#stfu genie

[moyazaika]

tutoring jobs pay rlly nicely but on the other hand repeating the difference between your and you're to a little kid for a whole hour only to be hit with the 9823928392th "What" makes me want to kill myself

[aceleeticklish]

first: to find a loving ler that respects me and my boundaries. (Kai so boring… shush) second: to have a cute laugh cause i sound like a donkey 😜 third: to be able to experience my t word dreams…. All i’m gonna say.

If a genie could grant you three wishes but they had to be related to tickling, what would you wish for?

Feel free to answer in reblogs, tags, or comments :)

[hanbindans]

zerobaseone as IB students (headcanons)

some fun headcanons for my fellow students. please take these with a grain of salt, obviously I don't know them personally and these are just meant to be fun :) word count: 1.1 k (ca 140 for each) a/n: this is for a very niche target audience but it makes sense in MY head. also I have exams in less than 2 weeks so this is kind of representative of where my mind is at rn. and PSA if you're also an IB student please don't actually skip TOK <3

jiwoong

what's that?? "he's a 24 year old man, it's been years since he completed high school??" sorry I can't hear you too well I'll just go ahead and write this headcanon anyway <3

he's such a drama kid and he would take it even in IB, so theatre and korean lit would be his HLs

I feel like he would take bio and psych sl purely out of curiosity and then immediately regret it when he realizes how much content there is (but would be really good at psych)

aa sl!!! no particular reason tbh I just think he's kind of smart

doesn't understand tok. like...... at ALL. is saved by the fact that his psychology EE is pretty good because he pretty much flunks tok miserably

CAS defender because "guys it builds character I think it's great that we all do volunteer work :))" bless his heart

hanbin

7 subjects :)

is good at tok probably

genuinely puts SO much time and effort into his cas and regrets it in the end but it looks cool on his resumé

psychology and korean lit HL, probably takes VA too but maybe as sl. he gives such lit vibes I feel like he would totally be a literature kid

chinese ab!!!! and maybe ESS because he can and doesn't like science <3

AI SL just because he's so social science but he gets 6s and 7s because it's too easy for him <3

basically he's all the social science subjects but because they're FUN not because they're easy :)

shares notes and study resources in the class group chat because he's cool like that

zhang hao

science kid

HL math AA, geography, and maybe chem or bio. maybe takes physics SL too.

definitely chinese lang/lit and korean ab (he could definitely do korean B but he can't be bothered)

you won't catch him anywhere without a comically large energy drink

completely numbed on the inside but also puts more effort in than everyone else and gets straight 7's

skips tok though because he can't be asked

does his EE on a very niche obsession of his and it gets a really good grade but he puts way too much effort into it

everyone wants to learn his ways but he doesn't do study groups because he gets too annoyed lmao. WILL tell juniors chatting in the library to stfu

he will complain about anything and everything any chance he gets but also catch him getting that 45 at the end of the day.

taerae

also science kid but a lot less intense

HL bio, chem, music, SL AA, korean lang/lit and japanese ab

he would complain SO MUCH about group 2 btw he's one of those science kids who really doesn't want to do 2 languages lol

really only cares about music to be honest but does the sciencey subjects because he thinks they're cool and gets pretty good grades

the type to do a hyper specific science IA and spend way too much time on it just for shits and giggles because he likes pouring things into beakers and swirling them

unintentionally does the most for his CAS, like "oh a service??? yeah I've been tutoring guitar for like 6 months does that count" and genuinely fails to see how other people struggle with it

also excells at tok, like genuinely writes an amazing philosophical TOK essay and gets full marks

ironically cares so little about IB but somehow does so well because he genuinely likes his subjects (and has an iq of like 150)

matthew

7 subjects :)

wants to do more languages than he's allowed because he's just built like that, he likes flexing his multilingualism

HL english lang/lit, french B, history. SL AA, bio, chem, psych

is annoyingly good at all his subjects like HOW are you doing all that and remembering everything?? secretly kind of a genius

does the mostest for his IAs for absolutely no reason other than he's just interested in his subjects and wants to do fun projects :)

also genuinely likes CAS for the same reason (play sports feed stray cats, what's not to like?)

super ambitious classmate who is somehow the only one still sane and always happy

encourages everyone before tests and exams like "come on guys we can do it!! :)"

ricky

this is more likely than you think like do you know how many rich international kids do IB??? in an alternate reality he's M23

visual art HL <33

probably business management HL too, but I could see him doing psych as well!! I think he'd enjoy the human relationships option

chinese lang/lit and english B because why do a bilingual diploma and struggle when you could just breeze through english B?????

AI and ESS sl because he cba, he just wants to pass fr.

to be honest he only really cares about visual art (does his EE in it and regrets it every day) and his social science a liiittle bit, other than that he's just doing exactly as much as he needs to pass

super chill classmate though like all IB kids need a Ricky in their class to humble our god complexes

gyubin

IB but because he's an exchange student :') like he didn't even know what IB was when he started it

cramming the night before tests because he can't be asked to dedicate his whole life to studying

actually the nicest classmate though

eng b HL and breezes through it

ESS and AI sl together with ricky (they sit in the back of the class and snack together <3)

also like business management/psychology or something equivalent but he's REALLY good at it and gets easy 7's?? like he will be that 1 kid who has that 1 subject that he's an absolute god at

cries every tok lesson but it's alright

favourite part is ironically CAS because he has an excuse to volunteer at dog shelters and play basketball with his friends :)

gunwook

peak IB child I bet he would take this programme for real

4 hls (economics, psychology, korean lang lit, chemistry)

I have no justification for these subjects btw I just spat out 4 that I think he would take. he definitely would do 4 HLs though because that's how he rolls

ALSO takes cas very seriously for absolutely no reason

also takes tok SUPER seriously- he will lead class discussions and get into heated debates about stupid shit like if newspeak would work in real life

AA sl and japanese ab because that's just his vibes

kind of overworked but is always helpful and shares notes with his classmates :)

does his EE in economics and ends up getting way too invested in it and becomes obsessed with economic development policies or something niche like that (nerd but affectionately <3)

very stressed and overworked but he WILL get those grades at the end of the day <33

[ronearoundblindly]

Hello darling! No pressure (I fukin tried to write this anon and YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN), but I keep thinking about a workaholic reader who needs cared for! It’s the beginning of a new year but she’s already worn out from last year.

You write such a real Steve, can he be stern about it? Tough, rewarding love? And you can request (that I stfu) anything from me, I wish you the whole world 💚💚💚💚

Drag me kicking and screaming :P

Dear bestie,

You bish. Fine. I see what you did there. Be warned, I'mma tap you back for this. Oh, it'll happen...

Not Today

Warnings for...Steve is a bit of a hypocrite? and that might be it? Oh, and Steve uses completely canonical profanity. It's literally the exact same line. You're welcome. WC 3.1k

The tech support department is a team. There are about a dozen people who are tasked with directly answering any Avenger's call at any time, day or night or holiday. You know your own team but not socially since you all rotate and shift hours. It's a fairly lonely job, and that's fine.

The world's superheroes don't know your names, can't distinguish your voices, and don't really care which of you picks up as long as they get the information they need. Steve Rogers is guilty of this, too. It's not on purpose, but he still struggles to remember more than just a 2-D connection can come from technology. Old habits are hard to break.

Then came Thanksgiving, and Steve took several for the team by coordinating casual progress on a few upcoming missions while the rest of the Avengers scattered to celebrate with family. He still saw people; he still enjoyed the festivities. He just also worked.

That's when Steve noticed.

He called your department at 1900h after the big dinner because a document scan was cut off oddly and he needed to see the original. You answered. 

He called again after the house was quiet and everyone slept. At 2300h, you answered. 

With barely-bridled irritation, Steve called instead of a morning run because he needed clarification on a recon analysis. You answered at the ripe 0500h, but he was too distracted to notice it was the same voice until that afternoon.

When it occurred to him that the same person answered four calls in a row, Steve asks for your name, but you politely remind him you aren’t supposed to say it over the line.

“Plus, it’s not important, Captain Rogers. Answering your questions is.”

He doesn’t like that one bit.

After the holiday though, it’s you picking up less often. The others are back in rotation more, and perhaps it was just a fluke, he thinks. If you can’t say your name, you certainly can’t tell him that you filled in for coworkers hoping to spend just a few extra hours with their families.

Your team works out of one central computer lab which Steve knows, but since it’s all by phone and online, remote shifts are common. Steve wouldn’t have time to stalk around the facility anyway.

He lets it go.

On his way out to the landing pad one night, Sam Wilson joins him in the elevator, suited up, ready, and on the phone.

“Thanks, Genie, I’ll call if there’s anything else,” Sam says before hanging up and nodding at Steve. “Ready?”

“Always,” he grunts back. “Who’s Jeannie?”

“One of the techs.”

“She told you her name?” Steve looks stunned. One of your coworkers doesn’t seem to follow the rules.

“Didn’t. She’s just particularly magical…and effectively trapped in a bottle since she’s always on the phone, I guess.”

Oh—Steve gets it now—Genie is like a nickname. That doesn’t explain why it is still you (because he just knows it’s you) answering calls so frequently.

“Are they short-staffed or something? People out on leave?”

Sam shrugs. “I don’t know, Cap. She just tells me what I need to know.”

They head off on their mission.

Steve Rogers doesn’t have much of a social life. Ok, fine, he doesn’t have any social life, but he’s a curious sort of man. It bugs him to not understand what’s going on around him, and in theory, this isn’t a huge mystery. He pulls up the time logs for the on-call analysis team and glances over it.

Whether he expected a simple coincidence or a mostly-female staff now that could sound similar, Steve’s not sure, but what he finds infuriates him by proxy. He stops himself from looking up the personnel file for your employee number though. He’s not so mad as to break that protocol.

For another week or so, he fights the urge to hang up on you and call again since he knows there are likely at least three other people available. It probably wouldn’t make his point clear because Steve doesn’t know what his point is yet. Instead, he grits his teeth and does his work, oblivious to his annoyance growing.

Until Christmas Eve when he walks by the lobby coffee bar just as he’s dialing your team’s hotline.

He doesn’t notice at first but the woman next in a long line to order scurries out to hold the phone to her ear, pinning it to her shoulder and opening her laptop right there as she stands. He hears your response echo in both his ears and looks up.

“You gotta be shitting me,” he huffs, stomping over.

It’s only when he snatches your phone away that you realize he’s there. “Oh, gosh, sir—I mean, hello, Captain.”

“What are you doing?!”

He’s downright terrifying when angry, and his fury coupled with your alarm makes you shrink in your own skin.

“I—I just—“

“What is this? Day nine? In a row?!” His voice cracks slightly as he barks out questions he already knows the answer to. He sees people staring around you, so he points down the far hall. “Conference room, now.”

He keeps your phone in hand and ignores it ringing three times before you even make it to the giant table. You look tired. He complains it’s unhealthy but when you try to say something he cuts you off and asks when you last ate. That’s simple, right? You have to feed yourself.

“I was in line, sir. That’s what I was doing.”

“Then you shouldn’t have answered the phone. Sit there, no, right there.” He points and presses one finger against the wood for emphasis. “You don’t move. You don’t leave this room. I’m taking this—“ he pockets your phone “—and you sit there.”

As he’s about to let the door close behind him, he turns. “And if you so much as touch that laptop…”

It’s explicitly clear that you are still terrified, but you nod.

He comes back with food from their private lounge, a variety since he doesn’t know if you have restrictions or allergies. There’s water and coffee already in the room. He sits and eats something with you, staring until you munch on a few things.

When he’s satisfied, he stands and hands back your silenced phone. “I don’t want to catch you overworking like this again, you hear?”

Your very wide eyes blink twice.

He takes that as yes, wraps his knuckles on the table, and goes back to his own work.

Steve gets exactly what he wants. You log long—but no extra—shifts all the way through to New Year. He never hears your voice when he’s not supposed to.

Except…he celebrated the clock striking midnight with Wilson, Torres, and some other employees on the roof, and after the crowd dissipated, Steve couldn’t get to sleep. He walks (wanders) the halls when this happens. The building is empty.

Of course, the building is not empty, so Steve smacks the glass door open in frustration.

“Nobody works in this lab for third shift.”

You’re startled, ripping your headset off and half-rising from a rolling chair. “This is my shift, and…I’m not nobody.”

“Agreed,” he spits before realizing how that sounds. “Gah—“ he runs his hand through his hair, pulling harder than necessary “—this is insufferable.”

“Agreed,” you mumble, sitting back down with a questioning gaze.

Thinking of nothing else to say, Steve then bursts, “have you at least eaten?”

“Uh…it’s two in the morning. It’s not a meal time.” You flinch at his powerful huff. “Have you? Do you need to eat, Captain Rogers?”

You point him toward a tiny table.

Of course, the phone rings, but he stares you down. “Are there other people working remotely?”

“Yeah but—“

“But what,” he says in a very specific way to indicate there is no correct response except—

“Nothing. I am actually supposed to work though.”

“Seventy-plus hours this week and you still think it’s required?” Steve kicks himself internally. He just showed his hand.

“No…?”

“Just stop—“ He doesn’t get to finish.

His phone rings, and he suddenly can’t say squat. Steve simply answers it, wearing the most sternly disappointed face he can muster, and leaves.

He gets bold. Something about the anger boiling up inside him at the whole situation makes him far more aggressive at trying to change your habits, more so now that he’s seen your face. You’re not a 2-D sound anymore. You’re real, and you really work too much.

He keeps a closer track of the time logs and sees you’ve, in fact, reduced your hours. Then he hears Torres say something about ‘you rock, Genie’ on the phone…nine hours after he spoke to you that morning. So he checks and you’re not on-call. That’s when he realizes you’ve been working after and before clocking in so it looks like you have no overtime.

That’s nonsensical to Steve. He’s livid.

He picks out one of the burner phones constantly available to his Team and does something he’s not super proud of but feels justified in: he looks up your address in your file. It ends up not being a huge deal because you live in an apartment complex almost entirely rented out by compound employees. Still. Steve folds in his own self-condemnation with his fury at your deceit.

And you lied. You lied to him.

He drives over and stands by the door, flips open the phone, and calls the hotline.

“Ready,” a female voice chirps. It’s customary. No chit-chat just immediately prepared to listen to and research the caller’s question, but he can’t be sure it’s you from one word. Then Steve realizes he can’t say anything because he’ll give away that he also knows you have screened his calls from his normal number during times you are supposed to be off.

“Unclear. Weak audio connection. Boosting in three, two—“

Steve pounds on your door because goddamnit, stop working, woman. There’s a very sharp squeak from the phone (and through the entry) before the line cuts out. His heart rate and breathing spike in anger when he hears a muffled, “what do you want?”

It’s sad, not quizzical or alarmed. You’ve looked through the peephole at him.

“Open the door,” Steve says in his Captain voice, and you do, right away, unable to not comply. He wiggles the phone. “I know for a fact three other people are on-call. Explain yourself.”

You’ve also straightened in anger, but the posture is defensive and fragile. “It’s not like my work suffers, and I can keep going—“

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should,” he barks back, stepping over the threshold and blocking the entire doorway. “And you suffer even if the work doesn’t.”

You have no rebuttal for a long moment, frowning at his intrusion until you try again.

“Well, you…you’ve been up since at least five—“

“I have a physical advantage to handle more than you on less sleep.”

Your face sours further. “And that makes you better than me?!”

He’s defeated by that, having first scared the daylights out of you by yelling in the atrium, then interrupting you at the lab, and now showing up at your home to yell some more. Steve isn’t at all sure what’s gotten into him.

His shoulders sink. He finally takes a second to look around.

“You’re done. You are off work for the night. Do not pick up that phone.” He snatches it away again. “Just do something else.”

Without moving your feet, your whole body swivels to look around your apartment. You fill the silence with a short sniffle before confessing, “I…I don’t have anything else to do.”

Neither does he. Steve has not a single clue what he’d do if he were told the exact same thing.

“It won’t fit,” you gasp in frustration.

Steve sighs. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” He continues to watch you struggle, leaning forward just enough so his breath fans over your face. “Go on. You can do it. It’s meant to be.”

“Shut up,” you whimper before dropping the slippery piece in defeat.

“You know in real life—“ he clucks his tongue “—they make cars big enough for your brood there.”

“Steve, this is the game of LIFE. I don’t know that anyone is supposed to end up with five children and a spouse. I’ll just have to strap him to the top of the van.”

As you delicately lay the little man to the side, Steve frowns.

“That’s no way to treat your beloved second son!”

“Who said it was my son I kicked outta the car?”

He barely stifles a laugh and goes to spin for his turn, but not Steve’s turn.

In order to make the game last longer, and because you both have somewhat alter egos, you are playing with Steve, Captain America, Genie, and yourself.

Genie has apparently been super busy having five children. It’s ridiculous.

So Captain America scores one for his perfect little life: a mansion.

“Look at you, Mister Two-Kids-and-A-White-Picket-Fence,” you chide.

One boy and one girl, of course. It’s now the running joke of the game that everyone’s life is terrible compared to Cap’s, even Steve’s.

Steve has three sons, and he keeps grumbling that he wants a daughter. You have offered him one of yours. He feigned offense. He openly hopes to avoid ending up like Genie though.

“I guess I’m just very dedicated to servicing my customers,” you joke in your best phone voice.

Steve sputters and blushes, putting down his to-go container in favor of sipping more water.

He withheld your phone to order, too, and insisted on paying for the obscene amount of food (because he eats like a horse, it seems). In addition, you are required to have half a glass of water every time your phone goes off. Self-care, he says. Hydration is good.

His phone has vibrated a few times as well, and because he’s him, Steve always answers to make absolutely sure it’s not urgent. He talks in his Captain voice, which gave you the idea to make him play the board game like that. He’s actually quite funny trying to get it together and ‘act the part’ while he spins a tiny rainbow dial that he’s already broken twice.

The air of irritation he arrived with has dissipated, and he smiles more. It makes you smile to see him relax. He’s more animated than you would have guessed. He holds himself very straight and still as Cap; Steve is a lot more approachable and a lot easier to make fun of.

He almost left in a completely flabbergasted huff when his original suggestion was for you to have a hot bath or something. Your quick “what are you gonna do? Watch me?” made Steve nearly crawl out of his skin in apology, but you decided to put him out of his misery and suggested eating instead.

“Right. Food,” he muttered under his breath, “that’s a good, basic life requirement…”

And that’s when you also had the idea for this game.

Best decision ever.

He’s never played, so you only made it through a few turns before the delivery arrived. Steve is practically a natural…a natural loser, that is, and it somehow makes him even more perfect. As Cap, he fights for justice, but he doesn’t fight over game rules or what’s fair about random cards and moving in an arbitrary pattern on the board. He doesn’t care if he wins, and oddly, you feel like the gleam in his eyes says “I’m winning by just being here.”

You feel the same. This is the most fun you’ve had in a long time, and it’s just a stupid foldout piece of cardboard. He’s just that magical.

So you both hide away in your own little bottle all night.

More jabs, more setbacks, more triumphant returns from behind later, and you barely care who wins. You chat absently between every spin. You have too much fun going wild with your alter ego’s stories. Then it’s past the three-hour mark of no-calls and quite late.

The food isn’t all gone, so you hop up to make Steve a doggy bag to take home. He shifts from relaxed to wildly awkward in the space of your walk back over.

“So,” he drawls, staring at your two phones on the coffee table, side by side and silent.

“So,” you mimic with a smirk, “I promise to not work until tomorrow, logged in or not. You have my word. Scouts’ honor.”

“I’d say I trust you—“ he bobs his head around, thinking “—but I don’t, so I might have to check up on you.”

“Oh dear,” you gasp. “A home visit? Expected or unexpected?”

He clearly feels bad about how he ended up here for the night, but Steve steps forward to take the wrapped offering of leftovers.

“Maybe expected. Next week? Same time?”

“Sure. I can survive on eating once a week.” It’s cheeky and a little forward of you, implying you might only eat with him and so he should see you that much more, but Steve beams.

He squints a little. “Or maybe sooner?”

“I’d like that. This…this was fun.” You step closer to gently kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Captai—Steve. Thanks.”

“Next time, I want a daughter,” he laughs, tilting to kiss your cheek, too, and then he jumps back and slaps his forehead. “No. Not like. I’m so sorry. That came out all wrong.”

You cackle while he still tries to correct himself.

“We can play the game. And in the game, it would be nice if—would you stop? I didn’t mean it like that.”

A few big breaths has you settling but just barely.

“I know, but hey, maybe next time you’ll be the one tied up?”

Steve swallows hard with huge eyes.

“To the top of the van, that is, because you would give up your seat for the children, right?”

Yeah, he would, he agrees and sees himself out, adding one more good night as he plucks his phone back, pushing it into his pocket next to the burner.

On his ride home, he already has the urge to check.

“Hey,” you answer immediately. “What’s up?”

“You aren’t supposed to pick up. You promised,” he snorts, smiling.

“But I knew it was you.”

He’ll be mad at that eventually. He should be mad at that. He could give another Captain speech about overworking and caring for yourself and yadda yadda, but not today.

No. Not today.

Today, you cared for each other, even though you didn’t know how, even though you didn’t want to, even though it was hard. Tomorrow, you can both care even more.

Immediately started bawling. Whoops.

Reminder to self: it isn't even the big things that make you feel cared for. Sometimes it's just a very simple joy.

[Main Masterlist]

[c0dmic]

Regina and Leopolds Marriage

I don't know what to start with so Ima jump straight into it. I saw a post a while ago made from.. well years ago, stating that Regina was a grown woman.. Let me say this, OLDER ACTRESSES PLAY TEENS ALL THE TIME, (Nbr). For all we know Regina is 18 at the time when Leopold proposed. Some people say that if she was 19-25 (she was actually 18 during 'Stable Boy') it would not be weird. Yes, it would. Leopold was literally Regina's Father's age, if not, older. It would still be very weird for an 18 and 50-60+ year old to be married.

Some people say, "this takes place a several decades ago, it would be normal-" It doesn't make it right! Just because it takes place decades and go and it would be considered normal, it doesn't make it right. 

(just for example):

A 18-year-old in the times when arranged and forced marriage was normal, was forced to marry a 50-year-old man. Some would say, "That was normal then for 18 and she was old enough, it doesn't make it weird," ... what. I hope you see how stupid and ridiculous that sounds. Even if it was okay a long time ago, that doesn't make it okay. And again, it's still fucking weird.

Now back onto the marriage. "Regina didn't say no-" Stfu. The look on her face when Leopold kneels down and proposes is very obvious. Regina would have probably screamed out loud saying no if she could. But she didn't because her mom was nearby, and she didn't want to fuck up her already fucked up relationship with her mom by ruining her mother's advantage by saying no to the royals and she was in shock.

Now onto the rape topic. I keep reading that 'Leopold Raped Regina' , and I personally don't have a opinon on that because it was not stated and I don't want to get any backlash lol. But the most thing I believe about their marriage was the Regina was neglected and (ofc) forced to marry him.

For Leopold, he only listened to Regina's mothers 'yes' and not Regina's. And if he couldn't see the absolute shock and fear on Regina's face, idk what he saw there. If I proposed to someone (my own age bc I'm not weird) and I saw that look that Regina had on her face, I would get off the floor taking her physical and mental 'no' and 'wtf' for an answer and say sorry and leave. But Leopold didn't do that and when ONLY Regina's mother approved, he went along with it. And Regina's mother just handed Regina to Leopold probably knowing that Marital Rape could happen (ik it probably didn't, but I was just saying that what if it did and Cora just handed Regina over to that knowing that it could've be common at the time.).

Now, Leopold reading Regina's diary is disruptive of her privacy. And Regina put all those fake stuff in it and Leopold reads it. Regina is the type to always plan things out (evil or not), so she knew that Leopold would read her diary because he (probably) did it all the time. Even if she used the method of, making her diary out in the open to her father, thinking that her father would hand it over to Leopold. Or the other method of, putting it out in the open for Leopold to see, but if i was him, I still wouldn't touch the diary.

Leopold, in a scene specially states that "I know Regina is unhappy" and Leopold never does anything about it. Then he proceeds to say, "And yet I never imagined she would betray me like this," What?? Like, after being married with her KNOWING that she was unhappy and (most likely) never loved you, and you are betrayed?? Excuse me?

Then later on, he asked the Genie to "find the man who took his wife's heart". Genie asks "What are you going to do when you find him?". Then Leopold replies with, "Nothing you can be concerned with". So your saying you knew she was unhappy and feeling unloved and NEVER loved you and then your going to, what? Possibly murder? Shame? The person who might have given her hope in this terrible neglective unloving marriage?!

Not only that but him KNOWINGLY marries the woman he almost married (technically dated still engaged)'s daughter, KNOWINGLY. Adam Horowitz had also confirmed that Leopold REMEMBERED Cora. He remembered the woman he almost MARRIED.

[hiro--aoki]

CHANDLER RIGGS IS A MAN AND I AM SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE SAYING HES A GIRL WHEN HES FUCKING NOT!!!! HE IS A GROWN ASS MAN AND HE SURE AS HELL WOULD NOT LIKE YOU, YOU STUOID RETARDED BITCH. HE IS A MAN! JUST BECAUSE HE HAS LONG FUCKING HAIR DOES NOT MAKE HIM A GIRL. I FUCKING HATE YOU AND PEOPLE LIKE YOU. I HOPW YOU KILL YOURSELF, I HOPE YOU GET RAPED AND BEAT, I FUCKING HATE YOU SO GOD DAMN MUCH YOU STUPID FUCKING RETARDED DYKE, I HOPE YOU GET RAPED YOU SICK FUCK. FUCK YOU I HATE YOU SO MUCH SO FUCKING MUCH YOU SICK FUCK

“Tell me why ur ears are in the nether yo eyebrows are on max brightness and yo neck be in incognito mode. Boy you be looking like the muffin man’s drug dealer level 6 diglet sticking out the top of yo head you look like you got baptized in the chum bucket yo mama use bakugons as a anal beads and you lost ur virginity to an armadillo on a trampoline in mid air, AYO stfu you cricket FROG NOISES Spinner fidget stupid midget genji main mega brain grandpa beat you with a cane. Half eaten onion ring Burger King mustard packet UPS EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH. Waluigi dirty squeegee. I bet you talk to other girls saying “Rub my dick and you’ll see a genie” Demon slayer, HOWDY NEIGHBOUR 353 POUND Fortnite player looking ass up boy. Open yo mouth and take my cupcake and swallow it. Everytime you burp fruit flies come out of yo mouth stinky ass boy. You discord mod, You wear ur cat ear headset for to fucking long to the point there’s a dent in ur big ass skull. Like to be honest bro, I’m fucking tired bruh, I’m tired of yo ass bruh, I’m tired of all theses goofy wannabe unoriginal view hungry cringe radiating YouTube shorts creating egotistically falsely empowered muscle shirt wearing Lamborghini driving food wasting prankster. You think you so gangster so you went to dollar tree and took a fake ass cold Chain from the Saint Patrick’s Day section and wore it around ur school thinking you got drip and shit, Like boy just stfu.” “You puted a balloon on yo head and thought it was a Durag like ain’t nobody cares about you dirty ass hell boy you got a drop off dark exlier pouring down ur hair right now you like a chipmunk you better get yo Christmas comes , This time of yearrr Bro like stfu you look like Ronald McDonald from a sex cult. You be looking like muscle man from regular show you be looking like ice spice, nah you actually look like water sugar get yo stanky ass away. When you walk downstairs your whole house starts fucking rumbling bitch you bring power of eren Yeager and 37 collosal titians down ur staircase. After you eat dinner you eat the plate and then you eat the table aswell CHOMP CHOMP. You rent out the gap between your teeth as a parking space for ants you be looking emo af CUT MY LIFE IN 2 PIECES THIS MY LAST RESORT, SUFFICATION NO BREATHING Ur nose be looking like two Mario pipes coming off ya face. INFACT when you tilt your head up be ugly af tell me why the bottom of ur nose look like the discord logo. You got a bikini bottom butthole you got spongebob flipping krabby Pattie’s in ur uterus ORDER UP MR KRABS! they made a sequal of finding NEMO based off yo ass called locating chromosomes in theatres this July! You was water boarding a mouse in ur kitchen sink to solve “the mystery of the missing cheese” You act like a whole ass Karen you better get yo “My names skyler white! YO, my husbands Walter white, YO!” Shut yo dumbass up your last poop was directed by micheal bay you got gfx explosions erupting in ur TOLIET bowl.”

[realityisdulllonglivefiction]

“genies are malicious creatures who twist your wishes to the most literal—” stfu they’re literally just autistic??

like idk you, and you ask for flight? How tf am I supposed to know if you want wings, a private jet, or to just perpetually float 2’ from the ground?? Yall just need to be more specific smh

[pettydreamz]

i promised myself i wouldnt say shit this month. but after my trip back, i've been saying the most. and i tried to conserve myself some more and was forced to talk. now i cant seem to stfu.

like the genie has been let out of the bottle and idk how else to close it

[dwindlebunnies]

Nooroo you fucking narc, you didn't have to tell him about the ladybug and black cat wish. You're not a genie you can just stfu.

Liven logging the miraculous movie. Block this post if you don't care.

[fivekrystalpetals]

Remember the one time Fyodor went to free the evidence suppressor guy from prison saying: “Mushitarou-san, I have come to free you ❤ :D″ 

and Mushitarou proceeded to bombard him with a never-ending laundry list of conditions/demands--

and Fyodor just went from :D to :( in a second like-- 

pretty sure this was pure sarcasm lol

[moyazaika]

an angel loses its wings every time i put a link from science direct into an apa citation generator and it can’t automatically do the work for me bc the article ‘doesn’t exist’ anD I HAVE TO DO IT MYSELF GRAAAHGHHHH

[heeracha]

That photoshoot and the Harry Potter ones 😭 #nerds

STFU GENIE THE WAY I FUCKING ASCENDED FINDING OUT THAT HEEJAY ARE SLYTHERINS IM SO EJDBEISBEJSJ IM STILL NOT OVER IT MY GOD

[demotivatecubby]

All I want is a good staek.

[pwnyta]

Alright hear me out.... im tired and I wanna go to bed....

IronStrange genie AU right?

Where Strange is a genie in a lamp that Howard randomly gives to Tony to get him to STFU and get out of his way. ‘Take the fancy lamp and scram’ and Tonys like ‘Im 19? Why would a lamp... W/e... I’ll take the fuckin lamp‘

He rubs the lamp for the lul. Just a single one.

BUT BOOM STRANGE GENIE.

Tony is scared, throws the lamp. Strange is like ‘You cant get rid of me that easy MASTER.‘ and Tonys all ‘I DONT WANNA BE YOUR MASTER!!!‘ ‘THEN MAKE YOUR 3 DAMN WISHES!!!! Master!!‘

Something something.

Chaos and shenanigans...

Tony takes his sweet ass time making wishes. Rules apply like cant make someone fall in love/ cant undo death/ cant kill etc.

After bonding and whatnot Tony learns Strange took the role of a genie to free his genie which that and destroying the eye can free him(destroying the eye will kill him though) ... and Tony wants to free Strange but Strange is like ‘No this is a bullshit life. I dont want this for you...‘

so Tony being Tony chooses option 3 and half-frees him instead. Strange is still kind of a genie a lot weaker but free... and Tony gains a fragile glowing blue heart as a price for Stranges freedom.

Strange: youre an idiot. *Smooch* My idiot.

HAPPY END?!

Better be.

....Oh and theres a magic carpet but its actually a cape? IDK.

[danzameccanica]

Rina Sawayama è nata a Nigata ma cresciuta a Londra. È anche cresciuta con le band pop-rock; con Avril Lavigne e con Utada Hikaru; per non nominare poi le regine Beyoncé, Mariah, Britney, Kylie…

Il suo debut, che porta il suo cognome, ad un primo ascolto, può stupire far storcere il naso perché in un mondo di classico R’n’B contemporaneo, con inserti electro e ogni cliché dell’urban e dell’hip-hop, sfoggia ogni tanto schitarrate nu-metal.

Non solo: le proposte musicali ricordano davvero molto pop americano che si sentiva fra il 2000 e il 2004 agli MTVMusic Awards. Il brano di apertura suona davvero molto Evanescence. Poi XS richiama “Genie in a Bottle”; Rina si domanda e si risponde; sovrappone le sue linee vocali come le TLC o N.E.R.D.. “STFU” è il primo singolo e il video è davvero divertente e intrattiene come il migliore pop giapponese; per i colori di Ayumi Hamasaki, per il logo di Rina che sembra Ridge Racer Type-4; ShutTheFuckUp agli stereotipi…. Detta così suona vecchia e già sentita; probabilmente a livello testuale non siamo di fronte a nulla di nuovo anche se non è male continuare queste battaglie, le quali sembrano ancora non aver vinto abbastanza. La nostra eroina si è fatta subito paladina dei diritti LGBTQ+, si è ispirata all’artista drag Tom Rasmussen, andando d’accordo alla visione non binaria dei generi. Ad ogni modo Versus x Versace la nota, nota le influenze dei Limp Bizkit, nota il pop-dance-crossover di fine anni ‘90 e le propone di partecipare alla campa autunno inverno 2017.

Da un brand si passa ad un altro, con “Comme des Garçons (Like de boys)“, dalle basi ben più deep-house ma dai colori molto più fluo, mostrandosi in copertina di Vogue, poi dentro un videogame, poi come se fosse stata dipinta da Boris Vallejo. "Bad Friend” ricorda Justin Bieber mixato al recente R’n’B inglese. “Love Me 4 Me” aggiunge tasselli freschezza e orecchiabilità ricordando Mariah Carey con i synth dance di primi anni ’90. “Shakeskin” è ancora diversa perché più improntata sulla costruzione vocale, anche se l’ombra della trap emerge in modo quasi inevitabile (visto gli anni in cui viviamo)... L’immaginario e l’iconografia di Rina Sawayama non è poi così distante dalle sue colleghe giapponese, tipo Double, Koda Kumi o Nanase Aikawa e, anche se la nostra protagonista ci fa ampiamente capire di non ragionare su di lei tramite white-washing, devo ammettere di rimanere ancora dubbioso sul perché questo album mi piace.

Forse perché anche quando “Who’s gonna save U Now” ricorda l’Aguilera, lo fa con una patina J-pop. Quando canta “Tokyo Love Hotel”, anche se sotto ci sono arpeggiatori retro-wave o citypop, lo fa in parte anche come Adam Lambert. E dall’altra parte, quando ripolvera il rock-pop nipponico di stampo Avex  Trax, lo fa con un linguaggio più codificato e accessibile. Solo la traccia conclusiva gioca con più parole giapponesi, imitando decisamente di più le sue colleghe orientali, anche grazie agli effetti vocali.

Insomma cosa succederebbe se cantasse in giapponese a Tokyo ? Cosa succederebbe se avesse provato questa soluzione ma senza le componenti nipponiche nel cocktail ?

[northliner]

@rochian @miyuzette Crack open those textbooks. Actually, Miyu, I'm surprised you didn't say "Genie in a Bottle"! That's pretty famous and really 90s sounding lmao Ughhhh..... I'm a Slave 4 Britney, I'm gonna give a few recs cuz I never stfu... Sorry... Womanizer Criminal Lucky Oops I did it again (best mv hahaha) Circus STRONGER Hhhhhhhh......... I'm so gay for Britney, I only kind of apologize.......