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ppumeonae-bigvibe · 2 years ago

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ateez x ship dynamics headcannons

find more content here: ateez masterlist disclaimer: this is all a fig of my imagination, do not point fingers at me i will get scared ↬ word count: 717 words in total a/n: i absolutely had a brain-rot thinking about this in my short 15 minute bus ride home today so might as well !

tough guy x cinnabun ➯ hongjoong

hongjoong as: tough guy

if anything, hongjoong’s got that look (the panty smoldering look-)

if you’re the sweet innocent type, hongjoong is bound to fall for you and swears on his life to protect you from anything

also the brooding type, who would protectively stand behind you in anything

he is bordering between that line of being obsessive - hands around your waist type beat

clueless x blunt ➯ seonghwa

seonghwa as: blunt type

(do you not see the way he carries himself: like he KNOWS the power he has over us)

unfortunately if you’re the clueless type (which is absolutely me), his actions would just fly past you and you’d probably think of him as a friend

boy is trying his best to make you see that he’s trying to woo you, but you brush it off

do friends kiss- (because that was seonghwa’s last resort to make you SEE he adores you)

big x small ➯ yunho

yunho as: tall type

this obviously goes without saying because he is REALLY tall

but uhm, if you’re as tall as him then he’d try even harder to be taller than you (it will end up as a cute competition, i’d say)

BUT if he is indeed taller than you, he will not hesitate to coddle you at any given opportunity: tucking you in his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head

best part is when he spoons you? YEAH end of conversation i am sad and imagining this right now

emotionless x emotional ➯ yeosang

yeosang as: emotionless type

now now, this is definitely not true: yeosang is expressive

he’s slowly warming up to you, a person who expresses themselves freely

he’s staring at you as you animatedly tell him about every and anything that happened to you and he’s going like, “damn this person is so full of life-”

and like i said, he’s slowly warming up to you and your expressions and he’d pick up your mannerisms along the way

yeah now imagine you’re san in that gif ajsdhkasjdhaksdj

cat x dog ➯ san

san as: dog type

playful energy all the time, ready to let loose and have a bit of fun

would 11/10 melt if you gave him attention (like any form of attention), asks you for head pats the most

he’s an absolute ball of unbridled excitement

whereas you’d be the more chill one, just taking things in stride

san likes it when he’s up early in the morning and he’s just gazing lovingly at you

dumbass x their dumbass ➯ mingi

mingi as: dumbass

getting himself into trouble seemed to be the norm and you’re there to get him out of it

or even if he didn’t get himself in trouble he’s a bit of the clumsy type, a (cute) bumbling fool who could get away with just about everything with that pretty smile of his

that also meant everyone immediately associated you with mingi and vice versa because “he’s your monkey, he’s your circus

playful + popular x nerdy + serious ➯ wooyoung

wooyoung as: playful + popular

in my mind wooyoung is that nice person, all-rounder just so swoon worthy in a school setting (mmm a bit like rivals to lovers but none of you are rivals)

you’d have fallen for him first but your crush being hidden under wraps because you’re that much of a wallflower

not until you caught his attention when he spilt milk on your shoes

since then he has been teasing you, attempting to find you to bother you everyday

he finds himself so caught up by you he falls in love with you too awhh

chaotic on the outside x chaotic on the inside ➯ jongho

jongho as: chaotic on the inside

he doesn’t show his “goofy, quirky” side ever too often for he’s trying to go for that chic and friendly look

but as soon as the opportunity lands right smack at his feet, he’d take it

in FACT, he’d grab YOU along and run with that chance, ready to pull a prank

you two have a slightly mean streak of humour but what’s done is all in the name of friendship and are generally harmless

the bonus points if you two instigate something and manage to not get blamed for it

#ppumeonae-bigvibe #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez kim hongjoong #ateez park seonghwa #ateez jung yunho #ateez jung wooyoung #ateez kang yeosang #ateez choi san #ateez song mingi #ateez choi jongho #ateez x reader

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princecharmingwinks · 4 years ago

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Sterek Fic Rec - January 2021. My goodness can’t believe we are already halfway through the first month of a new year. But here we are! Here’s to another list of recommended fics. Enjoy!

Catch us in the mirror (it looks a lot like love) by Tails89 (1/1 | 4,691 | Mature)

“You’re lucky to have found a mate like Stiles.”

“Mm,” Derek nods, eyes following Stiles back towards the house. The words sink in and he freezes, mind frantically replaying every interaction he’s had with Stiles over the last few days, wondering how they could have possibly given her that impression.

Stiles is- he’s Stiles. He’s funny and smart and kind and— they’re not mates, no matter how much Derek might wish otherwise.

Hear me say I love you by devilscut (1/1 | 5,735 | Explicit)

Derek is finally giving Stiles the 'D' or rather the 'Double D' (Derek's Dick) as he likes to call it and sexing him up real good, like so, so beyond good. Only lately - and he'd never thought he'd say this - Stiles has noticed that it's starting to not be enough. Is their new arrangement purely physical or does it mean more to Derek as well? How can Stiles tell when the wolf isn't talking and he's saying way too much?

just my type by sterekhale (1/1 | 8,884 | Explicit)

After another failed date, Stiles' friend sets him up with her co-worker, who she swears is "his type".

Just Maybe I'll Come Home by spaceprincessem (1/1 | 25,589 | Teen)

“Now remember,” Deaton said as he stood in front of them, “everything that you’re seeing is an illusion. Stiles is the only true thing in there and you need to help him realize that what he is experiencing isn’t real.”

Derek nodded his head, words failing him. He let himself relax back into the fabric, the feel of Scott’s claws making his hair stand on end. For Stiles. He repeated over and over again in his mind, ignoring the ache in his chest, because he definitely did not have time to think about that right now. He could feel Scott’s hesitation, the hammering of the younger alpha’s heart beat making Derek’s head spin.

“Scott!” He barked before he growled in pain as claws met flesh and Derek’s world went black.

of twizzlers and tech support by bleep0bleep (1/1 | 1,161 | General)

WHERE IS THE FIC WHERE STILES CALLS TECH SUPPORT ON HIS FIRST DAY BUT GETS THE MAINLINE FOR JUNIOR VP DEREK HALE AND DEREK JUST IS HELPFUL

AND STILES JUST CALLS BACK

WHENEVER

HE CAN’T PRINT OR WHATEVS. SO DEREK IS LOADING PAPER DOWN ON THE 28TH FLOOR WHEN HE SHOULD BE ON 49TH IN A MEETING WITH HIS SISTERS

Some of us are human by aconitum (sugarandspace) (1/1 | 2,446 | Not Rated)

While researching the newest threat with Stiles, Derek comes across a box under Stiles' bed. The box has the words "open when I'm dead" written on it and for a moment Derek forgets how to breathe.

Not your circus: not your monkey by Jmeelee (1/1 | 2,535 | General)

It started the year Stiles’ mom forced him to perform onstage at the Polish Community Center, and Derek Hale threatened to rip Jackson Whittmore’s throat out with his teeth.

Things You Said Too Quietly by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemilyj) (1/1 | 1,107 | General)

Sometimes, Stiles wouldn’t hear Derek. His mind too focused on the plans being formed, the arguments being yelled, the shouts that weren’t so easily discernible through the background noise of growls and huffs. He’d look around at the pack, trying to focus on one voice, figure out what their next move was, and somehow his eyes always landed on Derek.

Espresso Yourself by fuchs (1/1 | 2,995 | Not Rated)

There’s a clatter and Stiles looks over the girl’s shoulder to find a guy standing behind her. He’s wearing an apron, dark to match the rest of the shop, darker still all down the middle where there’s a coffee stain spreading rapidly. He's staring at Stiles with wide blue-green eyes, and when Stiles meets his gaze he opens his mouth, closes his mouth, and then turns tail and disappears into what Stiles assumes is the kitchen.

Which is a little weird.

It’s not exactly the first time anyone has purposefully avoided him, but Stiles usually knows those people and they usually have a good excuse. This guy? Stiles doesn’t recognise this guy from Adam. Although he certainly wouldn’t mind roleplaying Steve.

A self-indulgent coffeeshop au turned into Laura/Stiles bromance turned into prom fic.

Not Until The Third Date by kaistrex (weishen) (1/1 | 1,149 | General)

Derek knows he must be hallucinating as he stares, bleary-eyed, down at a little fox trying to steal his bag of chips in the middle of the snacks aisle of the grocery store.

“Batman! What's taking so—?”

Derek’s head snaps up to stare at the owner of the voice who's just rounded the end of the aisle, a dark-haired, dark-eyed man pushing a cart towards him.

The man rests his elbows on the handle of his shopping cart, the quirk of a smile lending warmth to eyes not as dark as Derek had first thought. “You must be Derek Hale.”

Or in which Stiles has a fox familiar named Batman who likes to meddle.

princecharmingwinks special mentions (the Hale family feels in this fic are incredible!!)

I want to love you, I want to pass it on (I wanna give and give 'til it's all gone) by Gorgeousgreymatter (1/1 | 8,859 | Explicit)

“Good,” Derek murmurs, “because you’re going to do something for me.” The wolf grins, pulls away, and Stiles whines needily because somehow he always ends up being the needy one. Which isn’t fair, at all, but he can’t help it, okay?

“I thought we went over the whole asking questions thing,” Stiles says. “Question marks, Derek. Question marks.”

“Ha ha,” Derek says, nosing into Stiles’s cheek. “Don’t worry, it’s not a hard thing. And you’ll even like it, I promise.”

“Is it a sex thing?” Stiles asks, “because it’s starting to sound like a sex thing.”

And there we have it. Another rec list done. Please remember to leave kudos and comments for our fabulous writers. Writers you make my world a brighter place and I love you! <3

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legends-live-in-memories · 4 years ago

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“How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoire by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng 1

Soooooo I decided to write this. much longer than the other things i posted, also very tonally different. I will definitely continue that other fic tho. I was just brainstorming and now this exists. Yeah.

without further ado

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

People Fucked Up and Now It’s All Marinette’s Mess to Clean Up I

This was not how Marinette planned for her night to go. Granted, she also could not envision it going literally any other way. The woes of making a deal with the hell-raiser himself, John Constantine, she supposes. She truly hoped Adrien was having a much better time than her with his cousin in London. After the circus that was the past three years, he deserved some reprieve, even if it was with his bratty doppelganger. Regardless, Marinette. Was. Not. Pleased. No matter how many times she thinks over her plan, recalculates every step and decision, she could not fathom this night ending well for her, or anyone really, but mostly her. And no amount of old Ladybug or Guardian luck could help her. Now, if one were to wonder what kind of tragedy had befallen Marinette on this disgraceful night, a brief history of the last three months could enlighten such a person. Or better yet, let’s start at the beginning. The Real Beginning.

So, things existed. Obviously. First there was nothing, and then, something. And as more things began to exist, as new schools of knowledge and concepts and ideas began to, well, exist, Kwamis formed as well. Each Kwami was the physical manifestation of these ideas or abstracts. Creation was the first, coupled with Destruction. And as more things began to exist, more things began needing to be protected. Thus, the Kwami of Protection. This went on. For a while. Soon thereafter there were Kwamis of all types. Jubilation, Time, Strength, etc, etc, and etc. Now these Kwamis did not linger in one spot. They roamed across the far stretches of existence and interacted with the life they found.

Some Kwamis decided to form a magical pact which intergalactic historians would later dub the Emotional Electromagnetic Spectrum. Sounds familiar? The Kwamis themselves were completely blissfully unaware of this title, lest they would have explained to these beings, Maltusians they were called, that they were not in fact, electromagnetic but more so a part of the Powers that Be. Kind of. But this side-story involves the formation of a few universally known Lantern Corps, and that is a barrel of monkeys our exasperated narrator does not want to touch with a ten-foot pole. Or ever.

Other Kwamis, who stuck close to what would become known as the Milky Way, were discovered by a mage who granted them the ability to interact with humans. This mage— and Marinette was silently cursing his descendants, herself included, for if it weren’t for this absolute mad lad, none of the subsequent events of this night would have transcribed—had bound the Kwamis to magical jewelry called Miraculouses. An interesting side effect of these Kwamis being bound to the miraculouses was that the wearer could call upon the powers of the Kwamis for their own usage. The mage feared what could become of the world if this kind of power became so easily accessible, so he created the Order of the Guardians. The Order was dedicated to training young mages to protect, wield and harvest the powers of the miraculouses. The Order swore to true neutrality; wishing not to impose their will on one side or the other, to maintain balance and to not upset the natural order of the world.

This went surprisingly well for a few millennia, that is, of course, if you ignore the sinking of Atlantis, the extinction of the dinosaurs, the Black Plague, the creation of the Lazarus Pits, Pompeii, to name a few completely egregious instances—not necessarily in order of course—and well, the point stands that it could have been astronomically worse. Until it was.

One young mage and Guardian in training had caused the downfall of almost the entire Order of the Guardians. All the centuries of history, teachings, artifacts and even the people at the head temple, were lost to the calamity. Dozens of Miraculous Boxes were lost, destroyed in the fray. The Kwamis themselves were relatively unaffected, being immortal and all, but the magical jewelry binding them to the earth were broken, thus those Kwamis were lost to mankind once again. Only one singular box, and the young mage himself, survived. The new Guardian of one miraculous box was left to scour the earth in solitude. Well, about as much solitude one could have with 17 pocket gods as company. The fact that the only box that survived was missing two more miraculouses caused the already stressed guardian to grey further. But that tidbit of information would be a problem for later. And for someone else entirely too. Oh joy.

But before that sequence of events, aptly named “Marinette’s Trial by Fire,” however, the young guardian had a couple more life mistakes to make before he reached his internal quota apparently. Rather than travel to another sector of the Order on the other side of the earth, this young mage stumbled upon another organization, one similar in architecture and hierarchy but a pendulum swing in the total moral opposite. Yes, that’s right, the guardian found himself upon the League of Shadows, led by Ra’s Al Ghul in his endeavor of global cleansing; by acts of ecoterrorism, but who sweats the small stuff, right? There, the young guardian, who adopted the name of Wang Fu, met his first love Ming Hong and they had a son. The son had a daughter he named Mei. Now Mei was only a few weeks younger than Ra’s Al Ghul’s grandson, Damian. Now with an appropriate heir, and someone to procreate with said heir, Ra’s Al Ghul gained a special interest in the small Fu family that originally flew under the radar of the League.

Now this is where things continue to go downhill, but not until much, much later in this story. Ra’s Al Ghul, despite his radical ambitions, was particularly good at playing the long game and understood when he couldn’t accomplish a task directly. This being said, he recognized that, due to prolonged exposure to the Lazarus Pits, his soul could not bear the strain of being a wielder of a miraculous and so he waited. Waited until a suitable heir was sired and could copulate with an heir to the guardian of the miraculous box, desiring to create a bloodline of genetically suitable successors and wielders who were loyal to him and his cause.

Ra’s ordered for the Fu family to have a place on his court and ordered for Mei Fu to be trained in mastering the secrets of the miraculous. And master she did. By age 6 she was fluent in the coded language of the magical text, or as fluent a 6 year old can be in any language, and she had mastered 7 out the 17 miraculouses. By age 10 she was as skilled as the grandson of the Demon Head in combat and could handle simultaneous wear of 3 miraculouses. Her training, however, had to be put on hold as somebody thought usurping the Demon Head was of the utmost importance that glorious Tuesday and staged a coup. She wished Deathstroke had lost more than an eye that day, but a girl can dream she supposes. Mei and her grandfather were separated from the rest of the League and journeyed west. Somehow they ended up in Paris, France. After one too many run ins with the authorities, Mei was removed from her grandfather, who was deemed too unfit to support her. It was a miracle he wasn’t deported.

Mei was put into protective custody where she resided until she was 13. Recently adopted, and thoroughly done with the plebeians of her daily encounters, Mei Fu became Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of the best bakers in Paris. All was well and good for the new Dupain-Cheng until the start of the new school year.

She met her grandfather again. And apparently he had a job for her and her soon to be new partner.

Hawkmoth, that bitch, had somehow acquired the two last surviving miraculouses and the only surviving grimoire and thought domestic terrorism was on the agenda for the next few years. Why? Because investing in a family therapist was too much of an inconvenience for local recluse, Gabriel McFucking Agreste, Marinette would shortly learn.

After dealing with all of that and juggling between her reignited guardian training, and ‘normal’ girl life—because her parents don’t know that she’s a magical girl in the making—, Marinette was ready to sleep for a thousand years. Or commit murder. Whichever gave her enough serotonin to complete her current passion project. But, alas, no rest for the totally-over-it or however that saying goes. Because after declaring Paris safe once again, sending off her brother-in-arms, Adrien Agreste, to family in London (marginally decent but anything beats the abusive prick of a sperm donor), in waltz one drunken John Constantine.

Ah yes. Him. That absolute bastard who doesn’t deserve nice things in life. That guy.

This unpleasantry approached Master Fu and Marinette, who has been regulated to errand-girl in lieu of training, with a job that he proclaimed that only one blessed with magic, and specifically NOT connected to the Justice League could accomplish. Apparently, a group called the Cult of the Kobra resided on Santa Prisca and was in possession of a dangerous magical artifact that had been the backbone of their organization for years. Constantine came to them asking them for assistance in retrieving it as the Justice League could not interfere in the Caribbean due to new UN legislation. It was a mission of utmost urgency for he feared the cult leader, Kobra himself, was planning on enacting a ritual that could bring calamity to Earth. Which is just what the doctor ordered. Not. In exchange, he agreed to add to her magical training as while master Fu was good, he was still young when he ran away from his problems the first time and thus was limited in his magical knowledge.

That was three months ago. Three months of planning, training, and convincing her parents that letting her go on an extended retreat for an undetermined amount of time with her mostly absent biological grandfather was totally reasonable for the seventeen year old to do. Like, come on. She’s almost old enough to drink, almost ready for university and has been praised for her independence and self-sufficiency for years. She’ll be fine is what she told her parents and she was almost able to convince herself of that too. She would be perfectly fine. Right?

Wrong.

Marinette was anything but fine. She was stressed, she was tired and she was abso-fucking-lutely pissed at anything that even breathed in her direction. Why? Well that brings us back to the beginning of the story when everything on this mission did not go according to plan. So here she was along what was once upon a time the eastern coastline of Santa Prisca. Oh and look. The Junior Justice League has arrived.

Purrrrfect.

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#maribat #marinette x damian #daminette #i was bored and left unattended #no salt in case you were wondering #yes i am looking at you antis who feel like stalking this tag #im not tagging characters cuz reasons #badass!marinette dupain cheng #idk what plot this is going to have or how heavy the romance is but this just exists so #i wrote this at 1 am #hdath #thats the fic tag im gonna use if i post more

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russianringmaster · 5 years ago

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About...

Full Name: Sergei Smirnov

Nickname: None

Age: 43

Date of Birth: June 7, 1981

Zodiac: Gemini/Year of the Rooster

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Nationality: Russian

Hometown: Uglich, Russia

Current Residence: Varied

Occupation: Ringmaster

For how long?: For 17 years

Do they like his/her job?: He enjoys it.

Salary: Unknown

Abilities: Leadership

If they had an element, what would it be?: Air

Can they use it?: No

What animal best represents them?: Eurasian Lynx

Hand-to-Hand capability: Slightly above average

When did they start learning?: Ten years old

Who taught them?: His father.

Weapons training: Guns and knives

When did they start learning?: Ten years old

Who taught them?: His father

Physical strength: Average

Speed: Average

Planning: Well versed

Powers: None

Family

Any significant ancestors?: None

Grandparents (describe relationship): He adored his grandparents

Aunts/Uncles (describe relationship): They get along well.

Parents (describe relationship): He adores both parents. His father didn’t live long enough to see Sergei get put in prison. His mother is disappointed by this but still loves her son.

Are they still together?: No

Birth order: Oldest

Siblings (describe relationship): A younger sister

Nieces/Nephews: Two nieces.

Children (describe relationship): N/a

Are all children with the same partner?: N/a

Is their relationship with their children important to character?: N/a

Grandchildren (describe relationship): N/a

What is the character’s family life like: Up until he joined the circus, his family life was calm and quiet.

What does their family love most about them?: His discipline.

Hate?: His mother hates that he took a dark path and was sent to prison.

Does the family have a specific set of values?: Discipline and respect.

What would their family be described like by another person?: Warm and organized.

Have they ever had any pets?: Yes.

What happened to them?: He still has the four wolves and spider monkey.

Relationships

Are they a virgin?: No

How did they lose it?: At seventeen, on graduation night.

Have they ever cheated on a partner?: No

Has a partner ever cheated on them?: Yes

How did they react?: He beat up the other guy and dumped his high school sweetheart.

Who was their first crush?: His high school sweetheart

First love?: His high school sweetheart.

Have they ever been married?: No

Divorced?: No

How many times have they been married/divorced?: 0

Are they in any kind of romantic relationship?: Not at the current time.

Describe the relationship with their current partner: N/A

Who made the first move?: N/A

How does your character truly feel about their partner?: N/A

Who is your characters closest friend?: N/A

How did they meet?: N/A

Why do they get along so well?: N/A

Describe relationship with any other significant friends: N/A

Favorites

Favorite foods: Beef Stroganoff

Least favorite food: Pelmeni

Favorite colors: Black

Least favorite color: Yellow

Music: Rock and Pop

Literature: Biographies and mysteries

Smell: hickory being burned in a fire.

Feeling: Enjoys feeling organized.

Season: Fall and winter

Pets: Dogs

Place: Alexandria Bay, New York.

Favorite sport(s): Isn’t really into sports.

Favorite Sayings: N/A

Possession this character values most: His whip

Why is it so important to them?: It’s become an extension of himself at this point.

Physical Characteristics

Height: 6’3”

Weight: 148 pounds

Body build: Slender

Eye Color: Dark Blue

Glasses or contact lenses?: Neither

Hair Color: Black (partially bald)

Type of hair: Straight

Hairstyle: Short/neatly trimmed/partially bald

Complexion and skin tone: Clear/Light skin tone

Any particular blemishes?: Some scars on his arms and shoulders from animal training.

Shape of Face: Long, slender, angular

Style: (Elegant, shabby etc.): Monochromatic

Intellectual/Mental/Personality Attributes and Attitudes

Did they go to school?: Yes.

Where?: Yakutsk

What did they learn?: Average school lessons.

Did they complete the curriculum?: Yes

What were their grades like?: Slightly above average.

Native language: Russian

Do they know any other languages?: Russian, English, and German

What are their strengths?: Leadership

Weaknesses?: Being insulted

Manner of Writing: Somewhat elegant.

Any Mental Illnesses?: No

Character’s short-term goals in life: Survival

Character’s long-term goals in life: Survival

How does your Character see themselves?: He think pretty highly of himself.

How does your character believe they are perceived by others?: He is well aware that most people that meet him do not like him

How self-confident is your character?: reasonably self-confident.

What makes their self-confidence waver?: His prison time.

What would embarrass your character the most?: Mentioning the above statement

How does your character feel about love: He can take it or leave it.

About crime: He has no problems with it.

Politics?: Prefers not to discuss politics.

People of a different sexuality?: He has no problem with various sexualities.

Different nationality/race?: He finds it intriguing seeing different skin colors and learning about different nationalities.

How does your character show affection/love?: He usually will tell you outright how he feels.

How does your character handle grief? He shuts himself off more than usual.

What are they like when they cry?: A hot mess (if you can actually get him to cry)

What can make them cry?: It depends

How does your character handle physical pain?: It depends on how bad the pain is.

Emotional pain?: It depends on what kind of/how much emotional pain you’re putting him through.

Is your character typically a leader or a follower?: A leader.

Are they ‘big picture’ or 'little details’?: A mix of both.

What kind of energy level does your character typically display?: Reasonably energetic

Describe their sense of humor: Sarcastic

Hobbies: Reading, listening to music.

Talents: Organizing.

Extremely unskilled at: Dancing.

If any, what musical instruments can they play?: the piano

Emotional Characteristics

How does character relate to others?: It depends on the person/situation.

How does the character deal with anger?: It depends on whom he’s dealing with.

With sadness?: He emotionally shuts himself off or become an emotional mess.

With conflict?: He will wait and see if things will be in his favor.

With change?: He has learned to handle change reasonably well.

With loss?: It depends on who/what he has lost.

What does your character want out of life?: To survive

What would your character like to change in his/her life?: To settle down in one spot.

What motivates your character?: Survival.

What frightens your character?: Prison

Are they afraid of the Dark?: No

Death?: No

What makes your character happy?: Being organized.

Sad?: Seeing things spiral out of control.

Angry?: Almost everything.

Aroused?: Silk sheets, his partner nibbling on his earlobe.

Guilty?: His occasional overindulgence Smirnoff.

Is your character judgmental of others?: It depends on the person.

Is your character generous or stingy?: It varies from person to person

Is your character generally polite or rude?: When meeting new people, he always puts his best foot forward.

Optimistic or Pessimistic?: a mix of both.

Introvert or Extrovert?: Introvert.

Daredevil or Cautious?: Cautious

Logical or Emotional?: Logical with a touch of emotional.

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: Methodical and neat.

Would they rather be working or relaxing?: It depends.

How do they feel about animals?: He knows they’re essential to his circus.

They are most at ease when: Being in the center ring.

Ill at ease when: Around police.

What is their best quality?: Being organized

What is their biggest flaw?: Short tempered, loud, and cruel (but he’s working on getting rid of those qualities though)

Additional Notes on This Character:

Theme Song: Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Parade, I Write Sins, Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco

#About #The Secret Life of Pets 2 #Sergei #About Sergei #Character Info

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years ago

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khkt 12.08.19 lb

that sanjivani lb legit exhausted me. had to take a 3 hour nap after it.

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god i really want a samosa rn. it's been ages since i've had a good one.

sona is talking about how she wishes she can go back in time and prevent what happened to pooja and this fool is munching samosa and looking at his jacket in her bag. abbe tere behen ki baat kar rahi hai!!!!!

oh sona, you're a good actress, but you're not THAT good.

"ichchadhaari saamp aadmi."

thoda zyaada mazze nahi le raha yeh?

god i am dying of second hand embarrassment for my girl. rohit eat your damn samosa and gtfo man.

snort. i like ravi bhaiyya.

oh baby girl.

he's enjoying this. he's really really enjoying this.

the way she's handing it over..... as if she's handing over her dil wrapped up in the jacket. girl you're a professional actress for godssake. HIDE YOUR CRUSH BETTER.

nethra watching this from bg, and smirking away to god's glory.

oh goddddddd, her lovey heart is amplifying this jacket (given with oodles of sexy smoulder) as a reciprocation of crushy feelings.

god sis, you’ve got it soooooooooo bad. i do not envy you at all, being in love is hella embarrassing and i never want to do it.

i really really wish nishi was there to beat sumit up. i was robbed of this, i tell you, robbed!

shut up Insignificant Sippy Brother™.

pooja actress looks like a love child of aditi rao hydari and malavika mohanan.

ok blah blah speech by badi mama.

due credit to sonakshi.

mummy's approving smile at rohit finally seeing the good side of sonakshi is the sweetest.

pari stalking ISB. don't care, fwding.

blah blah suman praising her for it.

lol i never recognize ajit when his hair is pushed back.

haha rohit commented on it too.

blah blah sapiens3 wing, more patients etc etc.

"sir iske liye toh humein sonakshi maam ko thank karna chahiye!"

"unhone invent kii hai?" lmaooooooooooooooo

dude wtf, this show's lvl of ppl stanning sonakshi is a little ridiculous. what the fuck even are these other doctors suggesting, ki sonakshi come visit patients as parvati every month?!?!?! IT'S THE MOST DUMBASS IDEA I'VE EVER HEARD. LIKE.... IF I WAS LYING IN THE HOSPITAL AND SOME TELLYWOOD ACTOR CAME TO ME AND STARTED TALKING ABOUT THE TECHNOLOGY USED TO OPERATE ON ME, I WOULD GENUINELY THINK I'M TRIPPING ON MY MEDS OR SOME SHIT.

GOD THIS IS A REALLLLLLLLLLL BAD DAY FOR MEDICINE ON TELLYWOOD.

rohit is smiling at marketing team like "not my circus, not my monkeys."

"sonakshi ki maa se baat karni hogi."

"aapko!" lmao this fucker.

sumit-less story strategy session.

lmao same track was on other show "kya karegi simmo?" (inspired by kya hoga nimmo ka?)

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh rohit was not worried at all. ainvayi bringing up his name in conversations? girl you honestly need to start crushing like an adult instead of a 14 year old.

"thodi si dosti shuru ho rahi hai...." she says, as if she isn't mentally doodling his name over and over with hearts all around it.

nethra also crushing a little bit on rohit. but like..... a healthy amount.

"tumhare surgeon..." oh nethra, aag pe ghee mat daalo pls.

WHEN WILL THEY PHASE OUT THESE BREAKING THE FOUTH WALL SCENES????????? I REALLY DO NOT LIKE THEMMMMMM.

um no, sona. i really don't think you need to gift rohit anything in return for his old, used jacket. you already helped him out a lot, at great personal expense. thoda toh limit rakho yaar. stop being the giving tree.

ugh suman.

poor YK.

lmaooooooo nishi’s reaction to this situation.

ajit appreciation break. he's like a squishy lil bunny. (though his hair kinda makes him look like a lion rn.)

rohit, if you knew all this, then why didn't you offer to talk to sonakshi directly in the first place? ainvayi YK ko suman ki khari-khoti sunwaa di.

this girl is lost in flashbacks with title track, just like her writer suggested.

oh boy. dinner. SHE'S GONNA THINK IT'S SOMETHING MORE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'T WATCH THIS I'M GETTING TOO MUCH MICHMICHIIIIIIIIII.

sach kaha, ladko ke liye gift lena bohut hi mushkil hai. main toh kehti hoon 101 rs do aur khatam karo siyappa.

OH GOD SONA WHAT ARE THESE GIRLFRIEND TYPE GIFTS FOR A DUDE YOU'VE JUST STARTED TO GET TO KNOW????? MY GOD, SIS, GET A DAMN GRIP. AT THIS POINT HE DESERVES NOTHING MORE THAN A KEYCHAIN OR SOME SHIT.

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sunbird-tells-stories · 5 years ago

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Twenty ONE Facts About Rai (From Monkey Wrench!)

This is a long time coming, but here we go!

Twenty One Facts About Rai

1.) Rai is one of the youngest of the Pedrosa Kids. He has a few siblings that are younger than him, but he’s still younger than most and is thusly considered one of the “babies” of the family. It’s a BIG family, and don’t get him started on his other relatives!

2.) Rai has a great relationship with each of his siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles and other family members, but he is still closest to Henrique. He calls him all the time, sends him snapshots of the locations he visits, usually passes messages to the rest of the family through Henrique, and is even the godparent to Henrique’s infant son. Whenever Rai manages to perfect a new technique with his wind powers, chances are it’s Henrique who he’ll run to first so he can show him.

3.) Rai was raised by his grandparents and his older siblings. His parents passed when he was younger and are deeply loved and sorely missed by their surviving children and family. Rai remembers them and thinks of them often. Rai has his dad’s penchant for jokes and his mom’s inherent kindness.

4.) Rai’s grandfather taught him all about chess. They used to play all the time back when Rai was growing up in Brazil and always had a blast going up against one another. To this day, Raimundo still hasn’t managed to beat his grandfather, but both he and his grandfather look forward to the day when he can break the old man’s winning streak.

5.) When it comes to who has the most kitchen skills in the Dragons, Rai Is number one. It comes from years of helping his grandmothers and sisters make food at home. He actually enjoys it too as it helps him blow off steam and come back to center after bad days. I Headcanon that he likes baking a touch more than cooking, that he has a cookbook somewhere in his room with all of his grandmother’s secret recipes, and that he’s always collecting recipes here and there when he’s Wu Hunting and the Dragons stop to eat. He’s a little shy about it.

6.) Rai’s love for surfing runs in the family. His grandfather was there for the rise of surfing in Brazil during the 70s, and he fell in love it with. He was then followed by all his sons, including Rai’s dad, then Rai’s older brothers and then Rai himself. Rai loves the way it feels and he loves the feeling of connection to his family he gets from it. It’s one of his greatest passions. He always hoped he’d become famous for his skills someday.

7.) Rai used to feel really out of place at the Xiaolin Temple. Back in the day, he just couldn’t see how he was supposed to get along with a high maintenance socialite, a quiet ranch hand, and an overconfident little kid with martial arts skills. But now, his world doesn’t make sense without the other Dragons in it. Rai sees Clay as the ‘soulmate’ he’s always been missing in his life and Omi as his little brother.

And then there’s Kimiko.

8.) Rai keeps a diary. No one knows about it except for Clay, because he caught him writing in it one day and Rai swore him to secrecy. And Clay being Clay neither judges him nor tells anyone about it.

Rai lies to himself and says that keeping the diary isn’t all that important to him, but he hasn’t skipped a day of writing in years and does a pretty good job of documenting current events. If you’d read all his diaries, you’d know everything that went down in his life since age 6 and all that happened at the temple since age 11-12.

9.) Rai loves futbol and adores surfing but also? He likes poetry. Like, really likes poetry. He reads it, listens to it, and even writes a lot of his own. He’s super insecure about it and refuses to talk about or show anyone his poetry. He Especially would never tell a certain someone, since a decent chunk of his poems are actually about them.

10.) Rai likes a lot of contemporary Brazilian music and pop/party music in general, but he also has a weak spot for instrumental music in the vein of Lindsey Stirling, and also musicals. Hamilton is is current favorite right now.

11.) Rai’s grandmother taught him how to dance. She used to be well known for it when she was younger. Some of his older sisters also introduced him to more contemporary dance moves. Rai sometimes uses both in his fighting. Actually, He and one other Dragon use/will use dance choreography in their attacks.

12.) Yes - Rai is in love with Kimiko. And yes, he has admitted it to himself and has long since come to terms with it. He likes her smarts, her sass, her confidence, her drive, pretty much everything about her.

But he still hasn’t confessed to Kimiko. He’s not sure how she feels about him and he deeply fears the fallout that will ensue if he tells her how he feels, and she rejects him. He truly values her and treasures the relationship they currently have. Rai cannot picture life without her in it.

13.) Raimundo actually did have a job (if you can call it that?) at a circus, but not the one he actually wanted to get. There was a lot of ...sneaking his way into the job itself (cough cough blackmailing one of his brothers and lying about his age ), and then there was a LOT of disappointment when he realized what “job” he actually ended up with. But he doesn’t regret it one bit because it still played a part in how Master Fung discovered him and how he wound up at the Xiaolin Temple. I might write a fic about this headcanon later to explain.

14.) in this universe, Rai’s worst fears have a lot to do with not being enough, not being able to protect others, or not being there when others need him most. You can imagine how this current situation is affecting him right now.

15.) Despite being a Shoku Warrior, there are a few skills that Raimundo still hasn’t discovered or unlocked yet.

Maybe a visit from his new friend will fix that soon ;)

16.) Beneath his bluster and his confident behavior, Rai has some self esteem issues here and there. He worries often about being a good leader, and has a hard time forgiving himself for/moving on from past mistakes. In this way, he and Jermaine are very similar.

17.) Rai is the most superstitious out of all the Dragons and is high key just a little bit afraid of ghosts. Wuya didn’t count because she’s annoying but the thought of being contacted or confronted by people who died a long time ago really puts him on edge makes him a little uncomfortable.

18.) Rai is the type of person who could be bleeding to death but still insist everything is okay if it means keeping others from worrying about him. This is kind of a big weakness of his and definitely something he needs to get over. Needing to be honest with himself and others is something he has in common with Jack and Timber. (And Jermaine?). Go figure.

19.) Rai has the most dreams out of all the Xiaolin Dragons. His favorite ones are the ones where he’s going somewhere.

20.) Before, Rai had issues with authority and placing his faith in “total strangers” from China who were only interested in him for his wind powers. Now, Rai trusts Master Fung, Dojo and Guan all very much and always has unconditional faith in everything they say. He doesn’t question a single thing they tell him.

This isn’t always a good thing.

21.) After Rai’s accident, he’s been dealing with/will be dealing with a lot of emotions about himself, about his place, about the future....and about Jack.

#xiaolin showdown fanfiction #xiaolin showdown monkey wrench #monkey wrench!#xiaolin showdown #xs monkey wrench #xiaolin showdown monkey wrench!#xiaolin showdown raimundo #raimundo pedrosa #sunbird writes headcanons #nneefa #because this is the one they have been waiting for the most #i am sorry for taking so long

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the-marty-mcfly-timeline · 6 years ago

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Gay Scale of Pop Punk™️

Palaye Royale: 1. On the scale, probably not super gay but definitely thinks about shirtless Brad Pitt a fucking lot, but like doesn’t everyone? Right? Probably says “I’m not gay, but if I was...”. Like a straight person could create that aesthetic out of pirates, red and My Chemical Romance. Takes Queer Eye advice to heart. Could be a 5 if they admitted they’re not straight.

Panic! At the Disco: 2. Not as gay as they claim. They used to be super gay. Basically Ryan was the gayest one and everyone else just went with it. Probably loves Fight Club, but not because of Brad Pitt. It gave them a gun kink which they hide by dressing like circus freaks. Chuck Palahniuk is their gay culture. Has been through every type of phase. Loves the 70’s and just wants a chill weed hippie vibe but needs to stay relevant. Watched Rocky Horror once. Now they're just sad and alone and trying not to OD. Partying and cheap suits.

Arctic Monkeys: 3. Not really gay but somewhat bicurious. Edgy but now he looks like the old dude from Glow. Seriously considered the 70’s weed dealer look for like a week. Makes shit up for views. Dances like a dad. Clock Work Orange gays, it gave Alex Turner a crime kink which he hides through alternating leather, denim and suits

All Time Low: 3.5. Not inherently gay but also the weird place where bisexuality and Bi-curiosity start to be the same. Supports the hell out of lesbians. “Hold my beer while I jump off the roof” culture. Hurt deeply and drowning but in a chill way. Still calls things “Gucci”, doesn’t know what the “Gucci gang” is but still uses it even though Urban Dictionary didn’t tell them. #Squad

Weezer: 4. Bi culture. Sad weed smoking and being awkward. Whoops my girlfriends a lesbian. The end part of Undone when they're both singing two different parts of a song that has no definable pronouns. Also, rarely any pronouns in their songs. Thank God For Girls is solidarity

Metro Station: 4.5. She Likes Girls is so good and they're true allies. Shake It goes super hard y'all are just cowards

The 1975: 5. Doesn't define their sexuality but very clearly loves girls. "One Direction paved the way for the Beatles". Their goal in life is Harry Styles. Palaye could very clearly beat them out if they just admitted Dr. Frank N Furter turned them on

Black Kids: 6. Im Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You was so much solidarity between her and her brother. Seriously. It was in Jennifer’s Body too. Plus it was 80's synth pop

Cobra Starship, The Academy Is... and Gym Class Heroes: 7. Yeah like a fuckin straight person wrote Snakes On A Plane. Hot Mess is gay culture and so is One Day Robots Will Cry,, Gabe Saporta is doing so good now,, baby boy and evil. Travie McCoy is such a good guy I fucking trust him so much he can do anything. William Beckett? Y'all even heard His Guy Friday, plus that song he did with Ryan Ross? Him as a person tho? Most non-triumphant, he can’t sit with us

Fall Out Boy: 8. Definitely gay. Has admitted they’re bi, but still very attached to one romance for 10 years. Parties but sad parties you reminisce about for a long time. Probably would not be wearing a shirt or pants if those were not required to enter Pizza Hut. Ate weed and eyeliner one time. Pretends to be a cool chic edgy person, but in reality still a gremlin.

Paramore: 9. Sad, misses the 80's back when they weren't alive. Sad lesbian and sad queer friends culture. Misery Business is a boyfriend stealing anthem for everyone. Just wants things to be okay. Bubble gum, neon punk culture at its core. Futch culture for guys, gals and nb pals. Never had a solid hair color for more than 10 minutes. A mess but a cool funky superb one. If Tan France would wear it then it’s good enough for them.

My Chemical Romance: 10. Red eye shadow is for the gays. There is no way a straight person has those kinks, that aesthetic and fucking wrote those albums. Gerard Way probably went down on Bert McCracken and hates his dad. The Used is also in this category, but that’s more of a horny sad gay, rather than a muderous one

Green Day: 11. Y'all I shouldn't even have to explain. Green Day is gay as hell just like everything else Billie Joe Armstrong does. Also, piss kinks. Billie is a dumb butch and his wife is such a fucking goddess. Dookie is bi culture. Has 40 different versions of something but only uses the same one.

The Killers: 12. Transcends the scale, but keeps it on the down low. Has had so many failed straight relationships even tho they know they’re gay, they just can’t let go of the past. It’s laughable to think Andy You’re A Star, Bones, Mr. Brightside, Somebody Told Me and Where the White Boys Dance are heterosexual in anyway. Falls in love with the worst people. Makes bad decisions about who they fall for and fully accepts it. Had one dramatic thing going that ended in prison and won’t admit that they haven’t loved since. Is so tired, and just wants to stop running but can’t commit to anything. Knows how every past relationship failed and exactly how they could fix it but that’s not happening ever. The American Dream ruined them too, but in a different way where they’ve always been disappointed and hollow.

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iphoenixrising · 7 years ago

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Dr!Tim Drabble: Meet and Greet

When the knock sounds, his vigilante boyfriends put on a whole different type of mask.

And, you know, not one over their eyes.

“It’s really okay if you don’t want to do this,” he placates easily, meaning it while he sets the table. “You two don’t have to. It’s okay, really. I mean...” he raises both hands to mimic a mask around his eyes. Secret idents and such.

Dick just gives him that killer smile, wide and white. Jason answers that shit by turning from the stove long enough to sweep him up for one last kiss right on the mouth.

“Coming!” Dick sing-songs at the knock, making his way to their door in comfortable old jeans and a ratty-looking t-shirt, and Jay turns back to the stove with a fond look.

His grin is huge and charming when he opens up for the confident Steph and tentative Layla on the other side.

“Hello! You must be Stephanie and Layla, I’ve heard so much about you…”

With care and a natural big brother aura, Dick ushers them inside, taking their coats, introducing himself. He laughs when Layla launches herself at Tim, climbing him like a tree and crooning at her favorite Uncle.

“Uncle Tim! Uncle Tim! We’re finally going to dissect frogs, I’m so excited I can hardly wait!”

“Mmhm,” unconcerned, he grips one of her calves while continuing to set the table, “don’t be too hard on it after you get him open, frogs have terrible diets, you know.”

“I know!”

Steph takes a minute to shake Dick’s hand and give him a well-meaning, “nice to meet you. Hurt my best friend, and I’ll get out the best set of sharp scalpels I own. You don’t want to mess with someone that makes a living puzzling out the weakest spots in the human body.”

Once the table is flawless, Tim and Layla face Jason, smelling the incredible dinner he’s pulling out with My Favorite Zombie oven mitts.

“Names Jay, Small Fry, nice ta meet ‘cha.”

The young girl gasps, holding on to Tim’s head with her legs dangling carelessly over his shoulders.

Jay gives her his trademark shit-eating-grin and puts one finger over his lips with a wink.

The smart kid immediately gets it (she’s grown up in Gotham, so she definitely knows). She grins back widely to show the missing tooth in her smile.

“Hi Jay!” She returns loudly, sticking out a hand, “I’m Layla. It’s nice to meet you, too.”

When Jay shakes her hand, she pointedly glances down at his knuckles and back up to his face. They might share a conspiratorial nod and Tim laughs softly as the monkey shimmies down his back and immediately squirrels her way up Jason’s to perch on his broad shoulders instead.

Steph blinks in amazement at her daughter sitting comfortably, munching on the bits Jay feeds her while Dick leads her to the table and regales her with stories of his circus days and Tim moves between helping Jason with hot rolls and coming back to the table for Dick to throw a casual arm around his waist and open his mouth for bits of dinner. Layla moves on to what she’s doing in English class, telling Jay about Bridge to Terabithia and gives him every ounce of attention when he starts quoting his favorite lines.

Tim refills Steph’s coffee and puts the bowl of corn on the table (and no, he doesn’t get red in the face when Dick gropes him discreetly without even a pause).

At some point, Layla is watching astounded as Dick walks easily on his hands and swings from the light fixtures (that were strangely reinforced some time ago, wonder when that happened, sheesh). The acrobat has Layla balanced on one foot, promising Steph he’s a professional, so it’s absolutely fine for him to do this at home.

Jay charms her with his old Gotham accent and the softness in his eyes when he leans over to press a gentle kiss on Tim’s forehead, handing over the baked ham to go on the table.

Half-way through dinner, the question inevitably comes out.

“So,” Layla looks from Dick to Jay, biting on her lower lip, “which one of you is dating Uncle Tim?”

Hiding her grin with a napkin, Steph (since she really wants to hear this answer) sits back to watch the two oldest exchange a panicked glance, wondering what the hell they’re going to tell Timmy’s niece.

“They both are,” Tim tells her easily, “I’m too much of a handful for just one of them, so they both look after me.”

This apparently makes perfect sense to the kid, who puts down her cup and gives him a grave look that is completely ruined by the milk mustache, “that’s so true, Uncle Tim, you are a handful.” She sighs over at Dick and Jay, like she absolutely sympathizes, “really, you two. Good luck. You’re going to need it.”

Dick’s eyes get huge and he bites down on his lower lip so he doesn’t bust out. Jay, however, gives no shits and unabashedly laughs out loud at Tim’s affronted expression. Steph doesn’t spit out her coffee, but it’s a close thing. She does choke for a minute or two between gurgled giggles.

“You just eat your carrots, young lady. Jay worked really hard to make sure they taste good.”

“Aw, Uncle Tim!”

“Nope. Eat your vegetables.”

He goes back to his own plate, cheeks pleasantly pink and complete exasperated (because he’s really not that bad, Layal, c’mon), pretending not to see their dopey smiles. He takes a bite of his own carrots to be a good example.

Steph, however, waits until Tim and Layla are on dish duty and she’s accepted one more cup of coffee in the living room, out of range of little ears.

“You’ll take care of him,” and it isn’t a question. “You’ll make sure no bad guys find out who he is to you. You will protect him.” The or else is right there in the open.

Jay and Dick exchange another brief eye slide and give Stephanie Brown their full attention. It only takes a breath, a second, for the two of them to change. For the masks to come over them, and for her to realize these two men are very, very dangerous people. (Not that she gives a damn because they’re going to take care of Tim, or she’s going to bide her time and pick the right moment to strike.)

“We will protect him,” Dick makes it a vow, his voice low and gravelly, his blue eyes sharp in the light.

“Good. You might be Gotham’s good guys, but there are plenty of ways to hurt you. None of which have to do with your secret identities.”

“Take it easy, Sweets,” and the Jason there a few minutes ago is a completely different man from the one sitting right across from her. “When Tim needs us, we’ll be there. Ya can take that shit ta the bank and cash it.”

Steph sips her coffee, eyes narrow on the very serious expressions, on the promise in those eyes.

Oddly enough, it really does make her feel better.

It isn’t as bad as it could have been.

Still, she feels sluggish, feels tired and broken-down.

Batgirl heaves a long sigh, her head dropping down on her upraised knees, soaking in the sounds of the city below.

She has done good things tonight, done good works. She is satisfied.

Her comfort place is here, sitting on the awning beside Stephanie Brown’s window, a place she can sit while Steph leans out and talks to her.

Sometimes she is given wonderful smelling tea and little biscuits or cookies. Sometimes the doctor scolds her for her injuries and demands she come inside to be treated. Sometimes it is enough to hear her voice and be grounded.

(And once, when Batgirl allowed, it was to come inside and strip off the night, to be held in warm arms while she shakes and weeps for the terrors she couldn’t stop.)

She is more comfortable here than she can remember being anywhere else other than the Manor.

The window beside her slides gently open, and instead of the face she is accustomed to seeing, Batgirl blinks behind the whiteouts at the young man in a scrub top, smiling gently at her.

“Hi,” he keeps his voice low and soothing, a stethoscope around his neck and the scrubs a familiar shade of purple, “I’m Tim, Steph’s best friend.”

He must see her muscles tighten, her body ready to leap.

“It’s okay. I’m a doctor, too. Steph is working a hard case and asked me to stop by to make sure you’re okay,” he interrupts her motions quickly, “I take care of Nightwing and the Red Hood when they’re...having a bad night. I’m that Tim. I promise I’m not here to hurt you. I’m a regular civilian with a penchant for hating it when cool vigilantes bleed out on my fire escape. That? Is not okay. I know, I know, not technically a fire escape, but I think I can add awnings to that description and we’re still in the clear.”

Her head tilts at him just slightly.

“So, are you hurt?” His eyes move over her clinically, assessing, “it’s been a hard night for N and Hood, but I’ve already made sure they’re good. They’re resting right now back at my place, and you are totally welcome to go see them. I ordered pizza and wings because Hood can’t live without his habanero ones, right? And N just has to have one with pineapple, which okay, I’m not really judging, but I kind of am? Just, who does that? Pineapple is for fruity drink, not pizza. But anyway, first, I want to make sure you’re okay, too. It’s important to me, you know? You do a lot for this city, for us, so it’s okay to let me take care of you, I promise.”

And she looks at those blue eyes, the seriousness of his expression, the hand he slowly holds out, giving her the option to do what she needs to do.

Her hand starts out, hesitates, hovering in the air for a second, her whiteouts go back up to those sincere eyes, the man her brothers talked about fondly.

“You take care of Gotham,” is low and full of respect, admiration, “you take a beating for people you don’t even know. It’s okay to let someone take care of you when you need it.”

It’s such an echo of Stephanie that her chest warms with it, give her the last few inches to slide her gloved hand into his palm, and let him hold on.

#dr!tim #my writing #my fic #Steph meeting the boyfriends #Tim meeting Batgirl #Stephanie Brown #Cassandra Cain #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #just a little thing

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beepbeeprichiellc · 7 years ago

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Prom

Summary: Eddie heads to prom stag, only things take a terrible turn mid way.

A/N: *Warning* Homophobic slurs. I wrote three ending to this story and yet I still hate it. What is it missing?

Word Count: 3175

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Eddie scrunched his face pitifully, his refection mimicking his actions. He pulled at his rented tux awkwardly, suddenly feeling suffocated by the fabric. His skin crawled at the thought of all of the other people who had worn these clothes before him, embedding their dead skin and germs into fibers. He shuttered, desperate to peel off the monkey suit and bleach the bacteria off of his body. Mentally he cursed at himself for agreeing to this, he didn’t do these types of things and yet here he stood in his friend’s bedroom, daydreaming about the shower that was undoubtedly in his future.

“Stop fidgeting, you look great.” Mike muttered, entering his bedroom, practically beaming with confidence. Eddie looked his friend over, and felt his heart melt. He couldn’t help but to admire the way the tuxedo hugged his athletic body perfectly, making him look older than he actually was. Hanlon looked good, and Eddie swore he looked like a scarecrow in compression.

“Says the next James fucking Bond.” The smaller boy sneered, feeling a sudden wave of jealously wash over him. With a heavy groan he sat on the bed, his heart heavy and doubtful. “I shouldn’t even go.” He complained, his stomach churning nervously. “I’m going to stand out like a sore thumb without a date.”

“I don’t have a date either.” Mike corrected, gathering his keys and wallet from the nightstand. “That’s why we are going stag.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, “You don’t have a date by choice.” He corrected, “I’m just the pathetic friend without another option.”

Mike sighed, shaking his head in a mixture of annoyance and pity. “Look,” he started, pulling his friend from the bed. “I asked you to go with me because I know you will have fun. Forget about him okay, it’s his loss for not asking you.”

“But-“

“No buts Eddie.” Mike interjected, “We will be each other’s wing men. You have a way with the ladies that I seem to lack and I know a football player who has been hiding in the closet since day one.”

The small boy couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at the corners of his mouth, he looked at his friend and felt a budding appreciation for his persistence. “Thanks Mike, you’re the best.” He half muttered, feeling embarrassment claw against his chest.

“Tis nothing my friend.” He replied with a playful shove. “We better get going or we’ll be late.”

Eddie nodded, following his friend through the threshold of his room and out the front door. He could feel himself shake as his nerves settled in. As he hopped into Mike’s beat up truck he felt a wave of nausea hit him, suddenly aware of what he was actually doing. He looked over to his friend who smiled kindly to him before turning the ignition.

Eddie was worried, not just for prom but for the boy who had overlooked him completely. He frowned, watching Mike’s dirt road disappear behind them. Derry flew by and as the high school come into view the anxious boy couldn’t remember why he had agreed to this.

He knew his mistake as soon as he caught a glimpse of the scraggly boy all in black but it was already too late to turn back.

The blaring music already echoed through the halls. Eddie cursed and complained, mostly to himself, about his stupid judgment. As they entered the gym he was overcame by a sea of blue, blue banners, tablecloths, decorations. Everything was decorated in a variation of aquatic colors. Mike laughed, mocking the undersea theme, explaining how he had had a crush on Arial from the little mermaid. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh and admit he found Eric oddly attractive.

Not soon after they had passed the photographer they heard an enthusiastic squeal. Eddie turned just in time to catch Beverly in his arms, her smile practically radiating off of her. Mike chuckled, as the small boy struggled to twirl the girl who was half a foot taller than him. As he sat her down he was finally able to take her in, and she looked stunning. Her emerald full length gown glimmered in the dim lighting, her makeup lightly painted on her already beautiful face, it was simple and yet perfect for his ember haired friend.

“God damn Bev, you look gorgeous.” Eddie mused, looking over to her date whose shirt matched her dress. “And Ben doesn’t look to bad either.”

“Us?” Beverly gushed, “Look at you two, you guys are so handsome!”

A blush grew along the small boys face as he shook his head, “I feel like a circus monkey.” He muttered under his breath.

Ben chuckled, fondly patting him on the back, “No she’s right you both look very good in your tuxes.”

Eddie shrugged, feeling suddenly embarrassed by his attire. He smiled politely to his friend, allowing the complement to roll off of his skin. The next to arrive was Bill and Stan, both of them sporting a pink shirt under their suites.

“W-we are fighting t-the system.” Bill explained as he gripped his date’s hand. Stan merely rolled his eyes, a hint of a blush tainting his porcelain skin. Eddie couldn’t help respect the two and the statement they stood for. “S-Stan won’t admit i-it, but he lo-loves it.”

The group admired one another, blissfully unaware of the couple who had snuck up behind them. Eddie was the first to notice the boy’s slick hair and all black attire. He winked at him, his smile causing butterflies to erupt in Eddie’s stomach. “Richie.” The small boy breathed, the name falling from his lips without grace.

Mike noticed Eddie’s sudden ridged stance and looked over to his trashmouth friend. “Hey there Rich.” He announced, offering a polite nod before moving protectively closer to Eddie. “Didn’t see you there.”

Richie smiled, pulling his date with him as he entered the group’s semi-circle. Eddie cringed at the girl’s vulgar attire, feeling his stomach churn as he looked over her overly tight red dress. She was well endowed, and took prom as an opportunity to show off her goods.

“This is Vivian.” Richie mused as he wrapped his arm around his date’s tiny waist. Vivian waved with little enthusiasm, practically dismissing them. “Wowza’s am I right?” He joked, a small smirk growing on his face.

The losers grew silent and Eddie could feel their eyes slowly make their way to him. He felt disgusted, completely dirty with what was in front of him. Richie had ripped his heart out and now, in front of the entire school, he stomped it into pieces. His eyes became heavy from the weight of his tears and he was forced to rub his face against Mike’s jacket just to keep them from falling. Mike subtly gripped his shoulder for support.

Beverly scoffed, “Geez couldn’t find a smaller dress Vivian?”

“At least I have something to show off honey.” Vivian sneered, clutching onto Richie’s shoulder.

“Okay, put away the claws girls, you’re both pretty.” Richie joked, pulling his date tightly against him. The young girl grinned before leaning into Richie, whispering something into his ear. His face suddenly flustered before he cleared his throat, “Well this has been fun you guys. See ya around.” A shit eating grin grew on Vivian’s face as she shot one last look to Beverly before Richie pulled her away from his friends, disappearing in the mass of high school students.

“What a piece of work.” Stan muttered, there was an accumulated agreement between the others before the conversation moved along. Eddie couldn’t help but stare at the place Richie had stood, he imagined what filthy things the girl had whispered into his ear. His chest felt heavy, and it took everything he had not to turn away and leave.

“Y-you okay E-Eddie?” Eddie jumped at the sound of Bill’s voice, pulling him back to reality.

“Yeah.” He lied, biting his lip. “I’m okay.”

The night progressed slowly, eventually Mike had found a girl who had absorbed his attention completely. It had been Eddie’s smooth talking that had earned his friend a dance, to which Mike was extremely grateful. Now Eddie found himself alone, sitting at an empty table while his friends became engrossed in their good time.

Fuck, he hated prom.

“Don’t look so down Eddie.” A voice whispered causing the small boys neck to snap in their direction. Eddie was surprised to find one of Mike’s football friends taking a seat beside him. The losers had met the kid once or twice at a party but his name slipped past Eddie.

“Uh,-” Eddie stuttered, suddenly flustered by the blonde haired boy. “I’m sorry but I can’t seem to remember your name.” He admitted feeling his face heat up at his own embarrassment.

The jock chuckled, “Nick.” He replied softly, leaning in uncomfortably close to Eddie. “I’m one of Mike’s friends.”

“I-uh-yeah I’ve seen you around.” Eddie muttered, leaning back in his chair. He could feel the boys eyes burn his skin as a lustful emotion swirled around in his deep blue pools. This made the small boy uncomfortable, not wanting to be a victim of the jocks advances. “Have-have you seen Mike?” He managed to squeak half heartily.

“I’ve been watching you.” Nick cooed, completely ignoring Eddie’s question. “I don’t see myself as a faggot but I think I can get used to the idea of you under me.”

Eddie’s eyes widened at the blunt statement. He stood from his chair quickly, feeling his chest burn with disgust. “I don’t think so.” Nick whispered, grabbing hold of Eddie’s hand, painfully squeezing his fingers. “Relax there big boy I won’t bite unless you tell me to.”

“Let me go!” Eddie hissed, desperately trying to pull his hand from his grasp. Tears welded in his eyes as Nick’s grip tightened causing Eddie’s fingers to rub against each other. Fear began to build in his stomach as he frantically looked for his friends, desperate for help.

“Hey you should be thankful I’m taking a liking to you.” Nick sneered, standing from his seat and pulling the smaller boy to his chest. “A queer like you would be lucky to end up with someone like me.”

Eddie pushed against the boy’s torso. He could feel Nick’s hot breath against his skin and he swolled the urge to throw up. Hot tears began to burn his cheeks as he fought the unwanted advances. “No, let me go!” Eddie demanded, his voice cracking with emotion.

“Listen here faggot.” Nick hissed, pulling at Eddie’s arm causing him to cry in pain. “You listen good, I’m going to get what so just save us both the trouble and-“

Nick’s harsh voice was suddenly cut short as he was pulled from Eddie. A small protest and a few curse words cut through the air before the jocks face was slammed against the table with a loud clatter. Eddie stumbled backwards, his body falling onto the harsh ground.

“Don’t fucking touch him!” An unforgiving voice bellowed.

“R-Richie?” Eddie chocked, feeling the prom suddenly come to an abrupt stop. People began to move closer to the scene, whispering softly to themselves. Eddie felt a gentle hand pull him from the ground and found Beverly and Ben gripping on to him.

“You better watch yourself Tozier!” Nick shouted, lifting himself from the table. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Yes it fucking does!” Richie shouted back, his body squaring up to the significantly larger male. “No one touches him like that, do you fucking understand me? He isn’t interested in your advances!”

“Oh I’m sure that little faggot is interested in a lot of things.” He sneered, pointing Eddie. “He can suck my fucking-“His insult was cut short as Richie threw a punch that landed square against his cheek. Nick stumbled back, completely dazed.

“Oh I’m going to beat your ass now.” Nick hissed before pouncing at his opponent, hurling his blows frantically.

Everything happened at once. Eddie’s view was instantly congested by a mixture of Losers and football players as they hurried to break up the brawl. He could just make out Bill and Mike, their arms around the very fired up Richie who shouted over the commotion, “You ever fucking touch him again and I will fucking kill you!”

His voice became further and further away as he was pulled towards the exit, the facility now becoming aware of the incident. Eddie watched him disappear, tears now streaming down his fragile cheeks.

“It’s okay honey.” Beverly’s voice whispered as she pulled him into a hug. “It’s over now, he can’t hurt you.”

But Eddie knew it wasn’t over, not for him.

It took half an hour for things to smooth over, the students slowly becoming captivated by the DJ and the events of the dance. Eddie waited for his friends to return, desperate to see that he hadn’t ruined their prom. He felt guilty for what had happened, even if he knew it wasn’t actually his fault.

Mike and Bill eventually returned, their faces heavy with emotion. Eddie felt his heart drop, knowing what was coming next. “Richie isn’t allowed back.” Bill explained, shaking his head. “The principle is suggesting suspension for the both of them but I doubt he will follow through seeing it was that Nick guys fault.”

Eddie sniffled, feeling his chest tighten. “I’m sorry guys.” He murmured, unable to meet their gaze. “This is all-“

“No it’s not.” Mike replied sternly. “None of this is your fault Eddie. That guy is a douche, he deserved to get his ass kicked.”

“Yeah, who knew Richie had it in him?” Stan joked, only making Eddie feel even worse.

“I think I should go.” Eddie choked, suddenly feeling out of place among his friends. “I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”

“I’ll take you home.” Mike announced, taking a wary step forward.

Eddie shook his head. “No, please stay. I-I don’t want to ruin your prom. I’ll walk home.”

His friends shook their heads, “Here,” Ben muttered, pulling his keys from his pocket. “Take my car home. I’ll have Mike or Bill take us home after.”

“Ben I can’t-“

“Please Eddie?” Beverly interjected, her face riddled with worry. “You can’t walk home with that Nick guy out there. We will just get the car from you tomorrow.”

Eddie sighed heavily, not having the energy to argue. “Okay thanks.” He whispered before accepting Ben’s keys. The Losers said their brief goodbyes, agreeing to see one another tomorrow afternoon so they could tell Eddie about the rest of the night.

As he exited the school a sense of relief washed over Eddie. The cool air kissed his cheek, calming his anxiety. His feet dragged against the asphalt leading to the parking lot and he was suddenly grateful for Ben’s offer. There was no way he would’ve made it walking home, he found himself completely drained from the day, all he wanted to do was get home, rip off the monkey suite, take a hot shower and pass out.

“Heya Eds.”

The sudden voice caused Eddie to nearly jump out of his skin, he clutched his chest trying to slow down his heart. He noticed a darkened figure, their back leaned against the brick wall with a light cigarette between its lips. A sudden terror grew in his stomach, horrified that Nick had come back to finish what he had started.

Instead the figure laughed, pushing itself from the wall and walking into the light. “Relax, it’s just me.” Richie muttered a smirk crossing his face.

Eddie frowned, noticing his swollen cheek and blackened eye. “Your face.” He whispered, closing the space between. He felt his heart flutter as he reached to Richie’s face and cupped his cheek, slowly tracking the yellowing bruise he had received.

Richie grinned, “Pretty handsome huh?” He joked, winching as Eddie’s fingers grazed his skin.

Eddie shook his head, “He hit you pretty hard, you’re lucky he didn’t break your glasses.”

“Na, you should’ve seen him.” He replied, finishing his cigarette and chucking it to the ground. He then gently removed Eddie’s hand from his face, holding his petite palm in his large ones.

Eddie felt his chest tighten but he didn’t dare move, his eyes stared at their conjoined hands and he found himself mesmerized by the simple sight. “Are you okay?” Richie asked, looking at his friend’s long face.

“Yeah.” Eddie replied, “I’m okay.”

“Good.” Richie breathed, releasing their conjoined hands. “I was worried about you.”

Eddie suddenly felt bare, his hands dropping to his side lifelessly. He looked up at his friend and frowned, feeling a low heat burn against his skin. “Why did you do it Rich? Why did you beat that kid up?”

“He hurt you.” Richie replied harshly, “He touched you and I just snapped. “

“I wasn’t your date.” Eddie interjected, feeing a pull in his chest. “I wasn’t your responsibility, you had Vivian to worry about not me.”

Richie scoffed, “Well your date wasn’t paying any attention to you. He had his tongue down some girl’s throat on the dance floor.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, surprised by the trashmouths cruel tone. “Excuse me?” He asked, taking a step back in amusement. “Mike was not my date.”

“Uh ya he was.” Richie snapped, “You came with him didn’t you?”

“We came stag.”

“Oh bullshit.” Richie bit, “Mike even asked me before hand, if I thought he was going to go after a girl I wouldn’t have told him that I wasn’t going to-“ He stopped, the words abruptly cutting off from the air.

“What?” Eddie asked, “Mike asked you if he could ask me?”

Richie bit his lip, his weight shifting from foot to foot. “Yes.” He breathed, nearly growling, “Yes okay, he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to ask you.”

Eddie was taken aback, feeling confusion buzz around him. “Well were you?”

There was a pause between then as they just stared at each other, completely engrossed in the others company. Richie moved slowly, stepping towards Eddie and carefully pulling his small waist to him. There was a hitch in Eddie’s breath as Richie leaned down to him, brushing his swollen lips against his. “I wish I did.” Richie whispered, his warm, welcoming breath washing over Eddie’s face.

Eddie smiled, his hands finding Richie’s neck and pulling him down onto his lips. The trashmouth smiled, deepening the kiss as he carefully placed his hand on the small of Eddie’s back. As they pulled apart Richie chuckled, brushing his nose against Eddie’s.

“Wanna get out of here?” Richie whispered, jingling Ben’s the keys that were in Eddie’s hands with one finger.

“Sure.” Eddie replied, “Where are we going to go?”

“As long as I’m with you babe I don’t care.

“I can tell you one thing, I’m never going to prom again.” Eddie hissed, earning a chuckle from the boy beside him

“I don’t know.” He mused. “It had a good ending.”

“Yes. Yes it did.”

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it #it 2017 #the losers club #it fanficiton

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baredwolf · 8 years ago

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With a Flourish

Fandom: Supernatural | Pairing: Dean/Castiel | Rating: T | Bookstore AU | Part of the First Kiss Fics series

Dean wasn’t so sure that the new kid was going to work out.

Charlie, his manager, had hired him, this Castiel guy, and she insisted he was fine, could handle it. So far, Dean had watched him frighten off two customers by being, well, weirdly blunt, and he had managed to topple a display of bookmarks which was a pain in the ass to clean up.

Which, as much as Dean loved Flourishes, the bookstore was just a part time job to help pay the bills while he got his masters degree in mechanical engineering. So this was very much not his circus and not his monkeys. Charlie could do as she saw fit. But besides all of the other super obnoxious things about Castiel, the guy was just goddamned distracting. Who the hell gave him permission to be that attractive, is what Dean wanted to know. Because, well. Fuck. Dean kept getting sidetracked from stocking the display of new releases by the idea of Castiel shoving him up against a shelf and kissing him roughly. He looked tall enough to do it, and Dean could see the line deceptively of broad shoulders hidden beneath a soft sweater. And his hands, too, Dean thought, would feel really nice tangled in Dean’s hair…

So he was pretty sure that this wouldn’t work out. Because he couldn’t get his work done.

“You should probably just make out with him already.”

Dean nearly jumped when Charlie’s voice whispered in his ear, suddenly, and he turned to glare at her.

“Don’t sneak up on me,” he nearly snarled, but there was laughter in Charlie’s eyes at his response. She knew him too well.

“Don’t make it so easy, Winchester,” she retorted. “But really, the tension in here is so thick…” she mimed cutting the air.

Dean rolled his eyes. His bisexuality was something of an open secret among his friends, but he wouldn’t exactly consider himself out. Definitely not hitting on the hot new guy-level out.

“He is gay,” Charlie added. “Or at least into dudes. And you, my friend,” she said, poking him in the arm, “are definitely his type.” Dean looked at her, perplexed.

“How do you…” he started to ask.

“Please, basic background check,” Charlie answered. He gave her a pointed look, and she had the good grace to blush a bit as she shrugged and admitted “I hacked him.” And then, indignant and Dean’s reproaching look, “What? I like to be thorough.”

Dean sighed and resumed stacking books as the little bell over the shop door dinged and a pair of students entered.

“But seriously go make out with him” Charlie hissed before scampering off. Dean could feel the back of his neck beating and didn’t dare sneak a glance at Castiel to see what he thought of that little exchange.

—

Charlie took off early, that evening, leaving Dean to both close up shop with Castiel and suspect that Charlie was using her managerial powers for evil matchmaking purposes.

He had just finished showing Castiel how to close out his register, and Dean had to say that the guy was really growing on him. He was weird, sure, but Dean liked his directness, his intensity. And his amazingly blue eyes weren’t so bad either.

“I’ll go lock these up,” he said, stacking the two register cash drawers on top of each other. “Actually,” he continued, “come with me. I gotta move a couple of the new deliveries in the store room and I could use a hand.”

“Okay,” Castiel replied, the deep rumble of his voice making the word sound like an enticement.

“You look like you workout,” Dean commented as they made their way to the back of the dimly lit store. He didn’t mean it as a come on, honestly, but he didn’t realize how it sounded until the words were already out of his mouth. Fortunately, Castiel didn’t seem to notice.

“I like to swim,” he replied, and suddenly Dean had a powerful mental image involving a speedo. He coughed a little, trying to dispel the surge of heat that slammed through him.

“Good. Some of this shit’s kinda heavy,” he said, a bit gruff.

He put the drawers in their place in the office and locked it up for the night. But when he unlocked the store room, his keys slipped from his grasp, skittering across the concrete floor and under a shelf.

“Fuck me,” Dean cursed, as he got down on his hands and knees to reach under the shelf and retrieve them. He snagged the keys and stuffed them into his pocket as he stood. “So,” he began, about to give Castiel the run down of what when where when he finally turned enough to be facing him again and took in the flush that had bloomed on Castiel’s cheeks. His eyes were wide and bright, his lips slightly parted, as he stared at Dean transfixed. Fuck me, Dean thought, feeling his heart rate pick up. Unable to help himself, he gave Castiel a little smile, a smirk that said see something you like, did ya? And Castiel definitely had, because in the next moment he was crowding into Dean’s space and Dean was reaching for him, Dean’s hands coming up to cup his roughly stubbled jaw as they collided in a kiss. And then there was a hard presence against Dean’s back: the shelf, he realized, with a soft laugh.

Castiel pulled away at that looking confused at the grin on Dean’s face.

“I…” he started to say, but Dean pulled him back in for another kiss.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he growled against Castiel’s jaw, biting gently at his earlobe and there it was, Castiel’s hands slid into his hair and Dean groaned. “Didn’t expect to get my wish.” He felt Castiel smile against his skin, and then Castiel tugged at his hair to guide their mouths back together.

They never did get those deliveries put away. —

Amazingly, it took a full week of sneaking around before Charlie caught them making out in the stock room. Dean had Castiel’s shirt untucked and halfway up his ribs when she barged in.

“Seriously?” Charlie squeaked as the door fell closed behind her, throwing her hands up in front of her face. “Ugh, god, put it away boys!” she insisted. With one hand covering her eyes and the other pointing sloppily in their general direction, she said “not here!”

Dean laughed, unwinding himself from Cas and straightening his hair. “Sorry, Charlie.”

“But you did kind of bring this on yourself,” Castiel added, tucking his shirt back into place.

Charlie made an indignant noise and crossed her arms, glaring at them. “Back to work, monkeys,” she ordered. “And I promise to only use my powers for good,” she said with a grin. “Anyways,” she said to Dean, “I told you so.” She laughed as he flipped her off on his way back into the store.

#baredwolf writes #deancas #deancas fic #destiel #first kiss fic #bookstore au #deancas au #I apologize for using the amazing Charlie Bradbury primarily as a means of getting these two together but the numbskulls needed her help

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smorgasbordofobsessions · 5 years ago

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liveblog: “crescent moon” movie

i don’t wann type the whole name in the title. i’m also very tired, so this should be even more of a mess than it normally is.

tldr: too! fucking! long! kakashi’s ankles and elbows make me understand why it was illegal to show them during victorian times; fnially fell asleep during a naruto movie

okay this movie is set pre-sippuden so let’s see how this goes

“peace reigns” i mean i guess since there’s no war...

i love when naruto smiles

pure warmth

kakashi’s.... elbows... wow

kakashi’s ankles too!!!

oh god i’m feeling hot under the collar from the expossed skin damn

this dude thinking sakura’a too pretty to be a ninja but sakura just crushes this dude’s hand

proud of her

also what an interesting team: rock lee, sakura, naruto

hikaru looks like a fucking brat

goooooddd i already feel like this movie is gonna take fucking forever

guys i’m really kind of flustered from kakashi’s albows and ankles like... is this what people felt back in victorian times? because i get why it was illegal

this client has a large caravan because he has a shopping addiction and a fully staffed kitchen with him... cool

ohmygod

so this brat of a kid thinks that naruto’s dream is stupid

-heavy sigh-

idk what happened next but i already know that this circus shit is completely unnecessary

watch this bratty kid want the saber tooth tiger

i was fucking right

brat: daddy can i get the tiger?

father: sure let’s buy the whole circus for a cool million

this brat’s got sasuke’s duck butt hair

yeah ima struggle through this movie...

naruto has his own teapot so he can boil water so he can make ramen

i love my son

this brat is trying to bribe naruto with riches

fool.

oh some dumb shit’s about to happen

literally when kakashi talks i perk up a bit since i love him

hold on my heart’s hurting because naruto probably sees himself in those animals that the brat wants to just let die

stop i just made myself sad ohmygoooodddd

oh and cue the start of the dumb shit

really amazing how they didn’t make better preparations for the storm when... they knew there was gonna be a storm...

but! why am i ever looking for a coherent plot in these naruto movies

the moneky’s n the water, so the brat’s gonna go after the monkey so naruto’s gnna save him so now they’re gonna bond over this shared experience and they’ll bare their hearts to each other and naruto’ll say something wise and the brat’ll realize what’s truly important in life and i’m sure the mother will play a role in that as well

god i just wanna stare at kakashi in his summer uniform like... let me feel like a victorian gentleman staring at something indecent and illegal

oh well welll well the king is dead and there’s some dude named shabadaba who’s apparetly the ruler now

amazing since hereditary lineages literally do not work like that but okay

kakashi’s elbows fuck!

ANKLES!!!!

literally no need for kakashi to have shown his sharingan just to do an earth jutsu but i guess the audience needed something

“i’ve seen graveyards livelier than this”

broooo for real though

i’m literally ignoring whatever sob story they have for the king - who’s terminally ill and not dead

finally the old king is dead

jesus fuck i still have 50min of this movie left

idk who the fuck makes these videos but these really drag so fucking much it’s truly fucking ridiculous

and i get dramatic effect and what not but there’s too fucking much!!!!!

y’all i’m so f u c k i n g bored of this movie

jesus of course because the king is so fat they can’t escape before getting ambushed wow

narut just got his ass handed to him and you’re really trying to tell me that that kakashi couldn’t have smoked all these enemy ninja already

like get the fuck out of here kakashi would’ve had their ass beat

oh maybe it’s poison?

yo i was right wow

so this dude makes people turn into stone nad then breaks the statues - nice

why do they hate my son so much

he doesn’t need to use the kyuubi for this shit

i mean i lowkey knew it was gonna happen but also it didn’t have to happen

so here’s a parallel to haku’s ice mirror’s but also byakuya’s senbonzakura

his shit is fuckin gboring!!!!!!!!!

“you put us through a great deal of trouble you great tub of lard!”

i’m gonna do something else as this movie runs because i’m falling asleep

also kakashi saying that he can’t slip through security?? yeah okay

the same dude who has knows 1,000 jutsus and i’m pretty sure has a flee on sight order in the bingo book because he’s That Good?

yeah okay bye miss me with that

god i love hearing kakashi talk but the cheesy shit he just said brought a sad tear to my eye

for real - kakashi is the ONLY CHARACTER keeping me even vaguely intersted in this movie

also it’s criminal how little rock lee content we’ve been given

whoever deigned all the backgrounds did a good job

i need a coffee if i’m gonna watch another trash movie after this

jesus 25min left...

shit y’all i might actually fall asleep

i fell out for surer

i have no idea how the movie ends, nor do i care

i’m sure that

the fat son realized that h needed to understand that it’s not all about material wealth and changed for the better, and became king

the brat learned this lesson too

wow i fnally fell asleep yo a naruto movie

#naruto #liveblog #mypost

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