#our little genius

[fredandginger64]

Good morning, my Jer people. Isn't he just beautiful?

[parisoonic]

You’ll get what you're given.

[demaparbat-hp]

The Crew is boisterous and loud, full of traitors, inside jokes, and secrets. The scum of the Fire Nation. The forgotten tiles on the Empire's Pai Sho board. The ones who change the game.

But most importantly—they're a family. And no matter how much they complain about their boss (teenage menace that he is), they'll do anything for their Prince.

Anything.

.

The Crew is the heart and soul of my fic For the Spirits. No one really knows just how important they will be to the story...how important they already are.

[saltpepperbeard]

“Our Blackbeard is a legend, a lover, a fighter, a tactical genius, a poetic soul, and quite possibly insane.”

[new-york-no-shoes]

Once again thinking about what an insane privilege it is to get added context and depth about our favorite pieces of art- and in turn added context and depth surrounding who Taylor was at that time, what she was grappling with, and strategically missing pieces of the stories that made her who she is today. It’s WILD ! With every rerecord I feel more grateful and more in awe. Like what other fans in history have ever experienced anything remotely like this!?

[lady-raziel]

hilarious that with each new day that passes a new bit of dirt from JD Vance's past gets discovered and plastered over the internet...it's almost as if this is why presidential campaigns have always announced their running mates well before the convention...so that if glaring issues with a candidate came to light quickly there would be time to replace them on the ticket before they were officially locked in...it's almost as if certain things in political campaigns were done for a reason, donald...because the very same critical failures had happened before...but no i'm sure you and your guys attempt to recreate a fantasy version of history while ignoring all the reasons that history was a disaster will work this time...because you are built different and the 10000th time trying fascism will work like a charm...

[peach-princess-snz]

Do you like:

- self-centered flamboyant models who happen to be possessed by demons? - sad golden retriever men who happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time? - watching strong characters break down to their most vulnerable state?

Boy do I have a snzfic for you! It's a mix of "enemies to lovers", whump, a sickfic, and lots of rich-people bullshit. Naturally, we will have allergies later on because I cannot overlook my favorite trigger >:3

E+M - Part 1.

Tags and CW: sneezing, colds, mention of a dying cat, m+m. (mini)chapters I and II - short character intro. Snz starts in ch. III

I. 

Eyes. Staring at him from every direction, surrounding him, burning him with red flames flickering in their pupils. He tries to get up, but his body feels numb. There's a lifeless body of a young man next to him. Scorched clothes expose delicate white skin, fractured like cracked porcelain by deep wounds oozing with liquid gold, overflowing, spilling on the concrete and solidifying on contact. Silver steam is rising from the gold liquid, and the man's skin is getting blistered around it. He wants to help the man, but he can't move. The eyes around him tremble and move closer, trapping him inside their circle. The dead man slowly opens his eyes, and the blinding golden light explodes from underneath his cracked eyelids, incinerating everything in sight with a deafening roar of the flames. 

Ethan jolted awake with a sharp gasp. He was covered in cold sweat, and his heart was pounding in his chest. The fire still roared in his ears, drowning out the shrieking sound of his own voice. Ethan closed his eyes and saw flashes of red and yellow, as if he was still inside the raging flames. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in his small bedroom, surrounded by comforting darkness and familiar silhouettes of his furniture.

II.

"Good morning, how are you doing today?" Ethan entered a brightly-lit room and tugged on his teal scrub, straightening the wrinkles. "Hope you didn't have to wait too long.”

"Good morning, Dr. Nichols!"

A young man jumped up from his chair on the other side of the room and waltzed toward Ethan, casually tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear, his heels clicking against the floor with a loud staccato. 

"Pleasure to meet you. You can call me Marcel.” He shot Ethan a dazzling smile and extended a hand toward him. Ethan reluctantly accepted the invitation, startled by such a warm welcome to his own examination room. 

"So, how is she doing?" Ethan said, approaching a steel table in the middle of the room with a small calico cat sitting on top of it. He gently stroked the cat's hair, and she purred with delight. The cat looked at Ethan with its amber eyes and meowed in a raspy voice, as if asking what he was doing there.

"She's a good cat," Marcel leaned against the examination table, which slightly moved under his weight, making the cat jerk backwards clumsily, her paws sliding on the sleek surface. 

"I would ask you to not do that, please."

Marcel gave Ethan a surprised look but complied with the request. Ethan scratched the cat behind her ears, noting that her hair was a little brittle, and her small body felt frail as she slumped into his hands. 

"How old is Cat?" he asked, checking the notes left by the nurse. 

Marcel twisted a lock of his long black hair, pondering the question. "About 10 years? Maybe 15?"

"You don't know?"

"Oh, of course not! I just found her."

"You just found her?"

"Well," Marcel chuckled, looking at Ethan through half-closed eyelids, "not right this moment, but I found her on the street, and she followed me, so I took her home. It was 5 years ago, I think?.."

The cat looked like she was very old, likely older than 15 years, and Ethan felt a knot in his stomach as she clumsily pushed her head into his hands, purring. 

"Has she been eating lately? Have you checked her litter box? Does she have her vaccinations?"

"Oh, she's not a trouble at all," Marcel clasped his hands together, intertwining his long fingers, adorned with gold rings. "Do you have cats, Dr. Nichols?"

Ethan looked up from the notes and met Marcel's gaze, full of genuine curiosity. Ethan turned back to the nurse's notes. 

"Err, no. I don't." Ethan hesitated, considering if he should provide an explanation, but Marcel seemed satisfied with the short answer. 

"How has she been doing lately? Any changes in her habits? Food? Litter box?" Ethan repeated. 

"She has stopped eating two days ago, and the housekeeper has been complaining that she'd been making messes. What do you make of it?"

The calico cat let out another raspy meow, looking at Ethan with her big glossy eyes. Ethan felt his chest compress, squeezing the air out of his lungs. He didn't reply to Marcel and proceeded to check the cat's vitals. Her body felt limp, and no matter how hard Ethan tried to look, he couldn't find what he was searching for. Cat was dying of old age. Ethan looked at the chart left by the nurse in hopes of finding contradictions to his prognosis. 

"What was her name, you said?"

"Well, she's umm… cat," Marcel replied, yawning. 

Ethan sighed and petted Cat once again. What he was about to do was never easy, and he dreaded the feeling of helplessness that overcame him every time he had to deliver the news. 

“Marcel, your cat is dying. I'm sorry... There's nothing you could have done, she's had a long life. I... I'm so sorry."

Marcel stared at him, dumbfounded. He stopped playing with his jewellery and blinked slowly, as if he was processing Ethan's words. 

"I see," he finally said in a flat voice. "Thank you, Dr. Nichols. Do I pay at the front desk?"

Now it was Ethan's turn to be stunned. "Do you want to say goodbye to her? There's nothing I can do, but she... she will appreciate you being there in her final moments. We can make it quick, she won't feel pain."

"Oh, no worries at all. Dr. Nichols, thank you so much for taking care of her! It's been a pleasure." Marcel gave him a look that was supposed to indicate sincere gratitude. 

"Are you just going to leave her here?" the words came out louder than Ethan intended, and he exhaled sharply. 

"She is dying, right?" Marcel cocked his head. He was already at the door, holding onto the door handle. His gold jewellery jingled, and his heels clicked rhythmically as he stopped to reply.

Ethan nodded. 

"Have a wonderful day, Dr. Nichols!~"

Ethan could hear Marcel happily greeting Donna, the receptionist at the clinic. His voice was cheerful, and Ethan heard him laugh like he just got a latte on the house and was playfully denying the gift. 

Ethan scooped the cat into his arms and pressed her to his chest, trying to calm his own pounding heart.

III

"Goood morning, Dr. Nichols!~ How are you doing today?"

Ethan was having a good day until he heard a familiar voice. Marcel was sitting in the examination room with his legs crossed and his arms resting on the armrests with a hedonistic grace. He was wearing a black mock-turtleneck with a small heart-shaped opening on his chest, black leather boots with gold spikes, and black leather pants. He was covered in gold hoops and chains from head to toe. His black hair was gathered in a loose high ponytail, and his cheeks were blushed. Marcel brushed the side of his hand under his nose and sniffled, then leaned back into the chair. 

"Good morning," Ethan sighed, feeling his neck muscles tensing up in a painful knot. He thought he was done with this man two days ago. What did he want now? 

"I hope my visit is not too much trouble. I can only imagine how busy your schedule must be." Marcel brought his hand back to his nose and rubbed it vigorously. He noticed Ethan's amused look and continued, "Ah, do you like my outfit? I just returned from a photoshoot with T.A.H.R."

And picked up another cat on your way, Ethan thought.

"How did you know?"

Shit! I didn't mean to say it out loud!

Marcel rubbed his nose again, this time in a vertical motion from the bridge to the tip, which was getting a pink hue similar to his cheeks.

"Are you feeling alright? Should I open the window? There was a puppy before you, if that's bothering you."

"Ah, no worries, it is quite alright. I'm just coming down with a cold," Marcel said nonchalantly, as if he was declining a complimentary mint at a restaurant. 

"Are you sure you should be here right now?" Getting sick was the last thing Ethan needed in his already exhausting week. 

"Of course, Dr. Nichols!" Marcel said with a spark in his eyes. "I insist that you have a look at this little guy. I won't be in your way." He got up and pushed his chair to the other end of the room, then sat down, leaned back, and intertwined his fingers. 

Ethan contemplated ordering the man to wear a mask or go home, but then he noticed a little ball of fluff trying to get off the examination table all by himself. Marcel coughed into his hand, oblivious. Ethan rushed to the table and caught the fluff just in time as the kitten's claws scratched against the metal in a failed attempt to grab the edge. Ethan shot a glance at Marcel who was staring at the ceiling in a daze, his lips, covered in glittery lip gloss, slightly parted. Ethan was about to say something he was going to regret later, when Marcel's eyes snapped shut, and he jolted forward with a loud “Eh-TSCHHoo!!”, barely muffled into the crook of his arm. Marcel shook his head. "Wooo, bless me!"

No manners, Ethan thought to himself. 

"My apologies," Marcel added with a demure smile, looking into Ethan's eyes. He reached up and pulled on his hair tie, letting his long hair spill down in soft waves. He brought the hair tie up to his lips and bit down on it. As Ethan held the small fluff ball in his arms, Marcel proceeded to comb through his hair with his fingers. Gold jewellery shimmered in the dark waterfall cascading down his shoulders.

He was handsome, Ethan thought. And young, must be in his early twenties. A spoiled brat of rich parents toying with animals like they were his property. 

Still holding the hair tie in his teeth, his hands up in the air gripping his hair, Marcel absent-mindedly looked up. His upper lip curled as his nose twitched, and he inhaled sharply through his teeth.

“hh… hih… Ah-TSCHHew! Hh… Ah-tkSCHHew!”

His head snapped down, launching the hair tie onto the floor and spraying tiny glistening droplets all over his black turtleneck and leather pants. Marcel blinked rapidly, not letting go of his hair, then let out a small sigh. He reached down for the hair tie and tucked his hair in a high ponytail, then tugged on the strands to loosen them up. He brought a hand up to his nose and dabbed his nostrils on his index finger.

"Excuse me! Please don't mind me." Marcel exclaimed.

Ethan disregarded his statement and turned his attention to the kitten. He placed the ball of fluff onto the examination table and checked his mobility and physical condition. The kitten was completely healthy, but Ethan didn't trust Marcel to take care of him. 

"Hh… Hup-TSHHhew!.. Excuse me! I, uh... huh... Hh-aTSCHew!!.. Phew..." Marcel slumped against the back of his chair and pressed the back of his hand against the reddened tip of his nose. He sniffled wetly. 

"Do you need a tissue?" Ethan grabbed a box of CleanX from the counter and held it in his hand. 

"Thank you, Dr. Nichols! How considerate of you!" Marcel's heels clacked on the tiled floor, and he graciously accepted the offer, clasping the entire box in his fingers. Ethan noticed that his nails were painted black. 

Marcel returned to his chair, scooting it closer to Ethan and the kitten. He settled the CleanX on his lap, pulled out a tissue, and blew his nose with a squelching sound. He folded the tissue and delicately dabbed it to his reddened nostrils. Ethan proceeded with his usual monologue: the kitten is healthy, here's his vaccination schedule, you'll need to get him microchipped and registered... 

"Have you taken care of kittens before?" Ethan asked, concluding his speech. 

Marcel put the soaked tissue down and leaned forward toward Ethan. "To be completely honest, no. This is my first time. But when I saw this little baby on my way home, I just knew it. It needed me, and I needed him. You know, Dr. Nichols, I never understood people who gifted pets or treated them like –"

"Kittens require a lot of attention and care, Marcel. Do you have the time necessary to provide it?"

Marcel thought for a second, then his eyes took on a relaxed expression and he smiled. He opened his mouth to reply, but Ethan suddenly realized that he didn't want to hear whatever the man had to say. Not after he left his cat to die and waltzed off without a care in the world. And now he wanted to take care of a kitten?!

"Did you at least name him?"

"I –"

"Why did you take him with you?" Ethan took a step forward and was now towering above Marcel. His voice was calm, but his eyes were glowing with quiet rage.

Marcel didn't reply. His face went blank, and he looked at his clasped hands. Ethan followed his gaze and saw that Marcel’s hands were shaking, and his palms were covered in small pink blisters that looked like a rash. Marcel slowly raised his head, looking past Ethan in the distance. His eyes lost their glow and seemed to darken, his cheeks were flushed, and his reddened nostrils glistened with mucus. He looked like a sick dog, and Ethan suddenly felt bad for how he treated this man who was obviously much younger than him and didn't know any better. Marcel blinked a couple of times, as if trying to wake himself up. 

"I apologize, doctor! I must have spaced out," he chuckled, and his eyes went back to their familiar caramel color. "Thank you so much for having a look at my little friend here! We shall be going now. I would hate to take up any more of your time."

Marcel got up and smiled at Ethan. His face looked bright again, except for a slight blush on the tip of his nose. Ethan felt as if Marcel's hands twitched as he took the kitten, but Ethan couldn't say for sure. 

"I hope you have a wonderful day, Dr. Nichols!" Marcel sniffled again and exited the room, holding the kitten in one hand and the CleanX in the other.

[wastingyourgum]

Hear me out, Our Flag fandom: we laughed at this being another instance of the David Jenkins School of Historical Accuracy, but Ed is right, it is a leap year - and I'll explain why...

Our story starts in the summer of 1717, a few months before this fateful night. Stede's initial "raid" on the fishing boat in the very first episode takes place on June 3rd ("an excellent day").

Now, 1717 is not divisible by 4 and therefore is NOT a leap year...

However...

Prior to the British "Calendar (New Style) Act" of 1750, New Year's Day was not January 1st but March 25th. So this September 1st is in 1717 as was June 3rd and as was the March 25th before that but the day before that, March 24th, was in 1716 and 1716 is divisible by 4 so it would have been a leap year, so there would have been an extra day added on February 29th, 7 months before this night!

Ed is right! It's a leap year! (He's also spent 7 months being 1 day off but the man was bored and he's pretty so cut him some slack!)

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[ratatatastic]

happy we love defending our teammates around here from mr aj "thats one of the biggest things is im very loyal to my teammates and no ones going to take liberties and take any cheap shots towards my teammates" greer

if youd like to know what caused aj to go after kastelic its because of two hits on adam and jesper that happen within 7 seconds of each other and while casters were quick to note the jesper hit they never mentioned kastelic basically riding adam near the benches hard not even a few seconds before that and those within tandem is what makes aj go enoughs enough! and shed his gloves

there has to be something so funny about jesper and uvis hovering nearby as aj just (insert the dog eating cabbage angrily video)

despite wrastling the shit out of a guy aj wants more and honestly a perfect addition to our kitty lineup!! oh delightful little cat!!

boston bruins @ florida panthers | 10.8.24

[sunburstsky]

So in this last episode we had confirmed:

1. Indri, who 2/3rds of the party is infatuated with, is Big BAD Lady in a very real way and can call down the memories of stars, including the ones shining into her library

2. If you “flee” (and i just feel that the definition of that might be a little squishy in this specific scenario) *within a mile* of Grimore, you are as good as dead

oh this is DELICIOUS

[fredandginger64]

Jerry and Patti on the set of "The Bellboy", 1960

I just watched this for the first time and I'm even more in awe of our Jer. Its like a little Jerry whirlwind. Jerry never disappoints. He was a genius in every sense of the word.

[earlgreycoffee5]

makes me so happy for some reason when in fics wolfstar is portrayed as sirius being a rare genius and remus being a traditional prodigy. like they're both smart as fuck, qualified as fuck, talented as fuck BUT neither of them thinks they're better than the other NOR CAN THAT COMPETITION BETWEEN THEMSELVES BE VALID BC THEYRE BOTH SUCCESSFUL AT THEIR OWN THING. I love that man

this is totally coming from like "liebestraum" pov btw by lunchbucket (on ao3, shoutout out to lunchbucket such a talented author I've read all their fics)

[goodins]

I present: A Two Foot Tall, Homemade Cardboard Cutout of Dr. Cox and a Meme That I Spent Way Too Long Making

@gaarythehooman (a fellow maker of the cutout)

@hypothetically-enemies-to-lovers (my sister, who inspired the meme)

[ginalinettiofficial]

played the game ok boomer at my family party today, ended up explaining to a room of ~20 of my relatives what fanfiction is so they could understand the question, “in fanfiction, what does AU stand for?”. and then the card’s definition of “AU” was wrong so i also had to get into the concept of “canon”.

can u believe. in front of my whole family. a room full of people, aged 3 to 80. all staring at me intently as i explain the difference between an alternate universe and canon divergence. at one point my mom was like “daina i think we get it” and a cousin and two aunts were like “wait no we’re interested please continue” and i had to say to my own mother in front of god and my i am kenough sweatshirt “sorry but unlike you the rest of them DON’T have to listen to me talk about fanfiction on the regular”. my uncle is a retired judge. my one cousin worked for the federal government in a job that was so classified that for years he literally couldn’t legally tell us about ANYTHING he was working on. and today those men sat and patiently listened to me define “coffee shop AU”.

also, not one, not two, but THREE of the answers for the young folks, i knew solely because they were either plot points on stranger things or they were things i found out whilst reading stranger things fanfics. and then i was the only person in our age bracket (10 people, ranging from ages 9 to 42) that knew who anne rice was, and had to explain yet again that the reason i had this knowledge was because… fanfic.

it was surreal. also my aunt, aged 68, may or may not begin attempting to read fanfic now because, according to her, “there are so many stories where there are these small side characters and i’d just KILL to hear their backstory or like what was going through their minds during the main action!” i’m very happy for her. today was wild.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Lmfaooo I know I already yapped my way into ur inbox earlier but. Sighhhh aroace reader has been on my mind again and I’m literally screaming clutching my torso rolling around on the floor crying thinking about it no joke <///333

I think that aroace reader + stsg comes with SO much comedic potential I physically cannot 😭😭 especially with reader who’s pretty much romance averse with satosugu (secretly) being their exception… like maybe shoko and utahime end up talking about their love lives and ask reader about THEIR love life and reader just deadpans “oh I don’t do romance. Doesn’t interest me” and satosugu (particular toru) are just like “….🙁ok but but but but but but-“ LMFAOO BUT THIS ALSO WORKS WITH READER WHOS COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF HOW STSG FEEL ABOUT THEM DESPITE IT BEING OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE ELSE???? imagine being with them out in public, being all affectionate n shit and then a cashier asks “oh are you guys dating? :)” and before either of them can get a word in ur just like “oh no, we’re just close friends haha!!! I know it looks like we do but none of us having feelings for each other at all haha!!!!” And they just look so fucking dejected like satorus shoulders slump and he puts on such a babyish pout…… and sugus just nodding and smiling along (he’s trying not to start screaming and crying on the floor) or maybe someone comes up to you and asks for your number before noticing suguru with his arm wrapped around your waist and satoru who’s got his arm around your shoulders and is looking at you like you hung the stars with your bare hands n the person is like “oh sorry I didn’t notice you guys are dating!!!” But reader is just like “huh?? No we’re not dating u can have my number!!” LMFAOOO I CAN SEE SATORU PULLING THIS FACE

They’re so funny I actually cannotttt 😭😭😭 another thing that’s been on my mind is that if sugu didn’t leave and stsg + reader sorted out their feelings for each other, they could all be teen parents to little Megumi ☹️☹️ satoru gets some money from his rich aah family (cause no way they aren’t rich cmon he was spoiled as a kid) and buys a nice apartment for you all, maybe somewhere by the sea… firm believer that suguru is the mother of all time like. He absolutely makes pancakes with syrup and blueberries and whatever else for u all in the morning……. U guys wake up early in the morning sometimes when it’s still a little dark with Megumi in his tiny little raincoat and take him out for walks by the beach….. collecting pretty rocks and seashells….. megumis dogs swimming in the ocean and satoru skipping stones while sugu reminds him not to go too close incase the tide comes in unexpectedly and he gets his shoes soaked…… I gotta stop myself now or else I’ll go on the lengthiest sugu rant you’ve ever seen but. You get the idea. Sugu being a caretaker mommy for one actual baby and one baby that’s actually a tall pouty bastard that’s so insufferably charming <//333 and you ofc!!! (His favourite baby) (joke he adores you all equally) (even if he lovingly pretends satoru is his least favourite)

HAAHHAAAAA I SERIOUSLY CANT STOP THINKING AB THEM I NEED HELP 😭😭😭 AS ALWAYS I HOPE UR DOING ALRIGHT N TAKING CARE OF URSELF!!! AND ARIIIII the merman sugu asks you’ve been getting have actually been making me laugh my ass off everytimeeeee 😭😭 sugu flopping around like a seal and hating all humans except reader is so fucking funny to me like he’s just straight up dissing the human race but just looks you dead in the eyes and says “but you’re one of the good ones” GOODBYEEEEE 💀💀💀 ANYWAYS HOW HAVE U BEEN???? UP TO ANYTHING INTERESTING??? :3 🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤 gives u a flower + pancakes (sugu made them) u deserve it mwah mwah hope ur ok <333 🌷🥞

OLLIEEEEEE IT’S ALWAYS GREAT TO SEE U IN MY INBOX DW !!! we are yapping together 🫂🫂

PHDJDGDHDH THIS CONCEPT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME I HOPE U KNOW THAT 😭😭…. aroace!reader makes us all insane god bless. u are so REAL for mentioning the comedic potential bc it’s literally so beautiful….. i think i’m biased towards this option:

reader who’s pretty much romance averse with satosugu (secretly) being their exception… like maybe shoko and utahime end up talking about their love lives and ask reader about THEIR love life and reader just deadpans “oh I don’t do romance. Doesn’t interest me” and satosugu (particular toru) are just like “….🙁ok but but but but but but-“

IT’S JUST SOOOO FUNNY AND SWEET…. but i think stsg would also be so smug abt being reader’s exceptions 😭😭 losers. lovesick fools. utahime is just like… don’t you and those idiots have a thing 🤨🤨 and reader just goes well yeah but that’s different. they’re satoru and suguru. <- as if it’s just the most obvious thing in the world and stsg are sitting there all quiet and smug….. mentally squealing……… idk i just lovelovelove the idea of reader being very blunt with their emotions because they just don’t view romance in the same way others would and it flusters stsg Every Single Time. they used to always daydream abt being teasing bfs and making them flustered by acting all lovey-dovey but as it turns out they’re the ones who keep getting caught off guard by reader….

this is rlly just a random thought but. i’m just imagining them in the future, living together, not necessarily labelled in any way but they very much Love each other… suguru is smoking by the balcony late at night (he’s planning on quitting bc he doesn’t want to worry his babies <3) while satoru & reader are keeping him company… and reader just casually mentions that they want to live with stsg forever. that they’re happiest like that and don’t ever want it to end. and they’re just bluntly telling the truth but suguru and satoru are genuinely Losing It bc????? did we just get proposed to ????????? satoru is oddly quiet bc he’s trying to stop himself from blushing and suguru just clears his throat and tells reader that they feel the same way ….. but he’s not nearly as suave as usual bc he is in fact getting choked up LMAOO i love them sm they’re so silly ….. T—T

ok but back to ur lovely thoughts !!!! the idea of aroace!reader being oblivious is also rlly charming to me 😭😭 SATORU MAKING THAT FACE LMAO HE SOOO WOULD ……. i picture suguru just kinda twitching lol like he’s trying sooo hard to keep it together but a part of him kinda wants to kiss reader all over their pretty face so that they get the message. (jokes on him bc reader would somehow still assume that it was just … platonic kissing … just kissing the homies goodnight …..) sigh. it’s tough out here for stsg BUT i think they’d also be really endeared by it …… their oblivious lil reader….

AND WAHHHHH LIL BABY GUMI 🥺🥺🥺🥺 OLLIEEEE YOU’RE KILLING ME a nice house by the sea…….. taking walks by the beach…… and . mommy sugu ..,, our lord and saviour ……. makes u breakfast every morning and wakes u up by kissing u :(((( lets u cling to him while he cooks .. sighhhh. sigh sigh sigh. being a househusband could’ve fixed him idc 😔😔

Sugu being a caretaker mommy for one actual baby and one baby that’s actually a tall pouty bastard that’s so insufferably charming <//333 and you ofc!!! (His favourite baby) (joke he adores you all equally) (even if he lovingly pretends satoru is his least favourite)

AND THISSSS PLS u know the way to my heart….. caretaker mommy sugu 🥺🥺🥺 he would thrive off taking care of his babies like truly. he’s the Mother ever. and now he has one lil baby to Actually Mother and two overgrown babies to coddle and tease…… his dream life tbh. now i’m just imagining reader, toru & gumi waking sugu up on mother’s day to celebrate LMAOO they made a cake and everything….. he’s exasperated but secretly very touched :’3 maybe tears up a lil later when he’s looking at the world’s best mommy <3 cup u guys bought him LOL he’s such a sap …..

AND ARIIIII the merman sugu asks you’ve been getting have actually been making me laugh my ass off everytimeeeee 😭😭 sugu flopping around like a seal and hating all humans except reader is so fucking funny to me like he’s just straight up dissing the human race but just looks you dead in the eyes and says “but you’re one of the good ones” GOODBYEEEEE 💀💀💀

PHDJDJJD NO BECAUSE SAMEEEE i still have a couple more mer!sugu asks to get to actually… they’re all so great…… my anons have converted me fully into a mer!sugu stan and now i can’t stop thinking abt him 😭😭 HE’S SOOOO FUNNY U GET IT COMPLETELY LIKE …. he’s just a grumpy little seal man ……. ”you’re one of the good ones” NO BC LITERALLY!! THAT’S HOW HE FEELS…… reader is his emotional support human <33 he doesn’t like anyone else and WILL consider drowning anyone who gives them trouble but then reader gives him a Look and he’s like. sigh. 😒😒😒 you’re no fun. <-… he’s insane actually BUT WE LOVE HIM <33333 silly lil fishy !!

WAHHH URE SO SWEET OLLIE 😭😭🥺🥺 thank u for the flowers and sugu’s pancakes…….. i am munching on them gratefully…… here are some nice sunflowers ���🌻🌻 and croissants 🥐🥐🥐 for u <333 I’M DOING WELLL trying to catch up on asks + cooking up a lil sashisu/reader thingie.. 👀👀 i haven’t been able to post fics as regularly bc of uni but hopefully i can get it out by next weekend :33 and thennnn i think i’ll focus on mer!sugu…

ANYWAY WHAT ABT U ???? how have u been ?? tell me tell me 🎤🎤…… i hope it’s sunny wherever u are, here it’s still cold n gray T—T but spring will be with us soon … stay strong …….

[trinitite-princess]

Okay, hear me out.

Y’know how Reesh is really insistent on referring to himself as “Richard ZK?”

ZK was the abbreviation for “Zentralkomitee,” aka the highest tier of the SED back in East Germany.

Did…did this clever motherfucker turn his wholeass stagename into a slap at Erich Honecker et al.?

Because that’s fucking AMAZING and I love him even more now if that’s even possible.