#tabgled up

[daveamisdpda]

Tangled up…

This was part of a hedge but, as you can see, it's taken on a life of its own, albeit a tangled, complicated one:)

Location: Cleeve Wood (nr. Willsbridge), Gloucestershire | Shot: 22.01.25

[saturnniidae]

I actually like tangled a lot (albeit let's be honest the show is so much better) but it's devastating that it was the start of Disney copy paste design cg animation era and they have not gone back since 😭

[nonaonann]

Giving Some of my own Traits (and one of my siblings') to These Dorks Just cuz:

Dick Grayson

Has the urge to grab/buy anything blue (it's like a crow instantly getting their interest piqued by something shiny).

Puts Nesquik strawberry syrup and Nesquik banana milk powder into Fruity Pebbels, Lucky Charms, etc.

Will pour ungodly amounts of sugar into Cheerios and corn flakes (one of my little siblings does this and it's horrifying to watch).

Will unironically say "diddly darn" and "frickity frick frack".

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Jason Todd

Has an insecurity about cartwheels (Dick told him to do one when he was still Robin, and then laughed at him, and Jason still doesn't know why).

Prefers to tea to coffee.

Made up his own writing system because he was paranoid of people reading his diary and finding out his secrets (he doesn't have a diary).

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Cassandra Cain

Has disproportionately small hands (Tim and Steph tease her for it).

Never really looked at herself in the mirror too closely, and then did and realized she has a small collection of really faint freckles on her face (like, you wouldn't be able to see them unless you were five inches away from her face).

Will sit in corners in complete darkness, unintentionally (sorta) scaring whoever passes by when they realize she's there.

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Stephanie Brown

Forgets about her moles, and then sees one and tries to scratch it off before realizing it's a mole and not dirt or something. (Recently discovered she has a mole under her ear.)

Will buy something just because it's purple (she's so like me fr).

Laughs in the middle of panic attacks and just says no to herself in the mirror.

Loves taking candid pictures of her friends and family. (Also the one who people go to take pictures and videos of them for things like social media because she WILL explore those angels and get low to the ground if need be.)

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Timothy Drake

Somehow always gets holes in his socks (and is bullied relentlessly for it by the people who are supposed to be his siblings).

Asks the most random questions. (Once asked, "Do you think if we both simultaneously exploded randomly, our intestines would get tabgled?" while cuddling with someone.)

Found a random hex nut and put a string through it and wears it daily as a necklace.

The person people go to for photos, but in the way people go to JC Penny's for photos.

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Duke Thomas

Will look at a tree and say, "Bob Ross would so love to paint a tree like that."

Shows movie trailers to his family and then says no when they ask if he wants to see the movie together with them.

Likes to deny the obvious and say something outlandish because he thinks it's funny. ("Are you making waffles?" "No, I'm dancing and seeing visions of scary roosters.")

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Damian Wayne

Will take a single question about whatever comic he's reading right now as an opportunity to lore dump everything about it, from the first chapter to the most recent.

When he was younger and new to the manor, he would dig up worms and look under rocks for bugs.

He occasionally gets a favorite animal fact and shares it with everyone regardless of if they ask.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Imagine 21 yr old Kakashi and Gai falling into bed together one day, and when they wake up the next morning there’s no big romantic feelings or declarations.

There is comfort and warmth and love, but it’s not this big feeling that overwhelms them. It’s the same as it always is when they’re together,m.

They feel safe.

And this continues to happen for months which quickly turn into years and one day they’re 31 yr’s old facing down the end of the world and these feelings finally

FINALLY

Overwhelm them because that safety is gone.

That security is shattered.

They’re no longer doing silly challenges or getting tabgled in bed together for a bit of fun and a chance to stop being on guard 24/7 because they can drop their guard with each other.

Now they’re seeing death straight ahead and their heart shatters because it means they won’t be together again.

[vampirekinn]

why does my fucking hair always ALWAYS get fucking tangled when I BRUSH IT?????????!?!??!?!?

[bbygirl-aemond]

i think a very interesting aspect of aemond's character is how much is built around him, in a sense, being raised with the understanding that he's "for" aegon. like, in stormbreak when he thinks about how he knows exactly what aegon needs from him, how to cover his defects, and how he sees it as being a given that he will always provide those things. like it goes well beyond normal familial love and it's been so baked into him that it doesn't even occur to him to resent it

(very interesting that part of what freaks him out about rhaenyra is that he can't do or be that for her as things stand, but that's a whole OTHER issue)

and i mean, generally, aemond's definitely a massive people pleaser, even if it would shock most to hear it, and so much of him goes into being whatever any given member of his family needs him to be in a particular moment, right? it's why he seems to be literally everyone's favourite. aegon even directly points it out in that first kl scene where he talks about aemond speaking and otto's words coming out, and i do have to wonder about it. it's quite a lot to have someone's entire identity built around yours, especially when you feel so unworthy of it, and i wonder if any part of him resents it. resents alicent and otto for doing this to him, resents aemond for letting them, all the while feeling so guilty for being relieved that at the very least it has turned aemond into the one person he feels can truly understand him. god FASCINATING stuff

i NEED to watch daemon and rhaenyra slowly unpick at this tabgled mess of many fucking profound psychological issues. like if they didn't hate otto, or even alicent, before..

GOD yes i have so many thoughts about aemond and aegon, always. i think such a big part of aemond and aegon as siblings is the curse of being each other's mirror; of aegon seeing everything he is not and everything he could have been every time he look at his brother. there's a lot of potential for things like envy, and resentment, and anger. but being siblings also means aegon has this unique, unparalleled understanding of what about his childhood caused aemond to be this way-- because he lived it, too.

so aegon looks at aemond, bad parts and good, and knows: if things had been a little different. just a little. that could have been me. and he knows that if they had been born in a different order, each would have fallen into the other's roles in a heartbeat.

so i think for all that aegon envies aemond terribly for his talent, disposition, and status as the "perfect son," when he looks at him all he REALLY sees is tragedy. his anger is never truly directed at aemond; only his irritation, because he recognizes aemond is no less trapped than he himself feels. and he understands the heavy price that aemond pays for his family's favoritism. his anger instead gets directed at the adults, like alicent, since he's been pretty resentful of her throughout this fic (which makes his desperation for her love and approval all the more tragic; just because you know someone fucked up doesn't mean you can simply stop yourself from loving them).

this is part of why i said in a comment that i think aegon and aemond understand each other the best out of the greens, and why they can be honest around each other in a way they can't around anyone else. aegon is the one person who is capable of understanding just what aemond has sacrificed, every day of his life.

if you reframe the narrative of this fic around aemond and aegon's relationship, i think it'll become clear just how much this is a story about brothers, even over the romance aspect (though this might only make more sense once we get into the actual crux of the power struggle haha). house targaryen broke apart because rhaenyra and alicent's friendship did not survive alicent's paranoia; their relationship was not strong enough to do so. but it will mend again because aemond and aegon's brotherhood is.

there's a whole other post to be made about the parallels between rhaenyra and alicent vs. aegon and aemond, but i'll save that for another time!

[sunset-bobby]

Taylor Kare popped up on my fyp singing fucking Tabgled and i almost had a heart attack

he said duet him

lol he’s gonna have to switch parts with me tho my voice ain’t that fucking high

but also he is now required to play flynn ryder

[joculatrixster]

Tabgled up is literally the firewindknight anthem i make the rules

[the-sheep]

fucking 1. im about to expose tf outta you

I already did 1! I tabgled up in stars! I spin around in my chair and think about stop motion paper stars and choking myself on the strings holding them up!

[stillebesat]

Silly question, but what kind of toothpaste does Logan use in "In These Tabgled Web," since moth types of toothpaste contain some form of mint? Less silly question: can I be added to the taglist?

First off, of course you can be added to the taglist! :D So you have requested, so it’s been done. Because this is a world where a percentage of the population is Spliced and therefore not fully human, there are some niche companies that have created specific products to help people who are Spliced. So there are lines of toothpastes, lotions, hair care, skin care and makeups etc that contain ingredients that won’t effect the animal side of the person. --These companies are relatively new, the oldest ones are probably only around 10-15 years old, but trends for SplicedSupported products are growing with the changing of laws about the Spliced and growing acceptance of individuals who inherited animal characteristics from their ancestors who chose to Splice. As for Logan himself, he still has some difficulty as Human Widows are the least accepted of the Spliced creatures, but because other animals like Deer and Rodents can be sensitive to mint (more to the aroma than the taste I believe) there are toothpastes out there without mint. Logan himself usually prefers the Bubblegum flavored Toothpastes as they are usually flavored with Strawberry/Banana combinations and therefore don’t irritate him. If he unexpectedly runs out (or forgets to pack it) he’ll just grab one of the regular ‘common’ brands off the shelf. His main source of toothpaste is from a Dentist in Colorado named Ellyn Noir, she too is Spliced (but with an Eagle, shows up in her excellent eyesight and slightly hooked nose) and first encountered Logan and his Mom when he was around 8 and suffering from an aching mouth and the pain was only getting worse. (a baby tooth near his fangs was causing problems)  She’s one of the few people to survive an encounter with His Mom (didn’t realize until she saw Logan’s fangs that she was dealing with Widows) and the Mom now visits her once a year for a checkup on her own teeth. (Gotta have that alluring smile to draw the prey in after all.) Logan also visited her yearly with his Mom until he left for his own safety.Because his Mom is so dangerous, Logan doesn't dare go visit Ellyn’s office after that because he doesn’t want to risk her appearing for her yearly visit while he’s there. Now Ellyn just happens to make a visit to see ‘family’ in Florida (or wherever Logan is) once a year to make sure his teeth are doing okay and she brings two or three boxes of Widow Safe toothpaste with her when she does. 

Hope that answered your question and thanks for the ask! :D

[captain-elsa]

Frozen Theory: Ragnarok

I think this is just the start of a theory I have since I literally came up with it a half an hour ago so not all details are worked out but I just wanted to call it before Frozen 3 (there probably will be a Frozen 3 with how much Disney is making from live action stuff and Marvel).

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So if Elsa might be able to control all of the 4 elements, why weren’t they mentioned before? I think she had to master her ice magic first to unlock the others. In Frozen Fever she uses her ice magic to move flowers (earth) on to Anna’s dress. In the beginning of Frozen just ice alone was a bit overwhelming for Elsa, so possibly her other powers were dormant.

In The Northern Lights Lego short Kristoff mentions the Valkyrie in the Northern Lights which in some of the Frozen books seem to link up to magic. Valkyrie are from Norse mythology as are trolls... what if the magic of the Frozen universe is tied to Norse Mythology?

Now another thing too if Rapunzel and Eugene made a cameo that means they’re in the same universe too. And Rapunzel’s magic came from the sun. I think from Tabgled the Series there’s alchemy and moon magic (I’m not up to date on that)... but if Rapunzel is a German fairytale, surely its not related to Norse mythology even though they are close in location - but I did look it up and German gods show up as old norse so that must mean Rapunzel is connected to the Norse sun god Sol. So that doesn’t really need more explianing plus I wanted to focus on Frozen.

Anyway I’m thinking Frozen’s magic is tied to Norse Mythology and legend as such there is the Nokk and giants and trolls and runes! So there’s one very big event in Norse Mythology which is the title of the 3rd Thor movie... Ragnarok. The end of Asgard. I personally think Ragnarok might symbolize Christianity taking over but then Ragnarok is also known to be a rebirth of the gods too I think so that might not be accurate. Whatever.

Frozen 3 will probably be similar to Thor Ragnarok. I’m thinking if that does happen plus think of how strong Elsa will be controlling all 4 elements if that does happen? What will be the threat? Whatever it will be my guess is some kind of evil magic, maybe like Hela and her army of the dead. Hans will look like a beaten up Loki at the end battle of The Avengers. Puny, compared to whatever Elsa will face in Frozen 2 and possibly Frozen 3.

[geminimoonbeamx]

Sweet Tooth: Part Two

A/N: Okay guys I’m SO into this story. I can’t wait for you guys to see what I have planned.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Cursing. Like a motherfucker. Because this is a story about Lance Tucker. Mention of slight fat shaming. Drinking and driving (which is stupid, don’t even try kiddo’s)

Summary: Lance Tucker has come back to his hometown with his ego bruised and his look on life more tainted then ever. When he runs into Y/N; a vibrant plus size woman he went to high school with at her bakery ‘Cake Faced’, he leaves the shop with the taste of sugar on his lips and a hunger that has nothing to do with the cupcakes.

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It had all started a couple weeks ago.

When Courtney, your best friend of nearly two decades, had sashayed into the shop, a cup holder containing two Venti coffee’s in hand. She always did this, came and distracted you at some point in the day. She claimed if she didn’t you would get completely buried in your work and she’d never see your ass again. You defend yourself of course at the jab, but weakly. Because you knew she was probably(defiantly) right.

“Hey hooker” you greet from your place, adjusting the display in the window while the store seemed to have a quiet moment, only a few costumers scattered around the place. Your short frame was balanced on a step stool as you reached up high to

“Hello gorgeousness…Why don’t you come down from there before you brake your neck. Neck braces aren’t on trend this spring” She teases, because everyone whose ever met you knows how dangerously clumsy you are. You just huff and climb down. Courtney then hands you your drink and you give her an over exaggerated groan, holding your hand to your chest and telling her that she was too good to you before taking a sip of the sweet caffeine you had desperately needed.

Thank god for Courtney- that she knows you better then you know yourself. She took time out of her own day to come check on you and ask you how yours was going, yeah it wasn’t really out of her way seeing on how she worked up the street, but still. You appreciated her more then she’d ever know, even if she had ‘momed’ you since you guys we’re teenagers.

“So how has your day been?” She’s nibbling on a coconut cream pie scone. She claimed god himself had given you the recipe for them “It looks unusually dead in here”

“It’s been aright so far, nothing too exciting. The 4 o'clock rush hasn’t happened yet so I’ve just been fucking around. Yours? Your manager still harassing that new guy?” You guys end up sitting at one of the little tables, Shane assures you that he’s got who ever might come in.

“Yeah, Patty’s still earning herself one shiner of a Law Suit. Dirty ass old woman” Courtney shakes her head at the mention of her boss, the woman was a seventy year old former play boy bunny AND the dirtiest woman either of you had ever met. “But that’s whatever. I have some major gossip”

You can tell just by the tone of her voice that what she’s about to tell you is insanely juicy.

Fun fact, you never really grow out of gossiping. Thirty(well twenty nine) years old or not, when you live in a town as small as this one, it’s just a given that every one knows everyone’s business.

“Okay why didn’t you start out with that? Spill” You demand, leaning in closer to her, anticipating her next words.

“Okay so you know how Felix used to date Sarah whose best friends with Brooklyn?” She starts and you nod. Obviously “So I guess they’re sleeping together again. I know, big shocker, and Sarah told him that Brooklyn told her that Lance is moving back in with their mom” Courtney informs you of the tabgled drama between her coworker, his ex, and Brooklyn Tucker.

You gape at that for a moment. No way. Lance Tucker, Olympic gold medalist, LANce Tucker was moving back into his parents house. How?

“No way” You decide but she just chuckles and nods.

“Yes way, dude. I guess there was some huge scandal at that gym he worked at in California. Some coach got one of the girls pregnant or something? I don’t know all of those details but what I do know is Lance the mother fucker Tucker is moving home” Courtney cackles “How hilarious, right?”

Courtney was nice…to you. To everyone else she was a bit of a bitch.

“Hilarious isn’t the word I would use. Ironic though-” You cluck your tongue. Hadn’t he always hated this town? You remember even in middle school he had been so adamant about getting out of this “suburban shithole” and going somewhere he deemed worthy of him. Him and his shiny superstar ego.

“It’s fucking fitting I think. He was always such a giant dick. Now he’s living back with his mommy? Karma really is a vicious bitch. Ha” Courtney shakes her head with a smirk and you roll your eyes.

Yeah, he’d been a huge cocksucker to everyone- you included. But losing your dream? The one you’d spent years working on? You didn’t wish that upon anyone.

“It is but how…sad” You bite your thumb nail as you mull it over.

“Sad? I mean I guess- But he’s such an asshole. Don’t you hate him?” Courtney hates you and your big bleeding heart sometimes. That guy didn’t deserve your sympathy.

“No, Court, I don’t hate him…anymore” you cant deny, there was a time when he had made you see red “He’s not my favorite person in the world. Of course not, but I don’t know. I’m an adult now-” Courtney scoffs hard at that and you fling a cupcake wrapper at her “I just don’t see the point in holding grudges anymore”

“Yeah okay” Courtney rolls her eyes as she gathers up her belongings “You keep telling yourself that, Mahatma Gandhi. Like you don’t still hate Carlos Vance for accidentally hitting you with a pencil in the 6th grade”

“He really almost blinded me and wasn’t even apologetic about it at all. Fuck him forever” You’re dead serious and it causes both of you to laugh.

“My breaks almost over, I have to run. We’re still on for Margarita’s with the girls this Friday, right?”

“Of course” You kiss each other on the cheek and you pack her another scone “for the road” before she’s hurrying out of the door. You give her reciting frame a fond smile, but continue to mull over her words. Lance was coming back. You stomach felt unsettled at that- and you hated it. You hadn’t even talked, or much less thought about him in years.

So why we’re you so…so weird about the idea of him moving back? It was stupid, really.

So you do what you did best, and buried your self in your work.

It really did help, too. Your mind is completely free of any thoughts of people you hadn’t seen in ages-

Until a few days ago.

When he had walked into your shop.

He was still the same. The way his presence seemed to fill up the entire room. That smirk and those expressive eye brows. And, because you’re not a hater, of course you’d noticed that he’d seemed to be even more in shape now then he was back in high school. His broad shoulders strained against the material of his track suit. Jeeze, he was still wearing those. Didn’t he know it was a different decade now?

So you’d taken him personally, helped him choose a cupcake and rang him up. Just being professional, you tell yourself. that was all it was.

You tried to ignore how…tired he looked. Not physically, really…but drained. His demeanor drained. It wasn’t your business, right? So you try to keep it cool, keep your self in check.

You never did have the best self control. When he’s going to leave, you call for him.

“Welcome home”

Simple words, but you hoped they might have a little impact.

His grin is still ridiculously bright and handsome, you note mentally.

Fuck. Fucking fuck.

It brings up old- feelings. Memories. Adolescent adoration and hate. It’s annoying, there’s no place for it in your adult life.

“He seems like a real winner” Shane had dead panned “Hot as hell though”

You laughed at your younger employee. You loved Shane, he’d been working for you since pretty much the moment you’d opened this place and even though he was five years your junior, he’d become a close friend “What you don’t remember Lace the mother fucker Tucker? Olympic gold medalist and grade A dick wad?”

“Nah, I remember him. That tight ass of his though, that slipped my memory”

You’d swatted Shane’s shoulder as you laughed. Little shit.

You hadn’t seen him after that, though. Not that you wanted to. Not that your eyes maybe scanned the shop for a tall head of dark hair…

You didn’t expect him to come back. Him and his athlete ways. Back in high school you remember him and his grueling diet he’d been on.

So you go about your routine, the comfortable one that you follow without even thinking about it. The one that included waking up at the crack of dawn, feeding your dog, watering your garden. Tending to the shop as though it was your child. Bullshitting with your friends.

The usual.

Your usual is broken, though, by one phone call.

It’s not even a bad phone call, so you don’t know why it throws you off so awfully. Why you feel overwhelmed and hot and near panicky as you sit at your kitchen table. But you know that you need to remedy it. With wine. Lots, and lots of wine.

Which you don’t seem to have in your house. How we’re you completely dry? What kind of blasphemy.

So you drag yourself out of your house, muttering about “fuck your life” and “Courtney’s the antichrist” because you knew that alcoholic bitch was the culprit, the wine bandit who had left you with no choice but to go to the store. At 10 O'clock. In a pair of tight leggings, an over sized sweater and ugg booties.

You’re walking lazily through the brightly lit isles of the grocery store on main street. You’ve found your wine, have it popped open, as you stress shop.

You figure you might as well get some ingredients. Plus, you needed new dish towels- and oh, we’re those Fourth of July decorations? Might as well grab em’ even though it was only Mid April.

You’re so engrossed in your task, that you don’t notice you’ve been being trailed.

Lance needed to get out of the house.

Living with his mother and sister- and Brooklyn’s two daughters was driving him nuts. Did he love them all? Yes, very much. Was he going out of his fucking mind at the overwhelming amount of female energy he was being force exposed to? Absolutely.

He was already apartment hunting.

So he’d go on drives, long ones that would take the edge off of- everything.

Re-explore this town that he seemed to know every corner of. Get to know the few parts that we’re new. But even that was getting boring.

So he decides that the only way to get through this night is drunk. Or at least buzzed. The liquor store is closed so the supermarket is the only option. Lance takes long legged strides into the all but empty store. It’s late, so no one is really there, but the one cashier working and Weird Wallace, the towns hermit who only came out at night to avoid all other human life.

Lance tips his head at the man as he makes a bee-line for the liquor section, intent on buying a twelve pack of beer and hopefully drinking everyone that night.

He doesn’t expect to see you. He catches the sight of you out of his peripheral vision. You have a wine bottle tilted all the way back, taking a gulp, before going back to your shopping.

What were you doing at the store at nearly eleven o'clock? Lance wonders with an amused grin.

He should just grab his beer and go home. That would be the smart thing to do- Buuuut, Lance really wasn’t as smart as he prided himself on being.

He’s not following you.

Not even.

He just happens to be going in the same direction as you.

Not creepy at all.

Okay- kind of creepy. Especially when you bend over to grab something off a bottom rack. Your leggings go sheer as they hug your large, round ass. He can see the outline of the little lace g string you have on and he cant help but bite his lip.

What a sight.

You always had, had a nice ass. Wide and grab-able. His fingers still itched to dig them selves into the doughy flesh.

“Well, fancy meeting you here”

The sound of his voice sends you snapping up straight fast, you almost loose your grip on the neck of the wine bottle as your heart pounds and a gasp rips it’s self from your throat. You spin on your heels to face him and he’s just standing there. In a track suit, that look- his signature smug smile gracing his features.

“Lance, you dick!” You hiss at him, holding your middle as you regain your breath “You scared the shit out of me!”

His icy eyes could make the queens guards quake in their tall black, fluffy hats. They’re so…predatory. And sharp. And beautiful.

And bold, they look you up and down unapologetically.

You swallow the rush of self consciousness that raises in your throat.

“Sorry, sugar” He doesn’t sound sorry at all “What are you doing out so late?”

“It’s not even eleven o'clock yet, Lance. It’s hardly late”

He likes your snark, It suits you. You’d never had that edge before “My mistake. It’s totally normal for people to be going shopping for-” he gazes into your shopping basket “Red, white and blue tiki torches and chardonnay in the middle of the night”

“Being normal is vastly overrated” You shrug and shift on your feet “What about you? You going to a kegger?”

He grins “Nah, I just needed a breather… you want to join me?” He holds up the case of beer in offering and you roll your eyes at him.

Hard.

“I’ll pass” you dismiss him easily, turning back to your cart “You have a good night though”

You had a sense of self preservation and you absolutely would not get drunk with the man. Randomly. On a Thursday night.

Lance’s eyebrows stich together at how easily you shrug him off and that part of him, the competitive athlete one, pushes him forward. Because he never gave up, on anything. Ever. And who we’re you to just turn your back on him?

“Really? You’d rather drink your bottle of wine alone?” He presses on, keeping up easily with you so you’re standing shoulder to shoulder(well not really because he has a good near foot on you) with him. You convince yourself that it doesn’t unnerve you.

“Yup” you pop the ‘p’ dramatically.

“That sounds like fun" His sarcastic bite makes you bite the inside of your cheek “I’m offering you company. A good time and…good beer”

“I’ve never really been a beer girl” the sound he makes in his throat at your words is cute. You cant deny that “So again, I’m pretty sure I’ll pass”

“And here I thought we we’re friends”

“Really?” You give him incredulous eyes. Was he serious?

“Yeah- I mean we had that art class senior year and we were partners and” Lance recalls how close the two of you had gotten, how many hours you’d spend laughing and bullshitting and wasn’t that friendship? “I just assumed we we’re still friends”

“Do you not even remember what you said to me?” You don’t mean to say it, you really don’t. But you’ve taken one too many gulps of wine. The look of confusion on his face feels like a slap to yours.

“No?” He starts “Should I?”

You scoff at him so intensely it’s almost painful before you’re off, wanting to put some distance between the two of you.

Why wont he let you?

“Y/N” Lance insists on being the biggest pain in the ass ever to walk the planet “What did I say?”

“Just leave me alone” You’re almost through at the check out isle, the cashier is taking their sweet time though. You’d always loved La'tecia. The elderly black woman kept you in stiches, but you needed her to hurry the hell up.

“No. What did I say?” He continues to push, keeping up with you easily. He was fitter, his legs longer. You couldn’t out run him if you tried.

When you don’t answer him he can feel his annoyance spike at your antics “Why don’t you quit being a child and tell me so I can say sorry- even if I don’t really mean it- and you can get the fuck over it”

Oh.

Hell.

No.

He did not just speak to you like that. Your teeth grit in an attempt to hold your temper. Even if the store was dead it was still a public place.

“You know what, Lance? First of all fuck you-” He opens his mouth and your finger slices the air in front of you as you hold it up “No, I’m talking right now. You keep your mouth shut and listen to me. You want to know what you said to me? You told me that I might be, and I quote, actually pretty cute if I lost some weight. That you bet all the guys would be after me if I worked on my fitness. And that killed high school me. But adult me, whose obviously doing a hellva lot better then you in life doesn’t care. So there’s nothing you need to say a meaningless sorry for. But we are not friends” You’re pretty composed during the entirety of your little rant. Until the end. You hiss those words at him.

La'tecia just minds her business, and you give her your card, eagerly.

Lance attempts to absorb your words, you’d never seen him at a loss for words. Yeah, he remembers that conversation…but you were totally twisting his words! It hadn’t even gone down like that.

“Y/N-” He starts. but your bags are in your cart and your off. He intends on following you again but-

“Uh-uh. Are you going to pay for those?” La'tecia’s cutting voice asks and he sighs and takes out his wallet.

“Let me tell you, boy. You’ve always been heard headed. And loud as hell. But I never thought you we’re cruel, even with all that nonsense everyone always spoke about you” She starts, looking him right in the eye as she speaks “You’re a grown man now. Act like it”

Lance feels personally attacked. How had this night taken this route? All he’d wanted was some beers.

“Thanks for your words of wisdom. You should consider a new profession? Therapy maybe? Counseling? Telling people where isle four is, is obviously getting to mediocre for you” He sarcastically pans at the woman before snatching his beer and his card and stalking off.

He doesn’t know why he’d expected to find you outside, the lot is empty. Your long gone. He reaches for one of the beers, wrenching open the box before popping the can open an chugging. The drive back home is spent with him stewing and going over things he hadn’t thought about in…well ever. How was he supposed to know that him stating a simple face back so long ago would make you hate him forever? Hah, no, you didn’t even hate him. As you said. You just didn’t care about him. At all.

Like no one did.

His knuckles are white around the steering wheel as he sits outside the front of his house for nearly half an hour. Wondering what the fuck had just happened.

Oh, how the mighty had fallen.

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Okay so one of my Aunts from my dads side of the family was just over and I knew I needed to write in La'tecia because I love bold black women. I’m sorry it got to moody, but for there to be any realism in this story Y/N needs to first call him on his shit. Give me some feed back! Let me know if you want to be tagged! Love you’s guys!

Part Three

Part Four

[depressedhatakekakashi]

imagine the stages of kakashi and gai cuddling-

it takes a while for gai to even get kakashi to take his binder off (but still wearing a big shirt) for cuddles

but eventually kakashi falls totally topless and just wearing shorts into gais arms and gai is SO proud of him.

but when theyre both comfortable with naked cuddles???? thats the shit. theyre both totally comfortable with each other and its the best feeling ever for them both.

Kakashi has days where he struggles to take off his binder, usually because of dysphoria, and Gai’s only request is that he does take the binder off so he diesn’t hurt himself. If the only way for that to happen is Kakashi having a bug baggy shirt/sweater to wear, Gai is completly fine with that. Whatever make’s Kakashi comfertable.

but then there’s the days where Kakashi gets home, triumphantly takes off his binder, and falls into Gai’s arms completly naked (except for maybe his boxers) and Gai loves those days because it shows just how comfertable Kakashi really is with him.

Some mornings they’ll wake up tabgled in each others arms after a nice long sleep, and Kakashi will just cuddle right up to Gai and hug him close. not at all worried about the fact that he doesn’t have a shirt on because he’s here with Gai. Comfortable and happy.

And if Gai wasn’t in love before, he certainly is now. Comfortable and happy Kakashi make’s his stomach do flips. He’s so handsome when he’s smiling and just enjoying himself.

[aceprosecuties]

TABGLED BLACKMADHI AU but specifically the scene where rapunzel and eugene are dancing in that town square thing or whatever

So I’ve only seen Tangled like...twice and it was a long time ago so I had to go look up the scene (and I hope it is the right one).  But like, Nahyuta as Rapunzel and Simon as Eugene yesss (and Ga’ran as Gothel who stole Nahyuta from Dhurke and Amara). 

I’m just imagining Simon picking up a bunch of Nahyuta’s hair as they enter the town square and then getting a bunch of kids to braid it for him so that Nahyuta can walk.  Nahyuta is more subdued than Rapunzel obviously is, but he’s still awed by the town and the feeling of freedom gets him excited.

He can’t help himself; when music starts, he begins dancing happily, and Simon can’t help but just watch.  Has there ever been a more gorgeous sight than Nahyuta in the town square, first dancing by himself and then grabbing partners and chains of townsfolk as people get more and more into it.  Of course, Simon is trying to avoid the guards, so he doesn’t want to start dancing and attract unnecessary attention.  And also: he doesn’t dance. 

But he’s pushed into the crowd of dancers; they’ve paired off with each other and are switching at specific intervals.  Someone takes Simon’s arm and he reluctantly swings with them, though he’s not the greatest dancer.  He looks over to Nahyuta, whose smiling face is enough to get him a bit more into it.  And when the partner switch happens, they reach of each other but are grabbed, so they dance with new partners while never taking their eyes off of each other.  

This happens a few more times, as the music becomes faster and more intense: they keep getting close but missing each other.  Eventually, Nahyuta is dancing by himself, his eyes closed as he spins around...but Simon still tries to reach him, and finally succeeds.  By the end of the song, Simon and Nahyuta have finally found one another; their bodies are close together as they stay in a partnered dancing position.  They’re panting hard, but smiling.

(Sorry if I skipped out on some stuff and focused on the dancing!  Like I said, it’s been a super long time since I’ve watched this movie!

[aesthgender]

fuxk FUCK fuxk FUZN fuck DR UCK WE ARE GOIJG TOI FAST

[littlewalken]

Nov 20

This in great shape Tara Lynn Barbie was at the junk store. I tried a frizz be gone method on her that should make it better. My sister had one so there’s a good chance the arm cuffs are in the Barbie clothes somewhere. 

I lucked out having the exact shade of red, I’m thinking Dollyhair Pillar Box, in my stash. This is my sister’s old Tara who had the tabgled mats you’d expect a doll who got played with to have. 

I took what I wanted and who among the more interesting sculpts could be fixed. That’s where the Miss America Blair came from. There’s a few more odds and ends in a bin.

The treasure is the Shindawa Toys Wanda in excellent shape for her age. 

She feels like a perfect 9″ TnT Mod era Christie. She’s either a Mary Quaint or an astronaut pilot with a parachute career girl. I gave her a gentle bath and the stuff came off her hips.

Rooted eyelashes and everything. If I know the car is going to work then I will look in to putting her up for auction. Long story short she’s too rare and important for me to keep here in a bin. 

If anyone knows a legit collector of African American dolls who could use a Wanda have them get in contact with me. I could be happy knowing she would spend the rest of her existence being treasured. 

Now, on the side of being a trivial psychic, was I not saying something about wanting to get another baby to reborn? I haven’t taken pictures yet because it needs a bath but I found an open eyed supposing around 15″ Berenguer.

It’s a similar if not the same expression as the baby in red. Those are the 5″ Itty Bitty for crochet clothes and stuff. 

Point being I have a lovely baby doll who might need to be repainted to cover up some stains and I think I know how I’m going to do it. And no one says it has to be a human baby. The eyes are greyish-blue and realistic, the limbs are 1/4 I think, and somewhere I have a pattern to make it a more realistic body. 

Either way you show me where you can find a $2 Berenguer in any condition. 

And I know when its finished there will be someone who will have to have this baby. 

Working car or not we still don’t go out too much during the heat of gift season, except for chores, errands, and junk runs, so having several projects in all my interests is always a good idea. 

Now to wonder what today’s giving my hands something to do while I stay home and watch a goat’s ass will be?