#my dude you look like the biggest dumbass ever

[astracora]

I continue to buy every stupid fucking accessory just so I can see what this dumb fucking asshole says. He never disappoints. Yes Sy let's have a goddamn party with the twins, you're always sweet, stupid man 😭😭💖

[warping-realities]

All For The Family - Part 2

“Ryan… Ryan… bro… wake up!”

Brian didn’t wanna wake up; that dream was where he wanted to be. No worries about work, no competition with his brother… brother? What brother…?

“Ryan, brother, get up… NOW!!!” Someone yelled, chucking a pillow at him, waking him up with a start.

Br-Ryan shot up, “WTF? What’s with the pillow, RJ?”

“We’re late for work, you dumbass! Dad’s gonna skin us alive if we take too long. Get your act together!” The muscular guy in front of him said. Ryan still remembered the dream, envying the other guy’s body. Could he ever reach that size? Wait, why would he want to be that big? Something felt off… that dream… and…

“Dude! Get up right now or I’m dragging your skinny ass outta there!”

“Okay, okay, just let me take a shower and brush my teeth!” Ryan replied, getting up and deciding to worry about strange dreams during his downtime. Easier said than done, because as soon as he stepped into the bathroom, a surprise awaited him.

“What The Fuck!” he exclaimed, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The skinny physique he was used to had been replaced by a toned body, like he actually lifted weights, either at the gym or on the job. The physique in front of him was the same as in that dream… had it really been a dream? Maybe it was a memory… but how could he remember something he never lived? Or had he lived it? While he tried to process that info, he was interrupted by RJ, standing in all his muscular glory at the bathroom door. Had he gotten even bigger in the last few minutes? No way, that’d be impossible!

“Bro, you’re playing with fire! I know you’ve made some sick gains since you started working here, but now’s not the time to be admiring yourself!” said the muscle giant, though he sounded more satisfied than scolding. More importantly, that explanation made sense in Ryan's confused mind, causing a smile to spread across his face as golden sparks surrounded him.

“Okay bro, just a minute. I really gotta pee.” He said while sniffing his armpit, finding the smell acceptable; even if it wasn’t, he knew the shower would have to wait. After a long pee, he grabbed his clothes tossed by the bed—a worn-out pair of jeans, a tank top, and work boots—and headed for the kitchen, following the familiar path he had taken for months. The first thing he noticed was the delicious aroma of Mrs. Abernathy’s cooking. Following that scent, he found her chatting with Debra, lunch already well underway. The two didn’t even seem to notice his entrance into the cozy farmhouse kitchen; they were so caught up in their lively conversation. For some reason, Mrs. Abernathy looked more radiant today, as if the weight of a few years had been lifted from her, and even Debra seemed to glow. It must be the joy they were sharing at that moment, Ryan thought.

Not wanting to interrupt, he turned to the table where the two biggest guys he’d ever known were seated, Mr. Abernathy, Roy, and Roy Jr., RJ. They both smiled at him, taking up the whole kitchen with their massive frames.

“Jesus, Ryan. You took your sweet time, son. Sit down and eat a good meal; today’s gonna be busy, so even though we’re late, I don’t wanna risk seeing you hit the floor from lack of fuel!” Roy said, still smiling, but that last part made something click in Ryan’s mind, something about…

“And what about my car?”

“Oh bro, don’t sweat it, we’ll check it out at some point today, either after lunch or later in the afternoon. Now, do what Dad said and stuff your face!” RJ replied. Realizing he was starving, Ryan sat at the table and began piling food onto his plate, way more than he’d ever eaten in his life… or had he? He had the distinct feeling that this was the usual routine every morning since he started working here… so why did it feel so… new? He was trying to wrap his head around that incongruity when a loud burp next to him made him turn to RJ, who was laughing openly.

“Damn, that was a big one! Come on, Ryan, show us what you got!”

“I… I don’t know if… I should!”

“Come on, son, better out than in, and with all you’ve eaten, your stomach must be bubbling.” Roy encouraged as Ryan realized what he was saying was true; he was stuffed, and something was pushing up from his stomach with high pressure until “Burrrrrp.” Ryan let out an even bigger burp than RJ’s. It sent all the guys at the table into fits of laughter, while Mrs. Abernathy shot them a disapproving glance.

“Boys, have some manners at the table!” she said with a serious expression.

“Marisa, leave the boys alone; boys will be boys, right?”

“Then let them be far away from my kitchen!”

“Alright, alright! Time to get to work, boys… and Ryan, I’m really proud of you; you’re showing yourself to be the right kind of man!”

Hearing that made Ryan beam, golden sparks erupting around him once again.

After that, the real work began. Harvesting was tough. The more experienced Roy and RJ took turns driving the combine and the truck that collected the grains, while Ryan helped guide the flow of seeds to make sure they didn’t fall in the wrong spot. Every grain counted, given the family’s tight financial situation. Ryan wondered how they managed without him? Having been there for a year, arriving shortly after the last harvest, he now understood why the family treated him with such care; the work must have gotten a lot easier with him around. After they finished the hearty lunch delivered by Debra in generous portions, without even leaving their vehicles, Roy called for a break. There were only a few acres left to harvest, which could be done the next day. So if the boys wanted, they could work on Ryan’s old Mustang.

As they arrived at the barn, laughing and chatting like the good friends they were, RJ asked Ryan to wait while he grabbed the tools for the car repair. Still chuckling at a story RJ had just told him, Ryan sat down on an old bench. This was the first moment he’d been alone for more than a few seconds since he arrived at the Abernathy home… from where? Didn’t his car have a problem? But his car was currently covered by an old tarp in one corner of the barn and looked like it had been sitting there for months collecting dust. He was sure he had been working for Roy for a year now, but where had he worked before that? The answer that popped into his mind was a bank? But that didn’t make sense; why would he work at a bank? Those were the thoughts racing through the young man’s mind, with light brown hair and well-toned muscles, until he was interrupted by a persistent voice.

“Ry… Ry… RY!!! What’s up, bro? You look like you’re on another planet!”

Ryan looked up to see RJ holding a wrench, his work tank top discarded somewhere along the way, and a worried expression on his face.

“Hey… b-bro… do you remember where I worked before I came here… was it at a bank? I can’t seem to recall what I did after college…”

“Ry… this is a joke, right? Someone like you could never work at a bank! And college? Guys like us don’t do that!”

“Guys like us…?”

“Yeah, man, guys of the land, manual labor, real men. Like me, like you!” RJ replied, smiling.

“You think I’m like you?”

“Of course, you’re exactly like me!”

Hearing that sparked a fire of acceptance in Ry’s chest, which somehow led to another wave of golden sparks surrounding him as a smile spread across his face.

“Now let’s get to work on what you’ve been itching to do, let’s fix your car, bro!”

“Hell yeahh!”

Hours passed as the two worked on Ryan’s red Mustang; there was a lot to do, but luckily they both knew their way around cars. Right after leaving school, Ry had jumped from city to city taking on various jobs, the longest being at a mechanic shop, where he had coincidentally acquired the car they were now trying to fix.

“Man, I’ve always been obsessed with cars. To me, the American Muscle Car is the pinnacle of automotive achievement!” an excited RJ said.

“Dude, I totally agree with you. I needed to have this beauty here. I knew with the right work, it’d be perfect! I don’t get why my brother got so mad at me!” Ry replied, stopping immediately after that comment. Did he have a brother?? Then why couldn’t he remember his face or even his name? He wondered, an expression of anguish creeping his bearded man's face as his defined muscles involuntarily tensed in discomfort.

“Shit…” RJ muttered quietly before quickly recovering. “Your brother? Bro, I’m the closest thing you’ve got to a brother, and I’d never criticize you for buying a badass car like this! It’s like you haven’t learned in all these years we’ve known each other that I’ll support you even in your cra ziest ideas, just like you support me in mine, and buying the Mustang isn’t even close to being as wild as some of the things I’ve done!”

“Years…?”

“Now you’re really worrying me, brother! Dude, we’ve known each other since we were kids! My greatest joy was when you came to work with us right after we graduated. Can you imagine? Working with my best bro!”

“Best bro? I… I’m your best bro?”

“Of course you are, Ty! You and I are best bros for life!”

“Best bros…” Ty repeated, a smile breaking across his face as the biggest wave of golden sparks enveloped him, his strong, toned muscles relaxing as he looked at his lifelong best friend.

“Sorry, man, I’m feeling kinda weird today.”

RJ, sensing that the thinh they are doing was coming to a close, went for the final push while discreetly notifying Roy that their plan was nearing its climax.

“Chill out, man, I know just the thing to help! How about we take a break here and really work out? My muscles are aching for a pump, and even though you’re not a skinny twig anymore, you still have a ways to go to catch up to me.”

“This is definition, bro!”

“No, this is malnourishment, Ty! Let’s head to the back right now.”

The two moved toward the back of the barn, where there was a separate room that, to Ty’s surprise, was basically a fully-equipped old-school gym.

“Wow man, this is sick as hell!”

“Ty, bro! You talk like you don’t live here with me and haven’t used Dad’s gym since we were kids, even though you still seem like a little weakling to me.” RJ said, grinning.

“Shut up, asshole!” Ty shot back, mirroring RJ’s smile. But that quickly faded as he sat down, lost in thought.

“But it’s true, that’s what I’m trying to tell you, man. It feels like something’s off with me. You’ve spent the whole day reminding me of things I already know; I feel fine for a while, and then everything gets muddled again. Am I going crazy?” he questioned RJ who was standing right in front of him, wearing nothing but some extremely short shorts that showcased his massive muscles.

“Ty, bro, you need to stop worrying about that. Now it’s time to work out and try to get close to this!” he said, flexing his powerful chest and arms.

“I… work... out? Yes! But… I… don’t remember… that’s what I’m telling you… there’s something… missing…”

Before RJ could respond, a deep voice interrupted them.

“Can I know what’s going on here?” Asked Roy Abernathy in his work clothes with a serious expression.

“Roy… Mr. Abernathy… I’m sorry… it’s my fault… I wasn’t feeling well, and RJ wanted to cheer me up…”

“I know, son. What I want to know is why you didn’t say anything. You’re like a son to me, TJ. I expected you to see me as a father too!”

“Like a… father?”

“Of course, boy! I’ve watched you play with RJ in these fields since you could fit in the palm of my hand. I’ve followed your football games from Pop Warner all the way to the state championship semifinals in high school. You’ve brought me as much pride as my own son, boy.” Said the bigger man with a smile.

That seemed to trigger the golden sparks once again.

As the trademark smile spread across TJ’s face, knowing how little time they had left before their work was finished, Roy quickly stripped down, donning only some shorts that were just as tight and short as his son’s. His muscular body was less defined but much larger in mass and power.

“Let’s go, kid, take off those pants and show me what you’ve got! Who knows, maybe one day you’ll match this!” he said, flexing his arm and grinning.

“I think that’s pretty unlikely, Roy, but let’s see what I can do!” TJ replied, smiling.

“Start with the warm-up, son! How about some squats?” Roy suggested as the younger man positioned himself.

“And, TJ?”

“Yes?” TJ answered, starting the exercise.

“My friends call me Roy. My sons call me Dad! Show me who you really are, son!”

That phrase, amidst his concentration on the exercise, ignited a new wave of golden sparks. As TJ squatted down and pushed up, his mind flooded with various memories: childhood days playing with his twin brother, who was just a few minutes older, under their father’s watchful eye. The two brothers, inseparable best friends, taking care of the farm chores together. The football games that had led them to the semifinals of the state championship. The decision to stay on the farm to help their parents with the work. Finally, the gaps in his memory were filled. He finally knew who he was. With one final push upward, Tyler James Abernathy finished his warm-up set, smiling at his father and his brother.

“Warm-up done, old man; how about we move on to something real?”

“Not before you do what I asked; show me what you’re capable of. Flex for me, son!”

“Dad, come on!” TJ replied, a bit exasperated.

“Hey, are you gonna let an old man outdo you?”

Smiling at his dad, who despite being frustrating was still his greatest role model, TJ flexed his massive muscles as a grin spread across his face.

…..

As the sun set that day, the twins walked home, chatting animatedly after making significant progress on the Mustang’s repairs. However, they stopped dead in their tracks when they encountered an unexpected scene that made their cheerfull expressions turn serious.

Their father was standing with his arms crossed, staring at someone with his imposing physique blocking their view. But both knew their dad’s posture well enough, even from behind, to tell he was fuming. And a very angry Roy Abernathy was exactly what the other man was seeing.

“I already told you I haven’t seen the guy you’re looking for, officer!” Roy said, his voice steady but firm.

“I don’t want to doubt your word, Mr. Abernathy; I’m just asking to take a look around your property. The last I heard, my brother was supposed to come here yesterday. Brian is many things I don’t approve of, but irresponsible isn’t one of them,” the man said, stepping into the twins’ line of sight.

“Hey, you two, I’m Officer Lucas Harding. Have either of you seen my brother Brian?”

“Fuck!” exclaimed a startled RJ.

Just as Debra and Marisa Abernathy emerged from the house, and Roy turned to his sons. All eyes were fixed on TJ, who stood frozen in place while the same question ran through the minds of the rest of the family, what had gone wrong? Worse than that: what else could happen?

Continue....

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Fake dating 2 (mini fic)

Part one here

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Now that Jason was leaving you alone it felt like there was a time limit on your "relationship" with Eddie. You're hesitant to admit that your feelings have changed after Eddie's dismissive attitude.

His words keep coming back to you whenever you think of telling him. What was the point?

There was no way you could talk to him and ruin the budding friendship that was happening between the two of you. You adored hanging out with Eddie at the trailer; his uncle Wayne was funny and really nice to you and the trailer had begun to feel like a home away from home.

You didn't want to ruin what you had by admitting your feelings and making everything super awkward and you were so busy trying to cover up your feelings that you didn't notice Eddie beginning to struggle with his...

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Naturally Dustin is the first person to notice Eddie's changing feelings. Even after he took the little shrimp to the record store and Family Video.

He's watching Eddie with an amused grin on his face while browsing the horror collection.

Eddie wasn't normally a jealous person, at least there wasn't a universe where he ever thought he'd be jealous of Steve Harrington...

Okay maybe that was a teeny tiny lie. He was a little jealous that Steve seemed to have it all. Rich, good looks and the ladies loved him but it was a passing thought than anything else.

Now he couldn't quite ignore the jealousy that was raging through him.

"So that oh we don't actually have real feelings for each other comments really came back to bite you in the ass huh dude?" Dustin says sarcastically and Eddie glares at him. The little shrimp and his tone was getting worse by the day.

Dustin is patting his shoulder in a meant to be soothing manner and that irritated Eddie even more.

"Yeah. Real helpful you little butthead" he grumbles as Steve says something that makes you laugh.

He shouldn't be feeling like this but every inch of him is thrumming with envy. Without thinking Eddie walks over and slips his arms around your waist, you look at him surprised.

"Harrington. Good to see you" stop flirting with my girl you butthead he seethes, fuck. He really does want you to be his girl. The realisation is staggering to him because he's been living in denial for a while now.

And instead of admitting these feelings he panics and takes his attitude out on Steve. He feels guilty about doing it but he doesn't like the way Steve is looking at you. Doesn't he have enough chicks swooning about his good looks?

He can tell you're irritated but he's having trouble getting his annoyance under control and once Dustin has picked the movies he likes, he storms out to his van.

When you follow him out with Dustin the look on your face makes Eddie's stomach churn. Dustin shakes his head as he looks between the pair of you and climbs in the front with him.

"Are you coming?" he asks even though he really doesn't want to know the answer.

"What was that with Steve? Why did I feel like I was in the middle of some pissing contest?" he gulps and really he should just apologise but he puts his foot in his mouth. "Sorry I just feel a little nauseated what with all of Steve's flirting" he snaps and Dustin groans.

Your eyes flash with anger and you glare at him, "He's my friend Eddie. Even if he was flirting I'm not interested" this lessons the ache in Eddie's chest but he's still pissed at Steve.

"Yeah well clearly Steve is" he grumbles and the anger fades from your features.

"What does it matter? This isn't real. Our feelings and all of this shit is fake. You said it yourself" your voice cracks at the end and he stiffens. Shit. He did see that... and now you looked like you were going to cry.

"I think I'll walk home today" you tell him and rush away before he can call you back. Shit. Shit.

"You know that I admire you dude but you really can be the world's biggest dumbass at times" Dustin pipes up and he sighs.

Yeah. He definitely is.

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[sanskari-kanya]

Guess who got 30/30 on her finals’ viva 😭💃

It was the biggest adventure of my goddamn life.

The viva was scheduled at 3 pm today so I was pretty chill. I was like okay I’ll do the hardest ones till late night, grab some good sleep and wake up a little early to revise the rest.

But my university sent a mail at 10:30 pm, saying ✨surprise motherfuckers, the time is changed to 9:30 am, all the best insufferable freshers✨

Post this mail, I had made peace in accepting that I aint gonna get any sleep tonight and I had to revise 4 subjects till 8 am (minus 30 minutes to get my boogie ass ready because I will never enter the uni looking like crap and 30 more minutes to reach the university)

I started studying around 12 am because all we did was cuss the fuck out of the university and exam managers for a bloody 1.5 hours.

Considering my attention span, my study session lasted for approximately 15 minutes before I opened Pinterest and keep scrolling mindlessly until it was suddenly 2 am 🤩. Then I went for a mindless walk around the hostel, disturbed my bf for a good 15 minutes, and realised he wasn’t giving me any attention because he actually studies and uski fati padi thi so I came back in my room and re-started studying. It continued till 5 am (paired with stress eating, gossiping, watching a documentary)

THEN, I ACCIDENTALLY FELL ASLEEP AT 5 AM AND WOKE UP AT 8 AM!?!? I had to leave at 9 am so there was no bloody chance of revising Histology and Radiology that I very confidently left for the morning 🤗 I left the house at 9 and kept a ppt of histological slides open on my phone so I could at least revise SOMETHING.

If this drama was not enough, here is more :

Me and my friend had decided to pair up for the viva but some dude mishandled the list and jumbled the numbers and I had to beg my classmate to go with a random dude so me and bestie could go tgt.

As I was about to enter the viva room, a physical fight broke pit between two students and my examiner walked out to stop the fight and never returned.

I confidently wrong answered a sub question and made the doctor believe that I was right cus I answered everything else too. 10 in Anatomy ✅

Manually picked the harder examiner for Histology because bestie shat in anatomy so I wanted her to score in Histology with the easier examiner. My reactions to the first two questions- ✨ma’am I don’t know✨ and she was glaring me so bad I cannot explain y’all but then by god’s grace, she asked me more questions (redemption arc) that I answered but she gave me 7.5 so I was like okay, I did shit in the beginning so-

Next was physiology and if y’all weren’t aware of my bad reputation with the professor (George), well now you are 🤗 But then I again had a choice to choose my examiner and I chose my favourite teacher from last semester and George was like ✨why are you not sitting with me huh✨ in the most sarcastic tone ever like i would ever voluntarily chose you , kind sir.

End result, I scored full in physiology too which just proves that my physiology wasn’t a problem, George was the problem!

Last was Radiology. I was scared for my life since I slept and didn’t revise radiology AT ALL. But the examiner was impressed by my marks and gave me 2.5 🙂‍↕️

Now if that still wasn’t enough adventure for you, let me introduce you to my bad math skills. 7.5 in Histology + 2.5 in radiology makes 10 which meant I had scored 30/30 but my dumbass forgot math and thought I scored only 27.5 and went out a little sad.

Then a senior dude asked me how was it and I was like ‘Accha tha bas muje ek baat bata histology ke liye maximum kitna hota hai?’ And he was 7.5 and then it hit me ‘Oh bhaiii fir toh muje full mile hai’ 😭😭😭

I’m never forgetting this day. I narrated this entire thing to my mom twice, once to bf, a 30 min voice note to @hum-suffer and now on tumblr.

[lowkeyrobin]

hey! i liked your writing! could you write something about fuckshit and the reader preparing for exams? it's kinda boring, but i really need it right now. you can make it short. honestly whatever you want, feel free. thanks!

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yeah sure! ; I just recently had exams as well and it was not fun 😭🙏 ; I rushed this a bit because I wanted to get it out for you but yeah lol ; also welcome 🔋! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy :) ; I decided to put this in hc form because it was easier and I didn't have motivation to make this a whole ass readable oneshot LOL

FUCKSHIT ; exam prep

summary ; studying for exams with fuckshit

warnings ; language, mentions of weed, sexual jokes, making out, pet names (baby & babe)

word count ; 362

l/f/c = least favorite subject

masterlist

you were supposed to be helping each other study for exams

you mostly struggled with l/f/s while he was struggling awfully with biology/physical science

it was a struggle getting him to do anything LMFAOOO

"what function do ribosomes serve in the cell?"

he's just sitting there staring at you like 😒😐

"fuckshit"

"what??? oh my god, I dunno"

"just guess"

he's got the biggest attitude ever....

"to fuck you? dude i don't know"

"how are you a junior in high school again?"

yall get a little... distracted for a minute (a half hour)

he's literally straddling your waist and making out with you on his bed

he smells so rank but you couldn't care in that moment (the weed smell gets you sometimes let's be real)

you're massaging his scalp as he's straight up bruising your lips with how hard he's kissing you

one, he loves you and is addicted to you

two, he doesn't wanna study and is trying to distract you

his hands are EVERYWHERE trying to just make out with you

plus he's relieving your stress so... win win situation

anyway, back to studying...

afterwards, he's more compliant (much more high as well)

he's probably not gonna pass again but it's fine

you definitely are though, you're like a wizard or something

"damn, you're a fucking nerd"

"don't start"

"okay smartass"

"okay dumbass"

yall r doing anything but studying let's be so honest

when u are though... it's serious

he's a lot more focused while high so he can actually get shit done

for a while it's just silence while looking over notes and then he'll start staring at you all focused

he's admiring you, trust me

"what does this mean?" just to talk to you

"they rotate around each other at a specific speed"

"thank you, baby"

rests his head on your shoulder while he's reading over boring notes

"babe, what's the difference between prokaryotes and eukaryotes again?"

you spend 20 mins hyping each other up with music

like the stereo is blaring and you're dancing and jumping all around the room

you have to bribe him with kisses and weed to finish the last page of notes he had to go over

but it ended up alright

[socialfakes]

crossing enemy lines -connor bedard-

part 6: infinite heart eyes

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connor bedard x hughes sister

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user9 photo proof he looks good in all the jerseys

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_connorbedard you're the love of my life 🙊😍 | _quinnhughes still think it's a little soon to be saying the L word but if you're treating her right, then i'm happy | _connorbedard i would never in a million years dream of treating her badly. she's my whole world, sincerely | _quinnhughes okay good. just checking

user8 quinn being the protective older brother is honestly so cute | y/nhughes he's the most precious human being 😊 | user8 do you have a favorite brother? | y/nhughes no. i love them all equally, although i do love each of them more than the other 2 sometimes

bboeser is he good at anything other than hockey? | y/nhughes if you mean what i think you mean, then yes definitely 🙊😏 | y/nhughes but yes. he's good at everything

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y/nhughes it's all about confidence baby 😍 | y/nhughes god you're so pretty | y/nhughes can i kiss you? | y/nhughes i'll ask nicely | y/nhughes pretty please 🥺 | _connorbedard you can do whatever you want, whenever you want ❤

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trevorzegras looking good dude | y/nhughes he always looks good | y/nhughes he's so pretty | y/nhughes and oh my god. after a game? wow 🔥🤤🥵 | trevorzegras whoa that was intense | y/nhughes i am unapologetic about it 🤷🏻‍♀️

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y/nhughes my favorite person

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[apartmentwhereikeepallofmyswords]

Some incorrect quotes from a silly generator plus mystic (my oc). Enjoy cause I loved imagining these scenarios with this dumbass and the bois

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Mystic: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited

Dust: If?

Axe: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die."

Mystic: Hey, Killer? Can I get some dating advice?

Killer: Just because I’m with Color doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Mystic: We need to get through this locked door. Killer, give me your credit card.

Killer: Here.

Mystic, pocketing it: Thanks. Axe, kick down the door.

Mystic: Don't worry, I got a plan.

Killer: Alright.

Mystic: TraitorSayWhat?

Cross: Excuse me?

Mystic: What?

Everyone:

Mystic:

Mystic: No wait-

Mystic: How's the sexiest person here~?

Killer: I don't know, how are they~?

Mystic, flustered: I-

Color, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

Mystic: Killer and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Color: *Sighing* What did Killer do?

Mystic: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Killer: Who wants a steering wheel?

Mystic: WHY. why did you give Color a KNIFE?!

Killer: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.

Mystic: Now I feel unsafe!

Killer: I’m sorry.

Killer: ... would you like a knife?

Color: HELP! I TOLD MYSTIC I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Killer, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Ccino : Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

Killer: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

Color: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Killer: Good thinking.

Mystic: Wait! just *keep* stabbing me. infinite money.

Color and Ccino: No!

Killer, already nodding and lifting a knife: infinite money

Mystic: Color, can I talk to you for a second?

Color: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Killer are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Mystic: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

Color: Thats not... Remind me to bring this up later.

Ccino: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Killer: I'm a knife.

Mystic, from across the room: He’s the little spoon.

Mystic: While I’m gone, Killer, you’re in charge.

Killer: Yes!!!

Mystic, whispering: Color, you’re secretly in charge.

Color: Obviously.

Mystic: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Killer: Just rip the bandage off.

Mystic: It’s Mare.

Killer: Put the bandage back on

Mystic: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Killer: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Mystic: Yes!

Color: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

Mystic: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Killer: Okay, but what is updog?

Color: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Mystic: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Color: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Mystic: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Color: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Mystic: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Color: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Killer: What’s a henway??

Mystic: Oh, about five pounds.

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Mystic: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Cross: ...I did. I broke it.

Mystic: No. No you didn't. Dust?

Dust: Don't look at me. Look at the boss.

Nightmare: What?! I didn't break it.

Dust: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Nightmare: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Dust: Suspicious.

Nightmare: No, it's not!

Killer: If it matters, probably not, but Axe was the last one to use it.

Axe: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Dust: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Axe: I chew on the wooden sticks. Everyone knows that, Dust!

Cross: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Mystic.

Mystic: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Axe: Mystic... Killer’s been awfully quiet.

Killer: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Mystic, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Mystic: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Mystic:

Mystic: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Mystic: We need to distract these guys

Killer: Leave it to me

Killer: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Color, Nightmare, and Axe: *Immediately begin arguing*

Dust, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

Mystic: Croissants: dropped

Cross: Road: works ahead

Killer: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Dust: Shavacado: fre

Axe: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Nightmare:

Nightmare, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Mystic: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Cross: >:O language

Killer: Yeah watch your fucking language

Dust: OKAY WHO TAUGHT CROSS THE FUCK WORD?

Axe: 'The fuck word'.

Nigthmare: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Dust: Oh my god they censored it

Axe: Say fuck, Nightmare.

Killer: Do it, Nighty. Say fuck.

Mystic: Rules are made to be broken.

Cross: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Color: Uh, piñatas.

Killer: Glow sticks.

Axe: Karate boards.

Dust: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Mystic: Rules.

Cross:

*The squad right before Mystic's wedding*

Cross: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

Axe: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

Ccino: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND

Dust, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

Killer and Color: WE HAVE A WEDDING TO GET MARRIED AT.

Mystic: I CAN'T DO IT!

Killer, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Mystic: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Color: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Mystic:

Mystic: I appreciate it,

Mystic: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Cross: Mystic-

Mystic: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Cross: Mystic we gotta-

Mystic: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Mystic: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Mystic, motioning to a picture of Ccino: NOT FUCKIG THIS!

Mystic: Time for plan G.

Nightmare: Don’t you mean plan B?

Killer: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Ace: What about plan D?

Mystic: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Cross: What about plan E?

Mystic: I’m hoping not to use it. Axe dies in plan E.

Dust: I like plan E.

Color: How. How much caffeine have you two had.

Mystic and Killer vibrating: So much.

[sankta-starkova]

THE OUTSIDERS

003 | chill in the air

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summary: the one where daisy returns to camp from college and is blinded by her love for him, even as the world ends

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The camp felt an unusual chill after the Winter Solstice and although it was partly due to the war between the Gods which the campers had not yet noticed, it was also because of the biggest rift in all of camp.

Chiron had seen demigods fight before at camp. He had watched relationships start and end. He had been to too many funerals to count. Never had he seen a fight like this.

He had never seen two campers be such pillars of Camp Half Blood before. They were the light on a rainy day and nobody knew when or how it happened, they had always been Daisy and Luke. Luke and Daisy.

Camp was cold. They hadn't talked to one another for three days at this point and nobody had ever seen them like this.

Some of the campers watched as Daisy walked into the lunch hall, looking around and completley ignoring the watchful gaze of Luke.

They muttered to themselves as she say down with her three best girl friends in camp.

The kids watched, hesitant. Everyone who had arrived in the last 6 years knew of Luke and Daisy, the inseperable duo.

Annabeth would whisper into every new campers ear about the duo. How even if they didn't see it, they were soulmates. Futures strung together by the fates themselves.

Daisy could feel the eyes in her as she sat with Selena, Lily and Nina.

The three were her best friends at camp. She trusted them more than anything - but she trusted Luke. She used to anyway, now she was starting to doubt it all.

Luke watched her as she sat down. He was with Chris as he toyed with his food, appetite still missing.

He just watched the empty spot on the table. She hadn't even looked at him in days and it made his heart sink.

"Are you two still fighting?" Annabeth said as she walked over, interrupting him and Chris as they sat at the table.

He looked at her, too ashamed to admit it, "No, why would you say that?"

Annabeth scoffed she knew that they were arguing. It was obvious.

But it was also obvious that he loved her. Annabeth saw it from the moment that they met when Daisy laughed at one of his jokes and Lukes face lit up with pride.

"She seems mad, and she doesn't want to talk to you," Annabeth said, arms folded across her chest.

He didnt want to talk about it or think about how mad he was about the whole situation, "We're fine, she's busy. You know how important she is, she has stuff to do,"

"Sure, whatever you say Luke," Annabeth said before walking off.

As soon as she left, he knocked his head onto the table with a groan, furious at himself.

"What's up man?" Chris asked. He had watched him wallow for so long and was tired about it, "What did you do?"

"It's nothing," he sighed, realising it would be good to tell someone, "I told her she had changed since she's been at college,"

Chris scoffed, now understanding why she didn't want to talk to him, "Dude, you gotta calm down, she won't want to come back of you keep complaining about her,"

"I know, I know," Luke said, head in his hands.

Chris sighed, "We can all tell that you love her,"

"Course I love her, she's my best friend," luke responded, feeling his eyes linger on her again.

Chris caught him watching her. The gaze that everyone always wanted, the gaze of the most popular boy in camp always strayed to her.

He could remember a time when every girl tried to shoot their shot at Luke Castellan and gw would just smile and turn to Daisy, wrapping an arm around her shoulder before walking away. He wishes it could be like that again.

"No dumbass. You have feelings for her, you love her," Chris said.

Luke tried to interrupt him, to save himself from losing that reputation be had but Chris wouldn't let him. 

"Man, you moped for weeks after she left for school," he stated, "You love her and all the kids know, especially the Aphrodite ones,"

Luke cocked his head, "Why? You been talking to Selena and Lily about me?"

Selena and Lily were half sisters but acted like twins. The latter of which had always caught Chris Rodriguezs eye.

"She says she loves you too," he said.

Lukes gaze, like it always did, landed on the object of his affection, the daughter of Apollo.

Selena looked over her shoulder, "They're staring again,"

Daisy groaned, "I'm not in the mood Selena,"

Selena and Lily looked at one another. They knew that there was more to the story than their friend was letting in.

"Come on. You know he likes you, why don't you just make a m-" Lily started but was stopped by Daisy.

She slammed her hand down on the table, the loud noise echoing through the friend group. None dared to make a sound.

None of them had ever seen the girl so angry before and wondered what had happened during their conversation. 

"He doesn't like me like that. If he did then he wouldn't have let me go," she muttered, shrinking in on herself.

Silence filled the group. Nobody knew what to say after her sudden outburst.

Daisy could feel her heart pounding. She looked up and her eyes locked with Lukes. He went to say something, or wave but she averted her gaze, tears welling up.

She couldn't talk to him right now, she couldn't even think about it.

"Can we change the subject?" She asked, wiping her eyes.

The three girls looked at one another, unsure of the extent of this fight, "Of course,"

"Uh, you guys ready for capture the flag?" Nina said as she tried to change the subject and not cause an issue.

Daisy's gaze faltered and she looked over at Luke again. She wasn't listening to the conversation anymore.

By the end of the game of capture the flag which resulted in a win for Clarisse and her team (the team Daisy was on despite always being on Annabeth and Lukes team) they all sat at the campfire, singing songs.

Michael clapped and the group looked at him and some of the other Apollo kids. They always lead the songs and it was a camp favourite.

"I think we should have our old friend do a song," he said, holding the guitar in Daisy's direction.

Everyone applauded, cheering her on and encouraging her to sing and she accepted the guitar, a nervous feeling building up in her gut.

"I don't know," she said, looking at the guitar.

"Come on, you have the most beautiful voice," Nina said, leaning forward. She also knew that her voice was one of Lukes favourite things about her. She was the siren trying to pull him from the boat, drowning her.

Someone yelled out a song suggestion and she sang it. It was Lukes favourite one but she ignored that fact as she started strumming.

She sang the song, the slow and tragically romantic ballad and he just watched her in awe.

Linda Rondstadt had always been his favourite and when she locked eyes with him, she could see his eyes welled in tears.

The rest of the camp was silent as they listened to her. When she finished, they erupted in applause, some standing up.

The people who had stood up started to sit down, muttering to one another about how amazing her voice was.

The only one left standing was Luke. He was almost in shock, mouth slightly open as he stared at her.

When he noticed that everyone else had sat back down, he followed suit, face lighting up in a blush

"Another one," someone called out through the conversations.

"A more upbeat one this time," Michael Yew said and she nodded.

"I'm gonna take a second, I'll be back soon," she said, wrapping her jacket around herself before walking out towards the lake.

It was in eye distance of everyone else but she just needed some time by herself, she couldn't even bare to be near Luke anymore.

He watched her walk away and felt a sinking feeling in his gut. That's when he saw Selena and Lily walking over.

"You should talk to her," Lily said, fed up of two people who were clearly meant for each other ruining it all.

He folded his arms across his chest, "She doesn't want to talk to me,"

Selena scoffed, "You're right. But why should that stop you?" She questioned.

He took a second to think about it. She was right, he needed to just rip the bandaid off and make the first move.

Luke took a deep breath before he walked over and stood next to her.

She looked up at him before looking back down at the dirt floor. Just looking at him made the tears well up in her eyes.

"Can we talk?" He asked, voice shaky.

She nodded and he sat down next to her, both of them silent. They'd never had this big of a fight before and over what?

"Chiron will be mad if he sees us here alone," She muttered, gaze still laser focused on the floor.

He tilted his head in confusion, "Why? What does he think will happen?"

For the first time since he had arrived, she looked over at him, head cocked to the side, "You know what,"

It took him a second and then it clicked. He laughed at her comment and the sound made that little ball of fear in her stomach dissappear.

She laughed as well, for the first time since their argument. He watched in awe, it was always his favourite sound.

When the laughter died out, the awkward silence fell back over them, wiping away any confidence they had gained.

Luke leaned forward and that's when she noticed how close they were, shoulders brushing.

"I've missed you," he whispered, almost like he didn't want anyone else to hear it, only her, the recipient of his love.

"Yeah, me too," she stated.

She leaned even closer, staring into his dark eyes. She knew she had fallen for him and wouldn't be able to escape, not now, not when he was so close.

"You know, I didn't want to leave camp for college. I just needed something new," she admitted.

He smiled, "I'm not mad that you left, I've just missed you,"

She chuckled, "I've missed you so much. Nobody at NYU compares," she stated.

That's when that signature smirk came on his face, "Compares?" He questioned, curious about her remark.

"I have this friend, Holly, and she keeps trying to set me up with guys. She doesn't know why I say no after one date," she explained.

There was this feeling of jealous bubbling up in his chest but then he realised she had said no to them all.

"Why do you say no?" He questioned, that seed of pride growing in his heart.

He leaned closer as he said that, nose brushing against hers so that they could feel each others breaths on their faces.

She'd never been this close to Luke before. He had never looked at her like this.

"They're not you Luke," she admitted, finally, after so many years, "Nobody ever compared to you,"

He leaned just a little closer, nose nudging against hers. Her breath hitched in her chest as she realised what he was going to go.

That pride filled him up. She had chosen him over anyone else in the world and that was all he needed. She was his now.

"Des," he muttered.

She had only realised that her eyes had fluttered closed at that moment. She opened them again, looking into his eyes, "Yes?"

"I'm gonna kiss you," Luke said, voice seemingly lower than usual.

Daisy felt his hand come up and rest on her cheek and she nodded, "Okay,"

At her verbal confirmation, he leaned in those few inches and pressed his lips against hers.

It was soft and perfect and everything either of them had ever hoped it would be.

He pulled away after a second, "You're perfect," he muttered against her lips.

He could feel her grinning against him and that's when her hand came up, bunching up the collar of his camp shirt and pulling him in for another kiss.

His hand on her cheek moved to the back of her neck and the other to her waist, trying to pullher impossibly closer.

She was drowning in his kiss and couldn't understand why she hadn't done this a million times before.

Daisy didn't know how long they had been kissing for before they pulled apart for some much needed air.

"We should head back, they'll be worried," she said, feeling his lips press against her cheek, then her jaw.

He looked up at her and she thought she'd never forget that sight of his big wide eyes and kiss bitten lips, "I'm sure Selena will know exactly what we're up to,"

She laughed and he forgot all about their argument and just focused on the moment, of the joyful glee in her laugh

"Does this mean you'll go out with me?" He asked.

She shook her head, leaning in, "I've been waiting for you to ask Castellan," she stated. 

Daisy leaned in to kiss him again, missing the feeling of him against her already. God, she could get used to this.

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A bunch of shit list about mr Biff aka PoPr!BF

I need to write out stuff all in one place about my stupid versions of BF I'll make one for Beefer later on his own but I started Poly Propaganda first so I go in order

-This idiot is short. I don't care. He's 5'1 because I deserve to be taller than him. I think I made reference to him being like 5'5-5'6 in PoPr somewhere but that's retconned he's even smaller now. Fuck him in particular

-Look... I couldn't be bothered to write BF and GF constantly in my series so Biff's "name" in the series is Keith. I didn't want to call him boyfriend while also referring to him as GF's or Pico's boyfriend in the same paragraph and that's my reasoning

-Next level dumbass. Dumb and horny like base game BF except most of the horny happens Off Screen in the series SADSFDGFHGJ but he is stupid. Endearingly stupid

-Absolute menace. He will die on the hill of teasing someone even if it gets him killed, completely and totally worth it

-Loverboy... Oh this guy is such a loverboy it's so bad. So prone to being lovesick and constantly thinking about his partners that he's distracted from being a living person.

-I wouldn't necessarily say he's got depression properly but sometimes he just has. really bad days where he gets tired of everything and doesn't want to do anything other than lay in bed until it's the next day

-He does, however, have a fear of failure. He wants the people he cares about to be proud of him and can end up shutting down if he's presented with a scenario where they aren't and he thinks it's because he isn't good enough.

-This dude sleeps like a corpse. The fucking apocalypse could happen and the entire reinvention of civilization after and he'd wake up when it's done only thinking a few hours went by

-"Touch Starved" in the idea that his biggest love language is being physically affectionate and it translates to seeming like he's never had a hug before. He could've seen you an hour ago and he's going to hug you like it's been 7 years

-Proven to be "obsessed" with hearing the laughter of the people he loves. "Makes me happy to be able to hear that you're happy". Probably one of the reasons he might play into being stupid, if he gets laugh reactions out of it it's more than worth it.

-CANNOT FUCKING COOK FOR SHIT DON'T LET THIS MAN EVER TOUCH AN OVEN

-Hates his birthday. As a kid he never got the same "important" treatment from his classmates in school that they'd give to each other when it was someone's birthday, so he eventually learned that his birthday didn't matter. Acts like it never did, which makes his partners sad (They still celebrate it and remember it even if he doesn't)

-Hides his true singing voice behind his microphone, which had a mix of auto-tune and magic in it. Basically vacuums up his voice and auto-tunes it to that high-pitched beeping like base game before anyone gets to hear what he actually sounds like. He's not confident that his normal voice would be able to fit to any situation or beat like the auto-tune can.

-He's constantly flirty with his partners but holy fuck he canNOT take what he dishes out. His partners being flirty back stalls his brain and derails everything. Dumb becomes dumber

-Loooooves to be sung to. Would kill for 1 minute of his Pico singing to him. Would do anything for his GF to also do it. He's whipped.

-In context of RBGFverse, oh boy he's so attached to YS. He's got residual guilt over having reacted like a dick to him in the beginning because he's so important to him now. He's never had a sibling before and now he has a big brother and maybe he's too clingy about it but. He doesn't exactly know how else to act having no experience with it before

-Also suffers from RSD but nowhere near as bad as YS has

-In a brotherly way, it is ON SIGHT with Beef. Unspoken rule to annoy the fuck out of each other

-This hasn't been mentioned or referenced in PoPr itself yet but Biff is probably bigender. He just hasn't had time to really think about it because his thoughts are so full of his lovers and also having to do these damn ass rap battles

-Particularly sensitive nose when it comes to his GF's scented candle hoard. He cannot stand that shit he makes her keep them all in the kitchen LMFAO

-Wears a ring with dual pearls set in it, insists that those two pearls are Pico and GF. He has a weakness to sentiment... can be caught kissing the ring if he thinks no one is looking

-Likes being reminded the people he loves are alive. If you let him he will cuddle up to you and listen to your heartbeat for his own piece of mind

-Very easy to impress. He's got a lot of wonder in his heart for things he's never seen or heard before and if he thinks its cool he's basically going to get stars in his eyes over it. Tell him moreeee

-Seemingly shares the most "similarities" with YS (This may not always end up being a good thing when he's trying to be a menace to the big guy)

-As much as he is a menace, 99% of his actions can be traced back to a place of genuine care if you think about what he's doing for more than a second.

-Needs background noise to do a lot of things. Hates complete silence. Will have music on when he's doing tasks, and even when he goes to bed he prefers to be able to hear the cars driving by on the street below the apartment

-Paints his nails! Usually just black nail polish but if he's feeling particularly. Thinking about himself he might put the colors of the alt bigender flag on his nails just to, maybe try it out

Uhhhhhh I've probably forgotten a bunch of shit this is what I remember off the top of my head. Yeah. Thumbsup /silly

[apomaro-mellow]

Save the World with Rock and Roll and Love 6

Part 5

Hawkins was great. It was the best place in the world. Filled with nice people who understood them, just the sweetest. Why would they ever want to leave? It was all sunshine and rainbows in this town. And that was what they sung about. Sunshine, rainbows, and how much they loved the town they grew up in. How they never wanted to leave.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but your sound’s gotten worse!”, the stage manager shouted over the booing.

The boys of Corroded Coffin were in their own little world, playing their ditty. Not even the jeers of a dive bar audience could bring them down from this high. They were up in the clouds. But then the audience started to throw things. Eddie got beaned with a beer bottle. Gareth and Crash both got splashed by the same spray of someone else’s beer.

Jeff got a face full of half-eaten sandwich. They started coming to just as they were being dragged off stage and pushed them off.

“What the hell!?”

“Where are we?!”

“Where’s Steve?!!”

Disoriented to hell and back, they stumbled their way back to their shared apartment to try and recuperate and regroup. Jeff started cooking while they retraced their steps and realized what had happened to them.

“Son of a bitch drugged us again!”, Eddie shouted, holding his head in his hands.

Crash was rocking on the couch while Gareth paced back and forth. 

“Well what do we do? What are we gonna do? This is serious, he kidnapped Steve, you saw it”, Gareth said.

Eddie’s leg bounced and he looked down at the floor. “Why do we have to do anything?”

“Dude, what?”, Crash squeaked.

“You heard what I said”, Eddie blew a breath out. “Maybe this is the best for Steve. He’ll get to share his voice with the world.” He stood and went over to the window, staring out. “It’s what he’s always wanted.”

“You’re a goddamn idiot, Munson!”, Crash shouted, coming to his feet.

“Why’re we yelling at Eddie?”, Jeff asked, coming from the kitchen.

“He thinks we should give up on Steve”, Gareth said.

“What the hell!?”

“Steve doesn’t need this band, he never did!”, Eddie shouted back, turning to face his friends. ��Creel might be a first class creep, but he’s Steve’s ticket to the big time. And that’s what he deserves.”

“I can’t believe you!”, Crash pushed Eddie hard, making him fall backwards against the stereo, hitting play by accident. Steve's voice came through the speakers and Eddie felt the fog lift. At first, all he could process was his boyfriend's singing, the smooth way it sounded. But then he started to understand the vocals…

Oh, what will the signal be for your eyes to see me?

Watching offside as I wait just in case you need me

So I still will set the stage, send my thoughts to you

That was his love. His Stevie and he was singing about…it almost sounded like he was singing about him.

“Is he..singing about me?”, Eddie’s voice was soft and unsure.

“Always has been”, Jeff said.

Crash sighed. “You’re the only one who didn’t realize it.”

“Dumbass”, Gareth added.

On top of the stereo was a notebook, one that Steve wrote in but rarely let anyone look at. It had been left here, in the wake of everything. Eddie took the liberty of looking through it. It was filled with lyrics dripping with love and adoration. Some even accompanied by little doodles of the two of them.

Eddie felt like the biggest asshole in the world right now. All along, all this time... Steve's song, all of his songs were... He wiped the tears from his eyes and closed the notebook.

"We gotta go save him."

They left the apartment, determined, but Gareth was the one to pipe up and stop them in their tracks.

"So what's the plan?"

"Plan?", Eddie echoed. "We get to the venue and free Steve, that's the plan."

"He's literally being held captive by an evil warlock that's bested us twice", Gareth held up two fingers to prove his point.

“Okay, well, any bright ideas?”, Eddie urged, hands thrown in the air.

A cop car blipped past, coming to a stop down the street at the corner. All four of them watched as the officer got out to enter a convenience store.

“I got one”, Crash said.

[alaskan-wallflower]

hi hello i am a server at a restaurant by day and a kyle fan by night so i am more than happy to supply you with some waiter!kyle headcanons! warning: very VERY long and this isn’t even all of them

he would be one of the strongest servers in the restaurant. i can see him being really organized and having a system for everything. he’d be good with the hospitality part, dude never forgets to bring your side of ranch and water glasses never go empty. it takes a lot to overwhelm him.

however…on the rare occasions he is in the weeds…he’d sass the other staff and grumble under his breath. i don’t see his tables suffering because of this, he screams in the walk in before interacting with them. if he’s got a real bitchass customer, the sass comes out again. and then he screams in the walk in and complains to all his friends about it for the next week. that being said. he has had to be held back from confronting a guest by his coworkers once or twice after being stiffed.

i was a hostess for years so many thoughts here. if he gets triple sat or triple skipped he would be so nice and forgiving to the hostesses to their FACES, but be thinking in his head “how are you this fucking dumb”. if it keeps happening though he will say something, he wouldn’t yell and be a total dick about it but he would be a little condescending. for really good hosts and bussers he likes though, he tips them out extra because he’s just that generous. he would watch out for the young hostesses and make sure the creepy old men don’t bother them. he’d see that shit and immediately direct the old fart away from the underaged girl. and we love him for that.

never lets anyone borrow his fancy pilot g2 pens (same)

always looking dapper! he gels his hair for work cus it needs to be out of the way. and that apron has been washed, steamed, and pressed by mama broflovski herself baby

has beef with the bartender because one very busy saturday night he super sassed them for taking too long to make a drink only to realize he never actually rang it in…oops. bartender never forgave that one

took forever to learn how to pull a beer from the tap and honestly is still not very good at it (me)

refuses to clean any bodily fluids in any part of the restaurant, he’d quit his job first. don’t get paid enough for that (also me and you’d be surprised how often this is a problem)

master silverwear roller like he flys through that shit. mf always leaves exactly when he’s cut bc all his sidework is done already

if the line cooks give him shit he speaks to them in jersey and they’re like oh we didn’t know you were chill like that nvm

he’d have regulars that he just loves and adores and some regulars that he hates so much that he has forbade the hosts from ever putting them in his section

oh he’s a weekend shift hog, he thinks he deserves the busy shifts because he’s simply just a better server than the others so logically why wouldn’t he? smh

he usually likes it when the guys come to eat while he’s working and they goof off a little, but if those mfs show up on a busy weekend he’s like no god please no because they are like the biggest distractions ever. i would go on about how stan, kenny, and cartman would act while kyle’s working but i fear i’ve made this ask long enough as is

the dumbass smile in my face as i saw this in my inbox, i was SO looking forward to answering this one

i fucking love these ohmygosh-he’s such a bitch but in the best ways?? like he genuinely gets me sometimes-

he gets so damn sassy when things don’t go the way he intended-he’s never really snapped at people, he just makes small bites to the neck like ‘oh i didn’t realize that you were doing my job now for me’ and he would let out the most sarcastic ass laugh istg-i feel like he would be the kind of ‘busy bee’ worker where he absolutely loses track of time and is like ‘oh my break was a half hour ago fuck’

he probably tries to take all the night shifts because that’s just how he is. he’s a night owl and likes sleeping in ‘til noon.

but YES PLEASE-I would LOVE to read more of your headcanons like this!! i really don’t mind how long it gets-the more the better imo! i love reading stuff like this!! don’t feel nervous, i would LOVE to read some more!!

(he also sneaks leftovers out for kenny. i like to think those two get closer in their teens because kyle realizes how much kenny means to them all)

one i personally have is that cartman knows kyle’s schedule like the back of his hand and follows a routine in which he knows when all kyle’s breaks are. cartman will subtly fuck with kyle and make him miss all his breaks, usually including his lunch break. (if he’s working the morning, which he usually ends up doing, unlucky) he comes back later to laugh in kyle’s face because poor boy’s hungry and tired. makes some snide ass comment about how ‘oH kYlE tHaTs So ImProFeSsIoNaL oF yOu To YaWn MiDsEnTeNcE’ or he laughs because ‘aren’t you a waiter? your job is to bring out the food, not to want it, kahl’ dunno how the rest would play out. that’s just one i have-if you wanna add on tho i’d love to hear it!! :)

anyway. i’d love to hear any other headcanons you (or anyone else for that matter) may have! ^^

[nemtheanga]

I don’t have a tall blond dumbass (affectionate) to romance in Veilguard so you best bet that my Rook is gonna be a biggest dumbest blond Thedas has ever seen.

Grimnir, Rook to his friends (pretty much everyone), is always down for three things: a good drink, a good story, and a good fight. A Warden for the last 9 years, his cheerfulness is only sometimes a cover for some of the shit he’s seen. With the kind of face that people sorta just like to talk to, he’s usually the one that scouts in taverns and markets looking for information. Which is probably how he met Varric. Varric would be catnip to this man. Rook would take one look at him across a bar and decide on the spot this dude was his new best friend.

Harding he’d adore, probably more like a sibling but lbr all bets are off with this game, and Taash would delight him to no end given some of the wild shit she must have gotten up to.

I can see him finding Neve a bit too serious to start with until he gets into the swing of her personality, whilst he’s probably run into a few Crows and takes Lucanis’ single-minded work ethic in his stride, probably giving him some good natured needling from out of dagger range. Once he’s comfortable with them, and them with him, he wouldn’t think twice about tossing them over his shoulder to get them to stop working so hard.

Emmrich would be a bit intimidating at first but Rook’s endlessly curious about all sorts so he’s a good audience for well-intentioned infodumping and Manfred would just be the coolest thing in the world once he gets over the surprise of a walking skeleton that isn’t trying to kill him. Bellara would be the same—he’ll happily sit and clean his weapons or take notes for her as she pokes and prods at some new device or artefact they’d found.

Davrin would be a Buddy on sight. Sure, no small part of it is to do with the sense of Duty and Purpose amongst Wardens but they both have a love of adventure and revel in the thrill of a hunt. Rook’s got an unserious edge to him and I could see his tendency to deal with things through humour grating sometimes but they’re mostly coming at the same thing from two different angles.

I have no idea who he’d romance, like, I could see the potential in everyone. I’m leaning towards Lucanis at the moment because they fit the black cat/golden retriever vibe and I am absolutely consumed with the idea of Lucanis, finally exhausted enough to let his guard down, falling asleep on this absolute mountain of a man who now won’t move for several hours because holy shit.

Ultimately, though, someone like Varric is gonna know that you gotta set a trickster to catch a trickster and, as the resident Trickster Guy, I am gonna have so much fucking fun with Rook.

[vacantgodling]

1. What’s their love languages? and 19. How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other? for any of your oc ships :)

hello!! thank you for asking 💛 i’ll do this for amon and hya bc i miss these assholes

1. what’s their love languages?

this is so complicated only because having a love language implies that either of them are Direct about showing affection towards one another and that’s a trip LMAO.

if i had to pick: amon is probably, truly, acts of service. which makes him being a butler to hya doubly revealing, but the fact of the matter is—when he cares about someone he wants to CARE for them yknow what i mean. it’s the way that he can be honest with what he does even if he’ll lie in your face because he has to. his whole reasoning for being at the chateau in the first place is an “act of service” for everyone he cares about in the slums, like my guy just does shit for people because he loves them.

for hya it’s physical touch. in a similar vein, he can only be honest with his body (which is why these dumbasses work At All), and he doesn’t let ANYONEEEE touch him. fascinating then, that the one person he lets touch him is the one person he cares about more than anything. this honestly and especially applies to their sex life (because sex is how they come to start caring about one another) — like when i tell you hya has Zero interest in getting it on outside of amon i mean that shit So Hard actually. their dom/sub bdsm shit is just a complex way of both of them showing the other they care without admitting it aloud because they probably won’t ever lbr.

19. how do they silently and subtly express their love for each other?

dude that’s All their actual love language is. just silently showing each other they’re in love that they care. hya pays attention to amon and that’s literally the biggest act of affection for him. he’s a super vain and self centred person, so remembering which coffee or cigs amon likes, his measurements, actually listening to his advice and taking him seriously (most of the time even if he won’t admit it) — he’ll VALUING amon’s input at all… it all shows he’s fucking smitten it’s disgusting 💛

amon mainly loves to bother hya and he’s extremely fixated on him. in the complete opposite to him, he’s had a lot of physical relationships and is more personable, but no one really holds his attention bc they’re all “means to an end” for him. but hya fascinates him. similarly, he’ll remember things about hya, but he also is just. always seeking him out. he’ll go looking for hya, he wants to be next to him, be around him, is always standing closer than he needs to like a clingy dog. amon is also much wordier than hya and talkative, so he tends to disguise a lot of his care as teases because he fundamentally gets how hya works and meets where he is. he can’t outright say hey i care about you, but he can tease him about being heavy so he can prompt hya to leave a traumatic situation he just witnessed. he knows hya’s going out of his way to verbalize so he jokes with him but the underlying meaning is always, i see you, i understand you and that’s love baybeee

[crazy56u]

Happy Valentines Day, time for newspapers and jackass raisin-looking fuckers.

“Last time on Quantum Leap: Oh, I bet you thought we forgot about that chip subplot… Get fucked.”

And now the wolf is in the hen house, and odds are he ain’t fucking leaving.

Also, Ben wrote a letter; in unrelated news, Tom is pissed.

Hard cut to the 80s!

Cinematic parallels: Ian got an ominous phone call last week, Ben gets one today.

“Look, I could tell you more about the people who are gonna die, but because I hate you now- (CLICK!) (beeeeeeeeeeeeep)”

“God, where do I find you people?!” …the want ads?

Why does the guy Ben leapt into look like Jack Quaid?

Ben, you are doing swimmingly at acting normal today.

And the reporter is dismissing the fact Ben got an ominous phone call, and I vividly remember a car blowing up in the trailer for this episode, so, 5… 4… 3…

“Look, I’m Connie Davis, fuck your phone call.”

“This is the biggest story I’ve had in months.” And hard cut to Halloweentown.

“Steve, exactly how big is your pumpkin?” Big enough to topple the government?

I love how you can tell Connie wanted to die the second “Good gourd” was spoken.

“Now Steve, I know your viewers are dying to know- just like how your wife is probably literally dying, based on that cough-”

Meanwhile, the real 3 Ws: Waffles, wine, and Wednesday afternoon napping

“Okay, Steve said words, I wanna leave now.”

“There, I punched the camera, that’s how you know the battery died.”

“Look, Ben, you stopped a stroke, but car crashes are a little more unpredictable. Also, there’s this guy, Gideon-“

And I’m hoping to God the produces bought that number before someone tried to call it…

“Can we please focus on the leap, and not the subplots?”

My guess, Connie got fired for talking shit about Barbara Walters.

“And now she does-“ “Pumpkins.” Phrasing.

The more pumpkin puns she is forced to hear and say, the more Connie wants to die.

And cut to Newton’s shit ass cradle.

[Full disclosure: I am actively muting the parts of the episode involving Gideon. I have captions in, but still.]

“All I’m suing is blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.”

Just saying, Ben had three shots to indirectly erase Gideon from the plot, and I doubt this one’s gonna be the one.

“Look, sir, I’ve been kept in the dark, maybe let me in on this subplot?”

[And now I am actively glad I am muting Gideon; I can just tell he’s saying this bit of expo with a smug tone.]

Oh fuck you, I wrote “blah blah” because I didn’t have time for your bullshit, you don’t get to use “blah blah”.

…calling it now, whatever “needs” to happen, Magic is gonna take one for the team.

[Sound goes on.]

Meanwhile in the parking garage of doom.

Bean, you suck at the news.

…okay, I was joking, but is the parking garage haunted?

Fellas, you ever get cockblocked by an answering machine?

“Look, man, I know I have a gun and a ski mask, but you are freaking me the fuck out; why were you talking to a ghost?”

Dude, Ben doesn’t even know what the story is. Neither do we!

Game Theory: The guy actually forgot to check if his gun was loaded, and had to pivot at the last second.

“That’s right, I punched you in the face, I hope you learned something today.”

[“Okay, Ben blacked out, cue the title.”]

Stop telling Ben to drop a thing he knows shit all about.

…is it bad that I thought she was gonna dump whiskey on his wound?

“I think we have a story-” “A concussion.” A story-driven concussion.

BREAKING NEWS: Pumpkins are attacking people!

“Look, I had to make you look like a dumbass to save your ass.”

“What if this is the next Watergate? You know, I heard the real reason that got tipped off to the press was because a college professor snuck into the building so that this one student could say goodbye to her dad before he went to Vietnam! He even did a dance on the steps and talked to a ghost!”

“Rule one of doing work: See rule one.”

“Why are you always covered in blood, and do I keep thinking that’s low key hot?”

Ben, the universe can suck an egg.

“You’re the best leaper I know.” Meanwhile Elsewhere, Sam Beckett is seething.

“It was either being a journalist or being in the military, Ben.”

Ben 100% stole that whiteboard.

And now Ben and Addison have to figure out what the plot is.

“What do we know?” “Not much.” For example, throwing this out there, the date?

“A suit works at a company.” Mic drop.

It took mentioning a lawyer for us to get within the ballpark of the date this leap is happening on.

“There, I wrote ‘Lawyer’ big. Are closer to solving this leap?”

That fucking beast of a computer…

“Look, it’s an all-nighter, and I want a distraction from the Gideon subplot.”

Ben, no, you were doing so good, don’t get distracted by relationship shit!

I have a sinking suspicion that wasn’t all the coffee Ben drank…

Okay, so, technically Tom was the puppet.

“Look, I can do my job and be pissy about relationship bullshit.”

“I got a call at 3 in the morning telling me to burn Quantum Leap to the ground.” I swear to fucking God if that was an indirect way of saying NBC’s cancelling the show…

[No sooner did I type that, Tumblr tried eating this post, I ain’t taking any chances, part 2.]

[zumpietoo]

Umm....Okayyy...

Why do you object to this and why is it “worse” than MLK (both instances were horrifying...)? It actually sorta explains why they chose 1955 versus 1953.....

Is it because, LBR, you hate black people being focused on? And I do say this while thinking it IS kinda icky that Slizzy’s involved, but there it is....

No, it isn’t kettle-bullshit, but thanks for confirming yourself as a Cole-hater, too...

And, LBR, what Racist is REALLY pressed about here? That it turns out Tabi’s gonna have moar screen time. (and, again, stuff about black people).

OML....yes, Racist, reddit is such a reliable source....especially when it’s all, already been entirely disproven. Plus Cole and PP haven’t had many scenes together (and lots of those were split screen!) for over 2 years, dumbasses....and it’s WHY they cast a new LI for Jughead.....

Also, he’s the fucking NARRATOR and remains their biggest draw....so, nooo....but there wasn’t gonna be moar jizzy again, anyway....

Additionally,

A) cuz, yeah, Izzy, you’re ALWAYS right.....

B) he also is entitled, by contract and his civil rights to a harassment-free workplace, so, again, your argument is shit.

I mean, see above, you ignorant piece of trash. Plus, again, you’ve been wrong about everything now for over two seasons.

Ummm....dude, bullshit, you’ve been insisting you’d be getting everything you ever wanted, wrapped in a big fat bow, for the past two seasons. Additionally, OFC, why do you even want this? You hate Cole and have opted to make that crystal clear (and then some), so why do you want this? You don’t even like Jughead.

Is it cuz black lady and you hate Barfies? Cuz that’s all I’ve got....

I’m also laughing because while, yes, it IS possible there’s jizzy endgame in the last 2 minutes of the show, essentially offscreen, to boot....even that is looking increasingly unlike. And time was, you insisted that would be the worst ever.

Now sad crumbs at the end would be enough? Ummm....okayyyy....

Oh good lord.....while, yes, it’s clearly show promo (cuz duh), no it wasn’t “Cole ignoring his Pee Arr team”.....cuz why TF would he? Especially to do something kinda uncomfortable for himself, that he didn’t have to do?

OML.....where to even fucking start?

Ummm.....no, the writers don’t care what the actors want, now or ever....they also DGAF what YOU want....

Meanwhile, ummm....if the network didn’t want a full final season, they wouldn’t have ordered one. From BERLANTI....who would be the entity negotiating this (and seemed fine with their much moar popular show, The Flash, getting a much shorter final season)....and literally, again, every show on the CW is looking at the ax soon enough, because the entire network is essentially no moar/soon to be no moar....

And no, while the network retains final approval, it does NOT work that way, either....plus, again, there are other networks, etc....this anon’s ignorance is just utterly and spectacularly breathtaking.

Additionally, again.....Netflix pays for the show, they’re fine with it, etc....

And I thought RAS was gonna save the show from Babyman???

Errmm.....I think, again, the cast cares about working in a hostile environment/getting to sexually harass their targets. A LOT....and maybe peeps think that cuz it’s what the cast endlessly pretends?

Again....nope. Paley was fine, had the same attendance (a bit better, in fact) than other shows. Also, if it’s such lost shit, why are YOU here talking about it?

I always love your endless doom and gloom scenarios, as well....plus, my recent (and still not quite resolved) provider switching gives me some further insight, here:

It’s actually kinda a big pain in the ass now to watch the CW live....

USGOTV (or USTVNOW, whichever one is free) has shut down.....the other one wants $29 per month to have access to the CW’s live east coast stream...

Nobody wants to pay for DirecTV (stream) or Hughesnet, YoutubeTV (which I’ll be cancelling post free trial, for this express reason) doesn’t have agreements in all (or many) markets for live CW---so you’re stuck simply streaming the app the next day....which you can do for free, anyway. But doesn’t track for live ratings.

I’ll personally be switching to HuluLive, but they REALLY limit how many screens and locations you can watch from....

The other option I could gather is going waaayyyyy old skool and putting in an antenna (who knew?), but not really so wanting to do so...

(she has many other posts, but I shall pause with this for the moment....)

[witchyfoxelf]

[movie review] batman: bad blood (2016)

“you brought us all together because you understood our pain, our loneliness, better than anyone else could. we needed family. we needed you. you’re not just a mask. you’re a man. the best man i’ve ever known.”

this ruled before it had nunjas, and then it had nunjas.

ok, but let’s get my big complaint out of the way first. talia is just uncomplicatedly, one-dimensionally evil in this one, so that’s... not great. it kinda ruins her entire dynamic with bruce and with damian. not that i was a fan of either in the first place, but it feels like there’s so much connective tissue missing from where they left things to where they are in this movie. even some kind of frank acknowledgement after the fact of like “look, she was a sexual predator and an abuser, it sucks but of course this is where she ended up” would’ve helped a lot.

like, you kind of fucked up by not framing it this way all along? i know these movies aren’t typically willing to go into that kind of depth on these kinds of serious issues, which is fine. you get to decide what the scope of your story is. but if you’re not willing to really deal with this kind of stuff you can’t just halfway go there in order to be edgier or grittier or whatever. you either have to be willing to deal with it or you need to leave it out. what we end up with instead rushes to the mostly correct conclusion but doesn’t show your work at all, so it just ends up falling completely flat and not really saying anything, and that’s just kind of depressing.

oh, petty complaints department: batman telling batwoman “using a gun makes you just like them” when she was trying to save a dude from being tortured demonstrably does not??? but that’s not even where i’m going with this. no, my issue is that in this continuity batman has repeatedly used vehicle-mounted (likely high-caliber) guns and fucking missile launchers, so he can get all the way off his fucking high horse thank you ever so much.

whew.

so, yeah. i actually liked this movie? but my review might end up a bit lopsided in favor of the one or two things i really, really didn’t like. and that’s largely because by the very nature of what the movie wanted to be and what i wanted out of it, the things i liked about it were pretty superficial.

the heretic was a pretty interesting villain and figuring out his whole deal over the course of the movie only to have him carelessly tossed aside was actually a pretty effective way of establishing where talia was at these days. and while i still have all my abovementioned issues with it in terms of what it’s saying thematically, it’s been a minute since we had a good “talia is controlling everything from the shadows” story, so for pure entertainment value it really didn’t suck.

i’m a sucker for bat family stuff, as i’ve thoroughly demonstrated in these reviews. i’m less a fan of bruce being as much of a dumbass as he often has to be in these serious, gritty ones, but at least he has to explicitly to outgrow it in this one! getting to that final shot of the drastically expanded bat family gathering under the bat-signal ruled.

as for the members of said bat family, the guy calling the shots for a lot of this movie while bruce was missing was nightwing, and as the world’s foremost robin i/ nightwing simp, hell yes i loved this. it’s always interesting when dick has to temporarily take up the mantle of batman, whether it’s in a more traditional portrayal where he really respects bruce so filling his shoes weighs heavily on him for that reason, or in something like this where their relationship is more strained and dick wants out of his shadow but gets pulled back in. there’s just always a lot of great character work. add to that the fact that nightwing is way better at playing with others, and i honestly just love this portrayal. they crushed it. i cannot say enough about how much i like him in this one. it’s probably the single biggest thing that elevates this movie for me.

i don’t have as much to say about damian this time? he’s a nasty little brat, as usual. and it’s charming, as usual. and he’s doing his best, and he goes through a lot, and i’m so upset that a lot of people are so annoyed by him. protecc the goblin sidekick!

batwoman rules. i have no notes here. and her gayness is portrayed very frankly and just treated like as much a baked in part of her character as anyone else’s straightness. i fucking love her in this movie and we’d all be better off if her and dick were in charge instead of bruce.

batwing is… fine. i got a good laugh out of how blatantly he’s just… he’s just bat-iron man, guys. he has a suit-up scene that’s just straight out of iron man 1. he’s just… bat-iron man. it’s hilarious.

anyway, uh, yeah! a lot of this movie hinges on dick deciding to trust people and bruce being angy about it and dick being right, so, yeah. it rules. except the parts that don’t. but mostly it rules.

a-rank