#the lion the witch and the AUDACITY of this fucking bitch

[serendertothesquad]

Okay, look...I forgot to add this in my Seren's Study of it, but...

The Wordsville Instagram reels.

I hate most of them. That's all I have to say.

...

Oh! OH!! And lest we forget there is an episode called "The Case of the Sillies"...

This isn't fuckin' funny anymore.

[night-in-star-light]

BRUH! THIS AI AIR IS SO SHIT! WHAT DID THEY DO TO AANG?! MAH BOI!!

[andytheaspec]

Pedestrians where I live have gotta be more like new york pedestrians and start being angry at asshole drivers yell at dickheads who almost hit you flip off dumbasses who don't stop for you stop letting them get away with almost killing you

[laurelwinchester]

"Simply put, the Arrowverse hasn't led to any other gigs, so it feels - at least on a career level - that I really wasted my time."

hands down the funniest sentence marc guggenheim has ever written. so ridiculous, so narcissistic, so him.

[kexing]

Hello! May I ask you something about Bad Buddy? I just rewatched episode 7 (i.e Flirting: The Competition), and there's a scene where Pat is over at Pran's room (flirting) and Wai comes over and Pat has to hide and listen to Wai being dramatic about the play. Afterwards Pran comes back to the room when Pat is leaving and Pat's grumpy/angry? I never understood why. Because Pran gave his own guitar to Wai? It just didn't make sense to me. If you have any idea I'd love to hear :') thanks!!! <3

hi friend!!!! i once wrote a very thorough analysis of this scene but i couldn’t find it 😭😭😭

anyways. in my interpretation it’s more that pat is jealous and sad than angry. because he kept pran’s guitar for Years, took care of it, in hopes of one day returning it to pran and then when he finally does give it to pran, pran gives it to someone else?

pat takes the guitar and their memories very seriously. remember that he nearly threw hands with wai before because pran sang their song (just friends) with him?? there’s also the wai thing since pat is Ridiculously jealous of him.

we, as the audience, know that pran only gave the guitar to wai because it was back when he thought he and pat would never work out and the very existence of that guitar in his apartment reminded him of that. it was too painful so pran trusted the guitar to his best friend, in hopes to move on from everything. but pat doesn’t know that!!!

the guitar contains their memories. and it also symbolizes the love pat has for pran and that he kept hidden away from the world.

and when the guitar is finally out there, with the person it belonged to all along, pat finds out pran gave it to someone else. fucking wai of all people akdjskkdkskdks

that’s more or less pat’s train of thought 🤣🤣🤣

hope it helps! ❤️💙

[burned-lariat]

"You don't see him as a person. You don't care about his feelings." NEITHER DO YOU!

[itstheelvenjedi]

Venty Vent post

The amount of family drama I have fucking dealt with over this past....week and a half, that came to a head this weekend. Y’all have no idea (and yeah hey hi, I dropped off the face of the earth, this is why lmfao. My parents suck 👍👍)

Anyway I think if BOTH of your kids sit you down and spend OVER 4 HOURS very gently trying to tell you that you need to see a fucking doctor and get help because you’re hurting other people AND yourself and we’re tired of pretending you aren’t anymore. And your only response to that is to fucking Bible-bash them. And straight up SAY “I know “bible-bashing” is a thing but-” as if we’re MAKING IT UP or it’s NOT REAL. Before proceeding to do FOUR HOURS of Bible-bashing without listening to a single motherfucking thing we have to say.

Then you know what fine. Fuck you. Go “pray” about it or whatever, I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m done. We’re both done with you guys. We don’t care no more.

[keybladeciel]

The sheer fucking AUDACITY of that golf cheating bastard to compare himself to Navalny, who is the EXACT FUCKING OPPOSITE of him!

[anyonymous-anon]

I just want yall to know that the Indiana Jones x Empires SMP2 fic is so far 6 chapters long excluding the prologue. Do you want to guess how many full movies are in said fic? 1 :)

And I thought The Mummy had fast pacing, boy was I wrong. You know what? Fuck it, the third movie will be in the same book as well as some filler

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 10, Uneasy - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sex, Jade Carthage (sorry), petty behavior.

Word Count: 368

Previously On...: The Lion, the Witch, and the Audacity of this Bitch... Bucky had the balls to answers a call from Jade, abruptly ending sex with you to do so. You contemplated getting back into your old self-harm habits, but decided against it. You and Bucky argued, and it seemed like you really got through to him when you asked him to think of how he'd want you and Steve to interact every time he found himself in a situation with Jade. I'd say it seemed to work, but this is only Chapter 10 out of 28 :(

A/N: As promised, due to my lack of any updates yesterday, here's your second update for today! It's short, I know, but at least you didn't have to wait an entire day to just get < 370 words! :D

I love you! (no question mark) Also, when reviewing it to post, I noticed there was no swearing, and I thought 'can't have that! gotta reputation to maintain!' So I added a 'fucking' at the end, just to keep things on brand.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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While Bucky took his shower, you threw on one of his Henleys and made your way to the communal kitchen to grab some snacks for your film. To your disdain, Jade was already there, pouring herself a glass of juice.

“Trouble in paradise?” she asked with a smirk as she put the juice back in the fridge. “I didn’t mean to overhear, but you and Jamie were just arguing so loudly.” 

“We’re fine,” you said. You grabbed a couple of bags of chips, some Twizzlers, chocolate, and some drinks. “But thank you so much for your apparent concern.”

“Didn’t sound fine to me,” she beamed. “You forget, I have super soldier hearing. Maybe you should consider getting a new therapist, since the one you’re seeing now clearly isn’t helping. I’m heading back to my room, but don’t feel the need to keep the fighting down on my account, ‘kay? It’s better than Netflix!” With a wink, she turned and walked out the door, juice in hand.

In your anger, you were gripping one of the bags of chips so tightly, it popped open in your hand. Coming to a quick and, probably stupid decision, you grabbed your snacks and raced back to your room.

Bucky was just coming out of the bathroom, with only a towel around his waist, when you burst through the door, tossing the snacks and drinks onto your nightstand.

“Ready for the movie now, doll?” he asked, toweling off his damp hair.

“Changed my mind,” you said as you started taking off your clothes. “Sex is back on the table.”

Bucky grinned at you, but his face quickly fell. “Are you sure, sweets? What changed all of a sudden?”

You pulled the towel from around his waist, licking your lips as his cock sprung free, already growing hard in front of you. “Just something I heard,” you told him before pouncing on him. “I’m gonna need you to make me scream, Barnes.”

“It’ll be my pleasure, doll,” he said before hoisting you up and kissing you.

You knew you were being petty, and it was not a great quality, but you didn’t care: you were going to make sure Jade Carthage heard every. single. filthy. fucking. thing.

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[fluffylandshark]

These AI tech-bros really have no shame, do they?

Dear artists

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[paquerettexx]

tokyo debunker - will you marry me? (frostheim ver.)

jin kamurai

> he calls you over to his room. no, he doesn't call you over. he *demands* you to come over. right now. at this instant. grr! typical jin!

> "clean my room, i'm taking a nap." the nerve! you're his significant other, not his servant-!

> "after you're finished pass this to the chancellor. there's also something addressed to you there, i don't care just make it fast." he says before he lays on his bed, dismissive of you.

> the lion, the witch, the audacity of this bitch!

> he closes his eyes and feigns to sleep, his breathing eventually becoming even and the furrow on his forehead coming to flatten. just be thankful he's hot as fuck! and you love him, yeah, that too.

> you can only sigh, he's irritating as shit but you love him anyways.

> after going through the papers trying to find whatever was addressed to you, you found a navy blue envelope with the kamurai family seal with your name on it. what the hell?

> you opened the envelope, there was a silver banded diamond ring glimmering against the light.

> did this man really propose to you asleep????

> after observing contents of the envelope, you see a hand written letter jin. there was a location, a time, and a date too.

> pfft! now you know what he's up to! you better tease the coward for having no balls to propose to you in public, in such a fancy restaurant~

> but knowing his status, there's probably be an engagement party. hmph! who's suffering now, huh?

> though you make it a point to tease him, you know more than anyone that he just values your and his privacy. plus, he doesn't like socializing and all that. he just wants to keep your affairs with each other, after all you are his and he is yours, right~? ; )

tohma ishibashi

> is it coincidence or meticulous planning? probably the latter but you bump into him a lot in the frostheim dorm despite him saying he's busy with jin.

> as if! you don't even miss him, right? ...right? it's not like he's too busy for you or anything or-

> anyways! the first thing he asks you is to play a game of chess with him? isn't he tired of these mind games? ugh!

> "why don't we make a wager? if you win, i'll grant you whatever you want. if i win, you'll do the same for me."

> eh, whatever, he'll probably just send you on an errand. what can you lose?

> ...and what did you expect? did you really think you'll win against him?

> "heh, it seems like i won." hmph!

> "you're going to grant me my wish, aren't you?" he's such a tease!

> "my wish is for you to spent the rest of your life with me."

lucas errant

> luca is clueless as shit. or at least that's what kaito has been muttering for the past two hours.

> "dude! you've been dating them for so long now! at this point i might get married first! and i don't even have a girlfriend!" kaito would whine, causing luca to sigh.

> " i want it to be perfect, but i have no idea what to do." worry not, luca! best man kaito to the rescue!

> so, here now is luca setting down a picnic blanket for you and setting down the picnic basket filled with all sorts of food he had prepared for you. the place was a park surrounded by cherry blossoms in the spring time. it was one of the most beautiful places he has seen in his time here after moving from england.

> true to the luca standards, he's been nothing but chivalrous the whole date which makes you swoon!

> "ah, forgive me for my abruptness but there's..." he doesn't finish his sentence but he takes out a clean handkerchief to wipe off the crumb on the edge of you lips.

> you'd only notice he'd gone red from being too flustered when he realizes how bold he was being... which is totally secretly cute and you're having a hard time to hold your giggles-

> anyways! he flushes even more when he realizes he's been staring at your lips. it must be the perfect time now, he thinks. he already asked permission from his parents, your parents, even your friends and- never mind that!

> and so, he takes a deep breath and starts the speech he has prepared for you, ending it with a;

> "____ ____, will you do me the honor of sharing my last name with you forever?"

kaito fuji

> you knew. you just knew he was going to propose to you. from his fumbling hands, averted eyes, and even his nervous yet longing glances.

> every time he asks you out, you made sure to dress up nicely for him!

> knowing kaito, he's a hopeless romantic, a sucker for classics! he'd invite you to a nice restaurant. he's also dressed up well with a cute little blue bow tie on his person too! he has prepared servings of wine too, to make it all classy and romantic~

> but of course something had to go wrong! in fact, every time he'd try to pop the question, a server would appear, a child would burst out crying, even the violinist's violin string suddenly popped! seriously what's with this luck?!?

> nonetheless, the two of you ended up in a park, eating burgers from the fast food chain across the street. you and kaito felt as if the pretense of all that fancy stuff weren't for you or him.

> "whew, i'm glad we're outta there! seriously! what the hell was that?!" he grumbles, having his plans and moments spoiled. he even prepared a speech professing his undying love to you!

> seeing you now, eating burgers with him after that disaster of a date, his eyes would soften in appreciation. after a bout of silence, he speaks up;

> "hey, ____, will you marry me?

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vagastrom | jabberwock | sinostra | hotarubi | obscuary | mortkranken

[famwhy]

Judging Aunties

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown X South Asian!F!Reader

Synopsis: you just wanted to enjoy a nice family gathering with your boyfriend but of course your very rude and judgy aunties had to say something because why would they ever let you be happy? Luckily for you, Hobie loved you too much to let them get in the way. (In other words, Hobie being such a comforting and supportive boyfriend.)

Warnings: minor panic attack (I think?) and there will be depictions of racism in this fic as I can't lie to you, lots of South Asian aunties are very judgy when you bring someone that isn't South Asian to a family meet. I do not condone it, nor do I excuse it. This fic is here to condemn it.

Note: I encourage you to read this even if you aren't South Asian as I'd love to share the experiences of south asians to those of you that don't know much. One of the huge, glaring issues is how judging older aunties can be if you decide to date a guy that isn't brown as well and I wanted to write this fic to highlight that issue. Of course, there are many delights about being south asian too but this fic is focusing on one issue. And dw, Hobie tells them to suck it. (Also, the reader is bengali specifically in this.)

The eyes. You could feel them, boring straight into your back—sending whatever voodoo evil-eye shit they could your way.

And all for what? 'Cause you had a boyfriend that looked different to them? Spoke differently and had different mannerisms? So fucking what? He loved you and you loved him, wasn't that enough?

"Ayo," you heard his voice faintly, and you felt guilty when you couldn't help but pay more attention to their gazes on you, "I'm gonna go grab us some'in to eat, yeah?"

You nodded but your eyes stayed cloudy, barely focusing on if he had left yet or not. Though, judging by the muttering voices that grew louder—he was gone and the aunties were approaching.

"Y/N, beti, was that your new... boyfriend?"

Ugh, her voice sounded like nails against a chalkboard to your ears. And—somehow—she made the usually nice-sounding accent that coated her tongue, seem god-awful.

"Yeah, what of it?" You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes in her direction.

"Nothing... just... did it not work out with Rohan? I thought that boy was quite nice."

Here we go.

"No, fufu, Rohan didn't work out."

"That's a shame. He's training to be a doctor, you know—"

Is that so? I didn't know that after the hundreds of times you already told me, auntie.

"—a perfect marriage candidate."

"Mhm, good for him." You dismissed her with a light wave of your hand, barely managing to keep yourself from sinking your nails into her flesh right then and there.

Though, even your restrained actions were enough to cause her to narrow her own eyes at you. "Does your bhai know you're with... him?"

"He's the first person I told."

"He's the first person you told?"—and so the judging continues—"tor maa baaf khene khoysona foila?" ("why didn't you tell your mum and dad first?")

Your eye twitched. "They were also among the first I told."

"And they approved?"

The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.

"Why wouldn't they approve?"

"Well, you know—"

"There a problem, ladies?" Lo and behold, the person of interest had made his way back over to you, a plate of your mother's freshly baked samosas in one hand, his other hand resting by his side.

You lit up at his appearance, practically gliding over to him as your salwar kameez jingled with every step you took, emphasising your joy further as your arms looped around his neck and you rested your head against his chest.

His steady heartbeat was always comforting to listen to; always calmed your nerves.

"I can't lie, love, you're looking sweet in dat dress styll."

You giggled, feeling yourself turn into putty from just his one compliment. Even just his presence was enough to melt your bones and render you into an immovable pond of gooey mush, eyes practically turning into hearts as you endlessly swooned.

"And you are...?"

But, of course, all good things must come to an end.

"My name's Hobie, Hobie Brown." He held his hand out to her and when she merely looked at it with narrowed eyes, you could feel your grip tighten around his neck.

"Listen, my niece is very gentle—"

"Gen'le?" He interrupted her, incredulous. "This one? Are you mad?"

"Hobie!" You whined but buried your head into his chest to hide the growing smile on your lips that would give away your true feelings.

"What? It's a compliment, you're a mad ting, you know? Enough to make a big man stumble."

Another sickening, little school-girl giggle left your mouth and you could already envision your aunties scrunching their noses up in distaste at the blatant display of affection but—honestly?—you didn't give a fuck. You were in Hobie's arms and that was all that mattered.

"What is with all your... piercings? Are you in a gang?"

Okay, what did she just say?

You were fully ready to just snap at her but Hobie beat you to speaking first. "Nah, I don't do that gang shit."

"Fufu, I think you need to leave." You turned your head her way, grip tightening even further as your brows caved in tenfold; red, hot rage flowing through your veins.

You were about to pull away—give her a piece of your mind and forcefully make her leave—but, Hobie looped an arm around your waist and prevented you from creating any distance with him.

When you looked up to address him, however, you noticed how he wasn't looking at you—instead, he was staring right at your auntie, lips shaped into a straight line. "Just say you don't like me da'ing her 'cause I'm black, yeah?"

Woah.

Your auntie gritted her teeth, nostrils flaring as she fiercely huffed, raising one pointer finger his way in her rage as she parted her lips, ready to let out another one of her long, bitchy speeches.

But Hobie wasn't having it, and so, shut her right up when he turned his head back your way, tilting your chin and meeting your lips in a sudden—and extremely passionate—kiss.

Your eyes stayed open long enough for you to catch a glimpse of him raising his middle finger up and sending it right her way before you smirked and melted straight into him.

Despite the kiss being done to prove a point, it still didn't feel any less magical as every other kiss with him. Hobie was the only one who could ever make you feel this way—and you adored him for it, regardless of what some stuck-up auntie had to say.

When he finally pulled away (much to your dismay), he turned back over to your auntie, who stood there with her mouth hung open, and said, "do me a favour, yeah? Fuck off."

And soon, you were tugged off, away from the multiple pairs of eyes that belonged to all your other relatives in the room and towards another empty one instead.

Though, as Hobie led you over to the couch, you couldn't help but feel a wave of a certain strong emotion you felt when you brought your last non-brown lover over to a family gathering; a wave so strong, you had to voice it.

"I get it."

"Huh?"

"If you don't wanna be with me anymore—I get it. My aunties are really overbearing and South Asian culture is really, really unwelcome to other races so I—" a lump formed in your throat and you could barely finish uttering your sentence, unable to push past the stupid thing.

"Woah, woah, woah, what are you on about, love?" Hobie's voice sounded concerned but he was probably just trying to be sweet, he would leave you just like your past lover did—and all because of a dumb family gathering. God, how could you be so stupid? You shouldn't have taken him in the first place.

"It's just—" you choked up, vision blurring as your heart constricted and it got harder and harder to breathe.

"Woah, look at me, love. Look at me." His hands placed themselves on your shoulders as he levelled with you, making your nerves relax a little just by the sight of his face. "Breathe with me."

You followed the movement of his chest, breathing in rhythm with him until your vision cleared up and your words finally found you again.

"It's just that— my last boyfriend left me because of my aunties and— and— I don't want you to leave me too."

Please don't leave, I love you too much, Hobie.

"I would never leave you 'cause of some jarring prick that's part of your family. Ever."

You blinked. "Really? Not even 'cause I'm Desi?"

"What are you chatting 'bout? My guy Pav is Indian, you don't see me not bein' 'is mate 'cause of that."

He made a good point.

"Look, yeah, Y/N? I love you. No ma'er what. Never forget that."

And it was at that moment where you, Y/N L/N, found yourself falling in love with Hobie Brown all over again.

"I love you too, Hobie."

(Note: If I catch any comments that undermine this experience or call me racist for writing about this behaviour and calling it out, I will delete them and block the commenter. I take this very seriously and I hope you are mature enough to also do so. That's all, have a good day.)

[ineffectualdemon]

Me when SQQ talks to SQH: Wow. The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch

Me when SQH talks to SQQ: are you a man or a fucking muppet?

Me in general when I see SQQ and SQH interact: You're both terrible. You should make out.

[rentumblsstuff]

He is SO IMPATIENT AND OBNOXIOUS and I LOVE HIM FOR IT

As is a running bit in the Pasquali’s incident fic series, “he’s a little bit of a dick, pun intended.”

I think we need to remember that Pete has so much fucking audacity. Stop watering down his character; he's kind of a dick/pos

[catierambles]

"I'm breaking up with you." There was a pregnant pause where the words hung in the air and she blinked at him.

"Okay." She said evenly.

"It's just that--wait, what?"

"I said okay. You want to break up, you don't want to be in a relationship anymore, I'm respecting your wishes."

"You're not upset? What's wrong with you?"

"Trent, you made a reservation at this very nice restaurant out in public so I'd be less inclined to make a scene." She said, guessing correctly. "Now you're pissed that I'm not making a scene?"

"I swear to god, are you even human? I said we're over."

"I heard you the first time." She said, "Would it matter if I did get emotional? Would it change anything if I started crying and begging you to stay?"

"Uh--"

"Exactly." She said and downed the rest of her wine. "Now, I'm going home and taking off this ridiculous dress and getting out of these uncomfortable heels."

"What about dinner?"

"Enjoy yourself."

"You're not going to split the bill?"

"It's your reservation and I'm under no obligation to."

"Well, I'm not paying your half."

"That sounds like a you problem." She said, "Besides, you'd be paying for what? An appetizer? Enjoy my salmon and have a nice night." With that, she got up and left, hearing him call after her but paying him no mind as she walked towards the front of the restaurant. The valet was speedy with her car and she tipped him generously, getting an enthusiastic wish goodnight as she got in and drove away.

Split the bill for a dinner where he broke up with her? The Lion, the Witch, and the audacity of this bitch.

The trip home was a blur and soon she was pulling into her garage, parking next to her roommate's pickup truck, and pressing the button on the wall to close the door as she went into the house.

"You're home early." He said, tilting his head back as she clacked past, hopping awkwardly as she took off her shoes. "Thought you'd be tuckin' into the entree by now."

"He broke up with me."

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked, "Fancy restaurant and everythin', I figured he was gonna pop the question."

"Yep, me too." She said, going to the fridge and grabbing one of his beers, holding it up in a silent request and getting a nod in return. Popping the cap off, she took a deep sip, grimacing slightly. A beer person, she was not, but there was no other alcohol in the house. "But he broke up with me across the first course."

"Did he give a reason why?"

"Started to, but then he got indignant that I wasn't all emotional about it."

"Wait." Sy said, "He was pissed that you didn't make a scene?"

"That's what I said!"

"The fuck is wrong with that boy."

"No idea and not my problem." She said and he patted the couch next to him.

"C'mere, doll." He said and she went over, sitting sideways on the couch with her feet in his lap. He instantly wrapped his fingers around her arches, thumbs digging into them as she took another sip of the beer.

"Want to know what else?"

"What?"

"After he broke up with me, he actually expected me to stay and have dinner with him, and then split the bill."

"No damn sense in his head." Sy said, focused on his task. "How're you, though? You two were together for a good spell and I sure as shit didn't see this comin'."

"Neither did I." She admitted with a sigh.

"Know what this means now, dontcha?"

"What?"

"Means you and I can finally have a go." Sy said, only half kidding and she laughed.

"Bring it up again in the morning."