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pettyshippen · 1 year ago

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This Just In, We’re Back to Libertys Kids While Higher Than Ben Franklins Kite

New York New York

Gotta be one of my favorites because of how smooth that guy was

Why isn’t this the national anthem? I want someone singing this before every football game

American history but make it so sugarcoated that everyone gets diabetes

Mom I like your friends house

Black Dick, your telescope sir

James that collar looks great, stop whining and be the queen you are

James is like fuck she’s conservative af too

Omg that cute yankee soldiers looking at me ☺️

I’m just gonna get out if this march to try an get some

James should have started cackling after her ‘I’m English’ comment. It would make Udneys comeback way smoother.

“I give you my strong arm for your protection” “BRO WTF GET BACK IN LINE”

Almost got it Udney.

“Can I come?” “NO”

Strategy is important

“This is a PAID internship” “Ok hell ya”

“What do they know about running a country?” Mrs. Radcliffe spitting facts.

Whot are you doin in ma swamp?

They really let Henri get snatched like that

“Because they can’t fly” Damn

“General Howe is welcome to him” DAMN

Henri wtf

Henri blew up the Sept, not Cersei

“I found Ugly and he told me what happened.”

Welp, the British have New York

Black Dick took Manhatten.

One Life To Lose

Ah yes, this was when they saw a nice man get hanged for creepin’

I feel like the sound of his neck snapping and the sight of his limp body would make Sarah faint if they were ballsy enough to include that

Wow these dudes were fat

And the proof is in the pudding

Oy the drunkin sailor be back

Sarah is so bored

The Brits are stealing American men

The old man was like “Get tf out of here”

Nathan cuts in so randomly it does not feel natural.

She did the full curtsy for him

Mr. Hale so hot he’s got all the girls curtsying.

Nathan, why are you telling them all this?

Sarah is totally flirting with him.

So wait, Admiral Howe and General Howe are different people

God damn it how did I not know this

They’re spying on a spy. The irony

Nathan WTF

Don’t tell me this is actually how he got caught is it

There come these three stooges

I think James has been kidnapped way more than Sarah could ever be despite her damsel in distress demeanor

Nathan is ballsy af

James said I’m staying

Sarah said I’m gonna hitchhike.

Here it comes ya’ll

“He’s actually quite gracious and cultured when you get to know him.” Ok Jane Austin.

And now they’re Hillips shippers

“So, when is the big day?” And then it transitions to them years later at the alter, Sarah wearing a nice green dress with gold butterflies and a veil and James in a nice blue suit with a hat, and you hear the priest say ‘I pronounce thee Man and Wife.’

“Anyways, Nathan’s hangin out with the redcoats today.”

These men are so burning in hell for how they treated these people

They wouldn’t even draw in a noose

The sight of Nathan at the gallows causing Sarah to cling to James’ arm tho

Alright James time to write this article

Captain Molly

Ok but an episode where Henri accidentally joins a mafia

THE JAM STAYS

Ben be going on another cruise

Sarah’s insulted Washington won’t let her come

And here comes Molly

Henri giving off autistic vibes here

Rosemary, that is French silk you crotch goblin

Damn Molly

“Sarah, she’s English!”

“I don’t ask permission to do nothin’!” Sarah, let those words inspire your character.

Dad Moses mode activated

James got passionate there

You can forget about those eight to ten kids Molly

Well Sarah now you’re seeing a lil bit about why King George is evil

They brought in tHe bagpipes for their funerals.

I’m surprised the redcoats didn’t hold all those women and children hostage.

James is so happy Sarah’s alive

Molly was another woman school didn’t teach me about.

American Crisis

Henri has a soldiers spirit

Moses you’re too calm about Henri running away

Traveling by ship must have been mentally trying for everyone.

These dudes are not ok

Henri 😭

When a little French boy smelling of onions sneaks into your camp in a barrel.

Thomas Paine is back 🩷

Writers block is a bitch

Do you think Paine would like the movie Soul

“We’re walking to Philadelphia.”

Omg Moses no

A printing press is large enough to bone on. Just saying.

Tom said “I will beat yo ass in with this log.”

Imagine putting all those letters together by hand

“Hold your breeches”

#sarah phillips #libertys kids #james hiller #american history #liberty's kids #henri lefebvre #george washington #thomas paine #moses #ben franklin #john adams

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therappundit · 2 years ago

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*The Best of the Bestest!: The Rap Pundit’s Picks For The Finest Rap Projects of 2022

*Just a list of MY favorite favorites from a year filled with a lot of damn good music.

What else needs to be said at this point? You have probably seen at least a dozen “Best of” lists by now, with many of the same albums cluttered near the top....but this is THE Rap Pundit’s list, so you know you’re bound to find more gems than chalk.

In a historically deep year for rap music (a topic worth profiling in the future), the headline story was probably the numerous side stories. Be it the explosion of great music coming from areas that had a previously under-reported wealth of talent (especially Wisconsin and Florida), the underground scene getting more high profile exposure than it has in years (artists like billy woods, Fatboi Sharif and Lungs/Lonesword being shouted-out by numerous mainstream outlets!?), sample-driven drill officially becoming the preferred drill-flavor (at least on the east coast, shout-out Shawny Binladen, Four50, Big YaYa and the YTB), and of course the simply inescapable rise of club music’s influence on rap right now (Bandmanrill is clearly the master of this lane, but this style isn’t going away anytime soon)….if you couldn’t find something you loved in 2022, you might not actually like rap music.

But the proof is in the pudding, let’s get into it. Here are my personal picks for the most impressive albums/mixtapes/EPs/projects/whatever of 2022…

***High Honors***: Beware of the Monkey by MIKE, Motion Not Emotion by DB.Boutabag, Playing With Fire by ShooterGang Kony, Crack Music 2 by Skilla Baby, Beyond Belief by 38 Spesh & Harry Fraud, Gold Bricks by ElCamino, and Formal Intro by dp0mmy [+about 100 more that I plan to shout-out on future posts!]

100. VACABULAREE by Valee

99. The DogFather by Paco Panama

98. u be ight by QThree

97. Traumazine by Megan Thee Stallion

96. Metatron’s Cube by Aj Suede & Televangel

95. Spaceships on the Blade by Larry June

94. Scorpion Eyes by BandGang Lonnie Band$

93. Raw Extractions by Lukah

92. Marlowe 3 by Marlowe (L’Orange & Solemn Brigham)

91. SNOFALL by Jeezy & DJ Drama

90. Tales Of A Yung Son by Four50

89. Ima Island Boy by Pros AP

88. WHERE ARE THE BUGS!? by Cise Greeny, Phiik & Lungs/LoneSword

87. Let’s Do A Drill by Asian Doll

86. GRIPTAPE by the grittiest, Raz Fresco, Eric Right

85. Triple Black Diamonds 2 by al.divino & Estee Nack

84. Where The Shooters Be by SleazyWorld Go

83. As Above So Below by VIP Skylark

82. ONLY BUILT 4 DIAMOND LINKS by Peezy

81. Deutsche Marks 3 by Willie The Kid & V Don

80. THE LIZ 2 by Armani Caesar

79. Wordly Ways by Archibald Slim

78. I NEVER LIKED YOU (Deluxe) by Future

77. MARTINELLI MAC-ELEV by Willyynova

76. Jungle Life by DCG BROTHERS (DCG Shun, DCG Bsavv)

75. FACE (Deluxe Edition) by Babyface Ray

74. What They Hittin 4 by Jay Worthy & DJ Muggs

73. Sedale Threat by Wrecking Crew (Zilla Rocca, Curly Castro & PremRock)

72. Dollar Menu 4 by Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim

71. On High Alert, Vol. 4 by Real Bad Man

70. EA Monster by Young Nudy

69. Back For Everything by Kodak Black

68. raja’s sun by iblss

67. BussaBrick Vol. 2: BussOne 101 by Chicken P

66. 2 Headed Goat by 1100 Himself & Mitchell

65. The I&I by Teller Bank$ & Ed Glorious

64. COTI 2: The Course of the Inevitable 2 by Lloyd Banks

63. The Broadcast by Fil Jackson

62. The 13 Tape 2 by Jugg Harden

61. HTR Vol. 1: The Legend of Tawny Tone by Koncept Jack$on

60. MEMPHIS MASSACRE III *or* CRUNKSTAR [I still can’t make up my mind!?] by Duke Deuce

59. BEFORE SHIT GOT WEIRD by The Cool Kids

58. ENDLESS by evrymN

57. 25 Features, Vol. 2 by Los & Nutty

56. SLANG CASINO by YUNGMORPHEUS & Obijuan

55. Before The Winner Comes The Fall by Grunge Gallardo

54. Valley of Dry Bones by Stik Figa & Conductor Williams

53. Paint the City (Gangsta Grillz) by Icewear Vezzo & DJ Drama

52. Lost In Austin by kingdoughmane.

51. Gold by DJ Muggs & Rigz

50. Black Vladimir by Meyhem Lauren & Daringer

49. Dog$hit & Ammunition by WTM Milt

48. Laughing so Hard, it Hurts by Mavi

47. Metal Lung by Shrapknel (Curly Castro & Premrock)

46. Da Under Dog by MarijuanaXO

45. The Forever Story by JID

44. SHADOWSELF by Sleep Sinatra & Ohbliv

43. CHAINLINK by Phiik & Duro

42. $oul $old $eparately by Freddie Gibbs

41. Church by billy woods & Messiah Musik

40. RAMONA PARK BROKE MY HEART by Vince Staples

39. SOGW2: Estee Nack & The Order of the Golden Fleece by Estee Nack & Sadhugold

38. Blame Kansas by T.F, Roc Marciano & Mephux

37. Joe Fog by Errol Holden

36. ill be right back! by amani & robalu

35. LIVE FROM THE OTHER SIDE by Mikem Nahmir & The Fades Formation

34. The Elephant Man’s Bones by Roc Marciano & The Alchemist

33. Her Loss by Drake & 21 Savage

32. Frank by Fly Anakin

31. SOUTH CENTRAL by G Perico

30. Sewaside II by Mike Shabb

29. King’s Disease III by Nas & Hit-Boy

28. Cold Cuts by Wiki & Subjxct 5

27. Melt My Eyez See Your Future (The Extended Edition) by Denzel Curry

26. Intros, Outros & Interludes by Domo Genesis & Evidence

25. Few Good Things by Saba

24. BABYST5XNE GORILLAS by Baby Stone Gorillas

23. Fair Exchange No Robbery by Boldy James & Nicholas Craven

22. Continuous Improvement by Papo2oo4, DJ Lucas & Subjxct 5

21. Kiss The Ring by Rome Streetz

20. MOB by Babyface Ray

19. I Love Y.O.U. cuz Y.O.U. Ugle Vol.1 by Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire

18. It’s Almost Dry by Pusha T

17. Smoke Detector by Rich Jones

16. The Soufside Villain by Marco Plus

15. Tana Talk 4 by Benny The Butcher

14. Continuance by Curren$y & Alchemist

13. Cheat Codes by Black Thought & Danger Mouse

12. Languish Arts and Woeful Studies by Ka

11. Spirit Roaming by AKAI SOLO

Aaaaaaaaand now, my top ten...

10. I Told Bessie by ELUCID

[A well-oiled machine of an album, I Told Bessie lurches along from one ear-grabbing soundscape to another, each gifted contributor putting their stamp on some precious reflection from ELUCID (all producers were in top form here, but Child Actor, Messiah Musik and Sebb were especially potent). As one half of Armand Hammer, ELUCID has no trouble being a tour guide through his own stroll down memory lane. He is a superior narrator that knows his way around a vast array of different styles of instrumentals, which means that Bessie never gets too dark or too bright, adding easy replay value to even the heavier moments of the album.]

9. Component System with the Auto Reverse by Open Mike Eagle

[Open Mike Eagle has circled around the epicenter of the underground rap scene for some time now, always a worthy contributor, albeit not one to necessarily be recognized during award season. That should change with his latest effort, a brilliant piece of nostalgia, personal reflection, and an earnest love for hip-hop. Also, great writing aside, the beats on here are simply phenomenal.]

8. SICK! by Earl Sweatshirt

[Forgot that this dropped in 2022? The first AOTY contender to drop is all too often the album ending up with the short end of the stick come December, and that seems to be the case with SICK!. Less sonically aggressive than much of his previous work, Earl still manages to cram so much thoughtful writing into quick, fun-size doses. The most effective music isn’t always the music that begs for our attention, and this feels like an album where the listener is fortunate just to catch Earl’s thoughts before they float away, to make room for more poignant passing thoughts. Perhaps Earl’s best gift as an artist is his ability to leave fans wanting more.]

7. Bokleen World by Mike Shabb

[By now the buzz is just starting to nip at Mike Shabb's heels. The Montreal MC/producer was not on my radar before this year, but hot damn has he made an impact in 2022. If it wasn’t his TWO great solo albums that he dropped, it was the acclaim from tastemakers like Westside Gunn, who got his production skills the attention they deserve. More importantly, Shabb is coming out of Montreal, Canada, making him a representative of a scene that is starting to make waves well outside of the Canadian border. I loved his release from earlier this year, but for me it was Bokleen World that showcased all of the many dimensions of an exciting young artist.]

6. MOOR CHORES by Lord Kayso

[Another artist that I was completely unfamiliar with at this time last year, Brooklyn’s Lord Kayso is closing out this year as one of my favorite artists. There’s something about his delivery and the way that he colors in his world that feels simultaneously intimate but distant, much like how a young Nas was portrayed as a writer’s-writer, watching events in his community unfold from a project window. Kayso reflects on his world with a casual delivery that doesn’t seem to be emotionally affected in the moment, but the fact that he’s sharing these personal stories at all confirms that he’s a man with a great deal on his mind.]

5. For All Debts Public and Private by Defcee & Boathouse

[Last year Defcee & Messiah Musik really surprised some folks (myself included) by dropping Trapdoor, one of the best albums of 2021, in December...so let that be a lesson to anyone that thinks they can finalize their annual Best Of lists by the time Thanksgiving wraps up. That's a tough act to follow, but Defcee & Boathouse managed to strike in 2022 with another fantastic project in For All Debts Public and Private. An impressive list of some of the underground's finest join forces with Boathouses impactful backdrops and Defcee's revealing bars, all to create an album that is as thoughtful as it is prone to high levels of replay value. When it comes to dissecting one's life and perspectives, I don't know if any MC's pen is touching Defcee at the moment.]

4. Deathfame by Quelle Chris

[Detroit's uber-talented virtuoso Quelle Chris has been accumulating one of the deepest catalogues in music for some time now, but Deathfame is truly one of his finest works top to bottom. An under-reported trend for Quelle is that he somehow finds a way to become more and more versatile as a producer with every album. Never allowing his sense of humor to drown out his messages, and never being so devoid of humor that his messages come off as bitter, a great Quelle Chris album has become a most welcome tradition over these past few years....and I hope it continues!]

3. Aethiopes by billy woods & Preservation

[Gonna keep it moving here…billy woods is just flat out the most prolific writer in rap music right now, Preservation is a genius and their chemistry is off the charts. Add a handful of standout guest verses - EL-P, Boldy, Breeze and hot damn, Despot!? - and you have an AOTY worthy album. Too many memorable quotes and verse of the year contenders to list, but for some reason there’s a special place in my heart for “trying to pay rent - but that’s not black empowerment, that’s you trying to pay rent”.]

2. 10 (a.k.a. HWH10) by Westside Gunn

[Maybe my favorite Westside Gunn project since FLYGOD, which for me (as a bit of a Griselda stan since 2015), is saying a lot. Reminiscent of Kanye’s “anyone around, come to the studio right now!” energy during better times - his MBDTF G.O.O.D. Friday roll out - for the latest (last??) installment of his controversially titled music series, Gunn managed to pull together a somewhat surprising list of features for a mixtape of loose and FUN bar-fests over the most varied, ear-grabbing production that we have heard from the Griselda collective in a minute. I’m not actually sure who was in the studio and who wasn’t, but when the outcome puts Run The Jewels, A$AP Rocky, Doe Boy, Black Star, Busta and Rae & Ghost together on the same project, you get a straight-up dope tape that reminds me of why I fell in love with underground rap music in the first place. Classic Soundbombing vibes, for me.]

1. Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers by Kendrick Lamar

[When it comes down to releasing new albums, no other rap artist needs to check as many boxes as Kendrick Lamar. JAY-Z, J.Coke, Drake, you name it - none of them have to incorporate mainstream bangers, nuanced “conscious rap”, alternative choices, catchy lyrics, superior production, clear expression of ideas, and manage to touch the bar set by fans with incredibly high expectations for an artist that doesn’t release new music as often as his peers…but such is the life of anyone who is considered to have the highest ceiling in their field. Yet with Mr. Morale, Kendrick unleashed the album that *he* wanted to release: a sprawling conversation piece that stumbles through dozens of sticky topics without digging his heels into any one stance for too long.

It’s the perfect expression of ideas from anyone that came out of the last few years of isolation with a creeping sense of doubt, mistrust for the information circling around him, and a general awkwardness for how to interact with the world once again. I’m not sorry that many of the thoughts he shared on this album weren’t met as “correct” based on our expectations of what many of us want him to represent, but more importantly, Kendrick shouldn’t be sorry either. Much like other prominent people of influence in the world today, we should be discussing the nuance of everything we’re told, and the great points often come from those exchanges - way moreso than the regurgitation of curated policy that is deemed acceptable by the loudest of audiences. So yes, I believe Kendrick Lamar’s Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers to be hands-down the best rap album of 2022. All messages aside, how anyone could miss the well-crafted delivery and high quality production that is easily the most engaging of any mainstream rap album in 2022, is still pretty surprising to me….but I suppose conflicted opinions are exactly what should come from a talented artist stewing in his own conflicted opinions in recent years. Oh well, I guess even the best in their field can’t please everybody.]

Next stop....best songs. 👀

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acimauthors · 1 year ago

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The Big Questions: The Concepts of Prayer and Miracles

Does prayer work? Not a snowball's chance in Heck - not that there really is a Heck of course. The proof of the pudding is of course, if prayer really worked, there would be a miracle in that we'd all be lotto winners or at least pretty rich and famous! We'd be total successes at our jobs, in our relationships, have perfect partners and perfect children. And our cars wouldn't break down! Further, the sun would shine down on us every day of our lives.

Even if we all just prayed for good things in general, not personal things in particular, and if our benevolent prayers really worked, then there would be no disease or suffering or crime or wars, etc. We'd all live in a utopian Camelot. But we don't! I mean, come every Christmas and Easter, the Pope publicly prays for world peace. That's noble of him. But, come next Christmas and Easter, he has to do it all over again! Now if the Pope can't get results, what hope for the great unwashed?

Since a result, that is, world peace (as one of many possible examples), hasn't happened; it's obviously not the case, then either God doesn't exist, or doesn't answer prayers. If the latter, then God doesn't give a tinkers damn about us, so why should we give a tinkers damn about Him (again, being traditional and assuming the masculine)? If we don't give a damn, then Gods existence, or lack of existence, is basically irrelevant.

Think of all those trillions of man-hours (sorry, person-hours) wasted over the centuries by those in pursuit of an illusion - that praying brought results. Do you really think our world today is a better place for all that time, effort and energy? No? Then I say again - what a waste. Further, no scholarly studies ever done on the beneficial results of praying have ever shown that praying works.

If prayer does seem to work at times on a personal level, it's probably more a case of mind-over-matter, the power of positive thinking, and akin to the placebo pill in medicine. Every now and again, the improbable happens. Just because you prayed for an improbable event doesn't mean the prayer worked, and therefore that there's a God who answered it.

Further, as in the case of supposed miracles, prayer validation is also a highly selective bookkeeping exercise in that a hit is documented and displayed for the entire world to see; a miss is never mentioned or discussed. More here a course in miracles authors

Quasi related are the buzz words 'faith' and 'ritual'. As far as I can tell, all the faith in the world in a supernatural being isn't going to heal up a broken leg any faster, or anything in a similar type of basket. You would be hard pressed to provide evidence that having faith yields extra positive results relative to those not having faith. In a similar vein, religions thrive on ritual. Do this at such-and-such a time; don't do that on such-a-such day of the week; observe this; cross yourself thus, eat (or don't eat) that at this time; adopt this posture in this situation, etc. Even the military isn't quite as strict in its rules and regulations (rituals)! Anyway, observing all the rituals part and parcel of a particular religion, in terms of effectiveness, a pathway to the good life doesn't really seem to get you any extra brownie points. It strikes me as another sociological example of ass-kissing because you are told to kiss ass by authority figures who, I gather, in this case derive said authority from a supernatural being for which there is no evidence. Sorry sheep; it's all a case of the blind leading the blind.

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sebastianvora · 1 month ago

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Contrary to popular belief, there was some semblance of good that Sebastian Vora put out into the world — he wasn’t all just a manifestation of bad decisions, hard edges and anger issues. He was an extraordinary, upstanding citizen. He helped people. So what if it didn’t translate directly into his day-to-day life, and instead materialized through his scheduled volunteer sessions at the Bright Sparks community center? It was something, damn it, and it was a pretty good something at that. The kids here, well — they liked him, he thought, and everyone knew that their opinion was what actually mattered and not the opinion of those snobby ass adults in the real world that pushed them through the front doors, who often turned their noses down to him anyway. It was like, proof in the pudding basically. As much as it tended to piss him off how entitled grown-ups acted in his presence, he wouldn't quit. In fact, it only pushed him more to keep showing up. The kids didn't only like him, they needed him.

He'd been half expecting a similar, poor interaction to those he'd dealt with in the past when the front doors of the building opened to reveal a familiar troubled face, though the face itself was unexpected. Fuck if he could remember the guy's actual name, but he was fairly recognizable at this point — even though half of Pride turned out to be a blur for him, in the end. “Okay, asshole, first of all — it's not work,” he started, blissfully uncaring of his own colorful vocabulary. Thank fucking God Susanne wasn't here, otherwise he'd have to hear her whining about it again. “It's volunteering. There's a difference —” because he wasn't about to let anyone think he wasn't an extraordinary, upstanding citizen, “— and your vibe is fuckin' rancid, dude. If you're gonna be a dick about this place, talk to Chris over there. He might not tell you to fuck off.”

— bright sparks. ft. sebastian vora ( @sebastianvora )

He didn’t know what brought him here. Whether it was the fundraiser, and talking to the surprisingly kind and open people behind the entire organisation that day. Or perhaps his new…development with Toni, and the lightness he felt whenever he was with the other man, like puzzle pieces had been slot into place. Almost, anyway. There was something niggling at the back of Roman’s head, something that had been so buried into the depths of his mind, having it come to the surface was like anyone but King Arthur pulling Excalibur from the stone.

Entering the clean, unassuming building, he didn’t know if he’d find any answers. Didn’t know if he had the right questions that would lead him down a helpful path. There seemed to be a lack of much at the entrance, save for an unnamed reception desk, and a noticeboard near the front doors chock full of bright posters and pictures. In the corner, near the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking what seemed to be some imitation zen garden, were a selection of plush couches and chairs, advertising itself as some sort of communal, social area. And on them, lounged a familiar face, unfortunately. “You.” Roman said Sebastian accusingly, remembering the debacle at Pride that summer. “Um…work here? Or know anyone who does?”

#♚ / interactions.#♚ / with: roman.#♚ / roman: 001.#finn wrote this

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writtenbyevie · 2 years ago

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not only was there more than one bed there were HUNDREDS of them.

they’ve been shopping for necessities for their new apartment for weeks and haven’t been able to agree on a single damn thing. but tonight ought to be better. they’re visiting a mattress store, buying separate beds for their separate rooms. shouldn’t be an issue.

they try out a bunch, bouncing quite literally around the show room, just to land on one they both happen to like. unfortunately, only one is left in stock.

they fight over who gets to have it all the way up until close. one says this has to be sign of something. proof they shouldn’t live together. the other leaves to go to the bathroom to calm down, while the first one camps out on the bed to claim it as their own.

somehow, by the will of the devil or god depending on who you ask, they get locked in.

after a series of shenanigans trying to figure out how to escape without setting off the alarm and getting the police called on them, they resign themselves to a night in the store.

but where they do they sleep? they both want the same bed. it’s then that they hatch a plan. whoever stays up the latest gets to buy the bed. brilliant!

cut to the following morning when the opener comes in and finds both of them completely passed out in each other’s arms. begrudgingly, they wake them up and they immediately resume bickering. both parties adamant the other fell asleep first.

with no other option, they demand to see the security footage. but when the opener pulls it up, the camera is too faraway to tell. this, of course, did very little to stop either of them from arguing differently.

and argue they do. all they’ve done since they’ve signed this lease is argue. then they finally find the one thing they agree on, this stupid bed, and they fight even worse!

“well, there’s one other thing,” the opener interjects, as they continue to scrub through the tape. “that you guys agree on, I mean.”

“and what’s that,” they demand.

“that you clearly like sharing it.”

if the proof is pudding, then the fact it is in the footage. no more can these two let sleeping dogs lie. just look at them spoon! cuddle! is that a whispered love confession!

so maybe living together isn’t all that bad of an idea after all. maybe this was a sign. because that night they go home to one bed—this bed—and continue to do so for the rest of their lives.

#I wrote this thinking of iwaoi originally but just made it open ended #honestly might write this as a full story but just wanted to brain dump this here #iwaoi #but also #sakuatsu #kuroken #sunaosa #fic idea #ship tropes #shipping #ficlet #text #ao3 #evie’s jeevies

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bonvoyagenoona · 3 years ago

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Quick.

Little time and I'm being chased.

Who:

1. Buys you make up to see you in it on a nice date.

2. Buys you in it to ruin it at the end of the night?

3. Tests the 'waterproof' claims of your mascara at the end of the night.

4. Tests the smear proof claims of your lipstick--in the car. ......or before you make it out of the apartment, to go on the date.

Bonus:

Who wears some of your makeup and makes out with you?

Ahhh, Roomie! Ugh, I think you know where I'm gonna start, given all the makeup talk from Kittenfishing. But damn you led me down some sexy roads with this ask. I'll try not to blush too hard...

Q: Who buys you makeup to see you in it on a nice date? A: Yoongi

Those eyes looking you up and down, tongue licking his lips, easy and open stance in his chair, limbs apart and not grabbing you only because there's a dinner table separating your bodies. "Let's go," he says again, knee bouncing quickly. You smile, taking your sweet, sweet time with your sweet, sweet dessert, still feeling so thrilled at the bold colors that Yoongi picked out for you. A deep, rich, pigmented fuschia for your eyes. A softer shade for just a dab of blush. And a slightly warmer shade for your lips. He wants to taste it on that tongue that is now roving from lip corner to lip corner. "What's the rush?" you joke, as you raise another spoonful of your pudding to your lips, careful to clean the silver without ruining your look. Yoongi grunts at the sight of the spoon exiting your lips, shining in the candlelight. He bites his lip and drums his fingertips on the table, getting hard at the thought of him wandering around your favorite shelves for shades that he liked, picturing you smiling at his attentive knowledge, and then returning home to watch you put it on so expertly. He remembers thinking that the impressed attraction he felt for you then must be the way you feel when you watch him the studio, each delicate movement of your fingers purposeful and masterful in its execution. But now he wants those fingers on him. You still aren't done with dessert when he gives another insistent, "Let's. Go." But with those periods between the words, you know this is the last time he'll say it without force. And by the way he reaches for you in the backseat of your towncar, you know that he can't wait until you get home to finally do something about the incredible way you look.

Q: Who buys you it to ruin it at the end of the night? A: Namjoon

Namjoon is a considerate person. He keeps extra tampons at his place, always your preferred brand. He's started using your body wash and shampoo because it's convenient, but also because he wants to smell you all over him. And he has your favorite makeup wipes, one stack in the bathroom next to the cup for your toothbrush, and one stack in the bedroom for when you're feeling lazy after a long night. But neither stack is being used tonight. You couldn't even make it into the bedroom, let alone the bathroom. You're bent over the couch in the living room, and Namjoon's thumbs smear your bronzer across your cheeks before the heat between you starts to make it evaporate altogether. "Fuck," Namjoon mutters, watching your beads of sweat start to peel the foundation from your skin. His eyes flick up to your raccoon eyes, like battle scars. He's giving it to you that hard. He loves seeing you come apart in layers, always delighted to see the rawest, purest you underneath becoming unveiled. "Sexy," he breathes into your face, before swallowing your next kiss. You can't even feel the sting of eyeliner in your eyes because Namjoon is flooding every single one of your senses. Pain. Pleasure. Not yet in the balance you like, perhaps precisely because Namjoon is so caring. "Go harder," you plead, "don't hold out," clutching his back, scratching marks as bold in color as your lipstick, but as razor thin as your lip liner. "Yeah?" Namjoon gasps, his long shaft piercing you on its next stroke. "God, I was hoping..." He pulls back. When he slams back into you, you wail. "Had it in my mind to ruin you tonight," he admits, before slupring your lips up with his.

Q: Who tests the "waterproof" claims of your mascara at the end of the night? A: Jungkook

"Damn, jagi," Jungkook coos, as you take more of him inside. Even though he's so thick, his slick shaft slides so easily in, and you swear his perfect crown is edging into your stomach with the way he's filling you up. "How are you fucking doing that?" he whines, trying his best to keep still. You moan, and he shivers at the way your throat vibrates against his most sensitive skin. You fondle his balls and make him buck sideways, those strong thighs helping him to keep in place. But you don't need him to stay so still. You run your hands up and down his thighs, free of the restaurant required casual business attire now that you're both home and in bed. You feel each muscle of those thighs with your soft hands, and you moan, trying to coax him into the movements he so desperately wants to make. "Sure?" Jungkook asks, peeking down at you, jaw set and strained, that one adorable dimple showing how much effort he's really putting in to control himself. You nod and shine your eyes up at him, tears rolling down from their outer corners, dripping across your temples, taking the black ink of your mascara with it and diving into your taut hairline. You feel pinpricks there as Jungkook tightens his fist even more around your gathered mane and sighs a warning. "OK..." He whines and grunts as he pumps, and you swear that you could come just from the sound. "Gonna come," he whimpers, as if reading your mind. "Gonna come on that pretty face. All over it." You whimper back, squeezing his package and making him keen. "Cream all over you," he goes on. "Wipe that mascara off if the tears won't do it." You tighten your throat, and he cries out, sliding out of you and tracing your cheeks and lips with his head. You circle his shaft with hands moistened by your pussy's arousal, and then he releases his own arousal all over you, just like he said he would. "Waterproof my ass," he chuckles, as he reaches down to wipe your eyes with his thumbs. "Mmm," you groan, words enhanced by the rasp Jungkook's cock has given you, "so you're saying you want to play with your ass next?..."

Q: Who tests the smear proof claims of your lipstick in the car or before you make it out of the apartment to go on the date? A: Taehyung

Your lipstick never had a chance against Taehyung's thumb, pulling smearing your lipstick on its tight and rough journey across your lips, pushed into a pout by the force he's slamming into you, and the force he's slamming your body into the front door behind you. He can't get enough of the sight, your bold, signature, classic red spread across your chin and cheek like war paint. "Tae," you whine, eyes screwing tight and closed when he tugs on your hair to reveal your neck. "Tae, we... they're waiting..." His grunt asks his question for him. Why are you still asking questions? Why are you so worried about your dinner party? Isn't it clear how the rest of the night will unfold? "Just you and me tonight, jagi," he growls at you. "Thought this was making tha clear." You yelp when he picks you up and slams your back harder against your front door. Everything's starting to come apart. Your heels have fallen to the floor. Your dress will need repairs. And at Taehyung's incredible, deep, satiating stroke, your body is threatening to break down completely, like your mind already is. "Tae... more... fuck..." You worry that the hinges of your door won't hold, and that you'll spill into the hallway for everyone to see. But as your orgasm washes over you, the way your velvety soft lipstick has over your face, and Tae's, you don't care. All you want is more of this feeling, of Tae filling in the voids of your world with such violently bright and real color.

Bonus Q: Who wears some of your makeup and makes out with you? A: Jimin

There's a few things that you and Jimin share. Your one-bedroom loft in the city. Your favorite food. Your friends, who are no doubt already waiting at your favorite restaurant for your reservation time. But there are few things you are as fond of as your shared giggles, resonating against the walls and floating into the sky at any given time, smiles always so random and free. You're giggling together now, both of you looking in the bathroom mirror as you put makeup on yourselves, pausing only to reach over to each other to dab something equally random on. You swipe Jimin with a brush of your blush, and he playfully pouts at having to redo his foundation to void himself of the spacey pink. As you're perfecting your attempt at a floating liner, he tells you that you need to extend your line a little more on the left, jokingly judging your elbow and making you scribble into your now ruined cheek. You scoff and start throwing all kinds of powders and creams at each other, until Jimin wraps your arms up with his and smiles at your pink-blue-red-purple-gold-black-splotched face. You smile into his. And Jimin's eyes fall to your lips. "Is that a new gloss?" he asks. You nod slowly. "Mmhmm." You smack your lips. "Cherry." Jimin's pupils darken as he feels your soft body with his soft hands, pressing his stiffening cock into your thighs, head getting wet with his juices, and making you glad that you stayed in your robe to put your face on. "I think I need a bit of gloss, too," Jimin says playfully. You move to reach for the tube, but he kisses you instead, smearing and staining and sticking. You gasp for air when he finally lets you, and you notice in your daze that his fingers are unknotting your robe. "We're gonna be late," you chide. Jimin grins sneakily. "Did you think we were really gonna go anywhere with you looking like that?" he jokes, making you pinch and bite his arms and shoulders. He lets out a groan at your nips and nibbles, and then he pulls you in closer. Tighter. Deeper into him, like the kiss he completely sweeps you up in. The robe falls to the ground. "Want you all to myself tonight, jagi," he whispers, fingers tracing down to your weeping pussy. "What do you say?"

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killerandhealerqueen · 3 years ago

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Headcanon: Drunk Yohan, like completely. And his family takes completely advantage of it. Makes him wear animal ear headbands, qear fluffy animal pjs, act all not-Yohan as possible. Elijah takes phones as proof. Gaon laughs and have fun. He does try to save Yohan' remaining dignity at the end of the night. But then Yohan whines for pudding like a 3 year old, even throwing a fit. Next morning, Yohan is confused about thr 50 pound case of pudding, individually wrapped of course, that he end up placing in his drunken state. He denies, Elijah shows proof, Yohan is not amused. Gaon laughs first, Elijah follows. They run from Yohan.

LMAO

Gaon comes home one day after a long day at work to the sound of delighted laughter, making him frown because what on earth is so funny?

So he goes to investigate (as one does) and finds Elijah in Yohan's study, a bright smile on her face as she sits before her uncle, who has...a fluffy pink bunny hat on

"Elijah? What's going on here?"

"Elijah looks over at him and grins as she motions him over, Gaon walking over to her with confusion written all over his face

"Yohan's super drunk...so I put some fuzzy bunny ears on him before he's not going to stop me"

Gaon stares at his drunk boss with the fluffy bunny ears on his head and he can't help but snort out a laugh because oh my god

"How did he even get this drunk?"

Elijah shakes her head just as Yohan lets out a groan and sits up, the pink bunny ears flopping around causing Gaon and Elijah to stare at him for a moment before they burst out laughing because they just can't take him seriously

Yohan drunkenly narrows his eyes at them and demands to know what they're laughing about and Gaon can barely breathe but he has an idea as he heads to Yohan's room, quickly heading for the closet because he swore he saw something in there that could complete the look and he soon finds it: a matching pink onesie

He then takes it back out and Elijah looks at him in shock as he walks over to Yohan and instructs him to put it on because it's late and he shouldn't sleep in his work clothes

Yohan narrows his eyes at him then at the onesie before he sighs and grabs the onesie, going to go change

As he's changing, Gaon and Elijah look at each other in shock because 1) they didn't think Yohan would take the onesie, 2) he didn't even question as to why Gaon had the onesie

When Yohan comes out wearing the onesie (as well as the floppy bunny hat), Gaon and Elijah can't help but let out peals of laughter because Kang "The Abyss" Yohan looks so damn adorable

Yohan, on the other hand, is a bit disgruntled as he's still super drunk and he doesn't notice Gaon and Elijah pulling out their phones to take photos

Of course, as they're taking photos, Elijah is instructing Yohan to do different poses, like cutesy poses that most girls do on instagram

Yohan, of course, complies and does the cutesy poses and Gaon has to physically restrain himself from combusting at how cute his boss is. He doesn't understand how Yohan can act this cute but god damn, Gaon isn't sure how much longer his heart can take it before it gives out

After taking a multitude of pictures, Gaon declares that it's time for bed, first putting Elijah to bed because she has school in the morning and needs to get a good nights rest. Once he puts Elijah to bed, he goes to put Yohan to bed but can't find him in the study and instead finds him in the kitchen, searching the fridge

"Sir? What are you doing?"

"Looking for pudding"

"Pudding?"

"Mm"

Gaon blinks before he huffs and shakes his head as he walks over to Yohan and takes him by the arm, guiding him away from the fridge and to his bedroom

"I'll make sure that you have pudding, sir, okay?"

"I like pudding"

"I know you do"

Gaon is then able to help Yohan into bed and giggles to himself one last time at his boss in the pink bunny ears hat and fluffy onesie, making sure to take a picture before he heads out of the room

The next morning Yohan wakes up with like a super bad hangover and he finds himself still dressed in the pink onesie and bunny hat, making him think to himself "what the fuck"

When he walks out into the kitchen, he finds like a 50 lb tub of pudding with a little note that reads "You said you liked pudding, so I made sure that you got enough"

He then looks up to see Gaon and Elijah trying their best to keep their laughter in so he narrows his eyes at them and asks what's so funny

Elijah then motions him over and shows him all the photos they took and Yohan looks a little scandalized that he did all of those poses before he points at Elijah and Gaon

"Nobody can ever see these"

Gaon nods and promises that no one will see them while Elijah just smirks

"Elijah"

"Alright, alright..."

Elijah definitely keeps the photos for blackmail purposes, just in case, and Gaon may or may not have set one of the many photos as his home screen (not his lock screen or god knows the questions he'd get asked)

#sass answers #jiejie edition #the devil judge #kang yohan #kim gaon #kang elijah #gahan #lawful husbands #lawful husbands family #the devil judge headcanons

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oh-my-damn · 2 years ago

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Hey, gorgeous 💕💕

So i was reading part 141 of The Stranger and losing my fucking mind! when i got to the end of it however i was going to click the read more tab like i've been doing for the past week or so only to be met with a different tap and that has shattered my entire existence i'll have you know 😫😫😫

I can't believe i got caught up to the latest one 😭😭😭i completely lost track of time reading this magnificent and brilliant series! 😍😍

Honestly, bestie, there are no words that can convey the love i have for these two lovebirds. To say they're #relationshipgoals is a damn understatement!

Your incredible writing has made my heart ache and bleed for Christopher because there is nothing in this world that i want more than for him to have that kinda love with someone that he deems worthy 😭😭

It has also made me tear up more times than i'd like because it reminded me in the cruelest ways of how very single and very lonely i am 😅

But that what good stories do! They make you feel things and though some might be of a sad nature, the good glorious rest makes it all worth the while!!!

I will be forever enchanted by how brilliant you are at building characters, - for they always have their special tics and antics that makes them all the more real - by how mind-blowing you are at dialogue! My god! Not one word coming out of any character's mouth wasn't pure fucking gold!

Your sense of humour is IMMACULATE! And the addition of the instagram posts was just fucking genius!

Thank you for gracing us with this breathtaking series, brilliant Mandy! ❤️❤️

I cannot WAIT to see where you take this story from here and you've mentioned a curveball last night and now i'm shaken like a fucking leaf scared shitless! 😫😫😫

AWWWW

I kept this in my inbox for longer than I should bc I just liked it so dang much

So so sweet

I'm very happy it made you feel stuff, even if its sad sometimes! Sometimes it makes me feel sad, too

I want that love for him as well (he can find it right here, btw, the proof is in the pudding) and i love those two to DEATH i tell you that

I hope you read the new chapter !! I updated yesterday ! hehe (or was it friday? who can remember these things, certainly not me lmao)

A curveball is coming and it will test them and their relationship A LOT

lets hope theyve built up enough of a bond to get through it, shall we?

ALSO im happy you like the insta posts, they take such a long time but i LOVE doing them and i think theyre so fun !!! hehehehehe

Thank you again for being the bestest of the bestest always and forever <3

#bestie oula #the best #friendo hehe #the stranger #chramelia #mandy answers

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bluewinnerangel · 3 years ago

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Hi, okay I'm new to all things 1D and Larry is real because how can they not when the proof is in the pudding. Anyway, in my studies of MPs and gifs posts I see a lot of gifs about 'subtle' (not subtle) touches and love-handles holding, etc. but I also see that the boys, in general, were very touchy with each other. so when larry touch, fond, etc, are they isolated incidents or could you say the same about the other boys?

you can definitely take any 2 people there's just a lot of footage of, isolate moments, slow down the speed, zoom in, put some music in the in the back and you've set yourself a nice and maybe even convincing scene. So yeah you can say the same about all the other boys, about any combination (ok maybe not ANY but most of them sure), and in fetus times they were just one big pile of limbs anyway so yeah what makes them different from the others?

like what is this is this a thruple then (i mean no judgement if it is, I'm all for thruples, but the point is you just need 1 moment to make something look like something it's maybe not)

The thing is, it's not in the touches, not even in the looks, it's not in any of the footage of them together, it's all the patterns, the consistencies of everything surrounding them. Like I'm not going to claim these touches that we've seen are of romantic nature just because they look like it. I'm gonna do that because of all the surrounding mess pointing at that they're indeed an item.

So with that said it's time to yell about whatever harry's hand is doing here because harry wtf there's a camera like on top of it:

that's the same interview of this gotta stop myself from sitting on his lap

which brings me to the other point that after a while they o so actively tried to avoid doing this behaviour that was clearly natural to them, again kinda giving away that their behaviour wasn't just bropal closey closey mate yes beer and football no marriage

and the way they handle eachother does speak volumes. Louis is fking gentle with Harry (k maybe not in x factor days...needs more dots........) but a god damn bulldozer when coming for anyone else like he's about to punchkick em of a cliff. Then with harry he either flirts / comes onto ppl and helped why we're still cruising narry and zarry, i mean that fratboy especially, coming for them lol almost as if he's just teasing them to see at what point they would get uncomfortable, or he's the opposite like a little tiny smol spoon of AAAHHH SHIT when men come onto him instead (I'm thinking of liam on stage in like 2014/15 or for sone reason those pics with lenny kravitz bahahahs) and with Louis he's neither, he's gentle back, he's aware of his space and letting him have the space, letting him speak for the both of them.

i feel like this was a horrible answer but I'm about to fall asleep and if i save it to drafts now i know myself it's gonna sit there for days so there you have it

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May I request something anything fluffy with male reader with Sero and/or Kenma if u want to od just one of them pls Sero im desperate for him QAQ

Okokokso I was GONNA do drabbles, but I kinda went a little over board with them, so they’re kinda mini fics?? Like they aren’t as long as my usual fics but it’s longer that what people call a Drabble? I’m def proud of them so pls pls enjoy

Seros is under the cut, and kenmas is under seros !

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Sero x reader - Interesting

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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First days of school were always kinda rough.

No one knew anyone, nor what anyone’s quirk was. You had power until someone found out you had a stupid quirk-or no quirk at all. It was an unfair hierarchy yet to be overthrown.

“Ne ne-Mina-Chan, right?” A soft spoken, (h/c) boy piped up as he walked towards Minas seat. Even if he was on the softer side, that wouldn’t stop him from making a friend or two.

Mina chuckled and gave (y/n) a short, animated, description of her quirk. It was acid apparently, and had nothing to do with her looks.

Sero absentmindedly followed (y/n) around the classroom as he asked people what their quirk was. He was hoping he’d miss him. He didn’t want someone to comment on how he got into the hero course with a boring quirk like hi-

“You’re Sero-kun, right?”

Seros blood ran cold. He shifted in his seat to face the boy standing beside him, arms resting on the back of his chair. He was awfully close, and his hard, but soft gaze seemed to make him melt into his seat. He didn’t know why though. It was probably due to the fact that he was about to disappoint him with his quirk.

“Yeah...that’s me alright. What can I do you for?” Sero jabbed a fist into his chest, trying to seem as cool as possible to make up for everything else. (Y/n) smiled.

“I was wondering, since I saw something kinda bulking out of your elbow sleeves. What’s you quirk, Sero-Chan?”

Damn, already with the ‘Chan’? The black haired boy gulped and pulled up his sleeve. “Well-I can shoot tape out of my elbows. It’s nothing interesting, I know...I’ve heard it plenty of times...”

Sero ripped a small piece of tape off from his elbows, and stuck it onto (y/n’s) blazer. He hadn’t met his eyes yet, fully expecting him to be disappointed or underwhelmed. Instead, he felt a finger lift his chin up to face the boy standing in front of him.

“I think your plenty interesting, Sero-chan.”

It was only now that Sero seemed to notice how the morning, sleepy light flooded into the classroom, making (y/n) glisten and glow like an angel infront of him. His finger was still on his chin, but he was harboring a soft, clad smile, full of genuine interest and kindness.

The raven haired boy broke out from his trance when (y/n) peeled off the tape from his button up and stuck it tentatively onto Seros nose. He flinched slightly, before his cheeks burned a pinkish color and (y/n) ruffled his soft, black hair.

“I’ll see you later, yeah? Let’s eat lunch together.” And with that, (y/n) walked away, probably to ask the boy with the glasses what his quirk was. Or maybe the girl with the earphone jack ears.

Sero knew that he were probably just being nice, but he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit special. He felt the genuine admiration flow from his voice as he smiled warmly at him, and complimented him.

He peeled the piece of white tape from his nose, holding it close to his face for a long minute. He chose to ignore the pounding, fluttery feeling in his chest as he stuck the piece of tape onto the edge of his table.

That single, offhanded compliment was how the ever-plain, flushed, Sero hanta, became hooked.

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Kenma x reader - I Like You

⚠️warnings - weepy kenma, none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Quiet was always kinda nice, especially for Kenma. Not so much (y/n) though.

Kenma sat propped up against his pillow, playing on his tv with the controller resting on his lap. (Y/n) sat across from him, sprawled out on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. When Kenma said he wanted (y/n) to come over, he expected them to yknow...actually hangout together.

After another minute of deafening silence, with the occasional ring of kenmas video game, (y/n) decided he could take no more. He wanted cuddles, damnit.

“...say, Kenma,” (y/n) heard a pause chime in Kenmas game, taking that as his cue to continue.

“Do you love me?”

There was more silence, before the pudding head looked away bashfully. “Mm...you already know it, right....”

“Well...yes,” (y/n) looked at Kenma, holding a neutral expression. “But I wanna hear your say it.”

There was more silence, before (y/n) took matters into his own hands. He hoisted Kenmas arm up, earning a small yelp, and crawled on top of him, holding his own body weight with his arms as to not crush his boyfriend. He then tucked his arms in between both their chests nimbly once he knew both of them were comfortable.

(Y/n) forced Kenma to look at him, but he shifted his head to the side, slightly whipping his hair onto the boys face. Kenmas hands, having discarded the game controller long ago, brought his hands to wrap around the boys torso in front of him, even if he wasn’t looking at him. (Y/n) eyed his arms gently.

“Y’know...with physical body language and stuff, you have proof you’re liked,” Kenma held his head to the side, but he listened intently at his boyfriends soft words. “It’s super easy to understand.”

“It can be convenient at times, but you can also immediately understand people’s change of feelings. It’s very scary.”

(Y/n) laid his head on Kenmas shoulder, humming quietly before going on with his rant. “But-I told you countless times that I like you properly.”

Kenmas blush deepened with everytime he recalled (y/n) randomly professing his love for him, whether it be on the court, smiling and dicking around like an idiot, or more calmly when he’s walking home with him and Kuroo.

(Y/n) lifted his head to look at Kenma with a heart wrenching smile.

“I do that, because saying ‘I like you’ to the guy I like, makes me super happy!”

He untucked an arm from underneath him and touched Kenmas face scarcely. “Don’t you think that?”

Kenma finally faced (y/n), gripping the arm holding his cheek with furrowed brows and a blush. While he did face (y/n), he didn’t look at him, opting to take interest in a patch of dust just outside his window.

They stayed like that for awhile, until Kenma brought his gaze up the the boy on top of him, who was look at him patiently, with soft, kind eyes.

“I...” Kenmas flushed face couldn’t be any redder. “I like you...”

Kenma kept repeating those words, in various ways such as “I like you so much” or “I..I like you, (y/n)”. He kept at it until his mouth ran dry, all the moisture draining and expelling itself in the form of tears brinking at the corners of his eyes. They taunted him like flames licking at the corners of his pretty face, threatening to spill, if Kenmas throat had not closed up and let him say “I like you” one more time.

Panic hit (y/n) like a truck as he spazzed out on top of his weepy boyfriend. “A-ah! Wait no no no no-I didn’t mean that I was like-mad at you or anything! I was just ranting and stuff oh god-“

He wrapped his arms around kenmas neck, nuzzing into his side with tears forming in his own eyes. “Kenmaaaaa, aaaah Kenma-chan I’m shooo showwyyy!”

Kenma dried his eyes. It was silent again, with the sound of sniffles echoing across the quiet room. Kenma shifted once more, to face his boyfriend, and wrap his arms around him, forgetting about his game or his tear stained face entirely.

“Tears make me tired...” he mumbled, drawing the boy closer. “I want cuddles.”

(Y/n), now happy again, obliged and wrapped his arms and legs around him. The quiet background music of kenmas game played in a non irritating loop, eventually lulling the two boys to sleep.

Hm. I guess (y/n) got his cuddles after all.

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whateverthedragonswant · 4 years ago

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I do love me some good breakup tension - scene 1 (15x06)

Yes, we already know Cas loves Dean here but like I’ve been saying all along, they really turned the burner on Destiel to an all-time high this season, to the point where it couldn’t be ignored. More proof in the pudding so to speak. Again, this is just my personal read/take on this.

This scene absolutely kills me:

(so the scene I had linked here vanished from YouTube, so I apologize but I can’t link it, it’s the scene from 15x06 where Cas is buying supplies for fishing in the beginning of the episode, and of course Dean and Cas’ phone call)

We know that Sam has been trying to text Cas with no response (earlier scene shown of said unanswered text messages), trying to figure out why Cas left in 15x03 without a word (which we now know the scene where Dean explains to Sam was cut). Not only is he trying to do an activity Dean has mentioned enjoying in the past, he’s gone radio silent on the Winchesters.

“I had a friend who...” - interesting way to put it, Cas. Yes, technically they’re in the middle of this “domestic dispute” as Jensen called it, but what breaks my heart is that while Cas is trying to get some space, he’s still pining for Dean here and it’s so obvious. They clearly meant to show it as romantic. Again, to those who still think his “I love you” in 15x18 was not romantic, look at this, look I tell you. *tapes your eye lids open & points to the screen*

This is a breakup. Not a brotherly battle or sibling fight, not a friend breakup, not a fight with a co-worker or your neighbor but a breakup. Just like Misha was told to play a “jilted lover” in 9x06, he is now playing the lover again, but this time the spurned lover. Leaving, trying to get space, do something meditative to try to move on, get that person off your mind... While also secretly hoping the other one will realize how they wronged you, will come begging for forgiveness or wanting to make things right, that they get how pissed/hurt you are but they don’t want to be without you so they’ll do whatever it takes to fix it... If I start to sound like a damn rom-com here, it’s not my fault, blame the story lol.

“Wish I’d found it more relaxing” Yeah, I bet he does because it’s not clearing his mind or taking his troubles away, not distracting him from thinking about the one thing “he knows he can’t have” (15x18).

The phone call comes next and as we know from Cas stating in season 8, he has excellent hearing, he’s a celestial being, so he already knows that Dean is the one on the phone. That’s why he turns his head away when the sheriff holds the phone up at first, looking like he wishes he could leave for a second before thinking it over. Sure enough, we see him reluctantly taking the call and acting like it’s the last thing he wants to do. He stares straight ahead at a spot on the wall and lets out a stiff “Hello” -- almost as if he is trying to make sure he’s stiff as a board, pure steel, not being affected whatsoever.

When Dean mentions Sam has been trying to get in touch with him, Cas says he knows. He’s not trying to be mean to Sam or to block him out, it’s because the one person he wants to be texting him nonstop and calling him is Dean. That’s why he’s not checking Sam’s messages.

When Cas lets out that quick and yet sassy “nope”, my first reaction was “oh damn, this really is a breakup, holy shit, where’s Eileen with that popcorn?” And now rewatching it, my God it’s just so obvious. This is forefront and center, it’s right in our faces. He wants Dean to know he’s not checking his phone, he wants him to know that he’s not looking at it whatsoever, that he’s so over it. (we know he’s not)

Dean tells him “smart, why would you?” Btw, do you notice that’s always Dean’s go to with Cas? A crack about him being stupid or smart (sarcastically, like here) or he’s a dumbass, especially when he’s really angry or worried? Just an interesting observation.

Before hanging up, Dean warns him to watch himself since Chuck is back, and tells him to check his damn messages. Again, Dean is showing his concern here. He literally used the whole FBI superior-agent-ruse-thingie to warn Cas about an impending danger and bypass the whole Cas ignoring them thing. And what is one thing that Dean has revealed in the past that he is not a fan of when it comes to Cas? When Cas ignores them, their voicemails or messages or prayers, or fails to check in, and why? Because it’s worrying (and Dean doesn’t like being ignored by Cas), something Dean has said more than once.

It’s not shown in this particular link (it got cut off at the end) but after Dean hangs up, Cas brings his sleeve up to his face for a second, looking like he’s wiping something or about to, and then continues as if Dean hasn’t just clicked off, to keep up the pretense for the sheriff, and then hangs up the phone. Cas is affected here as we know but it was more than just talking to Dean again, it was also Dean warning him about Chuck. Dean still cares and it gets to him.

They’re both still angry, still cooling off, both still in the throes of this big breakup, but they both still care about one another. And that’s shown through Cas fishing (and thinking of Dean, a friend he had) and Dean taking the opportunity to warn Cas about Chuck. He could have texted Cas that, he could have called him, but no, he did it right when Cas wouldn’t be able to argue back or hang up, when he had to listen. When he couldn’t ignore him or reject his calls or not answer his texts.

Romantic read, I tell you. God, this season was epic (well 90% of it), riddled with moments like these. It’s all about the framing, the editing, the acting, and the dialogue, my friends.

#destiel #deancas #cas loves dean #dean loves cas #dean x cas #destiel meta #the big breakup of 2019 #destiel breakup #spn rewatch #spnposts #destielposts #metaposts

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Would you mind sharing your brioche recipe?

I DO NOT MIND AT ALL

BUCKLE UP KIDS

GOOD DAMN GLUTEN-FREE BRIOCHE

250g (8.8 oz) cornstarch OR potato starch OR arrowroot starch

150g (5.3 oz) tapioca starch

100g (3.5 oz) brown rice flour

50g (1.8 oz) millet flour

50g (1.8 oz) sorghum flour

30g (1 oz) gluten-free oat flour

20g (.7 oz) teff flour

1 tbsp xanthan gum OR guar gum

1 tsp salt

20g (.7 oz) yeast

1 ½ tsp sugar

80 mL (2.7 oz or 1/3 c.) warm water

25g flaxmeal, preferably golden

80 mL (2.7 oz or 1/3 c.) hot water

40g (1.4 oz) honey

50g (1.8 oz) sugar

5 large eggs at room temperature

1 tbsp apple cider vinegar

113g (4 oz or 1 stick) butter plus ~50g (2 oz or ½ stick) separate (it should be possible to substitute coconut or olive oil, but I have not tested this)

320 mL (10.8 oz or 1 1/3 c.) half and half OR high fat unsweetened dairy substitute

NOTE ON MEASUREMENTS: Gluten free baking involves more precision than most other baking, because the flours weigh and behave differently from wheat flours. You could try to convert to volumetric measures with Google but I can’t guarantee that’ll work. This has been tested a hundred times or more with consistent, predictable results. Weigh your ingredients.

Preheat your oven to 170 degrees F (or 75 degrees C).

Measure your flours, xanthan/guar gum and salt and whisk them together thoroughly in a mixing bowl and set to the side.

In a separate, large mixing bowl, combine yeast, 1 ½ tsp sugar and warm (NOT HOT, you will kill your yeast) water, and set in a warm space. Set aside and ignore it for five to ten minutes, or until it’s frothed up and doubled in size.

While the yeast is waking up, in a third small bowl (I know, we’re using all your bowls), combine your flaxmeal and the hot water until it turns into a goopy slurry.

Now, add the sugar and honey to the yeast bowl, along with the flax slurry, apple cider vinegar and four of the eggs. Mix well, then add a half cup or so of your flour mixture. If you’ve baked any sort of bread before, you know that we are making a sponge! This is the part where, if you’ve never made gluten-free bread before, things begin to look a little weird. It's gonna look kind of like thin, foamy cake batter, and that’s normal. Set aside until it’s just about doubled in size.

You don’t wanna let it over-rise because these gums and flax make great substitutes, but they don’t trap the gases from the yeast quite as effectively as gluten. In yet another (microwave safe) bowl, melt the first stick of butter. Stir in the half and half and microwave for thirty to forty-five seconds, or until warm-ish.

Now, mix in the rest of your flour blend to the sponge, adding in alternating increments with the butter/half-and-half mixture. If you’ve made gluten-having bread before, here is where things start to be very distressing, because this is not the sort of dough you can knead. In point of fact, this isn’t the kind of dough you can just throw on a stone in a nice ball; you need a pan. (No, seriously, pan not optional). This recipe makes either two small loaves, or a bunch of rolls, or a small loaf and rolls.

With a flourless cooking spray, liberally spray the interior of your pan(s) and transfer the dough so the pans are approximately 2/3 full. I recommend a spatula, and also spraying your hand with the cooking spray to assist said spatula, because this stuff is STICKY, like soda bread from hell. Smooth the tops of the dough as best you can, and slot your pans into your low-temp oven, because unbeknownst to you, you’ve constructed a no-budget proofer box! Set a timer for fifteen minutes and use the time to wash up, because by now your kitchen is a small disaster area.

Once your timer goes off, take your bread out to continue to relax and breathe in a cozy place in your kitchen and raise your oven temp to 375 degrees F (190 C). While the oven’s heating up, crack your last egg, whisk it, and brush it over the top of your dough with a pastry brush. Once your oven’s preheated, take a very sharp knife and gently saw some slashes in the top of your dough. (You want the slashes because they’re a.) necessary for rising and b.) attractive.)

For rolls, set your timer for fifteen to twenty minutes (loaves need closer to thirty or forty), but keep an eye on the oven. You want a golden brown top and ovens tend to vary on how they hold temp, but you’ll know they’re done when you jab them with a thermometer and they’re 190 degrees F (85-ish degrees C) in the center. Melt the final half stick of butter and give your bread a glaze while they’re still warm.

That’s a lot of very specific words, and maybe you don’t trust like that. Maybe you want visual proof that this isn’t a fool’s errand. Okay. Here’s a roll:

Huh. Whaddaya know, that looks pretty bread-like. But what about the interiors? You tell me.

That thar appears to be… hmm. What’s the word I’m looking for… ah yes. BREAD. IT’S BREAD. IT’S HELLA BREAD. IT IS IN FACT A BRIOCHE.

When it’s warm, it’s light and fluffy like some kind of miraculous cloud. When it’s cooled, it’s dense and hearty rib-sticking peasant bread. It freezes well. It thaws fine. Toast it, use it for sandwiches, crumble it up for breadcrumbs to make meatballs, drag it around a soup bowl to sop up the broth. LIVE YOUR TRUTH.

It makes bread pudding so good you see see god and french toast that’ll make your knees go out, no lie.

I KNOW WHAT I’M ABOUT.

#Anonymous #also tagging #ms-demeanor #recipe #long post #gluten free #brioche #allergy friendly #sucks to be you if you want a 'normal' bread recipe #mark bittman probably has one #I have made this with no gums before #subbing in chia seeds instead #it looked really fucking weird and the rise was compromised but it was still tasty

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kaalamarii · 4 years ago

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Victor/MC part 1

Sup demons it’s ya boy.

Look who decided to post something. First a few notes...

This was getting really long (like the longest I’ve ever written actually!) and I worked/am working very hard on it. I just wanted to get the first part out and will hopefully get the second part out this weekend.

MC is not at all how she is in the game in this fic.

There’s no smut in this, but will be in the next one 😉 so no warnings here except language.

anddddd I guess that’s it. Hope you enjoy. 💕

MC chewed her lip, eyes scanning her kitchen where piles of dirty dishes and a mess of ingredients taunted her, an embarrassing reminder of her failed attempts at baking. She cursed herself, wishing she was listening as Kiki asked if she’d be willing to make a cake for a company bake sale. “Sure, uh huh,” was her exact response as she focused more on beating her high score on Doodle Jump than the meeting. (Willow later made fun of her for that… “who even plays Doodle Jump anymore?”)

Standing amongst the disaster that was her kitchen, she sighed, picking up her phone and hovering her thumb over Victor’s number in her contacts, for once not giggling at the nickname “Bitch” she had oh so affectionately given him. God, she did not want to call him. Admitting defeat was difficult enough already without the LFG CEO’s insults.

MC shook her head, turning the screen off and shoving the phone into her bra. Sure enough there’d be a shop or two open still and she could get a mix and call it a night. That would be preferable to asking Victor for help and getting berated for “not being able to follow directions” or whatever he might say. MC grabbed her wallet, adding it to her very handy boob/phone holder bra.

Luckily for her, there was a shitty little corner store within walking distance and it wasn’t cold out. It was a bit dark, but she had walked there on several different occasions, at later times than this-and oftentimes intoxicated in some sort of way-so she wasn’t too nervous to make the small trip.

After a ten minute walk she made it to the store. A bell rang as she entered, the lone cashier welcoming her in a monotone voice, eyes not budging from his magazine. She let out a very informal “‘Sup”, though the cashier didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Do you have cake mixes here?” she asked, earning a sigh and an eye roll from the worker. Still not looking at her, he pointed her to one of the aisles. She thanked him before heading over. Squatting down to get a better look, she took a box off the shelf and looked it over. Vanilla should work, she thought, and read the instructions on the back to make sure she had everything else she needed for it.

MC heard the door ring again but didn’t think much of it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure. “Think I can trick people into thinking I made this from scratch?” She asked, holding out the box to the stranger beside her. He didn’t answer, and she looked over at him, jumping at the sight.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Victor’s fine, thanks,” he replied, taking the mix from her and narrowing his eyes at it. “Really, box cake mix?”

“What are you doing here?” MC asked, crossing her arms. “Also, did you just try to make a joke?”

“Somebody pocket dialed me,” The CEO held his phone up to show her that he was currently on a call with...her.

MC’s face heated up instantly, and she pulled her phone out of her boobs (much to Victor’s surprise and confusion) to see that, indeed, her phone was on and had been on a call with him since she had left for the shop. She sighed as she hung up the phone and shoved it back into her bra, bracing herself for his insults.

Victor’s eyes followed the phone into her cleavage unintentionally. The lightest of blushes brushed over his cheeks, so light that MC didn’t even notice. “Haven’t you heard of pockets?”

“Why do I need pockets when I have a perfectly good set of tits to store my stuff in?” she retorted, placing her hands over her aforementioned breasts, giving them a squeeze.

“Goodness gracious,” the CEO griped. “You really are a hot mess.”

“At least I’m hot, right?”

Victor scoffed, ignoring her quip. “You need to pay more attention. I don’t appreciate random calls this late at night.”

“Late?” MC teased, looking down at her phone and pressing the side button to turn on the screen. It illuminated her cleavage as she read the time. “It’s only nine, grandpa.”

“It’s dark out,” he replied, once again ignoring what she said to him. “You never know what creeps are out this time of night.”

“Oh, like the one I just ran into?”

Victor’s eyes darkened as he looked down at her. “Cut the attitude.”

MC didn’t have a chance to talk back as Victor set the box of cake mix back on the shelf. “Were you actually going to buy this nonsense?”

“I agreed to make a cake for the company bake sale and it turns out I’m not a baker.”

“Don’t you make pudding?”

She shrugged.

“Whatever. I’m not going to let you buy that and I’m most definitely not going to let you give it to anyone else. Come on. We’re going to Souvenir and we’ll whip something up.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“I won’t take no for an answer.”

Victor wrapped his hand around her wrist, guiding her to his car. MC was surprised by how gentle his hand was on her, how he led her but not forcefully, but almost protectively. She looked up at him, taking a moment to admire his profile. She couldn’t help but smile. He was an asshole for sure, but she still always enjoyed spending time with him, and she couldn’t help but feel excited at this late night trip to Souvenir.

At Souvenir, MC waited patiently as Victor rummaged through the kitchen, grabbing flour, sugar, and other ingredients as well as measuring cups, mixing bowls, and the rest of the various items they needed. She hopped up onto the counter, watching him. He was a handsome man, that was for sure, but whenever he cooked, she found him drop dead sexy. He wasn’t even cooking yet, but already had that focused look on his face, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a tight line. She wasn’t sure of his feelings for her. Hell, she wasn’t even sure of her feelings for him, but seeing him like that, she couldn’t help the absolutely raunchy images running through her mind.

“Were you raised by wolves? Get off my damn counter.”

His annoyance at her made her chuckle and she slid off, feet hitting the ground with a soft thud.

“How many times have I told you not to do that? Not only is it unsanitary, you could fall and get hurt.”

“I’m not a child.”

“Then quit acting like one.”

MC sighed. “You know, you don’t have to do this. I can just go home and buy a premade cake from the grocery store tomorrow morning.”

“Pointless of you to say considering we’re already here,” he argued, “Plus I am not letting you give up that easily. You promised you’d make a cake and you’re going to make one. A real cake, not some crap from a store.”

MC couldn’t help but giggle from his choice of words. “Oooh, you said crap.”

Victor rolled his eyes. “You really are a child.”

“Box cake mixes aren’t that bad, you know,” she said as he handed her an apron. She pulled it over her head and tied it around her back. “Sometimes junk food can be satisfying.”

“What do you mean? I eat desserts.”

“Yeah, but you eat, like, fancy dessert. Not junk food. Like, don’t you ever want to go get a shitty fast food burger or milkshake?”

“I would rather die.”

“You are so dramatic!” MC said with a chuckle.

“Why would I want to eat something that can be described as ‘shitty’?”

Victor rolled his eyes as she once again found humor in his language. She had heard him cuss before and he didn’t really understand why it was so funny to her. He’d never let himself admit that he found pleasure in her laugh.

“Because it tastes good! Even though it’s bad for you. It’s like a guilty pleasure.”

“Are you quite done?” he questioned, the usual irritation in his voice. Not letting her respond, he continued, “ I preheated the oven and greased the pans already, so now you need to sift the flour and baking soda.”

He spoke as he rolled his sleeves up and also donned an apron. MC couldn’t help but look him over, admiring the muscled arms and chest pressing against his button down shirt as he moved. He handed her a sifter. “Use this.”

MC looked at it, confused.

“Don’t be intimidated. It’s simple,” he told her. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around to hold her hands. With one hand, he guided her to the bag of flour and together they dumped some into the top of the sifter. With his other hand, he placed hers on the crank on the side and began moving it. MC looked up at him and he smiled ever so slightly. “See? Idiot proof.”

Realizing the close proximity between them, Victor cleared his throat and moved away from her quickly. “Measure out the sugar next,” he told her. “I’ll do the butter. We have to add them together in the mixer.”

Victor handed her a measuring cup, and their fingers brushed together as she took it from him. MC paused for a moment, looking up at him, searching his serious face to see any hint of emotion. None.

He watched as she carefully measured out the sugar, adding it to his butter in the mixer. MC didn’t see the small smile on his lips as he watched her.

He turned on the mixer. “Now we have to put in the eggs.”

MC nodded, grabbing an egg and cracking it into the mixture. Part of the shell fell in and she let out a “shit!” before reaching in and swiping the piece out with her finger.

“What are you doing!” Victor’s voice boomed, making her jump.

“What?”

“You don’t touch the mixture, you idiot!”

“My hands are clean!”

“It’s still disgusting. Furthermore, don’t just crack the egg into it like that. Crack them in a separate dish.”

“Why does it matter?”

He scoffed, taking the eggs from her. “So you don’t get a shell or a bad egg in there, obviously.”

MC scoffed right back at him before putting her finger into her mouth and licking the ingredients off.

“For fuck’s sake,” he murmured, though she heard it.

“What? You’ve never licked cake mix off your fingers?”

“No, I’m not an animal.”

“Try it.”

“Absolutely not.”

MC poked another finger into the mix much to Victor’s chagrin. She held her hand out to him. “Just do it.”

“If I do it, will you stop touching the mix?”

“I’ll consider it.”

Victor sighed, face twisted in disgust as he leaned forward to tongue the mixture off of her finger. His gaze met hers and for a moment they stared at each other, each one waiting for the other to move. Though Victor was the one to pull away, standing up straight, shoulders stiffening.

“Well, that was awful. Wash your hands and we’ll continue.”

MC frowned, disappointment and embarrassment settling in. She often felt this way around Victor. Though he annoyed her, there were certain little moments when something he’d say or do would make her heart flutter, and for a split second she’d wonder if there was something between them. She couldn’t help but feel happy at the thought of it, though she tried to bury it. There’s no way that Victor was into her that way. He barely tolerated her.

And, she scolded herself, what would really come out of it even if he was interested? He was her boss. He was an asshole. And she was a moron, as he often reminded her.

MC took a breath as made her way to the sink to wash away the traces of their tongues on her hand. Victor instantly noticed the change in her demeanor. He didn’t say anything but watched her out of the corner of her eye. He, of course, knew all too well about those shared moments, and had to stop himself often from admiring her. It was inappropriate, and could mean danger for her, and he only wanted what was best for MC.

❤Part Two coming soon ❤

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#mlqc fanfiction #mlqc victor #victor li #love x producer #love x evol #mlqc imagines #mlqc headcanons

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