#sig’s raving

[hoorayforlesbians]

I hate when I scroll around on social media, I see the same shit takes dragging lesbians who simply are les4les

God forbid we want someone who actually fundamentally relates to our lesbian experiences

Funny how I never hear how “bi people who are strictly bi4bi are lesbophobic/homophobic”. At least not to the same extent.

[hecketernal]

Sig's Foreshadowing (Or Lack Thereof)

(Spoiler Warning: Cause I am talking about major spoilers in the Jak and Daxter games, even if it is an older game series.)

It kinda always bothered me how they handled Sig's spywork in Jak 2. I know Sig isn't the main character (and hell they might have not even planned him being a spy until Jak 3), but all the other characters who are spies or double agents get a moment or two of build up or foreshadowing. ((Unless everyone else is just super shit as spies and Sig is just that good whilst still not managing to find Mar))

Tess gets the scene with Torn as well as the scene where she explains that she is a spy to Daxter. Kor gets all the scenes where his reactions foreshadow/make sense with the knowledge that he is the metalhead leader. Ashelin gets her own scenes to show how she works against her father. So...Sig's lack thereof just kind of sticks out like a sore thumb to me.

I really wish we had gotten more development there. Instead of the mission where Sig sends you into Haven Forest to take care of special camouflage metalheads (which like...why the hell would Sig even care if there were special metalheads in the forest), we could have had Sig sending Jak into Haven Forest to take out guards that have prototype camouflage armor. Sig can't risk blowing his cover, but Jak is a KNOWN Baron Praxis hater. Jak as per usual wrecks the KG's day. They could have then had the last KG enemy drop a data chip or something with Sig then asking for it. Hell, I wouldn't have complained about a full on cutscene with Sig rockin in after Jak takes out the KG. I'm just imagining the scene with Jak walking away with the camera lingering on Sig, as he wonders aloud, "What are those Krimson Guards up to out here?" Hell, maybe let the man look at the data chip with a determinded look.

[reidbae]

DAY 30: Scream — costumes w/dom!spencer reid & dom!aaron hotchner

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

PART 2

summary: After vaguely mentioning your attraction to the Scream character, Ghostface, your two boyfriends decide to dress as him for Halloween. And, needless to say, they aren't afraid to make you scream.

pairing: dom!spencer reid and dom!aaron hotchner x sub!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: use of pet names for reader (princess, honey, angel, baby, love, doll [sry i went crazy]), reader is fairly shy, spencer is more soft!dom and hotch is more rough/hard!dom, obv use of masks and veryyy heavily implied mask kink, loads of degradation and a lot of praise, hair pulling, blowjob, vaginal sex, unprotected piv sex (pls do not do this <3), choking, teasing, small implication of hotch being a little older than reader, lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 3.5k

a/n: this took me so long PLSSS and i'm not even that crazy about it, but i think i will be posting the second part of this for halloween tmr so i hope that will be better <3 i hope y'all enjoy and have a good halloween tmr/had a good halloweekend!

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1 @mrs-ssa-hotch @boimlers-gonna-boim

You were walking through the doors of the the bullpen of the BAU, large bags of candy in your hand as you waved hello to various coworkers of yours.

The BAU, thanks to Derek Morgan, was having a Halloween party to celebrate the spooky holiday. Work had ended a few hours ago at this point, so everyone had finished most of their case files and papers of the like.

To your surprise, a lot of your coworkers were here, and a lot of them were dressed up. It was surprising to see, considering that it was a Tuesday, but it wasn’t an issue, really. As for yourself, you were dressed up as a princess this year.

Well, kind of.

You didn’t feel like going out to get a Halloween costume, so you decided to wear a dress and heels, some jewelry, and call it a day.

“Hey, Y/N. Cute fit,” Derek teased you the second you reached your desk, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly hug. You smiled, rolling your eyes at him.

You pulled back to look him up and down, observing his simple attire, that looked very similar to the henley and jeans combo that he wore on a daily basis. “Thanks, Derek. And what are you supposed to be?” you smiled..

“I’m me, obviously. Can’t get much better than that,” Derek chuckled, taking a sip from the glass that he was holding. You shook your head, giggling.

“Of course,” you said. “Um, where’s Hotch? A- And Spencer?” you then asked Derek, curious as to why you had yet to see the two of them.

It had been common knowledge among your team that you, Aaron, and Spencer all had something going on, but none of you had ever specified what that was.

It would be a simple answer, but you never felt the need to explain your business nonetheless. Aaron and Spencer were both your boyfriends, and while not romantically involved with each other, they were incredibly enamored with you.

So when you noticed neither of them were there, you felt not only concerned, but also suspicious.

“They just went up to Hotch’s office, I think,” Derek said, shrugging his shoulders.

You nodded, setting the bags of candy that you had down on your desk before saying, “Thanks, Derek.”

The blinds in Aaron’s office were shut as you approached it, causing you to raise even more of an eyebrow.

What the hell were the two of them up to?

Throughout the week hat Derek had been raving about this party, Aaron and Spencer had refused to tell you who they were dressing up as, or if they were even dressed up at all. You figured the two men would want to confide in you about their costume choices, but apparently, your help wasn't required.

Which only made you more sure that the two of them had something up their sleeve.

You knocked on the office door and put your ear to it, wondering if you could hear the two of them talking. You found that you could, but all of their dialogue was inaudible. Sighing, you decided to just open the door, let yourself in, and see what they were up to.

You turned the knob and pushed open the door. The view you were met with was one of Aaron and Spencer stood next to Aaron’s desk. Aaron had his arms crossed, and there looked to be a mask of some sort in his hand.

And from what you could see, Spencer was holding the very same mask.

The two men’s eyes met yours when you walked inside of the room, and their appearances sent a quick rush of butterflies to your abdomen.

Spencer was in a white button-up, black vest and tie, along with black slacks and belt. Aaron was wearing the same attire, except he was only wearing a collared shirt, slacks, and belt. While you were unable to tell who the two of them were supposed to be just yet, you grew nervous nonetheless.

They had to be doing this on purpose.

“Hey, princess,” Spencer smiled at you, taking a second to look you up and down and turn his body to face you. “You look amazing in that dress.”

You smiled shyly over at Spencer, a cheesy smile across your face. “Thank you. Um, so—What are you guys supposed to be? You—You never told me,” you didn't fail to remind them, crossing your arms.

“Oh, well…” Spencer 's voice trailed off, gazing over at Aaron and beckoning for him to say something.

Aaron cleared his throat and held up the mask he was holding so you could get a better view of what it was, smiling. “We’re not really resembling the original, but this is what we came up with.”

Aaron was showing you a mask that made your heart flutter; It was a Ghostface mask, the mask of a killer from a franchise of horror movies that you thoroughly enjoyed.

A killed that, despite your role as an FBI profiler, found very attractive.

You remembered vaguely saying a word or two about the masked man when the three of you sat down to watch Halloween movies a week or so ago. You made a brief, dismissible joke about the killer being attractive, and how you wouldn’t be afraid of getting injured if either Aaron or Spencer was wearing the mask.

Needless to say, though that wasn’t really true. Your pulse was going like crazy, and it was no doubt because of the nervousness that you were feeling.

You seemed to short circuit as you stood there, your eyes widening in response to the two men's choice of attire. Finally, when you didn’t speak up, Spencer smirked at you and asked, “Something wrong, love?”

You shook your head a little too quickly, looking down at the floor. “No, n- no!” you defended, giving a heavy sigh. “Nothing’s wrong. Um—You guys look—Really good," you barely managed to get out.

“Do you want to see them on?” Aaron asked as he smirked at you, holding his mask up as he spoke in reference to it.

If your pulse was high before, it was through the roof now.

“Um, su- sure?” you said a little anxiously, finding yourself annoyed at the fact that all words were failing you all because of a mask.

But, God, you couldn’t help it.

The two men gave each other a knowing smirk, one that you couldn't miss, before putting the masks on their faces and securing them in place. They both turned to look at you, waiting for some sort of answer from you.

But, unlike they were probably expecting, your response was physical, not verbal.

You were damn near weak in the knees at the view before you, your face, neck, and ears all growing warmer by the second. They could probably assume your look was one of unease, if it weren’t for the fact that they knew you, and they knew what you were feeling.

“Wow, you look—Good. Um, great, even,” you stuttered out, rubbing the back of your neck in a nervous manner. Before you could even think it through, your next words were gushing from your lips. “I’m going back to the party now,” you said in a muddled rush.

You were squealing as you walked out of the room, blushing as you replayed the scene of your two masked boyfriends in your head. You could hear Aaron and Spencer laughing as you left the room in a hurry.

You knew they liked to tease you, but, damn, really? You didn't think they would do this, of all the things.

They just didn’t have a care in the world about making you feel this way.

And if there was one thing you were sure of, it was that you’d be a mess by the end of this party.

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You were sitting in an abandoned office in the BAU, doing your best to relax and calm yourself down with the way the last hour had just enfolded.

Your boyfriends were dicks. Assholes. Whatever you wanted to call them, that's just what they were,

They’d been walking around the place for the last hour like they owned it, knowing just what they were doing to you as they did.

You both hated and loved how grand of an effect such a simple action, such a simple costume could have on you, all because it was them who were doing it, and them who were wearing it.

You ran your hands through your hair as you stood in the room, trying to slow down the pace of your breath.

And trying to ignore the needy feeling between your legs.

Just then, as if on cue, a knock sounded at the door, causing you to jump out of your own head to pay attention to it.

And, of course, who could it be but the two men on your mind?

“Y/N, honey? Are you in here?” a calm male voice called out for you, opening the door to the office you were in.

Spencer, whose mask was perched above his head, walking in, Aaron behind him. Your eyes flickered between the two of them for a second, before you spoke.

“Hi,” you said shyly, crossing your arms the same exact way that you had earlier on in the evening. “What’s up?” you asked, attempting to make your voice sound as casual as possible

“You kind of ran off there, princess. We got worried,” said Spencer, a sly smile over his face as the two of them approached you. “Everything okay?” he asked, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

You looked down as he did so, feeling your cheeks flare up with heat. “No, yeah, I’m—Okay. You guys can go back to the party,” you muttered to them, avoiding their eyes.

From the corner of your eye, you could see your boyfriends throw that same knowing smirk at each other, the same look they'd given each other earlier, before Aaron spoke up. “Alright, stop with the shyness and spit it out, honey. What’s on your mind?”

You looked up at him, and then quickly looked away as you again saw his mask, which was in the same place as Spencer’s was. “Nothing. I told you guys, it’s nothing,” you said to them again, sighing.

Spencer walked up to you, his tall appearance causing a lump to form in your larynx. “Well, obviously, something's the matter, princess,” Spencer cooed, bringing his thumb to rest under your chin. Deciding to get to the root of the issue, Spencer asked, “Is it the masks, honey?”

That was when your nervous gaze finally met Spencer’s eyes, and you nodded, feeling like a little girl being forced to admit to misbehaving.

That’s sure as hell what it felt like.

Spencer smiled down at you, and looked back once at Aaron before asking, “You like them, huh?” his tone somehow caring yet coy all at once.

Again, you nodded.

“We figured you would,” smirked Aaron from behind Spencer, moving closer to you himself. “That was why we got them, really," Aaron shrugged.

“Yeah,” Spencer laughed in response, grinning at the two of you. Spencer’s eyes then softened as he looked down at you as he noiced the shyness of your demeanor. “We’re glad that worked.”

You gave a small, nervous giggle, too, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen now.

No doubt, whatever it was, it wouldn’t be able to leave this room.

“Well, uh, we’ll be happy to put them back on for you, princess,” Spencer smiled at you, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. “Is that something you’d like?”

Your words fell quickly from your lips as soon as the query was spoken. “Y- Yes, please,” you eagerly said to the two of them, suddenly finding a voice as soon as Spencer promised you that they’d put their masks back on.

You couldn’t dream of anything better.

“Mmhm. Just do us a favor, okay?” said Aaron lazily as he moved closer, running his fingers over your hips as Spencer backed up a little. Aaron then put his mask back on, looking down at you. "Don't scream."

Spencer followed through and put his mask back on as well, and your eyes widened at the view of your boyfriends, dressed as one of your all-time favorite horror roles. They were so, so close to you as they looked down at you.

It was a wonder you didn’t pass out on the spot.

Aaron backed you into the wall of the office as Spencer walked away to close and lock the door, leaning his arm on the wall next to you. Spencer joined the two of you seconds later, positioned next to Aaron.

You felt yourself grow weak in the knees as the two men hovered above you, closing your eyes as a fiery blush filled your cheeks. Aaron cupped your cheek, and if you could see his face, you’d be sure that he was smirking, gazing down at you as you shyly slid down the wall.

“Aw, what’s the matter, princess? What’re you so nervous for?” Aaron chuckled in a jeering tone, holding your face in a soothing manner as he smoothed his thumb under your cheek.

“Give her a break. She’s just shy,” said Spencer in response. Spencer reached his hands out to grip your hips, chuckling. “Aren’t you, honey?”

“You guys are such teases,” you murmured more to yourself than them, earning chuckles from both of them.

“We just love to play with you, honey. You’re so easy to mess with,” said Aaron, like that fact was common knowledge. “How do we look?”

You looked up at him, like that fact was common knowledge. But, “G- Good,” was the only word stuttered you could get out of your mouth without your tongue slurring the words.

“Glad you think so,” smiled Spencer, running his hands over your body.

"But we'd look better with you between us," said Aaron in a sly tone, pulling you closer, so that you were flush against his front.

You couldn’t get a word out as Aaron picked you up from the ground, walking you to the couch that was in the room. He put you down on it, and, just like he’d said, put you onto all fours, so that you were bent over for the two of them to see.

Spencer had his arms crossed as Aaron ran his hand over your back, looking down at you. “Oh, look at you, honey. Fucking adorable,” Aaron groaned. He turned back to look at Spencer. “What do you think, Reid? What should we do with her?”

Spencer chuckled behind his mask and sat down in front of you on the couch, cupping your cheek with his hand. “I think our princess here needs some attention of her own. Wouldn’t you agree, angel?” Spencer cooed.

You were eager to nod, feeling your pulse quicken at Spencer’s teasing. “Y- Yes, please,” you whimpered.

Aaron obliged, moving himself behind you and grabbing your hips to keep himself steady. You could hear his belt unbuckling from behind, followed by the sound of it clattering to the ground.

Aaron lifted your dress up, and didn’t misuse even a second as he yanked down your underwear. The older man thumbed your thighs, and then your clit, causing you to let out a low mewl.

“Fuck, doll, you’re dripping. Eager, aren’t we?” Aaron laughed at you, rubbing your clit more, just to get you going.

You let out small whines and whimpers as Aaron touched you, and from what you could see, Spencer was hardening in his slacks from the sound of your moans alone.

That only made you want the two of them more.

“There you go, honey. Let me hear those pretty moans of yours,” Aaron encouraged you, moving his thumb at a quicker pace over your clit.

Spencer, eager to be engaged in some way, began to tease your nipples through the fabric of your dress. Your bra wasn’t doing all that much to stop him from doing so, and, it was then and there that you knew you were done for.

You looked back to see Aaron pulling his boxers down, revealing his aching cock, that was just as hard as Spencer’s was. He let out a low grunt as he moved his hand up and down on himself for a few seconds, readying himself for you.

Meanwhile, Spencer’s attention was fully on you, and he chuckled as he cupped your cheek again. His other hand fumbled with his belt, and he tilted his head at you, his mask being what was gazing back at you.

“You don’t mind me using that pretty mouth of yours, do you, princess?” Spencer cooed to you. You quickly shook your head.

“That’s a good girl,” Spencer whispered back to you, smoothing his thumb under your cheek.

You moaned as Aaron then suddenly, very suddenly, pushed himself inside of you from behind, slowly inching his cock inside of your cunt. Your hand almost immediately went to cover your mouth while Spencer yanked down his pants.

“Ready, angel?” Spencer cooed like nothing else was happening, like you weren’t getting fucked goddamn senseless by Aaron, even if it'd only been a couple seconds of sex thus far. Nevertheless, you nodded, and did just what Spencer asked of you.

Spencer’s size concerned you only a bit as you went down on the brunette genius, bobbing your head up and down on his dick as Aaron pounded into you from behind, and maybe you’d gag, or choke, or cough.

But it didn’t matter, just as long as you got to have them.

“Fuck, doll—You feel so fucking good,” Aaron muttered to you from behind, fucking you at a pace that should be considered illegal for how quick it was.

And how good it felt.

“Such a good girl,” Spencer whispered to you, petting and pulling your hair as a means of pulling you down more onto his dick. “You’re taking us so well, angel,” he cooed.

“Mmhm,” Aaron hummed in response. He moves both of his hands from your hips to your ass and grabbed you by it, pulling you closer to him, and thus pushing himself further into you. You let out a loud mewl in response.

Aaron covered your mouth, letting out a chuckle from behind you. “Didn’t we tell you not to scream, honey?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered with flushed cheeks, pulling back from Spencer for a moment to not only speak, but to also catch your breath. “I’m—Trying.”

“Try harder,” Aaron said roughly as you reattached your lips to Spencer’s cock. “We’re the only ones who get to hear how much of a whore you are," your boyfriend shamelessly degraded you.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you whined for more pleasure, feeling overwhelmed by the two men in front of you.

Or, well, behind you.

“Fuck, just like that, love,” Spencer groaned, not paying too much attention to what Aaron was saying. “You’re doing so good for me. So, so good," Spencer praised.

You moved your head up to get a better view of Spencer as you sucked him off. He looked so hot like this, as he did each time that you blew him.

That mask only magnified that fact.

“You should see how much of a slut you look like, honey,” Aaron chuckled. He ran his fingers through your hair and grabbed a handful of it, pulling your head down and guiding you as you sucked Spencer’s dick. “Fucking whore.”

Your cheeks were warm with arousal as your brain did the best it could to keep up with Aaron’s degradation, mixed in with Spencer’s praise.

Your eyes were rolling back into your head as the scene unfolded before you: Aaron pounding into you from behind, you gagging around Spencer’s cock, and you knew it was going to send you to the edge so fucking quick.

And just when you believed it couldn’t get any better, you were quickly proven wrong.

Aaron, like he’d done so many times before when the two of you were having sex, used a hand to grab a hold of your neck, and squeezed down with force. You found yourself coughing at the sudden, but arousing action, causing both Aaron and Spencer to chuckle.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” Aaron chuckled, administering a small slap to your ass with his free hand. “You want it harder, doll?”

You did what you could to nod, and even pulled away from Spencer’s dick again just to get the words out. “Please, I—I want more, A- Aaron.”

“You’re going to have to beg me better than that,” Aaron said cruelly, beginning to slow his pace down as well. You whimpered in response, ready to give some bratty remark back to him.

But your body needed him too much.

“No, please—Please don’t stop. I’m—I’m begging you. Please,” you whined, feeling utterly helpless to him.

“Please, what, honey?” Aaron teased you anyways, as if this couldn’t get any worse for you, as if you weren't already in the most vulnerable place you could be, begging you for his mercy.

Like you’d said earlier: You were done for.

You let out a small groan at your boyfriend’s continued teasing, but were quick to concede, sighing. “Keep going, please. A- And, harder, rougher, fuck, please," you whined aimlessly, hardly sure of the words coming out of your mouth at this point.

Aaron, knowing that when you began to become incoherent, that you were close to the edge, smirked as he obliged your needs. He began to pound back into you again, and, out of habit, you began to suck Spencer’s dick once more.

Spencer was letting out groans of his own as you sucked him off, pushing your head down as much as be could without making you gag. “Fuck, baby, fuck, I’m so close. You’re doing so good,” Spencer whispered to you, running his fingers through your hair for the millionth time as he praised you again and again. “Good girl, just like that."

Spencer moved his hand over to your back, caressing you slowly for a few seconds before moving his hand down to your clit, just as Aaron had done before. Reflexively, you whined out in pleasure.

The mix of Aaron’s cock, Spencer’s fingers, and both of their moans, was building a pleasure inside of you that you didn’t think humanly possible until now. Spencer thumbed over your clit as quickly as he could, rubbing you in fast circles as the scene before you enfolded.

“You gonna cum for us, honey? Show us how much of a whore you are?” Aaron said in a malicious tone of voice, still squeezing down on your neck. Again, you did what you could to nod.

“That’s it, baby. Go ahead,” Aaron finally encouraged.

You didn’t need much more than that.

You were climaxing in seconds upon Aaron’s command, the room smelling of sex as the three of you filled it with your moans. You could taste Spencer’s seed as ropes of it made their way into your mouth, while relishing in the pleasure of Aaron filling you with his own release at the same time.

Aaron chuckled as he pulled out of you, getting up from where he was on the couch. You whined at the sudden exit, your thighs shaking as you moved your head off of Spencer’s tip and sat up on the couch. You then pouted when you saw Spencer getting up, too.

“Where are you guys going?” you asked with a sad face, already feeling incredibly bare without the two of them next to you. They had never been ones to have sex without aftercare, so the fact that they were getting up was worth raising an eyebrow over.

Spencer put his thumb under your chin and finally removed his mask, just to kiss the top of your head. “Giving you some time to come back down to earth, princess. You probably need it.”

“And we’re sure you’ll need us again before the party’s over. And after the party’s over,” Aaron chuckled, removing his mask as well.

You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone of voice, your cheeks warm from the unneeded jeering. All you could do was cross your arms in response.

Spencer smiled down at you. “Don’t worry, princess. There’ll be more fun later on, okay? Just as long as you’re good for us. Can you be good for us, angel?” Spencer asked you genuinely.

You looked up at Spencer in a pout, but, at some point, you sighed and nodded. “Yes.”

“There’s our girl,” Spencer cooed. Then,  Spencer turned to face Aaron, smirking at him. “Shall we?”

Aaron, mirroring Spencer’s expression, nodded, and the two of them walked out of the office, leaving you there to think about all that had just happened.

Your dress was ruffled, and your thighs were a messy, shaking mess in the aftermath of what had just occurred with your two boyfriends.

You wanted to hate them so bad for this. How were you supposed to go back to the party now?

It didn’t even matter. You heard what they said.

"After the party’s over…"

You couldn’t even conjure up the image of what was going to happen then.

All you knew was that it was going to be a hell of a Halloween.

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[freshfraise]

I’M YOURS

pairing: richarlison x reader

summary: Y/N is a journalist arriving at a team training to carry out an interview for her new article. The training seems to be unproductive for many reasons, the main reason being that the team contains her vehement Ex- boyfriend, Richarlison.

author’s note: jealous and protective richarlison!! suggest listening to “im yours” by isabel larosa whilst reading… enjoy! + apologies for any bad portuguese

I’m guided into the stadium by a stern security guard, harsh white lights reflecting my canary yellow team shirt. My heeled boots reverberate across the stadium alerting any individuals nearby of my appearance. Clutching my microphone, and my question prompts in my hand, I take a deep breath and brush off any debris off my dark jeans.

I knew he was here. Me and Richarlison “split” exactly six months ago today. Although the split was mutually agreed upon, we both knew that it wasn’t the end of our journey, leading to an embarrassing amount of one night stands and drunken rekindling in the first month. He missed me. I missed him. But we were both too proud to admit it. The past five months I made the decision to refrain from interacting with him which meant ignoring his amorous messages and frantic calls in the dead of night. I watched him from afar, viewing his Instagram on my specially curated spam account. Parties, Girls and chasing a new high seemed to be all of his worries.

The reason why I ended things was because I needed to focus on my career. At the time I was dating him, I was a local journalist from Brazil, dreaming of doing better things and now I’m about to interview one of the best football teams in the world. I made sure that these six months without him didn’t go to waste. And naturally, I was led back to him.

Finally, I arrived on the pitch, watching from the stands designed for other journalists like me. Looking around, I realised I was the only woman in this area, making me extremely conscious of my every move. The team wasn’t on the pitch yet, so I decided to make my way to the bathroom quickly. My nerves were rattling me but I couldn’t let that be known. Asking a guard for directions, I quickly make my way towards a bathroom.

I stare into a mirror, viewing my change. I couldn’t tell if I was better without him or with him. My dark curly hair laid past my shoulders, my lips painted a dark crimson red. I felt different and my appearance reflected that. Scanning over my questions and making sure I was camera ready, I repeated the aim of the trip. I was interviewing Brazilian player on the psychological and manual preparation going towards the Copa América.

Leaving the bathroom in a rush, I hear whispers of Portuguese. Alarm bells ring in my head, as I begin to realise I am not in the correct area.

“Quem é essa beleza?” (Who is this beauty?) I hear a player question, I turn my head around locking eyes with Neymar Jr. I smile awkwardly and begin to scan my areas to make my way back. I clearly wasn’t in the right area and needed to make my way back as the players were obviously out on the pitch.

Sitting down, I get a phone call from my manager, going over everything I need to get done. The camera crew sat next to me, adjusting lenses and positioning. Although I was the only woman, I was thankful I had familiar faces around. In comparison to usual, there were significantly less journalists, myself being one of five.

Training begins, and I see Neymar and Richarlison conversing. Neymar seemed to be raving on about something whilst Richarlison looks around, seemingly trying to understand what he is referencing. This is quickly disbanded as the coach tells them to run laps alongside their team. I make the executive decision to go film some montages and introductions with the players in the background.

I walk down the steps, arriving against the barricade. I was wary of how close I was to Richarlison but I attempted to not let that phase me. My lanyard dangling around my neck, I make a signal to the camera crew to begin.

“Olá, eu sou Y/N Y/L/N, and today I am here with the Brazilian national team as they train for the Copa América. Attempting to attain the title once again, I am here to learn how the players are coping with pressure, and the mental and physical aspects going towards the tiresome process.” I finish ending with a smile. The crew puts up a thumbs up as I drop my microphone from my face, looking behind me.

I lock eyes with Neymar once again but my attention is drawn towards Richarlison. He stares into me, his mouth slightly agape. His eyebrows slightly furrow, almost as if he doesn’t recognise me, his eyes differ as flickers of familiarity scan his brown irises.

I feel statute, as Neymar begins to talk to me yet I don’t even process it. Richarlison comes towards me in a couple strides, and my breath catches in my throat, before I realise I’m going back up the stairs towards the seats.

I feel Neymar 's eyes glued into my back watching me go, before I hear Richarlison say, “Esta é a garota de quem você estava falando? Você falou da minha garota assim na minha frente? Fique longe dela antes que eu cause problemas.” (This is the girl you were talking about? You talked about my girl like that in front of me? Stay away from her before I cause trouble.)

I already knew that this wasn’t going to end well, and as expected they were grabbing each other's shirt collars in their hands. On the verge of pulling punches. Richarlison was acting foolish, talking to his idol like that.

“Problemas, sim? Você é louco? Você esqueceu com quem está falando?” (Problems, yeah? Are you crazy? Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?) Neymar replies, tapping the temple on his forehead.

Flared noses and a string of curses in Portuguese, it was getting escalated to the point where other team members were coming to diffuse the situation. The journalists on my side began to take note of the situation, beginning to redirect their focus on to the fight, at least ten different cameras facing them now. This was going to look really bad in the press, two of Brazil’s key players in the midst of a fist fight, this is not the type of tension needed before a massive tournament.

I don’t even realise I’m making my way down there, but now I am already by the barricade attempting to calm the situation. Instinctually, I place my hand on his shoulder, and call out “Rich, por favor, venha comigo.” (Rich, please come with me.)

This is the first time I’ve talked to him in months and it showed. His grip began to loosen, his breathing began to calm and his attention focused on me. I felt so guilty even though I shouldn't have, this was Richarlison’s fault starting conflict with his teammates. He got off Neymar and practically stormed out of training. I followed him out quickly attempting to catch up but he was walking as fast as a bullet.

He stopped at the changing room, before kicking benches down. I jumped, not expecting his sudden angered movements. I stood still as if I was planted in the floor, like an old oak tree in arid soil. I’ve never seen him this angry. I don’t respond well to anger at all, and he knows this. He continues to throw things off shelves and the room turns into a mess. I call out his name, hoping for a response but there’s nothing. Just pure rage. He slowly begins to realise my state, as he locks eyes with me.

He comes towards me, and embraces me whole. He wraps his muscular arms around my head and holds my waist close. I smell him, and hold him close before pushing him away.

“What do you want from me?” I ask, tired of his contrasting emotions and actions. His breath catches in his throat.

“Your hair is different.” He comments, scanning my curls. A sly smirk is plastered on his face, his eyes dropping to my lips. Completely avoiding the question, I sigh and begin to make my way back to the pitch.

“Wait.” He grabs my hand back from leaving, pulling me inside efficiently. He cups my jaw, and kisses me on forehead lightly.

“Eu nunca parei de te amar. (I never stopped loving you.) I hate it when other guys touch you, or say your name. Love makes me stupid, stupid enough to hit my own idol. I want you all to myself. Eu sei que sou egoísta. (I know I’m selfish.) I regret agreeing to split, but I was scared that if I didn’t leave you a little bit, I would lose you completely. And I would never forgive myself. You are the only one for me. My Mãe and my Pai? They love you more than they love me.”

I chuckle, before a tear threatens to spill. I wipe it before it even escapes my eye.

“I don’t know if we’re good for each other.” I laugh and shake my head. “Mas, eu sou seu.”

[shouldprobablybereading]

Well that was sad.

Auxs death kinda gave recreance vibes and was the worst part of the book (in a good way) talk about redemption for the highspren. But I also just feel so bad for sig who now has to go on alone.

Tho I couldn’t really take the last fight seriously because the cinder king demanding a duel of honor and raving about uniting everyone into one big city for him to rule is just a bit too funny.

[horizonboundtrainer]

May wakes up in the morning with a pounding headache and a very disappointed Sceptile. It's only through years of ingrained instinct that she's even able to raise her arm in time to catch the pair of pants thrown at her face. She looks down in confusion to find her pants mysteriously gone with only a mild pink burn on her ass where they should be.

She remembers breaking into the backstage to poke around. While everyone was enjoying the rave she'd be snooping around to see if there's anything interesting behind there. It'd been simple enough to forge a pass—all she had to do was lure in one of the VIPs with the promise of autographs and have Sig filch her's while she's distracted. One of the Porygons took care of fabricating the ID chip while she slipped the original back into their pocket. Getting past security was easier when you know how to appeal to a Gengar's mischievous nature.

( Sure, she could have just approached the DJ a few weeks ahead of time but where's the fun in that? Besides, she's never been a huge fan of raves. Not like Bren was. There's simply too many bodies to keep track of in an enclosed place, too much noise and far too few exit points she she need to make an escape. )

One thing led to another and she ended up drinking the bottle of booze she snagged. Everything after that was vague and dreamlike. Perhaps she made some sort of bet with the Gengar? She recalls something about an afterparty... And then a bonfire.

Well fuck, she's gonna end up on the news isn't she? At least her mask was intact, sparing her some embarrassment. What happens in Vermillion Harbor stays in Vermillion Harbor as the saying goes...

[chonacas]

The Collaboration on Broadway with Actor Erik Jensen

Erik Jensen is an actor, writer and director. As an actor, Erik appeared regularly in both seasons of the ABC series “For Life.” Other TV credits include major arcs on “The Walking Dead,” “Mindhunter” and “Mr. Robot,” appearances on “The Americans,” “House of Cards,” “Elementary,” The Blacklist,” and many more, including his critically acclaimed portrayal of legendary NY Yankee Thurman Munson in “The Bronx is Burning.” Film credits include the upcoming Viral with Blair Underwood and Alfre Woodard, Black Knight, The Love Letter and more than two dozen indie films. His theater credits as an actor include The Collaboration on Broadway opposite Paul Bettany and Jeremy Pope, the Pulitzer-Prize winning production of Disgraced at Lincoln Center, The Good Negro at the Public Theater, Arthur Kopit's Y2K and Terrance McNally's Corpus Christi at MTC, and Lester Bangs in his play How To Be A Rock Critic (Kirk Douglas, South Coast Rep, ArtsEmerson, Steppenwolf, The Public). Erik's sci-fi graphic novel The Reconcilers was published in 2010 to wide acclaim, and he is co-host and co-creator of the podcast BardQuest Empire, which brings together entertainment industry professionals who play Dungeons & Dragons to talk about the intersections of D&D and storytelling.

As a writer, Erik has been named by the New Yorker as “among the foremost practitioners of documentary theater in the U.S.” With his wife Jessica Blank, he is author of The Exonerated, a genre-defining play based on interviews they conducted with over 40 wrongly convicted death row inmates across the United States, which Governor George Ryan cited as instrumental in his 2003 decision to clear Illinois’ death row. The Exonerated won Lucille Lortel, Outer Critics Circle, Drama Desk, Ovation, Fringe First and Herald Angel Awards, and was nominated for the Hull-Warriner Award and the John Gassner Playwriting Award; it has also received awards from Amnesty International, the American Bar Association, the National Association of Criminal Defense Lawyers, Death Penalty Focus, and Court TV, and was named Best Play of the Year by the New York Times. The Exonerated has been translated into Spanish, French, Italian, Farsi, Mandarin and Japanese and adapted by Erik and Jessica into an award-winning TV movie starring Susan Sarandon, Danny Glover, Brian Dennehy, Aidan Quinn and Delroy Lindo. Living Justice, Erik and Jessica’s book on the making of The Exonerated, was published by Simon and Schuster. Their documentary play Aftermath, based on interviews they conducted with Iraqi civilian refugees in Jordan, had its Off Broadway premiere at New York Theater Workshop, was a New York Times Critics’ Pick, toured internationally for two years and was nominated for two Drama League Awards. Their play How to be a Rock Critic (based on the writings of Lester Bangs) played sold-out runs at the Kirk Douglas, South Coast Rep, ArtsEmerson, Steppenwolf, and the Public Theater, with Erik starring as Lester Bangs; they are currently developing How To Be A Rock Critic for feature film.

Their documentary play Coal Country, about West Virginia’s 2010 Upper Big Branch Mine disaster, opened at the Public Theater on March 3, 2020, with original music written and performed by three-time Grammy Award-winning musician Steve Earle (Edgerton New Play Award, 2 Drama Desk noms, Lortel Award nom). When its run was cut short by COVID-19, the pair pivoted and wrote The Line, a documentary play based on firsthand interviews with NYC medical first responders at the height of the pandemic, starring Lorraine Toussaint, John Ortiz, Alison Pill, Santino Fontana and more. Also a NYT Critics’ Pick, The Line garnered rave reviews from coast to coast and was viewed by over 85,000 people in 50 countries. Coal Country recently reopened commercially at the Cherry Lane Theater in 2022 to massive critical acclaim, produced by the Public and Audible, and was recorded for Audible Theater (Signal Award for Best Drama) . Erik and Jessica currently have a major new musical under commission with the Public Theater.

As TV/screenwriters, Erik and Jessica currently have projects in development with David Simon/Blown Deadline, Levinson/Fontana, and Ed Burns (The Wire, Generation Kill). They wrote the pilot The Negotiator for Gaumont TV (EP Tom Fontana) and have developed with Fox TV Studios, 20th Century TV, Levinson/Fontana, Avenue Pictures, Sunswept, Virgin Produced, and Radical Media. Erik and Jessica’s first feature as writer/directors, Almost Home, was released by Vertical Entertainment in 2019 and their second scripted feature, How To Be A Rock Critic, is currently in development. They are in pre-production with Meteor17 to co-direct a feature documentary about legendary rock engineer Eddie Kramer (Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, the Rolling Stones) in collaboration with the Hendrix estate, and in development for a feature documentary about the Upper Big Branch Mine Disaster, produced by Audrey Rosenberg (I Am Not Your Negro, HBO’s Katrina Babies) and executive produced by Steve Earle.

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[eways-roleplays]

[Arle uses Lightning Arrow]

[Schezo uses Sagitta Adamas]

[Rulue uses Heaven Kick]

[The Dark Prince uses Ascension]

[Ragnus uses Mega Rave]

[Amitie uses Ekrixis]

[Sig uses Celestial]

[Raffina uses Allumage]

[Klug uses Defectio Lunae]

[Lidelle uses Tuono]

[Ringo uses Cosine]

[Maguro uses Backhand Slip Grip]

So yeah, that's the end of my adventures in my world. There are some more, but I've talked enough

[The Shelter isn't all that good. Noises can be heard]

[Poo]

Silence.

*Everyone stops talking...

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

The Double Izumi AU

The Double Izumi AU is an AU where Izumi Curtis from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood is reincarnated as Fem!Midoriya Izuku from Boku No Hero Academia. (Posts are HERE and HERE)

In this AU, Fem!Izuku is called Izumi, and contains her memories and her alchemy. She is not mentally an adult though, but is more mature then other children her age. As she gets older, the more her memories feel like hers and not like a story she was told about someone else.

Izumi is terrifying and powerful. It's known she has a reincarnation Quirk plus her 'Creation Quirk'. Izumi claims she had the same ability in her past life and it's Alchemy. In this AU, Reincation Quirks are separated from plain Quirks.

A famous example is Present Mic, AKA Yamada Hizashi, who is the reincarnation of Maes Hughes. He is often heard on his radio show raving about his handsome husband, their son and the many cats they have. Maes blurs faces of his husband due to his job as an underground hero, but it is well known.

Izumi has no interest in being a hero, wanting to be a housewife instead. Her mother is happy while society isn't. This is the start of people bullying her... for a month. She then kicks their asses without Quirks and proves she did so because they were bugging her. She and Bakugou at this time start a rivalry that continues until she breaks his arm in three places at age eleven when he will NOT leave her alone. After that, they avoid each other. (Bakugou may have a tiny-tiny crush on her though. Because it's me and I'm a dick.)

Izumi in this AU still loves Quirks and analyzes them. It's not a Midoriya Izuku who doesn't. It's just she does it strictly as a hobby and a 'side business. She plans on being a housewife and if her husband doesn't have a well-paying job she wants to help.

Izumi gets into UA in general studies, where she meets Present Mic. In one second, the two figure out they knew people.

Izumi: I taught Edward and Alphonse everything I knew.

Present Mic: They were terrifying. Edward was like twelve and a military officer

Izumi: I kicked his ass for that.

Mic: You're terrifying... and remind me of my husband for some reason.

Around this time, Izumi also meets a few others who were reincarnated- Todoroki Shouto who was Roy Mustang and Yaoyorozu Momo who was Riza Hawkeye (More about that HERE along with a list of other reincarnations.)

Izumi meets Shinsou Hitoshi and upon learning of her Quirk, he becomes angry and belligerent. She proceeds to kick his ass up one side of the school and down the other, threatening him and making his life HELL.

Shinsou develops a crush and Maes!Mic coos about how much his son is like him, falling for someone who can kick his ass. Lots of rambling on his radio show. Shinsou breaks in to yell at Mic that SHE LISTENS TO THIS YOU DICK.

ANYWAY! More reincarnations show up, such as Hatsume Mei as the former Winry Rockbell and Togata Mirio as Alex Armstrong. Izumi kinda hopes Sig is out there, but is content with moving on, much like Mic did.

Izumi makes friends with Uraraka, Iida and Asui thanks to her often hanging out with Todoroki and Momo because familiarity. Due to her analysis skills she goes to USJ with them. She then proceeds to kick ass, get permission to use Alchemy and terrifies most villains.

Todoroki: This is completely normal for her and her students.

Momo: Indeed.

Sports festival happens, and Izumi places third out of all. She then publically declines being a hero student cause: I want to be a housewife! *skips off into the sunset imagining a handsome man sweeping her off her feet while everyone is groaning in pain from her royal ass kicking*

This asskicking is shown on screen, plus her general attitude. A little girl named Eri sees it. Eri who once was Alphonse Elri who has been quietly going along with everything out of a sense of belief that due to human transmutation she is being punished.

Eri who sees her former teacher and then rips through the base to get to her.

Izumi is worried for Iida and goes to Hosu with permission from her mother, her teacher and Manual to harass him with friendship. Stain attacks... Izumi kicks his ass, terrifyies him and then drags Iida and Native out of the alley with loud scolding.

Iida: *has a thing for authority figures and strength* Ah this is attraction.

Native: *a pro hero who gets it* Do not let this woman go.

Stain: *is beaten up by this person* Maybe the kid is a hero after all if he acknowledges the strength of this person.

Eri shows up here, and beats the nomu with her Quirk.

Eri: TEACHER~!!!

Izumi: *double take* ALPHONSE?!

(Side note, Alphonse is the only one not born in the body the same sex as his past self. His life as a disembodies soul kinda made gender a huge: fuck it I don't care thing.)

Eri is adopted by Izumi. Eri's love of cats plus Mic has her often with the Aizawa/Yamada/Shinsou family. Lots of huggles and cats.

Now, due to her skills, Izumi is targeted by the LOV who kidnap her like around midterms which I think is a week after Internships. (The stupidity of the timeline is always stupid) She proceeds to terrify them, mom them and skips off into the sunset. All are confused.

Due to all this, she goes to the summer camp where she meets Kouta... AKA EDWARD ELRIC. Eri is with her.

Big hugs, tears and a lovely runion... then Izumi trains them into the ground cackling.

So... Pairings for this AU: IiDeku or ShinDeku.

Characters I WILL WORK IN SO HELP ME:

Oliver Armstrong. Ling. Mei. Probably Greed to. (What is Greed is Shigaraki or Dabi? I kinda like the idea of it being Dabi and when his memories unlock he ditches the LOV cause fuck, he's got a family who wants him? Todoroki as Mustang: Sort of.)

Hohenheim is a maybe. Considering him as Midoriya Hisashi who is searching for a way to defeat his father AFO. The irony does not surprise him.

[faorism]

cursed eliot spencer lewks. please feel free to use bald headed eliot to add your own creations in reblogs. if you have paint and something to move a cursor, you can contribute lololol. just add your sig about mine. some notes about each haircut below [img desc in alt text]:

the Do You Want To Hear About Our Lord And Savior Jesus Christ cut, inspired by the pink lazytown girl, but all my friends think it’s more Good Morning Baltimore.

the thing about this rat tail is that long side bangs would make this prime queer punk. i like to imagine hardison seeing him during that first job. would hardison still wanna kiss him and by that i mean would hardison fantasize about twirling the tail braided or loosened between his fingers?

the Best Friend In A 90s/00s Young Girl Chick Flick Or Disney Channel Show, which also doubles as the dopest hair at the rave

the farrah fawcett

B A L D. T E M P L A T E.

a classic buzzcut, to show i am capable of normal hairstyles

a companion to the buzzcut: the caesar

i was trying to draw really awful hair and then accidentally stumbled upon a real recent life style that ckane had and i cry

classic brush out of curly hair known to many fellow folks with curly hair as a pyramid of frizzy doom

this was supposed to be the michelle pfeiffers catwoman hair in batman but i stumbled upon what i have seen in the mirror many times when i have this length

[kynvillingur]

1 note. now, as promised, the lyrics to a fuckin banger.

Kæri Jóli!

Dagur 1 Punktur!Kæri jólasveinn. Þakka þér ofboðslega, hrikalega, innilega fyrir að senda mér þennan talandi páfugl, og perutréð fyrir hann að sitja í. Hann beit mömmu soldið fast í hendina þegar hún ætlaði að gefa honum að borða og það þurfti að sauma 3 spor, en þau eru orðnir góðir vinir núna, og við geymum perutréð í fötu inni í stofu. 

Dear Santa!

Day one, period!

Dear Santa. Thank you extremely, amazingly, sincerely for sending me this talking peacock, and the pear tree for him to sit in. He bit mum a bit hard on the hand when she was going to feed him and she had to have stitches, but they're good friends now and we keep the pear tree in a bucket in the living room.

Dagur 2 Punktur!Kæri jóli. Ég get ekki útskýrt hvað við vorum hissa að heyra frá þér aftur! Og fá að gjöf 2 dúfur til viðbótar, þú ert svo góður. Í fyrstu var fuglinn eitthvað afbrýðissamur út í dúfurnar og þau slógust mjög mikið kvöldið sem dúfurnar komu. Við urðum að senda eftir dýralækninum og��reikningurinn var 350 krónur. Mamma er búin að jafna sig og dúfurnar og páfuglinn horfa saman á sjónvarpið úr perutrénu. Þinn einlægur Skrámur!

Day two, period!

Dear Santa. I cannot explain how surprised we were to hear from you again! And getting two doves as a gift, you're so good. At first the peacock was a bit jealous of the doves so they fought a lot the night the doves came. We had to call a vet and the bill was 350 krónur. Mum has calmed down and the doves and peacock are watching TV together from the pear tree. Yours sincerely, Skrámur!

Dagur 3 Punktur!Kæri jóli. Við hljótum að vera efst í huga þér þessi jól. Ég var rétt búinn að líma frímerkið á bréfið til þín, þegar þrjú frönsku hænsnin bárust okkur, það kom upp smá misskilningur á milli dúfnanna og hænsnanna, þannig að við þurftum að senda aftur eftir dýralækninum og reikningurinn var 650 krónur í þetta skiptið. Mamma varð nú soldið svekkt, ég verð nú að segja það. Og þegar fuglarnir kúkuðu ofan á hausinn á henni þegar hún var að horfa á sjónvarpið, þá fauk nú soldið í hana sko. Þakka þér vinsemdina, þinn Skrámur! 

Day three, period!

Dear Santa. We must be at the top of your mind this Christmas. I had just glued the stamp onto the letter to you, when the three French hens were delivered to us. There was a bit of a misunderstanding between the doves and the hens, so we had to call the vet again and the bill was 650 krónur this time. Mum was pretty upset, I must say. And when the birds shat onto her head when she was watching TV, she got quite mad. Thank you for the friendliness. Yours, Skrámur.

Dagur 4 punktur!Kæri jóli. Þú hlýtur að ekki að hafa fengið bréfið frá mér, visst þú sendir okkur fjóra syngjandi þresti, það varð allt brjálað og reikningurinn frá dýralækninum 1.300 krónur. Og mamma er á róandi......Ég veit þú villt okkur vel.Þin vinur Skrámur!

Day four, period!

Dear Santa. You must not have gotten my letter, because you sent us four singing thrushes, everything went crazy and the vet bill is 1300 krónur. And mum's on calming medication..... I know you only want to do us good. Your friend, Skrámur!

Dagur 5 Punktur!Kæri jóli. Ertu orðinn kolklikk maður? 5 gullhringir?! Þegar pakkinn kom var ég skíthræddur um að þetta væru fleiri fuglar, því að lyktin í stofunni er orðin ógeðsleg. En ég vil ekki vera vanþakklátur í þinn garð. Þinn Skrámur!

Day five, period!

Dear Santa. Have you gone stark raving mad, man? Five golden rings? When the package came I was scared shitless it was gonna be more birds, because the smell in the living room has become foul. But I don't want to be ungrateful to you. Yours, Skrámur.

Dagur 6 Punktur! Jóli! Hvað ertu að reyna að gera okkur eiginlega? Það er ekki það að við kunnum ekki að meta gjafmildi þína en þessar 6 gæsir sem þú sendir voru næstum því búnar að gera út af við syngjandi þrestina. Og svo verptu þær eggjum sínum ofan á hausinn á dýralækninum og reikningurinn var 2.500 krónur fyrir utan söluskatt. Mamma bryður nú 60 grömm af róandi á dag og talar við sjálfa sig. Þú verður að skilja mig!Skrámur!

Day six, period!

Santa! What are you trying to do to us! Not that we don't appreciate your generosity but those six geese you sent almost killed the singing thrushes. And then they laid their eggs on the veterinarian's head and the bill was 2500 krónur plus tax. Mum now crunches sixty grams of medication a day and talks to herself. You have to understand me! Skrámur!

Dagur 7 Punktur!Jóli! Þetta er ekkert fyndið hjá þér lengur! 7 syndandi hvítir svanir, það gæti svosem verið voða rómó í bíó en ekki í baðherberginu á lítilli íbúð. Við komumst ekki lengur á klóið, því svanirnir eru allveg trylltir og ráðast á hurðina í hvert skipti sem við reynum að komast inn. Ef þetta heldur svona áfram þá förum við mamma að lykta jafn illa og teppið í stofunni. Hættu að senda þetta er ekki sanngjarnt.

Day seven, period!

Santa! This isn't funny at all anymore! Seven swimming white swans, that could as well be very romantic in the movies but not in the bathroom of a small apartment. We can't go to the toilet anymore because the swans are completely crazy and attack the door every time we try to get in. If this continues mum and I will start smelling as bad as the living room carpet. Stop sending, this isn't fair.

Dagur 8 Punktur!Jóli! Hver gefur þér eiginlega leyfi til að senda okkur 8 feitar mjaltakonur? Ja mér er bara spurn. Og beljurnar þeirra ruddust inn í garðinn okkar og eyðilögðu öll rósabeðin hennar mömmu. Svanirnir gerðu innrás í stofuna og átu hárkolluna hennar mömmu og hún drekkur nú eina Whisky á dag með 60 grömmum af róandi ... Ég er mjög svekktur út í þig!

Day eight, period!

Santa! Who allowed you to send us eight fat milkmaids? Well, I say. And their cows forced their way into our garden and destroyed all of mum's rose beds. The swans invaded the living room and ate mum's wig and she now drinks a bottle of whisky a day with 60 grams of medication... I'm very upset with you!

Dagur 9 Punktur!Hlustaðu nú ófétið þitt! Það er nóg af illum öndum hérna í húsinu nótt og dag, án þess að þú þurfir að senda okkur 9 snaróða bumbuslagara. 8 feitu mjaltakonurnar eru búnar að reka mömmu út úr hennar eigin eldhúsi og borða allt sem tönn á festir. Ég vara þig við!Þinn óvinur Skrámur!!!

Day nine, period!

Listen up you piece of shit! There are enough evil spirits in this house night and day without you needing to send us nine hopping mad drummers! The eight fat milkmaids have kicked mum out of her own kitchen and eaten anything that can be chewed. I'm warning you! Your enemy, Skrámur!!!

Dagur 10 Punktur!Heyrðu mig nú feitabollan þín! Ég vona að þú verðir ofsóttur af þessum 10 flautandi flautuleikurum sem þú sendir okkur í gærkvöldi og í ofanálag eru þessir óstöðvandi bumbuslagarar trommandi dag og nótt. Við mamma getum ekkert sofið, og ekki bætti nú úr skák að 8 feitu mjaltakonurnar voru syngjandi og dansandi með þeim, sko ég meina það sko, þetta er to much, þú skalt fá þetta borgað!

Day ten, period!

Do you hear me, you fat bastard? I hope you're plagued by those ten flute players you sent us last night, and to top it all off those unstoppable drummers are drumming day and night. Mum and I couldn't sleep a wink, and the fact those eight milkmaids were singing and dancing with them didn't make matters better, yknow, I mean it, yknow, this is too much! You will pay for this!

Dagur 11 Punktur!Þú ert búinn að gera út af við hana mömmu!!! Heldurðu ekki að það hefði verið nógu slæmt fyrir hana að hlusta á flautuleikarana, bumbuslagarana og 8 feitu mjaltaKELLINGARNAR djöflast úti í garði allan sólarhringinn?! Og nú hafa vinir þínir 11 álfar stökkvandi bæst í hópinn. Ég skal finna þig í fjöru!!!!

Day eleven, period!

You've nearly killed mum!!! Don't you think it was bad enough for her to listen to the flute players, drummers and the eight fat milkHAGS wreaking havoc in the garden 24/7?! And now your friends, eleven jumping elves, have joined the group. I will find you!!!

Dagur 12 Punktur!Þú ert búinn að leggja líf okkar í rúst! 12 dansandi meyjarnar komu í gærkvöldi og slógust við 8 feitu mjaltakonurnar, því þær komu að þeim með 11 álfunum stökkvandi. Það voru 8 sjúkrabílar hérna í gærkvöldi. Mamma er komin á hæli og ég sit hérna í fuglaskít og drasli upp fyrir haus. Og húsið er bara rústir einar! Ég veit að þú ert svekktur út mig síðan þarna um árið, en óboy, óboy þetta er full mikið og ég segi það enn einu sinni og ég stend við það: Jóla Hvað?!!!!

Day twelve, period!

You've ruined our lives! The twelve dancing maidens came last night and fought the eight fat milkmaids because they saw them with the eleven jumping elves. There were eight ambulances here last night. Mum is in a mental hospital and I'm sitting here in bird droppings and junk up to my head. And the house is nothing but ruins! I know you're mad at me for last year but oh boy, oh boy, this is too much and i say it one more time and stand by it: CHRISTMAS WHAT???

i changed the wording slightly to work better in english but i promise i didn't make any of this shit up

the best icelandic christmas song is just 12 days of christmas but it's laddi getting a million birds and women from santa despite increasing protests and his mother having a mental breakdown over it. if this gets 1 note i will post translations of the song

[knight-of-ashes]

If I see one more liberal call for a revolution immediately after calling for a ban on "military style weapons" I'm gonna fucking lose it and start digging a tunnel

Every single jackass who posts that AR-15 versus predator drone meme then posts a picture of Wonder Woman with a sword and says that's how they're gonna defend the right to abortion is a brain dead imbecile

Every single comment about common sense regulations I see is about extra laws that would empower police to decimate inner cities and would never actually get semiautomatic weaponry out of the hands of disillusioned and violent young men. I see no one talking about weapon storage or ways to empower schools to actually get help for these men and I just see people talking about magazine restrictions and banning AR-15s which aren't even the most powerful or most high capacity guns on the market. They're just what's currently ubiquitous because of the military industrial complex and they're about to get replaced by the new SIG 6.8mm rifles. Nobody wants to ban AK-47s even though they're just as easy to acquire and higher caliber. Everyone dismisses gang violence in these conversations like young Black men don't deserve a chance to get out of that hell.

I have so many ideas for policies and regulations for just the firearms side (not even talking UBI and universal healthcare) that would actually solve these massacres and I'm too fucking angry at my friends to even say them because they have to share their stupid fucking Star Wars and Discworld memes to make sure everyone knows how sad they are about another batch of kids dying before they go back to consuming endless streams of Disney content and voting for Democrats who won't lift a finger on this issue.

I have a friend who's not allowed to legally own firearms for a few more years because she was forcibly hospitalized after crashing her car into a tree at night during a suicide attempt that she regretted before the hit happened, and meanwhile her brother has never been hospitalized and still can legally use guns despite ranting and raving in a manic fugue state in his front yard and threatening to kill people while the cops stood there laughing. How the fuck are you going to get every AR-15 off the streets when this is our normal? When cops just let any man light enough keep their guns even against department policy? When schools repeatedly report problem kids and get ignored until after the problem kid has finally shot everyone up? How are you going to stop shootings by banning the sale of only one style of semiautomatic rifle and not doing anything about any other type of gun, or working on any sort of training minimum requirements? Are we gonna talk about how ICE was waiting at the school to arrest any undocumented parents, and how ICE has been implicated in multiple firearms smuggling schemes while using even the slightest suggestion of illegal activity as an excuse to kill any Latino on site, and how undocumented Latino workers often have unregistered firearms because they know cops will not protect them?

23 people are dead. Two adults, 19 kids, and the shooter himself, an 18 year old who was a week away from graduation if his grades were good enough for that. We need a solution, not useless platitudes, and banning exactly one type of gun then calling for a revolution like you have emptily for the past five years is a useless platitude. These are people who hid at home during the BLM protests who think they're gonna change something.

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE YOUR REVOLUTION WITHOUT WEAPONS?

[codexandcompendium]

@osterreich​ || stolen sweater

Ludwig, sitting behind his desk with his fingers crossed in front of his mouth, merely watches as Roderich makes himself comfortable on the sofa, sprawled out and looking a little worse for wear in the German’s oversized burgundy sweater. “Too many questions,” He mused aloud, resting his scruffy chin atop his interlocked fingers. The Austrian certainly looked disgruntled, and more so than normal. A feat.

Generalinspekteur. The blonde has to stop himself from snorting at the tone Roderich was using with his job title. “Clearly if you were at risk of interrupting me,” Leaning back in his seat, Ludwig drops his hands to the desktop, pen fitting between his fingers. “You would not have been able to get in here.”

Roderich continues on, though, and Ludwig just sits there and lets the Austrian rant and rave dramatically on the sofa. He was doing his very best not to laugh, instead busying himself with signing off on the paperwork sitting before him. “Couple things,” Ludwig starts, cocking his head to the side as he files away some documents. “If you don’t want Sig to steal your jacket, don’t leave it on the loveseat. You went into my dresser specifically to find that sweater. Breakfast food is good at any point in the day and I am a non-discriminant breakfast lover. This building has not moved since it’s construction, and,” Ludwig finally looks up, a small smile on his face.

“The secretary is in fact new. You could have just called me. You know that.”

[mythandlaur]

I would like to share with the Puyo tag the fruits of a discussion with @gerry-podunk and @radiozap777 (with input from some other friends) about Maguro having a Youtube channel and roping the rest of the cast in with it.

His username is “Tuna Breath” and his icon is a photoshop of a fish wearing a necktie put together from a couple of stock images. He’s never bothered changing the picture, and therefore most people draw him as a fish with a tie or a person in a suit with a fish head.

The vast majority of his videos are gaming, however he’s done at least one cooking video with Ringo. He wore a paper bag over his head the whole time, telling everyone that he was too pretty to be on camera (everyone just assumed he was camera shy, but it’s true--the last time he looked at a camera head-on it started smoking)

He plays a huge variety of games, and will always pick Luigi in any Mario-adjacent game

At first, he started off just doing videos with Ringo and Risukuma, the latter often providing peanut gallery commentary off to the side (most games are difficult for him as big meaty paws, and they’ve yet to figure out a solution)

Due to Ringo’s general reactions to anything remotely spooky or ghostlike in games, Maguro’s viewers keep trying to rope them into playing a horror game together. Eventually she gets dragged into it on stream and stuns the whole chat when she puts the “lower the brightness until the symbol is barely visible” thing as low as it can go due to her special eyes. It’s assumed that she has more guts than anyone thought...until she can’t get out of the first hallway due to fear of jumpscares. The ensuing stream is a disaster, but becomes legendary

Risukuma and Maguro play incredibly well off each other commentary-wise, as Risukuma is a deadpan snarker to Maguro’s more energetic personality. This also means that Risukuma will occasionally say something so outrageously off the wall in a dead serious tone that it’ll be screamingly hilarious. He also will occasionally troll Maguro and then deny doing anything

Everyone assumes ‘Risukuma’ is a nickname, and after seeing him on camera, they assume he’s a person in a costume until somebody catches his mouth moving. Maguro cheekily refuses to answer any questions about him in a satisfactory manner, and Risukuma quickly becomes a memetic cryptid

The trio occasionally play puzzle games together. Ringo and Risukuma are really good at them, but Ringo will occasionally overthink and freak out, then fall dead silent while Risukuma solves the problem quietly in the background

Over time (as he gets them accustomed to how this stuff works), Maguro gains an increasing circle of bizarre co-commentators and semi-regular guests on the channel, to varying reactions from his viewerbase

The three greatest offenders in regard to peaking their microphones are, in order, Ringo, Amitie...and Klug.

Sig’s got a mostly one-handed setup worked out after breaking the left thumbsticks off of two of Maguro’s controllers. He’s easily distracted, but somehow terrifying at Smash in spite of it. He will entirely disappear for hours at a time in Animal Crossing or similar games to the point where people occasionally forget he’s involved. He mains Yoshi in any game where it’s possible for him to play as Yoshi.

Ecolo rarely appears due to posing a significant danger to the electronic equipment, but when they do show up, they’re usually trolling, causing chaos, or making video game characters suffer for their amusement. Think Graystillplays or RTGame.

Klug is a base-breaker; some people find him really grating and annoying and claim he overacts, while others find him absolutely hilarious due to how high-strung and loud he is. He will get hit with a blue shell in Mario Kart and start ranting and raving while Maguro cackles in the background and Sig probably wins the race.

Draco is generally not considered much and is made fun of until they all play Jackbox together and she leaves at least two of the others in tears from laughter. Her stubborn and competitive nature makes her play off of some of the others really well.

[anxiouspineapples]

I love d20 and the way they always shout out fans makes me so happy. They talk abt the art and specific artists and if you watch the ig lives they know some of the meme accounts by their real first name and someone made an album for sig and the sig figs and they raved abt that for forever (it was really good) but it's just so cool that they're always so hyped abt stuff fans make

the songs on that album are 100% jams burn towns get money has been stuck in my head for days

[warelander]

The Sig/Strange Klug and Arle/Doppel parallels are still one of my favorite Puyo things to rave about.

Two blue heroes, with red other halfs that were split from them and driven to villainous means to regain their old lifes and selfs, due to the utterly horrible fates they suffered.

Certainly helps that games like 15th do assert that Sig is missing half of himself, so the comparisons to the Arles and their split very much stands.

I don’t see the series ever exploring this, but it’s fun to think about, certainly has a ton of potential for a Arle & Sig centric story.