#okay i have to run to a haircut rn

[sisaloofafump]

I can’t get enough of your tiny batblobs with their funky little arms. Do they ever grow GIANT or do they remain itty bitty?

Other examples: 1, 2, 3, 4.

Details & math:

He is most corporeal at the edges and in thinner parts like the ears and fingers. The eyes don't ever disappear but they can dim significantly or glow brightly.

His voice is modulated and doesn't come from a designated source. It is pseudo-telepathic. He can do his "hn"s without that however.

The arms can be as long as he wants to a max of 10 meters (typically sticking to under 1 meter and up to 3 for dramatics). Using a grapple gun mimics the arms and can be visibly interchangeable, but it doesn't actually act as an arm or have dexterous use of fingers.

(don't verify my math I only play-tested 3 scenarios) It's not that he doesn't get any bigger or less stable, he just has to reserve that for life-or-death-of-the-universe situations.

He can take a bunch of different shapes and can stretch out like a ferret if need be. However, there are limits:

Super tall = max width:height ratio of 1:20 (ears included) Super wide = max width:height ratio of 1:5 (ears included)

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The very important human aspect:

The change takes place when he puts the cowl on.

Originally, the cowl was part of his physical suit but after a few years of working as batman it became more metaphysical. Now he only needs to mime putting a cowl on and by the time it's over his eyes, he has already mostly transformed.

This makes emergency changing while in civilian clothes much easier, but doesn't provide the protection from harm or grapple abilities that it does when he's in his suit underneath.

It's the same process to remove it. To do so requires an innate understanding of The Bat being a mask that Bruce wears, rather than an inseparable part of his identity (note: although I do think that Batman is an integral part of Bruce, the sheer cryptid nature of the blob is partially a separate entity). Family and friends can sometimes take it off him as well, but it varies:

Diana: Can remove it easily and see through the mask due to her innate abilities with truth magic

Clark: was the first person to be able to remove it, back when it was still transitioning from a physical to metaphysical object.

Dick: Was the first batkid to be able to but only gained the ability once he was Nightwing and it's still a struggle. Despite that, he does it often when arguing with Bruce

Jason: No matter how much he wants, the more he tries, the more elusive the mask gets

Tim: Could do it all along and does it fairly regularly when needing to talk to Bruce face-to-face. It got harder as he got deeper into being Robin but has gotten easier again over time

Stephanie: Was the first person after Tim to be able to do it and she found out she could early into knowing Batman. It came off so easily but was she so panicked by that fact that she's never done it since

Cassandra: Does it easily but gravely and only reserves it for the most extreme situations

Barbara: Has been able to do it for years but it's hard and avoids any situation that would make her do it

Duke: Could do it the easiest and quickest of all, with no hesitations what so ever. As of yet, he hasn't had the chance

Damian: Has never been able to and resents that fact

(Kate only could in dire situations. Helena and Harper aren't aware that it's something anyone could do, however Helena could trigger it by accident)

That's all my immediate thoughts!

[sugar-omi]

I gots to know how Cove would react to their child being the spitting image of him - hair and all

Fluff, headcanons/drabble, readers gender not mentioned

he's already in ruins because he's very excited but also very nervous to be a dad

so seeing the kid come out with his hair color and his eyes, his heart is aching

there's still features of you in them, maybe their skintone or the kid has your nose or the shape of your eyes, or your hair type/a mixture of both of your hair types n texture

but they look so much like cove that his head spins sometimes because he finds it so surreal, even more so with such similarity

as they grow up.... omfg

he feels like he's looking at himself sometimes and thinks "is this what dad/mom went through...?" when the kid gets into trouble or does something cove did or would've done at that age

your families even say the same

omfg cliff is kinda having war flashbacks if your kid is chaotic or shy or blunt like cove was..

definitely slips up n calls the kid cove

I think you've all done it at least once, it takes awhile to get used to 2 seafoam green heads bouncing around the house

i think it's even more of a hit to his heart if you have a boy too

he sees himself in him n he's already nervous n scared if this is your first kid, so something about his son looking like him makes his heart ache

feels like he has a chance to protect n love his child self

but also I love girl dads bc they look like their heart is swelling bc they're so happy n girl dads just look so happy okay

omfg cove calling his daughter his princess.... stop it rn

takes pride in doing her hair n dressing her up n having tea parties

until she says or does some shit he would've done n then he's like "oh yeah. that's my spawn..."

either way, cove just swells w pride n happiness whenever someone points out your kid looks like him

cries a bit if the kid goes "I look just like daddy!!!"

omg cove n your kid having the same haircut... so him n the kid with long pigtails or the same fringe

yeah it's very surreal to have a little copy of him running around, n he's very happy when someone points it out

also I already know you can't resist the 2 of them giving you those big ol eyes... they control the house honestly

[fanatical4creation]

Inverted!Greaser sans

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO GREASER

I didn't know it was his birthday so i'll just post this in order to celebrate his existence... i really like greaser okay? It's just that my conditions are a bit limited rn, i suffered a lot to draw this okay? I deserve a like. Anyway...

INVERTED!GREASER! OMG! HIII!

Design:

Alright i'll deal with him in the wholesome way, bc i love 1920s cartoons. "Uuh Fanatical why is inv.Greaser from the 20s?" That's a rlly good question! It may not appear in the cellphone's font but the 2 is the 5 upside-down, hear me out; i saw it in those clocks that tells u the hours in numbers, u know with the pixelated font? I noticed that in the font THE 2 IS THE 5 INVERTED UPSIDE-DOWN, I SAW IT.

His haircut is just some random haircut i saw while searching for "1920s men haircut" i found this one and i said "GREASER!" And there he is.

At first i was going to put some sun glasses like the original but sun glasses weren't the biggest thing in the 20s, so since he has no pupils i went with the cartoonish eyes.

Character:

"Fanatical what is his deal, Fresh is already swaping with someone else, so he doesn't swap with anyone so what changes?" That is an VERY good question my dear, he swaps with himself! Let me explain, Grease's whole thing is "fear of love, waiting for death." Now swaped is "waiting for love, fear of death.

I came up with different ways he could react to this concept and the one i liked the most is that he started very well n' sane but slowly went insane because he never finds the right person, he's running out of time he gotta find his true love or else he'll die alone, he gotta go fast, gotta speedrun.

Since he's speedrunning life he's so focused on finding someone to don't die alone that he even forgets normal things like morals, he would do anything to hav- i mean find a soulmate

Since he's so desperate he's easily manipulated but he also knows how to manipulate using pity... this mf.

He's very inspired on the character Red from Blue's story by Victation (sorry, not sorry)

He still flirty and all, he gotta use his charm in his favor, duh? But yet is only onto the one he thinks are most attractive, like Fresh.. speaking of... wait- nah, i won't talk about them now.. i prefer to tell you by comic.

Stay safe and have a good Valentines 💖

Greaser sans (c) @/Radsee

[cryptidfuckery]

Hey so you don’t have to reply to this but I’ve been having a career crisis lately and considering other vocational paths. One of these careers just so happens to be hair. I was wondering if you could tell me what made you want to become a hairdresser?

Ohhh this might get long but

First things first my mom is a hairdresser. Me becoming one wasn't a case of "I'm going to take over my mom's business" because she's been a sole proprietor booth renter for probably over 30 years now. She doesn't run a salon with other people under her, it's just her and her clients. If I worked under her I would have just been taking money our of her pocket.

But my mom being a hairdresser definitely influenced me! Getting to watch her work and own her own business my whole life helped me understand exactly what to expect out of the industry, and what I would have to do to be successful.

But me actually deciding to become a hairdresser started with me being absolutely miserable in my third semester of college. I loved studying sociology, but school and I don't mix well. I also realized that while I loved what I was studying, I didn't have any real interest in the professions usually associated with what I was majoring in. (Didn't want to do any kind of counseling, hate math so no stats work, research was the most enticing but too close to how school works and I Know would have been Miserable ultimately)

So one day being absolutely miserable and stressed around finals I sat myself down and forced myself to think about what the next 5-10 years would look like. I realized that if I stayed in college it would be to finish, find a job in my degree, then eventually when I have the time and money again I'd go to cosmetology school. (At the time I thought I was going to be a makeup artist. Holy shit fuck that noise. Not for me.)

And it just kind of clicked for me. Why am I spending all this money on a degree i (while I loved) did not really want? Especially when I could finish cosmetology school in under a year with less money than 2 semesters of college would be? Especially since you can start making money directly out of cosmetology school and continuously build after that as you gain more clients.

My final advice is this. There is a hairdresser for everyone and there are clients for every hairdresser. Genuinely the best thing you can do is be yourself and the right people will find you. And then they'll give your their friends, who like you too because you're their kind of people. And you get to choose absolutely what the fuck ever you want to specialize in. You can do exclusively color. Exclusively cuts. You can choose what style of cutting and coloring you want to learn from and you can completely switch that in the middle of your career. You can exclusively do texture treatments (perms, keratins, etc) if you're okay with so many chemicals in your body and bad smells! You can specialize in rat haircuts, which I honestly might try to do. (I have not done one yet. Someone let me do a rat haircut on them. Please. Rat haircut.) You can do everything! Also don't forget barbering!! Whole different school with different subsets and specializations, but many many cosmetologists cross over into both as well! I plan on eventually also acquiring a barbering license so I can truly be a one stop trans chop shop (mainly so I can offer my trans girlies clean shaves between electrolysis/Lazer appointments (iirc one can and cannot. I cannot be fucked to check rn)

So. Yeah. I think trades are absolutely the way to go right now in this economy. We provide services that everybody wants or needs, from hair to plumbing to carpentry to welding to auto mechanics to nail techs. There will always be a broken toilet, an oil change, a haircut needed.

Watch out for pandemics though. Woof.

[erxxi3]

Can you do Leon comforting Reader bcs of a Bad haicut? (Sry english isnt my first language, and my Hair looks so shit rn its making me cry)

uhmm… Yes I will because I feel so fucking bad for you and I hope you recover from your shitty haircut? 💋💋

This fic is really short, but I tried to do you some justice and leon fixes up your hair for you <3

I finished this so fic fast like holy shit-

This day was absolutely horrible.

The hairstylist fucked your hair up and your forced to go home to your boyfriend looking like shit without a way to fix it, but surely it isn’t that bad right?

I mean…it really was BAD. everybody stared at you and laughed and whispered and pointed, some people even started to pity you. The worst part about this whole mess is the fact you didn't know why they were doing that in the first place.

It just wasn't normal for them to be so mean towards you. You knew how to handle people being mean to you but this was something else entirely. You weren't used to these types of things.

You walked down the streets with your head down staring at your feet, trying to hide from everybody's eyes. You tried hard not to let their stares bother you too much, because they weren't your fault. You could do nothing wrong. You'd been here before so many times, after all, it probably wasn't as bad now that you thought back on it. Right?

But, oh god, did it suck. Every time someone looked at you they laughed and snickered. And, oh god…when you thought this could get worse you run into your boyfriend on the way back down the street to your house as he is getting the mail. He doesn't see you and doesn't notice you.

Your eyes go wide as you try to get away from him without drawing attention to yourself but unfortunately, you're walking too fast and he catches up with you quickly.

His arms are crossed over his chest. His expression is unreadable as usual. You look at him nervously for a second before you can feel a hand land on your arm. "Y/N," Leon says softly. You wince internally.

"We need to talk." That's when he notices your hair. "What happened to your hair?" His voice sounds kind of angry and hurt.

Oh my God…he's going to hate me or dislike it right?.

He always does. You swallow thickly as you glance to the side nervously. "Did your hairdresser do that?" He asks, sounding annoyed. You nod slowly.

He looks surprised for a moment, maybe even a little hurt. “Lets get you home, I had a feeling that something has been making me feel uneasy today.” You don’t say anything, you don’t want to argue. He pulls you along behind him, his long black coat swishing against the cement as he walks.

As you both walk inside he guides you to take a seat and he tries his beat to comfort you. “Do you wanna tell me what was bothering you?” He asks quietly. You shrug in response, still staring at your hands folded in your lap.

He sighs heavily. “Okay. If you want to keep quiet then we will.” That makes you look up and stare at him in surprise.

“Just let me make you atleast feel better than before.” Leon takes some scissors and a brush and touched your hair up with gentle motions. He hummed in approval when he finally finished and went to grab some paper and a pencil from the kitchen. “I have no idea why you haven’t had an idea to ask me to cut your hair before, it might help make you feel more comfortable rather than letting some hairstylist make it shitty.”

He pauses for a second before starting to gaze into your eyes through the mirror, which made you feel as if he was eye fucking you. Your cheeks flushed pink. “It looks fine. Better than fine even. Just keep it that way. You’re beautiful.” Your heart jumped at how sweet he said those words.

His fingers brushed across your cheek gently before returning to cutting your bangs into a short style. You closed your eyes as he gently pulled you in for a small kiss, then a few minutes later he was done fixing your hair. “Thank you,” you mumbled as he set the scissors and the paper aside.

“You’re welcome. I hope that helped a bit,” Leon replied, placing a kiss on your forehead as he got up. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach and you smiled softly.

Your boyfriend always managed to make your mood improve somehow even if it wasn’t necessarily intentional. He gave off an aura that seemed to make everything okay again, even the most difficult days. Even just talking about you made him happier than anything and he was very good at that sort of thing.

You couldn’t believe you found such amazing boyfriend.

[ghostdice]

14 for the writing prompt! IK Leon is your blorbo rn so it can be him or whatever characters you want :3

hi ryannnn :33 i did indeed go with leon, but i threw in some jill too because i <3 the potential for their dynamicccc, i know u don't go here but i hope you enjoy!

14. overgrown

Leon’s in dire need of a haircut.

He’s been meaning to get one for a while, but his hairdo isn’t exactly the first thing on his mind when he catches a breather between fieldwork and typing up reports. It wasn’t that big of a deal anyways; not until he’d had to play honeypot, and—

It’s not something he’s going to think about. His hair’s overgrown, and now it’s gotta go.

Leon just hadn’t expected his hairdresser to be one Jill Valentine.

Chris had gone out to grab some takeout, Claire in tow as she ran him through their orders again, as the remaining two shared a moment of silence from their respective end of the couch. And then Jill’s voice cut through the murmur of the television.

“Your hair’s gotten long.” An observation; an opener. Her eyes stayed fixed to the TV nonetheless. She was being careful with him.

“Yeah,” he responded. A beat. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and for a split second he caught the blue of her eyes studying him— waiting for him to continue. So he nodded a little (as if to seem like he’d been considering his next words) and added, “but I’ve been meaning to get it cut. Just don’t know when or where.”

Jill’s fingers drummed over her bicep, her head tilting to the side a little. A strand of hair fell across the bridge of her nose, and the shadow it cast almost resembled a long scar.

“I’ve been cutting mine for years now.”

There was something in her voice that Leon couldn’t quite place (but he knew it. Something that didn’t have to be named. Something they shared). Her eyelashes fluttered before she pulled the strand out of her face.

“I could do it for you. If you want.”

Another flash of blue, and this time Jill’s eyes remained fixed on him. Softer than he’d ever seen them. An invitation.

“Okay.”

Which is how Leon ends up in the dining room, Jill’s fingers in his hair as she meticulously snips away the excess. (Laughter floats in from the living room, and Claire playfully shouts that she should just buzz it all off, to which Chris muses might not be such a bad idea as Leon rolls his eyes, Jill chuckling softly into his ear.)

Jill’s handling him with an amount of care he didn’t quite expect. She’s sensitive to his every movement, vigilant about checking for his approval, his permission to continue. Gentle.

“So? What do you think?”

Leon glances at himself in the mirror, running a few fingers through his hair. Some of that weight he’d been carrying around is lifted.

He can finally look himself in the eye, and it’s blue.

micro story prompts

[miumura]

GET TO KNOW ME — 🤍

— tysm for the tag bff @hannikz <3

tagging . . (no pressure; sorry for the tag/if you were tagged already!) : @wonieleles @urszn @son4taa @wonillaa @wonyoungsvirus @ox1-lovesick @yenqa

BIRTHDAY? — october 27 🫶

FAV COLOR? — green!! i love those lighter greens,, they are so pleasing to look at

ANY PETS? — no </3 had a fish but it eventually got flushed down the toilet 😞💔

HEIGHT? — 160 cm 😵 or like 5’3… the short person agenda lives on 🙏

HOW MANY PAIRS OF SHOES DO YOU OWN? — oddly specific question but okay 😇 i say about 5-8 pairs?? idk i get new ones yearly but i always wear these two certain pairs LMFAO

FAV SONG? — sweet by tbz. its too good. (and yk its good when someone me has over 3k plays on it). tbz always puts out bops—just saying .

FAV MOVIE? — over the moon! i find the movie pretty cute ngl,, comfort movie frfr

IDEAL PARTNER? — jay. park jongseong.

DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? — bff how can i have children when i can’t even take care of myself.. plus younger kids kind of #scare me !

HAVE YOU GOTTEN TROUBLE WITH THE LAW? — im a minor who stays in their room like always. i have not 🙏 and whoever says yes to this part,, im concerned bff

WHAT COLOR SOCKS ARE YOU WEARING? — bold to assume im wearing socks. (JP JP) im wearing black socks rn cause im out 😵 rarely wear them indoors unless im at someone else’s house

FAV MUSIC GENRE? — r&b??? idk i rly like anything… anything catchy or sounds good, im adding it to my playlist ..

HOW MANY PILLOWS DO YOU SLEEP WITH? — one pillow for my head 🙏 i js have a plush next to me too 🫶

WHAT POSITION DO YOU SLEEP IN? — on my sides ALWAYS!! sometimes on my stomach tho cause it’s comfortable!!

SMTH U HATE WHEN SLEEPING? — when it’s too cold 😞 i like being warm but not THAT warm if ykyk.

BREAKFAST? — not a breakfast person.. i always feel not hungry/feel like im abt to 😵 if i eat smth.. i should change that tho </3 but whenever i do eat,, i eat like cereal, bread, or anything my mom cooks for me <3

HAVE U TRIED ARCHERY? — do those cheap plastic ones count 😓 (i suck btw)

FAV FRUIT? — cantaloupe HANDS DOWN. like esp those rly rly sweet ones, those r literally the best. runner ups would be strawberries n mangoes <3

ARE U A GOOD LIAR? — i mean…idk?

CURIOUS ABT MBTI? — tried a test multiple times, always got infp 🙏 i say its true too, all the stuff fits me LMFAO

INNIE OR OUTIE? — def prefer to stay indoors, but it doesn’t hurt to go outside once in a while

LEFTY OR RIGHTY? — righty ‼️

FAV FOOD? — sushi 🙏 it’s too good

FAV FOREIGN FOOD? — tteokbokki (is that how u spell it?)

CLEAN OR MESSY? — i prefer being a clean person; i hate being unorganized and messy… but really, it depends on my mood. 

MOST USED PHRASE? — um what?

HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE FOR U TO GET READY? — i don’t think it takes me too long? like give me 10-15 mins and im already out the door ..

DO U TALK TO URSELF? — who doesn’t?

DO U SING TO URSELF? — the effects of music

ARE U A GOOD SINGER? — im the ace of saf ofc !!! 😝 (JP. JP.)

BIGGEST FEAR? — what happens after death ..

ARE U A GOSSIP? — whenever there’s smth new,, the first thing im telling the info to is my friends 🙏 who doesn’t love doing that??

DO U LIKE SHORT OR LONG HAIR? — i have beef with short hair now.. like my haircuts in the past screwed me up fr. THEY DID ME DIRTY. so long hair (but not too long).

FAV SCHOOL SUBJECT? — science 🤞

EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT? — definitely an introvert..

WHAT MAKES U NERVOUS? — fear of ppl constantly looking down/making fun of me 😞

WHO WAS UR FIRST REAL CRUSH? — dude some kid from 1st to like 5th grade… like i think i started “liking” him in 2nd but feelings started fading away once we kept moving onto grades ! this other dude would be like “bro ure blushing” and the guy i liked would go “whats blushing?” BRO WAS STUPID,, but my stupid guy back then ig 😓😓😓 younger me was wild

HOW MANY PIERCINGS? — two (one on both ears)

HOW MANY TATTOOS? — none !

HOW FAST CAN U RUN? — i say im pretty decent with my speed 🙏 watch me cough out a lung if i try too hard tho.

WHAT COLOR IS UR HAIR? — dark brown 🙏 natural hair 😇

WHAT COLOR ARE UR EYES? — brown!

WHAT MAKES U ANGRY? — hate it when people refuse to cooperate… like im being nice here and you’re being a straight up asshole. i hate it when i try to make up for smth ppl are like “hm” “yea” and don’t respond .. like js bc i said no the first time doesn’t mean u can be like that .. in conclusion : i get irritated at everything.. sometimes?

DO U LIKE UR NAME? — my name is cool 👍 don’t have issues with it at all

WOULD U WANT A GIRL OR A BOY IF U HAD A CHILD? — probably a girl, i feel like i wouldn’t be able to handle a boy. i wanna js have mother daughter bonding time 🙏

WHAT ARE UR STRENGTHS? — staying calm in situations / being convincing (idk) BRO IDK IM PROBABLY LYING TO MYSELF 😭

WHAT ARE UR WEAKNESSES? — being too nice to others .. like i would try to stick w my current friends and try not to hurt their feelings (prioritize them over me). since my social battery kinda runs out most of the time,, me feeling down is 🤕

WHAT COLOR IS UR BED SPREAD? — currently its like a white sheet with pink, yellow n green patterning (lines)

WHAT COLOR IS UR BEDROOM? — white ! not a big fan of colored walls…plus white goes with everything 🙏

done ! that took…a while.. but 🫶

[allthefakepeople]

as promised bestie here is my line by line breakdown of dear reader and how it's wille's song <33 (ngl this was born a little bit out of me purposely ignoring the drama going on with tay rn but hey at least we got this giant ask out of it)

Dear reader, if it feels like a trap You're already in one

the first line feels like that shot of wille in s1ep3 when he and simon walk outside and he sees everyone staring at him, because he's the last person to find out about erik dying, effectively trapping him in his title

Dear reader, get out your map Pick somewhere and just run

this is wille wanting to go anywhere with simon, and just wanting to hang out with him and his family without thinking of anything else (holding out for s3 giving us that)

Dear reader, burn all the files Desert all your past lives

'burn all the files' like s2 starting with wille burning august off a picture of him and erik with a new haircut, deserting the life he had in season one, back when he still trusted august

And if you don't recognize yourself That means you did it right

yknow that line from the s2 trailer? 'when you lose yourself, you find what matters.' wille loses himself a little in the fallout of the video, and he's no longer the boy falling in love from season 1

Never take advice from someone who's falling apart Never take advice from someone who's falling apart (you should find another)

when is the only time we see wille get advice from someone and take it to heart? august. august is falling apart too, considering they're both drunk and high at a party to avoid thinking about erik's death when he gives said advice (cooincidentally, erik gave wille advice on how to survive at hillerska, but I don't think wille took him that seriously)

Dear reader, bend when you can Snap when you have to

wille spends all of season 1 bending to the monarchy's will, and when he finally snaps, that's when he needs to the most, and that is when he begins finding who he is and what matters to him

Dear reader, you don't have to answer Just 'cause they asked you (you should find another)

wille's been answering to everyone, from august and erik to the interview where he's asked about the video and denies it. he stops answering in s2 just because everyone asks and expects him to, and finds another solution or answer

Dear reader, the greatest of luxuries Is your secrets

I mean this line explains itself :/

Dear reader, when you aim at the devil Make sure you don't miss

this is about wille not shooting august I'm kidding, but s2 wille does aim to ruin august's life (he even draws devil horns on august, come on), and inadvertently starts ignoring how his actions affect everyone else

Never take advice from someone who's falling apart Never take advice from someone who's falling apart

the repetition of this line, even though this is a piece of advice too, like you're repeating this to yourself, especially after the "make sure you don't miss line" is so s2 wille to me for some reason

So I wander through these nights I prefer hiding in plain sight

wille wandering the grounds having his main character moment to the lonely ones, and how him kissing felice right after was accepted by forest ridge immediately like the video with simon never existed, giving wille a chance to "hide in plain sight" (one he doesn't take, though)

My fourth drink in my hand These desperate prayers of a cursed man

yeah this is wille partying and the religious imagery!! and wille probably feeling like he's cursed with how much shit he's gone through!! and the cross hanging between wille and simon during their first time!!

Spilling out to you for free But darling, darling, please

okay this line is the first one that addresses someone, calling them "darling" instead of "reader," like wille knows how everyone else will read about his life in the news but simon doesn't care and will want to know wille personally

You wouldn't take my word for it If you knew who was talking If you knew where I was walking

this is such a fun lyric to tie to wille because it's like he's trying to explain to simon that his title and his family would never let him keep his prayers and promises. also it reminds me of nils asking "did he really think you'd say it was you in the video" because simon still doesn't know enough about the monarchy to understand why wille denied it, or the amount of pressure he's under (hopefully s3 changes that)

To a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there Where I pace in my pen and my friends found friends who care No one sees when you lose when you're playing solitaire

urgh this is such a s2 wille line, with how empty the palace feels, like it's a house instead of a home (like how simon's house felt like), and how wille started pushing everyone away and not realizing how kissing felice affected her. and "pace in my pen" reminds me of him panicking in his room, like it's a pen that he's keeping himself in

You should find another guiding light Guiding light, but I shine so bright You should find another guiding light Guiding light, but I shine so bright

wille's never asked for his title or for people to put these expectations on him and wants them to go for august instead, but "I shine so bright" could either be him being the best fit for the crown despite what he thinks, or him being the only person who can take the throne in the public's eye

-💛✨

AHHH sea

i effectively had my hand covering my mouth the entire time i was reading this. it's sooo good and you're 100% correct. as they say in new girl, no notes!

i have to be honest, dear reader was a grower on me, when i first listened i loved the lyrics but sonically i wasn't sure but i definitely appreciate it more now.

also you're so right about how wille coded it is

i'm obsessed with your brain and i'm honored to have recieved this wonderful gift of an ask

let me see if i have any more coherent, worthy thoughts

To a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there

Where I pace in my pen and my friends found friends who care

No one sees when you lose when you're playing solitaire

this is the line that sticks out the most to me, like how wille claimed he was leaving all his friends at the beginning, but then we never see or hear about them again. how a lot of s2 is him sabotaging himself without realising it.

also

my fourth drink in my hand

these desperate prayers of a cursed man

spilling out to you for free

but darling, darling please

this makes me think of wille's drunk confession to simon in ep 4 like these desperate prayers makes me think of "all the people are fake, but i like you... and that's not fake"

ugh you don't know how excited i was, knowing this was coming

(also i'm very sorry, i'm afraid i brought the taylor drama right to you but we will ignore it all together)

as always, an honor to have you here. come back any time

-miels 💜✨

[lotsofplanetshaveadeathstar]

Changes...

It's been a minute, and, in a bit of a plot twist, I'm not here bc it's been a Rough Day™ (I haven't had one of those in a bit, knocking on all the wood that I didn't just jinx that). Instead, I'm here to muse about *changes*, but not in the normal sense, I guess?

So I do A LOT of things by myself. Straight facts, no bias. There's really no other option when you're single and most of your friends are living elsewhere and/or in relationships and/or also do shift work that makes their schedules weird and somewhat unpredictable and may also be somewhat age incompatible for hanging out. That's not the issue here. I actually encourage everyone to do things on their own bc it's such a great way for you to learn about yourself and grow and be comfortable with yourself. I can remember the first time I went out to eat by myself (bc the place didn't have online ordering or to-go options), and it was weird for a little bit, but it went away pretty fast and I got real comfortable doing a lot more things on my own - movies, theme parks, etc. There are so many benefits to doing these things on your own, although you could argue that they could mostly be boiled down to various flavors of freedom, but still. I'm usually okay with this situation bc I enjoy the freedom to make whatever choices I want and do things exactly how I want to do them.

The other night, I was doing a solo night at HHN with the goal of hitting each house twice (I ALMOST made it too, but there were more people than normal bc of Hurricane Milton and I decided to eat at the Leaky Cauldron instead of from a food booth, so I missed it by one run, but it was Insidious, so I'm not that upset), a plan which really only works if you're by yourself bc that's a looooong night (I did over 10 miles) and a metric buttload of standing in lines (I got through so many episodes of my podcast, it was great), and I also don't really do things like bathroom breaks, so... All this to say that this particular event is something that works for how I usually do things by myself (when we go in a week with my sister for her one trip, this is absolutely not how I will be approaching the night, just for clarity), and I definitely got some sense of satisfaction for keeping going until the end of the night and basically hitting my goal (again, Insidious and I are not besties).

However...

I was in line for... I wanna say Triplets of Terror? I'd gotten my one allowed drink of the night (Soured Sunshine, an absolute gem of a bourbon drink that I wanna try making with orange liqueur instead of orange Fanta), which I usually try to get before getting in line for Insidious bc that house is so much more manageable with a slight buzz than straight sober, but I had deviated from my projected lineup earlier in the night when Insidious was posted lower than the three other houses I hadn't done yet and I knew I should jump on it then which left me literally no time to go all the way across the park to get my drink and come back.

So I'm standing in this line by myself, sipping my drink, and idk what it was exactly but the drink hit differently than the other times I've had it, and I started getting Emotional™.

I have friends who are coming down for a visit this weekend into early next week with their baby for their first trip down here since before the baby was born, and we're planning to meet up at some point during their stay. I really cherish these guys, and I'm genuinely excited to see them and meet their baby, like I want to try to get a haircut before they get here (I would've had one already if not for Milton messing everything up) and I want to make sure I'm dressed well bc of that one meme of the guy who dressed in a suit to meet his baby niece in the hospital bc "first impressions matter", and all of a sudden, I'm tearing up in line, and I'm thinking "if anybody notices me rn they're gonna think I'm scared of going in this house by myself", which is both untrue and also would never happen bc everyone around me was part of a group.

Immediately after this, I get hit with this massive wave of feelings that boil down to "I want to be with someone", in every way that statement can be interpreted.

All around me are groups of people playing the Official Pastime of HHN Lines, Heads Up, they're talking, laughing, standing around on their phones but still obviously in a group. This part doesn't needle me as much, as I've done HHN several times this year and in the past with other people, and it's got its ups and downs for sure. But the group in front of me was made up of three couples, and it was like a switch flipped between my brain and my heart and all of a sudden, I was filled with a deep well of longing for something I've yet to have - a person.

At that moment, all I wanted was someone to be there with me, to hold my hand, to lean on, to talk to about absolutely nothing, to kiss me.

I've had what could be termed as a long-ass dry spell, and I'll be very honest that it's 95% self-inflicted. I very rarely find myself wanting to kiss someone else, and if I do, it's more a passing thought that sort of wafts into my head and dissipates nearly as quickly. But then, in that line...

I should add that the last time I had these kinds of urges, it was after several tequila lemons at my friends' wedding (I'm not to be trusted in New York with substances of any kind around guys who show the slightest interest in me...). So maybe it was connected to the fact that I'd been texting with my friend before all this went down. But still, I was standing in line and thinking that if a guy, for whatever insane reason, decided to talk to me and made any kind of hint, that I'd be echoing Chappell Roan (in a PG-13 max kind of way).

Obviously, and probably thankfully, this did not happen. A man did talk to me in a line later, but it was several hours after these feelings had left and he felt a little too old for anything but a short chat on if I had done Major Sweets before (yes), if it was scary (no), and what the best houses were (I panicked and said either Major Sweets or Slaughter Sinema 2, but for me it's honestly anything that's not Insidious, AQP, or Monsters (sry bby, you're just not that great this year)).

I've had times before where I want to be with someone, but they're usually fairly short-lived. I'm not in a place where I feel like I can start any kind of meaningful romantic relationship, and I'll admit that most of the reasons are me-problems - I'm not where I thought I'd be, I still work an hourly job at a theme park, I'm an older second-degree seeking student, I live at home still (mostly no ragrets on that one though, no rent is so sweet). But having entered a new decade of age this year, I think my usual attitude and thought processes are entering a new era of their own. I know that I'm not old, but I'm not super young anymore either. Time is moving forward, and things won't stay put just because I may not feel or think I'm ready for them yet.

While under that tipsy feeling, I decided to text my friend and tell her basically exactly what was happening (the bare bones of it, that I was so excited to see them and meet the baby that it was making me almost cry, not the other stuff), and I don't regret that for a second, because her response was heartwarming and it's giving me a lot to look forward to later this week.

I'm hoping that sometime soon I'll be standing in a line for a house with someone who wants to be there with me as much as I want to be there with them, and that maybe they'll hold my hand (if it's not too hot and humid) in line and walk behind me through the house and maybe hold my shoulders until we're out the other side and talk and laugh and whatever else may happen. It's very much not likely to happen, but the power of dreams isn't just that they give you something to hope for, it's that they have the staying power to keep you hoping, and hopefully moving, to make them real.

And if it takes more than a couple years for this to happen, that's okay. If it doesn't happen, for any and whatever reason, that's okay too. Even if it's hard to understand emotionally sometimes, I really do know that we're all on our own paths and mine is taking me where I need to go. It's just taking the scenic, very curvy and non-direct way possible, but that just gives me more time to enjoy the view.

[imraespace]

HELLOHIHIHIIRIHI dailt checkin but ‼️i yapped very hard again …‼️

i realize how long its gonna acc take to do my hair bc i have to bleach my hair and then color and then get home and then such and such and i have a poster to make for graphic designer UUGUGGHHH AM I GONAN FINISH THIS TODAY I JOPE I DO BC I HAVE HISTORY HOMEWORK TO DO 💔💔

shes like about to bleach my hair rn and like ugh im lowk so pissed bc idk how well i can actually clutch up on this poster esp bc i know i probably dont wven have a chance ☹️☹️ whatever i guess idk …

TODAYINSHCOOL WE WENT TO… church STOP we walked for like 20 mins to the church and then mass and then 20 mins back to school just in time for second period i wanted to miss a little bit of p2 but its okay bc at least i got my steps in fr

in the middle of second period i just started scrolling on my phone and i found bllk figures AND I WANTED TO PAY FOR IT LIKE IMMEDIATELY SO I WAS TEXTING MY MOM BEING LIKE “MOTHER MOMAY MOMMY MAMA CAN I BUY PLS” AND SHE WAS LIKE ok go buy do u have ur card?? and iwas like .. no..! BUT THERES APPLE PAY!! and when i clicked apple pay it legit switched my currency to damn euros??? HELLO?? it was like 10.55?? in cad and then it was 7.01 in euros and its around the same but it said the euros was = 10.72 cad like hello why did u add more cents.. LIKE OKAY ITS CENTS IT DOESNT MATTER BUT STILL MONEY IS MONEY MY MOM DIDNT JUST WORK FOR 8 HOURS FOR ME TO ADD MORE CENTS TO MY PURCHASE 👿 so i havent bought it yet i was planning to buy it once i got home but i ended up getting distracted and eating cereal it was delicious but i finished up all my milk so i kinda want more

FOR MY COOKING CLASS I MADE COOKIE BATTER 😈😈 i ended ip eating the cookie dough and uh lets just say i hipe i dotn get salmonella with the amount of cookie dough i ate … LIKE I SWEAR I ATE MORE COOKIE DOUGH THAN ANYONE ELSE IN MY CLASS HELP LIKE OOPS I GOT A LIL HUNGRY THERE GUYS..

umumum my old friends made this science club and its kinda run by the guy that i used to like (the one that forced me to confess but ill legit just call him lead while telling stories ab him now so #newsidecharacter!! HELP ME) and like im honestly surprised they made a club but also im just like tf is a science club.. like im a chem person so thats why im like omg science club but also omg science club 🤢🤮 BECAUSE WHAT I THOUGHT CLUBS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MORE FUN UGGGHHHH whatever im not joining even if during the summer he legit wanted me join so im surprised he hasnt said anything to me but then again im the one who stopped talking to him i cant really expect much and i lowk hope he #stays seven feet away from me #covid #lockdown because i dont want his goofy ahh haircut near me i see him in my fourth period always staring at me …. maybe its a coincidence and hes actually looking at his friend who sits beside me and i swear theyre like #inlove #slowburn #enemiestolovers bc WHY DO THEY GIGGLE AROUND EACH OTHER SM AND THEYRE ALWAYS NEAR EACH OTHER AND U COULD SEE IN THEIR EYES THEYRE LIKE 🤞🤞🤞 YKWIM. but then again thats what everyone said to me about him bc everyone thought he liked me bc of how he looked at me + how he talked to me bc it was “softer” but no he saw me as his best friend who he will get along with for the rest of highschool…!!!!! (he is NOT getting that wish he did me so dirty) like listen i get it i was really close to you and if you just let me confess to you ON MY OWN DECISION then maybe i wouldve still been talking to you and maybe if he also just had more of a personality other than school and his damn guitars like ho no one cares shut up about your damn guitar collection i dont see u caring about my manga and stuffed animal collection..

OHYEAH THAT REMINDS ME LAST YEAR WHILE I WAS HANGING OUT AFTERSCHOOL W HIM CUZ HE WAS WAITING FOR HIS DAD TO COME PICK HIM UP (i stayed afterschool just so he wasnt alone btw i had no reason to be waiting bc my parents cannot pick me up i take THE DAMN BUS) and he randomly blurted out “i dont really like anime…” like bro what do you think i care if you dont??? I REALLT DIDNT UNTIL HE SAID THAT CUZ WHY WOULD YOU RANDOMLY SAY YOU DONT LIKE ANIME LIKE OKAY AM I SUPPOSED TO CARE ????? I STILL THINK ABOUT IT TO THIS DAY BC IT WAS SO RANDOM WE WERE LEGIT TALKING ABOUT ARCTIC MONKEYS AND RELIGION PROJECTS?? like imagine being like “yes so i love arctic monkeys and that one song called-“ “I Hate Anime.” HELP?? LIKE WAS IT WVER THAT DEEP LIKE MAYBE BC I LIKE ANIME A LOT THEN THAYS WHY HE SAID IT LIKE IT WASNA CRIME TO NOT LIKE ANIME but then agajn who am i to judge what someone dislikes

ohyes on the topic of him and how i said id be calling him lead i wanna say the lore of the actual code name HELP i sure damn hope no one from my school/friends know your blog or use tumblr or else theyll probably know who i am but im gonna bet on the fact that they think tumblr is grindr and they dont know anyone here

his code name is (or was??? bc i kinda just refer to his actual name irl) pb which is obv the symbol for lead/plumbum BUT IT TURNED INTO PB BC ID CALL HIM POOKIE BEAR HELP i cant even look at pookie bear the name because of that or pb anymore… like i kinda ruined the element for myself bc plumbum is such a funny name and then i just remember his goofy face ….. LIKE LEGIT WE HAD A LESSON ON SOME RANDOM ELEMENTS AND MY TEACHER WENT ON A WHOLE RANT ABOUT LEAD LIKE HELLO PLEASE STOP I AM HALLUCINATING HIS FACE ATP (okay bachira..) BUT NOW IM SCared for all the future crushes ill get in the future bc what if i end up ruining THE ENIRE PERIODIC TABLE FOR MYSELF LIKE OBVIOUSLY I WONT GET THAT MANY CRUSHES BUT LIKE YOU GET WHAT I MEAN. i mean i already hate chem at this point im fighting my teacher over naming systems and how i legit barely get it because theres so many things to memorize UGH

OKAY DAILT AUESITON TIME BC I JUST YAPPED MY HEART OUT STOP

umumumum which bllk character would have a s/o and make petnames for them but it would be the most cringe code names ever like ummmmm my wittle smoochie smoochie poopoo bear my little pumpkin pie seasoning the toilet to my toilet paper type of thing HELPME

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HAII OMGOODNESS THIS IS SO LONG HELPME IM SORRY I DIDNT READ IR YESTERDAY I fell asleep as soon as I got home then spent the night revising for my spanish test which I'm scared for..

SO MUCH YOU HAVE TO DO DANG GIRL DO YOU EVER GET A BREAK? HISTORY?? I hate history

HELP I REMEMBERED WHEN I USED TO GO TO CHURCH IN PRIMARU SCHOOL it was a roman catholic school and the church was literally across the road BUT IN THE CITY THERES ALWAYS LIKE HOMELESS PPL SO EVERYTIME WE CROSSED TO GO OVER TO THE CHURCH THEY ALWAYS STARED AT US now my high school isn't roman catholic it's not even religious.. we do pray tho but not like my old school but I have my rosary in my bag all the time aha!

20 minute walk dang😨 I'm sure jesus is delighted to see yall attend mass HELP

IM GIGGLING they just wanna be extra with the cents!! money grabbers fr...

OMG COOKIES I WANNA MAKE COOKIES I've never before the most I ever made is oreo cheesecake but not the baking kind it was the chilled one

PMAO when I was younger I used to just eat dough idk why.. like when my mommy was making pizza or sada(it's a flat bread I believe its an indian dish but it's common here and it yummy its like a side dish)

omg a science club sounds fun honestly but I don't do science! I say take over the club and become the owner you're better than those side characters

HELP THE HASHTAGS #6ftaway #covidcore ig he stares at you again I'll call my pigeons to pick his eyes out

HELP INLOVE

omg he friend zone you.. I did that once HELP but🤫🤫

HELPME IM GIGFLING he's an oddball fr.. that's like me remaining a random joke that happened 3 weeks ago and start laughing in the middle of a conversation

POOKIE.. BEAR..😨 I saw pb ans thought if peanutbutter help BUT POOKIE BEAR GIRL

HELP bachira core fr...

LMAO THATS WHY I DIDNT GIVE MY CRUSH A CODE NAME my friends just said "mara look your bae!" and I'm LIKE SHADAUP? he's ugly tho idk what I saw I think it was the Christmas spirit that blinded me that year

I LOVE THE YAPPING EVEN THO MY RESPONSES ARE SO SHORT HELP

HELPMEE THE NICKNAMES THE RIGHT THING TO SAY IS SHIDOU I WANNA BE DIFFERENT AND SAY ARYU IDK WHY

[geodetojoy]

God I’d wanna meet you and char so bad!! (And you too eowyn if you see this!!)

I think I’d just wanna get away at first, and maybe bring one of my irls with me or take them somewhere else if they didn’t want to live together (neither of us are in the best places at home rn). I wouldn’t really care where, just somewhere else. Leave almost all traces of my past behind me and just start anew

Id bring my cats and give them a life so much better than the one they have now, a life better than they deserve (which is impossible, they’re the best little guys ever and they deserve the world, but you get the idea)

I’d absolutely still want to pursue my passion of game development, whether that be through public education or learning on my own. But I’d also want to learn so much more. Follow through on all the things little me wanted to be when I grew up, and go beyond even that. Interior design? Sure. Archeology? Fuck yeah. Botany? I’ll start my own garden.

Even further, I’ll grow and produce everything I need to keep baking. I’ll make food for myself and my pets and everyone I care about and I won’t have to worry about it hurting me or anyone else because I could control everything that goes into it.

I’d have all of the animals I love, or at least go to a place where they’re native so I can encounter them in the wild.

I’d finally have time to work on and finish all of my art projects I want to make, and then I can spend even more time improving my skills

I’d write! Oh my god I’d write. I can’t even express how much I’d write. I’d write fan fiction, I’d create worlds of my own, I’d run a dnd campaign!!

I think I’d live fairly far from most people, as long as I’d have the means to sustain myself. Maybe I’d stay near a few shops and such but as long as I have contact with my friends thats all the people I need. And away from the city I’d be able to see the stars and be able to see and paint the most beautiful landscapes, and my animals wouldn’t have to worry about running too far away or the dangers of urbanization.

I’d live in a pretty small place, just enough room for a nice kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and a large studio for my artwork. I’d have plenty of yard space, likely live by the woods or a forest, and have a large garden and plenty of outdoor space for me to do art in the later hours of the day, because god knows my autism can’t handle the sunlight.

I’d watch all of the things I wanna watch, play all of the games I want to play, and all of it would give me the motivation to create my own art to show to the world, whatever medium it may be in.

Honestly the thing I think I’d look foreword to most, which is incredibly simple and a bit embarrassing, is that I’d sing. I’d sing so much without the fear of others hearing me. I’d have the time to work on my voice, to listen to more songs I love, and to sing along to those too. Hell maybe I’d write my own music if I find the motivation. I love singing so fucking much and I just can’t do it around others, idk if it’s as simple as my anxiety or shame or what, but in this place surrounded by nothing but nature and comfort, I don’t think I’d ever stop.

But I think what I’d do most is rest. I wouldn’t need wake up super early (as long as the animals are okay) and I wouldn’t need to worry about deadlines or being forced to do anything, I could take all of the time that I need to get things done and I think that lack of stress would really help my executive dysfunction.

And I wouldn’t be afraid to accommodate my body or my mind or to get it the help it needs. I’d have a sensory room, tons of fidget toys, I’d get rid of all of the things that make me uncomfortable, and maybe I’d even get a therapist if things were still too rough.

Edit: ID CUT MY HAIR holy shit id cut my hair I’ve been unable to get a specific haircut I want for years now and ID GET THAT

I have a question, if you could do anything you wanted with your life, and money, time, and other circumstances wouldn't be an issue, what would you like to do?

[bibiana112]

Thought unrelated to zero escape, but you're cool and I hope you had a good day

This was very nice to get yesterday when I was stressing myself out over stuff I had to do today, thank you

[katzkinder]

Hello there 🤗I'm thinking of reading the servamp manga but idk if i should.i watched the anime and that was disappointing is the manga worth reading?If yes could you tell me some of the events that happen in the manga?

Hi anon!! Yeah the anime makes some... Interesting? Decisions.

Okay so in no particular order, we have:

Teenage weapons developer being confronted with the reality of who she's helping to kill

Alchemist is So Gay for a random guy he's never even spoken to he sacrifices a whole village to bring him back to life

Vampire too gay to function, throws himself off roof in a traumatic reenactment of his death

26 year old manchild has incredibly obvious pet play kink, needs high school boy to sort out his shit life

the mafia is run by a white lady's anxious purse pooch

There's A Whole Arc The Anime Skipped Please It's So Good

Kingdom Hearts

Dramatic haircuts

The british are coming the british are coming!

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand

Everything is on fire rn. Some of that is literal.

AND MORE

[anlian-aishang]

omg first happy late birthday!! second, you truly are doing the lord's work with your levi work like oh my goodness. i was just binging your levi work and i read the lil prompt of levi getting his hair washed and saying it tickles and gosh i was hoping to request something with ticklish!levi x reader? he is so cute i just want him to smile and laugh be silly and i hc him to be really really ticklish lol. if you aren't taking requests rn tho i'm sorry!! feel free to disregard this🥰

Hey, anon! Thank you for the kind words! Here is the haircut drabble you mentioned, I also have another ticklish!levi fic here. You asked so nicely, so here is another 🥰 Please enjoy, cutie!!

Word count: 1600 Tags: levi x reader, sfw, fluff, modern AU, food mention, gn!reader

An at-home movie marathon. At your suggested date, Levi had been so quick to agree to it. Much better than a trip to the theater - screaming kids, loud chewers, too public, no privacy. Pajamas, take-out, maybe even the lead-in to an impromptu sleepover, maybe even something more, infinitely more favorable.

Given that this was the first time you were coming over to his apartment, the clean freak had even more zing to his routine. Not only did he vacuum the carpet and wipe down the countertops, but he had run all his laundry and even gotten on his hands and knees to scrub those hidden places. Any snack you could want, he purchased. Any drink you could want, displayed on the coffee table just waiting for to be snatched. And if you wanted something different, he had your favorite restaurants on speed-dial.

It had been a long week of work, and on this Friday evening with all his added efforts, all he wanted to do was to curl up on his couch with you. He could not imagine anything better, but now that he was here, he realized: there was one thing - one particular thing - he had not prepared for.

// // //

A cotton tank top with striped shorts to match. Hair tied up in a messy bun. Your favorite pillow in one hand, a stuffed animal in the other. Seeing you outside his unit door, he was especially thankful for his outlook lens. The enamored smile that painted his expression, he felt it had to be neutralized: not wanting to disrupt any prior impressions you had of him thus far, not wanting to display such a bright contrast to his dark long-sleeve and even darker pajama pants. Levi shook his head, combed his bangs with his fingers, took a deep breath, opened up, and let you in.

“Hey, you.” The most affectionate greeting he had.

“Hey!” You, on the other hand, were unafraid of showing smiles. “Wow, your place is so nice… and clean.”

Heart pounded against his shirt, he thought you might hear it. Levi spoke quickly, diligently, somewhat nervously, “There are drinks and snacks in the kitchen, help yourself.”

Slippers sifted against his tile floor. Standing in front of his impressive array, you propped your cheek on your hand. “All looks good, I just…” you turned to him and loathed, “I’m not sure it’s gonna be enough.”

Levi bit the inside of his cheek. Maintaining eye contact, you confessed, “See… I invited some friends. Hope that was okay?”

A silent raise of his brow. Worried for just a moment, only until you took your plushie and shoved it to his chest.

A slow inhale, a relieved exhale. Levi almost broke then, but accepted his composure as a matter of not if, but when. You had barely come through the door. The movie had not even started. He had not even had the chance to sit by your side yet. Some time in that sequence, you would witness the joy of his that few ever had.

But, still, he was unbothered, for this had been his mindset about this date ever since you two planned it: tonight is the night.

// // //

Levi took his specific spot on the sofa: laying on his side, one arm kept his head propped, the other draped lazily - just begging for a little spoon to come find their place.

“What are we thinking, Levi?” You scrolled through the categories, “Horror? Comedy? Mystery…?”

Levi smirked, he could not be any more indifferent. If it was up to him, he would have preferred the first movie that happened to show up - whatever brought you to him the fastest. Levi hummed, content, “You choose.”

The truth was, you felt the same. It was not the movie you came here for. Had that been the case, you would not have driven across town, in the rain, far past sunset. The movie was distantly secondary - and in the anticipated cuddles, you hoped to cement that fact to him.

It started with how you carelessly picked a generic film and how quickly you took your long-awaited spot. Knees tucked adjacent to his, your back to his front, your head just underneath his chin. You peeked up to him, he gazed down to you. In only the opening credits, you two had already exchanged the night’s first pair of smiles.

What he did not foresee, though, was how many more there would be.

It started with how you buried yourself further into him: your backside itching against his abdomen, your shoulders shifting just beneath his clavicle. Immediately, a familiar alarm sounded within him. A feeling he had not felt for some years came rushing back - the sliver of tolerance he had built up in his past was now long gone. A sharp inhale hardly muffled. At first, you thought nothing of it - but for him - his mind was already spinning. How could he forget? And why did he only remember his weakness now?

The movie was made even more distant as his memory raced to recall. His tough exterior, his looks that could kill - he could not even remember the last time anyone tried to tickle him, his appearance did him favors in that regard. But at the same time, you were not trying to tickle him - you probably did not even know that you were. Stifling his symptoms, he wanted to keep it that way.

But that desire was made even less attainable as your legs intertwined. Against his feet, your toes curled then relaxed in a never-ending cycle. Sometimes, your nails would drag along his veins. Other times, you crossed your arches at his. No matter what you did, though, they all fucked with him the same. His heart raced. His lungs strained. The flighty rise and fall of his diaphragm - he was forever thankful that you did not notice it.

That was, until you did.

Turning over your shoulder to check on him only made it worse. Not only did you see his strife, but you amplified it along the way - your stray strands fraying against his neck as you spun. “L’Levi?” You blinked twice, eyes adapting to the dark living room lighting, “You alright?”

A fake cough - any excuse to turn away, any explanation for the tinge in his voice. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine.”

And, of course, you spun back - your hair revisiting that same dreaded path: tracing his tendons, riding his Adam's apple. Levi pressed his face to the back of your head, muffling the laughter that demanded an escape.

Only 90 more minutes to go. Levi shook his head, not that he was an optimist, but there was no way he would last that long. Every squirm, every cuddle, every move you made - they all tested the limits that were already too shallow.

At last - what he had waited for all week but feared for the past hour. Wrapping your arm around his neck, hooking your elbow to his nape, that was the last he could take. Fingernails woven through his undercut, wrist kneading that one spot. Levi’s body shook with shivers, his breaths dangerously titillated. To nudge you away or to simply succumb, his involuntary response seized the choice from him.

As always, his laughter started just barely audible. What was left unheard, though, was instead unleashed with how much you felt. Tremors from head to toe. Lip quivered at your ear. The stretch of his calves and the dance at his middle. It took only a handful of seconds for you to notice the change, only a few more for his composure to diminish entirely.

Laughs that fell on your skin, inadvertently tickling you back in response. The difference, though, was how unaffected you were and how unraveled he was. Low voice turned noticeably higher as he strove to mute his giggles. With only the light of the tv screen, you could see a deep blush forming.

His laughter was one thing, his speech was another. For all the times he was such a sound speaker, tonight was a leap to the other extreme. Interrupted consistently by his own stupid self.

“I-I’m sor’ry…!” Levi moved his wrist to his lips, biting a little, attempting to stay grounded - failing. “It’s just - I’m just…! I - I can’t…!”

Any worry you had about his condition disappeared with those fragments. He sounded so ridiculous - so cute - it was impossible to feel anything apart from the joy he seemed to have. You reached your fingertips up to his chin and tickled - deliberately this time, “Come on, Levi. Spit it out!” You teased, “What is it?”

A sweat on his brow. A flush in his chest. “It’s - It’s not your fault, I just…” Fuck. How he did not want you to get the wrong impression. Fuck. How he hated to admit his embarrassing vulnerability so fast. “I’m just really ticklish…!” Those few words were all that he managed before his reaction cut him off - long enough to make you forget them.

His laughter was contagious, and with it, you felt you had reached a new quirky stage in this budding relationship. Not the ones that they talked about - first kiss, first dance, whatever - but something arguably more special: a moment in which  neither of you could keep from laughing.

And if this was the thing that got laughs out of him, “Levi, are you free next Friday night?”

// masterlist //

[yikesharringrove]

Okay. Dear billy.

Main argument: hoppers storyline is becoming my favorite. Putting himself through all this shit to go back is excellent, and the grittiness and gore of it all has me tickled. I love Steve being a lil dumb dumb as much as the next guy, but does him being Stupid need to be the punchline of every scene he’s in? Last season they gave him figuring out the horse music and the Russians in the mall but he’s gotten dumber every season and I don’t have much hope. Max’s storyline is where the most tension is. I really haven’t seen spoilers so idk if she’ll survive. They love getting us attached and then killing people with no warning so idk. I know hopper is gonna make it home but they really could fuck over max here so it’s sketchy.

THAT SCENE WITH HER RUNNING THROGUH VECNAS MIND WHILE RUNNING UP THAT HILL PLAYS AND THEN IT GOES INTO THE INSTRUMENTAL

Max’s letter to billy is fucking sad especially because we could’ve fucking HAD IT if there were better writers working on this shit.

Thots:

Bubbles is being super annoying in his cage behind my head rn he’s digging his stupid little holes I love him.

Steve’s reaction to Max admitting she’s been having headaches like that’s his bf’s little sister he’s shitting himself.

Steve Harrington will literally grab anything and use it as a weapon. Don’t you carry your bat in the trunk of your car everywhere like you do in fics? You know, because of the trauma-fueled anxiety you have? No?

Nobody ever listens to steve and the way he pissed himself and curled up when he saw Lucas is why

“I COULDVE TAKEN YOU OUT WITH THIS LAMP” darling. everyone knows that is very much Not True. #incompetent

Erica painting her miniatures PLEASE I miss mr clark

“Another week of this and he’s buying me a GOTDAMN Nintendo. With duck hunt.” Erica I love you p l e a s e

Ah, yes. The season-annual stupidification of Steve Harrington. At least last season he figured out that the Russians were in the mall. This season they really said No Thoughts Head Empty.

“If a gate didn’t exist in the fifties, how did he get through?” THATS WHAT IM SAYING. He just lives in the upside down. He pays rent but he wasn’t born there. He’s a gentrifier.

Steve just gave Dustin the bitchiest little look ever and then crossed his legs like they’re made of rope. FRUIT.

Bro where are they??? Is this mikes basement???

“Where��s mine” Steve you are NOT coming with omg he thought he was gonna be able to pose as a psych student he literally can’t pose as someone who is good at reading

Baby boy no

“OMG YOU HAVE A TOM CRUISE POSTER. omg you have a Tom cruise poster.”

“Maybe I could turn on my pap pap pap my charm” STEVEN

Robin going through Nancys shit and Steve doing nothing to stop her the way she rummages through his entire house every time she comes over

“Not the kind of charm we need” Nancy he’s literally gonna seduce the guy. They’ll fuck while you and Robin sneak in. Win-win.

THISE UGLY FUCKING CLOTHES ARE FROM NANCYS CLOSET???? Bro I literally SAID Nancy’s wardrobe is the devil. Did I NOT??

Not hop out here with his BROKEN ANKLE

“Of course not. She saves your life because of friendship.” This fucking GUY

I really forget about mike will and Jonathan when they’re not actively on screen. I think my brain is trying to block out the haircut travesty that is that group.

Argyle is literally The Most he’s amazing

Max: I know that you guys are staring at me

Lucas: what? Sorry?

Steve: Jus hangin out

Dustin: you said you needed something?

These three literally can’t be normal ever

Max: you can look at me now

Dustin: thank you

Lucas: sorry

Steve: sorry

No they CANT ever be normal. What freaks I love them.

MAX WHAT THE FUCK GIRL NOT THESE LETTERS that’s so fucking sad

THEY WERE IN MIKES BASEMENT why Nancy wasn’t even fucking there for most of that ?????

“I swear to god Steve, I will prosecute” VIOLENCE when will this man know peace

Robin freaking out in that outfit like she wasn’t in the ugliest band uniform in the world. Complaining about itchy tight clothes and an uncomfy bra and saying she can’t breathe. Neurodivergent.

Robin monologuing rn she’s incredible

Natalia must have pissed off someone in the hair and makeup department bc this season and last season she spent with hair that looks dry and crispy while also being limp, sweaty, and flat, and makeup that looks like it’s in the process of being cried and also sweat off. It’s rough. She’s so pretty but ouch

“If things go south I should mention I’m a black belt in karate now.”

Stranger things’s hot take is that Russians are just Weird.

JOYCE WINKING BACK AT YURI WHILE ALSO LOOKING LIKE SHE HAS NO IDEA WHAT SHES DOING

Hoppers storyline is so so good

This moment between Susan and max is gonna make me lose my marbles. She’s trying to warn her mom and she’s so scared I’m Freaking Out.

Christ. Should’ve known it was too good to be true.

Robin and Nancy gaslighting the shit out of this creepy fucking guy right now.

NOT THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS DUNGEON. This isn’t Anthony Hopkins :/

ROBIN BUCKLEY HELL YEAH TOTALLY CONFIRMED LAST NAME

OH SHIT YES BODY HORROR YES EYELESS MAN

Alright. Well now I see how they’re going to end up in Utah. Doesn’t mean I don’t fucking hate it.

WILL HAS A LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS POSTER IN HIS ROOM I’m going feral I’m froenchfrounch frothing at the mouth.

I’ve never given a shit enough to ship byler but will CLEARLY has a crush on mike and I’m. Feeling very gay about it.

Oh I CANNOT with this shaky cam right now ffs.

Seasons 3/4 Byers’s house getting fucked up classic

Hopper has a broken ankle and also isn’t wearing SHOES.

Never been so happy to watch a man cry while eating peanut butter off his fingers

The Elvira poster is making me also gay.

Christ alive these people can NEVER get a fucking break.

We’re getting so much Steve’s Beamer content this season lmao

Max just fucking TALK TO LUCAS I’m begging I’m begging

I’m getting a lot of Doom Patrol season 1 from victor’s story I’m pretty hear for it. It’s also giving early Supernatural vibes. Like the Bloody Mary episode where she kills people with fatal secrets.

HE CUT HIS OWN EYES OUT WHAT WHAT WHAT

Love this fucking guy

William Hargrove. Gone but not forgotten ✊😔

Also the way I’m gonna ignore Billy’s canon birthday literally forever.

I do NOT fucking believe neil “couldn’t stand being here without you” no he was fucking missing his gotdamn punching bag you can say it

THIS is the redemption arc the thought billy deserved???? Bitch he deserved so much fucking MORE.

Steve is a nail biter #canon

Also I already saw Dacre’s post so I know he comes back as a flashback but I heard that fucking laugh and I LOST IT

STEVE SAYING ���time to giddy up, yeah?” IM CRYING HES SUCH A LOSER OMG THE SHOW PONY OF IT ALL

Vecna Billy stomping out of the mist to fuck with Max meanwhile I’m YELLING

I’m sorry but Dacre is the best actor that’s been on this fucking show and they really just killed him the fuck off

ROBIN MADE THE MUSIC CONNECTION GOOD THING MAX HAS HER WALKMAN AND HER KATE BUSH TAPEim so fucking stressed I’m so fucking stressed

Lol how long do you think dacre was in makeup for just to have thirty seconds on screen.

PICK A SONG FASTER YOU IDIOTS

THE KATE BUSH BEING HER FAVORITE WAS A JOKE I MADE TO THE TV STOP STOP

(No shade I love Kate bush it’s just funny I don’t see max being into her)

Running up that hill really can save lives

Shit. The power of friendship really pulled through for max here

[hiiraya]

tangled (in you)

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pairing: robin buckley x reader words: ~1,109 warnings: gay panic, hair cuts requested: anon, this one's for you! a/n: to have a girl run her fingers through my hair rn – i made it into a hc because my brain is going brrrr every time i try to write, so i hope that’s okay! happy reading everyone! thank you again for 600 ♡

It’s the summer of ’86 when Robin comes to you with a request.

“Robin, are you sure want me to cut your hair?”

“C’mon, Y/N/N, you’re like the only person I trust in this town not to mess with my hair.”

She gives you a pointed look to emphasise her point, letting you know that she’s not going to accept ‘no’ as an answer.

She didn’t think anything of her request in the moment, but you two had  been friends for long enough that she knows you wouldn’t do anything to mess with her, especially with something as important as hair.

So, when you reluctantly agree, but not before pointing out that if you hate it, you can’t say shit because I’m not a hair dresser! she promises to treat you to lunch after as payment.

It started off innocently enough. You pulled her into your bathroom as soon as she arrived at your house, yelling to your family that you and Robin were going to be using the bathroom for the next few hours.

She couldn’t fight the laughter that bubbled from her chest at the different scissors and combs and towels you had set up over the sink.

“Isn’t this a little overkill, Y/N?”

You huffed and pointed out to her that it was your first time cutting anyone’s hair and you’d rather be overly prepared than scrambling around trying to find whatever you needed while she sat there with a half-done haircut.

“I will shave your head if you make fun on my set up.”

With a towel wrapped around her shoulders, you made her lean back so that her neck was resting on the lip of the sink, her hair falling into the bowl as you hovered over her. It was safe to say that this was precisely the moment she realised why people always said that washing someone’s hair was as intimate as a gesture could get.

“You’re getting the full salon experience, so just sit back and let me work.”

You tempered with the water, making sure it was just the right temperature before starting to soak her hair, making sure every lock was thoroughly wet.

You took your time in shampooing and conditioning her hair, running your fingers through her hair in a lulling manner. She was almost certain that you were trying to make her fall asleep but she definitely wasn’t complaining.

All she could do was stare up at you while you rinsed her hair, finding the look of concentration on your face endearing, lower lip caught between your teeth as you furrowed your brows while you tried to keep the water from falling into her eyes.

That brings her to her current dilemma. Sitting on a stool in front of your bathroom mirror, trying (but ultimately failing) to keep blood from rushing to her cheeks at the proximity of your bodies cramped in your houses’ tiny bathroom.

She’s most definitely starting to regret her decision to let you cut her hair, but the chance to back out had long passed, a considerable amount of her hair already on the floor.

You’d remained unaware to her internal predicament so far throughout the haircut, diligently cutting her hair and checking in every now and then to make sure she was okay with the new length of her hair.

You had stood behind her for a majority of her haircut, crouching over to snip away at her hair. She expected you to be standing the whole time, and for the most part you were. Until it came time to cut her bangs.

Seeing that you couldn’t find a comfortable enough position to bend in front of her, you pushed her knees apart, resting your knee between her legs and on the stool she was sitting on.

You were close enough that she could rest her hands on your waist to keep you steady but thought otherwise, instead keeping them by her sides.

You manage to get a few snips in before she starts to squirm in her seat. You stumble a little, hands flying to back of her neck to steady yourself and to get her to stop moving before both of you fall off the stool.

“Hold still, Buckley, I don’t wanna mess up.”

She bites her tongue to stop herself from saying that she can’t hold still, not when her body keeps honing in on the way that your hand is still on her neck while you brush her bangs forward, or the fact that you knee is still between her legs.

She can’t see you, but it doesn’t stop the her heart from racing with all the little touches you’re giving her.

You pause once again a moment later, and Robin realises that it’s because she’s been quiet for a little too long when you lean back to look at her. Your hands slide to cup her jaw, thumbs stroking her cheeks as you look at her with mild concern.

“You alright, Robin?”

Her mouth wants to blurt out “yeah, it’s just you’ve been cutting my hair for an hour now, and I’m trying not to focus on your hands in my hair and your breath on my neck.”

But luckily for her her brain doesn’t let her embarrass herself in front of you, hiding her almost slip-up with a cough, shifting in her seat once more as she nods her head.

“Just getting restless from sitting down.”

By the way you tip your head to the side lets her know that you don’t fully believe her, but you don’t push any further.

She gets through the next few minutes as you finish up her bangs, taking one last look before rising back up to your full height, satisfied with your work.

“Have a look.”

She looks at the mirror, glad that she could shift her attention to something that wasn’t you. She runs her fingers through her shorter locks, watching you looking at her through the mirror in anticipation.

“We can always go get it fixed professionally if you don-“

“It’s fine, Y/N/N, you did a great job.”

Your shoulders drop in relief as you stand behind her again, hands gently squeezing her shoulders as you rest your head on top of hers.

“Can we go get lunch now? That stressed me out so much, it made me hungry.”

She laughs and helps you clean up before you two make your way to the mall, the only thing on her mind being how on earth was she going to tell her best friend that she might have a crush on her.