#that's me karate kicking the spiders ^

[just-miru]

rumi, this is an emergency request. I need you to go spider hunting with me, and I'm freaking out and absolutely panicking rn

sure thing my frend!!

let's go hunt those spiders!!!

[wileys-russo]

found out today that mary is a junior black belt in judo.. fic request where she insists she can protect you (cocky af) and does show up when needed (you can think of a situation) but later there's something dumb like a spider and mary freaks out.

reader takes the mick out of her and her black belt status.

itsy bitsy spider II m.earps

"only me darling!" you looked up from the stir fry you were almost finished as keys jingled and the door popped open, the thud of your girlfriends bag hitting the wall followed by a quiet string of swear words making you smile and shake your head.

"you know babe the wall doesn't move, its still there every single time you come home and bump into it." you teased, glancing at her with a smile over your shoulder as she joined you in the kitchen.

"and do you know love that your jokes still aren't funny, every single time you tell them." mary teased back, pecking your lips sweetly and tapping at your ass with a wink as you smacked her across the back of the head with the spatula in your hand.

"ow! baby." mary gasped in shock, rubbing at her head with wide eyes. "reflexes like a cat earps, hands off the merchandise unless you're invited to touch." you winked, flicking off the stovetop and moving the wok off the heat.

"how was judo?" you questioned, hearing her rummage through the fridge before it closed with a gentle thump and you heard the sound of her chugging water.

"good! i'm bloody exhausted though, they paired me up with the new trainer for sparring and he did not go easy." mary exhaled as she finished the entire bottle of water.

"you are actually a mad woman mary. do you know any other professional footballers who choose to do another sport with a load of intense training alongside football?" you tutted, never having been overly fond of the girls favourite pastime.

but you knew judo made her happy and acted as a form of self care and stress relief for the keeper, though not one you ever pretended to understand or enjoy forever worried she'd hurt herself.

"no, which is why i know i'd beat them all in a fight." your girlfriend grinned cockily with a wink making you roll your eyes as you dished up. "here, refuel karate kid." you handed her a bowl as she kissed your cheek appreciatively.

"karate is very different from judo its-" though at your raised eyebrow your girlfriend stopped her little rant. "have i told you i love you?" she smiled charmingly instead as you hummed. "mm not in the last five minutes you've been home, better pick your act up." you sat down and looked to her expectantly.

"mary!" you scoffed when she remained silent, kicking at her as she sat beside you on the lounge and sent you a cheeky smile knowing exactly how to wind you up.

"come here stroppy." you hurried to place your bowl down beside hers on the coffee table as she grabbed at you, pulling you to sit on top of her.

"i love you i love you i love you i love you-" she repeated over and over as she showered your face with kisses, your scowl melting easily into a lovesick smile. "better?" mary beamed, kissing you properly with a loud mwah and a wiggle of her eyebrows making you laugh.

"yes. now shut up and eat your dinner."

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"baby come to bed, please! i'm tired and i want a cuddle." you groaned halfheartedly, unable to hold back your laugh as mary insisted on showing you a new move she learned today she'd spent a while perfecting.

"look babe i promise this is much more impressive when there's an actual person being flipped and not just my verbal description. promise! consider me your personal security guard, i can always protect you." mary assured as you shook your head.

"mary my love for the hundredth time i believe you, in fact i have never questioned that. now come to bed!" you laughed and made grabby hands which of course were ignored. "oh i know! you can help me demo, then you'll really understand." mary perked up as your eyes widened.

"absolutely not. mary-mary!" you squealed as before you could blink you were yanked from the warm safe cocoon of your duvet and your feet hit the carpeted floor of your bedroom.

"right. so as i was saying-" you continued to protest and it continued to fall on deaf ears as she just talked over you, walking you through the move as she grabbed your hands and swiftly turned you around.

"-and then you drop the shoulder, twist the wrist and flip!" you grunted as suddenly you were upside down momentarily before your back hit the mattress and you blinked in shock.

"see! way more impressive." your girlfriends cheshire like grin appeared above you as she jumped on top of you, legs either side of your hips. "do not manhandle me like that again i am not a crash test dummy!" you warned, pushing at her shoulders and flipping your positions.

"thought you didn't mind being tossed around baby." mary smirked, hands on your hips and pulling you down properly on top of her. "don't distract me with sexy talk earps. i. am. not. your. judo. partner!" you smacked her repeatedly with a pillow as she held her hands up to try and shield herself.

"i know...you're much better looking." "mary!"

you awoke several hours later to a scream, bolting upright in bed and clutching at empty sheets where your girlfriend had once been soundly asleep beside you, heart racing at her absence.

scrambling to your feet and cursing under your breath you looked around for a weapon, grabbing the first thing you could which was the bedside lamp, yanking the chord from the wall as you took a shaky breath.

but hearing mary yell out your name again you frowned, all but kicking open the bedroom door and brandishing the lamp around, swinging it as if to hit an invisible attacker with every step until finally you rounded the corner into the kitchen.

"what happened? whose hurt? was there a break in? do they have a weapon? did they steal anything?" you started to fire off question after question, alarmed greatly by the way the taller girls face was white as a sheet and she shook like a leaf, clearly panicking.

"kill it!" was all mary barked out shaking her head as you frowned. "kill who? all i've got is a lamp!" your own head darted around anxiously, taking in the seemingly empty house around you. "that! chuck the flaming lamp at it then we can get a new one!" mary demanded as you stepped closer and followed her outstretched finger.

"mary alexandra earps." you started slowly, placing the lamp down on the counter slowly. "please do not tell me you just woke me up screaming the house down at 3:42am...for that." you deadpanned, hands on hips and glaring her right in the face.

"baby less talking. more smacking or stabbing or burning or swatting-just kill it!" mary ordered again, backing away even further until she hit the counter behind her.

"mary. i thought we were being robbed!" you snapped, exhaling and rubbing your temples with your fingers, your half awake pre panicked state causing a headache to come on. "well he's hardly on the lease is he!" mary snapped back with a huff.

the 'he' in general was an itsy bitsy black spider, barely the size of a two pound coin, huddled just above the top of the fridge minding his own business.

"jesus christ mary you're literally a black belt in judo and you can't kill a tiny weeny spider?" you mocked sarcastically, rolling your eyes and turning to rummage around beneath the sink for the fly swatter.

"it's huge! and hurry, and its got those evil beady little eyes that are just following me around and-" you tuned your girlfriend out at that point, grabbing the fly swatter and within seconds all that was left was a small black smear which you promptly on your tippy toes wiped with a tissue and dumped in the bin.

"well now that seemed a bit harsh, you could have relocated it babe." mary chimed in, though at the very slow way you turned to face her, bags under your eyes which were narrowed into a murderous glare she paled once more.

"sorry, thank you darling. i love you, so so so so much!" mary tried again with a smile as you only hummed, flicking off the kitchen light engulfing her into darkness and stomping back off to the bedroom.

when mary joined you a few minutes later your face was illuminated by the soft glow of your phone screen. "what are you doing?" your girlfriend asked gently, rounding the bed to her side, still cautious of how you might be upset with her.

"opening all my online dating profiles back up, but adding in my bio that you need to be able to kill bugs to date me." you replied nonchalantly, the goalkeeper shooting up bolt straight beside you. "you're what!?" she asked in disbelief, scoffing as words failed to come to her making you chuckle with a small smile.

"not really, idiot." you nudged her as she sighed deeply with relief, laying back down in bed and knowing she deserved that after the wake up call.

"what are you really doing?" she asked curiously, head rolling onto your pillow as she squinted at your screen you made no move to hide from her.

"editing your wikipedia page to say you're a black belt in judo whose terrified of itsy bitsy tiny little spiders." you replied honestly this time, mary humming with a nod as she settled back into bed, eyes closing momentarily before they slammed open again.

"oh well thats a relief i thought that-wait you're what!?"

[zorosleftmantit101]

One piece reactions to seeing a spider inside!

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Buggy, Law, Ace, Shanks, Kid, Killer, Benn.

A/N: incase you guys are in anyway similar to the ppl on tiktok THIS IS SATIRE do not tell me to kms because you think im wrong because I am always right in-fact I am oda.

C/W: if you don't like spiders or if u get sad about bugs being smooshed

Luffy: picks it up so confidently puts it in his pocket it bites his ass and he sits on it, this all happened consecutively within five minutes and he's so sad he makes a grave for him.

R.I.P

Redgy

12:30 - 12:35

Zoro: Didn't see it steps on it goes on with his day.

Sanji: karate kicks it.

Buggy: feeds it to his pet lizard yes Buggy has a pet lizard.

Law: He doesn't care like at all, he's kinda like, how the fuck did you get in here.

Ace: screams at the top of his lungs is standing on the table kicking his feet hysterically crying and throwing up.

Shanks: the exact same as Ace except his scream is super high pitch like glass shatteringly high pitched.

Kid: blows it up

Killer: blows kid up for putting a whole in the floor

Benn: shoots it for shanks while he's still screaming.

[greeneyedsigma]

Ghost: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Gaz: Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk?

Price: *sighing* Ghost.

Ghost: Fuck shit up out there, but don’t die.

Soap: *wiping away a tear* So inspirational.

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Ghost: What kinds of sounds annoy you?

Gaz: Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones?

Ghost, now interested: Lets say imaginary.

Gaz: Spiders wearing flip flops.

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Laswell: The only straight I am is a straight-up badass.

Price, caught off guard: *laughs mid-drink, inhales drink, chokes*

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Gaz: You use humor to deflect your trauma.

Ghost: Awww, thanks-

Gaz: That’s not a good thing.

Ghost: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

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Gaz: How many children do you have?

Price: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.

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Soap: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Ghost: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!

Price: No.

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Soap: You know what I learned from my friendship with Ghost?

Price: There’s no such thing as too mean?

Laswell: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them?

Gaz: Always hold a grudge?

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Price: Rules were made to be broken.

Laswell: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Gaz: Uh, piñatas.

Roach: Glow sticks.

Soap: Karate boards.

Ghost: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Price: Rules.

Laswell:

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Soap: It's locked. You got a lock pick?

Price: Yeah-

Ghost: *kicks in the door*

[metalhoops]

O how he loves you, darling boy. Oh how, like always, he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith against the night. - Richard Siken

“There’s something outside my window.” 

Eddie stood in the doorway, shoulders slump and slack from lack of sleep. Steve knew this routine. They’d fallen into it unexpectedly. After Eddie got out of the hospital, he’d come to stay with Steve until they could clear his name. 

They’d hunkered down in his childhood home, the wooden walls of which Steve knew inspired wild imaginings. The shadows cast from the trees on the pool mixed with the silver moonlight and danced like the hair of a dead girl on the surface of the water. They were Steve’s demons. Eddie had brought his own to the Harrington’s house of horrors. 

Steve knew paranoia. They were old partners. Paranoia crept into your bed in the dead of night, apologised for waking you, and kept you guessing with its cold feet and fitful tossing. 

“Let me take a look,” Steve uttered, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed. They dangled inches from the floor but in the blackness, they might as well be hanging over the edge of a precipice. 

He strode barefoot into the hallway, feeling the chill of death in the early April air. In the daylight, the hallway was metres. In the dead of night, it was miles. Eddie trailed after him, acting as a wave in the wake of a boat. In the night, anything could look like the black water of Lover’s Lake. Eddie’s breath on the nape of his neck was all Steve needed to remind himself he wasn’t drowning. 

He surveyed Eddie’s room, switching on the lights, opening the windows, and pacing in strange circles as though mapping sigils in the floor. He checked the closet and behind the door, before he crawled under the bed and felt Eddie slide in beside him. The two were crushed together in the small space, staring at mattress slates. 

There was an intimacy in the confined darkness and a strange, childlike comfort in hiding away from some unknown yet likely imaginary force. Steve felt the rise and fall of Eddie’s shoulders, signalling the slowing of his breath. There was nothing in the darkness, not yet, not anymore. 

“Can you stay here tonight?” Eddie asked. 

It wasn’t the first time he or Steve had posed the question but usually, there was more beating around the bush. They’d both grown tired of formalities. Steve had known the second Eddie showed up at his door that they’d end the night in the same bed. He liked it, more than he cared to admit, more than he should. Like many things in his life, Steve tried not to overthink it. 

“Yeah, long as we’re sleeping on the bed, not under it.” 

“I don’t know, man. You seen the view? That dust bunny? A must-see. That dead spider—.”

“The what?” Steve cursed, shifting closer to Eddie. He felt something crawl over his exposed ankles and kicked out against the blackness. 

“Cool it, karate kid, that was a joke,” Eddie cackled as Steve continued to mutter profanities under his breath as he crawled from under the bed. 

Eddie followed Steve’s awkward little army crawl, tugging at the boy’s ankle and dragging him backwards so he could take the lead. 

“Breaker, breaker this is Eddie the Banished calling for Top Gun King, do you read me,” Eddie breathed into the palm of his hand. Reenacting some unseen scenario Steve couldn’t quite follow. 

For a moment the boy wondered what his life would’ve been like, in another world where he and Eddie had grown up together, instead of himself and Tommy. He wondered if there would’ve been more years of strange yet striking whimsey, that Tommy and by default Steve, had grown out of at a startlingly young age. 

Eddie feigned a strange and static crackle as he clambered into bed and crawled beneath the covers. Steve followed, sliding in beside Eddie. The boy nudged his side as though waiting for something. 

“Rodger?” Steve attempted lamely. 

He wished he knew how Eddie mustered up the sudden lightness. He wanted to be a part of the world the boy escaped to in the dead of night when all Steve was left with were monsters and memories. 

“I’m sorry. I’m not good at this,” He apologised seeing Eddie’s wild eyes trained on him. 

Whenever they were together, Steve couldn’t help but feel like Eddie was asking something of him without saying it. Steve wanted nothing more than to give it to him. If only he could work out what it was. 

“It’s not hard once you’ve done it a few times. You’ve just gotta learn the magic of ‘yes, and.’ Let your hair down a little bit, boy wonder.” 

“I hate to break it to you, but my hair is as down as it gets... Since, you know...” Steve gestured vaguely at himself. 

Eddie’s eyes lingered on the hollow of his collarbones and the hint of chest hair, snaking like vines beneath his low-cut shirt. Steve noticed. He was good at noticing things. In the same way he knew Vicki liked women, he knew Eddie liked men. He was startlingly good at noticing that kind of thing. 

“Don’t wear Farrah Fawcett hairspray to bed? Colour me surprised,” Eddie spoke reaching out as though to touch Steve’s hair, before letting his hand fall in the space between them, thinking better of it.

That was the thing between them. They could sleep together but they couldn’t touch each other in the way they wanted. That would be admitting to something Steve wasn’t ready to commit to. It was his own personal secret, not from Eddie but from himself. Eddie was just a bystander bearing witness to the civil war of Steve’s heart and his better judgment. 

“Say your goodbyes to Henderson because next time I see him he’s dead,” Steve whispered. 

Eddie shifted, settling down for sleep as they’d done other nights. They never talked for long. If they talked it would be an admission that the two of them sleeping together was as much for pleasure as it was for necessity. Steve lay beside Eddie feeling as though his body were a room he was outside of. 

He tried to push the surge of emotions down, as he had all other nights. He felt as though he were holding his head underwater.

The past and the present tangled like fingers through unkempt hair. Unrelated guilts intertwined inextricably. Steve felt like he was drowning, laying beside the body of a boy he wanted to cling to like a life vest, while his eyes lay locked on the black shadow beyond the half-shut curtains. The swimming pool, where a girl had been dragged deep into the blackness. Steve was back at Lover’s Lake. He was in love and he was drowning. 

“Steve, are you okay?” Eddie was on his side, looking at Steve’s profile. 

His heart had circumnavigated his chest and worked its way up into his mouth, making it hard to breathe, hijacking his ears with the erratic beat. 

He tried to use Eddie’s voice to centre himself, to detangle the threads of history from histrionics, so all that would remain was himself and a boy in a bed with hair like history repeating. Steve had hands that wanted to undo time.

He remembered years before when Nancy had been the one that’d made his heartbeat throb like an infected wound. He knew logically, the emotions were the same. He’d sunk into Nancy’s body as one wades into deep water. He wondered what it’d be like to do the same to Eddie. Moreover, what it’d be like to be the water. To be a geyser by the ocean both filling and full. 

He couldn’t breathe. 

“I think I’m dying,” Steve whispered, finding his voice fractured by the thrum of his heart. Eddie’s face shifted to a look of understanding. 

Eddie’s hand was on his cheek, turning Steve to face him. 

“Look at me. You’re not dying,’ Eddie’s voice was stern and self-assured. 

Steve wanted to believe him. He couldn’t. Eddie’s fingers drew circles in his flesh. 

“Can I show you something?” Eddie asked. 

Steve’s throat was clogged shut, still holding his haemorrhaging heart. He nodded. 

“You’ve got something behind your ear,” Eddie muttered, pulling his hand back from Steve’s face to reveal his guitar pick, held on a necklace string. A magic trick.

It shook something loose, deep inside him. He doubled over, buried his face in Eddie’s shoulder and laughed. He took gasping inhales of Eddie’s skin, breathing in cigarette ash and musky cologne.

“That was so lame,” Steve gasped when he found his voice. 

“You loved it,” Eddie argued. 

“I loved it and it was lame,” he confirmed shaking his head. 

A hush fell over the boys. Not the quiet of sleep, but the stillness of contemplation. 

“You want to tell me what that was all about?” Eddie spoke, leaving it for Steve to pick up or push away. 

What was he supposed to say? ‘I want to kiss you and it scares me shitless.’ 

“I thought I saw something,” he replied lamely. 

Eddie’s brows furrowed. They both knew nothing was out there but when you’d been through what they had, some days logic wasn’t enough. It was a lie almost big enough to cover the scope of the truth. 

Eddie shifted, tucking his knee between Steve’s legs, pulling them together so the two were chest to chest, breath mingling.

“We’re fine,” Eddie said with conviction as though speaking the words could somehow make them true. 

They were back to the same old routine.  

The two boys lay crushed close together, leaving space in the sheets for all the things unspoken between them, all the vampiric night horrors that’d burn up come daylight. 

What would remain of the feelings come morning, Steve didn’t know but with his eyelids heavy and Eddie’s hand feather-light on his hip he stopped struggling against the tide of weary want and worry. He closed his eyes, leaned into Eddie’s body and let the feelings crash over his head, a wilful sort of drowning. 

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

TAVROS: yOU MAKE ONE MORE CRACK AT ME, i AM GONNA... dO, sOMETHING TO YOU!

VRISKA: Oh, yeah, Tavros? What you gonna do????????

TAVROS: i'M GONNA, kICK YOUR, hEAD!

VRISKA: ...My head.

TAVROS: yEAH,

VRISKA: Not my ass?

TAVROS: ...yEAH!

VRISKA: All right then, let's see it, huh? KICK MY HEAD!!!!!!!! Come on, troll karate king, I wanna see you kick above your waist! Show me that ROUUUUUUUUNDHOUSE, show me that SWEEPING CRANE KICK, that your troll kung fu master taught you!

KANAYA: Okay You Two Calm Down

KANAYA: Vriska Tavros Is Not Going To Kick Your Head

VRISKA: Why not??????? It's the most vulnerable part of the body!!!!!!!! That's what Sensei Tavros taught me!!!!!!!!

KANAYA: Okay It Was A Dumb Threat Stop Rubbing It In I Am Sure If He Could Do It Again Hed Say Ass

VRISKA: Uh-uh, uh-uh. You know, if you want to kill a spider, what do you do???????? Huh???????? You cut off it's HEAD! Where does the fish rot from???????? The HEAD!!!!!!!! Take out the head and the whole thing goes down!!!!!!!! That's why a fisherman always goes for... THE HEAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!!

[headingalaxys-spicy]

can i get a scenario for germany, japan, america, england, and canada where they FINALLY are able to break into their S/O’s house and everything is great and perfect until they find out: their S/O is the most ungraceful sleeper ever. they’re snoring loud asf, drooling, doing cartwheels in bed, about three limbs have made their way off the bed, it’s just embarrassing.

i’ve always wanted to read a scenario like this bc usually they’re sleeping so ~quietly and cutely~ but i saw logs in my sleep and kick so i think it would be pretty funny to see them react to a more ~robust~ sleeper like me

My brain couldn’t think of a full scenario but it came up with these short Headcannons.

Still hope you enjoy though. :)

America 🇺🇸

He’s going to bust out laughing when he sees you with your feet on the wall, knees bent, and head turned to the side, where a snot bubble is coming out. His laughter, of course, is loud enough to rouse you from your slumber.

When you’re captured, he will get you melatonin and an extra large king-sized bed. He doesn’t want to be karate-kicked by you.

Canada 🇨🇦

He has to cover his mouth from almost screaming. Matthew sees you while half of your body is on the wall. At first, he thought you might have been a giant spider on the wall. Your legs were splayed out wide as your arms did the same.

When he takes you, he’ll inject you with a tranquilizer so it can prevent you from kicking or hitting him in your sleep. Just like his brother, he will get a super king-sized bed with plushies to prevent himself from taking damage in bed from your wild-style sleep cycle.

England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Mans is shook when he saw he saw you with one leg behind your butt while the other was off your bed while both hands were above you. Your mouth was wide open, drool coming out & you were snoring.

He’s going to take you to a sleep specialist to see why you sleep the way that you do. Arthur will also have you burn yourself out with (inset favorite outdoor activity), give you herbal sleepy tea, and sleeping pills to see if that can get you to sleep properly.

Germany 🇩🇪

At first, Ludwig is going to think had you already survived a break-in/robbery attempt? That worry will quickly subside when he sees your sleeping form move to contort again/

“Mein Gott! Ist das nicht schmerzlich?” (My god isn’t that painful.)

When you’re captured he’s totally going to take you to a sleep specialist. He’s traumatized from seeing you use 60% - 70% of your body weight concentrated on just your neck …. While yuo were upside down. Your legs were also midsplit in mid-air.

“So Y/N is an acrobat in their sleep. Duly noted.”

Japan 🇯🇵

When he sees you he has to prevent himself from screaming when he sees you halfway off your bed. One arm is under your torso while the other was out in front. Your legs were above your head while your stomach was stretched out.

When you're captured, he’s going to have a routine bedtime for you and try to prevent you from turning into the girl who comes out of the TV in “The Ring.” So expect lots of hot sauna time, massages, and fancy herbal teas to relax. He will also have you in a Zazen position to try and quell your chaotic sleep habits.

[wafflesandd1ck]

A real conversation with my mom, while helping her make dinner:

Mom: hey sissy, can you open this ranch for me?

Me: *opens it first try * That's man shit!

Mom: *snorts* Man shit, huh sis? What the hell is man shit??

Me: *with zero hesitation* Going to parent teacher conferences for your kid? Man shit! 👏

Me: being emotionally vulnerable? Man shit! 👏

Me: telling your homies to keep clear communication in their marriage? Man shit! 👏

Mom: *laughing and watching me like ive grown a second head* sissy!

Me: *doing dagger hands cuz now I'm on a roll* viewing your partner as an equal and NOT your mother? MAN SHIT 👏 👏

Me: *karate kick* being comfortable in your masculinity and letting your women paint your nails? MAN SHIT! 👏

Me: *stomping with each word* KILLING SPIDERS. AND. DOING. BOOGYMAN. CHECKS. FOR YOUR TODDLER. AT. THREE. AM!?? MAN SHIT!

Me: *hands in the air like I'm in church* OPENING JARS!? MAAANN SHHHIITT!!

Mom: *tears are rolling. Her legs are crossed, and she's bent over the counter gasping* Are you a man, sissy?

Me: I. AM. A. MAN!! I DO MAN SHIT WITH TITS!!

[stinkygirl009]

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Johnny Cade trying to get y/n to tell them the truth.🌧️💋

Lil imagine lol🎀

Johnny going to his girlfriends house after a fight with his parents 🎀💋🌧️

Johnny Cade! Headcons🎀

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Dallas Winston

Dallas Winston one shot. 🌧️

You accidentally wake Dallas up🎀

Dallas celebrates your birthday🎀

Dallas and Darry fight Johnnys dad🌧️

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Working on! The good, the bad and the dirty.

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Basically about y/n getting their ass kicked in blackjack 🎀

Darry C.

Darry and dally fighting Johnny dad🌧️

Got caught Flirting with an old friend🎀

How Darry would cuddle🎀

He lets you tie a bow on his bicep 🎀

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Small series! Billy Hargrove X y/n 🎀

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Spider-Man: across the spider verse

Miguel O’Hara

Miguel putting stuff higher on shelves to mess with y/n 🎀

Miguel being a soccer mom 🎀

Y/n putting crystals on his head lmao 🎀

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Cobra Kai / karate kid

Johnny L.

Johnny Lawrence trying to convince y/n to dirt bike over his friend 🎀

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Monkeybone🐒

A little annoying Stu Stu Miley annoying his lover🎀

[wicked-jade]

For the WIP ask game, 💖 and 🖋️ for Heroes in a Half-Shell, Karate DILF and I Get a Kick Out of You (or whichever WIPs you'd like to talk about!)

Thanks for the ask! Sorry it took me so long to get around to answering! 💖

Heroes in a Half-Shell:

💖 [Heart] What is your favorite moment in this WIP?

So far, it was probably the bit about the Spider-man pajamas in Ch. 1. That little exchange between Johnny and Robby still makes me laugh. Either that, or the convo between Johnny and Bobby in Ch. 3. This bit in particular might be the most in-character line of dialogue I've ever written:

“Oh please, lady! Like your kid’s even old enough to know what I’m saying. It can’t even hold its own head up on that weak little neck,” Johnny snapped, rolling his eyes at their scandalized faces before stomping back to his car.

🖋️ [Pen] Describe your WIP in a single, terrible sentence.

Johnny Lawrence has a mental breakdown trying to remember when a Ninja Turtle looks like.

Karate DILF:

💖 [Heart] What is your favorite moment in this WIP?

Either the first chapter, when the kids are all making their Valentine's gift suggestions (I love writing those group scenes with Johnny and his students), or the scene where Johnny and Sam go grocery shopping. I just really love writing those two, they have a fun dynamic.

🖋️ [Pen] Describe your WIP in a single, terrible sentence.

Johnny Lawrence tries to make up for 36 years of missed Valentine's Days all at once.

I Get a Kick Out of You

💖 [Heart] What is your favorite moment in this WIP?

I really love the scene in Ch. 2, when Johnny takes the boys to IHOP. All of his scenes with Robby and Miguel were really fun to write, but especially that one.

🖋️ [Pen] Describe your WIP in a single, terrible sentence.

Johnny Lawrence is sent into a paranoid tailspin when a secret admirer shows him the tiniest hint of affection.

[luxxtuxx]

'Get Some Rest, My Little Rockstar'

Hobie + Child!Reader THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE, I also cried writing this (multiple times) TW: Character death ANYWAYS ENJOY!

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This was supposed to be a normal day in hobies universe swinging around doing patrol, then a villain struck tearing apart a building. He managed to save a lot of people, but something felt off when he was pulling the last man out of the rubble, his spidey senses were tingling. He followed them. The stronger they got, the more he could hear it. A baby sobbing and screaming. He pushed a large chunk of rubble away to find a little baby in a carrier thrashing around.

He picked up the baby and gently rocked it. "Hey, little rockstar. Dont cry, ill be okay I promise. Spider-Punk has got you" He picked up the carrier and carefully walked out of the rubble. The first thing he did was take you to the hospital to make sure that this little baby was okay. the hospital said that either hobie could keep you or register you into the foster system. Hobie took you with him, he took some cash he had stocked away out. He looked at you, you were gonna be the only thing in his life he wanted consistency of. "C'mon rock star! Let's go find you some punk clothes."

Now, hobie wasn't the type to enjoy dressing up, but finding little baby punk clothes to put you in warmed his heart. You were his pride and joy now. A few months later your first word was 'punk' and after learning a few more words, hobie was called 'papa punk'

You grew up like a chaotically smart devil. Hobie constantly encouraged you to try things, you weren’t a spider person, but HQ loved having you around. Hobie enjoyed watching you try everything, and not stand by and be a cookie-cutter kid. You were allowed to wear whatever you wanted and do what you wanted (Within reason)

By the time you were 8, you had earned a black belt in karate, you could play your mini electric guitar pretty well, had been kicked out of 3 different schools for starting fights, and you could read just under 200 words per minute, and you had a secret cat that Hobie hasn’t found out about for 2 months. People thought that hobies yes as much as possible method would you into a monster, but it didn't you were often extremely kind and well versed in etiquette.

Hobie loved rocking out with you, he enjoyed time with you. He was a classic dad at times, making fun of you in front of your friends, or trying to embarrass you in front of your crush. Watching you grow up was his favorite thing in the whole world... Until 4 years later, an anomaly villain reached his universe, you were doing as you normally did helping old people and little kids evacuate the area. Hobie and then the entire squad including Miguel were helping out. Then it happened, a torn-up pipe the villain had thrown slashed a large cut through your side. Hobie heard you scream and immediately ditched the group to run to you, run to his kid, his pride and joy.

You fell down not having the strength to stand, he caught you in time, "Hey kid, cmon keep them eyes open okay? Im gonna get you to HQ and the nurses are gonna heal you up. hold still." he tried to lift you carefully, he sat you back on the ground after he heard you scream in pain, "Kid, I can't lose you, Stay awake" you weakly pull his mask up, wanting to see his face one last time. "Papa punk, You lived 20 years without me, I'm sure you can do it again" Hobie teared up and hugged you close "Im not gonna let you die." "Hey Dad, can I ask you somethings before I go??" his heart shattered. "Yeah, kid, anything"... he pulled away and kissed your forehead "At any point, even for a second....Did I make you proud?" that question made hobies heart hurt so bad "Every single second of every day you were in my life I was proud of you." you nod. "I don't want to go to Valhalla looking like a loser.... can I borrow your leather jacket for a bit?" hobie took off the jacket and slipped it on you. "Papa punk?" he stares at you, "Smile, I'm your canon event. Events are meant to be fun. Smile once last time for me papa" Hobie forced a weak smile at his child's request, ignoring the tears slipping out of his eyes. "Papa don't cry... You'll ruin your eyeliner" You laugh weakly and hobie smiles a small bit at your laugh... "Im sure you are tired kiddo" he kissed your forehead again as the last breath slipped from your lips

"Get Some Rest, My Little RockStar"

Bonus: Hobie had you cremated and put your ashes in a bunch of resin art so he could walk around his boat and you'd be there with him. He keeps a necklace on him with your ashes inside, every mission he completes. he kisses the small vial and say 'we won'. He still plays the guitar, mostly your favorite songs with a guitar pick he had you paint him when you were little. He made sure you were never alone. He missed you so much, and on the anniversary of your death he didn't take any missions he just sat home and talked out loud about all the amazing things you've missed in the past year, in his mind believing you could hear him.

[leanbeefpattysimp3]

Hello to all of the baki fandom on here! I’m @leanbeefpattysimp3 but you can call me Bug instead. I’m not new to the fandom nor Tumblr (majority of us had that cringe middle school emo phase and found this app💀) but I’m new to the fandom on here so this will be fun learning about! Which brings me to why I made this account, so I’ve been putting together this Baki oc and the story for about a few months and I wanted to share it! Everyone meet my oc, the adopted daughter of Doppo Orochi, Solomon Orochi!

Here’s the description and background of this feral mf.

Description

19 years old

6’2 (long legged spider mf, Katsumi still argues he’s taller when he’s really not)

265 lbs (this bitch packed with muscle, beefy fr)

Caucasian Decent, half American and half Ossetian (we’ve got another cracker besides Eminem Hanma)

Brown hair but has dyed blonde streaks in it(her hair changes overtime cause I can’t make up my mind on how I want the blonde)

Quite the firecracker for someone of her background and stature, you normally don’t see a big person get the zoomies like a smaller one, a huge ass gremlin if you will. She’s the kind who will make people uncomfortable in public on purpose (not in a bad way more like Impractical Jokers).

She’s definitely her father’s child, if she’s fighting she’s gonna keep fighting till either her opponent is no longer able to fight back or she flat out dies. Which does make Doppo nervous, even if she is a fighter, that’s his little girl.

She has multiple surgery scars, 3 most prominent on her knees and abdomen, she had to get her kneecaps fixed due to them shattering during one of her MMA fights, and had to have emergency surgery on her intestine because it ruptured during that same fight, however the mf still won cause “Momma didn’t raise no bitch”.

Background

Solomon was adopted by Doppo and Natsue when she was 2 months old, Doppo was friends with an American heavyweight martial arts champion and his Ossetian wife who had moved to Japan, however that would come to a short end when the wife went crazy and killed the husband and herself, leaving behind Solomon, who Doppo and Natsue decided to take in and call their own. 3 years later they adopted Katsumi, and from then on the two became inseparable, one always going wherever the other one went, doctor’s appointments, school trips, everywhere and anywhere they always wanted to go together.

When Doppo starts teaching Katsumi Shinshinkai Karate, he decides to start teaching Solomon as well cause “Hell why not?”. To his surprise she catches on more quickly than Katsumi, and is even kicking Katsumi’s ass when they spar (which Natsue doesn’t know how to feel about cause her kids are kicking each other’s asses and her husband is laughing at it). Solomon went to school with Hanayama, and the two started talking, and eventually dating. Katsumi and Solomon get older, stronger of course, and by the time Katsumi is 18 and Solomon is 16, they’re basically pros. However, Sol was to learn more than just Shinshinkai Karate, and asks her father if she can travel to her biological parents motherland, America(🦅distant eagle screech) and learn MMA style fighting , which he thought about for awhile, his little girl traveling thousands of miles away from home without him and the rest of the family, but ultimately decides that with how amazing her fighting and strength has gotten, it would be great for her fighting abilities. Solomon tells Hanayama that she’s about to leave for a few years, so they ultimately decide to break up, knowing things wouldn’t work if she’s thousands of miles away (at this time they’re 16, still quite young).

Solomon gets sent off to America, but before then her father gets in contact with the best of the best MMA fighters and trainers so she can get the best training. She’s expecting to go to one of the cool fancy states like California or New York, however Doppo thought it would be funny to send her to Texas of all places from the things he’s heard about from there. So here she is, a person of Caucasian descent who doesn’t know a lick of English besides introducing herself and the word “Chicken” (she saw it on an ad back home about food) which everyone who she became friends with or taught her thought was quite funny, a white girl who never learned much English. She did eventually learn it “fluently” during her stay, however she spoke it with quite the interesting accent since everyone who taught her had southern accents ( I just want you to try to imagine a Japanese accent that has southern twang to it, it’s quite funny)

She ended up staying and training for 3 years and was given the title “World’s Strongest Woman” at just 18 year old after she had become the heavyweight MMA champion in America and scoring 2100lbs in the 2000lbs club for the International Powerlifting Federation. She was one of the most powerful fighters in America until she got a call from her mother saying her father had almost died from a fight with a man named Yuujiro Hanma (dirty nasty crusty man-thing), and which terrified her more than anything, immediately after the call she wanted to go back home to her family and immediately started packing. She ends up coming back in time for the Maximum Tournament, but not in time to compete in it. Even with being upset she can’t compete, she does get excited about watching two specific fighters during the matchups, Jack Hanma and Kaioh Retsu.

So since we’ve gotten to this point I’ll start writing the main story on her and such, if you’d like you can also request types of stories on her and head-cannons and if y’all want to can ask for different ships, and whoever wants to can use her in other Baki stories n such, just make sure to credit me for her! I’ll also post more artwork I’ve made of her and y’all can request artwork as well!

[naha-division]

Time was ticking as a certain karate assistant teacher’s birthday was coming to a close.

A package landed on the front steps of Ryūnosuke Sekiguchi’s home. There was no telling what it was, save for his information printed on a sticker that was plastered to the side of the package. Somewhat surprised upon receiving yet another gift, he brought it inside.

Inside was a desktop lightbox with intricate artwork carved into it.

Nesting alongside the lightbox was a small poster card. Short messages and autographs filled the poster card, but smack in the center of the card was a longer message, written in incredibly neat handwriting.

“Hey there, my fellow fighter!

I mean, kind of? You do martial arts, I do kickboxing… not the same but whatever. You’ve been an entertaining one on my trips to Naha, and! I was told it was your birthday today! Thought I’d send something, but I wasn’t really sure what kind of stuff you’d like… hope this will do! Enjoy becoming one year older, dude!

— Reiaki Suzubayashi from Minato Division

P.S: heard you’re a fan of hero movies! Well you’re in luck! I worked on set for some of those hero movies, so I got the cast members to sign their autographs here just for you!”

He opens the box and found it was a desktop lightbox and a post card beside it. He read the post card that was written by Reiaki from Minato and decided to test it. He takes out the lightbox, looking around it to see a in a different angle for a good view but most importantly trying to figure it out on how to use it. After he watch some tutorial videos and the only thing he can simply do was fetching a flashlight he could find in the toolbox at the storage room then place a flashlight our behind the carvings of Avengers to start to light up.

He tries to experiment by turning of the lights in his room and as he saw it, his eyes sparkled of how really awesome it looks right infront of him. The Avengers that he used to love since he was a kid felt like a nostalgia and probably he is still a big fan of Marvels even as an adult. He thought he can definitely use it as night light or maybe a display for his bedroom but either way he really loves the gift!

“Woah……this looks sick! there’s Iron Man, Hulk, Spider-man, Black Widow, my favorite two Wolverine & Black Panther, and every single heroes are in it! Haha! I can imagine Kyō would be pretty jealous have this cool lightbox of Avengers as my gift Hahaha!” He happily laughs and grateful for another gift that he never expect to get

Also he did remembered something along the way in the card about the autograph thing? so he checks the card again reading at the end of paragraph and it DID confirmed “wait…so she was able to get the casts to sign autographs just for my birthday sake?” he paused for a moment to process

“wow……I don’t know what to say about but all I know that was very thoughtful of her to go much length to give me their autographs. Damn…you almost got me there, Reiaki. I mean…she doesn’t have to do that for me but since it’s my birthday, I can let myself have this autograph for myself”

Regardless, he will very much use & cherish this lightbox gift for the rest of his life. He thought about wanting to thank her for the gift if ever he gets the time to visit Reiaki’s place in person.

“Hey…from what she said that she can do kickboxing huh? hmm……I’m wondering if she has time to have friendly brawl with me. Heh! as a assistant master, I kinda want to see how well she can use those boxing skills or even her kicks. This will be fun for both of us” he grins proudly of imaginimg which of both fighters will be K.O’d at the end

[sleepyowlwrites]

15 questions but it's the Tired Sleepy version

@the-finch-address dearest Finch! <3 tagged me. I've done this before but I'm gonna do it again. because I can't sleep yet until the tylenol kicks in.

1. Are you named after anyone?

no! but to be more interesting I'll tell you that my mom wanted to name me Jamie and my dad was vehemently opposed. so then she was like well what about Meghan and he was like oh I like that one. and she was like well what if it's a boy? 'cause they didn't find out with me (first kid and you don't find out after trying for five years? I don't understand) and my dad was like well I like Alexander is that cool and so that was the other option. I currently have one character named Alexander and he's evil. I really tried to like Inkheart 'cause the protagonist is Meggie but I couldn't. I did finish The Thornirds tho and there's a Meggie there.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I dunno, but I got teary finishing a book series for the fifth time. it's such a good ending! dragons! I don't CRY cry super often but I get teary at the drop of a hat. somebody plays the piano nicely and I'm feeling things about it. you guys it is raining so hard right now. and there's thunder. which I love, personally. the sky is crying so I don't have to.

3. Do you have kids?

nope. I don't plan on having any, either. I adopt teenagers and adults instead. give them snacks and hugs. help them out with their life stuff. coach them through bad days. sound familiar? I'm your mom!

5. What sports do you play/have played?

nothing team-y. in high school a few families used to meet up in front of the middle school down the road from me and we played flag football, and I can't really throw or catch but I could run and tackle. and I did karate for 5.5 years and horseback riding for 3?

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

if they look like I want to talk to them or not. the vibes. I gotta know this since I work in retail. I usually call it correctly.

7. What's your eye color?

blue. people compliment them a lot, which I don't personally understand, 'cause they're not especially dark or anything. they're just regular eye blue. but people like them. so that's nice. some people also say there's silver around the pupil which I got a little bit of a complex over for a couple of years. but now I just think they're normal. who is even looking at my eyes when my hair is purple, though, right?

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I don't like scary movies because I hate suspense. it doesn't really scare me it just gives me anxiety. I don't need a happy ending I just need it to make sense. make it make sense and I will not be mad at you. I didn't need the end of the mockingjay movie to be happy but I will forgive it.

9. Any special talents?

yeah, loads, but you'll have to interact with me to find them all out. one of them is that I'm super good at choking on beverages. one of them is that I can tell the difference between dark navy and black. one of them is that I can always beat my mom in boggle. one of them is that I can read really fast. one of them is that I'm tired all the time.

10. Where were you born?

the hospital where I just was last week for the stupid spider bite. it's literally up the road from my house. I use it as a frame of reference when people ask where I live. you know where this specific hospital is? continue down the road to the end and there's my house. there's a christmas wreath hanging on the garage.

11. What are your hobbies?

watching several hour long video essays about tv shows I have or will never watch, writeblr and sometimes even write-ING, art which I'm trying to make more of despite literally having stacks of it that I'm not doing anything with. anybody want some watercolor art? I'll send it to you. doing crossword puzzles with my dad in the kitchen. xbox games.

12. Do you have pets?

I don't, but there is a dog and a cat in the house where I live. the dog is the family's and the cat is sort of my sister's. I like him. he's the cat of knowing. follow the tumblr I made for him @orangejuni

13. How tall are you?

5'5", which is either tall or short and never average even though it literally is. I'm regular height, and, according to recent reports, a regular-ish weight?? I forgot to verify for myself when I got home from the hospital but apparently I broke 120lbs for the first time in my entire life and I'm very pleased. if I can stay there it'll be a miracle.

14. Favorite subject in school?

art, 'cause you don't have to write essays you just make stuff. I was always pretty good at history, though.

15. Dream job?

I wanna spontaneously have enough money to run like a boarding house for people who just need a temporary place to stay. in the meantime I actually enjoy working retail (when I'm not stuck in The Box) so I plan on staying for ten years so I get my lifetime associate discount. dumb? I don't care, this job makes me happy and I love my coworkers.

you're only allowed to do this tag if you can commit to also answering in a somewhat Tired Sleepy or unhinged kind of way. @zmwrites Ghosty? you're tired sleepy. @writing-with-melon Honeydew? hi. @klywrites Klove? you're unhinged. @rains-inky-mind Rainscribe? mm? @another-white-hole Voidlight? you know exactly what you are

[banashee]

15 Questions

Thank you @pocketsizedquasar for tagging me! ♥

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are you named after anyone? I chose my own names, both Juniper and Moss are plants. Neither is inspired by specific people though, no.

when was the last time you cried? idk, probably the other daya while readingn or watching something sad.

do you have any kids? Nope, and no plans to have any 

do you use sarcasm a lot? Me? never :) (yes, I do)

what’s the first thing you notice about people? in person, eyes or voice. Scents, too, if they’re noticable

what are the colour of your eyes? dark brown

scary movies or happy endings? Depends on the genre, really. I have a huge soft spot in my heart for both.

any special talents? Uhh. Art, writing. Remaining polite when I’d love to drop-kick a rude customer through a window, ya know. 

what are your hobbies? Writing, all kinds of art I can get my hands on, really

do you have any pets? Sadly no :( I grew up with cats though and have plans to adopt a tarantula or 2, and a jumping spider or 4 

what sports do you play/have you played? I used to do karate, but that was a long time ago. Other than that, I like going to the gym but haven’t gone in too long

how tall are you?  5′’11 , 180cm 

favourite subject in school? I haven’t been a student for years. But I used to really enjoy English

dream job? Florist - what I do now. I also wouldn’t say no to full time art of any other kind though

I tag all of you guys if you want to - no pressure though. And if I didn’t tag you but you wanna do this, tag me and go ahead ♥

@asamandra , @lilolilyr, @itisi-asimplegay, @coffeeaddicted-stark, @coulson-is-an-avenger, @undefeatednils, @lucky-numberme, @lucianinsanity 

[negativemindfeild]

do you want to learn?

about me...

hey, my name is mercury [ but not really]. i'm an 18 year old bisexual transman.

i play video games, constant favs being ;

call of duty, red dead redemption 2, portal 2, team fortress 2, minecraft, stardew valley, any five nights at freddy's game, bendy and the ink machine, and cuphead.

i love music, some of my favorite artists are ;

måneskin, set it off, sleep token, conan grey, naomi jon, childish gambino, waterparks, twenty one pilots, and corpse

i watch a lot of shows, including anime ;

shameless, stranger things, the umbrella academy, the last of us, south park, rick and morty, haikyuu, ouran high school host club, black butler, outer banks, saiki k, inside job, cobra kai, supernatural, lucifer, demon slayer, gotham, and anything with sonic in it

some of my favorite movies are ;

spider-man [ all of them], star wars; the phantom menace, deadpool, all three karate kid movies, the breakfast club, the outsiders, captain america; the first avenger, avengers age of ultron, kick-ass, the aristrocats, and the high school musical series