#never gonna write it but it would be so funny

[grendil5]

I always wondered why they went so hard with this sort of shit, like you see them singing these sweet little 50s earworms and they look like they're gonna kill somebody.

Every popular singer is a golem, and back then they were schooled at what they were doing. They were commanded, joyfully, by their masters, to hurt you. The music is the magic. The music is how they color a generation of Christians and lure them away from God. Who would have thought that "Insane Christian Fundamentalists" were always correct?

But you're probably thinking "Wow I've heard this before, more dumb, insane reactionary Christian slop thinking". You and I were both programmed to think that by deranged Christian interviewees in cop show interrogation rooms and funny street-interview gotcha videos from your youth.

But get this: You still have creep by radiohead, or whatever metal lyrics, drilled into your skull from back when you were young. You don't even remember what you had for breakfast yesterday, but you can bring that up on the fly whenever you want, and you'll still be able to do so at 95 years old. So did it ever occur to you that it's poisonous, injurious. That the lyrics were intentionally poisoned with evil and hatred and malice and despair and death? That it became the soundtrack of your life? That it plays on loop in your subconscious from birth to death, sleeping and awake? That it colors you?

You have your songs, you can recall and sing them right right now swiftly and easily, do you think that's good? That their lyics are all cruel and insane?

Do you really think the two Skeksis who wrote all of the lyrics to every single memorable song in music history don't know this? Their golems don't write their own music. Golems can't daydream, they have no connection to God or Satan. Skeksis write that music to hurt you and still do. The same writers who write for Britney Spears write for Metallica, all the lyrics are made to torture you and ostracize you and make you feel like fucking garbage. And draw you away from Jesus Christ by any means necessary, to bask in the agony and emotion when Christ is right there, to feel the pain and the revenge and the power and the movement.

You probably thought it was harmless, that it was just life, another delicious flavor, but you're wrong. You'll never feel what those songs made you feel again, you'll never visualize like you did in your youth, and now because of those intense mind-recasting daydreams, those lyrics are a part of you forever. You are afflicted, the creature in the above photograph is a golem afflicting the goy prey. Tearing them from Christ. That's why the silly hula surf bops from every golem band had golems going absolutely insane on stage, in their daydreamless minds-eye, they were attacking you! Attacking us!

This "music magic" has another side as well, it's the reason dogshit slop Christian music is handcrafted by Golems to be as repulsive as possible to you and everyone else with ears. There's a reason it sounds like the lead singers of every single Christian Rock band (literally without exception) are constantly on the verge of bursting into laughter. Laughter at you. Because that's the most difficult and annoying kind of singing to listen to. There is no kind of singing more impossible to listen to than the "smiling at you" kind. It's intentional. Again to push you from Jesus Christ. You will not find popular Christian music with singers who sing any other kind of way. They do not exist. It is mockery-music.

[inubaki]

It fucking figures this is how he would wind up.

Festering hungar was a feeling Adam had never expected to feel after the abundance he’s known. From the shade of Eden’s doors, the wastes were torturous days full of putrid smoldering daylight and horrid freezes by night. Food was scarce and hardly recognizable from the healthy flourish that he had known before. How all resembled more of hollowed husks of themselves, just as starved of life as he was becoming. Yet still all he scavenged. Enduring the heat and cold over harsh terrain. All for Eve and her unborn child. From what wretched parent it stemmed from Adam cared not, nor did he entertain Eve’s childish whimsies of calling it his. Nor did he label her as wife since the moment of her adultery. But still he fed her. It was all he could think to do. Eventually, his meager findings were not enough for either of them. And the Adam didn’t have to be the genius Lilith had been to see the writing on the wall. Berries, nuts and roots could not sustain them no matter how often cut back on his own share. Another source of food had to be acquired, especially if the baby was to survive.

It was Eve whom made him the spear. Smiling as stupid and as loving as she had been when offering Adam the apple. Reeking of sex while others watched their spreading damnation from afar. It was just another tool in breaking him of his second most sacred of duties. To murder and feast upon the flesh of the same beasts he had once named and cared for. And just like the apple, it fucking figured he would punished for this too.

Because, of fucking course, it had to have come from a lion that brought his end. From his favorite beast’s weight and ferocity that snapped his spine in seconds with only one lucky pounce. Being able to feel and do nothing but watch as it tore through the softness of his skin to spill his guts into the open air. Exposing Adam to how much a human could bleed. He only wished he could laugh.

“Oh my, oh my, oh my. I must confess, I did not expect you this quickly”

A voice, deceivingly deep, yet smooth. A laugh disturbingly familiar, but Adam could not turn to see. Only hear a soft stepping of grass, barely audible over the sound of ripping meat. A sharp blow of a whistle followed as Adam felt a shadow fall over him.

“Not gonna lie… ya don’t look to hot, old buddy! Don’t stand up on my behalf! No need to be formal! We’re friends after all”.

Adam wished the beast ate him faster. Not even able to roll his eyes was pure torture. His ‘so-called friend’ leaned over with a grin. The sharpened fangs taunting him on the familiar face Adam had seen smeared with Lilith’s and Eve’s cum. Lucifer Morningstar now bore the colors to match the flames that engulfed him. Emanating an unnatural heat with the reeking scent of something as dead as Adam felt he should be.

“Not much to say? Ahhh! Don’t be like that. You had to admit it was funny! Lilith wanted nothing to do with you as a man, yet the moment they made a woman replica of yourself she’s ALL over it!” he laughed heartily, the sound staining Adam’s ear even as Lucifer left his line of sight.

The lion began to drag Adam, apparently eager to take what was rest of him to its lair. The first man could hear those lightened footsteps following, Lucifer trailing behind without losing a beat of his worthless chatter. How was he still alive? Adam couldn’t feel it as much as sensed himself being dragged through a field of his own gore. Lucifer even coming within sight as he being picked up a bloody piece and began tossing it ideally between his blackened palms.

“Doesn’t feel the same…” Lucifer said, eyeing the useless organ with a pout. Adam’s mangled heart made a sickening wet sound each time it slapped between hands. Hardly enough to even juggle. “Not like the real thing ya know. Love and hearts. Lilith liked to compare them as a source of feeling. Inspiring love. But I think you and I both know it’s more of the head that compels that”.

As casually as one would picking a flower, Lucifer tossed the heart and reached with hands ‘longer and sharper then Adam remembered, wards him dispute the lion’s continued tugging. And suddenly all in Adam’s vision went shaky before going still under the gurgling wet sound of meat. Followed by the sound of a sharp snap as one would make stepping in a tree branch. “Love has always been in the mind of the beholder ”. Lucifer lifted Adam’s head to level their eyes. And for the first time, Adam could see the full effects of Hell on Heaven’s most damned. “Must be why we can see it in the eyes. And Adam… Yours have always been prettiest.” Lucifer made a play sound as he tapped Adam on the nose. “And that I can not share-��� “So let’s try this again…. How about deal…”

Adam thought of the spear Eve had handed to him and wondered how she had made it.

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How Eve became the world’s first witch. Naïvely sacrificing Adam in hopes of giving Adam a better life. For Lucifer; all of value can be measured and traded. All for the exception of Adam. Lilith is just going to have to deal with it. And Heaven is going to be have to deal with being awful, neglectful over lookers. Adam is only ever going to have Lucifer’s children as decided by the Angel long ago.

I tried to beta read. But it’s cold and I’m lazy. sorry it sucks but it’s to be expected.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi bubbles! Absolutely love your st fics, can you write a little something about how they would react/take care of reader who's in (some) pain of some sort? (no pressure you can just ignore this)❤️❤️❤️

Hello, gorgeous. Thank you for being a part of our crew. 🫧✨ I will base it on my migraines

Vessel

Would hate it just like they all would. Seeing a person you love in pain is never easy. He tries to ensure that you find comfort in the smallest ways. “What else can I do?”, he would ask softly after running through the whole usual routine. Wanting to know that he was doing it all. “Just lay with me”, you would mutter, pulling the side of the blanket up. Vessel wouldn’t hesitate even for a moment, carefully climbing behind you.

“Should I give you a shoulder massage? Might help relieve the pain slightly?”, he asks making you hum. Slowly helping you sit down before your back is pressed against his chest. He lets you lean on him like that for a bit. Not wanting to disturb your comfortable position. Slowly reaching up to brush his fingers down the back of your neck. A light hiss slips past your lips, “That’s the spot huh”, he asks repeating the motion.

ii

Ever since you told him he had the meds you usually use on him all the time. Aware that not everything worked and that you had been a victim of forgetting your medication, ii now made sure that never happened again.

You’re driving home after having dinner with the boys. Leaving early since the sharp pain had made me practically cry out in pain. ii had watched you trying to play it down. “I can stay for a couple more hours, love”, you had promised him, cupping his cheek lovingly. “We’re going home”, and it wasn’t a suggestion. It was a statement.

He had pulled out the already premixed packet with his teeth before handing it to you. Sneaking glance your way as he drove. Hand on your thigh, in hopes of soothing you. Your own wrapped over his, nails digging into his skin. “How are you holding up?”, ii asked glancing your way. You had been breathing way too shallow for ii’s liking. “Pull over”, you whimpered. Taking ii by surprise as he went full alert mode, “What?,” “Pull over ii”,’ and you’re already grabbing for the handle, he’s messily turning right, before you lean over, gagging.

“Not bad my ass”, ii grunt, leaning over to grab a water bottle from the back, before undoing your seatbelt. “Try to breathe”, his fingers brush over your back before he moves over to hand you the water. You pull up trembling slightly, “I will puke if I drink that”, you push at the bottle, leaning your head against the seat. “Breathe for some time and we will try”, he suggests, heart breaking watching you like this.

iii

He notices the smallest of changes. Especially if it’s a pattern-based pain like a migraine. He sees you blinking differently. The burning irritating your eyes. “Do you feel a migraine coming?”, he would ask softly, instantly lowering the sound of the TV. “Probably… been feeling so weird all day”, you grunt, putting pressure on your temples. “Should have told me”, iii huffed standing up.

“Did you drink your water?”, he shoots you a look that’s met with your guilty eyes, “I just got so busy at the office today”. “You’re lucky that you’re cute or I would be whipping your ass”, he shakes his head before disappearing into the kitchen. Not even moments later, iii is walking back, hands full.

“Onto your back you go”, he missions before, handing you a cold cap. “Yes, doctor iii”, you muse, following his lead. “Very funny”, iii shoots you thine smile, “I want this empty in 20 min”, “iii, I can’t drink all of that”, you whine at the sight of a 1l cup. “Humor me. Down that then a cracker then painkillers”, he sits on the edge of the sofa, hand instantly drawing circles onto your thighs. “Are you gonna watch me drink?”, you ask after a moment of him just looking at you. “That’s exactly what’s going to happen”, he shrugs, making you let out a slight chuckle.

Ivy

The dim lights are a dead giveaway of what has finally caught up to you. So he’s trying to be as quiet as possible as he moves across your shared apartment, only to find you with your head against the toilet bowl. “Hun”, he sighs, “you should have called”, kneeling beside you, Ivy pushes a strand of hair away from your pale face. Your eyes barely open as you look up at him. “Did you get sick?”, he asks watching as you slowly shake your head.

“Do I want to know how long you have been sitting here like this?”, he moves over as you once again shake your head. “I will lift you, okay?” You don’t answer him, simply reaching one hand to him before slumping into his chest. “I’ve got you now”, he breathes against your forehead, “Will take care of you”. And he does just that. Bringing you your meds and water. Some ginger biscuits for nausea, before climbing into bed next to you. Slowly moving his fingers through your scalp. Massaging the tender skin. Staying up all night through your restless sleep, making sure you drink your meds in needed timeframe or drink some water every time you wake up.

[glisten-inthedark]

Okay so,

I had this funny little idea to check s1e4 for anything in the Byers’ home that would point to Will’s birthday being upcoming, mostly out of curiosity

And I found something else

When Joyce gets the mail, the mailman is holding up the top letter and then drops it onto the rest of the pile when she opens the door. Now it was hard for me to see initially, because I was using my laptop and I can’t take screenshots on Netflix on my laptop, but I was pretty sure that the return address said Mike Wheeler, Maple Street, Hawkins, IN

And I got super excited, thinking that the person that was addressed to was Will Byers

And since Joyce pushes all the mail off of the Soviet package and onto the floor, I figured that the letter never reached Will because Joyce never checked on the rest of the mail and probably just tossed it on a table somewhere, forgotten

However, I opened up the episode on my TV, and was sad to see that while it ABSOLUTELY says Mike Wheeler, Maple Street, Hawkins, IN in the top corner, it sadly says Jane Hopper on the address line

I was super bummed

And then I saw that there’s a second letter of the same color and shape and seemingly handwriting just behind that Jane Hopper letter

You get a glimpse of it when the mailman is holding it, but it’s easier to see that it is definitely a letter sent by the same person right before Joyce pushes all the mail off of the box. I am a bit worried that it might say Nancy Wheeler in the return address because I think I see a Y on the name for the second one

But either way I find it fascinating that letters were sent at all, that we know they were delivered but never received by who they were meant for. The prop crew had to make fake envelopes for fake letters and get them approved and then purposefully put them on top of the mail and then never have either El or Jonathan or Will or whoever it was meant for open them! What did the writers decide those letters said!!! Even if the full letter was never written out by anyone they would’ve had a vague idea of the contents of each letter. Words written and not received.

I so badly wish the second letter was for Will and I can’t see a third letter but I’m gonna continue investigating lmao

Hello! Ok, Bylers are so dedicated! This is why I love this community because you all are so amazing at noticing these things!

I so wish we could learn about this next season because I truly believe lettergate has a huge potential of being canon considering how much a deal they made the fact Mike can't even write to El that he loves her.

[cogentsummoner]

Hi! So I'm rereading the Smite soulmate au and I was curious- Will we ever find out what exactly their soulmate marks are? Based on chapter 2 its a mark or something on the wrist. Is it a picture or certain word?

Also idk if you had plans to write out the actual scene of Smite and reader meeting for the first time but him kidnapping them and bombarding them with questions always sounded so funny 😭 I personaly would love a fleshed out scene of that if it's something you've thought about writing!

This fic is everything and I'm obsessed 💖

so i was largely gonna leave the soulmark designs up to reader interpretations, mostly because i don't really have any specific symbolism in mind for them. like, its not a sunflower or something like that. its just a kind of... curvy little design. if i had to pin down a design for it, it looks something like this!

as for how the reader and smite met.... well. let's just say it was a rocky beginning.

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You took stock of the situation; you weren't injured- anymore, that is- but you were deeply fatigued and pinned down amongst the rubble. You could hear the sounds of battle, far too close for comfort. Your left arm was stuck, your wrist- your soulmark - exposed to the world.

Gazing at its familiar looping design, you felt your tired eyes fill with tears. Were you going to die? Before ever having gotten to meet your soulmate? You'd been waiting for them for such a long time… it wasn't fair. Fuck, it wasn't fair!

Without warning, something crashed like a comet nearby, it's impact making the earth tremble- and making your coffin almost complete. You could barely see anything anymore, just a sliver of light penetrating the oppressive darkness.

You heard the sound of heavy, stomping footsteps approaching, and a deep, distorted laugh, and found yourself frozen in fear. Oh god. You were going to die, weren't you? This was it.

Cowering in fear, you remained silent- and All Might, King of Chaos, Symbol of Fear- he almost passed you by without noticing you.

But something caught his eye, and he stopped. Right in front of you.

"What is this?" he breathed out. There was no cocky malice in his voice- only genuine confusion… no, wonder?

Suddenly, you could feel the ground shake a little as he dropped to his knees, clearing away the rubble and debris pinning your arm down. Once it was free, he… cradled your arm, your wrist, gently, as if it was something precious.

"Hey- hey! Are you alive under there? Can you hear me?" came the voice of All Might as he… began digging you out.

"I'm here," you replied, voice shaking with terror. You begged pathetically, "Please don't hurt me."

"No- no, no, no, I'd never hurt you," All Might reassured you in a way your exhausted mind couldn't comprehend.

He pushed aside huge chunks of cement and rubble like they were nothing, pulling you out and then holding you with his hands under your armpits, as if you were a small child. You stared into the unforgiving and uncaring mask of the most dangerous man in the world, and you could do little more than tremble like a frightened prey animal.

"Hey, it's okay!" All Might said, his voice changer making what was surely supposed to be a comforting statement into an unsettling one. "I'm not gonna hurt you, and I'm not gonna let anyone else hurt you. I promise."

"Why?" you whispered, your confusion only feeding into the fear.

"Oh- right. Got a little ahead of myself!" All Might replied with a belly laugh. He put you down gently, and then- to your horror- rolled up his left sleeve.

It was a perfect match. It was a perfect match of your soulmark.

You stared, uncomprehending, until it finally clicked.

Tears welled up in your eyes. They were not tears of joy.

When the sound of the Number One Hero's yell reached the two of you, the moment was cut short, and All Might made his move.

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All Might was on cloud fucking nine.

Literally, as in he was bounding high in the air, from building to building, as Endeavor blazed after him like a fiery comet- but also metaphorically, because he had, at long last, found his soulmate.

"Where are you from? Where'd you grow up? What do you do for a living?" he asked, voice loud enough to carry over the intense wind rushing past the two of you. There was just so much he wanted to know about you- it'd been a little over forty years since his soulmark appeared, and he wanted to know every detail of what had happened to you in that time. He was so goddamn excited, a warm bubbling feeling taking root where his stomach should be. "What's your favorite color? And food? And flower?"

You only answered one of his questions, your voice barely above a whisper. "Daisies," he could barely make out. "I like daisies."

"Daisies are nice!" he replied cheerily.

It took him a few more minutes to get Endeavor off his tail, but finally, he came to a stop on a rooftop in a quiet section of town. He gingerly took you off his shoulder and set you down on the ground, and you immediately leaned on him for support, which he was more than happy to give you.

"Are you alright?" he asked, which- in hindsight, it was a stupid question. He could admit that now. But in the moment, he was just...worried about you.

Your grip on his arms tightened, and you laughed. It was a harsh, hysterical sound.

"No!" you shouted, tears once again filling your eyes. "No, I'm not alright! I-I was buried alive because of your stupid fight, then I'm 'rescued' only to find out the Number One Villain is my soulmate, and now-! Now you've kidnapped me, and I'm so nauseous from all that jumping, I could puke! So, no, I'm not alright! In fact, this is perhaps the worst day of my fucking life!"

For a long moment, All Might simply stood there, still as a statue, your words making his heart freeze over, then shatter. You were trembling, and you refused to look at him- finally, he realized the obvious. You were terrified of him.

Before he could say anything, you let go of him, taking a few stumbling steps back from him, your back hitting the wall of the rooftop door. Your hands covered your tired, dusty face, and you sobbed as you slid down against the wall, pulling your knees close to your body.

You looked so fucking heartbroken. So genuinely fucking upset. Upset that he was your soulmate.

Minutes passed in silence as you wept, and All Might fought the sudden, pathetic urge to do the same. You didn't want him. You were afraid of him, you hated him!

He'd been so excited to finally meet you. After so many long years of isolation, necessitated by his crusade against All for One, he had hoped that when he did finally find his soulmate…

He wanted you to love him. You were supposed to love him.

This wasn't fair.

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This wasn't fair.

Your soulmate was supposed to be someone charming and sweet and kind- not a villain. Not the Villain. Not a murderer, a monster. What had you done to deserve this?

Slowly, you stopped crying, having no tears left in you. You were exhausted, physically and emotionally, and now you had a headache on top of everything else. You simply curled up, resting your forehead on your knees as you hugged them, and closed your eyes.

You tried not to jump when you heard heavy footsteps approaching you, but despite your efforts, you flinched. You could hear All Might sigh, then came the rustling of buckles and leather. When he spoke again, his voice was noticeably different.

"I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't… mean to kidnap you. I… I just couldn't leave you behind, and Endeavor…" he said. His voice was deep and low, almost soothing.

You opened your eyes and tried not to gasp at the startlingly handsome face of an unmasked All Might. Chiseled features, hypnotic blue eyes, and golden, slicked back hair… Nothing could've prepared you for the sight of the Number One Villain's true face.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "So I can go home whenever I want?" you asked. Handsome though he may be… he was still All Might. This changed nothing.

He nodded, mouth set in a firm line. "Of course. I can drop you off-"

"If you're going to jump like you did to get here, then absolutely not," you interrupted sourly. Then, quietly, you added, "I'm afraid of heights."

He winced, then rubbed the back of his neck. Seemingly embarrassed, he mumbled, "…sorry."

He reached out a hand, to place on your shoulder, but you immediately tensed and said, in a voice as cold as ice, "Don't. Don't touch me."

You could see him swallow thickly, and he nodded. "Alright. Alright," he replied with a sigh, just the barest hint of… disappointment? sadness? in his expression. He took a few steps away from you, then asked, "Is it okay if I sit down here?"

You had to bite down a hysterical laugh. The most dangerous man in the world, asking for permission from you? What a joke.

You nodded warily. "Fine."

All Might sat down across from you, brows furrowed as he seemed to study you. You merely closed your eyes and rested your forehead on your knees again.

Finally, he spoke. "I… I know I'm not… what you wanted-"

You let out a derisive snort.

"-but we are soulmates, and… and I'd like the chance to get to know you," he said, sounding incredibly sincere, if not somber.

You contemplated his words for a minute, then replied, "There is quite literally nothing I could do to stop you from doing… anything, really. If you wanted to stalk me every moment of every day, there is no force on this planet I could enlist to get you to go away. If you wanted to actually kidnap me on purpose, then I doubt anyone could save me. Don't pretend like I have a choice in all of this."

You opened your eyes, and looked up to see unmistakable hurt in All Might's expression. He was quick to hide it, but his stricken face sat heavy in your mind.

"You do have a choice," he insisted. "I don't- I don't want to force you to do anything! I won't! I want you to…"

"To want you? To love you? Of my own free will?" you supplied, letting out a heavy sigh and straightening out your legs. You folded your hands in your lap.

A fierce blush bloomed on All Might's face, even as he looked away. "…yeah."

"I don't know if I can do that," you answered honestly.

His eyes squeezed shut, and his hands clenched into fists. "Can you… can you give me a chance at least? Please?"

Without his eyes on you, you stared at him unabashedly, then let out another sigh. "If I do, and the answer is still no, I do not or cannot love you at the end of it, will you accept that? Will you leave me alone? Or should I fear for my life if I do reject you?"

His mouth trembled. "I would never hurt you. No matter what you do to me, or how you feel, I-I… I could never hurt you. Please, please- if nothing else, please believe me on that."

You were quiet for a long moment, letting the two of you stew in the mess of emotions you were both feeling, before finally replying, "Okay. Alright. I'll give you a chance."

And with that decision, you sealed your fate.

[onlygenxhere]

Jatp/10 Things I Hate About You AU

In honor of the third anniversary of the premier of Julie and the Phantoms here is the 10 Things I Hate about You AU I will never write.

I’m not going to explain a whole lot about 10 Things. If you’ve seen the movie this should make sense, If not I highly recommend.  

Luke is Patrick – With his sleeveless tees and his doesn’t give a crap about school attitude. Think more brooding musician Luke, less excited puppy. He gets sent to the office all the time for skipping class to write music.

“You’re not afraid of me are you?”

Julie is Kat – Angry at the world. Her mother died three years ago and she’s moved on from grief to anger. The only scene I have an idea about is changing the dancing drunk on a table scene to singing karaoke drunk on a table. Cause I’d still want her to hit her head and have Luke catch her and take her outside and worry she’s got a concussion.

That whole scene on the swing set, need it.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I told you you may have a concussion.”

“You don’t care if I never wake up.”

“Sure I do.”

“Why?”

“Because then I’d have to start taking out girls that actually like me.”

“Like you could find one.”

“Oh, See, that, there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred.”

“Ugh, just let me sit.”

“So why’d you let him get to you?”

“Who?”

“Bobby?”

“I hate him.”

“Well you’ve chosen the perfect revenge, mainlining tequila.”

“Well you know what they say?”

“Nope, what do they say?”

Julie passes out.

“No, no, no, no, Julie wake up look at me! Listen to me Julie open your eyes!”

Julie opens her eyes to see Luke hovering over her.

“Hey, what color even are you eyes? Every time I look at you they’re different.”

He smiles at her.

She throws up.  

Reggie is Cameron – New kid in school. Completely smitten by Flynn the first time he sees her just like Cameron is with Bianca.

“I burn, I pine, I parish…”

Alex is Michael – He’s a band geek instead of future MBA (Masters Business Administration) like Michael was. He knows all the gossip about everyone. He’s the one showing Reggie around campus when Reggie sees Flynn for the first time. He could also be the one that sets up the apology song (Can’t keep my eyes off of you) for Luke to sing to Julie with the band chiming in.

Flynn is Bianca – Kat’s/ Julie’s sister. I’m going to go with Flynn being adopted a couple years after Julie was born.

“Can you for one night forget that you are completely retched and be my sister… please.”

So they wouldn’t be the same age like in jatp but a couple years apart like in 10 things. So everyone but Flynn and Carrie are seniors.

Willie is Mandella – Kat’s best friend who Alex has a crush on. No weird Shakespeare thing needed. Maybe Alex just leaves a regular old note in their locker asking them to prom? Maybe it’s not a “regular” note but one on the back of a postcard of a famous painting by Willie’s favorite artist.

Carrie is Chastity – Flynn’s best friend.

“I know you can be overwhelmed and you can be underwhelmed but can you ever just be whelmed?”

“I think you can in Europe.”

Bobby is Joey – It’s definitely believable that that character could be an idiot jackass and I think I can believe he’s a model if he was prepped up some (less grunge more styled). The only weird would be that he’d end up taking Carrie to the prom and most of us write them as related. I was thinking they don’t HAVE to be related but then again maybe it’d be even funnier if they were cousins and she was his only option after Flynn ditched him for Reggie.

Bobby punches Reggie.

Flynn punches Bobby.

“Shit Flynn! I’m shooting a nose spray add tomorrow!”

“That’s for making my date bleed!”

Punches him again.

“That’s for my sister!”

Knees him in the groin.

“And that’s for me!”

She helps Reggie up off the floor.

“Are you ok?”

He smiles, “Never been better.”

KISSES!

Nick is Bogey Lowenstein – Rich band nerd not cool jock. It works well enough.

“You guys please, take it outside!” Fighting boys crash through the window. “Thank you!”

Ray is Mr. Stratford – Kat and Flynn’s dad. I know on jatp he’d a photographer but he’d just have to be a gynecologist in this because all his panic about the girls dating is way too funny to skip and with the pregnancy belly he makes Bianca put on at one point.

“I know who you want to bend the rules for it’s that hotrod Bobby.”

Caleb is Ms. Perky –The principle. Who doesn’t want to see Caleb spending time writing a romance novel instead of disciplining the children? I can just see him trying to think of new words for “throbbing member” and Luke or Julie giving him an answer he’s pleased with.  

“The point is Julie. People perceive you as somewhat…”

“Tempestuous”

“Heinous bitch is the term used most often.”

Julie grins.

“You might want to work on that… Thank you.”

“As always thank you for your excellent guidance Mr. Covington. I’ll let you get back to Christopher’s quivering member.”

“Quivering member, hum, I like that.”

Mrs. Harrison is Mr. Morgan - The English teacher, no stretch here.

Carlos and Victoria could still be there just in much more minor rolls. They would be pretty much how they are on jatp.

[triglycercule]

mtt therapy moment except dust keeps taking breaks to talk to phantom papyrus and horror just wants this to hurry up so it can get to his turn because he couldn't give two shits about dust and killer's trauma and killer physically cannot discuss his issues and just starts zoning out while crying for some reason during it

and i'm the therapist listening to all of this writing down notes fervently because ITS CANON MATERIAL CANON I NEED TO GET THE CANON MATERIAL

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

the most Dog ever. or. dog shaped Thing ever

[simcardiac-arrested]

wait, that elias?

[chaika-jpeg-shitpost]

Joseph, just like Chika, had someone weak and helpless in his care. However, when the threat of death from starvation drove him into a corner, he refused to abandon the one he promised to protect. Unlike Chika

[cluescorner]

I gave myself a writing challenge and I am fascinated by it

So basically I put the robins in a randomizer to give them a new order/role (because I just...kinda wanted to see what would happen + I like role-reversal AUs) and got results that are giving me a fucking brain blast.

Stephanie, the first sidekick who defines the role

Tim, the sidekick who dies and comes back wrong

Dick, the sidekick who saves Batman from himself

Damian, the sidekick who was never supposed to be a sidekick but would go on to prove everyone wrong

Jason, the youngest sidekick who is still the Kid Wonder

...So this is fucking wild. I've got some ideas and several of these fit perfectly (Dick's role is pretty similar to his one in canon), but some of these are fucking INCREDIBLE to explore (Steph being the first Robin is something I never even considered but tbh I kinda love it).

I probably won't write a fic or anything because tbh I don't like publishing my writing that much, but I might expand this into a full AU and post about it. I might randomize other stuff too (ie, stuff that I cannot change vs stuff that I cannot keep the same) but this fucking rules as a starting point.

[doctorweebmd]

the ‘why would anyone entrust Akutagawa with Aya remember what happened the last time he took care of a young girl 🤔’ is such a dogshit take. like bro are we gonna just forget his whole-ass younger sister who he dotes on or, idk, perhaps literally the fact that his villain origin story is that he COULDNT PROTECT HIS FRIENDS IN THE SLUMS i am killing all of you with hammers

[imeriayapping]

I really want to be moots with one person on here and idk what to expect for writing something with Logan oscar and liam as my offer for friendship help.....

[wellzofyouth]

Yall I'm so sorry I do not like Peacemaker

[skrunksthatwunk]

why the fuck did i write about birds this fucking sucks. i just found out birds only sleep for a few minutes at a time, hundreds of times a day. do you know what this is going to do to my structure? the logistics of their road trip? this is already like three days late and i've been fighting for my life to get A Plot Like Any Plot That Makes Sense out and now the birds fucking sleep for 5 minutes at a time.

[httpiastri]

Oscar is so bad LOL What even is he doing?

go off, anon 😚 you seem to know a lot

idk if i would say p9 in the championship, two podiums and being one of the four people to win a race this year is “so bad”, but you do you i guess