#something i think is so funny is writing something that is not even weird or risqué just kind of embarrassing and putting it in asterisks

[fagenthusiast]

A SONG THAT RHYMES is a perfect introduction to the mixtape, even down to the cute default metronome, it eases the listener in very well, and has the same motif of 'practice' as the cover and title.

BDTR has a much more developed sound, and, above all else, flows. each word melts into the next, and the setup for 'butter' in the first bar is so well done. it even continues the theme of 'practice' with the gasps between bars.

MOOD FM reminds me of Tyler the Creator, specifically his song Yonkers, as well as MF DOOM, with the kind of motion in bars, with the setup and 'punchline', best shown in the 'crack glow' line.

CONT begins super endearingly with the preface, still continuing the overarching theme. Where each song so far has its own rythm, this one is very unique with each bar having a visible seperation, while still keeping pace. the canned laughter at 0:28 also takes you out of the rythm and puts you right back in it, really smooth. now that it's woken you up, it pulls you into the lyrics with 'laugh canned', kind of resetting the listener. repeating 'cat of nine tails' pulls everything together.

FILTHY is a complete breakfast, the whole essence of a song in 3 or 4 bars. its backing track puts emphasis on the words, which put emphasis on the consinants, which creates a sort of 'clicking' to the beat. feels like drinking a cold glass of water.

YYC uses a sort of 'broken record' effect in the backing track, which keeps you attentive to the words in a way, constantly repeating the same effect as in CONT. this song also reverses the CONT method, having no breaks at all between bars.

MARX PIZZARIA is my personal favorite song, for its endearing premise and overall theme, to the break in the beat in the center creating the effect of a full song, always sounding (to me) longer than it is, at only 10 seconds.

THE NEW WACK feels like the first complete song, with a switch in rapping style in the center that keeps it fresh. the pause between 'make a ton of' and 'mmoney' feels good, and keeps you thinking about the bar into the next one, which breaks that with 'starving in the streets'

BROKEN BEAT explores different time signatures, something which seems to be a consistent theme of this mixtape. the chiptune production is a new one, as well.

TOOTHPASTE has one of the best opening lines in the entire lineup, with 'I squeeze a bitch like tooth-paste', which splits toothpaste down the middle so effectively, i feel like i can see the rest of the song from it.

ANGEL opens with another disclaimer, this time pretending to be bars. maybe it is bars, though too. the three bar, one bar pattern is very tantalizing, as well. 'i hope you like my shits' is funny

SKELLY'S COMPUTER sounds like a statement or a court testimony, with a very crunchy feel, then using a ragtime piano to make it stand out.

LOW MAINTENANCE removes and then reintroduces the piano, adding an ting to the listening. Scout sounds more focused, more determined, more in control with each song on the mixtape.

NIMROD goes back to the theme of odd time signatures and zero breaks, going as fast as possible in such a short timeframe of 30 seconds.

BLOCK has a punchy, clear sound, putting emphasis on the last syllable of each bar. sounding tired with the last bar

STAGGERSTEP once again has a strange time signature, ensuring you never get bored as scout explores new themes.

PARTY TRICK sounds weird, or to clarify, weird for scout. its anxious, even down to the title, party trick, which seems to reduce scout's talent to just that. it also seems to fall in line with standard time signatures for the first part, almost scared, before bursting out in anger.

TKAV is so, so good. listen to it. if i were to show anyone any song from PRACTICE, itd be this one. this is every piece of scouts writing and performance combined into a single song. its also the longest song on the mixtape.

NARC is light on production, and feels (to me) like a return to form of the earlier songs on the mixtape.

PRACTICE is like watching scout's style and ability improve in real time. it is very good, tumblr, listen to it.

unfortunately, i have released a mixtape. i call it Practice, because that's what it consists of.

here it is on Bandcamp (it's free).

and here it is on youtube.

[pukefactory]

A lot of people have asked me this and I think it’s about time I write something more detailed. So here’s:

PukeFactory’s Guide On Writing Dream BBQ ENA! (My Way)

1. She is a contradiction. Start there.

Dream BBQ ENA is a creature of duality, but not in the gimmicky way. Her emotions swing like a pendulum carved from glass—delicately unhinged. She will comfort you with a whisper like starlight one moment and then yell at a tree for looking at her weird the next. Her logic is surreal but never nonsensical. It’s sincere in a way that bends gravity. She means it, even when it makes no sense. “I think you’re a treasure map, but I lost the key, and also the concept of directions… but I still wanna follow you.”

2. Her voice is fragmented but honest.

Write ENA’s dialogue with a rhythm that feels like a glitched lullaby or a mixtape made of poems and outbursts. Use capitalizations, glitches, or dream-logic metaphors, but keep them emotionally grounded. “OH—oh no. Oh no I said the wrong thing. AGAIN. Hold on—REWIND, REWIND—Can I have a second take of that hug?”

Her speech patterns jump between:

• Soft and strangely poetic:

“You remind me of the feeling before lightning hits.”

• Loud and unfiltered:

“I ATE A ROCK OUT OF SPITE! I’D DO IT AGAIN IF IT MEANT YOU’D FORGIVE ME!”

3. She doesn’t understand relationships—but she craves connection.

ENA often sabotages closeness by accident. She’ll say something jarring mid-hug, not because she’s cruel, but because she doesn’t understand the rules. Intimacy terrifies her. Not because she doesn’t want it, but because she wants it too much. “Wait—was that love? Oh no. I thought it was just heartburn. Or like… something… BEYOND heartburn. Wait, come back!” She learns through interaction. She reflects. She messes up and tries again anyway. She’s endearing because she’s trying—not because she gets it right.

4. Her emotions are surreal landscapes.

Instead of saying “ENA is sad,” describe it like: “She paced in figure eights, muttering apologies to imaginary dogs and invisible moons. Her smile was brittle. Like candy glass.” Or instead of “she’s angry”: “Her eye twitched like a jammed film reel. She bared her teeth at the air, yelling something about betrayal and unripe peaches.” Dream BBQ ENA doesn’t feel things linearly. Her inner world is a Salvador Dalí painting on fire with longing.

5. Her body is unstable; use that.

Dream BBQ ENA’s body shifts and jerks. Her facial expressions glitch. Use this for emotional emphasis:

• When she’s anxious, maybe her smile freezes too long.

• When she’s excited, her voice pitch spikes into television static.

• When she’s afraid, her colors invert or her mouth refuses to close.

Her body is a mood ring coded by a trickster god. Let that reflect her emotional state in the scene.

6. She uses weird metaphors because reality doesn’t fit.

She compares people to:

• Clouds shaped like broken promises.

• Paintings that make her cry for no reason.

• Broken clocks that still tick in time with her heart.

Let her speak in beautiful nonsense. It’s not “random.” It’s instinctive, raw, and emotionally precise. “You’re like… a sunset that happened inside my lungs. You make it hard to breathe. I like it.”

7. She is not just a joke character.

Even when ENA is funny or awkward or loud, she is never just a punchline. There’s a quiet ache under everything she says. She was made to observe, to wander, to experience without truly belonging. Write her with that bittersweetness in mind. “I think I’m the kind of person who touches joy but drops it before it sticks. Like I’ve got oil on my fingers, or maybe I am the oil.”

8. Let her be messy. Let her be sincere.

She doesn’t always say the right thing. Sometimes she runs away instead of talking. Sometimes she laughs too loud at the wrong time. Sometimes she feels more like a glitch than a girl. But when she says “I love you”? She means it. She really, truly means it—even if it sounds like: “If you exploded right now, I’d collect all your little pieces and make a shrine. Because you matter. Because you always did.”

9. Tone: melancholic absurdity with heart.

Dream BBQ ENA lives in a world that feels like a dream and a fever. Your tone should balance whimsy with gravity, joy with grief, glitchy chaos with honest love. She is a reflection of people who feel too much and understand too little—but never stop trying to connect.

10. In summary…

• Speak in fragments, but write with intent.

• Let her emotions be surreal, shifting, and raw.

• Give her dialogue layers: poetic, jarring, sincere, awkward.

• She doesn’t understand love—but she chases it anyway.

• She’s not a clown. She’s a girl made of glitch and feeling and static and sweetness.

[inlovewithfionaapple]

quite literally anything w/ spencer agnew!! maybe like a friends to lovers kinda vibe? or whatever you feel inspired by im not picky! thanks!!!!

just friends...right?

warnings: fluff, friends/co workers to lovers

wc: 754

an: i've been meaning to write something for him, but i haven't figured out what to write! thank you!! hope you like it!

smosh hq was always buzzing — filled with choatic energy, constant filming, half-finished cold brews, and in the midst of it all was spencer agnew, twirling a nerf ball around his fingers as he waited for the next sketch shoot to start.

"hey, dude, you ready?" y/n stood in the doorway to the green room, a smile playing at her mouth. she wore a smosh crew hoodie she would steal from wardrobe, sleeves pushed up, a pen tucked behind her ear.

spencer grinned — that easy, toothy grin he had — and tossed the ball up lazily.

 "born ready," he said, catching it one-handed.

y/n rolled her eyes dramatically. "yeah, you were absolutely ready just then, fully memorizing your lines. by throwing a foam ball at the ceiling."

he shrugged. "hey, it's called multitasking. brain exercise."

she snorted. it was so easy with spencer — like breathing. they'd started at smosh around the same time, both a little lost, a little wide-eyed, clinging to each other as the weirdness and brilliance of the place swallowed them up. at first it had been late-night editing sessions, swapping bad jokes, surviving impossible deadlines. then came the inside jokes, the way they’d wordlessly team up during improv games, the way spencer could always, always make her laugh — even when she was stressed, tired, or just over it.

and somewhere along the way... something shifted.

not that she was admitting it.

not when he was still spencer, still the guy who wore mismatched socks and made dad jokes and sometimes looked at her for a second too long 

"you’re spacing out," spencer teased, walking over and bumping his shoulder into hers. "nervous? you should be. i'm about to absolutely crush this sketch."

"ha, sure you are," y/n said, nudging him back. she smiled, but there was a funny, warm pressure building in her chest — the kind that had been creeping up more and more lately whenever he stood too close, laughed too loud, or said her name like it meant something.

maybe it did mean something.

maybe she was in way more trouble than she thought.

ater that day, after a chaotic filming session involving fake blood, a wig that wouldn't stay on, and ian corpsing so hard they had to reset six times, y/n collapsed onto the worn couch in the lounge, groaning dramatically.

"i don't think my brain works anymore," she announced to no one in particular.

spencer dropped down beside her, flopping his head back dramatically. "same. it's just soup up there now. good soup."

"bad soup," y/n corrected him. "chunky, cursed soup."

he laughed, and the sound of it wrapped around her like a hug she didn’t know she needed.

for a moment, they just sat there — the late afternoon light streaming through the cracked blinds, the murmur of the rest of the team still packing up equipment.

 it should have been easy. comfortable. it always was.

but now y/n could feel every inch of space between them.

 and every inch that wasn’t.

"hey," spencer said, voice softer than usual. he shifted to look at her properly. "you doing okay?"

she blinked, thrown by the seriousness in his tone.

 "yeah, just tired. long day."

he studied her for a second — really looked at her, like he was trying to read something between the lines.

 "you know you can tell me if it's more than that, right?"

her throat tightened.

 god, he was so good.

 too good.

"i'm fine," she said, forcing a smile. "promise."

spencer hesitated, then nodded. but he didn’t look convinced.

and when his hand brushed lightly against hers, whether on purpose or by accident, y/n didn’t move away.

she couldn't.

something electric zipped up her arm — stupid, cliché, heart-racing electricity — and she hated how much she liked it.

or maybe she didn’t hate it at all.

that night, y/n found herself staring at her phone long after she should've been asleep.

a new text from spencer blinked up at her:

[spencer]

 i had fun today.

 even tho you almost got me killed w the fake blood slip lol

 you're my favorite person to film with

 just thought you should know 💙

the little blue heart almost wrecked her.

y/n buried her face in her pillow and screamed into it softly.

because somewhere deep down, a truth she'd been avoiding finally crashed into her.

she didn’t just like spencer.

she was in love with him.

and now she had no idea what to do about it.

[myeyebagsaredesigner]

Tim and Damian piss Jason enough that the next week Jason is their Literature teacher in the School

HAHAHAHAHSDFSHKSD OMG YES

Tim and Damian may not be close, but they're always willing to team up and mess with Jason. They think it's funny. Jason does not. His frustration has been slowly building throughout the past few weeks until finally, he gets glitter bombed after a rough patrol. Post clean up, post shower, about to get into bed, he opens up his clothes drawer and BOOM. Glitter. He has had enough.

He sends a text to them reading 'I'm done with this. Pray for your fucking lives' and gets to work on coming up with a revenge plan. Beat them up? A classic, but too basic. Screw with their patrol routes? Nah, that would just piss Bruce off, and he's not interested in that right now. He knows a few of Black Mask's goons.. maybe he can use them to mess with them? No.. the last time he used Mask's henchmen for revenge behind his back, he was sent a very strongly worded text message. He had to apologize with freshly baked cookies.

He remembers Tim and Damian talking about a literature project. Something about having to choose a book to read for class work. Apparently, Tim is struggling with his book and Damian hasn't even started his. He can steal the books? Tear out a few pages so they don't get the full story?

Wait.

Wait just a minute.

Jason has a degree in English.

He.. he can use this.

He does end up getting help from Mask's goons (with permission, of course), and suddenly their teacher is nowhere to be found and they're stuck with a substitute. They think it's great. Damian uses that time to draw and Tim brings his switch to school for the week and it's awesome.

On Monday the next week, Tim gets a very bad feeling while walking into school. He asks Damian if he feels weird, and he admits that something feels a bit off. They wander into class and find it completely rearranged. Where there used to be a silly alphabet poster, there is now a Hamlet quote. The bright red curtains were replaced with black. On the desk, two books- are those Tim and Damian's books??- are stacked on top of each other, a skull resting on top. The sub isn't there. In fact, Damian swears he saw them walk into a different classroom.

They sit down at a desk, not their usual one, seeing as the desks were moved from groups to lines, and wait. The bell rings and the door slams open, Jason strutting in. They both sit there in shock as their brother sets his stuff down and writes 'Mr. T' on the board. He turns around and smirks at them before turning to the rest of the class.

Jason: "Hello everyone, you can call me Mr. T. I will be your new English Literature teacher for the year."

Student: "You don't look like a teacher.."

Jason, narrowing his eyes: "And you don't look like you're going to pass my class."

Student:

Jason: "That's what I thought.. everybody up. I'm assigning seats."

He switches everybody around, placing Tim and Damian in the front row on opposite sides. He claims he heard something about a project, and he will be collecting it now, seeing as the due date was that day. Tim and Damian watch as the majority of their class hands in the work in shame and slight fear. Jason calls on them for their work and they have to admit to the class that they didn't do it. They receive ten fat F's.

When Jason begins his teaching year, he uses it to torment his brothers. He makes them read aloud, calls on them to answer questions they don't know, curves the lessons to ones they struggle with, etc. Eventually though, he finds that he actually enjoys teaching. His class seems to like him too. He's a fairly young guy who doesn't try to act like he's all professional, and he teaches the lessons in a way that makes them interested. Tim and Damian hate it, and are the only ones who seem to not like the new teacher.

When he leaves at the end of the year, he receives a bunch of flowers and gifts and cards from his students. He cries.

Years later, the kids will come up to him when they see him on the street. He gets told about what new books they're reading, what they're majoring in, how they're doing. A couple kids tell him that he inspired them to study English Literature, and he feels like he's on top of the world. He gets invited to the wedding of two of his students who he assigned together for group work. He's invited to college graduations. They even have a book club that he occasionally goes to.

Tormenting his brothers is the best

[captainjackscoat]

okay just went to see Thunderbolts* so, opinions under the cut :)

I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB

MY BOYYYYYY I WANT TO HUG HIM AND GIVE HIM AT LEAST ONE OF MY STUFFED TOYS. AND THEN TELL HIM HE IS SO LOVED. MY POOR BOB.

Solid 9/10.

Yelena was beautifully done, Ava was brilliant, Bob was OH MY GOD BEAUTIFULLY DONE, Walker was...

okay I am Walker's no.1 hater (fight me for it) and even I can say Wyatt did a brilliant job of that. Walker was well written and well played and I cannot fault that. However I still hate him. You can't blame me - he just has a punchable face.

EDIT HERE BC A COMMENT HAS INFORMED ME ALEXEI FUCKING SUCKS: My entire knowledge of Alexei before watching Thunderbolts* was that he was Yelena and Natasha's dad. Basically my entire memory of watching Black Widow is my dad identifying Smells Like Teen Spirit at the start. I was not aware Alexei was complicit in child trafficking, I now recognise he fucking sucks, and for moral reasons I hate him more than Walker. I'm still Walker's no.1 hater though like I've maintained this title, given to me by my father, for four years. I'm not dropping it now. So while I now hate Alexei, it's not going to change the fact that I hate Walker. I just hate Alexei more.

Taskmaster... I am a little disappointed about. i was really looking forward to more of her, and her death was just... why? I kept expecting her to show up and she didn't. It felt a bit flat. I didn't exactly miss her, as I have no emotional attachment to her like I do for Yelena, Bucky and Ava, but I felt she was not done justice.

Pausing writing this to inform anyone reading this that I am writing this with Yelena's voice in my head saying it. She's speaking my internal monologue now. It's quite funny.

Anyway.

I went into the film fully aware that the villain was Bob's insecurities, but I was. I was not ready enough. Oh my god. That was absolutely incredible. Bob's plot line on his own was 10/10 omfg. I'm still recovering from really, really shit mental health and it keeps coming back and the way mental health was handled in Thunderbolts* has made me feel seen in a way nothing else has. We watch mental health videos at school and I feel nothing, or I watch films that are entirely about mental health and yeah, okay, they're sad and they're good but I feel nothing. This? Nothing has explained it more than the Void. I have rarely hated any character more than I hated the Void, because in a weird fucking way, I know him. He's fictional, but he's also very, very real.

Florence Pugh's acting was phenomenal. I cannot praise her enough. The line "I have so many" broke something in me, I think. She was simultaneously heartbreaking, healing and hilarious and I fucking adored her. Also, kudos to the makeup department because she looked fucking incredible.

Kudos to the stunt doubles too. I love stunt doubles, y'all are awesome, and you were NOT pulling punches on this one.

Things I wished there was more of:

Bucky screen time. I know he was there a lot, but I felt like there was more Alexei than there was more Bucky, which makes sense but also I'm more of a Bucky fan so I WANT MORE BUCKY :(((((( also we were promised a film about Bucky and he was sidelined. I know this is being said a lot, and it's annoying as fuck, but it is true. He doesn't have any special reason for being a main character, but Sebastian Stan has worked his ASS off as Bucky and he is always the side guy for someone. Steve, Sam (although I do have things to say on him), now Yelena? Bucky needs his own time too.

Alpine. GIVE ME MY GIRL PLEASEEEEEEE MARVEL I BEG YOU ON MY HANDS AND KNEES GIVE ME MY CAT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE-

Scenes of the team in their day to day life. We saw a snippet of Bucky, we saw half a glimpse of Alexei, and it wasn't enough. I am more interested in the daily lives of these guys than I am in half the shit with Valen-fucking-tina.

Speaking of Valentina, she continues to piss me off. I can't even like her because she's hot. She's a fucking cunt. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I hate her more than I hate Walker. I would like more scenes of her being fucking DECIMATED please.

I was going to say I wanted more scenes of Mel being brave, but actually, we got enough. I really liked her. She wasn't any big hero, but she called the right person for help, and I think sometimes if that's the best you can do, that's being a hero in itself. So I love her, and I think she was incredibly brave for calling Bucky at all.

Right. Some people are gonna be pissed at me for this one, but Sam. I wanted more Sam. I'm going to step away for a second as a Sambucky shipper, and just be a Sam fan. Actually this needs its own section.

SAM. I understand that this is a film about the Thunderbolts*, and about Yelena and this group of people who aren't exactly perfect but they're heroes all the same etc etc. And I know people are angry that they're making the New Avengers without Sam because MARVEL is sidelining him, and I absolutely agree that he has been sidelined too much. He gets the shield, it goes to Walker. He gets it back, now Captain Carter is the famous captain. It's shit, and he's being treated like shit, and I'm so angry about it. But I think, in this instance, as much as it is absolutely shit, it kinda makes sense?. Valentina's character was always going to take credit for it, and so she was always going to try and make the New Avengers. I'm not saying it was inevitable, I'm saying that from a plot point of view, it makes sense. They've got Sam pissed about it, they've been setting up Sam's avengers for a while, and we can all see that. They aren't being subtle about it. I, for some fucking reason, have faith that Sam will get another few moments to shine at the very least, and he will lead his own Avengers. I don't think Bucky and Sam are fighting as much as you guys think they are. I honestly think it will be okay. Maybe not as peachy as we would like, but it will be okayish. Sam will get his team and his recognition, and Bucky will get... his team. Bucky gets a family, anyway.

Considering the main cast consisted of Bucky AND Walker, there should have at least been a reference to Sam. Again, not from a Sambucky POV (kinda from a sambucky pov but hey, I'm just a little pathetic gay. let me be biased). Okay, not ENTIRELY from a Sambucky POV. But anyway. Bucky is now TIED to Captain America. He has been Captain America's close friend (that hurt to type) TWICE. He is INTERTWINED with Captain America. And Walker's fall from grace is BECAUSE of Sam. You know what would have been good? Walker making an offhand comment about it and Bucky making a little comment defending Sam. Nothing big, just a REFERENCE. Sam is huge. He's Captain fucking America. He has been sidelined for far too long. He isn't just the Falcon now. Captain America, whoever holds that shield correctly, is the face of MARVEL. Sam Wilson is the face of MARVEL and if there is a film that has characters who are that close to him? He should be mentioned. Not just because I want him to be, but because he deserves to be.

Anyway my main issues were Taskmaster's death, Bucky not getting enough screen time, Sam not getting so much as a crumb, a lack of Alpine, and not getting enough of the team's daily lives. Valentina getting punched in the face would just be a wonderful bonus.

Overall, a brilliant movie. Highly recommend. I cried, so that tells you it's worth something. Go watch it, if only for Bob and Yelena and Bucky on a motorbike.

(EVERY SCENE BUCKY WAS IN WAS SEXY AS FUCK. THIS IS THE REASON I'M NOT A FULL TIME LESBIAN BECAUSE HOLY SHIIIIIIIT HE WAS HOT.)

(SO WAS FLORENCE PUGH ACTUALLY LIKE GODDAMN GIRL WHAT WERE YOUR PARENTS PACKING????? I'M SO FUCKING GAY OH MY GOD YOU GO QUEEN, SLAYING LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY. FUCK YES.)

Very good movie. Not enough Sam, Bucky or Alpine. Much good other things though. Very good. Very very good. Holy fucking shit. I would die for Bob.

Okay I'm done now bye enjoy your day as much as you can, hydrate, take your meds, get at least six hours sleep, and you're doing great just by being awake, okay love you <3

[sugardollcurse]

Can you do something for a reader with an odd name? :3 like something you would have never hear of it’s so odd,

(Preferably with Paulie or all the Bugs but ya don’t gotta if you have another idea for it! ^u^)

𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 & 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒅𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆

꒰ pairings ꒱ paul mccartney x reader, john lennon x reader, george harrison x reader, ringo starr x reader

꒰ note ꒱ this is such a cute idea!!! thank yew for requesting :3

꒰ JOHN ꒱

"You're daft, you know that? Suits the name. You're both completely outta your tree."

The first time he heard your name, he blinked at you like you were fucking with him.

“You’re havin’ a laugh, right? That’s yer real name? Christ.”

He loved it instantly.

The oddness made it feel like you were part of some secret language.

Constantly bastardizes it into absurd nicknames; adds “-y” or “-o” or “-arse” to the end until it barely resembles the original.

Pretends he’s offended when you don’t immediately catch it if he butchers your name into new and increasingly absurd forms.

“Tch, don’t y’know yer own bloody name by now?”

If he’s feeling especially cheeky, he introduces you to strangers with your real name but says it so deadpan and serious that they think they’re the weird ones for blinking.

But over time, it turns into a thing. He actually gets protective about it. “Hey! Only I can take the piss, alright?”

Jokes about getting it tattooed on his ass

“So it’ll always be behind me, har har”

꒰ PAUL ꒱

“So... posh, innit? Sounds like some fancy film star I’d be too scared to talk to.”

Tries so hard to act casual about it the first time you introduce yourself but completely fails.

His eyebrows shoot up halfway to his hairline.

“Oh, that’s… lovely! Very… unique, yeah!”

Gets very attached to it quickly.

Like, dangerously fast.

Won’t shut up about how “it suits you.”

Starts calling you gentle, funny pet names based on your name.

Weirdly proud of being the only one to come up with a song lyric that rhymes with your name. Forces it into a verse.

Will not stop asking questions about where it comes from.

Is it a family name? Something made up? What does it mean?

(Even if it means nothing, he insists it must mean something now.)

Gets teased by the boys for how often he says it.

George: “You gonna marry the name or the person, then?”

If anyone ever pokes fun at it he’s immediately defensive.

“Oh yeah? What’s your name then? Colin? Get over yourself.”

꒰ GEORGE ꒱

“I like it. It’s like something you’d name a cloud."

Raises an eyebrow the first time he hears it.

Goes “…Is that real?” with his nose all scrunched.

Not in a rude way, he’s just genuinely puzzled. Intrigued.

Once you confirm it, he’ll give a tiny nod and just accept it without question. Doesn’t matter how weird it is.

Finds obscure, deeply spiritual meanings for it even if none exist.

Keeps a page in his journal where he’s just written it over and over again like a boy with a crush.

Has a weird pet-name spin on it that only he uses.

It makes no sense.

You ask him why and he shrugs.

One time a reporter scoffed at your name and George just deadpanned, “What, and ‘George’ is supposed to be sexy?”

He likes that your name is peculiar.

It's not flashy-peculiar. It's not “spotlight” strange. It’s quiet weird. Softly feral.

Once he writes it out in marker on the back of his hand. When you ask why,

“Looks good there.”

꒰ RINGO ꒱

“If anyone’s got a name like a star, it’s you.”

His eyebrows shoot up when he hears it. “Eh?? Say again?”

Writes it inside his drum kit case.

You find it scrawled in marker with a heart next to it.

Starts making up weird folklore about you.

Gives you about 20 different nicknames based on it. Most of them don’t even sound like your name anymore.

So.. yeah, immediate nickname guy.

But he always circles back to your real name, like a little treat.

Once bought you a bracelet with your name engraved wrong. Pretended it was intentional.

Adores that it’s odd.

Says it like it’s candy in his mouth. Sings it. Uses it in sentences where it doesn’t belong.

In bed, he says it low and warm into your neck.

He adds "my" in front of it and suddenly it sounds like the most natural name in the world.

taglist: @sharksausages, @wavvytin, @wimpyvamps, @finallyforgotten, @lennongirlieee

[enh2pen]

sativa - choi yeonjun

2.6k - choi yeonjun x fem reader 💥 not proofread! mdni!

pwp essentially, barely any dialogue just sex talk, drug use (🍃), high sex obv, unprotected sex (don't do that), making out, oral sex (both), naked bodies, yeonjun is lowk a dom but nothing crazy, lots of spit yum, words cock and pussy and dick and cuss words, the couch is big enough for like 4 people btw

an: hello it's my first post and my first time writing smut in YEARS 😭 it's so hard i cant even write a few silly jokes without ruining the mood i lowk hate it but the world needs more high sex with yeonjun 😓 anyways i combined my 2 fav sexy things (yeonjun + high sex) bc why not??? have a good read!!! hope you like it 😚 sorry if it's bad or for any mistakes i'm too lazy to proofread

late night walks were nothing new in your relationship. with both of you in demanding jobs, it was just another way you found to let some steam off together at the end of your long days. you’d shower together, put some comfortable clothes on and walk for hours at times, talking, listening to music and enjoying each other's company.

now, weed, that was new for the two of you. you always kind of judged people who did crazy hard drugs and got themselves high to the point they can't even move properly, but you would be lying if what your friends told you about their experience with marijuana didn't pique your interest.

their descriptions of heightened senses and tranquil feeling made you think that maybe it wouldn't hurt to go against your parent’s wishes and try some of it. just to relax a little, nothing much. and yeonjun didn't seem too weirded out about the idea, so what’s stopping you?

and sure, the high was great, the munchies were fun sometimes, and you finally laughed with your boyfriend during adam sandler’s movies, not the usual eye roll or scoff at the juvenile and predictable jokes.

but something you couldn't ignore was how you felt your skin burn under yeonjun’s touch, how his sloppier and messier kisses made you want to spend hours making out with him, how his lazy eyes made you shiver, how you always wished he’d go a little higher when caressing your thighs.

you two tried having drunk sex before, and it was amazing but at some point yeonjun did disappoint you a little, but with alcohol, that’s bound to happen. so to save yourselves the embarrassment, it was an agreement to not have sex while under the influence.

plus, he was so lazy when high, sometimes, even pecking your lips felt like an hour long chore to him, so it’s not like it would be that amazing. at least that’s what you told yourself.

but today was different, you’d usually take a few puffs together and chill at home, eat a lot and watch something that would now be funny, but this time you decided to take the blunt to your walk. there was a park near the apartment known to be frequented by drug users, so you would blend in perfectly, and the smell would probably go by unnoticed.

so, boldly, you went to the empty and dimly lit park, wasting no time and taking a few puffs as soon as you got there and. as you took a walk and waited for it to hit, by your fifth lap around the park, yeonjun, who was sitting at the same bench since you started pacing around, waited for you to walk in front of him and pulled you to himself by your shorts’ belt loop.

his big hands running up and down your hips, warming up your skin even through the thick fabric of your clothes, his pink lips hanging in a lazy smirk, it was only a matter of seconds before he made you sit on his lap and kissed you. the faint smell of weed on his breath making you tighten your legs, pressing yourself against his growing erection.

with how he was holding you in place by your waist, how he was moving his lips against yours — slowly, lovingly making out with you but you could still feel how needy he was —, with how he softly moaned into your mouth every time you pulled his hair a bit, you knew he was high.

it wasn't the usual baked yeonjun, who lays around wherever he can, laughs at every leaf that falls and can barely keep his eyes open, he, for once, felt the same way you did — felt his body burning up at the mere sight of your silhouette, with every look you shot at him, every bounce of your breasts under the hoodie you were wearing, his hoodie.

and while kissing him, you felt the dizziness kicking in and melting you into his body.

it didn't take long for the two of you to find your way back to your apartment, walking at a fast pace, considering how light headed you felt, like every step took you 2 minutes and the street ahead of you turned into a bottomless tunnel.

you had barely locked the door when you felt yeonjun’s lips on your neck, his eager hands trying to take your hoodie off, while yours pulled down the zipper on his, exposing a black tank top that barely contained his toned chest. instead of going straight to your shared room, as usual, he pinned you against the living room wall, leaving wet kisses from your neck to your mouth.

flopping around the entrance of the apartment, you flicked the light switch, as it was almost midnight and the place was as dark as it could get. one last peck was shared before a pair of red and lazy eyes stared deeply into yours, which were in a similar state. yeonjun smirked and picked you up, both hands squeezing your ass, and made his way to the couch, half laying half sitting while keeping you on his lap.

while removing your hoodie, you fixed yourself on top of him, positioning your hips so that your ass is right on top of his erection. you leaned forward and reattached your lips, lazily introducing your tongue into his mouth.

you rolled your hips on top of yeonjun’s, the friction causing him to creep his hand up your naked chest, cupping your breasts while lightly pinching your nipples. he nibbled on your bottom lip, making a gasp leave your lips.

your hands went from his shoulder to the back of his neck, where you pulled a few of the short strands of his black hair, the kiss breaking as he let his head fall back and moved his hands to your waist, caressing the spot.

your eyes met his half opened lips which sucked a sharp breath through his teeth, then his heavy eyelids, before he barely opened his eyes, just enough to watch you through his eyelashes, as you brought your lips to his jawline, leaving wet kisses. you traced to his adam’s apple, then the base of his neck.

when you moved from his lap and went past his collarbones with your mouth, his head slowly raised, just in time to see you getting on your knees and pulling his pants and underwear down. yeonjun instinctively raised his hips, seeing you pull his clothes just enough to expose his dick, rock hard and almost purple at the tip with how long yeonjun had neglected the erection.

you grabbed the base of his cock and positioned your lips near the tip, dropping a glob of spit on it. yeonjun hissed with the contact, encouraging you to lick his dick from the base up, putting it in your mouth as you reached the tip.

you started bobbing your head, spreading your spit all over it and picking up the peace when you got used to the length. yeonjun’s hands quickly found their way to your hair, tugging close to your scalp. his quiet grunts and heavy breathing gradually became louder, his grip on your hair tighter as he looked down to you and lightly thrust himself into your mouth.

— f-fuck, keep going — he breathed out, biting his lips to contain his noises.

he stopped his hips in place and let you take the lead. you alternated between sucking him up and down and circling his tip with your tongue, something you knew he loved.

with the tightness of his grip on your hair and his tense thighs, you knew he was close, which made you almost double your eagerness and try to go faster, even though it made you gag sometimes.

yeonjun suddenly pulled your hair to take your mouth away from his cock, faintly smiling at you while he tried to recover his breath. drool dripping down to his balls and pre cum leaking from his tip, it took you every ounce of strength to not put him back in your mouth.

— didn't want to cum yet — he said, pulling his boxers up and kicking his trousers away. he tapped your cheek, like a light slap, and removed his shirt — c’mere.

you stood on your feet and sat down at the spot he tapped, next to him. before making yourself too comfortable, he grabbed your face and pulled you to a kiss, wet and slow, very contrary to how quickly he unbuttoned your shorts and slid them down with your underwear.

as your head fell to the armrest, yeonjun, impatiently, pulled your legs so they were on his shoulders. he looked at you and gave you one last smile before leaving kisses on your clit.

yeonjun then started with small licks around the bud, squeezing your thighs with every movement of his tongue. when he felt you leaking at his chin, he glued his lips to your clit and lightly sucked, earning a moan and hair pull from you. he then started licking almost aggressively, his mouth unusually wet with his own drool, adding to the sensation on your pussy.

he introduced his pointer and middle finger at the same time, slightly stretching your leaking hole and hitting you in the right spot. your velvety walls squeezing his fingers together, making him moan against you, anticipating the same feeling on his cock.

with the increasing volume of your moans, yeonjun switched between pumping his fingers in and out and curling them inside of you, his tongue never losing the rhythm. as the slight heat on your clit started to spread to your legs, you knew you were getting close, and by how your legs were shaking around yeonjun’s shoulders, so did he.

you felt your whole body tensing up, your moans and grip on his hair becoming erratic with how much you wanted to release your orgasm.

with your legs so tense you knew you’d have cramps later, you felt a slow wave of heat washing through your body, making your limbs limp and freeing your throat from all the noises you didn't even know you were holding back. yeonjun kept his tongue moving while you rode out your orgasm, your hips rolling against his mouth and spreading your wetness on his lower face.

— what. the fuck — you whispered, head still laying on the couch, your eyes staring up at the ceiling while you recovered your breath. you never had an orgasm so intense, your whole body burning up for what felt like an eternity, brain foggy with pleasure, head almost hurting, and you swore you went deaf in one ear for a moment.

you felt your boyfriend moving away from your bottom, his face greeting you in a few seconds, smile big and bright and chin soaked with your juices, he kissed your lips passionately, making you moan at your taste on his lips.

he cupped your cheek while using his other hand to support himself, he deepened the kiss and moaned into your mouth, sending your hands to his broad shoulders.

when he pulled away with a couple pecks, your hands reached down to his hard cock through his boxers, making him hiss. you put your dominant hand inside his underwear, slowly stroking the length. he let his head fall to your shoulder, moaning into the crook of your neck and leaving kisses and light hickeys around the spot.

he removed his boxers fully, pulling your legs so they hugged his waist. he spit on his dick and used his hand to spread it, stroking himself slowly while looking directly at you. you watched with attention as his cock became glistened from his spit, rubbing your legs together in anticipation, feeling your thighs getting sticky with how wet you were.

yeonjun slid his dick along your pussy, wetting the tip with your juices. as you rocked your hips against him, he put one hand on your hip and squeezed his cock inside you, softly moaning.

— shit — yeonjun smiled at you, looking down and rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip, which you took in your mouth and sucked, eyes still locked with his — so fucking pretty — he whispered.

your gummy walls pulsed against his length, sucking him in. with the sudden fullness, you let out a string of moans, accompanying every single thrust of his hips, slow and deep. loud, wet noises coming from your hole, making him grunt.

he fell forward, elbowls in each side of your head supporting him. as he started to thrust harder, his right hand went to your hip, holding you in place. you gripped the fabric by your head, biting your lips and squeezing your eyes, trying to keep yourself quiet.

yeonjun couldn't look away from your face, your lips sore from biting on them, wet hair on your forehead and slightly flushed cheeks. just looking at your expression was enough to make him moan, bringing his lips to yours, and kissing you deeply, his hips stuttering as your fingers tug at his hair and you moaned against his mouth.

— look at me — he whispered, the desire in his voice compelling you to do as you’re told. his sharp and fierce eyes observing your every feature, every furrow of your eyebrows and motion of your lips, he was taking it all in. your moans and gasps filling his head, piercing through his ears, your sweat melting your skins together, your nails moving from his scalp to his back, scratches burning his shoulders.

yeonjun was becoming louder, his thrusts erratic and his grip on your hip became tighter. you grinded your hips against his and brought his hand to your breast, giving it a squeeze before pulling him in for a kiss. he could barely kiss you back with how overwhelmed he felt, all of his senses heightened and overwhelming him, he felt the pool of heat at the bottom of his stomach becoming stronger, his moans getting higher against your lips.

his hands aggressively going through your whole body, like he was trying to memorize your every curve. his head limp over your shoulder as he wrapped his right arm around you, bringing your torso closer to his. your legs were shaking with how hard he was fucking you, his dick hitting that sweet spot that blurred your vision.

— cum inside me, babe, please — you whispered in his ear, making him moan at the base of your neck, biting the spot to muffle his noises. his shaky breath hitting your skin and sending shivers down your body, the anticipation of your boyfriend spilling his cum inside you and warming you up from inside, the sticky substance sitting hot and heavy in your body.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, he raised his torso and put both hands on your waist, bouncing you on his dick while rolling his hips into you. his thrusts became shorter and faster, your hands traveled up and down his forearms, grabbing the toned limbs and using them to steady yourself.

as yeonjun came, he threw his head back, letting out one last loud moan. his movements now slow and shallow, while he rode out his orgasm with you rolling your hips. his cum slowly spilling inside you, filling and warming you up comfortably.

he caressed your thighs, grabbing the skin every so often, smiling down at you. you smiled back. he removed himself from you, cleaning you up before laying on your chest. you gave him a kiss on the lips, then on the forehead, then started playing with his hair.

the two of you laid there for a while, until you broke the silence by loudly sighing.

— i’m so hungry.

— me too.

[radiohyo]

I was honestly so surprised that I’ve only seen one fanart of this scene?? It feels like something that could’ve been drawn a hundred times.

I love Amber so much.

I keep thinking about how, out of all the different versions of the Fool, she’s the one who gets to be the most emotionally open: She’s young and in love with Fitz, she has literal telepathic conversations with him every day for fifteen years, she does all these “foolish” things like creating a new face for Paragon, dreaming about a child and a family with Fitz when they become older. Yeah, she only said it out loud once — when she was just happy to see an old friend — and after that, she always called Bee Fitz’s daughter. And she kept stopping herself every time she got too close to that weird line between "my dear more than friend" and "it reminds me of Molly". And through all of it, she stayed so painfully alone. It’s just… heartbreaking.

Fitz said he didn’t like her — I forget what exact word he used, but honestly, whatever it was, he could’ve said the same about the Fool in general if he wanted to. Sure, he’s the most charming person in the world, but he’s also a manipulator, if he needs to be somewhere, he’ll get there, even if it means hijacking a ship full of hostages.

/Speaking of old friends — and one more thing that absolutely broke me — the dragons, yeah, they’re total assholes, but the way the dragons of the Paragon completely ignored Amber? You were jealous, you considered her your friend, and she was your friend, bringing you silver and all… Funny how, after becoming dragons, you just forgot about her ?

//I rarely write long texts — I have to double-check everything I write in English to make sure it’s still readable. But I have so many thoughts

[soap143]

Well it’s certainly not a kink for me, but it DEFINETLY seems like a kink for some of ya’ll. Because why are skz either covered in oil, kissing or calling eachother “kitten” in every single fic for the past 6 months.

And I didn’t say that this is the stupidest thing the whole stay community has done, I’m talking about this community/fandom. I also just think that the way that anon is trying to spread this like it’s some groundbreaking information is funny😭. And I mean yeah, it’s kind of cute, but doing at a concert is just devious work.

Sure, I could’ve worded myself a little better, but I’ve just been holding back so much shit that I’ve wanted to say for a while. Because everyone in this community had been acting funky asf and coming up with “cute” ideas like this one.

Yeah, I like tickling, but like I said, I don’t consider it a kink. I also meant to reply to that anon that was trying to spread that idea, not trying to attack you. I agree, I was a little rude, but why are so pressed gng😭. I didn’t necessarily say anything to you, not in this post. And yes, if skz don’t wanna do it, they don’t have to, but why would we put up signs that could potentially make them uncomfortable? After what they went through at their tour to South America(not sure where), they’ve been through enough. Bc be so fr, if they’ve been dancing on stage all the concert, what makes you think they would be down to tickle eachother. I’m just being realistic and expressing my opinion.

And why are you making my opinion into your whole reason to stop writing. Yes i think the request is weird but so what? You have a mind of your own don’t you? I don’t get why you’re demanding an apology from me when I wasn’t even directly attacking you, I was trying to reply to the anon but they literally SENT it to you so what else was i supposed to do😭? Just because we’re in the same community doesn’t mean we all have to have the same opinion and god forbid someone speaks out on something they find strange. If you stop writing, that’s on you but i’m not gonna apologize for my own opinion. And I honestly couldn’t care less if you stop writing tbh.

‼️⚠️SKZ-TICKLE FANS, SPREAD THIS EVERYWHERE IN EVERY SOCIAL POSSIBLE!!⚠️‼️

We need someone who goes to a skz concert soon, who could please bring a sign(big enough to be seen by them) with written for Bangchan and Han to do a cute tickle-attack to Lee Know during the concert(wrote either in Korean or English, as long as it's understandable and visible)

and maybe if you are too far for letting them see it, passing it to other stays so it'll get closer to them to be read!!

SPREAD EVERYWHEREEE!!❤️

YALL LETS DO THISS

im gonna spread after school bc right now im supposed to get ready but SPREAD EVERYONE :D

[fleshmetal]

just watched the borderlands movie and the only good part was that krieg’s little harness thingo lowkey looked like a very skimpy little bra thing sometimes

he needs some back support with those jugs ofc

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Thinking of baby erik from the infinity comics again and my god why was he so fuckin. UGLY. silly baby…….

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[hiddenbeks]

oh also in other news. i finally finished leviathan the other day

[occasionalklance]

have no fear, I came back with a positive post to make up for yesterday's complaining!

[blorboresidue]

for months I've been thinking about how whatever my next fic ends up being is going to introduce the Chubby Kantarou tag into the ao3 ecosystem but now I'm strongly considering just. not tagging it at all and just acting as if readers should expect it. do you think I could gaslight pple into thinking that that's widespread fanon and not just my own personal headcanon? do you think I could gaslight readers from outside the fandom into thinking it's canon? not tagging it could grant me unspeakable power....

[mechahero]

Lambda's currently sat at his desk, hunched in front of his computer, feverishly typing away.

"Who the heck does this person think they are? I can't believe someone would be this dumb.", he grumbles, mostly to himself as he was the only one in the room. (And because Skip was asleep elsewhere.)

/

[cybercds]: no way. bloodstorm 2: blood will rain is a TERRIBLE sequel. it was so rushed out and it sooo shows. half the maps are ugly or are so bright it hurts to look at, only 3 of the weapons actually right!

[cybercds]: *work

[cybercds]: and on top of that, theres the fricking rocket+ ice feet glitch combo that you have to deal with the entire game that just ruins the gameplay! its not even bad in the fun way. why would you ever wanna play it when bloodstorm 1 is right there?

[cybercds]: and don't even get me started on the story! its so bad bc of the rush to get it out and i really, REALLY hate the reveal of the vampires' creators being aliens. it literally doesnt make any sense especially since 2 is supposed to be connected to the lore of the first game and in the 1st game it was established that the vampires were made by demons! like what even????

/

He pauses, interlacing his fingers as he waits for a response. Not a minute later before ding! His eyes scan over the screen and hangs his head with a sigh.

It was going to be a long night.