#return of 4eva

[musictyme]

Big K.R.I.T. - King's Blues

[gold333ngirl]

mad girl missing melbourne march 😖

[lovehotelreservation]

chapter one: hi it's me you're all in danger summary: worldwide fame and a political tie or two has you--one of the biggest pop stars around--in dire need of reliable protection. thankfully you have four ex-military retirees to entrust your wellbeing to. but what happens when that protection turns possessive? rating: pg-13 (rating will increase across certain chapters) pairing: f!reader/task force 141

as a longtime charli xcx fan, can't say i expected my brat autumn to be spent writing about the cod mfs 😭😭

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10 AM. London. Shangri-La. Hotel bar.

Somehow, being surrounded by opulence, prestige, and elegance made particular four men currently seated in the back of the space feel a bit out of place.

But they were here on a mission.

Or rather, a job now.

The days of being out on the field in camo fatigues were of the past. Now they were all seated together in suits–black and white, jacket, tie, pants and polished shoes–gin and lemon water on the table.

There was a bit of restlessness in the air and it was starting to spill out in the conversations shared amongst the four.

“Simon, would it literally kill ya to show yer mouth, man? Dae ya want the lass to think yer sick as a first impression?”

“A bit of mystery could be fun, no?”

“Are ya Scooby fuckin’ Doo or somethin?!”

“Johnny, can you keep it down? Your mohawk’s already gotten us enough looks as it is.”

“And what’s so wrong with a lil’ business casual, Kyle?!”

“Can you muppets keep it down!?”

The harsh lash of Price’s tongue had postures straightened and lips hushed.

With a sigh, he brought his fingers to his temple, wondering how he managed to save the world over and over again with these three. Still, his eyes flickered to his watch as he checked the time, a conversation from a month ago coming to mind.

“Price.”

A hand was extended out to him. Fluorescent lights at the American embassy in Paris hung above. Murmurs of French and English lingered in the air as the day proceeded.

Price grinned, returning the exchange with a firm handshake. “Miller. Good to see you standing, old friend.”

Moments later the conversation was held at Miller’s office, a familiar place during the times Price had visited. What stood out to him most was the newly framed photo of Miller and his blushing bride, Priscilla.

A miraculous matrimony all things considered.

Miller, an American ambassador. Priscilla, an activist whose loud and mighty voice helped push for change within socio-political and environmental spaces.

It wasn’t as if it was absolutely impossible for the two to meet–rather, it was just the fact they met after being held hostage alongside other world leaders and activists during a goodwill gala held at Berlin. Terror wished to deliver a haunting message to all of the world, with similar sieges held at other massive events, but thankfully the work of 141 and other allies blocked the reception.

Price glanced down at Miller’s desk, where a few pictures of a glamorous woman were splayed across files: a pop star by the name of Dollface. Formerly part of beloved girl group 4EVA, now setting the music scene alight with impeccable music production, godly vocals, and captivating choreography.

Or so he’s heard.

Right beside her was a clipped out headline from a newspaper:

Glastonbury Saved! Tragedy Averted from Terrorist Threat!

A job well done–courtesy of a certain phantom soldier.

“–I know your days of military campaigns are over, but this has been tearing Priscilla apart,” Miller sighed morosely. “While I know this is the fault of no one and she understands that change in the world comes at a cost, the fact that terrorists would target her niece’s festival performance has been haunting her.”

“Revolution does not come easy, that’s for certain,” Price mused as he glanced over at his friend’s face with an affirming nod. “Even so, it’s something still worth fighting for.”

Miller sighed out in agreement. “Of course.”

“So then.” Adjusting his posture, Price then continued, his tone light, “What can I and a few recently retired soldiers do for you, mate?”

His shoulders relaxing, Miller then reached down for one of the photos of the pop star, pushing it over towards Price. “Watch her. Protect her, please. She’s been an anxious mess ever since Glastonbury.” Gazing down at the newspaper headline clipping, he continued, “Her career’s at such a critical point and her first solo world tour’s been delayed enough as it is. Pressure’s everywhere–label, fans, the media. I know she wants more than anything to finally move forward. But–”

Gingerly picking up the photo, Price took in every single detail of the woman.

Of you.

Turning his focus back to Miller, he grinned, brows raising. “A bit of Price Protection and Co. could do wonders, yeah?”

“You’d be doing miracles, friend” was the response received, along with a vigorous nod.

Price held out his hand.

“It’s a deal.”

And now, the gang was all here, even though the gang was currently driving Price up the wall. Still, if there was anyone who he trusted to get the job done on behalf of a dear old friend, it was Gaz, Ghost, and Soap.

Or rather, from here on out: Kyle, Simon and Johnny.

It didn’t hurt that the gig paid quite handsomely–your label desperately wanted you to get back on stage one way or another. Since the Glastonbury incident, you’ve since been spending your days in London, far too afraid to leave anywhere. The plan was to slowly draw you out of your shell by planning all promotional endeavors around the UK before you would travel the world as intended.

Before any of that however, the first key matter of business is for the five of you to meet together.

10:15 AM. London. Shangri-La. Hotel bar.

“What do you lot think? Full glam or lowkey?” Kyle spoke up, now peering over to look at Johnny’s phone, who had brought up one of your music videos.

Price glanced over, seeing slick skin, big curls, gyrating hips, rouge lips, white heels, and sparkling eyes.

Such visuals were definitely not on Miller’s desk when discussing the job.

“Like right now?” Johnny queried back.

“Lowkey without question.” Simon folded his arms across his chest, his eyes peeking at Johnny’s phone, his expression reflective.

A sudden tap on the back of Price's shoulder just a moment later soon caught his attention. 

“Mr. Price…?”

He immediately turned back, the others following suit.

Johnny’s eyes widened, immediately switching off his phone to shove into his pocket.

Lowkey was correct.

A cap, oversized t-shirt with shorts hidden beneath, hair down, tennis shoes, a pair of sunglasses that were soon slipped off.

The contrast between who they saw on screen to who they were seeing now couldn’t be any more apparent.

Still, even by the way you stood before him, posture shrunken back slightly, eyes a bit downcast, voice softer than the usual bubbly vocals of your music, there was this grace, this aura that you exuded–one that spoke of a true bonafide performer rather than a mere average person.

Smiling warmly, Price held his hand out towards you for you to shake. “That would be me, dear.”

“Uncle Miller’s told me lots about you.” You smiled, bringing your hand up to take his.

So much smaller than his, he noted to himself, chuckling as he responded with, “I hope they’re my finer moments.”

Giggling in response, you affirmed, “As he said, only the best unclassified stuff. I’m Doll–” You quickly stopped yourself, opting to give your first name instead.

“Face pretty like a doll’s still,” Johnny murmured over to Kyle, who nodded in agreement.

Simon didn’t say anything but instead allowed his arms to rest by his sides, continuing to quietly observe you.

A world-renowned pop star with four former soldiers tasked to serve as her bodyguards.

Should be an easy enough job.

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thank you for reading !!! i know i tend to not really do multi-chapter pieces but idk the ghost of brat summer took over me after seeing a clip of soap and simon banter so i've been genuinely locked in with writing out this tale 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

subsequent chapters are going to be loosely tied together but i hope you enjoy my take on cod yumejo with this pop star otome 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

next chapter's up next friday !!! 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️

[petra-dot-png]

I thought about MSA for the first time in 4eva and I have returned with my awesome ability to put characters into a polycule Bonus Lewthur under the cut 💥💥💥

yay!

[cowgurrrl]

Strangers

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader (cowgirl!reader???)

Author’s note: goddammit is this gonna be a thing

Summary: Javi struggles to assimilate back into civilian life in Texas until an old friend returns [1.5k]

Warnings: Texas Javi my beloved, language, addictive tendencies, PTSD symptoms, Javi + Steve 4eva, reader has a brother, southernisms, pining, yeah there’s probably gonna be a part two 🙄

Javi really did try his best to leave Colombia and the ghosts that pricked at his memory every time he turned a familiar corner. He wanted to do better. He felt he had to. Too many people died for him to just throw away his chance at life, but the days were long and hot, and he was so fucking tired. The nicotine patches stopped working, and the bottle suddenly wasn't enough to convince himself he was doing what he was sent to do. That he was doing the right thing. That he was a good person. 

He expected the feeling to leave him once he left the imaginary borders of Colombia and returned to the northern valley. He thought working with his dad and getting his feet back under him after years of being pushed and pulled at Reagan's whim would feel better than shaking down teenagers for narco information. Of course, it didn't disappear in the cacti and hazy horizons of Loredo or the arms of his father. It's only been a couple of hours, Peña, he thought. Give it some time. Who knows? Blistering Texas sunsets might be good for burning the blood off his hands. 

Except everybody in his small town knew of his exploits in Latin America. They knew his name was plastered to boxes full of evidence against the cartel and then some. They knew Chucho's boy was some kind of fucked up veteran or hero or whatever they wanted to call him. He avoided going into town more than necessary when he first got home because of how often he got stopped. It didn't matter if he was going to the hardware store, HEB, or the mechanic. Somebody ended up talking to him about Escobar or Cali. He couldn't escape his past even thousands of miles away from it. The only good thing about his newfound fame was the free drinks people pushed his way in the shit hole bar just on the outskirts of town. 

He tells himself to slow down, what with the early mornings and long days he's working, but it'd be a dick move to turn down free drinks, right? Sometimes, Javi loses hours in the bar, betting money on pool, flirting with women passing through town, and telling war stories of the jungle and sicarios and whatever else comes spilling out of his loose lips. He tells himself he's coping the best way he knows how when he comes down for breakfast looking and feeling like shit, his hair practically wet from lingering cigarette smoke, but he knows better. 

His dad deals with Javi's vices the same way they dealt with his mother's death: inefficiently and without making a sound. The most Chucho does is shake his head and sigh when Javi comes stumbling in at some ungodly hour. What more could he do? Javi barely told his dad where he was in the world. How was he supposed to tell him what he'd done? What he saw? What he allowed? No, his dad can never know. It'll kill him. It'll kill Javi to retell. 

Sometimes, Javi will call Steve and ask about Connie and the kids, and they'll act like they're old school buddies and not tethered together through tragedy and white powder. Steve will ask him about his sleep, and Javi will give some bullshit answer which makes Steve laugh. "Yeah, me too," he says one time. "Woke the baby up the other night 'cause I was talkin' again. Don't even know what about. Isn't that fun?" Javi doesn't give much away. He never does, but sometimes, it's just nice to know he's not alone in his struggle to get back to normal. 

Javi is back in town for a full forty days before he finally stumbles across you. At first, he doesn't remember you or your first name. Your last name, however, rattles around his skull until he finally gets the courage to ask if he knows you as he stands in line at the store. "You look familiar." He says, making you laugh. 

"I'd hope so. You were practically livin' in my house in high school." You say, throwing him back to his high school baseball days, spending time either in the field or on the ranch with your older brother. You were a little bit younger than him— the daughter of a weathered cattle rancher— and only caught his attention when you were in the way or being an obnoxious teenager. Man, did you grow up pretty, he thinks. Suddenly, he's hyperaware of his sweaty hair, rumpled shirt, and god-awful farmer's tan. 

"Last I heard, you'd moved out of town," Javi says, crossing his arms over his chest and eyeing you carefully. The freckles dotting your face from all your time in the sun should be considered lethal, especially when you smile. 

"Last I heard, you were engaged." Just as you did then, you don't hold your punches. The jab doesn't hurt, but it does make him laugh, an embarrassed blush crawling up his neck.

"Alright, you got me there," he says. "How's your brother?"

"Good. Married Suzanna a few years ago, and now they've got some babies running around." 

"They live around here?"

"Dallas," you say. "Dillon thinks he's too good for us and decided to be a real estate agent out there instead."

"Sounds riveting," Javi says and you laugh. The line gets shorter and shorter as you talk, but he can't focus on anything but you. "And you? What's a pretty girl like you still doing in this shit hole?" Something behind your eyes flickers at the comment and you take a deep breath, suddenly all too aware of how hot it is today.

"Somebody's gotta get Daddy off the horse every once in a while."

"And what? Your mama can't do that for you?"

"She knows better than to keep tryin'. I'm just as stubborn as he is, so one of us'll win or give up before the other." 

"Well, my money's on you." He says easily. You stare at each other for a little bit longer than necessary before the clerk calls you by name to get your attention. Your items are scanned, bagged, and paid for all in the span of a few seconds. You have no reason to linger in the checkout aisle, but you do, rocking on your boots' heels just a little. 

"Don't be a stranger, Peña." You say, looking him over as if you're seeing him for the first time. 

"I don't think this town's big enough for that." He says, and you chuckle.

"No, I don't think so either," you say. "Tell your dad I said hi." With all your Southern hospitality, you turn and leave. Javi watches you go until the clerk calls his name and breaks him out of it. Well, that and the sound of something crashing to the floor makes him reach for a gun he doesn't carry anymore. His shoulders brace for an explosion, and he can't catch his breath. He stares at the box and the broken jars in it as a pissed-off employee storms off to find a broom. He scoffs. 

Javi has dealt with some of the most dangerous people in the world, and jams are what spike his adrenaline. 

He tries to shrug it off and pay the cashier, but his ears are still ringing, and his heart is still racing when he climbs back into his truck. Fucking jam. He tries to forget about it as he drives home. He wants to forget about it. He wants to think of anything else. 

If that happens to be your smile, the way your laugh fills the air, or the inconspicuous way you looked at him when he complimented you, it's just a coincidence. 

When he gets home, he's craving a drink or a cigarette or something more physical to get his mind off of what happened. His shoulders slump with the weight of memory and Chucho sees. He always sees. He just doesn't know the right way to fix it. 

"Y'know, uh… your friend you used to play baseball with?" He asks, seemingly out of nowhere, as Javi puts away the groceries. He furrows his brows and gives his dad a confused look.

"I had lots of friends I played baseball with."

"He was datin' that girl you went to Homecoming with when you were a freshman?" Of all the things his dad remembers, of course, it's that. Javi resists the urge to roll his eyes and grinds his teeth instead.

"Suzanna?" He asks and Chucho snaps his fingers in a way that tells him that was the right answer. "His name was Dillion. What about him?" 

"Well, his dad heard you're back in town and invited us over for a barbecue," he says nonchalantly and Javi scoffs. "I'm not sure how he didn't know, but you know that old fucker's always out doin' something. Somebody probably told him something or the other. Anyway, you can say no. I told him you were still adjustin'."

"I'll go," Javi agrees too fast. "Might be good to… get outta the house. Wouldn't wanna be a stranger." Chucho is surprised but not displeased with Javi's answer, and they leave it as is. 

It's just reintegrating into civilian life. It's just socializing. It's just a barbecue. It's not an interrogation or a raid. It's coping. 

Apparently, coping could be really fun if he plays his cards right.

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[ninyard]

i am in my renee and andrew besties 4eva era rn (when am i not honestly..) and was wondering if u have any headcanons u’d like to share about them? <3 i love ur brain dude!!

Here’s something:

After thanksgiving, when Andrew has returned from Easthaven, he invites Renee for a sparring session. Renee agrees, and everyone tells her to be careful, that he’s different, that he’s unmedicated and scary and if she thinks she’s in danger she needs to yell for help. She thanks them for their concern with a tight smile and tries to hold back an unfortunately bitter eye roll when her back turns to them. Her and Andrew find their way to wherever it is they usually spar - an empty room? A parking lot?

But when they get there, Andrew doesn’t start. He usually does, with some annoying move that almost always trips her up, but this time he stands in front of her with this blank and bored look in her eyes.

Are you okay? She thinks, but she knows she can’t say it out loud.

The thing about Renee and Andrew, in my opinion, why they work, is they each can recognise themselves in each other. Renee can read Andrew better than he probably thinks that she can, and she gathered a lot about his past purely from insinuations and little comments made here and there. I don’t think she knew who Drake was, but when she heard what happened, and she heard foster father, and she heard Luther’s name mentioned, she knows exactly what the history is there. Andrew doesn’t open up to her like he does to Bee or Neil, but he does share with her the scrapings off the top of his story. When she shared her past with him, she saw the look in his eyes, the shadow that passed over his gaze, and knew what had happened to him. She knew what his questioning meant, the curiosity he held over the things she'd been through. The pieces fit together perfectly, in her opinion, the pieces that told her exactly why Andrew trusted her so much once she'd told him.

“Good or bad?” Renee asks him. She’s talking about Easthaven, his time there, but he doesn’t quite catch on. He rolls his wrist in a circular motion to gesture for her to continue. “The hospital.��

“Bad,” he says. “They weren’t very good at their jobs.”

Renee feels her heart in her throat at his monotonous and unemotional delivery. She also sees that look in his eyes again, this time unsheltered and unprotected by the cloud of medicated mania that usually covered it up.

“Power trip or opportunity?” She asks.

She knows all too well how it feels to be poorly treated by medical staff or authorities as someone who frequently ran into both in her youth. Andrew seems to understand her question, and runs his finger over the lightly raised outline of a knife beneath his arm bands.

"Both and neither." Andrew says. His eyes are tired, and for just a moment Renee finds herself almost... startled? For just a moment, it feels as if she is looking into the eyes of a stranger, stood in front of him, with no smile on his face and no wild look in his eyes. Renee realises that she's never seen Andrew like this before.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asks, as she’s prepping herself or tying up her hair. She notices how he hesitates.

Andrew doesn’t say anything, but still he doesn’t pursue the start of a fight. He doesn’t step forward to start the session, so Renee doesn’t start either.

“I get it, if you wanted to,” Renee offers, and Andrew looks at her, and his face says I’m not sure that you do. “I know you’ll talk to Betsy. I’m just offering an ear if you need to get anything off your chest.”

“Are you against killing medical professionals?” He says as he shakes himself out to take position. Renee smiles as she matches him.

“I’m against killing anybody these days,” she laughs. “But no, not if they deserved it. Keep that one between us.”

They fight for a while, but Andrew runs out of energy slightly quicker than usual. Renee wishes she could see something in him, some answer, some feeling now that his feelings were finally his own again, but each time she catches his eyes she is only met with this vast emotionless void. Renee naively hopes that with each step he takes, each fist he throws, that maybe he will finally be angry. Looking at him, knowing what he'd been through, imagining what had happened in Easthaven, she wishes he would scream and curse the world for the way it had treated him. It was a thought born from the old Renee, that much was clear. A thought founded in spite and revenge, born from fiery resentment and anger. Renee thinks Andrew deserves to kill each and every person who has felt entitled to him and his body. She would tuck her cross necklace beneath her blouse and go to confession afterwards, but she also knows she'd be right there with him.

[ipostdopemusic]

Song: Time Machine Artist: BIG K.R.I.T (featuring Chamillionaire) Year: 2011 Why it's Dope: A fantastic hook that is anthemic, inventive, and sincere, succulent chorus instrumentation that feels intergalactic in the most dirty south way imaginable, a sinewy bass that is the definition of irresistible earcandy, and excellent rapping that is a mix of nostalgic lyrics and scintillating flows. P.S. This song is on the mixtape Return of 4Eva, one of my favorite mixtapes ever. 😊😊

[valentine-writes]

for you!

「 tws + notes: no tws, fluff, not edited, kinda ooc my bad,, im learnin,,, 」

↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099, miles morales, and pavitr prabhakar

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: obvi strictly platonic for miles, pav, + gwen but like. anyways!! just practicing writing for them becuz otherwise they will be So OOC for everyone's reqz and i literally would die. highkey struggled a bit but i'm tryin y'all!!! ("trying" but this is unedited ASF) ...eveyone look away from my obvious bias for gwen i heart her. i wanna,, also write for more characters eventually,, sooo,, hc reqs,,, hehehe :3 no full ficz,,, yet-

GWEN STACY headcanons:

▸ she doesn't do friends. not really anymore. oh but like. aside from miles, ur also an exception.

your friendship just kinda. happened?? it was a slow process but eventually y'all got close

▸ you supported her in her band endeavours! u know how knives chau rocks the homemade sex bob-omb merch in scott pilgrim vs the world (sorry 4 being a scott pilgrim fan and referencing it. im battling DEMONS.) THATZ U. biggest supporter for realz!! and she appreciates it so so much :,(

▸ she tries to hold u at arms length initially but ends up missing u too much when ur not around :( you've gotten really close to her over time– something neither of you had expected. but having a friend is refreshing for her. she's secretly always just a little anxious about losing you.

one time, in the middle of your developing friendship, she just kinda... dipped. left you on seen, didn't return your calls– you hadn't seen her in a while. but she came back, apologized profusely (through a lot of stumbled sentences and awkward rambles), and then swore never to do it again. you were... conflicted. so you asked her if anything was wrong and she mustered the courage to be vulnerable with you.

you are probably one of the first people in a long time that she'd actually been able to open up to.

▸ sleepovers where u jus stay up and watch slasher films. idk man i just feel this one in my heart. even if ur not particularly fond of horror, gwen is cool abt it if u need to cover ur eyes or hide under a blanket. y'all are practically screaming at the screen whenever the protagonist makes a dumb choice, acting like the characters can actually hear u

"if you go into that FUCKING BASEMENT I SWEAR–"

"nah– she's doing it. watch. WATCH."

"I CANT"

HOBIE BROWN headcanons:

▸ u are NOT calling this guy hobart. the first time u ever called him that Everyone Else was thrown off. like. no. we gonna stick w/ hobie for this one.

you, however, had the funny little idea of shortening his nickname even further. now sometimes– just on occasion– it's bee.

naturally, he's too cool to care abt what he's called, so he doesn't seem to have too many feelings about your overly cutesy nickname for him.

▸ you know any instruments? great. jam sessions with him. you don't? he'll teach you to play guitar. few ppl are given permission to touch His Guitar... but he can afford to make exceptions.

as he's teaching you, his chest collides against ur back a couple times, his hands guiding yours. he'll gently guide your fingers on the fretboard and yeah it's like– maybe not the most efficient way to learn. but whatever. he's pretty good with helping you figure it out.

▸ if you express wanting a piercing, tattoo or wanting to change up your hair (dying it, cutting it, whatever–) he's immediately gonna be like. "yea? ok. bathroom. right now." he'll help you out. king of diy truly.

and hey, the piercings never get infected, the stick and pokes turn out fine, the haircuts never look that bad, and the hair dye doesn't turn out awful so like. win???

supports you in your impulsive choices– piercings can close, diy tattoos fade, hair can grow– but the joy of self expression iz 4eva!!!!

▸ he lets you steal clothes from him. totally will point it out, but won't be all that bothered by it. HE'S GONNA BE TAKING FROM UR CLOSET TOO you practically share a wardrobe at this point. the others slowly become unable to differentiate which clothes you and hobie own individually. even if your wardrobes are completely different– trust he will find a way to keep a small piece of you with him

MIGUEL O'HARA headcanons:

▸ this man is emotionally distant asf. how did you achieve this relationship with him. answer: no clue!!! (｡･･｡) now that ur tight w/ him i am begging you. for the sake of the multiverse. get this man a therapy consultation RIGHT NEOWWW..... they literally have therapy services available in the spider society hq. if you dont HAUL HIS ASS OVER THERE–

▸ it's really no secret miguel has a soft spot for you. though he is very adamant about the fact that he doesn't– most people know that he's a little less grumpy with you around.

you seem to be one of the only people who can actually make him smile. which is. crazy. the first time he ever laughed at a joke you made you just kinda froze and stared at him, wondering if you had just vividly hallucinated miguel being happy. it was a light chuckle, where he kinda,, put his hand over his mouth and looked away. but it was SHOCKINGGG

▸ if you managed to get along with miguel, you're probably also besties with lyla. miguel however does not enjoy this. mainly because you two gang up on him. a lot. aka whenever ur arguing about anything w/ miguel, lyla is more likely to take your side. for funzies!!! she calls you her favourite– and it's like. man. are you getting along with miguel just for his little hologram assistant? i would but im gon shut my mouth on this one

it's funny how easily u two get along. she has officially attached all his bank info to ur online shopping accs and gaming shit. go wild. he'll never know (he finds out.. eventually.)

▸ it's actually really weird how you affect him. and everyone's noticing. he's constantly overworking himself to preserve the safety of the multiverse and when he's not, he's reminiscing on the past- but you give him something that he hasn't had in a while- an actual break. you pull him away from his responsibilities, from the screens he gazes into for so long, and for once he can relax. even if it's just for a minute

MILES MORALES headcanons:

▸ i saw hcs of a friendship w/ miles like gumball and darwin and i literally cannot get it out of my head. y'all r tight like that!!!! itz canon now. considering miles doesn't have a lotta friends (in his universe, at least) he's glad to have you!!! you're probably one of the people he hangs around the most. if you're somewhere, miles is probably somewhere around you too. and if he is not? he's probably just late. spiderman-ing around nyc probably

▸ his parents have really grown to like you too!!! let's assume u dont pull a gwen and address them by their first names. (i love her so much no shade at all but PLEADYUWEGFEHF that was So White of her) miles always has you over to hang out– which usually means you're invited to have dinner with them. his mom especially is always makin sure ur feeling at home and u got enough on ur plate (she is so sweet i adore her)

miles is constantly hearing: "when are they coming over again? you haven't had them over in a while-" rio hearts u. (and i heart rio.)

▸ STREET ART WITH MILES STREET ART WITH MILES– he def taught u what he learned from his uncle aaron. eventually u found a place you two can spray paint 2gether and u go w/ him whenever u need to destress a bit ^_^ it doesn't matter what ur skill level is in art, he's happy to teach you! sometimes, for practice, he'll even draw you!!! and though he hasn't shown you yet,,, he's been comfortable enough w/ you to leave his sketchbook open when you're around

▸ ALSO!! your hangouts probably have a killer soundtrack. u share a collaborative playlist w/ miles and swap recommendations every so often– so whenever ur both 2gether and jus chilling you've got good music 2 blast which is a combo of both ur tastes!!! he probably loves ur music, even if itz something he doesn't typically listen to. it's jus so you.

▸U ARE HIS CANVAS NOW. if u let him, he'll doodle in pen on your arm. he's always so focused, his eyes fixed on your skin as he doodles all over your forearm and hand. his grip is gentle as he turns your arm, tilting it every so often to make sure it looks right. there is no awkward silence, no pressure to make conversation- the quiet shared is comforting.

eventually he runs out of space and blinks up at you,, almost forgetting who he was drawing on. he'll apologize for getting so carried- but his drawings look amazing.

...and then he realized it was permanent marker and immediately doubled his apologizes.

PAVITR PRABHAKAR headcanons:

▸ im going to put this here and i dont know why specifically this came to mind. but never play just dance with him. you will LOSE. one of thse people who don't have to try to win. but he WILL put his 100% in it and eat you UPPPP.

sorry u can't outdo him </3

like bro those moves AREN'T EVEN PART OF THIS DANCE HOW ARE YOU STILL WINNING???

▸ gym bro but not Insane Gym Bro just.... gym bro. will try to get you to workout with him,, but like. cool if you don't wanna! is the most supportive gym buddy to have though. will always encourage you throughout the entire thing and not even just to get you to push through a set- this boy genuinely jus believes in you so much.

▸ he's constantly talking to you about gayatri. he loves his gf sm. if ur one of those people who Don't Like hearing abt other ppls relationships he'll make an attempt to tone it down

but trust he NEVER. EVER. makes you third wheel them. gayatri also will make sure of this- so now... more than often... if you're tryin' to hang with the both of them- THEY BOTH TRY TO PLAY MATCHMAKER FOR YOU.

LIKE. you can't just be LONELY. they're gonna make sure of it. pav and gaytri number one wingmen,..,, women,,, besties

▸ probably texts u like crazy. the type of guy to send u things throughout the day like "this is so you :]" he loves his bestie (YOU!!!)

sometimes it's like,, a particularly interestingly shaped cloud. maybe a cool bug that landed nearby him. a flower growing out of the pavement cracks.

and then sometimes it's like. this.

"this is you."

[ruthiesrambles2]

MelRuth and brakenight for the ship bingo (thought I’d return the favour 😇)

Mel/Ruth

I haven't had a proper sleep since March 2022

See You Around!!!

Insane abt them

Post canon cottagecore lesbians pls

Banging my fist on the ground about them

You can't kill god and her angel ok

Hello??!!

They have already kissed in every place thst matters (except canon)

Free space: there's a melruth for everyone fr. Do you want toxic? Soft? Hurt comfort? Friends to lovers? Enemies to lovers? One night stand? Fwb? Poly? That one time after the Christmas party...?

Oh boy do i

They each deserve to bite. As a treat

They were in love your honour the writers are COWARDS

Melruth 4eva

I support women's wrongs

Me@besties when melruth thoughts

They're so cute!!

I'm so so so normal. I promise

Coworkers having fun

Till/Audrey

Canon lesbiabs my most beloved

They both need to be allowed to be happy now pls

I will cut a man 🔪

Pretty!!!!

Mostly I am a consumer and that is how I got here

I just love their vibe ok

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 2x07

Can you believe this episode is called “Surface Tension” and yet there is no noted swimmer Paige McCullers on-screen? (Yes, I know exactly when my fave will return from the war, but still.)

While Hanna beams that a broken pipe == Hannily sleepovers 4eva, Aria and Spencer share a look implying they know exactly how incompatible the two as roomies are

Not only does Emily make nice breakfast for the Marins, she does so after a run. Emily has been awake for hours.

Caleb is less amenable to Hanna being his sugar mommy than Toby is to Spencer being his sugar mommy. Formulating a ranking of liar love interests’ okayness with that 

Our sheltered suburb girls are so concerned about the sketchiness of his phone business. Like what is he even doing that is that bad. Jailbreaking phones? Letting them mimic other numbers? Throwing in some ringtones?

Ashley & Ella get to have a conversation going hey, pretty fucked up shit’s been happening to our daughters huh? BTW Peter Hastings sucks. Just some mom bonding.

Emily comments that she’s bumped up her training and that practice has been kicking her butt, and I will take this opportunity to theorize about what Paige has been up to. Is she closing in on Emily’s times, given that she is not suffering from A? She was also granted the power of swimming for one’s self last season, while now Emily is hyperfocused on the scout

The detail here is that Emily isn’t necessarily afraid of being caught. The offer A sent to Pam was conditional on Emily staying MVP and anchor. Slacking off and missing either role once would be enough for Emily to bullshit about not meeting the conditions.

But of course that is not how Emily’s mind operates. She is trying to make up for the guilt of lying to the parents by making herself worthy of every scholarship in the world

At the Montgomery dinner party, Aria volunteers to babysit for the couple who recently had a baby.

I buy that, Aria is the only one of the liars who would babysit and enjoy it. She’ll use the cash to buy more horrific feather earrings. 

When Alison says maybe she’s interesting in someone interested in field hockey, Spencer goes 🤔 but boys don’t play field hockey. Alison is talking about Ian but Spencer...honey...

Oh 14 year old car-hacking Caleb backstory that I have zero memory of. My main thought here is that we should all imagine said sad teen hacker Caleb getting adopted by the Leverage crew, they would be like oh we shall arrange a nice normal family for you and he’s like 😠I want to keep hacking with you guys Hardison has some cool shit

Spencer's so fucking frightened at her dad burning the hockey stick. She hates the idea of him thinking she killed Alison, she hates even more the idea of him thinking she planted it there to get attention (again), and she is now fully fixated on the answer being Jason! In the backyard! With the hockey stick! That her dad’s refusal to explain his animosity towards Jason or the burning of the stick crawls into her brain and sends it into a tizzy

Like haha did you think Spencer could get to have a normal time in her house now that Ian is out of the picture? Nope! 

Peter is also tipsy here, with mussed up hair and a loosened tie and my dude, did you brood in your house over the hockey stick for hours only to burn it right as your daughter appeared in the living room? 

He totally did

Aria is so laser focused on the Jenna/Garrett of it all that she does not notice at all Mike’s rant includes the phrase “I wanted a gun so I could get out of here.” Very scary phrase

Oh, also Ella and Byron suck for not sending all of their dinner guests out the door before leaving to get Mike, and instead have their teen daughter continue to host in this very awkward situation? Aria’s even the only one to verbalize it would very weird for Mike to come back to the house while guests are still there! 

Aria thinks of herself as the third adult of the Montgomery household but I’m scared that her parents think that too

Okay so which do you think Pam would disapprove of more? Emily living in the Marin house where she witnesses Tom/Ashley along with Hanna, or Emily living in the Montgomery house where their teen son was the one doing the local burglaries

[omelettedufrottage]

6, 13, 30 for music ask 💜

6: A song that makes you want to dance

favorite thing about weddings is seeing + hearing the clarinet player put his whole pussy into it!! my grandma's from epirus so my sister played this song (and a few others) at her wedding

but outside of niche situations like greek weddings, love love loooove a good club beat to flail gracelessly to

13: One of your favorite 80’s songs

genuinely so hard to narrow it down...but i feel like point of no return by expose really captures my favorite things about 80s music more broadly

30: A song that reminds you of yourself

i listened to this song a LOT when i was desperately trying to cram my undergrad thesis, which i had a full year to write, in the span of 2 weeks (in my defense i was also juggling a lab report and finals! luckily for me my TERF therapist convinced my professors for that course to give me an extension)

i also listened to it a lot when i first moved to LA and made friends with joon seo, and eventually met you; a lot of really big triumphs and small, quiet moments of smoking on balconies were accompanied by this track. my music listening tastes bounce around a lot month to month, genre to genre, but lo-fi feels very homey and sleepy peaceful to me. i may not always feel that way myself, but it's the sort of energy i try to cultivate in between my energetic bursts

[music asks]

[georgiapeach30513]

So we haven't seen Chris lately, but have we seen Pedro since he left his hotel? I'm thinking something is up. Someone returned a bowtie and stayed.

Maybe Chris is heartbroken at the departure of his beloved Pedro.

ChrisRo 4Eva

[angelicgentleman]

💖💖💖 { have at it }

<3

💖 @wildxunchartedwaters has been my longest mutual (from and on the previous blog) and every day I'm grateful for meeting him. We've been friends pretty much since we started talking (now that I look at the dates, it's almost an anniversary). We might not roleplay as much as we used to, but I don't mind at all, because I appreciate our friendship all the same. He is the person I have the most in common with, starting with interests and opinions, as well as hobbies and fandoms. Luka was able to carry me through likely the roughest patch in my life and I'm insanely grateful for it. Writing with Luka is always fun. Likely my favourite Damien, Gregory, and Mole out there, but then again, they're very dear to me. Luka is very talented in terms of writing and art, and I always admired both, the same way I admire his creativity. Best friend, Brad Pitt 4eva.

💖 @troublcmakcrs this bitch stole my heart the second we actually started talking. I'd both die for him and kill him if he doesn't end me first (likely). It's about time he stuck some iron in his mouth. ANYWAY. Teddy is pretty much keeping me alive in terms of writing since he is the only person who didn't vaporize when a new fandom wave came in. Love that we can be extremely weird together, because what kind of friend judges you on saying smash to Smasher? He pretty much owns my drafts and inbox and I'm pretty sure that's the person I have the most threads with (which btw, the more threads the better). Writing with Teddy is a lot of fun, both in terms of rp and ooc. Finally, a person I can throw a 700-word reply at without being afraid to suffocate him with it. I just love the way he writes and his unusual take on characters. Writing together was a pleasure from the start and I hope that continues. Also kys.

💖@nebula-drcams pretty much the first person I met after returning to tumblr roleplay last year. It took me a while to warm up because I'm a straight-up coward, but writing with Star was fun right from the start. Love all our threads so far, especially the way she writes Damien. Star puts a lot of love into her characters, whether oc or canon and that's always something I'm going to admire. I also adore her art, it's very nice.

[whatsabriard]

I’ve really had a time of it the last few years what with many of my childhood favorites being revisited and the story being “oh, in the intervening years this couple you shipped has broken up because life is cruel. sorry about it.”

As if I was hanging out in Star Wars land because I wanted gritty fucking reality.

I really want to thank Willow for not doing that to me. For going “you loved this thing, and even though Val Kilmer can’t be here, we’re going to honor the thing you love and not wreck if for the sake of drama.”

When they said “not even death would keep madmartigan from returning to you” or whatever the line was, I damn near burst into tears.

Yeah life is cruel and war is unfair but sometimes love survives.

ANYWAY. SORSHA AND MADMARTIGAN 4EVA.

[belbeten]

Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

Thanks so much for the tag @strangegeology :) I love tag games!

3 Ships You Like: Arthur/Eames, Thorin/Bilbo, Rooster/Hangman. (and a million others, I’m such a multishipper!)

First Ship Ever: Kili/Tauriel from the Hobbit movies was the first ship that led me to AO3 (my beloved).

Last Song You Heard: of my own volition: Return of the Grievous Angel – Gram Parsons. Otherwise: probably something from Kidz Bop.

Favorite Childhood Book: The Hobbit, and The BFG

Currently Reading: fanfic all day every day 4eva!

Currently Watching: There’s an old Simpsons episode on in the background right now.  Other than that, I just finished Only Murders in the Building last week, and just started the first episode of Reservation Dogs earlier tonight.

Currently Consuming: Nothing.  But I had lasagna and salad for dinner, which was delish.

Currently Craving: Hostess cupcakes

Tagging (no pressure at all!): @lolahardy @castles-in-the-eyre @boisinberryjamarama @thr3eguess3s and anybody else who would like to!

[annieqattheperipheral]

Player that made me fall in love with hockey?

Paul Kariya as a kid (mighty ducks 4eva✨)

then returned to it as an adult to investigate how much larger Sidney Crosby's beautiful huge ass had inflated (findings: astronomically)

Favourite player?

Nathan MacKinnon (fuck/marry/kill?? honey that'd be my entire life story with him (affectionate) no but fr tho I'm endeared and appreciate this weirdo so hard)

Comfort player?

William Nylander (imagining his thighs and breakaways inspires me at the gym🤷‍♀️)

Cale Makar (my youtube watches are so much of analyzing his play and edgework ...and imagining his costco shopping lists & how he stores surplus deodorant and body wash and trail mix in his condo)

Jeff Skinner (former figure skater and writer, producer, actor of between 2 stalls. need i say more)

Player I go nuts over?

Leon hot bitch Draisaitl

Player I miss the most?

Cole Caufield, damn fun to watch, been sad w him out since shoulder surgery over asg weekend

Player I will always root for?

kadri, mitchy, bunts, gio, jt, knies, lehky, landy, ej, frankie, jimothy timothy compher, owen power, brady and his clown car of senators, davo, hyman, stuart skinner, quinny, burky, tanev, grubi, robo, otter, seggy, tbear, ror, parayko, suzuki, guhle, xhekaj, zadorov, hellebuyck, morrissey, marchy--the good one--essault, skjei, antti raanta (say his full name), larkin, bergeron, wilson, kuemper...

Management/Coaches: spezzy, dubas, bedsy, sully, marty, keefer, mark fraser, sakic, yzerman

and oh yea this pesky lil rat I'm currently rooting against lmao. Matthew Tkachuk u love it, I've rooted for you enough times u can handle it bb

survey found here thx @kaleforcale888 💕

All the q's for you to copy, if u so wish to partake:

Player that made me fall in love with hockey? Favourite player? Comfort player? Player I go nuts over? Player I miss the most? Player I will always root for?