#oh my GOD the colouring and lighting in these movies are so bad

[wwillywonka]

☆GET TO KNOW ME♡: [12/?] Favorite Characters

TARRANT HIGHTOPP - Alice in Wonderland (2010) / Alice Through the Looking Glass (2016)

I'm frightened, Alice. I don't like it in here, it's terribly crowded.

[capquinn]

Omg I love this daydream idea, it’s so much fun!! I daydream of having dance parties in the kitchen with Quinn at the lake house and his brothers/parents are so happy to see him so free🫶 Thank you!!

The lake house hums with the kind of late-night stillness that only comes after a full day of family chaos. The movie playing in the living room has lulled most of the Hughes clan into a comfortable silence, leaving Quinn and you in the kitchen, rummaging for snacks. You’re pouring chips into a bowl, the soft crinkle of the bag the only sound, when a familiar tune floats in from the television. It’s faint but unmistakable — your favourite song.

You freeze, gasping softly. “Oh my God, I love this song,” you murmur, setting the bag down as your hips instinctively sway to the rhythm. Quinn, leaning against the counter, glances up from the bag of pretzels he’s opening, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Dance with me,” you say, already stepping closer to him, your hand reaching out.

His expression falters into hesitation, the faintest flush colouring his cheeks. “Here?” he asks, gesturing vaguely to the kitchen. “Now?”

“Yes, now,” you say, laughing as you grab his hands. “No one’s watching.”

Quinn hesitates again, but when you tug lightly, encouraging him, he lets you pull him into the middle of the kitchen. You guide his hands, moving his arms along with your swaying hips. His movements are stiff at first, uncertain, and he lets out a soft, awkward chuckle. But the glimmer in your eyes — the sheer delight on your face — has him caving.

“You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, his voice low, but there’s no heat to it — only that soft, teasing affection that makes you grin every time. His hands relax in yours, his touch warm and steady now, no longer stiff with hesitation. His movements are still tentative at first, a little unsure, but he lets you guide him, his eyes locked on yours, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

The rhythm of the song isn’t complicated, just a slow, steady beat that matches the easy sway of your hips. And before long, he’s falling into step with you, his movements syncing with yours as he finds his rhythm. His hands settle on your waist, and you loop your arms around his neck, drawing him closer until it feels less like dancing and more like swaying in each other’s orbit.

“You’re getting the hang of it,” you tease, your voice soft, playful, as you rock gently from side to side.

“I wouldn’t get carried away,” he replies, but his tone is warm, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he holds your gaze. “I’m just following your lead.”

You laugh, tilting your head back, and that’s when he spins you again, his grip sure but light, like he’s done this a hundred times before.

When you return to him, your back brushes his chest, and you tilt your head slightly, glancing up at him with a playful smile. “See?” you murmur softly, your voice teasing but warm. “Not so bad.”

His breath hitches for a moment, and then you feel it — his quiet laugh, low and soft, rumbling against your back.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, his tone full of that easy charm, though there’s a hint of pride in his voice now. His hands tighten ever so slightly on your waist, steadying you as the two of you sway together, the music wrapping around you.

Neither of you notice the quiet shuffle of feet behind you. The song swells softly in the background, your laughter filling the small kitchen as he gives in completely, his hands warm and steady in yours. For a few moments, it’s like the world has shrunk to just the two of you, the hum of the house and the chatter of family fading into the background.

Jack and Luke linger in the doorway, their usual teasing absent as they quietly watch their brother sway with you in the kitchen. There’s something tender in their expressions, the kind of affection that comes from seeing Quinn, who is always the steady, responsible one, finally letting his guard down.

Jack stands with his arms crossed, a faint smile playing on his lips, while Luke leans against the frame, his gaze soft as he takes it all in. For as long as they can remember, Quinn has been in big brother mode, always making sure everyone else is taken care of first. Whether it was helping Jack with his skates when they were kids or talking Luke through a rough game, Quinn was the steady presence they could always count on. It’s just who he is — protective, selfless, and always putting his family’s needs above his own, even when it meant carrying the weight of it quietly. Seeing him this at ease, this happy, fills them with a warmth they don’t often express aloud.

Ellen stands just behind them, her eyes fixed on Quinn with the kind of warmth and softness only a mother could exude as she takes in the scene, her eldest moving with ease, his usual reserve melting into something unguarded and tender. It isn’t just the way he holds you, spinning you under his arm with a bout of quiet laughter, but the way he looks at you — like nothing else in the world matters.

“He looks happy,” Luke comments, his voice low, as he watches his older brother move with an ease that feels rare.

“He deserves to be,” Ellen murmurs softly, almost to herself. Her eyes linger on Quinn, taking in the way his shoulders are relaxed, his face lit with an unrestrained joy she doesn’t see often enough.

As the song fades, the sound of slow, exaggerated clapping breaks through the cosy bubble you and Quinn had wrapped yourselves in. Startled, you both turn toward the doorway, where Jack stands with a smug grin, hands still coming together in sarcastic applause. Luke is leaning against the doorframe, an equally amused smirk on his face, while Ellen stands between them, her expression caught somewhere between fondness and exasperation.

Quinn’s eyes narrow slightly as he lets out a small groan, his arm falling from your waist but not letting go of your hand. “Really?” he mutters, a faint flush creeping up his neck, though his confidence doesn’t waver.

Jack shrugs, clearly enjoying himself. “What? It’s not every day we get to see you spinning around the kitchen, Q.”

Luke chuckles, giving Quinn a playful nudge with his shoulder. “I didn’t even know you could dance.”

Quinn rolls his eyes, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “I wouldn’t call it dancing,” he replies dryly, shifting closer to you as if to shield you from the teasing. “And maybe if you two had lives of your own, you wouldn’t have time to spy on mine.”

Ellen sighs, stepping forward to gently swat at Jack’s shoulder. “Leave him alone,” she chides softly, though her warm gaze is locked on her eldest son. “I think it’s sweet. You’re happy, Quinn. That’s what matters.”

Quinn glances at you, his embarrassment melting into something softer as he squeezes your hand.

Jack raises his hands in mock surrender, though his grin doesn’t falter. “Alright, alright, whatever. We’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”

As they retreat back into the living room, you glance up at Quinn, your cheeks aching from how much you’ve been smiling. He’s still looking at you, his expression soft and warm, the faintest trace of amusement lingering in his eyes.

“Guess I should’ve known they’d find us,” he murmurs, his voice low, meant just for you.

You peel yourself away gently, remembering the half-poured bowl of snacks on the counter. “Jack’s never going to let you live it down,” you say with a laugh, turning back toward the counter.

But before you can move too far away from him, Quinn reaches for you.

“Hey,” he says softly, his hand wrapping around your waist as he pulls you back to him. His voice is gentle, quiet, like he’s savouring the moment. “I love you, you know that, right?”

You stop, his words settling over you. It’s not the first time he’s said it, but it still gets you every time — the way he says it so effortlessly, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Something he’s so sure of, as if loving you is simple.

You smile up at him, feeling the faintest blush creep across your cheeks. “I know,” you whisper, your voice teasing but tender as you brush your hand over his chest. “But you can keep telling me if you want.”

Quinn grins, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “I plan on it.”

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requests are open - let’s daydream!

[pawl3ss]

I came here to be a hater and hate on the minecraft movie trailer.

Get ready because this is probably the longest and the most autistic post ive made so far

I wont talk about the weird cgi and how unprofessional it looks but about how inaccurate the trailer is because it pisses me off and I have to be a nerd about it <3

ALSO IM NOT SURE IF TUMBLR WILL LET ME POST ALL OF THIS IN ONE POST so if it doesnt ill reblog with the rest <:3

first of all, those are NOT minecraft mountains.

Yes such seeds exist and you can find smt like that super easily in the game but it does NOT look so blocky

It should be a bit more smooth like here ⬆️

Next, what the fuck happened to the flowers.

Alot of the plants, trees, etc look like a disrespectful rip off of minecraft

Talking about plants, the trees are a big wtf

On the first pic you can see the log is SO THIN. LIKE THINNER THAN A TOOTHPICK. In the second you can see it is thicker, but because the block that fell out is so Itty bitty, you have to make the tree thinner.

The tree is as wide as the players, and when the block falls out its bigger than whatever the fuck this is. Yes I understand they have to carry the blocks and they can't make it too big, but you know what's a good solution? - make the blocks bigger when they fall out, but make them shrink when they get close/get put into a chest or inventory. SO EASY

Also I know you can find pink sheep naturally in the game, but oh come on.

You want to show how sPeCiAl the characters are and that they're sOoOoOo special they found a pink sheep on their spawn but oh my God you could have just let it be a normal sheep.

We stay with animals, and WHAT HAPPENED TO THE POOR WOLF. THE SNATCHED WAIST???? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM ☹️

and why is the creeper so, fluffy. Creepers are NOT made out of fur they are made of what alot of minecraft players suspect rotten skin like zombies or a skin-alike material, but it is NOT fur.

Also, *wrong buzzer sound* llamas don’t just spawn naturally. Unless theres a wandering trader (or however theyre called in english) they aren’t able to spawn just like that. They also usually have the carpet on their back.

EDIT: TURNS OUT THEY DO SPAWN NATURALLY IN MOUNTAIN BIOMES. still the Llama being here looks like they just put her there to try and "be funny" ykwim?

I also wanted to also say, this one character I feel that they're gonna be the most stereotypical, annoying one out of the whole movie and my ears hurt just looking at them

I wanted to say that the portal shouldn't be blue but like. Only the nether portal is purple, it's unknown how other portals look so... yeah

But still wtf is this cube??? What's the fuck are you holding young man???

Also, talking about mobs, piglins dont look like that, they dont have red light in their eyes, they dont have those drum-things because THEY DONT EVEN EXIST IN MINECRAFT which i will get to latur. They aren’t able to build like that, they aren’t able to get wood for trapdoors and for the fences and iron for the chains. Also they do not even know how to craft, they probably domt even know what a crafting table is. And ghasts also aren’t able to be in the overworld. I understand that theyre invading the land ans taking over but still Like Cmon >:(

I also wanted to say that this is not how nether looks but like. It does a bit, like where the piglins usually spawn ykwim? so ill give them that, the nether looks alr

Anyway TALKING ABOUT THINGS THAT DONT EXIST IN MINECRAFT: whatever this is, it isnt craftable in minecraft, unless there are mods installed. But the „mods” excuse can be used for everything in this post. It was the first thing i saw that pissed me off so badly that i had to make this post because like JUST USE ALL THE STUFF THAT THE ORIGINAL FRANCHISE HAS TO OFFER! NORMAL BUCKETS WOULD PROBABLY WORK JUST FINE!

Last but not least, if you think those two are the same character ive got some bad news for you buddy.

At least dye his beard brown. At least get the colours right. Please.

I think i mentioned everything i wanted. Lets hope the movie will get fixed or will turn out to be at least a bit better.

Thank you for letting me get nerdy about it <3

[obsessive-ego]

Pest of the west

Toonjuice x reader

Warning cringe

Gender neutral pronouns, pregnancy is mentioned once, also reader is forced to wear a dress

A shameless episode rewrite, swapping lydia for y/n and making it into a reader insert, I can not stress this enough, I just rewrote the episode to fit what I wanted, If this goes over well i might do more episode rewrites

Toonjuice takes you to the old west to goof off, and shit gets bad when an out law named bully the crud falls in love with you

"Come to the netherworld he said, it'll be fun he said, we'll go to the old west, you could use a good time, god" you grumbled to yourself, here you were handcuffed, wearing the ugliest, largest wedding dress you've ever seen in your life, hell, the size of the dress was the second reason stopping you from running from this cruel fate, the first being the groom. Not only were you handcuffed, your soon to be husband had a vice grip on your arm, a giant bull of a monster, Bully the Crud, you had no idea why this bastard wanted you, or why beetlejuice, scared out of his wits, ditched you to fend for yourself, all you knew was that you were screwed.

...

Finally, friday, it's been a long, rough work week. Between overtime, unreliable coworkers, and your bastard of a boss using you as a punching bag, you were beat.

Home again, you kick off your shoes, toss your bag and coat on the couch, and make the mental note to tidy up later. More importantly, you make your way to your bedroom, eager for the best part of the work day, changing out of your work clothes.

Passing the full-length mirror in your room, out of the corner of your eye, you notice the reflection wasn't yours.

"Hey BJ" you say casually, not bothering to look his way as you dig around your dresser for something more comfortable.

"It's about time you finally came around, babes,"

"Yeah, overtime again," you sigh

"Gross"

"Tell me about mister 'I don't have a job.'" You laugh, turning to the mirror to see that beetlejuice was gone.

"Huh," you mumble, scooping up your change of clothes. "Guess he had things to do?" You mumble.

Just then, you jump as the television in your bedroom turns on, loud static noises buzz from the speakers before an image settles on screen.

"Beetlejuice?"

Your television lights up showing a desert like scenery, with cactus, wired fences, cow skulls, and there was beetlejuice, dressed in cowboy attire

"That's my name, and cow poking is my game,Are you tired of the same old same old boring modern breather lifestyle?"

"Yeah" you chuckle

"Are ya in desperate need for a change of pace? Then mosey on down to the netherworld's wild west rude ranch, conveniently located in tombstone scareizona"

"There's a wild west in the netherworld? Like cowboys and stuff?" The ghoul had your full attention now, maybe sometime goofing off in the netherworld could do you some good, and the wild west would seem like something new and fun.

"Cowboys, cowghouls, just spout those magic b words, and we'll be ghost town bound"

what's the worst that could happen?

"Beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice!" You shout in a hurry, and in a flash you were gone, your change of clothes now abandoned on the floor where you once stood.

...

And there you were in the scenery you saw on your television, sand, cactus, cow skulls, all the cliches of an old west movie. Your work clothes now replaced with more appropriate attire, a black cowboy hat, with a matching vest, a soft blue coloured puffy sleeved shirt, with a dusty blue neckerchief, black pants, with a big skull shaped belt, and of course some big black boots, you look liked you walked out of freddy pharkas frontier pharmacist, but appreciated the wardrobe change, it was always so fun when your clothes changed when beetlejuice dragged you into the netherworld, it was something you grew to look forward to with each trip. Your adoration for the new look was short-lived as you glanced around, unable to locate your friend.

"Beetlejuice?"

Did he ditch you?

"Oh bury me~ on the lone prairie~"

The ground next to you shakes before beetlejuice's head pops up from the dirt and unearths the rest of himself. "Welcome to the netherwest babes! I'm your ghost host with the most, should you have any questions, I'll be sure awnser them, as obscurely as possible" the ghoul proudly proclaims as he struts away from the grave he pulled himself out of.

"So this is the netherwest, it looks fun"

"Of course, babes, it has everything an old west motife should have, sun, sand, more cliches, then you can shake a stick at," the ghost hollers, shaking a stick at a cow skull

"Sounds great, beej," you chuckle, grabbing his arm, eager to see the sights, and get your mind off your work week.

"And dont you worry toots, if you're fretting on being bush wacked by bad guys, you're fretting for nothing"

"Oh? You some kind of old West hero?" You chucke, amused by his sudden confidence.

"You kidding, babes? Nobody messes with the pest of the west, I'll show ya what I mean later, " he cackles leading you into town

"Pest is right" you smile

...

The two of you were having a blast, beetlejuice eagerly showing you the sights, dragging you around town, you both were laughing and carrying on, you really needed this after such a shitty work week, you could always rely on beetlejuice to change your mood for the better.

It was all fun and games until your ghost, with the most, got kicked by a horse into a trough of dirty water. You were trying not to laugh at him as you helped him out.

"This has got to be the closest thing I've taken ta a bath in months," he grumbled

"It's surely an improvement." You laugh, hoisting your friend out of the water,

"Excuse me" an unfamiliar voice interrupts the two of you "allow me to introduce myself" standing in front of you was a man shaped like a dartboard and a tiny purple guy who's shirt was way too long for him.

"Howdy there stranger, The name's casualty, hop along casualty, I'm the mayor of this here tombstone and this is fester, we all in the market for a new sheriff, know anybody who'd be intrested in such a noble and HIGH paying job?"

"What-" was all you managed to get out before beetlejuice perked up

"DO I? Look no further, I am the slob for the job!" Beetlejuice lunges forward, eager to shake the mayor's hand before you pull him back

"Uh, beej? You a law man? Do you even know any laws?"

"Dont rob people"

"Oof, that's on me, I set the bar too low, but weren't we just here to have fun? And besides sheriff? Ya know, that's a lot of hard work, " the ghoul's one weakness. Maybe the mentioning of work would be enough for him to decline, and the two of you could go back to goofing off.

"WORK?! YUCK!" Beetlejuice shouts, you smile, there's the ghost you know and love more than you're willing to admit.

"Maybe the breather is right. Maybe the job would be too much for this tender foot to handle," casualty loudly proclaims as he and his sidekick walk away

"TENDER FOOT!?"

Great, now they had him. Beetlejuice was always a sucker for reverse psychology.

"Can a tender foot do this?" Beetlejuice proceeds to 'show off' his so-called slime shooting skills, loudly proclaiming he could shoot his hat before it touched the ground.

The hat went up into the air and beetlejuice went trigger happy, the ghost hit everything BUT the hat, you were smart enough to take cover, the ghost proved in a matter of seconds slime shooting was something he had to cross out on his resume, as he proceeded to cover the towns folk in slime.

But yet the mayor was still eager to hire him.

"Beetlejuice, come on, seriously? you're the worst guy for the job, you lie, cheat, steal, hell you're wanted in 5 different states, and 6 provinces, plus we just got here, why would anyone want you to be sheriff? There's obviously a catch, think about it, " you pleaded with him, your words fell of deaf ears, beetlejuice was too excited with all the glory that came with his new title.

"Beetlejuice, I wouldn't do this if I were you -" You try again only to be shoved aside by the mayor, who was more than ready to slap that star shaped badge on Beetlejuice's chest.

"Congratulations, son, you're exactly what we're looking for!"

"This is a joke, right?" You groaned with arm crossed annoyed over the whole situation.

The mayor dragged Beetlejuice to the group of townsfolk who gathered in the street to see what all the commotion was about.

"Attention, yall, I'd like ya to meet our new sheriff"

The crowd cheered, and Beetlejuice drank in all the attention and praise being showered upon him, while you just stood there trying to put two and two together.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, bully the crud will be here at high noon," the mayor starts

"And he's gonna do terrible, horrible things to you -" Fester continues

"Great," you grumble, there it was, so much for a fun time.

A bell gong rings through the town, and in a matter of seconds the towns folk were gone, leaving only you and Beetlejuice standing in the middle of the street, you pull your phone out of your pocket, though you had no service, it still worked like a clock, time in the netherworld worked differently, though it was evening when you left, it was day time when you arrived, your phone always acted accordingly, it was weird, and you didnt understand it, but you werent complaining.

"Noon," you say in a whisper, your stomach now turning with dread. What the hell did beetlejuice just sign up for?

The ground rumbles, you grab the ghoul's arm out of nervousness, and in a sandstorm cloud of dust a pig pulled carriage charges into tombstone, making a hasty hault in front of the two of you. The door swings open, and there stands what you can only assume is bully the crud, a big bull of a man, snarling and staring down the two of you.

"I'm looking for trouble," he growls

Beetlejuice snorts "never met 'em, you know anyone by that name babes?" The ghoul gives you a nudge. You shake your head

"That ain't what I ment, that was a figure of speech! Which one of the two of you are the sheriff?!"

You clamp your mouth shut, you werent gonna rat out your friend or take the blame. Beetlejuice did the same.

Bully huffs through his nose before grabbing you by your neckerchief

"You better spill -" in the rough movement of grabbing you, your hat got knocked off, your eyes no longer hidden in shadow.

"You better, better- why, arent you a pretty little thing" bully sets you down, and hands you your hat "why you ring my bell little meadow muffin, hows 'bout you give ol'bully a kiss" you cringe at his change in mood and utter out a "what?" More confused than anything else, not to mention disgusted.

Beetlejuice quickly pulls you away, a tad angry over how this overgrown hamburger was now hitting on you, HIS best friend.

"I'm the sheriff round these parts, and this here is my deputy." The ghoul snatches your hat from your hands and roughly puts it back on your head.

"I never agreed to that," you grumble, adjusting your hat.

"YOU'RE THE NEW SHERIFF?!" the bull bellowed, followed by a fit of laughter

"And who might you be?" Beetlejuice puffed out his chest, squaring up to the monster

"I'm bully the crud, the meanest ombre that ever licked a law man," he shouted

"Ya know you look a lot bigger than your eight by tens. Were you sick on picture day?" Beetlejuice laughs, pulling a photo from his pocket

"Enough small talk, I came to run you outta town, and that's what I aim ta do." The bully snorts

"Alright, bully, make your move," beetlejuice snorts reaching for his slime shooter

In a matter of second, the monster grabs beetlejuice with one hand, tightly wrapped about his gut, squeezing the afterlife out of him

"Nice move" beetlejuice croaks

"Wait!" You shout, dead or not, that's got to hurt

Bully drops Beetlejuice, his attention now on you

"Sweet little meadow muffin, ya change your tune about giving ol' bully that kiss?" He coos, quickly making his way in front of you and grabbing your hands. His voice was much less harsh when addressing you. It was nauseating.

"Ugh," you flinch. You'd prefer the same hostility he's shown towards beetlejuice over this 'sweet' side in a heartbeat.

As disgusted as you were, this little exchange, it was enough of a distraction to get beetlejuice back on his feet.

In a flash your ghost host with the most pulls you away from the Bull's grasp

"Back off bovine breath," he snorts, jabbing bully in his chest. "I hope you dont mind me asking, but what's your BEEF with this town anyway? Cuz we'd kinda like ya to just MOO-ve along" with each cow related joke beetlejuice pushed bully back away from you, you bit your tongue, trying not to laugh, despite Beetlejuice's confidence, you werent too sure how dangerous this guy really was, and besides, beej was doing enough laughing for the both of you.

You remained silent watching beetlejuice roll on the floor laughing at his own jokes, that is until Bully has had enough of the ghoul's shenanigans and snaps and screams.

"NOBODY MAKES A LAUGHING STOCK OUT OF BULLY THE CRUD!"

Beetlejuice hops back to his feet and laughs

"Beej, I think you should get serious here," you urge. Yes, you know beetlejuice was a powerful ghost, but he was also a dumbass.

He snorts, "Come on, babes, you worry too much. This over sized hamburger is all bark and no bite, ya know what I mean?" Beetlejuice gives you a half-hearted shrug, turning away from Bully.

Of course, Beetlejuice wasn't as freaked out as you were, he wasnt the one getting kissy faces from a cow.

"Relax, babes, remember what I told ya earlier? Nobody messes with the pest of the west-!?" Beetlejuice freezes. While he spent his time ignoring bully and flapping his gums at you, the bull took his opportunity and painted a large yellow stripe on Beetlejuice's back.

"THE SHERIFF GOT A YELLOW STREAK DOWN HIS BACK!" A voice screams

were the towns folk watching this whole mess?

"You calling me a chicken?!" Beetlejuice screams back

"Boo" bully leans into him and whispers in Beetlejuice's ear

And that was all it took to turn your friend into a giant yellow chicken

Beetlejuice scrambled and clucked away from bully, hopping on the nearest horse and riding out of town.

"Fuck" was all you could say watching your friend ride out of view, you were now screwed.

You were pulled from the spot and hoisted up into bully's arms

"Now that I ran sheriff stinko out of town, let's have us a wedding♡"

"...I just have one question for you"

"Well sure there honey"

"What's the capital on Thailand?"

"What?"

"Its Bangkok!" You shout slamming the heel of your boot into bully's crotch.

Bully drops you and screams. You quickly scramble away, thankful that stupid joke worked.

Your freedom was shortly lived, you didnt get far, no building would let you in, citizens too frightened to what Bully might do to them if they were caught harboring someone he wanted, which was fair in a sense.

Bully pulls you back into his arms and laughs. "You should be more careful there, my little meadow muffin, you dont wanna damage the family jewels, we're gonna need em"

Beetlejuice wherever you are please come back.

...

As you were being prepared/forced to marry a literal monster, Beetlejuice was in the middle of the desert not too worried about you, back to his old abnormal self, arguing with a horse.

"So your not gonna head back to tombstone? What about your friend?"

"Y/n? They're fine, they're the toughest living thing I've ever had the privilege to scare" he waves his horse off, despite all the teasing the ghoul gave you he held a very high opinion of you and just assumes you could take on bully no problem. "They could take on a whole herd of Bully the cruds, no sweat"

...

"Y/n's sure taking their sweet time, I'm beginning to worry" Beetlejuice sighs

"I told ya, bully the crud is one tough side of beef. Do you have any idea what's gonna happen to your little friend if you dont run him outta town?" The horse nags.

Beetlejuice snorts, "Yeah, like I can see the future -" in a flash, Beetlejuice's cowboy attire was replaced with to resemble swami, with a big crystal ball nestled in his lap.

The ghoul snorts out a laugh

"Now let's see if I can get a clear picture on this thing" beetlejuice focuses on the orb and what he sees makes his stomach turn, not only did you fail on rescuing yourself from his mess, you were forced into marriage with that monster, your living status was now gone, you were barefoot and pregnant in a kitchen, and all because of him.

"Y/N! SAY IT AIN'T SO! Y/N AND BULLY ARE GONNA GET HITCHED!"

...

So here you were, hand cuffed, now gagged, in the ugliest puffy dress you ever seen, standing before a minister with you future husband who had a vice grip on you and no way out, you were trapped, you couldnt run, you could barely speak, every objection from your mouth was quickly muffled by Bullys sweaty hands to the point the bull gagged you to make things easier for this mess of a ceremony, if you could manage a few words you would have said the B word 3 times before this got this far. Your time was running out, and your hopes of beetlejuice coming to save you were getting slimmer by the second.

"We are gathered here today to join these two in matrimony, be there any man, or beast" the father gesturing to the side of the church filled with what you could only assume is  Bullys extended family. "Who feels that this here wedding should not take place, let them hold up their hand, or hove, or forever hold their cud," the minister laughs nervously

This was it. You were doomed, there was nothing you could do, you stood there staring forward, utterly lost in despair.

"GET ON WITH IT!" Bully bellows tugging you in closer. This had to be a nightmare, right? Any second your alarm would go off, right? Waking you from this disaster, right?

"That's it! The only thing left to say is, I now pronounce you cow and-!"

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE PARSON! I OBJECT!"

You whip your head around, knowing that voice anywhere, there he was, your knight in stinking armor, standing at the entrance of the hall, rushing towards you.

"This lil' thing is spoken for" beej spats before pulling you away from Bully, with a snap of the ghoul's fingers your restraints vanish, with your new found freedom you were quick to embrace him, silently thanking the stars he came back in the nic of time.

"How dare you try and marry MY fiance!"

"Your what?" You mumble

"Your fiance?! They ain't got a ring to prove that!"

"Oh?~" Beetlejuice grabs your wrist and shoves your hand in Bully's face, "then what's this?" Placed upon your middle finger was a very large, very tacky, bright green jewel on a black and white striped band, a ring that sure wasn't there 2 minutes ago.

"I-?!" The bully stutters

"You didn't notice? were you too busy forcing my little cockroach into this mess you couldnt be asked to see if they've been already spoken for, I bet you wouldnt listen to a word they said" each word the ghoul spoke he would jab the bull in the chest, he was really laying on the country twang, you couldnt help bit crack a smile knowing the danger of you being married to that monster was gone, not to mention Beetlejuice saying you were his fiance, it was cute and it made your heart skip a beat.

This mirth was short-lived, though, as Bully had had enough of Beetlejuice's shenanigans, with a snarl and a bellowing howl.

"NOBODY CUTS OFF MY NUPTIALS  AND GETS AWAY WITH! IT'S TIME WE SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

"Yeah"

"AND THAT MEANS ONLY ONE THING"

"Name it"

"SLIMESHOOTERS AT 60 PACES"

"YOU GOT IT!"

Bully stomps out of the church to get ready for the dual

Beetlejuice quickly pulls you aside

"Alright babes, let's get out of here, just say those magic b words, and we can amscray," he whispers to you.

"We can't"

"right- WHAT?! WHY?! - I mean, why? Cat got your tongue? Suddenly, you lost your voice? Or, oh no, dont tell me ya changed your mind and ACTUALLY WANT TO MARRY THAT CHUMP??" The ghoul grabs you shoulders and shakes you as if to knock some sense into you.

You brush his hands away "no, Beetlejuice, we cant leave, if we leave Bully is gonna destroy this town and everyone in it, I can't live with that on my shoulders" despite the fact that you hung around with a professional con man, you yourself were honest and kind, and to be the cause of such misery, you could never forgive yourself.

"Like I'm gonna lose sleep over that-" he grumbles

"Please beetlejuice, I'm asking you as a friend, and after you ditching me, I think you owe me" you gesture to the awful dress you were forced in, not to mention how if he was seconds late you could have been hitched to a literal monster.

"Fine" he grumbles

"Besides you're dead, what do you have to lose?"

Beetlejuice groans

"Also, can I ask one more thing of you, Beej? Can you get me out of this dress?" You tug at the tooling. You could barely move, and the fabric was quite itchy.

"Y/n! In front of so many people, and in a church! Well, if you insist, " the ghoul gingerly reaches for the zipper on your dress before you swat his hand away, clearly embarrassed

"I ment with magic." You sigh, not really in the mood for games

"Right, I knew that, just messing with ya," he chuckles sheepishly. With another snap, you were back in your cowboy attire

"Thank you, now, now what about bully?" You sneer

"Sit tight, babes, Bully's got a date with the sheriff"

"No, we can beat him together." You give the ghoul a light punch in the arm, still a little sore he left you behind.

...

Like any other western movie cliche, beetlejuice and bully square off in the center of town

"Please, for the love of god cheat," you grumble, watching this soon to be mess from the sidelines.

"That would be ideal, your friend there couldn't hit the ground with his hat," the mayor buts in to your mutterings

"But I think I have something dumb enough it might just work -" you muse before running off.

"This is it bully. It's time to separate the men from the bulls. There's no tomorrow. It's now or never, the cheese stands alone!"

"Quit stalling and draw!" Bully sneers, absolutely fed up with Beetlejuice's nonsense.

"Draw? I'm a little rusty, but I'll give it a go. " Beetlejuice snorts swapping his cowboy hat for a beret, pulling a canvas and easel out of nowhere

"Now I'm gonna need ya to keep that pose for the next few hours -"

Bully screams in frustration, ripping the canvas away from Beej and slamming it over head

Beetlejuice unfazed snorts. "I really get into my work"

"I'm gonna give you one last chance to draw beetlejerk, or else I'm gonna start without ya, NOW DRAW!"

Beetlejuice swallows the lump in his throat "I guess this is it, theres no turning back now"

"Hold it!"

"Y/n!" Beetlejuice shouts, glad to see you

"Hey Bully I've change my mind about marrying you!" You shout

"WHAT!? Babes have you lost your mind?!"

"You have?! Oh honey I'd knew youd come around♡"

You run into the center of the action and with Bully distracted, you toss beetlejuice a different pistol

"Shoot!" You shout

"OH!" Beetlejuice fumbles with the gun before taking clear aim and firing, but instead of slime, a red sauce came out, covering bully, you let out a sigh you didnt know you were holding, the fact that beetlejuice ACTUALLY hit bully was nothing other than luck.

"Huh?! BARBEQUE SAUCE?! GET IT OFF OF ME" Bully screams

"I dont know about you, babes, but I could eat." beetlejuice growls, scraping a knife and fork together.

Bully scared for his afterlife screams and scrambles out of tombstone, off into the sunset and out of sight.

"Thank god" you sigh, absolutely physically and emotionally exhausted

"We did it, babes!" Beetlejuice pulls you into a side hug

"Yeah" you chuckle

"Sheriff, we can't thank you enough." The mayor shakes Beetlejuice's hand

"Yup, bully the crud won't be bothering this town anymore, so long as you keep plenty of barbeque sauce on hand, but alas, it's about time I hung up the old slimeshooters" beetlejuice sighs

"WHAT?!" The mayor of tombstone drops to the ground and hugs Beetlejuice's knees."NO! dont quit, is it because of me, because I got you to take the job with trickery, dishonesty, and deceit?"

Beetlejuice snorts out a laugh "heck no  I like that in a guy, but no, I'm hanging up my guns for personal reasons, all this mud are ruining my boots"

The mayor sighs, "we lose a lot of them that way..."

"We should get going, Beej." You finally interrupt, desperate to get home and rest.

Beetlejuice perks up. "So babes, how's bout a thank you for your hero, huh?" Beetlejuice  leans into you, wiggling his eyebrows

"A 'thank you' to the guy whose fault I almost married to cow?" You snort out a laugh

"I came back in the nic of time, didn't I? Come on, come on, come on~" the ghoul teases, nudging his elbow into your arm.

You yank beetlejuice by his neckerchief pulling him close to your level, that was enough to get him to shut his mouth, and in an instant, you give him a quick, soft kiss on his cheek.

Letting him go, he remains stunned. You give the ghoul a light punch in the arm

"Come on, beetlejuice, let's go home"

"...Right"

It was odd, everytime you've shown beej kindness or compassion, he would always go off saying it was 'gross' but this time that wasnt that case, he remained silent, which after the day you had, you were fine with that.

Bonus

To be honest, you were exhausted, between a rough work week and that whole emotional nearly married to a monster thing. You nearly passed out when you returned home.

But now all that was behind you and you were home again, safe and unwed.

In the netherworld, the ghoul who dragged you into the situation/ saved you was laying awake in his bed, hand gingerly placed upon the cheek you so quickly kissed.

Yes, beetlejuice has kissed you multiple times, but as a joke, sort of, but this? You kissing him? With genuine feeling?

"Gross" was all he could utter, hand still holding the spot where your lips met his cold face.

[onceuponastory]

knights in leather jackets - biker!bucky x reader

Plot: Stuck in a dead end job at an ice cream parlour, Y/N dreams of something new in her life, especially when a biker’s charity meet and ride comes to town. And then, she meets Bucky. Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Y/N’s boss being an ass and a bully, verbal abuse and some violence and threats. Biker!Bucky is also very much a flirt in this, and likes using doll as his petname (yes, he’s a warning, hahaha). As always if I miss any triggers, let me know. Notes: This was inspired by a biker’s meet that happened near me, and also because I’ve always liked these kind of stories. This is not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Gazing out of the window, Y/N drifts into a dreamworld. A local biker group is holding their annual charity meet and ride in her city, meaning that the streets surrounding the ice cream parlour she works in are full of motorbikes, and that the sound of engines continues to fill the air. She’s already served a few of them so far tonight, but the crowd has died down. Thankfully for Y/N, it means she can stare out of the window to her heart’s content, watching and listening to all the bikers.

“Hey, earth to Y/N. I don’t pay you to stand around looking like an idiot.” Her boss snaps, pulling her out of her trance. “Oh, please tell me you’re not staring at them.” He huffs.

“And who exactly is ‘them’?” She asks warily. 

“Those stupid bikers.” 

“It’s for charity!” She exclaims. “And besides, they’ve been great for business! I already sold a bunch of ice cream to them.” 

“I don’t give a shit! Could be for world peace for all I care. I hate those things.” Honestly, Y/N wishes she could say that she was surprised by her boss’ reply. But she’s been working for this asshole for so long, and been screamed at by him so many times that she’s used to his awful attitude by this point. “They just make too much noise, and they’re bad news. I wouldn't allow them to be here if I had my way.”

“Thank fuck you’re not in charge, then.” She mutters, rolling her eyes. If she could, she would’ve left this shitty job months ago and never looked back. Unfortunately for her, bills need to be paid, and nobody else wants to hire her, so it looks like she’s going to be stuck here, with her shitty boss, for the rest of her life.

Another roar of an engine sounds from outside, and Y/N sighs. She’d love to be like the bikers, driving all over the country without a care in the world. The wind in her hair, free to do whatever and go wherever she wanted… that would be perfect.

“I’m going for a break.” Her boss snaps, walking out and slamming the door behind him. The sound reverberates throughout the room, sending a shockwave through her entire body. Clenching her fist, she tries to calm down.

God, she hates this fucking place.

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About half an hour later, Y/N is checking on something through the back when the chimes above the door sound, signalling the arrival of another customer. Before going back out, she takes a moment to brace herself. It could also mean her boss is back, ready to get mad at her for something else that isn’t her fault.

Thankfully for Y/N, when she goes back out to the front, the only person standing there is another biker. Dressed all in black, including the sunglasses perched on his head, he looks out of place against the bright colours of the ice cream parlour. Coupled with his extremely muscular physique and the biker patches on his jacket, he looks like the stereotypical bad boy in a movie, the one who comes in to lead the heroine astray and drive her to trouble. But she doesn’t care about that. She’s just happy that she has a moment of freedom from her boss constantly breathing down her neck. And besides, what's so bad about wanting a bad boy in your life? Especially when you live a life as shitty as hers.

“Hey sir, what can I get you?” The man looks up, brushing a few strands of his long brunette hair out of his face. Light blue eyes stare back at her.

“Hey there.” He grins. God, this man is gorgeous. He peers over the cabinet, staring at all the flavours. The light catches his eyes, and they sparkle even more. “It’s so hard to choose. There’s so many choices.” He murmurs. His voice is smooth like honey, and he hums to himself as he tries to decide.  “Nope, no clue. Can you recommend anything?” He stands up straighter, almost leaning over the counter towards her. Yet, Y/N doesn’t feel afraid of him coming closer. In fact, somehow she already feels comfortable around him. 

“Well, that depends. What kind of flavours do you like?”

The man chuckles, biting his lip slightly. “I do like something sweet.” He grins, pointedly glancing over her facial features. Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat, and she can already feel heat settling onto her cheeks. “But maybe with a little tartness.” He winks, and Y/N quickly bites her tongue before she can embarrass herself. “So what do you think…” His eyes move lower, towards her chest, landing on her name tag. “...Y/N?” He whispers. Y/N bites down even harder, quieting the moan that threatens to escape. This man just oozes charisma, and it’s clear he’s flirting with her. Although, after the shitty day she’s been having, he’s the welcome respite she needs. 

“Um. I think r-raspberry ripple would be a good choice then.” She stammers, her voice sounding more like a squeak than anything else. Already, she can feel her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“There we go then. Lady’s choice.” Quickly, Y/N scoops him some, thrusting the cone into his hand at breakneck speeds. As she does, her hand brushes against the leather of his gloves. And the sensation almost sends her heart into overdrive. Thankfully, the man doesn’t seem to notice her frazzled state. Or if he does, at least he doesn’t mention it. “Thanks doll.” He roots around in the pockets of his clearly too tight (although not that Y/N is complaining) jeans, handing over a wad of cash.

“It’s only three-” Y/N begins, holding out the extra cash. However, the man shakes his head. 

“No, no. You keep it. Consider it a tip.” And a real, proper smile, her first that day, grows on Y/N’s lips.

“Thank you so much.” She expects the man to leave then, their chance meeting over. Instead, he stands there, watching her as he eats his cone. Meanwhile, Y/N tries to think of something, anything to say to get him to stay. 

“This is amazing.” He smiles. “You have great taste.”

“You’re welcome. But you know….” She begins, and the man raises a brow. “I don’t know your name and you know mine. I think it’s only fair that I get to know yours.” Nodding, the man chuckles.

“It’s Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, Bucky. How’s the ride? I think it’s great what you’re doing, by the way. I’ve been here most of the day, but I saw and heard you all down there. Sounds amazing.” For a moment, she’s worried her gushing will turn him off. But in fact, he seems more than happy to discuss it with her. 

“Yeah, well, someone sends the call out, and we come to raise as much as we can. This time it’s for the local kid’s hospital.” He shrugs, showing there’s no question about his choice to help others. Y/N smiles. What was that she was saying about him being a bad boy? Seems like he’s anything but. “But you’re right. It’s great catching up with everyone, too.” Y/N holds out some more cash, and Bucky frowns. “I told you that’s your tip.”

“I know. But I wanna help too.” And then, Bucky smiles. A huge, warm, grateful smile. 

“Thank you. You’re an angel, you know that? At least… one that gives out amazing ice cream and helps others.” Y/N feels her stomach fluttering, and she giggles.

“Well, I’m happy to serve.”

But then, the happy peace is shattered. “Y/N!” Her boss shouts, banging the door open. Immediately, Y/N jumps. Noticing her sudden fear, Bucky frowns. 

“What the hell? Are you alright?” Her boss storms into the room, glaring at her. From the way he’s standing, his nostrils flaring, he looks like one of those cartoons with the faces that turn bright red whenever they get angry. If steam started coming out of his ears, Y/N wouldn’t be the least bit surprised.

“I told you to take out the fucking trash before I left, didn’t I?” He hisses.

“No, you didn’t. You just stormed out.” Y/N argues, willing herself not to get pissed off or cry in front of her cute customer.

“Don’t talk back to me. Need I remind you I pay your wages? I can easily take that away.”

“But-” she begins, already hearing her voice cracking.

“Hey, that’s enough. Don’t you ever threaten her like that again.” Bucky speaks up. His voice is immediately deeper, and more threatening. 

“And who the hell are you?” Her boss asks, looking him up and down. But like Y/N said, it’s obvious that Bucky is a biker. “Oh. Of course.” He scoffs. “Listen buddy, I don’t need someone like you to tell me what to do. This is between me and my employee, so it’s none of your business. Got it?”

“Oh, someone like me, huh?” Bucky chuckles. “The thing is, I don’t care what an asshole like you thinks about me. What I do care about is how you treat your lovely employee there.” Despite the fear coursing through her veins, Y/N registers her heart beating even quicker at Bucky’s words. “Now. Why don’t you say sorry, and I won’t be forced to bring my friends round to help me deal with you, hm?”

Next, everything happens in a blur. All Y/N sees is her boss raising his fist, and Bucky quickly grabbing his wrist before he can do anything. “Really shouldn’t have done that, buddy.” Bucky tuts.

“Fuck you.” Her boss hisses, only to scream when Bucky twists his arm even more. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Her boss whimpers. Bucky shakes his head.

“Not to me. Say sorry to Y/N.” He orders. Somehow, the threatening tone of Bucky’s voice is extremely attractive to her. Or that could just be because he’s doing it to protect her. When she said he was a bad boy, she couldn’t have been further from the truth. In a cheesy way, he’s more like a knight in a leather jacket. “Now.”

“I’m sorry…Y/N.” Her boss cries. Seeing the man who has bullied and threatened her for so long on his knees in tears is a pretty unbelievable sight. Yet, Y/N can’t help but giggle. She’s been wanting this bastard to get his comeuppance ever since she started working here, and she’s not missing a moment of it.

“Good boy. Now, fuck off and leave her alone. And if I ever hear that you’re treating her like shit again, I will bring my friends round, okay?” When her boss nods, Bucky lets go of his wrist, and he scurries out of the door without another word. As Bucky takes out his phone, dialling a number, Y/N lets out a breath she doesn’t realise she was holding. Her heart is still pounding in some weird mix of fear and love for the man who saved her. “Hey. We have a situation at the ice cream parlour.” Bucky speaks, pacing around the shop. “No, nothing like that. The boss was just being an asshole to his employee, so I made sure he knew to leave her alone or else. Asshole’s probably gonna go squealing to the police at some point though, so we should be prepared. …Okay, see you soon.”

When Bucky hangs up, he’s immediately back to the same, kind person he was when it was just them. “Are you alright? He hasn’t hurt you, has he?”

“No, it just scared me. It’s nothing new, though.” She murmurs. Her words make Bucky’s jaw clench, and he sighs. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Y/N doesn’t respond. Instead, she crosses over to him, pulling him into a tight grasp, not even caring about the consequences. He smells like gasoline and patchouli oil. The powerful aroma infiltrates her entire senses, sweet and intoxicating. Bucky wraps his arms around her, pulling her even closer. So close she can feel the warmth radiating from his body, and feel his heartbeat through his jacket.

“Thank you.” She gasps. “So much.”

“Of course, doll. It’s what we do.” Being in Bucky’s arms feels safe and right. He holds her until her heart rate calms down, matching with his. She never wants to let go.

But then, she remembers. Bikers from all over the country are at this charity meet.What if Bucky lives miles away, and she’ll never see him again?

“Bucky, what happens when you go? What if he comes back?” She asks, her voice quiet. Pulling apart from her, Bucky grabs a napkin, writing his number on it.

“I doubt he will come back, but if there’s any issues, you call me okay? I’ll be right over.” He picks up his helmet, heading towards the door.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I’ve gotta go meet the others. Like I said, call me, okay?”

“Okay.” She nods, already missing him.

And then, he’s gone.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll see more from these two very soon.

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Tag Game: Get to Know Your Mutuals <3

thank you, @star-lights-up, for tagging me in this - you have no idea how badly I wanted to do this one, so thank you. putting under a read more to not clog dashes!

What's the origin of your blog title?

it's from these lyrics, who own my entire heart and soul. "At first, I thought you were a constellation, I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation. You're as beautiful as endless. You're the universe I'm helpless in."

OTP(s) + Shipname:

ah, there's erik/charles (cherik), steve/bucky (stucky), elio/oliver (no idea), erika/charlotte (cherika), peter/kurt (nightsilver), logan/storm (no idea - stormverine?), achilles/patroclus (patrocilles), and probably more that I'm forgetting.

Favourite colour:

purple, pink, black; love me some pastels, too.

Favourite game:

probably stardew valley because I've spent the most time playing it. also love minecraft and animal crossing a lot, and @star-lights-up, you are so valid for saying that minecraft creative mode is peaceful - minecraft even in easy makes me stressed.

Song stuck in your head:

"How Dare You Want More" by the Bleachers. such a good, good song.

Weirdest habit/trait?

lol, dunno if this is a habit/trait or even weird; but I dissociate A Lot. probably a coping mechanism from my childhood and/or a way to avoid the stressors of the world. I also listen to a new song on repeat for hours/days until I'm tired of it. my brain has to absorb everything about it.

Hobbies:

writing, playing with photoshop, crocheting/knitting, playing video games, listening to music.

If you work, what's your profession?

my official title is "detection and investigation analyst lead" - I basically work in the area of fraud. formally, my professional title is psychological scientist.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically?

realistically, I'd like to be a professor; but the job market is so over-saturated, pay could be shit depending on what university, and I would have had to do post-doctoral work, which would have probably killed me mentally and emotionally.

Something you're good at:

my job at work, my area of expertise as a psychological scientist, and probably writing and crocheting, though I could improve with both of those for sure.

Something you're bad at:

writing in present-tense, oh my god.

Something you love:

erik lehnsherr - think about that man way, way too much.

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

x-men universe, marvel universe, psychological sciences/research, this one mathematical hypothesis, the books I love - basically all of my hyperfixations.

Something you hate:

the way the world is currently and the way people have zero (0) empathy anymore.

Something you collect:

I collect shot glasses from various places I've been (can't stand shots though). I also collect lego sets and magneto things courtesy of my partner buying me them all the time. he supports my hyperfixations.

Something you forget:

all the amazing plots that come to my mind that I forget to write down. but more generally, I forget a lot of things - pisses many people off around me, but I can't help it. I don't have good memory.

What's your love language?

I'm chewing over the fact I'm probably a little asexual, so my love language when I actually have it is little, subtle touches, just letting my partner know I'm there. I also love buying little things

Favourite movie/show:

Films: X-Men franchise; Captain America trilogy only; Saw series; Resident Evil series; Cry-Baby; The Fifth Element; Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy only; and many other more. TV Shows: Love, Death, and Robots; House, MD; Breaking Bad; Supernatural; The Agency; Danny Phantom

Favourite food:

I'm vegan, but I still find ways to eat some of my favorites - pizza, pasta, tacos, salads (god, I love salad), and pierogies.

Favourite animal:

cats! and snakes are pretty cool.

What were you like as a child?

I was an undiagnosed audhd kid (heavy on the autism, as it turns out), so I didn't know I was different than everyone else; so everyone kind of just existed around me as I acted "normally" for myself but was very not normal for everyone else. still coming to terms with that and morning my childhood a bit because I really thought I fit in - but I didn't, lol - and that's okay.

Favourite subject at school?

math - I have a degree in it. also, social sciences like psychology - I also have a degree in it. if you put them both together, I have a doctorate in them. a nerd through and through.

Least favourite subject:

as funny as it sounds, I couldn't stand english simply because I hated writing essays. and in-class essays - get outta here with that.

What's your best character trait?

I have a very, very hard time self-reflecting and figuring out my traits, personality, etc.; so I don't really know. I do know that I'm very, very empathetic and compassionate - I worry about others and their circumstances well before I worry about myself - so possibly that.

What's your worst character trait?

dunno if this a character trait, but I have massive issues with executive functioning to the point where I can't get a lot done in the day. so that's something I cannot stand because I wanna be the person who does things, but my mind just doesn't let me.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

I need to get into a higher tax bracket and move to europe, lol

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

I would love to talk to Edgar Allan Poe - his writing is just incredible to me, and I want to know how he created all his short stories and poems because they are so creative and spine-chilling. I also want to meet Beethoven because he likely had a modern-day diagnosis of something and he was also not white, as we know now; so I'd love to just sit with him and go through his hearing-loss and partner-loss and how he wrote such incredible music despite his psychological issues.

loved doing this - thank you for the tag. tagging some mutuals who weren't tagged by @star-lights-up, and as always, no pressure to do the tag: @neonwizardheehee, @lennakasra, @ghostboy512, @lightasthesun, @lenichque, @fullcatkryptonite, @eriknocherikyes, @mister-peregrine, @artificiallita, @dick-helmet-magneto, and any other moots who wanna do the tag.

[sinistergooseberries]

SALAAR (SPOILER ALERT)

continuing my tags from a previous post (sorry 😭 @deadloverscity) : like i said, i do think salaar is a good story so far. I like the world-building, I like the tribe coalition system that becomes a background for our story, and i like the fact that varadha and deva are in a toxic yaoi relationship.

im not gonna lie tho, i just haaaate the cinematography and lighting in prashant neel's movies. it's always a bad time there. It's like slapping a vignette over every frame of the movie, and it takes away any colour whatsoever. I understand that he wants to go for a dark vibe, but trust me, dark vibes can be achieved even without making the entire movie dark and invisible. I literally cannot see the actors doing any action! It's bad! It's not enjoyable. As a typical Telugu moviegoer (and assuming the movie was made for a predominantly telugu audience), I enjoy a somewhat vibrant colour scheme. So far, in all of our movies and even the mega movies (if you have watched RRR and Baahubali) there is a lot colour and imagery going on in the movies. I think in Prashant neel's cinemas, all of this is taken away. He has a set of colours that appear in his films consistently - which are black, grey and red. This colour scheme i feel, if repeatedly used, can be a bit boring and may take away the vibrance of the story. the stark contrasts (imo) do not emphasise the story, they overshadow it. still, take this w a grain of salt.

However, considering the fact that this is just his fourth film, ill cut him some slack. But man, if he is going to make movies for a telugu audience, i hope he lets go of the vignette filter.

next, the worldbuilding. i like it - here is a country that is completely separated from india, yet dictates certain aspects of it. i like that they chose an isolated place that evolves in parallel with the mainland, but retains the values of the tribes, making this place mythical and real at the same time. i was really intrigued by the tribe lore - about how the mannars ousted the shouryangas, and how rajamannar basically went against his own father's rule-book and is now facing dire consequences from bharava, whose tribe has the right to the throne right now. i also love love love loveeeeeee the fact that deva is the rightful heir to the throne - and also also the fact that whether he knows about this or not is left ambiguous. i love how this adds another layer to amma's hatred of khansaar and OH. MY. GOD. chef's kiss i love it.

as a personal taste, i don't like violence and epic fights tm overshadowing the narrative, which i feel the movie does. however, kannada film-making might be different. idk, i havent seen many kannada films other than kantara and kgf. the former is good i absolutely love it - the story is fantastic, the fight scenes are chumma, ufff i can praise it for days. the latter is pretty meh for me.

another thing i love about the movie is.. well, varadha and deva. dude, what is up with telugu guys unintentionally making queer movies these days? what is up with that yallll??? ohmygod. when i tell you that i smelled the romance im not lying. dude. dudeee. the whole friends to enemies to (maybe) friends/lovers arc theyve got going on? oooh baby i can feel the fanfics writing themselves. the whole soaked in blood-fighting-together scene? it was a miracle i wasnt jumping up and down on my seat. the dialogue in that scene 'i have friends more handsome than you' and then varadha getting kinda jealous and shit. lovely. the whole don't touch him thing that deva has got going on - baby boy just kiss him. and man. it's beautiful tragic and im writing a fanfic.

soo yeah this is my rant about salaar. im expecting something from it lol.

[avephelis]

MUTANT MAYHEM THOUGHTS IT WAS SUPER AWESOME LET'S FUCKING GOO

BANGER BANGER BANGER FILM. definitely the thing i liked most was the visuals - the style is SO UNIQUE (with the deliberately misshapen designs and grungy colours with harsh neon contrast and the FUCKING !! SKETCH/SCRATCH LINES DUUDE), and the animation was just so full of personality and an absolute joy to watch.

AND SHOUT OUT TO THE EFFECTS AND LIGHTING ANIMATION ESPECIALLY HOLY SHIT ??? every time they had the scratched on light rays or scribbled smoke and dust i started like DROOLING dude.

the cinematography was also just absolutely amazing - incredible use of the medium to do these fantastic running shots with complex angles. favourite sequence was definitely the side shots of the boys fighting and interrogating people (SO smooth and the fighting choreography was incredible and showcased their styles and personalities so well, and the intercut sense of MOTION. dude. banger.)

AND !! THE FUCKING SOUND DESIGN!! especially the score dude MY GOD i loved the use of pitchy and unconventional instruments it fit the movie to a tee.

LOVED THE CHARACTERS! particularly the boys and the other mutants (mondo wingnut and leatherhead especially). all the interactions were super sweet and well-written and i just LOVED the VA performances - played off each other immaculately. i love how cringe and unapologetically TEEN the turtles are. and adored splinter too.

i think i'm glad they focused more on developing their relationship as a family than individual character arcs, because it helped reduce any bias or favouritism for specific turtles (COUGH leo and raph ahem), and also worked best with the super fast pacing, i think. didn't feel too cramped in all the busyness.

that said, i did struggle with the comedy a bit? particularly the reference humour. NOT THAT IT WAS ALL BAD! quite a few got a laugh out of me, but there were so many packed into such a small amount of time that it ended up getting a bit distracting. felt a bit like "let's wave all our properties in your face" and kind of out of place at times (i would've preferred for them to be less frequent, or for the references to be knock-offs)

i don't think the plot was the MOST compelling, either, but really that's fine, because it wasn't trying to be. the focus was on the art and action and dynamics and it is completely fine for it to focus more on that than thematic and emotional beats.

oh also i can't decide whether i love or hate the milking joke. funny at times but the more they retreaded it the more uncomfortable it felt lmao.

overall i think it is the most technically impressive tmnt movie, that i've seen at least, and from a cinematography point of view? ABSOLUTELY MIND-BLOWING. but it isn't necessarily the most emotionally compelling tmnt movie, and you know what? that's okay! because is wasn't trying to be, and it absolutely excels at what it aims itself towards.

[perfectly-clear-from-here]

9 people you want to get to know better ! 

i was tagged by @a-reality-dream tysmmm i swear these tag games are like wee life checkpoints <3

fav color: oh christ i have no clue ahh id say maybe really light denim blue and black (because leather and denim is literally all i wear) but like proper colour wise i think pink and green go dead nice together so there ya go

currently reading: just got Young Mungo by Douglas Stewart a couple days ago so ive been reading that and ahhhh i absolutely love it!!

last song: well it was can't stand me now by the libertines (who ive just gotten totally obsessed with again ahhh bless them) but it literally just changed to parabola by tool and GOD i still cant get over how good the guitar is in this song-

last series: oh im actually not sure i havent been watching anything really rn but my brother's been stickin on breaking bad again so i guess im rewatching it!!

last movie: went to see oppenheimer the other day and OH MY JESUS it was so incredible, ive got such a soft spot for christopher nolan films and i swear cillian murphy and his feckin big blue eyes are gonna be the death of me-

currently working on: chapter 4 for inhaler!! ive been dragged through the bushes backwards with this one but i swear its on the way 😭

right. do what ye want of course. no pressure. (and sorry if youve already been tagged ahh!!) but- here ya go:

@uhbasicallyjustmilex

@yellowloid

@paperlovesadness

@blokeykisses

@drinkingbitterboy

@blacktrickle

@bandomgay

@barmans-fault

@doiwannaknow5

and if ye want it, just say user perfectly-clear-from-here gave you full permission <3

[mackdaddyofthecravate]

Tagged by @unfortunatelycake

Last song: Heartbreaking - Angelo Badelamenti

Favourite colour: Black

Last book I finished: The Secret History of Twin Peaks - Mark Frost (audiobook)

Last movie: Crash (1996)

Last TV show: Due South

Sweet/spicy/savoury: Savoury! Cheeeese esp.

Last thing I searched for online: Half Light quotes from Disco Elysium

Current obsession: Forever and always Pro Wrestling. Specifically focusing on AJPW and NOAH rn, but dipping into DDT, TJPW. AEW as well!

Something I'm looking forward to: Tomorrow's NOAH show. THIS MATCH especially oh my god I'm going to be so normal about it 😂 Owada has a history of Hot For Teacher, and he got totally dumped by KENOH for Kaito and All Rebellion, and now he has a new Daddy in Daga. But KENOH is saying things like, time to teach Owadasan a LESSON. And I know it's doing things to him inside huehuehue. God I love canon and hc lore all mixed together.

Anyway idk who to tag, do it if you like I'm bad at this 🤭

[anewdawnwithoutfear]

Everything I Achieved and More [Professor Playlist]

Day Six: Childhood – Ayreon

No matter what you said, he’d always disagree You swore that one day you would be better than him…one day you’d win

Wait – The Dear Hunter

I’ll know when I turn to dust But I fear the answer isn’t enough So, will I ever know Heaven or Hell? Or is eternity something worse?

We Don’t Need Another Hero (Thunderdome) – Tina Turner

So, what do we do with our lives We leave only a mark Will our story shine like a light or end in the dark? Give it all or nothing

New Dawn Fades – Joy Division

It was me, waiting for me Hoping for something more Me, seeing me this time Hoping for something else

Most Likely To Succeed – Five Iron Frenzy

Do what you do when you say what you want to say, With or without regard for me Scheme what you scheme when you’re thinking of yourself, You’re the most likely to succeed The yearbook said that you’d be another winner, You forgot what success should mean

Social Climb – I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Defend your factions, cut the lines Leagues of social climbers are abound Oh, but be advised, no restitution comes tonight ‘Less we lay unconscious in the ground

The Package – A Perfect Circle

Clever got me this far Then tricky got me in Eye on what I’m after I don’t need another friend

The Man – The Killers

I know the score like the back of my hand Them other boys, I don’t give a damn They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown Nothing can break, nothing can break me down

Fools – The Temper Trap

And I want it, I want it, I want it And I want it, I want it, I want it All You can’t wait to watch me fall

Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall – Steinar Raknes (Bob Dylan Cover)

And I’ll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinking But I’ll know my song well before I start singing

Get The Balance Right! – Depeche Mode

Be responsible, respectable Stable but gullible Concerned and caring Help the helpless But always remain Ultimately selfish

I’m Here To Take The Sky – Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows

If the sky is the limit then I’ll build a bridge up to it If I make it back, I’d still want more, more If the sky is the limit then I’ll steal the air that’s in it I won’t take it back, I’d still want more, I’d still want more

A Good Song Never Dies – Saint Motel

Hope, the wonder drug Don’t work no more, think it took too much Sweat, your equity Make the caffeine be your weaponry

See Me, Feel Me – The Who

Right behind you, I see the millions On you, I see the glory From you, I get opinion From you, I get the story

Cult of Personality – Living Colour

I know your anger, I know your dreams I’ve been everything you want to be Oh, I’m the cult of personality

One More Step – Church of the Cosmic Skull

One more step til we show you the proof One more step til we show you the truth

Personal Jesus – Oba Frank Lords (Depeche Mode Cover)

I prophesized I never lied I came to life You watched me die I bled for you You know it’s true But is this something that you would do

Don’t Stop – Innerpartysystem

The road I walk is paved in gold To glorify my platinum soul I am the closest thing to god So worship me and never stop

Ice Cream – New Young Pony Club

Let me give you what you’d like I can make you mouth run dry

Severed – The Decemberists

I alone am the answer I alone will make wrongs right

Chase This Light – Jimmy Eat World

A movie, still photograph Through a martyr’s eyes can I see I’ve seen the best of love, the best of hate, the best reward is earned And I’ve paid for every single word I ever said

The Ruler and The Killer – Kid Cudi

Now, what I want is specific, hey hey Respect what I have done for thee

Day Fourteen: Pride – Ayreon

I’ve always been respectable, I don’t understand I tried to be compassionate, I’m not a ruthless man!

Red Right Hand – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

He’s a ghost, he’s a god, he’s a man, he’s a guru You’re one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his red right hand

Puppets – Essence of Mind (Depeche Mode Cover)

All the things you tried to do babe And all the words we’ve said before Are only part of what I started baby And you can’t stop me anymore

Mr. Malum – The Dear Hunter

His puppets to the left, and His pawns to line the right But every eye is front and center A cool intoxication from the sap that Trickles down his branches to their mouths

Unnatural Selection – Muse

I’m hungry for some unrest I wanna push it beyond a peaceful protest I wanna speak in a language that they will understand Dedication to a new age Is this the end of destruction and rampage? Another chance to erase and then repeat it again

Middleman – Bright Eyes

So I’ve become the middleman The gray areas are mine The in-between, the absentee Is a beautiful disguise

Don’t Mess With Me – temposhark

In my crown, I am king I love their endless worshiping I am raw, a dinosaur But I will never be extinct

Handlebars – Flobots

‘Cause I can lead a nation with a microphone With a microphone With a microphone And I can split the atom of a molecule Of a molecule Of a molecule

Everybody Loves Me – OneRepublic

Oh my, feels just like I don’t try Looks so good, I might die All I know is everybody loves me

Eat Raw Meat = Blood Drool – Editors

A little bit for myself, don’t put a price on your health, I give a little to her I give a little to you, I give a little to him, I give a little to her

Rules Don’t Stop – We Are Scientists

It’s not as if it’s gonna kill anyone If there’s no victim then there’s no crime Just draw another if you think we’ve crossed the line

No Consequences – VersaEmerge

Everywhere I go, No one says no to me, They don’t, They don’t dare

Everybody Knows That You’re Insane – Queens of the Stone Age

You wanna know just how long you can hide from What you are? Not very long

Further – VNV Nation

And in retrospect I’ll say we’ve done no wrong Who are we to judge what’s right and what has purpose for us? With designs upon ourselves to do no wrong Running wild unaware of what might come of us

[a-heart-like-a-sparrow]

January 28th, 2024 - Lasagna

────────────────────────────── Woke up at 12 PM I lied again. Tee-hee Oh my god, I love lasagna ──────────────────────────────

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It's a bit funny how yesterday I shares a song by Hole, and today I'm sharing a Nirvana song. Both albums' titles even start with the letter N! lol

I actually don't listen to Nirvana. It's the same as with Radiohead. I don't remember listening to "Smells Like Teen Spirit", even though it's their most popular song. So I did, and I liked it! It sounds great, I may listen to more of them.

I did that while eating a big piece of lasagna for dinner. Leftovers of my lunch. I LOVE lasagna, it's my second favourite type of pasta. My top favourite one will always be spaghetti.

My day can be summarized in those two things. I don't remember doing anything else. Oh wait, I painted my nails again. This time it's some really light teal colour. The problem is that the nail polish is too watery, it's a bit hard to pain my nails with it. I think they're okay...

I got lazy today, I'm not gonna lie. I just watched cartoons and listen to some music. Even my mother goes out more than I do! Not only because she has a lot of work to do, but because she also hangs out with hwr friends. I keep telling her not to worry about me, that I'm fine being alone. It's... 50% true...

I haven't been watching any movies. I thought that I could watch a series from Monday to Friday, and watch movies on the weekends. You see how everything in my life has to be done with some weird method?

Anyway, before I leave... I'll tell you how I fucked up yesterday. I was making a playlist on my computer. And Spotify was working so badly that I got angry... and I punched the keyboard (I don't use that one, I use a USB keyboard, the other one doesn't work since 2021).

I think I punched it hard enough to restart the computer... And it crashed again. Now I'm scared that I damages it severely. You also see how I make things worse all the time? lmao

Well, with those bad news, I'm leaving. I hope you have a new great week. Rest well.

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[cygninae]

Thanks for the tag Ven !!

This is super long thread, so my apologies if this clogs up your feed!!

Last song: I'm listening to a playlist right now - current track is Psycho Killer by the Talking Heads

Last book: I've been pretty bad with reading lately, (as in haven't picked one up in weeks...) but the last book I read was The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. Finished it early January. I have a massive TBR pile next to my bed right now, so hopefully I can get stuck into something soon :)

Last movie: I finally saw Anora today with my boyfriend. It was very good, but at times it dragged a little bit... still loved it though! Mikey Madison was brilliant.

Last game: I have know idea, I don't really play games. I did the New Yorker crossword this morning (as I do every morning) if that counts?

Last TV show: I started Twin Peaks the other day, but haven't really had time for it as the episodes are very long. I finished Season 1 of Arcane a couple weeks ago because of all the talk about it - it was good! Incredible art style. Waiting for my boyfriend to finish it so we can binge Season 2 together.

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: If you've followed me for a while or are a friend, you'll know I don't do sweet (except for the occasional Mars bar... like the one in my hand right now... oh god im exposed) but rather much prefer salty things. I love some spice too, my favourite variations being the spices used in Middle Eastern cuisine especially.

Favourite colour: Right now I would say a forest green sort of shade. For clothes I typically wear brown, though.

Last internet search: UASC. An organisation I was doing a bit of research on since I'm interviewing someone from the org. soon - very excited about it! But I'm doing an awful lot of nervous, scrambling research despite the fact I still have a couple weeks until the meeting! In stark contrast, like Ven, my previous search before that was AO3, lol

I will tag: @professorvonspooky @thehistoryone @matineaux @stressedsnicketstudent @kitsnicket @who-could-that-be-at-this-hour @gnossienne @accidentallylita and anyone who would like to join :)

TAG GAME - 10 People I'd Like to Know Better

thank you for tagging me @zorua-adorable !

Last Song: anna sun by WALK THE MOON

Last Book: junji ito's lovesickness collection

Last Movie: descendants 3 lmao

Last Game: fire emblem: path of radiance

Last TV Show: alice in borderland

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: sweet 100%. i have such a sweet tooth it's a bit of a problem

Relationship: single and not planning on changing that any time soon

Favorite Color: purple 💜

Last Internet Search: fahrenheit to celsius

no pressure tags: @ambeer6 @biblicallyaccurate-candylady @in-a-bucket @nerdofmanymediumsandfandoms @rencatuive @tophats-tea @biggestlen @bleuflowerfields @hqwthornes @asexual-shelly

[findafight]

Robin doesn't think about the short sleeve button up she wears on the first day of Senior year other than that it's cute until Jamie is pulling her arm close to her face, and she realizes that if she didn't want to be the centre of attention for having a rather prominent Mark that Filled over summer, she should have worn long sleeves. Damn.

The iridescent colour it's written in shifts in the light, from purple to green to gold and has the shimmer of wet ink, glitter shifting within it impossibly. Marks are always striking, their colours more vivid and beautiful than anything manmade. Neoclassical and baroque artists came close to recreating them, but even masters' attempts always look off. Movies try, but it's still…wrong. Not quite as alive as a Mark should be.

So it's not unusual that Robin's mark carries some ethereal quality, but the placement up her right forearm and the uncanny shifting of the colours do make it…well. Noticeable.

Jamie nearly squeals at her. "Oh my god! You got a new one and Filled it over the summer? Lucky!"

"Ah. Thanks." She's not particularly fond of touch, but resists yanking her arm back. Newly Filled Marks are always cause for gossip, and her being cagey would just lead to rumours.

"So?? Who is it? How'd it happen?" Jamie leans in, wide eyed. Other kids that were milling around the band room have begun clustering.

"It's, ah. It's Steve?" Why did she make that a question? It is Steve's Mark.

"Steve? What Steve? How'd you meet? C'mon, Robin! Give us the story!"

Robin shifts, and pulls her arm away, finally. "We were coworkers at the mall, and I got it when I decided that working with him wasn't so bad, even if he is a dingus. It Filled when–during the fire."

"Oh shit." Someone says.

Jamie blinks. "It's song lyrics though." And yeah, it is. Bright and bold, in Steve's Best Cursive, is and you see me now tonight going from her wrist up towards her elbow in large cursive letters.

Robin giggles. "Yeah, uh. He was…cheering me up. Because, y'know, the fire. He got mine right after."

The band room is quiet, processing. It's not common for Marks to Fill at the same time, even when it's reciprocated. Then someone from the back of the cluster says "wait. Didn't you work with Steve Harrington this summer?"

Finally, Robin grins. "Oh yeah. We're at Family Video now, though." There's tittering. They probably don't believe her. "My Mark is on his left arm, and it says," she pauses. Sharing someone else's Mark isn't exactly polite but sharing a Mark that's yours on someone else isn't at all taboo. It's part of you, on another. So she shares "you sound like a Muppet. In the same colour ink."

The room explodes into questions and astoundment and speculation. By the time second period rolls around tomorrow, the whole school will know. Hell, there'll probably be some nosy customers at Family Video for Steve tonight. Ah, well. It wasn't a secret.

"So, you're dating him now?" Comes floating above the frantic gossiping.

Robin shakes her head. "No. No way. We're friends. It's a platonic bond." Not that Dustin–ignoring that he and Erica also have Filled Marks in the same iridescence on Steve and themselves– would let up about them being scientifically proven to be perfect for each other. Which they were. As…not dating. As friends. As best friends. As a singular blob person that is unfortunately split into two people currently. But Hawkins High Concert Band doesn't need to know that.

"Fucking stunning for a platonic Bond."

She shrugs. "Guess we're just special like that."

[bonky-n-steeb]

need

roommate! bucky barnes x reader

summary || Bucky gets horny while watching a movie.

warnings || handjob, crack fic — MINORS DNI

divider by @firefly-graphics

I don’t even know what this is lmaooo.

You stifled a yawn as you stretched your legs further into Bucky’s lap, it was a tradition now since your feet always got cold. Your eyes were drooping low, but you shook your head to stay awake. The TV was throwing colours over the overwise dark room and you were getting sleepy looking at the bright screen.

“That boring?” Bucky asked, turning away from the stupid horror movie he had chosen. “No. I’m just very tired.” You lied. You were sleepy, while watching a horror movie, and it wasn’t even halfway through. The movie was just downright terrible.

“Don’t lie. I know it’s awful. Kinda was a bad pick.” Bucky said dejectedly. “Uff, glad to know I’m not the only one who thinks this is pathetic.” Bucky was a little touchy when it came to the movies he selected, so you tended not to usually criticise them in front of him.

You were about to switch off the TV when suddenly the main characters started making out, in the middle of a haunted house. You wanted to roll your eyes, but the scenes were oddly arousing. The scenes progressed further until they were literally fucking in the dilapidated room.

You wiggled your feet a little in Bucky’s lap to get more comfortable, but then foot accidentally touched something hard and hot in his pants. You both stilled and left the TV to look straight into each other’s eyes.

A devilish idea crossed in your head and you pressed your foot down a little harder. He hissed through his teeth and yet didn’t stop you, so you decided to continue rubbing your foot over his tented pants. But then you purposely took your leg away to gauge his reaction.

“Don’t tease me doll.” His voice was raspy as he looked at you with lust blown eyes. You crawled further until you were right next to him. In the dim light of the TV playing the now forgotten movie, you could see his blue eyes sparkling.

Bucky was a gorgeous man and you’d be a fool to not want him. Bucky placed his hand on your chin and smashed your lips together in a passionate kiss. You trailed your hand down the hard planes of his body as you kissed him.

“Fuck.” He cursed when you slipped your hand into his pants and curled your hand around his hot length. You pressed tight circles on his slit with your thumb and spread the precum. He closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa once you started moving your hand along his length.

You had accidentally seen Bucky naked once, and you knew he was well endowed. But jerking him off was a whole another experience. Your eyes weren’t leaving Bucky’s face because he looked absolutely magnificent, his eyes closed and his plump lip trapped between his teeth as he relaxed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long… fuck!” He sighed as you twisted your hand around his head. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asked as you started moving your hand faster. “I… I thought you didn’t want… fuck, I’m going to cum!”

“No wait! Not on the couch please!” You cried out. You were about to take your hand away, but Bucky held you there. “Please god, don’t stop!” His hand guided your fist to go faster. “Bucky! You’re going to ruin the couch and the carpet.”

“No. Take…” he closed his eyes and you could feel that he was on the edge as his cock twitched in your hand. “Take the mug.. quick!” Following Bucky blindly, you took the first cup you could reach on the table. Bucky groaned loudly as he came and you collected his cum in the cup.

Bucky’s body sagged into the couch when he came down from the orgasmic high. You giggled like idiots about what just had happened before your eyes went back to the mug. “Oh my god Bucky! You just ruined my favourite coffee cup!” You screamed.

“I wouldn’t say ruined it…. umm, I just added some extra cream.” He said laughing at his own joke. “Ewww. Not funny.” You said making a face. Bucky pulled you back in his arms and held you there. Soon, you too started laughing on the absurdity of the whole situation. “Well, it was still better than the movie.”

[ti-bae-rius]

Bartender x Customer AU (Malec)

Best Served Cold - requested by @writing-in-verse

Note to self: when leaving an awful date, make sure they aren’t walking the same way as you.

“Well, this is me,” Alec announced awkwardly, and cut down a nearby alley before the inevitable ‘this was great, let’s do this again some time’ kiss. He’d be able to work out another route when he figured out where this alley would bring him. Still, it was probably best to wait at least long enough to avoid running into his date again. Digging into his pocket, he pulled his phone out and hit the power button. Nothing. In the blank, black screen, he could see his own despairing face reflected back at him. He looked around at the buildings that backed onto the alley, the fire doors and big kitchen extractor vents. From one, music was pouring - a club maybe? Or a bar? Surely there would be a payphone there he could use. Without any better ideas, and hoping he wouldn’t set off any alarms, he slipped through the fire door.

It didn’t take long to find the main bar area where, despite the music, it actually wasn’t too busy. After doing a lap of the place, looking for any possible hiding spot for a payphone, Alec sighed: he was going to have to ask someone. Could his night possibly get any worse? First the date, then his phone dying, now forced social interaction; it was Alec’s own personal hell, and the red-tinted club lights seemed oddly fitting. 

The bar counter itself was kind of crowded, but that was okay. Alec wasn’t in a hurry. It was 11pm in New York City and last call was at least two hours away. He slumped onto a stool near the end of the counter, chin on his hand, and tried to work out where his date had gone wrong. The movie they saw was bad, the food truck they stopped at for tacos kind of sucked, but Alec knew that wasn’t really it. In the end, it was him. It was always him, being too nervous to make a move, too panicked by anything akin to PDA, too…Alec. So he kept going on these awful dates to try and get out of his shoe-closet-sized comfort zone. It would be good practice, he told himself, for when he met someone he actually liked. If tonight was anything to go by though, he should probably prepare for plenty more nights like this, Alec thought. 

“Helloooo?”

Jolting so suddenly he had to bite back a yelp, Alec looked up at the person who’d clearly been attempting to get his attention for some time, who gave him an impatient but not unfriendly chuckle.

“Are you ordering?”

“Do you take card?” Alec stumbled, still adjusting.

“Do we take card? How old are you?” the bartender laughed. “Yes, we take card, grandpa. We even do contactless, if you can believe it.”

Alec smiled a little, nodding. “Sorry, I don’t have any cash on me and my phone’s dead so I only have my card and –” The man was looking at him, one eyebrow raised. Alec felt his face go red and hoped the similarly-coloured lights hid it. “Just an old-fashioned, please.”

“Oh my God, you are a grandpa,” the bartender said, bending to get a glass and a bottle from under the counter. “Tell me,” he went on when he stood back up, “what was it like before movies had sound and colour and all this new-fangled nonsense?”

“Wow, the bartenders here are so nice,” Alec deadpanned. “Why haven’t I come here before?”

The man slid the drink across and put a hand out when Alec reached for his wallet. “It’s okay, sir, I don’t need to see your ID. Just show me your Blockbuster Video card or the address of your retirement home.”

“I was getting my card out to pay actually.”

The man waved a hand dismissively. “I don’t feel comfortable taking money from the elderly.” He patted the back of Alec’s hand with a faux patronising smile and went over to take the next order. Alec watched, sucking on the flesh of the orange slice from his glass, and wondered if the man would come back.

It wasn’t long until the counter cleared again, though somewhat longer before Alec built up the courage to say anything.

“Hi,” he called, but probably not loud enough. Still, the man turned and coasted over. “Hey, um…”

“Magnus,” the bartender supplied. The name fit him like a glove, like a tailored suit. From the waistcoat over the mesh top to the eyeliner and the hair that glittered when the red lights hit it, this was a ‘Magnus’ if there ever was one.

“Alec,” he returned. “You don’t have any payphones around, do you?” Magnus shook his head and Alec sighed. “Wouldn’t have been much use anyway,” he conceded. “No loose change.”

Magnus looked around and then put a hand out. “Here, give me your phone. I keep a charger behind the bar. I’ll charge it for you.” Alec handed the phone over gratefully and Magnus leaned an elbow on the bar, slouching so the two of them were eye-to-eye. “So, what’s wrong?”

Caught off guard, Alec didn’t say anything for a moment. “Nothing. Just…wanted a night-cap,” was what he eventually settled on.

With narrowed eyes, Magnus surveyed him for a second, then pointed over Alec’s shoulder, making him turn to follow the line of sight. “See that couple there? They’re going to break up tonight - specifically, he’s going to break up with her. He always pretends he doesn’t mind she’s a messy bitch when she’s drunk but he’s sick of it.” His finger shifted to the other side of the room where a girl sat testing at a table. “She’s about to quit her job. Probably tomorrow, but maybe even before she leaves here.” His hand trailed to a guy chatting with a group, all half-shouting in that way that tipsy people did. “He’s leaving town tomorrow. Afternoon flight, luckily, but I do not envy the jetlag-hangover combo meal waiting for him when he touches down.” His gaze shifted back to Alec. “So?”

“How can you possibly know all that?”

“Bartenders see everything. We’re basically professional people watchers who occasionally do a little mixology on the side.” He smirked. “Don’t make me wipe down the bar and ask ‘Tough day?’ It makes me feel like a total cliche.”

“Fine,” Alec relented. “Fine. I’ve just been on a horrendous date and when we said goodbye we both started walking the same way. So I came in here to hide.”

Magnus laughed. “Been there. So what was it? Nothing in common?”

“Not even that. I wouldn’t be opposed to dating someone who was my polar opposite. But the conversation didn’t flow and it all felt awkward. There was just no…”

“Spark?”

“Exactly.”

“So,” Magnus asked, elbows propped on the bar and chin cupped in both hands. “What are you looking for? Who is the ideal date?”

Alec ran a hand through his hair nervously. “I don’t know. Someone nice?” 

Magnus scoffed, topping up Alec’s glass. “Nice? What next? ‘Funny’ and ‘kind’?”

“Maybe,” Alec retorted. “Someone…fun, and confident, and who knows how to say no to those people who try to sign you up for mailing lists on the street. Someone who’s the total opposite of me. Someone who’s spontaneous, maybe who likes to travel. Just someone like…”

He trailed off and found Magnus smiling back at him. It made him blush a little for some reason.

“How about you?” he asked instead, trying to shift the conversational spotlight away from himself. “Unless you already…?”

“Probably just someone with money,” Magnus joked. “No millionaires have been in recently, so I’m still living the single life. Maybe I’ll hit up this Richard guy though.”

Alec’s eyes widened and he stared back, lost for words. “What?” 

“Like I said, bartenders know everything,” Magnus insisted. He paused. “That and your phone’s turned back on and you have, like, 11 tests from ‘Richard, weird ears’.” He laughed. “I’m not even going to ask what–” He paused. “Wait…is one ear higher than the other?”

“Stop that! No way you guessed that!”

Magnus cackled, head thrown back, apparently thrilled. “We’ve been on a date with the same guy! The same awful guy!”

Alec groaned, taking a long drink from his glass. But, the same guy? That meant…

“You’re, um…” Alec flushed, not knowing how to ask. Was it rude? Almost definitely, yes, but Magnus was nodding solemnly.

“Also someone with bad taste? Unfortunately, yes, I am.”

Alec laughed and leaned closer. “He clicked at the guy making our food.” He paused for effect. “At a taco truck.”

“Horrific,” Magnus said with a wince. “He didn’t tip when we got dinner. And he flirted with all the wait staff.”

Alec grimaced. “We deserve compensation.”

“No, we need to right the wrongs,” Magnus insisted. “We need to go to that restaurant and tip like 40%, go to that taco truck and hype up the most basic of tacos.”

“Go to the cinema and not talk all the way through the movie.”

“Oh my God, he’s the worst. Yes, let’s do it. It’s a date.”

Alec’s heart gave a thud in his chest and goosebumps raced down his arms. A date. Before he could obsess over it, Magnus was beckoning him. 

“Give me your finger to unlock your phone. I’ll put my number in.” He stopped suddenly, apparently shy. “If you want, I mean. Sorry, I just–”

Alec put his thumb on the home button of his phone, slid it back across the bar towards Magnus who smiled and took the phone, typing in his number.

“There. I’ll text myself so I have yours.”

He tapped away and then checked his own phone, putting Alec’s down on the counter. He put a hand to his chest, faux-scandalised. “That is a very bold first text, Alec. Such impropriety, and from an elderly gentleman like yourself, no less.”

Alec clicked into his messages, opened the top chat, and saw the text from him to Magnus: ‘Made you look. x’ He grinned. At the top of the conversation, he saw the contact name: Magnus, normal ears. Alec tipped his head, squinting, making a show of examining Magnus’s ears. Aside from all of the cuffs and studs, he had to concede that they were pretty normal. Magnus rolled kohl-lined eyes, smiling despite himself.

“Sorry, is anyone actually serving or should I just come behind the bar and make my own drink?” 

The two of them glanced up to see a man leaning against the bar at the other end. Magnus sighed.

“Duty calls. Maybe we should set him up with Richard,” he grinned. 

“I’ll text you!” Alec called, and the warm feeling inside him grew, totally separate to the alcohol in him. Perhaps the night hadn’t begun so great but, looking back over at Magnus as he headed outside to find a taxi, it had certainly ended on a high.