#shut up kate — ooc

[queenxfjustice]

I still can't get over the fact that Cahara has a literal wife and unborn child and yet is the SLUTTIEST of the Fear & Hunger protags. He's ready and willing to perform a Sylvian flesh marriage with just about ANYONE and it's SENDING ME.

[hxpelessnurse]

Y'all aren't ready for the Per'kele fancam.

[stolenparticles]

i hope the rumors about kate showing up in a post-credits scene in quantumania is true, because i deserve content for the besties

[antihcroes]

okay but kate wallis and joy from room are coded the same way and if kate hadn’t shot martin then she very well could’ve ended up like joy, tell me i’m wrong -

[hard-core-super-star]

Ngl, being able to edit things here is cool, other media don't have this option so all you have to do is delete or slowly die every time you remember that mistake🥲

WELL– in that case it would be really fun to see Yelena just being a big softie to reader and end up getting caught by her friends doing so, then everyone would make fun of her or something (it would probably be their last time making fun of something in their lives, poor souls.

I saw that you still have things to write, so no hurry (and good luck with all this-). Also, Your writing is really good so it will be good anyway, but I'm sure you'll get it!

passive-aggressive magic tricks [Y.Belova]

pairing: yelena belova x reader

summary: a fun game night with your friends takes a turn when they realize how much of a soft dork the russian turns into when she's around you.

warnings: none, i think [except peter being verbally attacked every other paragraph lmao]; so much dialogue; a weirdly written game of uno; just...so much chaos; never written for yelena before so feel free to yell at me if she's too ooc in this one

wordcount: 1.2k

a/n: this gif makes me feel things gonna start this off by saying that this is meant to be romantic but you can read it as platonic if you want. i know everyone has an opinion on yelena's sexuality and not everyone will agree with mine and that's okay! [just don't be a jerk about it. i personally think yelena is a demiromantic asexual so do with that what you will] ALSO, this is so chaotic and borderline nonsensical and you can blame 🌟 for making me think about yelena playing uno that one time. ALSO ALSO, thank you for the vote of confidence, lovely anon, this was actually really fun to write and i hope you enjoy <3

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“This sucks,” Kate declares with a pout.

“Don’t be such a crybaby, Kate Bishop.” Yelena’s words only make the archer’s pout deepen which makes the whole situation feel even more ridiculous.

“Yeah, Kate,” you jump in. “You’re the one who started talking shit in the first place.”

An offended gasp escapes her lips at your accusation. “I wasn’t talking shit! I was being honest about my skills.”

This time, Peter cuts in before the blonde gets a chance to make fun of the archer again. “Guys, I thought we decided against Monopoly so we wouldn’t fight.”

“Fighting is Yelena’s love language,” you reply with a shrug.

You pretend not to notice the way the Russian’s lips quirk up into a small smile and instead focus on Kate and her awful decision-making skills. It takes her a few extra seconds and she still manages to choose the most annoying card in her hand.

“It took you two minutes to throw in a plus-four?” Peter questions, clearly doing his best to not sound judgemental.

“Shut up and take the cards, Pete.”

The boy grumbles something you don’t quite catch but Kate is quick to punch him in the arm, earning herself a kick to the shin. Their dynamic is certainly…interesting and you can’t stop yourself from wondering how much of it comes from being two only children attempting to one-up each other.

Yelena leans in toward you, pretending to whisper. “Why are we hanging out with them again?”

The pair clearly overhears her considering both the glare and the pout that gets thrown your way. You merely shrug in response, attempting to shield your cards from her expert gaze. “It’s…entertaining, I guess.”

“You guys are jerks,” Kate says, speaking the thoughts Peter is far too nice to vocalize. (It’s definitely not because he’s terrified of getting on Yelena’s bad side.)

“And you suck at Uno.”

She rolls her eyes at you but decides not to reply. The small moment of silence allows Peter to take his turn and the game continues…until Yelena decides to betray you.

You’re not fully paying attention to the strategies each one of your companions is forming which means you don’t realize it when they decide to team up against you.

You’re only four cards away from winning and the blonde beside you can’t stop herself from sneaking a look at your deck. Kate somehow manages to catch her in the act and the two stare each other down until the archer raises an eyebrow, silently asking to be a part of the Russian’s plan.

A plan that quickly leads to Kate placing down another plus-four card and Peter being thrown one of Yelena’s under the table. 

“We can stack, right?” He asks, mainly in an attempt to keep you from noticing what they’re doing.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you reply with a shrug. “Just don’t be surprised when Yelena pulls out a knife from her boot.”

The joke gets a few chuckles, and a slightly concerned look from the young Avenger. 

“Do not worry, Spider-Boy, I promised y/n I wouldn’t threaten you…again.”

“Right…” Peter’s clearly not convinced but he throws in his card anyway.

You turn to face Yelena with a smug smirk. “Sorry, babe, but it looks like I’m on my way to winning this round.”

“You sound like Kate Bishop.” She playfully rolls her eyes at you but the glint in her eyes shows off more amusement than annoyance. “I hope you handle losing better than she does, though.”

“Hey!” You and the archer both voice your protests, albeit for different reasons, as the blonde slams down the last plus-four card needed to ensure you won’t win any time soon.

This time around, she’s the one who looks at you with a smug grin but you’re too busy being dramatic to fully appreciate how good she looks when she’s being competitive. It’s genuinely just a stupid card game and yet you pull out all the tricks you’ve learned over the past few months to get the Russian to melt into the huge softie she is at heart.

“Oh, come on, that was mean.” You pull on your best impression of Kate’s wounded puppy dog look. A look that includes slightly wide eyes and an incredibly deep pout.

A pout Yelena has never been good at resisting. (But only when it comes to you, much to the archer’s dismay)

She, literally and figuratively, keeps her cards close to her chest but you catch the way her free hand twitches slightly, almost as if she’s fighting to keep herself from touching you. It’s strange how affectionate she wants to be with you when she’s always been the first to pull away from a hug, the first one to scoot away when someone sits too close. 

Being guarded had always felt like second nature to her until you came along.

Her hand reaches out before she can stop it, landing on your knee and giving it a soft yet reassuring squeeze. It's a subtle reminder that underneath all her sarcasm and the rough edges, she cares about you. A lot more than she ever thought herself capable of.

“It’s just a game, sweetheart.” The words are a mere whisper but somehow the person with the worst attention span you’ve ever seen manages to overhear them.

“Did you just call y/n ‘sweetheart’?” Kate blurts out, clearly far too shocked to worry about her safety. “You actually have feelings?”

“Wait, did she really say that?” Peter’s slightly more cautious but there’s both awe in curiosity shining in his brown eyes.

“I heard her!”

“I think you hit your head too hard on your last mission, Bishop,” you reply, trying to steer the conversation away the second Yelena starts glaring at your friends.

Despite all her other skills, Kate is still awful at reading the room so instead of accepting the safety you’re offering, she decides to be stubborn like always. “Don’t lie to me, y/n, I know what I heard. Yelena’s just a big-”

“A big what?” The blonde cuts in with the most threatening glare she can manage. Which, considering she’s an ex-assassin, is quite effective at shutting the archer up.

“Um…” You can practically see the wheels spinning in the brunette’s head as she tries to come up with something different to say. She clearly fails based on the words that come out. “A big softie..?”

“Oh, Kate,” you sigh. “You’re never going to learn to stop poking the bear, huh?”

“What do you mean?” 

Her confusion lasts for about a second before Yelena shoots up from the couch and lunges toward her. The archer gets the message pretty quickly after that, expertly ducking out of the way and taking off running in the direction of the bathroom.

All you can do is laugh and shake your head as the Russian chases after her. “Go easy on her, babe!”

“Yeah, Yelena, listen to your girlfriend!”

“Kate!” You and the Russian yell out at the same time, leading to a fit of giggles belonging to the biggest instigator you've ever met.

"So much for a chill game night," Peter mumbles, placing his cards onto the coffee table. "You're gonna go help Kate out, right?"

You shrug. "I'll think about it."

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Ice skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Not me saying I’m back then disappearing for a week… I made this chapter a bit longer as an apology. I also saw the Arctic monkeys on Tuesday so I was a bit focused on that lmao. Excuse any grammatical errors, typos and Miguel being ooc. Also there will probably be only 2 or 3 chapters left of this series before I start working on my academic rival series.

(Y/N)- your name.

Cursing, angst (?), fluff (???) , mostly reader and friends but Miguel shows up at the end, promise it’s worth it.

Word count: 1.8k

Series Masterlist

Chapter 11: Sad to see you go, was sorta hopin’ that you’d stay.

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You felt your body fill with anxiety as you watch Kate cross out another box on the whiteboard in your shared dorm, it felt like you had blink and suddenly the time flow would passed you, leaving you at the beginning of midterms, and regionals coming close the following Friday, you felt like if you blinked again time will fly out ass you again. You weren’t sure if that’s what you wanted or not. It’s like time was either moving antagonizing slow or so fast it was almost dizzying.

“Do you have a Halloween costume picked out for the party we’re gonna go to on frat row yet?” Kate’s question made your head snapped over to your shared bathroom, not even realizing that she had moved from the whiteboard in the first place.

“Maybe i should lay off the coffee…” you thought to yourself before shaking your head, it took you a second to realize she can’t see you from were you sat on top of your bed, before clearing your throat slightly to reply. “No I haven’t, have you?”

“Nah, I was gonna go after my last class, if you want I can wait for you and Logan to get out of practice and we can go as a group.” Kate offered as you heard the water from the sink start to run, probably Kate doing her skincare.

“Yeah, I'm down, I’ll ask Logan later.” You smiled, the thought of doing so silly yet mundane as going to Spirit Halloween to look at costumes and having each other set off the display animatronics in the store would help you calm down from the stress of the past two months and the anxiety you were feeling for the upcoming few days.

“Yay!” Kate squealed in excitement, causing you to chuckle at her reaction as the water from the skin was shut off, before she walked out with a big grin on her face, her hands still rubbing her moisturizer into her neck.

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“I think I'm gonna be a vampire.” Logan said as he grabbed a random costume package with his free hand, the other one holding a pumpkin spice latte, the one he insisted on buying for you, him and Kate, saying it would go with the “fall activities vibes” if you guys weren’t drinking the lattes while costume shopping.

“Mmm,” Kate hummed as she took a quick sip of her own latte, her hand coming up to wipe some of the liquid that started to run down her chin due to how quickly she brought the drink back down. “I thought we should all wear matching costumes this year.” She smiled as she looked at you and Logan, her expression brightening at the thought.

You let out a snort, a hand coming up to cover your smile as you let out a small giggle at the thought of you three matching. “What are we going to do then? I don’t think there’s a lot of 2 girls and 1 guy costumes out there.” You point out, your hand coming down from covering your mouth, also taking a sip of your drink.

“I’ve already convinced my boyfriend to do one with us.” Kate said in almost a smug attitude, seemingly proud of herself for already having this whole thing planned out before you and Logan could get a chance to agree. “We should go as the teen titans.” She added, being a big fan of the show since her boyfriend made her watch it last year.

Logan gave her a confused look, “Aren’t there 5 of them? We’d still be missing a person.” He pointed out as he placed the vampire costume back where it was hanging before he grabbed it. Your eyes travel back to Kate, watching her excitement falter slightly.

“Shit… you’re right.” Kate mumbled before letting out a groan. You gave her a sympathetic pout, your hand going up to her shoulder in a playful attempt to give faux comfort, before her face lit up once more, Logan and you exchanged a knowing smirk. “Oh I know! His roommate! Boom that’s 5! So you guys in?” She asked, but you and Logan both knew resistance was futile when Kate had something on her mind, no matter how much you’d protest, she’d find a way to get her way regardless.

You let out a sigh, before nodding your head, the ends of your mouth twitching up into a small smile. “Okay, okay.” You say with a giggle, your smile widens when Kate starts to jump up and down while letting out a small squeal from joy and excitement.

“Hey hey, I didn’t agree to this.” Logan said after a beat, crossing his arms. His words and body language instantly made Kate stop her little celebration.

“Wh-“ she stuttered, her eyes widened and her bottom lip trembled slightly, she almost looked like a kicked puppy. You were about to turn towards Logan and hit him on his arm, when he started to laugh at her expression.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you. I’ll do it.” He smirked, taking a sip of his latte.

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With the costume planning out of the way, you were slightly more at ease, despite the small amount of importance that it was compared to what else you had going on, the ability to cross it off your to-do list gave you some more sense of control with life regardless. Kate had decided to take up the responsibility to buy everything and all you had to do was wear the costume when it was time for the Halloween parties that was set to happen on frat row at the end of the month, most likely going to end up jumping from one party to another.

Pushing the thought to the back of your mind as you put on your skates, Logan was a bit preoccupied trying to get a number from one of the new members of the figure skating team, having only 30 minutes left until your practice starts, and knowing him, he’ll find a way to get it. You take off your skate guards and step onto the ice, as you wait for Logan and Couch Kavinsky to show up. Deciding to mess around on the ice while you wait, marking your moves for the short program when you heard a nickname you haven’t heard in a while.

“Hey Ice princess.” God who knew 3 words could make you feel like you were losing all ability to function like a human being, you almost lost your balance as you come to a stop and face the source of the voice, your train of thought did stop though, and your ability to talk was thrown out the window as well. You look like a deer caught in headlights, Miguel would have thought it was cute if it was for the pit of anxiety he felt in his stomach as he walked to the edge of the rink, but not getting in. If Miguel told himself from a few years ago that he gets nervous around you, hell, if he told himself from 2 months ago he felt nervous around you, he’d laugh in his own face. Yet here he was, standing in front of the girl he’s been thinking nonstop about despite the fact you had ghosted him after the kiss, butterflies in his stomach that he’s desperately trying to stomp dead. Trying.

It wasn’t working.

“Hey…” You finally managed to finally spit out, although your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. “You know it’s Monday right? We have the ice till 5.” You managed to say a bit louder, finding more confidence in your words, your arms crossing in front of your chest. You watched as Miguel stepped onto the ice, you didn’t even notice that he had his skates on, and made his way towards you. The fact he was currently ignoring your question was pissing you off a little, but you decided not to speak on it. Miguel finally came to a stop once he was in front of you, giving you a quick look over as a smirk formed on his face, one he would always give you before saying some rude or sarcastic remark, you let out a short huff of air through your nose, your lips formed into a thin line, as your eyebrows scrunched together. “If you’re gonna say something rude, I’m not in the-“

Your words quickly stopped coming from your lips when you felt a sudden pressure on them, a sudden pressure from Miguel’s lips. This wasn’t the first time he pulled a sneak attack kiss on you, but that doesn’t mean it still didn’t make your brain short circuit and your heart to bang against your ear drums. Your eyes fluttered shut as he wraps his arms around you, one around your waist and the other on your back, you found yourself kissing back without even realizing it, as you bring your hands up to his chest. This kiss was a lot different from the first one, the first time, it was heated, it was sloppy, it was almost animalistic, all the pent up aggression and frustration between the two of you being released through the make-out session, it was almost like a hatefuck, with out the actual fucking. It was a bit closer to the second smaller kiss he gave you after the make-out session, loving? Was that the right word? It was soft, gentle, warm, yet loving didn’t feel like the right description for what you felt for each other. You didn’t love him, and he didn’t love you…right?

His arms moved so he was now holding your hips, and despite the tender kisses he was giving you, you couldn’t stop your mind from running a mile a minute. You were in love with him. You couldn’t be, you couldn’t imagine yourself in a relationship with him right?

Wait.

Relationship.

Miguel was in a relationship.

Fuck-

You swiftly push him away from you, causing you to glide backwards slightly, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you attempt to catch your breath and your train of thought. Miguel just looked at you confused, wondering why you pushed him away like you weren’t returning the kiss in the first place.

“You-you’re-“ you stuttered as you shook your head, your body feeling on fire despite the air conditioning blasting about you two. “Um ... you should go ...my coach is gonna be here soon…” you managed to spit out after a few seconds, glancing at the time, then dropping your gaze to the floor, your gloves hand coming up to nervously scratch at your cheek.

“(Y/N)-“ he starts to say your name but was stopped when the double doors opened up, you glanced up and saw Logan coming in with a smile on his face (mostly likely from him successfully getting the phone number) but the smile drops slightly and his pace slows down a bit as he give you a confused look.

“What are you doing here O’Hara? We’ve got the rink til 5.” Logan said to him as he neared the ice, Miguel didn’t answer, rather he just shook his head and made his way off the ice, but not before giving you one more quick glance as he skates past Logan who’s now on the ice. You didn’t really catch much of it, but the look in his eyes made a shiver run down your spine.

You blamed it on the air conditioning.

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Taglist: @tayleighuh @cowboylikeevie @coralineyouareinterribledanger @jukioku @loser-alert @miguel-ohara-eater @serpentstarr @littlexscarletxwitch @darksidescorner @sukioyakio

[luvscr]

price, ghost and alejandro reacting to m!reader's sh scars (hcs)

cw/tags: depression, sh, scars, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff fluff fluff, probably ooc characters but idc🫶

apologies for any grammatical erros!

long ass note:

so i got this request which i won't be showing in case it might trigger someone nor will i tag the person who requested this bc im not sure if he would be comfortable with it. i've never written about sh hurt comfort before, simply because i didn't feel like i could do justice for the comfort part but i tried my best and tried to make it not so triggering. your media consumption is your own responsibility, please proceed carefully and do not read if you're not in the right mindset. if you're struggling, i know it's hard but please reach out to a loved one or even me. you're not alone, you matter.

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price:

it was purely on accident that he saw your scars. he wouldn't mention it to you but he would ask around, people you interact with if they've heard or seen anything. when they asked questions he would simply shut them down or use his rank and pull the "classified information" card. he wouldn't really know what to do, given he's your superior so it was kind of his responsibility, so he got in touch with kate to help him find a therapist. his first instinct is to get professional help if needed. he would invite you to his office so it's just the two of you and make you comfortable, even make you a cup of tea. he would approach the topic carefully and wouldn't force you to tell anything you didn't want to, reassure you that he's not upset, he just wants to help. if you refuse to get a therapist it's okay, he completely understands and will offer you to talk to him instead. he may come off as stern sometimes but it's just because he genuinely cares so much about you and is worried constantly, no matter how old the scars are. he would try to think of alternatives for you to put that energy into if you still struggle and would be there anytime to comfort you. he kinda acts like a dad (like w everyone bruh)

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ghost:

oh sweet lord this man. he kind of had a feeling when he noticed that even in the hottest weather you only wore long sleeved clothes. he would notice them when your sleeve and the somewhat shorts you had on accidentally rolled up. you just ignored his eyes burning holes through you, given it was normal for him to just stare menacingly at anyone. (not on purpose tho he just looks mean by default) i wouldn't say it would trigger him, but it would definitely stir up some unpleasant feelings inside of him because of his past. he knows exactly how you feel and wants to help you, no matter if you're a friend or just some rando at the base. just like price he would approach the subject carefully, knowing well how hard it is to reach out for help and how it's even harder to open up and actually talk about it. he isn't the best at comforting but he's is a damn good listener and he'll let you know that if you need him don't hesitate to talk to him even if it feels useless. will crack those stupid jokes of his to make you feel better lol tbh i feel like he would be the best kind of person to open up to because he relates so much, he completely understands the feeling of being ashamed of self-destructive activities and would be the sweetest during a relapse. would caress gently the older scars on your body if you allow him to :(<3

he strikes me as a very straightforward person bc of the graves scene. my dude just straight up told the cabrón to stfu (as he should!!) so based on this i think as soon as he sees he's all up in your business. of course not with the intention to make you uncomfortable but he just wants to make sure you're okay and is absolutely willing to help whether it's finding a therapist or just giving a shoulder to lean on. he values every single person in his life and would literally do anything for them and obviously you're no exception. ngl it would be kind of uncomfortable and awkward as you're not used to so much attention especially surrounding your mental health, but he just wants to do good and he's willing to do anything to help and i mean anything. you need a break from work? done. a hug? you don't even have to ask. he will do everything for you if you feel too drained to do even basic things such as cooking meals, helping you shower if you're comfortable with that and etc. basically becomes a househusband for you!

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alejandro:

[katietheweirdgirlinclass]

(Mail time! You got a weird looking book with tons of symbols on it! Inside the book, there’s 2 weird circle looking thingys with weird looking creatures on them. One has a Grey border and says “Signibble”, the other has a green border and says “Slicenrice”.)

(OOC: Yes I just casually gave Katie the medallium mwahaha)

(The book lands on Natie's head, knocking him to the ground and dazing him.)

Ow...

Ah! Katie-are you ok?

Yeah I think so-

(Natie, after rubbing his head, then notices the book, grabbing it and staring at it.)

What-what's this...?

(Kate starts staring at it as well-before a angry Whisper pops out of the mountain of chocobars.)

+HOW DARE-+

(Whisper then notices the book, his eyes cartoonishly popping out in surprise at the sight of the book.) +WHAT-THAT'S THE MEDALLIUM! WHERE IN THE UNDERWORLD HELL DID YOU GET THAT-!?!+

The-medallium?

+YES! HOLDERS USE SUCH ITEMS TO STORE THEIR EXTRA MEDALS THAT THEY GET ON THEIR JOURNEIES!+

He's...actually being helpful? That's a improvement.

+HOW DARE YOU-I'M VERY HELPFUL!+

Says the guy that literally has only complained about me being a girl and done NOTHING ELSE.

(Katie, you aren't a girl anymore.)

Oh-wait, you again!?

(*Silence.* I'm not here.)

Oh yeah, very convincing,

(If you don't shut up about this, I will throw Rudy in the void- permanently.)

Wait, what-

+I HAVE DONE OTHER THINGS! LIKE-+

WHIPPED CREAM IDIOT COULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UP-

GUYS-STOP YELLING!! YOU ARE GOING TO WAKE UP EDDIE!!!

[tlblitzle]

Hiya! My name’s Storm (she/he), and I’m a professional trainer specializing in electric types. Their needs are often super unique, and it’s been fun learning how to accommodate them :)

I live in Nimbasa City in Unova (No, I’m not pro-Plasma. Even their own former members number among their victims), though I do a fair bit of travel around the region to keep my babies happy. Currently I’m in the middle of a league challenge, in hopes of building a nice resume with which I can apply for a position at Blueberry Academy!

I’ve currently got six Pokémon in my care:

Ozone, my Zebstrika. He’s been with me ever since I was little, and I love his grumpy ass dearly. He’s getting on in years, but he’s still gotta get his daily run in. He got his name for his smell lmao (I’ve since learned that it’s fairly common for Blitzle and Zebstrika!). He’s actually a bit large for his species, which is great because that means he’s perfect for me to ride!

Nimbus, my Luxray. She was a rescue, and the one who got me passionate about electric types! I found her out on the streets of Nimbasa with a chunk outta her ear, back when she was just a little (very fluffy) Shinx. Since then she’s gotten very friendly and cuddly. She can startle pretty easily, but she’s a big softie at heart. Nimbus is really sensitive to others’ feelings, and great at soothing them. She actually has a slightly unusual pigmentation, because her yellows are actually pinks

Lux, my Kilowattrel. Wattrel aren’t found around here, but I got a line on a breeder who was happy to hook me up with him. He’s still pretty young, but really eager to learn. He’s got the makings of a star teammate, for sure! His favorite thing is when he gets to soar out above the docks whenever we’re in Driftveil or Castelia

Beanie, my Galvantula. She kinda fell into my lap by accident, and now she’s part of the family! Caught her as a Joltik feeding on one of my electrical sockets when I came home from training one day, and she captured my heart. She really enjoyed sitting on heads as a Joltik, and she’s convinced she’s still lap-sized. This causes many problems

Dymie, my Magneton. Short for Neodymium. It’s a mischievous lil guy. Tries to use its magnets to unzip my zippers, and seems to reflexively generate interference whenever a Rotom’s camera is pointed at it. It doesn’t care about my XTransceiver though? Caught it out in the Virbank Complex as preparation for my fight with Roxie!

Pal, my Wash Rotom! This little shit used to be my phone before it broke out. It struggles to see when its pranks have gone too far. Dymie used to bully it as a phone, but has decided to take mercy. Presumably because it doesn’t have a camera anymore?

-BZZT- That seems a bit HARSH, STORM. And you skipped that I can TALK? LAME! -BZZT-

(Selfies and more under the cut!)

OOC

Here’s some more accurate pics of Storm! Artists/picrew links in the alt text

Storm is in his mid-to-late 20s, and stands at 6’3” without the big tall boots he enjoys. She’s bit of a flirt, but she’ll respect it if you shut her down. I might add other random little tidbits here as they come to mind

Mun is an adult, uses he/she, and goes by Kate/Blitz/Nim

[waitingforeddyneddy]

That Siena+Anthony fan who wrote that Kanthony fic is stalking your blog.

"Just saw an ask to another account in the Bridgerton tag that I'm pretty sure was about me and my kathony fic - and it's honestly still hilarious how people are so bothered by it?"

This you, dear writer? https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FQvZs7fVgAMirVX?format=png&name=900x900

"I obviously love Kate (or I wouldn't waste my time writing about her)" You only love her when you write her as Siena 2.0

"So when you hate on it, can you at least do it with a bit more depth than just "Kate is pregnant by Anthony while he is married to Edwina"? I mean it's not wrong but please add some substance to it. Thank you."

Some substance?

Ok, you treat a brown woman like she's a white man's sex toy. It's even more disturbing when said white man is married to her sister. You've been told that before and brush off people's concerns.

You love repeating "it's actually a hilarious situation xd" and that's all we need to know about your writing capabilities.

You obviously can only stand Kanthony when you treat Kate like she's Siena (as said above). Which is why you're so set on having her be Anthony's side-hoe while he stays married to Edwina.

Your characters are obviously OOC but to a stupid degree. You made a mess of Lady Danbury's character and treat the other's like plot devices. Sorry, but trying to Give Edwina a POV doesn't change that :(

Your plot is rushed and a complete mess: I'm pregnant and going to return to India, wait actually I won't, ok now I'll marry Benedict, no wait actually Dorset.

And let's be honest. Anthony's reaction to the pregnancy is painfully lackluster. He just knocked up his Wife's sister and he acts like someone just asked him about the weather. Actually lackluster basically sums up your entire fanfic.

LMAO If this person wasn't really bothered by people's perception of her fic she wasted a good opportunity to shut up and go about her day.

I'm going to leave your impeccable analysis on my blog, thank you anon :)

the bridgerton fandom needs to burn

[stolenparticlesa]

going off of @pizzalegacy’s post....

sorry, but if you ask cassie to choose between anyone and her dad, it’s always gonna be her dad

she’d probably even choose him over jonas

[caramialunaestelle]

I’m re-watching Tiger & Bunny with a friend who’s never seen it before and my BIG FAVE character finally showed up and now you will never hear the end of my love for Yuri Petrov

I love one Lunatic boi

[stolenparticles]

tbh kate was probably the worst influence on cassie

[stolenparticlesarch]

IF I DON’T GET THE ELI AND CASSIE FRIENDSHIP, I WILL SUE MARVEL

[havntedhovses]

alright everyone! finally, i’ve written an intro! some adjustments have been made but finally jacob moore is ready to debut! check him out and hmu to plot :)

( james marsden, male, he/him. ) — see JACOB ‘JAKE’ MOORE ?  that’s the HANDLE-WITH-CARE of wisteria lane. the FORTY-THREE year old has been a resident on wisteria lane for TWENTY YEARS and currently works as a CONSTRUCTION MANAGER. they were rose’s HUSBAND. since the news broke their usual VIVACIOUS manner has seemed to been replaced by a DESPERATE demeanor cracking under the surface. maybe it’s the fact that a dark cloud in the form of COVERED UP HIS WIFE'S MURDER & STOLE SOMEONE ELSE'S CHILD is hanging over their head. vacant eyes piercing the soul, open windows letting in the breeze and out the ghosts, loose cash lying crumpled in the sock drawer.

headcanons (tw: child abuse, addiction, death)

jacob—then logan—didn’t grow up in a loving household. he was the oldest of many siblings, and thus became the caretaker when his parents weren’t up to the job. he endured a lot of abuse at the hands of his parents and on behalf of his siblings. he made a huge effort to be a safe haven for his siblings growing up and protect them from that.

as an adult, that instinct has not left him. one of his siblings wound up an addict, and though jake has encouraged them to stop, he has become somewhat an enabler because he's afraid of alienating them.

the only people jake puts above his siblings are his children. after his wife’s death, he’s become even more overprotective. he knows he’s probably alienating them, but he couldn’t stand it if anything happened to them.

his protective urges even led so far as to cover up a murder his wife committed in order to protect his children. his only thought was to protect his family—if anyone found out that rose killed someone over their right to their oldest child? he would never be allowed to see his kids again. and that is his worst nightmare.

jacob met rose when she was living in boston—he grew up there, and he was immediately entranced by her. he likes to think he swept her off her feet, but really it was probably the other way around.

they only moved to fairview under duress—when a woman that amanda had worked with as a client came to amanda and logan’s home. she was an addict, and she was looking for money – she offered to sell her six-month-old child to them, and eventually, the couple agreed. when the woman returned to the hospital a few weeks later and suspicion arose as to where her child was, amanda and logan knew they had to leave town. that was when they changed their names and disappeared to illinois.