#squabble up is a bop

[eden-transcendental-youth]

new kendrick album good btw

[jenjenthevirgo]

If this ain’t me—

Me every time I listen to squabble up.

[pseudowho]

Fairs and carnivals were made for the winter, you felt; and the winter, made for them. Your friends had long-since abandoned you for the promise of an early night. Their company had been replaced with the sweetsmoke smells of toasting marshmallows, steaming stalls of culinary delights, and the tangled maelstrom of those in coats and scarves and gloves and hats.

Still, their presence was fleeting. A sting of loneliness followed in their wake.

You jingled your pocket; just a pair of coins left. You looked around you, and, hearing two bickering voices, you slowed to a halt beside the bumper cars. Two tall men argued; one (very tall, white-haired) was winning, while the other (not quite as tall, blond and scowling) was giving in simply for peace and quiet.

You stifled a laugh. You traded your final two pennies for violence. You bopped on your heels in the queue behind the two squabbling men. One of them, and one particularly iridescent bumper car, caught your eye. Your scowling man looked iridescent, too, lit up in carnival lights.

You didn't know what it was, as you settled into your bumper car seat, that set you on the path to mischief. You didn't know if it was the lights and laughter and lingering frost. You didn't know if it was the cinnamon churros that still warmed your belly. You didn't know if it was the hand-worn cool plastic steering wheel beneath your palms.

But you glanced at your scowling man, who appeared to be performing a 12-point safety check on his blue and yellow bumper car. Another giggle burst over. And, as much as you loathed yourself for it, you felt the need to show your affection in the only way you could.

So, like a little girl pushing a little boy into the mud, rather than tell him that she liked him, you chose violence. The bumper cars electrified. The air-horn sounded. The disco music began. You slammed the accelerator down.

BAM!

You slammed into the blue and yellow car in front of you. Your scowling blond looked up at you in pearl-clutching affront, his glasses thrown skew-wiff by your assault. You reversed, biting your lip. You caught his eye. His hands gripped, white-knuckled on the steering wheel...but he scoffed at you. A mockery. A blunt-bladed outrage. A dare. That was his downfall.

BAM!

Your second hit sent him careening, and your laughter ghosted in his ears as you were chased away by the other bumper cars on your mad circuit. The game was afoot.

You targeted him relentlessly. At first he cursed, and swore, and glared at you. But as the music went on, and his neat parting scruffed, throwing forward commas of blond with his scarf trailing after him, he might have smiled.

You were sure you saw one pass you, as he sent you spinning away. Perhaps it was the way your laughter caught on his jacket. Perhaps the violence was contagious; perhaps he pulled your pigtails, or flicked paper balls at you in class. Perhaps, instead, he found you crying in the library, with that same gentle smile and a book for two.

Hitting each other head-on in the eleventh hour of your tokens' time, you squealed, jolting forwards in your seat. Your cheeks ached with joy. He panted, his chest heaving, his smile lopsided and rueful. You both stayed that way, eye to eye, the music and the lights and the laughter fading away around you both, until--

BAM! BAM!

You were each hit on the flank, shunted in opposite directions and lost in the blitz. The air-horn sounded; the game was over. And, by the time the blond man stood, his head whipping from side to side, you were gone.

His smile faded. His whiskey-brown eyes flickered, an aurora in the carnival lights. He stood, alone and deflating, in a crossing field of bumper cars.

An hour passed before you could bear to leave the lights behind. You leaned against a stall, sighing as your penny-free pockets denied you a hot chocolate to walk home with. A voice sounded to your right, and you jumped with a squeak.

"Assaulting a stranger must be thirsty work. I'll buy you a drink."

A velveteen voice. An offer that would only be insistent if you did not roundly refuse him; if you did roundly refuse him, you knew, innately, that you would be safe to do so. He would not take it as a slight.

"I should be buying you a drink."

"Nonsense. You won."

"Does one really win bumper cars?"

"I didn't think so. And yet, you did."

"I still couldn't possibly--"

"You buy the next one."

Your heart faltered. You leaned back on the stall, biting your lip, your head tilted to the side. He was handsome; beautiful, really.

But in truth, it was his simmering, unbridled rage that had drawn you in. It was his scowl, that made you be mean to him in the playground. An immature excuse, you knew. You whispered, barely audible in the fading music of the fair. You felt the first flakes of snow kiss upon your lips.

"What's your name?"

"Nanami Kento."

"I would love a drink, Nanami Kento. But if you want the next one, you'll have to walk me home, because I've spent all my allowance this evening."

A chuckle, rich and deep. The man named Nanami Kento turned to look at the carnival lights, and found he could bear to leave them behind, if it were with you.

"It does feel a bit that way, doesn't it?" Kento mused aloud, setting his last handful of coins on the counter, and receiving two cups of childhood in return. You bit the fingers of your gloves to receive your paper cup with bare palms.

His eyes glimmered down at you. He offered his arm.

"How long is the walk?"

"Not long. Twenty minutes, maybe."

"Good. I was worried that if I didn't have time to finish this one, you wouldn't invite me in for the second."

[bangaveragewhitewine]

⋆⁺₊❅ the snow ball

teacher!Steve Harrington x teacher!Reader 

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: My second fic for @littlexdeaths The Twelve Days of Promptmas takes us back to 1996. At the annual Snow Ball Dance, Girl Power is supreme and the English teacher is standing very close to Mr H… 

Content: The tension is high. 90’s nostalgia, teacher puns and passing notes. Redefinition of the word nemesis, now to be read as ‘that one colleague you have a lethal crush on’ (the girls who get it, get it)

✨bang average festive fics✨ Steve Harrington masterlist ✨

December 1996

The opening bars of Wannabe are cut by the sound of thirty-odd teenage girls squealing with excitement as they crowd onto the dancefloor in threes and fours. The too-cool-to-dance girls bop and bounce their heads, the popular girls perform like they are at home in their bedroom mirrors or the Superbowl Half-Time Show. Geeky and quiet girls sparkle joyfully under the disco ball, any lack of confidence forgotten by utter glee. Girl Power reigns supreme over Meadow Hill Middle School as the world-ending pettiness and hormonal squabbles of thirteen and fourteen-year-olds are soothed and solved by the bouncy vocals and practiced choreography. 

You watch the boys stand and stare from the sidelines, buoying each other up as they whisper about who they might ask to dance with later and playing down their nerves. You have seen first love and first heartbreak tonight, watching Andi Cooper sway with Brian W to Always Be My Baby as Danny D looked on with tears in his eyes. Poor kid. 

“D’you think they’ll riot if Just A Girl comes on next?”

Your head tilts back against the streamer-covered wall behind you and you can’t help a little smirk at the thought of Female Revolution fuelled by Gwen Stefani and the Spice Girls. 

“Mm, imagine the headlines. Ballroom Blitz - Meadow Hill reduced to ruins by festive female rage.”

He laughs and places a cup of punch into your hand, keeping an appropriate distance between your bodies as you survey the Snow Ball in full swing. 

“And that’s why you’re the English teacher. Such a way with words.” 

“Mm, nice use of sarcasm, Mr Harrington. Gold star.” 

The punch is not spiked, but your words sound a little barbed to the unfamiliar ear. All part of the fun. 

Speaking of the punch, there’s a hipflask in his jacket, full of some strong spirit that he will share with you once the kids have been picked up, while the DJ is packing away his kit. 

“Thanks, you’ve taught me well...” 

You look up, meeting his cocoa-coloured eyes, caught staring. His tone is less barbed, more sincere, and when he says your name - your teacher name - you feel fizzy and warm all over. 

Steve feels it too, a swirling spiralling drag low in his gut. 

It’s fleeting, too quick and far too much for where you are. Too heavy for a gym that smells like sweat masked by Tommy Girl & Victoria's Secret body spray, and looks like an explosion of blue and silver and glitter, festooned with polystyrene snowflakes.

You’re the first to look away, breaking his stare to make sure that revolution is not in fact being stirred up by girls in sparkly dresses and frosted lipgloss. 

Across the dancefloor, you watch Coach Farrell mouthing along the words as he keeps an eye on the aforementioned untainted punch. A perfect distraction from that moment of too much.

“Look at Farrell. Be subtle.”

Steve can just about hear your voice over the scream-singing and chances a glance at the veteran of Physical Education.

“Maybe he’s mellowing.” There’s the sarcasm again. He sips his punch and murmurs, “Asshole.” 

Your shoulders shake with laughter as Wannabe reaches its peak. You are more tickled by Steve’s candour than the spectacle of it all. So here’s the story from A to Z… Neither of you is immune to its catchiness as you watch your students create core memories.

If you wanna be my lover…

You catch each other’s eye again as the proclamation of Girl Power bleeds out. Your face feels hot, the fluttering feeling returns. 

Steve is the one to break it this time, sipping his punch to cool down what is threatening to boil over. 

It’s not just tonight, not simply because he looks hot in his navy blazer and slacks with his stupidly perfect hair. Not only because he helped you re-stick the streamers that had started to sag and fall before the night even began. Not because you caught him looking at the way navy velvet hugged your body, or because he told you looked ‘a million bucks’. 

This has been simmering for two years since he walked into the teacher’s lounge full of confidence and charm, sent searching for you by the administrator who promised the new History teacher that you would show him around. Two years of teaching next door to each other, pretending to be competitive about how your homeroom performed in the Readathon, using the playful rivalry to feature ‘nemesis’ as your word of the week with a picture of Mr H pinned to the board. 

Two years of sharing gossip and frustrations about the district and asshole parents over teacher’s lounge coffee and ungraded papers. Coming in early and staying late to help each other decorate your classrooms for the holidays, just because. Two years of pretending you were not stoking the fire of a crush bigger than the sun, and brushing off teasing questions from students and teachers alike. 

You were just friends, but it stung when you overheard he had a date planned for the weekend. You were just friends, but when you saw his arm around a pretty blonde at a bar one Friday night, you headed home early and hoped he had not seen you. You were just friends but you understood again why teens and poets were so dramatic about matters of the heart. 

You tried to close yourself off, became spiky and quiet to protect yourself from inevitable heartbreak. But Steve was persistent. When you stood him up for coffee for the third time, he delivered it to your desk with a homemade maple pecan muffin with ‘Drink Me’ and ‘Eat Me’ tags as a nod to your seventh graders' reading assignment for the term. 

You let your friends set you up on dates with colleagues and cousins and made yourself unavailable. You found it harder and harder to pretend not to want to spend your shared-free periods shooting the shit with him. To see him looking a little bit lost without his work bestie for company, even when he fit in just fine with the other teachers.

So you gave in. 

You had seen first-hand how crushes ruin friendships; you saw it every day in your classroom and the hallways. You were too old for that and felt like a fraud standing at the top of your classroom teaching kids how to identify themes and literary devices and formulate an objective summary of a text while you were stuck on how Steve's hair looked today and the way he smiled at you in the parking lot.

You could get over yourself, choke down your feelings and mask the bitterness with his baked treats and teacher’s lounge coffee.

The olive branch came in the form of a mug festooned with the face of Abraham Lincoln and the words ‘That’s so four score and seven years ago’. There was also a whole box of peanut butter chocolate chip cookies to sweeten the deal. 

His smile was brighter than the sun and his laugh echoed around the empty classroom. Friends again.

Things went back to normal but your crush could not be overcome. It only got worse as Steve became more charming, opened more doors for you and opened up a little more when you graded papers together. You found it easy to open up to him too. The simmering of something more than friends was threatening to bubble up and boil over.

This afternoon, you found a gift on your desk. Beneath blue and white snowflake patterned paper was a mug. 

‘Though she be but little she is fierce.’ 

Inside the mug was a note in Steve’s handwriting. 

Will you dance with me at the Snow Ball tonight? Yes / No. 

The note feels like it is burning your skin, tucked beneath your bra strap. He has been playing it supremely cool all night - you would expect nothing less from Mr Harrington - but you have caught him staring all evening, fleeting glances that the kids are too excited and distracted to see.

Wannabe is followed by the Macarena. You both watch on as the boys standing around the edges of the gym are herded onto the floor by Mrs Willis, who has hogged the mic and insists that ‘everyone knows this one!’

Shared laughter is smothered and hidden by cups of untainted punch, and it’s only a matter of time before both of you are pulled onto the dancefloor to join in. 

Over the music and Mrs Willis’s encouragement, you hear him mutter “Not what I had in mind,” as you fall in step with the student body who are totally mortified that their teachers are dancing.

You both endure almost four minutes of in-sync choreography before the DJ pulls the plug and transitions into All I Want For Christmas and you are free to shuffle to the sidelines again, side by side against the streamers.

The myrrh and amber notes of Steve’s cologne tickle your nose as you stand close. 

You have to do it now. 

Before you can chicken out, you quickly slide the note from its hiding place and into the pocket of his blazer and pray that no one saw. 

“I love the mug. Thank you.”

His eyes light up with more than the reflections of the silver streamers and his fingers wrap around the body-warm slip of paper. 

“Yeah? You’re welcome, I thought it suited you. And, y’know. Shakespeare.”

Steve’s back to playing cool, but beneath the surface the bubbles fizz and rise and the butterflies flap their wings. You can see it, feel it too. 

“And,” he continues, “I’ve seen you in action at those district meetings so ‘fierce’ felt appropriate. And I’m taller than you so…” 

His lips curve into a smile as you roll your eyes. 

“Yeah yeah, big guy. I can still change my answer on that note…” 

Mirth and mischief are replaced by relief, pure joy and a little hint of a scowl. 

“I’ll play nice. Promise.”

There’s an unspoken, “Will you?”

“I’ll play nice too. Just don’t step on my tiny girl-feet.”

Another look that is both too much and just right is held between you for just a few moments. 

“Find me later, Mr. Harrington.” 

Steve watches you swish away, swathed in deep blue velvet and your dancing shoes. 

Later on, when the hall is clear of students and chaperones, when the hipflask has been opened and shared, he will spin you under his arm and watch you glitter beneath the disco ball.

If you made it to the end, thank you for reading - I hope you enjoyed!! Comments, reblogs and likes are loved, adored and stored in my heart!

[l1v1ngd3dgrrl]

Tulpar crew: Least to most likely to have an Alternative (Goth) Partner. [HC's]

AN: No one asked for this, this is purely my thoughts alone. (And yes when i said all I mean ALL...Minus Polle duh.) Please behave yourselves I'm BEGGING you

CW(S): Slight UNINTENTIONAL fetishization of Goth women (it's brief and no it's not Jimmy's doing. It's a reference to a meme, it'll make sense when you read it.)

MDNI banner: cafekitsune

Curly [Least]

I can hear your gasps behind the screen (I'm sorry!)

He doesn't mean it maliciously! I feel like he wouldn't like..Actively seek out a goth BUT he would date (and or marry) one if the chance presents itself.

doesn't really get the fashion aspect, but does like some bands (I can see him liking some of The Cure)

Swansea

Have zero clue when this man was born, or when Mouthwashing takes place. All I know is he's old (not like super old but old y'know)

..I don't think he's ever met a goth? Maybe like once and they were someone younger than him.

Finds the more 'traditional' goth looks annoying in a sense. Whaddya mean you did all that for some fashion?

Another person I can see liking very few goth bands..maybe a song or two. He can't tell you the name of the songs or what bands it is, but if you put on a song that he likes he'll kind of bop his head to it.

Daisuke

Honestly It's hard to pin point his type, based on in game dialogue he likes hot women (who doesn't) and since ones definition of hot varies who knows what he's into.

now me personally... I see him as a straight man BUT for the sake of this list he plays for all teams m'kay?

Similar to Curly I don't think he actively seeks out Goths, but if you two get along and you happen to be goth then yeah.

Would be the type to post "Need me a big tiddy goth gf" as a JOKE, he's joking i swear guys pLEASE. (you cannot tell me that he wouldn't have some stupid shitpost account on instagram or something.)

If it upset you he's taking it down and apologizing over and over and over.

If you think it's funny it becomes a joke between you two.

He canonically likes thrifting so he'd be down to help you find new pieces for your wardrobe (we love a supportive man)

Jimmy

Hear me out-

He does kind of view you as like an accessory, or like a trophy. if you don't dress 'goth' all the time he will view you as fake and not 'goth enough.'

HOWEVER, I do see him having some base knowledge about Alternative subcultures. (I saw a headcannon from curly-my-beloved and that's what made me think about putting him here)

During his high school years he probably considered himself Punk or something. Maybe had one Goth gf that dumped him in a really really messy breakup.

Unironically He would be the fucker to see someone wearing a band shirt and go "name 3 songs" or give you a pop quiz about the band, and call you a poser or fake fan.

I can see him liking some Type o negative, but he strikes me as a metal guy. Metallica/ Rob Zombie maybe? (Every man I've had the misfortune of crossing paths with who was obsessed with either have been the most insufferable dickheads to walk this earth. don't get me started ughh.)

Anya

Firm believer that Anya is one of those goths who doesn't dress goth at all, but her entire playlist says otherwise.

Once in a blue moon she'll get all gothed up but with how busy she is with work and med school she doesn't have time for it.

I can totally see her being the most likely to have a goth partner.

You two share music recommendations often, and sometimes you get into squabbles about what band is considered goth or not. (with love of course)

she KNOWSS her subculture history. Ask her any question about the subculture and she's gonna give you a whole presentation on it.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store Headcanons

author's note: yes the premise is random but it's also very cute and perfectly in line with my recent onslaught of baby fever. also, the banners in this post were created by the always amazing @actuallysaiyan!! thank you for the gorgeous banners, babe! 🩷🩷🩷

pairings: kensei muguruma x reader, byakuya kuchiki x reader, grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader, renji abarai x reader, ichigo kurosaki x reader

warnings: children ages 5 and younger and grimmjow's parenting lmao this is mostly fluff and some mischief mixed in from the babies

Kensei is definitely the tough parent of the two of you, and he relishes in that fact

But goddammit do those baby eyes make him waver

As he carries little Mila into the store, he tells her they're only there for necessities

No candy, no sugary cereals, only what you've tasked him to buy for dinner

Despite being only three and a half, however, Mila has a pretty good idea of how to get her way with Kensei

It's gotten slightly less effective since the pacifiers have been removed from her arsenal, but anything that cracks her dad's tough exterior is remarkable as is

It starts off innocently enough, though soon the way she sings her little song and bops her head around becomes rife with intent

"Daddy, can has hug?" She blinks up at him, holding her arms up

Either he's willfully choosing to fall into the trap, or Kensei is merely blind in the face of his precious girl

"Of course, baby." Kensei picks her up from the cart and kisses her wonderfully chubby cheek, leading the cart behind him as he continues through the store with Mila hooked on his hip

Mila curls up, humming as her eyes scan the shelves for something she wants

"Hold Momma's list for Daddy, okay?"

Mila's little fingers hold the list carefully, and soon Kensei is at a crossroad

"Broth. What kind of broth?" He mutters, fishing his cell phone from his pocket to call you

As usual, it turns into a bit of a squabbling match. He thinks remembering every little detail is silly, and you think you've made this dish so many times he should know you need chicken broth

Kensei is sufficiently annoyed by the time the phone call ends, and Mila strikes then

"Daddy, can has kiss?"

"Yes, baby." She gets a kiss on either cheek, and the kiss she gives his cheek right back is just about the final nail in the coffin

With Kensei holding her, she's able to reach the shelf and snag a little box of animal crackers

"Daddy, can has this?"

Played by the fucking toddler again!! That's three times this week!

"... Don't tell your brothers." Kensei sighs, hanging his head in shame

It's not all bad though; he does get another sweet kiss from his princess

Byakuya is a strict but ultimately fair father

Little Jasmine has grown up under his watchful eye, though through that she's certainly learned just how many of his limits she can press and how to get around them

Going to the grocery store is rare, and even more so if you're not present for the journey

But it's vacation time, and you're busy setting up the cabin for your family's stay, so Byakuya has been tasked with gathering enough groceries to make it through dinner and the morning's breakfast

Byakuya holds Jasmine’s hand and they walk inside together, Byakuya using a tissue to pick up one of the small hand baskets. There's no telling the last time this thing has been sanitized!

“What would you like for dinner tonight?” Byakuya asks the five year old, and Jasmine hums thoughtfully

How can she end the first day of this vacation with a delicious banana split?

Appealing to her father's tastes will increase the likelihood of success, and her father is quite fond of spicy foods…

“Can we have curry?”

The light in his eyes isn't missed by the girl, and she can practically taste an ice cream sundae with a waffle bowl already

“You're becoming more accustomed to spices, I see.” Byakuya hums and begins to survey the store's offerings, whereas Jasmine is mentally preparing her list for dessert

“Daddy?” Jasmine dials up the sweetness in her tone while Byakuya examines the various cuts of chicken on display

“Yes?” He hums

“Can we have a treat tonight?”

“What sort of treat?”

“A surprise treat. Please, Daddy?”

Byakuya pauses. He's no fan of sweets, and in general sugar is limited in the Kuchiki household

But she did say please

“Mm… I suppose.”

Byakuya doesn't meet your eyes when he and Jasmine return from the store with more ingredients for ice cream sundaes than dinner and breakfast combined

He is such a sucker, but he's happy to be played when he receives his banana split with a chocolate syrup drawing of his beloved Wakame Taishi from his darling daughter

Renji tries his best to be a strict father, but his determination wavers frequently. He wanted for many things as a child, and as a parent he doesn't wish to push that same feeling on his child as long as he's capable of providing a warm, loving home

Not to mention, that damn two year is old is just so cute it makes his heart melt at the mere sight of the toddler

“C’mon, honey, gotta get some soup for Mommy.” Renji murmurs as he carefully takes little Rin from his car seat, carrying him into the store on his hip

“Why?” is Rin’s favorite question right now, and Renji’s eye twitches a bit

“Because her tummy is upset.”

“Why?”

“... I don't know.”

“Why?”

“I don't know!”

“Why?”

Renji gently pinches his son's lips between his fingers. “Shhh… Quiet time.”

But of course, the moment he lets go, Rin is back at it again

“Why?”

“Because now Daddy has a headache.”

Rin, as gently as he can while simultaneously not managing much grace in the act, pats his father's sunglasses that sit atop his head

“All bedder?”

Renji's lip practically wobbles at the sweetness. “Yes, Daddy's all better. Thank you, sweetie.”

Rin rests his head against his father, playing with the Renji’s chain while he surveys all of the varieties of soup, Renji occasionally pulling the chain away from the baby's open mouth

Rin whines after his third attempt to eat the necklace, so Renji quickly grabs the first can of chicken noodle soup he sees and makes a dash for the checkout. No baby meltdowns in public, for the love of God

Renji gently bounces the baby, pleading softly with him to calm down. It's not working very well, however, and these damn checkout lines aren't moving at all!

Desperation wins and Renji's grabbing a lollipop before he knows it, tearing the wrapping off and popping the sucker into Rin’s teeny mouth

His plan to calm the baby works, and by the time he's actually able to check out and purchase the soup, the small pop is already gone and the tantrum is starting to blossom again

And just as Renji gets the baby strapped back into his carseat, he checks his phone to see a text you sent twenty minutes ago that practically sends his eyes popping out of his skull

Can you pick up a pregnancy test too?

He glances over at the toddler, and can practically see the boy as a big brother already

Even with a fussy baby in round two of the long lines, Renji's smile doesn't waver and he just kisses and coos at the hopefully soon-to-be big brother

Grimmjow is an interesting parent. Much like how every day with a four year old is a mystery, every day with Grimmjow is a deep dive into the unknown

So when sending the man and his mini-me to the grocery store, you're not quite sure what they're going to come home with. Hopefully it at least includes the items on the list, otherwise dinner is going to be very different from what you've planned

“Oi, keep up!” Grimm looks over his shoulder, the four year old having been distracted by a vending machine

“Want snack.”

“Too bad. Let's go.”

The toddler’s stare is a little too lead paint-y for Grimmjow's liking

“Zen.” Grimmjow looks on, unimpressed as he fishes a coin from his pocket. “Fine, brat. You win, you get a snack. I win, I get a snack.”

That gets the boy to smile, clapping his hands as he jumps in excitement

Grimmjow smirks. “Heads I win, tails you lose.”

The coin is flipped off of Grimmjow's thumb and he catches it easily, Zen waiting with bated breath for the results. Does Daddy win or does he lose??

Grimm sucks his teeth, shaking his head and tucking the quarter back into his pocket. “Heads I win. Tough luck, kid. Maybe next time.”

Zen pouts, watching his father slip a dollar into the vending machine and press the buttons for a honey bun. “Aw man…”

“C’mon.” Grimmjow opens up the snack, taking a big bite and grabbing the front of Zen’s coat, carrying him inside of the store like a handbag

The boy can't help but giggle as he looks up at his father; he loves air jail!

“You're in jail. Stop laughing, fuckin’ psycho.” Grimm shakes his son a bit, hiding his own laughter into the next bite of his honey bun. He's a hardass, but that baby's laugh is precious and melts him like ice cream on a sunny day

Heads turn at the way Grimmjow carries Zen, but Grimm is highly unbothered by such judgment. His kid is happy and healthy, and anyone that thinks otherwise can kiss his ass, for all he cares

“You got the list?” Grimm looks down at Zen, the boy fishing out the neatly-folded post-it note you lovingly tucked into his jacket pocket

Grimmjow perks a brow as he reads off the ingredients you've listed. “Say, kid—” he looks down at his son. “Whaddya say we ditch the list and get some pizza instead?”

Zen claps happily at the idea and Grimm grins menacingly, crushing up the grocery list and tossing it on the floor as he hoists his boy over his shoulder, stuffing the last bite of the honey bun in his baby's mouth whilst flipping off a scandalized woman at the checkouts

Growing up with two younger sisters was good for something after all, Ichigo thinks as he wrangles his twin girls through the parking lot with relative ease

The three year olds are stubborn and independent, having insisted they walk instead of having daddy carry them! But they still want to hold his hands, of course

why no he is not melting like a lava cake, why do you ask?

The girls gasp at the sight of a shopping cart with a racecar on the end that's the perfect size for two little ones!

“We don't even need a cart.” Ichigo deadpans, though it's in one ear and out the other as the babies pile into the little racecar, turning the steering wheels and beeping the (thankfully noiseless) horns

He feels like an idiot but as the dutiful father he is, Ichigo complies with his girls’ wishes and pushes the cart into the store

Chubby fingers point as little voices call out for candies and trinkets, and Ichigo's quick with each of his responses

“No.”

“I said no.”

“No ma'am!”

He's definitely cleaning their ears out when they get home, because clearly they can't hear him! Why else would they ask for things a million times over, hm?

“Daddy always say no.” Indigo pouts, her sister nodding in agreement. All they want is some candy!! Why is Daddy so mean?

Ichigo sighs in frustration as the aisle he needs to go down is absolutely packed, and he's stuck with this behemoth of a shopping cart. Settling it at the end of the aisle, he kneels down to make eye contact with the girls

“Stay put; I’ll be right back.”

Ichigo quickly rushes down the aisle, weaving between people to get to the pasta section

Now… If only he could remember what shape of pasta you told him to buy

Indigo and Imani look at each other, covering their mouths to hide their mischievous giggles

Those Push Pops they were eyeing are still nearby, and Daddy isn't!

As the tag team they are, Indigo and Imani spring into action, Indigo rushing to get the candy while Imani (who turns up the cuteness to a ten!) rushes down the aisle to her father

Ichigo frowns and picks up Imani, scolding her for leaving the cart

It isn't exactly effective, however, as the baby eyes and the cooing let her off the hook easily

When they get back to the cart after Ichigo remembers which pasta you've requested, he sets Imani back into the racecar

Indigo slips a blue Push Pop into her twin's hand, the two of them sharing a conspiratorial smile

They almost get away with it too, though when Ichigo's strapping them into their car seats he notices the lollipops

“Stop stealing!!!!”

These girls will surely be the reason he takes medication for his blood pressure, and he dreads the day when they become teenagers!

[jedi-luca]

Squable Up Incorrect Avengers

Avengers fighting off Hydra soldiers

Cap: Is- Is Y/N dancing?

The Avengers stop fighting to watch you dance and fight off hydra soldiers.

Tony retracting his helmet: It’s called crip walking but yeah I guess you can say that.

Natasha: I didn’t think they would use Rockets Christmas gift. 

Thor bobbing his head along: I quite like this Midgard music. What is this called? Rock? Pop?

Natasha watches you in amusement unsure if she finds this cute or annoying. 

Sam landing besides Thor: It’s called Rap.

You turn towards the group.

Y/N: If he hatin', disrespect, you better follow up with hands. Losses to the neck, but now I'm trophied up, I'm sayin', like-

You turn around knocking out the opps Kung Fu styles.

Y/N: Bing-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-bam

You turn around towards the group after knocking them out.

Clint: Ohhhhhh! That’s where that’s from! I thought it was just a TikTok trend.

Tony: You’re on TikTok? 

Clint: Tony I have 2 teenagers.

Y/N: The type of shit I'm on, you wouldn't understand. The type of skits I'm on, you wouldn't understand. 

Natasha: Detka, we’re done you got them can we go now?

Y/N wagging your finger as you dance around her: Big dog business, I would not hold your hand. Broke bitch business, I could not be your man. Never got his ass whooped until we open up that can. Damn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam.

Hulk: I prefer Chappell Roan.

The Avengers look over at the Jolly Green Giant.

Hulk: What? I can be a pop girly.

*Bonus*

Suddenly more soldiers busted through the doors.

Tony sighed: This was supposed to be an in and out situation.

Y/N grins hearing the next song: Ayyyyyyy!

The Hydra soldiers stop looking at you in confusion.

Y/N: Reincarnated, I was stargazin'. Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)! Woke up lookin' for the broccoli. High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi. IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me. Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet.

Hydra Soldier: Vat, vat is this?

Nat looks over at Thor who is currently trying to copy your moves.

Sam cringing: Thor I love you man but that is not it. 

Y/N: I feel good, get the fuck out my face. Look good, but she don't got no taste. I walk in, walked out with the safe. Mando, let me know what the play.

Tony: Y/N, stop playing with your food.

Y/N: Squabble up, squabble up, Squabble up, squabble up, Squabble up (mh-mh), squabble up (mh-mh), Squabble up (mh-mh), squabble up.

Cap: You know what this is actually really good. I mean look at them, they took them all down on their own! I might just thank Rocket.

Thor: I would not do that Cap, he shall never let you live it down.

Bucky: I need to find that little raccoon he keeps stealing my arms! 

Y/N: Hol' up!

Sam: hol’ up

Y/N: Where you from? 

Sam: Where you from?

Nat lifting up the boom box: Okay Detka let’s do this on the way to the jet.

Y/N: Bye, bitch! 

Sam: bye, bitch! 

Y/N: I'm finna go dumb!

Sam: Finna go dumb!

Y/N: Sideways!

Sam: Sideways! 

Bucky: I will buy you both iced coffee if you please stop.

*Bonus #2*

Sam turning towards you and stopping you from getting too excited: Not yet we can get more.

You nodded towards Sam and turned towards Bucky: No.

Bucky sighed: Fine one iced coffee and one item of your choosing at the lego store.

You turn towards Sam about to burst. Sam nods and you quickly turn around towards Bucky: We accept.

Bucky sighed in relief as you let Natasha turn off the boombox.

Y/N sits between Natasha and Sam: I’m getting Barad Dûr.

Sam cackling: I’m getting Jabba’s Sail Barge

You both laugh maniacally. 

Natasha kissing your cheek: You two are such dorks!

Bonus bonus bonussss

Bucky grumbling holding everyone’s iced coffees.

Steve: Oh come on it’s not that bad!

Bucky: Steve they’re hundreds of dollars. I thought Lego was like 7 bucks.

Y/N carrying two sets: Okay I’m ready! 

Bucky trying to hold in his anger: Y/N, I said one thing.

Y/N: Awww, babe?

Natasha looking up from the build a lego: Barad Dûr.

You toss the other one behind you only for Natasha to catch it.

Bucky: Nat, are you serious? 

Natasha shrugging: They’ve been really good. Plus they’re so cute when they make their surprise face it’s like 😱🫨😵‍💫😍

[risewriter]

ROTTMNT: Animal Crossing

Mikey: *Watering plants* You get some water, and you get some water, and yooou.~ *Gets interrupted by squabbling*

Donnie: Leo, stop hitting me with the axe! *Holds up his phone* I'm trying to take pictures.

Leo: *Holding the axe up, ready to bop Donnie again* No can do, hermano! I'm just too axe-cited to see you!

Donnie: *Takes out his own axe* That's it, I'm axe-ing you too!

Mikey: *Sighs* Raph, can you do something?

Raph: Hmmph? *He distractedly chews on a pie pastry*

D&L: *Runs over the flowers, making them poof*

Mikey: ....

Donnie: Uh.

Leo: Whoops?

Mikey: *takes out his own axe, expression dark*

[wing-ed-thing]

Liability (Eustass Kid x Hover-Hover!Reader)

Synopsis: With their sights on taking down the Kid Pirates, a small-time band of pirates plan to use Kid's temporary handicap after hearing a piece of intel.

Word Count: 1k

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, One Piece Physics, Comedy, Slice of Life

Notes: I've had this little scene bopping around by head for quite a bit now

It appeared that all the rumors were true. Eustass Kid seemed to be impeded from using his devil fruit capabilities indefinitely in battle, and for what?

You floated over his shoulder, wavering almost awkwardly in the air as you bickered with your captain. Your fist rested on your hip, and your other hand gestured rudely in Kid’s face. You paid no mind to the odd, slightly diagonal angle at which you were hovering. At the distance the pirates watched you, they couldn’t make out a word you gruffed, not that it mattered. 

Your onlookers were oblivious to your petty squabble, their attention captivated by an unfolding revelation. The rumors were true. You had indeed recently consumed the Hover-Hover fruit, and like many new devil fruit holders, your control over these unfamiliar powers was shakey at best. You didn’t even bother to hide the magnetic bar strapped to your clothes, a crude attempt to anchor yourself. 

The pirates heard that Kid had been using his abilities to prevent his crewmate from floating into infinity, but the claim had been so ridiculous they hadn’t thought it was true. The solution, after all, was, well, stupid. Surely, a pirate with a bounty like Kid’s couldn’t afford to let his guard down in a way as drastic as permanently occupying his power. 

It had been an oversight made out of an uncharacteristic gesture of care for his crewmate, and now Kid would pay dearly for his sorry attempt at problem-solving. The small-time pirates took their opportunity.

They emerged from their hiding places, taking up their arms to surround the two of you. The town square immediately exploded into a panic at the sight of swords and guns, but even amongst the chaos, you and Kid remained calm and still, if not acutely annoyed. Kid’s face showed it more than yours did, the corners of his mouth dipping into a severe scowl. 

You struggled to contort your body to see behind you, to no avail. Your magnet sat perfectly pointed toward Kid. It felt as though he was anchoring you himself. His magnetic pull held a familiar aura, and every subtle push and pull was a reminder of his presence—not that that loudmouth needed to remind you he was there.

“About time you showed yourselves,” Kid scoffed. He glanced around at the empty square. Civilians and merchants alike had vacated the area completely, leaving behind abandoned stalls and baskets of groceries. All that was left were you and Kid in the middle of the surrounding pirates. He glanced up at you with a dismayed gesture of his hand. “I told you we shoulda taken ‘em out while we had the chance!”

“You just love any excuse to make a scene.” Your nose scrunched up in disgust as you gripped tightly onto the handles of the bags in your hands. You stared down at Kid, not liking the look that was beginning to develop on his face. You shook your groceries in annoyance. “We had one job—”

“And we’ve done that.” Kid’s deep frown was starting to form into a wide grin. He pressed a fist into his opposite palm, his head tilting to the side as his hand and neck bones cracked in unison. “But what’s crackin’ together a few skulls on our way back?” Kid glanced back up at you, smile faltering. “Put those on the ground or something.” 

“Maybe you want to eat dinner off the ground, but I sure as hell don’t.”

“Give them to me then.”

“Like hell!” 

The surrounding pirates exchanged looks, their original vigor fading as your argument carried on. They assumed that you and Kid would be caught off guard, intimidated by the fact that you were cornered with inhibited devil fruit abilities. With you not having any control over your floating powers and Kid’s ability constantly in use to keep you close to the ground, you should have begun to sweat at least a bit. 

Instead, in the singular moment that the pirates took their attention off of you, Kid had taken ahold of your shopping. He held his opposite arm out in a broad and curved angle. You planted your boots in the center of his palm; your entire body scrunched in on itself with your knees to your chest. You floated almost horizontally.

The metal flew straight for you, completely drawfing your form in a mass of blades and mechanical parts.

That singular word, the one the pirates didn’t think they would hear, made them retreat on the spot. Their swords and guns sailed through the air toward you, and the pirates let them go willingly, knowing that the battle would be hopeless. The handicap they’d perceived was the one thing that gave them confidence that they could take Kid down once and for all. That thought was long gone, especially if Kid was willing to sacrifice his crewmate just to disarm them. 

“Repel!” 

The captain of the band of pirates was struck with a mass of metal and run clean through, and only when he fell did the others recognize that the mass was not simply a random assortment of weaponry but a reforged suit of armor. It was crude but far more than a simple pile of blades and bullets. It covered you from head to toe as your feet returned to Kid’s palm. 

“Running away already?” Kid cackled, gearing up to throw you again. Your captain met your eye, brows falling harshly over his lidded eyes. “You shouldn’t have talked me out of it. Now look at what happened. I want no survivors.” 

You nodded, tightening your grip around the hilt of the knife in your hands. 

“Yes, captain.”

“Repel!”

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I just really liked the idea of Kid fucking launching you

[mochakissedgold]

Squabble Up using the Epsresso beat shouldn't sound so good nor slap as hard as a bop but it does

[acapelladitty]

Hi thoughts on GNX?

Oh, I fucking LOVE that album! It's still my most played album of the moment and I really devoured it when it was first released.

Standout bops for me are:

squabble up (been excited for this since the Not Like Us video and it did not disappoint in the slightest)

luther (SZA is fantastic across the album but the harmonies on this are so lovely and sweet to listen to)

man at the garden (BITCH I DO DESERVE IT ALL! This is my new affirmation song to play in the car)

hey now (took a minute for this to settle for me but the beat has me vibing hard)

reincarnated (lyrically and conceptually this song is absolutely incredible)

tv off (MUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAARD 📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢)

peekaboo ("hey hey hey hey hey hey hey that's my bitch" has become a vocal tic for me at the moment lol)

Which is literally over HALF the album so make of that what ye will. If there is a sneaky deluxe version of the album waiting to be released then I will also be devouring that.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

🎶✨ when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) 🎶✨

ok!!

1. Squabble Up — Kendrick. especially cus there was that one lewis edit to it that is so good

2. The entirety of Brat — Charli XCX. Everything is Romantic has recently grown a lot on me

3. Groove District — Starjunk 95. as ppl might know i like playing music that makes me feel like im grinding thru a video game instead of capitalist markettasks

4. New Woman - Lisa ft Rosalia. one director for the future of pop, and the future is bright

5. 2 Hands — Tate McRae. the racing marketing worked on me… plus it’s a bop

[cthonicascendant]

HAPPY WRIGGLING DAY!!!! A couple song recs, from stuff we've been listening to recently:

Squabble Up - Kendrick Lamar (VERY brain scratchy for us, we lov his music)

Edin - Smashing Pumpkins (really good guitar!!)

Mad IQ - IDKHow (just overall really fun and colourful [we have synesthesia lol] to us! Lov how the singer enunciates some lyrics in this one)

Hope today treats you well!! :D -Amour

fuck yeah kdot i completely forgot he had a nevv album out that vva5 5o fuckin good im goin to haVe to li5ten to the re5t of it later vvhen im not fini5hin up 5pecific rec5

ok i admit i vva5 expectin a pretty good guitar line becau5e 5ma5hing pumpkin5 an al5o you 5aid but i vva5 NOT expectin to be blovvn avvay like

like damn that vva5 5ome good guitar

not 5ure vvhat to 5ay about mad iqs other than it vva5 a bop an crovv in5i5ted on addin it to one of our playli5t5 (i do not haVe 5yne5the5ia lol)

thank5 for the rec5 :>

[bulletbilltime]

Inspired by a tag game that @whimsicalcotton did on their page, I'm gonna write down the first 10 songs that come up when I shuffle my "current music rotation" playlist! And ramble about them bc I will never miss an opportunity to ramble.

Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart: This one was a bit of a sleeper for me but the melodrama of this song clicked for me late last year. The themes of imagining a whirlwind romance only to be brought back down to reality and the despair of loneliness recall songs like Taylor Swift's gold rush, Wicked's I'm Not That Girl, and Heart's Alone, which were big hits for me. Plus, it just sounds big and anthemic, and that stuff always clicks well with me!

MIKE - 222: Chill hip hop song with good vibes. Very typical fare from the rapper; not quite my favourite off that album but enjoyable nonetheless! More people should listen to MIKE's music IMO.

Kodaline - The One: A song I first got very into nearly 10 years ago to the day. It's become my go-to song to represent walking around on sunny days in the city or in the winter... or both. It's also a cute love song in general!

Some Are Lonely - This Is What Remains: God it's been like 3 months since I read that one Amberpricefield fic with the depressing ending, and this song is STILL rocking around. The lyrics are pretty malleable in feel to me; they can sometimes feel like reassurance that things will eventually be right even if they suck, just as much as they can be a depressing reminder that things suck and this is the hand you're dealt with and you gotta make due with it. I guess that's what makes it such an enduring hit song on my rotation, especially since I've been going through a fairly tumultuous time in my life.

Flying Lotus ft. Kendrick Lamar - Never Catch Me: A more niche Kendrick track, but it slaps all the same. I should listen to more songs from Flying Lotus tbh.

MujjO - A Song For Trees: This is one of the lo-fi tracks that can be heard in Spirit City Lofi Sessions. It's one of the tracks I really vibe with in the newest? playlist they added! That being said, I don't really seek it out much on my own. btw check out Spirit City Lofi Sessions if you enjoy lo-fi vibes and need something to motivate you to get things done!

Grape_Soda - Lullaby Of A Phoenix: Someone actually made the song that Sayori sings to Monika in the penultimate chapter of For The Longest Time and it's so cute... The singer does a good job capturing what her singing voice might sound like, and it captures the intimate, soothing and reassuring vibe the song is going for perfectly. It's back on my rotation bc I've been re-reading FTLT, along with another song that spawned from it. Good song to think about the blorbos to! Wish it was on Spotify like that other song, but that's alright.

Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence: This song is a massive throwback to my first time going downtown for work in the subways some 10 years ago. The way this chorus sounds recalls the sight of tunnel lights zooming past so nicely. Plus it's a bop idk!

Living In A Box - Living In A Box: It's a bop & I like singing "Imma livin in a box" to the chorus, even if the actual line is *Am I* living in a box. Words are fake anyway so who cares /j

Kendrick Lamar ft. SZA - luther: It's not really my fave on GNX (of the big 3 singles, I've warmed up to squabble up way more, and tv off may be getting there soon as well), but it's sweet enough! The sample is good, SZA is good, it's a good song. On the note of SZA, I really hope she clicks with me someday bc I feel like she never fully hits higher than a 7.5/10 on most of her own songs. She's a solid vocalist and I see why she's been a darling in the music circles I'm in, but her actual music hasn't clicked for me yet outside of Good Days. I need to give her an actual chance sometime... She's overdue to break through into my music taste.

This was a lot of fun actually! I might do that again sometime.

[ridiasfangirlings]

icl first whole year after watching s2 i thought sukuna was a girl.. even his voice sounded like a girl to me? i dont know what i was on but anyway what abt him and yata arguing "no youre a girl" "no you have a girl name"

If we’re talking the Japanese version Sukuna is voiced by a girl (Kugimiya Rie, who voices both boys and girls — she was Alphonse in FMA). This definitely makes me imagine him and Yata squabbling about it though. Like post-ROK Sukuna occasionally shows up at the bar accompanied by Anna and Yata has to at least pretend to be nice to him since Anna said he’s her friend now. If Anna’s not there though he doesn’t have to hold his tongue, imagine Fushimi coming to the bar to meet Yata and instead he finds Yata and Sukuna arguing with each other. Sukuna scoffs that isn’t Yata the one with a girl’s name and Yata’s like oh yeah well at least my voice doesn’t sound like a girl’s. Sukuna’s all a short guy with a girly name shouldn’t talk like that, Yata says he doesn’t need a kid to call him short and anyway those are big words from a girl. Sukuna’s like if I was a girl wouldn’t you be scared of me (jungle did do their research after all, Yata’s profile has a cherry), Yata says I’m not scared of little girls like you. Before either one can continue the argument Anna comes downstairs and says Sukuna’s name while Fushimi bops Yata in the head all don’t argue with kids stupid Misaki (Yata grumbles ‘you’re one to talk’ but Anna’s looking so everyone grudgingly decides to act like grown ups now).

[silvertonqued]

♡     ◞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀serkan cayoglu.   thirty-seven.   cis man.   he/him.⠀ —    hold your f*** horses !   emre kilic   has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the label’s resident   senior pr manager   and have been working with the label for   eight years.    they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at   @emrekilic.  the office knows them for being   austere   but i swear they’ve got a   altruistic   side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with   magnets pinning children’s drawings and to do lists to the fridge door, muted sounds of typing long after works hours have ended, always cleaning up other people’s messes.   their coworkers even voted them most likely to   leave your text messages on read.   we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.

♡     ◞        statistics.

full  name:  emre kilic. nickname:  doesn’t respond (well) to any nicknames. date  of  birth:  january 6th, 1986 (37 yrs). zodiac  sign:  capricorn. place  of  birth:  manchester, united kingdom. current  location:  new york city, new york. gender:  cis man, uses he / him pronouns. sexuality:  bisexual. languages:  english (native), turkish (native).

♡     ◞        bits and bops.

character  tropes:  the tenacious, the workaholic, the catalyst, the savant. traits:  austere, meticulous, altruistic, conscientious, grumpy, dependable, nurturing, overcritical, reticent, ambitious, family-oriented, finicky. habits:  rubbing at his chin when deep in thought, believing he always knows what’s best, only drinking his morning coffee out of the  best dad  mug he got from his daughter on father’s day, always dressing a bit too nice for the occasion, leaving the office last, overly organizing his work with post it notes and folders, keeping his email inbox at zero unread emails at the end of every work day, going for a sunday morning runs with his dog. likes:  spending time with his daughter, the smell of fresh laundry, honesty, the feeling of success, nicely organized desk spaces, the taste of a strong espresso in the morning, football, well-fitted suits, comfortable silences, family, long hikes before sunrise, rock climbing and bouldering, whiskey on the rocks, cuddles on the couch, routine, seventies music played on vinyl, reading the newspaper, nature documentaries, meal prepping, private displays of affection. dislikes:  small confined spaces, public transport in the city, social media, cluttered spaces, fickle people, surprises, people who lie by omission, his ex, horror movies, crinkled buttoned shirts, cereal as breakfast, bubblegum, being late or others being late, elevators, losing control of a situation, patterned socks. notable  skills:  exceptional memory, reading people, repairing things around the house, ambidexterity.

♡     ◞        background.

born and raised in manchester, england. emre is the eldest child of the family  &  only man of the bunch, growing up with three younger sisters respectively named gamze, bahar and beyza. one can only imagine how that must’ve been   —    surrounded by bustling sounds of three squabbling sisters, who seemed to go from loving to hating each other as well as emre in the span of mere minutes sometimes. but if their parents taught them one thing, it would have been the importance of family. of sticking by the people you love unconditionally, supporting them through each of their ventures, and forgiving and forgetting the minor disputes. as you would presume, growing up with three sisters brought out a particularly overbearing side of emre   —   he has always been endlessly protective of all three of them, maybe a little too protective for their own good sometimes. he was looking out for them even when they didn’t particularly need it. but equally being the first person to stand in their corner, to solve the problems they couldn’t oversee themselves, to make sure no harm would come to them. even when it came to deceiving their own parents if one of them managed to ruin the living room carpet by spilling their drink or failing an important exam in school. admittedly, he has a specific soft spot for his youngest sister who really can’t do any wrong in his eyes. growing up, he naturally grew into the big brother role within every aspect of his life. independent but dependable, never needing anything but always being there if someone else needed something. like working his first part time jobs  &  buying his sisters back to school supplies or a new outfit for their first day back to school out of pocket. but it equally translated to every single other part of his life. he was easily the most natural candidate for captain of his local football team, often finding himself naturally taking on too much responsibility for the wellbeing of friends, family and even strangers alike. and god knows how many times he got roped into other people’s bad ideas, much to his own dismay, all of them knowing if there was one person who knew the right excuse to get them out of the ensuing mess, it would have been emre. perhaps partially thanks to easily trusted big brown eyes as well. knowing how to clean up other people’s messes so particularly well, it is no surprise how he ended up choosing to pursue a joint degree in marketing  &  communications and found himself gravitating towards the field of public relations. upon graduating college, he bagged himself a job working in marketing for the manchester department of the bbc where he climbed the corporate ladder for six years   —   until he grew tired of it. desperately needing a change of pace, it seemed as if a job offer from revolution records appeared at exactly the right time. it was a referral from an old classmate that led the record label to him specifically, in dire need of a public relations agent able to start within the coming month. the only thing holding him back was the idea of moving across the atlantic. after all, family was the most important thing  &  the idea of leaving behind three younger sisters, on the brink of adulthood and seemingly unable to take care of themselves in the eyes of their older brother, was a concerning thought. but with some convincing, he did end up taking the offer, packing his bags and moving to new york city within the span of a month. new york city was not just the change of pace he was looking for, but an entire overhaul to his life. having never truly been alone in a place so unfamiliar to him, life in the city  &  working at revolution needed time to start feeling natural. what perhaps contributed to this idea of an overhaul of life, was the blossoming relationship between him and a coworker not long after his move, eventually leading to an unexpected pregnancy  &  the birth of his now five year old daughter ayla. becoming a father had not been in the cards for the foreseeable future, but he would no longer change a single thing about the course of events. to say he dotes on her even more than he did his younger sisters is an understatement. complicating the experience is the rocky relationship with the mother of his child, as the end of the relationship left the dynamic between them rather sour. the two are coparenting and attempt to stay civil for the sake of their daughter, but it is questionable whether they can put aside their own selfish feelings forever.

♡     ◞        personality.

has a bit of a reputation for being grumpy   —   and fairly so, if we are honest with ourselves. not the biggest ray of sunshine, seemingly has a permanent frown plastered onto his face  &  is more than a little uptight. he always means well but deals with the stupidity of way too many people on a daily basis. huge problem solver, and is very meticulous in the way he approaches things in life. pays excessive attention to detail, always plans ahead, and rarely gets surprised. admittedly, this applies not only to his job but equally to every other problem that presents itself to him, from existential crises to a broken dishwasher. there is probably way too many to do lists pinned to his fridge door, probably has one of those planners for to do lists and grocery store shopping lists and whatnot in the house. holds himself to very high standards in life, but equally lets that impact the standards he often enforces on others. he’s often critical of himself but also the work others do, how they present himself, or how they treat him. one of the standards and values he holds very dear is openness and honesty   —   he always vouches to be as forthright as he is allowed to be, and dishonesty or not telling the full story will really impact how he feels about you and the respect he has for you. after all, he’s willing to stick his foot out for anyone and he feels the bare minimum he deserves in return is honesty. this is also a big policy he applies at work, doesn’t appreciate artists holding back when he is trying to put out their fires  &  that particular situation has often been the cause of friction, and earning him a reputation of being particularly stern and rigid. but no one can deny he does his job well. slightly surprisingly to those that do not know him well, he is really nurturing  &  often finds himself wanting to care for those around him. anyone that reminds him of his younger sisters has him returning straight to the overbearing older brother figure. he is also quite affectionate especially with his daughter, but also with close friends and other family. often puts his own needs aside for others he cares about, and does so willingly and without second thought. most important of all, has a dog   —   she’s a now two year old rottweiler going by the name  bean  and she’s the most adorable thing. basically his best friend, keeps him company on the quiet nights when his daughter is with her mother  &  his go to partner for morning runs every single sunday. and he will bring her around the office quite regularly, so if anyone wants to hang out with her they’re always more than welcome. her love and friendship can be bought with treats  &  basically any and all kinds of food.

♡     ◞        plots.  

i would put ideas here but my head is empty it is 2:30 in the morning so we’ll just brainstorm and plot and i will put any thoughts into our dms  <3