#oh god im sick

[missmeinyourbones]

dabi is so cassandra by taylor swift coded i might actually jump

[god-has-entered-my-body]

“ah, the tequila would explain why you were staring then, wouldn’t it?” he asked, with a teasing smirk plastered on his face.

dying dying dead in the GROUND

meeting ross at a bar in scotland

a/n: i’m bored and this popped into my head lol so enjoy 💕

warnings: implied smut & suggestive flirting

your fingers wiped the condensation off the $16 cocktail that the bartender had just made for you, despite your protests as your friend ordered another round for the both of you.

“i really should get home,” you sighed. you had finished a long week at work and had agreed to one drink, which had turned into 3, which turned into sitting in a bar in the middle of scotland that you had ended up at multiple times before.

“what the hell happened to the fun girl I used to go out with? it’s a friday night!” your friend exclaimed as she took a large sip of her drink, “are you still pissed that you couldn’t get tickets to that damn show?”

you rolled her eyes at her. your favourite band the 1975 were playing at that very moment and you had been unsuccessful in getting tickets.

“of course i’m still pissed. i love them so much and they were playing at a smaller venue this time ‘round and it probably won’t happen again,”

you took a sip of your drink as she gave you a fixed stare before turning back to the bartender,

“can we get 2 shots of tequila?” she asked, ignoring your protests once more, “love, you need it. forget about the ‘75, let’s just have a good night,”

you laughed at her efforts, and eventually caved as the shot was forced into your hand, and the liquid burned the back of your throat, leaving a fuzzy feeling in your stomach that was sure to fight back later.

many many hours had past and the amount of tequila consumed had tripled. the show that you had missed was the absolute last thing on your mind.

you were still sitting at the bar and watching your friend who was attempting to flirt with a guy she thought was cute from where you were sitting.

he wasn’t your type but you admired her efforts and confidence to just walk up to a stranger.

the bar had ramped up in activity and the music was only playing slightly louder. you heard loud cheering coming from the corner with the pool tables and turned before feeling your stomach drop and almost falling off your chair at the sight.

in the darker corner of the bar was ross macdonald, the bass player from the fucking 1975.

you watched as ross lined up the cue, nailing a perfect shot and celebrated by taking a sip of his pint. he was wearing a green t-shirt and black leather jacket, and looked insanely good.

it might have been the tequila talking or the fact that you were starstruck, but you could have sworn he looked over in your direction and smirked slightly.

at this, you panicked and turned in the other direction to where your friend was still aimlessly chatting up the same guy.

trying really hard to focus your attention on the pair, you didn’t notice when the seat next to you was occupied and a voice cut through your attention, flagging down the bartender.

“can I get another one, mate?”

you watched as the bartender nodded and you turned slightly, to see ross sitting beside you with a slight smug smirk on his face.

“what are you drinking, love?” he asked, his voice so deep it sent goosebumps down your back.

“me?” you asked, flabbergasted.

he chuckled, “yea, you,”

“tonight I’ve indulged in mainly tequila and vodka sprite’s”

for the amount of anxiety you were feeling, your words were flowing quite naturally.

“ah, the tequila would explain why you were staring then, wouldn’t it?” he asked, with a teasing smirk plastered on his face.

“i would hardly call what i was doing staring. i watched you make one play, it was merely observing,” you responded, taking a sip of your drink, “you would know if i was staring,”

“oh, would i now?” ross challenged.

you laughed, “one hundred percent. ask anyone, i’m a little too honest,”

“okay then, honesty,” he leaned slightly against the counter and closer to your face, “do you know who i am?”

you nodded, and he continued,

“were you at the show tonight?”

“i was not,” you shook your head, “wasn’t able to get tickets so i came here to drink my sorrows away, believe it or not,”

“that’s a bummer, you missed a good one,”

“is that supposed to be comforting? real nice, ross,” you rolled your eyes. internally, shocked at how forward you were being with your biggest celebrity crush since you were a teen.

“wasn’t meant to be comforting love, but if you had gone you probably wouldn’t have ended up here, isn’t that right?”

“are you trying to say it’s fate that ticketmaster crashed?”

he laughed and took another drink of his newly poured pint. his hand clenched around the glass as he put it back down.

“maybe i am, maybe i’m not. lucky for sure though,”

you cocked your head to the side, “lucky for me, or lucky for you?”

when he didn’t quip back right away, you smirked and took it as a sign to continue your point.

“you were the one who came over here after i was allegedly staring at you, and you might say it was just for the pint, but there’s another bartender further down closer to the pool tables, and i’m sure she would have been happy to assist you. so..” you paused, letting your words sink in.

“so?” he smirked

“so you must find me even the slightest bit attractive or else you wouldn’t have come over here. i would say you’re the lucky one, macdonald.”

“even if i did that, sweetheart,” ross stood up so he towered over you and he leaned down, his breath against your ear, “i’m too damn proud to admit it,”

“with that logic,” you paused, your breath hitching as his glass dripped a water droplet of condensation onto your skin and his eye’s travelled down to your chest, “i may have been staring, but like yourself, i’m too proud to admit it,”

you wiped off the water and watched as he cleared his throat and smirked down at you once more.

“wanna play a round?” he asked, nodding his head towards the pool tables in the back of the bar.

you grinned as you stood up, grabbing your glass from the countertop, “sure thing. wanna make it interesting?”

ross laughed as you started to walk away from him, and towards the pool tables. he pushed in your chair and started to follow.

“interesting how, love?”

you stopped walking abruptly and felt his hand on your waist, spinning you around to face him with his chest being centimetres from your nose away after almost walking into you.

“if i win,” you laughed, “you have to admit that you thought i was hot and that’s why you walked over to me earlier,”

he rolled his eyes but chuckled, “sure thing. not that it’ll happen though. what do i get when i win?”

you smirked before pulling him down by the collar of his jacket, bringing your lips to his ear so that you could whisper and no one around would hear,

“if you win, you get to come home with me and see what i have on under this dress. and i promise, you’ll like it.”

you let go of his collar and pulled away, smirking at the man whose eyes had turned a shade darker than they were before

“deal?” you asked, feigning innocence.

his hand grasped the fabric of your dress as he turned you around to face the pool tables once more and pulled you against his chest before letting go of the fabric and bringing the same hand to rest above your waist.

“you have a deal, love,” his voice muttered in your ear, “but if you’re not careful, we won’t make it home. the bathroom stalls here are fairly cozy.”

you smirked and laughed as you walked away from him once more and grabbed the cue that was lying on the table.

ross shrugged off his jacket and grabbed the cue that was closest to him.

“break,” he said from across the table, a knowing smirk dancing across his face. he had never lost a game of pool ever, and sure as hell was not about to tonight. not with what was at stake.

[linipik]

Crush🦋

[eye-merely-jest]

hrrghgghbmnnmm x-men evolution nightcrawler….

i actually didn't care for him when i first started watching evo 'cause i thought him annoying as shit but now that is PRECISELY why i'm obsessed with him. Weird Kid™ kurt is just such an endearing concept and it's like he's just like me and I FUCKING LOVE THIS GUY SO MUCH

[mayvette]

stakes day STAKES DAY

[hvcklebury]

i love getting a new account and reposting all my most embarrassing fanart

[r3nblade]

[gatoburr0]

He just needs a better outfit

[turnipoddity]

kiss art? perhaps? mother saw?

ALSO THE NEW COMIC HOLY CANNOLI DAWG😼😼

you bet 🧎‍♀️

[cactus-juiceee]

epilogue

[xxplastic-cubexx]

krakoa cherik constantly having sleepovers at each others houses

they never slept alone since day one ☝️ (until the divorce)

Im so sorry this was my immediate first thought

[hayaku14]

OH MY FUCKING GOD KAITO AND SHINICHI TOGETHER EXISTING IN ONE FRAME AND LOOKING HELLA DAPPER I'M GOING TO DIE

(x)

[fittlebottom]

who gaf abt alucard when this diva is right here

[petewentzssilkpress]

he cant stay away

[the-incredible-auraa]

I love how they put the entire budget in this singular shot where ryusei walks in

[axolotlclown]

Ok, none of you know what's going on. None of you understand why so many women and young streamers are stepping forward right now. None of you understand why this has to be public.

Multiple large streamers have used their fame, influence, and money to manipulate and abuse those they see as below them. So long as they continue to have fame, influence, and money, this cycle will not end.

This is bigger than just individual cases of sexual assault or other abuse. This is a break down of a much larger problem within the entertainment industry.

These women are telling stories about very powerful men in this space. They are sharing stories of abuse and manipulation. This is very scary for them—it could ruin their careers or lives.

Stop saying "they should have handled this privately." This isn't a private matter. So long as these men have power, they will hurt more women. They aren't sorry. They won't play fair.

By trying to stay silent and bury these accusations, you are ensuring these women never know peace. You are ensuring that more women get hurt.

One day your boss will assault you, and all the men in your life will blame you for waiting as long as you did to speak about it. They will find any reason to blame you. They don't want to get rid of your boss. They hope that one day, they can assault a woman just like you.

This is fucking serious. This is real life. This isn't just some fucking fandom drama that we can bury and move on from. These are real life issues that require real meaningful discussion.

Stop trying to discredit these women just because your streamer is in trouble. You are part of the fucking problem.