#that godamn song is stuck on my head

[disabled-battlekukku]

Inspector Gadget!

[grape-eating-vampire]

PART 2 of

things that happened so far in my first bg3 playthrough ever that I found so funny that I put them in my notes (now proper spoilers below)

defeated Ketheric Thorm in no less than 4 attempts

freed Mizora from one of the mindflayer pods, regretted it immediately because I hate the woman

got annoyed at missing so much companion banter, caved and got the companion limit begone mod

am now running around with all the origin companions, left the druids at camp to not be toooo overpowered (luckily I'm so bad at the game that it doesn't make a huge difference anyway)

there is someone named Orpheus and eithin seconds I had the Wedding Song from Hadestown stuck in my head

reached Baldur's Gate! my 200€ pc is Suffering

slept with the emperor to get the 'Mind Blown' achievement only for my mum to walk in in the middle of it to ask me for a hairclip

needless to say she was concerned and I had to explain myself (she stayed concerned but also found it funny)

snuck into Cazadors home and met someone named Sebastian, bawled my eyes out at his and Astarion's conversation

killed Cazador!! (fuck that guy)

went through the entirety of the sewers to find Minsc because what Jaheira says is law and the quest markers in my game are buggy as hell

on a sidenote, I godamn LOVE Minsc and Jaheira as a duo they are the best

recruited Minsc obviously, also took me two attempts because just knocking him out while he was under a 'Hold Person' spell counted as killing to Jaheira :(

met Dammon again! Karlach was thrilled and so was I

talked to Gortash (he's meh) and he told me to kill Orin

talked to Orin (I hate her with all I have and more) and she told me to kill Gortash

OH I ALMOST FORGOT

Remember how I left the druids at camp? Orin snuck in and took Halsin, pretended to be him and had me almost crying

but rage prevailed, so I went around the city for about 19 years to figure out how to get into Baahls temple (I had only knocked out someone instead of killing them, making the amulet you need for it not spawn in their inventory)

finally figured it out, went in, and immediately found a clowns head from about 20 hours playtime ago

killed Orin (and got the achievement), it was great fun bc as mentioned before, I despise her

Halsin was so thankful I'd saved him that he immediately went "haha tysm for not leaving me, wanna fuck?"

so I left Wyll for him (with lots of pain in my heart, the things we do for the plot istg)

have not played since, but my most recent savefile is called "the wicked bitch is dead, long live the druids"

[bebe-tatsu]

Possible Headcanon ⭐️ "I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain"  🎶

 or “In my head, I see you all over me” 🎶

I feel like college AU SaiTatsu would be full of love-hate-full-of-sexual-tension type of interaction where they annoy each other but somehow they keep coming back for more? 

In a room full of college students, they’d definitely spot each other and get annoyed but will definitely walk over to where the other one and poke fun, play around to the point where every godamn people inside the college hall will tell them to get a room?

Friends with benefits with love-hate interaction AU, anyone? My plot bunnies are definitely jumping around with this HC Also if you know which song I got the second possible title from, then you're old(like me lol)

[hereslookingatyousquid]

We finished Good Omens season 2 last night so now I've had that godamn fucking song stuck in my head for 24 hours

[genderfluid-bat]

The fact I have a song stuck in my head but it's in spanish and I've really only heard it from block or family parties.

Like I know it. I just don't know the godamn title.

And attempting to sing is just damn I wish I could speak Spanish.

I can barely get English Grammer right on a professional level.

[lemmingsunday]

Ty for the tag

Relationship status- single

Favourite colour- teal

Favourite food- tiramasu

Song stuck in my head- ruin by the amazing devil

Last song i listened to- i'll die anyway by girl in red

Dream trip- Edinburgh in scotland because i hate leaving the UK

Last thing i searched- lynx paws because they are so godamn big

Open tag bc i'm lazy

thank you for the tag @kkomaism <3

Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: not single

Favorite color: pink and blue

Song stuck in my head: Seven by Jungkook

Favorite food: that soup my grandma makes with chinese cabbage, potatoes, carrots and meat and if it has a salty boiled egg oh my god it hits i'm so good nomnom

Last song listened to: uhhhhhh Seven by Jungkook LMAO otherwise I want to end my life by Takayan

Dream trip: like uhhh all over asia! i wanna go back to vietnam at least once, maybe thailand too, travel to taiwan with my friends and being by their side is the best treasure i have in my life, anywhere is a dream trip HAHAHA

Last thing I googled: "crueller" was trying to figure out why my gdocs was telling me to write cruller instead of crueller and wondered if i actually spelt crueller wrong somehow

tagging @yoodokjas @ekanatsume @rusquared @yukarishoodie @lee-hakhyun @headphonemouse and anyone who wants to join <3

[jamnsketch]

Blasphemous Rumours, Depeche Mode

[teal-gerard]

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[natromanxoff]

19 - The Dynamic Duo V Montreux

Hello folks. I was sitting around twiddling my thumbs and I thought I would give the old hard drive a clean up, so before I dump a load of rubbish I thought I'd better answer these before I throw everything in the recycle bin. Let's start with a lady from New Jersey who goes by the name of Dorothy who gave me a very interesting offer for the next time I'm in New York. If you're reading this Dorothy, could you send Jacky your email address so I can reply to you. I've just opened up a "secret" Hotmail account so I can send replies without pestering the lovely Mrs Smith all the time, and to test it I went to the guestbook and picked a few names at random. Maybe I should reply to the irate drummer, but if I do that he'll just reply to me and the girls in the office will miss out on laughing at him as well. Staying with the skin bashers for a mo, Ron Hansen in Madison is a drummer, and said he liked my jokes and reckons Mr Irate uses three sticks, two in his hands and one up his arse (his words not mine). Would I be correct in saying your a Zep fan Ron? Today's question is, "What do you get if you cross a drummer with a roadie?" The answer is a stupid roadie.

Moving on, last time around I mentioned a drink which we consumed in Brazil, and the charming Sonia and Dina informed me it was called Caipirinha, and a pleasant little tipple it was to. Somewhere in Australia there is a lady called Karen who is listening to the Offspring CD non-stop, so I'm gonna have to try and answer her question as she has such great musical tastes, even though she wants to know the..........(flashing lights, fireworks, drum roll) Hoover Salesman Story. ARGHHHH. Its actually a very short tale, and I think it's quiet boring but it seems to have grown in stature over the years, and as always I'm gonna drag it out and start from the first skiing expedition that I ventured on with RT.

Having checked my trendy little biog mag, I reckon the year is 1980, and the dynamic duo are in Montreux putting the finishing touches to Fun in Space and we have a few days off before a tour starts in Zurich when Rog says, "Let's go skiing." He had skied a few times before and was ok at it, but I had never put a pair of skis on in my life. I said, "Lets go, but you ski and I'll just get pissed." He then went on about what a buzz it is and how I would love it, etc. As we were touring soon our American crew had to fly out, so I called up Jim Devenney and told him to come over a couple of days earlier cause we were gonna ski. Jim is a great skier and was on the first flight available and I picked him up at Geneva airport ready for some fun. That night we hit the town and have too many drinks and Rog goes off to bed semi early, while Jim and myself sat out on the jetty of Duckingham Palace with a ghetto blaster, Derek and Clive tapes, and a vat of wine singing disgusting songs at full blast, which must have echoed over to France. Suddenly we hear a French voice screaming at us and we have no idea what he was saying so we carried on goofing around, and the next thing I hear is a huge splash as Devenney falls in.

Let me assure you that a drunk trying to get a drunk out of Lake Geneva is not an easy task, but we succeed and head back to DP and retire to our rooms. I'd just got into bed when I hear a crash and go to investigate, only to find JD had gone in the wrong room and was trying to get into a baby's cot, and getting him out of there was harder than getting him of the lake.

Next day Roger, Dave Richards, his wife Collette, Jim and myself set off to Zermatt, and on arrival we stock up on skis, passes and other skiing paraphernalia (big words now!) Dinner, drinks and off to bed. Next morning we're up and ready to go, and thinking I'll never ski again after this I refuse to waste money on a ski suit, so I wear jeans. My second wrong move, the first was agreeing to go. The hotel owner wouldn't let us leave the hotel without first drinking a couple of Sambuccas, not my idea of a good breakfast, eggs, bacon, tea, toast and Italian liqueurs, but who are we to refuse. Next I've got to try and walk in those godamn boots, and we eventually arrive at the top of the Matterhorn.

The OK skiers, RT and Dave set off on their own, Collette begins a very slow trip down while JD tells me he'll stay and teach me. On go the skis, and down I go, flat on my arse. Up I get and I'm off, for all of about 2ft before I'm down again. This is not any fun. After a couple more tumbles my great mate Jim said, "If you're gonna f*** around I'm going." And thats the last I saw of him all day. Thanks pal. I'm standing there watching people ski and think, "It can't be that hard. If you stand like this, lean like that, you can ski." So I stand and lean in the correct positions and I'm away, screeching down a mountain with only one very small problem, I have no idea how to turn or stop, so as I'm flying past Collette, and she reckons I looked very worried, I yelled for some advice and all she said was, "DIVE." Sound advice, so thats what I do, and by now I'm getting wet. I wait for her and then we set off together, the blind leading the blind, with me diving at the slightest bit of speed or bend in the piste. A million years later we eventually reach the bottom of this awful slope and it's finally over. Wrong. Theres a T-bar to get on so we wait in line till it's our turn. You're supposed to put the bar just under your bum and it drags you up, but I'm 6ft and Collettes about 5ft 5in, so the bar was either in the middle of her back or around my knees, and no one told me not to sit on the f***ing thing and we bounced around for a while until we fell off. I'm now getting really pissed off with all this, "Get me a helicopter," I demanded from Collete. She told me they don't just send them, you have to be hurt. I replied with, "I'll break my f***ing arm but I've gotta get off this mountain." Realising I'm not getting a copter I light a ciggie and ponder.

We agree to split up and go with someone our own height, so I ended up with a great German guy who was really helpful. Once on the T-bar I can see that it goes way up and I would have to ski back down to base camp, and in case you've forgotten, I can't ski, so I said that I was gonna bail out, and jumped off. I then head of in a straight line to the cable car, skis on the shoulder and wading through 3ft of snow in a pair of very heavy and very cold jeans. What seemed like hours of wading I make civilisation and head to the bar for a triple strength coffee and a triple scotch while everyone gawked at me cause I looked like I had a shower fully clothed. Yeah, I wanna do this again.

Dinner that night was great fun for the others cause they got to take the piss out of me. Their day will come. The rest of the nights activities shall remain sealed away, but a good time was had by one and all. The tour went smoothly and I try and put Zermatt behind me, except Collette, still to this day, takes great delight in telling everyone about it, and everytime she says it she makes me look more and more pathetic.

The next winter appears and I'm at home and the phone rings, "CT, wanna go skiing?" To which my reply was nothing like, "Oh I'd love to you fabulous little drummer boy." I can't believe he talked me into it again, but this time we were gonna do things correctly and go to Aviemore in Scotland and take lessons, this was the saving factor in his plan. So once again we pile into the Range Rover and aim north. We split the driving (for a change) and had a good journey up through the snow covered mountains till we get to the resort. A usual night was on the cards, dinner, drinks and bed, then up bright and early for some lessons and a good day on the slopes. This time we've both got the correct outfits so we head off to where our little group of idiot skiers are. We're all standing in a line, with Rog and me at the end, and each person gets to snow-plough a few feet. These clowns have less idea than my first try, and it's also incredibly cold and we've now got icicles hanging off our hair. It's our turn and we both look like olympic champions, but the only thing wrong with getting it right the first time is that the instructor then turns his attentions back to the start of the line. Here I am once again standing on the top of a mountain, freezing cold with two 'things' stuck on the end of a pair of stupid boots, and I inform His Royal Highness that the next trip away involves sand and sun, no excuses, end of argument. RT agreed that this wasn't much fun and thought my idea worth considering.

We finally heard the two magic words, "Lunch Break." We're gone in search of some good HOT food and a nice beaujolais, and we found both. We also found that the hotel bar had an amazing selection of whisky, and we had to try as many as possible. We're now semi pissed and decide that as we're warm we might as well go back to this lesson even though we are very late, and the instructor looked at us and said, "Where have you two been?" Rog came back with "Trying lots of your wonderful scotch's." He was fine with that answer and we carried on trying to learn something, and would you believe by the end of the day I could actually turn and stop.

Back to the hotel for a nap before dinner. Over a very nice meal and a couple of little drinkettes we agree that it's far to cold here and we'll clear off the next day, so into the bar we go with our earlier mission of trying all the scotch's. We were sitting at a table chatting away and cracking jokes with each other and end up talking to the couple on the next table, swapping skiing stories, needless to say mine were very short, and having a bit of a laugh, when the woman said, "What do you two do for a living?" God knows why, but I said; "We're Hoover salesmen." At first they didn't believe us but we both started going on about the difference between domestic and industrial cleaners, uprights, backpack types, ones you pull along the floor. We went on about the different wattage, suction power, the amount of pressure on Axminsters and Wilton carpets, even a couple of car expressions like overhead this and thats. What the hell do we know about vacuum cleaners? But boy are we good at this. After about 30 mins of utter bullshit the subject finally changed and they wished us all the best with our door to door salesmanship and off they went to bed. We then had to reassure each other what we actually did for a living, had some more drinks and tried to work out how we knew so much about cleaners as both of us have spent most of our lives trying to stay well away from them. We spent the drive back to London having a good laugh about the one day we spent in a Scottish ski resort.

Well that's it folks, the story of a small company, R & C Taylor,..... Hoover Salesmen. I did learn to ski quite well, and whilst in Gstadd doing the Shove it album Spike flew out cause he fancied learning to ski, and the fool asked me to teach him. I wasn't much help because everytime he fell over I burst out laughing cause I kept seeing myself in Zermatt, and Spike looked just as worried and stupid as I did.

Before I go I noticed that Jacky had to get her boiler fixed and said for me not to make a comment, but little things like that spark me off and I remembered that when we were recording in the Townhouse Studios I had a little, no a big affair with the studio chef. Every three months Virgin would do a magazine for all their staff, written by all the heads of various departments, airlines, studios, video, shops, films, etc. and they would say what was going on with their particular section. Alan Douglas, who was chief engineer of all Virgin studios wrote who was recording where, and he wrote, "Queen are in studio 4, and Crystal, their main man is stoking the kitchen boiler." I thought that was hilarious, but Jane went ballistic. That's it for now.

Loadsa luv Crystal (Carpet cleaner to the stars)

[gumilac]

i have so many ice cream flavors i want to ask AHWNMSKANSB

hmmm so how about chocolate, mango sherbet, neapolitan, chocolate fudge, and peach <3

WAHH PLENTY HIHI~ thank you for sending these in <33 my answers under the cut cuz they're pretty long pft

chocolate. what song is stuck in your head right now?

THE PLAYLIST YOU GAVE ME >:(( ALL THE SONGS IN THERE,,, but hmm to be specific, i guess i'll say "suneater" by leanna firestone <333 it's SUPER pretty and cute, i really like the vibes

mango sherbet. do you prefer to watch sunsets or sunrises?

sunsets, for sure, i mean they're both really pretty but one, sunsets are easier to catch if you want to watch it, especially if you don't wanna wake up at the butt crack of dawn 🤡 and two, im more of a night person? i just like the overall calm vibes the evening gives

neapolitan. do you have a favorite scent?

uhh, no? megum- what? i didn't say anything,,, hMM SCENT, no i don't think so, nothing comes to mind, whatever smells good i guess?

chocolate fudge. would you prefer a stargazing date or a picnic date?

stargazing!!! again, the night vibes and me staring at my partner bc he's so godamn beautiful under this light up at the sky is a very nice feeling. i also find stars pretty and i like looking for the constellations i know (idk a lot but i'd like to learn more about it)

peach. have you ever gone camping? if so, do you like going camping?

yes!! a hundred times yes, camping is very calming and it's a nice experience. i like seeing pretty nature and the trees, rivers, the chirping of the birds, ack i just love everything about it

[mego42]

tagged by @bethsuglywigs and @carry-the-sky

1. Name/Nickname: meg

2. Pronouns: she/her

3. Star Sign: sagittarius 

4. Height: 5′5″

5. Time: 7.30

6. Birthday: november

7. Fave Bands: tow’rs, glass animals, chvrches, goat rodeo (which is technically a series of albums but i’m using it as a stand in for the group), the naked and famous, echos, lo-ghost, explosions in the sky, ider

8. Fave Solo Artists: amy shark, ani difranco, whitney houston, celine dion, clozee, nicki minaj, yo yo ma, max richter (who maybe is more of a composer but w/e i’m counting him)

9. Song stuck in my head: blissful silence, my coffee hasn’t kicked in yet

10. Last Show: good girls

11. Last Movie: i finally watched jojo rabbit and godamn does it deserve the hype

12. When Did I Create This Blog: not sure, i want to say 2014 give or take a year

13. What Do I Post: whatever i want

14. Last Thing I Googled: my dr’s office’s phone number

15. Other Blogs: i have a handful of urls i've collected but cannot fathom the concept of keeping a sideblog

16. Why I Chose My URL: i was masquerading as a porn blog

17. Do I Get Asks: yes

18. Following: lots

19. Followers: many  

20. Average Hours Of Sleep: 5/6

21. Lucky Number: no

22. Instruments: i used to be able to play the flute

23. What Am I Wearing: floral print sundress

24: Dream Trip: i want to do another road trip to the west coast

25. Favourite Food: cheese

26. Nationality: american

27. Languages: lmao

28. Favourite Song: it would take me 5 years to answer this and then i’d immediately change my mindd

29. Last Book Read: i have no idea tbh, i keep starting them and then not finishing them

30. Top 3 Fictional Universes I’d Like To Live In: schitt’s creek x 3

tagging @misshazelevers20 @humanbra @mbop123 @peachraindrops @blizabrth

[rainbowwritesthings]

A Place On Earth

Yanking the door open with Butchers name on his lips, he came face to face with MM and Butcher standing a bit of a way behind him. The events that lead to that point crashed into him and his heart became deafening in his ears, he could feel the knife buried into his ribs but couldn’t feel the object no matter how much he grasped at it. 

Second chapter of I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight.

Hughie stared blankly at the ceiling, blinking at the shocking white that surrounded him, everything felt numb and he was brought back to when he had gotten his wisdom teeth removed years ago.

Awareness took its time visiting Hughie and when it granted him enough presence he sat up with a grunt, his chest felt oddly tight for some reason and when his hand brushed a certain area he shivered.

Some deep part of his lizard brain was screaming at him that something was wrong, that he needed to get up and leave now. Hughie had successfully gotten out of the bed when he noticed his attire, plaid pajama pants and an oversized shirt that he had never seen before.

The numbness was receding and with it Hughie realized he wasn’t in his apartment, he was in one of the safehouses. Yanking the door open with Butchers name on his lips, he came face to face with MM and Butcher standing a bit of a way behind him.

The events that lead to that point crashed into him and his heart became deafening in his ears, he could feel the knife buried into his ribs but couldn’t feel the object no matter how much he grasped at it.

Hughie couldn’t breathe again; his lungs were filled with blood and it caked his throat as thoroughly as tar. A hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and Hughie fought it back with a strangled shout, loud buzzing was just barely audible over his heart.

Instead of Soldier Boy a very blurry but familiar face swam into his view, blinking hard and rubbing at his eyes Hughie was better able to see the man kneeling before him. The familiar rumble and what it was saying was lost to Hughie, as was the expression the man wore. Hughie forced air into his burning lungs.

“I- didn’t.”

It was too hard to breathe, he was drowning again, the bones from his shattered ribs were pressing into his only good lung. “I didn’t know. Swear to god I didn’t-.”

The way Butcher had looked at him with horror filled his mind and spots danced around his vision, from his shaky gaze he watched Butcher rise and walk off.

Fuck, was the man going to bring out his crowbar to see what he could come back from?

MM was suddenly kneeling before him; both his hands were held up and his posture was purposefully non-threatening. His lips moved continuously, and Hughie found himself trying to focus on them. When MM saw the spark of awareness, he tried to help the man out.

“It’s ok now, just breathe. In and out. Ain’t nothing going to happen to you while I’m here. Easy Hughie, in and out.”

He began taking exaggerated breaths and Hughie tried to match them with unsuccess, time disappeared and was filled with Hughie taking in shuttering breaths to match MM’s exaggerated ones with occasional praises from the medic about how Hughie was doing.

Finally oxygen was reaching it’s necessary locations in his body and Hughie realized he was sitting on the floor. He glanced around the room wide eyed, searching for something but even Hughie didn’t know what he was looking for.

MM had lowered his hands and gave the man a small smile, “there we go. Now, I’m going to grab you some water ok?”

Hughie gave a jerky nod and as MM rose to retrieve said water, he wondered where the rest were. Though he mainly wondered were Butcher had stalked off to after his brief appearance. MM made sure he was noticed before he crouched in front of him, every move was steady and easy for the shaken man to be able to track.

When he held out the water bottle Hughie thanked him, though he knew that his words were likely to jumbled for the other to understand when even he, the man speaking couldn’t understand what words escaped his lips.

It wasn’t until Hughie was reaching out to grab the bottle that he realized how badly his hand was shaking and he needed both hands to even grip the plastic. He took two sips under MM’s watchful eye before setting it down now to him, most likely making sure the man didn’t drown while trying to drink.

Hughie had calmed down from his earlier moment of panic, but now fear had replaced the panic that consumed him.

“What- “

He cleared his throat in hopes that the other words he had to say would come out less cracked.

“What’s the plan?”

MM rose an eyebrow at the question and Hughie wished he would just rip the band-aid off and tell him already. Explain to him how they were going to finish him and what they would do with the pieces, logically Hughie knew his true corpse would most likely resemble Translucants’s remains.

“So far the plan is to stay low, figure some things out before putting together a real plan on how to take care of SB.”

Despite MM not saying the full name, Hughie still flinched and saw those hazel eyes staring absolutely bored over his whole existence. MM didn’t say anything but was watching Hughie intently after discussing the groups plan of action, no matter how flimsy it currently sounded.

“No, I mean- What’s the plan for me? How are you going to-“

Hughie couldn’t finish the question. The words got trapped in his throat, stuck around the thick blood that was creeping ever forward. His chest felt tight once again.

MM wasn’t looking at him now but when he did look at Hughie his eyes displayed his inner distress, “Hughie man, we ain’t going to kill you.”

Hughie felt a sudden burst of hysteria.

“Don’t lie to try and protect my feelings MM. I fucking died alright?! Yet here I am! I’m a godamn Supe and who the fuck knows what powers I have. You, Frenchie and Kimiko may learn to be ok with that but Butcher-. He stared at me like I was a monster and I’m with him on that one.”

MM’s face morphed into a scowl, he obviously wanted to fight everything Hughie had said but instead he bit his tongue, and he shook his head.

“Almost everything you just said was bullshit man, and you need to listen close when I say that no matter what you can do it’ll never make you a monster.”

Hughie believed that MM believed his own words, but that didn’t change the fact he was a Supe in a relationship with a man who hated Supes more than anything. Personally he would rather everything that was going to happen, happen now rather than waiting for months for the other shoe to drop.

When it did Hughie doubted there’d be much left of him anywhere- and oh god his father.

“Ok, ok. Look MM you need to promise me something.”

The man gave him a long look before sighing, “I won’t promise anything ‘till I hear what it is. I learned my lesson a long time ago with Butcher.”

Hughie nodded and took a steading breath before he went forward.

“Look when I die for real and permanently, however that works. You have to give my dad an actual body to bury. I don’t care if Frenchie fixes up a mannequin, he won’t look that close once he thinks it’s me, but he needs a place to actually mourn at. I don’t- he can’t spend the rest of his life waiting for me to come home, he doesn’t deserve that.”

Somewhere in Hughie’s youth he developed an intense fear of going missing, not just because of what it meant for Hughie and the whole human trafficking thing. Mainly the fear surrounded what effect it would have on his father.

Hughie’s mother walking out the door and dissolving into the mist had crushed a large part of the man’s soul. If his son were to do the same, it would destroy whatever was left of Hugh.

MM looked at him with a hard expression before he let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his head.

“Yeah, I promise.”

Hughie let out a breath of relief, at least his father would find some semblance of peace though he knew it wouldn’t ease the pain. MM was staring at him again and Hughie gave him a weak smile, which caused the man to shake his head and stand up.

“I don’t know what’s goin’ on inside that head of yours, but I can tell you it’s way off.”

Hughie let out a small huff of laughter, and MM looked down with an odd expression.

“Now first of all, don’t panic. Butcher has something he wants to say to you. We’ll all be in the other room just in case things go south, but you should hear him out.”

Instantly Hughie’s heart picked up, thrumming adrenaline throughout his body by the mere idea of the man glowering down at him. However, MM looked so assured that everything would be alright that Hughie could only nod numbly.

He already had the man’s assurance that his father would have proper closure, Hughie couldn’t very well demand more from the group after unintentionally fooling them for however long he had compound V running through his veins.

MM leaned down to clasp Hughie’s shoulder and giving a reassuring squeeze, before nodding one last time and leaving the room.

Hughie stared at the suspiciously stained floor underneath of him, looking for answers about what he was or even just a purpose for all that he had been through meant. He heard a door open, heavy footstep pausing just briefly in the doorframe before the door creaked shut.

For many people being so close to an inevitable demise would act as a chance to confirm their faith or find a new. Any other person would be considering their fate, trying to make amends with everything that they had done wrong and begging for forgiveness.

Yet all Hughie could think of was memories his mother’s smile as she prompted a dance to a Billy Joel song. His father who had been through agony but still tried to stay approachable for his son, and who tried to maintain a bond with Hughie.

Robin who made him feel alive and like a human for the first time in his life, who cracked his shell wide open and let him experience how fun everything could be. Kimiko who was often so closed off but still learned ASL with him, she figured it long before he did but took the time to help him along so they could talk freely.

Frenchie would always call him petite and smile like he was legitimately happy to see him every time the pair met up. It didn’t matter if it had been days since Hughie saw him or just hours, the man always seemed excited to see him alive.

Mother’s Milk was a mother hen, always pestering Hughie about how much he was eating or sleeping, all with concern hidden firmly under a strong exterior.

Annie, who he now considered his closest and best friend. She would be the angriest towards Butcher when the man figured out how to kill a Lazarus Supe, with any luck they wouldn’t kill each other in the fallout of the reveal.

Finally Billy, who hated Supes as if it was the only thing keeping him alive. Perhaps it was the thing keeping him alive, allowing him to survive things that no mortal could have lived through.

Hughie could remember Billy’s arms around him, pulling him firmly against his body whether it was when they were wrapped together post cotial, or in the early morning when Butcher woke up long before he did and held the younger man tightly.

He could hear Billy whispering in his ear how the man would keep Hughie safe, no matter the cost. Finally, he could see Billy staring down at him with a look of pure despair as he watched Hughie bleed out.

Hughie knew that the despair was driven out of his apparent death and that considering what he was now that he would be lucky beyond belief if Butcher would even look at him without animosity.

His gaze kept firmly onto the floor until dark clothed legs stepped in front of him, familiar boots filled his vision and despite his best-efforts Hughie’s breath still caught in his chest. Hughie watched as dark legs bent and Butcher was kneeling in front of him, but kept his eyes away from the older mans face.

It wasn’t until Butcher let out a breath that could be mistaken for a sigh that Hughie braved a look at the other man. Butchers face was tight, every stress line was exasperated, and his lips were pulled together.

Butcher’s jaw worked for a long few moments before he looked back up, “alright lad just hear me out.”

[00gangfriend00]

I was tagged by @inyoursheets. I love reading these.

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better. 

name/nickname: kathryn. kat. katie. kate. kath. (plz no kitty)

gender: cis woman

star sign: gemini. i’m sorry. 

height: 5′6″

time: 9:13AM

birthday: may!

favorite bands: ouu, the regrettes. boy genuis. PUP, the national, frightened rabbit, big theif

favorite solo artists: paul simon, van morrison, kt tunstall, mitski, oh boy...  johnny cash, megan thee. ( taylor and pheobe go without saying, they have transceded favourite artists to just like ‘people who live in my head’. )

song stuck in my head: kyoto by pheobe bridgers hahaha, i told you ... lives in my head. I fell asleep watching her james cordon performance

last movie: my husband and i rewatched “they came together” with amy poehler and paul rudd. its stilll excellent. 

last show: the last airbender

when did I create this blog: october 2020 babbyyy. three months going strong haha.

what I post: good girls / feminist propaganda.

last thing googled: “time in france” bc i sent @bourbon-ontherocks a cute cat pic and she hasnt answered?!?!! so rude. 

blogs: I am saving all my pictures of food and will post them to a new blog for my own indulgence. 

do I get asks: when people send me a number of a question from a reblog, i feel very famous

why I chose my url: my friends and i have a group chat called gangfriend where we send rio pics.

following: 78 whole blogs

followers: 28 lovely people.  hahah im honoured guys. 

average hours of sleep: 8 + or bust. 

lucky number:  I dont have one. 21? 

instruments: my quaratine project was to learn the fiddle and its going very poorly let me tell you.

what am I wearing:  sweatpants and a blue sweater. 

dream job:  i want to run a women’s shelter. or be prime minister of canada - which, as my bf likes to remind me, would not work out well because I get real upset when I think ppl dont like me.  I still think I’d be a kickass PM though, as long as everyone validated me 24/7. 

dream trip: I want to go to Mongolia. 

favorite food: korean tteokbokki aka lil spicy rice boys. 

nationality: Canadian

favorite song: right now its ‘shampoo bottles’ by peach pit and IVY BY TAYLOR SWIFT!!!!  SO YEAH ITS A FIRE. ITS A GODAMN BLAZE IN THE DARK AND YOU STARTED IT. YOU STARTED IT!!!!!!!

last book read: ooof, the bluest eye by toni morrison... like in august. ouch.

top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: 

1. Harry potter obviously. but in a world where im not a hufflepuff like I know deep down I am.

2. an au where I live seaside, and make pottery, wear flowy clothes and answer to no man.

3. Im a barista at a local coffee shop and money isnt real so its OK to work there forever. 

.im tagging @purplemagic @joeyjoeylee @bourbon-ontherocks @sothischickshe @kenrune @riosnosestud  and anyonewho has not already done this. 

[asexualzoro]

for fanfic writer asks: 3 4 9 11 16 17 25 28 34? sorry if thats too many lmao,,

context for anyone else reading this: they texted me after to let me know to answer anchor and/or beholden for all of these

3. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter? 

anchor: im... fond of the image of Jon and Tim sitting together under a shock blanket at the start of this fic after the Prentiss attack........... its not even particularly compelling i just think about their Last Moments As Friends and i get really fucked up 

beholden: TIM FUNERAL MONOLOGUE FROM CHAPTER 7

4. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [Fanfic Name]? 

anchor: i wanted to do more with Tim’s guilt about not being able to save the original Sasha from the Distortion’s hallways, but i think i forgot and then there wasnt really a good place to put it in. Martin kind of talks about it, but eh. 

beholden: in my original plan for the prentiss attack Sasha was supposed to get separated from the crew and find Gertrude’s body instead of Martin (whihc was honestly meant partly to bully the readers/jon into being worried abt her running off on her own during the attack, and partly bc shes the only one who actually met gertrude). that didnt end up happening then, i didnt have a good reason to get her in the tunnels

9. If you had to assign a theme song to [Fanfic Name], which would you assign? 

beholden: this fic has a shit ton of songs attached to it already... inexplicable - the correspondents is maybe my favorite choice tho 

anchor: hmmmm. im digging thru my 800 song playlist and i think im gonna say well-dressed - hop along OR i told you - civilian

11. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

hmm... i think character driven? mostly bc i read this and thought “isnt all writing character driven?” which i guess answers that, huh 

16. What fanfic tropes do you avoid writing for?

uhhh i mean. i dont write or read anything ns/fw bc of being ace/sex-repulsed so probably anything along those lines

17. What fanfic tropes do you gravitate to writing for?

ive posted... lemme count here... 5 fics which include a plotline about either someone being replaced by a fake OR concern about someone being replaced by a fake, and i can think of, off the top of my head, two more id like to write if i had the chance. so like. that. 

25. What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

i wrote anchor in one sitting so im just answering beholden for this one and.... for whatever godamn reason the answer is peter lukas’s introduction. i dont know why!!! i got stuck here for a month!!!! i still dont even like it much!!! peter fucking lukas cursed me and i hate him so much 

28. Is there a part of [Fanfic Name] you’re surprised no one has picked up on yet? 

anchor: i wrote this so that it would repeat and parallel itself so much that reading it literally felt like circling / spiraling and i know people noticed this but i think this is mostly bc i told this to every single person i could. if anyone noticed this on their own they did not manage to tell me before i, very proud of it, said as much

beholden: there are some jokes in beholden no one caught for the longest fucking time and i think theyve all been picked up on by now but personally i think s1 Tim-or-Sasha (dont remember which) saying “you could injure [Jon’s] hand with a particularly strong handshake” is up there for funniest shit ive ever written and i was SO MAD no one noticed 

34. Have you felt emotional while writing a scene before? What scene was it?

again i would like to say if youre not getting emotional writing your scenes i dont know what youre writing for i make myself emotional all the time

still, hmmm. a fun fact about beholden is any time Jon gets emotional in his internal monologue abt missing his dead friends it is because i, personally, got emotional writing about Tim and Sasha (usually) and then immediately threw those emotions at Jon 

[damn-stark]

The offspring final part - Kylo Ren imagine

A/N- sorry it’s taken a while but I finally got it up hope you like it :)

Request by @evanfan96 - “you should make a part 2 to them being in front row and reader gets picked by the singer to go on stage with him and help him sing one their songs. In the end, he gives her his guitar with his autograph :) Maybe she helps with the song ‘Bad Habit?’ If you listen to it, you can probably guess which part of the song I’m talking about. She’s not one to swear so Kylo didn’t think she was going to do it but she did and she tells him it would be the only time she was ever going to do swear 😂”

First part

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It must have been the matter of fact that you were singing along to every song they played word or by word or the fact you really were enjoying yourself but they had chosen you to go up on stage and sing a song a long with them. Confusion seeped through your every emotion when they had asked you. It was unexpected but you also didn’t turn it down. After they had asked Kylo saw your shocked expression and he smiled as he saw the way even if you were confused and shocked your eyes still seemed to glow with excitement. He motioned you to get on after you stood frozen on the floor. You nodded and took their hand and went on stage.

At first you felt odd being on stage and seeing so many people watching you but you then found Kylos eyes on you and he smiled and it brought you comfort and the confidence you needed. You started singing next to one of the members and you immediatly felt like yourself and like if you had been doing this for your whole life. You didn’t miss a single word of the song and everyone seemed to be enjoying you jamming out and singing along with the band. You were a natural in the guitar after Dexter let you play on the guitar for a little bit.

As Kylo saw you on stage having the time of your life he knew that he had made the right choice on bringing you here. Yes Snoke is going to mad that you and him both left your unfinished duties on the first order base but Kylo didn’t care. Because seeing you on stage smiling and living your life made him happy.

-

After the concert was over you had the biggest smile on your face and as you were going to leave the singer Dexter Holland got down from the stage and gave you one of his guitars with his autograph on it. You hesitated but he insisted on giving it to you.

“No I couldn’t possibly take this. This is yours and you need it.” You told him but he only smiled and nodded his head.

“ I can get another one plus I think you’re one of the best fans I’ve brought on stage. Take it as a gift from me to you.” He said and you took it. You turned to look and Kylo and he had a smile on his face as he saw your exciment. “Also one other thing.. would you like to come backstage and help us with something?” You raised an eyebrow and turned to Kylo once more.

“Once in a life time opportunity.” Kylo told you. You looked at the lead singer Dexter and back at Kylo.

“What about Snoke? Will he be mad we’re gone?” You asked Kylo and he nodded.

“Its just one night.” You nodded and you agreed and followed Dexter backstage where the rest of the Band was. As you saw them their in the room you stood star struck. This band was your favorite band and you were here with them backstage!! And the singer gave you his guaitar! It felt like a dream come true.

Kylo seeing you live your dream made him happy. Made him feel feelings only you made him feel. He saw the way you got excited when The band members asked you to help them write a song for them. You tried to play it off like you weren’t dying inside but he knew that you were. This was something you always wished to do and now you were doing it and he enjoyed every moment.

“Ooh okay I got an idea!” You said excited as you ran to the side of the table and grabbed the pencil. You had been asked to help the band write a song for them. They said that you had won a secret contest they were doing on fans that looked like they really knew their songs. “Okay so for this part I got an idea for lyrics okay so for this part you could sing. ‘But when I’m in a car, don’t give me no crap ‘Cause the slightest thing and I might just snap’ “ You said to the band members as you wrote it down for them. The leader singer nodded his head and seemed to like your idea. They played the beat of the song and he sang the lyrics you had just came up with.

“That’s awesome I love that! You don’t mind if we keep that?” One of the band members asked. And you nodded with a smile.

“It would be an honor.” You commented with a bright smile. You continued listening to the beat as you nodded your head to the still new and unheard beat that Kylo and you managed to hear well along with them too. After a couple of tries you got an idea. A light went off in your mind and you jumped from your chair and rushed to get the pencil and write a lyric you thought of. “Alright how about this. ‘Drivers are rude such attitudes But when I show my piece complaints cease something’s odd I feel like I’m god You stupid dumbshit godamn motherfucker!’” A smile appeared on the band members features as they seemed to like your lyrics.

Upon hearing you swear something you never did Kylos eyes widened with surprise. He had never heard you swear and it felt odd to hear you do so. He didn’t question it because he didn’t want to rain on your parade so he left the topic untoched and continued watching you enjoy your time. After the time was over and the band members said their goodbyes the both of you headed back to the ship. It was a quiet walk but you were literally raidiating off happiness and so much energy so late at night.

“You know your swearing suprised me today. I’ve never heard you do it before.” Kylo said breaking the comfortble silence. You chuckled at his comment as you wrapped your arm on his.

“It was a one time thing I promise you that. I was just lost in music.” You said with a wide smile. When Kylo saw your smile he shrugged off the topic and let it slide. “Thank you for this night I loved it.” You commented and his cheeks got a light shade of pink.

“You deserve it. I know being stuck in the base isn’t the easiest thing so it’s just a way of showing my appreciation and uhh... love for you.” He said and you smirked as you heard him having trouble saying the last words.

“I love you.” You said and that made his heart skip a beat.

“I love you too.”

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[winchester-interrupted]

Bad Mood

Pairing: Platonic!Dean x reader, Platonic!Sam x reader

Summary: Deans been in a bad mood, so you tag along with him on a beer run to try and cheer him up - which proves to be a whole lot harder than you thought.

(A/N): Kind of a crack fic. Little bit of fluff at the end. Dean being a dick, thats pretty much it.

“Son of a-“ Dean yelled from the kitchen; you could hear the fridge door slamming from your seat in the library. You raised a brow at the heavy footsteps coming down the hall and into the room, eyes coming up to meet the annoyed green ones staring back and forth between you and Sam.

“Problem Winchester?” you questioned, trying to hide your amused smile behind a very dusty volume of the Heptameron, a book about angels you’d dug up from the Men of Letters archives. 

Dean looked incredulously at the both of you and raised his arms,

“Who the hell took the last beer and didn’t think to go buy more ASAP?” 

Sam furrowed his brows at his brother, not even bothering to hide his smile as you had been trying to.

“Dean did- did you just say ‘ASAP’ out loud?” You’ve dropped your head in your hands now, unable to control yourself after Sam’s comment. 

“It was you wasn’t it! I knew it was you!” Dean pointed an accusing finger in Sam’s direction, to which Sam just snorted at.

“Whatever dude, I’ll make a run into town and buy you a brand new six pack tomorrow.” Sam promised before opening his book back up and was back to intensely translating the ancient latin text. You looked to Dean, who was currently biting the inside of his cheek to keep from blowing up. He was too pissed off for this to be solely about the bunkers apparent beer drought; you’d noticed he had been fairly grumpy since he woke up this morning. 

You kept your eyes on Dean as he stalked over to pluck his jacket off the chair beside you.

“Screw it I’ll go now, I’m going freakin’ crazy sitting around here.” he huffed, hastily shrugging the jacket on and grabbing the keys to the impala.

“You mind if I come with? My eyes are gonna fry out of my head if I have to read one more word out of this book.” It wasn’t a complete lie, the book really was damn near indecipherable. And as much as you felt bad for leaving Sam researching alone, you wanted to make sure Dean was okay and see if you could cheer him up while you guys were out. Maybe all he needed would be some fresh air or maybe it was something much deeper, you never know with the Winchesters. 

Dean looked down at you in slight surprise, the annoyance briefly dissapearing from his face before nodding at you,

“I guess so, you ready to go like that?” his eyes dropped to the thin tanktop and leggings that you’d been lounging in. You looked down at your clothing as well, deciding to go change into something a little warmer.

“Uhh, give me just a second to run and change, I’ll be quick!” you promised, shooting out of your chair and running to your room before Dean could protest. 

You quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and one of Deans red flannels, gathering your hair up into a ponytail as you rushed back down the hall in record time. 

“I grew a fucking beard standing here waiting for you, lets go.” Dean grumbled. Sam gave you a silent look that you knew meant you got yourself into this. You gave him one back that you hoped he would understand as Fuck off, Sam. By the smile he quickly covered with a cough, you knew he understood.

The 15 minute car ride into town with Dean so far consisted of him quietly tapping along to Stairway to Heaven on the streering wheel, which covered the first eight minutes of the trip, and now a Boston song was starting. You on the other hand, debated whether you should risk Dean biting your head off to lower the music and try to talk to him in this mood he was in, or wait until you got to the store. You sighed again for probably the fifth time this car ride and Dean threw you a sideways glance.

“That’s starting to get annoying.” 

“Oh so he speaks!” Throwing your hands up you turned to face him, “You know what’s getting annoying? This attitude you’re in.” you huffed, crossing your arms and turning back to stare at the road.

“Attitude?” he scoffed, “I don’t have an attitude! If anyone has an attitude its you.” he raised his chin.

You threw him a weird look, “Dude, you just said the word ‘attitude’ three times in one sentence. Clearly I am not the problem.” You looked back out the window and thanked the gods that you were finally rolling down main street. 

“Oh my god. I’m too sober for this.” he grundled, swinging the car into the first parking spot he saw which - to your growing annoyance - was too far from the store considering the open spots much closer. Now you’d have to awkwardly walk together in silence all the way to the store. 

Or not, you thought as you realized Dean was already out of the car and walking away. With a roll of your eyes you pulled yourself out of the car and slammed the door a little harder than necessary just to piss off Dean. You smirked a little to yourself when he stopped in his tracks and turned around just to glare at you. You coldly walked past him with your arms crossed, 

“Hurry up Dean, I’m growing a fucking beard waiting for you.” you threw back at him. You smirked again in satifaction at the audible growl heard from the man stalking behind you.

You felt pleased with yourself until you glanced up at Dean, still visibly annoyed, and your heart sank a little. The whole reason why you came with him was to try and cheer him up, not make him even more angry, although he was the one that started it. Still, you decided as you struggled to keep up with his long strides towards to beer section, you would try to be civil and calm him down at the very least. 

“Godamn Winchesters and their long legs,” you grumbled, out of breath by the time you caught up to him scanning the shelves. Taking a look around, you realized you needed more wine - it’s what the three of you broke out on the rare occasion that Jody and Donna or company came over for dinner. 

Picking up a bottle of red and a bottle of white, you turned to Dean, “Hey Dean? You think we should get this Chardonnay or the Caberet?”

“What do I look like to you a fucking wine connoisseur? Get whatever you want.” he dismissed. You narrow your eyes at him and mimick him to his back. He’s making it real hard to be nice to him. You take another second to think before deciding on both and putting them in the cart thats now loaded with beer. 

“I know we just came for beer but theres a few more things we need while were out,” you said,  now walking beside him.

“I’m not buying Ikea furniture again.” Dean interrupted. You rolled your eyes at him and garbbed a case of Jack Daniels to put in the cart.

“Not furniture, Dean, I mean groceries-“

“Didn’t you and Sam just go last week and buy all that kale and rabbit shit?” he cuts in again. 

“Would you stop interrupting me?” you snap. He shuts his mouth and turns to look at you.

“For fucks sakes Dean, I was gonna pick up some stuff to make you a pie and cheer you up out of whatever this fucking mood you’re in, but fine let’s just go home.” You sigh, taking the cart from him and walking towards the cash.

“Pie? You were gonna make me a pie?” he speeds up a little, trailing close behind you like a little kid.

“Was. I was gonna make you a pie.” you say without looking at him. Suddenly the cart hits something solid and you look up to see Dean blocking your path.

“Look, I’m sorry.” he starts. Here we go, the big apology. You’re convince this is just because he wants pie.

“Being cramped up in the bunker researching all week… I’m going stir crazy. It’s been too quiet and I’ve been itching to go out and kill something you know?” he puts his hands out in a strangling pose.

A lady walking past with her child shoots the two of you a fearful look and ushers her kids the other way quickly, almost making you crack a smile.

“Yea, Dean, noone wants to be researching for a week straight. We’re all tired of it, you’re not the only one!” 

“I know, I know, it’s just…” he scratched the back of his neck, distractedly looking around the store.

“It’s just what, Dean?” You were getting impatient with him. Yea it sucks to be stuck in the library all day reading books you couldn’t even understand, but it was something all of you had to suffer through. Not to mention it was mostly you and Sam doing the majority or the work, while Dean would dissapear half the time to work on the impala or do Chuck-knows-what in his room.

“Well, you know… you and Sam are good at it you know? And you two always spend so much time talking about it and other nerdy philosophy shit that I don’t get and I just- I don’t know, I feel like I don’t get to hangout with you as much.” he finishes, looking at you sheepishly. 

“Dean,” you say softly, you anger quickly dissipating. “You know I love hanging out with you just as much as Sam. We have our movie nights! And you’re the one that always comes to the bar with me, or takes me to get burgers when I’m craving them at three in the morning. It’s just been a rough week, okay? For all of us.” 

He’s smiling now, the first smile you’ve seen him crack all day long.

“I guess you’re right. Thanks (Y/N).” he grins at you, the frowns looking at the cart. 

“I don’t think we really need that much whiskey,” he reaches to grab one of the cases and you smack his hand away quickly. 

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“Shut up, Dean.”

He looks at you with an amused smile before he grabs the cart and you both begin walking towards the pie section, together this time.