#now I laugh constantly and I sing along to book of love…

[ashartstuff]

Everytime I rewatch tweek x craig I like it more and more and I think that’s a sign of my brain slowly melting

[vilevenom]

One more quick little thing before I head to bed for the night! This one is for @em-doods, because we got to chatting about some sweet, sweet JD and Clay sadness ❤️ If you haven't gone to check out her adorable trolls art, I highly recommend it! I especially recommend checking out this post here, as well as this one, since those are the versions of BroZone's parents referenced in this ficlet~

It's relatively short, but I hope you enjoy it, anyway!

One of the last things John Dory had expected when he'd settled himself on the beach outside Bruce's resort was Clay plopping himself down next to him. Truthfully, they'd been getting along much better in the few months that had passed since Floyd had been rescued, but there was still plenty of tension between the middle and eldest brother. They'd talked through a small handful of issues, such as Clay's bitterness about John taking all the fun out of him being the 'Fun Boy', and John's incessant need for their past performances to be 'perfect'. However, the two still did not tend to purposefully seek out each others company.

"Uh…hello?" John chuckled rather awkwardly, offering Clay a lopsided smile, "What's up?"

Clay simply stared out at the ocean for a moment, before turning his gaze to John Dory. "Tell me about Mom and Dad."

John blinked, a bit taken aback by the sudden demand without preamble. "Sorry, what?"

Clay rolled his eyes, but didn't seem particularly annoyed by John's confusion. "Tell me about Mom and Dad. I don't really remember a whole lot, and I know you've got a memory like a steel trap."

"Oh. I suppose you were only about nine when they were taken, weren't you?" John mostly muttered to himself, rubbing at his chin. "Okay, sure. Uh, is there anything in particular you wanna know?"

With a short shrug Clay leaned back on his hands, turning to stare back out at the ocean. "I dunno…Got any fun stories from when we were kids?"

John thought about that for a moment, before snapping his fingers, a grin spreading across his face. "Yeah! When we were little, Mom used to make up all sorts of fun little dances while she was doing chores and things around the pod. She liked singing well enough, but she loved dancing. One of my personal favorites of hers was her laundry dance. When you were old enough to walk on your own, you started trying to mimic her dance moves. You usually wound up falling over and tugging whatever laundry Mom had just hung up down, and getting all tangled up." John let out a fond laugh, shifting to sit forward a bit. "She'd laugh and help you get untangled, all while you cried about messing up the dance."

"Is that why you got me doing the choreo for BroZone?" Clay sniffed, a small frown on his face.

John sighed, his joy at recalling his mother quickly dampened by Clay's apparent need to constantly remind John Dory of what a horrible brother he'd been. "Maybe a bit, yeah," he admitted quietly, letting out a little puff of air. "You loved dancing. With Mom, especially. I guess, maybe…maybe it was a bit to keep her spirit alive with us. With the band." He sighed, rubbing at his face, "That sounds selfish."

Clay snorted, shooting John a wry smile. "It totally does, man."

"Shut up," John laughed, shoving his brother gently in the shoulder. Clay swayed slightly, but made no move to retaliate. John chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, before blurting, "You look like her."

Clay startled slightly, turning wide eyes on John. "Excuse me, what?"

"Sorry, I-ugh," John raked his fingers though his hair in mild irritation at himself. "You look like Mom. You take after her. A lot. The rest of us sort of take mostly after Dad, but you look so much like Mom. And it's way more apparent, now that you're older."

"Do I?" Clay sat up and glanced at his hands, flexing his fingers.

"Yeah, bro. Mom was super into books, and she had all these amazing ideas," John sighed wistfully, watching the waves roll into the sandy shore, "She was super smart, and really kind. And she was just ridiculous. Any time one of us would go to her with some stupid little kid idea, she'd do her best to help us achieve whatever it was, even if it was practically impossible." He laughed, before he began to rummage around int the pockets of his vest, finally pulling out a well worn photo. "Here! I almost forgot I had this on me."

Clay accepted the photo reverently, eyes wide as he took in the still frame from so long ago in their past. A very young John Dory was stood next to a tall, lean looking troll with voluminous teal hair. Clay barely recognized himself in the photo, a trolling no older than perhaps five, propped on her hip, shyly waving at the camera. "Is that…?"

"That's you and Mom, yeah. I think this picture is right around your fourth or fifth hatchday. You were starting to get a bit too big to be carried around, but you kept getting jealous of Floyd, so Mom would make a point of carrying you around as much as she could."

"Oh," Clay murmured, startling a bit as a wet drop hit the corner of the picture. He tipped his head back to find the sky devoid of clouds, only to quickly touch his face and realize he'd begun to cry.

"Even despite being in that cage, she always did her best to make sure everyone always had a smile on their face," John continued quietly, not noticing his brothers plight. "After Mom and Dad got taken, you started trying to do that. Fill that void that Mom left behind, trying to make everyone laugh or smile…" Finally, he looked up to find Clay with silent tears pouring down his ruddy cheeks. He looked alarmed for a moment, reaching out hesitantly, not quite sure if his touch was welcome, only to jerk in surprise as Clay fell into his side with a sniffle. With mild trepidation he gently settled his arm around Clay's shoulders, giving him a little squeeze.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the soft crashing of the waves on the beach, and Clay's quiet, hiccupping sobs.

"I forgot what she looked like," Clay admitted after a time, not moving from his brother's hold.

"Sometimes I forget, too," John sighed, rubbing Clay's shoulder, "It's why I'm so glad I managed to get hold of our old photo albums when I went back to the tree. You can keep that one, if you want."

"Can I?"

"Of course. I've got plenty more, back in Rhonda."

"Thanks, JD."

"Anytime."

[donatellawritings]

I just came across ur page and omggggg??? I'm literally in love. I was wondering if you could do a head cannon of Rafe with a latina reader who sings or plays soccer, tome su tiempo mamas 😻💕🎀

te quierooooo <3 fyi, i suck at headcanons so i hope you like this little drabble! i may have gotten carried away lol

you were constantly singing, i mean, whether it’d be humming along to the music that flowed from your speaker, or belting out lyrics in the shower — you were singing a song whenever you’d gotten the chance. and the best part about it? rafe loved every moment of it. sure, there were times where’d be having a rough day and could do without it, but he was never outright mean about it. truth be told, hearing the spanish words slide off of your tongue made him want you, perched on his lap, like the good girl you are, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

you were in the middle of singing a kali uchis song while rafe sat at his desk, struggling to focus on properly counting the stack of blue dollar bills that rested in the palm of his large hand, “hey, mama - d’you want to hold off on the singing while i count this?” he’d call out from his seat, before resuming his silent counting.

“sorry,” you winced, biting down into the fat of your bottom lip as you swallowed down your embarrassment, deciding to distract yourself by forcing your attention on the neatly displayed bookcase before you.

rafe was quick to finish his silent task, before sighing as he leaned back into his seat, his legs spread deliciously as he watched you adjust books that were already stood upright. he knew his words got to you easily, you didn’t deal well with correction, you always took it to the heart. so, he decided he’d continue watching you: looking to see if you’d crack.

you decided to stand on your tippy toes, your legs a bit wobbly from rafe having you fucked flush against the wall, just twenty minutes prior. you’d thrown on one of his shirts, the curve of your plush ass straining against the thin fabric as you reached your arm towards the one book that stood just a tad bit crooked. rafe couldn’t help but rub his lips with the side of his index finger, holding back a laugh as you became a bit too engrossed in the bookcase.

deciding to put you out of your misery, rafe let out an obnoxious huff of air, “come here, baby,” he caved, moving his chair away from the desk, giving you the space to climb onto his inviting lap.

you were quick to oblige, approaching rafe with a subtle pout on your lips as you curled into his side, your head resting on his shoulder, his hand softly tapping against the side of your hip. meanwhile, you toyed with his other hand, a lingering sense of embarrassment still bubbling in your stomach as you compared your hand size with rafe.

rafe was all too familiar with your anxious ways, so he decided to humor you about the song that you were singing along to, “so, what was that song that you were singing, earlier?” he questioned, sliding his fingers through yours, bringing his free hand to the back of your neck, guiding you to look up at him.

“la luna enamorada — it’s a kali uchis song,” you spoke, your eyes locked directly on rafe’s as he nodded with his mouth slightly opened. you were the first to break the eye contact, a blush creeping to your cheeks.

rafe presses his lips to the top of your hair, lightly bouncing his knee, “y’should teach me what all of that means,” he taps the side of your neck, commanding your full attention.

you gasped excitedly, sitting up straight in rafe’s lap, “oh my god, and then we can just start talking shit about people in spanish and they won’t even know,” you spewed quickly, laying your hand on his firm chest.

rafe quickly checked-out from your eager ramble, his eyes focused on the hem of his shirt that bunched up around your lower waist. his eyes now hung low as he took in the sight of the thin black thong that was almost entirely enveloped by your ass. the bounce in rafe’s knee now ceased as you turned to face him with a joyous smile.

“okay, so we can start with the basics, y’know-” you were quickly cut off by rafe pulling you to lay back against his chest, his hand now lightly wrapping around your throat.

“tell me that you love me,” he sighed, his hand that was once interlocked with yours now sliding underneath the seamless fabric of your thong. you let out a shaky breath, the overflow of excitement that coursed through your veins, now turning into an adrenaline that hummed through you.

rafe’s warm hand began to tighten around your throat, “te quiero,” you muttered, your hardened nipples now straining against his shirt as he massaged deep circles into your swollen clit.

“tell me that you belong to me,” rafe coaxed, continuing to massage your clit, his voice now an octave lower as he kissed the side of your face, a wet and noisy kiss.

you strained your neck to look up into his bright blue eyes, through your curled lashes, softly nodding as you struggled to find the right words, “t-te pertenezco a ti,” you forced out, a moan escaping from your throat as rafe’s fingers slid into your tight and wet hole.

rafe smiled down at you, mimicking your slacked jaw as he fit the entirety of his two fingers inside of you, “oh shit,” he laughed, bringing his hand from your throat, down to your hip, holding you still as you attempted to roll your hips, desperately needy for any kind of friction.

“rafe, plea-”

rafe shook his head, his fingers tensing inside of you as he leaned his forehead against your head, “tell me to fuck you, mama.”

“cógeme, te necesito.” you whined obediently, slightly shifting your hips, just to feel something. rafe decided he’d let you slide, considering how good and willing you’d been today. plus, his cock was already strained against his khaki slacks, eager to be freed and plunged into the deepest parts of you.

“y’such a good fucking girl,” he praised, pulling your face in for a disgusting sloppy kiss, his wet and warm tongue fighting against yours as he slid his lengthy ringed fingers in and out of you.

[tls12lessthan3]

So. orvs metatextual nature and gay jokes. orv is an action fantasy book, a genre designed primarily for men and starring men. now most of these books are not gay, but there is often a tendency by audiences (particularly female audiences) to see some level of romantic tension between male characters. orv is no exception to this. some authors respond with outright hostility when they see fans shipping their male characters, and some simply ignore it completely - but some go the route sing shong does, and play it for laughs. before i go any further, i would like to clarify a term i will be using - shippers. while this literally refers to readers who think there is romantic potential between two characters, i will be using to specifically refer to instances where those two characters are of the same gender. im doing this because i cant think of a more elegant word to be completely honest, and this is tumblr meta so who cares.

orv is a metatexual narrative which is aware of its genre and aware of its readers. those readers are represented in the narrative, and sing shong knowing that fans would see a possible relationship between kim dokja and yoo joonghyuk made sure to represent that too. so we get uriel, the fujoshi angel who is constantly reading into kim dokjas and yoo joonghyuks relationship in a way that is often played for laughs. now ive certainly seen worse depictions of ‘shippers’. uriel is treated with affection by the main characters, who genuinely like her (and the fans she represents by association). her love for joongdok is implied to come from her having a crush on her friend and projecting, which i see as a kinder depiction than the usual ‘slavering fujo’ trope. 

and perhaps most importantly her engagement with the story seen as just as deep as any other reader if not more so! uriel is one of the characters we see most changed by kim dokjas story - in every other universe shes a fierce and furious warrior, and while she never hesitates to kick ass in this round either, kim dokjas story has given her a solace that has made her significantly softer. she helps him out sooner than any other constellation, saving his ass in many ways during the demon world arc, demonstrating a deep investment we are clearly meant to be grateful for. wherever it comes from, uriels engagement with kim dokja’s story is shown to be a genuine and deep one appreciated by the characters. through this sing shong is almost directly speaking to the shippers in the fanbase who are often mocked or disregarded, saying that their love for the story is important too, wherever it comes from. i see this as sweet, and i like that unlike so many other authors sing shong recognise the role shippers often have in a story’s success.

however, i hesitate to give sing shong too much credit. because along with the genuine appreciation of uriel as a character and all she represents, there are jokes mocking her and those like her, and there are a lot of them! like i said above, sing shong wrote orv as a metatextual narrative that engages not just with the genre but with the genre’s fans. sing shong knew that people would ship their characters, as that is what happens with books like orv. and so they wrote in many jokes about it, jokes based around the ‘silliness’ of those who would assume kim dokja and yoo joonghyuk have romantic feelings for each other. and given orv’s metatexual nature, this also mocks the nature of shipping itself. when someone assumes kim dokja and yoo joonghyuk are together and they react with disgust, as frequently occurs in the earlier parts of the novel, we are meant to laugh not just at the misunderstanding - really, these guys gay, how silly. but we are also meant to laugh at the idea that these Protagonists are homosexuals, and at the people who make those assumptions. its a simultaneous acknowledgement and mocking of the queer undertones of both this story and it’s genre.

so you get this overall impression of a narrative that ultimately loves all of it’s readers, including shippers, but also isn’t afraid to say it thinks all that gay stuff is kinda silly. and while ebook edits have largely removed many of these gay jokes, an undercurrent of this still remains. from what i know this largely reflects sing shongs actual opinions at time of writing, whether or not they have changed later on. 

dont get me wrong, i love orv, i love joongdok, i love their relationship and i do read it as romantic. i too read the scene where lee gilyoung insists kim dokja is into men and kim dokja responds aghast and gone ‘haha, gay’. as a queer person in the webnovel scene i am no stranger to taking homophobic moments like that and reclaiming them, making the characters queer and pretending the author is laughing with me and not at me. im not trying to preach to anyone here. but i also think its important to acknowledge the conversation orv is having here - its valuing of shippers and its mocking of queerness, and where they overlap.

[lafrexniere]

Then There was Music - CL16

Note: I watched La La Land last night so that's where this is coming from 😄 I also really love that he plays piano so much and wanted to do something with that

A weekend without a race was an opportunity for you to get some work done, but this week after Charles winning in Monza all you wanted was time with him. You had been taking time during the week to get as much recording and editing done as you could before publishing tracks. You were an independent artist, recording all your own music and vocals, with an occasional special feature of your love playing piano. 

Music was your common ground when you met Charles, he discovered you singing at a bar and after that, the rest was history, now here you were three years later, traveling weekend after weekend with this guy who said you were beautiful just like your singing voice that made you fall instantly for him. He loved hearing you sing, filling the empty space in your home, he would come to every gig you booked, and be at every studio session where you had other artists with you, he was your biggest supporter and you were his. 

You two were enjoying the fresh air blowing in through the windows, lounging on your sofa. You began to whistle a tune you both loved and knew well. The song you were singing the first time you met Charles. A love song, it had become your song, everytime you heard it all he wanted to do was pull you close and sway. He grinned at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek before standing up and sitting down at the piano getting ready to play along to your voice. You hadn’t noticed he had his phone propped up on one end of the piano recording the music you were about to make together. He began to play the introduction before you sang. You swayed sitting next to him on the bench enjoying the wonderful moment. You took a breath before the familiar melody began to flow out of your mouth.

“There were bells,” you began, “on a hill,” you continued gazing effortlessly into his eyes as he played so gracefully.

“But I never heard them ringing,” you sang with passion and affectionately as you stood up and moved behind him.

“No I never heard them at all, till there was you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck leaning your head against his as he played. 

“There were birds,” he sang along with you as you began the second verse, you let him continue and fell harder with each word that came from his mouth.

“In the sky, but I never saw them winging,” he closed his eyes, “No I never saw them at all, Till there was you,” you kissed his cheek before singing again.

“Then there was music, and wonderful roses,” you jokingly pointed at the vase of roses resting on the counter. You two continued through the rest of the song smiling, swaying, letting the moment take you away. You had finished and noticed his phone, you looked at the camera before grabbing his face and kissing him passionately. He tapped his phone off as you moved onto his lap. He scooted the bench out from underneath him carrying you as you wrapped your arms around him. He spun you around smiling before putting you down.

“Come on let’s do another one, it will be fun,” he smiled twirling you with his arm. The love he felt for you was constantly reminded in moments like these. 

“No wait, let’s listen to our masterpiece,” he said dipping you in his arms.

“Charles,” you laughed as he pulled you back up to him, “we can do another one,” you pecked his lips before making your way back over to the piano. 

You two continued singing through all your favorite songs, at one point you grabbed your guitar and began playing along with him. You felt so lucky in that moment to have Charles, someone who you could spend this kind of time with, sharing your passion and interest. He was just so happy when you sang or played music for him, it made him show a side only you got to see of him, it was your thing and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else. 

You two had spent hours enjoying music whether you were playing it or dancing, you were in your own little world of love. Eventually getting tired you both found your way back to the couch.

“I love when we do that,” you smiled leaning on his shoulder as his arm was wrapped around you.

“Me too, you truly are wonderful Y/N,” he said kissing the top of your head. You two sat in silence before you both read each other’s minds and began humming the tune again peacefully, reminiscing on the moments you had just shared. You watched the videos he had taken of the two of you, immediately sending them to yourself to cherish forever and remember that was your motivation to continue pushing in your career.

[graceandtheidiotsquad]

Dumb Character Headcanons: Champion Cynthia

I am having brainrot over the queen of sinnoh ok. I love her and her crazy family so much-! I apologize for how random some of these are-some of them I got inspiration from popular ones from, some from AUs i've seen and some I just made up on the fly-Ok, enough rambling-on with the show!

- TOTAL. MOMMA. BEAR. She just-has very motherly, protective vibes and despite being one of the most generally considered TERRIFYING CHARACTERS IN THE SERIES (and I'm mildly scared of her too!) she'd probably take you out for ice cream after battling her to celebrate a job well done, win or lose.

- Speaking of ice cream, I think this is not only a popular hc i agree with but they made it CANON In the anime that she cannot, for the life of her, decide what flavor she wants and will just stand there for 15 minutes weighing all the pros and cons and unintentionally holding up the line. I mean she'll move when she realizes and apologize PROFUSELY but still- ...But would YOU tell her to hurry up and choose?? No, I don't think so.

- Her hair is usually either down most of the time or tied up in a bun. But only for when she needs it-she doesn't care how messy it gets, she just likes being wild I suppose. Sometimes you'll find her literally wrestling one of her pokemon for fun (usually Garchomp) and her hair will be full of leaves and sticks, and not a care in the world! One of her family taught her how to tie her hair back in a bun, and though she adores them-she was quite the pain to get to stand still long enough to even TRY as a child.

- You wouldn't think it, with how classy she is-...buuuuuut she was almost a leash kid. You think she gets this intimidation factor just from being so classy and dramatic alone? No, she can be fucking FERAL when she wants to be. Sometimes the Sinnoh League will have trouble finding her to get her to report to her champion duties as she's gotten distracted and wandered off to explore some ruins somewhere in the region and never told anyone where she was going. 

- She used to and still can climb trees in seconds if left unattended. This has lead to many a heart-attack for her grandmother, watching her little baby Cynthia nearly DIE falling out of said tree, only to be completely unharmed and even LAUGHING at the experience. 

- Actually is a REALLY big fan of the wrestling/battle royale circuit. She can and will burst out singing some of the intros at the top of her lungs, much to the shock of ANYONE in the room with her. 

- She also happy dances and likes to put on music when she works. She loves piano but even she can't resist a good earworm, humming along to it as she runs around the local library or (reluctantly) winds up cooped up inside doing or cleaning up paperwork. This is implied to be canon in a spinoff game (Pokemon Masters EX if you're curious) and I totally agree that she just-cannot be bothered to clean up her office and it's almost CONSTANTLY a mess because she keeps getting distracted by new things to look at or something she hadn't seen in ages (BECAUSE of the mess) like a book and just winds up reading it all day. It's a vicious cycle!

- The reason she loves piano so much is she actually knows how to play, and is VERY Good at it! A very dear member of her family taught her when she was very young and she plays to help remember him-wherever the hell he's wandered off to now. Music connects us just as much as pokemon do, in her mind-so whenever she plays, he's right beside her again-whether physically or not. 

- She has inherited the family 'way too fucking tall' gene and that does NOT help her intimidating appearance sometimes.

- Sometimes casually speaks fluent Latin/Greek just to confuse the shit outta people. Look, she isn't usually spiteful-but even the most graceful and kind people have their limits. The same person who taught her piano taught her it-probably for that express purpose. Also several swear words. (thankfully if she ever swears, it's in said language so hardly anyone will know-)

- She grew up feeling-quite isolated from others her age because of her intense focus on studying history and battling competitively. Mostly the history thing-the battling thing probably didn't help as most kids were likely TERRIFIED of how intense she got. But-...i think that's why she loved that member of her family so much. Finally, someone who understood her...! He'd even given her the egg that would hatch into her Garchomp. (It was SUPPOSED to be a togepi, that wouldn't cause much hassle aside from the occasional accident with metronome-...but NOOOOOO, he decided to let her cause havoc. Her grandma nearly smacked him.)

- Honestly if you told her you were a demon or some supernatural shit she'd probably be more fascinated and barrage you with questions than scared. Or kick ass if you were hostile-DO. NOT. FUCK. WITH THE CHAMPION OF SINNOH.

- She may or may not be guilty of spoiling hers and other people's Pokémon with treats. She can't help it! She has a WEAKNESS for puppy dog eyes, whether it be her own Pokémon, any she's babysitting (she feels like someone who would do that if asked) Or young trainers she's taken a shine to. 

- Wound up with a heavy ass, GIGANTIC hand-me-down backpack from who-knows how many generations ago and yes, she CAN lug it around with ease. She doesn't much for her league job, but it's her go-to when it comes to adventuring or exploring.  - Speaking of the backpack-she often carries her spiritomb outside of its pokeball inside while in particularly rough areas, usually hiding inside its keystone. You never know if you'll need a pokemon for backup and don't have time to reach for one of your pokeball before things get dicey, after all-and the sight of a very angry ghost and dark type pokemon erupting from an ancient backpack is more than enough to send anyone who would likely cause trouble PACKING-looking almost as if something is being summoned right behind her! (She doesn't know why she looks so terrifying that way, but at least it means no one will cause too much trouble)

- An absolute GIRLBOSS for sure-but also very, very soft when it comes to people she loves. She'll gush and gush about her family members-especially younger ones, or trainers she's mentally adopted (and she does this a lot.) as her own 'pack', so to speak. She'll try to tone it down if it makes them uncomfortable but it's so HARD-she feels so blessed to have people who love her for who she is, as strange and beautiful and intimidating and just a little bit odd as she can be that she just HAS to spread word about how amazing they are! (She's like one of those moms who shows off photos of her kids all the time, just not in an annoying way if that makes sense?? At least she tries not to be-but once she starts rambling about them or ANYTHING it is almost impossible to get her to stop!)

- Often makes hand gestures like pointing when she speaks, especially when she gets excited. She often doesn't realize she's doing it half the time-but she always does it when taking pictures. She just-feels like her hands HAVE to be doing something!

- I will not give away the massive spoiler this ties into but she OWNS the song Blood Right by Madame Macabre. JUST-IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS FOR LEGENDS ARCEUS, JUST-BE PREPARED YOU'RE IN FOR A RIDE!

[respectthepetty]

Be My Favorite, I have something important to tell you.

Seriously. Was it episode four that did it? Episode two? EPISODE ONE?! Or was it even earlier than that? I thought about you daily for a year and a half before you even premiered, so have I loved you all along? I DIDN'T EVEN MUTE THE SINGING! I knew as soon as Kawi was looking for a talent what the outcome would be BUT I DIDN'T PUSH MUTE!

I'm in too deep. I can't stop these feelings now. Not when you gave me this scene at the beginning of the episode where Pisaeng tells Kawi he will be honest about his feelings, and Kawi, looking so small, knows exactly what he is talking about.

Or when you gave me this ENTIRE journey of Pisaeng seeing two men kiss with the multi-colored lighting, and the multi-colored neon sign asking him to evaluate his emotions, and the safe space he lands in front of!

Only to have Pisaeng run away, but return in BROWN. I have a theory that Pear is peach/pink, Pisaeng is black, and Kawi is brown, so Pisaeng going back in the color of the boy who awakened these feelings in him . . . *opens up pint of ice cream and bottle of wine*

Then the fear Pisaeng had running into Max while the song in the background sang, "I'm not afraid to love"

But Piseang showing up the next day (with the closed sign sooooo appropriately placed on his body)

Because Max is the perfect friend even when he doesn't want to be. He told Kawi that everyone treats Kawi with kindness while he is kind of a dick to people, and even though he snapped at Pisaeng for thinking the world revolves around him and his issues, he course-corrected and offered a kind ear to him.

Max presents this character who is visibly queer, and to tell a straight-passing privileged boy that queerness is not a destination or a place, but an answer within ourselves is powerful. Max doesn't have to be kind to Pisaeng, but he is gentle because he realizes the struggle of being judged by appearances.

Max states that he was wrong to judge Pisaeng by his cover, and we got several books in this episode which all showed depths to the characters:

Pear had Behind the Painting - Siburapha's famous work about an arranged marriage, forbidden love, social injustice, and inequality.

Pear also has Ujjeni's book of poems The Golden Horizon, which many of the poems encourage people to keep faith against injustices and to live with an open heart.

Not of all people wrote a book that deals with love.

Kawi has 1984, a story about a society who is constantly monitored by an oppressive government and the way the protagonist actively contributes to its control by rewriting the past.

And I think Max is reading a book about gardening or cooking, but I'm unsure.

But this all leads to the overall point of this episode - Kawi's evolution. Magic won't help him find the answer. He won't find his answer in a destination or a place. The answer to how to improve his life is within him and has always been. Kawi is quick to judge everyone else, yet thinks he was unfairly judged, but the more he matures, the more he will realize HE contributed to his current situation.

Pisaeng was bothered by Not laughing when Kawi sang (he looked over at Not several times). Pisaeng invited Kawi out after their freshmen interviews, but Kawi dismissed him.

Kawi hasn't been kind. Period. He hasn't been kind to himself nor to others. Pisaeng rejected Pear with kindness. Pear rejected Kawi with kindness. But Kawi avoided Max in the past and Pisaeng because of . . . their queerness? What that would imply about him? There are several answers, but he never treated them with kindness. Not is slowly learning this lesson as well. Everyone hates his book, but the second he is shown kindness, he sends it Kawi's way.

Because the point of all of this is that magic doesn't heal people.

Kindness does.

Random sidenotes because I can't be crying in the club: I'm obsessed with this woman and her big black eyes.

And Be My Favorite hasn't faked us out once so far with these previews, so . . .

*pushes play on Fluke Gawin's OST "Unable" while I think about Kawi looking at Pisaeng at practice as he sings about the other person unexpectedly changing his life because I'm UNABLE TO STOP LOVING THIS FUCKING SHOW NOW!*

[anarchiii]

The Shadowsinger’s lover-4 —ACOTAR AU

Part four | warnings: fluff, Az being a simp, little bit of innuendo at the end. | Azriel x Rhys!sister

Summary; Rhys’ sister comes home, finally, and the the new members of the inner circle are surprised to learn that she (we are gonna call her ‘Selene’) and Azriel are Mates and have been for over two hundred years.

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Selene’s POV

The sun was rising, and with it, the people, the air was crisp and the fog a quiet companion, she loved days like these, despite what many people may think. Selene was not a night owl. Quite the opposite actually, she loved to wake with the sun and sleep with it as well, besides, less people to deal with, she and people didn’t get along well. That was why her and Azriel paired so perfectly. Silence and solitude was a good—and old—friend to both of them.

Selene was pulled out of her thoughts by the feeling of strong hands wrap around her waist, the smell of cedar and night chilled mist met her nose, soothing her soul, silky black hair tickled her neck, she turned said neck and met eyes with her mate. Those eyes were glazed over with the remaining remnants of sleep. A smile grazed her lips at his presence, “hello, love” Azriel said, his voice gravelly

“Hello, handsome” she said back before she gently pressed her lips to his, his hands tightened around her waist but she pulled back before it could continue, Azriel frowned at the loss of contact.

“Not now, I have to do a couple of things in the city, besides, don’t you have a meeting to get to?”

“Fine, you’re safe for now.” He grumbled back.

-

The sun shine bright across the streets of Velaris, a light breeze blowing through her hair, birds were singing and children were laughing, it was a perfect summer’s day, the markets were filled with people purchasing things from the freshest fruits to the finest silk. She had breezed through the stalls. Browsing the many items available, a couple mangos and fresh goats milk lay in her bag.

Selene stopped at a local bakery and bought a loaf of bread and a almond croissant—her mate’s favourite—the smell of fresh bread followed her throughout the market, she was just exiting the packed square when something shiny caught her eye, it was a lovely piece of jewellery, silver and cobalt blue—like Azriel’s Siphons.

The ended up buying the necklace, it was not the cheapest jewel she had bought but definitely not the most expensive, she would have to find a good time to wear it, Selene knew Azriel would adore it. And she had just the dress—nightgown, was more like it—in mind to pair it with.

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Azriel’s POV

He hated meetings, he hated the people in it, and most of all—he hated how he had to be away from his heart, his love. His all.

Some may say Azriel was too infatuated with his mate but that was just love, thinking about them constantly? Love, wanting to be around them every second of every day? Love. It was simple.

Azriel trudged up the stairs to his bedroom, he wanted nothing more than to get under the covers and sleep and sleep until he had to wake up, unfortunately, that wasn’t an option for him, if he at least got a few hours of shut-eye he’d be content, he opened the door in time to see his mate. And holy mother. She was beautiful, clad in a short blue dress and silver hair falling around her face, she wore a beautiful necklace, the colour matching his Siphons perfectly, Azriel groaned, they both knew they were not getting any sleep for a while.

“Shall we continue what we started earlier this morning?” She batted her lashes at him, her throat bobbing while a blush slowly spread across her cheeks, “by the Cauldron, yes.” He answered back.

Definitely no sleeping tonight.

The End.

Note: thank you guys so much for reading this or liking it, I really appreciate it, I’m so sorry this took so long to post, I haven’t been in the greatest place mentally but I really wanted to get this out. Thanks again!

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[chrissdollie]

I SAW THAT YOU WERE DOING THE MOOD BOARDS/SCRAP BOOKS AND I WANT ONE PLEASE!!

can I please get a mood board!!

my name is Fay and i want to be paired with Chris

i like to swim, sing, cook, read, and watch movies/shows

ENFP personality

im a yapper and I'm extremely extroverted and hyperactive, I love making people laugh and try to treat everyone kindly

100% a girls girl

My favorite flowers are pink tulips and white roses

My favorite animals are cats and swans

My favorite colors are pink & white

my favorite songs as of right now are "good graces", "Juno", "Bed chem", - sabrina carpenter. and "Sofia" - clairo, "wildflower" -billie eilish (you can use any lyrics from any of those songs I don't mind!!)

any picture of Chris smiling is fine with me!!

I CANT WAIT TO SEE IT OMGGGGGGGG please tag me when you post it!

hehe hi fay!! i hope u like itt (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) @sturniowhore

🥛 DOLLIE MAGAZINE 🎀

VOLUME 001: LOML Looks ! page two

light academia moodboard + chris hcs for fay! 🕯️🍨🐈📖

you and chris get along super well! your bubbly and hyper traits drew him towards you almost immediately.

yap sessions!! i could see u guys talking about anything for long periods of time without any distractions. there's definitely late night talks but also times where you could be surrounded by other people like your friends, nick, matt, etc and chris would prefer ranting to you than anyone else :(

u like to swim + chris does as well and omgomg just think of all the silly stuff he'd do. definitely the type of person to start splash wars, see who could make it to the other end of the pool faster, taking pics of u in goofy goggles !!!!

binge watching shows constantly. and u both talk during them too lmaoo. most people would find it annoying but sometimes chris doesn't understand what just happened so u explain it hehe

^ i also think watching shows tg would stir up plenty of inside jokes. specifically mocking a character's actions ! u could be hanging out w/ nick on the sofa and chris would come over to u, oddly slap ur cheek (SOFTLY of course), point his finger at you, and say "no, bad!" and nick is like wtf

^ this is in reference to a not so popular show called dexter LMFAOO

your tastes in music definitely clash a bit but he'd probably randomly mix some of ur fav songs into his playlist just bcuz c:

cook for him PLEASE!!!!! that boy orders doordash far too often and he's basically best buddies with the delivery guy atp

i chose that pic of him holding cats in ur moodboard bcuz think of adopting kitties with him eek!! would probably say he doesn't want them at first but then is obsessed with their soft fur + playfulness

[luna-writes-stuff]

The types the Fruity Four would fall for:

Includes Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, and Robin Buckley

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Eddie Munson:

This man has a soft spot for nerds, don’t even try to convince me otherwise. Eddie is the type to look and act all intimidating, but in truth, he’s like a little lost puppy and we all know it. You’d probably meet him in a book shop, where he is looking for a new DnD campaign. He passes you in your favourite section, continues walking, halts suddenly, takes three steps back to take a good look and just freezes. I believe Eddie falls in love quite easily, but it is your personality that will have him head over heels. He will now stop by every day in hopes of seeing you again. He does this for months. You noticed. It was creepy at first, but when you realised he would turn away the second you looked at him, you knew it wasn’t meant in a bad way. And so, you walked up to him, surprisingly. And from that first conversation, everything just clicks for him. You spend hours talking about your favourite books and artists. And in return, he talks about his interests, specifically his music, thinking he’d impress you with it. It did. And then he finds out that you’re some kind of gifted kind….regardless of whether this is simply the ability to save up a lot of information - useless or not -, hyperfixate on random topics, excel in a certain subject or being a walking encyclopaedia, he is stunned. Because, you’re joking???? You’re beautiful and smart???? And you’re interested in him???? No way. Every second he is with you, he’ll be glued to your side, adoring you in so many ways, it even disgusts his DnD party. He doesn’t care.

——

Steve Harrington:

Steve would most likely be attracted to girls who really do not care about what others think. In high school, he spent a lot of time caring about his looks purely because of what others would say. And it was exhausting. But then you come along, simply being you. As Eddie, Steve is 100% the guy who falls in love because someone is pretty. So you get talking, and laughing, and he becomes absolutely entranced by your laughter. But after a while, he began explaining about his somewhat douche-y behaviour in high school, and how he simply wanted others to see him. When you tell him you give absolutely zero fucks about that, that’ll take him back. You say what you want, do what you want, wear what you want. You’re just unapologetically you. And he loves that self confidence and acceptance so much, it draws him to you even more. Once you help him and his….children (?) defeat an inter dimensional creature, heart eyes. All the time. Because you just blew that creature’s head off as if it was nothing. Wait, no that was actually so hot. He won’t ever forget that. Jock X Nerd? No. Jock X Badass.

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Nancy Wheeler:

Nancy has a lot of shit on her plate. And every time she thinks it’s getting better, it’s becoming more difficult. She just needs someone to offer her a listening ear. Someone to soothe her once she is alone. When she sits on her bed, rambling on about a terrible day, the only thing you have to do, is lean forward and wrap her in a tight, loving hug. And she just melts. You’re constantly there for her, regardless of what you go through. And she loves that so much about you: she doesn’t even have to ask. You simply know. And after going through some awful guys in earlier relationships, she is not expecting someone to actually care about her issues and problems. And that is what she has always lacked. So, when she finally finds that person who does listen to her, and does actually care, she will never let you go. And vice versa. You’re your own therapy group, and it works surprisingly well. She cares so much about seeing you happy and relaxed, it’s adorable. She brings you tiny gifts constantly, reassuring words, trusting holds and touches. She’s so gentle with you.

——

Robin Buckley:

GIVE HER A MUSICAL S/O. Someone who plays guitar, piano, drums, bass or anything. Someone who sings. Maybe even hum or whistle. As long as it has a tune to it. And she doesn’t care for how long you’ve been practising it, she loves it altogether. The effort that goes into it is so much appreciated by her. If you learn a song specifically for her, she will tell everyone. She doesn’t care. Maybe she won’t prance around to strangers that her girlfriend plays her favourite song because it’s the 80s<3, but Steve 100% hears about it and he will never hear the end of it. Singing along in car rides, sharing tapes, going to record stores together; her favourite things to do. Being musically gifted is something she has always been so jealous, but seeing her s/o performing in their own room in silence makes her heart all soft. Jealousy? Gone. Now there is only love. I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules.

[ahundredtimesover]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSLqPVJbc/

Mimiii why can i see the tlods family doing this?? 🥹 since you said that sutan reminded you of sena and i also can see little sena always saying she loves both her parents too 😭

A/N: Uhm, because they totally would! 🥹🥹 This was so adorable (plsss the way Sutan is so whipped for her parents the way they are for her. Their dogpiles and hugs when they're in hotels are so soft and something this chaotic Kim family would do.) I hope you enjoy this one. 🥰 Pls also check #Extras:TLODS for the previous drabbles!

The Light of Dead Stars Masterlist

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"Appa, eomma!"

Sena's sing-song voice echoes through the hallway, and though barely awake, you hear the slow squeaking of the door opening and her little footsteps tapping on your wooden floor.

She's still in that age where she's constantly seeking you and Seokjin, and while you wouldn't trade that for anything in the world, her tendencies of just walking into your room at any time of the day have left you and your husband in some precarious situations. Growing up to be independent, she knows that when she needs you, she could just enter your room and announce what she wants.

"Appa, eomma!" She repeats.

Seokjin, also still half asleep as he faces you with his arm over your waist, nudges you. "Hey, she's calling you."

"She called you first," you counter, your eyes still closed.

"Appaaaaa! Eomaaaa!"

"See, you're her first thought," you giggle. At your husband's low groan, you add, "that's what you get for making her say appa all the time."

It's true, but you also know that Sena is a daddy's girl through and through, and you absolutely love it that she is.

Seokjin releases a deep breath, ready to respond to her daughter's sweet calls for her parents but giving himself just a few more seconds before giving in. He can feel the light pull of the covers, knowing that the little one continues trying to get their attention.

"She's pulling my toes now," he chuckles, no longer surprised at her antics. He also knows she got that from him. "But we gotta tell her to stop doing that, though. One of us could end up kicking her if we're caught off-guard."

"Jin, just get her please," you whine.

"Sena," Seokjin calls, prompting the little girl to run to his side of the bed.

"Appa, appa!"

"Hey there, princess," he says, lifting her from the floor and placing her in between him and you. "Good morning. Why are you awake already?"

She ignores his question and glances at you before asking, "is eomma still asleep?"

"No, she's just pretending to sleep. Eomma's lazy."

At his words, you rise from the covers and give Sena a big hug, earning you the softest giggle while you glare at your laughing husband.

"I was going to surprise you, princess," you half-lie, nuzzling her neck and kissing her cheek. "What does my baby want?"

"Appa, eomma, I want to go camping!" She announces, opening the book that she brought with her and pointing at the picture on the page. "I want to go here."

You and Seokjin look at each other, both quite inexperienced in the field but you go along with her idea.

"Sure, princess," he says first. "Where should we go? Maybe eomma knows."

"Why are you passing it to me?" You frown.

"I didn't go camping as a child. What would I know?" He replies.

"Right. You had a boring childhood."

"Excuse me. We played golf and went fishing on the weekends," he argues.

"Exactly."

He's about to answer back when Sena gets your attention and repeats what she wants to do.

"Okay, princess," you take charge, searching for campsites on your phone to appease her for now. You can figure out the logistics later. “Do you want to go here?”

She frowns at the photo of a lake that you show. “That’s not camping. This is camping,” she insists. “I want to go here.”

You check the page of the book she’s holding and nudge your husband.

“Love, she wants to go inside a tent.”

Seokjin chuckles, loving the simple-mindedness of his daughter at this specific moment. He’s also thankful that it’s a request he can easily address and make happen this very weekend.

“Okay, Princess. We’re going camping tonight,” he says, his heart melting at Sena’s wide eyes and excited face. “You’ll help me and eomma set up okay?”

“Yes!” She squeals, kissing his cheek then yours.

It’s a usual sight - weekend mornings with her in between you two, hugs and kisses until you all get hungry, and laughter in between. Even with your tired mind and body, this is a moment you’ll always treasure, one that you’ll never tire of having.

**

It takes a while, but Seokjin manages to buy all the things he needs for camping at your house’s front lawn. He’d asked Jungkook for help to go shopping, dragging the younger man out of his bed at 10AM on a Saturday and bribing him with a hearty lunch. But they manage, and Seokjin returns home with a fully-loaded trunk of materials for tonight’s camping.

You greet him in awe, as he starts piling them on the lawn. He’d promised you’ll all set up, and even if he knows he’ll be doing most of it, it’s still incredibly special to watch Sena hold onto the pegs while he sets up the tent and then arrange the floor pillows at your request for the lounge area.

It takes hours, with some snacks and her afternoon nap in between, but you all make it in time for the sunset. You sit in between Seokjin’s legs while Sena is cradled in your arms. Your husband makes sure he holds her hand, though, and cuddled under the soft blanket with the crackling sound of the fire pit near you, it almost feels like actual camping, just without the pretty views and the scent of the trees.

But this will make do, you think. If it’s something Sena enjoys, actual camping will definitely be on your list of family trips to make.

Seokjin surprises you by bringing a stone pot and then cooking over fire. This, at least, is something he definitely knows how to do. You and Sena watch in amusement as he cooks rice and stew on the pot. She enjoys it when he throws the foil-covered apples on the open fire and then unwrapping it to make an apple crumble dessert.

You teach her how to cook the marshmallow over fire and then sandwich it with chocolate in between graham crackers, and the mess you all make prompt you to clean up and take a shower before heading inside your comfy tent.

Seokjin and Jungkook did great in choosing these camping equipment. The tent is sturdy, and while your husband had never done it before, you know he’s just wired to figure out how to do it correctly. The sleeping mattress and pillows are all soft, and the blanket gives the extra warmth you need amidst all the hugs.

This definitely wasn’t how you imagined the day was going to go when you woke up this morning, but it’s everything you dream about and more.

You practice numbers with Sena by alternating with Seokjin on giving her kisses on her cheek, tickling her at the end of 30, her infectious laughter echoing inside the tent. She’s joyful and sweet and every perfect thing in the world.

“Thank you, appa. Thank you, eomma,” she says, followed by a yawn that lets you know she’ll fall asleep very soon. “I love you.”

You and your husband kiss her once more and hug her tightly, whispering your words of love as she falls asleep, and then sigh in relief for being able to pull this off.

You’ve had to turn down some of her requests in the past, like that time she wanted to go back to Disneyland that very day, or when she wanted to see Kung Fu Panda to show him the karate moves that her uncle Jungkook taught her. But today, she wanted this - to sleep with you in a tent, to enjoy food and laughter, to be sandwiched with all the love that she dares ask for because she knows she’ll get it.

“You’re so amazing, love,” you whisper to Seokjin as you extend your arm to grip his waist. “Thank you for doing this for her.”

“Well, I knew I had to make up for being away last weekend,” he sighs. “Thank you for holding the fort when I’m not around.”

“We do pretty amazing at this parenting thing,” you smile, sleep slowly overtaking you as well.

“Nah, you’re alright,” he teases, earning him a pinch on the ear.

“I’m kidding,” he says, leaning over to kiss your lips. “You’re amazing, love. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.”

##

[squeakyfir]

The Love from a Skeleton [Jack Skellington X Reader]

Plot:

Halloween...

The time of year you absolutely hate. Not because of the ghouls and monsters, you enjoyed that kind of thing, it's because of trick or treaters. They get free candy and whine and complain to their parents if they didn't get what they expected, which is the whole bowl of candy. Anyways, since you don't celebrate that holiday, you decide to go for a late stroll through the woods on the hiking trail. While walking, your whole life changes.

And I mean that literally...

Everything started to change drastically until you find trees with holiday symbols on it. One of them being a Jack-o-lantern. Being curious, you enter through the door and discover a world that would represent a children's book written by Stephen King. But the leader of this place was a king. Not just any king...

A pumpkin king.

His name is Jack Skellington. He's a very tall and slender skeleton with a pinstripe suit, a black cat bow tie and ghost dog named Zero. He discovers you and welcomes you to Halloween town until he can figure out how to send you home. But this place is perfect!

No taxes to pay

No drama

And no more loneliness

Jack believes that your hideous. But don't worry, hideous in the Halloween town definition means... Beautiful.

Enjoy!

*I do not own the Nightmare before Christmas. All rights belong to Tim Burton and Disney™*

Chapter 8

Previous ~ Next

After returning to Jack, you told him that you were going to go take a walk. He offered to go with you but you said you wished to be alone for awhile. He understood but he gave off that vibe that he was confused. You left the town gates with Jack constantly reminding you to be careful. You didn't know how you were going to find the three monster children but you had to try.

You went down the path they went and you had a feeling that it would take awhile until you probably find them but you didn't want to give up. They were probably going to hurt Santa! You were told he doesn't exist but now that you were proven wrong, you couldn't let him get hurt. After mindless minutes of mindless walking, you came across a strange structure. It looked really feeble and didn't look sturdy. Maybe this was it. You start walking towards it and then hear shouting and arguing. There was a long pipe that went down and there was something inside it going down it screaming.

It was Santa!

You ran towards it and found a way to climb down the side of the large pit to find a bars showing you inside. Santa fell to the floor with his hands restrained over his head. Music was heard and you saw a pair of dice thrown at him. You looked towards of where the dice was thrown and couldn't believe what you saw. A fat sack with small stubs for feet and arms that had no hands. He had two eyeless sockets and his whole body was, as I said, a sack. He started to sing a song with a bit of a catchy tune.

Well, well, well, what have we here?

Sandy Claws, huh?

Oh, I'm really scared

So you're the one everybody's talkin' about, ha, ha

Bugs were dangling out of his mouth and some of them fell into Santas beard. Gross.

You're jokin' x2

I can't believe my eyes

You're jokin' me, you gotta be

This can't be the right guy

Oogie spun Santa in a small circle and held him by the beard.

He's ancient, he's ugly

I don't know which is worse

I might just split a seam now

If I don't die laughing first

Santa was being lifted up and dropped on a spinner and spun around and was stopped only to be swayed like he was dancing with Oogie. Geez, this monster was weird.

When Mr. Oogie Boogie says

There's trouble close at hand

You'd better pay attention now

'Cause I'm the Boogie Man

And if you aren't shakin'

Then there's something very wrong

A snake popped out of his mouth in a sudden way. Eww!

'Cause this may be the last time now

That you hear the boogie song, ohhh

Not only was Oogie singing, there were other creatures down here that sang along with the song. Such as other skeletons and bats.

OOGIE BOOGIE:

Ohhh

THREE SKELETONS:

Ohhh

OOGIE BOOGIE:

Ohhh

OTHER SKELETONS:

Ohhh

OOGIE BOOGIE:

Ohhh

THREE BATS:

Ohhh

OOGIE BOOGIE:

I'm the Oogie Boogie Man

Santa then started to talk but it seemed like he was singing along but it was obvious it was unintentional. Three jackpot machines that looked like cowboys with guns were moving towards Santa about to shoot him but Oogie quickly grabbed him before they actually shot him.

SANTA:

Release me now

Or you must face the dire consequences

The children are expecting me

So please, come to your senses

OOGIE BOOGIE:

You're jokin' x2

I can't believe my ears

Would someone shut this fella up

Oogie spun Santa around fast and kicked him as fell backwards back to where he was laying when he was almost shot.

I'm drownin' in my tears

It's funny, I'm laughing

You really are too much

And now, with your permission

I'm going to do my stuff

Oogie got down real close to his face and had the same snake pop out two more times. It made you think what was he made of. Snakes? Bugs?

SANTA:

What are you going to do?

OOGIE BOOGIE:

I'm gonna do the best I can

The whole room then lit up to look like a vegas casino.

Oh, the sound of rollin' dice

To me is music in the air

'Cause I'm a gamblin' Boogie Man

Although I don't play fair

It's much more fun, I must confess

When lives are on the line

Not mine, of course, but yours, old boy

Now that'd be just fine

Oogie then grabbed a hook that was attached to a rope and the rope was attached to the ceiling. He slipped the hook on Santas hands and lifted him into the air. Stage lights were turned on to male the whole thing more dramatic than it already was.

SANTA:

Release me fast or you will have to

Answer for this heinous act

Oogie was spinning a lever to make Santa come back down to his eye level.

OOGIE BOOGIE:

Oh, brother, you're something

You put me in a spin

You aren't comprehending

The position that you're in

It's hopeless, you're finished

You haven't got a prayer

'Cause I'm Mr. Oogie Boogie

And you ain't going nowhere

Oogie then laughed in an evil way and from up above, you heard the three monster children cackle loudly. You knew you had to get out of here to quickly warn Jack. You quickly climbed back up and once you reached the top, you ran as fast as you could. While running, you felt like this whole thing was your fault. If you hadn't discovered those doors, you wouldn't be here right now. It made you feel horrible. But right now, you had to get to Jack.

And fast...

[via-l0ve]

🎃 Hiii! I love your blog and I was wondering if you could give me a supernatural character?

I'm a HUGE collector, like I collect crystals, tarot decks, dolls and trinkets overall. Even books and stickers too. They're literally all over my room especially figures too. On my walls there are also things such as coasters (Sam and dean's mugshots LMFAOOO) and prints that I just think are really pretty. It's something I don't tell a lot of people about but it's definitely a big thing about me.

Personality wise I'd say I'm pretty funny but I don't want to sound conceited? I definitely do try to make my friends have a laugh at least once a day. I laugh at literally everything though. I talk A LOT as you can see and I'm also a very passionate personally about everything I love.

When it comes to my tarot cards and crystals, I'd say I believe them when it comes to tarot readings but I'm not like analysing every breath with a rose quartz.

I love many films from chick flicks to Fight Club and I think they're both really good. I'm very critical at times when watching films which may be a bad trait since it throws me off of the rest of the film 😅

I'd say some of my favourites are Fight club, pride and prejudice (2005), the darjeeling limited, Clueless and the matrix.

But when it comes to series I like things like total drama, Supernatural obviously, THE BOYS I LITERALLY BREATHE THAT SHOW and gilmore girls! They're all just enjoyable

Other hobbies include drawing (I love drawing people and looking at design choices in characters), writing and gaming.

Favourite music artists are Lady Gaga, the Smiths, TV Girl, Michael Jackson, Usher and there's probably more but I do really enjoy R&B.

Physically, I'm quite short with thick, curly black hair and olive skin since I'm middle eastern. I have dark eyes and a couple of beauty marks on my face. I wear glasses (when I can be bothered) and if I could wear anything I wanted I would definitely be a completely Rory Gilmore, but instead I'd say most of the time I put on jeans and a graphic tee. Sometimes I do genuinely try to look good though, I really do like to pamper myself because I never really was girly when I was younger and I wish i was tbh 😭 but I'm just channeling it now.

Honestly thanks for reading all of this 😓 can't wait to see what you choose and take your time!! :)

hiii!!! you’re so cool omg. tarot and stuff is so interesting to me!!!!

i hope you enjoy your mashup ml!!!

I ship you with Dean!

“can you do tarot on me?” with that little smirk

he watches all ur chick flicks and other movies with you 24/7. like constantly!!! don’t let him watch gilmore girls cus he’ll be “woah that guy looks like Sam,” (💀)

he def gives you all his clothes bc you guys have some similar styles. he buys you new crystals and stuff too!!! he’ll kiss all ur beauty marks and sing along to all of your songs really loudly and obnoxiously!!! (in a loving way!)

[cetaitlaverite]

a last minute blind dates submission!!! i loved doing this back in 2021 (can’t believe it was that long ago) and was sad to miss it last year, so i was keen to get this done however last minute. thank you for hosting @mercurygray - you’re amazing for encouraging writers to challenge ourselves with things like this!!!

since i’ve not been writing as much as i’d like to recently i tried to challenge myself more than i normally might: i wrote an oc who’s different to the type of character i tend to gravitate towards, and paired her with a canon character i tend to cower from. this has definitely been an exercise in pushing myself out of my comfort zone which is always a good thing!! anyway, without further adieu:

One Day, Maybe Soon

Her mother always says that the war made her mean. That flying military planes and playing at being a fighter pilot hardened something in her, made her ruthless, made her forget her place. She says that the moment she went from Phillipa to Pip was the moment it was all over, as if someone deciding she was worth making a nickname for was what allowed for everything which followed: the first time she forgot to force a laugh when the joke wasn’t funny, the first time she didn’t feel inclined to say yes when a man offered to buy her a drink, the first time she walked into a room and didn’t try to make herself smaller so that she wouldn’t take up too much space.

Letting silly young women take up men’s jobs was the beginning of the end of good social order, her mother always says. And she is nothing short of furious that she can no longer say as much to her friends during their weekly book club meetings without sly eyebrows being cocked when the other women think she won’t notice, because her own daughter is one of the women who now refuses to remember herself and her decorum.

Pip decided a while ago that she doesn’t care what her mother thinks of what the war has done to her, because what room can an opinion like that force into the limited space in her head which isn’t dominated by bloodstained memories? But that doesn’t mean she gets a free pass from listening to her constant lectures about manners and being ladylike and what men want in a woman.

She’s at the dance tonight at her mother’s request. These dances take place quite a lot, she knows, and are often where nice young local men who have just returned from the war find nice young local women and marry them. It’s clear to Pip from the moment she sets foot inside the room that that is all anyone is here for: couples dance in the space allotted for a dance floor but talk constantly, trying to discern whether their partner is marriage material in the duration of a song; small groups stand along the walls, seeking out their next target for a dance; and lone men and women filter in and out, wondering whether they might have better luck outside on the lawn as opposed to in here and vice versa.

The hall is bright with warm light, the music loud where the band plays joyously in the far corner. Constant chatter and the sounds of shoes scuffing the wooden floor fight to be heard above the man singing into the microphone. The door, propped open to account for the constant flow of people in and out, allows in a gentle summer breeze, cooling the sweat-dampened skin of those lucky enough to find themselves close to it. For everyone else, the air is thick and heavy, the kind of wet heat which only comes from a summer evening spent packed tightly into a room with far too many people.

Pip stands in a corner, leaning against the wall, watching. That’s another thing her mother hates that she has brought back from the war: the constant need to observe. Pip argues that this should be an expected trait of a pilot, especially one who was often flying freshly manufactured planes without a manual, especially one who was stationed close enough to Pearl Harbor to feel it when it got hit. But her mother will hear nothing of it. “It isn’t polite to stare.”

Regardless, Pip stares to her heart’s content. In fact, she more than stares. She watches. She finds people who seem at least somewhat interesting and tracks them, plays a game with herself where she attempts to predict whether they’ll take a liking to their current dance partner or bow out as soon as possible and try to find someone else.

She wouldn’t say she’s enjoying herself, as such. There has been little she finds enjoyment in after returning from near-constant flight hours and barracks filled with women she loved more than her own family. But she’s content. The whole thing is less excruciating than she expected it to be now that she finds she can stand in her own little world and watch.

Which is why it makes complete sense when someone ruins her little game.

“He’s gonna go for the blonde the second the song is over.”

Pip’s head snaps sideways. Already, there is a glare on her face, a hostile twist to her mouth. “No,” she grinds out, turning back to watch the dark-haired man dancing with a brunette girl closest to where she’s standing. “He’s going to ask the brunette to dance again, and she’s going to say no.”

“Nah,” the stranger beside her corrects. She hates that she can hear him grinning. “He’s been eyeing up the blonde from the second he walked in. Only danced with her friend to get her attention.”

Pip scoffs, searching hurriedly for something to say to that; she hasn’t been watching this particular couple long enough to determine whether the stranger is right.

“That blond guy over there’ll swoop in and take the brunette for a spin right after,” he goes on. When Pip spares him an irritated glance she finds him pointing at the man he means, and she follows the gesture toward a blond man who is, in fact, staring brazenly at the brunette girl, like a hawk who has just set eyes on its dinner.

Pip swallows hard, scoffs again, and looks away. “Maybe,” she allows. She turns her eyes on a different couple, closer to the door.

“Now, them,” the redheaded man beside her persists, having followed her line of sight, “they’ll go home together, I bet. They been in here and out there and at the punch table and on the dance floor. Stuck to each other like glue the whole damn night. If I didn’t know any better I’d say they was already together, but no one comes to these things when they already got someone on their arm.”

“Is that so?” Pip asks with discernible contempt, a scowl curling down her lips. She’s not sure why she’s so furious with this man for interrupting her peace - at least he’s playing her game along with her instead of trying to force her to dance with him - but there’s something about men feeling they have a right to her time which rubs her the wrong way. He didn’t even feel he had to ask to stand so close to her, and he instantly presumed to know what she was thinking. Is it such a crime that she should have a right to keep her thoughts to herself?

“Yep,” the man replies to her clipped answer. “‘Cept I don’t see you gettin’ in on the action.”

And here is the inevitable opening he is making for himself so he can drop a line.

Pip rolls her eyes. “I’m not interested.”

It’s maddening, the way he laughs. He seems to take everything on the chin. When she hazards a glance at him again he’s grinning and shaking his head, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his uniform - some army regiment or other, judging by the khaki - and he doesn’t look at all offended.

“You already got a lucky fella?” he asks politely enough.

“I don’t need one,” Pip replies coldly.

He turns to look at her properly, now, leaning his shoulder against the wall and crossing one ankle over the other. “Which one of ‘em stepped on your toes?” He indicates the men on the dance floor with his head.

She wants to slap the grin right off of his face.

Perhaps he realises, because he laughs.

Pip turns back to the room and sets her eyes on a couple dancing next to the far wall.

The man beside her is still grinning when he asks, “What’s your name?”

“Don’t have one,” Pip replies shortly.

“You don’t got a name?” the man asks with mock horror, humouring her. “Not even a last name?”

“Why would you ever need to know my last name?”

“So I know how to address your dad when I ask for his blessing.”

In her shock at such a brazen answer, Pip chokes on the saliva she’d been just about to swallow.

She turns to him slowly, eyes narrowed as she prepares to bite, but she finds she has no words to spit at him. Her mouth opens and closes in her desperate search.

Eventually, her scowl falters. “Pip,” she relents. “That’s my first name.”

His wide grin gets even wider. It’s only a little bit endearing. “Great to meet ya, Pip. I’m Babe.”

Her face hardens right back up again.

“I swear that ain’t a line,” he rushes to reassure her, extending both hands towards her like he’s calming a wild animal. “That’s what all my buddies call me. Childhood nickname.”

“Your childhood nickname is Babe?” Her tone makes it clear that she doesn’t believe him.

The stranger shrugs. “Got it when I was a baby and it stuck.” He smiles at her again. “You can call me Edward if you really wanna, but it’s a little formal if you ask me.”

Pip sighs and shakes her head. “Fine. Babe it is.”

“So, Pip,” Babe goes on, “you dance at all?”

“No.”

He brushes this away with his hand and an easygoing smile. “Aw, come on. Not even one dance?”

“No.”

“Well -”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say!”

Pip clicks her tongue. “I’ve got a good few guesses.”

He tips his head back, groaning but still smiling wide. “You’re killing me.”

In spite of herself, and only because he can’t see her, she lets the tiniest of smiles tug at her lips. The instant she notices him begin to tip his chin back down again, however, the smile is gone, replaced by the cool look of indifference she wears whenever she’s not sure what else to do with her face.

She feels bad, for a moment, when he looks back at her with that same smile but a little bit of the brightness dying in his eyes. He doesn’t deserve her coldness, she understands - really, she’s not sure why she’s working so hard to maintain it - so she works to release all of the tension in her body, which is an awful lot. Finally, she turns to face Babe with what she hopes comes across as only a little encouragement. “I’m going outside,” she tells him. “I want to look at the stars.”

There’s a flicker of that brightness back in his eyes. Only for an instant and then it’s gone again, but it’s enough. She feels it in the soft tug in her chest, in the flip of her stomach.

“The stars it is,” Babe replies.

As they leave the hall, Babe informs her that there’s a small garden around the back of the building with a bench for them to sit on, somewhere they won’t be disturbed. Instantly, her hackles are up, and she’s casting wary glances at him out of the corner of her eye as she silently questions his intentions. But when they get to the garden he simply throws himself onto the grass and leans his head back on the bench to gaze up at the stars.

Hiding a smile in her shoulder, Pip sits in the grass at the opposite end of the bench and copies his pose.

“I miss being up there, sometimes,” Babe says quietly a while into their comfortable silence.

“What do you mean?”

He laughs a little self-consciously as he realises he’s spoken without giving context. “In planes,” he explains. “I used to jump out of ‘em.”

“During the war?” Pip asks.

He hums his affirmative.

She smiles softly, just now noticing the patch on his arm, with an open-mouthed eagle and the word ‘airborne’ embroidered above it. “You were a paratrooper.”

“Yeah.” He nods, his eyes still on the stars. Then he scoffs. “Long time ago now, though. Ain’t jumped out of a plane since Holland.”

It’s the sadness she can see in his eyes when he shoots a glance over at her that makes her speak next. “I miss being up there, too.”

He smiles slightly, crookedly, less cocksure now but more sincere. “You were a paratrooper too?”

She rolls her eyes at the joke, but she smiles, too. “A pilot,” she corrects. “But not anymore. I haven’t flown a plane since I came back home.”

“How come?”

She opens her mouth to reply and then promptly closes it. Not yet. Not that. It’s still too much, too soon, too haunting.

So she shrugs and tears her eyes away from Babe, looks back up into the sky she misses so much but can’t seem to stomach returning to.

“Maybe you can take me up there one day,” Babe says a little later. When Pip glances over at him she gets the feeling he’s been watching her for a while, waiting patiently for her to regain her composure. “Since we both miss it so much,” he adds when he can’t seem to puzzle out the expression on her face.

She can’t really puzzle out what she’s feeling herself. It’s a scary thing, the thought of flying again, but the idea of it makes her blood hum in her veins, makes her heart thud a little bit harder and faster. She finds she likes the idea of it, taking Babe up in a plane, wants to mull it over a little longer whether it ever actually happens or not. Really, she realises, she likes the idea of herself being the kind of person who could do that more than she likes the idea itself. She wants to think of herself as the kind of girl who might be able to take a boy up in a plane and fly around for a while, because she loves flying and likes him and what better way is there to spend her time than that?

“Alright,” she agrees eventually. She can see she’s surprised him by the crookedness of his grin, less forced and more sincere now that he’s softened her a little. “One day, maybe soon, I’ll take you up in my plane. But you have to promise not to go jumping out of it if you decide you don’t like me all that much after all.”

Babe grins, and now Pip finds she likes that grin of his, too. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

[biherselfsstuff]

A Ghibli movie life

You know those days when you just don’t feel like doing anything? When you just want to wrap yourself in bedsheets and hide there forever?

Yeah…it’s one of those days. To be honest yesterday was an okay day. I went to university, late as always, and tried my best at career day. Spoke to three hotel representatives and they all wanted me to work there. They called today. I didn’t answer. I don’t know if I want to work there. There are so many expectations. It’s just…I feel it’s too early for this. I’m 19 years old and I feel as if I’m a kid again. I wish I would give the phone to my mom so she would explain, so maybe she would decide for me… I don’t know what to do. Don’t know what I want anymore…I’m not sure I ever did. Maybe I want the freedom of my best friend who gets to go home whenever she likes. Who doesn’t have to work. Who is open to life and feeling while I want to run away every chance I get.      I feel as if I’ve lost too much over the years. Too much of my childhood…too much of myself. I used to be so…brave. Now I’m scared to even pick up the phone. Because if I don’t pick up and I don’t talk to them maybe they won’t be disappointed and I won’t tear out any expectations they may have had. I’ve come to a point where I constantly a support system. Honestly I would just love to run away to one of my fantasy words and pretend I’m someone else. Pretend I was brave, afraid of nothing or at least stubborn enough to deal with everything that came my way. Maybe if my life was a Ghibli movie it would be alright. Maybe then I would truly learn something. I would go on crazy adventures, scary and weird and truly live , truly find out the meaning of life. Even fall in love. That would be the only way I think for me to be remotely different. But…maybe my life is already an adventure…I mean the past two years I’ve had to face many monsters and I did try to fight but my fear got the best of me. I need to put my armor back on. To try to fight for a happy ending or at least the possibility of it. But I’ve both lost and gained so much along the way. Friends I thought would be different… don’t even speak to me anymore. I don’t know what I always do wrong. But I do have ones who stayed. After all these years they’ve stayed. Count your blessings not your problems, I guess. God, I wish I was a kid again. Running around, laughing and scratching my knees with absolutely no care in the world. Finding stories in clouds and a soft home in the grass of our yard. I wish summers weren’t just about work anymore. I wish I could dream of vacations and road trips with friends. I wish I could still go to theater class and act. Act like I was someone else. Pretend I could escape myself, even if it was for just a little while. I wish the world wasn’t the way it is. That the news weren’t all bad and I could still dream of something better. I wish it didn’t all end in a shallow “ what’s the point?”. I wish I could draw and sing and dance for the rest of my life without having to do anything else. Just me and a few dogs in a small cabin in the forest, close to a river with a waterfall in it. With fruits and vegetables that I would grow, away from the cries of the city. Just a simple, happy life. Where I could write and sing and paint and dance. Where I could just be me with no expectations. Grow old with someone who shares the same dreams. But I would first like to travel. Travel the world. Truly experience it. Learn so many things that my thirst for knowledge would be finally satiated. And yes, I do wish for that book romance. But I think I could live without it. I think this way I could truly live. Maybe I could volunteer all around the world and work with animals. Make the earth a bit healthier. Find myself in its roots. Maybe I’d be happy this way. In a simpler life. But still full of adventure, full of different types of love and no expectations. Just like waves that come and go. I would like to live my life away from the corporate world , away from the stress and pain, away from the self-inflicting catastrophes. Just a Ghibli movie, soft and clear in its message.   

[genshinimpactlife]

Hi! Could I please get a matchup? There's absolutely no rush or pressure at all though! I totally understand if you're too busy or just not in the mood, please don't push yourself if you're not in a comfortable position to do so.

I'm an autistic, pansexual man. I'm a librarian and while I do enjoy it, my true dream is to work in the medical field, there's nothing that fascinates me more than medicine. I'm an INFP-T, enneagram 9w1. I'm "slow" and take a long while to process information, so I get along best with people who are patient. I don't look at people, speak with a "sing-song" voice and am always either wringing my hands or rocking back on my heels, constantly moving in some way. I get overstimulated very easily. My peers used to frequently refer to me as "weird" but due to my mellow nature, I was generally liked regardless.

I have short, fluffy chocolate brown hair. I cut it myself so it's always a mess, but somehow I manage to pull it off. I like to tie a tiny braid in it every now and again, both because I find the act soothing and because it provides character. I'm very pale with rosy cheeks and blue-green eyes. 5'10. I have a scar across the front of my neck and wear round glasses with a golden glasses chain, adorned with little moons and stars. I usually wear a button up and a sweater with a long coat. Also, in the Genshin universe, I'd definitely have feline ears and a tail, not unlike the Kätzlein bloodline.

I have a weak heart and am a frail, sickly person in general, so I'm not very active, although I do like to swim. I also love books...novels, poetry, the act of writing itself. I enjoy drawing and writing music, too, anything creative really. And drinking. Alongside medicine, my other obsession is astronomy, cosmology in particular. That's why, if I were studying at the Academia, I'd want to be a part of the Rtawahist Darshan.

If I had a vision, I think I would have an anemo vision. I love the wind, I think there's something indescribably beautiful about it's existence, and I value freedom deeply. My weapon of choice would be a catalyst.

While I'm very timid and awkward around strangers, my friends describe me as a bubbly, cheeky person who likes to cause mischief. "Endearingly annoying". I'm good at making people laugh, although it's almost always unintentional. I've been told that I give good advice and comfort alike, but I myself am very stubborn, once I've put my mind to something I absolutely refuse to give up, for better or for worse, and I quickly grow frustrated upon failure. My love language is physical touch, but anything that involves touching my hair is my greatest weakness.

I think that's enough. Thank you soso much for your time! But again, no pressure or rush at all, okay? I can't wait to see more of your blog! :)

I would match you with...

Barbara has always been kind to you and would try to initiate a conversation with you, even if you are a bit timid.

But when you two became friends, and your bubbly and cheeky personality came out, she started falling for you.

Barbara would 100% support your dreams of working in the medical field, doing whatever she could to help.

Barbara is a very patient woman who would have no problem with your quirks.

As a fellow autistic person, that's what I call them :)

Barbara would quickly catch on to the signs that you are getting overstimulated and adjust accordingly. Whether it be compression therapy or just going somewhere with fewer external stimuli

Besides Running errands, Barbara isn't very active either. Both of you would be average activity-wise

She would love to sing any songs that you write. She might even ask you to make one for her to perform.

Barbara doesn't know much about astronomy, but she loves listening to you talk about it and teach her.

You are very kind Anon! I actually write these when I'm taking a break from schoolwork and other things, so its no pressure at all <3 Hope you enjoy!