#thanks I just got an Amazon delivery

[thecapricunt1616]

Strawberry - (c.b. one-shot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): He took his arm back, pushing you back into the bed, your cheek flush against the mattress. “Lost that fuckin privilege since you can’t keep y’teeth in y’mouth. Wanna act like an animal you’ll get fucked like an animal sweetheart” he spread your cheeks, one of them stinging from his rough assault on it as he continued to pound you, watching as your cunt gushed around him in awe. 

♡ One-shot Inspo: Strawberries Attract success, good fortune, and favorable circumstances. Served as a love food. Leaves are carried for luck. ♡ Summary: Carmy fucks you nearly to heaven from the back, enjoy! Inspired by the filthy wonderful beautiful perfect inspiring big juicy brained @carmenberzattosgf <3 love u mami ♡ W/C: 1,616 ;) ♡ Posted Date: 06/05/2024 ♡ A/N:  HELLO!!! To the folks that have asks rotting away in my inbox I stg they're getting written- but that task is made near impossible when my little filthy olive martini @carmenberzattosgf posts something SO good that it takes up my entire brain and I have to write something inspired by it. Please by god go read this my pussy was screaming by the end like - I think she woke up the neighbors. Anywhore, enjoy this filthy-mouthed Carmen, no D words to be found here folks so for those of you who hate it you're in luck! And to those that will miss it...you'll see Carmy is still daddy af. ENJOY my friends xoxo ♡ Warnings for BTC: Smut smut , fem!reader, Black!Reader friendly (pics are pure vibes), unprotected sex, swearing, fluffy aftercare, domestic bliss

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

Deep. 

So, so fucking deep. You could hardly even think. 

Short squeak-like moans were leaving your lips with each snap of Carmys hips. The headboard was only lightly tapping the wall thanks to the stoppers he’d with quickness got on Amazon and by the grace of god and 24 hour delivery they had came a day after the first time his neighbor came by and slammed on the door, telling you both to ‘shut the fuck up or get a hotel’ 

You could barely register the light tap on the wall and the squeak of the mattress because Carmy would not. shut. up. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. Pussy has me in a vice baby you like this, mm? Feels so good f’you, huh? Yeah I can fuckin tell- god y’sound so pretty”  he rambled on. When he fucked you from behind, he usually got really chatty. You weren’t sure if it was because he got bored since he couldn’t watch you with his big blue owl-like eyes, or if his confidence was just boosted because you weren’t watching him while he spoke so less anxiety - but you loved it.

“Yes- yes- Carmy- shit - oh fuck” you whimper as he hauled you up by your upper arms, wrapping his strong bicep around your neck, messily kissing your sweat-sticky neck and groaning into your skin as your core squeezed around him hard causing a wet schlick-schlick-schlick to fill the room

“Yeah? Yeah baby? Say it again tell me how much you fuckin love it hmm? That you love when I fill this pussy up. You love it when I make sure you can feel me t’morrow huh?” He squeezed your neck with his muscular arm and dear god were you glad he couldn’t see your face because you lost all control, practically shaking as he held you up, his cock so deep inside that his tip was giving your cervix a gentle little kiss with each thrust. 

“I’m fucking cumming” you manage out, holding his arm and squeezing tight, head falling back and body going slack against him. He used his other hand to press right above your mound, the added pleasure causing tears to seep from your eyes down your neck. 

“Look at you pretty girl takin me so well- so fuckin well. Jus’ a little longer huh? Wan’me to fill you up still baby?” He said hotly in your ear, taking your diamond earring he had bought you from Tiffany’s last week that was adorning your lobe and sucking on it gently, nose gently nudging the side of your face. 

“So- so good so good” you echo him, not even thinking with your head anymore. When you opened your eyes your vision was hazy with tears, in your peripheral you could see the edges of blonde curls. 

“Yeah?” He chuckled a bit, going harder as he chased his own high “so fuckin good f’me. That’s why I take care’you so good mm princess?” He loosened up is grip on your throat lightly and held your shoulder, sweetly kissing your cheek. Your mouth dropped in pleasure, practically drooling at how good he was making you feel. 

“Y-yes. Yes. God Carmy- god I fuckin love you” you mewled. You weren’t sure what came over you exactly, but you turned your face, giving his bicep a chaste kiss before biting down. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to bruise. He hissed In pain, before taking his hand from your stomach and cupping your cheek, fucking up into you with a near punishing pace. 

“Jesus - fuck - how the fuck m’I supposed to explain that at work tomorrow? Mm? I tell em my girl can’t keep her mouth shut er’ to ‘erself?” He teased, smacking down on your ass with his palm, hard enough for there to be a pretty red mark in the shape of his hand - and hard enough for you to yelp, releasing the bit of muscle you’d held hostage. 

He took his arm back, pushing you back into the bed, your cheek flush against the mattress. “Lost that fuckin privilege since you can’t keep y’teeth in y’mouth. Wanna act like an animal you’ll get fucked like an animal sweetheart” he spread your cheeks, one of them stinging from his rough assault on it as he continued to pound you, watching as your cunt gushed around him in awe. 

You whimper, back arching more for him and your next orgasm riding the tails of the last. “Close” you said, voice raw and horse and utterly fucked out. 

“Me too, Angel- shit- gonna fuckin fill you up, stuff this pretty pussy with my cum huh?” He essentially laid over you, thrusts that were more like firm rolling of his hips at this point getting sloppier and the feeling of his weight firmly pushing you into the bed was making you dizzy in the best way. You felt his chain brush your back, the feeling was like ice on your damp sweat slicked skin. 

His breathing had become more of a quick, hot pants. His back was starting to hurt, his shoulder killed from bearing both your weights for so long - but he was fully blissed out. He was also frankly quite impressed with himself, in this position he usually couldn’t last even 10 minutes, but you two were teetering on half an hour now. 

This was thanks to his new little trick he had taught himself, whenever he got too close he thought about his boss from NOMA screaming in his face about never amounting to anything, and it backed him right off that ledge. Worked like a charm really. 

“Please - please fill me up bear” you whined out, and with a grunt he buried himself to the hilt, your hips flush with his as he stilled and shot rope after rope of milky white cum inside of you painting your walls with him. He sighed in relief, pulling out and patting your ass gently before plopping down next to you on his back to catch his breath. 

“Fuck y’so amazing baby. I wasn’t too hard, was i? Y’good?” He rubbed your back gently. You were too exhausted for much else, so you just throw him a thumbs up causing him to chuckle. “Alright so water f’you. And Cream f’this poor poor little ass of yours” he rubbed the tender skin carefully and got up, heading to the bathroom first. 

You stretched out, feeling the proof of his love leaking down your thighs as you laid there for a moment before getting up when you heard the toilet flush. You padded to the bathroom and nudge the door open to see him washing his hands. Your eyes found the deep red bruise on his arm, it would probably be purple by the end of tomorrow. 

“I sorry” you said sweetly and gently kiss over the mark. “You’re just so yummy I wanted a bite” you said and he flicked the remaining water off his hands before shutting off the faucet and grabbing the hand towel 

“Mmm thought you didn’t like Italian” he teased, heading out to the kitchen to fill your Stanley cup with fresh ice water. 

“You’re right I don’t like it I love it. Especially when it’s a sexy Italian with a thick cock” you chide as you made a neat little square of toilet paper to wipe with and you heard him laugh to himself 

“She’s back! That’s my mouthy princess, was afraid I lost you back there babe you got all quiet on me” he teased causing you to giggle to yourself as you flush and stood to wash your hands - legs still feeling a bit like jelly beneath you. 

“It’s hard to talk when you’re rearranging my insides” you head back to bed and lay on your belly, crossing your ankles. He came back, bearing gifts of course. He comes over to the bed and drops off the cooling lotion that he kept in the fridge for you and gently nudged you with the cup. You looked over, sitting up slightly and taking a sip. 

“Ooo-“ you said when you realized he was holding a plate 

“Mmhmm. Always you and y’sweet snacks after we fuck, open” he said. You opened your mouth obediently and he placed half of a chocolate strawberry on your tongue after taking a bite out of it, making the perfect mouthful for you. You hummed, resting your cheek on your forearm as you chew and your eyes fluttering shut. 

“Love you pretty” he smooched your forehead, setting the plate on your shared nightstand and started to massage the cold lotion into your skin. “You did really good f’me t’night.” He added and kissed your shoulder blade as he continued to squeeze and kneed tender flesh. 

“So good I can get a present?” You asked sweetly and he chuckled, rubbing over your hips as well that were sore from being spread wide for so long and you groaned a bit, arching into his touch 

“I think I’m spoiling you rotten lately, you got a new phone yesterday and you’re already ready f’another good girl gift, huh?” He went over to your dresser since he was all done rubbing you down and grabbed a pair of your comfiest panties and came back over, carefully slipping them up to your thighs before you lift your hips for him and he pulled them up the rest of the way, placing a gentle kiss on your mound “it’s you  who deserves the present” he said, before going to grab his own boxers so he wasn’t helicoptering it in front of your plate of strawberries. 

You giggled, rolling your eyes.  “I love you, dork.”

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Hi Diana darling! Of courseee, I've got you, my love ♥ Here's 15 (ok, 17, but you know how Nonna is, she always wants extra sentences for everyone!) sentences of Nonna Rosa, a direct continuation of my fuck it friday snippet: 👵🏻

“How come you never told me you’re an artist?” Buck asks him, and Tommy frowns at him until his eyes land on the painting that Buck’s close to. Then he rubs his neck, his blush deepening and not from the cold this time.

“Nonna, are you already throwing me under the bus? It hasn’t even been ten minutes since Evan’s got here” He says with a nervous chuckle, and Nonna doesn’t look even the tiniest bit apologetic.

“I haven’t started throwing you under the bus yet, Tomasino, I am merely letting Evan know about your talent”, she tells him, patting his cheek. 

“And she is right, you are very talented, babe”, Buck interjects, still admiring the four or five paintings that adorn the small living room; it seems Nonna has put them in every wall space available. It gives Buck a warm feeling in his chest; it’s exactly the kind of thing Maddie would have done if he had any sort of artistic talent. “How come I never saw anything like that in your house?”

“Ah, I wouldn’t call it talent, I just… Anyway, I haven’t painted in a really long time”, Tommy shrugs, his eyes scrutinizing his works with a much more critical glance than Buck. “My… My father didn’t like it, said it wasn’t something men did. Eventually it became too much work, trying to hide it from him, and I just stopped”

There’s a smallness in his voice as he admits to that. Not for the first time, Buck privately wishes he could meet Tommy’s dad just so he could give him a piece of his mind. Tommy barely talks about him, the little Buck’s known has been pieced together by glimpses here and there, but it seemed the man tried to squash down every urge of Tommy that didn’t fit his own twisted idea of what ‘real men’ should be like. He knows he lives in this very same town, but that Tommy has no intention of extending the visit to him. 

“Pah, that man was always too stupid to understand anything”, Nonna says, disdain clear in every word, but then she looks at Tommy with the softest look. “You should pick it up again, tesoro. It used to make you so happy, working through a painting, and they were always so beautiful. You deserve beautiful things in your life” She looks meaningfully at Buck, who does his best not to look like a deer caught in the headlights and smiles softly at her. (Blobs under the cut!)

And here are 21 sentences of Little Blobs, ch. 3, for you: “...A stork plushie?” 

Tommy groans, sitting up in bed and blinking at Evan. His husband is lying down on his side, his hand draped over his belly as it’s become his habit in the last ten days. There’s the tiniest bump under his shirt; it’s barely noticeable, really, and they only know because they’ve been avidly looking for it ever since finding out about their blobs. But it’s there, and Tommy smiles as his hand joins Evan’s, even though he sighs exasperatedly at his husband’s idea. 

“Where exactly do you plan to find a stork plushie, Evan? And how exactly would that announce your pregnancy to your family?”

Evan shrugs, as he usually does when Tommy points flaws in ideas he thought infallible. 

“I don’t know, Amazon?” He says, and before Tommy can think of an answer, he’s already lighting up, sitting in bed with an excited smile. “C’mon, can’t you imagine it? We could put two little bundles in the beak and a plate saying ‘Special Delivery!’. It would be so cute!”

“You’re cute”, Tommy can’t help but say, placing a kiss on Evan’s cheek, and the way he blushes and smiles bashfully, even after eighteen months together, will never cease to make Tommy’s heart skip a beat. “But I don’t know, darling, sounds like a lot of work. And what if someone comes by and sees the plushie earlier? You know our friends have no boundaries, they just drop by whenever”

Evan hums thoughtfully, nodding and then dropping his head by Tommy’s shoulder, snuggling into his chest. Tommy cuddles him close, softly caressing his arm as the two of them try to think of another way to announce their babies that’s cute and not absurdly tacky. 

“How about we throw a barbecue?”, Tommy suggests after a while. “We have two weeks before we’re ready to tell, right? So we find a way to get everyone’s shifts aligned, throw a barbecue and just… tell them?”

“Hmmm, I like the idea of a barbecue”, Evan says delightedly, and Tommy snorts; in the last few days, his husband has been liking the idea of any food.  His morning sickness is a lot more subdued, only showing up with some specific foods, and the rest of the time he’s been ravenous. And the worst part is that the cravings are starting to show up; just two days ago Evan asked Tommy to go to the market to get him coconut yogurt cause he desperately needed it. Once Tommy brought it, he had to watch Evan drop Cheetos into the yogurt and eat the concoction as if it came from a Michelin restaurant.Tommy's still not over it, and he's not sure he’ll finish this pregnancy with his sanity intact.

-- I hope you enjoy it, darling, and that you have a great week! ♥ ♥

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Heartless | Sidney Crosby

summary: when you finally arrive back to the rink you once called home, the last thing you expect is that the now legend from PIT forgets who he was once to you.

dreamer: chapter one

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.38k

authors note: I know how long some of you’ve been waiting for this series so I want to thank you! This was a bit of a weird chapter but it was just so we could set the ground for the rest of the work to come in later. I truly cannot wait to show you all where this one is going to go!

Today was the start of something new.

Or at least that was what you told yourself as you stood in the cool breeze that whirled around the city of Pittsburgh. Everything had gone your way today and the universe was clearly on your side.

You had woken up early, gotten an A on a paper you just got back, your Amazon delivery had arrived early. And most importantly your favourite coffee shop was still open letting you get something to eat before you were meant to be at the rink “watch where you’re going jackass!” You yelled as a car drove you off the road.

It was a pretty black land rover who only responded with the hit of the horn causing your brows to furrow “what a dick.” You scoffed watching the car speed off.

Now your coffee was soaking into the tar of the road as your croissant was being eaten by pigeons that had found you. So much for it being a good day, I guess.

Everything in your Arsenal that you could try to do to calm down as you wanted to have a clear mind for your first day “not everything is going to go your way.” Marc-André reminded you as he stared at you.

Despite having three children under the age of ten, you were still his baby just like the rest of your siblings “yeah but dad-” you whined parking your car as you looked at the PPG Arena “you know I’m being honest kid.” He mumbled knowing that he should have been in Pittsburgh as you started the season.

It made you roll you eyes “where is mom when you need some moral support?” You complained shutting the car door behind you as you stared up at the sky.

The grey sky seemed comforting as you heard the rough clouds come together as thunder claps roared over the city “she is with your sister but she’d also want you to just breathe.” His voice was clear making you roll your eyes “I hate it when you’re right.” You grumbled as a small smile formed on your lips.

Even with your rough exterior your father knew how to break you down in an attempt to get you to the soft state that had him wrapped around your finger “no you don’t.” Marc-André laughed as he shook his head “now go make me proud and play nice.” His words made you grin as you raked your fingers through your hair.

Pictures of the younger version of your father were up on the walls as you saw some of your favourite people from when you were a child growing up “I should get going dad.” You looked at your watch fearing that you were going to be late.

With that he snapped his fingers before he sent you a salute as you did the same thing “love you kid.” You pressed your fingers to your lips as the line ended.

You took a moment to study the welcome area and all of the trophies that the Penguins had won “I didn’t know we let fans in here today.” A voice came from behind you that causing you to spin on your feet.

Kris held a friendly face as you turned to a panic “I’m so sorry!” You blurted out as your cheeks reddened “I am actually the new intern for the physios office and uh-” you trailed off going quiet when the slap of his hand to his mouth cut you off.

It wasn’t often that Kris was left shocked “sparky you’ve gotten so big!” His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you into a hug.

Sparky was the title you picked up as a kid due to the fact that once when nobody on the team could get you to stop crying. Until your Sidney shocked himself plugging his phone charger into the wall.

Your reaction had most of the guys laughing as Sidney had to recreate his response to it in order to make sure you stayed smiling. Then it stuck after your dad dressed you up as a lightbulb for Halloween that year.

You smiled as he dropped his hands to his sides trying to comprehend that you were old enough to be working “I’ve gotten an internship here with the physio team.” You explained ignoring his crazy you felt admitting to the fact that you were actually there and this was no longer a note on your vision board.

Kris felt like a proud parent “always thought you’d land up somewhere like that.” The physios from when your dad was at the team used to entertain you when you came with him to work when your mom was busy with college work.

His words made your heart throb “enough about me, how are you-” before you could even get your words out the sound of a door slamming cut you both off.

Spinning around a smile formed on your face as you locked eyes with Sidney Crosby. You were like ever other child who was practically in awe of him, you were one of the lucky few who got to grow up with him so that made him all that much cooler to you “surprised to see you got here before you got knocked by another car.” His words made your face drop as your eyes went wide “excuse me?” You sucked at your teeth to stop yourself from snapping at him.

Sidney hadn’t even acknowledged that Kris was around yet “you couldn’t even use your eyes to see that I was driving.” That comment made you gasp as pieces began to click in your mind “you’re jackass!” You gasped feeling your jaw go slack “sorry could like someone maybe catch me up?” Kris pleaded as he grew confused.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to turn your glares at him “someone is just an entitled-” he was cut off as doctor McLane walked into the area joining the three of you “I’m so happy to se you’ve made it!” She clasped her hands together as she saw you.

Melissa turned her attention to the two players “I’m glad to see you’ve met the new physio intern y/n F-” before she could finish introducing her you had to interrupt “just y/n will do.” You smiled sending her a nod.

Before you had the chance to continue the argument with Sidney you were knocked off of your feet as he pushed past you to get to the locker room “I promise the rest of the guys will be easier than that.” Kris sent you a smile as he helped you back up. If only he really knew how awful that day would get.

Sidney couldn’t believe that luck had been so against him today as you had to show up at work today, the one place he truly thought that he could get away from young people who thought they knew more than they did.

But not even how much you had pissed him off could have stopped him from smiling as he accepted that FaceTime call from Marc-André “you will not believe the day I’ve had.” Sidney sighed as he sunk into his seat “hope y/n didn’t have too much to do with that.” Your father teased as you used to run laps around Sidney when you went through the phases of having Sidney as your favourite penguin.

It made Sidney stop in his tracks though as the question weighed on his mind “how do you know about her?” The words left his lips quicker than he could have thought about it “did you forget the part where I fathered her?” The older boy laughed as he spoke in a duh tone.

If you had known about the way that the colour drained from Sidney’s face you honestly would have been upset that you hadn’t been there to see it in person “do you seriously not remember how I told you that y/n was going to be the new intern for the physios.” Marc-André couldn’t see Sidney’s response as he dropped his phone.

This meant that not only was Sidney going to have to put up with you, it also meant that he was going to have to act like he liked it too.

[sinukiyo]

Ami asked if Kenji has a whole Toys R Us store supply worth of stuffed teddy bears when she should have asked how the delivery guy reacted after having to deliver a whole container full of those toys. And yes, I do have a headcanon that Kenji bought all those stuffed bears off of Amazon or Ebay.

Here's how I picture the whole interaction:

Delivery guy: alright sir. Just sign here.

Kenji: thank you (takes pen and signs)

Delivery guy: sir I do gotta ask though..... why did you make such a huge purchase? I mean I know you're rich and all, but this is too much

Kenji: oh? I uh.... like collecting stuffed animals.

Delivery guy: you like collecting stuffed animals?

Kenji: (gasps offended) What? I can't have a hobby?

Delivery guy: sir. You basically cleared out our stock of those stuffed teddy bears.

Kenji: fine! They're for my kid. She keeps ripping them.

Delivery guy: how?! There's no way a kid can physically rip a stuffed animal unless she has the strength of Sandy Cheeks from SpongeBob.

Kenji: alright. If I pay you a thousand yen, would you stop asking questions?

Delivery guy:..... make it 2000 yen with a signed postcard and you got yourself a deal.

The fact that no one knows Ken Sato has “a kid” would make this even funnier cause sir… who are you really buying them for?😭

Him: Here’s some money and my autograph. Shut up and give me the teddies😐

[claranight]

Ranma x China!Reader

[Enemies to friends?]

[Warnings: angst]

part 2

Things just have to repeat themselves, three Chinese Amazons are running after Ranma for marriage. Well, mostly Shampoo. Why not add one more, You! You came all the way from China to seek the girl version of Ranma, training was tough, and language education is even worse but it’s all worth it.

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Ranma running for his life to get away from a certain Chinese girl, not Shampoo. It’s just you! Hitting him with every attack you got while he dodged them. “Ranma, no run! Fight [Y/N]!” Just like Shampoo, having poor communication but understandable words.

“Give me a break, [Y/N!” Ranma pitched voice, cried out. Two hours of running and chasing; destroying walls, objects and almost hitting innocent people.

Ranma found some hot water to change back into a man. He flinched when you appeared, “Oh? Boy-Ranma! Good to see you.” You held out your hands to help him get up, which he accepted knowing that you’re his friend in his boy version.

“Looks like [Y/N] needs a break before chasing Girl-Ranma.” Your dark voice caused Ranma to shiver in fear, not because he was afraid of you but because he felt like betraying your trust.

You guys have been friends for over a few months. It only started out becoming enemies when you were training and Ranma interrupted many times, to your breaking point you challenged him in a battle. Ranma wins, you gave him the “Kiss of Death” and chased him around to get to Japan. When you meet the boy version of Ranma, you guys are merely acquaintances but with the repetition of meeting each other, you become friends.

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“So, that’s what has been happening?” Akane deadpanned Ranma for deceiving you. “How long have you been doing this?” Akane has a tick mark on her head, she looks calm but you can tell that she’s going to explode any moment.

“Listen Akane! It’s not like I want to keep on lying to her, she’ll probably chase me just like Shampoo if she finds out.” Ranma looks troubled but for some reason, he doesn’t seem to feel troubled at all.

“Why do I get a feeling that I don’t believe that!” She yelled at him. Akane’s hunches were right, she had known Ranma for months and she knew that he didn’t feel like his situation was a problem at all. “D-does it sound as bad as you think.” Akane stuttered, feeling a bit lost here in front of Ranma.

“Well...I don’t know. I’m not sure what to do.” Ranma stressed and struggled to deal with his situation.

“Ranma!” Shampoo bust in and pounce at him, leaving her delivery to Kasumi. Hugging him with full affection to gain his attention. Which she did, when he tried to get Shampoo off of him while Akane scolded him for being a jerk.

Then Ranme swiftly disappeared out there grasp and their sight.

“Ranma?!” they screamed

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You have successfully got Boy-Ranma out of that heated situation. He looked very stressed with them but now with you is like a new level of stress. “Ranma, ok?” you asked him with a concerned look.

He felt like the stress he had, had disappeared when you gave him a worried look. He scoffed, “Heh. Don’t worry, I’m fine. Thanks for getting me out of there.” he reassured you, which you believe.

“Ranma is a big playboy,” you called out. He started to argue with you stating that it’s not what you think. Which creates a game of tag between you two. Til the point where the sun has set.”[Y/N]’s house is close. Want to eat her cooking, Ranma?” you offer.

“Sure! Free food it is!” he agreed easily with an ego tone, which made you sweatdropped at him. Just when you guys got closer to your place, you heard a slash come from before which made you turn around.

“Girl-Ranma!” you shouted in anger. You got out weapons and began to fight her. Out in the corner Ryoga, holding a bucket which is a bit wet. You can see him whistling like he did nothing wrong but having an average day.

“Wait! Hey! Hang on a sec-Ouch!” you manage to hit him a few times. “Please just STOP!” she yelled at you, your glaze pierced with his but you did decide to stop for just a moment. “Huh? You actually stop…” he looked at you with his disbelief. 

“Girl-Ranma, what you have done to [Y/N]’s friend!” you pointed out to her. Ranma flinched at your words, going through this cycle again.

“Ranma, are you doing this again?!” Ryoga cried out. He poured the kettle over on Ranma, Akane and Shampoo came onto the scene and gasped at the situation. Ranma became a boy….

“Ranma…” your voice trail when seeing your own enemies, is your own friend has shattered your own reality. “Girl-Ranma is Boy-Ranma…? [Y/N]’s friend or enemies…” you fall to your knees in a state of shock.

Ranma slowly approached you and put his hand on your shoulder to comfort you but you slapped it away. You stared at him with a straight face filled with anger while he looked upset at your state. “Ranma, girl or boy! You [Y/N]’s enemy for eternity,” you state, pointing at him. He looked frustrated and sad at this moment, almost making you want to take back your words. But you have a pride to hold onto, you kept you took your stand and sent bloodlust at him. Causing him to jump back, just in case you want to fight with him again. But you just turned away and left him, once you were out of sight he punched the wall out of frustration. While his friends and rivals felt sorry for Ranma and tried to comfort him.

[halfbakedideas]

idiot pancake: narrowly avoided

The Doctor nearly gets run over while crossing the road.

--x--x--x--

inspired by this post by @whatsfourteenupto.

crossing the road while being distracted by a phone like that is such me behaviour i died.

fourteen felt really off so this one took ages to finish. the other ones should be quicker.

--x--x--x--

The first mistake was The Doctor getting a phone. Okay, correction: a smartphone; because he did already have a phone, a flip phone. But now they had a smartphone too after a confusingly complicated series of events involving him, Rose, a bowl of pasta, and a TARDIS trip to 18th-century Italy that totally didn’t happen. It was a mistake because it made for moments like this one.

The Doctor had accompanied Shaun on his taxi routes today and the two of them had stopped for lunch. They had just finished and were heading back, having to cross the road to get back to Shaun’s taxi.

“Hey!” he reached out and snagged The Doctor’s arm, dragging them back to the curb, narrowly out of the way of another taxi that went screaming past them. “Watch out!”

His phone nearly went tumbling to the ground with how abruptly they were yanked backwards but he grabbed it just before it could.

“Oh. Thanks, Shaun,” they thanked, looking up and down the road.

“No problem. But don’t just cross whenever you want like that, otherwise I’ll have to scrape a skinny alien pancake off of the road to bring back to Donna and I really don’t want to have to face her wrath,” he told him.

They both laughed at that — Donna’s wrath was not something you wanted to be on the receiving end of.

“What are you even doing on that?” Shaun asked as The Doctor pocketed his phone. “And please don’t say negotiations with soup aliens or buying something from space Amazon,”

A delivery truck trundled past.

“Nah, Kerblam got shut down years ago. And Soupimals have already had their negotiations for this century, which are done on flip phones, not iPhones — how do you know about those?”

Shaun frowned, choosing not to comment on whatever ‘Kerblam’ was. “I don’t? Wait — are you being serious, soup alien negotiations are a real thing?”

The traffic finally let up enough for the two of them to cross the road. They got back in the taxi.

“Yes, they are. I mediated one once — I didn’t miss having short hair more than when I was picking out dried soup,”

For the second time in less than ten minutes, Shaun pointedly didn’t think about something. This one being the very obviously implied soup food fight with aliens that, unless he was wrong, were made of soup…

“What were you doing on your phone earlier?” he asked again, instead.

“Oh, I was texting myself — older self? Bigeneration? The one who’s just dealt with a spaceship full of babies,”

Of all of the things Shaun expected, their actual answer was really tame. But also: what.

“So, he’s got a phone too?”

“Fairly sure it’s the same one as this,” They pulled out their phone and held it up.

“…That shouldn’t be possible,”

The Doctor shrugged. “If the sonic can make phones connect across time and space, then it can make it so that the same one can communicate with itself in the past,”

He had a point, there.

“Next time,” Shaun started as he pulled the taxi out from the parking spot. “Don’t text and cross the road, if you get pancaked, Donna will slap me,”

“She’d do a lot worse than slap you,” The two of them chuckled at the very clear, and very likely, mental image.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for putting knob covers on the stove that my disabled dad couldn't open?

So I (26M) recently moved back in with my parents (60M and 58F) temporarily because I'm kind of between apartments right now. My dad has Parkinson's disease and has, over the years, become both clumsier and more absent-minded. An important symptom of Parkinson's that will become relevant in this story is that he also has partial anosmia (his sense of smell is impaired).

So anyway, about a year and a half ago, before I had moved out, one day I came home from work and smelled gas as soon as I entered the house. I discovered one of the burners on the stove had been left open, and gas had been seeping into the room. I turned off the main gas supply, opened all the windows, and waited outside while calling my mom about it frantically. It turns out Dad had been cleaning the oven earlier and must have bumped the burner with his head while leaning in to clean the door. Because of his anosmia, he had not smelled the gas. I kind of freaked out and threatened to remove all the knobs off the stove, because I felt my life was in danger, but my mom talked me down into believing that it was just a fluke and probably wouldn't happen again.

Anyway, fast forward to the day before yesterday. I woke up after sleeping in late (I work night shifts now) and went to go make myself some food, but for some reason the GFI circuit breaker to the stove outlet had tripped. After resetting it, I immediately noticed that the lower drawer oven was on, because the knob had been left on. That oven is a little broken because the drawer mechanism is bent, so it doesn't close fully - I'm speculating, but the only thing I can think of is that the breaker must have tripped because the drawer was open and the heating element couldn't keep it up to temperature without getting so hot it exceeded its current rating or something. There was no gas leak this time, thankfully, but I knew my dad must have left it that way since my mom never cooks in the morning, especially not with the oven, ESPECIALLY not with the broken drawer oven. The only logical conclusion was that he accidentally bumped the knob again and didn't notice again. This time, thank God it wasn't the gas again.

I basically just told my mom that I was getting knob covers for the stove, and she agreed. So I got some on Amazon with next day delivery and installed them as soon as they arrived. I then took an afternoon nap, and then spent a few hours in my room playing video games and talking with friends on Discord. I was home the entire day, though, and he has my phone number and is able to text if he thought it would be impolite to knock or something. He didn't say a word to me all day.

Apparently, though, he got furious with my mom because the knobs have safety covers on them now. He told her he can't open them (although I later walked down the stairs, and found one of them open, and I had not left it that way - he definitely can, I think he just had trouble figuring out how at first. They're child safety caps so unfortunately they're a bit tricky to get open) and that now he was unable to cook for himself. He did not ask me to help him get them open though, and I would have done so in a heartbeat. He has not said anything about this to me at all, not even anything subtle or passive-aggressive.

I discussed it with my mom, and we agreed to leave them mostly closed but unlatched - the latch is the difficult part to get open, but they stay closed enough for them to keep the knobs from being bumped even if they are not fully latched shut. My mom agreed to communicate with him better about stuff like this. But if he asks to have the caps removed completely, it's a hard, hard no - I don't want to die in a gas explosion.

AITA for doing this?

What are these acronyms?

[levans44]

Apartment #3 - Chapter 5

pairing: steve rogers x undercover!reader

warnings: 18+ SMUT*, Neighbors to Friends to Lovers, lots of angst, heavy mutual pining, hurt/comfort, eventual smut/romance/fluff

summary: as an undercover agent at SHIELD, her newest assignment involves moving in across the hall from her target. she's strictly ordered to keep her distance—no personal contact besides the absolutely necessary. the only issue? her new target neighbor turns out to be Captain America.

author's note: an idea that's been living in my head ever since steve asked sharon for that cup of coffee in their apartment hallway. as a SHIELD agent, the reader's real name has been [REDACTED] to preserve anonymity.

masterlist

taglist: @tsofo26 @yvonneeeee @cass0419 @nekoannie-chan @felicitylemon @nada3000 @rorilisa @observantplum-blog @strepsils123

Three days after the soup incident, the dreaded red-white-and-blue elephant in the room is finally acknowledged.

And it all starts with a UPS delivery man.

She’d just finished putting her plates away when she hears faint knocking on her door. She steps out into the hallway, giving the UPS driver a polite smile before signing off on her package—an amazon order with a few small trinkets to spruce up her new apartment. She’s just about to head back inside when the courier stops her, pointing back at Steve’s door. 

“Hey, do you know if a…” He frowns, squinting down at the label on his box.

“…Steve Rogers lives here? Apartment 4?”

“Oh, yeah, jus—“

“—wait, hold on.” 

The driver whips around to stare at her neighbor’s door, eyes doubled in size.

“That’s not like… the Steve Rogers, is it? Like, like Captain America, Steve Rogers?”

Shit.

Quick! 

“N-no, it’s someone with the same name. This guy’s like… super old. Kinda heavy set?” 

Just for good measure, she gestures loudly around her lower stomach, trying not to facepalm herself as a look of disappointment washes over the driver’s face.

“Oh. Right.” He sighs, stepping back as he sets the package down with a ‘thump’ in front of apartment #4. 

“…well, could ya let him know I left his package here?”

“Sure.”

As soon as the UPS driver is out of ear shot, his feet trudging down the stairs at the end of the hall, she lets out a quiet sigh of relief. 

As endearing as it was that Steve used his real name for deliveries (as if Steve Rogers wasn’t a household name at this point), she’s knows it’s a risky move. The exact kind of thing Fury wanted her to keep an eye on.

She stands there in her doorway, wondering whether details like these were worthy enough of alerting her boss. They'd only prove him right, after all, that Steve should have moved into the Compound.

Just then, a quiet voice from down the hall interrupts her thoughts:

"Heavy set, huh?”

And she’s not sure how Steve managed to go unrecognized by the delivery guy on his way up, even with the baseball cap and dark aviators he’s got on.

She lets out a quiet laugh, embarrassment tinting her cheeks pink.

“So you heard that.”  

He slides the glasses off his face as he approaches her, slowing down once he’s a few feet away. 

He stops, letting out a quiet sigh before pursing his lips. He’s still smiling, but the lines around his lips have grown tighter.

“Thank you, for…” He diverts his gaze, glancing up at the ceiling to find the right word before he huffs out a laugh in defeat. “….that.”

“Sure.” She nods, bouncing on her heels, suddenly feeling a gust of awkwardness roll in between them. 

The massive elephant in the room, a fact that had somehow remained unspoken until this moment. 

“So…” Steve starts, thumbs tucked into the pockets of his jeans.

“So.” Her gaze flits across the tense outlines of his shoulders, the nervous light in his eyes.

Was Steve really this worried about her finding out?

“Did you…?”

He trails off, and from the way his eyes are desperately shifting across her features, she can tell he’s trying to get a read on her too. 

She nods, deciding she’d spare Steve the burden of having to spell out the obvious. 

“…I-I had a hunch, yeah. You’re Captain America, right?”

The name Steve Rogers was by no means a secret alias for Captain America—a Smithsonian exhibit dedicated to his life story obliterated any chances of that. But still, she doesn’t ever recall Steve telling her his last name, and she’s not sure if this discovery is all that welcome for him.

“Yeah.”

He nods, eyes fluttering down, though it isn’t clear whether its embarrassment or guilt that seems to weigh down his shoulders. Sucking in a breath, he steps forward,   hands raised in front of him in a cautious apology.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep that from you—”

She frowns, shaking her head,  ”—no, it’s okay, Steve. You didn’t owe me that information.”

She’s got enough guilt on her mind as it is, she didn’t want him feeling that way too.

Her words seem to put him at ease, and a few quiet moments pass by before his eyes light up with renewed interest. 

“How… how’re you feeling?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah much better.”

She breathes out, grateful for the shift in tone. 

“…and thank you, for the soup! I’ll get your thermos back by tomorrow.”

“Ah, take your time, no rush. Just glad you liked it.”

“Yeah, it was… amazing. Did you make it?”

He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he nods. 

She crinkles her nose, smiling incredulously. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you could cook. Impressive, neighbor.”

There it was again, that nickname. Rolls of her tongue as easily as all the lies she’s been telling.

“Thanks, my uh.. “ He takes a small pause, gaze faltering in hesitation. 

“…my ma would be happy to hear that. It was her recipe.”

She pauses at those words, a quiet breath escaping her lips. Warmth spreads deep in her chest, blooming all the way down to her stomach —homemade soup for a neighbor he barely knew, and his late mother’s recipe, at that.

“T-that’s…” She hesitates, finding it difficult to formulate the right response. She manages to settle on a quiet “thank you, Steve,” wondering if he knows just how much she had left unsaid. 

Exactly four days later, the burner phone lights up with Fury’s code name. 

She doesn’t mention the UPS driver. 

[perpetuallyexhaustedlibrarian]

Spooky Anime Recommendation Time

Have I got the most batshit insane movie to recommend to you all today!!

It's an 80s anime OVA, it's a mystical fever dream, it's so bad it's good, it's:

Demon City Shinjuku (1988)

Many thanks to Mother's Basement on YouTube for the Halloween anime recs!!

Okay people, here's the rundown:

The plot: doesn't really matter. We're just here for the vibes. These two screenshots tell you everything you need to know:

English dub: so, so bad it comes around to being great. The line delivery here is just... *chef's kiss.* You have to hear it to believe it. Whoever translated this movie, I just wanna talk. With such banger lines as:

The animation: absolutely STUNNING, like, much prettier than it has any right to be.

The characters: almost non-existent. We're here to watch protag-kun fight demons and kiss a cardboard cutout of a pretty girl.

You'll ask yourself questions like:

Why does that tiny man have a grenade?!

Wouldn't your mucus membranes dissolve if your spit is sulfuric acid?

Why does no one seem to care that there's a portal to hell in Shinjuku?

My rating: An adjusted 8/10. The perfect movie for getting high and watching with friends. Vibes are impeccable for sheer ridiculous fun. Reminiscent of the feel of the greatest movies riffed by MST3K.

Where to watch: streaming on Amazon Prime or your local 🏴‍☠️ hangout

Trigger warnings: animal death, rape (mentioned), epilepsy (so many flashing lights), lots and lots of cursing, some good old fashioned 80s misogyny

[freuleinanna]

the noble conversations

carer of the stars

I had an idea to write down every single conversation that takes place in the house Noble now that the Doctor is leaving with them, but we'll see how that goes. For now, I just got my own heart broken over Wilf and Fourteen, so here you are &lt;;3

Mind you, it's all dialog. It's a thing. Whatever.

"Anything good up there?" "Oh! Doctor!" "Wi-ilf! My marvelous friend. Got you a new thermos." "Ohh, you shouldn't have! Come sit, I was just about…" "And a new blanket. This one always keeps you warm! See? Got actual light-threads of Aurora Borealis woven into it, like, actual light threads! Did you know the northern lights are really magnificently warm? Ain't it just brilliant?" "Ohhh, ho-ho… It sure sparkles! The northern lights?" "Northern as they come!" "From the actual thingy? You're not saying those are aliens?" "Well… not in itself– I mean if you– Sometimes– Oh, nevermind. A warm alien blanket for the most dedicated starkeeper!" "Thank you, my friend. Oh, but it is wonderful to have you back!" "Ha-haa!" "And the thermos? Some clever thing as well? You never seem to run out of them, I say!" "Oh! Well, it's just a thermos. Sorry. Should have thought of something… Donna Kerblam-ed it today." "Ker-what?" "Oh, you know. Got it from the thing, the what's-its-name. Amazon, whatever. Same difference. Although why call a delivery service after the forests, the warrior tribe, and the fifth wettest lake in the non-gravitational space, I will never understand. So yeah… Just a thermos, really. She says yours never keeps enough warmth." "Well, this one will. Come on, sit with me a moment, keep the old man company. I was just saying hello to the skies. Been a while, yes it has." "I'm sure they missed you, too." "Oh, Doctor. Always know a thing to say." "No, I'm serious! The stars remember, Wilf. They certainly remember you, you've kept… a brilliant watch. Watched them all when nobody else bothered to look." "Ha! Says you, who travelled them. Nuh, I'm good with my personal favorites. Shame I can't see the rest, though." "Well–" "No, that's alright. Hush, Doctor. Not in the travelling form these days." "Well, I could… Hold on." "What is it? What are you doing?" "Take a look." "Oh… Oh!.." "Beautiful, ain't it?" "Doctor! But what?.. How?.." "Sli-ightly enhanced the perception abilities of your telescope, resonated the image. Added a few filters. The universe is enormous, Wilf. Now you can see it. So many more stars to meet." "Doctor…" "Oh, no! I meant it as a good thing! You still have time, I promise you that! Oh. Wait. Ohh! Happy tears. Happy tears, right. Sorry, I'm rubbish at–" "Thank you, my friend. My dear, dear friend, thank you for everything." "Thank you. For just as much." "And I mean it, Doctor. It's wonderful to have you back." "That's the thing, though. I don't want to be wonderful. I mean, not the Time Lord wonderful. I mean, not all the time. I just… want to be. With all of you." "She did get you home, didn't she?" "Yeah… She really did." "Well, I always said, I always told her she's amazing. And she missed you terribly. Heart-breaking, Doctor. I was heart-breaking to watch her. So much sadness, and nowhere to put it. Carried it around, like luggage. Never understanding– No, I know. Don't have to explain it. Just trust me, Doctor, because I've been here. I had a duty of watching, if nothing else. With you home, it's so, so much better." "A duty of care…" "What was that?" "No, it's just– Just something I used to say. Nevermind. I think you're the best man I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, Wilfred Mott. The watcher and the carer of the stars." "My Donna's a whole galaxy." "Ha! Yes, she is. And so are you." "And you, Doctor. Welcome to the family." // "So, how are the new stars, Wilf?" "Marvelous... Just marvelous." "I could tell you stories about them." "Could you really? About all of them?" "About all of them. One night at a time. That's a promise."

[wallet6464]

DRAGON X MACHO (OR SPIN KICKS AS I HAVE DECIDED TO CALL THE SHIP) 🐉 💳

This will just be me rambling about them and head cannons and stuff!

First off, why do I ship 'em?

-I genuinely think it would be a fun paring with the contrast between the two

-they have been in TWO games together (macho being champ In both)

-I just think macho would like his fun boyfriend and would think he is super sweet and adorable

-dragon needs more love

How I think they would start dating:

-I think dragon had the most obvious crush on macho thinking he was super cool

-Heike wingmanned the whole time since he could talk to macho (being in the world circuit after all)

-they acc enjoyed each other a lot and decided to acc start dating

ANYWAYS REAL HEADCANON TIME:

(With examples)

-Dragon has autism and macho doesn’t understand any of it but he still is supportive (example:)

Smm “why do you only buy dragon stuff here babe?”

Dragon “Oh dragons are my hyperfixation”

Smm “what the heck is that? Oh well doesn't matter. Here is $5000, buy every dragon here! love you babe”

Dragon “I love you too 宝贝“

(Drawing this in comic form eventually lol)

-CONSTANT BEACH DATES

dragon doesn’t mind tho he just likes to hang out with macho and macho loves to show him off and teach him how to surf (plus dragon gets to show off his cool dragon leg tattoos which is another headcannon i need to draw)

-they watch reality tv together and dragon loves to hear macho talk about the show and relationships in depth

Smm: “ that big Ed dude where do I start on HIM!”

Dragon: “um tell me his most infamous moment 宝贝”

Smm: *queue 90 day fiancé rant*

-dragon is spoiled rotten by macho, like down right decomposed rotten. dragon even mentions smth he wants and it’s his the next day

Dragon: “OMG THAT IS SO COOL” (probably a dragon figure)

Smm: “OMG YEAH BAE That’s so radical”

(already buying it on Amazon prime WITH next day delivery)

-like only Heike and soda know even though it’s really obv if people thought about it (and tbh if you asked macho he would so flex his “radical partner” or if you asked dragon he would gush about how amazing macho is as a boyfriend )

-GYM PARTNERS!!! Dragon helps macho on leg day and vice versa. Each of them are each other's spotter and motivate each other during sets.

Smm: “ PUMP IT BABE!! YOU GOT IT!!”

Dragon: “Focus 宝贝! I know you can do it!”

-dragon will climb on machos back randomly (he needs to be swears)

-Macho does Q and A live streams with dragon JUST off screen and ignores questions about him (he does a lil trolling)

Smm: “Welcome to another TUBULAR stream from SUPER MACHO MAN RAHH!”

“Give yours truly some questions dudes and dudettes”

(And Dragon just be Reading diary of a wimpy kid in the background) (is that a self projection onto dragon? Yes, it was but I’m not wrong)

-They Have a shared Spotify account and a shared playlist and they both connect their headphones and do smth together!

-on there shares Spotify their playlists would be named by macho and have really fun names (eg:)

EPIC RADICAL TUBULAR BEACH VIBES (macho’s personal playlist)

THE BAES TOTALLY SICK PLAYLIST (Dragon’s personal playlist)

AWESOME TOGETHER WITH THE BABE PLAYLIST (self explanatory)

-macho sleeps in bare minimum Pjs and dragon wears a full on dragon onesie

-they cook together but macho had a home chef as a kid so he kinda bad at it so dragon helps a lot and they have fun!

-Dragon LOVES to share his favourite Chinese dishes and macho demolishes it ALL

-play Roblox together (macho always convinces him play the dress up games but they still have fun)

Smm: “UGH who does SHE think she is getting a higher rating then my GNARLY outfit!!!”

Dragon: “ Your outfit is my favourite so it wins in my eyes!”

Smm: “thanks babe let’s beat these bogus outfits!”

OK THAT'S ALL OMG THIS IS SO LONG BUT I'M LOW KEY DELUSIONAL ABOUT SPINKICKS

if you read this far, thanks for listening to my crazy rambling about my rare pair! I love 'em so much and expect more spinkicks content in the future!

[posttexasstressdisorder]

I just got amazon to acknowledge a fuckup, agree it was their fuckup, and remedy a situation.

Over the PHONE.

With a HUMAN!

I feel so very powerful right now...

I was finally able to re-order my gummy vitamins after like four months without 'em, thanks to a timely ebay sale. One of the three arrived completely melted into a cockeyed puddle at the bottom of the jar. It's shit like this that pisses me off. No excuse for this being shipped. It was obviously fucked and seen that way by whoever "picked" it. It was a solid blob. Like it had just been left out in the sun for six weeks. The other two vitamins, same delivery box, were fine. This was an obvious 'amazon warehouse' problem with that particular vitamin.

A (hopefully) unmelted jar of Mens' 50+ Multis will be here by tomorrow evening.

So powerful...so, so powerful...fear me amazon...i am your worst nightmare...lol, er...I mean Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

I'm so damn tired of The Enshittification Of All Things...

[bitchinbarzal]

Joey | Indie down under

Jack was in Monaco, Indie still in London at their house after coming down with a horrendous illness.

Jack told her to come, that the sunshine would be nice and that they could stay in France after the race have a nice break. She’d been really hard on herself lately, strict diets and workouts to keep her body on top form for IVF.

It was day three of laying on the couch doing nothing but watching free practice on the tv, a soft smile on her face everytime he appeared on the screen.

Their dog, Nova had situated herself uncomfortably close to Indie, giving her little to no personal space.

“Nov, girlie you got you move”

She wasn’t budging, the dog stood firmly by her side, her head rested on the couch next to her belly.

“You’re a Velcro dog you know that?” Before she could continue her rant to the dog, the door rang making Indie trudge off the couch to the door where the Amazon delivery man was standing smiling

“Package for Indie Doohan”

“That’s me, thanks!”

She frowned, shaking the package “What did I order?”

Ripping open the package on the kitchen counter, a tampax box fell out. Her repeat order on Amazon coming for the month.

“I have a full box still from my last order, I thought I had it on every two month-“

It took her a moment to register before her body filled with dread.

“I’m late”

She almost fell over the shoes Jack had discarded in the hallway on her run into the bathroom, ripping open the drawers to find the tests.

Her hands shook as she held it, she hadn’t taken one in months. Jack had made her promise to stop, only letting the doctors do it as she was upsetting herself.

She read the instructions carefully, not like she hadn’t done it a million times but she was scared she’d mess it up.

Once the lid was in place she put it down on the counter and began the tap, to splash her face.

“Indie calm down, it’s probably not, you’re not do not get your hopes up” she snapped at herself.

When the timer on her phone went off, she snatched it off the marble counter immediately.

Her hands shook, knees weak as she sobbed out. The cross on the test was so red, it was so strong. She had never seen that before, she took a moment to remember this, the view of a pink cross on her test. The first time she’d ever witnessed it.

Indie sat on the bathroom floor for an hour crying to herself, holding the test and looking at it again and again just to ensure her mind wasn’t playing tricks.

When she finally pulled herself off the floor Nova was standing outside the door, looking concerned before jumping up to her inline with her belly

Indie’s eyes grew soft “Nova… you knew”

It took her all of ten minutes to pack a bag, call the dog sitter and book an Uber. She was going to Jack.

In Monaco, Jack was worried out his mind after trying to get in contact with Indie and receiving no reply. He got the notification on his phone that Amazon had delivered her stuff, ultimately understanding she would be upset because of it.

He text her before he went to bed

I love you, it’s going to be ok. This isn’t your fault In.

She never received it, after forgetting to pick up her phone charger in her rush.

It took some convincing the front desk staff that she was in fact Jack’s wife not some weird fan trying to get into his room at two in the morning. But they did finally give in after she told them to look back at his booking last year with her name on the reservation, it also helped she was almost in tears.

She tried to be quiet getting into the room, with race day in the morning she didn’t want to wake him up. That failed when she tripped over his suitcase in the dark and yelled out in pain.

The bedside light switched on immediately and Jack was startled “Who the- Indie?”

“Help?” She mumbled, hand out for him to take.

“Babe what are you, why are you on the floor?” He asked, pulling her onto the bed with him “why are you here?”

Indie couldn’t help the smile on her face “I can’t, I can’t hold it in I’m going to burst and I’ve been thinking about this moment for,since we met and yeah I wanted it to be cute and instagramable but it isn’t and I don’t care-“

“Indie calm down”

“I can’t because we’re having a baby!”

The room went silent, Jack’s mouth dropped open and indie couldn’t stop smiling “You’re-“

“Pregnant, with child, having a baby. I’m having your baby!”

In one swift motion indie was on her back being attacked with kisses “I love you, I love you”

She cradled his face in her hands “We are going to be parents, Jack”

He smiled, hand sprawled across her belly “Hi little Joey”

[monkey-network]

The Disposable Era of Cartoons

There exists many cartoons in the world that a vast majority never really bring up, and that's okay. Not everyone can watch everything all the time and you can argue that we only scratch the surface since the beginning. I've always had this deep seeded thought however of how animation's been treated, notably of tv shows. Browsing my usual "streaming" sites, I often come upon a show I've never heard of before. One just recently was Zokie of Planet Ruby, a series made by Nelvana, hosted by Nickelodeon, with its entire first season dropped on Amazon Prime on the last day of 2023. Overall, it's not a show I'm interested in, but how it was just dumped onto streaming upon other factors like that got deep seeded thought resurfacing into a theory. A theory regarding the potential era where excess is reaching its apex.

Animated TV shows I say are more arduous to make than films. Not to say films are more effortless to produce, god no, but have better limits given you'll have a set script and runtime to work off of as opposed to having to constantly produce multiple at a time for episodes ranging from 7 to 22 minutes. We work on a timeline where it's hard to believe any new story isn't derivative of already told stories, but the beauty does come in how we're able to transform them with new purposes and concepts. The workload however can be a lot many recognize but don't grasp themselves only as outsiders. The pitch getting greenlit is just the big toe in the door, finally stepping in is a matter of juggling multiple episodes a day, revising and editing, deliveries to the animators, all for the hope that it gets back in time to air. This is where I've come to appreciate The Simpsons, good and bad. Regardless of a recent season's quality, it's undoubtedly difficult to schedule fresh ideas that can stick with the same concepts for 30+ years, all to meet the quota by the beginning of the autumn season. Things have shifted thanks to streaming.

In retrospect, what felt like a novel idea was inevitably gonna turn into a capitalistic nightmare. It makes some sense that Netflix wouldn't have a monopoly on hosting every show from cable TV to be put on their newly founded streaming site in 2007. It wouldn't have been long before every other studio threw their hat in, developing their own stream sites with the properties they made and owned themselves. Competition is natural, but now you're basically spending the same prices as cable or satellite if you wanted to watch every show you remembered seeing on TV. Sites like Tubi and PlutoTV I say are the saving graces where you can shockingly find a ton of film/shows old and new for free, but you've probably seen shows and films getting removed from the sites they originate from, either to be traded to another site or written off for good because investment returns weren't a shake 'n bake. All this is because of rights ownership and a complex web of cost cutting against the people behind said shows and films. What does this mean for cartoons, though?

Like TV shows, you're gonna have a few poster boys upon a ton of shows nobody beyond avid seekers are gonna bother remembering. This has been a trend long in the making, but while many shows can be greenlit and made it can be a crapshoot as to whether the company actually believes in that show enough to market it. For Nickelodeon, it's an open secret that any cartoon not an instant hit like Spongebob, despite little promotion from the company, would be chucked onto the Nicktoons network to run out their remaining episodes. With streaming however, you'd either get something like Zokie of Planet Ruby where everything's dumped without warning or Glitch Techs where it's stuck in development limbo with half its episodes un-aired or incomplete. This isn't just with Nick however. Disney and Cartoon Network has had its fair share of duds everyone's slept on if they weren't massively eyecatching regardless of quality. The fates of their existence is dependent on who's keeping an eye on the companies. This isn't to say shows like Infinity Train and Final Space, which got removed digitally back in October and December respectively, didn't have their supporters who expressed outrage. It's to say other shows couldn't get that level of reported support, and I feel it's only going to get worse.

This is what I believe amounts to the theoretical "Disposable Era" of television, where we aren't just having companies dispose shows but create shows that are purposefully disposable. For websites designed to stream cyclically endless content, this will mean an exponential ton of commissioned projects for cheap that anyone will pick up once, never watch again, and can be written off immediately after a small period because no one outside the crew responsible would notice, incapable of viewing unless someone miraculously torrents everything. While I've brought up TV in general as opposed to just animated stuff, I personally feel the efforts and imaginative possibilities of animation count more for the generations that grow up with them as much as the influences they can have on artists. And I can feel it's discouraging for creators to know that their work can be eventually assembly lined, worst than reality tv, and then erased for tax breaks because nobody thought about them for more than the weekend they binged it all.

This is all if you don't account for anime studios like MAPPA which are a whole other horrifying story

I say "theoretical" because we aren't that far to where it could be possible. Shows do take time to make, and even if companies are pushing AI it's barely able to be anything more than an asset for certain cases. People have their reasonable fears, but an animated show fully AI generated that lasts more than 2 7-minute episodes, at this point in time, is a wet dream from investors. AI will not easily replace the craft, but the craft will be abused year after year with of how many shows get greenlit, made within a couple years, only to be thrown out when the numbers don't appease. This doesn't mean we won't get quality gems, but the rough they come from will pile more and more, and the gems some find that the majority will ignore will be written off and vaulted. I say the inception behind my theory wasn't exactly from the recent stuff like David Zaslav or Paramount's haphazard treatment of their content, it goes a little further back.

Hanazuki: Full of Treasures wasn't a huge series back in 2017, but it was one I enjoyed a lot when it was premiering on Youtube at the time. After its first season finished, Hasbro would produce a theatrical short to coincide with the My Little Pony movie in October. This is where I felt things fell apart. While the film was a commercial success, the short was basically overshadowed and I can't help imagine was what affected the series by the time it got a season two. 2019 was where Hanazuki not only got its broadcast season cut, Hasbro would basically start erasing its existence while supposedly having in development limbo since. While it was all thankfully reuploaded, you wouldn't have been remiss to know Hasbro couldn't even allow it to stay on Youtube after its TV broadcasting.

Everything surrounding rights ownership and royalties has basically developed an endless turmoil of how shows and their crew are treated. I don't blame anyone for not discussing or mentioning everything that gets to exist. Variety is never a bad thing, and sometimes people want certain things because again not everyone thinks or enjoys stuff homogeneously. It's just always increasingly bothered me that so much can get pumped out to be either taken away or left there for people to stumble across. TV's become Youtube but more business heavy where creativity is a tightrope of whether their appeal gets to live for more than a week or not. Like Youtube though, can also be lost to time to no one looking back. Let's just say David Zaslav running WB is only considered the worst because he's become the biggest face of an open secret. He could very well be the beginning of a shift that could lead us into the Disposable Era, and it's anyone guess of how bad it could get.

With all this said, I don't believe preventative hope can't exist, especially without the effort. Piracy is already doing enough for preservation and availability, even if you gotta have adblock to watch them properly. More creators I feel should learn and process the rights they can have with their properties. If there's anything I learned from artists Bill Watterson and Making Fiends' creator Amy Winfrey, is that production syndicates will abuse their knowledge of the law to do as they see fit, especially when it comes down to what you're offering them. The eventual animators and VFX work strikes could provide something more stable, but that's all in due time. How much the average audience member can retain or hyperfixate on is not something to concern, rather that it happens at all. The best solution is finding a middle ground between the disposable and sentimental; more people being vocal about good stuff they found no matter how small. There can be pushback from online lethargic asshats, but it's far better than complaining about the multitude of reboots or how woke everything's become. Something is only as disposable as nobody proclaims otherwise.

but that's all just a theory.

[beauty-and-passion]

Plans for the summer (and the winter)

Hello, everyone.

I hope the weather in your place is nice, your days are long and you are healthy and relaxed.

I am here to give you an update on all the plans I had and the ones that came out in the meantime.

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TMA

The reactions will still go on, don't worry. I started season 3 and I plan to keep them going until the end. Then I will start The Magnus Protocol too, of course.

I'm in no hurry with this series: I like to keep it going slowly and enjoy it ten episodes at a time until the end. So the updates will keep going during summer, winter and maybe up to the next year. Just keep expecting them, I definitely won't drop the series. I want to know how it will end.

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CCCC

This project got my attention and I want to talk more about it. In the last ask I got, I was proposing two ideas:

a very concise analysis of all the songs of Volume 1, made mostly of resumes of the obvious parts, a few considerations and me approving every time these characters show how badass they are.

a short post about how differently the embodiment of Heart and Mind are portrayed here and in Sanders Sides.

The survey is here, and you're still free to vote (if you haven't already). Honestly, I would love to write these posts alternating them with TMA/others, so you won't see just one topic, but some nice variety. Just vote and let me know which idea do you like the most - or if you want me to do them both! I'm open to do that too.

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LORE OLYMPUS

In my last post, I said I would write a new one for when the series is over.

Well, the series is over. And my post won't be kind, nor long: I already talked about all the mistakes of the series, so all that's left is me making fun of its stupid ideas and a finale that was the epitome of "how NOT to write a story".

It will be the first post to come out after this recap, so you'll have it very soon.

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EPIC THE MUSICAL

I just found out that The Thunder Saga will be released on July 4th, bless Jorge Rivera-Herrans for his incredible speed and his creativity. This man makes bops as if nothing, his vision is crystal clear and I respect him for that.

I didn't listen to any snippets and didn't look for any spoiler, because I want to be surprised by the songs themselves: so, once they're out, I will definitely write a post about them in a couple days.

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THE BOOK OF BILL

Once it's out and I will get it (probably from August 2nd, since that's the delivery day on my Amazon), I will become a mess and talk about it endlessly, so I apologize in advance for who I will become.

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A MANGA I MENTIONED

Eons ago, I said there was a manga I wanted to talk about. Well, that manga is finished. But I have to read it from the beginning, before talking about it. And right now, I don't really feel like it.

For now, I will keep this in the back. Maybe this winter (or even next year), I will talk about it.

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SANDERS SIDES

I am sorry to say that I do not have plans for SaSi for now - well, except for hte post in connection with CCCC. Mr. Sanders is giving us nothing, so there's nothing really new I can write.

But that doesn't mean we can't talk. On the contrary, you can still send me asks and/or tag me in some posts and we can have a nice chat about anything, from details of the series to criticism. Having nothing new doesn't mean we can't have fun our way.

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WHAT ELSE?

Those are my plans for now, but who knows what else will come in a couple months? I wasn't expecting CCCC and it came, it saw and it conquered without expecting it. So... who knows? Maybe in a couple months, I will get another suggestion and my plans will change again. I'm open to possible new things to enjoy.

As always, thank you all for sticking with me, thank you for your asks, comments, reblogs, likes and suggestions. Every feedback is wonderful and I am extremely grateful for it.

(How about a coffee? ☕)

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[ikimaru]

Hellolooo!!

I just made my very first order on a site that is not Amazon or Ali expres and I am well beyond happy I did because I got to order your stuff!! I'm so fricking excited for it to arrive, I'm so happy!!!

I also wanted to tell you that your art makes me happy on an hourly basis and your style is so fluffy the clouds are getting jealous!! I hope you can have your perfect break soon!! You deserve the world thank you so much Sunny!!!! <<333

(You can absolutely ignore the hell out of this ask I just wanted to show my pure gratitude to you for existing!! <<3)

hi! omg ;v; the first one huh I'm glad you found something you liked! <3

also if it's the first time buying from my store I wanted to remind that my country doesn't have tracking on the mail service I use so delivery times can be fast or slow kinda randomly, and if some of the items are marked as "preorder" it means they're at some stage of being made or sent to me so they can't be sent immediately! 👍

thank you for the sweet message hehe 💕 and I'll try to take a break soon, just had a lot of things to look after this month (not even fully done yet but almost)