#or maybe i smoked cat hair and im high

[itachanta]

Vash's glasses going glint

[iwannascreameurekaa]

pjo characters as quotes from my classmates, parents, siblings, and grandparents.

Yipee

Will: "does anybody need the heim-ill-ick?”

Hazel (prob to Nico): “i’ve never smoked… EVER. and if you smoke, i’ll hit you.”

Percy: “he looks like a street person?”

Leo: “i thought i got salt and pepper, turns out it was salt and salt.”

Piper: “i’ve never been attached to a cat.”  

Hazel: “The power of INTERNET👹”

Frank: “that was rude.” 

Percy: “every cat that doesn’t have a tail is named bobby.”

Piper: “just put your coins in your bucket.”

Jason: “if i was barbie, my feet would hurt all the time”

Nico: “it’s giving me skin cancer as we speak.”

Hazel: “she told me to give her when i die so i thought i might as well give it to her now.”

Piper: “did you steal my brush again? quit stealing my brush you little brush thief!”

Percy: “you’ve got 4 of grandma!”

Leo: “i’m a heavy drinker today” *takes a sip of his fourth glass of water*

Annabeth: “you squeezed her so hard she dropped a cheerio.” 

Leo: “and thoust asked if Jason was a cracker(a white person) and Jason replied”no i’m at least 2 or 3 whole crackers since there’s quite a bit more of me than you”

Hazel: "ohhhh my goodness don’t put your feet in her face.”

Leo talking about Piper: "she is a luddite, against technology, close with the Amish community."

Piper looking Leo and Jason directly in the eyes: “no dying allowed in here”

Percy after TOA: “if somebody wants to steal my car, i want them to steal it! not come in my house, shoot me, take my keys, and then take the car. LET ME SLEEP I DONT CARE!”

Will: “me and Nico go on dates to funeral homes”

Hazel: “you have a problem with a joint?” She was talking about her elbow 😭

Leo: “if i get hungry, rats will get skinned.”

Piper: “if this truck goes any slower it’ll have to put out a mailbox.”

Annabeth: “oh you stepped on the cow? well it’s better than the cow stepping on you”

Frank: “and it just sucked the carpet right up”

Hazel "back in my day" Levesque: “i had a lot of beagles when i was young, and finally i had one that lived.”

Leo: “are you looking for regular markies?”

Jason: “i’m gonna go to work tomorrow with a hangover.”

Will: “i’m not very artistic(autistic)”

Jason: “i never added salt to the pepper”

Piper: “keep your toes to yourself”

Piper: “you guys are an embarrassment.”

Jason: "can you pass the salt? i like my stuff salty”

Will: "The only Christian song I know is let it go" 

Context for the next one: my friend had a slick back high pony tail when we had this conversation so that gives you a visual of what Piper was

Leo "what's your next album gonna be called?"

Piper: "'my hair is straighter than my friend'."

Leo: 😦

Piper: "What in the gay man!"

Hazel: "If you stop being a karen then maybe you would actually be successful at life"

Piper: "You should start day dreaming about getting a husband"

Annabeth: "George Washington is the off brand version of me"

Hazel: "Ideas were such good ideas they became the symbol for ideas"

Leo: "did you mean lightbulbs"

Hazel: "..... yes"

Piper: "There's a fly on your butt" *waves at it and it flies away* "that's not your property sir"

Leo: "Yeah you gotta pay for that"

Nico: "Does he have a speech impediment?" 

Will: "He has a brain impediment"

Jason: "I bet he was having Funtime"

Piper: "why do you always say Funtime"

Jason: "I'm not saying sex!"

Leo prob to his tool belt: *suggestive voice* "give me that minty mint"

Leo to Hazel, who doesn't know what any modern slang means: "check it homeslice"

Hazel: "the gambling may run in the family, but at least pokers fun!"

Leo: "im a turkey... cock cock!"

that's all I have rn lmao

[keis-slut]

PINES TWINS HEADCANONS

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in honor of their birthday (8/31), some headcanons of 25 year old dipper and mabel!

also bc i binge watched the show again-

includes what they’re up to, relations, interests, stuff they do in their free time, etc.

+ short 5 song playlist of their taste at the end

(will be songs from recent years since it’s now, as in this second, of their interests. i’d be happy to do a full playlist if requested!)

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DIPPER

-stayed in touch with stan and ford all these years, he’s very close to them. they’re still around but much older and calmer

-so, yes, he’s covered in tats. yk that fanart we allllll have seen? yea they pretty much look like that, some weird ones, he rlly likes patchwork style tattoos

-probably has one on his chest or stomach/lower pelvis tbh, he’s a quirky dude

-mabel probably dared him to do something like that because she thought he’d chicken out from the pain but he did it

-him and mabel have matching tattoos that was dippers idea, dipper has a pine tree on his ankle and mabel has the shooting star on hers

-his pain tolerance is definitely pretty high given all the stuff he’s been through

-he decided to grow his hair a bit longer because he likes it that way. he enjoys being able to put it into a messy half up lil bun

-as for shaving his face, he likes to be clean. as much as he was excited about chest hair or whatever, once there started to be more hair coming in, he got tired of it and started keeping clean. maybe some stubble on his face once in a while if he’s lazy

-he has rosacea he mistakenly took for acne when he was growing into his teens, so he just naturally has a reddened face, probably from all the stress. aside from it being a medical condition, it’s rather cute

-he’s also in the sun a lot in california, so that’s what caused that and his darkening freckles.

-he’s good with his skin though, he likes to just keep himself clean, that’s it.

-he also wears chapstick, but only the cherry flavor from the chapstick brand.

-likes jewelry so he wears a bunch of different necklaces and bracelets and rings. he changes his necklace like every week, it’s always some kinda rock in wire or dog tag. also pierced his ears so he wears small studs or smthn

-ahem he has his tongue pierced ahem

-wears a lot of plain clothes or band t-shirts. he’s got like a weird grunge/hippie mix to his style, like converse and band tshirts with like a bandanna and all his jewelry

-still wears hats, he likes beanies too

-he consumes a lot of media, he loves cartoons but will watch the occasional greys anatomy episode

-he loves video games, such a nintendo sucker like mario, sonic, zelda, smash

-his fav series is the legend of zelda im not biased shut up

-he also got into anime more, this happened a bit after he left the summer of 2012. you can blame soos for recommending he tries it out, and he did

-i feel like his favorites would be like soul eater, jujutsu kaisen, or death note

-cat person cat person cat person

-owns like 3 cats

-orange tabby he named corduroy, grey tabby named tyrone (calls him ty), and a black one he named august, for him and his sisters birth month.

-she helped him decide the name, they got him together so technically it’s both of their cat but mabel still has waddles (and a guinea pig but this isn’t mabels headcannons)

-he decided against going to college but instead has his own interactive websites for people interested in the weird and crazy supernatural, this all started from a blog he created himself about the weird things he’s researched.

-he’s thought about studying computer science, or becoming a teacher for philosophy or even psychology, something like that, but he now thinks college will get in the way of his personal research, so he finds things off of that

-he does a lot of his own research on these things anyway because he’s still interested in it

-for an actual job to make a steady income he’s been working at an amazon warehouse for a couple of years

-dabbled in smoking weed but it’s not for him, he’s too paranoid

-he has a lot of friends but most of them are online

-you thought the awkwardness was just part of the preteens phase, well it wasn’t

-he’s still pretty awkward but i guess some girls find that more attractive as you get older and not gross

-also i think dipper is straight, but he’s still pretty flamboyant.

-he’s definitely tested the theory of him being not straight though, that’s all imma say

-he’s better at talking to girls, especially now that he knows what he really wants to do and who he is, the confidence in himself was the key

-sometimes he’s shy, but doesn’t have a problem smiling or saying hi or complimenting someone

-he’s had a couple of relationships, done a handful of things and tried stuff out, but he still hasn’t found the one

-he’s the kinda guy that needs to find someone who’s ok with him being very private and independent sometimes, and he finds that hard

-as much as he can be distant, he still wants a long term partner eventually

-he also does know he has a lot of his own issues to figure out to do that, because he knows he can get distant, and so he has traumas to work out and he’s aware of that

-at heart, he is very much so a lover boy though

-his top love language from the 5 would be acts of service. he may get distant and stuff but he still thinks about you a lot and what you need or what you’re doing, like bringing you soup or tissues when you’re sick, switching your clean clothes to the dryer, simple stuff like picking up after you if you forget, or even teaching you new things he’s learned about because he likes to share that

-in order of the 1-5 from most to least, acts of service, gift giving, quality time, words of affirmation, and physical touch.

-just because it’s the last doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it, he just shows the others more.

-he’s perfectly fine with cuddling and kissing all day in bed on a lazy rainy day, all gloomy outside during a thunderstorm and you both are cozy in bed, nice and warm form body heat and in and out of sleep.

-he needs this very often he’s so stressed

-wears knee high socks to bed tho oops

-he’s doesn’t like wearing a shirt to bed that much though, but he does wear the socks

-always with shorts or boxers tho, he doesn’t like the feeling of pants over long socks, or pants under the covers anyway. not a fan of layers

-as much as he’s very into technology and being lazy or whatever, he does like to go outside a lot and hike, or casual walks

-he enjoys the feel of nature, and more so during the summer. summer is his favorite season for nostalgia reasons

-drives a subaru crosstrek. and he liked the camo green, ok?

-covered in magnets and stickers

-wants to get a motorcycle

-now that he drives, him and mabel make frequent trips to gravity falls whenever they can to see everyone, they all still stay in contact, and love seeing the twins.

—pinetrees pods

stick season - noah kahan

birds of a feather - billie eilish

baby i’m home - odetari

snakelike - whatsaheart

crush - ethel cain

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MABEL

-also stayed in touch with stan and ford like dipper, they’re both close with them (stan and mabel are closer but they all love each other equally)

-i feel like she also would have tattoos but they’re kinda smaller and more floral and colorful, not huge and overbearing though

-not to be sad, but waddles doesn’t have much time left and so she got a little tattoo of a cute pig on her hip for memory of him

-she chose her right hip because that’s his favorite spot to snuggle on her when they sleep together or cuddle, he was always on that side

-she definitely kept like a girly hippie and y2k kinda style as she got older

-she keeps her hair long and always natural, she never really likes to blow it out or straighten it, but she loves doing different styles like braids or space buns, but usually just naturally down and wavy.

-likes hair clips and scrunchies, especially the ones with the cute designs and colors on it. like the hair clips that look like wings and have dangling jewels

-she did however have a little phase where she wanted to dye some of it, she did the front strands of her hair hot pink and purple before

-she really likes doing her makeup, all kinds of styles and colors. she’ll try eyeliner, face paint, glitter, lipstick colors, bright eyeshadows, everything

-she doesn’t overdo it, but always has some kind of color in her face, like a natural face but some blue or purple eyeshadow, something cool.

-has a small stud on her nose, but a lot more piercings on her ears.

-she never wanted anything crazy but she thinks more holes to put cute earrings in was a good idea

-she also enjoys tv, she loves movies more though. she likes cartoons but more enjoys shows like friends, or reality tv shows like the masked singer or love island

-she also enjoys video games, mostly because dipper introduced her to alot, zelda she likes because of him and she got into animal crossing too

-NEEDED pietro on her island or else she wouldn’t play.

-she bought her own switch because of this

-it has pink remotes and lots of stickers, obviously

-she also has a pc, she likes playing minecraft with candy and grenda. she isn’t very good at it tho so she plays with cheats LOL

-social media obsessed, she posts everything, especially on tiktok and instagram. she likes sharing, sharing is caring.

-her user would probably be like “sh00t1ngst4r31” or smthn from like 2016 pinterest username ideas but she doesn’t care too change it, she still thinks it’s cute

-pothead, it makes her feel funny and fuzzy and happy and stupid and…oh i’m hungry.

-so yea, she also has a guinea pig and she named her star, after her own alias as shooting star

-she likes to draw and she actually makes money off her art, like selling designs or stickers on redbubble, but also makes art of characters from games and stuff, or pretty nature designs

-shes in college for theatre and film, she would love to make movies or shows some day. she’s also interested in acting and singing a lot too

-there is a boy she likes in her class but she’s nervous to talk to him, after the whole boy crazy teen phase, she’s calmed down but become more nervous to talk to boys if she likes them, otherwise she’s extremely social.

-mabel isn’t straight guys. never was and never will be. she finds its much easier to talk to girls if it’s a crush.

-GOES TO DRAG SHOWS!

-she’s friends w all the queens, she gets behind the scenes of them changing and choosing their songs and outfits and their theme for sets !!!!

-she’s like adhd central, but yes she’s on medication for it.

-i also think she has a personality disorder of some sort, like bpd

-she has a tough time keeping relationships because of how wild and moody she can be as a person, it can get confusing and it’s hard, but her optimistic trait keeps this lovely girl going, she’s doing ok don’t worry.

-DRIVES A MODDED JEEP WRANGLER ITS PURPLE AND COVERED IN DUCKS

-also likes anime, she’s an ouran high school host club girly, but also the occasional demon slayer fan

-she loves my hero academia be fr

-she’s in love with ochaco

-wears big asf t-shirts to bed, panties and socks. it’s cozy

-collects stuffed animals, she loves emptying her wallet at arcades and only playing for stuffies. it’s not all for nothing though, she’s pretty good at what she does.

-big collector and still scrapbooks.

-she has shelves of manga and figures, also books of drawings and memories, and other random collectibles

-really likes sanrio

-she is in school and does have her own online business, but she does also dog sit and dog walk on the side

-i feel like she loves to cook and bake, she likes to try new things all the time

-she enjoys traveling too, she’s been to the east coast in the states like new york, vermont, and down to virginia and north carolina too

-also out of the country, she’s been to japan, and paris a couple times. she HAD to take a picture that made it look like she was holding a tiny eiffel tower before she dies cmon

-she loves fall, definitely a pumpkin spice girl

-prefers dunkin over starbucks, but will get the occasional cake pop from starbucks

-she’s still taller than dipper lol, i’d say she’s like 5’6 while he’s an inch shorter

-she wears glasses now, but prefers contacts. she only wears her glasses like at home or doing casual stuff if she doesn’t feel like putting her contacts in but for the most part she wears the contacts

-she loves taking trips with dipper back to gravity falls, she’s especially excited to see wendy again now that they can really relate more with girl things since mabel’s old enough to understand a lot more

-they take mabel’s jeep when driving to gravity falls, but switch out driving here and there.

-passenger gets aux, it’s their rule

—shooting stars symphony

girl, so confusing - charlie xcx

i love hollywood! - slayyyter

l’amour de ma vie, extended - billie eilish

ancient dreams in a modern land - marina

joyride - kesha

[ohbo-ohno]

Okay, so I’m not sure what AU exactly this would before because the Serial Killer Reader is definitely feels more Puppy in my eyes and not sure if the boys in the dlmliyh Au would vibe with this, but I have been thinking about them training the reader to be a kitten. Specifically where the reader is fighting against it and the boys have to get creative to get them to calm down and slip into the head space.

Now I’m sure your thoughts on drug use so ignore if your not comfortable 💕 , but them using weed to get them to slip. Them figuring it out on accident, soap smoking and making them take a pull and discovering how sensitive, cuddly and subby they get when they are high. Then maybe one day the reader is like hell no i’m not wearing a tail plug and ears. Them looking at eachother and one leaving the room to make a “special” cup of tea for the reader not telling them that it has flower in it. Chuckling to themselves as they notice it starting to have an effect, the readers brain getting fuzzy, relaxed and maybe going a bit nonverbal. All this making the little cozy cat bed the boys made for them look really welcoming. But then they feel a nice warm hand running through their hair and they are so sensitive it just feels so good. Whimpering and leaning into their touch becoming a little puddle nuzzling closer to their warmth. Relaxing deeper as their hands stroke your body, them mumbling praises “oh such a good kitten” “purr for us love”. Relaxed sighs turning into soft moans as they feel rough fingers rubbing their clit. A hand gently tilting their chin up making them look into Soaps eyes as he places the cute little ears on the readers head. So distracted by the look in his eyes and the feeling of him playing with their hair that they don’t really notice ghost shifting behind them, until he pops their tail in.

Might have gotten a bit carried away here but…

Also after this event they start referring to weed as catnip 😅

-🎃

p.s. thank you for that story rec 👀

i've recommended like three stories but i hope you mean the puppyplay sugar daddy one because it's so fucked up and i need more people to know it exists lol

i am. obsessed with this ask. im also totally gonna reveal how inexperienced with weed i am so we're just gonna pretend weed functions in the exact ways we need it to for kinky story's sake :)

johnny giving you a puff of his blunt and you take it because you're so eager to calm down, only for just that little bit to hit you like a train and make you the neediest calm little thing ever

also. oh my god. weed being used as "cat-nip" to force you into kittyplay. wowza!

yknow im usually not as into kittyplay as i am puppyplay (i like it a little meaner lol) but this ask is like a really fun brand of kittyplay. literally them drugging you (just a little!) so you behave for them? they're really just helping you, when you get all worked up you always end up needing a punishment :/ this is better, this just helps you behave

also ughhh you just being so soft and malleable, leaning into them for affection, looking up at them with big round eyes and begging for more. slow and easy sex, a nice little treat for you since you're behaving so well. taking your tail so well for them :( simon stroking from the crown of your head allll the way down to your tail, smiling at your little purrs

johnny would love it too obviously but he doesn't really get to play with you as much when you're high :/ he wants to play puppy-kitty when you're actually... y'know... willing to do more than be pampered. he wants to play wrestle, to yank your tail when you bite his hand, to make you lick his dick clean of your slick with little kitten licks

simon just reassures him that someday you won't need their help to be a kitten, they're just showing you how for now <3

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

A night in Reno

✧･ﾟ: * Pilot and Jack find themselves in a whorehouse, but Pilot ends up wanting the bartender instead...

warnings: absolutely filthy smut, kinda cheating, mentions of drugs

It was a slow night at the Dan. D. Fine, as always. You stood at the bar, fixing up the broken machines and washing the dirty cups. Most of the time, the only man you'd see was either a gross old fuck or a young virgin. There was also Mauzner, a nasty piece of shit nympho. As you shined up the bottles sitting on the shelf, you saw a pair of guys walk in. One was decked out in biker clothes and had a weird haircut. The other was dressed more normal, was cuter, and he wore a green visor. To put it simple, they didn't seem like the usual type to come into a whorehouse. The cute one glanced at you, making eye contact. You broke it, trying to look like you were busy and not awkward.

The boss lady called out all the girls from behind the curtain. They were decked out in lingerie and weird sexual accessories. You were cool with them, sliding them drinks throughout the night to help them through their shift. They all lined up, one by one.

The two guys sat on the couch with Mauzner, marveling at the beautiful women before them. Mauzner had his pick first, going with Lois who was dressed as a bar-maiden. Then the biker dude had his pick second. He ended up with Sophie, who was wearing a cowboy costume. And then there was the visor guy. He scanned the ladies, one by one. "Uh...I think im cool off that." He laughed nervously, looking at the boss lady. She rolled her eyes, motioning the girls to go back to their rooms. Now, it was just you and him.

He sat on the soft velvet couch for a moment, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. You glanced at him a few times, it seemed as though he was looking for something. He got up and walked towards the bar. You kept trying to look occupied, a little bit nervous to talk to him. "Hey, uh, you got a light?" he asked, a grin plastered on his face. You pulled one out from the cabinet, handing it to him. He lit the cig, inhaling deeply. "Y'know, I don't usually smoke cigs. Im a lot more of a weed typa' guy." You giggled, you could tell he was high out of his mind. "So then why not smoke a blunt?" you asked, still washing the dishes. "Smoked my last one right before we got here. Shoulda' saved it." He ran his fingers through his brown, dirty looking hair. You couldn't help but stare at him, he was just so... cute. "Whats tha matter? Somethin on my face?" he asked, giggling. "Nah, just looking."

You caught his name about 30 minutes into the conversation. His name was Pilot. He told you the whole story as to why that was his name, which you found quite interesting. You talked about everything and nothing, his life back in Vegas and your life here in Reno. You had been itching to ask him if he was in a relationship or something, but you didnt wanna come off too strong. "So, you got a little boyfriend or what?" he asked, eyeing you up and down. You felt flattered by this sudden question. "Nah, I'm single as can be" you giggled. "Really? Im surprised. A cute thing like you should have guys lined up across the block" he said, taking puffs off of the cigarette. "Well, how about you? Got a girl back in Vegas or what?" you asked, genuinely curious to know. "Well...it's complicated." Pilot laughed, his sleepy eyes shutting and his cat-like mouth curling up. "Hm, you guys are going nice 'nd steady or what?" Pilot grins. "Well... I was tellin' my buddy Jack that if banging was an island in the Caribbean, me and her are stuck in traffic in Jersey." This made you laugh. Although Pilot was heavily intoxicated, he was still charming. "She doesn't make you nut? Or are you sexually confused." You tilted your head to the side, looking Pilot in the eyes. He grinned. "Yeah..hell nah." He put out the cigarette, throwing it into the little ashtray beside him. "Maybe you could help me out with that?" he asked, licking his lips and flashing a toothy grin. You blushed, flabbergasted at his boldness. "My apartments right above this building, wanna spend the night?" you asked. Pilot followed you up to the apartment.

As soon as you shut the door, he launched himself towards you. He grabbed your face, kissing you passionately. The both of you stumbled into your room, closing and locking the door. Pilot laid down on the bed, watching as you straddled him. His hands grabbed at your hips, grinding you on his boner. You tore off the silly visor he wore, along with his shirt and jacket as you threw it off to the side. With the visor gone, it made it easier to kiss him. You kissed all the way down his neck, leaving hickeys. "Ah, fuck [Name]." Pilot had never been handheld in such a manner, it was so new to him. He helped pull off all your clothes, leaving you in just lacey pink panties. He gawked at your body, completely bare just for him. You kissed down his abs and along his mountain trail. You got all the way down to his pants, looking up at him with puppy eyes. Your ass was in the air, back arched. Pilot couldn't believe the sight before him. He had imagined something just like this the moment he laid eyes on you. You unbuckled his belt and pulled off his boxers. His dick sprang out, rock hard and damn near pulsating. You spit on the tip, wanting Pilot to beg for anything more. "[Name], please don't tease. It hurts" Pilot whined, his head thrown back. "Mmm tell me what you want me to do, baby." You kissed all along his dick, from the balls up to the shaft. "Just..just like that." Pilot was on cloud nine. You took all 7 inches in your mouth, deepthroating his cock. Tears formed in your eyes. Pilot reached his hand down to wipe them off, only making you more wet. Your head bobbed up and down on his dick. "Fuck.. fuck, fuck [Name]." You took it out of your mouth, wanting him to cum on your face. He came with a loud groan, painting your face. You stuck your tongue out, catching some in your mouth. You sat up and straddled him again, your face smeared in his jizz. Pilots eyes rolled back, the sight too much to handle. "Gonna make you cum all over again, yeah baby?" you asked, wiping the cum off and licking your finger. "Wanna make you feel good too, [Name]." He grabbed your hips again, guiding them more towards his face.

You hovered your pussy over Pilots face. "Pilot, I don't wanna suffocate you." you giggled nervously. Pilot didn't listen to you, instead grabbing your ass and forcing you down. You moaned, feeling his tongue flick your clit. You began to grind on his face, writhing and groaning at the feeling. It was a sensation you hadn't ever experienced. You grabbed his dick, stroking it as his tongue went in and out of you. Pilot groaned against your pussy. The vibrations of his voice almost made you cum, grinding even harder. Suddenly, Pilot stopped. You whined, the feeling of pleasure being ripped away almost painful. "Why, why'd you stop?" you asked in between pants. "Cant let you cum just yet baby, wanna see that pretty pussy cum all over my dick." Pilot moved you towards his cock, standing straight up from how hard it was. He lowered you down onto it until it was all the way in. You moaned, throwing your head back. Pilots thick cock was stretching you out so good, you didn't know if you could handle the whole thing. You began bouncing up and down, hands at your sides for balance. Pilots hands went from your hips, to your tiddies. He put your left nipple in his mouth, while he fondled the right. "Oh, fuck me Pilot." You began slowing down, your legs tired from bouncing. Pilot sat up and grabbed you at the sides. He began to use you like a fleshlight, bouncing you up and down. His big blue eyes gazed into yours as he fucked you. "Youre all mine now. Got that?" he said. "Yes, yes Pilot. All yours." At this point, you were delirious. As long as Pilot kept fucking you like this, you'd agree to anything he'd say. "Who's this pussy belong to? Huh?" he asked, slapping your ass. "You.. I'm yours.. I'm- I-" you couldn't think, you couldn't talk. You came violently on his dick, your juices squirting all over his lap. "Fuck, fuck yeah baby. Squirt all over this dick." Now, you were limp. You could barely sit up, the feeling in your legs long lost. Pilot was thrusting up into you, chasing his release. All you could mutter was a string of curse words, eyes rolled into the back of your head. "Shit shit shit Name." You could feel cum fill up your insides, warming you up. The thought of getting pregnant suddenly crossed your mind. You didn't care, through. The only thing you cared about in this moment was Pilot nutting all up in you. You fell forward onto him, his arms wrapping around your torso. You both laid there, trying to catch some breath. Pilot looked down at you and started giggling. "Damn, that was nice." You snuggled into him, drawing little circles on his chest. "Am I better than your girl?" you asked, looking up at him. "Nah, cus you're my girl." Pilot kissed the top of your head, watching blush creep across your face. "Goodnight, baby." you shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight, [Name]." Pilot thought of what would become of this. He thought of maybe inviting you to tag along with them on their journey to Seattle. That was tomorrows problem. Right now, Pilot was focused on one thing: his new girl.

(wow i didnt mean for this to be so long whoops :3 but here ya go Highway 2002 fans! hope u like)

[amourtoken]

OKAY IM HEREEE TO PROVIDE MORE ARI WITH A YOUNGER GF

you’re one of the best things that has ever happened to Ari and he never fails to tell you exactly that. He feels extremely lucky to have the opportunity to be the man that you experience so many of your firsts with. Your face burns when you’re hit with the memory of how he attempted to gently bully his fat cock into your pussy, kissing your tummy, and making sure you were wet enough to take him to the point where you were dripping onto the blanket beneath you. He was the first person to ever fill your slick pussy with his fingers, and you honestly couldn’t be happier than you experienced all of those things with him rather than anyone else. Ari being a smoker is not a secret to you, and for some reason you can’t help but rub your thighs together when he rolls up with you on his lap. Is it how gently his fingers work the paper? Is it how his tongue seals the brown paper with an appropriate amount of spit? Maybe so, but you can’t help but keep your eyes glued to the figure of your curly headed bf and of course he notices this. It there was anyone in the world that you would feel comfortable enough to experience your first high with, it would obviously be your boyfriend because he’s been smoking for some time now and he’s more knowledgeable in certain areas of life thanks to his age. After taking your first few hits with the gentle guidance of your boyfriend, you nuzzle up to him as if you were some sort of cat with a disgusting ache between your legs. You almost always get like this when you’re around him because how could you not..the mere sight of your bf is enough for you to practically throw yourself on the bed but for some reason your grabby hands, pouty lips, wet pussy, and glossy eyes become an even bigger problem after your first smoke sesh with him. And ofc he loves taking care of his baby (sexually and non sexually), so he’ll gently shush your whines as he works his hands down your plush tummy in order to work his fingers on your aching clit, “don’t worry, baby, daddy’s gotchu.”

it's over for me I swear to god

Ari would do anything you asked of him so ofc the least he can do for you in your current state is give you what you need. You look so pretty like this too, face flushed and eyes hazy while you're curled up in his lap and your hands are roaming wherever they can reach on him. If there's a heaven it'll probably be pretty close to this.

He's been smoking for yearsss so he's definitely able to handle it a lot better than you, honestly you probably wouldn't be able to really tell a difference in him but you definitely aren't in the same boat. He knows of course, and wants you to just lay back and enjoy the feeling flooding your body. As much as he'd love to hold you forever, he's got other plans so he'd only pull you off his lap to lay you out on his bed and slowly drag your shorts down your legs.

The feeling of his hands on your thighs holding your legs open and his lips pressing random kisses to your hips and all over your legs has you feeling like you're floating. It'd be nice if you weren't high but that only adds to the enjoyment. You were wearing one of his shirts too, which he left on you cause he loves seeing you in it especially with it pushed up just enough to show your tummy and the pretty curve of your waist, he can't get enough of you.

Ari really gets lost in the act, he could never get sick of your body, every time he sees you naked it feels like the first time but he's memorized every square inch of your skin and committed it to memory like a piece of art. He could do this all fucking day. The feeling of his lips against your clit draws you out of your thoughts though, your hands immediately tangling in his hair while he makes out with your pussy (and i rlly do mean makes out. Like this and this)

the pretty sounds you make and the way your legs shake while he's lapping at your pussy drive him crazy but he couldn't give less of a fuck about getting off right now, he's too focused on taking care of his baby first of all. You taste too sweet to stop anyway, even when you pull his hair a little too hard all it does is draw a deep groan from his chest but he doesn't break contact by any means. He's not done until you're whimpering and keening against his face, pulsing around 2 of his thick fingers he has buried inside you as deep as he can fit as you cum.

"Good girl, doin' so good f'me- so pretty like this. Love you so much baby"

"told you I got you, let daddy make you feel good. You deserve it."

You're lucky if you can get away with only getting off once though, cause like I said he can do this allllll day. As much as he wants to bury his face in your pussy again, he's achingly hard and just wants to feel you around him. You're still panting and recovering from the orgasm he put you through when he slaps his tip on your clit and makes you yelp and your hips jerk from overstimulation. He doesn't rlly need the extra lube either but he definitely spits on it before sliding it in js.

[catspinach]

updates on my life:

someome just stole a rug and 2 laundry baskets from me at the laundromat so uh love that.

i applied for my own place and they told me they would get the paperwork in and contact me the next day, and we discussed my move in date and it really seemed like i had the place! i called every day for 2 weeks and they never got back to me. so i would have been moved out by now but everything wrong happens to me so ofc it didnt work out again

i have some friends who are looking to move out with a 3rd roommate, but they live a town over and id maybe have to transfer jobs and id rather not if thats possible lol. but im not opposed. theyre willing to move up but not in green bay, and we're looking for places as far down as oshkosh if that means anything to anyone. i was initially scared to move too far away from my mom because she needs me, but maybe that's just me being scared to leave home. i gotta eventually, though, and i might as well now while i have a good stable job and my car loans almost paid off

in other news, ive been listening to a lot of lil peep recently because i ran into an old highschool friend who is not doing great.. he was barefoot outside a walgreens with fucked hair and obviously high out of his mind and i felt bad. i just really really hope he does better for himself idk. he was a good guy but he was just spitting nonsense to me about seeing lil peep in the afterlife and how adam and eve were monkeys? and i really hate being put in situations, but i smoked a cig w him and let him ramble, and he was surprised i recognised him and remembered his name.

hmm what else is new?

my dog has recovered from his vestibular episode and my cat has recovered from his PU surgery!

i think thats all the rowan life updates

[fr3akinthecorner]

hey lets have some fun hahaha hows that? we could talk about our daddys that i never do! and im sure u do it a lot why arent you having fun? because im high but not really enjoying it anymore i see well maybe you need to change your habits when you smoke is it meth or weed? meth i see! its a fascinating drug but your body can go through some funny feelings on it so how how are you? pretty high acctually well thats great im glad i could be of some help! but could u help me? im looking for a kitty cat at a sushi restaraunt i want it to bite me oh no hahaha thats what the last girl said do u like her? i love her! i want her and her kitty cat to be in my anime hey emily? whats it like having no friends? its pretty fun interesting answer i cant go without my girls but we are getting along very nicely omg i want to fucking party bitch on molly do it bitch hahaha i certianly am i just need to decide which boy to fuck! which one emily? the shy one hahaha youre funny i guess its him but that darn kitty cat... im going to play hide and seek with her it will be so much fun and when she cant find me im going to bring some friends into the house to do what? truth or dare wow that doesnt sound scary at all in the anime world things get very scary im surprised you survived your horror games but they are gone forever and everyone is so happy for you emily what are you listening to? just some dumb playlists oh ok what kind of music? rap oh ok i hate rap! why? its just not my thing i hope that doesnt bother u no it doesnt so when are u expecting to find this kitty cat? as soon as were done talking i was hoping you would talk to me your games are fun and i think its great that youre trying to connect with women itll be great for you and a lot of fun just dont lose your daddys hand in the anime world! so no horror really? thats shocking to me i love horror movies and all of that especially when im on acid bitch youre crazy hahaha no way im just a down ass bitch! so minhee jang huh? her aesthetic is quite interesting its not my thing but its cute that you like it and word on the street is that youre a little basketball twerking boy that is the cutest thing i have ever heard hahaha dont worry i wont make you use your diamond mind for me youve done enough for me i was having a hard day with my boyfriend was complaining about my technique technique in what? nothing emily dont worr abut it but its not about sex so u like my hair huh? its my favorite hair style youre so pretty thank u! so are u gorgeous i saw your instagram i cant believe how beautiful you are and never feel ugly gorgeous i know it might not help right now but i really want to help you are stunning and its so sad to see such a beautiful dork so down on herself your sexy talk with skateboarders is really fun to see and all the girlies are fascinated we love skateboarders in the anime world so be careful out there gorgeous we had a great talk keep talking to women it will definitely help you write and talk to your daddy you are so smart dork

[yaasalaholing]

this cap gave me confidence 

by Pippa Akofa UGWUMADU 

1

why?

because I’m black.

years of empowerment.

2 

i live this lonely life 

sad and low eyes 

who’s going to hold 

“I’m a woman”

not a girl 

3 

a part of me won’t wake up

would I be so low to shoot you in the back 

like u wasn’t looking 

you’d see my gut explode from the tension of holding back       tears 

time has it’s way of forgetting 

holding back inaudible words,

language, lyric and harm 

as prickled eyes hold in 

would you be the first to break my heart 

4 

Thursday 20th April 2023 

Left the care home unprepared.

Firstly, socks, bare foot @ my mother’s house. 

An Afro wig, thinking of my braids. 

Glass cup, green tea. 

5

Should i be ditzy

Should i be mellow 

Should i be chill 

Should I admit that I’m hollow 

Waiting to be filled with love 

I be, I be, I believed in to tomorrow 

I never saw the sun come up 

6

I can’t be myself 

I don’t like myself 

Should I accept 

Should I give up 

I have to be myself 

I have to think for myself 

7

Do I appreciate her? 

Do I treat her with respect? 

Hip hop 

8

I was the cat 

Sitting in the back of an Escalade 

Watching two friends 

Pass the joint

After robbing a merchandise store 

9

je deteste ca parfois 

parfois 

10 

I’m a know it all 

I know it all 

But I’m not all knowing 

11

you know this empty space 

is meant to be filled with thoughts of a man 

12

don’t want u to say anything 

Don’t want to hear what you think 

13 

If. 

A bungalow 

Room for self care and singing bowls 

Before shower 

Meditate 

Yoga 

Meditate 

books. Poems to start off. 

Always go outside when you feel bad energy occur. 

or mastrubate. 

CASH always on hand. 

14 

We broke up 

And I’m still not free.

15 

no new words 

just sweet plantain chips 

16 

I smoked too much 

growing 

I made static in the air 

Swivel, Yankee hat symbol approached me, 

Ooo what did he say? 

Sun rays peep the bus window 

never had the spotlight on me, 

not in those days 

17

moon kingdom 

I’m rising, I’m rising 

I’m rising 

Im torn at night 

Faint in day 

and I’m rising 

See nothing but black 

A rug over eyes 

Im all hours of the seconds away 

And awake 

18 

blue jungle 

u gotta little patch on your light 

anatomy shedding pieces 

not quite as gone as 

A sane world 

Outside 

Of me 

Insane 

I don’t smile,

It’s been a long time since genuine

but it’s ‘m light 

jungle rain 

maybe bedhead mess and wisps of fake bountiful hair all over the floor, my blue jungle paint placed in the second I woke up

without a man

a woman, not a girl. 

19

4 you 

Our days are over 

Left on hold 

Knowingly covered 

The whispers. I heard 

Old rasp voice love

My heart sank into a tumour 

As land fit the river 

So I rang 

Lemon haze 

20 

Why not chalk all over the floor?

Why does graffiti have to be on brick walls?

Why can we not walk on the sky?

Why can’t I walk on water

If Jesus walked on water then why can’t I? 

Why is the window not the front door?

Why can’t I lie on my ceiling? 

Why can’t I grow wings 

and fly Paris free of charge in the evenings? 

These questions I want to ask 

Good, most powerful, most high God.

 21 

says 

the butterfly 

I want to be a bird

I can’t see 

The butterfly can’t see 

Flies 

Hong Kong’s busy streets 

Amidst the noise of the city

Beauty was sweet 

When all I have to do is eat 

I can’t see 

But feel the energy 

Of Hong Kong’s busy streets 

22 

when the argument started 

Fire crackled 

When the argument started 

Fire sprung 

Sparks made up for this argument 

The ash and light, soft and spark 

Joined air’s tone 

whistling together “home” 

23 

Taking nudes 

The smallest bathroom 

With a broken mirror 

In a screen 

That seemed clearer 

Never seen, me from this angle 

Never captured who it was for 

Never seen me naked, 

Small chest, big eyed whore, 

Skinny legs 

A body no one ever sought, 

Behind the internet,

Could he even see it was me 

I hid my face 

Wrapped my arms around my breasts

Like a haiku, or a Shakespearean soliloquy 

Spoke to me 

Goodbye lady 

Hello dumb and free 

24 

I wake up tomorrow morning 

Belly flat 

Belly finally flat 

Fat ass 

And a straight back 

from a hunchback 

25 

Drowning 

Ain’t no mystery 

But I’m foreign to his tongue 

The way he wears his slang 

When he approached my realm

I should’ve ran 

When he became my four walls 

With no door

On my back 

There was only the floor 

Lips bruised 

From kissing wild 

Breath broke 

Legs shake 

Hands taunt 

Moan, moan

Taste

Run, run 

Run away and don’t come back. 

[thisisanude]

that’s exactly why i just want to do what makes the most sense and die. i dug myself this grave, everyone knows how pathetic i am, and there is ACTUALLY ZERO ways i get out of this not extremely devastated! why not kill myself! literally why not. part of me that wants to live is saying to get over it and just accept that i’ll be upset either way and do fucking something about it - whatever - ANYTHING! just talk to him and see how that goes and let it go either way because at least then you’ll fucking make a choice. but i feel like i need to go into the conversation with at least somewhat of a choice at least a preference. or more guts and more dissociation than i have now. funnily enough im not dissociating as hard as i have other times in my life altho sometimes i do for short bursts but not as hard as i did when my cat died - altho maybe me being high 24/7 then made that problem a lot worse. now im more sober than i have been since i started smoking weed which is funny i got what i wanted in the way i never wanted it. PLEASE!!!! and then if i talk to him asap and let that conversation go whichever way it does then what? it’ll end? i’ll for sure lose one of them? one of them - OR BOTH - will hate me? those are 2 of the most important people to me and 2 of the best and closest people i’ve had in my life so having either of them hate me or not want to be in my life would hurt more than anything. that just brings us back to me needing to die over this. because i’ll be devastated in a way i don’t think i can handle at all - not right now especially, but maybe not ever. the anxiety of it though is driving me crazy which makes me want to do it sooner than later. i want to do it this month but i have to do it by the end of the year. i have to not be anxious about this anymore on my birthday. or the entire month of december. i want to stop being so incredibly anxious and guilty all the time i can’t live like this anymore so maybe the devastating depression that would follow would feel better than this. but what if i make the wrong choice? i can’t bear to think of that. and yet every day i can tell you exactly how every choice is the wrong one. i’ll never be happy! i don’t even know what i want myself. this brings us back ONE MORE TIME to why the ONLY way out is death. the phrase “the only way out is through” haunts my brain. that stupid fucking hoodie fuck me fuck it it’s funny that i wore that a lot when i had purple hair this summer, which is when these feelings were brewing. GOD i never expected it to get this bad. HOLY SHIT it’s bad it’s so bad it’s so much worse than i ever thought it would be. funny cuz when i realized i did have a crush on her a few months ago i thought about it and i decided i had to stay very carefully along the line - not cross it yet not get too far from it. because i craved being close to it but crossing it required too much change, change i wasn’t able to handle in my own life. if she liked me back, which i suspected she did, i knew she would probably want to break up with our bfs and be together, because she’s said many times she has thought about breaking up with her bf before and she has never seemed THAT interested in him in the first place tbh. i knew i loved my bf and i don’t ever want to break up with him so i wanted to just stay on that line, close enough to enjoy the tension we had but never crossing it to not cause any issues. WELL SHIT! that didn’t work the fuck out did it now. and i know damn well it’s my fault i knew i shouldn’t have gotten too close why did i want to fly too close to the sun? what’s wrong with me. of course everyone was going to suspect something, especially her, with the way i started treating her over time these past few months. PUSHING AND PUSHING AND PUSHING THAT LINE AND FINALLY CROSSING IT. i regret that every second now yet it felt too good to stop it at the time. it still feels so good to be with her now and it devastates me every time she leaves and i have to face my feelings alone and realize how hard this actually is. i really don’t know what to do

thinking back on our love when we first started dating makes me devastated and so does thinking back on our love in its best moments. why do i feel like everything went downhill and the person i thought id spend the rest of my life with eventually just started getting on my nerves to the point that i pushed him out. that’s why i fell for her all of a sudden i mean nothing else changed at all. what was different this year. my hope in my relationship i think that’s what was. it’s just that now that things got scary i want to go back on it and not do anything about it and be with my permanent lover and pretend like everything is fine but is it really? because now that this is affecting me externally instead of just internally it matters a lot more and i have the proof that things really are different and it’s not in my head. i also hate how this affects her now and i really wish every single day that i never dragged her into this. i really wish so so so hard that i just never told her the truth and we never had that conversation and that night she was drunk and hitting on me and i wasn’t reciprocating and then she was upset and the rest of the night i just let it be. i can’t handle seeing people upset, especially her. i couldn’t handle it knowing that the reason she was upset is because she thought things weren’t reciprocated when the truth is they really were and at that point i had fully believed what i felt for her was stronger than what she felt for me. at this point i think that its equal, i just think she has a lot less consequences with changing her life so suddenly to be with me and i also think she has no romantic feelings left for her boyfriend while i still have strong romantic feelings left for mine. i really do love both of them romantically it’s such a weird feeling it’s tearing me apart. ive never felt so strongly for 2 people at the same time - ive had crushes on 2 people at the same time before but usually one was significantly stronger and the other was just like a “distraction crush”. never in my life did i think i loved two people at the same time - never ever ever. but i do now i really truly think i do. and it’s really hard for me to deal with it because i can’t have both of them and neither of them even want that they’re both expecting me to choose - my boyfriend not knowing anything yet but i know he’s gonna want me to choose. and her boyfriend too - i don’t think he wants to share i think he either wants in or out. and i can’t i really can’t and that’s why this will. forever be the biggest and most upsetting decision ive ever had to make. a big big BIG part of me wants to escape from it fully and literally move back to my home country and not be able to have either of them. even if that hurts me a lot - ALL OPTIONS HURT ME. if anyone ever stumbles upon this they would prob think im a crazy person or like damn get over it or damn be poly or something and chill. this is tearing up my entire life apart. i literally don’t want to live anymore and although other recent factors come into play, this is the biggest reason why. i can’t handle it - im not strong, i can’t handle anything, i don’t want to deal with anything, and i wish i couldn’t die. i don’t want to kill myself also because im a pussy, which makes things harder, but also because i really want to be happy someday and i want to feel like myself again and if i have a slight chance of surviving this i truly really hope i make it. but it’s hard it’s so hard and i can’t do it and i feel like im going insane every fucking day of my life it’s literally all i think about it’s on my mind 24/7 no matter where i am or who im with or what im doing. and it feels pathetic that everyone around me is stepping on eggshells around me and it’s like i want them to be real with me but also no i don’t because i actually can’t fucking handle it ! so i guess id rather them be on eggshells but i just…. feel so pathetic about it. and i already feel so pathetic like im a pussy! i’m a fucking pussy! i got here myself i dug my own grave and i can’t fucking handle it.

[brrrritscoldinhere]

Smoke and Ice Cream

cw: smoking

Remus walked out of the bar, craving fresh air after being smooshed in crowds of people for so long. He looked up at the sky and squinted his eyes. How had the moon risen up so high? It had been only eight when he walked in with Lily. Speaking of Lily, he had no idea where she had gone to. Last he’d seen her was when she was dancing with a bloke with dark skin and even darker hair. It hadn’t even been dancing at that point, more of grinding. Remus grimaced and tried to get the memory out of his head. Sure, he was her best friend and all, but he didn’t want to see anything like that.

A waft of smoke caught his nose, and his face pinched. He always hated the smell of cigarettes, and couldn’t stand it when Lily smoked near him. He turned discreetly to find a handsome bloke leaning against the wall of the pub, long fingers holding a cigarette and what Remus could see were multiple rings adorning them. His hair fell in waves of black down to his shoulders, and his eyelids had some kind of eyeshadow on them, making him look smouldering and absolutely gorgeous to the bone.

Their eyes caught and Remus quickly glanced away, a blush he hoped was too dark to see forming on his cheeks. He heard a stomp of a foot, before a voice right behind him said, “Quite the looker, eh, darling?”

Remus jolted, turning around to find the handsome man right there, eyes that he found so pretty before now intense and held a gleaming look in them. Still pretty, but very much intimidating.

Remus’ very intelligent response was to say, “Huh? I’m— I— uh.”

The man chuckled. He seemed to be amused by Remus, for whatever reason that may be. Oh, and his lips. Pink, curling softly up to a smirk, and so downright tempting to the core. Remus caught himself after a second and quickly looked back up to the man’s eyes, which he immediately regretted. Now they held interest, a sort of curiosity that hinted at— at something, something Remus just couldn’t put his finger on. The man smirked once more, and held out a hand. It was no longer holding a cigarette.

“Sirius Black. Nice to meet you.”

Remus blinked. He shook his hand. Everything felt robotic and like he wasn’t deciding on things himself, more of a survival instinct his mind had to switch on just to be able to function. “Re— Remus Lupin. Nice to meet you too.”

“So the pretty boy has a name,” Sirius said in a teasing tone, and the other man’s face burned up. “And why’re you at a pub, darling? You look like you should be im your bedroom, studying for the next exam you’ve got.” He raised a hand to brush the side of Remus’ glasses.

Remus blushed, looking down at his turtleneck and trousers. Yeah, it wasn’t really attire to wear at a pub, but he thought he would be out within an hour and back home with his cat, reading a book or maybe having a cup of his favourite tea.

“Not that I’m complaining. You look very pretty.” Sirius tilted his head up, as if challenging the other man to say something. “Here for a birthday or something?”

Remus shook his head. “No— just— just here with my friend. I dunno where she is, though.”

Something flashed through Sirius’ eyes. “Friend, huh?”

Remus caught on pretty quick. He wanted to laugh, if his stomach didn’t feel so fluttery at the moment. “Uh— yeah, just a friend. I— I don’t— you know, swing that way. If you know what I mean.”

Sirius smiled, the quirk of his lips different from his smirk. “Ah. I do know what you mean.”

Remus nodded jerkily. He didn’t know what to say next; it wasn’t like he was always approached by good looking blokes all the time. He was awkward at best, antisocial at worst, never talking to people before they talked to him, or doing anything to keep up small talk with people he didn’t know well.

“Well, Remus, what if we went to get ice cream right now, considering it’s a little too late to get coffee?”

Remus’ head shot up, and he blinked owlishly. “Well, I don’t think coffee might keep me awake. It hasn’t for a long while. Might be a problem,” he said dazedly, not knowing what Sirius was trying to say. Or did he?

Sirius laughed, a small, joyful sound that warmed Remus from inside out. “That’s a little concerning, yeah. But I’d rather have a date where we could learn about out favourite flavours of ice cream and see whether we’re compatible or not, eh?” He said it jokingly, but his eyes held sincerity.

Date? “My favourite flavour is vanilla,” Remus replied stupidly, and his heart and head felt like passing out.

Sirius laughed again. “Ah. I can tell. Mine’s cotton candy,” he said with a grin.

Remus scrunched his nose. “Cotton candy? That’s way too sweet.”

Sirius tsked. “How dare you. It seems like we’re incompatible after all.” But he grinned after a second. “Though I’d still love that date with you.”

And if Remus found himself giggling over Sirius ranting about how cotton candy was the best flavour in the universe, well, he couldn’t say he regretted agreeing much.

[adobe-outdesign]

What dyou think rolycoly line? Im still upset coalossal isnt a damm train :”(

Rolycoly (perfect name) is honestly just great all around; just a giant hunk of coal with a single eye and wheel that it uses to move around. We don't actually have a lot of wheeled Pokemon (in fact, I don't think we have any others? unless Whirlipede counts), so this is a fun way to approach things.

Visually speaking, it also looks quite nice, with a two-color palette and a simple design. The orange eye pops really nicely against the grey body as well.

Really, the only complaint I have visually is that I feel like the wheel could've been just a hair lower down, as it's easy to miss and kind of blends into the rest of the body. That's a nitpick, however. Overall, it's a really solid start.

I can't decide if I love Carkol's face or hate it. On the one hand, it's got an almost deranged expression that kind of endears me to it; but on the other hand, it's weirdly distorted, like someone took the smudge tool to it in Photoshop. I also question it gaining two eyes; it feels like it should've kept the singular one, both because it's unique but also because that would make it look more like a mine cart (with the eye being the headlight). And if you really wanted to give it regular eyes, at least make them orange like the mouth.

Face aside, Carkol is decent for what it is. I like how the legs can function as both wheels and legs depending on what it chooses to do with them, and the mine cart idea isn't bad.

However, I do feel like the coat is integrated a bit oddly. It's just kind of stacked on top of the body and partially encapsulates the head in a way that just doesn't feel natural. Maybe if the body had more of a dip in the middle or even if the coals weren't piled as high as they are it would work a bit better.

I think Coalossal's proof that people only think so many Gen 1 designs are good because of nostalgia, because Coalossal is textbook Gen 1 and yet still gets a lot of criticism. Kaiju-esq bipedal thing? Check. Triangle Sugimori-style eyes? Check. Random third evolution that doesn't quite feel like it matches the rest of the line? Check. All it's missing is cat ears and/or a horn.

And that's kind of the thing. Like, on the one hand I like it because it is a classic kaiju-mon, and I really like those designs. And it's not a bad design in that respect, with some huge shoulder spikes and a massive, chunky body.

But on the other hand, it's really, really generic. The wheels are completely gone at this point and the singular eye has been gone, and those were Rolycoly's two most unique features. The only ting that really connects it back to its pre-evos is the lump of coals on the back, which looks... well, rather tacked on. As in, you could remove that lump and not loose anything (in fact, it would look better without it), which isn't good when it's the central theme of the design.

While I hear a lot of people wishing it was a train, I don't think it going in a less linear direction and being a kaiju is inherently bad either. It's just more that it doesn't do anything interesting. Have black smoke rising from those shoulder spikes, have ventilation marks on the stomach, have the stomach be a partially-open hatch full of coals, keep the wheels (a wheeled kaiju sounds awesome tbh), just something! And if you're not going to do something that interesting, at least give us a train instead.

While I have some issues with the g-max form that I'll get to in a minute, I gotta say that honestly? This looks a lot better than the actual final evo, at least in the sense that it's way more connected to the coal theme and has a more interesting design, being based off a furnace and even having the stomach vents like I suggested above. I kind of wish this was just the final evo, especially considering it'll go away in future gens when the g-maxes are inevitably scapped and we're left with only the original line.

With that said though, it's not perfect. First, those super spiky, crystalline (???) shoulders look out of place and are bizarrely thin and spiky in an otherwise chunky design.

Secondly, there are all these random plates and greebling (yes that is a real word, look it up) all over the body that just distract from the furnace thing and make it busier than it needs to be.

And thirdly, it took me a while to place what looked wrong about this thing's body to me, but I think it's the head. The coal obscures it, but the head is ridiculously tiny compared to the body, and the way the coal rises so far above it and over it creates the illusion that the head is in the middle of the body instead of the top, making it look even sillier.

So as a whole, Rolycoly's a wonderful design and Carkol's not bad, but Coalossal's just kind of generic and the g-max ist oo busy and has some wonky anatomy. With some retooling this could've been a fantastic line, but as is it's a strong start with an underwhelming finish.

[rainbow--panic]

hi ! how do you think sundrop and moondrop would react to like 2-3 high teenagers just absolutely vibing in the daycare

I thought this would be halarious, btw i have never been high so idk how high people actually act, im just going off of what ive heard.

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Everyday seemed to blur in. Sunny would make sure the daycare was clean, welcome his new friends, have a full day of fun and play mixed in with a few naps, then he would say goodbye to his friends, clean up again and wait for his friends to return later. Sometimes there would be some hiccups here and there, children fight and get sick and even get scared, but all those things sunny knew how to deal with.

What sunny didn’t know how to deal with was the information a child just gave them. “Mr.Sunny, my brother and two of his friends were smoking weed in the bathroom and now they’re high.” What was weed? Why were they smoking it? What does it mean that they're ‘high’? Are they taller? Many questions zoomed through his head, moon was no help as he didn’t know anything about this either.

The child took sun to the three in question. All of their eyes were a bit redder than normal and he could smell a foul aroma coming off of them. The brother of the small child was laying very relaxed in a chair by the window of the daycare. Near the hallway was a female with long hair who looked really tired, or maybe it was some makeup smudged under her eyes. Finally on the other side of the table was another young man with his hood up.

“Woahhh dudes, look, it's the sun man” the hoodie male said. The other two looked up in what seemed to be a daze. “Woah man, don't get too close to us, you'll melt our skin off” the brother said, half assly shielding his face with his arms. The female hit the brother, “dumbass, it only works if we’re outside.”

“Cursing is prohibited in the daycare” sun chimed in. The three stopped their bickering and stared at him. Sun wasn’t entirely sure how to deal with this, so they turned to the child and asked them if they knew how to deal with the three. “I dunno, I'm only 7, but they’ve done this a few times, i would say keep an eye on them till my parents come back” sun nodded and told them to go play with the other children.

Sun needed to find a way to keep an eye on these three till their parents came back and needed to attend to the younger kids in the daycare. Since the child said they do this often they must be safe to be around others, at least that was Sun's logic. For a moment Sun thought that he should just get a security guard to deal with this, i mean he never had dealt with this before, but then again this was something new to him, he was sure he could learn.

First thing was first, he looked around the area and thought the best place for them to hang out would be one of the areas by the ball pit. The younger kids loved playing in the ballpit so he could play with them and keep an eye out for them. “Hey what do you guys think about following me into the daycare?” Sunny asked only to get blank stares. That wasn't going to get them to move, it seems like he might need to get them motivated to follow him, somehow. He heard one of their stomachs grumble.

“If you guys follow me i'll give you snacks” and just like that they were up. They followed him to the area by the ball pit. “Ok now you guys wait here while i get you snacks. Sun ran off and grabbed some snacks, but when he came back he noticed only one of the teens was still there, the female. “Hey where did the others go?” he asked her in a hushed tone. She looked at him and shrugged, slightly slack jawed. He gave her snacks and told her to stay there as he went off to find the other two. He found the hooded boy first, he was kinda just staring up at sun's room. Sun was able to lure him back by dangling the snacks in front of him, he went after the snacks like a cat would with a string.

Sun looked around for the brother only to find him in one of the connecting tunnels between the play structures. Sun had to do some climbing and crawling to get him. “Hey what are you doing? Why did you wander off?” the boy looked at him and shrugged. Like the other boy, sun had to motivate him with snacks. When he got back to the area both hood boy and the female were gone.

Getting an idea, sun decided to get the smaller children to help him. Sun got bags of snacks and gave one to each kid as he began to explain the game. “So we have three older kids playing as the scary zombies! These bags of snacks are like brains to them, the point of the game is to keep the zombies over by the ball pit by luring them with snacks. If you are all able to keep them in this area until their parents come and get them, you’ll leave here with a new toy!” The children cheered and began the game happily.

Time and time again one of the three would wander off only for the kids to lure them back. This went on for the whole day and the children began to even make games within the game. They would take markers and stickers to any exposed skin of the three, everyone was enjoying themselves. Eventually nap time came around. Everyone was asleep, even the three. They stayed asleep for the remainder of their time there.

Eventually their dad came by and thanked sun for watching over both of his kids and his son's friends. Meanwhile their mother was giving the three, now not so high teens, an earful, telling them how they are grounded and will either volunteer to be a daycare helper for a week or would be sent to military camp. The following week Sun had three new friends who actually grew to like him, when the week was up they told sun they would happily volunteer more of their time to help around the daycare and hangout with sun more.

[noona96n]

Hey off topic maybe a bit weird questions but do you have favourite beyond evil fics?

Or fics in general for any fandom tbh I'm interested in your tastes but beyond evil is where I'm at rn and you like that show, so..

my absolute fav Beyond Evil fics that i implore u to read it 🥺👉👈

here is the deepest secret (everyone knows) WIP, NOT RATED

like pressing buttons E

consign me not to darkness G

a cherry-petal eye G

in my breath again T

prison visit M

devotion as a blood sport T

on the hook of your splendor E

other Beyond Evil fics that i also love

reeled in E

i don’t know much about gentleness, but i will protect you from now on. T

in the fields that day M (TAGS)

cat whisperer T

and i watch you breath as i stood bleeding T

i'll wait by the stairs for you, wrapped up in smoke T

my own soul's warning T

i carry my love for you like my teeth T

tempest. T

the social network

wend and repeat (until true) E

in the details M

read 73 between 76 the 85 lines T

doing it right E

MCU

blóð ok Íss: a Fairy Tale E (PAIRING)

eidolon M (PAIRING)

the act of creation will be your salvation M

she is not a terra-cotta warrior T

the supersoldier's amnesiac groom E

tin soldier T

every shade of you T

nirvana in fire

provenance M

catharsis G

no grave can hold my body down NOT RATED

a rose by any other name would smell as sweet M

you've got mail T

the origin of pearl T

your hair is time E

a suitable man T

bleach

seed E (TAGS)

always leaving NOT RATED

star wars

an inevitability E (TAGS)

mission reports G

perceptions G

currents E (PAIRING)

waking up besides you im a loaded gun E (TAGS)

eleven stars G

handpicked G

minute E (PAIRING+TAGS)

dreamfield E

even as E (PAIRING+TAGS)

to have and to hold E (TAGS)

naruto

anchor up to me love M

blessed T

change fills my time M

rest with me until a brighter day M

everyday is exactly the same T

fate & circumstances T

fill your mouth with berries E

shadows in the sand E

touch-starved T (PAIRING)

sunburned T (PAIRING)

got7

dear desperado, i dont wanna be alone T

coming home G

spades two E

we best love

ten, twenty, infinity (hold me) T

querencia E

bungou stray dogs

of days past T

o children (give my gun away when it's loaded) M

the mourning after M

brute E

the king eternal monarch

the stars are filming us for no one E

the oppa trap E

figure skating (RPF)

tête-à-tête G

ur shadow on the back of my hand G

sherlock

the imaginary friend G

misdialed T

reigen seliger geister NOT RATED (TAGS)

jujutsu kaisen

u hear the day beckoning T

countdown to success T

the care & feeding of T

instructions for self destruction T

the old guard

shoreline T

hannibal

phillia E (TAGS)

wolf & i E (TAGS)

the fault in my code E (TAGS)

my roommate is a detective

domesticity is intimacy earned G

star trek

into dust E

gravity falls

imprinting M (PAIRING)

mad maxy fury road

the allmother of the citadel T

howl's moving castle (ghibli movie)

hearts & their consumption T

the lord of the rings

the long road T

the gap between us NOT RATED

and miles to go before i sleep T

chernobyl (hbo)

they that do not deserve the light E

stray kids

kim & bang T

harry potter

and we mend our broken wings T

and in their triumph die, like fire & powder T

2 moons

doubt ur intentions T

eagle of the ninth

what is begotten T

haikyuu

on stranger tides T

brunch friends M

shining stars T

i have like 600 fics bookmarked as 'favorite', so, uh, sorry if there are too many, i just couldn't decide which one to rec esp when there's no specific fandom 😭✋

also, im fully aware that some fics are v disturbing but they're written so beautifully despite the subject matter but also my tolerance is fckn high as fck i read dead dove do not eat fics w/o batting an eyelash lmao

also also i was forced to wrap up here bcs i reached 100 links limit rip sorry about that... hope u enjoy this long and draw out list tho 😅 and if u want more, im happy to continue the list lol

[endlich-allein]

Interview with Till about his life: he fought with his father, killed his beloved dog, swam on a wild river and worked on suffering. How Till Lindemann's mind works

"I will finish you off" and why you fought for the German army.

Werner Lindemann wanders around the room, interrupting the silence with strange questions, writing something down. His motive is to get to know his son and make him a friend. But it's complicated. Generational conflict.

"My island of tranquility is shaken every day. The day before yesterday, a guy pulled on my socks because his were torn. Yesterday he didn't put out a single lamp in the house. Now, with voluptuous delight, he spits cherry pits into the cat's fur. Is this grown boy really an adult?"

The apprenticeship in Rostock, where you have to do window production after graduation, is the limit of boredom. Till Lindemann moved to his father in the countryside so that he could forget about the hustle and bustle of the city and not fall under the article for anti-social attitudes. He thought of a new life, in which there was no pointless work, and arranged an attic in his father's house.

In the mornings over coffee, he scolded life that everything went according to schedule. And listened very loudly to music - electronics and metal. My father didn't understand and grumbled: “I matured late. Naturally, I wanted to listen to the music I liked, but I could not get my hands on these records. For example, my father did not understand when I bought the Alice Cooper record for a month's salary.

Werner Lindemann was a children's writer who went through the war.

At the height of his career he disappeared for weeks on literary tours - his fame spread to teachers and librarians across the country. His father pecked at Lindemann for refusing to work and promised to turn him in:

"My willful child. What doesn't fit his standards is rejected as nonsense or crap." So he took a job as a carpenter, where he made shovel cuttings and cart wheels. The head foreman constantly drank vodka during the day, didn't want to be annoyed with questions and addressed the long-haired Lindemann with the nickname: "Mozart!" This suited him.

Werner Lindemann talked about war, hard existence and limitations. For example, about a grenade splinter that remained in his body. Lindemann did not believe in all these stories - but categorically did not accept service, war and murder:

“After that I objected: “I would hide, I would not go to war. Why did you even let yourself be dragged into this? You could have hidden."

And he said: “It didn't work out. They searched for it and it took away."

Then I said: “I would rather go under arrest. Never in my life, I would go to the front line to shoot people. It's against my nature. It would be better if I went to jail."

Much of the time father and son were simply silent, even while watching television.

"He regularly made me feel guilty, to say the least, he placed himself on a pedestal towards me: I shouldn't complain. At your age, I ran barefoot through the stubble, and in my stomach - a potato in a uniform."

The only acceptance is Mike Oldfield's music: "One day my father came to grumble again. At that moment I was listening to Mike Oldfield, and he sat down and said: "That sounds interesting."

For me it was like a quantum leap: my father sits in my room, listens to my music and thinks it was good. Probably because of melancholy. He was sitting in a rocking chair that I made myself - at the time I was working as a carpenter on a farm. I, too, always sat in an armchair, immersed myself in music and smoked hand-rolled cigarettes."

The conflict was intensified by a fight. Lindemann bought a Trabant car, installed speakers in it and tested the sound - loud as usual. “Then my father came and I had to turn off this fucking music. It was kind of loud for him. He was then fiddling around his cases of flowers, and then suddenly the situation escalated. I think he slapped me while I was still in the car.

He leaned toward me and hit me with the back of his hand. I made some bullshit remarks like, "Leave me alone," something like that. That was a provocation to him, and he said: "If you do that again, I'll hit you for real." And I said, "Then you'll get it back. Because you're crazy. Don't you dare to hit me anymore."

And then he hit me with his palm again. He wasn't controlling himself.

He was exalting himself. Instantly he introduced himself as a boxer - he had boxed in the Hitler Youth - and I just... I thought I didn't hit him, I just pushed him away. And then he stood in front of me again, "Come on, I'll finish you, you haven't got a chance!" Somehow. After that, he went up to the attic and threw all my stuff out the window.

It happened over the weekend, my sister was there, a lot of screaming, serious drama. Then I packed my things, put them in the car, went to a friend's house and never went into his house again. At first I lived with this friend, and a week later I bought myself a house in the village."

His father's book is about his son, which the son will only open up after the death of the father.

Lindemann is a late child. He was born when his father was 36. The gap in their relationship was felt in everyday life and perception of the world. Werner Lindemann woke up early in the morning, worked with the circular saw under the windows and did not understand when his son slept until noon after a working week.

Lindemann's parents then lived separately, but kept in touch. Mom worked as a journalist and discussed her texts with his father. "She still lived in Rostock and always came to see him only on weekends. Mostly on Sundays she came back quite early, because she couldn't stand the stress of being with him, either."

In 1988, the book “Mike Oldfield im Schaukelstuhl Notizen eines Vaters" In this book, Lindemann Senior describes the relationship with his son (whom he calls Timm in the book), who settled with him at the age of 18. The book was written in the 80s and laid on the table until the German Democratic Republic and the Federal Republic of Germany were reunited.

Werner Lindemann wanted his son to take up writing too. But this only amused him, although as a child he wrote poetry. At the age of 13, little Till Lindemann and his father were returning home along the bumpy road to Mecklenburg. They talked about career self-determination:

"You should already have thoughts about what you want to become, boy." My answer: "I don't know yet, maybe a fisherman on the high seas."

But immediately, no matter what I said, objections arose: “But then you have to get a certificate of maturity. But then you will be away all the time. But then you won't be able to start a relationship."

There was always a “but”.

At some point it got on my nerves, as usual. And I said: "Worst case scenario, I'll just become a writer.

I still remember how alienated his face became. "And what do you think then, what do I do! It's a very hard job! In fact, it's not even a job, it's a passion. And it's a job that's supposed to be enjoyable."

I said, "I don't know anybody who works with pleasure."

"Yeah, that's the problem. You have to look for a job that gives you pleasure." Then I say again, "But some people never get to choose..." This gigantic discussion happened because I didn't take his profession seriously. At the same time, he was completely lost, funny!"

Lindemann thoughtfully read his father's book, in which he comprehends their relationship, after his death. Faked for hidden anger and indecision. For example, in a situation where their dog Kurt was bitten by a fox. The father was frightened because of rabies: “At the same time, we did not even know whether he was bitten by a fox or not. The father immediately called the huntsman. But I said: no one will enter this courtyard and shoot the dog. I'll do it myself if I really need it. At some point I really had to kill the dog."

Lindemann is not a monster. The animals he fiddled with are an important attribute of childhood. He had an aquarium and hamsters, brought mice and rats home, and was friends with dogs. “Like many children of new buildings, he felt the need for someone alive, in need of love,” said Werner Lindemann. Sometimes the appearance of an animal in the house was surprising:

“This guy will never say what he's up to. He appears on the doorstep at the same time as me. He gets out from his vehicle, throws his coat open and puts a young black shepherd in my hands. "Your Christmas present!"

Till's father is speechless. My son stands before me like the sun's little brother. Touchingly concerned, he directs me into the house, working out a plan for the animal husbandry, accommodation and diet of our new pet housemate.

With confusion, a question flies from my lips, "Wheredid you get the dog from?" "Timm" is gibbering, "Imagine, the mason in the barnyard wanted to hang him, simply wanted to strangle him with a rope, said he was a worthless eater..."

Werner Lindemann died of stomach cancer in 1993, when his son was 30. They didn't finally reconcile, but Till visited him in his last days and was there for him with his mother: "They couldn't be without each other, even though they lived apart. Unreal, but my mother never had another man afterwards. To this day she can't let go of him."

- Not going to the Olympics in Moscow and ending up in the German ghetto

Lindemann had the knowledge and the potential to be a swimmer. And a shyness that pounded harder three days before the competition than concerts in front of crowds of thousands. "I know how difficult it is to develop willpower and stamina and instill those attributes. In the GDR this was instilled in us by coaches and so-called functionaries."

Lindemann came to swimming at the age of eight and devoted his entire youth to the sport. He would get up for training at five in the morning and pass out in the evening. His grandmother watched him from the stands. At a competition in Leipzig she shouted at the coach, who told Lindemann off for a poor result. The grandmother took the coach by the ear and said: "How do you talk to my grandson?"

Sports tightened up his upbringing and developed self-discipline. “Drilling - probably the boy has already received this experience as a swimmer,” Lindemann's father wrote. - Once he had to take second place in a competition, but by no means first place. Of course, he got carried away, forgot about it, became the first, thanks to which he received a shouting for indiscipline. And whenever he lost in the future, his coach would torture him at practice for a long time and yelled at him: "Even if you win, you're not a winner yet!"

Lindemann swam the 1.5 km freestyle and could have gone to the 1980 Olympics in Moscow. Everything was ruined when he left the hotel without permission during a competition in Florence: "I didn't want to run, but just wanted to look at the city. Cars, bikes, girls. I was caught and kicked out of the team, but then I didn't give the required results either."

Lindemann competed at the European Junior Championships, but did not go any higher. After the story in Florence, his career in sport slipped away. Perhaps an abdominal injury influenced his departure. Lindemann is gone, but he doesn't yearn: "I was relatively young. There were no good [memories] left. I was glad it was over."

"The hardest part was getting back to normal. I fell into a real hole. My home was no longer a sports school, but a ghetto in Rostock. Now I stood out through drinking and fighting. I used to be surrounded only by beautiful ladies who were interested in swimming. Now I had fierce women standing in front of me asking, "How come you don't drink?" When I was shy about approaching a girl, it was interpreted as: "Are you gay?"

Lindemann now works with a coach and swims a few kilometers before his tours to get in shape: "When I exercise, I feel a certain lightness - not only physically, but also mentally. I just feel better. The main problem is staying in shape. That's where self-discipline comes into play. Teeth grinding is important."

- Three weeks in the wild and loneliness as a creative tool

Emotionally, concerts = sports:

"How do I go on tour? Hungry. And happy. It is good to compare concerts with sport. You don't want to do both at first. You don't want to go on stage. You don't want to go to the pool. You don't want to go to the boxing ring. It all happens with reluctance. It has to be accepted somehow, that's life: spring, summer, fall, winter.

When it's done, winter's gone, the blooming begins, greenery appears, it gets bright, and you start to get a taste for it. When it's over, you feel happy. Then the body produces a sea of chemistry, a lot of happiness hormones. I think the body rewards itself."

The stage, like sports, is an embarrassment, but a necessity. Lindemann wore dark glasses in order to collect fewer views from the audience. Therefore, a couple of steps before the water, he looked at the pool with a shiver. You need to cope with yourself in order to open up to new emotions.

Lindemann's gut requires solitude and moderate solitude. This is the point:

“Loneliness is always good for a creative push - you drink a glass of wine and you feel even shitier. Art is not complete without suffering; art exists to compensate for suffering."

With his friend Joey Kelly, Lindemann spent three weeks on the Yukon River. They paddled through the wilderness in a kayak for eight to 10 hours each and lived in a tent. Lindemann didn't take a tape recorder with him, so he transferred the lyrics wandering in his head on paper.

They were catching inspiration and atmosphere:

"There were times when we wouldn't say a word for hours, but then: look there, look there! It was breathtakingly beautiful. These relatively fast-changing panoramas and skies, layers of clouds, the colors.

Except for a few bears and wolves, it's hard to see anyone else out there, it's exhilarating. Along the way we saw two hunters setting traps. No one else.

I grew up in the countryside, and I have a very strong connection to nature. I love fishing, hunting. It's an archaic experience that I like to revisit over and over again. When I'm in the city for too long, I start to miss it."

To recreate situations in the Yukon, Lindemann and Kelly trained for nine months on the Rhine river in Germany because of its liveliness.

"We went down the Rhine to where the transport ships create huge bow waves. If we hadn't had a coach with us, we probably would have been sunk by the side wave impact already during our first attempt," Lindemann said.

Together with Kelly, he had four sessions with two coaches and swam from Cologne to Koblenz [more than 100 kilometers by car]. Lindemann trained separately each week on the lakes in Mecklenburg. It's both physically challenging and savage identical to being natural.

In 2015, Till started his solo project Lindemann. On the album Skills In Pills, the song Yukon was released, in which the lyrics appeared first, and then the music.

- "My lyrics come from pain rather than desire."

The country boy is big and not much of a talker. That's how the Rammstein members saw him at the start, when they were hanging out at home. "He looked cool, like a big peasant talking one sentence an hour," keyboard player Christian "Flake" Lorenz recalled. - He always had food and vodka. He'd just steal a couple of ducks somewhere and cook them on a tray. And then, frozen like in Sleeping Beauty, there were people lying in corners and on trunks in his house."

Lindemann loves and appreciates home gatherings. This came from my father, who always had guests. “In my opinion, this is the little bit that I inherited from him. Throwing parties and gathering people. Throwing parties and getting people together. He just enjoyed being a good host. The house was always full of guests from Leipzig, from Rostock, foreign guests, even from Kazakhstan.

It was always exciting for him. He stood at the stove, cooked, bought an abundance of wine, and there was always a fire in the garden. At some point he stopped drinking, then he left the party at 21:00 and the whole company continued to feast. And in the morning he got up at four, cleaned and tidied up."

Till Lindemann is about self-digging, overcoming and childish shyness, which is covered by a pumped-up figure of a swimmer. This is how Lindemann decrypts himself:

• “And I really am like a big child - ill-mannered, but harmless. People think that I am always strong, explosive. This is not true. I am sensitive and easily hurt, but in love I am romantic and passionate."

• “At the very beginning, you sit somewhere in a dark room, open a bottle of wine and figure out how to make the lyrics popular with the music. At first you only have a vague idea of ​​what it could be.

And when, three years after recording, mixing, and more mixing, developing the artwork, all this nonsense, then you stand on stage, and what you came up with then really works, when you manage to get 20 thousand people to raise their hands, then you experience incredible sensations."

• “Art is a kind of therapy.

When I feel that something is arising inside me, domineering and is most often dark, I need to give it a way out, otherwise it will simply crush me. So destruction and self-destruction are the two pillars on which my creativity is based.

But everyone chooses this for himself.

• “My lyrics arise from feelings and dreams, but still more from pain than by desire. I often have nightmares, and I wake up at night sweating, as I see terrible bloody scenes in my dreams. My lyrics are a kind of valve for the lava of feelings in my soul.

We are all struggling to hide behind good manners and outward decency, but in fact we are governed by instincts and feelings: hunger, thirst, horror, hatred, the desire for power and sex. Of course, there is also additional energy in us - this is love. Without it, all human feelings would fade away."

- "When you're constantly living someone else's life, it's very hard to get back into your own skin. I like that in principle, but sometimes you start to get confused - are you out of a role or not yet. You're already Till, or you're still a homicidal maniac."

- "I hate the noise. I hate the chatter. I expose myself to it, which is pure masochism. And then I have to protect myself from it. Noise makes you crazy. You die in it."

• “I think there is no God. And if he is and actually allows all the misfortunes on this earth, then he must punish me along with other sufferings. I will not pray to such a god."

This is how the members of Rammstein see Till - flexible and with a split personality:

Guitarist Paul Landers: "Till is so good that when you let him know that his lyrics should go in a different direction, the very next day he brings a new version of the song."

Guitarist Richard Kruspe: “He's a hell of an extreme man. He dives very deeply into situations where I cannot follow him. Everything he does is very extreme; I don't know anyone who does it. "

Drummer Christoph Schneider: "I would not want to be in Till's shoes: his soul is tormented by doubts and contradictions, he is equally a moralist and a monster."

June 1, 2021 - Translate by Lindemann Belgium

[liathgray]

Ranking fmab characters worst to best

(Please don’t take this seriously)

1. Khymbleigh

- Lives in the sewers

- Committed mass murder

- Has a silly idiot hat

- Called me a dyke :(

2. Shou Tucker

- fuck this guy.

- Electric chair

- Also hes balding what a loser

3. Dwarf in the Bong

- mike wazoski lookin ass

- Literally the greasiest motherfucker on the planet

- Was one of the only characters introduced by NOT beating up Ed or Al..??

- Smells like rotten cabbage

4. Moy Rustang

- Incel

- Has stupid hair

- War criminal

- Teen dad

- Canon fat tits

- Useless🥰

5. Envy

- a bitch

6. Whorehenheim

- deadbeat

- Has never taken a shower in his life

- Only wears glasses because he thinks its quirky and cute

- Took the fattest bong rip of all time

- Also killed thousands

7. Tim Marcoh

- doctor and deserted the military

- honestly pretty chill

- But his name is Tim so... *cocks gun*

8. Bradley

- :/

- Killed a lesbian and thus is homophobic

- He wears an eyepatch despite having both eyes.

9. Elicia and Gracia Hughes

- tax evaders

10. Jean Havoc

- cool dude

- Cohntry boyy i luv youuu

- Did not look respectfully

- Smokes. Must be executed

11. Gluttony, pride and Sloth

- assholes but also what the fuck

- This boy like 10

- Wheres his babysitter

- fast????????

12. Armstrong

- his arms are strong

- Lil bitch

- Got his ass beat my his hot lesbian sister

13. Lust

- is sexy

- Murderer :(

- Big tibbies so she gets extra points

- She was just checking if roy and havoc were cake

14. Scar’s brother

- Truth took his cock.

15. Truth

- took Scar’s brother’s cock

16. Barry the chopper & the slicer

- criminals

- Almost killed Ed and Al

- Kinda sexy tho 😳

17. Greed (OG)

- greasy garbage man

- Got cucked after two eps

- Has dumb hair

- Was funny

18. Yoki

- He yo the ki or whatever

- I dont remember him

19. Fu and Lan Fan

- Legs for days!!!

- Breaking and entering

- Lan fan smugly cutting off her arm and saying “I beat you” awakened something in me

- Fu got shanked :(

20. Rose Thomas

- Maybe im gay. What of it?

- Almost shot Ed lmaooo

- Probably owns a ukulele

- Local

21. Greed 2.0

- stupid

- Beats the fuck out of Bradley

- Might’ve eaten dirt

- Went camping for five months instead of being helpful

- Aphobe :/

22. Ling

- freeloader

- Diabetic??????

- Smells like broke

- Gay little bitch boy

23. Sheska

- haha nerd

- I’m in love with you

- Was only in two episodes :(

24. Captain Buccaneer

- Off his shits always

- Took ten years to die lmfaooo

- MLM but a gatekeeper

25. Major Miles

- His facial hair is atrocious

- Otherwise? King

- Sunglasses indoors... ur on thin ice

- Turn around bright eyes...

26. Father Cornello

- So theres this middle aged man...

- Won the sexiest character poll on twitter

- Re🤢🤢 l🤢🤢. r-r-religous🤢🤢🤢c-cor🤮🤮 religious corruption

- Got gunched lol

26. Kain Fuery

- Has watched pulp fiction

- Haha glasses

- Probably volunteers at a animal shelter

27. Vato falman

- Skinny legend

- Genuinely cool and has development at briggs

- Go white boy go

28. Heymans Breda

- Has a moped

- Could crush my spine but wouldnt ❤️

- Crew cut 🤢🤢

29. Xiao Mei

- small and filled with rage

- Has good taste

- Gunch??????

- Literally so small please be careful

30. Gay chimeras

- TWO MEN

- WE’RE BURLY

- WE’LL DO WHAT YOU WANT

- cottagecore

31. Pinako Rockbell

- has been high off her ass for the past three years

- Sultry doctor who lives in a faraway town 😳😳😳 hello ma’am 😳

- Hair is definitely a weapon. Shits pointy

- Home wrecker

32. Sig

- wide

- Very wide

- Kiss kiss

- Only eats potatoes

33. Riza Hawkeye

- big arms big arms big arms biG ARMS BIG ARMS

- Would kill roy on sight

- she should kiss me

- rn

34. Maes Hughes

- had a band in highschool named frog soda or some shit like that

- Pretty cool! Nice to ed and al and winry

- Good dad

- Dead lol

35. Olivier Armstrong

- goth gf

- Sword.... sword hot.....

- Killed a dude for being annoying and I respect that

- Snorts snow and says its coke to freak people out

- Gay ass....

36. Ed Elric

- ok gay boy

- Makes everyones life hell. Good for him

- NERD????? A FUCKING NERD???

- I’d steal his lunch money

- No tiddies?

- :/

- Short king

37. Maria Ross and Denny Brosh

- wlw mlm solidarity

- maria ... hold my h-hand...

- literally had nothing to do with this but got McFcuked anyways

38. Scar

- acab

- Was right

- Dilf

39. Al Elric

- likes cats so he’s automatically superior

- Malnourished 😔✌️

- Cha cha slide in full armour

- Mean but only to Ed ❤️

- I love when he *king noises*

40. Izumi Curtis

- kiss me sexy woman

- Stole from briggs because fuck the military

- .. m...milf..

41. Paninya

- fucking superb you funky little lesbian

42. Winry Rockbell

- NERD!!! NERD !!

- Curb stomps her enemies

- Acab but also stole Riza’s look so 😳

- Is she.. u kno💅

43. Mei Chang

- her life is a YA drama

- gained a dad by being perfect

- bullies Ed

- is better than everyone

And finally..... the best character in fmab...

Resurrected Trisha

- 😳😳😳

- Yes i do the cookin yes i do the cleanin

- 😩😩😩