#maybe it will get a movie of it's own? like dead apple?

[wandering-tides]

Ik I am late to the party and all but-

STORMBRINGER MANGA IS HERE LET'S GOOOOOOOOO!!

Who else is ready to witness the horrors of Stormbringer and the Tragedy that makes up Nakahara Chuuya with me? Yea, I am SO Ready for It

It's by Hoshikawa no less! And I am So Here for it!

And for the Flags

And for Soukoku

But... Wonder if Verlaine will finally make his appearance in canon any time soon now, tho? It should probably happen sometime soon after (or around) Verlaine has made his appearance in the Stormbringer manga- made his debut if you will. Because it's about time Paul gets out of the basement dammit.

[sweetcloverheart]

Clover Rants Miraculously: Thee Other 1%

I think this has been complained about before, but it honestly does kind of come off super extremely tonedeaf when the show starts moralizing about rich people being "evil" and how success corrupts people (especially egregious in season 5) when their main soapboxers for this argument to represent the "poor 99%" are...

Girl who's parents own the most popular and profitable bakery in the city (that's constantly getting commissioned for catering jobs by the wealthy and famous of the city), has a world-famous chef for an uncle, who's grandmother has enough cash to fund trips around the world and expensive gifts for her (no shade to Gina, biker GILF is valid and can do whatever she likes with her ex-husband's alimony checks), and is favored by famous rockstar + 2 world renowned fashion icons (one of whom was willing to fund a trip for her to New York for an apprenticeship). Like Maribug, I love you, but seriously...

Boy who's a world famous fashion model, who's father owns a (self-made) fashion empire that spans the globe, who's mother was a (claimed-to-be but the show refused to expand on this) famous actress and former noblewoman from the British aristocracy, and spent his childhood being taught by (very likely expensive) tutors paid for by his parents

Girl who's mother is the head chef for a extremely popular and long-running hotel-line (Alya sweetie I love you too, but...)

Set of twins who's mother is a former rockstar who may or may not still get royalty checks from her old producer (and maybe child support from her own ex(no shade to Anarka either you get that bag girl!))

Boy who's late father was a weapon's manufacturer (and a rather lucrative one at that) and noblewoman mother is the heir apparent to their household (mostly due to her twin being disappeared and then dead)

Girl who's mother is the owner of a huge tech conglomerate on par with Apple

Girl who is the affair child between the previously mentioned fashion icon and an never-seen business man, who spent a majority of her childhood at a (implied to be) super expensive bordering school

Corrupt (now former) mayor who has changed gears to corrupt movie director and still owns his expensive and profitable hotel chain

Classmates of the first mentioned girl who's parents include a famous mime actor, director of the Louve, and an astronaut (we're never shown/told what everyone else's parents do but I'm certain they're on similar paygrade levels)

A man who's screentime involves emotionally abusing his son, mistreating magical animals in his care, and humiliating children and his own adult friends for his own ends

Like, if it was an argument about "class solidarity doesn't exist between the elites because they constantly change/raise standards even among themselves", they might of had a point to make, but it's always just "Rich people are all inhuman monsters (except the ones that give us stuff, you guys are cool)"

[lu-zijing]

WHAT THE ———-

WHAT THE HECK, SO THIS IS OFFICIAL ART AFTER ALL!!!!!!?✨✨

/ Soukoku discussion ahead:

Okay, no, I'm sorry, I've seen it before, this is old news, I know, but I kinda thought someone had edited them together, especially because many people said it looked like they had kissed - being very debatable whether or not it is just battle dust/wounds or actual traces of them kissing......

In my own opinion: Dazai's "scratch" is a bit weirdly placed- but Chuuya's does look more like a normal scratch.. But then again, why is it the only place both of them even have scratches on their face?? The rest of their faces are completely clean, have they even been in a battle? Wouldn't it be more realistic to have multiple small cuts, scratches, or at least some kind of dust or dirt then? - Like this: Which Chuuya had in the actual Dead Apple movie:

Could be an artistic choice for the Official art piece ofc, but then, Why do they just have that one scratch, both of them???

Yeah, okay I guess it isn't directly unrealistic to get just one scratch, but both?? Almost the same place??? Both scratches even look to be made the same way, if you look closely. At least they are drawn the same way - Either they just draw all scratches the same way, or this could mean they were from the same source. But ofc, we have no way of knowing, if that source is kissing, but it couuuld- Okay, yeah, mayybe I'm/we're overthinking it since the, well- ~ship~ But I can definitely see how the whole Idea started. I see it like this, it's probably some sort of actual scratch from battle, but it potentially being from a kiss, can't be completely ruled out either.

Here's a post from Reddit where someone pointed it out:

-Although in the start I thought, that's easy to add, it must be fanmade, looks like they used some scenes from Dead Apple, and... well..... yeah... Okay, I was likely a bit in denial at that point, even everyone around me talked about it as if it were Official.....

And just the fact that it says "HAPPY KISS!" in the text.... (( I am a Soukoku shipper, and now it's said- But Okay, I can be realistic - I can't speak Japanese, it's likely in some other context, but still, you can't help but let the thoughts run wild, and you know I'm right— And just.. The way Chuuya smiles so happily and innocently......!!! Chuuya please do that in the canon story as well— It kinda freaks me out a little though but still—

But... I don't know what to believe about this piece, to be honest. - Even if they actually turn out to be romantically involved with each other somehow, it doesn't mean they necessarily kissed in this specific art piece. It could, but it doesn't have to be. (Even if they haven't kissed I absolutely adore this art piece both as a neutral fan and a shipper..!!! The shipping is taking the upper hand though, that's just how it works, no point denying-))

And besides, would it really be hinted like this??

If it really was the Artist's/team behind this Official art piece's intention to make people think or doubt they kissed -if they actually HAD kissed- I bow in the dust to them- Damn-

It Would also mean that Chuuya and Dazai likely ALREADY have a relationship-!? In the course of the current timeline, I suppose. Which I imagine, is also one of many theories.

Like, I don't think an entire confession scene happened there, so if they kissed, it would have had to have been a thing already. Highly likely at least. Okay maybe I'm going too much into this now-

Personally, I would prefer to see a confession scene between them in the present, should they really come together romantically canonically.

But I certainly couldn't (or wouldn't!)) complain either if it turned out they have had a secret relationship this whole time-!! Imagine the reactions—--! Someone must have drawn that scenario already. Damn, I wanna see it now- If you wanna, feel freeee to draw it and mention me so I can see~~ I would praise you to the heavens, for reading this far, and even drawing it- *ahem* anyhow-

However unlikely, one can always dream — Dream with me if you would like~ ✨ 

And I hope you enjoyed reading this whole silly delightful thing!! Hopefully, you really did, if you read all the way down to here-! 😅 ✨  It became longer than expected-

But well! No matter what - So it WAS from an Official Magazine cover from Spoon-2di!! - These Magazines - Which I figured out was a thing after my last post, about what the heck the magazines were about - Now I know, MANY thanks to @originalaccountname ✨ ✨ ✨ ✨ 

They really do have some amazing Official art, just the covers alone! Go check out my post that I linked, in it there are a good handful of them! Otherwise, just go Google "BSD Magazine covers" If You didn't know already, you will thank me later-!

Thanks for reading! Until next time-!

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 12 Prompt: Hallmark Movie Tropes

Tags: Pre-Relationship, Dual POV, Getting Trapped In A Small Town, Stobin Owns A B&B, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Inspired By Hallmark Christmas Movies, Meet Cute,

wc: 3188 | Rating: G

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Eddie doesn’t know how luck works, but he’s pretty sure he’s used up his lifetime allotment.

It’s the only way he can explain the last 72 hours without launching himself into a multi-day meltdown. Honestly, who the fuck did he piss off? How did he go from landing in New York after the biggest and most successful Corroded Coffin world tour yet, only to be thrust into the nearest recording studio because somehow the entire third album they recorded on the road is, ironically, corroded and unable to be played?

Eddie and the rest of the guys holed up in that dimly lit studio for 48 hours recreating only half the magic they’d manage to create on the road. If he’s straight with himself, he’s not even sure the songs they churned out are even close to the original. It would be easy to go back and check if he had his trusty laptop and notebook full of lyrics and chords and the like. Unfortunately, they’re a victim of his bad luck too — having been left and lost on the bus ride from the airport to the secluded studio in upstate New York. after their private car no-showed.

Naively, Eddie had thought nothing could get any worse when they finally saw daylight and handed over the second draft of their third album. But then disaster struck again in the form of a blown engine and a fucking snowstorm to end all snowstorms that has him stranded, alone, and cold in middle of nowhere New York.

All he wants is to get home to Wayne and drink his sorrows away with the famous Munson spiked hot chocolate, but no. Life has other plans for him, apparently.

Fresh off the Australian leg of the tour where the sun was shining, Eddie’s not dressed or prepared for this winter weather. Already shivering in the dead van, he bundles himself up in his leather jacket and ratty blanket he hasn’t washed in god-knows how many years and gets to walking.

On one hand, the fact that the snow is still falling is a massive pain in the ass. Eddie’s boots are quickly filling up with liquid and he’s pretty sure his face is going to be frozen if he has to stay out here for more than five minutes. On the other hand, the bright white shines in the evening light, making it so that he’s not tricking through bumfuck New York in the pitch black.

Unfortunately, there’s no pay phone in sight (his cell went dead hours ago) and most of the small shops Eddie passes on his trudge through town have their lights shut off and doors locked. He’s about to cut his losses and accept the fact he’s going to be sleeping (and dying) in his van when he spots a sign for a Bed and Breakfast up ahead.

Eddie’s senses are flooded the minute he pushes the heavy, Victorian-style door open. The air wafts over him like a warm blanket, heating up his frozen fingers and nose in a way that would make him cry if he could even produce tears right now. There’s a cacophony of noise coming from a nearby room — a piano and singing, plus tons of laughter. And don’t even get him started on the smell. Pine and apple cinnamon, hints of vanilla, maybe even fresh gingerbread. His stomach growls on cue.

There’s a small desk stationed in the center of the foyer, a golden bell sits beside a foot-tall Christmas tree decorated to the nines. A small welcome plaque sits in front of it. Brushing off his soaking shoes on the festive welcome rug, Eddie makes his way to the desk and rings the bell.

A second or two later, a similarly aged man appears. A Santa hat sits askew on his head, cheeks flushed from the warmth inside, and a smile so bright he’s pretty sure it could be used as a homing beacon. He’s beautiful.

“Hi there,” the man greets, mossing his way over to the desk. “Welcome to Buckington B&B. How can I help you?”

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“Robs,” Steve whisper shouts, pushing his way past the swinging doors that separate the dining room from their private kitchen. He tries again, a little louder this time but still nothing. He can hear the piano in the other room, the hoard of guests singing along to whatever Christmas song is being plucked out by the five-year-old piano genius on vacation with her parents.

“Robin!” he shouts louder this time, pocking his head out into the backyard that’s currently two feet deep in powder, fresh snow. “Dammit, Robin. Where are you?”

“What’s all the yelling for?” she asks, appearing behind him.

“There’s a guy out front looking for a place to stay. Says his car broke down like a block or two away.”

“Okay, well, that sucks for him, majorly. But we’re already at capacity. You’re going to have to tell him to try Elaine’s or something.”

Steve knows Robin is right. They’re already at max capacity. Max-max capacity if he wants to get technical considering he gave up his room yesterday to the newlyweds who got stranded trying to get to the airport. It’s just well… Well, Steve’s always had a thing for unlucky people, especially when they’ve got a pretty face and a warm smile.

“See, the thing is,” he pauses, scratching nervously at his chin while trying to avoid Robin’s steadfast gaze. “I sort of already told him he could stay.”

“Steve!” Robin scolds, rolling her eyes. “We have no room!”

“I mean, yeah, you’re right. We don’t technically have any visitor rooms left. But, we still have your room.”

“Absolutely not,” she growls, crossing her arms. “No. Not gonna happen. I can’t believe you’re even asking me to give up my personal bed to a stranger! Nope.”

“Oh, come on, Robs!” Steve groans, throwing his hands on her shoulders to stop her vicious shaking. “Remember two summers ago when you made me give up my room for those best friends who fought the entire trip? You know the one you ended up hooking up with? I didn’t complain once!���

“That was different.”

Steve snorts, shaking his head. Definitely not different, but he’s not going to get what he wants if he argues with Robin. It’s not how their friendship turned business partnership works. “You owe me. I never cashed it on it, but now I am.”

Robin huffs and Steve knows she’s mentally stomping her foot like a child. If they weren’t overflowing with paying guests, he knows he’d be getting a long-winded lecture right now.

“Fine.”

He doesn’t wait to hear the list of conditions he knows Robin is going to have. She can’t even call him rude when he rushes out. After all, a freezing cold guest is waiting to be taken care of in the lobby.

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It’s been a long time since Eddie’s been in a quirky room like the one he’s ushered into by Steve’s warm touch. Gone are the days of sleeping in motels on the side of the road on good nights, and shoved into the back of the van between equipment on bad days. Corroded’s management loves to book them the swankiest of hotels. Always looking for ways to send the label a massive bill — one that always ends up coming out of their own paychecks.

If it was up to Eddie, they’d be staying in places like this instead of the godawful monochromatic luxury prisons they get shoved into night after night. As an artist, he doesn’t get a say though. At least, that’s what he’s been told.

Glancing around, he takes in the bright-colored wallpaper. The dresser is cluttered with frames and other tchotchkes. A burnt orange rug takes up most of the floor and there’s an overflowing box of records perched in the corner by a small record player.

Eddie knows this isn’t a normal guest room — Steve had told him as much while guiding him up the stairs — and yet, he feels more at home in this quirky room than he has in months. Probably since the last time he visited Wayne.

Shit. He needs to call Wayne.

That unlucky string rears its head again as Eddie is met with dead silence when he picks up the pale blue landline. Of fucking course the phone lines would be down. The snow is dropping in sheets now. The telephone poles didn’t stand a chance.

At least he was lucky enough to land a place to sleep tonight, now all he needs is a —

“Hi, sorry to bother,” Steve says, pocking his head in. “I noticed you didn’t have any luggage with you when you checked in. It’s probably best to get out of those wet clothes. Hopefully, these will do.”

Eddie watches as Steve enters the room with a stack of clothes in hand. A pair of jeans and sweatpants sits at the bottom. Various shirts and sweaters stacked neatly on top. He’s pretty sure he spots a fluffy pair of socks at the top of the pile too. He might cry at the generous hospitality. After all, it’s a bed and breakfast not a fucking clothing store which means the clothes folded neatly must belong to Steve.

“You can leave the wet clothes outside the door when you’re done and me or Robin will come get them and throw them in the wash for you,” Steve says, setting the stack of clothes down. Then he’s moving again, hand reaching behind him before pulling out a laminated piece of paper from his back pocket. “I also brought you our itinerary for the evening. There are a few activities and tonight’s dinner menu. No pressure to join us. We also deliver food to rooms.”

“Damn,” Eddie whistles, glancing at the itinerary. “You guys really know how to take care of people around here, don’t you?”

“We try our best,” Steve smiles. “If you need anything else, just give us a shout.”

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Steve doesn’t expect to see Eddie for the rest of the night. Especially not after a freakout from one of the teenagers vacationing tips him off on just who he’s agreed to let stay in Robin’s bedroom. He knew Eddie looked familiar. Wait until he tells Dustin about this — the shithead is going to be so mad he passed up a Christmas at Buckington B&B with Eddie Munson for some cruise.

Color him pleasantly surprised when he walks into the main room a few hours later to find Eddie behind the keys of the baby grand piano. The excited teenager from earlier sits to his left, a few of the ladies circle the edge of the piano as they wait for their cue to start singing “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.”

He’s caught in a trance, watching Eddie in the soft maroon sweater he’s borrowed from Steve professionally stroke the keys of the piano. It only gets worse when he starts singing himself. Rich baritone cutting through the breathy singing of the ladies, carrying the tune in a way Steve’s never heard before.

Usually, Steve hates Christmas carols, but maybe he’s just never heard them sung right before.

He’s the first to break into applause when the song ends. Hands coming together before he even registers he’s the one responsible for the thundering noise. Thankfully, he’s quickly joined by the rest of the guests of the B&B. It makes the embarrassment wane inside for a moment until his eyes scan the room and discover that Eddie’s only looking at him.

“Well, then,” Robin says, sauntering over to him from the kitchen. “Now I see why you couldn’t turn him away.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says and deliberately looks anywhere but in the direction of Eddie and the grand baby piano. Not that it really matters. He can feel Eddie’s warm gaze on him without even looking.

Robin hums, shaking her head. “Sure you don’t.”

“I don’t!”

“Just remember that he’s staying in my bed and payback is one of the only dishes I know how to serve,” she says, winking before she’s whisked away by one of the young children looking for a game to play.

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The quiet of the early morning should be a welcome reprieve from the cacophony of sound from last night. He had started as a gentle observer in the celebration, but when the young child holding court at the piano was sent to bed, well, Eddie stepped up as the piano player of the evening. It wasn’t long before he had everyone putting a rock and roll twist on those stuffy Christmas carols.

Maybe Corroded Coffin’s fourth album should be a holiday one.

Drinks were poured and ready before he even had to ask and his stomach was treated to a delicious spread of meats and cheese. The gooiest brownies he’s ever experienced and a perfect Gingerbread recipe that would have put his Nana to shame.

It was nice. Existing with others. Reminding himself that life doesn’t always have to be moving at 100 miles an hour like it does when he’s on tour. Sure, he still wished he was home with Wayne, but a call to his uncle when the phone lines came back washed away any of the guilt he felt.

Now, though, alone in his room as the sun begins to rise over the mountains of snow outside. Well, now, he feels that same sense of restlessness he always feels when he’s in one place for too long.

Sliding into a pair of slippers Steve dropped off last night, Eddie carefully pulls open the door and sticks his head out into the hallway. It’s quiet aside from a few muffled snores coming from down the hall. With the coast clear, Eddie tip-toes his way down the hall and to the stairs.

He didn’t get a formal tour when he arrived, but he’s pretty sure Steve mentioned something about a stocked coffee bar on the first floor that was available to them whenever they needed. The first two doors he opens reveal a closet and a bathroom and a wrong turn has him standing amongst cluttered laundry. Not ready to give up, Eddie pushes his way through a swinging door and finds himself face-to-face with Steve himself.

“Oh, hi,” Steve says, voice thick with sleep though his appearance makes it look like he’s been up for hours.

He’s in a yellow sweater and jeans. Hair tousled in a way that definitely doesn’t look like he just rolled out of bed like that. His eyes are bright and shining, just like they were last night. Eddie really has to squint to notice the subtle bags under Steve’s eyes.

“Shit, sorry. M’not supposed to be here, am I?” Eddie asks as he looks around the room. It’s a standard kitchen, except for the two pale yellow fridges that take up an entire wall. A window hangs over the sink just like it does at his uncle’s place and he’s pretty sure they have the same green stove too.

“You’re not,” Steve smiles. “But it’s okay. Robin’s not up yet and I don’t mind the company. Can I get you a cup of coffee? Orange juice? Hot chocolate?”

“Are you sure you’re not running a coffee bar here instead of a bed and breakfast?” Eddie teases, leaning against the kitchen island. “Hot chocolate sounds delightful, thanks.”

“We strive too please,” Steve says before fumbling through the cabinets for a mug. “So, what has you awake at this hour? Was the room not to your standard?”

“The room is great! I’m honestly just not used to the quiet,” Eddie says, eyes trained on Steve as he flits around the kitchen preparing their drinks. It’s weird to find someone so attractive when they’re doing nothing out of the ordinary. But he can’t help it. Steve is beautiful in a way Eddie can’t really comprehend. “What about you? Are you always an early riser?”

“Robin and I usually take turns on the morning shit. Technically it’s her turn, but I told her I’d handle it,” he pauses, shaking his head as he looks out the kitchen window to the snow-covered backyard. “Definitely regretting it now. There’s no way m’shoveling all that snow today.”

Pushing up from the island, Eddie crosses the small distance and joins Steve at the window. Steve isn’t exaggerating in the slightest. The entire yard is covered in at least three feet of snow. Some parts even deeper judging by the absence of a fence he knows should be there.

“Guess m’staying another night.”

Steve hums, sidestepping away from Eddie to finish making the hot chocolate. When he turns back around, his cheeks are the slightest bit pink and Eddie can’t help but wonder if it was the steam of the hot chocolates doing or his own words.

“One cup of hot chocolate,” Steve says, handing him a pipping hot mug.

It’s decent. Not legendary like last night's brownies, but then again hot chocolate never is. Nothing ever stands up to the famous Munson spiked hot chocolate. There’s too much chocolate and not enough milk. And it’s severely lacking in the alcohol department. Though, he supposes, five am is a bit too early for liquor.

It would be easy to ask Steve for a shot of whisky to add, he knows they’ve got a stocked bar around here somewhere judging by last night's festivities. But he’s not about to impose more. Nor does he want to risk giving away his and Wayne’s hot chocolate secrets. At least, not to a guy he’s known for less than 24 hours. No matter how cute he is.

“So, Eddie, where were you headed before you got trapped here?”

“Well, I don’t know that I’d call it trapped,” Eddie says, hiding his smile behind the mug. “I actually think this is the nicest place I’ve stayed in a long time.”

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Steve’s never been one to believe in luck.

He got dealt a shitty card right out of the gate, born to parents who could provide for him financially but never emotionally. Throw in falling into the wrong crowd and struggling through school, and well, Steve’s the poster child for privileged unluckiness.

Some might say luck found him in the form of Robin, but he thinks that a copout. Luck had nothing to do with bringing them together, nor did it have anything to do with the success they’ve found. That was all them. Blood, sweat, and tears.

Wishing on stars and believing in luck only happened in fairytales.

At least, that’s what he’s always told himself.

But now, standing in the kitchen listening to Eddie ramble on and on and on about how great the bed and breakfast is without ever breaking eye contact with him.

Well, maybe luck has finally found its way to him in the form of one stranded rockstar.

[sugahyeon]

/!\Spoilers for Foolish's stream (6 may 2023) and recent lore

This is a literal horror movie

The signs appearing around Foolish? With warnings and strange smiles?

The doors opening silently?

Mobs spawning out of nowhere?

Noises and musics randomly playing?

The elevator going up on its own?

Everything is done to make Foolish stress and leave the place immediatly. Something doesn't want him there. Something doesn't want him to warn the others. Something wants to keep everyone away from the truth.

The 001001 thing keeps attacking the eggs now, starting with the strongest.

When Phil was left alone with the eggs, it kept targeting Chayanne who's known as the strongest warrior amongst the eggs.

When it left, it immediatly went for Bobby, one of the few with 2 lives left and also known as a good fighter.

Today, it went for Leo who is quite good at pvp, not as much as Chayanne and Bobby but probably third on the list.

It always went for eggs alone with one parents, when they're the weakest and it almost doesn't hit the parents, only the eggs. Always the eggs.

It doesn't die, even when Phil took an enchanted apple, even when Foolish attacked it with Leo and Vegetta's security system. The only one who managed to kill it to this day is Fit.

It's trying to weaken the eggs, probably by putting all of them at one life and by killing the ones more likely to fight back.

If Chayanne is down, Tallulah is an easier kill.

If Leo is down, Richarlysson is an easier kill.

If Bobby is down, Dapper is an easier kill.

Staying in groups seems to be the most effective protection.

The attacks are getting more frequents since the brazilians' arrival. What if the eggs were supposed to actually die that day? What if the 001010111 thing is actively trying to eliminate them because of this? They're not supposed to be alive, and it will correct this mistake.

The eggs' tasks are maybe easier but keeping them alive is going to get harder and harder.

The end of the event might be near, as the attacks won't stop before the eggs are all dead.

This is getting scary.

[weebsinstash]

Baby~ when I tell you that I just want to CHOMP into Miguel’s steaming hot buns!~ and to make it better his suit is holo-projected!? And he’s commando so I get Instant access!? This man is a kinky fucker!

me, virginal and ignorant: you know, I keep seeing posts about Miguel being caked up and even someone who worked on the movie said they still toned the ass down, but like, how thick actually IS he?

me, suddenly 9 months pregnant: oh my god he's 6'5. Oh my god he's 6'5. Oh my god I know that dick is big. Oh my god.

You know I mentioned that idea about him making Reader a suit similar to his own where it can "turn off and on" in full or in pieces but like, I was thinking of the facemask and removal/bathroom/sex purposes, I don't know why I didn't consider his entire suit is projected. It's nanotechnology which means it's probably like, idk, hard light or something or whatever Tony stark uses idk I'm not a huge marvel person, but, it's probably not like he's QUITE running around naked, but.... it's also fitted on him so good and I mean. That ASS. I want to bite it like an apple. I want to spank his bubble butt just to try and tease him and he spins around to "teach me a lesson for being such a little brat" by pinning me to the nearest surface and railing the fuck outta me. Ass man Miguel constantly squeezing/groping/staring/spanking your ass in private, fucking you from behind so he can spank your butt and watch it bounce with every thrust of his hips

God the idea of him just full on having nothing underneath the suit though... The only thing between Miguel losing his cool and freeing his cock to rail into you like he's trying to continue his family name is a line of code, an internal command, and a prayer to god (also I saw he's canon Catholic so, idk, do with that what you will but my mind immediately goes towards like, obviously if he's a breeding kink yandere sorta scenario it's kind of already said and done that he wouldn't, but, especially in this scenario, Miguel absolutely refusing to let you get any abortions if you got pregnant. Shit, him deliberately not using any --maybe even sabotaging YOUR-- forms of birth control, and like, maybe even extra horror if you're like not even in a relationship with him and you're pregnant from like either a one night stand with someone else or a dead boyfriend or ex or whatever and he won't even "let you" abort someone ELSE'S baby, he's just deadass "no let ME be the child's father, and, also like maybe your husband and we can be a happy nuclear family uwu" with unpoken intentions of having you carry HIS child next after he's gotten you to fall in love with him. But also I guess it'd also be like. Scary as fuck, and sexy but, imagine if he's "normal" and it's like, having a one night stand with you and you suddenly being pregnant is what triggers him into being yandere and he's just immediately "well obviously I should take responsibility and marry you" and like yeah, its how he was raised but also, he's, 100% for it, 2099% for it.)

People in the Spider Society just constantly having Awakenings because they'll be on a mission with him and it's like, fellas is it gay if your boss is in a Spider crouch crawling up a surface in front of you and you're behind/below him and you can't stop staring at his impeccably unfathomably deliciously round ass? Whispers in the food court back in Nueva York "yeah I was there at the Miguel incident last week, yeah the hacker attack, did you see how his suit malfunctioned and he was in just his dick protection for a few seconds, I swear he got SO red"

Miguel uncomfortably getting boners around you that are hidden under his suit and he has to pretend he doesn't have because, it's always something with this man, he's so crazy for you. oh god did you get a new costume, that spandex-like material looks so nice and tight, he likes what it does to your silhouette, and he doesn't even realize he's staring at you as he's suddenly lost in thought in a deep personal fantasy of tearing your spidey suit right off your body after a victory and taking you fast and deep while you're both high on adrenaline. Miguel gifting you your own costume he can hack into just so he can get you unclothed or at least expose your most sensitive areas to him when he needs to use them. One minute you're in his cave or whatever, slightly leaning over a table to look at a lit up display or papers or something, and the next, suddenly he's got your pants "disappearing" and he's behind you, bending you over

But we saw in the film there's communal training and gym areas in the Society so picture you just go to try and keep a routine and stay on your toes and you unintentionally walk in on like, him doing squat thrusts, or crunches, or he's just publicly working out, and there's like a small fanclub watching him exercise and fanning themselves because, wow is that body SPICY

[fyodors-husband]

I love your newest hcs! I was wondering if you could make some fyodor x shibusawa headcannons? Sfw and nsfw? If not that’s Okie Dokie! Have a good day!

thank you anon!!!

I'm so happy more people are requesting, it gives me motivation to actually write lmao

I will absolutely I am the No°1. ShibuFyo fan. It's one of my top 3 BSD ships

CW: Slight OOC, nsfw, dragon traits described, dead apple spoilers, some angst (?), fyodor is a manipulator 😔

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They definitely took some time to accept they liked each other

Was probably one sided at first

They both have a hard time showing affection, especially in public

Their PDA is litterally eye contact

When their alone they'll watch movies together, might hold hands when they do

Shibusawa puts on a Japanese movie and fyodor can barely understand it

Fyodor puts on a Russian (probably soviet) movie and shibusawa is just lost

(Fyodor strikes me as the type to like soviet cinematography)

If they end up having enough time to cook at home they'll fight over who gets to cook because they both think the others food is weird (until they try it and like it)

Shibusawas favorite thing that fyodor makes is probably beet and prune salad or syrniky (no idea how to spell it in English, it's like pancakes sort of)

Fyodors favorite thing that shibuswa makes is probably tuna onigiri or soba noodles

they like to eat in silence, maybe some music in the background

Once they get close enough they sleep in the same bed, cuddling isn't huge (when their awake)

They'll go to sleep on opposite sides of the bed and then wake up smoshed and snuggled together

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Takes alot I mean ALOT of time for them to get to this point

Like years (This is in character, if we're talking OOC maybe a few months like normal relationships)

The reaaon I say it takes years is because they both have their own belief system about it, and their bith not very trusting people

Once they finally do get to this point it's going to happen fast and slow at the same time

they genuinely fight over who tops

They end up switching who tops everytime because neither of them like being controlled by another person

The first time it's pretty basic and slow, getting used to each other and things like that

After they've done it a few times it gets rougher, as I said they fight for who tops so obviously whoever gets top os going to be cocky about it

And whoever doesn't is going to be not necessarily a brat but close to

Shibusawa is bigger than fyodor (don't attack me I'm sorry 😭)

Shibusawa has scales, definitely, mostly by his important organs and on his back

Since scales are mostly used as armour for dragons anyways

i thought I would have more for NSFW but when I try to think about it in character I don't have that many actually 😔

Sorry it's short anon, I wanted to make it as in charcter as possible and even though I LOVE shibusawa I haven't done as much of a deep dive into his character as I have others, once I do trust i will make better HC's

Thank you all for reading, likes and reblogs help if you enjoyed!

[13eyond13]

my online fandom experience in 2007-2008:

-First learned about Death Note by randomly seeing L in an AMV on Youtube in late 2007 and being intrigued by how he looked. Have never watched an anime in my life but wanting to know more about this emo lookin' dude. Found some website where I could stream it, immediately getting spoiled for his death by somebody in the comments on episode 1 (the 2000s was RAMPANT with gleeful spoiler trolls, these were the days of people driving by Harry Potter midnight grand opening lineups for the new books to scream SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE type shit)

-Binge-watched the whole show in a couple of days. Immediately haunted by the "what if"s of Lawlight and start reading fanfiction.net fics about it. Wrote a gushing review on a fanfic and start talking in emails with the writer who writes back to me. I think at the time the most popular Lawlight fic on the site was Poison Apple by RobinRocks (which I didn't read, because I didn't like reading AUs back then, nor did I like the idea of mixing Death Note with Disney princess imagery... my absolute fave fic was Coexistence is Boredom by sakurazukamori6, which was still being updated at the time)

-The Another Note novel and the How to Read 13 were already out, so most of the stuff the fans know now about the characters was already known and being used in the fan stuff by then. I bought the entire manga set at my local bookstore and read the first five volumes of it, but not the rest (because back then I was one of the people who lost a lot of interest in the plot once L was dead)

-Got invited to follow a popular fanfic writer's Death Note LiveJournal where people are doing most of the things you see them doing here, analysis and shipping and fic and memes. However a lot of the journals and communities were private and accessible by invite only, so I only ever saw stuff there as it was filtered through the journal of that one welcoming fandom friend I made

-Got into random private email conversations with the odd fan once I start posting my own fics on ff.net (I wrote one of the very first Beyond Birthday fics). At some point I remember a girl who called herself diane-chan from somewhere in South America emailing me a doujinshi she had scanlated (I think it was called Taikutsu by Balgus REC) and emailing some pics and penpal like letters back and forth. Connecting with other fans was a very slow and individual-like experience compared to something like connecting over social media is now. There wasn't much of anything like online group chats taking place in real-time, per se. I suppose MAYBE you could create one on MSN Messenger or something, but the experience of being in a fandom in general online was just much more fragmented and based on personal individual relationships, I think. Unless you were meeting up with people in person at conventions or something...

-Ships didn't have ship names like Lawlight back then! It was either called L/Light or Light/L, because whichever name came first in the pair indicated who you liked as the top (or the "seme;" people would often say "seme" or "uke "rather than top or bottom back then). They were treated almost like two totally different ships, and you definitely had to tag your fics accordingly or else people would get mad (I am very glad that ship names now exist)

-Omegaverse didn't exist back then either! That was a whole new world I had to get familiar with once I got back into this fandom around 2016 lol (and I still have never really fully got onboard tbh)

-Watched the occasional fan videos on YouTube, often things like Windows Movie Maker slideshows set to music with fanart of the characters or cosplays and the like

-It used to be REALLY hard for me to find clips of the show to use or edit or anything like that. The English dub still wasn't out yet anywhere I could watch it when i was into the show in 2008, but I remember hearing L and Light's English voice clips and thinking that L's was great and Light's was a bit cringe in comparison to the Japanese one. I wanted to watch it again but I didn't want to have to have an internet connection at all times to watch it, so I bought some shitty ripped illegal DVD of the Japanese dub on eBay from China, and it came with extremely lolworthy broken English subtitles (stuff like Light reading that passage out loud in class and the subtitles saying "the wisdom of the sheepus"... that one is burned into my brain)

-Trying to connect with other fans in person about it was not really possible for me where I lived? Being into anime was considered extremely cringe at my school at the time. And other people I knew who had watched or read Death Note either simply weren't that interested in it anymore to the same degree, or were usually straight dudebros who were only into it so far as to think about which character was smarter than which

ANYWAY I say all this just to reminisce, and I will always enjoy how easy it is to connect and share the content with the other fans like it is nowadays, because I remember the days when that was much more difficult hahaha

[what-gs-watching]

"HOW GREAT IS THIS PARTY?!"

So here’s a thing: I’ve been in a bit of a rut in terms of what I’m watching. I’ve clearly been doing a ton of comfort binging - Supernatural, Good Omens, Murder She Wrote, etc. because I can’t get my brain to focus on anything, I’ve just been trying (and very much succeeding) at turning it off.

But the other day, my sister came to the rescue. She and I definitely have different opinions on what’s good (again, she got all the way through Good Omens, and was like “I never got a romantic vibe from them…” which caused the biggest eyeroll of my life, possibly). Sometimes, though, she comes through. Which led me to…

THE AFTERPARTY on Apple TV.

You’ve never heard of it, right? Because I definitely hadn’t. Which is crazy because I am 10000000% their core audience. Like, so hard. And it’s soooo good.

Wherein a group of friends attend an afterparty, and somebody ends up dead. 

This is one show I don’t wanna ruin, because I had absolutely no idea what would happen going into it and it was SO delightful, so I won’t get too detailed but there is a ton to love about this show.

One of which is the cast. 

Tiffany Haddish is the detective that’s attempting to solve the murder. And sometimes I feel like she's wayyyyy too much, but she is the perfect amount of something in this show. Honestly one of my favorite parts. She’s fucking hilarious. Her method is insane and perfect, it’s exactly the way I’d go about solving a murder, and it’s just enough of ridiculous.

And Ike Barinholtz! And the dude who plays Gabe on The Office. AND JACK WHITEHALL, aka freakin’ NEWT from Good Omens season 1. Who you will absolutely not recognize because he’s hot as hell. And Ken Jeong. And John Cho! And weirdo Dave Franco. 

ALSO, Ben Schwartz, aka JEAN RALPHIO from Parks and Rec! Jean Ralphio is one of my absolute favorite insane characters, he’s so obnoxious and silly and his character Yasper in this show is similar, but also really charming. I was immediately in love with him because I’m a super weirdo, and his episode in the first season was definitely a highlight. I promise you’re gonna be singing “Yeah, Sure, Whatever” for a couple of days.

And that’s another thing - each of the episodes have their own motifs, which is clever and fun. A romcom episode, a musical episode. An episode that seems like a thriller movie. A heist caper. There’s even one that’s a fucking Wes Anderson love letter, which made me laugh out loud. 

Each season is dedicated to a murder and both are self-contained, which I appreciate, with a few characters recurring. Maybe people more clever than me can predict who the murderer is, but I have to say, I love the surprise. And both of them were definitely a shock to me. I was basically live-tweeting at my sister, who’d also gotten my parents into it,  while I watched and made her promise ‘no spooooilies’, so all she would say was “none of us could guess who did it.” 

The point is, it’s just a dope show. Again, satisfying my blood lust, but in a hilarious way. It’s FUN. And I haven’t been excited to watch anything new in a while, and it helped in my effort to wake my brain up (if only minutely, it’s an effing process y’all). Apple TV apparently canceled it after the second season which is a huge miss on their part, but there are no cliffhangers and it’s just silly and wonderful. And it made me happy, which I appreciate. 

So yeah, go watch it. You know you’re subscribed to Apple TV even if you forgot about it after Ted Lasso ended. And then, maybe watch Ted Lasso again…

[royboyfanpage]

A tumblr version of my fic because I wanna keep all my masterpost posts on this blog.

It’s a strange sense, a feeling he hasn’t felt in… maybe ever. The feeling of completion, of having everything he needed. Sat in the dark on his faded once-blue-now-grey second hand couch, burn marks in the arm left over from some sleepless nights covered up by finger-painted smiles, the scent of pumpkins and cinnamon and candy apples wafting through the air, Roy realised he’d never felt so whole, so content. The familiar weight of the girl in his arms, the occasional nudge against his leg as the boy on the floor tilts his head to get a better look at the TV, the sensations grounding, a reminder that tonight, he’s with the two people who mean the most to him in this world. Lian’s cheeks were smudged with pumpkin juice from digging out the jack-o-lantern’s insides, but Roy didn’t have the energy to attempt to wrangle the toddler long enough to clean it. Grant’s hair was plaited, pumpkin-shaped clips holding it in place. The two kids, his daughter, and his… something. Roy would never name him. Maybe he needed to, maybe saying it would be the worst thing he could do. Maybe fatherhood was too polluted for the boy, maybe the concept of being a ‘son’ was too damaged- the legacy of a dead man, the prey of a monster. Maybe, maybe, maybe, but no absolutes. His daughter’s brother, undoubtedly, Lian’d called him her brother herself, but the implications of what that made Roy were never addressed. That swell of pride whenever Grant got his powers under control, that squeeze in his chest so tight it hurt whenever the boy’d go to him for a hug, it didn’t need to be mentioned. Roy didn’t need to be named, didn’t need a tangible place in Grant’s life. Roy was there, and that was what mattered.

“Roy, pay attention, this is the best bit!” Grant snaps Roy out of his thoughts with an enthusiastic tapping on his knee, pointing to the TV. Some 80s Goonies-esque kids’ comedy horror was on, one of the few Lian-friendly (and Roy-friendly, though he’d never admit that he couldn’t stand horror any more than his three year old daughter) Halloween movies Grant had in his suggestions. Lian was already asleep, her face squished against Roy’s chest. Fortunately, the girl didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, so the forsaken sugar-rush had been avoided. Roy leaned his head back against the headrest, blinking slowly to try and keep his own eyes open.

“Yuh-huh, I’m watching,” Roy yawned, trying his best to fake interest in the… mass exorcism? He’d kinda zoned out after the part with the werewolf in the Police station, and the plot of the film had been lost in the process. Despite having no idea what was happening, Roy still attempted to pretend for Grant’s sake. “Oh, look, they’re finally gonna get, uh Frankenstein.”

Grant turned around with an appalled expression, his eyebrows shot up in alarm. “Frank’s one of the good guys! Have you even been watching?”

Great. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. ���This film’s pro-Frankenstein? I thought he was a monster. That seems like a weird stance.”

“Yeah, duh it’s pro-Frankenstein’s monster. He’s never been a bad guy.”

“He hasn’t? He’s a monster, right?”

Grant sighed in exasperation, pulling his legs up to his chest in that ‘I think what you said is stupid and I’m not gonna humour you with a response’ pose Roy’d seen an almost hilarious amount of times since the kid first came to live with him, resting his chin on his knees. Roy sighed in solidarity and leaned back in his seat, swallowed by the unfathomably plush cushions (thanks, Flasher, for donating furniture so padded that Lian could get lost in the cracks.) His fingers drummed against the arm to an unknown rhythm, some song that might have gone ‘dun dun dun dun, dun dun’, but could just as well have gone ‘dun, dun, dun, dun dun dun’, and Grant tapped his foot to the silent symphony. Lian’s quiet snoring played the bass. It was a better song than Great Frog ever made, anyway.

“Roy? Roy. Roy!” Grant smacked his guardian’s arm, waking the archer from a slumber he hadn’t even realised he’d succumbed to. Glazed eyes adjusted to the new darkness now the film was off, spotting the absence of plates or wrappers which had littered the coffee table last time Roy was aware of his surroundings.

“Wh- what time’s it, kid?” Roy yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the hand not cradling Lian. He didn’t wait for Grant to answer before checking his watch, and gawked at the ‘XII’ that stared at him. “Midnight? Jesus, you should’a woken me earlier.”

“I would’ve, but popular media says it’s a bad idea to wake the dead,” Grant grinned at his own joke, flopping down on the couch next to Roy.

“Very funny. D’you clean up in here?”

Grant shrugged. “Yeah, a bit.”

“You know you don’t have to, right? Like, I don’t- it isn’t an expectation or a requirement.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

That, Roy couldn’t argue with. But there was still that doubt, that fear of intentions, of motivations. He was never entirely sure if Grant was doing something because he wanted to, or because he felt he had to, whether his helpfulness was just him being a good kid or if it was a fear that if he didn’t pull his weight he’d be cast aside. Roy’d felt exactly that when he was Grant’s age, that fear that if he didn’t work hard enough as Speedy, if he didn’t manage to hold his own beside Wally and Donna, he’d be cast aside and forgotten and- well, you already know how that turned out.

Lian wriggled slightly in her slumber, snapping Roy out of his thoughts. With the amounts of tangents his brain’s gone off on the last few months, you’d think he were Dick Grayson. He stood, his back cracking as he rose to his feet (which, since when did back cracking start at 25? He’d need to have a word with whoever designed the human spine. Ha.) and gently lifted Lian with him.

“You should get to bed, kid, it’s late,” Roy whispered so as to not disturb the sleeping toddler, offering a small smile to Grant. Grant just shrugged in response as Roy carried Lian to her room, resting the girl on his hip while he moved the full wardrobe of costume choices she’d gone through before finally settling on a very tiny Agent Smith from the bed onto the floor.

“Night, Etai Yazi,” He smiled, gently settling her in bed and tucking her blankets around her. He positioned her raccoon plush between her arms, and the small girl instinctively squished her cheek against it. With one last check to ensure her comfort, and that she was far enough from the edge to prevent her falling out, Roy switched on the nightlight and closed the door to Lian’s room.

Grant was still sitting on the couch, staring at the black television screen with that face that meant he was getting in his own head about something, just barely visible from the jack o’lantern light. Roy crossed the room at an easy pace so as to not disturb the teenager, sitting down on the other side of the vampire-dressed boy.

“Kid, it’s midnight. You wanna head to bed?”

Grant shook his head. “It’s not midnight yet, there’s still a minute left.”

Roy stared in mild confusion, but didn’t comment. He’d been looking forward to Halloween for weeks, even going so far as to hand-make little pumpkin chains to hang around the walls and some spooky paper arrows (a compromise for bats; Roy’s not decorating his house in Bruce Wayne propaganda) which he’d blu-tacked to the walls. Maybe he wanted to celebrate every second of the holiday. So Roy just leaned back, his hands crossed over his stomach, and watched with Grant as the seconds ticked by.

As the second, minute, and hour hands finally connected at the XII, Grant leaned over the side of the couch, fumbling underneath it for a moment, before pulling out a small box wrapped in red and yellow paper.

“What’s this?” Roy raised an eyebrow, turning the gift over in his hand. It was light, but not weightless- maybe something metal? Or perhaps a hard piece of plastic.

“It’s a birthday present.”

“Since when do you know my birthday?”

“Tempest told Jesse, and she told me.”

“Since when does Garth know my birthday?”

“Roy!” Grant sighed in exasperation, slapping his guardian on the arm.

“Alright, alright,” Roy smiled, carefully unwrapping the paper. The gift was wrapped with precision, so he took his time unwrapping it so he didn’t rip it.

“A box! Just what I always wanted,” He grinned, earning a groan in response.

“Open the box!” Grant whined, and Roy laughed at his impatience.

“Y’know, technically I’m not twenty-six until eleven-”

“Roy!” Grant smacked him again, making Roy laugh harder. Nevertheless, he decided to stop teasing for now, just because the anticipation was so thick it was practically cologne. With only the slightest pause for dramatic effect, Roy lifted the lid of the white cardboard box.

Inside lay a small plastic figure of a bow. No, not just any bow, Roy’s bow, without even the slightest doubt. The red compound was the spitting image of his own, even down to the small white blue stains from forgetting to put it away when he painted the kitchen and the leftover paper from one of Lian’s stickers he’d never managed to entirely remove. Roy stared at the figure in awe, turning it over in his hand and inspecting the details.

“D’you like it?” Grant asked tentatively, and Roy’s heart ached at the look on his face, the hesitation as he waited for the ball to drop, waited for Roy to reprimand him or tell him to put more effort into it.

“Kid- I love it. You made this?” Roy kept his voice soft, glancing between the bow and the boy. Grant’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the unexpected praise, and he nodded slightly.

“Yeah, uh, I mean, I used Nightwing’s 3D printer for, um, actually making it, but- but I made the 3D model and painted it.”

“It’s perfect,” Roy smiled, pulling Grant into a hug. Grant stiffened slightly at first, but relaxed into the embrace after a moment’s pause, resting his chin on Roy’s shoulder.

Maybe the sense’s not so strange. Maybe every other emotion he’d felt the rest of his life was unnatural. Because in that moment, Roy felt a sense of familiarity, like he’d never had a life without Grant in it. Maybe the wordless boy didn’t need to be so wordless after all.

Damn it all to hell. That’s my son.

[cheridraws]

📓👀

OO OO okay hmmm let me think, there’s a lot,,

So the most recent one is a kind-of-crack-fic-treated-seriously Trigun fic starring Wolfwood post trimax

He gets resurrected Lazurus style, crawls out of his own grave and everything, and when he finally hits sunlight he sees… Knives. Just. chilling there

APPARENTLY, Knives like accidentally created an apple tree then decided to fuck off into the desert for like a year instead of dying (I need him alive for this), then happened upon Wolfwood’s grave, where said priest drags himself out. I’m thinking this probably takes place about hmmmm a year? 2 years? After trimax

Idk if I would do too much with this one since it’s mostly me being like,, wouldn’t it be fucked up if the guy you used to work for was the first guy you see upon coming back from the dead? But now he’s just kinda mildly sad and has been knocked down from his pedestal so you’re kinda on equal footing for the first time in your lives? (yeah this is what I mean when I said it was kind of serious lol). It’s mostly for me to daydream about what shenanigans they would get up to while looking for Vash, and also like,, we saw Vash and Wolfwood’s clashing worldviews all of trimax, and Wolfwood is sort of the middle ground between Kni and Vash’s philosophies, so what if he’s paired up with Knives now?

I also had the idea that maybe they’d pick Livio/Razlo up along the way too, just to make things more awkward. Also I think his reaction to seeing WW alive would make me cry lol

This is also an excuse for me to stick Knives in cowboy aesthetics bc of that one line in Stampede where he claimed to love those movies. Let this stabby man wear a cowboy hat and bandana I’m begging

…There was also an alternative idea for this one where it took place two centuries after the events of trimax. Knives would be recently returned from being an apple tree and Wolfwood was resurrected by some plants and together they have to navigate a modern world neither of them recognize to find Vash but… mmmm I don’t like the modern fics for trigun very much, so I’m keeping it still in the trimax-timeline yknow? I love the cowboy aesthetic too much to drop it

ANYWAYS,,, thanks for the ask hon <3 I love getting to ramble abt this hehe

[ghouliarestingplace]

The Orchid of Gallagher Mansion

part 2

I walk out of the dormitory and listen to music while walking to my class. I’m not that stupid or oblivious as people may think I am. Everyone uses masks, facades and little sorts of acts when dealing with people. In my case, I just don’t want to acknowledge Taylor’s crush on me. I assumed he would get over it if I friend zoned him enough. Anyone who uses ‘buddy’ and “pal” is a telltale sign, especially for nerds, which Taylor is. A big red headed nerd. It’s cute. He’s obvious with his feelings, it’s not hard to read him. Especially after finding his fanfic. Call it a bad trait, but I like to read my fair share of smut and Taylor can write. It was funny at first, until I realized just how deep his feelings for me run. It’s so comical how obvious he is with his feelings. Sometimes I want to bring it up, hoping he’ll get over me and move on to someone else.

It’s not that I don’t like Taylor, I think he’s nice and a great guy. I just think we’d work better as friends. I don’t think I’ve ever truly liked someone, much less feel romantic love for anyone. I’m not exactly that connected to my emotions, or rather I know I’d be hung up on the person in my dreams. Which is a big factor as to why I even joined the club. As much as I like Taylor and think of him as a good friend, I would not be able to stand spending as much time with one single person as I do with Taylor. Honestly, I wait for the day parallel play is a normalized for dates. I wanted to figure out why I keep having reoccurring dreams. Glimpses of memories I’ve never lived…maybe a ghost attached itself to me when I was young. Maybe I have some sort of spiritual power? But I’ve never been able to connect with the dead or anything like that. And I don’t like buying vintage things. I mean, even if I count thrifting, what are the odds of getting a cursed item? The most likely things cursed in thrift stores are those VHS tapes. You never know if you’re getting some weird homemade 80s porno about clowns or an overly saturated movie with a hot clown. So far, I’ve only been able to narrow down to these possibilities;

either I was cursed before my birth and my parents used to be apart of cult (which is highly unlikely. My family is rather superstitious and do NOT like dealing with anything that is perceived as the dark arts.

The government really did put something in the water and I’m slowly going insane (Taylor severely thinks drinking tap is the worst thing someone can do, there the water is laced with tiny microchips and that’s how they’re watching us.)

Lastly, which I think might be the most possible one, is that I’m having memories from my past life. That I’m either connected to something or have some sort of unfinished business from my past life that I promised to remember in this one. (I saw this happen in a novella, but like…it can’t be true right? Wouldn’t I have met my so called ‘soulmate’ by now?)     

It doesn’t matter what the possibilities are. I just can’t figure it out. Taylor thinks I was abducted by aliens who like to implant false memories in my head. But Taylor believes apple was based off alien technology from area 51, so I don’t put much stock in his ideas unless he has proper research. I’m just going to have to figure this out on my own. Taylor hates it when I talk about this ‘mysterious dream demon’ and thinks I should just ignore it until it goes away.        

It doesn’t matter what the possibilities are. I just can’t figure it out. Taylor thinks I was abducted by aliens who like to implant false memories in my head. But Taylor believes apple was based off alien technology from area 51, so I don’t put much stock in his ideas unless he has proper research. I’m just going to have to figure this out on my own. Taylor hates it when I talk about this ‘mysterious dream demon’ and thinks I should just ignore it until it goes away.

But this doesn’t just go away. It lives, it breathes, and it becomes a part of you. And then you start to think that it is you. The familiarity of it, the way it feels so real, that deep down you know that its---

“and that’s all for class today!” The professor announces.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts, and I look to see my phone is flooded with messages from Taylor.

“Fuck, that’s right the meeting.”

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“OH MY GOD, THE JUGGLING CLUB? WHEN I SEE THAT UNGODLY NO-GOOD IAN DUFF IT’S OVER! IT IS ON SIGHT- IT’S ON AERA 50-61! IT’S GOING DOWN!” Taylor is fuming. The meeting did NOT go well whatsoever. It was a disaster and now we only have, what three days? To get more members. I always told Taylor he needed to advertise the club better. Like, I don’t know have weekly horror movie night, or host paranormal scouting nights or fuck—anything! Literally anything, there so many horror fans, paranormal, and conspiracy theorists that he could be capitalizing on. But whenever I bring up ideas like that, he says “I am NOT selling out!” Like most nerds, Taylor likes to secretly gatekeep. It’s frustrating to see him put in so much work but he’s so strong headed about his ideals and he’s just so stubborn. Sighing, I refill my mug and sit back at the table as I read articles about Gallagher mansion. Groaning, I push my laptop away from me as my brain is literally fried. Subconsciously I scratch my neck. It’s Taylor who catches me this time. “You’ve been scratching your neck a lot lately.” He notes, shooting me a worried look. I stop and roll my shoulders. “My birthmark has been itching for some reason. Maybe I’m not drinking enough water.” He hmms and goes back to work. “You got a unique birthmark, (name). Are you sure you weren’t abducted by aliens when you were born?” I want to say he’s joking, I really do, but he looks at me skeptically. “Taylor Potts, have you been watching me?” I smirk at him and he blushes before stammering while making some bizarre excuse that he’s trying to keep the reptiloids from taking over the world or something. But he’s right, I have an odd birthmark. It’s in the shape of a star. I Stare off into space as things go silent, Taylor goes back into the motions of researching while I sit in silence.

I look over to Taylor who’s writing notes down and staring at his laptop with an angry glare as he mutters “fuckin’ juggling club’ It makes me laugh. Getting up, I make us more coffee. I look back to my laptop and side eye my switch and grab non caffeinated tea for me. Someone has to be functional to explore that mansion tomorrow.

“Taylor, cursing and hexing the juggling club won’t save our ass. “ I set the coffee next to him and look at his laptop. I sit down and look at the script, tuning out his rant about clowns and juggling. “Tay, most people are just joining to be ironic. Most people wanna join just to say “how do I juggle these?” I say, waiting for Taylor to catch on. “Juggle these what?” Taylor asking, pausing his work and looking at me with a skeptical brow. I smile from ear to earn and say:  “juggle deez ballz!” I can’t stop laughing. Taylor is beat red and standing from his chair, he gasp and grabs me by the collar. “DID YOU JOIN THE JUGGLING CLUB?” I can’t give a proper answer as I’m laughing my head off. Replaying the moment from the last juggling club meeting. “YOU DID!” He lets me go and looks at me like I stepped in shit. I finally calmed down and smile at him. “Look, I went there after they brought up taking our club room to the student president. Unlike you I attend the club congress meetings. It’s because of my people skills that we kept that club room for so long and got away with as much shit as we did.” I push my hair off my shoulder. “Anyways, even if I’m not allowed at anymore meetings, everyone keeps saying “juggle deez balls” and Ian Duff, can stay mad.” Taylor stills for a second then laughs.

I smile too, finally happy that Tay isn’t in such a twist anymore. I look over my lines then back to the dress I’m supposed to wear tomorrow night.

“Juggle deez balls, Ian fucking Duff.”  

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[catsvrsdogscatswin]

I’ve decided to throw my two bits into the ring on what order the remaining Light Novels are going to get adapted into the anime, since I was right about Untold Origins getting adapted for S4. Only very minor spoilers below, and none about the actual ongoing the-Agency-was-framed plot in the anime.

To exposit for anime-onlys, Bungo Stray Dogs currently has eight light novels:

Dazai Osamu’s Entrance Exam (this is the Azure Messenger case with Kunikida) Dark Era (this was adapted at the beginning of S2) Untold Origins of the Detective Agency (this was adapted at the beginning of S4) 55 Minutes (this is a case that explores ability limitations) Dead Apple (I’m not explaining Dead Apple) BEAST (this is an AU where everything is not where it should be) Fifteen (this was adapted at the beginning of S3) Stormbringer (this is a story about Chuuya)

As of right now, only three of the eight LNs have yet to be animated. Dark Era, Fifteen, and Untold Origins were all mini-arcs at the start of the second, third, and fourth seasons respectively, and Dazai Osamu’s Entrance Exam was kind of awkwardly shoehorned into the first season with most of Dazai’s role in it stripped out. Dead Apple got its own movie. As of now, our options of LNs to adapt are Stormbringer, 55 Minutes, and BEAST. 

First off, I think BEAST is inapplicable. It got a live-action recently, they’re going to wait a while before they animate it, if they ever animate it at all. Which LN gets adapted into a mini-arc at the beginning of each season also seems to rely somewhat on tying it back to the current thread of that season, and other than the entire BEAST world being sourced from The Book, and its focus on Shin Soukoku, it won’t have anything to do with the ongoing arc.

Secondly, I think Stormbringer is unlikely to ever be adapted as a mini-arc at all, if the animation studio is being even slightly reasonable. I’m as eager to see Chuuya’s backstory play out on screen as anyone else, of course, but the fact of the matter is that Stormbringer is by far the longest LN yet. As far as the official English translations go, the median page count is 187, with Fifteen coming in at the shortest, with 152 pages. Stormbringer's page count is 340. It’s almost twice as thick as every other LN of the bunch. If they wanted to do that story even the slightest bit of justice and not compress it until it’s unrecognizable, they’d have to spread the “mini” arc out over half the season OR make it into an independent movie like Dead Apple. My vote is make a movie... so BONES, if you’re listening-

Thirdly, we have 55 Minutes. This is the one I see as most likely for them to adapt as S5′s mini-arc, if they even do one at all. They might not. 55 Minutes is centered around the actual scientific limitations of Abilities and Ability-users, and how those two things interact, and how various Abilities can interact and clash, etc. It also focuses heavily on Shin Soukoku, which will be relevant to this arc for reasons that anime-onlys will probably discover somewhere around the S5 finale. Eh, if you paid attention to the S4 opening, you’ll probably be able to guess why already.

So, yeah. My best scientific guess is 55 Minutes for Season 5, followed by a Stormbringer movie, and then maybe BEAST sometime somewhere when they get around to it.

[ysabelmystic]

Got tagged by @burntstay to whom I am extremely grateful because it’s been a LONG time since I’ve gotten to do one of these.

3 ships: Andreil (all for the game), which y’all know, because I’ve been torturing everyone with it for months now. Soukoku (bungou stray dogs) but in less of a “I want them to be together” way and more of a “they feel like exes who aren’t even remotely over each other and every interaction they have fills me with joy because there’s just so much obvious drama between them”. Dazai and Chuuya have made out before and they should do it again because it’d make each of them worse. And finally, Griddlehark. It lives rent free in my head. There’s just so much religious trauma in it…

First ship ever: technically Wall-E and Eve but my first proper fandom ship, unfortunately, was thrashgrace. Something something about the biting and “master” and the toxicity of it all hit 13yo me some kind of way that elevated it beyond “haha funny zombie duo” to unexplainable feelings. And that, friends, was part 2 of realizing that Maybe I was into things. Part 1 of that was my sheltered ass reading black butler for the first time and thinking “wow grelle could stab me and I’d thank her for it I wonder why”

Last movie: I think Dead Apple (bungou stray dogs)

Currently watching: bungou stray dogs season 4 and Jujutsu kaisen

Currently reading: the bungou stray dogs light novels (we’re seeing a theme here) and many many many textbooks. But the textbooks are mainly about Stuff That Kills You and how to fix that, and meds. So at least I’m having fun.

Currently consuming: I don’t know what this means exactly but i guess I’ve been getting into witchcraft and lore and whatnot but I guess that’s moreso consuming me. I’ve been watching a lot of tornado videos in YouTube I guess?

Currently craving: not being sick. There’s been a landfill fire nearby burning since November and I’ve had a bad on and off “cold” since then. Why has it been burning for so long? Well, you see, my state does not Do environmental policies. It’s to own the libs you see.

My chosen 9: @average-crazy-fangirl @gothsatanicrapunzel @lizalfosrise @zom-bi @daz4i @bibleofficial @voicemail1187 @imsoglitter and @stop-that-llama

[suckitsurveys]

Do you live with your biological mother? Well, she’s dead, so no.

Have you ever tried peanut butter and bananas together? I have. They’re okay.

What kind of music do you tend to like? I like a wide variety of stuff.

Do you enjoy listening to Eminem? Sometimes.

What color are the sheets on your bed? Blue.

Are you a member on Bzoink? Nope.

Do you believe in sex before marriage? Yeah.

When was the last time you went on a shopping trip with just your mom? Over 11 years ago, when she was still alive.

Do you agree that Wal-Mart is the best? Nope.

Do you know anyone who married their high school sweetheart? Yes.

Orange or apple juice? Apple.

Have you ever seen anyone die? Yes.

Is there anything really interesting in your family history? Probably.

What things are you interested in that you study or read about on your own? I don’t know, lots of stuff.

Would you ever creep into the subway tunnels to go exploring? Maybe.

Would you rather be a world political leader or a rock star? Neither.

Have you ever given someone a love letter that you wrote? Yeah.

Have you ever sent someone a surprise through the mail? Yes.

Of all animated movies, which is the best one you’ve ever seen? I love the Toy Story franchise.

What are the best bands or songs to listen to while driving? Anything really upbeat.

What is the happiest way you can start your day? Not going to work.

What changes are you afraid of? All of them.

Have you ever wanted to be an actor/tress? Yeah.

What is your biggest goal for this year? Make it through.

Where do you want to be in 5 years? I want to have traveled more.

If you were traveling to another continent would you rather fly or take a boat? Fly.

Where is the most fun place you have EVER been? The Wilderness Resort in the Wisconsin Dells. I’m going there this weekend with my two best friends!

If you had to choose would you live on the equator or at the North Pole? Equator.

Get anything good in the mail recently? Ellen sent me a present last week.

If you could pick one food that you could eat all you wanted but it would have no effect on how much you weigh, what food would it be? Sweets.

When you see a stranger on the street does your first reaction lean towards thinking of this person as a potential friend or as a potential threat? Man = threat. Woman = not so much but also not a friend, unless there is something on her that i recognize and have an interest in--like she’s wearing a shirt with a band or show I like or something

What do you really want to buy? A new phone.

Do you know what you want to be when you grow up? Lol.

Who was the last person you cut out of your life intentionally? An old friend.

Do you like watching scary movies? Eh.

Do you know how to fish? Yeah.

Have you ever been given a rose? Yes.

Do you eat live fish? Live? I don’t think I have.

Would you get engaged right now? I’m married bro.

[mybl--dyvalentine]

Twilight જ⁀➴ Jake

✮ non idol au! jake x gn! reader

✮ Summary: After dating Jake for 5 years it would be normal for you two to be madly in love. But that wasn't what you two had.

✮ Genre: Angst

✮ Word Count: 729

✮ Author's Note: I'm back lol. Also, I wrote this on a whim so if it seems all over the place that's why. Enjoy! :3

"Jake!" You yell.

The bed dips and rises up repeatedly before finally coming to a halt after your jump. His eyes flutter open and he slowly looks at his surroundings. Walls, a door, the bed, and you. He sees the same thing every morning. He is also getting tired of it.

"hey love." He whispers, "what's got you all energized this morning?"

Jake rubs his eyes and stares at the ceiling for a bit.

"Well, I just wanted to go on a date!"

"A date?" He looks at you for a bit.

"Yeah! I was thinking that we could go on a picnic."

"Uh-huh.."

Jake's phone dings and he quickly picks it up and checks who it's from. As he types away, the haptic sounds fill the dead silence between you two. During your relationship with Jake, he seemed to have changed drastically. At the start it was like any other fairytale movie with Jake practically being your prince charming. Then again, all good things come to an end and that is exactly what happened between you two.

"Is... everything okay?" You question.

"Yes, yes. Everything is fine. So a picnic?" He pockets his phone and looks into your eyes.

"yeah. I'll get ready now."

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The park wasn't quite filled but it wasn't empty either. There were children running about, couples sharing food, and animals wandering about. You and Jake take a seat on a blanket and begin to take out your packed food. As you take a bite from your apple, curious thoughts begin to enter your mind. 'Does Jake really love me?' and 'What will happen if I confront him?' are two main recurring thoughts. You were so immersed in your head to notice that Jake was smiling at his phone and happily typing away. Whilst taking another bite of your apple, you muster up enough courage to bite the bullet.

"Jake?" You call.

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"What are we?"

He paused. The half eaten sandwich slightly droops to the side and a piece of tomato falls onto the blanket. There it is again. The silence that voraciously eats away the love that you thought existed.

He breaks the silence, "What do you mean?"

"Jake, what makes you think I don't know what you're doing."

The hungry silence appears once more, this time even more intense. Jake looks up at the sky and takes a deep breath.

He starts, "Love-"

"Don't call me that." You cut him off.

"Alright, as for your question we're dating. It just might feel different because there's someone else too." He looks off to the side.

You take a second to think about the situation. You love Jake and Jake loves you and someone else. Unfortunately, this alone cannot break your love for Jake. 5 years of the two of you being in a relationship is something that doesn't disappear when another person is introduced.

"Maybe we can work something out?" He suggests, "Like an agreement of some sort."

"is there something i'm missing?" You question, "What about me isn't good enough for you that you'd have to see another person? Do you even know what I've done for you for all these years? All of the moments we've had with each other, are they all just nothing to you?"

"No, no. I still really love you and those moments we had, they were all real." He reaches out for your face.

You stop his hand before it reaches your face, "Do you even know if they love you back? You're seriously putting our relationship at risk for some one-sided love?"

You can see that the thought of the other person not loving him back has taken charge in his mind. His face becomes distraught and he begins to breathe heavily.

You take this chance to start packing your things and get up, leaving Jake to wallow in his own despair.

As you're walking away you hear, "Wait, Love!"

You stop in your tracks and turn around. Jake is reaching out for you one last time. You take a moment to stare at him, considering going back.

"I can't believe you would just leave me." He says.

Your jaw drops a bit and you stare at him in disbelief.

"I don't want to be with you if it means that I'll be used to cover up your sins."