#second image is not mine obv

[its-me-seven-eleven]

so basically this is what happened in the inquisition

[19calicos]

can you show what everyone's skateboards look like?? please im begging 🙏🏼

anon YES! A MILLION TIMES YES OMG OMG I DONT KNOW WHY I DIDNT DO THIS YET LMFAO

this will include the skater cat fan club gc & kuroo!

when someone in the gc fucks up their board, they'll buy a plain deck from ace and hand it over to yn so they can practice and go ham with the board. it always turns out super cool, and yn not only paints something dope af on the deck but they'll also customize the grip tape as well, usually by painting on it. they’re not opposed to grip tape cut outs but its tedious work to them

more below! tap on pics to expand bc im lazy as hell. these will cover current boards (let's just say they're all the standard popsicle shape), so there are some nods to small details that i've already written so far. ignore decks that dont look painted lmfao dont think abt any details too hard ok

also none of these images are mine! all of them were gathered from pinterest.

yn's current board! the nose of their old deck got badly chipped after it hit kuroo's head and flew into the corner of some wall, and it wasn't worth it to try fixing it so they bought a basic black deck, yanked the aux cord from suna, and went ham with the board. they were really nervous about if they were going to fuck up the thermal hands or not, but obv it turned out fine. suna wrote the "overthinking will fucking kill you" text on the nose of the new board and ended up totally shredding the posca marker he used for it

suna's board is pretty old in comparison to everyone else's – he snaps the least amount of decks (but to be fair, everyone can only afford cheap ones at this time). red is his favorite color so yn has made sure to incorporate it into all his decks that they get their hands on. they also wrote his name on the grip tape (ignore how it doesnt actually say suna) for funsies since they wanted to practice a new font

wanted a domo board SO bad after he and samu went home for a weekend and helped their dad clean out the garage. he found his and samu's old domo hats and could not stop thinking about a domo board. his board at the time was fine and everything too but once he was back in tokyo he bought a pink board (the brown one looked too much like shit bc he stared at it too hard) and presented the idea to yn ...... obv they said yes. they threw in the poser text on his grip tape for funsies lolol they wanted to try out the thrasher fire font

no grip tape paint for samu bc yn was practicing the spider web grip tape cut out on his board. usually yn paints on grip tape but mattsun was commissioning yn at the time and sent them a vid of some guy doing web grip tape on a board. yn figured it was easy enough but they still wanted to use samu's new deck as a guinea pig. he was fine with it and to make up for possibly messing it up, yn brainstormed something extra cool to paint on his deck. samu is considering displaying this one since this one is extra cool

noya snapped his last deck clean in half from skating on rails lmfao. he and yn watched spirited away the night it happened so that's where the no face on the nose comes from. he goes through the most decks out of everyone bc he's always attempting some crazy ass rail trick. coincidentally he works the most shifts at ace since he's gotta pay for these decks somehow

kuroo has accumulated two boards so far: his first one that yn picked out at ace (shown above) and the one that yn made for him at community day. he's not planning on skating with the second one for preservation reasons. after finding out that yn designs decks though, he asked if they could customize his somehow, so they doodled gir (in disguise) from invader zim, one of kuroo's favorite tv shows as a kid.

bonus!

ukai doesn't skate as often anymore, but sometimes, if he's at ace, he'll join a sesh right after ace closes for the day. yn designed this board for his birthday last year, and he usually keeps it on display in the shop since it's one of yn's best works. it was definitely a process for them to make and took a lot of experimentation, but it paid off and is one of their best performing decks on their socials

[beardisable]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD okay.

so i watched the 8 hour jack stream(jesus) aka watched genloss top to bottom again and listened to his theories and stuff(i really vibe with the "kidnapped as kids" angle more now) and started thinking about some theories he and chat mentioned and.

now im thinking with like. ok its probably a pretty common theory, this post was what prompted this additional idea of mine actually, but ill explain it a bit: the theory that, since sneeg and charlie can come back over and over again, and they have referenced like, refusing to do the cooking challenge in ep 1, and how charlie was playing the mouse trap but ate the cage, they have obviously done the same kind of scenes we saw ranboo do, right. and then in the Announcement video we see the same kind of "missing poster" type headshots of them, with the caption "Found them!"

i dont remember exactly where it was confirmed that showfall made the missing person posters, but like. yeah. these images are for missing posters like ranboo had. and with sneeg being caught by the security in ep 3, he had tried to escape, just like ranboo and charlie. and i feel like this wasnt the first or last time they have tried this!

also, during that screenshot the announcer says "our hero will meet a cast of crazy characters, who you may recognize", aka the audience has seen these "actors" before in other things! this is their first live show but what have they made before...?

then, with one of the Very first lines Ranboo says in the first episode, "it wasn't supposed to be like this"... showfall/hetch made it seem like this is ranboos first show and he's being tested for how well he does as The Hero.

I dont think what we saw is Ranboos first time starring in a showfall production.

its the first live thing like the announcement video said but i think hetch lied when he talked about how its a test, i think Ranboo's been here at least a few go arounds, if not tens/hundreds/thousands of times. WHICH MEANS in the end when he gets his memories back... theres an infinite amount of possibility of things they could remember for what they have been made to do in the past :) Bc remember, while this is comedy->horror, it was still relatively tame and non-explicit (at least by my personal standards?) so it is quite possible they have been in more R rated horror stuff, slashers, gore, actual saw, some kind of even worse psychological horror things, but also that they might have had incredibly good experiences like love and joy and community and anything positive too, and to remember all that in a rush... oh boy so i believe it is a circular reproduction, maybe they run through scenes repeatedly over and over while perfecting every little detail and getting different takes of genuine emotion but every time Real and a First experience... some kind of purgatory(omg christian hell reference) or endless torture or such...

ok that got really maybe unneccessarily angsty so heres my other thought:

i love me a fucking colour theory and colour symbolism! it bothered me a bit how like. in the promo game we get ranboo, then green friend/the villain(obviously charlie, tho the villain part still confuses me a Bit since its not quite true?), the blue friend/the taken(obvs sneeg) and then the red stranger/the saviour. and like it would logically follow that the red is hetch right?

jack when theorising said the titles are self descriptive, which i buy into, at least for the first episode context, charlie is the villain role, sneeg was taken(put in a cage and later snatched by the sharkciclester), and hetch was trying to help and save ranboo from this situation! but then in the second ep we also have red puzzler, and red niki? i WISH niki had. any kind of bigger role to build a Saviour type off of her but i dont think she does :( the puzzler is an option, since they make it seem like the puzzler tries to save ranboo? and thats actually a whole other thought like. since we know hetch was not actually helping ranboo, was the puzzler Genuinely helping them, and somehow showfall found out and killed him?? idk ANYWAYS that colour coding falling apart a bit made me think about how ranboo is also red!! rgb trio yknow??

if the titles are self descriptive... well i dont think Ranboo really felt like The Hero much, especcially not in the end...

I think Ranboo is actually meant to be the Saviour.

Esp with the jesus coding! I believe this kind of thing has happened many times before, with sneeg/charlie/ranboo/others realizing that shits fucked, and trying to escape, only to be caught and put back in the production. I think Ranboo(main character syndrome) was in a previous iteration the Saviour, who tried to help sneeg and charlie and others get out of there, to save them, save everyone. but they failed. got captured. once again waking up again with a "it wasn't supposed to be like this..."

and so the cycle continues, and the content wheel keeps spinning.

(ive only been in tumblr tags so feel free to link me any other ppl who arrived at the same conclusion)

[basilpawzz143]

am i cooked i have a fictional crush on this thing/gen

(second image isnt mine obv)

-🐟🐟

i'm very concerned -💻

you may be cooked I fear

[neonun-au]

hi mads!! your writing is amazing 🥹 i think you’re really good at describing a story’s setting in a way that creates a vivid image of the scene but nothing too wordy that i would get bored as a reader. i want to start writing too (as someone starting in my late 20’s, it’s a bit.. lol) but when i do it, it’s either lacking or just too plain boring whenever i describe where the characters are or what they’re doing. do you have any tips?

thank you ! i appreciate that haha creating an image is sort of my main goal in writing. imagery and emotion, ultimately. so im glad that it is sort of paying off for at least some people haha

first of all !! nothing wrong with starting to write at any age. there is no wrong or right time to come to a hobby or an interest. murakami didnt start writing at all until he was 29, and he's not the only one. obvs this is fanfic and not like...literature, but i think maybe that just makes it more fun. and the process and act itself is ultimately the same. its all writing.

i have a few more concrete tips, i suppose ! for me it is incredibly important to make the writing have purpose. your words are meant to be conveying something. a feeling, an emotion, a deeper understanding of the setting or character or plot. figure out what youre trying to say, and then go from there. it helps to tie things into sensory experiences.

what are the characters feeling (like...touch wise). is the sweater theyre wearing wool (rough and scratchy) and cloying at their skin? does it give a feeling of suffocation? or is it loose and breezy, like silk or a light linen? like air lifting the fabric into the air.

what can they see and how does it tie into what youre trying to say? words all have different connotations. the light is either blinding or its bathing you in yellow. maybe theyre the same in actuality, but in feeling and emotion theyre very different.

what can they hear, taste, smell?

those are all things that tie me back into scenes and ground me as a reader and a writer in the story. i prefer a very evocative sort of style. very much show vs tell (though you do sometimes have to tell, especially if its just a short fic). flowery, but not so much that it drowns the writing and the purpose of what youre trying to say. that then throws off the pacing and distracts the reader.

ultimately, it really does just come down to time and practise and patience. ive been writing literally since the second grade (with some huge gaps in between but writing and literature has always been a love of mine), so you have to give yourself time to learn to write in more nuanced ways. it doesnt really come naturally for most people. it is a skill, not an innate talent.

reading a lot from people whose writing you admire is also a hugely important way to learn ! reading more critically, seeing how their words weave together to create the story and the feelings within the story. on the flipside, reading writing from people whose style you dont like is also good ! you can do the opposite. sort of pick it apart and figure out exactly what it is in their writing that doesnt resonate for you.

this is a lot of rambling, but really its very helpful to read, other peoples work and your own! and dont be afraid to write things that you maybe dont think are that great. not everything is going to be great, or even good. i would say i actively dislike or am highly critical of at least 60-70% of my writing LOL but you have to write those in order to finally get to the good stuff. the good news is, this is just fanfiction. its all for fun. were not being paid and we get to just sort of play around with the prose as we see fit !

just try something, hope for the best, and if it doesnt work out then youve still learned something simply by the act of writing it !

[cat3ch1sm]

Could you write something with zuko, illumi, or robin? Anything you’re in the mood for. It’s so obvious I have a type 💀. Top!reader if you can please

🍃| nah bruh my type is the same as urs💀💀 and also ur username is sending me

💚| ayoo thanks for this!! never gotten a tt or an atla request before- this will be headcanons in which reader is stronger than them and how they (characters) react to this! obv this will be in context for the shows these characters r in (ex: illumi- reader is stronger nen user)

🌵| so yea i hope u enjoy<33 so sorry this took so long:(((

🌱| ps the image below is actually mine hehe

pov: y/n is their s/o and more powerful than them

robin (dick grayson)

· tbh, robin is used to people around him being more powerful than he is. all his teammates are definitely stronger than him physically due to their powers/abilities, so it's nothing new.

· but holy crap ur insane

· robin is hardly shaken by anything since he's always fighting ridiculously powerful adversaries and has equally powerful friends. but the sheer power u alone possess is almost a little frightening

· u get to practice fighting with machines only. he can't let u kill anyone while ur sparring😭

· stays way out of range whenever he sees you preparing to use your abilities. he'll very subtly just back up further and further until you're barely within his line of vision- he is not messing with that😭

· due to your abilities, you do tend to get out of control, and often have trouble pulling yourself back together and keeping your powers in check. robin will do whatever he can to help (although he's probably awkward asf abt it lmao)

· sometimes wonders why in the world u even want him fighting alongside you??? u could probably take out ten Robins in ten seconds ngl

· if he is met with someone he doesn't feel is worth physically fighting, he'll just gesture to u (bc of course ur automatically ready to blow up everything in sight) and be like "have at it idc"

zuko

reader is a firebender!

· he's faced countless enemies that have all been significantly more powerful than him (mostly family members </3) but he has genuinely never seen the likes of you. he loves u and all but bro ur scary asf

· often he forgets how powerful u actually are and is usually very caught off guard when he watches u fight

· won't let u spar with anyone- he's worried you'll kill them😭

· the way you take down enemies so effortlessly is never not mesmerizing to him

· seriously- where were u when he was fighting azula?!?!?!?!?!?!

· absolutely shows u off- although he's quite subtle about it. he makes it so somehow everyone knows how powerful u are

· will very awkwardly ask if maybe u could teach him some things like maybe he means if u have the chance and u don't have to but like it would be cool and-

· uses u to terrorize sokka tbh, one fire blast from u and that mf is running

· katara, suki, and aang r probably scared of ur ass too

illumi zoldyck

· huh?!?!?!?! ur more powerful than him??? hold tf up

· insists on watching u in action when he hears that you may be more powerful than he is

· then he finds out it's true and probably starts stalking u. you're someone of interest now- he wonders to what extent your abilities stretch?

· may set traps and try and trick you here and there from behind the scenes to see how you handle it

· no fr how are u more powerful than him??? ur deadass right up there with chrollo

· ur aura is actually terrifying. like, worse than hisoka and illumi combined. even illumi himself tends to shy away when you conjure it up, and that is definitely saying something

· shows no physical sign of intimidation when you prepare to use ur nen but will probably take a step back or two

· will want to test your abilities, probably by having u fight him or various residents in the zoldyck mansion (obv not his family though)

· will probably have to use force to keep hisoka from trying to get at you. if you're more powerful than illumi, then ur more so than hisoka, which means he'll definitely want to fight you really badly

· honestly, the only reason illumi won't allow the two of u to fight is that he doesn't want u to accidentally kill hisoka.

[booksaresacredspew]

Ok first, I need you to tell me more about yours, so I can inject it into my own veins. Second, wanna help me flesh mine out? i can't write it until I have the plot figured out, it's a thing my brain does. I have like two or three scenes or images pretty clear, the rest is fog.

Like, if the witch/fairy has a grudge against Bruno in particular, I can see him telling her that Mirabel is "only a child. Your quarrel is with me." and she basically purrs, "You're right. I was planning on cursing her to prick her finger and die when she turns 15, but it would be more satisfying to curse you instead. but why wait" and then she decides to curse him to basically a living death where his powers turn against him and constantly show him visions of potential dark futures. and also the present. and just before he's totally lost to her curse, she whispers to him "This won't save them, you know. I'm still going to destroy the rest of your family. But this way you won't be there to protect them, you'll only be able to watch." And then he collapses to the floor, his eyes glowing green even through his closed eyelids, and she disappears, leaving devastation and chaos behind her.

I have a vague idea that after Antonio gets his gift, he comes across either Bruno possessing a rat, or a rat who tells him about the benevolent spirit that sometimes walks among them, and he tells Mira about it, and they have a little three-way conference where Mirabel and Antonio find out that Bruno is still aware and he gets to communicate with them and maybe warn them about some of the things he's seen?

Mira might not remember that she is destined to save him. And the others wouldn't tell her, because she's supposed to figure it out by herself. But they don't talk about him because.... it's too painful? I guess?

Aside from the cursed visions, and the dreamwalking in the present, conscious control of his gift is blocked from him by the curse. When they join him in the dream, they go into his mindscape and help him break through the barriers, which are made of cool metaphors and symbols and such. Like, I'm picturing a wall with a gate, only the gate is a ladder you have to walk under, and you know Bruno is too superstitious and his OCD wouldn't let him ever walk under the ladder because that's bad luck. But maybe Mirabel can come up with another solution. Like climbing it, or something.

Since the origin of the gifts is different, and they know Bruno did what he did to protect Mirabel, they don't have the same pressures on them as in canon, at least as a whole family. They are still under a lot of pressure and need help, and working together, to solve it, but the stressors are different. Like instead of trying to earn their gifts, maybe... I dunno. Maybe they're fighting a war against the evil fairy? Or she incites a war against their neighbors? why did they originally start getting gifts in the first place? what did Pedro do? What is Alma's trauma and how does it manifest in this scenario?

And what do the other fairies think of all of this, since they're obv still giving gifts after it happens. Did they eject the evil fairy from their ranks? The big picture is a big blurry blob here.

Heyyy, wanna talk sleeping beauty AUs?

Aaaa I’m so sorry this took forever, I don’t look in my inbox often but YES ABSOLUTELY!!! :D

[littleoddwriter]

Ok sooo I don't know if you've ever gotten a request like this before, but what about a short fic about Riddler/Edward struggling to say I love you (he just keeps giving you cards that imply it throughout several weeks -sry if it's hard to come up with lines for the cards kjndfj) and then you/reader confronts him about it/eases him into admitting it (and obv loves him back) aaakjfvn (also gn reader or male reader whatever you like)

Confessions | Edward Nashton/The Riddler x Male!Reader

Hey there! I haven't, and I absolutely adore this idea. Him expressing his feelings through cards and riddles is something I incorporate in most of the stuff I write about him anyway, it's so lovely to think about! Anyway, I hope you like what I've done with it, thank you for the request. :') <3

summary; See above. Disclaimer: None of the riddles or card texts are mine (bless the internet for helping me out with those).

notes; Male!Reader; Cards & Riddles; Love Confessions; Domestic Fluff.

Ever since he was a child, Edward didn't really know how to express what he was feeling. He always swallowed it down and kept it locked away if it was a 'bad' emotion; and he tried to hide it as well as he could if it was a 'good' one.

After a long time of hiding, though, he's come to find that riddles help him to express his feelings. He loved to write cards for himself with whatever he was feeling, thinking of a riddle that the answer would result in said emotion. It always made him feel better if he was angry or sad, and it was a good outlet for when he was feeling happy.

For almost half a year, he's been dating you. And he loved you. Very much so. He's been falling for you from day one and he continued to fall deeper and deeper, and he longed to tell you that, to let you know just what you were doing with him.

But he couldn't.

Every time he tried to say it, his throat closed up and the words got stuck in it.

He knew he was safe with you and that he didn't have to hide his emotions from you; but this was something big. He knew that. He's heard of relationships getting ruined if it was said too early. Maybe that possibility scared him more than he thought and rendered him speechless every time.

So, instead of outright telling you, he decided he'd express his feelings for you with his cards. That way he could somewhat ease you into it and see what your reaction was, lest he truly ruined the one good thing that has ever happened to him.

Making or finding cards was always easy for him. The one he wanted always stood out to him among all the other ones. And then he only ever needed to think of a riddle that would let you know what was going on inside of him.

The first card he's given you read, "I'm mad about you," with a 'mad' scientist on the cover. He loved it. He truly was mad about you, and so this one was absolutely perfect.

Inside, Ed wrote down his riddle, which was more of a pun, "Why did Carbon marry Hydrogen?" It just fit well with the theme, and he did fantasise about marrying you already.

The answer was, "Because they bonded so well."

Questioningly, you guessed the answer after a couple of seconds, and you both laughed over how silly the joke was. He loved hearing your laugh; especially if he was the cause for it.

About a week later, he gave you the next card. This time it was a cartoonish heart with a smiley face on it, saying nothing on the front.

"What is mine but only you can have?" was what he chose as the riddle for it.

The answer was, "My heart."

It was simple, but he liked it, and so did you.

You guessed it after a few seconds of thinking, like always, and kissed him passionately. His heart soared with it. It truly was yours.

Feeling excited about giving you another card, he went and bought one as soon as possible, instead of waiting a week to not make it as obvious.

This card had no image on it, just text, which he almost thought was a bit too forward, but he felt like he was going to explode and the card basically jumped at him when he saw it.

It said, "I want to hold your hand, laugh with you, walk next to you, snuggle with you on the couch, look into your eyes, talk about everything, and kiss your face, every damn day." And he really did want to do all of that with you.

With a smile, he handed you the card.

Reading it, your own smile grew, but you didn't open the card. Instead, you lowered it and signalled him to come and sit down on the couch next to you.

"Before I read the riddle inside, I wanted to ask you what it is with all those cards so suddenly? Not that I don't like them, because I do, I'm just wondering," you inquired gently, placing your hand on his thigh and squeezing it.

Edward's face grew hot. You said you liked the cards, but now he felt exposed, like maybe you didn't want them, that you hadn't even guessed his intentions at all, which meant that this card could ruin everything. Because the answer to this riddle was, "I love you," and now he was scared to let you read it, to let you guess the thing he's been so terrified of telling you for weeks now.

"Eddie? Baby, it's okay, I'll just read-"

"No!" he exclaimed and snatched the card out of your hands, holding it tightly against his chest. "It's nothing. Not important. I'm sorry if I was coming on too strong with the cards," he told you, lowering his voice slightly.

"You weren't. I told you, I like them. I was just wondering about them, is all. Because I have a feeling about what your intentions might be, but I wanted to be sure," you explained, gently prying the card out of his hands. He let you.

Opening it, you read through the riddle, "Three simple words, but life changing. What are they?"

Anxiously, he watched you, trying to decipher your facial expression, but it was unreadable to him.

That was, until a huge grin stretched your lips and you turned to him.

"Oh, Eddie!" you gasped softly, "I love you, too."

Sighing in relief, Ed felt himself relax.

Combing your fingers through his hair, you leaned in and captured his lips in a searing kiss.

"See, I had guessed that that's why you were giving me those cards. I mean, it was kinda obvious, but I still wasn't sure," you said, leaning back just a little, so your faces were only inches apart, "Thank you for making this so much fun. I've never thought that a love confession could be like this."

Ed felt like he was melting. You were absolutely perfect to him. The fact that he was always so safe with you was really put into perspective for him. You never once judged him for his way of expressing himself. Even now that he's almost cowardly said 'I love you' with a riddle for the first time and hasn't even said it out loud, you still looked at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes and even told him that you liked what he's done. He couldn't believe his luck.

"I love you so much," he practically blurted out, overwhelmed by this feeling.

Chuckling softly, you kissed him again and murmured against his lips, "And I love you even more, my precious Riddler."

Yes, you were indeed the perfect man for him.

[ladysqueakinpip]

1, 5, 7 for the OC ask~

o hi neb

1.) What vibe do you want an OC to have when you first introduce them? Are there any very specific introduction scenes you have in mind for a particular OC?

that absolutely depends on the character LOL but i try to think of key things the audience needs to know about them and also what kind of first impressions would that character want to make on the audience (the second part obv. relies on whether the character is meeting new characters for the first time and is aware that they need to make a first impression or if they are with characters they feel comfortable around (friends/family) or if they are completely alone). when playing dnd specifically its great to think about this bc your character is usually meeting all your friend's characters for the first time and also all your friends are seeing your character for the first time. like when i started playing with shelley (my newest dnd character) in my current game i planned to make her seem as SWEET and adorable as possible since that's how she always wants to be perceived by others. i also wanted to hint that she was full-of-herself so when i dropped the ball that shes actually a horrible person later on it wasn't so shocking and two-faced.

5.) Do you think you have a favourite OC “trope” or type of character?

i definitely do. tragic little blonde men with an attitude. strangely enough i dont think i have a single oc like that so i keep joking i just need to make my own ultimate most "type" character ever. the nicole trademark dude. i've tried to stray away from characters who had tragedy dumped on them from outside sources and go for the trope of characters whose own mistakes make a nasty bed for them to lay in that they have to dig their way out of.

7.) Do you enjoy choosing your OC’s favourite style of clothing and fashion? Why/why not? Which of your OCs has your favourite clothes style?

YEESSSS i love clothes! (♡°▽°♡) character design is one of my favorite things and i collect so many images on pinterest to use as inspiration/resources. one of my fantrolls amytis wears very mori kei-esque clothes because its a favorite style of mine.

[snarkwrites]

26 hours | p. maximoff

☾ notes ☽

Obvs, I haven’t forgotten this little idea of mine. I just kind of got busy with IRL things for a while. This one was sitting untouched on my docs until I read over it and something clicked and now... Here we are. I won’t even bother lying or being humble here, I feel like this one is one of my better pieces. I’m happy it came together and fuckin proud of myself tbh. I don’t say this often or lightly either.

Anyway, heyyy.. guess who’s writing filth again. This girl.

☾ prompts used ☽

[ from this page ] 

26 hours until I fuck you senseless |  I can’t wait to see you tomorrow night. In the mean time, try not to think about how wet I get/hard my cock gets around you. That will just make the wait even harder.” - paraphrased, shortened and spoken

[ from this page ]

I want to fuck you until I can feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock - spoken.

☾ warnings ☽

This is not meant for young eyes. If you’re a minor, dni. If you’re sticking around, here are some other things that may happen within.. Mutual masturbation/voyeurism, dirty talk, body fluids and that’s pretty much it.

☾ characters / pairing & fandom ☽

Pietro Maximoff | Quicksilver x Barton!OFC, Nicola & Marvel Cinematic Universe

☾ other parts ☽

happy birthday | you make my heart beat faster - both have an m rating. One is truly not meant for minors and the other is mildly suggestive at best.

☾ tagging my marvel babes; ☽

@chasingeverybreakingwave​

@kyleoreillysknee​

@micolegg​

@mrsstevenbuchananstark​

☾ everything you need in one place ☽

>> read this to find masterlists, tag list link, etc <<

← good morning kotenok

← 26 hours until I fuck you senseless.

← fuck, I miss you so much.

The sound of my cell phone buzzing against my nightstand woke me up and I reached out to grab my phone still groggy with sleep. That all changed when I read the texts Pietro had just sent me.

I grinned brightly as soon as I realized just how close it was getting to time for him to come back and my thighs clenched tight as a rush of slick pooled in my panties and coated them. I took a ragged breath and fanned myself as I shook my head and wondered aloud just how I was supposed to function normally for the rest of the day with him sending me texts like this and I slipped out of bed to get dressed.

Then I flopped across my bed and proceeded to text him back.

→ are you trying to murder me, Pietro?

→ fuck me senseless, hm? 

→ not gonna lie, I definitely like the sound of that.

I felt like I had to say something, I had to torture him like he was obviously trying to torture me, so I took a deep breath and I thought about it for a second or two before responding.

→ I’m so wet right now. Aching. I can’t wait to feel you buried inside of me.

→ I miss you too and it’s kind of driving me crazy. Love you, baby. Be safe.

After hitting send, I wandered down the hall to fix myself something for breakfast and almost as soon as I started my coffee pot, the cell phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered.

Pietro’s voice filled the line, a perfect mix of gravel and silk. I tried to imagine him, I wondered what time it was wherever they were. I got my answer when he told me that my voice was the last sound he wanted to hear before he went to sleep for the night.

“How wet are you, kotenok? Tell me.” Pietro muttered.

I could feel my body as it heated up all over and I bit my lip, giving a soft laugh as I wandered back down the hall to my bedroom where I flopped across the bed. “I’m dripping, Piet.”

He growled quietly and if I thought I was wet before I was soaked when he did it. He gave a dark chuckle and panted, “Dripping, hm?”

I could just barely hear the slightest quiet creak of a mattress. His breath caught in his throat and it clicked for me exactly what he was doing on the other end of the line. And I whimpered at the thought of it before I could stop it from happening.

“Dripping, baby.” I moaned out as my hands started to roam, catching in the hem of the shirt I was wearing and started to tug it up over my head. I squeezed my breasts and purred quietly, “Not quite as wet as I am when you’re buried inside me, but..” trailing off. Waiting for a reaction.

He swore under his breath and the quiet creaks and movements I was hearing on the other end of the line got just a little louder. Just the visualization of what he was probably doing on his end of the line got me going even more. I closed my eyes and imagined him lying there, sprawled out. Eyes fluttering open and closed and one of those massive hands of his wrapped around his thick cock as he fisted it. My hand left my breasts and wandered down, my fingers dancing over my slit as it started to throb. A smirk came easily as soon as I realized that he might have heard me.

“What are you doing right now, princess?” he muttered lazily.

“Do you really want to know?”

“I asked, kotenok.” he answered, panting. I worked my clit, biting my lip. Arching my body up against the touch of my own fingers as I continued to imagine that it wasn’t my fingers but instead, it was Pietro’s fingers. Or his tongue. Or even better, I thought to myself, his massive cock.

“Touching myself.” I answered in a breathy moan that I couldn’t hold back.

“Are you alone right now, kotenok?”

“Mhm. They finally got my apartment sorted. I’m there. Why?” I whimpered out the question. Instead of answering, I got the sound of dialtone and not even a half second later, he was requesting a video call.

“You’re going to kill me, kotenok. You’re trying to.” he groaned out as soon as I accepted and turned on the video option on my end so that he could see me. “Show me, princess. Show me how wet you are.” he coaxed, taking that firm tone as he said it. Body burning hot all over because we’d never sexted, let alone used a video call to masturbate together and it was new for me. 

I flipped the camera and lowered it, giving him a view of my pussy, letting him see just how worked up his sext had gotten me when I woke up to it.

“Fuck.” Pietro growled out as he stared and licked his lips. 

“Baby, I..” I mumbled, trailing off because I wasn’t quite sure how to ask what I wanted to ask. I wanted to see what he was doing. I wanted to watch.

“Use your words, princess.” he commanded.

“How hard are you right now, Pietro?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Do you want to see?”

“I do, baby.” I answered breathlessly as I swallowed hard. I found a way to prop my phone up against the window over my bed so that he could really see me and I pouted when he vanished from view for a second or so, only to return with his entire body in the frame. He must have done the same thing.

His hand lowered, circling his cock and he gave it a pump or two. I whimpered and bit my lip, letting my own hands drift down. Spreading my legs as I dragged my fingers between my dripping slit, teasing at entry.

His hand pumped his length a little faster and he groaned, bucking his hips against the movement of his hands slowly and clumsily. “Do you know what I want to do to you when I get home?” he asked as he gazed at me, his pupils blown and the look in his eyes hungry.

"What?" I asked breathlessly as I licked my lips.

“I want to fuck you until I can feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock.” Pietro’s hips bucked against the steady pumps of his hand and he growled out a quiet, “Fuck.” as he panted for his next breath. My fingers buried inside of my throbbing sex and I whimpered as I rocked myself against their movement. “Do you want me to do anything, baby?” I asked in a breathless moan.

“Slower. Spread your legs wider so I can see you drip for me.” Pietro groaned out as the pumping movement of his hand slowed and he fixed his eyes on what I was doing intently. “Try not to imagine just how hard I get at the sight of you.. How your body responds when I cum inside it. Fuck..” he breathed out, his hips arching upward as the movement of his hand sped just slightly and he continued to watch me fucking myself with my fingers. 

Wishing it was his thick cock the entire time. My body arched against the speeding of my fingers movements as the mental image formed perfectly clear. A moan escaped my throat and Pietro took several ragged breaths before commanding me to slow down. “You don’t get to cum yet, princess.” he muttered as he slowed down himself.

I was poised on the edge, tearing up in frustration because no matter what I did it just wasn’t enough or the same. It didn’t feel nearly as good as the way it feels when Pietro’s buried inside me. 

“Baby, please?” I begged in a whimper.

Pietro gave a head shake and murmured in a voice as smooth as silk, “Slow down, kotenok.” The firm tone he used only made me wetter, made me want to cum that much more. “If I were there right now I wouldn’t stop until you were shaking, princess.  You know that. Slow down.” he coaxed. All the coaxing in the world didn’t help my frustration and although I did as he demanded, I pouted about it, pleading. I couldn’t get enough friction on my own and it was twice as frustrating for me because he kept making me slow down just before I got the chance to shatter.

“Fuck.” I mumbled in a lust filled daze as I watched him continue to slowly pump his cock. “What else do you want to do to me when you get home, baby?” I questioned.

“I want to take you from behind, princess.. My hand at your throat. I’m not going to stop until we wake up your neighbors. Fuck. I miss the way it feels to be buried inside you.”

I whined, working my clit just a little faster as my fingers scissored and thrust in and out and my back arched away from the mattress. “Can I cum now, Piet? Please?” I begged one last time. My entire body was shaking with need.

He chuckled. “Legs open wider. I want to watch.” he growled out as he worked his hand over his cock faster, trying to catch up to me. “ Eyes on me, kotenok. I want you to see just how much I’m going to fill you up when I get back to you.” he commanded and my eyes fixed on his cock as I worked desperately to hold off just a little longer, just so I could imagine the warmth of him as his cock throbbed deep inside, overfilling me as I finally went over the edge.

I watched hungrily as his cock throbbed and his seed slowly leaked down the length of it, licking my lips, panting breathlessly as I thrust myself against the movements of my own fingers buried deep inside of my cunt, working and scissoring, the quiet slosh of my juices making me almost feral. Desperate. My orgasm ripped through me, blinding and my body spasmed, my pussy clenching my fingers as my juices coated them and I dripped onto the bed below me.

Pietro growled hungrily, his breath coming in labored pants as my eyes fluttered open and fixed on him, still dazed from the high of my orgasm but knowing it was nothing like the one he was going to give me when he got home the next night. 

“Only 26 hours, kitten.” he mumbled sleepily after we exchanged our usual goodbyes and before he hung up the call…

Somehow I feel that this 26 hours is going to be the longest of my life thus far. But it’s worth the wait. He’s always worth the wait... 

[obscureoperations]

This is old. Something I found while shuffling through my archives.  So cringe lads. Martin found one of your toys and became curious. Nsfw obvs. 

For the most part it was all just a waiting game, you were perfectly content with just biding your time. It had been almost a week since you caught him red handed, sitting Indian style in the corner of your room. Your box of “documents” laid open in front of him, the various contents tossed about. An untouched magazine with some greased up cowboy on the cover-- a pair of handcuffs, an unopened bottle of lube. He held the piece up in front of his face, inspecting it as it continued to furiously vibrate between his fingers.  A small cough from the doorway alerts him of your presence, he nearly drops the toy, before quickly tossing it back into the box. He begins scrambling to retrieve the rest of your items.

 “What’s ah… whats goin on here?” You ask, unable to hide your smirk.

“Sorry.. I.. I was just looking for your walkie talkies..I--”

“They’re  in the same place they always are love.” You offer, gesturing over to your dresser. 

He wanted to die, truly he wanted to die. He didn’t always go through your things. No, that would be totally invasive. He just wanted to know what was in that shiny black box. 

Why couldn’t he just mind his business, you were going to hate him. He always knew it was all was too good to be true. He failed to notice that you came to sit beside him, leisurely helping to to collect your things. Your hand would grasp his now and then, causing his heartbeat to exhilarate.

“ Martin, you know I don’t care right… I don’t really have any secrets, what's mine is yours.”

He could practically feel the relief wash over him, but still you had to understand.

“Y/n.. I really didn’t mean to pry… I just saw the box a-and--”

“Now you think I’m a total perv…”

His eyes widen, he lets out something between a cough and a laugh, if anything he was utterly fascinated. “Did you actually use these things… before me?” 

“No.”

Most of them had been gag gifts, stuff from birthdays and the like. To be honest, you didn’t really use any of that stuff. You just kept it all as a laugh.“My friends from college were....they were assholes, I’ll leave it at that.” You shrugged

He was watching you with a curious expression before glancing back over to the open box. The black vibrating device rested next to what looked to be a harness, a realistic flesh colored device laid right next to it. What on earth

“ Yeah, they decided it would become a thing after a drunken game of truth or dare.”

“What happened?” He asked as he casually reached for the harness, inspecting the various buckles.

“Ohh god..” you sigh, looking up towards the ceiling “Look, I'm not going to go into details, they asked what's the wildest things you’ve done in the bedroom. Stuff was said-- and ever since they started calling me “rodeo” .

His eyebrows nearly shot up to his forehead, unable to hide his amused smirk. 

“Rodeo?” What was the best they could come up with.. He still didn’t  completely understand. He figured that at least explained the magazine.

You glance over noting his amused expression. ‘’ Hey, laugh all you want pal, but I’ve never gotten any complaints…” You shrug closing the box, swiftly sliding it under your bed.

“I’m sorry… I’m still just sort of confused… did-- did you have a thing for cowboys or?” 

Your hands shoot up to cover your mouth, stifling a cackle. Something about the innocence in his tone, you should just agree and leave it at that. But still you wondered---it was something that you never dreamed of bringing up to Martin. Rather you had, but had no idea how to even begin. He was honestly perfect for you, so innocent. You had no idea how he would even react. 

“No.. Martin, you laughed. It’s nothing, you wouldn’t understand.”   

“Tell me.”

“Drop it…” 

You knew you shouldn’t have said it, you were already scrambling across the bed. In an instant one leg locks around your waist as his fingers play over your ribs. That little shit!

“M-martinn-- Sto--pp” You wheeze.

“Tell me y/n!” he laughs all the while his fingers ghost over your stomach.

All it took was a few more seconds till you finally relent. Breathless with your back against the mattress.

“God…” You sigh, as you straighten your out your shirt, absentmindedly wiping at your eyes.  

He had to bite down on his cheeks, you were so frazzled, he really didn’t mean to upset you. 

“Fine, but don’t act like I didn’t warn you…

~~

The two of you sat awkwardly at the edge of the bed, your hands fiddled with a stray yarn on the bed spread. “ Oh…” was his simple response. Really, after all the badgering all he could give you was “Oh..”

Well it was better than you should have expected, he was always so shy, so easily flustered, you were surprised he hadn't already mumbled some sort of excuse to leave.

“How many times?” He asks quietly.

“I don’t know really… we were already together. I dont keep track.”

“Was there anyone before him?”

“Well yeah, I had a couple boyfriends back in highschool…” 

His eyes widened a bit…”In highschool?!” 

You could feel yourself turning bright red. He was literally going to think you were some kind of fiend. “Look, it's not like that--”

He nods his head. He really didn’t know what to say. He could already feel that he messed up. He wasn’t truly shocked or upset, just surprised.. You had never bought anything like that up to him. It seemed to be a recurring thing in your relationships-- did his and yours not count?

You were rambling now, but what you were actually saying he wasn’t sure. He had so many questions. Various thoughts and images swirled through his mind. It all shouldn't be a total surprise. It wasn’t like you hadn't shown interest in a certain part of his anatomy, that he really couldn’t understand your fascination with.  It didn’t happen all the time, just once in a while, in the midst of a blow job. It was always good-- too good. He couldn’t fathom how someone could be that good with their mouth. He wanted more, he needed to prolong it, but with every stroke of your tongue he was careening towards the edge. He would beg you to slow down, and you’d reluctantly oblige, placing lingering kisses along his inner thighs. Tongue delving lower, in gentle circles… He blushed at the memory.

He finds himself inching closer, you were still rambling, much like you always did when you were nervous. Why were you nervous? You could tell him anything. Tentatively he raises a hand to your face, lightly cupping your chin. You seemed almost startled for a moment, he leans in kissing you sweetly. He could feel you visibly relax. “It’s almost seven, I need to be getting back”

~~

Over the next few days you could feel a shift in his demeanor, he was always affectionate but there was something else. He would move to rest his head on your shoulder or on your lap when you sat together on the couch. He followed you around like a lost puppy, when you could ask him what was up, he’d simply shrug. He would watch as you busied yourself at the sink, soon enough he would stand behind you holding you close. Lingering kisses along the column of your neck as his hands flitter beneath your shirt. Just ask me.

He thought about it relentlessly, in his mind he was completely yours. He wanted to be yours completely, but you had still failed to ask. He always liked when you took control even if he was the one pleasing you. The way your fingers would entwine in his hair, tugging. It caused  something inside to ignite. The way your hands would always find his neck when you rode him, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.

 How would you want him-- face to face? Or on all fours with your fingers digging into his hips. These were the questions that he needed answers to, he had to find out. It was important.

It was about four thirty the following Saturday when he showed up at your door. You seemed almost surprised to see him. “ Martin! I didn’t think you were coming by until after dinner.” 

 “He let me off early… do you mind?” 

“No, of course not…” You offer letting him in, as you take in his appearance. 

“Well you look nice… were you wanting to go out?”

 “No, not really.”

 He was dressed in all black, hair perfectly combed. His sweater clung to his lithe form almost too perfectly. He looked… good. The two of you chatted idly as you sat on the couch in front of the tv. He watched as your nimble fingers flipped through the pages of the tv guide before you carelessly tossed it to the side. 

“God for a Saturday, the selection is really shit.” 

“That’s fine.” He shrugs inching closer. “I really don't feel like watching anything.” 

You regard him with a curious expression as he almost cautiously eases in. Fingers lightly cupping your chin before kissing you just briefly. You couldn’t get over his scent, something almost citrus along with fresh cut grass. You could feel his hair brush against his cheek as his lips move to your neck. Oh he was good. 

Seconds pass and you find yourself pulling him close as his teeth scrape over your racing pulse. Peppering kisses along your hairline, forehead and eyelids before his lips finally meet yours. The barely audible moan that escapes his throat had your hands reaching for the him of his shirt. Teeth digging into his bottom lip caused him to moan that much louder. Fuck…

He moves to rest on top of you as his hands flitter beneath your shirt, you can feel him already hard pressing against your thigh, you take the opportunity to shift it against him. In an instant his lips are on yours again, the kiss was sloppy, all teeth over tongue. Needy whimpers dying in his throat,you could feel him grow impossibly heated as he ruts himself against your thigh.

 You begin to smooth your fingers through his hair, grasping gently just at the nape of his neck. Tugging, causing him to gasp. You crain his head up to meet his gaze. His cheeks were tinted bright pink, eyes hooded, he looked like he was in a daze. His lips form into a slight pout as his hands dig into the flesh of your hip.

 “What’s gotten into you?” you whisper, gently kissing the tip of his nose. 

 His lips curl into an almost impish grin. “Nothing yet…” 

Your eyebrows shoot up towards your hairline. He was already kicking himself, the line was something from a bad porno. If anything he could get you to laugh, he was already laughing at the absurdity of the words himself. He places a lingering kiss at the curve of your jaw, before resting his head against your chest. Out of instinct, your hands continue to weave through his hair. 

“J-Just what do you need? Huh?”  

That was it, he already wanted to tell you everything. 

. “Just ask me…” 

~~

He felt like he was on fire, this indiscernible itch touched the deepest recesses of his bones. He needed to get closer, but you were only testing the waters-- fingers curling inside of him with ease.  A quiet moan falls from his lips as you bite down against his shoulder, fingers spreading apart, in a scissoring motion. 

His right leg curls around your own, drawing you close as he shivers against you. He can feel the piece pressing against his stomach, larger than he ever actually imagined. 

 It wasn't like you hadn’t throurally prepped him, with both your fingers and your mouth. If anything the use of only two fingers now left him feeling empty-- but there was still the flicker of panic. It only intensified when you climbed off of him, the lack of warmth caused him to shiver. He watched as you reached  for the bottle of lube applying a liberal amount to the palm of your hand. 

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you stroking your hand over the fairly realistic shaped piece. The sight alone turned him on in ways that he would never actually admit. Heat rises to his face as you regard him with an almost predatory gaze. It makes him remember his completely exposed state, legs lewdly spayed in front of you. 

Another drop of pre cum leaks back onto his stomach,his fingers bunch absentmindedly at the sheets. Why were you looking at him like that..

”Y/n” he calls, worrying at his bottom lip.

 “What is it baby?” you ask sweetly, shifting between his legs. You place a hand on his knee urging him to prop it up. The gentleness of the action caused his heart to ache. You began leisurely smoothing your hands over his thighs, mesmerized at how open and beautiful he looked before you. Mouth sized bruises all along his collar bone venturing down across his chest. You can see the faint muscles of his abdomen contract.

 “P--please touch me..” His voice was no more than a whisper, you oblige, running your hands across his chest. Fingernails scrape over a hardened nipple, teasing it to a peak causing him to gasp. 

“I am...” 

“N-no not like that.. I need.. ahh--” His moan, a response to you repeating the same action on the other, pinching down hard enough to bruise. You move your hand to lightly cup his jaw, noting how he leans his cheek against your hand 

“So pretty..”You whisper, moreso to yourself. At this point you had no idea what you did to deserve him. 

Especially when he was looking up at you with those eyes. You didn’t really want to wait any longer you move to position yourself between his legs.

 “Here, put your leg up... “ you whisper as you move to press his thigh against his chest, he blushes profusely at the familiar position. The embarrassment was short lived as you push forward slightly. 

“Ohh.. W-wait..” 

He can feel the blunt head of the phallus pushing lightly at his well prepped entrance… You still instantly…

 “You okay?” 

He sits forward on his elbow, moving some of the hair out of his eyes. He looked so anxious in that moment. 

“Martin… we don't have to do this… or we can ease into it more if you’re not ready.” 

“No.. It’s okay..just--” You lean in tracing your lips over his forehead, moving them to the tip of his nose. 

“What is it?” You ask as you begin peppering kisses along his jaw, he was already starting to lean into your touch. He can feel himself drawing you close, pressing himself against the silicone piece. 

“Slow...okay?” he asks quietly. 

“Promise..”

[mothfishing]

yooo do leif from bug fables

leif time! im gonna put this under a read more since a friend of mine hasnt finished bug fables yet and Yknow

Sexuality Headcanon:

bi!

Gender Headcanon:

genderless!

A ship I have with said character:

[image description: a two panel comic, arranged vertically. in the first panel, leif is leaning on a counter and looking at kabbu, who is looking at him too. in the second panel, leif leans forward and kisses kabbu’s forehead. kabbu has a happy expression. end image description.]

A BROTP I have with said character:

team snakemouth!!! and obviously as i said in the vi ask, him and vi in particular are a terrible, terrible duo

on TOP of that though i rlly like him over time getting to bond with the other cordyceps....

A NOTP I have with said character:

everything gross obv

A random headcanon:

i think leif should teach the other cordyceps how to play spy cards and then zommoth becomes the next spy cards champion

General Opinion over said character:

funny little moth

[loseyoutoloveme]

can you do a rundown/review of every song on folklore like you've done for selena? and what your current top 5 are??

considering this is officially one of my top 3 favourite albums ever i’m v happy to 😌! warning, absolutely every single song will be ranked 10/10

thank for wanting to know my thoughts :( i can’t believe anybody would volunteer to read this JDNSKSDJKDS

first of all, my top 5 is probbbbably gonna change (maybe not tho bc my lover top 5 hasn’t really changed a lot), but for now, i think it’s: august > seven > mad woman > illicit affairs > mirrorball

THE 1:

ngl my very first thought was that it reminded me of same love by macklemore skdjdskjdskjsd but not in a bad way!

literally some of the prettiest lyrics, i knew just from this song that this would top red as her best lyrically (best album in general)

honestly just rly sad and sweet and one of those songs that has such a universal sound i feel?

also the simplest song of the album lyrically (also not in a bad way, just like objectively this is the easiest subject matter on the album with the least opaque lyrics), so a really good opener

best lyrics: “we never painted by the numbers baby but we were making it count/you know the greatest loves of all time are over now” and “we were something don’t you think so/roaring twenties tossing pennies in the pool/and it my wishes came true it would’ve been you”

a cute girl, 10/10

CARDIGAN:

i was surprised by the darkish sound of this one

idk what that like clanking sound in the background is but i find it a lil distracting in the first half of the song - but if i ever find out what it is and it has some symbolic meaning/purpose for being there (i assume it does) i’ll accept it sdjknsd

i love the nostalgia that is so present in like almost every song on this album :(

also the music video is stunning and frames the entire album in the most interesting way, metaphor-wise

best lyrics: “i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss/knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs/the smell of smoke would hang around this long/cause i knew everything when i was young/i knew i’d curse you for the longest time/chasin’ shadows in the grocery line/i knew you’d miss me when the thrill expired/and you’d be standing in my front porch light/and i knew you’d come back to me”

10/10

THE LAST GREAT AMERICAN DYNASTY:

love this one bc it’s like a nice lil exhale in an album filled with angst, like it’s cute and boppy without being aggressive

i’m suddenly absolutely obsessed with rebekah harkness, particularly the “bitch pack” thing and her dyeing someone’s dog green

i love taylor’s storytelling and i love how that’s always been a big part of her approach to songwriting. this is taylor at her best narration, like starlight but so much better. this is a type of songwriting that is so underused these days, esp by mainstream artists and i love so much that she has always used it and been so invested in it

the pronoun change made me screech. sooo goooood

taylor’s obv a deeply autobiographical artist which is why it’s so incredible to hear her tell OTHER people’s stories and somehow make them so her own. like i think it’s mostly the english major in me that just gets so emotional over that...... the way that other people’s stories became our own through the way we tell them......

this song is def the one that is most explicit about the album’s theme of telling stories but ones that tell something about her (and about her listeners too), by switching to personal pronouns at the end. it sets up a pattern for the rest of the album, where each song is about one thing (the actual story she’s telling) but also about a bunch of other things.

a good example of why she’s the greatest songwriter of this generation

best lyrics: “there goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen/she had a marvelous time ruining everything”

10/10

EXILE:

bon iver’s voice was a full shock to the system the first time i listened and idk why sdkjnds it is just so deep and i was not at all expecting it esp after the cuteness of tlgad

anyway these lyrics are GORGEOUS

i love a duet where the 2 singers’ lyrics are meant to be directed at each other. is there a word for that type of duet idk but it always makes a duet infinitely better

the miscommunication exemplified in the bridge...... chef’s kiss heartbreaking

out of all the songs this is the one that makes me feel the most like i am in the middle of a forest in winter. i can already picture myself listening to this song in december with the sound of a crackling fire in the background mmmmmmmm my exact vibe

best lyrics: “you’re not my homeland anymore/so who am i defending now?/you were my town, now i’m in exile seeing you out” and “i’m not your problem anymore/so who am i offending now?”

10/10

MY TEARS RICOCHET:

this chorus BRRROOOOKE ME

writing songs presumably about the masters situation and framing them as breakup songs was absolutely galaxy brain

i feel like the image of tears ricocheting has like a million layers to it and is just suuuuch a smart metaphor

also just such a visually rich song ? so is every song on the album but the metaphors of this song are all just so visual

best lyrics: “i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace/and you’re the hero flying around saving face/and if i’m dead to you why are you at the wake?” and “i can go anywhere i want/anywhere i want, just not home”

10/10

MIRRORBALL:

ok so i did like this one on first listen, i loved absolutely everything on first listen, but it didn’t hit my top 5 until like 8 listens later, so it’s def a big grower and i think could be a huge fan fav by next year

the self-awareness in her writing will never fail to amaze me

the way that life is just performing...... yeah

but it’s crazy to me that a person could be like “i’m a compulsive people pleaser and performer and i’ll do anything to get ppl to like me” and that leads to “i am a disco ball” like ???? her brain is so big. it’s such a gorgeous metaphor.... and the circus imagery AHHHHH

best lyrics: “i’m still on that tightrope/i’m still trying everything to get you laughing at me/i’m still a believer but i don’t know why/i’ve never been a natural, all i do is try try try/i’m still on that trapeze/i’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me” and “i can change everything about me to fit in”

10000/10

SEVEN:

this one simply rips my heart out

at first i was like oh this is so weird and then the chorus just would not leave my head

for me personally, nostalgia is literally 90% of my personality and just for so many personal reasons the thought of childhood ending and all of the growing pains that come along with that have been at the forefront of my psyche for the past year. so it just kills me whenever i find a song like this one and it kills me that taylor specifically has several songs about this topic and this is 100000% the best of them all. like it’s the most beautiful experience to have your thoughts and feelings and fears expressed so perfectly by a total stranger, and that’s rly what art is about and i love taylor for doing that for me and millions of other people

i just feel like this song brings up so many vivid beautiful memories of childhood for so many people, like being outside in the summer and screaming and being free. ugh

the pause after “i hit my peak at seven” before completing the phrase........ OOOOOOOOOF IT HITS TOO HARD

and sound-wise, just so off-beat and cool and unique

best lyrics: “i hit my peek at seven/feet in the swing across the creek” and “are there still beautiful things?” and “love you to the moon and to saturn/passed down like folk songs/the love lasts so long” and “before i learned civility/i used to scream ferociously/any time i wanted”

100000000000/10

AUGUST:

i knew immediately that this would be my favourite tbh like i could sense it the second it began

i wrote my first impression thoughts in my journal and you can tell the exact moment i got to the bridge bc i just started screaming sdnjksdkjsdn

i would 100% get a tattoo that said “to live for the hope of it all”

everything about this song is LITERALLY flawless like i have.......no notes......no thoughts.......it’s just an absolutely perfect song

best lyrics: “back when we were still changing for the better/wanting for was enough/for me it was enough/to live for the hope of it all" and “august sipped away like a bottle of wine/cause you were never mine”

100000000000000000000000000/10

THIS IS ME TRYING:

this song is rly good but i keep forgetting it exists omg :/ once i learn all of the lyrics i’ll appreciate her more

the strings are gorgeous

i was rly surprised that this one was done with jack instead of aaron just bc the bridge of this sounds SOOOO the national

these lyrics could be interpreted in so many different ways depending on the listener’s experiences and that’s beautiful

best lyrics: “i was so ahead of the curve/the curve became a sphere/fell behind all my classmates and i ended up here” and “it’s hard to be at a party when i feel like an open wound/it’s hard to be anywhere these days when all i want is you/you’re a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town”

10/10

ILLICIT AFFAIRS:

that soft high note on “down,” “stop,” etc is sooooo nice

i don’t have many thoughts on it, it’s just so soft, SOOOOOO gorgeous instrumentally and lyrically

best lyrics: “it’s born from just one single glance/but it dies and it dies and it dies/a million little times” and “don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby/look at this godforsaken mess that you made me/you showed me colours you know i can’t see with anyone else” and “you taught me a secret language i can’t speak with anyone else/and you know damn well/for you i would ruin myself/a million little times”

100000/10

INVISIBLE STRING:

like i said about tlgad, this is a nice little break from all the angst and pain and anger sdnjksdnskjsd just a sweet little break to remind u there are good things in the world too. so placed really well in the tracklist imo

super super super super cute chorus

so many pretty melodies

absolutely an autumn song btw

best lyrics: “time, mystical time/cutting me open, then healing me fine”

10/10

MAD WOMAN:

i literally lost my mind listening to this for the first time

i have such a thing for scorned women anthems like i will immediately love it whatever it is

the pure rage when she says “cause you took everything from me” gives me full body chills

it is just so eerie and haunting and perfect

best lyrics: “women like hunting witches too/doing your dirtiest work for you/it’s obvious that wanting me dead/has really brought you two together” and “every time you call me crazy i get more crazy/what about that?” and “good wives always know/she should be mad, should be scathing like me/but no one like a man woman”

1000000/10

EPIPHANY:

i find this one so hard to listen to but it’s absolutely beautiful and devastating and so heavily relevant for i think the whole world rn

the heart monitor and the trumpets tying both of the topics in together is so genius and so heartbreaking

i think will be the sygb of folklore where it makes everybody cry so much that it becomes a skip despite being a beautiful song

best lyrics: “something med school did not cover/someone’s daughter, someone’s mother” and “some things you just can’t speak about”

10/10

BETTY:

first of all THE HARMONICA

this made me so happy bc it’s just so debut and so fearless and it made me SOOOOO nostalgic on my first listen, because it really felt to me like i was getting to listen to a song from debut or fearless for the very first time again

it’s just so sweet and cute and simple and yet another very self-aware moment of looking back to her past material/subject matter

best lyrics: “would you have me? would you want me?/would you tell me to go fuck myself/or lead me to the garden?” and “i’m only seventeen, i don’t know anything/but i know i miss you”

10/10

PEACE:

the bass at the beginning is soooooo nice

this miiiiiight be the strongest song on the album lyrics-wise but idk yet

not much to say, it’s just so gorgeous

best lyrics: “i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm/if your cascade ocean wave blues come/all these people think love’s for show/but i would die for you in secret” and “would it be enough if i could never give you peace?” and “i talk shit with my friends, it’s like i’m wasting your honour”

10/10

HOAX:

i have a feeling this one will be underrated/underappreciated bc it’s just simple and dark and the last song, but this is....... a lyrical masterpiece

i feel like i need to be playing this on vinyl with all of the lights off and just a candle burning yknow, like there’s just something so dark and ancient about it

best lyrics: “my winless fight/this has frozen my ground” and “your faithless love’s the only hoax i believe in/don’t want no other shade of blue but you/no other sadness in the world would do” and “you knew it still hurt underneath my scars/from when they pulled me apart/but what you did was just as dark/darling this was just as hard”

10/10

OVERALL: 10000000000/10 literally one of the best albums i have ever heard and (while i wouldn’t put it past her to top it) absolutely the best work of her career. so complex and layered and emotional and painful and genuine and different. not to get ahead of myself but this is/should be considered her blue, her rumours, her abbey road....... god. can’t wait to listen to this album for the rest of my life and play it for my future children and just watch it live on as the greatest work of one of the most important artists of the 21st century

[flamingo-writes]

I Call the Shots — Zoro x Reader

Request: “Could I request an nsfw piece w/ an afab reader who has they/them pronouns - who’s been in a dry spell and really pent up, and either Ace or Zoro helps them out?“

[Ace’s version]

AN: I’ll write one for Ace too because it was impossible for me to choose one of those two. However, right now I just had time to write Zoro’s. I’ll post Ace’s either today or tomorrow. I’m also surprised at myself with this one, I don’t usually write smut, I wasn’t expecting this to turn out so...yeah....

Words: 2.3K 

Warnings: Smut, obvs. Also swearing.

Up to this point it was unbearable. The frustration was clawing your eyes out. Conscious of every single detail made your skin tingle and a devouring hunger wanted you to fling yourself into the first person you saw in an urge to satisfy the desperate tingling in your belly.

However, you were still aware of your own actions, and letting your imagination run wild only to make you feel worse.

In order to cope with your exasperating and overwhelming self, you decided to hide in the crow's nest and train until your muscles ached, hoping that maybe straining your muscles and tiring your body worked better than touching yourself, since the latter only seemed to worsen your condition.

"Oi, [Name] mind if I train with ya?" Zoro's familiar voice echoed louder that the sound of your knuckle knitting so desperately the sandbag.

You stopped and gazed over your shoulder, immediately hating yourself for doing so.

"Be my guest" you gasped tiredly as Zoro's bare torso reminded you how bad of a plan it was to hide here, since Zoro spent most of his day training.

Your heart started beating harder and it only encouraged to punch the sandbag harder.

In a failed attempt to keep yourself focused on the pain in your hands, you slowly peeked over your shoulder every now and then, yo find Zoro a few meters away carrying a bar with a crazy amount of disks and making squats.

The view of all of his muscles contracting as he made his way up pained you, and the peculiar warmth began to manifest in your belly.

Along with the frustration concentrating in between your legs, another uncomfortable sensation ran down your nose, and instinctively you  wiped the back of your hand against it, tainting the bandage around your hands with blood.

"Fuck" you muttered and covered your nose, as Zoro seemed to notice your low curse.

"You alright?"

"Y-yeah..."

"You're bleeding" he lifted the weight over his head and squatted leaving it on the floor. "You shouldn't force yourself too much"

"Im not...forcing myself too much...I think"

"Or maybe you're just horny" Zoro joked as you glared at him ashamed.

The swordsman noticed your blank face confirming what originally was a joke. His instant reaction was to laugh as you blushed.

"Shut up!"

"I'm sorry, [Name]. I really am...it's just that the whole thing was too funny" he sighed and walked towards you. "Need help with that?"

"Is this a joke? Are you expecting me to say yes so just you can keep making fun of me?"

"Oh, I mean it, babe" Now dangerously close to you, he lifted your chin with a single finger so you'd look into his dark mischievous eye. "I wouldn't mind giving you a hand to help you feel better" his voice was now lower, and it tickled your skin, just like another finger wiping away the small trail of blood between your nose and your lips.

"Don't you dare talk about this to anyone" you threatened. 

"As if! I'd be made fun of just as much as you" Zoro chuckled as you gazed at him threateningly "If that's a yes, then we'll do it my way"

"What does that mean?" You blushed curious about what those dark vexatious eye hid.

"First of all, tell me what you want from me, babe" he purred into your ear as goosebumps soon spread all over your body.  

Zoro leaned back to look at you as you were blushing wildly  looking at him. He chuckled and pecked you so lightly it made your heart stop for a second.

"I can't hear you [Name]"  the way his voice caressed your ears when he said your name only made your insides warmer and warmer, as you hummed an affirmative.

Zoro turned around and walked to the small pile of clothes where his green coat and bandana were.

"I want you to make me feel better..."  you said.

"What else, darling?" He kneeled and grabbed his bandana as you gulped.

"I want you to fuck my brains out"  you saw him stand up and walk back towards you with slow rhythmical steps, almost as of he were a predator getting closer to its prey.

"Is that so?" The seductive whisper rumbled through your body as he wrapped his bandana around your eyes, blinding you, and enhancing your touch.

He smiled pleased with the small flinch you made followed by the hairs in your neck and arms spiking up.

"Undress for me, baby" he whispered close to your mouth, as you could almost feel and taste his lips.

"Y-yes" your voice shook as you obediently did as you were told.

Zoro walked a few steps back and stared shamelessly as you undressed, leaving yourself exposed to him. His own heartbeat was starting to rise just as well, as he walked towards you, cupping one cheek in his calloused hand and proceeded to brush his lips down your jaw to your neck.

The gentle touch, almost like the flutter of a butterfly's wing burned it's way down to the base of your neck where Zoro without a previous warning bit your skin.

You gasped loudly, following with a gentle moan as he sucked on your hypersensitive skin.

"Ah, ouch!" You complain after he bit you again in one other soft spot on your neck "don't get too excited"

"I said we're doing it my way" he growled. "You don't get to tell me what to do. I'm the one calling the shots here" his hands made their way around your waist "Jump"

After cursing at him lowly, you jumped, wrapping your legs around his torso as he held on tightly to your legs, clawing his hands onto your thighs.

Without wasting any more time, he crashed his lips against yours, swallowing the surprised gasp that escaped your lips.

The warmth of his skin against yours set ablaze the growing heat between your legs. And your entire body screamed for you to feel more of him, preferably deeper. Feeling how your own body was starting to scream for you to do something immediately at the carnal instinct devouring you like a disease.

Zoro broke the kiss with a soft chuckle.

"I'm not even started, and you're already dripping all over me, [Name]" he purred.

You blushed instantly at the thought of how the smallest touch of your crotch against his abs had made you that wet that fast. Even with the bandana on your face, Zoro could see how much your face had turned red.

Smiling devilishly, he kissed your jaw, enjoying the feel of your dripping going down his treasure trail peeking over his  sweatpants. He chuckled as you can feel him grin against your neck as an idea sprouts in his head.

Spinning on his toes he guides you to a small couch and kneeled, putting you down on the couch as he remains still between your legs.

His lips leave yours but keep traveling down your body. Kissing your chest as his mouth found its way to one of your nipples and bit it gently, prompting you to moan embarrassingly loud as you quickly bit your lip.

"Don't. I want to hear you, babe. It really turns me on" His breath against your breast sent shivers all over your body, as Zoro noticed how your legs tightened around him for a brief moment.

His mischievous tongue kept tickling your nipple as one of his hands squeezed your other breast.

Before you could get used to Zoro teasing your breasts, his lips continued their way across your body, getting lower and lower as you could feel your body begin to shake lightly in anticipation as you

"Zo-Zoro" you gasped as soon he made his way to your clit, kissing it gently , before he proceeded to taste your eager folds.

One of your hands made its way to his hair, grasping at it, as he hummed against your skin.

His tongue was moving slowly, as you gasped and moaned, getting more and more shaky.  

It wasn't long before his torture became worse, as two fingers slid effortlessly inside you. With his thumb against your clit and his index and middle finger moved inside you, he stared at you, amused at how you were whispering his name, arching your back  and rocking your hips to enhance the feel of his digits inside you.

Seeing you like that only made the urge within him grow and grow, eager to take you and claim you as his. But he was going to keep playing with you for a little longer.

As you feel your climax begin to condense around Zoro's fingers, he pulled them out abruptly, interrupting your almost breaking point.

You gasped louder that before and breathed deeply as you caught your breath and remembered where you were.

"Fuck you" you hissed at him, slightly unamused that your orgasm had been denied.

He chuckled as he gazed at his fingers dripping, all covered in you.

"You can take that off your eyes now" he murmured as he licked his fingers clean.

Knowing his comment was more an order than a suggestion you proceeded to take off the cloth from your eyes. And as your eyes adjusted, the first thing you saw only made you feel like you wanted all of this to be over with you finally satisfied.

The image, Roronoa Zoro licking the fingers he had in you, with the most desire burning eye looking at you hungrily. He crawled on top of you, as you lied on the couch and he adjusted his position. On top of you, between your legs.

He looked at you, his eye devouring your image hungrily as his most primitive instincts urged him to act. He untied the string of his pants and slid them off, holding his needy length close to your entrance.

"Look at me when I claim you as mine"

The way his voice said that made you sigh deeply as your eyes begged him to do it at once.

He positioned himself, and with a slow yet deep thrust, he pushed himself inside as you moaned and tried  to keep your eyes open for him.

He grunted, as you wrapped him up warmly, your legs around his waist pushing him deeper inside you. Prideful smile spread across his face as he saw the lust consume your face as he began thrusting himself hard and deep. Such an uncontrolled strength soon pulled you over the edge, as he pushed you over the cliff, tightening around him, as a guttural growl left his lips and he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’re so fucking tight” He purred.

“That’s the thing about female orgasms, you know” You joked, trying to focus your sight on him, still feeling the tingling all over your body.

“Don’t get cocky on me” With an even deeper thrust, he prompted a louder moan off of you, causing you to close your eyes, tasting the last bit of climax. “Fuck” He said as his pace fastened, as the heat in your belly remained there despite your recent orgasm.

He slid an arm around your back, and pulled you towards him, as he used his other arm, holding on to the backrest of the couch to pull himself up and on to his feet. Still with your legs around his hips, Zoro made his way to the closest wall and pushed you against it.

The cold wall against your sweaty back made you jolt, as Zoro’s weight pushed you back to the wall. What was once a controlled rhythm was now growing erratic and wilder. He was thrusting deeper and harder, as his teeth continued to paint marks all over your neck and chest.

Still with your senses enhanced, now by the adrenaline, you felt yet another very welcomed warmth between your legs as Zoro kept pushing himself inside in a feral way. The idea of Zoro’s enjoying this as much as you pleased you, sharpening your mind with sinful thoughts.

“Ah, Zoro” You gasped burying “Cum inside me”

Your voice sent shivers all over his back and felt him tense up as he looked at you in the eye questioningly.

“Are you sure you?” He whispered raising an eyebrow, as his mind screamed at him, hoping for you to say yes.

“Nothing’s going to happen. Trust me” He smiled devilishly at your answer, being the only motivation he needed.

“Aren’t you a kinky one?” He kissed your jaw, as you breathed in deeply, enjoying the feel of his lips against your skin.

“You’re the one who blindfolded me and watched me undress”  You remarked.

Zoro hummed pleased against your skin.

“Say that again” He purred softly.

“You blindfolded me…”

“Not that” He growled as you chuckled amused against his ear.

“Cum inside me, Zoro” One deep thrust hit you, as you began to lose focus of the world again. “Please” You begged with a loud moan as you clawed your fingernails to his back.

If you thought his pace couldn’t become any more untamed, it did. You were beginning to climax around himself again when he pushed himself inside, releasing deep within you, his grip on you legs tightening painfully, as you screamed his name.

Staying still for a few seconds as the both of you recovered, you heard each other catching your breath back. He slid outside, and put you back on your feet. However, feelings your legs all wobbly and weak, you leaned against the wall and slid until you were sitting on the floor.

Zoro eyed you one last time, noticing how your chest was covered with his marks, and how he was dripping out of you. Proud, he smiled to himself.

“You overdid it with the hickeys…” You complained looking at your chest painted with all sorts of tones between red and purple.

“Is so you don’t forget who do you belong to, now” He growled as his eye stared at you still devouring you, sending shivers down your now satisfied body.

“Oh, so is this going to happen again?”

“Like I said, I call the shots” Was his only response as he walked to the couch and grabbed his pants and underwear.

[voldemorthatesnose96]

Sander broke up with her every time he went to robbe though, the only cheating moment was first kiss. She slapped him and at the beach before cheating even happened she acted like sander was a little boy not capable of anything. The same when his episode happened. All she cared was about her image and well being not sander's.

(2) you know men can get abused too and sander was abused by how britt was with him and if you telling she is not wrong than you are erasing all people who are in abusive rl.

Lemme say few things about this for the last time :

1. She slapped him, yes. It was highly unnecessary. I admit that and there’s no excuses

2. For the first anon, seems like you really hate her and I guess no matter what I say or think, you can’t changed your mind. I understand and respect that, and I hope you would do the same to mine. That’s all I can say to you

3. To the second anon, you accused me and I’m deeply hurt by that. You know nothing about my life but now because of you, I need to open up my past experiences that I also the victim from the abusive people, both verbally and physically, at school and home. Please re-read what I said again in the previous asks—I NEVER said anything about her not being wrong, I NEVER said she’s a saint because I just wanted to share what I thought and looking at the bigger picture, trying my best not to get too one-sided; hope you understand about this first. And ofc I completely understand that abused victim could happened to ANYONE, regardless their genders or sexes and I’ve seen plenty people in my life going through the same thing. But all I ask of you is that, let’s think objectively—Sander was at fault because he wasn’t being honest, he was looking for a shelter and using Britt but at least he kept telling her that he’s falling in love with Robbe to her. Britt was at fault because she wasn’t being mindful about Sander’s wellbeing, she slapped him in public, but I also feel she truly cared for him in a much different than Robbe obvs. Don’t forget that we see the world through Robbe’s eyes and sometimes from Sander’s too, so they expected us to feel what they feel about certain things and characters. All of them were doing things they thought the best, they were all making mistakes and learning from it, and Britt wasn’t an exception. Hope you get what I’m trying to convey

[xoxohaikyuu]

In light of the holiday and my need to Pretend Everything is Fine™ after the latest manga chapters... Have some Halloween crack for one of my fave volley duos (if you don’t mind a few f-bombs and college shenanigans; no other warnings): 

A Super Saiyan Halloween 🎃

Screeeeech! Screech! Screeeech!

“Shit!” Kuroo’s steepled legs fell flat to the rug as his heart jumped out of his damn skin. He had been sitting at the foot of his bed, studiously looming over the chemistry textbook he’d propped up on his knees. Now, however, he was scrambling to his feet, whirling toward the source of the unearthly noises coming somewhere behind him.

Screech! Screech!

The banshee shrieks were apparently emanating from…his pillow? Then he saw it: his phone, the screen alight with…an image of a horned owl. “Fucking. Bokuto.” Sometimes he hated his roommate almost as much as he loved him.

Kuroo snatched up his phone to silence the mournful warbles blasting through his room. “A squawking owl—really?!” He ran a hand through the overhang of his bangs.

“Broooo, c’mon!” Bokuto’s voice boomed through his phone’s speaker, somehow just as earsplitting as the owl cries that Bo had, apparently, personalized as his ringtone. “First of all, it’s a Screech Owl. Second of all, it’s festive! All spooooky and shit, right?” He let out a thunderous laugh.

Kuroo scrubbed a hand down his face as his heart rate slowly leveled off, fighting to keep the grin off his lips. “Alright, asshole. Now that you’ve successfully gotten me to dropkick my chem book into the wall…” His dark eyes jumped to the point of impact, glaring at the dent that would’ve definitely cost him his safety deposit...

...If, ya know, Bokuto hadn’t already seen to that by ricocheting a spike off Kuroo’s ass into the damned ceiling the actual, literal, for-real first week of classes! Kuroo had been sound asleep, simply enjoying a face-down catnap on the too-small couch in the living/dining space of their ‘student athlete’ dorm. But apparently Kuroo’s fine ass had proven too sweet a target for Bokuto to resist.... 

Kuroo bit down a laugh, he’d add the latest dent to Bokuto’s ever-growing damages tab.

Then again… Kuroo might have retaliated to the ass-spiking incident by creeping into their shared bathroom while Bokuto was showering…and dumping several tray’s worth of ice cubes onto Bo’s stupid owl head. Which, in turn, may have resulted in Bokuto’s flailing himself into a tangle with the shower curtain...and wrenching the entire damned curtain rod from the drywall…. Then Bo—soaking wet, still-sudsy, a towel barely clinging to his hips—might have torn after a cackling Kuroo, pelting him with an arsenal of toiletry bottle projectiles...until they’d turn their dorm into veritable a slip-n-slide with all the spilt shampoo and shower gel....

Their dorm still smelled faintly of Old Spice, and duct tape was still the only thing keeping their shower curtain up—their first week of college had been a bit of a shitshow. 

Kuroo might have snorted if he hadn’t slapped his knuckles to his lips. “What do you want, Bo?” he snickered. 

“Bro, bro, bro!!” Bokuto began anew, his voice going quieter, more conspiratorial, with each ‘bro,’ “I know what we’re doing for Halloween.”

Now Kuroo let his grin spread unrestrained. He’d been waiting for this. They had the team’s unofficially-official annual Halloween party next weekend, and, per tradition, everyone on the team but the seniors was required to participate in the costume contest, either alone or in pairs. Naturally, being the dream team that they were, he and Bo were entering together. And they were going to win. 

“Oya?”

“Oya, oya!” Bokuto shouted. “Check your texts!”

The photos arrived a moment later; Kuroo’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh-ho-ho!”

Oh, this was going to be good….

—

So I was totally gonna write this thing—I mean, check my sweet-ass collages! Instead, I scratched this out, uh, just now...after my neighbors plied me with their amazing autumn sangria while we passed out candy. Shhh, don’t judge me. 😂 Obvs not really edited or finished, but I wanted to post something festive. 🎃 Here’s where dis shit was supposed to go (and might still one day):

Bokuto booming out “KAKAROOOOT” at Kuroo every chance he gets (even though Bo’s Gohan, not Vegeta). 

Kuroo calling Bokuto “Son” all damn night. 

Bokuto painting a volleyball blue…for the sole purpose of shouting “KAAAMEEEHAAAMEEEHAAAAAA!!” while spiking it at people throughout the evening. What could possibly go wrong??

Bokuto roping the next 🦉 captain into it as well: “You can be Vegeta, Akaashi, I’ll gel your hair up like mine and—! ” “Bokuto-San, I don’t even go to your college, I can’t participate in your team’s costu—” “Just come! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE—!” “Fine, Bokuto-san! …Fine… But no spandex.” 

(More of my 🍷 bullshit  beneath the cut, ft. Kenma and Tsukki.)

Bo and Kuroo harassing Tsukki into coming with Akaashi because “TSUKKI YOU’RE BLONDE—YOU’RE PRACTICALLY A SUPER SAIYAN ALREADY!” Tsukki’s deadpan: “Not a chance.” “…But you’re still coming, right?” “…Only to see the campus and the team.”

Kuroo halfheartedly lamenting the fact that Kenma isn’t a party animal since he could have been an awesome Trunks if he’d dyed his hair purple—his roots need a touch-up anyways—and slapped a Capsule Corp logo to his phone. 

Bo aiming that Kamehameha ball at multiple asses throughout the night (mostly Kuroo’s, Tsukki’s, and Akaashi’s ofc). Akaashi, gesturing vaguely at his chest after Bokuto just made him spill half his drink down his shirt: “Bokuto-san, you really ruined a perfectly good volleyball for this…?” 

Bo getting “philosophical” several drinks in like: “AKAASHI!! What do you think would happen if I spiked a Dragon Ball, like, for real??” Akaashi stares into his Solo cup for a long moment, wondering if this is really what his life has come to, then downs half his drink. It’s not strong enough.

Alright. That’s it. This concludes my tipsy Halloween bullshit. Highfives to anyone who made it this far (🙌🏻), and here’s the panel that got me on this bullshit, colored Super Saiyan on my iPhone. 😹 Happy Halloween, ya’ll.