#the olive theory

[crimsonlovebartylus]

regulus has never been much about the romance cliches until he meet barty, and suddenly he was willing to lie about hating olives so barty could always have all of them.

[forestshadow-wolf]

Soap hates when his foods mix. He won't say anything if someone gets him food and just lumps it all together, he just... won't eat it. He'll pick at it, push it around, maybe pop a piece into his mouth.

He's been like that since he was a kid, used to get in a lot of trouble for it. Always the "picky eater" when really he's usually willing to try just about anything.

On many occasions soap has forgone lunch because everything got lumped together. Nobody really notices since he never says anything.

But ghost notices. It's his thing to notice the things that other people don't.

At first he couldn't figure it out. There was on pattern, and no decernible rhyme or reason to it. Just some days soap would eat, some days he would. It wasn't even that he'd have had a bad day. Sometimes it was 3 days in a row without lunch or 3 weeks of consistent lunches.

It was only months later that ghost finally figured it out. Months of watching him closely. Finally ghost realized, after watching soap receive chicken tenders and mash potatoes next to each other one day, and on top of each other another.

From from then on when ghost noticed soap skip lunch he made sure to bring soap something he would eat. Ghost brought it up the first time. Soap explained with a sheepish laugh, saying it was a bit embarrassing, ghost assure him it wasn't. After that soap usually have ghost his unwanted food. Sometimes ghost would do the work of separating his food items for him if there was time, it was the least he could do since soap pealed his peaches for him without complaint.

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Severus loves olives and James hates them

[shani-adar]

I see your olive theory and I raise you....

the spider theory!

[antigerrymanderingspiderman]

The Olive Theory

I have several criticism of How I Met Your Mother but I did in fact watch the entire thing. The Olive Theory is something that is often miss interpreted. At first it’s the idea that Lily love olives and Marshall hates them to together they’re a perfect match, and this idea will apply to others two. And I get it. I love the idea that you even each other out, your preferences are opposite the other and so it works. But I think the romantic part of the story is that later on Ted seems Marshal eating olives and he’s shocked. And Marshal’s response is that he actually grew to like olives but he gave them to Lily anyway.

The perfect match is a great idea, but taking the action to make the other happy is better

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#Welcome Back Couch Theory

[yellenabelova]

#Guess who's the only one allowed to stay

[stevenrogered]

[That last scene where Buck interrupts Eddie’s Risky Business moment is certainly open to interpretation. Is this a friendly hangout, just two bros getting together to talk out their problems?]

Actually, I think it’s beyond that. It’s them not talking. That was the real thing to me when I read it. Buck looks Eddie up and down — he’s in his underwear and a shirt with the collar popped, the mustache is gone, there’s obviously something happening with him — but they don’t need to talk in that moment. It’s like, you’re going through something and I’m going through something, so let’s just have a drink and be in each other’s space in a supportive way. I’m guessing they did exchange some words at some point, but I imagine they didn’t talk for a while. Just being there for each other was enough. - Oliver Stark

[swiftiesbuddie]

[forestshadow-wolf]

The olive theory

Simon loves peaches, price actually won't buy more than one or two at a time though. There may have been an incident where price bought some in bulk for him, and he may or may not have eaten so many that he threw up. It was in the middle of the night, and price was awakened at 2am to ghost at the foot of his bed saying he "frew up".

BUT he absolutely hates the feel of the peach skin, it makes him feel "itchy" under his skin. So before soap he'd either have to use a pair of gloves to skin the fruit, which is messy and wasteful and impractical. Or he'd have to ask someone to do it for him, which is also impractical, plus he's not exactly keen on telling a random recruit that the big bad ghost can't handle touching a fruit. This of course meant that his choices were down to Price and Gaz, but even gaz didn't know about his dilemma, so really it was just price. And having to go find than man and bother him to peal his fruit seemed both annoying and like a lot of work so he could have a snack.

And then soap comes along and well, he wouldn't exactly say peaches are his favorite fruit, but he has no problems with its texture. For a while he wasn't aware of Ghost's touch aversion to the fruit, probably because they hadn't had peaches on base for a few months. But you could only be attached at the hip for so long before learning something new about the other person. Eventually it became habitual for soap to peal ghost's fruit for him.

Soap also may or may not sneak ghost some extra peaches when price cuts him off.

I have more olive theory thoughts for them if y'all want

[personwithatophat]

Gaslight District Code

been working on putting this together since premiere! hopefully someone can use it! -Tophat

[maliduad]

fucker better stop being himself or else I'm gonna suck his dick

[kxsagi]

helloo ! im the anonymous from before who requested bllk boys reaction to reader opening her new bikini nd it's js a piece of string 😭😭 can i req it again^^ ?

thank youuu !! also any character is fine but pls pls add sae 🙏🙏🙏

“𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲)”

a/n: thank you for requesting again!!! i was sad that i couldn’t do it because my requests were closed at the time, but you waited patiently and requested this funny idea when my inbox reopened! i appreciate the commitment lovey 🫶🏻

suggestive content inside! 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, aiku oliver, karasu tabito, ness alexis, niko ikki

isagi yoichi

you’re sitting on his bed, all excited, waving a tiny shopping bag in your hand like it’s your latest victory. 

“yoichi, look! my new bikini came in!” 

he perks up immediately, abandoning whatever training video was on his laptop because his sweet girlfriend in a bikini? that’s his roman empire. 

but then… you pull it out. 

silence. 

he blinks. once. twice. 

“… where’s the rest of it?” he finally asks, voice cracking like a teenage boy who just hit puberty again. 

you hold up the two triangles and the criminally thin string that could barely qualify as shoelace material. “this is the rest.” 

isagi actually stares at it like it’s a bomb about to go off. 

he scoots back on the bed like it might attack him. “that’s not a bikini, that’s a… a dental floss cosplay.” 

isagi.exe has stopped working. 

“yoichi,” you grin, “you don’t like it?” 

he looks personally victimized. “i love you, but if you wear that to the beach, i’m legally required to throw myself into the ocean.” 

the poor guy starts googling full-body swimsuits with UV protection and built-in armor. 

itoshi rin

you excitedly say, “look what i bought!” 

and rin – stoic, cold, emotionally repressed rin – glances up from his phone expecting to see maybe a cute summer dress. 

no. it’s a string. a single, sentient-looking string that threatens his blood pressure. 

he stares. hard. 

his soul momentarily leaves his body. “what the hell is that.” 

you blink innocently. “a bikini?” 

“a war crime,” he corrects. 

he actually gets up and walks around the room like he’s processing grief. “i can’t do this. you’re not wearing that in public. you’re not even wearing that in a mirror.” 

you tease, “what if i wear it just for you?” 

he stops walking. the flush creeps up his neck like a thermometer in hell. “don’t say things like that, ever again.” 

you swear you see him whisper a prayer. 

man’s out here suffering and it hasn’t even touched his skin yet. 

kaiser michael

“liebe, what’s in the bag?” 

“my new bikini!” 

he smirks, smug and cocky, already imagining you in something glamorous and gold. 

then you pull it out. a thread. a thread masquerading as a swimsuit. 

his grin falters for a half second. just one. 

“… that’s your bikini?” he repeats, voice slightly higher than usual. 

you nod proudly. “isn’t it cute?” 

he chuckles, slightly unhinged. “sure, if you’re planning on getting arrested.” 

kaiser crouches down next to you, holding the bikini like it’s some rare artifact. “you’re going to cause a riot in this.” 

he gives it a little tug. “do i tie this? or just whisper my sins into it?” 

but the second you say “i’m wearing it to the beach,” he turns into a clingy, jealous guard dog. 

“okay, well, guess i’m canceling practice. and becoming your personal umbrella. and maybe handing out blindfolds.” 

suddenly he’s emailing ubers, “hi, can we change venues to antarctica where no one will see my girlfriend’s ass? thanks.” 

shidou ryusei

you pull out the bikini, and he is already doing backflips. 

“hell YES,” he roars, snatching it from your hands like you just gave him front-row tickets to chaos. 

he holds it up like he’s just won the world cup. “this isn’t a bikini. this is ART.” 

he’s biting his lip, already imagining the crimes he will commit just thinking about you in it. 

“wear it now. now now now now now–” 

you say, “it’s for the beach, dumbass,” and he gasps. 

“in public? oh, babe. we’re gonna get kicked out. i’m gonna get kicked out. i’m gonna kick myself out.” 

if someone stares? he’s already shirtless, barking, “you like eyeballs, punk? wanna lose one?” 

later at the beach, he’s sitting next to you like a guard dog with rabies, grinning as people trip over themselves staring. 

“yeah, she’s hot. yeah, she’s mine. yeah, i’ll fight you.” 

he’s loving it. and also ready to commit 47 misdemeanors in your name. 

mikage reo

he’s so excited when you mention a bikini. he’s got visions of you lounging in a luxury cabana, sipping coconut water, wearing something pink and cute. 

you open the bag. pull out a suspiciously small bundle. 

reo leans forward. then leans back. then stares at the material in your hand like it just insulted his ancestors. 

“… babe. are you punking me.” 

you hold it up proudly. 

he whispers, “that’s not clothing. that’s a dare.” 

he begins calculating how many islands he can buy to create a private ocean for you. 

offers to take you to a resort where the only other guests are penguins. he’s sweating and smiling at the same time. 

“you look amazing,” he says, voice strained. “but also… jail. i’m going to jail just thinking about this.” 

you wink. “worth it?” 

he slaps a hand over his heart. “debatable.” 

nagi seishiro

he’s lying face-down on the couch when you drop the bikini next to his head. 

“what’s that?” 

“my new swimsuit.” 

he rolls over slowly, squinting at it like it personally offended him. “… you’re gonna wear that? in public?” 

you nod, grinning. “yep. thoughts?” 

he stares longer. “i’ll have to stand up and fight people,” he says flatly. “that sounds annoying. you know i hate cardio.” 

but when you try to joke about not wearing it, he immediately whines: “wait, no, i didn’t say don’t wear it. i just– ugh. i’ll bring a stick or something. smack anyone who looks too long.” 

he pulls a blanket over his head. “wake me up when the swimsuit’s illegal.” 

itoshi sae

you pull out the bikini. 

sae looks up. and then… back down. and then back up again. slower this time. 

his mouth opens. no words come out. 

finally: “absolutely not.” 

you raise an eyebrow. “you don’t like it?” 

he doesn’t blink. “no, i love it. and that’s the problem.” 

he stares like he’s calculating every man who will be breathing in your radius. 

“what do you expect me to do, sit there like a monk while you parade around in dental floss?” 

you grin. “so i shouldn’t wear it?” 

sae sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “… wear it. whatever. just make sure your will is updated.” 

he’s grumbling the whole drive to the beach. “can’t believe i have to punch people for this. i have delicate hands.” 

aiku oliver

he hears the words “new bikini” and immediately beams like a new trailer for GTA 6 just dropped. 

“babe, let me see. i bet it’s sexy–” 

you hold it up. he pauses. he squints. then squints harder. then physically recoils like you just showed him a haunted doll. 

“... what the hell is that?” 

you smile innocently. “it’s a micro bikini! it’s trendy.” 

oliver stares at the thin straps like they owe him child support. “that’s not a bikini. that’s suggestive yarn.” 

he laughs, but it’s the nervous laugh of a man who knows he’s about to enter the gates of hell. 

“okay, yeah, real hot. super cute. very illegal. you gonna wear that in public? where other men have eyes?” 

you: “yeah!” 

oliver, five seconds from calling the coast guard: “cool cool cool. guess i’ll just stand behind you with a megaphone yelling ‘DON’T LOOK’ every five seconds.” 

he pulls out his wallet mid-sentence. “you want a cute cover-up? a towel? a parka? my entire body as a shield?” 

man’s about to go full defender just to body block ogling strangers. 

karasu tabito

you show him your new bikini while he’s mid-sip of his energy drink. he chokes. 

“is that a swimsuit or a shoelace?” 

you hold it up proudly. “this string is going to change lives.” 

he coughs harder. 

“change my blood pressure is what it’s gonna do.” 

karasu stares at the bikini like he’s trying to disarm a bomb. “i don’t even know how to tie that. is it origami? a puzzle? a lawsuit in fabric form?” 

he keeps trying to joke, but it’s masking how panicked he is. 

“are you planning on wearing that in front of people? like, real people? with eyes? and hormones? and no self-control?” 

you nod, smiling. 

he immediately starts pacing like a sitcom dad. “i’m gonna have to fight someone. i’ve never fought anyone at a beach before, but i guess i’m gonna find out how fast sand slows down a punch.” 

you: “you’ll be fine.” 

him: “oh, i won’t. they won’t. you might. i won’t.” 

karasu’s just dramatic enough to fake faint to get you to change. 

ness alexis

you call him over with a little grin. "nessie bear, look at my new bikini!" 

he turns to you, already smiling like a golden retriever with a crush, until you hold it up. 

his smile falters. “… is that the… full set?” 

“yeah! isn’t it cute?” 

ness stares. not blinking. his polite smile twitching like it's buffering. he looks at the two strings and one triangle you’re calling a "bikini" like it personally threatened his family name. 

“i-i love that you're confident. really. i do. but–” he gestures vaguely at the offending garment like it just insulted him in fluent french. “this is barely a swimsuit. this is... minimalist hazard tape." 

you laugh. “come on, it’s fashion!” 

he nods, still looking at it. “no, yeah. it’s nice. great. just enough coverage to keep from getting arrested.” 

his eye twitches as he imagines anyone else seeing you in it. 

then he gets very still. “… you’re not wearing that in public, are you?” 

you: “i was gonna wear it to the beach.” 

ness, smiling but clenching his jaw so hard it’s an olympic sport: “wonderful. i’ll just bring my shovel in case i have to dig a few graves.” 

you giggle. “ness.” 

he leans in real close, voice sweet, barely above a whisper: “i’ll support you wearing whatever you want, angel. but if a single guy even glances in your direction like he’s thinking sinful things, i will kindly ask him to meet me behind the snack shack and throw hands with a smile.” 

then he kisses your cheek and goes back to scrolling through his phone like he didn’t just make a passive-aggressive murder threat. 

he’s your #1 fan. but that bikini? public enemy #1. 

niko ikki

you pull out the bikini and niko immediately short-circuits. 

he stares at it for a full ten seconds like it’s a new species. “... that’s… that’s your bikini?” 

“yup!” 

“… where?” 

you hold it up again. niko’s entire soul flatlines. 

“no no no. you can’t wear that. what if it unravels? what if the wind blows? what if physics stops working?!” 

he starts to go down a rabbithole. “you’re going to the beach like that? where there’s sand? and men?? and sunlight??!” 

he’s panicking. visibly. “you could get sunburned! or worse… catcalled.” 

he’s now googling ‘how to stop time’ and ‘can i cancel summer.’ 

you laugh. “so you don’t like it?” 

he turns red. “i do! i just… don’t want to die of jealousy. or rage. or both.” 

poor baby’s trying to be supportive while having a heart attack at the same time. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[chenfordsbee]

8x06 I 8x08

[chlorophyll-tints]

back to the oranges 🍊💥

[livelovecaliforniadreams]