#screec

[communist-hatsunemiku]

you know ive always found high pitched feminine voices to be endearing in a way, i think i was preprogrammed to be a miku fan

[alienaiver]

Multiple gold medals 🥇

Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!reader

synopsis: athlete is a noun. it is the person who is involved in the physical activity of sport or containing that agile quality. athletic is an adjective meaning physically active. you are neither, at least according to your rude boyfriend.

tags: summer olympics 2024, fluff, sfw, established relationship, banter and playfighting, canon compliant-ish, post-timeskip, no use y/n, humor, poc and body positive reader tho reader is Not sporty, one shot warnings: theres a minor-minor description of tickling/blowing a raspberry. otherwise, none! wordcount: 1.2k

notes: written for @tetzoro 's summer olympics collab! this was so fun. ive probably watched a total of six minutes of the olympics this year, i apologize 😔👊🏽 i love a good banter, tho. i hope i delivered!!! ✨

You throw an M&M up in the air to catch with your mouth, but it lands sadly on your collarbone before sliding down by your neck, lost underneath you between the throw pillows. You mentally promise Kuroo to pick it up as soon as you get up for water.

It’s your day off and you’re beat. The heat is nothing to scoff at, either; the humidity making any endeavors outside of the apartment walls virtually impossible.

Well, to you at least. Kuroo’s on a convenience store run to pick up as many snacks as he’s able to carry, and your favorite milk tea. The men’s volleyball game in the Olympics is tonight, Argentina against Japan. He’s been buzzing ever since they qualified for the finale. As much as you love to listen to him yap, his excitement is only working to make you impatient for something you didn’t think you’d care that much about.

Volleyball’s never been your strong interest. Sport in general isn’t high on your list, actually. It wasn’t until you met Kuroo that you even began watching the Olympics at all.

Right now the Olympics are on, too. It’s been on most of the days when either of you occupy his home, and right now it’s time for the Men’s Single luge. You’ve never heard of it before, but it’s a sort of sled competition in an ice tube sort of field.

You’re about to throw the next M&M into your mouth when the door clicks open. “I’m back!” you hear Kuroo yell out, and you greet him back before eating the candy. You hear him sit down by the genkan to take off his shoes; he firmly refuses to toe his new sneakers on and off like his old ones. It ruins the structure of the back quicker, he claims. He wants to be more environmentally conscious and take better care of his things.

He groans as he comes in, wiping his neck and collar with his handkerchief. You smile up at him, admiring the way his bangs stick to his forehead from the perspiration. On his shoulder hangs his tote bags, brimming with contents you can’t wait to dive into. When you reach out for it, he yells, “ah!” and pulls it dramatically away from your reach.

“It’s for tonight!” he huffs, puffing up his chest and jutting out his bottom lip. You shake your head, “just lemme see! Gimme an unboxing, at least!” you make grabby-hands at him, and he throws his head back, “nuh-uh. I’m putting it in the kitchen for later. You need a real dinner first, too.”

You fall back onto the couch with a huff, “as if you’ll be able to eat anything during the match anyways.”

“What was that?” he calls back tersely from the kitchen but you just blow air out through your nose, “nothing.”

As in defiance of him restricting you, you put four M&M’s in your mouth at the same time.

Just to prove a point.

He comes back out after he’s washed his face, and leans against your head, “what’s on now?”

He kisses your cheek.

“Luge.”

“Huh?”

“Sled.”

“Ah.”

He jumps the backrest of the couch to land next to you, and you laugh and dodge the arm that almost pulls your head down with his entire weight. The plastic of the M&M’s container crinkles as you lift it to offer him some. Instead of reaching for it like a normal person, he pushes his face into the bag like a freak, and you pull it away with a screech. He looks proud when he looks up, crunching loudly to prove he succeeded in getting a few.

You take a handful before you put the bag on the table and cuddle up to your boyfriend. He sighs as he settles with an arm around you and you start to watch the games silently.

There’s an awkward sort of silence from the commentators as the athletes ride on their sleds, like they’re holding their breath and waiting for something spectacular to happen at every turn, but it’s pretty straightforward. Technical, sure, but straightforward nonetheless. It’s only during the sharp turns that they really say anything, and it’s without much substance. It doesn’t really give a fair idea on how much skill is needed to do this.

You throw an M&M and succeed in catching it. “I could do that.” you conclude after a person reaches the goal, the successful catch fueling your ego. Kuroo doesn’t even spare you a glance or a visible reaction, “sure.”

You playfully punch at his thigh, “I totally could! It’s just downhill.”

Kuroo snorts, “yeah, then to the left in a sharp turn and oh! Right after that another sharp turn. I’d sooner see you crash walking up the stairs to the ice tube.”

You gasp in offense and sit up, shaking off his arm from your shoulder, “excuse me!” you say, your voice high-pitched and scratchy. Kuroo gives you one of his handsome, disarming, lop-sided smirks that you almost fall for, before you catch yourself.

He reaches out for you again but you move further away, “have you no confidence in me?” you mock-cry, giving him a look of absolute disgust, “are you all talk? Lowering the net for people to enjoy your favorite sport, but you don’t care about other athletics like me? Huh?” you cross your arms and pout, and Kuroo snickers at your choice of words before he leans his head back onto the backrest. Athletics.

“You can barely catch a stray piece of candy you throw yourself.”

You gasp, and point to the bag of M&M’s, “you saw me catching one just a minute ago!”

Kuroo lifts his arm, his hand closed in a fist. You follow his movement as he reaches out for you, turns the fist and reveals a half-melted M&M in his open palm, “there’s like six of them between these pillows right now.”

You raise an eyebrow, “so? That’s from when you stuck your head in the bag like a pig.” your exaggerated lie makes him nod thoughtfully, “yeah, yeah, I’m sure you’re right. You’d win, but not at luge.”

Your eyes open up, excitement visible as you lean forward, “what sport do you see me winning?”

Kuroo keeps his face neutral as he collects the fallen heroes of candy you've sacrificed to throw out, “you’d win a various of games, actually. You’d be the gold winner in all of them, even.”

You lean forward even more, and he laughs then, “qualifications for sports like overthinking situations that happened years ago, jumping to conclusions and complaining about your stomach hurting after eating dairy”- he’s interrupted when you push all the way onto him with your entire weight, smashing your face into his chest and immediately blowing a raspberry -”and best of all,” he laughs and feebly tries to push you away as you try to reach his neck to give it the same treatment, “being delusional on main, and hey! Stop it!”

He’s pushing at you more desperately now, unwilling to let you attack him directly on the skin. There’s mirth in his voice still and you giggle before you succeed. He howls and grabs onto your shoulders, “I yield! I yield! Fine! You’d win in luge!”

You pull away immediately as he yields, a satisfied grin on your face. “Hmph, now that wasn’t so hard, was it? To recognize talent for what it is.” you turn around and situate yourself again up against him and he lets out a chuckle as he kisses the crown of your head and wraps his arms around you.

After a moment of just resting his own head against yours, he asks, suddenly serious, “do you wanna try luge one day? There’s also luges for doubles. There’s a stadium for it downtown.”

“Oh, never in a million years.”

[baby-mushy]

Does Alastor ever get so upset that he cries for his real mama, who might be in heaven, I bet that breaks Onyx and Xian's hearts

He'd probably be screecing "MOMMY!" and Onyx or Xian can't do anything and so they'd have to wait for him to either calm down or fall asleep

That would break my own heart aswell if I had to write that :sob:

[thankfully it doesn't happen a lot because Alastor is distracted from the thought his real mother the majority of the time]

[wantdead]

it was almost funny how ironic it was of her to ask such a daring question. but he wasn't in the mood to laugh. why do you do this? he didn't even blink. he had an answer ready, eager to let it out. " because of you! " dean bellowed. not long ago, his own words would have shocked him. now he understood how he'd truly felt about his mother. " i'm here because of you — everything has been because of you. " his voice broke, and his eyes watered as he pointed accusingly, " you died, and we had to carry— your burden. "

　　　but that’s part of the problem,   isn’t it?   their legacy in itself is a funeral pyre built upon her death;   but before then, before azazel, there were only the winchester’s ⸻ only mary and her babies.   “ this wasn’t supposed to be any of our lives, ”   her voice breaks and she stops short of a cry’s sharp inhale.   the tears still well,   and martyr’s hands rise in mock defense.   “ i don’t know why you do this.   why is this something you want to do so badly, baby?   if it sucks so goddamn much,   why are you here? ”

　　　 @wantdead

[aviatrix-ash]

*insert the start up sound of a strongarm momentum radial engine starter combined with pterodactyl screeces*

There's an actual flying 1940s Lockheed Constellation at my favorite little airport right now and I cant go see her right now cause I'm currently stuck at home.

Im gonna go say hi to her in the morning tho. But I cant gonsay hi to her right now and tell her she's one of my favorite airplanes and Im sad ;o;

[secretly-a-catamount]

I JUST WATCHED THE SECOND SEASON AND I SHIP THEM SO HARD!

LIKE, SERIOUSLY, YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE AUTISTIC HAPPY PTERODACTYL SCREEC I JUST MADE.

:)

Peggynat / What If...? sketchdump 🙌

[spotforme]

what if i wrote something like: the moon was without sun as it pondered on what it's mirror image would reveal, what was reflected on a coin showed an unmoving world, as a bus full of chikens screeced onto a stop it's roof shone like mercury in the moonlight, under it, buried secrets heard the sounds of traveling musicians who marched past, they did not come back, and the sun was unable to share it's loss

but like more profoundly

[towingservi]

Indeed, it's an unfortunate reality: accidents can happen in the blink of an eye, often when we least expect them. The blaring horns, screeching tires, and shattered glass can leave even the most composed among us feeling disoriented and stressed. In such critical, anxiety-filled moments, you need a steadfast ally that provides expert Accident Repair Services in Washington, DC. At this point, you can trust Towing Services in Washington, DC. This company will be your partner in the unfortunate accident.

[btsx50states]

BTS for GQ Korea

[callipraxia]

Aaaand we're back in business!

It concerns me that Toby Determined attempting to tap dance while bemoaning what his life has become is listed among the things Soos likes.

"We've tried everything." The implications of this line are intriguing and kinda touching. It implies Wendy has also known/been friends with Soos for longer than this summer - has she worked for the Shack in the past? (Does Stan have some bizarre tendency to hire everyone at age twelve, then just keep them on as long as they'll come back?) Someone who can write nice things, write me some sadfluff about previous conspiracies to cheer Soos up, won't you?

The laser tag entry scene...funny on several levels. For one thing, it's supposed to be twelve and under, but Soos is not, as it turns out, a special case - Robbie and Wendy are also in evidence, and nobody seems to notice or care that Stan (who is somewhere in his sixties, mind you) decides to join in with apparent enthusiasm, too.

Baby Gompers! Tiny Soos! Red screwdriver*! Wax Sherlock Holmes!

Soos has apparently lost his mother somehow (based on how angry Abuelita gets about his father for voluntarily staying away and how Soos already seems to have lived with her by this point, I'm assuming his mom is either dead or in prison, probably dead) in addition to his father bailing on him, so it's rather nice to see he does have all this supportive, apparently affectionate, family. Even some friends his own age, assuming the kid he talks to just before the postman comes isn't one of the cousins.

I remember reading somewhere online that people in the day speculated that Soos' absentee father might actually be Stan, putting together the "too busy to be bothered with you" bit with the odd story Stan rambled his way into about drive-in movies during "Little Gift Shop of Horrors"...I suppose it makes a degree of sense, if I try to imagine not knowing *exactly* how intense Stan can get on the subject of his family and then seeing the episodes fairly close together? Still, though - given even what's seen on-screen up to this point, I find it kinda hard to imagine Stan walking out on any kid he knew he had. Shooting somebody? Sure. Risking global destruction? Naturally. Committing every crime known to man and a few supposedly unique to alien civilizations? Sounds about right. But knowingly harming another Pines, or - frankly, considering how emotionally needy he is himself - having the willpower to abandon a family member even if he thought it would be for the best? Just not seeing it, unless I suppose he was in prison, and apparently he was pretty good at breaking out of prison at need. The only way I can maybe imagine it is if he'd acknowledged the kid while living under his own name, since he'd legally killed off that identity, but that still rules out Soos as a biological relative.

Surprisingly unobservant moment from Abuelita, not seeing the two horror-stricken twelve-year-old strangers staring in the window.

"He'd do the same for us." And this is why I just...am not buying that the majority of "Stanchurian Candidate" really happened outside Stan's nightmares. Well, one reason, but quite possibly the strongest.

What is Cosmic Sand, anyway? It's offered to Time Baby in a bottle and the robot nurse assures TB it is "good for you." Ford, in the Journal, further confirms that Time Baby is partial to this beverage...except he does so in a context that implies the beverage is something that would be Not S&P Approved? ...Though considering how casually homicidal TB is earlier, and how Mabel screeches "death," first when they're asked what to do with Blendin, TB getting drunk before the end of the competition might be for the best if it mellowed him out a bit...Though perhaps he was bound to not respond immediately until they both agreed, considering that they played as a team?

"That's...unconventional." Soos just takes everything in stride, doesn't he? Which makes how upset he was earlier all the more sad.

Blendin's screeching about Time Wishes makes me wonder if Time Baby invented Globnar...like, people used to fight wars to get it, now it's a semi-regular event? (since we see a couple of rounds going on when the twins are first captured) This could, in retrospect, explain a lot of things...

*"Red screwdriver" - back in "Time Traveler's Pig," Stan grouses about not being able to find his red screwdriver; if I recall correctly, Blendin had "borrowed" it. In this episode, Dipper borrows it...and, apparently, for some reason, it cannot time-travel, even though other inanimate objects (such as clothes and laser tag vests) can. And that red screwdriver ends up directly leading to Soos becoming "Question Mark" - if Dipper and Mabel hadn't ruined Blendin's life, Blendin wouldn't have gone to time prison. If Blendin hadn't gone to time prison, then Blendin would not have challenged them to gladiatorial time combat. If Blendin hadn't done that, they wouldn't have stolen Lolph's time tape...wouldn't have gone ten years too far back...wouldn't have raided the Mystery Shack for a screwdriver...and if Dipper had even had the presence of mind to put said screwdriver back down, then Soos would not have found the screwdriver and tried to take it back and ended up having his signature garment literally thrown at his head. That screwdriver indirectly helped save the world, y'all - no prophecy circle, no prophecy circle failure, no "everyone in this town who'll answer to Stanford Pines removes his head from his bottom and cooperates with his brother to fix the homicidal triangle problem." Heck - without Soos, would Dipper and Mabel have even survived all of the summer? On one hand, all the time travel antics were a major cause of Weirdmageddon (if Dipper and Mabel hadn't time traveled, they never would have had the opportunity to spare Blendin, which would have meant Bill would have have had to look for a much harder target to get the Rift away from the family), but it also created the situation which allowed for an end. And this, folks, is why my headcanon is that our amphibian friend from the time and space between time and space is definitely playing games...it's just that I'm not always sure if he's playing 10D chess, or poker, or dice, or roulette, or DD&MD, or somehow all of 'em at once.

Well - the house is mostly in order, except that the vacuuming needs doing, but it's too late in the day for that now - too hot. With that therefore postponed to tomorrow morning and with my Spanish lessons done, I shall see if my DVD player will cooperate with watching GF S2 Disc 2.

...initial efforts aren't promising, we only got as far as Dipper and Mabel declaring that twinship makes them "birthday experts" into "Blendin's Game" before the DVD player glitched out - turns out that the first disc of S1 might not be wonky after all, and that it's actually this DVD player. Still - perseverance!

Bad children. going through people's things...I tend to regard the interior of one's handbag and/or wallet as a rather private space, and would react very loudly to anyone presuming to go through mine. Soos is probably better-natured than I am, but dangit, Mabel, you at least definitely know this, because you outright admitted you were snooping for "Soos secrets!"

Y'know, I don't know if the problem with the giant hummingbird story is that "Soos is very naive" or "it's Gravity Falls, that's actually perfectly reasonable."

...yeah, forget perseverance, let's find the old laptop with a disc drive in it, I do not have the fortitude to watch the scene where Blendin invokes Globnar five more times, and in the past three minutes the disc has twice skipped back to the beginning before I could even get past the menu. Stupid rubbbish property.

[marquillosource]

5. Favorite canon moment of them? (obviously Raquel/Sergio)

Well, I have a lot of favorite moments, like a lot. But there are two scenes/episodes that I keep going back to to.

One is the scene when they have sex for the first time in 1x12. When they talk and start kissing, the pillow talk that melted my heart (they’re both so happy and relaxed♥♥), Sergio asking her to stay over, Sergio playing the piano and then kissing each other passionately before she leaves… #DEAD

Then there’s almost all of the scenes from 2x04. From Raquel offering to be his nurse and take care of his bruises, to Sergio meeting Paula for the first time and her immediately asking if he’s dating her mom, to them talking about how Sergio kicked her shitty ex’s ass, to them making out and having sex, then waking up the next after THE BEST NIGHT OF HIS LIFE!!! and planning to go away together……. 

AHHHHH!!!!!!!!! ♥ #MarquilloWillBeTheDeathOfMe

pick a question and ask me about Marquillo

[psychdyke]

3, 27, 47

sure!

3. favorite type of weather?

warm, not hot (like 20 degrees Celsius maybe), sunny and with a light breeze

27. last book you read?

Traumtänzerin (a german YA novel abt a lesbian in love with her best friend, who realizes theres someone else with a crush on her)

47. are you outgoing or shy?

I'd say more shy than outgoing

send me some cute questions!

[eddiediaz-buckley]

Favourite colour?

It’s purple! And in general I like cool tones so I also really like green and blue

Inbox me (1) thing you want to know about me

[ohfantine]

flowers: what’s the best romantic gift to give someone?

what’s the best romantic gift to give someone? I don’t really think there is one (1) right answer to this? I’d say the best romantic gift to give someone is something unique you personally know they would love and/or that connects to your relationship in some way.I do realise this is probably not what you’re looking for, though, so let’s go with.. an experience? say; a picnic, a home-made dinner, etc.. followed by something small like a flower or a polaroid picture or anything that will then help them remember the day.  does that count? I’m gonna say that counts. 

ask me valentine questions

[ttiva]

@screec replied to your photoset: left pictures are my stretches three weeks ago and...

Wow! Amazin job!

thank you!

[fanficbunny]

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