#otter made this dumb video

[flyttadigs]

reposting bc it didnt show up in the tags and i insist on spreading the carrriagepilled propaganda thru an amv that i spent a month on. dl linkz in the comments

[qiribov]

I’m sorry people keep comparing your AU to other AUs without giving anything else to go on! Just saying your work seems like someone else’s but then not explaining why or how would just feel like they’re not appreciating your work for its own creativity. :(

Every AU, even ones that come from a common base idea, are unique because they come from different people! In this case, the only AU I know of currently that’s even remotely like yours is still different because they made their NRC boys magical creatures and their medium is drabble fanfiction. Your AU is art based!

And your artwork is SO CUTE????? The art style you have just gives me the vibes of a watercolor painting… if that makes any sense at all??? I know you’re using a paper and pencil but I see your drawings and they just feel watercolor to me.

And I love that so much. They’re so soft and flowy and squishy and I just wanna hug them! 💜

For your AU, may I ask for a written list of what animals the guys are? I’m pretty sure I can figure most of them out by the reference picture you provided and by popular fanon choices, but I’d still like to confirm if that’s okay?

Plus, I can be dumb sometimes. 😅 So, having an official list made by the creator would be helpful! 😊

You said in your post you were upset with people mentioning comparable AUs without even linking them, so the AU I was talking about up there that is writing based is the house pet au by @/twst-drabbles. I hope this ask didn’t stress you out! It’s definitely not my intention!

I literally melted while reading this so sweetly.

I'm a bad yapper, but I'll try.

Riddle Hedgehog. because of the thorns he is wearing a jacket not a regular shirt or t-shirt

Ace Fennec. Just fennec. I don't want to explain it.

Deuce Blue Wolfhound. i like to think he used to be pretty aggressive in this au before too.

Trey Panda. he's just big and soft. but doesn't really like to be stroked too much.

Cater the Red Panda. they are just cute red and love attention not sure what to add

I didn't change Savanaclaw and Octavinelle animals so I'll skip them.

All the Octavinelle members live in a big pool that has an indoor entrance. i think Crowley just gave them the pool because he was too lazy to do the aquarium.

Jamil Rattlesnake. i didn't want to think too much about a particular subspecies of snake ok .;) he sleeps in the terrarium most of the time

Kalim Sea otter. his favorite toy is plastic colored shells. in fact he can steal anything that looks like a shell.

Vil Peacock. In fact, I've been thinking for a very long time about what else Vil could be besides a peacock and I haven't come up with anything. actually I'm not complaining. Sometimes he dives off the perch on Grim because he acts like an ass.

Rook the poodle. He's so abnormally hyperactive and the worst part is he's quiet.

Epel grizzly.

Idia and Ortho still cause arguments in my head they are the only ones I haven't drawn. Idk Idia could be a greyhound????

Malleus the dragon. in my head he just likes gargoyles and ice cream and strides with the sound of SpongeBob.

Lilia the bat. He's so affectionate and likes to brush his fur.

Silver Ferret. I knew he had to be a ferret when I saw all those videos where they are VERY hard to wake up.

Sebek the crocodile. he's so noisy and likes to stomp his feet and tail.

[quietbrushstrokes]

Answering your LeshyCat question:

When Relics of The Old Faith was coming out, they released a set of official videos to advertise it. One of said videos was highlighting making the Bishops followers. In said video, Leshy was working the kitchen, accidentally let a steak burn, and got yelled at by like an otter follower..

Almost right after, a yellow cat follower saw the whole thing go down, felt bad about Leshy getting yelled at, and offered him a flower. And I'm talking IMMEDIATELY after Leshy was presented a flower, the shape on his bandage turned into a heart, and even though he couldn't see the yellow cat, kept staring after them

Thanks for the calfrification, but I actually knew about this animation! Leshy’s kitchen nightmare is actually my favorite one they’ve made! I’ve been consuming any Cotl content I could get my hands on for a long time- but for some reason, I’ve been utterly CONVINCED that there was Leshycat content before the animation. I thought that the yellow cat being so considerate to leshy was a nod to a ship that somebody had created (wether it was popular or maybe just fan art the creators of the animations had seen, or maybe a post of somebody’s cult where leshy and a yellow cat got married-) before the animation. I mentioned this in the post- well, I tried to, but reading it back, It kinda comes off like I had just heard about it in passing— But The reason I had created the post was to figure out if I was going crazy for think that this was not the origin of the ship.

I know this isn’t true, because Now that I think about it, I can’t actually recall any art or fanon content on the ship before the animation came out— but I was so convinced- and I always thought it was weird nobody talked about it- so I posted the question! :D

Anyway- thankyou! It’s actually really nice to know that people in this fandom actually answer questions when you ask them without being mean- Genuinely, people in this fandom have been nicer about me asking this really dumb question, then any other fandom I’ve been in!

[keefwho]

May 17 - 2024 Friday

11:34pm

6/10

This morning I did basic cleaning like picking everything up and vacuuming. Also did my laundry. I asked mom to take me to the store for drinks. Her friend Deb was being real smart today which clearly got on her nerves. She also talked about me like I wasn't there. The guy behind me asked if my Mike's Harders were breakfast so that was kinda funny. At home I fried a teriyaki beef ramen bowl and had a meat stick. I also determined the rodent stinking up my bathroom is an ermine and I need to get a bigger trap for it.

For work I warmed up with some full body poses. Then I did SZ's commission for about an hour and the comic for an hour. I finally made decent progress on SZ's thing. There is some pressure since they are DS's friend and they want to print it out.

After work I looked into how keyframes worked in my video editing software since I'd been confused about it. Its dumb. My dog Sporticus is in heat now and I got her kennel situated with food and water. For lunch I made a turkey sandwich with a kraft singles and onions. I tune into a Twitch stream where he was watching a police shootout video. Nothing graphic. Before work I took a little time for myself. DS DMed saying her medicne withdrawal from the day before was giving her terrible vertigo and I felt worried for her. But she made it home safe and the symptoms wore off.

For afternoon work I joined DVs Discord vc and it was fairly quiet. I finished a pic of my otter in a cage and started another VRchat life study. DS started working on her fursuit so I called and did my VRchat world for like 10 minutes. I did a really quick light bake to see how It'd look and it was good. Then we watched Monster High Boo York Boo York and it might be my favorite so far. Cleo and Deuce are so cute and Ghoulia is still my queen. A LOT happened that movie, and I can't forgot the Ever After High cameo at the end. Shit's crazy. Then we got in VR and DS ranted to me a lot about the current furry drama and how bs it is. I wish I was more involved or could do something but I am not affected by people like this in the slightest. Then we went to catch bug for awhile. We almost found every bug aside from the cicada and lightning bug. That was real fun. Then we joined a furry world briefly and a windows screensaver world. She did something very cute there, making a K+D thing and it was so sweet. Thats the kind of thing I've always wanted to see myself included in tbh. Our last world was the lego star wars diner.

In bed we did our puzzle and failed Connections because it was very stupid today. She fell asleep pretty quickly while I played Monster High. Then I just watched Youtube until bed.

[hisgoodpuppy]

strange roommates au:

itadori yuji + bokuto kotaro (jjk x hq)

with some shared ideas from @cloudyyangel

hello himbo central ! there is not a single person that walks out of yuji and bokuto’s slightly-in-shambles house without a smile

the guys share an old house that is run down but very quaint. none of the furniture matches, the kitchen sink faucet is always leaking, & sometimes the ac needs a little love tap to get going, but it’s homey

they have a sofa on the porch, a couple broken lawn gnomes, & a mailbox in the shape of a dog that always seems to be overflowing with mail. sometimes their responsible friends will bring in the mail for them, and remind them that bills are a thing

it’s a mystery how, but even with the stray pizza slices & socks, the house smells really nice

surprisingly the small house came with a pool and it’s always clean. they are always hosting loud parties that always end with everyone in it. bokuto & yuji always dare people to jump off the roof into pool, but end up doing it themselves. they just love hearing the cheers. they get so high from attention.

though the parties do get really rowdy, the boys are not afraid to put their foot down. they have a poorly made sign with the rules hanging in their living room, the first rule being “respect the women”. they will not hesitate to throw a scumbag out their squeaky front door...literally. they’re very charming with neighbors so noise complaints are few & far between.

they will throw scumbags out quick, but if a love interest or sexual conquest is over for multiple days, & they’ve been cooking & cleaning for them, they don’t have the will to kick them out. they just really love the company & having someone to cuddle with at night.

it has to be said that yuji’s mattress is on the floor & bokuto’s is raised up by a couple wooden pallets. yuji does have a matching bed set though & bokuto does always make his bed.

as crummy as their house is, they always have people over. it’s a safe space for friends to let loose & relax. they’ve made multiple keys sets for friends because they don’t mind people hanging at their house when they’re out at the gym or work or whatever. the boys really love coming home to people chilling in their living room or bbqing in the backyard. they live for good vibes always & people look forward to that energy when they go over.

plus there’s always beer in the fridge & pizza rolls & frozen burritos in the freezer. you’re lucky if you find a hot pocket or otter pop. bokuto & yuji do eat a tiny bit better when they remember to buy groceries. they both come home often with a rotisserie chicken & will plop themselves on the couch, watch tv, & eat out of the container.

yuji & bokuto enjoy bro-ing out together. there is not a more charismatic & softer beer pong duo in existence. they like going to the gym together, playing video games, & talking about girls.

they’re very competitive, but in very dumb ways like, “i bet i can fit more cheetos in my mouth than you!” or “my head is so much stronger, watch me crush this beer can with it”. it’s all fun & games until the stakes are increased. someone please help them

it’s usually megumi & akaashi that come in with rationality & words of wisdom. both of them are constantly keeping these boys out of trouble and poor home improvement choices with regular visits. they always look at each other like “why us 🙂? ”

it’s important to know they almost never wear a shirt at home. once they’re home they’re home. they’ll manspread & burp without saying excuse me. it’s so completely a boys den

more from strange roommates au series :

part one: shinsou x kenma part two: midoriya x yamaguchi

[singtheskyandfightlikehell]

BatFamily Headcanons: Stuffed Animals

In an attempt to productively combat my recent writer’s block, I’m practicing writing the batfam characters through short character study fics (which I will post once I make enough) and comparative headcanons. I might end up making short fics out of these, as well, since some of them got a bit long anyways

Today I decided to explore how many stuffed animals each member of the batfam (plus an adjacent character or two) has, what they think of them, how they got them, etc. I’ve got eleven characters on this list (and I’m still missing some, sorry)

Bruce:

Bruce put aside stuffed animals when he was eleven, deciding it was time to become serious. However, since acquiring children, he has been gifted a number of stuffed animals, ranging from a small and realistic brown bat to a child-sized bear wearing his cape and cowl. None of the children know this, but he keeps them all in a prominent position in his walk-in closet. Sometimes, when he has a particularly nasty fight with one of his kids, or he discovers something (like an injury) that they were hiding from him, he’ll tell the stuffed animals all the things he struggles to tell his children in the hopes that, one day, he’ll figure out how to express himself when it actually counts.

Alfred:

Alfred has no stuffed animals of his own, but he keeps the old, worn teddy bear that was once Thomas’ and later Bruce’s, alongside the somewhat lopsided bunny that Martha attempted to sew for Bruce when he was two. They sit side by side in a spotless glass cabinet filled with other memories that various members of the family have at one point or another attempted to cast aside.

Dick:

Dick has a pair of stuffed elephants, Eleonore and Zitka, and a teddy bear of his own, all from the circus. Most of the time they sit on the shelf under one of his nightstands, but when he has a particularly bad day, he’ll hold them all tightly until he falls asleep. If he’s crying, he finds it slows the tears to press kisses to the tops of their heads, or just smoosh his whole face into them. Sometimes, if he’s having a particularly good day – especially if no one else is sharing in his good mood – he’ll tell them about whatever made him happy. The rarest occasions are a bittersweet combination of both, the moments when he dwells on his happiest memories of his parents. When this happens, he is more likely to address them than his family, talking to them like old friends who were “there” for the things he’s recalling. It reminds him of the parties he would host as a small child, attended by his stuffed animals and his parents and sometimes other people from the giant family that was Haly’s, and for just that moment he’ll feel suspended somewhere between grief and content.

Barbara:

Barbara had lots of stuffed animals growing up, but as she got older, she gave most of them away. The only one she kept was a little otter that her father gave her for her first birthday. She doesn’t remember this, of course, but they have an old home video of that day which she’s seen a few times, and she know it’s one of her dad’s favorites to watch when he’s feeling nostalgic. She does remember the way she used to drag the otter with her everywhere she went when she was about four, and it’s so worn now that all of its original fluffiness has disappeared. She sets it up near her main computer and uses it in place of a rubber duck.

Jim:

When Babs decided she was too old for her stuffed animals, Jim was instructed to give them away at one of the Gotham children’s toy drives he helps run as commissioner. Only about half of them ever make it out of the house, because he keeps looking at them and remembering little moments that involve each of them. He has two boxes full of them that he swears he’s going to bring to the next drive, but he’s been swearing that for over ten years now.

Jason:

When Jason first arrived at the manor, he swore up and down that stuffed animals were dumb kids toys that he was way too old for. The first time Dick showed up at the manor after Jason was there, he brought a plush dog he’d picked up on the way there, unsure what to get his surprise new brother but not putting an excess of thought into it either. After all, he wasn’t about to ask Bruce what Jason might like. Jason made a show of scorn and tossing the toy in the trash, but when Dick was gone he dug it back out. When he was sleeping, he clutched the dog protectively against his chest like it might be snatched away at any time. When he wasn’t sleeping, he kept it hidden in a box wedged under a floorboard beneath the bed, alongside his other contraband. It was there when he died and it’s still there now. Every time he’s in the manor, he thinks about sneaking into his old room to retrieve it, alongside some of his other old belongings, but he never does. His reasoning alternates between not caring, being too old for toys, not wanting to set foot in his old room, and not wanting to get caught caring after all these years.

He does however have an obnoxiously long bright red snake that Roy won at some sort of archery carnival game while they were supposed to be tracking a suspect. He’d griped at Roy for wasting time with frivolous games, a complaint that was very on brand for their relationship. He’s pretty sure Roy saw through him, though, and understood the real reason he was so antsy to leave the carnival, given his soft apology later that night. He also recently acquired a floppy stingray, a gift from Lian for his latest birthday. She told him that she’d gotten to pet a stingray at the aquarium where she’d bought it, and it reminded her of him. Specifically, she’d said he was, “Kinda dangerous and maybe a little scary, but actually really soft to anyone who’s nice enough”. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that description, but the gift had a place of pride, resting atop an old model of his helmet that Roy had “defaced” with a sweet message that always made Jason smile.

Cass:

Cass grew up without stuffed animals, and was honestly a little confused at first about why she might want one. The first one she ever got was a tiny key-chain cat that was given to her by a little girl she saved. She was unsure what to make of the object itself, but she treasured it as a symbol, proof that she was doing good in the world. It was Steph who convinced her to look for more, to look for stuffed animals in her “style”. Eventually, she got two of the most different ones she could find: an iridescent octopus packed tightly with beans and made of a coarse fabric, and a large fluffy goose that squished like a cloud and was made of the softest fabric imaginable. She likes tossing the octopus lightly in the air to feel the weight of it, and faceplanting into the giant goose. She also has a big bear holding a plush heart that Steph got her for their first Valentine’s.

Tim:

Tim’s relationship with stuffed animals is a bit more complicated. He had five growing up: a dog, a bear, a lion, a rabbit, and a lamb. They had names, stories, personalities, and they were his friends (his only friends, at the time). When he was seven, he woke up one day to find them gone. His mother scolded him for his tears, explaining that he was too old for baby toys, and that his attachment to them would only hinder his path forward. For years, he felt ashamed whenever he thought of his grief towards them, because he knew they were just toys, he knew he was being a baby about it, and yet…

It wasn’t until he was fifteen years old and stumbled across an article about autistic people and the projection of feelings onto objects that he understood why he had been willing to sneak out at night to search through pawn store after pawn store and – once – the landfill in the hopes of seeing his beloved toys again. As a teen in the Wayne household, he knew he could get as many stuffed animals as he liked, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so after what had happened before. He got one giant, floppy moose, barely half a foot shorter than himself, that he clings to like an octopus when he manages to lay down, whether he succeeds in falling asleep or not. Additionally, on a night after Jason made amends with the family, Tim returned to his room to find a fifteen inch plush latte with a cute little face on the mug portion and a sticky note on top that simply read: Sorry for trying to kill you a bunch. My bad :) He keeps it on top of his dresser, and while he doesn’t really hug it, he did discover it was the perfect object for chucking at his siblings’ heads whenever the situation calls for it.

Steph:

Steph loves stuffed animals. While she never got any of the fancy brand name ones, or the luxuriously soft ones, or the hyper-realistic ones, her mom had a tradition of buying her one for every birthday, Christmas, and Easter. She soon had quite a collection, and – like Tim – she gave them all names and personalities. She played out complex scenarios with them and the few dolls she had, designing an intricate world of wild concepts and plots. She also used her stuffed animals to conquer her fears, like thunderstorms and darkness, by pretending they were all more scared than she was, so she had to be brave for all of them. Steph still has her whole collection, as well as quite a few “nicer” (though equally loved) ones that she has acquired from various Waynes. At this point, pretty much everyone in the Wayne family has given her a stuffed animal at some time or other. For a couple of years now, she has taken to posing with her massive collection and making fake family Christmas cards to send out to everyone she knows, where she will update them on the well-being of any plushie they’ve given her.

Duke:

Duke also has a great love of stuffed animals, although he doesn’t match Steph for quantity. He only had a few beloved animals growing up, all of which he’s held onto (a panda, a penguin, a turtle, a frog, a leopard, and a pikachu). Since being fostered by Bruce, Duke has taken to searching out and buying only the rarest stuffed animals he can find: an anteater, a platypus, a manatee, a sloth, and an axolotl have made the cut so far. Bruce knows about this and has taken to keeping an eye out for anything interesting whenever he’s out. After accidentally mentioning it at a gala one time, it has since become his favorite topic, as getting drawn into an intense discussion with Bruce Wayne about where to acquire strange plushies for his son elicits one of two reactions from his guests: delighted awws or hilariously awkward attempts to steer the conversation back to high society definitions of business and pleasure. At Duke’s request, a large shelf was built around the top of his room, so that all of his stuffed animals can sit comfortably and be clearly seen.

Damian:

Damian was much like Jason when he arrived at the manor in more ways than one, but his determination to prove himself above stuffed animals was certainly on that list. He sneered at his siblings’ attempts to treat him like the child he swore he wasn’t. And honestly, even after he began to lower his walls just a little, he still wasn’t particularly fond of stuffed animals. Sure, he privately thought they were cute, and sure he might (might) find himself holding one at night if it happened to have been left in his bed by an annoying sibling, but in general he preferred live animals to fake ones. Real animals had personalities and feelings, fake ones did not, it was as simple as that, no matter what Stephanie claimed. But as time went on, Damian found himself acquiring a small army of stuffed animals against his will. Some of his siblings (Jason, Tim, sometimes Duke) gave them to him because they found it funny to watch him growl about how he was not an infant in need of deceitful comforts. Some of his siblings (Dick, Cass, sometimes Duke… sometimes his father as well) would give them to him because they knew he liked animals so they assumed he’d like imitations of animals as well. Steph would just give them to everybody, every now and then. But regardless of motive, Damian soon found his room overflowing with stuffed animals that were moderately cute but ultimately pointless.

It wasn’t until a patrol a few years after he’d taken on the mantle of Robin that he discovered a solution. Tim had hidden a tiny stuffed bear in the medical supply compartment of his utility belt, a felt bandage wrapped around its little head. He hadn’t been wounded, but the young girl he’d rescued had been bleeding from a wound that looked worryingly dirty. The bear had fallen out of the pouch, right into her lap, and she’d stared at it with wide eyes, surprise halting the flow of her tears. She’d held onto it the whole time he disinfected her arm and bandaged it, and afterwards he had insisted she keep it. For the first time that night, she’d smiled. After that, Damian began taking a few of his many stuffed animals out on patrol with him, ready to hand out to any and all injured, lost, or otherwise traumatized children once he’d rescued them from their troubles. Eventually he began running out of toys he’d been gifted, even though he kept getting new ones, so at some point he begins to regularly sneak out for the sole purpose of acquiring stuffed animals to hand out. He never tells his siblings, but he suspects they’ve found out anyway, when the presents they give him drastically decrease in size.

[mlqcconfessions]

Your headcanons are perfect! Thank you for your work!♥️ Can you make a Headcanon for all four when they are drunk and MC tries to take them home so they can Rest? I think it would be so funny with a drunk Victor...

Who doesn’t love drunk MLQC boys? And this is my first headcanon with Shaw, so hope I got his character right! I changed the scenario a bit to better fit the boys’ personalities! Hope you don’t mind!

MLQC Headcanon - Overestimated Yourself

Victor

He’s a true connoisseur of fine wines, and actually enjoys small drinks with you

He doesn’t let you drink past 2 glasses (not after what happened on Christmas last year)

“But Victor!”

“No buts. You can take the 2 glasses, or you don’t”

He swiftly ignores your attempt at pinching his nose (he pinches yours, instead)

“Dummy”

Fine. You want some wine? I’ll give you some wine.

You ask the waiter to bring out the bottle with the strongest percentage (he nervously glances at Victor, who seems entirely amused with this situation)

“Ri-right away” (poor guy)

You anxiously watch Victor as he takes a sip of the new wine, your phone out and ready to record his expression

Nothing.

NOTHING

No change in expression whatsoever

It’s official. He’s a monster

He looks at your face, pouty with your lips out, and smirks before taking another sip

A few hours have passed, and he’s still drinking (from the strong bottle, even!)

Your chances of getting him drunk are close to zero, and you sigh in defeat

The waiter comes by with the bill, to which Victor returns with his card

Hmm?

“Victor?” (he looks at you like nothing is wrong, but you and the waiter’s faces beg to differ)

He turns his head to the card he’s holding (it’s his business card)

..........

You can’t help but burst out laughing at this adorable mistake

“Victor, (you’re still recovering from laughing too hard) are you drunk?”

His expression doesn’t seem to change (but that’s in the eyes of normal people)

In your eyes, you can tell that he’s lost his usual composure

He did, after all, drink more than he usually would

You can’t stop smiling even as he hands the waiter the correct card

As the two of you are walking to the car (with a driver, of course, no drunk driving) he puts his hand on your shoulder

You can sense a change in the atmosphere temperature

“I want a new proposal idea on my desk by next week” (your mouth opens wide and you can’t believe what you just heard)

It’s official. He’s a monster

Kiro

As a superstar, he and his team often go on company dinners after a successful promotion

And that includes drinks (he’s usually the one to buy it, because he just likes to)

Kiro’s constantly offered drinks by everyone around the table

He can’t take in alcohol to save his life (one shot, and he’s soon dancing on the table)

So he figured out a way to avoid having to accept any more

“Kiro, let me pour you a glass”

“Oh? I guess it’s my turn cook the meat now!”

“Take this special drink I made. It’s a mix of beer and soju”

“Savin really likes that, so you should give it to him!” (Savin has built up a high tolerance because of this)

But whenever he’s at home with you on a special day, he likes having a few drinks

The only problem is, he gets so clingy when he’s drunk

“MC, I love you so much”

“Can I braid your hair?”

“Hey! Stop getting so close to her!” (he’s fighting with a fork)

“MC, did you know otters hold hands so they don’t drift apart? (he holds your hand and takes it next to his heart) Now we’ll be together forever!”

Why is he so precious?

It’s cute for the first few minutes, but it gets a little tiring after a few hours

“Kiro, how about we play a game?”

“What game?” (his eyes are shining)

“Whoever can fall asleep the fastest wins! But you can’t say anything, or you lose right away!” (....this is what you do with the kids at the orphanage)

He mouths ‘okay’ and immediately lies on the couch with his hands folded together on his stomach

You look at him trying so hard to not open his eyes, and nearly let out a laugh (you’re still playing a game)

Meanwhile, he has his ears perked to catch you talking

After you’re done cleaning up after dinner, you return to the couch and notice Kiro’s arm is dangling off the edge

I guess we have a winner now (you quietly tiptoe to his side, kiss him on the cheek, and grab a blanket to cover him with)

He hasn’t had much sleep in a while, especially with his new song about to come out

At least he’ll be able to drift off for a few hours

“Good night, Kiro”

As you go to the kitchen to finish putting away the plates, he slowly opens his eyes and smiles at the sight of you (you had your back to him, so you would’ve never thought that he was awake)

He closes his eyes once more, happily content with knowing you’re next to him

“Good night, MC”

Lucien

You can never tell when he’s drunk or not

But he definitely can tell when you are (that’s what makes this so frustrating)

It seems he always catches you at your worst moments

Of course, he ensures you that everything you do is adorable (but that’s not the answer you want to hear)

Determined to see his drunk side, you invite him over for a dinner

You emphasize that you’ll prepare the best wine you can offer (at least with your budget)

A couple glasses of wine in, and you’re already starting to lose focus

Lucien doesn’t even change faces as he refills both of your glasses

“Don’t drink too much, MC (you’re giving him a pouty face)”

“Hmmph! Says the person who’s on his 5th glass”

He laughs at your timid remark, adding on to his list of MC’s drinking habits

The first one on the list is you trying to enter Lucien’s home with your own door passcode (he always loves watching you get frustrated through the *door monitor on the wall)

After a few hours have passed, you just decide to give up

He’s never gonna get drunk, who am I kidding?

Your head has cleared up a little (because you stopped accepting his refills)

Lucien, on the other hand, seems too quiet

He’s quiet, but not THIS quiet

It’s been a while since he said anything, so you’re worried (he has mentioned how he’s been feeling a little stressed lately)

“Lucien..?”

You lightly tapped his shoulder, and he responded by meeting his eyes with yours

He still didn’t say anything, but you notice his face is brushed with pink

“....! Lucien? Are you drunk?”

“Haha.....it appears so....” (why is he still so elegant when drunk)

He gets up to help you clear the table, but is a little wobbly on his feet

“Woah, Lucien! (he’s leaning on your shoulders) Why don’t you go home and get some rest?”

You walk him to his apartment (it’s like 10 steps) and as you’re about to turn around to leave, he lightly taps your shoulder

“Lucien?”

“MC? When did you get here?” (is this a habit, too???)

Gavin

Birdcop doesn’t usually drink, because he’ll need to be on alert at all times

“But it’s your resting day tomorrow! You can afford to lay back sometimes” (you’re handing him a beer can, cold from the fridge)

He looks at your enthusiastic expression, quickly decides that he can’t win against you, and sighs in acceptance

He’s just hoping that nothing bad happens during this drinking fest (because he can’t protect you 100% when he’s drunk)

Luckily, the night passes on without much turbulence

Except for that moment when you accidentally knocked over the chair (how does that even happen) while you were walking to get more cans

“Alright, MC (he’s collecting the remainder of beers). Confiscated”

“...! But!”

“No buts. You need to sleep early for work tomorrow”

You grab his to stop him from taking your oasis beers (he jolts a little)

“I already took the day off for tomorrow! So I could spend the entire day with you” (Gavin is being swayed)

In the end, you win (like most times) and your drinking party with Gavin resumes

You can hold your alcohol quite well (due to all the after parties you go to)

But poor Birdcop isn’t (he never tries to build up tolerance, because he doesn’t need to)

He’s out like a night light, and you smile looking at his peaceful face (he deserves a break, more than anyone else)

After you clean up, you snuggle in next to him

Perfectly content with this scenario, you rest your head on his shoulder

Then you hear some mumbling (how cute)

It’s getting late, and he should be heading home now 

But as you get up, he pulls you down towards him (so he’s wrapped around you like a bear)

You try to break free, but he doesn’t train every day for nothing

Instead, you wrap your arms around him the same (falling asleep knowing that you’re protected)

He wakes up in the morning and panics

Shaw

He’s not an alcoholic but he definitely likes drinking

Especially when you’re there to make things interesting for him

He likes watching you act all dumb when you’re drunk (but immediately stands in front of you when you act too chummy with the other customers)

He keeps giving you different types of drinks, just to see how you react

So far, vodka wins by a long shot

He has videos of your drunken self (that he sometimes sends to you whenever you don’t reply to his messages)

But Shaw isn’t the type to get drunk, and both of you know that

So when he called you at 2AM, sounding wasted, it’s no wonder that you were surprised

“Shaw? Do you even know what time it is right now?” (you’re trying to sound annoyed, but holding in your urge to giggle)

“Don’t talk back to me, MC”

In contrast to his cold words, his voice was soft and full of laughter

But a loud crash can be heard over the phone, and thunder booms in the distance

Then, silence

“Shaw? Are you okay?” (no answer)

“Shaw? This isn’t funny!” (at this point, you’re nearly ready to run out that door)

“....alleyway” (the call ends there)

Alleyway.....? Ah, maybe.....

You grab your stuff and quickly go outside, almost out of breath as you run to the alleyway near the neighborhood park (the same one where he first asked you out)

Sure enough he’s there, crouched against the brick wall with his arms in front of him

You walk over to him, forehead beaded with sweat, and say in an exasperated tone

“What the heck, Shaw! Do you know how worried I—”

You’re unable to finish your sentence as you notice the wounds on him

You cup his face to closely look at his cheeks (they’re both covered with marks)

“Who...just who did this to you?”

He doesn’t say anything, and just pulls you closer to him (you catch a whiff of the strong alcohol)

Like always, he doesn’t tell you much (and you know better than to prod at a painful spot)

You just let out a sigh, and gently pat the back of his head (he always relaxes when you do that)

“Tell me everything when you’re ready. I’ll wait for you”

He doesn’t say anything, but his tighter embrace gives you reassurance

(The next day he completely forgets what happened and laughs at you for trying to make things up)

This guy....

*this is what I was imagining when I said the screen on the wall for Lucien’s part

Yeah I don’t know why Shaw’s got so dark (it’s probably because I was replaying the latest chapters)

[gremlinanonstoryblog]

✨Update???✨

I don't know anymore... I'm so confused, the panic finally broke me

So, y'all remember the otter video I rebloged?

Well, in the tags I said I would marry the person how gifts me an otter, and when I wrote it, both Miss oh honey and Roommate were cuddling with me

Miss oh honey laughed when I wrote that and said "You know what, same! I will marry the person that gives me an otter"

Yesterday roommate was out almost all day, we didn't know why and also didn't ask, they just got out and I'm gonna confess, I hot a little stressed thinking something happened to them and they were dead and stuff

But when they got back, they were carrying a puffy bag, it was big, but didn't look heavy (even if it was they would have no problem carrying it "-w-)

We thought nothing of it

This morning, me and Miss oh honey woke up with two big stuffed otters on top of us, they both had collars with tiny papers attached

We sit up, picked the papers and in both of them was writen

"Sooo... Do stuffed otters count too? I hope so cause, I wanna marry you, but will you marry me?"

We just- WHAT!?

Isn't it too soon???

ARE THEY JOKING!?!?

IS IT REALLY JUST A JOKE WITH AN UNSPOKEN UNLESS👀??????

Gremlin.ex as stoped responding - Gay fille has been corruped by Panic.ex

*I was also like that for a while

After the panic overload wore off, we got to the living room and breakfast was already in the table, but roommate was nowhere to be seen

We had breakfast, got to the sofa and cuddle each other with the otters like little kids

Few hours after that, they came back with groceries

They got out and speed to the hallway that leads to the rooms and bathrooms

I think they cleaned the whole house at this point, and me and miss oh honey were still too shook to do jack shit

After a long time, Miss oh honey called them and in my mind I was like ARE YOU CRAZY!!?? DO WANT US TO DIE FROM PANIC!?!?!? YOU CRAZY IDIOT!!!!!

They got in front of us and were blushing so much that even me, the dense idiot i the room, noticed

We were all quiet for a moment until Miss oh honey spoke

"Are you serious?"

"Bout wha'?"

"Don't play dumb, you know what I'm talkin bout"

"I mean... Yes? No? I donno... At first it was supose to be a silly joke... But... I guess I was just making an excuse again... Like all the excuses I made to convince myself that I didn't love Miss oh honey during years and the excuses I did to tell myself I wasn't attracted to Grem..."

"S-so... You are serious!?"

"Yeah, I am! I don't wanna hide my feellings with stupid excuses! I wanna be honest... I wanna be better! For you, for me... For us..."

Silence

"Look... I don't need an anwser right now, you can take as long as you need to anwser, especially if you think it's too soon... I can wait years if you need me to! As long as you are honest with me, ok?"

We nodded and they left with a soft smile that made me melt into a tiny gay poddle

HOW CAN YOU BE SO CUTE AND COOL AT THE SAME TIME!?!?!?!?

HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!!!??

GOD WTF ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR CREATIONS AYE!!??

THAT'S NOT SUPOSED TO BE POSSIBLE!!!

Isn't it?...

...

They are cooking something right now and we are just existing

Both me and Miss oh honey don't know what the hell to do or say, we are in internal panic

Like, we discussed this and we both want to say yes, but part of us is still a bit unsure bout being too soon, like, what if they regret being bold or something? What if they are still unsure? What if we don't want this? What if this ends up in shit and we just get hurt for nothing??? WHAT IF THEY GET HURT BECAUSE WE ARE UNSURE!?!?!

WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE SUPOSED TO DO???!!!

We know we both want this and can see a future for all of us (gayness intensifies)

BUT STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!

SWEET GAYNESS PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME!!!

Please send help, we are gay poddles ;-;

Hope you are having a great mothers day :D

I called my mom today but couldn't be with her cause she suspects she has covid and will test to see if she does, she only has a fever, but still wants to be sure

We talked a lot tho and I'm very happy to be able to do this again😁

Have a great day everyone!!!

And please send help ;-;/

[octoberobserver]

I saw where someone else had made a post about that vine video where the one guys wakes the other up but then a 2nd guy was in the bed as well and no one knew. yea that for adult reddie

Hi nonnie, so sorry for the late reply on this! Thanks for this fun prompt, I had a blast. It ended up being 60% Hanbrough tbh, but I had fun with it ^_^

Read on ao3 Wake Up Call for Mr Tozier

Richie and Eddie weren’t subtle.

They were handsy.

And flirty.

And drunk.

But for someone able to concoct such elaborate stories (albeit with horrible endings) and create beautiful sentences (albeit among gore and horror), Bill Denbrough wasn’t always what the Losers would call…intuitive. At least not when it came to badly-kept secrets.

Common sense isn’t all that common, Eddie would shrug.

Dumb as a sack of hammers, Bev would reply.

King of the Himbos, Richie would conclude.

Which was how, on the eve of their second annual reunion, when all the Losers, (plus Patty, Don and Adrian - all officially new members) eventually retired to bed, where they were staying with Bill and Mike in his giant, seven-bedroom L.A. home, he failed to notice Richie and Eddie’s sleeping arrangements.

He watched, bleary-eyed, as the two ‘helped’ each other up the stairs, each as drunk as the other, doing more stumbling than anything, like two hammered Bambis. Suppressing his chuckle, Bill wound an arm around Mike’s waist as leaned in close, following his eye line.

“Did we put enough pillows in the guest room for Eddie?”

A slow smile spread across Mike’s face as he watched dumb and dumber stumble on the stairs, giggling like the two perpetual middle-schoolers they were.

“Something tells me he won’t need ‘em, Bill,” he murmured before planting a kiss to the side of his boyfriend’s head.

Bill frowned, turning to Mike, opening his mouth to ask why not.

“Come to bed.”

Bill’s mouth snapped shut, transforming into a grin.

~*~

Like with endings, (at least the literary kind), mornings were not Bill’s forte. But it had to be said, waking up next to Mike Hanlon, definitely helped.

“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey,” a deep, low voice mumbled into his ear, a huff of breath causing him to shiver.

With a groan, he turned over and snuggled into the furnace-like warmth of the man beside him, burying his face in his shoulder, a pleased hum escaping his lips as he felt a strong arm wind around him.

“Do we have to make breakfast for everyone?”

His question was muffled and more than a little sulky, but Mike laughed all the same.“

We wanna be good hosts, don���t we?”

Bill groaned again, his head making its feelings known on that last shot of tequila he downed because Richie had dared him. (Maybe he was still a bit of a middle-schooler too.)

“I guess so.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Mike’s tone was warm, teasing, and alluring enough that Bill just had to look up and kiss him, right on the lips, morning breath be damned.

“Don’t talk about spirits,” he mumbled against his mouth, “my head hasn’t forgiven me for last night.”

Mike raked his palms up Bill’s sides, squeezing his hips. “No sympathy,” he grinned, eyes twinkling, “all self-inflicted.”

With that he gave a hearty smack to his ass, beginning to push him out of the bed. “Go on, you go wake up the kids. I’ll get breakfast started.”

Bill moaned, and not for good reasons.

“I hate having to wake Richie. He’s like a bear in the morning.”

Mike swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching, his sleep-shirt riding up and revealing a sliver of the very tantalising skin above his belly button, making Bill freeze mid-step.

“I feel like it’s my duty to remind you on Richie’s behalf that he is not a bear, he’s a...sea lion?” Mike paused, scratching his stomach, “No, that’s not right. An otter? Beaver? I don’t know man, something that swims, I think. Adrian was trying to teach me all the different kinds of gay—mmph!”

Bill cut him off with a kiss, leaning up and dragging him down into it.

“I love you, you giant, sexy nerd,” he grinned as the kiss broke, running his thumb under the hem of Mike’s sleep-shirt.

“I love you too,” Mike winked, smacking Bill’s ass again, “but don’t think it gets you out of waking the Losers. Start with someone easy, like Eddie.”

There was something in Mike’s voice, in his smirk, that had Bill’s suspicions flaring, but he sighed, pecking his jaw before resigning himself to his fate. Out of all of them, Eddie was one of the earliest risers, usually. It was a tie between him, Ben and Stan, most of the time. Ben, a frequent morning jogger, and Stan, an avid bird-watcher. So really, Bill knew Mike was right, starting with him.

Shrugging nto his slippers and robe, he dragged a hand through his bed-head and shuffled down the corridor, making a bee-line for Eddie’s room.

“Eds?” he called out quietly as he knocked. “Mike and I are making breakfast if you’re interested?”

Silence rang out. With a frown, he turned the handle and gave a quick glance around the door, eyes falling on the empty bed, so neatly made up, it looked like it hadn’t been slept in. Huh. Eddie must already be up. With a shrug, Bill closed the door with a snap and decided that it was best to just rip the bandaid off. Richie was going to be the one that gave the most pushback, so he may as well start with him. If he was his usual grumpy self, Bill could always move onto everyone else then loop back around.

With Richie though, he’d have to try a different approach than with Eddie. Something loud and annoying to get back at him for his part in Bill’s hangover. Quickly, he got fished out his phone from his robe pocket, turning to the guest room where Richie was staying, directly opposite Eddie’s. 

Counting down from three in his head, he hit record and flung the door wide open, spotting Richie asleep in one of the twin beds. Stifling his laugh, Bill switched on the light and yelled, “Wake up, Sleepyhead!”

He watched gleefully as Richie, with a serious case of bed-head, jumped, grumbling something like, “Whoa, what’s goin—”

“The fuck, man?”

Bill blinked as Eddie suddenly popped up from behind Richie, his arm very noticeably thrown over his hip, both men very, very shirtless. The three friends stared at each other. A beat of silence passed.

Two.

Three.

Shock shot through Bill, his brain scrambling to make sense of this picture, a borderline hysterical laugh escaping his throat. He found his brain vividly flashing back to various moments, touches, shared smiles between Richie and Eddie and…oh. Then, with exactly zero input from his brain, his feet turned him around and led him right back out the bedroom door, a louder laugh bursting from him and carrying down the corridor, no doubt enough to wake the rest of the Losers.

Good. That gave him time to spill the beans to Mike.

Richie and Eddie blinked at the closed door that their friend had just bolted through.

“Well, that’s one way to tell him,” Eddie sighed, letting his head fall back onto the pillow, his arm tightening around Richie’s waist.

“Yeah, you popping up all Whack-A-Mole-style and scaring the crap outta him was one way to go, Eds,” Richie chuckled, turning around to face him and kissing him on the forehead.

“The man fought a murderous space clown. Twice,” Eddie grumbled into his neck, “I think he can survive seeing us in bed together.”

Richie snorted, settling a hand on his lower back, pulling their bodies closer together, he already in danger of falling out of the far too small bed.

“You know there’s a double in your room, right?” he murmured into Eddie’s hair. “Remind me again why we ended up squeezed into this tiny twin bed?”

Eddie poked him in the chest, prompting him to lean back to look him in the eye.

“Rich, we were so drunk, we’re lucky we didn’t end up trying to make these into bunk beds and sleeping in them, or something worse.”

Richie smirked. “That tub was looking appealing last night, not gonna lie.”

“And besides,” Eddie poked his chest again, softer this time, “I wanted to push the beds together to make a double. Like we did in middle school. But, you know, the tequila—”

“Ahh, the tequila,” Richie sighed wistfully, before leaning down and pressing their foreheads together.“Guess the cat’s outta the bag now, huh?” 

Eddie rolled his eyes before letting them close.

“All the others already know. Bill was just being slow on the uptake as usual.”

Richie bumped their noses.

“Told you, Eds. He’s a himbo.”

“King Himbo, I think you said.”

They shared a laugh before closing the short distance, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss. Richie hummed into it happily, (still tickled that Eddie apparently wasn’t as opposed to morning breath as he thought), brushing his tongue along Eddie’s bottom lip, the kiss deepening. Just as things were getting good, far too good for two people who were just called for breakfast, Eddie stilled, pulling away, his cheeks flushed, lips plump, and his eyes wide.

“Wait, was he recording us?”

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Good Business: Part 15

Fandom: Marvel (Mob AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a ruthless mobster. He’s also referred to as Big Buck due to his towering strong frame as well as his round stomach. You’re the owner of a small diner, a place that Big Buck decides to visit. Based off this drabble.

It felt weird not having Bucky being part of your everyday life. Everytime the door to your diner opened around his usual time, your heart would skip a beat only for it to fall to the pit of your stomach. You missed him. Terribly so. 

It felt like how your life was before him, except worse. Everything seemed so dull and boring now. When you had Bucky, he brought out a fire within you. He brought excitement and challenges and ease and love. 

It’s been two weeks since you last saw him. You’re wondering how he’s fairing. 

________

Bucky looked like a mess, Steve thought. He had bags under his eyes, his usual neatly trimmed beard has grown a lot more. His eyes look red and tired. 

“Any news?” Bucky asked. 

Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair, “We sent in a false tip through the vine. Said you were in Jersey, so Rumlow’s sent some of his men out there.”

“My family?”

“Currently enjoying their time at Disneyland,” he replies with an amused smile. 

Bucky chuckles, “Good,” then he swallows down, “And Y/N?”

With another sigh, Steve responds, “Not good. I mean, I hear she looks okay, but really isn’t. She’s hiding it real good, but Sharon says she’s completely heartbroken, Buck.”

“Has anyone talked to her about me?”

Steve shakes his head, “Not that I’ve seen or heard. Which is good, right? She’s not being pulled into any of this.”

“Yeah. I suppose. Well, thanks for the updates.”

“What about you, Buck? How are you doing?”

“As best as I can be. Just trying to live my life and be safe. All that shit. I still hate that Sam came with me instead of you. That little shit just won’t stop fucking with me and I’m very close to putting a bullet through his brain.”

Steve snorted, “No, you won’t. Act all Big Buck you want, but you care about the guy.”

Bucky hummed, “Maybe, but he doesn’t have to know that.”

The two brothers chuckled with each other. Feeling a sense of ease and familiarity in the moment. But as quickly as it appeared, it faded. 

“Just a few more weeks, Buck. We’ll finally get him and he’ll be gone for good. Then you can come back home and propose.”

“Now wait a minute-”

“Bye!” Steve quickly ended the video call, causing Bucky to snort. 

“Punk.” he set his phone back onto his desk and looked back on the papers spread before him. 

There were papers pertaining to some of his legal businesses and some for his not so legal businesses. But the papers he was currently paying attention to were the letters he’d been writing to you since he broke up with you and went into hiding. 

Dear Sweet Cheeks, 

Going into hiding fucking sucks. I can’t go out without security detail, I have limited contact with people, and worst of all, I can’t see you. 

I fucking miss you so much. I’ve probably said this twenty times now with all the letters I’ve written before, but it’s true. 

I’ve never met anyone that’s made me feel so alive and loved. 

I know this must suck, not knowing if I’m alive or dead, but I promise you, sweet cheeks, I’ll make it back to you. You’ve brought so much light to my dark and dangerous life, I don’t know how I could go on without you. 

Just a few more weeks and I’ll be back in your arms. 

Forever yours, 

Bucky. 

________________

Rumlow fucking hates how he’s been going on some dumb ass scavenger hunt. He knows Big Buck is hiding somewhere and he’s doing his fucking best sending out his men and spies to try to get word of where Big Buck really is. 

“Sir, we may have a lead.”

“This better be fucking good, Rollins,” the mobster sneered. 

“People around has seen Barnes with a girl. She owns a diner. Want us to make a visit?”

“Were they serious?”

Rollins nodded, “Seems so. Heard they’ve been together for months.”

Rumlow hummed, stroking his stubbled chin, “Send in our guys from the NYPD. They owe me a favor.”

“On it,” Rollins mumbled and saw himself out of the office. 

Rumlow grabbed his letter opener from his desk and flung it towards the hung up picture of Barnes hung on the wall, “You’re dead, Barnes.”

_____________

You’re serving up a table’s orders when Sharon rushes up to your side, “There’s some PD guys asking for you,” she whispers in your ear. 

Your heart stops for a moment. They were here to ask you about Bucky. You nodded, finishing with handing out the orders and walked away with Sharon at your side, “Look after my tables for me?”

“Of course.” she takes your pad and pen and then scurries off to check on tables. 

You take a deep breath and slowly walk over to the two officers waiting for you by the counter, “Hello, officers. How can I help you?”

One asked, “Y/N L/N?”

You nod, “Yes?”

The officer stepped forward, “Will you come with us to the station?”

Your brows furrowed, “Am I in trouble?”

He shook his head, “No, ma’am. We just need to question you about some information pertaining to James Barnes.”

You sighed, “I don’t really have any information.”

“You two were dating, yes?”

“Yeah, but only for a few months. We broke up two weeks ago. Haven’t seen or heard from him since.”

The officers look at each other and then to you, “Regardless, we still have some other things we’d like to talk to you about. We can even give you a ride to the station if it’s more convenient for you.”

“Alright. Lemme just grab my things.” You turn around and head to the back where you grab your purse, jacket, and phone. You feel like there’s something wrong. You don’t know why, but the officers are giving off a strange vibe to you.

Before you head back out, you message Steve with one word: SOS.

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[shingekinosimpson]

Chapter 9 of You had me at B minor now on Ao3

It’s a dumb thing to say and I know I sound like a total dork, but...texting Marco might be my new favourite thing. We text each other A LOT over the next few days, but the weird thing is, it isn’t weird in the slightest. Once we start it feels like we’ve been doing it forever. I’m proud to say I’m the one who got the ball rolling. After everything that happened on Wednesday night, I made damn fucking sure I reached out the second my sleep deprived brain was coherent enough.

HeresJeany:

Hey bud. You doing okay today? Hope you managed to get some sleep when you got home x

Yeah I know, a kiss on the end. If I had a fan club, I'm sure they’d be pissing their pants with excitement right now. I must have deleted and retyped it about five times before I said ‘fuck it’ and hit send. The message just didn’t feel sincere enough without it. And if he decided to rip on me for it, I wouldn’t care. I don’t care if he teases me - actually, I quite like it when he teases me.

I also got the gossip from Connie that same morning. He was up and looking super perky when I eventually rolled out of bed and went in search of some breakfast.

“Morning! D’you want a coffee?” he chirped.

I could tell last night had gone well – it was written all over his face - but when I pressed him for details on why he’d had an ‘amazing night’ he got very coy.

“You kiss her?”

“No, but she gave me a kiss on the cheek before she went home.”

“…Aaaaaaaand?”

“And nothing!” he chuckled. “Nothing else happened.”

“Connie c’mon. You’re grinning like a Cheshire fucking cat. What else?”

“Look I swear all I got was a peck on the cheek but…I dunno. We just, we had a really good night. I think she likes me too. I think…I think this might actually happen finally.”

“Really?”

He had shrugged his shoulders, but I knew he was ecstatic.

“I think so. I’m not rushing into anything - things are good the way they are now – but I’m not being an idiot either. I’m not pushing her away with mean jokes or playing games like I used to.”

“You mean you’ve finally realised being a stroppy little bitch isn’t exactly a turn on?”

“Hey!” He chucked a tea towel at my face. “Cheeky bastard! But yes. I’m just being straightforward, and things are…things are good.”

“Man. I can’t believe Sasha might finally give you a chance. You’ve been crushing on her for like, how long?

“Too long. Hey,” he smirked. “If Sasha and I finally get it together, you gonna try again with Mikasa?”

“Ha! Yeah right. She’d probably laugh in my face, which I guess is a step up from punching me in the face like the first time I tried it on with her.”

I’d felt weird in that moment, knowing I have this big crush on Marco and not telling Connie about it. I knew it was for the best – if no one knows then Marco can’t find out – but still, it didn’t sit well with me. I felt guilty for keeping it from Connie, but also a little down that Connie could talk about his crush and I had to keep mine a secret. I kind of wanted to talk about it.

“So, you lusting after anyone at the minute then?”

The words had barely left his mouth when my brain did a complete one-eighty and started freaking the fuck out.

Oh god no. I take it back. Please don’t ask me anything!

“You’ve not been on any Tinder dates for a while. Is nobody swiping right for my little Jeanbo?”

“N-nah,” I’d said in a fluster. “Doesn’t matter anyway. Once I get that uniform I’ll be beating them off with a stick.”

Pretty typical of me to deflect something with cockiness but thankfully, Connie took the bait and we started talking about my ever-closer start date – two weeks left to go.

Later that day, I had a reply from Marco waiting for me and we’ve text each other every day since. We started off reasonably civilised, but it didn’t take long for things to escalate into the ridiculous or just random shit we knew the other would like - he sent me a video of Chino Moreno singing with the Pumpkins captioned ‘the planets have aligned’, I responded with a gif of Ned Flanders screaming. I sent him a slideshow of baby sea otters I found on Instagram, he replied with a picture of himself with heart eyes that nearly made me spit my coffee out. He sent me a (weirdly brilliant) 80s remix of a Linkin Park song, I sent him a boomerang of me dancing like a twat.

Don’t get me wrong, we do actually talk in between all these daft pictures and videos. I just can’t help that my first thought when I see something funny is ‘I need to send this to Marco!’ and I really love the idea that he thinks the same thing about me.

I feel a little guilty today though. We were texting each other ‘til quite late last night even though I knew he was at work today. We somehow got onto the subject of Lord of the Rings and then fell down a huge rabbit hole about Frodo and Sam and a whole bunch of other stuff.

Yeah, I know - what a couple of nerds.

I woke up around 10 and sent him a text, apologising for keeping him up. I get a reply at lunchtime.

ItsaMeeMarco:

Hey! Don’t be daft. I’d say it was more my fault anyway. Sorry for keeping you awake with my nerdiness B-)

HeresJeany:

Dude I work in a bar, I’m used to late nights ;) What you doing with the kids at nursery today? Quantum physics and modern philosophy no doubt

ItsaMeeMarco:

We managed to cover quite a lot of that yesterday so we gave ourselves a break with a messy morning today

HeresJeany:

What the hell is a messy morning?

His next message is a picture with the caption Well my pants now look like this so have a guess :p

It’s a photo of one of his legs, stretched out, with a few red and green handprints smushed into the fabric of his joggers.

Is it wrong that I still think his leg looks sexy? Probably.

HeresJeany:

Haha! Hope you weren’t too attached to those pants

ItsaMeeMarco:

You should see the state of some of the kids. One literally painted himself top to toe and then lay down on a pile of cornflakes

HeresJeany:

Fucking hell that’s hilarious!

We send a few more messages back and forth while he’s on his lunch break and when his last one promises to text me later, I feel like a kid on Christmas morning.

Continue reading on Ao3

[ptersparkers]

your old man’s scared of nothing (the adventures of y/n stark)

summary: the avengers are giving a rare day-off and they decide to watch a film. unbeknownst to y/n, someone who hates horror films, sam decides to pick that genre. let’s just say he’s not on the nice list.

a/n: hi sweet pea, thank you for this request! i love, love, love anything avengers + fluff.

warnings: fluff, a swear word, mentions of anxiety, and the conjuring (i don’t go into detail because i’ve never seen it).

masterlist / taglist

Perhaps you should’ve just stayed in your bedroom where everything was safe and nothing made you jittery. The living room suddenly seemed too small, the lightbulbs underneath the lamps looked like some science fiction masterpiece, and the bright screen shining in the dark room depicted images that you’d rather not think about.

It was a Thursday in the summertime and, for once, the Avengers has absolutely nothing better to do with their free time other than to lounge around and take advantage of Fury telling them to relax.

You didn’t know much, but you knew you loved days like such. Everyone seemed to forget the bad in the world and everyone seemed to grow loose when it came to hanging around one another outside of combat and training. It was nice.

Except, you didn’t like that you had to watch a scary film despite waning nothing more than to crawl in your room and watch YouTube videos until your eyes grew tired.

It was your turn to pick a film last time (you didn’t watch a film but three of John Mulaney’s stand up comedies straight) and Sam had the first pick this time around. He chose The Conjuring, and you swore you couldn’t hate anyone more than you hated Sam for the next couple of hours.

The night started innocently enough. At six, all the Avengers (minus Peter who was at Ned’s) ate Chinese take-out, courtesy of Tony’s oh-so generous wallet (Bucky stole his credit card). At seven, you helped Steve make the popcorn and made sure to load the popcorn cart (Natasha bought one as a joke but you found it pretty handy) with extra kernels, butter, and any other flavoring you had in the kitchen.

At seven thirty, Wanda put a bunch of drinks on the coffee table in between the television and the couches. There was soft drinks, waters, and lemonades. Your one proposed rule (much to the dismay of others) was absolutely no alcohol because if you weren’t allowed to drink it, they weren’t either.

(But that didn’t stop Clint from sneaking a flask in from time to time. You knew but didn’t say anything.)

At eight o’clock, you relinquished your film-picking duty to Sam and you were almost positive he would pick a feel-good comedy that was riddled with corny jokes, action, and cheesy pick-up lines.

Oh boy, were you wrong.

Natasha sat in the love seat alone while Clint and Bucky sat in work chairs they hauled from Tony’s extra office. Sam, Rhodey, and Bruce sat on one of the large couches while you, Tony, and Steve sat on the other. Wanda and Vision were off to the side.

The large screen in front of you scared you half to death and you were almost positive Steve noticed. You sat in between him and Tony with Steve to the right, and you had unknowingly flinched to your right side whenever something on the screen startled you. It was your natural reflex to curl to the right and you were sure Steve was making sure you weren’t scared to death.

When the film ended, everyone couldn’t stop talking about how great the film was and how great it was to relax and unwind. You thought after all you’d seen in real life that this film would be a piece of cake, but that was far from the truth.

Everyone bade one another a good night and you walked to your room alone and turned the light on immediately. You scanned your room for anything suspicious, knowing that you were being ridiculous. When there was nothing in your closet or under your bed, you sighed gratefully and turned your light off before running across the wooden floor and jumping underneath the covers.

Your skin crawled at the mere thought of something walking around you. It wasn’t real, you knew that, but your imagination ran absolutely wild and there was no sleep in the near future for you.

Pushing the covers off of yourself, you slipping a pair of socks on and padded your way to your father’s bedroom. You were happy that Pepper was gone until Saturday and unapologetically knocked on Tony’s door, figuring he’d be awake.

“Dad?” you asked tentatively from behind the door. You could hear him walk towards you and watched as he opened.

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“Do you, um, think I could stay with you for the night?”

Tony gave you a funny look. “Don’t tell me you were scared by the film.”

“I can’t, because that would be a lie.”

Upon noticing your timid figure, Tony didn’t say another word but smiled and gestured you to walk in. You sighed in relief and got over how embarrassed you felt that you needed your father at this age, but you wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to spent time with him.

“I know it’s dumb,” you said as Tony otter the space next to him. You spoke as you pulled yourself underneath the covers. “I see all this horror and shock all the time with your line of work but that film was on another level. I literally feel like my ankles are going to fall off.”

Tony chuckled. “Your old man’s scared of nothing. But you have a valid point and your ankles are definitely not falling off any time soon.”

“Do you think we could watch cartoons or something? Like American Dad, or something. I need some political satire and family humor in my life.”

Tony smiled and turned the TV on, opening Hulu to put on your requested show.

“You doing good lately? We haven’t had time to catch up after I got back from Nicaragua last weekend.”

You nodded. “Yeah. MJ came over and we cooked everyone breakfast on Tuesday. Peter fell into the pool after Sam was chasing him with a water gun, which was hilarious and I regret not filming it.”

“That was nice of her,” Tony commented. “I like that kid. Very perceptive.”

“She could smell a lie from a mile away. Kind of like you, but more brooding.”

“No one could out-brood me,” Tony said. “Maybe Steve when I’m not paying attention in debriefings, but even that’s a maybe.”

You chuckled. “Okay, whatever you say. Pepper finished the gigantic pile of paperwork from last month and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so relaxed in my entire life.”

“Pepper? Relaxed? That must be new!” Tony joked. “She deserves a break. And how have you been holding up?”

“Hm. Well, I’ve been going to bed earlier and that helps with my anxiety a little. I wake up earlier and I feel good about the day, which is something I’ve been hoping to get to. I think therapy’s really helping.”

“I’m so proud of you,” Tony said with shining eyes.

“I love you.”

“Unrelated, but did Vision draw a dick on Peter’s face?”

***

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[your-white-mustang]

08/06/2019

Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.


Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)

I waited patiently – years – for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we’d say, Yeah, he’s a Cool Guy. But it never happened. Instead, women across the nation colluded in our degradation! Pretty soon Cool Girl became the standard girl. Men believed she existed – she wasn’t just a dreamgirl one in a million. Every girl was supposed to be this girl, and if you weren’t, then there was something wrong with you.

But it’s tempting to be Cool Girl. For someone like me, who likes to win, it’s tempting to want to be the girl every guy wants. When I met Nick, I knew immediately that was what he wanted, and for him, I guess I was willing to try. I will accept my portion of blame. The thing is, I was crazy about him at first. I found him perversely exotic, a good ole Missouri boy. He was so damn nice to be around. He teased things out in me that I didn’t know existed: a lightness, a humor, an ease. It was as if he hollowed me out and filled me with feathers. He helped me be Cool Girl – I couldn’t have been Cool Girl with anyone else. I wouldn’t have wanted to. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy some of it: I ate a MoonPie,  I walked barefoot, I stopped worrying. I watched dumb movies and ate chemically laced foods. I didn’t think past the first step of anything, that was the key. I drank a Coke and didn’t worry about how to recycle the can or about the acid puddling in my belly, acid so powerful it could strip clean a penny. We went to a dumb movie and I didn’t worry about the offensive sexism or the lack of minorities in meaningful roles. I didn’t even worry whether the movie made sense. I didn’t worry about anything that came next. Nothing had consequence, I was living in the moment, and I could feel myself getting shallower and dumber. But also happy.

[...]

With Nick, I understood finally. Because he was so much fun. It was like dating a sea otter. He was the first naturally happy person I met who was my equal. He was brilliant and gorgeous and funny and charming and charmed. People liked him. Women loved him. I thought we would be the most perfect union: the happiest couple around. Not that love is a competition. But I don’t understand the point of being together if you’re not the happiest.

I was probably happier for those few years – pretending to be someone else – than I ever have been before or after. I can’t decide what that means.

But then it had to stop, because it wasn’t real, it wasn’t me. It wasn’t me, Nick! I thought you knew. I thought it was a bit of a game. I thought we had a wink-wink, don’t ask, don’t tell thing going. I tried so hard to be easy. But it was unsustainable. It turned out he couldn’t sustain his side either: the witty banter, the clever games, the romance, and the wooing. It all started collapsing on itself. I hated Nick for being surprised when I became me. I hated him for not knowing it had to end, for truly believing he had married this creature, this figment of the imagination of a million masturbatory men, semen-fingered and self-satisfied. He truly seemed astonished when I asked him to listen to me. He couldn’t believe I didn’t love wax-stripping my pussy raw and blowing him on request. That I did mind when he didn’t show up for drinks with my friends. That ludicrous diary entry? I don’t need pathetic dancing-monkey scenarios to repeat to my friends, I am content with letting him be himself. That was pure, dumb Cool Girl bullshit. What a cunt. Again, I don’t get it: If you let a man cancel plans or decline to do things for you, you lose. You don’t get what you want. It’s pretty clear. Sure, he may be happy, he may say you’re the coolest girl ever, but he’s saying it because he got his way. He’s calling you a Cool Girl to fool you! That’s what men do: They try to make it sound like you are the Cool Girl so you will bow to their wishes. Like a car salesman saying, How much do you want to pay for this beauty? when you didn’t agree to buy it yet. That awful phrase men use: “I mean, I know you wouldn’t mind if I ...” Yes, I do mind. Just say it. Don’t lose, you dumb little twat.

~ “Gone Girl”

[periilune]

Answer all 200

damn okay you asked for it:

(this was asked a long time ago and its just being posted now bc its 200 fuckin questions f u kars jk love you)

1. What is your middle name?

Elizabeth

2. Do you have any nicknames?

Liz, Laur, Lau, Squid, Koala, Rhyne, Babe

3. Do you have any allergies?

Not to my knowledge

4. What is the longest your hair has ever been?

Too long,, like I could sit on it

5. Apple or PC?

PC

6. Favorite flavor?

In general probably some kinda cheese but for sweet stuff is cookie dough

7. Have you ever been on a blind date?

Bold of you to assume I’ve even been on a date (no I haven’t)

8. Are you friends with any of your exes?

2 of them actually!

9. What kind of car do you drive?

I can’t even drive,, but I have a Toyota Avalon waiting for me when I can

10. How grammatically correct are you when you text?

It really depends, I’m very correct when texting adults, decent when texting acquaintances, absolute disaster with good friends

11. What foreign country would you most like to visit and why?

Probs the UK or Italy, the UK bc I have several friends there and its very nice, and Italy for good food and good views

12. Creamy or chunky peanut butter?

Creamy all the way

13. Favorite food to pig out on?

Pizza

14. DC or Marvel?

Marvel!

15. Disney or Nickelodeon?

God idk,, probably Nickelodeon

16. Do you have any stickers on your laptop computer?

Yes, one from Kiawah Island (very nice place) and a couple random ones

17. Name/author of the last book you read cover to cover. Do you recommend it?

The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan, considering that was like my 3rd time reading it yeah I do

18. Do you read any magazines?

Nah

19. Coffee or tea?

Not a fan of either, I guess I’d pick coffee

20. What is your go-to Starbucks drink?

Red Velvet Frappucino

21. How many things can do with your weaker hand?

Oh You Know ;) in all honestly not much, I can catch because I used to play softball

22. Last show you binge watched?

Currently binge watching My Hero Academia!

23. Dogs or cats?

Cats

24. Favorite Disney princess?

Mulan or Moana I think

25. Do you like fast food?

Generally yeah

26. Favorite thing to cook for yourself?

Pasta and some type of garlic or cheesy or toasted bread

27. Favorite song to sing in the shower?

Currently Morning in America by John Bellion

28. Have you ever butt dialed anyone?

I don’t think so

29. iPhone/iPad or Android?

Android

30. Any styles of music you do not like?

Most country tbh, excluding John Denver n Carrie Underwood they’re both great

31. Have you ever kissed anyone of the same gender? If so, did you like it?

Not quite, but pretty close. We were dating so I’d say I liked it

32. Have you ever gotten a ticket while driving?

I can’t drive so no!

33. Favorite emoji?

💖 or �� I think

34. Showers or baths?

Showers for convenience, but the occasional bath is nice to relax

35. Is there anything you regret buying?

Some clothes I have I don’t like, my fake airpods that don’t work

36. Are you fluent in more than one language?

Not yet, but I’m learning Spanish!

37. Any movie(s) you can watch over and over again and enjoy just as much every time?

Black Panther, The Last Unicorn, any of The Lord of the Rings trilogy

38. What is the heaviest you have ever weighed?

Around 155-160 pounds

39. Do you have any tattoos? If so, how many and where?

Not yet

40. Have you ever uttered a spoken hashtag?

Yep.

41. Favorite school subject?

I used to love English but not so much anymore, right now in in Psychology and its really cool tbh

42. Favorite non-chocolate candy?

Fuckin uh,, airheads are pretty good

43. Name one celebrity you dislike.

Johnny Depp is a shitty abuser.

44. If you could have one superpower, which one would you most like to have?

Telekinesis I think

45. From 1-10, rate your singing ability.

7

46. From 1-10, rate your dancing ability.

3

47. From 1-10, rate your cooking ability.

7

48. From 1-10, rate your driving ability.

1

49. Are you religious?

I’m really not sure, I was raised religious but I’m questioning a lot atm

50. Do you drink soda? If so, which one is your favorite?

Yep, I like Cherry Coke

51. Have you ever locked your keys in your car?

No, but I’ve been with someone who has

52. Spring or autumn?

Autumn

53. Do you play any sports?

Not now, but I’ve played soccer, softball, and basketball in the past

54. Can you play any musical instruments?

Nope

55. Are you more introverted or extroverted?

Introverted

56. How easily do you cry?

My dude,, so easily

57. Last musical artist you saw live?

My Lord and Savior Avi Kaplan

58. Favorite YouTube channel?

Not 2 be That person but I genuinely like Markiplier tbh

59. Star Wars or Star Trek?

Star Wars

60. How long have you known your best friend?

Well 1 of them funnily enough our moms knew each other when he was a baby and I was unborn, but we really met in 6th grade. My other best friend I met  about 3 years ago :)

61. Have you ever voted for a reality show?

I think so

62. Last CD you bought? uhhhhh maybe a pentatonix cd dunno which one 

63. Have you ever ended a romantic relationship?

Nope I’m the one who gets dumped 

64. Have you ever been broken up with? See above (3 times) 

65. Have you ever been in the audience for the taping of a TV show? Nah 

66. How long was your longest relationship? Are you still with that person?

A year and 3 months currently, and yes

67. Have you seen any Broadway plays or musicals?

Nope 

68. Have you ever acted in a play or a musical?

Yes! I’ve been in The Wizard of Oz (twice!), Little Shop of Horrors, Seussical the Musical, and the Little Mermaid 

69. How flexible are you?

Not very 

70. Have you ever sexted? Yes…  

71. Do you own any clothes from garage sales or thrift stores?

Yep 

72. Real or fake Christmas trees?

We’ve had a fake one my whole life, but I’d like to have a real one some day

73. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2-3 

74. How well can you write in cursive?

Not great, but I can get the job done 

75. What is your political affiliation?

Not officially affiliated, but rather left 

76. Do you like any boy bands?

The Backstreet Boys duh

77. Have you ever broken any bones?

Just a couple small ones in my toe 

78. Have you ever gotten any stitches?

Nah 

79. Do you have any piercings in places other than your ears?

Not yet

80. What is the oldest piece of clothing you still wear and how old is it? One of my favorite pairs of shorts is pretty old 

81.Do you like wearing hats?

Depends on the hat, I have a handful of baseball caps I like 

82. Have you ever dyed your hair?

At one point I had the tips dyed purple, but now I regularly dye it to make it slightly lighter and redder 

83. From 1-10, how competitive are you?

Like 8 probably, I’m not very athletic but I’m competitive about other things   

84. How long have you been at your current job?

Since November 2017   

85. Have you ever studied abroad?

Nope 

86. Phrase you say the most?

“Oof” 

87. Have you ever quit a job?

Nah 

88. Have you ever gotten fired from a job?

Nah 

89. Have you ever won a trophy? If so, what for?

Yes! For cheerleading competitions, 3rd place in making a video for a club, in a soccer tournament, and probably some others idk 

90. Have you ever been a Boy/Girl Scout?

I was a girl scout but that was a while ago 

91. Last thing that made you laugh?

Uhh last night some dumb meme my boyfriend showed me

92. Do you eat meat?

Yes

93. Are you more of a morning or a night person?

Night person, but I’m also old so it’s hard to stay up late

94. Worst habit?

Chewing fingernails, isolating myself from people when I’m sad

95. Deepest fear?

Uhhh that everyone who says they care about me is actually lying and talking about me behind my back

96. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yeah pretty much

97. If you could take home any animal from the zoo, what animal would you take?

An otter! I love them

98. Do you consider rapping singing?

I wouldn’t say it’s singing bc its different, but it’s certainly an art form and it has every place in the music industry

99. Favorite costume you wore for Halloween? How old were you?

When i was a ninja that was sick, i was probably 12-13

100. Favorite store to shop at?

For clothes? Maybe Plato’s Closet (nice secondhand place) but I also do a lot of online shopping

101. Have you ever given anyone CPR?

No

102. Favorite Pokémon?

Cresselia is dope but also Eevee

103. Do you own any homemade clothing?

Probably

104. Do you drink alcohol at all? If so, what is your drink of choice?

I’ve drunk once, vodka mixed with Hawaiian punch and it was p good

105. Have you ever skinny dipped?

No i’m fat

106. Favorite type of cookie?

Warm chocolate chunk

107. Favorite flavor of ice cream?

Oreo or chocolate chip cookie dough. The best thing i’ve ever had was a red velvet oreo milkshake tho

108. Biggest pet peeve?

When people interrupt or ignore me

109. Are you still friends with anyone from high school?

I mean I just graduated so yes

110. Favorite literary character?

Oohhhh, maybe Sam from LoTR? He was the realest friend ever

111. Are your birth parents still together?

Yeah

112. Do you wear or have your ever worn glasses?

Nope, 20/20 babeyyyy

113. How many of your Facebook friends do you actually hang out with?

Like 6, one of those being my mom lol

114. Have you ever been the victim of a prank?

Not that I can remember

115. Do you belong to a fraternity or a sorority?

No

116. Have you ever taken a nude selfie?

perhaps..

117. Are you adopted?

No

118. Favorite fandom?

Ugh fandoms r gross, maybe the rwby fandom? 

119. Oldest memory?

Trying to strangle myself at pre-school aged 4 lmaoooo

120. Have you ever snorted when you laughed?

A couple times

121. Can you drive stick?

Can’t drive at all!

122. Favorite Disney song?

How Far I’ll Go, or maybe Go The Distance

123. Random boy’s name.

Leo

124. Random girls’ name.

Natalie

125. How often do you eat out at a nice restaurant?

Once a month? Not often, I’ve done it twice in 3 days recently tho bc it was my birthday

126. How many people are in your nuclear family?

3, me and my parents

127. What accent do you consider the most attractive?

Gosh, not to be basic but probably British, although I don’t really know many others

128. What is your Myers-Briggs personality type?

INFP i think? Maybe INFJ

129. What is your astrological sign?

Leo! (capricorn moon and cancer rising)

130. Biggest regret?

Trying to make someone care again who had no intention of doing so

131. What type of shoes do you wear the most?

My checkered vans, I swear I wore them every day of senior year

132. Do you like any soap operas?

No

133. Do you listen to talk radio?

Not often

134. What sports team(s) do you root for?

SF Giants, Carolina Panthers, Charlotte Hornets, Duke, Kentucky

135. Describe your sense of humor.

Ridiculously stupid, inside jokes

136. Have you ever been hit on by someone of the same gender?

Yeah, my ex-girlfriend lmao

137. Favorite video game?

Overwatch

138. Name a moment in your life when you were pleasantly surprised.

When i got a mf perfect score on my ACT

139. Do you believe in serendipity?

I had to look that up but I guess so

140. Have you ever left a movie theater before the movie was done?

I don’t think so, one time the movie malfunctioned and cut off like an hour in and we had to leave

141. Have you ever felt you were born in the wrong period of history?

Nah, everything has always sucked, but now is somewhat less sucky than before bc we have the internet

142. Is sex before marriage wrong?

No

143. Have you ever gotten a song you dislike stuck in your head?

Yes omg, fuckin Girls Like You, fuck you Adam Levine

144. Can you handle spicy food?

Only slightly spicy

145. Have you ever called a non-lover a term such as darling, honey, babe, or dear?

I call my friend Ryker babe all the time, and call most of my friends “love”

146. Do you like MTV?

Nah not really

147. Where on your body are you the most ticklish?

Probably ribs area

148. TV show or movie you quote/reference the most?

The Princess Bride is so quotable, so maybe that idk, I quote memes more than anything

149. Have you ever lived with a roommate you didn’t get along with?

Can I say my parents? I’ve never lived not in my house, but I’m about to go to college and I hope I like my roommate

150. Where do you think is the best place to meet a new lover?

Either school or through mutual friends?

151. Have you ever successfully been on a diet?

I mean I’ve lost weight but it wasn’t a diet, just not eating lol

152. Favorite thing to do outside?

Have a photoshoot, jk I love looking at flowers, also swimming is good

153. Where did you go on your last vacation?

Kiawah Island, for grad week

154. Do you say “y'all” at all?

Yes, I live in the south and started using it ironically but now I can’t stop

155. Have you ever lived on a farm?

No

156. Do you believe in evolution?

There’s scientific evidence for it, so yes

157. What TV channel do you watch the most?

Honestly HGTV those houses are awesome

158. Favorite Beatles song?

Hmmmm, Maybe A Day In The Life or Eleanor Rigby, I Am The Walrus is always good too ngl

159. Have you ever been on TV?

On like the local channels for school awards and such

160. Have you ever been to Disney World or Disneyland?

I went to Disneyland last summer!

161. Do you like horror movies?

Not really, I’m a pussy

162. Do you like to go fishing?

No

163. Have you ever been hunting?

No

164. Do you take medication for anything?

Yes, for ye olde depression

165. Name one item from your bucket list.

Get a novel published

166. From 1-10, how much do you like children?

3 maybe, they’re kinda annoying

167. Have you ever thought about your wedding?

Yes, but my ideas have changed over time

168. Have you ever been bungee jumping or skydiving?

No, but I’d like to

169. Favorite flower?

Hmmm Sunflowers? or Snapdragons, or the pink magnolias

170. Do you collect anything?

Enamel pins, and rwby blind box figurines (it’s not an addiction I swear)

171. Who was the last person you told a lie to?

My mom probably

172. Have you ever been a bridesmaid or a groomsman?

Nope

173. Have you ever had a fortune cookie fortune come true?

Not that I know of

174. What was your favorite toy to play with when you were a child?

Hmmmm I had this little Narnia figurine set that I loved, also a bunch of littlest pet shop toys

175. How good are you at math?

Pretty good, I took AP Calculus in high school and got an A, doesn’t mean I liked it

176. Have you ever learned anything from a how-to YouTube video?

Not that I can think of right now

177. Have you ever participated in a science fair?

Yes, it was required in 6th grade

178. Have you ever wished you were born the opposite gender?

Womanhood is difficult and I often wish I did not have to bear it, but I’ve made peace with it

179. Have you ever participated in a public protest?

No, I’m scared

180. Do you have a pool at your house?

No

181. Have you ever hosted a wild party?

No lol, the wildest was probably my birthday party when we all got high and then had a 1 am McDonalds run because munchies

182. Do you like karaoke?

Not really

183. Have you ever written a love letter?

Kind of yes, I’m rather sappy

184. Have you ever ran a marathon?

God no, I’ve done a lot of 5Ks though

185. How often do you get mad at yourself?

So much, I suck

186. Any guilty pleasures?

Probably shitty old Warrior Cats AMVs, those are great when you’re bored and need to remember your roots

187. Fruits or vegetables?

Vegetables solely because potatoes fuckin slap

188. Do you live in a house or an apartment?

In a house, but I’m about to move into a dorm

189. The countryside or the suburbs?

Suburbs, I’ve lived in them my whole life, also listen to Subdivisions by Rush it’s great

190. Worst job you’ve ever had?

I’ve only had 1 job so I guess working at Chick-fil-A

191. Do you hang out with any of your co-workers?

Yes, one of them was my friend from school as well so I hang out with her regularly

192. Were you ever voted homecoming/prom king or queen?

Nope, but my good friends were prom king and queen!

193. Were you voted a “best” or “most likely to” in high school?

No, but I was “Most Likely To Be President - Girl” in elementary school so take that

194. Have you ever gotten detention?

No I’m a good kid

195. Have you ever babysat?

Yes, we watched disney movies and played dress-up

196. Have you ever taken a road trip just for the fun of it?

Nah, but I’d like to

197. How many drinks get you tipsy?

Idk, I was a little funny after 2 vodka spiked punches so

198. Were you a part of any academic clubs in high school or college?

Certainly yes, Technology Student Association, Beta club, Book club

199. Have you ever given a public speech, aside from your schooling?

I did the sermon one Sunday at church, but I’m not a big fan of public speaking

200. How long have you been on tumblr?

5 years in november! (God thats awful)

@officieel i did it bastard

[nervousatthenightclub]

Get to Know Me Tag

Tagged by the amazing @sadienita (I love the fact you put H20 as one of your favorite shows)

Rules: Tag 10 followers you want to get to know better!

Star sign: cancer

Height: 5’1

Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 4 songs:

Summer time high time - cuco

Sleeping on the floor - bear hands

Burning man - watt

Turn up the music - got7

Grab the nearest book next to you, turn to page 23, what is line 17?:

“A ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpent,

a wolf”

Ever had a song or poem written about you?:

Probably not

When was the last time you played air guitar?:

Never?? I don’t think I’ve ever done it

What’s a sound you hate? One you love?:

Hate: the sound of those notebooks/

textbook covers that are like textured for

people to scratch on

Love: Laughter

Do you believe in ghosts?:

No. Idfw Ouija boards and stuff cause i

don’t want bad mojo, but I don’t believe in

that form of afterlife

Do you believe in aliens?:

Absolutely, too many planets for there not

to be

Do you drive? If so have you crashed?:

Yes. I haven’t but now that I said that I feel

like it’s gonna happen

Do you like the smell of gasoline?:

No, it makes me nauseous and I also hate

the process of getting gas, so it’s really just

a lose-lose

What’s the last movie you’ve seen?:

Dumb: the story of big brother. I know the

classification of documentaries as movies

is iffy but I can’t think of a single movie I’ve

watched recently

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?:

Probably when I tripped over a box and

sprained my ankle and made it worse by

running a mile

Do you have any obsessions right now?:

Coming up with ideas for studies, like new

ones keep popping up in my mind. The

office made a resurgence into my life and I

keep watching those Lineup videos. Really

into otters and beavers rn

Do you tend to hold grudges?:

Absolutely, I never forget and that will be

my ultimate demise

In a relationship?: Nope

(Second tag)

First name - Jordan

Last name - identity theft is not a joke Jim

Height - still 5’1

Age - 20

Hair color - dirty blonde

Favorite fruit - banana

Favorite season - winter (cold, Christmas, comfort)

Favorite animal - cats (but I love every animal)

Favorite fictional character - Courage (the cowardly dog) or Dewey (Malcolm and the middle)

Favorite tv show - Seinfeld, Bates Motel, Big Brother, The Challenge (I watch too much tv to pick one)

Favorite color - yellow

Dog or cat person - cat

Tumblr crush - nope

Dream trip - Papua New Guinea

Post your most recent selfie - me and tumblr ain’t on that level

I’ll tag: @snowflakechanhee @jinslefteyebrow @checkin-london @minghoesonly @cause-im-a-pilot-anywhere @mochijooniee @starsandfelix @jichangminy @semiloyaltrash @babyonq (you don’t have to do it but have fun if you do)

[occasional-otter]

🖊 Otter

A perfect bean... 

I always wanted a cartoon character...like an actual cartoon being a cartoon. I love creating random designs for Pokemon and give them psychical quirks and a ‘Toon being a ‘Toon was a perfect idea. 

I usually gave Oshawott pie shape eyes and decided that he looked great with it and since I love Cuphead and Bendy and the Ink Machine, I thought it was great!

I gave him an egg to take care of cause I thought that’d be a dumb idea and love the fact of having a toon making babies. But the reason why I made him was because Oshawott is slowly becoming my favorite Pokemon. I think this is cause I have to draw him a lot, but I liked him before cause of a video I saw on Youtube called “Oshawott and Coffee” by Sapphire Luna.

@ask-the-flying-eevee