#nobody is taking that seriously dawg

[chubbidust]

how does the weird route work in babyrune?

i imagine it gets pretty clear almost immediately that it's not kris themself saying "proceed"

will noelle be able to escape the pressure of the voice? i dunno

[recent-rose]

heres the thing abt kairi. i don't think she's poorly written, i think she's poorly executed. like there's a conflict/lack of cohesive vision for her and they're trying to shoehorn her into a role she does not fit.

nomura, from kh1, has clearly always wanted kairi to remain a link to the past/manifestation of fond memories of childhood/like a bittersweet hometown that isn't quite the same when you come back as an adult. that's the role he has consistently, persistently assigned to her. and there's nothing wrong with that. not every character ever has to take an active role and be a hero and do Things. sometimes characters exist to embody an allegory, or symbolism, or an idea. that was kairi, initially. embodiment of home, safety, comfort, childhood. for that matter, riku was the future, the unknown, growing up and letting childhood go. sora, of course, a boy coming of age and being torn between the two.

so consequently i've never understand the choice to make her a keyblade wielder when she's already a princess of heart twice over. like it or not the princesses of heart have an established role in the story and it's not fighting on the front lines. she could have been a leader and taken an active role in her own way if they really wanted, without ever needing to hold a keyblade and be a Chosen One, Also!(tm). in this way she also would have maintained a cohesive narrative role in the story. her path would still be diverging from sora's, and it would be as bittersweet and nostalgic as it was in kh1 without the clownery than her involvement in endgame kh2 onward has been mired in.

what clownery, you ask? kairi literally cannot grow as a person while in sora's orbit. we've seen it happen again and again, any growth she gets is away from sora and any time she's near him she regresses as a character. this is because, again, she is absolutely cemented in the minds of the writers as The Nostalgic Past that sora is holding onto. in the context of the kh narrative, she can literally be nothing else to him. there's no more growth to be had between them. hence, every time their relationship ends up the focus in a scene you can't help but feel the rapidly growing distance between where they once were vs where they now are as individuals. this relationship can, imo, ONLY be regressive to both of them in the context of kh's overarching narrative where kairi is constantly (and overtly) being framed as Sora's Idealized Childhood. or, as a prize he 'wins' when the story ends. the two are fairly connected in kh.

back on track, having kairi remain a princess of heart and not a keyblade wielder also would've solved the problem of the writing team having to shelve/fridge her every time they want riku+sora to go on another romantic getawa - uhhh adventure together. like she was asleep for a year post kh3? and now she's going to train with aqua while riku goes to rescue the love of his l - i mean bestest best boy friend again? you're joking.

it just stinks of trying to girlbossify a character so she can 'keep up' with her male counterparts in the eyes of media illiterate consumers who associate a lack of a weapon with a lack of power. dawg we're past that. female characters can be relevant, important, interesting and powerful without following in the exact footsteps of their male counterparts. and this is to say nothing of kairi's keyblade bequeathing being a relative accident and how it creates a pretty glaring plot hole because somehow xion and roxas, sora's nobodies, can wield keyblades at will but namine can't? okay. yes, perhaps we just haven't been 'shown' her wielding a keyblade. maybe. but i think it seriously indicates that they had no intention of making kairi a keyblade wielder in the first place.

and don't get me wrong, if they intended on changing/overhauling her role going forward i would understand making her not just a wielder but a guardian of light. problem is, they have already established she's not going to be fighting/active in the next game. she is, yet again, the home they are returning to and not the future they're moving towards. this, consequently, will continue causing some major tonal dissonance among those who either consciously or unconsciously recognize that kairi is not meant to be where she is currently placed in the narrative. she's SHOWN to be just a regular girl who still to this day does not particularly want to go adventuring, and yet we're TOLD again and again that she's a warrior now, riding on sora and riku's coattails regrettably. it's just so tonally off.

[unoriginal-and-dumb]

heello do you have any tips for noobie artists? ur art is just so very neat to me :) plz never stop arting

Never do what I do unless it is drawing all the time

Use references!! Always use them!!! Seriously please use references never let a stupid little rat in your ear take that away from you, they are always so valuable

If you see art you like, don’t be afraid to basically try recreating the same exact thing. All you have to do is not claim it as youre own, and better yet don’t post it online! It’s for practice, people don’t need to see practice in the end it’s only for you

Tracing is NOT wrong. I’m tired of people saying ohhh tracing is bad don’t do it ITS LITERALLY NOT!!!! Just don’t trace over someone else’s work/images and claim it as your own it’s that easy. If youre struggling with hands take photos of your hands and trace over it! Break them down into simple forms until you have an understanding of them in a meaningful way!

Do some studies of specific things. Struggling with leg anatomy? Draw a page full of legs, just push and pull and scribble and see what works, study images and see how you can reproduce it or stylize it

Never feel like you need to find your own art style immediately, that task is practically impossible. Everything comes from something, be inspired by others take little art bits from styles you like and only then can you create your own style!! (I mean dawg my style can be broken down into adventure time, owl house, invader zim, gooseworx, eddsworld, sr pelo, a few others im probably forgetting)

Don’t worry about broadcasting your work, not everyone needs to know all that you draw, the internet can be a hateful place and it really does suck a lot but also try not to rely on strangers online for support on everything you do, I know it is hard and that approval feel good I cannot deny it but remember to keep some stuff for yourself, a little treat where nobody can criticize you :)

Try to draw everyday! Or having a sketchbook where you make it a goal to completely fill 2 pages a week, and if that’s too much then just some doodles! Art takes a lot of constant practice, and there’s really nothing more fun than just having a little sketchbook with you where you draw random stuff all the time. When I was doing that I would make 2 page mini invader zim comics

I feel like a bit of a hypocrite because I do maybe 1 of these things but i know they are really good, I have done them before and they were super helpful! But in the end I think the best you could do is just keep at it! Don’t let people get you down, do your own thing, break rules if you want, it’s all art and art is AWESOME!!!!!!!

[sp1cychamm0y]

Heads up: This is about the anti-Wavewave post and why I think it’s a bit silly, your fully welcome to ignore or disagree

It’s crazy how pressed people get about ship discourse (and I’m sorry you gotta deal with that dawg that blows) like, yeah you may find ships in a character tag, it’s always gonna happen, but like you said, you can filter tags out. Plus these fictional characters aren’t even human, and while that may mean they don’t feel attraction like people do, they could still have their hot crazy alien robot sex. (Its two sides of the same coin in my opinion) It’s not like they’re teenagers in some anime that makes it a bit weird, they’re;

1). Not humans

2). Fully realized, consenting adults

And I wouldn’t view it as homophobia due to the fact that the majority of the cast are male (or male coded at least due to the whole they’re alien robots and gender’s a human thing) so obviously most ships are gonna be MLM. Plus Soundwave and Shockwave don’t really interact with female characters as far as I can recall. 🤷

What’s even weirder is the “maybe they’re bothers, they call each other brother (as in comrade)” but like, the arguably BIGGEST ship in this franchise is MegOP and they also refer to each other as “brother” but nobody bats an eyelash to that (Not even gonna start on Thundercraker/SkyWarp/Starscream which is a pretty popular ship for being the closest one to insecst, not bashing but yk)

From my experience fandom shipping is when you take the character you project onto or find relatable and the character/characters you like/find attractive and make them kiss. And people DONT HAVE to interact with that if they don’t like it, especially in NSFW spaces. I’m mean we’re all adults here (or at least we SHOULD BE if we’re in a NSFW space, but that’s a separate problem…) and should be able to handle things like adults, but I digress.

Sorry for leaving this huge rant in you inbox but I don’t think you (I know it’s not you specifically but still) should be getting second hand bashed for your opinions on who should hold hands

Anyways I hope you have a nice rest of your day/night!

no yeah thanks, and i totally agree with you. I take keeping minors out of nsfw spaces very seriously. i didnt want this to get too dramatic and i apologize if i make anyone uncomfortable but yeah i repeat, filter your tags, block me i dont care i promise

[kcyars99]

Oh brother here go that Misogynoir peaking yet again. Nobody gives a fuck about what yall think about “Queens” pussy poppin has never killed a soul. Why don’t you focus on drillers and the young men finding praise in the young man Foolio’s death. HOW MANY MORE RAPPERS GOTTA DIE BEFORE YALL LEAVE THE WOMEN ALONE?! Go the fuck to hell with all disrespect you must have hate your mom that’s why you hate black women tooo how dare you I hate you too just burn this is why some black girls don’t efff with black men like you

Idk what Black man needs to read this today but I promise we don’t give a flying fuck about what yall view as immoral when damn near a whole generation of young Black men are no longer on this earth because yall refuse to curtail the gun violence I promise we don’t give ANY fuck about your opinions on women in Hip Hop. And Once you began to cock worship the women beaters and killers you lost the right to debate on the women standing in hip hop dude How many more Black men in rap gotta die before yall take your own lives seriously? And how many times does a black woman have too suffer from your actions because you let the yes men raise you up knowing that you are not the greatest thing as slice bread and social media isn’t the real world and you can’t get away with things yt folks get offf easy with black men Go to HELL I don’t care how you go as long as you are burning

If sexuality is more offensive then gun violence then let me be offensive with my harlotry

Besides the gun violence is why many legends are dead before they become icons

If you can’t condemn gun violence then I don’t gaf your feelings about a woman being sexually confident in the hip hop industry and if you don’t like it we’ll welcome to HELLL POPULATION YOU!

For every complaint about pussy rap is a young Black boy somewhere in America lost without mentorship and guidance ready to pick up a gun and kill one of his peers because he lacks emotional regulation ENOUGH of the policing of grown ass women’s bodies GO father your fucking sons!!!!! We already lost a generation of Black men how many more rappers gotta die G? Stop being a Brian McKnight and raise your Motherfucking sons to save us from another tragic violent story

I’m laughing my ass off right now. Those corny ass Baptist church raps aren’t gonna get him anywhere and he’s SEETHING.

Go make some “turn up” music! LMAOOO!

But seriously 😭😭😭😭 like dawg nobody gives a fuck go mentor some young boys NOW

RIP Trouble

RIP Nip

RIP Takeoff

RIP DolphRIP PnB Rock

RIP King Von

RIP Foolio

RIP Fredo Santana

RIP….RIP……….RIP………

PUSSY RAP HAS NEVER KILLED ANYONE GO FATHER YOUR FUCKING SONS LEAVE US GIRLS THE FUCK ALONE

[agent-cupcake]

i kinda wanna analyze your mind and understand your thought process because of a singular fic i read. like how can you think of something like this. i’d write poetry about your mind, idk. i’ve read your gojo fanfic, the teacher - student one about divination. let me tell you dawg, im shocked. i can stomach most psychological horror things, horror in general. but that fic in particular had me fucked up (positively) like the whole time i wondered how anyone could write something like this (positively i say this out of admiration, it takes so much skill and insight and comprehension skills to write dark shit). like i kinda want to delve into your mind? but im also afraid? your creativity is horrifyingly poetic, author. i admire and am afraid of your work, seriously and positively. like who are you, how are you, why are you???? you’re such an intriguing person ?????

Aw, thank you! You're more than welcome to come over and crack open my skull and take a peek for yourself, although I think you'll be disappointed. As much as I'd love to say it's my own enlightened creative mind and psychological prowess that lends me special powers to write dark fic, it's actually just really easy to find information on how cult leaders and skilled manipulators focus on vulnerable people and the tactics they use to prey on that weakness. Ulterior Motives is the question of what would get a reasonably rational and intelligent girl into that dangerous of a scenario, so I followed the line of what sort of manipulations would work on me. Anyone can participate in that thought experiment, even if they're not saturated in all those dark and twisty feelings. The thing that's difficult, and maybe where the scenario is the most horrifying, is being honest about how vulnerable you are. Nobody wants to think that they could be the person who gets taken advantage of, or that they could be the dupe. That's why people are like "well couldn't she just leave?" Yeah, she could have. She could have been honest from the beginning and listened to her gut about the danger signs. But a lot of people don't, and that's why skilled manipulators get away with doing horrifying things. Reader's unwillingness to accept that she could be fooled or manipulated is part of what makes Gojo's tactics so successful, her internal insistence that she's playing his game rather than getting played because she can't admit her own weakness is what gets her literally fucked.

I guess my point is that I'm really boring, but if you're genuinely interested in this, there is an enormous amount of information on how skilled manipulators do their thing. My boring little brain is just sort of transposing it into a scenario with a hot anime man.

ANYWAY, thank you <3 I hope you don't mind the rambling, I enjoy this topic quite a bit and I've been doing a lot of research about this sort of stuff recently so it's on the brain.

[willgoldgirlie]

can i just say that people pick and choose when to care about victims? they always go ‘oh, support shelby! support caiti! support alice! support andi!’

but what about dream’s victims?

i’m so sick of seeing people go ‘oh, but dream’s innocent! he didn’t even send nudes of himself!’ so? that doesn’t mean what he was doing was okay, or wasn’t child grooming. why the fuck was dream, as a man in his mid 20s, messaging 16 YEAR OLD TEENAGE GIRLS.

also, the only reason you guys are okay with what he did is because he said ‘oh, but i was losing interest after a while! oh, no, i didn’t send pictures of my dick to minors! i would never do that!’

no, but you were still intimately privately messaging minors, were you not?

THAT is child grooming. child grooming is the process of gaining the trust of a minor to sexually abuse them later. just because he didn’t do anything right away doesn’t mean he wasn’t planning on doing ANYTHING.

i see his stans using the argument ‘but amanda lied about being sent nudes!! she had to have been lying!!’ but that argument is so poor. just because she lied about being sent dick pics doesn’t mean she never felt abused or groomed by dream. again, dream is a grown ass man messaging teenage girls on snapchat. is there not something weird there?

also, it’s the fact that there are so many other people who fell victim to him, and nobody wants to talk about that. so many other teenage girls have said that they were groomed, and everybody goes ‘oh, that’s just what happens with dream. he always gets accused of something bad’.

i just find it APPALLING that SO MANY people have fallen victim to him, and have spoken out about it, but nobody believes them because they just go ‘sigh, ANOTHER allegation against dream.’ DOESN’T THAT SAY SOMETHING? dream is finally being called out on his disgusting behaviors, and nobody takes them seriously. they’re always just like ‘oh, of course dream is accused of child grooming again’. WOW, WHO WOULD HAVE EXPECTED A CHILD GROOMER TO CONTINUOUSLY BE ACCUSED OF CHILD GROOMING??

dream stans are my number one enemies, dawg.

[misstwisted]

YALL NOBODY IS AS HAPPY AS ME RIGHT NOW IM SO HAPPY I WAS RIGHT AND IM SO HAPPY FOR THOSE TWO FINALLY WE CAN POSSIBLY HAVE A POSITIVE RELATIONSHIP IN THIS SERIES THAT ISNT SARAH AND HER DEAD BROTHER AND EVELIN AND HER DEAD BOSS

YALL CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT AND BE HAPPY TOGETHER I CANT BELIEVE THIS WENT HOW I WANTED IT TOO

DAWG THIS HAS TO BE THE BEST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED IN 2023

AND IM GOING TO A PICNIC IN THE MORNING? AND IM GONNA SEE BARBIE WITH MY AMAZING FRIEND THIS WEDNESDAY? HOW CAN THIS MONTH GET ANY BETTER?

IVE BEEN WANTING THIS SO BADLY YOU ALL HAVE NO IDEA

THIS IS SERIOUSLY AMAZING ALEX THANK YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR MAN IM SO EXCITED

ITS NOT EVEN CANON BUT THIS IS THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF CONTENT I NEEDED FOR MY PEACE AND SANITY

THOSE TWO DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING AND I HOPE THEY CAN SURVIVE TOGETHER. I ALWAYS WANTED THEM TO BE HAPPY AND FIND SOMEBODY WHO SHARES THE SAME PAIN AS THEM AND I THINK I GOT WHAT I WISHED FOR.

WE DID IT DAD THATCHER NATION WE DID IT.

I LOVE ALL OF YOU MANDELA CATALOGUE FANDOM

LETS GO

ive lost my mind in case you haven’t figured out 😅

[saketoge]

bias tag game !

tagged by @lee-minhoe and @ambivartence 💕

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10, then answer the questions below. try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

tagging (if u want no pressure ofc!): @chanrizard @gnanii @snug-gyu @changbeens @jikyu @lunetual @minchanz @jinniebit @jwoongz

continued under the cut :)

bias list !

lee know (skz)

dk (svt)

jaehyuk (treasure)

taehwan (vanner)

mark lee (nct)

jinyoung (got7)

bang chan (skz)

soobin (txt)

donghyun (ab6ix)

mingyu (svt)

questions !

1. Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

mark was first; i got into nct in like late 2019 and i didn't find skz/chan until late 2021 i think?? mark is like , my second or third bias in nct though lol

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

deekay babieeeeee <333 don't get me wrong i LOVE jinyoung but seokmin ...... that's my number one dude, my boy of all time, if u will

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

OMG LEE KNOW OR JAE 😭😭😭 i'm gonna give it to lee know tho (nobody's shocked). similar to mel's answer we could go on a lil stroll through the woods then stop for coffee after. we go back home and i'll watch him make lunch for us and then we binge watch spy x family for the rest of the day bc i still haven't finished it yet and he would not have that .

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

donghyun my bestie my bee eff ?!?!! honestly probably his cheeks he has the most squishable lil face like look

are u kidding </3

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

PARK JINYOUNG MY BELOVEDDDDD 😭 he is so passionate about what he does - singing, dancing, acting, he is putting in the work and it shows!! didn't think i could love him more and then i watched he is psychometric DUDE 🥺🥺 that's not even the one he won an award for but like dang bro he was good !!!! also i feel like he has a good balance of being silly goofy and like . being serious/chill/more reserved??? idk he's a virgo so he def takes himself seriously but like , not too much u know ??

not to rant but i love how he loves his members too . he is so kind like he really loves them and cares for them and wants them all to succeed, regardless of how often he says they're annoying (yugbam the problem children fcdjhdvjk) he's rly just the mom (yugyeom's specifically) of the group and it's very sweet <3

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

soobin!!! i would tell him he's doing a great job being the leader to his hooligans and that i get "bye guys!! hi ladies!!! mwah!" stuck in my head at least once a week 🖤

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

between lino and dk hm ... i think they're both pretty similar (casual, comfy, boyfriend-y) but if i had to choose i'd say dokyeom. he seems just a little bit more adventurous in his style i feel like he likes a good pattern

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

hm for jae and also for the rest of the group i think something in the vein of seventeen's home;run era could be fun .. all the funky colors and retro-y fits ! 🤔🔮 i'm seeing jae with dark hair and a patterned collared sweater .. and pearls ofc 🔮

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

i think mark and taehwan are the same height (5'9"/175cm) so neither ! hfdkvfjfd

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

individually, i'm sorry gyu i'm gonna give it to donghyun i looove his vocals ! venus ??? so smooth so ethereal 🍯 in terms of their groups though, i love my yeppis but it's gotta be seventeen for me dawg they're like all time for me we're rly in this carat shit for life 💎 i can't find the words to explain how much i love them and their music literally the only thing coming to mind rn is when dk said "it's love, of course" and like !!!! yeah !!! ykwim !?!!

[mangadore]

you are the absolute epitome of ignorance and banality. Your writing style is shockingly poor and your manga blog is a joke. You lack even the most basic understanding of the genre; it's no wonder nobody takes you seriously. It's like you just pulled random words out of the air and slapped them together in a feeble attempt to impress. Shameful.

dawg what writing?? i literally just post pics and dip, i think u got the wrong acc

[gamerbearmira]

OK so I have an idea! What if...drum roll please...

Cocooned × Cut Throat!

Its like cut throat Mirabel, but its all of the grandkids. Like maybe a group of, I don't know, 8 or 9? Has personal beef with Pedro or Alma or the Madrigal adults knows that they can't attack the elders, because they'd fight back...so they attack the kids. Like the lure them somehow and slash them all. And maybe it takes place after Mirabel ceremony, so her butterflies keep keep the kids alive, barely, until the adults get there.

I. JUST WOKE UP. I am now fully convinced you guys gather in a group and think of ways to break my heart man <\\3 LIKE...THE PPOOR BABIES...

But seriously. If this group had beef with the adults. I find it heart breaking that they still went after the kids. I imagine they captured Antonio's animals (maybe even attempted to poach them), so they couldn't get help until it was almost too late. And Luisa can only fight off so many people. And then??? Nobody thought to check on them???

Like. Obviously the adults found it weird and were looking for the kids, but couldn't find them until much later. But the villagers (not including the Guzmans)??? What were they doing, twiddling their thumbs?? Like pack it up dawg :((

6 mute children, freaking sobbing. Can you imagine how devastated the Madrigals are, especially Alma? She must have had a panic attack seeming then like that. Before, she didn't directly see them die, but she knew they were gone in that period of time before they came back. But now that's she was one of the first ones to see it in person, first hand? She must've broken down 😭😭

I hope they clap them mofos and cut all of them off 🥱

[gg-sky--gg-sky]

y/n’s Pov- “Hey babyyyy” Timmy came into the living room smiling widely with his face scrunched.

“Mmm I know that face. What do you want?” I looked at him cautiously as he sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“Guess who’s party we got invited to?” T.

“We or you?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Of course we. You’re my plus one” he said giving me a quick smooch,”we just got invited to Kid Cudis birthday.”

“Awe nah dawg. I’m not going to a celebrity birthday party” y/n.

“Why not babe” T pouted.

“Because there’s going to be so many famous strangers there. I’ll know them, but nobody knows me” y/n.

“I’ll introduce you and you’ll no longer be strangers” t.

“I’m not going. Period” y/n.

“Please please please. I’ll do anything” t

…

“Statistics yuh!” Timmy said one last time before taking a bowe. I smiled and clapped as he finished performing “Statistics” for the fifth time.

“Fine I guess I’ll go with you” I rolled my eyes…

Timmy’s Pov- 5 minutes in and y/n is already best friends with Kid Cudi. Haven’t even got a word in besides ‘this is my girlfriend y/n,’ well at least she’s not feeling like an outsider.

“Haha right” I tried joining in their conversation as I casually wrapped my arm around y/n's shoulder and brought her closer to me. She shot me a confused look, but kept going

…

“hey you ran off. Where were you?” y/n.

“I didn’t want to be third wheeling over there with you and kid” t.

“Third wheeling?? Never” she laughed lightly and grabbed us some drinks from a man walking around with a drink tray.

“Yeah you and kid were over there cheek to cheek” t.

“Oh come on babe. I’m just trying to mingle” she smiled and bumped me lightly with her hip. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, making me laugh a bit and smile back at her. She gasped and grabbed my hand excitedly, “let’s go take pictures!!” She dragged me through the small crowd to where the photo booth was located and pushed me into the seat.

y/ns Pov- “now I’ll give you a kiss and then you give me a kiss” t said, grabbing my face and smushing it against his lips. I laughed and posed for the picture. I grabbed his face and pressed it against my lips.

“Ok now a really serious one” y/n. We both stared at the camera with blank faces and bursted out laughing once the camera was done taking our pictures.

“Ok we need to get out of here before the mob kicks us out” Timmy said peeking outside of the curtain and seeing a little line forming for the photo booth

…

“No because listen to me” Timmy said very seriously as he sipped his drink, “You could totally rock Miley’s shit right now. Like right this second. Look at what Miley is wearing. You could just grab that flap on her dress and Miley would be over! Obliterated” t.

“Keep your voice down!” I laughed looking at Miley who was minding her business just a few feet away from us. “How many drinks have you had bro?”y/n.

“Come here I’ll tell you” he motioned for me to get closer. I leaned my head closer to his and he lightly grabbed my chin and gave me kiss.

“Well that doesn’t quite answer my question, but I’ll accept” I smiled and kissed him again

…

Timmy and I were talking to G-eazy and Timmy’s hand kept sliding closer and closer to my butt. I placed my hand on top off his and squeezed it tightly.

“Owe” he said lightly.

“Oh look at the time. We left the dogs inside so we have to get going. So nice meeting you” I smiled at g and we made our way out of the party. We said goodbye to Kid and headed to our car

…

“You’re on thin ice boy. Harassing me in front of G-eazy like that” I whisper yelled at Timmy as I dragged him behind me to the car.

“It’s your fault you came hella cheeked up in that dress babe!” T.

“Shut up” I laughed.

“Babe chill out I got you a present” he stopped us in our tracks and reached into his pocket. He revealed a piece of birthday cake and extended it out to me. I burst out laughing and my knees got weak making both of us fal to the ground.

“Why do you have that??” I asked between laughs.

“Because I know you’re not you when you’re hungry” he smiled and took a bite of his pocket cake.

- SKY

[mailmom]

Explain infamous

Spoilers for infamous but this game is old as shit so I don’t really care

There’s this dude, bald and he’s like a delivery man and one day he gets a call where the guy is like “I’ll slide u a 10 if u open this package for me” and delivery guy is like bet and opens it and the fucking city explodes bruh?? Not really tho it creates a crater tho and ppl died fr like it’s a giant blast right. It’s called the “blast” so everything I just said fuck it it’s the blast. He wakes up, (his name is Cole) and he’s like bruh and his friend Zeke is like hey uhhh what’s going on and he’s like lol I can control electricity and Zeke is like :) ok. Anyways he has a girlfriend that finds out he “caused” the blast and turns out his girlfriends sister died in that blast so everyone’s mad at him and says he caused it but he’s like ?? I literally almost died too but he survived so you know. So he tries escaping the city but gets stopped by this woman who’s like hey I’m an FBI agent my husband went missing and he has a Ray sphere, the thing that caused the blast? Go get it for me. Cole’s like yea fuck it I don’t care. Suddenly Cole’s getting calls from Moya like “yea some fuckin drug dealers are poisoning the water supply????” And Cole’s like “why do I care?” So he gets weird telepathic messages from some crazy lady that’s like “hey remember when we were together?? And had sex?! And we were a couple and had plans and shit??? I’m gonna kill you now” and Cole’s like “Ma’am I have no clue who you are I just wanna take a nap dawg”. And this weird old dude is following Cole everywhere and is giving him visions of the “FUTURE OOO SPOOKY” and everything’s dying and shit, and Cole’s like “Yea??”

So anyways this younger but old dude is like “rawr xd there’s this Kessler guy he worked w my dad uhhh he’s gonna naenae all of us idk but I want revenge so I’m gonna kill you” and Cole’s like “I literally did nothing what tue fuck is going on” Cole fights the weird yandere lady who’s name is Sasha (LOML I miss her come back) and she’s like “dude my powers made me all skinny and ugly and it’s gonna happen to you if you don’t help me with my pyramid scheme of makeup products”

So Cole is like who’s the first sons who is Kessler who r u and Sasha’s like “so no head?” And gets kidnapped by Kessler who is the old man on the roof in a trench coat yea yea you know. Cole finally finds Moya’s husband John and John is like “yea I’ve been spying on the first sons for a while so I’m on the run also I’m not married” and Moya’s like “haha get pranked but seriously pls don’t let anything happen to the Ray sphere” and Cole is like “should’ve known you weren’t married with that shitty hair cut” and Moya is like “kys”. Fuckin old man jenkins Alden has the Ray Sphere and Alden fucks off and when they go to grab the Ray sphere Zeke is like “hey remember when you called me a fat piece of shit and wished I committed not alive? Yea I remember that you bald ballsack of a fucking friend” and joins Kessler. Cole is like noooo my buttboy:(((( yea the first sons r an organization that made the Ray spheres and does in humane experiments idk

John fucking DIES from trying to grab the Ray sphere and then Cole gets a call that’s Kessler like “so 1. I’m torturing Sasha I know u don’t care nobody does but 2. I’m currently hanging ur wife in town square and if you don’t come save her she’s gonna die homie” and Cole is like :)

So he shows up and Kessler’s like “k u got two choices you either save these doctors or ur bitch wife” and Cole’s like “SOLD RUN ME THEM DOCTORS” and Trish fucking dies and is like “yea sorry for being a bitch, sympathy head?” And dies.

Finally Kessler is like “ok I’ll fight u now let’s go” and Cole is like “aight,,,,,,,,, hold up you kinda look like me” and it turns out Kessler is Cole from the future woo spooky and has been training Cole behind the scenes to make him a better conduit (power person idk) so he can defeat the beast which is a conduit that????& don’t know????,?:?/??/ has fuckin fire power lava volcano monster boy powers???????? Doesn’t matter, Kessler went back in time to basically raise Cole and Kessler is like “and now I die” and it turns out Sasha had an affair w Kessler when she worked w his organization and that’s why she’s in love w Cole bc it’s just Better Kessler (tm). I didn’t explain It but I’m sure u caught that. Who cares fuck Kessler. Worst fucking villain ever. Not really he’s actually dope as fuck but I just hate infamous. /hj /j /srs

[lihikainanea]

LEIIII, CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT BILL AND TIGER GOING THE THE MET GALA BILL FuCkINg HeR iN ThE ReStRoOm????????????????

FIRST OF ALL, I have this like, weird interest in fashion over the past two years or so. I've never particularly been into it, but now my instagram is mainly fashion inspo and like, who is this person???? I've never considered myself fashionable, much less interested in fashion and now I swear to god I spend Sunday afternoons ~judging people~ and looking up latest fashion trends and how to wear things and I am just LOVING IT. And since nobody asked, I'm going to go ahead and list you my top fucking fashion ABSOLUTELY DO FUCKING NOT pet peeves:

1) Matching pantsuits. Hello, no. I know the designers that are trying to bring this back, and it's a hard no for me dawg. I am in my almost mid thirties and I ain't trying to look like a fucking old maid, thanks. These will never be fashionable. Just stop.

2) Derby shoes. These literally don't go with anything. I'm not sorry. If you're that committed to huge, clunky, ugly fucking shoes, get clogs. I ain't saying you have to wear heels, not at all. But find yourself some nice oxfords, a nice loafer, hell even some mules--and they will be infinitely nicer than fucking derby shoes.

3) Layering. No, kids. Baum und Pferdgarten, I love you. I do. I have a few of your dresses. But ya'll motherfuckers need to stop with this pajama-esque, mixed and clashing pattern, oversized bullshit looks that you call fashion. There is a way to wear slouchy, and babes, THAT AIN'T IT. YOU LITERALLY LOOK LIKE A FUCKING WARHOL PAINTING THREW UP ON YOU. Mixing patterns is cool, we like that, but Jesus Christ it has to have some consistency.

alright, now onto the actual ask.

All of this to say, I kept a keen eye on the Met Gala this year and I was...perplexed. At best. Horrified, at worst.

So like, tiger right? There's little else in the world that tiger hates as much as Bill's outwardly Hollywood side. The parties. The schmoozing. And I mean, she knows it's part of his life so that's fine, but in fairness--Bill also abhors this side. He loathes it. And he's been to the Met gala once, which notoriously never allows a +1 unless that +1 is famous, but low and behold--by some stroke of luck--Bill's invitation this year allows for it.

"No." tiger says immediately.

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask!" he exclaims.

"I know what that is," she points to the invitation in his hand, "And no."

It's a hard no. It takes Bill weeks--because like, tiger ain't Hollywood. She doesn't want to do the dress. She doesn't want the mingling with fucking celebrity guests. She doesn't want the paparazzi. She wants none of it. But like, eventually--after so much begging--eventually Bill gets her to agree. His stylist will get a dress for her. Hair and make up is taken care of. Bill promises her that she can just slip in the back, sit at the table, and have cocktails to her heart's galore while he walks the red carpet. She doesn't have to be photographed--and truth be told, tiger's a nobody so people aren't really interested in photographing her anyway. That's fine by her.

The dress worries her, because tiger isn't exactly celebrity material but the stylist is so kind in taking measurements. Bill handles everything--the flights, the make up reservations, the hair appointments. On the day of, he checks them into the Bowery Hotel and then tiger doesn't have to worry about a thing. He shoves a fluffy robe at her, and then there's just a flurry of activity--massages first. Breakfast after. A stint in the steam room--which they absolutely have sex in. Facials. Manicures--for both. A light lunch. And then the bell rings and in come a flurry of a team ready to glamorize them--Bill's favourite groomer, his stylist, tiger's make up artist, her hair stylist. The primping process is the longest tiger has ever been through--but there's wine, there's snacks, her Big Dude is right beside her looking handsome as all hell. And when tiger puts on a dress that is worth more than she makes in a year, when her hair is all done up and her make up is perfect--she begrudgingly admits to him that yes, Beeeeeel, she does feel pretty.

"You look stunning kid," he praises, pressing a gentle kiss on her cheek. To her slight embarrassment (but secret joy), he hands his phone off to his assistant and asks for a few pictures.

And like, here's the thing right? The Met Gala has a strict policy: no spouses or couples seated together. Seriously, it's a thing. Look it up. And while tiger is mildly freaking out about that, she calms down considerably when she does see a name tag at her table that she recognizes.

Alex. Skarsgård.

Tiger smiles, Bill grimaces.

And that's what starts it, right? Bill is at a table far away but not too far, and right where he can keep her in his line of sights. He knows she wasn't looking forward to this so he wants to keep an eye on her, but then like....why the fuck does she look like she's having so much fun? Alex is cracking the whole table up, being his usual charismatic self. Tiger is laughing, guffawing actually, beyond control--her hand on his, clutching his forearm. Bill barely even makes conversation with his own table, he's staring so intently at the two of them and tiger looking like she's having the best night of her life.

Bill's blood is boiling. It boils even more when he sees tiger make a face at her main plate--her nose wrinkling, her lip curled in disgust--and without missing a beat Alex's fork swoops over, plucks all the green onions from her food, and tiger smiles gratefully at him. Bill slams his napkin down on the table.

"Excuse me," he mutters in response to the curious glances. And then he stalks over, heads right to her table, and he's so silent that she jumps a mile when she hears his voice in her ear from behind her.

"A word, kid?" he says.

"But the food just--"

"Now." he says insistently. He holds a hand out to her, helps her push her chair back and stand. But then he's basically dragging her to a restroom, and poor tiger isn't quite used to heels this high.

"Hang on bud," she pleads, "I'm not that coordinated."

But he doesn't hang on. Instead he reaches back, loops a strong arm around her waist and basically carries her on his side to the bathroom. Tiger's feet don't hit the floor for a good 200 feet. And once inside the bathroom, he locks the door and glares at her.

"If that dress wasn't couture, I'd have you on your fucking knees kid," he threatens. Tiger's eyes get wide.

"What did I do?" she asks innocently. Bill just glares.

"Having a good time, are you? Having the best night ever?" he accuses.

Tiger is starting to get a feeling what this is about, and oh man--she's about to rile her Big Dude up. Dressed to the nines, in a public place, surrounded by riches, and Bill is about to get a bit possessive over her? Tiger is a sucker for it every time.

"Yes," she plays into it, "Alex is being amazing. He's so--"

She doesn't get to finish the sentence, because Bill growls and lunges for her, pinning her back against the cool tile.

"You are mine," he snarls. Tiger just tilts her chin up, bites onto his bottom lip.

"Prove it." she challenges.

The roar Bill lets out is fucking feral. Tiger doesn't even have time to react before her dress is pulled up, he yanks his belt undone, and he's slamming into her. She moans, and he grabs her face in his hand.

"Don't come," he snarls, "Don't you dare come."

And like the good girl she is for him--she doesn't. She grits her teeth, tries to stave it off even as he slams deep into her, growls as his release fills her up, bites her neck hard enough to leave a mark. She whimpers, her knees wobbly, and tries to reach for a tissue.

"No," he grabs her hand.

"But it's messy," she pleads. But another glare is enough to silence her, and he swiftly pulls her panties up, smoothes her dress back down.

"You're going to sit there, full of my come for the rest of the night," he tells her, "And I want you to think of that, I want you to feel it, every time you look at him."

"Bill--" she whimpers. He silences her with a rough kiss.

"Go on," he said, "Back to your seat."

On shaky legs, she turns and tries to walk out as nonchalant as possible. He waits a few minutes before exiting, going to find his seat and sitting back down. He keeps an eye on her for the rest of the evening, but he doesn't even have to--every time he looks over at her, she's already staring at him--her eyes wide, needy, her knees pressed tightly together.

[kandaxxx]

I’m a raging sack of shit, but I accidentally deleted a request. I’m really lucky that I still have it copied in Word. The request was the following:

Heyyy, how are you, you wonderful human being? I found this blog this morning and I'm in love with your writings 💘 Can I maybe make a request? A scenario where Kanda's so went on a mission and went missing. Like a huge battle took place, everything was destroyed, so was thought to be dead for a couple months. But suddenly shescomes back to the Orden all covered in bandages with a scar on her face, still limping, turns out she was seriously wounded and was in a coma like state all this time

Hi ok so like, I am so sorry that this took me months to get around to. If you follow me, you’ve probably seen my posts whining about my depression, my work schedule, and my surgeries and such. But I still feel like a literal piece of human garbage that I couldn’t spare an hour or so to do this. I am hoping that it’s good enough that it’s worth that wait??

Ok so like it’s garbage but my brain won’t do more than this so....my bad dawg.

Were days always this long? It seemed as though each day was longer than the last.

Yu Kanda spent every second that he was awake—which was most of them, as sleep seemed to enjoy eluding him—doing something to keep himself occupied. If he didn’t, he’d suddenly remember the way your hair smelled when your head was tucked against his chest, arms warm as they wrapped around him in the comfort of one of their beds. He’d remember the way you’d grin as you moved, lightning fast, to snag some tempura from his tray at mealtimes. He'd remember the way that when he sulked walking through the rain on a mission, you'd laugh and dance in it, oblivious to the water soaking your clothing.

He’d remember the way that he couldn’t save you.

Kanda had yelled your name when the blast went off as he charged towards you.

But he hadn’t been fast enough. He hadn't been fucking fast enough.

The blast went off and threw his body back, in the opposite direction of where you stood.

When it was over, he had dragged his bloody and broken body through the wreckage shouting your name as his ears rang. He had thrashed in the grasp of the Finders who picked him up. He had screamed at them to let go, that he needed to find you.

Before he could argue further, darkness had taken him and kept him from searching you out.

He had woken up in a medical cot, immediately rasping out your name.

And his eyes had gone wide in disbelief when the Finders told him that your body had never been recovered.

It had been about four months since that day.

It had been four months of darkness for him.

He hadn’t spoken to anybody if he didn’t have to. He performed his missions dutifully and well. But he spoke to nobody.

And after a few weeks, everybody had given up. Lavi didn’t tease him. Allen didn’t pick fights. Even Lenalee and Marie kept their distance.

It was the empty look in his eyes that kept them away. No one could bear to see him this way.

And he was glad for that. He couldn’t find the energy to socialize. He had never liked socializing, but he felt so empty that the thought of even trying to talk to anybody about anything left him exhausted.

He couldn’t even drag himself to the cafeteria to eat. He had originally thought that maybe he’d waste away. And that would be welcome; if he wasted away to nothingness, would he be free of this pain?

Someone had left trays of soba noodles in front of his door every day. He wasn't sure who it was, though he suspected it to have been Lenalee. But he didn't care either. After a few days, he had given in to eating a few scant bites of what his favorite meal had once been. His body’s will to live appeared to be stronger than his mind’s, unfortunately for him.

Today he stood before Komui’s desk giving his report. He had just returned from a mission in India that had gone smoothly, save for the flashbacks of you fighting along his side. He hated how used to those he was getting; at first, they had nearly left him paralyzed. But now he was so numb to his own pain that the flashbacks were hardly more than a nuisance that he just had to work around.

Komui smiled as he nodded, though it didn’t reach his eyes. He had tried, at first, to rouse Kanda. He would enter Kanda’s room each morning, with a mug of white tea in hand, only to find that the one that he had left on Kanda’s nightstand the morning before sat there, full. But like everybody else, he had given up after some time.

He heard the door to the room open behind him. But Kanda continued to talk, as he had no intentions of being interrupted. The faster he finished his report, the faster he could return to the solace of his cold, desolate room.

But he saw the way Komui’s eyes went wide. He watched curiously as Komui dropped the pen that he had been tapping against his lip. The sound of it clacking onto his desk was suddenly deafening.

He turned slowly and when he saw you standing there, he blinked. Was he hallucinating? He often pictured lotus flowers everywhere. And that woman. And Alma.

There was a visage of you standing in the doorway, your hands folded down in front of yourself. You wore street clothes. Your expression was a blend of astonishment and affection.

But the room seemed to light up around your frame. Colors were brighter, more vibrant. The room felt warmer—not hot, just comfortably warm. The kind of warmth you got on a winter’s day when you curled up in front of a fire.

You were real.

“Kanda.” You gasped out, tears forming in your eyes at the sight of him.

Time seemed to stand still, as cliché was it was, as he stared at you. His eyes were wide, his brows a little furrowed. His lips were parted as a silent gasp escaped them.

Why were you standing here? Where had you been? You were alive?

Kanda’s body moved faster than his brain could think. He took long, quick strides across the room towards you.

You began to smile at him. In your time away, you had missed a lot of things.

But you had missed Kanda the most. There was no competition.

You yelped when his hand wrapped harshly around your upper arm and continued to storm, spinning you around and then dragging you with him as he left the room.

You ground your feet into the ground, slapped at his arm, and yanked your arm as hard as you could to try and free yourself. “Kanda!” You barked out.

He whipped around then, the movement so quick his ponytail flew behind him like a whip and you fell back against the wall. You stared up at him with large, wet eyes.

“You’re alive?” He breathed the words out, and his eyes widened as he said them, as though he were shocked by them.

You weren’t given a chance to answer before his hands were cupping your face. His thumbs grazed slowly over your face, as if he were trying to make sure you were real, that you really were there. He had to feel you, he had to make sure. He doubted his heart could take it if this was just an illusion.

You gave a wet laugh as you leaned your head into one of his hands and smiled. “I’m here, Kanda.”

His thumb grazed over the pink scar that marred your face. His brows furrowed, and you realized it was with hurt. He had been protective of you since you guys realized that you were more than just allies. His eyes flickered down, and he realized that your body was covered in all sorts of healed injuries. All sorts of scars. You watched the way that his lips twisted into a snarl. You knew him well enough to know that he was thinking violent thoughts about those who had blemished your body so.

It was your turn to celebrate your return. You had zero intentions of letting your injuries stop you from your reunion. Before he could comment on the wounds, you cupped his face in your own hands as you leaned onto your toes. You pressed your lips to his softly, smiling and humming to yourself. It was familiar, as though it hadn’t been months since you had done it.

He returned the kiss feverishly, as though he were afraid that he’d never get to do it again. But he drew himself back after only a few moments, resting his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, you’re here.” He smiled. You felt tears roll down your face in response to it. Even you had never been graced with the presence of his smile very often. But here it was.

You moved your hands to cup over his. “Let’s go back to your room. I want to catch up. In more ways than one.” You smiled deviously and Kanda laughed. He laughed. It was more of a bark mixed with a wheeze, as though it had been so long since he had laughed that his throat had forgotten how to do it. But you could see through his smile and the way his eyes were lit up what it was.

Your home was the Order.

His was home in your company, in your warmth.

Now he was home.

He didn’t think he’d ever be home again.

And he’d make sure that he never lost his home again. He swore it to himself.

[travoltacustom]

FANTASY SOUL TRADE - Chapter 7: Thinking of the possibilities

Now that all of The Dirty Dawg have assembled, it’s time to try and get to bottom of things.

For the seventh chapter, continue to read on! I HIGHLY recommend that you log in to ARB and LISTEN to the voices because it is very much a CURSED event.

SETTING: JAKURAI’s house

RAMUDA (JAKURAI) Here you go

SAMATOKI (ICHIRO) Thank you.

ICHIRO (SAMATOKI) ‘Scuse me

[ They drink some tea ]

JAKURAI (RAMUDA) Haa~. The tea leaves are great but the way they were brewed sucks.

SAMATOKI (ICHIRO) Jakurai-san, Ramuda put the effort in to actually brew us...

ICHIRO (SAMATOKI) Dumbass, Sensei’s over there, and this guy’s Ramuda.

SAMATOKI (ICHIRO) T-This is way too complicated…

RAMUDA (JAKURAI) Shall we go over things again…? Firstly, I’m in Ramuda, Ichiro-kun is in Samatoki-kun. Samatoki-kun is in Ichiro, and Ramuda-kun is in me. Is that it?

ICHIRO (SAMATOKI) Yeah.

SAMATOKI (ICHIRO) Sounds’ right.

JAKURAI (RAMUDA) Yup yup! That’s right!

RAMUDA (JAKURAI) Why would such a strange thing happen?... Do you know anyone else that swapped?

ICHIRO (SAMATOKI) Nah.

SAMATOKI (ICHIRO) There’s nobody.

JAKURAI (RAMUDA) Nobody else, huh?

RAMUDA (JAKURAI) I don’t know anybody either… But, there must be a reason behind this phenomenon. And we’d have to find out that reason to solve this then.

SAMATOKI (ICHIRO) That sounds about right… 

ICHIRO (SAMATOKI) Something like that... Though, any seriousness of the situation is kinda lost when you’re saying it with Ramuda’s face.

SAMATOKI (ICHIRO) The more I stare at ‘Ramuda’ the less I’m able to understand who he is anymore. [1]

RAMUDA (JAKURAI) My apologies. I understand this too. Ramuda doesn’t usually have this kind of expression on his face, so it naturally just grins on its own if I leave it alone.

JAKURAI (RAMUDA) Ehh?! Why is everyone so mean??? You guys are treating me like I’m a child!

SAMATOKI (ICHIRO) I can’t even take Sensei’s face seriously with that pose…

ICHIRO (SAMATOKI) It’s so uptight...

RAMUDA (JAKURAI) Ugh… W-We have to swap back as soon as possible… I-I can feel my spirit breaking…

JAKURAI (RAMUDA) Ahaha~ Amemura-kun? You’re not well, are you? As a doctor, I, Jakurai Jinguji, shall examine you!

RAMUDA (JAKURAI) Gh…

JAKURAI (RAMUDA) What’s this? Amemura-kun? Why’s your face like that? Is there a problem with the genius quack, Jakurai Jinguji???

[ JAKUDA moves threateningly towards the parasite inhabiting his body, but is stopped by SAMACHIRO ]

SAMATOKI (ICHIRO) Jakurai-san, please calm down…

RAMUDA (JAKURAI) I’m sorry… Ichiro-kun…

ICHIRO (SAMATOKI) Cut it out already!

[ SAMACHIRO hits RAMURAI ]

JAKURAI (RAMUDA) Owie! Samatoki hit me~.

SAMATOKI (ICHIRO) Hah… I’m sick of this..

[ TIME PASSES ]

RAMUDA (JAKURAI) Let’s go back over things. I can think of one possibility as to how this phenomenon happened…

SAMATOKI (ICHIRO) And.. that is?

RAMUDA (JAKURAI) That would be…

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[1] The line here refers to the Gestalt Collapse - A JP term which describes the phenomenon of a complex character breaking down into its component parts in one's mind and losing its meaning if one stares at it for a short while. I believe that Saburo also used this in a previous event?

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