#nasty pineapple pizza bitch

[athenasparrow]

I’ll make you laugh,

you’re a dedicated and precessional person irl, who is careful with other peoples feelings (and aware of those other pple) you do see the humour in certain situation a little quicker perhaps than others. when someone is nasty your comeback is a force to reckon with (I’m just guessing)

also you like pineapple on your pizza (or will hunt me down for insulting you - no middel ground)

Precessional? I don't know what the heck you mean by that! 😂 Doesn't that have something to do with the way planets spin?

I TRY to be careful of other people's feelings - sometimes I'm too blunt! I've definitely improved since my teenage years; I was a right bitch sometimes back then.

Yes to the humour! I will giggle over anything - especially myself! This definitely comes from the environment in which I grew up 🤣

LOL! I definitely enjoy a good comeback! But it's also pretty tricky to annoy me in the first place... HOW have you deduced this?! No nasty anon has ever come at me on Tumblr enough for me have fun with my response 🤣

Where are you travelling? I suddenly have the urge to join you bc NO I DO NOT LIKE PINEAPPLE IN MY PIZZA!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT AN UTTER MONSTROSITY! Pineapple belongs in smoothies and that is where I will be leaving it 😂

[pole-central]

back again bitches, how are ya’ll?? this one will be interesting since pizza is a very debated topic. otherwise, thats all. see you orange shit-heads on monday. 🫶🍊

[ethan-bears]

Foreshadowing is a hell of a drug

The Sharks making some controversial statements

[padawansuggest]

... I need to know. Are those raw frozen potatoes? Or did she cook them before freezing? Are they sliced? Or is she just gnawing away at a frozen lump of potatoe? .... it's 2 am and I need an answer, PLEASE!

Frozen French fries and tater tots are her faves but I wouldn’t put it past her to eat them raw… I kinda think she’s admitted to eating them raw before but I COULD be confusing that with my sister who also eats them raw.

Some lovely facts about us all that you guys should hate

Sis and gf both love pineapple on pizza (which I’m sorta blaze over but I’m allergic to most acidic fruits so I’m more on the side of no) but babe ordered pineapple and [ham] (I have been corrected, it was black olives) on creamy garlic pizza the other day and sis is calling for arms against her now. Lmao. They both gonna hate but I personally hate that because I dislike garlic. They both dislike stuffed crust and I’m personally offended at that.

You know how some people hate cilantro cause they have a genetic that makes it taste like soap? I love cilantro, but I have lavender, chamomile, hibiscus and walnuts all taste like soap gene. All of them fuckin rancid.

My sister shares that gene with me for walnuts, but!!!! She says she’s tried black walnuts before and they taste like not-soap!! (Can’t really say they taste normal cause to us our normal is that they taste like soap.) so. As always. The English are to blame. English walnuts that is. Anyways!!! We both eat banana nut muffins and pull the walnuts off the top (at least I do) but we LOVE them in the middle of the bread!!! It’s like this yummy yummy soap nugget in the delicious bread it’s so enticing and horrible.

Sis eats 100% dark chocolate. Babe caps herself at about 75-80% I think? I’m a 30-40% bitch and I’m not changing. 40% is my limit and even that’s a lil far for me. Horrible. If I wanted bitter I would drink chamomile. Or lavender. Or Hibiscus. Nasty.

My sister and I regularly fight over warm tomatoes. I think they shouldn’t exist. She does. I think they can be ALLOWED for marinara or OCCASIONALLY pizza, or maybe even some pastas (some!!!!! Not many!!!!) she’s out here putting them in soup. Barf city ew.

Sis and gf also fight at least once yearly over fudge recipes. While I PREFER sis’s, I have to admit, now days I’m a little bit more allergic to the family recipe. Like. A lot more allergic. It’s poison to me now. Sads. I’m still allergic to both but the GFs recipe can be tasted without death, BUT, I still don’t consider that a worthy reason to risk tummy ache, so, you feel me????

You don’t want to know what I put in my margarita. It’s just alcohol and lemon/lime juice. I’ve been told it’s rancid. I think it’s delicious.

Miralax is my favorite condiment.

I have chronically low blood pressure from some meds because of lack of salt and instead of adding more salt to my already low salt lifestyle (not a willing choice I just don’t eat much with added salt) I’ve just been licking beer salt by the mouthful.

Sis drinks Clamato beer I don’t know why god let’s her live.

90% of babe’s diet is sugar. I’m sure of it. Absolutely sure of it.

[vneuns]

im that person that can’t stand other peoples opinions if they contradict my own

(specifically on things i love)

like my friend said harry styles looks musty and how he wasn’t cute

and i’ve never wanted to drop kick a bitch so hard

and then had the NERVE to say Billie was ugly 🧍‍♀️

i’m one of her only friends she needs me /j

like i love pineapples on pizza (IF U DONT IDC.) but if people say it’s nasty and have tried it than to each their own

BUT WHEN PEOPLE SAY IT JUST BECAUSE THEY DONT THINK FRUIT BELONGS ON PIZZA 😤✋

[miraimisu]

You Got Mail or Room 404? owo

coming right up babe

Answers below the read more because this is annoyingly long I'm so sorry b! (Yes, I am answering to both)

You Got Mail: this is a Story of Seasons AU (Trio of Towns-based) I was really excited about at the time, but irl issues got in the way and I lost motivation by the time I was at chapter uhhh 15-20, somewhere in that ballpark.

The story is about Moon deciding to move out of her home and go against her family's wishes. She comes from a very strict line of lawyers and a very bossy mom who throws a fit at the thought of her daughter becoming a farmer, of all things, but Moon goes ahead and moves away with her little pet owl, which is very unrealistic BUT PET ROWLET IS TOO CUTE

Moon starts as a very preppy 'I don't want to get dirty' kind of girl who has to learn the consequences of her decision and embrace the tough life, while also meeting new people and making friends (and some enemies here and there). These friends include but are not limited to:

- Lillie, the doctor of the town, very friendly but also very quiet and shy

- Kukui, the Bro Uncle

- Gladion, obviously, a very grumpy postman, which sounds like an oxymoron, but it worked better than I expected jhfjdiks, he has His Reasons To Be a Postman and, like Lillie, he deals with family problems (Lusamine being a bitch AHEM). Cue to Moon and Gladion growing out of their stiff personas and evolving........ and falling in love ofc

- Hau as the cheery jack-of-all-trades, everyone's heartthrob and local sweetheart

- Guzma and Plumeria with their dwindling beach bar business because being rude to customers while having bomb smoothies is very counterproductive, WHO WOULDVE THUNK IT

- Hapu as the big sister and a very experienced farmer

- Other features I can't remember because I'm sleepy zzzzz

So the story goes over how Moon makes friends, kind of escapes the clutches of her ma trying to manipulate her into coming back and becomes a successful farmer. In hindsight, the story would make a lot more sense with Gladion as a protag, but Gladion as a farmer sounds so odd for some reason VHGBHDNJSK can't imagine him caring for animals and plants and all that stuff AHAHAHA

so that's all on that

Room 404: aaaah the fad that was this kdrama in my life, a very uncanny AU for me to tackle but it was FUN because it's SUPERNATURAL and I LOVE SUPERNATURAL THINGS

The story has spoilers for Hotel del Luna! just a warning

Moon was a warrior fighting in [no name] war, but she was caught by a deity trying to escape her crimes and was punished by being tied to this mystical tree that is linked to a place called Hotel del Luna. This hotel is where spirits/ghosts of the dead come to rest before they part to the afterlife, and here, they can ask for whatever they want: they can idk spend an entire week in the mountains or take revenge on those who killed them.

The hotel is made to fit whatever suits the wishes of the dead, and the employees of the hotel (including Moon, the boss of the facility) need to leave satisfied. They leave flowers that the hotel exchanges with the gods to get resources, but the hotel also gets money from the spirits if the occasion arises, especially when the spirits want someone to be eliminated, which often comes from Moon's hands as spirits cannot taint their hands, or else they'll reincarnate into sth nasty, e.g. a pineapple pizza or sth

By the time the story begins, Moon has been living for MILENIA. Her hotel is very prosperous and she's MONEY HUNGRY. The gods tied her to the tree, and she can only be freed from the tree and the hotel when the tree grows flowers and the flowers inevitably fall. The tree is a metaphor for Moon's heart, and when she grows as a person and has thus 'redeemed herself for her crimes by being a better person' (a kind of weird take on redeeming people but I liked it at the time), she can go on into the afterlife herself

so..... introduce Gladion, and more specifically, his family

Mohn and Lusamine are poor when the story starts, and Mohn dies one day in an accident. He wanders into the Hotel del Luna, which can be seen only by spirits (and more, but that's another story), and he stumbles with Moon's tree, which is very special to her and she Does Not Like Strangers Wandering in Her BUSINESS. He plucks a flower (placed there by the gods) from the tree to give to Lusamine, and Moon is very angry and confronts him. Moon wants to punish him by sending him to the afterlife directly, but Mohn pleads her not to as he has children to take care of.

Moon agrees to this so long as his oldest son comes to her when he's x age (I do not remember now, but iirc it's 20 years old). Moon sends him back to his body in the hospital and sends his family a very big sum of money so they can educate Gladion and be a better family. Thus, they become rich.

Fast-forward to uhhhh when Gladion is 20 years old, and he has been running away from Alola because he feared what Mohn told him about Moon. However, he ended up dismissing his worries and went back to Alola (great mistake) and filling in for a job in Lusamine's company. Meanwhile, Moon is seeking him out, and ends up meeting him and giving him the power to see ghosts. You know. How you flirt with people.

The story goes over how Gladion and Moon work together to satisfy the ghosts of many people. The employees include but are not limited to:

- Moon: the boss of the hotel. Very rich, loves clothes, good food, and is the epitome of Rich Bitch, but she has a kind heart inside. She regrets hiring Gladion as his manager because he's annoying, but she grows fond of him as time passes

- Gladion: the manager that is initially horrified by the ghosts (some can be pretty violent-looking, as they look EXACTLY as they did before they died) but then grows quite intrigued by them. He hates Moon's lifestyle and acts as a moral compass for her. He's trying to balance his work in Lusamine's company during the day (eventually quits) and his work in the hotel. Obvs eventually falls for her as she does for him (great decision 2)

- Ilima: the bartender of the hotel. Gives advice to ghosts and, most importantly, Gladion. Unlike in other reiterations of him in my past stories, he is NOT Moon's love interest and is not a cocky bastard. He's cocky, yes, but not an asshole. He is a spirit that Moon took in millennia ago. He, as well as the guest spirits of the hotel, has a wish to fulfill, and will not part to the afterlife until it's seen through.

- Acerola: works the entrance of the hotel and leads guests into the hotel proper. She died not very long ago, and works in the hotel because she has someone she needs to see again.

- Wicke: customer service of the hotel. By far the most mature person (ghost lol) in the hotel. She comforts ghosts, gives them food, and makes sure the service they receive is up to their tastes. She acts like a mom of sorts for Moon and is very much aware of not only the budding relationship between Moon and Gladion, but the tree growing and dying, which marks the growth and end of the hotel.

- Guzma: the bouncer of sorts for the hotel. He's a separate pseudo-deity on his own right: he leads people to the afterlife and works with conflictive spirits. He has a very hit-and-miss alliance with Moon and they don't always get along, but when they do, they work very well together.

Now, outside the hotel:

- Lusamine: the evident villain of the story with convoluted intentions. All you need to know is that 1. she knows of Moon's existence and is trying to find her and 2. she is rich and a scientist and EVIL

- Lillie: baby sister little girl cute girl I love her

- Hau: Lillie's boyfriend, another cutie

This is long enough so I won't say anything else, but does the story have a happy ending?

.... yesn't

and that's all I've gotta say about both AUs LMAO

[r-dankmemes]

people b like “you can’t say pineapple on pizza is bad if you haven’t tried it” bitch pineapple by itself is nasty mixing it with pure oil will not make it better

[greekowl87]

Angst 5 and/or 10 I’m craving some angst

“I can't believe you did this, how could you?” / “This, us, was a fucking mistake and I should have known the second things went further than planned.”

A/N: I love me some good, old-fashioned angsts. Diana fueled angsts are my bread and butter so I thought I would try my hand at it. Again. So set around ‘Two Sons.’ I suck at smut so sorry if it sounds dumb :( And I apologize for it sound rushed. No beta. I just wanted to get this idea out while it was in my head. @today-in-fic @suitablyaggrieved @improlificinsarcasm @baronessblixen

On the bottom of the world in winter sunlight, Mulder gambled and won the thousand to one odds. He had found Scully in the maze of an alien ship, given her the vaccine, and somehow, they still escaped with their lives. Except, when they arrived back in D.C., they still didn’t have their old office back. The events in Dallas resulted in them being relegated to the bullpen where they were stuck doing background checks.

Mulder was certain, that despite the dire situation, Scully would have been transferred to Quantico either by the higher-ups or of her own accord. But each day he dragged himself to the office, she was sitting right behind him in the bullpen performing endless background checks. And things remained glacial between them; cold and frigid and unlikely to change anytime soon.

But he sensed it; they both did. They wanted to change. Whatever was left unspoken in the hallway of his Alexandria apartment before that blasted bee ruined everything hung in the air between them. You don’t go around professing that the person is their one and five billion without meaning it. But the tension between was palpable.

This Monday was no different.

Scully was already at her desk that morning when Mulder came in. He smiled and offered her a paper bag proudly. “What is that?” She arched her eyebrow. “A peace offering?”

“Breakfast. I stopped by the bakery you like so much in Old Town and picked it up on my way in.”

She took it cautiously. “What do you want?”

“What makes you say that?”

“No catch.” 

She took the offered pastry wearily. “Thank you, Mulder.”

“I actually wanted to see if you wanted to come over tonight,” he said slowly.

“Why?”

Mulder sat in his chair and choose his next words carefully. “No reason. Maybe watch a movie, enjoy a six-pack of Shiner Bock…discuss what I told you in the hallway.” He looked down at his hands. “I want there to be an us,” he finished.

“Mulder, not here,” she whispered sharply. She averted her gaze to focus on her computer.

“Scully, come on. We both can’t dance around what happened.”

Mulder watched her body language as she sighed and barely nodded. “Tonight. Seven. I’ll be there.”

He recognized the need for her control; if she at least came to his place, she could also choose to escape back to her Georgetown apartment if she wanted. He would take it. “Sounds great. I could order takeout? Italian?”

“Just pizza, Mulder,” she whispered. “Pizza and beer.”

He smiled and turned his chair around. Victory.

*****

The morning progressed agonizingly. Neither Mulder nor Scully was able to break away from the phone and the endless background checks. By eleven Mulder wrote, ‘I’m going to get something from the vending machine. Want your usual?,’ on a post-it note. Scully nodded shortly and mouthed ‘Thank you.’ “No, ma’am. I would never insinuate that. It’s a regular question,” she said softly.

Mulder smiled. A trained medical doctor who could easily leave the FBI and pursue a career in medicine choose to stay and with him no less. She really was his one and five billion. He got up and padded his back pocket for his wallet. Scully slammed the phone down angrily. “Everything okay?”

“I don’t remember my own background checks being so nasty,” she told him. “The woman basically called me a bitch and hung up on me!”

“Well, forget about it. Do you want a Butterfinger instead of the M&Ms?”

“No. I get that stuck in my teeth. Milky Way?”

“You got it,” he laughed. “Be back.”

“Thank you, Mulder.”

He was truly blessed with her. As he made his way to the vending machine, debating what to get for himself, a soft voice called, “Fox!”

He stopped dead in his tracks. No one called him that except one: Diana. He turned and gave a feeble smile. “Hi, Diana.”

“What are doing down here?”

Mulder awkwardly gestured to the vending machine. “Grabbing something to eat for Scully and me. Doing those background checks is hard work.”

Something changed in her demeanor. Diana stood taller, straightening her back so that her chest (and breasts) jutted out slightly. Mulder took a step back automatically, unused to someone else sharing his space beside Scully. “Well, if you are free today, I was wondering if you wanted to catch up over your lunch break down in the cafeteria today?”

Mulder was quiet for a second briefly thinking about Scully. He wasn’t stupid; he knew there was some tension between his partner and ex-wife. But Diana could be trusted. She had been there at the beginning. He understood that. Scully’s suspicion was in the wrong place. “Um, give me fifteen minutes and I’ll meet you there.”

Diana smiled and squeezed his arm affectionately. “See you in fifteen.”

Mulder quickly got his wallet and bought Scully’s candy bar. He walked back to his desk and deposited the candy bar on her desk and grabbed his jacket. She arched an eyebrow in surprise and put her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone. “Where are you going?”

“Ran into an old friend that is only here for a day. Gonna have lunch with them.” One little white lie couldn’t hurt. “I’ll be back at one. Don’t worry, we’re still on for tonight.”

“Mushrooms and green peppers?”

“And pineapple for me.”

She wrinkled her nose with a smile. “Have fun.”

God, Scully could torture him with her little quirks.

*****

Despite the Milky Way Mulder had gifted her at 11 that morning, by noon, Scully’s stomach was grumbling. She eyed the clock as the bigger hand hovered at 12:02. She was entitled to her lunch break and didn’t have to worry about it since she no longer worked out in the field. Scully typed a few quick things out before she grabbed her card and headed down to the Hoover’s employee cafeteria. 

Her stomach continued to grumble and turn as she took the elevator to the first floor. Scully decided against her yogurt and bee pollen and wondered what healthy options she had. She checked the menu and decided on a Cobb salad before she proceeded into the line to get her lunch. Her mind was fluttering around the meeting with Mulder that evening. Were they going to finish that conversation? Her blood rushed with excitement.

As Scully went through the motions to purchase her Cobb salad, she clenched her lunch tray when she saw Mulder laughing with Diana.

Diana.

Scully prided herself in not trying to cast judgment, blame her Catholic upbringing. But she couldn’t help it. It was something about Diana that crawled under her skin. Then she saw Mulder laughing, grasping her hand as she leaned against his shoulder laughing too. Then there was the hand holding. What did it for her was the chaste kiss on the cheek that Diana did and Mulder didn’t stop it. Her blood crawled, growing icey. Suddenly, Scully’s appetite was lost and she dumped the contents of her lost lunch in the trash can wastefully. Scully wondered if she was dumping her lunch or her baggage regarding her potential relationship with Mulder.

*****

Mulder smiled at Scully as he came back from lunch. “Hey, Scully,” he greeted.

“Mulder.”

It was the change in her tone that caught him off guard. “Everything okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Sure?”

“Peachy, Mulder.” She looked up from her work. “I can’t make it tonight. My mom called. I’ll be in Bethesda tonight.”

Mulder did a double-take. “What about our plans?”

Scully didn’t look at him as she replied, “Maybe next time.”

Mulder sat down at his desk. What had gotten into her? “What about our plans?”

“I can’t tonight, Mulder. Maybe next time.”

Mulder frowned as she avoided him completely for the rest of the at.

*****

Scully’s apartment was her refuge. It was her domicile, her kingdom; it was all in her control. As soon as five o’clock hit, Scully quickly left and took the Metro back home to her apartment leaving a puzzled Mulder behind. As soon as she locked her door that evening, she dropped her briefcase by the door, kicked off her heels, and immediately went to their bedroom, changed into black leggings and an FBI gray sweatshirt and collapsed on her overstuffed couch and flipped it to HGTV. Let her be dissolved in fixing and flipping houses rather than fixing her relationship with Mulder.

*****

Mulder knew she took the Metro that day but instead of going straight home, he sat in his car, watching her apartment building before the light in her living room turned on. He downed a miniature he had gotten at a Virginia ABC store. Liquid courage. He took a deep breath, locked his car, and marched to her apartment door.

She pulled it open before he could knock.

“I saw your car,” she answered. She stood aside so he could enter. “What is it that you want?”

“I thought we had a date tonight.”

“We had no date,” she answered cooly.

Mulder scoffed accusingly. “I can’t believe you did this, how could you?”

“What on Earth are you talking about?”

She went to her fridge and dug out a bottle of white wine.

“So my mere presence drives you to drink?” He snapped.

“You’re being selfish. No. What I saw at lunch did it for me.”

Oh, Scully was ready to scorch and burn everything between them. “Lunch?”

“Diana.” She cast her typical questioning left eyebrow before pouring her own glass. “Want some?”

“Sure you won’t burn it?”

“Quit being an asshole.”

She pulled down a second glass and poured some wine into it as well. “I’m not.”

“You are.”

Mulder took the full glass wearily as sipped the pinot grigio. “You aren’t helping.”

“I’m mad.” She gestured between the glasses. “This doesn’t help but at this point, I’m sick of your shit and backtracking.”

“What the fuck, Scully,” he asked.

Mulder was still standing in the doorway with a glass of wine. He groaned and set it aside. He stormed toward her couch as she sat down and crossed her legs. Scully murmured, “What the fuck indeed.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

She sighed and pinched her brow. “This, us, was a fucking mistake and I should have known the second things went further than planned.”

“What further things?”

“Beer? Talking? The hallway?”

“You aren’t making sense.”

Scully stared at him, narrowed her eyes and huffed. “You fucking kissed her, Mulder. Don’t give me bullshit lines that I’m your one and five billion when you’re off kissing other women.” She set down the glass of wine on the table with a thud. “If you want there to be an us, Mulder then come clean with me.” She stood up. Even without her heels, she was a giant. “I will fight for us but I won’t do it unless you’re all in too.”

Mulder eyed the glass of wine enticingly. “Diana is my ex-wife.”

“She’s your what?”

Fuck it. He downed the wine in one gulp. It numbed him briefly against Scully’s verbal assault.

“And you didn’t think that was important to mention?”

“Scully…”

She was on her feet now, pacing like a shark. “Don’t.   Mulder, I’m pissed. You’re dragging me along for months, pretending that I’m the only thing that matters and then boom, out to lunch with your ex.”

Mulder found himself floundering, stuck in the moment. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to be honest with me, Mulder. What happened to trust no one???”

“I trust you,” he defended.

“Trusted. Past tense,” she shouted. 

Mulder was stunned. “Scully…”

“There is no us!” She continued. “You know I don’t trust her. I don’t like her but go around strutting with her.”

“Scully, she’s my ex-wife. She was there when I got the x-files.”

“And I was just assigned.” She scoffed. “I get it, Mulder. Loud and clear. You can leave.”

“I’m not leaving, Scully.”

“Mulder, leave. Please.”

“I’m not.” In frustration, Mulder stormed across her living room and grabbed her. He tried to use all his expertise to put his feeling into his body language. A kiss. They were both breathless. “I’m not leaving, Scully. There’s you and you only.”

Scully was dumbstruck. The power of their kiss paralyzed her. “How can I believe you?”

What followed was a hurricane of clothes being removed and six years of tensions being resolved. On her overstuffed couch with all the lights on, in Georgetown, of all places, The tv was playing something that seemed irrelevant to what had just perspired. Mulder coiled around her bare body and pulled her afghan closer. “I got to admit.” He kissed the back of her ear soothingly. “Your couch might be more comfortable than mine.”

“Hmm…” she hummed.

From literally tearing out their throats to post-coitus, neither could complain. “You know, I meant what I said in that hallway, Scully.”

She turned to face him and gripped him tightly. He felt himself tighten with pleasure (or was it fear?). “Say it.”

“Diana is the past. We’re the future.”

“Again.”

“Diana is the past. We’re the future.”

After a moment, Scully released him. He nuzzled her hair. “Satisfied?”

“I will be once we go to bed. I hate sleeping on this couch.”

“Even with the company?”

“The bed is better with the company.”

“Where does this leave us?”

“To be determined?”

“Better than a no.”

For the moment, all anger was forgotten and they could move forward, even if for a moment into her bedroom. And of course, the pizza was forgotten.

[gophergal]

I heard you like pineapple on pizza. While I can't say I like, we can at least work together to take down the people who put kiwi and banana on their pizzas.

Thank fuckin God! And people who put strawberries on it. Those bitches nasty.

Also(like with many things) I blame my mom, she's the one that would get Hawaiian pizza and my dad got mad if I picked stuff off of my food, so it's more toleration than like.

[springday-aus]

College!AU with BM [Matthew]

moodboard link

Group: KARD 

Member: BM / Kim Matthew

Genre: fluff, romance 

Type: Bulletpoint AU 

Word Count: 2k 

fun fact: college!Matthew is a psych major 

despite looking like a buff ass gym trainer 

like all psych majors, he was interested in the human mind and how it works 

it’s just so…. complicated... iT’S cOOL 

in high school, he was thinking about sports, like physical education because that’s… what he’s been good at…… 

but then one intro to psych class in junior year totally blew his mind away 

Matthew: “think about it…. we’re all so different from one another, but we’re all actually the same because of the way we all think” 

Taehyung: “bro, it’s literally 3am, I am tireD” 

for real though, he’s really excited about learning new things about how our minds work 

lowkey probably does social experiments on all of his friends once he learns about it 

(small things like taking off his hat first on purpose to see if anyone else does it too—he ain’t about to traumatize them like Little Albert) 

some of his friends think the whole psych major suits him because he likes to talk to other people 

but like he’s part of the rehabilitation psychology route…… 

…….. not the whole therapist counselor route lmao 

plus he doesn’t have the voice for it because we can all hear him before we see him 

anyways, he wants to help patients that are suffering disabilities that include the psychological impact of their problems

rehabilitation suits him though, because he cares about the wellbeing of others, physical and mental

basically Matthew is just a big ass softie and it shows 

other than the whole psych major thing, he’s actually part of the dance team 

he was gonna join some sport since he did it in high school 

but then he was like 

DANCE TEAM 

so there he is 

speaking of fitness, he goes to the gym often 

like…….. almost everyday 

if you ever need to find him, 9/10 times he’ll probably be at the gym 

all y’all knew this was coming: GYM SQUAD 

basically, he met some dudes who all like to go to the gym and now they’re friends—there’s even a group chat 

Matthew: bro, y’all got some big tiddies  Matthew: forget gym squad, we the Big Man Tiddie Team  Wonho: why do I feel that it’s directed at me  Matthew: <3 Seungcheol: istg Matthew just wanted a Wonho fan club  Hyunwoo: …… how do I leave a group chat?  Jungkook: I need new friends 

anyways

Matthew’s got a real frat boy aesthetic

‘cause like he’s friends with almost everyone and bro and dude are part of his main vocabulary

ironically enough, he ain’t an actual frat boy tho

he’s got this whole image on campus that makes him look like he’s some type of suave player who doesn’t care about anything but his bros

it’s probably due to the fact that he’s a big dude and that’s….. real intimidating

and also the backwards hat and… tank tops…..

he knows what people say about him…. and he just tries to ignore it

**cue Jiwoo ready to throw hands EVERYTIME**

but like….. that’s not him

again: he’s a big ass softie—he’s a big dude with a mushy inside

and it’s just a shame that only his friends know how genuine he is

he’s got this thing where he’s constantly supporting others and sometimes he forgets about himself

actually for a while now, he’s had some….. sleeping issues…..

it makes no sense because his physical health is like up

so it could be a mental health thing

but, for almost every night this week, he’s just been walking around campus from like midnight to around 4am

it’s actually how he meets you

he’s been doing random stuff since he hasn’t been able to sleep

like he’d go to the campus gym, walk around, hang around the open dining halls, or like walk around his dorm hall because he’s got nothing else to do

the thing is, you’ve been having some sleep issues too

it’s probably because of stress and all the assignments caught up with you and now you’ve found yourself lying in bed awake for hOURS

so you’ve been up and about during odd hours as well

one night, at like 2am, you decided to go down to the kitchen of your dorm hall

according to google, tea or milk is a good way to get some sleep

so you decide to get yourself a lil cup of tea and as you wait for the water to boil…….

someone……. just……... shows up………

….. it’s Matthew :))))))

and like despite how hot this dude was…….

you…….. were startled…….

not without good reason, because it’s like……. late at night and this mysterious dude shows up outta nowhere

you kinda thought were gonna die because he def looks like he could kill you

until…….. he just smiles at you

Matthew: “oh hi”

you: “....... hello…….”

Matthew being Matthew just chats you up because he likes talking to people: “can’t sleep either?”

you: “yeah, tea is supposed to help though”

Matthew: “maybe it’s just me because it didn’t work that well for me”

you: “well, maybe it’s the amount, size does come into play”

Matthew: “I guess size matters huh” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you: I barely know this man but why is he like this

so, that’s just kinda how it goes

y’all just continue talking and swap some secrets on how to get some goddamn sleep

and…... you think that’s it

like it’s just a one time thing…..

but then

the next night, you run into him again

except it’s like 4am

the tea didn’t work last time, so you head down to get some milk instead and….

you run into him again…….

and like…….. he all sweaty….. from the gym……

Matthew: “oh hey”

you, underneath your breath: what the fu c k

the same thing happens again and y’all have a nice conversation about your lives and all that stuff

you get to find out some pretty cool stuff like

how his friends call him BM

and that he’s in dance because he’s interested in music and rap

he also loves BoA

and he is a protester of pineapple on pizza

he gets to know you too

like your major and how you got into it

your hobbies and interests

and your friends all seem really cool

the more you two talk, the more he likes you

so this whole meeting up at the kitchen at odd hours became a thing

it didn’t happen like every time, but it happened rather frequently for like a few months or so

you did see him once on campus in broad daylight, but like

he didn’t see you

because ……. you kind of avoided him

like, what if this is just like a night kinda thing

Matthew is super chill, but like you know…. what if you got that wrong idea and stuff

anyways

one day… you just stop showing up

IT’S NOT BECAUSE YOU DON’T WANNA SEE HIM

it’s just that…… you really need actual sleep because you can’t keep barely functioning like this

so your friend is like, ever heard of melatonin?

and gives you these pills that really do the fucking trick

you slept for a literal day

like 24 hours

a full ass 24 hours

since then, you’ve had a decent sleep schedule

but it meant not seeing Matthew

you didn’t really think about it because he’s got a lot of friends

why would he care about some person he meets at night

that sounds wrong but y’all get the picture

here’s the thing though

he’s worried like

maybe you are getting the sleep you need and deserve, but like

he misses you

(even though it’s literally been like a week or two)

Somin: “looks like somebody’s got a crush~”

Matthew: “your point?”

so when he spots you on campus, he can’t help but to yell your name across the quad

….. and dramatically run to you to give you a hug

Matthew: “how’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in like a couple of weeks?”

you: “have you noticed that my eye bags have lightened?”

Matthew: “gimme your secrets”

and like…. Matthew’s friends are like, hello, we are here

they actually invite you out to go eat with them

so y’all go to the dining hall and end up there for like three hours

and Matthew walks back with you to your dorm room

Matthew: “so today was fun… but maybe…. we could go out on our own next time….?”

you: “...... like…… hang out???”

Matthew: “a date”

you: “o h… uM yEA H—I mean, sure, whatever’s cool bro”

he waits for you to go in and then when you’re sure he’s gone….

“I HAVE A DATE WITH A HOT ASS MAN. HOW THE F UC K.”

**cue your startled roommate**

after your first date, it all kinda pieced together

so…... first of all, gym dates

whether you’re for them or against them, you gonna get pulled in eventually

if you work out, y’all can work out together

couple exerciSES

if not, he gonna use you as gym equipment—kinda joking but not really because he can and WILL lift you

oH and because y’all have sleeping issues, you’ve been helping him out

y’all can actually sleep when you sleep together

noT LIKE THAT GET CHA NASTY ASS OUTTA THE GUTTER

(but lowkey sleep and sleep sleep, ya know ;)))

okay but actually he’s like a giant, warm heater—you’ve been able to sleep a bit more lately thanks to him

turns out Matthew’s a cuddler…… whether it’s sleep related or not

because Matthew’s real touchy

like no shame touchy

I’m talking arm around the waist or shoulder, hand-holding, lots of kisses all over your face, or just flat out hugging you from behind

you know… one of THOSE couples

Taehyung: “y’all look like penguins waddling in the cold”

Matthew: “penguins are cute, this is good”

you: “let’s just hold hands like normal people”

Jiwoo: “Matthew isn’t normal people”

I’m joking

but like, his friends all love you

because you make him really happy and take care of him

and vice versa, obviously

you’re always prepared to fight someone for him

some asswipe: “he’s probably just a fuckboy”

you: “AND YOU’RE IRRELEVANT YOU BIG PIECE OF SHIT SAY IT ONE MORE TIME ASSHO—”

Matthew, tosses you over his shoulder: “babe calm down”

you: “I REFUSE TO. THIS BITCH WANNA THROW HANDS. I’LL FUCKIN—”

………… yeah, Jiwoo and you get along real well

even though you have those fight instincts

he’s real protective of you 

he won’t hurt a fly until it does anything to harm you

anyways, it’s just a beautiful relationship

you can bet he’s bragging about you somewhere…. or everywhere……

Matthew: “my partner is the cutest”

Seungcheol: “....... and what does this have to do with the weights?”

Matthew: “it has everything to do with weights”

oh um, by the way, Big Man Tiddie Team

Matthew says he loves you but like……. you suspect Wonho is your competition

Wonho: “hi, it’s nice to finally meet you”

you, narrows eyes: goddamn it, I understand why now

I don’t know why, but I see him interpreting your dreams…. or at least attempting to

it might just be the whole psych major thing

ayyways, you probably are gonna get spammed with odd messages from Matthew at some point

but it’s cute—he’s like a child

Matthew: look at this dog  Matthew: can we get one  Matthew: SMOOTHIES  Matthew: I got these couple hoodies by accident  Matthew: I have an idea—you, me, road trip, beach  Matthew: this reminded me of you  Matthew: it’s cute Matthew: like you

even though you’re dating, he’s probably gonna use pick up lines on you 

especially the psych ones….. because he thinks they’re funny…….. 

Matthew: “can I buy you a shrink?” ;) 

Matthew: “wanna teach me about interpersonal relationships?” 

Matthew: “can I get your number in my Long Term memory?” 

Somin: “if you’re being held captive, send me a signal” 

it’s okay though because he’s cute 

y’all are cute 

you: “you know, I almost thought I dreamt you up because I haven’t slept properly in so long” 

Matthew: “I guess you can say, I’m the man of your dreams” 

you: “............... you’re lucky you’re hot”

[sweet-dreams-are-made-of-my-dick]

vergil in dmc 5: at last brother, finally we can meet once more and finish this figh- and why do you smell like vodka and depression

dante, sitting at his desk eating a pineapple pizza while wearing nothing but his 8 thousand dollar coat, a stained t shirt that hasn't been washed in 3 weeks, and pair of boxers that read "are you feeling nasty": listen bitch it's been a long 30 years and this probably the third time im about to kill you

[moonstruckbucky]

Once Upon an Us (2/?)

Summary: When your childhood best friend asks you to be her Maid of Honor in her wedding, you’re thrilled. When she confesses that your ex is the best man, you’re suddenly not so sure about this.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: A boatload of angst, some nasty words, Bucky and reader are both mean, fluff, and some good old smut

Notes: Appreciate the feedback, likes, and reblogs from chapter 1! Onto chapter 2!

Series Masterlist

chapter two.

You hated airports. The smell, the business of them, the fact that you felt dirtier and dirtier walking through one despite taking a shower earlier that morning. Logan Airport was no different, except walking out into the streets of Boston, suitcase trailing behind you, felt like taking a breath of fresh air. It felt like coming home. And in all actuality, you were home.

Nat and Steve were waiting for you just after baggage claim, and, in true Natasha fashion, she made a spectacle out of running to you and nearly knocking you off your feet.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” she squealed, releasing you only to smack your arm. You made a noise of indignance, which she ignored. “It’s been too damn long, you bitch!”

Laughing, you kissed her cheek with an obnoxious mwah. “Missed you too, gorgeous. Hey Steve!”

“Y/N,” he said with an adoring smile, stealing you from Nat to hug you tightly. “You look good. She’s right though, it’s been way too long.”

“Well, you know me. Workaholic,” you joked with a shrug. The knowing look Steve and Nat exchanged didn’t go unnoticed by you, but you opted to let it go. No doubt you’d get to rehash those lovely details later.

The ride to Steve and Nat’s beautiful Marblehead home was filled with endless chatter. Mostly it was courtesy of Nat, who filled you in on everything you’d missed since moving to the West Coast. Sam met a girl who didn’t mind his clinginess, Clint finally popped the question to his long-time girlfriend Laura, and Wanda and Vision moved in together. Everyone’s life was moving on all at once, and the thought of that, of everyone moving on without you, caused a dull ache in your heart.

You also took notice of the fact that Natasha purposely left out any mention of your ex in her list of your friends who had major life events happen. Heaven knew you weren’t about to open up that can of worms and ask.

Unfortunately, Nat could also read you like an open book, and she turned in her seat to raise a perfectly tweezed eyebrow at you.

“Not gonna ask about You-Know-Who?” she teased, though there was a serious note in her voice.

You pressed your lips into a thin line and shrugged. “I can if you want me to, but knowing you, if you had wanted me to know, you would’ve included him in that list of yours.”

She gave you a look, as if you were that transparent, and you sighed. “Fine. How is Bucky?”

“He’s good.”

You rolled your eyes and pinned her with an unamused look. “Really? That’s it? You pester me about asking after him and all you’ve got to say is ‘he’s good’?”

“S’not a lie,” she reminded with a shrug. But the chewing of her teeth on her bottom lip belied her nonchalance. “He’s...Bucky.”

You scoffed lightly. “So he hasn’t changed in six years. Good to know.”

“Y/N.”

“Natasha.”

“You promised you’d try!” she whined.

“Oh I will try,” you argued, crossing your arms. “But he better have made the same promise. Otherwise your wedding might be a funeral.”

It was relatively quiet for the rest of the ride, broken only by Nat tossing out brainstorming ideas for the wedding. The real work, you knew, would begin once you were settled in their guest bedroom.

Nat didn’t disappoint, as almost as soon as your suitcase for the next week had been unpacked and shoved under the guest bed she dropped a heavy box onto the bed beside you.

“Jesus, Nat,” you exclaimed as you sat up. You flipped the lid on the box, revealing the piles of photos, notebooks, wedding invitation ideas, and who knew what else inside. “Wedding fever much?”

“Hey, a girl only gets married once,” she argued. At your raised eyebrows she added, “Usually. Besides, you know I’ve been planning for this my whole life.”

She was correct. Despite her sometimes surly appearance, a term you lovingly reminded her was a “resting bitch face”, Nat was a hopeless romantic at heart. From the age of 10 she’d been planning her dream wedding, and while her ideas changed as she got older from an elegant princess wedding to something a little more conservative and intimate, her obsession with weddings never wavered.

Thus, she accumulated quite a lot of wedding shit over the years.

Nat sat on the bed, the box between you, and began digging through it. She dumped a stack of magazines onto the bedspread, followed by a folder titled “Invitation Ideas”, and finally settled on her homemade scrapbook. You smiled a little at the memory of designing it with her. Printing out wedding dress inspiration, hairstyles, makeup ideas. It was all contained in that scrapbook, which Nat opened with a flourish.

“Remember when we first started this thing and we both wanted to have a joint wedding?” she teased, a sparkle in her eye. You rolled your eyes and nodded.

“Yeah. And then they came out with that movie Bride Wars and we promptly decided a joint wedding was a terrible idea.” The two of you laughed, the memory replaying clear as day in your mind’s eye.

“Oh dear, where was my mind when I printed this atrocity out?” Her manicured finger pointed to a photo of a dress with a mile-wide poofy skirt.

“I think you recently tried to channel your Little Mermaid. Isn’t that kind of the style she wore?” you said with a giggle.

Nat groaned. “Probably. God, I hated that stage.”

“Au contraire, I think you loved it.” She scrunched her nose and you laughed again. “Okay, okay, I think first things first, the invitations. Have you thought about how many people?”

“Not too big. Maybe fifty at the most. I like the smaller weddings now.”

“Wow, you really have grown up.” You faked wiping a tear from your eye, cackling when Nat pressed her hand to your face and pushed you backwards.

“Hey, you guys sound like you’re having way too much fun in here,” came Steve’s voice as he poked his head into the doorway. You and Nat traded a look and scoffed, giggling right after. Rolling his eyes, Steve shoved his hands in his pockets. “I ordered a couple pizzas. Figured it was better than cooking. You’ll get a first-class meal tomorrow night, okay?”

“Gonna hold you to that, Rogers,” you threatened, pointing a finger at him.

“Have I ever disappointed you?”

“Hmm. No. Not yet.”

“Well then, don’t count on it happening ever.”

“Uh huh. Okay, I’m starving. Why don’t we take these invitation samples and go discuss this with your future husband, yeah? That way I can make sure Steve keeps his filthy mitts off my pineapple pizza.”

Chapter One / Chapter Three

[xylune]

Fuck salted caramel. I want my REAL caramel back. Quit forcing that nasty toe fungus version on me. It was fine until it became the mandatory version everywhere, but now I can’t get a simple caramel late without the motherfucking SALT in it. FUCK THAT.

It’s like being forced to eat pineapple or anchovies on pizza, when all I want is an ordinary favorite without fucked up conflicting sweet blended with savory or too much salt.

Also I’m trying to avoid salt unless it’s the Himalayan variety, and I’m salty--ha ha--about one of my favorite occasional sweets being destroyed by another example America’s godawful fucked up taste bud crazes. You want peanut butter on cheese? Fine. You want soggy pineapple drenched pizza? Your choice. I resent having my choice to enjoy sweet and salty separately taken from me though. Sucks that I now have to figure out how to make my own caramel to avoid the ridiculous salt craze.

And why oh why is it nearly impossible to find hard candy anymore? Everything is gummy. Gummy bears used to be a unique treat but now virtually all fruity candy is chewy. Trying to quit smoking is a bitch and working with dogs makes lolly pops a very risky, impractical option. Thank the gods Jolly Rancher still puts out hard candies.

[rydcrs]

ben @robinsaidgayrights callout post

this is for ben u big white nasty smelling fat bitch why u try to start discourse over my pineapple on pizza with ur trifling dirty white ass u bitch oompa loompa body ass bitch

[sclfmastery]

Your opinion on pineapple pizza!

     “I’m a nasty bitch who adores it.” 

[wishingforatypewriter]

//cracks knuckles// A chance to learn more about the Next Gen? Okay, here we go ((I hope it's not too much ;w; But I am really interested): 2,4,27,29,36,38 for Sumire; 19, 21,23,26,27,40 for Yuna; 10, 31,32,32 for Maria; 7,8,18,30,41,43,44,45 for Akane

Thanks for the ask! These are all great questions!

Mimasaka Sumire 

2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

It’s not a formal collection, but Sumire has a considerable arsenal of scented candles. She always organizes them by scent, brand, color, and name.

4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

Very, very preppy! Flats and cardigans are her religion. 

27. What kind of childhood did your character have?

She had a relatively pleasant childhood. Her parents were both kind of odd, but they tried to make sure they raised her normally (by doing an unreal amount of research); the end result was her love of romance dramas and designer bags. 

Her mom passes away when she’s in her early teens and it’s really hard for her to adjust. She would have ended up leaving school if her friends weren’t there for her. 

29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?

“Brevity is the soul of wit” –William Shakespeare

36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

What Sumire really wants, especially after her mother’s death, is to be able to fully control her life. This is part of why her preference for knowing a lot turns into a mild obsession with information. She has files on all her “notable” classmates at Totsuki, their strengths, weaknesses, secrets. 

She’d be willing to break the law—well, only some laws—in order to find out what she needs to know in order to get the upper hand. 

38. What would your character do with a million dollars? 

She’d buy her dad a house to retire in, then she’d buy herself condo in Hong Kong and spend what’s left over on designer shoes. 

Mauri Yuna

19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?

Yuna mostly listens to pop. One of her favorite songs would be “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran 

21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?

One of Yuna’s problems as a young person is that all her her life she’s been friends with really popular kids and/or, but she’s never really been one of them. Because of this, she feels like she’s a burden to a lot of her friends because they always have to protect her or fight her battles. 

Her pet peeve is when people are mean for sport. She finds that kind of thing really catty and annoying. 

23. What is a random fact about your OC? 

Not counting cooking practicum classes, Yuna has the highest academic GPA in the 119th generation. 

26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them that still has an impact and why?

The most important person in Yuna’s life is her younger sister, Ami. Yuna cares so much about her sister, and she wants to look out for her, but it’s difficult because they’re nothing alike. 

The least important person who still has an impact is Isabella Mito-Aldini. Because she’s related to Maria, involved with Sosuke, and one of Ami’s mentors, Yuna sees and hears about this frustrating person WAY more than she’d like.

27. What kind of childhood did your character have?

Yuna’s childhood was a little bit challenging. She was always quiet and reserved as a child and people kind of walked all over her because of it. Sosuke always stuck up for her when they were in elementary school, but it was impossible for him to see everything. Also, she never felt particularly close to her mom—especially after Ami was born. 

40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

Yuna is probably going out to the movies with Maria. She’s wearing jeans and sneakers and her usual hair ribbons. 

Maria Aldini

10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

Hmm…Maria’s generally a good girl, but her deadly sin would probably be lust. She could never understand why Isabella entertained so many boys, but then she met Raiden and shit got real! Megumi definitely walked in on them making out in Tuscany that first summer they met, and even after they get back to Totsuki she has to stop herself from crossing the line. 

Later on, Isshiki Kesuke puts her through the ringer too. 

31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?

Her most traumatic memory is seeing her grandmother collapse in her ryokan when she was eleven. She was really scared, and because of that event Maria always gets worried when people in her life are overworking themselves. 

Her favorite childhood memory is taking ice skating lessons with Isabella when they were five. Maria was kind of bad at it (she was too scared to fall and kept holding on to the edge of the rink) but she remembers how her cousin could already land jumps and do spins. Takumi would always take the two of them for hot chocolate and dessert afterwards and praise Maria a lot even when all she did was fall. 

32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

If Maria could have one thing while she’s in high school, she’d probably abolish the Elite Ten Council. However, in general, she’d probably want a never-ending supply of dark chocolate. 

Hayama Akane

7. What element would your OC be?

I think she would be air. 

8. What is your OC’s theme song? 

“Flawless” by Beyonce

18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

Akane’s greatest fear is that she would be the reason her family falls apart. Things got really tense between her parents and her maternal grandparents when she announced that she wanted to go to art school instead of Totsuki. The Aratos were not happy with that decision, and she overheard a really nasty argument about it that made her feel like if she didn’t just suck it up and go to Totsuki, the damage would be irreparable. 

If we’re talking about weaknesses, Raiden is probably a huge one! Even after she’s basically running her own faction at Totsuki, it’s still her instinct to acquiesce to whatever he wants. She’s trying to work through it, though. Also, while she keeps her composure really well in public, she doesn’t handle stress well at all. When it gets really bad, she occasionally has panic attacks (but only Erik and Sumire know this about her). 

Her biggest strength is her dedication and focus. Once she has a goal, she won’t stop working until she’s achieved it. She’s also very creative and good with developing strategies. 

30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

Not particularly. Her mentor, Mizuhara Himari, put it in her head that love is a hindrance for high-achieving women. She’s not adamant about never getting married, but it isn’t a priority for her at all. 

However, she’s always enjoyed being a mentor to younger girls (e.g. Nakiri Sofia, Marui Ami)  and she wants to have a daughter of her own some day. 

41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?

Ahh. This is probably Akane’s worst habit, but when she’s upset about something she tends to take it out on people who aren’t the real cause of her stress. Case in point, when she’s losing her mind over the idea of Maria x Raiden, she ends up getting into a lot more shokugekis and taking over a lot more academy real estate than she normally would. 

43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said?

Hmm…she doesn’t say a lot of mean things outright (she’s the type of person who throws shade and makes passive-aggressive comments). However, she does—on one isolated occasion—refer to Maria as a “manipulative bitch in sheep’s clothing.” 

44. How does your character react/ accept criticism?

It depends on who’s giving the criticism. She’s very receptive to feedback from people she respects or sees as more experienced. She actually begged Tsukasa Eishi to give her more constructive criticism during her stagiaire. 

However, she will not tolerate disrespect from anyone who isn’t on her level or higher. 

45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?

She would eat it as long as it smelled good, tbh. If she going to have fruit on her pizza, she would prefer for it to be a gorgonzola and pear type of situation, but she can live with pineapple.