#the shirt inside is a wolf lmfao

[sachsoup]

i didnt know i named them that,,,

[lulumilkshake]

pretty little wife

pairings: g. satoru

description: he couldn’t help but show love to his pretty housewife.

warnings: gojo has a housewife kink, food play, mentions of wet dreams, non consensual photo taking, idk just sex lmfao

a/n: currently coping from chapter 225 even though ik he won’t die that easily LMAOO

gojo really couldn’t help but show love to his beautiful little housewife.

you were an angel compared to him. always fulfilling his every need all the time.

if he was hungry? you’d make him the best meal.

if he was sleepy? you’d let him take a nap on your chest, his favorite pillow.

if he wanted to fuck you? you’d of course, let him!

therefore, he had a wet dream about you last night.

you were in nothing but your sweet little apron, letting him lick buttercream off the valley of your breasts, as he pounded his fat cock into you rapidly.

as he woke up in the morning, he groaned at the feeling of his boner straining against his sweatpants.

never in his life would he think a woman would have an effect on him like this. but he couldn’t help it. who wouldn’t when you were so sweet and obedient to him?

he was about to roll over and press his hard-on against your ass but he noticed you weren’t next to him. he groaned once more that he had to get up with the feeling of blue balls.

when he got up, he rethought about his dream and the way you were moaning as he slammed his cock into you, overstimulated as his dick hit every spot inside of you.

“fuck,” he whispered out as his dick was pulsing harder at the thought of you moaning under him.

“gonna make that dream real, sweet girl” he mumbled out as he headed downstairs, palming his boner to soothe the pain a bit.

“honey..!! i have something to give you!!” he spoke cockily while he was walking down the stairs, looking for you.

while walking down stairs and through the living room, the smell of pancakes filled his nostrils.

“his pretty little housewife,” he thought. you were so cute for him. waking up so early to give him a nice breakfast.

fuck.

as he walked into the kitchen, he stared at the blessed sight that his eyes behold.

you were in nothing but panties, an apron, and his shirt, humming a sweet tune to yourself as you sway your hips.

his mouth was watering at the sight of you, he couldn’t help but palm his cock again before letting out a wolf whistle as he leaned on the doorway, trying to play it cool.

“look at you, pretty girl” he spoke teasingly as he walked torwards you.

you jumped a bit as you heard his voice, but giggled soon afterwards.

“good mornin’ sweetheart! did you wake up okay, sleepy?” you ask while giggling more, your voice filled with love for your snow white haired husband. your teasing was barely even teasing. in his eyes, you were the most innocent girl ever.

you were gonna drive him insane. your voice itself was enough to make the strongest become the weakest.

he grabs your hips, putting his head into the nape of your neck. his clothed cock is throbbing against your panties, as he whispers in your ear.

“would’ve woken up better if you were in bed next to me. then we wouldn’t have to do this now, yeah?”

before you could respond to him, he pushed you up against the counter before pulling down your panties.

“s-satoru!” you whine out as you’re surprised by his sudden advances. you let him do whatever he wants though, because after all you just want him to be happy, and he loved the feeling of knowing you thought that way about him and only him.

“i know baby, just gotta take care of this. then I’ll eat breakfast with you, okay?” he doesn’t wait for your answer though as he rips off your (his) shirt, leaving on the apron just like in his dream.

you moan out at the feeling of him ripping off your shirt. “j-just what are you trying to do, s-satoru?” you question since you noticed he didn’t take off your apron.

he ignores you as he is only focused on taking off his pants. his long cock springing out and hitting his abdomen. you drool a bit at the sight, and so does your pussy.

satoru notices this and he lets out a loud laugh. “so wet for me already, huh sweet girl? but i barely even touched you yet.” he teases you and you pout a bit at this, staring up at his tall figure with doe eyes.

fuck, seeing you liked this turned him on so much. his cock twitched at your pout. “awh don’t be like that baby,” he says squeezing your face and giving you a quick kiss before lining his cock up with the entrance of your dripping pussy.

“i always make my sweet housewife feel good, don’t i?” he says with a smile before he thrusts into your pussy hard and suddenly without warning. as he thrusted into you with precision, you were seeing stars. you were drooling everywhere, babbling out nonsense as his hips bucked into your tight cunt.

“s-satoru” was all you could scream out as he continued to pound into your pussy. he chuckled at the sight. you were so cock drunk, but not even close to how pussy drunk he was. he had to close his eyes at the sight so he wouldn’t cum so soon.

when he looked to the right, trying to take his eyes off your body so he wouldn’t cum before you, he noticed a bottle of whipped cream on the counter. he remembered his dream at this moment, and took the whipped cream bottle and stared directly at your tits. he had a shit eating grin on his face, that you could only gulp at what was gonna happen next.

you looked up at him with the whipped cream bottle in his hand, not even being able to question it because his cock kept hitting every single spot inside of you.

he cackled mischievously as he had an idea. he took the whipped cream bottle and starting spelling out, “torus cockslut” on your neck and breasts before laughing hard at the sight. he pulled out his phone without you knowing to take a picture of the slutty sight.

you didn’t know what he was laughing so hard at, but you couldn’t help but laugh (and moan) with him too. you thought he was just being wholesome and enjoying the sweet moment.. oh love, were you wrong. when was the strongest sorcerer ever wholesome when fucking you like this?

as soon as he finished up laughing, he started to lick at the whipped cream, cleaning up your body. as he did this, he continued to thrust his length into you, even rougher this time due to the sight of you almost fucked out.

he licked at your breasts like it was his last meal, paying special attention to your hard nipples. he sucked at your breasts, licking up any other spots he missed. you whimper and moan out louder at the feeling of his tongue all over your breasts and neck.

“t—too much, toru!” you clenched around his cock harder at the feeling of him pounding into you and the feeling of his tongue on you.

“fuck— squeezing around me so tight baby.” he groans out as he continues to thrust his hips into you, getting deeper at every plunge. the blunt head of his cock hitting every part inside of you.

“s-satoru! g-gonna’ cum!” you gasp out loud, the feeling of your orgasm pooling inside of you.

“shit— me too, baby. c-cum with me, take all my load!” he grunts loudly as his thrusts stammer as he releases a hot load of cum inside of you, painting your walls with ropes of cum. you moan out at the feeling of his cum filling you as you milk his cock, pussy spasming as you reach the end of your high.

you both pant loudly as you both hit your orgasm together. he pulls out of you quickly, as cum spills out of your pretty pussy. he smiles at the sight. even though you were his sweet little housewife, he loved to ruin you.

he picked you up and sat you down on the couch before giving you a blanket, some water, and a plate of pancakes.

“thank you, satoru!” you smiled sweetly at his affection and aftercare towards you. he kept his promise and sat down to eat breakfast with you. he was such a great husband!

as he sat down next to you, he chuckled loud as he opened his phone.

“what’s so funny, baby?” you ask, crawling over to him wanting to laugh with him as well.

“aren’t you just the most adorable girl in the world?” he answered cooing at you. he started laughing loud and cocky again at his wallpaper, staring at it with another famous shit eating grin as he admired his artwork.

it was..

a photo of you..

with the words.. ‘torus cockslut on your breasts..

written with love by the one and only, Gojo Satoru.

your cheeks warmed up at the sight.

“w-wha—!” you gasp before covering your face in embarrassment. it wasn’t a wholesome moment at all!

he giggles once more before wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close to his bare chest.

“a bit disappointed i forgot to put my signature, but there is always a next time, yeah?”

a/n: in gojo we trust! hope u enjoyed <3

[pretoriafics]

Teenage Dream Pt. 2 (Interactive story)

Man! I think this one is the most amazing thing I'd ever written! I'll request from all of you guys special attention at the end of this chapter. I'll let you a message, and I'm pretty sure you will love it!

Derek took you to his loft. While you are alone, you start to understand the environment you were now part of. Word count: 2.056 Pairings: Different Dimension!Reader x Derek; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Laura; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Cora; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Talia Contain: It’s pretty fun; AU Warnings: English is not my main language <3 PART 1 ALTERNATIVE VERSION TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

You finally entered Derek's loft. Oh, man... It was just like in the tv show!

You enter the loft just like if you had entered paradise. With your mouth opened in pure fascination, you swirl around your feet while looking around. Derek came just behind you with arch eyebrows. It would be funny if it doesn't be scary.

"Oh. My. Godness. Is it here that all the pack meetings are made?"

Derek didn't reply to you. Instead of it, he just stares at you. He gives a few steps forward, getting closer to you.

"What's your name?"

You swallowed hard. Derek was with his usual cold expression, arms crossed in front of his chest, and no patience for bullshit.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"Good. Look (Y/N) (Y/L/N), you will stay right here. You will not get out, you will not call anyone, or speak with anyone. If you run away from here, I'll kill you faster than you could say to me what happens at season one. Did I made things clear to you?" Shrunken in fear, you just nod, and Derek narrows his eyes to you. "Okay. I need to see someone that you probably know, so-"

"Braeden? Jennifer? Deaton?"

Derek sounds confused to hear the first two names. So, you simply thought that he didn't meet them yet.

"Not of your business."

He gives his back to you, walking out of his loft and closing the door, locking you there. And, wow, you have Derek's loft all for you! Oh man, it just like on the fanfics!

Well, you were curious and excited as hell. Your first thought was something pretty plausible: You used to watch Teen Wolf when you were a teenager. So, being inside the series was just like time-traveling. Smartphones aren't a thing yet, and Dua Lipa music still unknown. As a way to test this theory, you walk in the radio's direction and turn it on. The music that started to fill the room was Friday by Rebecca Black. Yeah, you remind that song, and you instantly felt nostalgic. But it could be just random music on the radio, right?

You switched the radio station, and then Party Rock Anthem By LMFAO starts to play. Well, another song of 2011... But you aren't so sure yet, so you switch the radio station one last time. You almost fell on your back when Domino by Jessie J fills the room. You took a confirmation that yeah, you were back in the 2011's. You are probably during the events of season one.

Well, Scott has just been bit by Peter, Derek just came back from town, and... You are now in the middle of all of that.

"Oh, man!"

You can't do anything for a while. So, all you could do is wait for Derek and whatever he was doing now. You look around while Jessie J sings on the radio, giving you a few nostalgic feelings. Well, you would take a relaxing bath. There's just one problem: All the clothes you have is the one you're wearing now. Without giving a damn, you walk to Derek's wardrobe direction.

"I'm sorry sour wolf, but I'll borrow a few clothes of yours." You open it and take a black shirt. Man, you felt thrilled! "Jeez, this is so like the fanfics!"

You go to the bathroom's direction, taking off your kitten pajama, and putting yourself under the hot water of the shower. Man, Rude Boy by Rihanna starts to play on the radio. You couldn't contain a laugh. It was funny because you were taking a shower and would wear clothes from a legit rude boy.

And, well, you started to sing. It was everything really nice for a few minutes: You were wearing Derek's shirt, listening to a few old pieces of music, and, now, you were in his kitchen making a sandwich.

When you sat on Derek's bed, with your wet hair and your sandwich, Starstrukk by 3OH!3 and Katy Perry started to play. Yeah, that time alone was being nice! You move your body in the music's rhythm while bites your sandwich, still sat on the mattress. You should enjoy that peace while it lasts!

The sandwich was cool, the music either... But you realized that, now, you had a golden chance that every fan would die to have: You are alone in Derek's flat. What kind of things he hides there?

After finishing your sandwich, you look around. You stand up from the mattress and walk around the loft. Getting upstairs, you could find some supernatural books, some weird things that you thought could be some magic stuff, and his laptop. Oh, man! What else hides in his internet searches?

You hold yourself, trying to decide if you should snoop his history on the internet or if you should see what he hides on his bedside table drawer.

When you go downstairs, Animal by Neon Trees fills your ears. You run to Derek's bedside table and opens his drawer. You found his cell phone charger, as well as the laptop one, a coin with a triskelion and... tons of condoms.

Your eyes got widen. This is definitely the kind of thing the TV show hasn't expose.

Also, you noticed Derek's loft needed some... cleaning.

Bored as never before, you walked to the kitchen searching for some cleaning stuff. You found some on a cabinet: A mop and a few other products. Oh, perfect! You took them and, soon, you were sliding the mop through the flat while sings Animal. The flat smells like lavender now, and the floor is so clean that you are proud.

You heard Magic by Rivers Cuomo and B.o.B on the radio, and you sing with the music reminding the parties at your friend's house after school. Suddenly, the door finally opens, and you heard Derek's voice.

"...She's not lying, and I need to know if you already saw something like that before."

You froze with the mop on your hand when you saw Derek. He froze as well. It was understandable: A complete stranger is cleaning his flat and wearing his clothes.

"...Oh, hi! I've borrowed your shirt."

Then, a female voice came behind him.

"There are tons of things that could cause this kind of thing. We need to investigate."

Talia Hale came after his son, as well as Laura and Cora. They also froze with the scene of you wearing Derek's clothes and cleaning his loft. You? Well, your eyes almost had pulled out of your face when you saw them. Talia inhales the air to her lungs, clearly smelling the air.

"Are this... Lavender?"

"Yeah, it is." Laura replied her mom, looking at Derek after that "I think lavender suits you. It's perfect for your flat. It is really your thing, Derek."

You were so confused! What are they doing there? Your chin fell, letting your mouth opened in pure disbelief. Derek rolled his eyes at Laura before look at you again.

"...She'll freak out."

"Oh. My. Gosh. Oh my gosh!!" The mop fell on the floor, and you ran through Talia, Cora, and Laura's direction. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

The Hale women look at each other, and Cora looks at you.

"Well, mom came here to help Derek with, uh, you. And I guess you already know us."

"You shouldn't be here!" You stare at Cora "You should be in South America! And both of you" You stare at Talia and Laura "I can't even talk about you two! Jeez!"

You put your hands on your head, with your mind blowing while the Hale family enters into the loft. Derek turns off the radio before staring at you again.

"I thought you were used to seeing me with them."

You stare at him, with your eyes widen. Your mind was full of theories already.

"Derek, you are definitely not understanding what is happening here. Your family shouldn't be here."

He arches his eyebrows, noticing there's something pretty wrong here.

"What do you mean?"

"Look" You approach them, looking at everyone "I'll do just one question: Did your house was burned some years ago?"

They look at each other, with the engines on their head trying to work. Talia stares at you.

"Yeah, but we had fortunately escaped."

"How about your brother?"

"Peter was the only one that hasn't managed to."

Oh, man... That means one thing. Scared as hell, you sat on the mattress. Derek started to feel anxious and approaches you.

"What's happening?"

You breathe in, staring at the family.

"It shouldn't happen. At the TV show, Talia dies at the fire. Cora ran to South America, Peter got burnt and goes to a clinic, Laura turns herself into alpha, and she stays with Derek. It means that I'm not on the TV Show. I'm inside a fanfic."

Oh, man... It means, basically, that you even haven't so sure about what will happens next. If you were inside the TV Show, you could predict the future. You couldn't do it if you were inside a fanfic.

While you were in complete shock, Talia looks at her family.

"Well... I'll search the most plausible theory of (Y/N)'s arrival. I think we can start looking for some witches near. It can be some work from a coven."

While the Hale family talks about you, you still sat on the mattress, thinking about what the heck was going on. Well, what kind of fanfic did you got into? Was It an insert-reader one, or was It just a common one? Are you the protagonist?

You would test your theory, and you would do it right now.

Knowing the opportunity was just right there, you ran through the flat's door. However, Derek notices your escaping.

"She's running away!"

A mess quickly takes form inside Derek's loft: His announcement made all the Hale run after you, trying to avoid your escaping. They don't know anything about you yet. It could be dangerous to have you simply walking around Beacon Hills.

Fast, you ran through the building until you go outside. A storm quickly takes form, and heavy rain starts to fell from the skies. To everyone's surprise, you stopped in the middle of the asphalt, looking at the sky.

"Hey!" You yelled to something up there "I want a sign! Hey, writer! Readers! Anyone! Am I inside of a fanfic? Answer me! Send me a clue, anything!"

A thunder lightens the skies, and you fell on your knees with a lack of a clue that could help you to find out what was going on. Then, you felt a hand grab your arm.

"Enough, weirdo." Laura said, holding you while the Hale family surrounds you to keep you from running away "You'll stay inside the loft."

With all the last hopes of yours, you look up from the skies. The rainwater runs through your body while you wait. You just want a sign! A clue!

Then, you thought you had seen something. Laura pushes you, making you stand up from the asphalt. And when she was started to drag you to the loft again, you saw something falling from the sky. Derek saw it too.

"Laura, wait."

Everyone looks up, noticing what the heck was that: It was a post-it paper falling from the skies in your direction. When it came close enough, you took it.

Man... When you read it, your face became pale as a candle, and you simply pass out on Laura's arms. Caught by surprise, Laura holds you while everyone runs in your direction. Cora took the post-it paper from your hand and, when she read it, she stares at her family completely incredulous.

"What?" Derek looks at her, in urgency to know what was that. Cora swallowed hard, starting to read the post-it paper out loud.

"Here says: Author's note: Yeah, you are inside a fanfic. Author's note two: Your story has just started, girl."

Yeah, for sure, the Hale family stares at each other in complete shock. Of course, they weren't expecting that your call for a sign would be replied to. Especially by me, the author of your story! Ha! And honestly? I'll think carefully if I'll help you during your journey inside your favorite TV Show, because, honestly? I'll not let things easy for you.

FINAL AUTHOR'S NOTE Here's the thing about this series: I'm the author mentioned at the end of this chapter, y'all are the readers mentioned in the story AND the (Y/N) of this story. Consider that the (Y/N) is the "you" from a different dimension, okay? Why should you consider this: Because you all can communicate themselves with the (Y/N) of that story! At every ending of the chapter, I'll request you to send me something to help the (Y/N) inside the story. You will send it through my ask, right here. Well, the (Y/N) has requested to the readers sent her a sign that she is really inside of a fanfic. Send me your clue for (Y/N) through my ask, and I'll put it on the next chapter to makes her freaking out.

I'll be waiting for y'all!

[lemonadebottlecap]

i want a twilight party too it would be so funny lmfao i would go all out but twilight party supplies are basically nonexistent or they cost a lot of money on Amazon :( money aside what would be ur dream twilight themed party?

omg this is so fun I love you. I actually have a couple of twiparty ideas but here’s some (remember you said money aside):

Classic Twilight Party

-red, black, and white but CLASSY. Not like middle school vibes lol

-obviously inspired by the books

-but also, think Bella’s horny vampire vision in twilight, the moment bella opens her red eyes, and the breaking dawn part 2 intro

-fuck it, some volturi aesthetic thrown in there too

-big ass venue with a balcony and a beautiful view. Full moon outside

-red wine, Appletinis, pomegranate drinks

-y’all have to be dressed to the fucking nines and stay in the color palette I send out

-red/burgundy lipstick and fangs encouraged

-capes allowed

-in december but we’re surprisingly not cold?

-candles and Bella’s lullaby

-you may actually be bitten at this party

Blue Tint/ Gold Tint Party

-in a cabin with a big yard

-soft lighting (indoors= cool, patio = warm)

-for inside decor/vibes think the forest scenes in twilight and also what the prom gazebo scene feels like

-outside inspired by the eclipse la push bonfire party and breaking dawn movie pre battle bonfire

-actual bonfire and heat lamps

-twinkle lights

-flannels and green sweaters encouraged

-but also if you wanna deck out in faux furs like the denalis this is the party for you

-story telling, stargazing and s’mores

-kegs and caprisuns

-in September-October

-full moon and meet me at the equinox

Meadow Party

-in an actual secluded meadow but I don’t want y’all sweaty and tired so you will be helicoptered in

-price of admission for the helicopter ride: you have to correctly apply your complimentary sunscreen because you will be sunkissed

-basically Bella’s and edwards wedding recreated with all the flowers everywhere

-add some picnic tables but also blanket picnics allowed

-“purple is cool” pattern on the blankets

-sundresses, overalls, Bella’s shirt when she goes to the movies with mike and Jacob

-encouraged to wear your diamond heart / wolf charm bracelet. Sleeveless button down if you’re a brave hottie

-lemonade bar

-spring / summertime

-I know the song is annoying now but this party feels like when you first listened to a thousand years

-does NOT feel like the end of breaking dawn pt 2 because I don’t need all of us crying

[caandlelit]

omg werewolf matsukawa elaborate i want dem hcs

ok so ive got this horrible word doc with my jambled mess of a concept for this witch makki werewolf matsun fic im writing its like 3% done expect it within 2 business years

(edit. this post is too long but i cant stop typing this is good)

werewolf matsun is the SEXIEST idea ever anyone thats done it is doing gods work because that shit is hot . its fucking sexy okay

in my barely formed au he becomes a werewolf in third year

he hears about weird sounds in the forest at night ok

and he convinces witch hanamaki that they shld camp out and see what it is 

because he’s been so interested in the witchy supernatural shit since even before he met him 

and hanamaki is like okay fine But im wearing my warding pendent and matsukawa is like WHEN WILL U ADMIT YOU’RE A WITCH and hanamaki, mid-putting on his witch hat, ruffles his hair and says idk what ur talking about

they camp out and they’re just bantering and its cute and fun for 2 hours then

matsun hears growling and snapping noises and he’s like hanamaki stay in the fuckin tent 

and obviously hanamaki is like on god that is the stupidest thing uve ever said issei no

 and matsukawa steps outside and he holds a hand back to stop makki and he steps out and looks around, eyes narrows 

and he’s like … straightening up and furrows his brows and ‘theres nothing here’ 

and he feels like everything is slow and odd and unreal and he turns and sees bright, yellow eyes and he hears the snarl and jerks back 

and he’s being attacked and leaped upon and he shouts curses and screams and theres sharp teeth at his side and the smell of matted fur 

and hanamaki sprints out and ?? magic spells it away (leave me alone) 

what is the spell? what kindof witch is hanamaki? what does he say?

(begone thot!) 

the wolf creature howls and thuds off, fast and loping and hanamaki turns and he’s panicked and is like ‘issei? oh FUCK’

matsukawa is like fuck fuck fuck 

leaning against a tree and lightheaded and he collapses, head back against the trunk and sweat pouring down his temples, iron in his mouth where hes biting his tongue to keep from scremaing at the sharp pain

touches his side and his fingers come away bloody 

his breath is heavy and hes like takahiro im dying 

and hanamaki’s dropping down beside him and lifts his arm and says shut the fuck up you’re not dying you asshole and hes sniffling 

and matsuns like im sorry i dragged u out here and hanamaki’s like shut up shut up. issei. shit . issei you were right 

and hes like wh what was i right about and hes like you were right. im a witch . and youre not fucking dying here, asshole

issei mumbles fuck yeah and does like a little fist pump

and he whispers a spell to carry him over back to his house 

and he bandages him up and matsun is tired and in pain and staring at him in the moonlight 

MONDAY

go to school and matsun has white bandages wrapped around his side hidden under his shirt and hes a little scraped up even though hanamaki healed and cleaned up as much as he could

someones like oooh matsukawa your arm is scraped up wtf 

and hes like yeah man i got in a fight to protect takahiros honor 

makki’s like yeah…. :/// he lost 

and matsuns like shut up asshole and theyre laughing and theyre good theyre okay 

half way through the school day, long and tired and the bell seems louder and harsher and shriller and everything is too bright and loud and making his eyes and ears hurt 

in the bathroom matsun takes off the tape bc hes feeling nauseous and everything feels a little too much for some reason hes assuming bc of the wound, maybe its infected

and he checks it while hes inside and the bandages come off and 

its clean no bite no blood no mark 

and he stares at it and says what the fuck and texts hanamaki 

and hanamaki sees the text and its just ‘SOS BATHROOM NOW PLELASE’ 

asks his teacher to let him go to the bathroom and he steps into the bathroom and matsun spins around and gestures at his side and chest wordlessly 

hanamaki like blinks at the sight of matsuns abs and then blinks again at the healed skin and hes like what the fuck  

so

he has sharper vision and sense of smell and hearing 

and hes like takahiro……..everything feels horrible and too much and hanamaki’s like ok so what do u want me to do knock u out so u don’t feel anything? and matsukawa’s like huh actually and hana’s like Shut up Dumbass

werewolf matsukawa suddenly stronger and hanamaki so so bitter about it ignoring his personal ‘im attracted to him’ feelings and pretending hes mad abt the super strength

matsukawa’s eyes glinting yellow on occasion and hanamaki trying not to scream bc god that’s sexy

the day they see the healed skin they like walk home silent and shell shocked 

matsukawa staring hollowly at the sidewalk his posture lost

hanamaki squinting off into the distance

makki opening his mouth angrily at one point

only to close it defeatedly bc he cant even……

a conversation in hanamaki’s bedroom along the lines of 

‘issei why is my life literally teen wolf why am I stiles from teen wolf’ 

matsun perks up ‘oh that’s dylan o briens character right? does that make me derek !!!’ 

and hanamaki turns from where hes muttering angrily and squints at him and says slowly

‘why the fu- dude? u r scott ??? because u are a FUCKING WEREWOLF ??????? why would u be derek ???? ur my best friend that turned into a GODDAMN WEREWOLF-‘ 

‘okok calm down hiro fine fine chill out‘ 

matsuns like slumping like ‘ugh, scott. i don’t wanna be scott hes painfully straight-‘ 

and hanamakis like throwing his hands up and shouting like ‘SO THEN !! why would u want to be derek!!!’ 

and issei’s like ‘…….nevermind we r not in the state to have a conversation about teen wolf, a show neither of us finished and obviously dont have any knowledge about’

im gonna have it properly set in 2013 itll be so cringey and fun

matsukawa also has insomnia and and gets migraines sometimes 

and hanamaki’s witchy incense smelling house and bedroom having him nodding off so easily and he sleeps over a lot 

especially after he gets bitten, because the migraines get worse

moreso near the full moon

and he comes in through the window and hanamaki is half asleep but always automatically pulls up his blanket and lets him in

big spoon matsun

he curls into his chest as best as he can, pressed tight between the wall and matsukawa

also i have this 

italics: makki

bold: mattsun

list of signs pointing towards issei probably being a werewolf: 

got bit by a giant dog-creature the bite mark disappeared next day (???? freaky shit)

sudden super healing and durability (useful for when oikawa serves the ball into your head – lmfao)

sudden heightened senses (my headaches r .. multiplying - :( )

sudden super strength (fuck u issei – i didn’t ask to be bitten takahiro – oh no u were bitten how sad for u and ur six pack – the werewolf actually decided i deserve super strength bc of how cool i am – and immeasurable pain every full moon too huh ???? – ...sacrifices were made)

90% sure he got stupider – sign of a dog brain ?? (FUCK OFF – do u want me to explain what a percentage is <3 – no </3)

hair growth (wtf does that mean ??? – it means i suddenly have more chest hair its very weird – ngl to u u were already pretty hairy -  fucker)

eyes turn yellow sometimes (wait, really????? – yes its so fucking weird – that sounds fucking epic actually – no comment)

big dick energy went up the ROOF (ok that’s enough asshole – tell me im lying hiro.)

edit: ok the full moon happened we’re all traumatized and hes definitely a FUCKING werewolf.

ill finish this as a fic one day ill post when i do

might also make a useless porno oneshot with just werewolf matsukawa and ? possibly dancer makki im very into dancer makki atm

long post im very sorry but !!!! thanks for the ask 

[singingunderthecurtain]

I Fixed The Rice Cooker (Chanyeol Drabble)

Masterlist

Photo not mine, got it here.

Author: @loeyeolty AU: Canon Genre: Fluff Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader Trigger Warning: Mentions of Kris (if that’s even a trigger lmfao) Word Count: 472

Plot: Chanyeol isn’t amused when he found out that you still keep things from your ex-boyfriend in your apartment.

Chanyeol watches you, like a dog waiting for a treat, as you scoop the rice on his plate, still piping hot from the rice cooker.

“Thanks, ___,” he beams. Laugh lines crinkling along his eyes.

Chanyeol had been too hungry from his shooting, he literally dragged a stool and sat beside the rice cooker, as you set a pot of hot kimchi stew beside him. “Careful,” you worried, but he just wolfed down every food you had set before him.

“Hey we have a dining table other, why are you eating on the kitchen counter?”

“I’m so hungry.”

“How is it?”

“Delicious!” He slurps down the last of his stew. There was a silent pause until you noticed Chanyeol, furrowing his brows, seemingly scrutinizing your kitchen equipment. “Jagi, what’re this ‘Y Hearts ___’ written on the rice cooker?” his large fingers trace a pentel pen scribble near the power button.

Beads of sweat fall down your forehead, which may be from the spicy stew, or from the fact that ..“That’s from Yifan.”

As you expected, a scowl forms on your boyfriend’s face, “Ah, from Yifan,” Chanyeol’s tone was seemingly irritated from the fact that you still kept an item in your house from your ex.

“Are you mad? Are you mad?” You used aegyo and clung to his wide shoulders. It was not effective.

“Come on Chanyeol, I can’t necessarily give away a perfectly working rice cooker.”

“We can just buy one.” Chanyeol clenched his teeth all the more as he crossed his arms. “So what else does Yifan have here?”

“Nothing else Chanyeol, I swear.”

“I don’t believe you.” He stood up and left.

Night has passed and Chanyeol hasn’t said a word to you. You invited him to sit beside you while you watch a movie, but he just got up and grabbed his trusty guitar, and locked himself inside your room.

Dawn came, and you just passed out on the couch, red-eyed from watching reruns of Stranger Things, until the smell of steamed rice wafted through the air. Normally, he’d be gone in the morning, off to work. It was an unusual sight that he was there, in his white shirt and pajamas, cooking for you.

You stood up, approaching the tall figure, scooping rice out of the cooker.

“What are you doing?”

“I fixed the rice cooker.” Chanyeol briefly glances at you and busies himself scrambling some eggs.

“It wasn’t broken, to begin with, Chanyeol.”

“You may want to look again.”

An obvious, huge, thick handwritten ‘C’ was placed beside the Y along the lines of the cooker.

“CY hearts ___“ You giggled, reading aloud the new label.

“Don’t read it aloud!” a flustered Chanyeol hugs you from behind, dragging you away from his own doing.

[royalreef]

ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS THEN TAG THOSE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER !

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NICKNAME / ALIAS / HANDLE: [REDACTED] MUN  FC: scp-682 aka the sakhalin island sea wolf!!  ZODIAC: pisces 3rd decan, aries cusp, leo moon, scorpio rising HEIGHT: 5′7″ SEXUAL / ROMANTIC  ORIENTATIONS: ??? somewhere on the ace spectrum, probably pan?  FAVORITE  BAND / ARTIST: creature feature, schoolyard heroes, angelspit, the darkest of the hillside thickets. SONG  STUCK  IN  MY  HEAD: Dead Dogs Two by cLOUDDEAD  LAST  MOVIE  I  WATCHED: i legit cant remember lmfao LAST  THING  I  GOOGLED: ' the island thylacine ’   DO  I  GET  ASKS?: every now and then, yeah! FOLLOWING: 745 FOLLOWERS: 419 AVERAGE  AMOUNT OF SLEEP:  depends? recently ive been getting way too much, like 12-ish hours, but sometimes i get 4 or 6 hours and im fine. depends on the day. CURRENTLY  WEARING: just some jeans and a comfy t-shirt! DREAM  JOB:  i’d like to be a biologist of some variety, tbh? or maybe a taxidermist, it’s a really nice hobby that i enjoy. DREAM  TRIP:  id honestly just love to go on a big trip around a lot of different zoos and aquariums and museums!!  FAVORITE  FOOD: calamari FAVORITE  ANIMAL: how am i supposed to pick just one?? PLAY  ANY  INSTRUMENTS: does death whistle count EYE  COLOR: blue-grey HAIR  COLOR: right now its blue LANGUAGES  YOU  SPEAK: english, i need to pick up on french again RANDOM  FACT(S):  ive only stepped inside an olive garden once in my life, and it happened just last year too. i was actually really disappointed for all the hype.

[murfeelee]

Q&A - OC Sims (Agron)

I saw @lyrea​ do this for her sims, and since I have homework I don’t feel like doing (some stupid useless online training program thing, urgh!). I’ll do this instead! ^-^

1. What is your sim’s favorite food? Steak

2. What is your sim’s favorite color? Blue

3. What is your sim’s zodiac sign? Aries (I explain my headcanon here)

4. Does your sim believe in “love at first sight”? Not until he met Nasir! ;) Agron was a right douche to him (naturally), but inside he was falling over himself over how cute the fierce little man thought he was. Then Agron realized the wild little dog was actually a baby wolf, and that there was far more to Nasir than what met the eye. Agron was so gone.

5. What is your sim’s sexuality? Raging homosexual. He prefers to top (trust issues, vulnerability, etc), though since being with Nasir he’s grown more versatile. Agron has never been with a woman, nor has he ever wanted to be. During his early childhood he saw a graphically detailed documentary about childbirth, and was scarred for life. (Agron’s FACE during that childbirth scene though! XD Lmfao)

6. Is your sim a cat or dog person? Both. Agron has tons of cats and dogs, as he likes animals more than people.

7. Adding to the previous question, if your sim were to have a cat and/or dog, what kind/breed(s) would it be? I have no idea, I know nothing about animal breeds! :P He likes all sorts though.

8. Does your sim have a best friend? His younger brother Duro, and Spartacus McIntyre. Agron’s best frenemy is Crixus Bennet.

(They love each other, promise.)

9. Does your sim have a favourite life stage? What?

10. What is your sim’s ethnicity? Agron’s family is from Aurora Skies, which my headcanon sees as some mix of everything Germanic (inc. Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Germany, Austria, etc). His name is Illyrian though, pointing to some Albanian/Bosnian/Croatian/Slovenian up his family tree (on his mother’s side).

11. If your sim could travel to anywhere in the world, where would they visit? Agron is eager to see Nasir’s homeland. They had been planning a trip to Al Simhara, but the political climate being what it is makes both of them nervous. They’ve been waiting out the storm, as it were.

12. If your sim was castaway on a distant, uncharted island, who would they bring? Nasir, naturally~~! ;) ;) ;) He’d miss Duro though. Eventually.

13. Does your sim have a favourite tv show and/or movie? Aggy loves slasher horror mystery thrillers. Most recently he and Duro saw It while Nasir, Pietros, and Naevia saw Girls Trip.

14. Does your sim believe in the “simulation theory”? Simulawhatta? Nasir, stop leaving your Reddit tabs open!

15. Does your sim have a favourite kind of clothing to wear? Agron usually just schleps around in sweats, beanies, and loose shirts, but he also has a huge collection of Metallica shirts. (Nasir’s stolen some though.)

16. Does your sim have a lucky charm? No, Aggy doesn’t really believe in things like luck when shouting and punching seem to do the trick just fine.

17. What kind of music or singers does your sim listen to? Electronica, Dark Wave, and Epic. His favorite band is Metallica, of course.

18. Does your sim have a favourite family activity to do together? Aggy tends to get roped in to whatever shenanigans the rest of his family is up to, like going to the cinema, or a sports game, or just sitting around drinking, laughing, and playing Settlers of Catan.

19. What is your sim’s age? Late 20s early 30s ish.

20. Does your sim have a dream job? He got it: being a Fireman.

21. What is your sim’s favourite beverage? Censored, cuz Agron’s filthy. :P

22. What is your sim’s favourite dessert? Tim Tams! :D

(I love Figbash. XD )

23. Does your sim have any siblings? if so, do they get along with all of them? One word: Duro. They’re practically twins, they’re so close.

24. What activity/hobby makes your sim the happiest? Punching Castus in the face. Spending time with Nasir.

25. If you could meet your sim, would you be friends with them? HAYUL NO! Agron hates strangers, despises Americans, and has nothing but contempt for women!

[nanna-melissa]

Oh hey, I got tagged! Thank you @joanecmon​  💖💖

Name/nickname: Melissa/Nanna

Gender: female (she/her pronouns)

Star sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5′8″

Time: 16:13 now that I’m done filling this out

Fav band: the Beatles, Queen, IAMX, Placebo and Joy Division are my top 5. I can’t do just one ever lmfao

Fav solo artist: Oh boy...I have a couple answers. IAMX since it’s Chris Corner’s solo work since leaving Sneaker Pimps, John Lennon’s solo work, Chelsea Wolfe’s pretty good as well.

Song stuck in my head: Long Haired Lady by Paul McCartney. I woke up with it stuck in my head like WELL WELL WELL WELLLLL DO YOU LOVE ME LIKE YOU KNOW YOU OUGHT TO DOOOOOO WELL WELL WELL WELL WELLLLLL OR IS THIS THE ONLY THING YOU WANT ME FORRR

Last movie: Shrek 2

Last show: The Crown. I watched it with my mom and we both want to kick Charles’ ass.

When did I create this blog: Oh lord...9 years ago? 

Last thing I Googled: How to spell dog in spanish lmfao

Other blog: @the-lull-and-the-cull​

Do I get asks: Not really, no

Why I chose my url: It’s my nickname plus my name. I had a nannamelissa blog but forgot the login details so now it’s nanna-melissa lmfaooo 

Average hours of sleep:pfff like 4

Lucky number: I don’t have one tbh

Instrument: I used to be able to play a few songs on bass a couple years ago...one of them being Wilderness by Joy Division (after many many many blisters holy shit)...still remember how to play it. Otherwise nothing. Does Hot Cross Buns on the recorder with my nose count?

What am I wearing: An Elvira Mistress of the Dark shirt and fuzzy black pajama pants

Dream job: Something to do in the animation business for sure.

Dream trip: I’d love to visit Great Britian tbh but I’d also love to visit Japan. Fun fact about me is that I took Japanese for 5 years as my foregin langauge class (from 8th grade through graduating high school) and I almost went to Japan but it was cancelled. Maybe one day I’ll be able to. 

Favourite food: Curry. 

Favourite song: Cool Cat by Queen, hands down. 

Last book I read: The last one I finished was Queen: As It Began by Jacky Gunn and Jim Jenkins. It was also co-written by the band and published in 1992. I also want to mention what I’m reading because I’m that binch. So, I’m currently reading Queen Unseen by Peter Hince (aka, Ratty. John and Freddie’s roadie) and Substance- Inside New Order by Peter Hook (the bassist. He wrote a book about his time in Joy Division as well that’s a really good read). Both of these books are about half done.

Top three universes I'd like to live in: binch, I have no idea. Maybe one where my government isn’t actively trying to kill poor people? That’d be fantastic. 

Oh boy, now I need to tag people? I don’t have 20 people to tag but I will do

@george-fangs​ @casafrass​ @ourladylennon​ @moodysunflowergirl​ @littledarlingwellaway​ @some-major-ishues​ @rowenalovessleep​ @carpebeatles​  💖💖💖💖

rules: answer questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better

thank u for the tag @liljamess 🥰

name/nickname: audrey/addie (hi andy 👀)

gender: female

star sign: aquarius

height: 5’4/165cm

time: 11:33pm

favourite band: queen

favourite solo artists: harry styles, vianney, idk it’s funny how i forget everything i like when someone ask me 😭😂

song stuck in my head: pov by ariana grande

last movie: gifted

last show: the rookie i think? i haven’t watched a new show in ages haha

when did i created this blog: a year ago or something

last thing i googled: "did henry v of england had a crown?" long story 😂

other blog: none

do i get ask: sometimes yes

why i chose my url: the one and only gwilym lee ❤️

average hours of sleep: around 8 hours

lucky number: 9

instrument: no because i have 0 talent

what i am wearing: pyjama with christmas socks

dream job: historian/curator in a museum

dream trip: greece

favourite food: pasta all the way!

favourite song: i can’t stop listening to pov by ariana grande so i’m gonna go with this one

last book i read: none

top three universe i’d like to live in: honestly 🤷🏼‍♀️

tagging (not 20 people bc i’m lazyyy): @lacebird // @coincidence-ithinknots-blog // @rhapsodyroger // @aprilaady // @speciallyred

[vexley]

Just Things About Riverdale, Chapter Ten: The Lost Weekend

Well, here we fucking go.

Oh god.

“I barely acknowledge my own birthday.”

Same, dude. Same.

Gasp.

We’re finally talking about Archie “mysterious” mother.

Official divorce. Damn. What went down, seriously?

Two years, holy shit.

Ah, Fred is leaving. The whole scene-jumping sequences involving dumb high-schoolers  partying is starting to make sense, unfortunately.

“Friendervention.” I don’t know why I’m laughing, but I’m laughing.

Archie & Betty?

“Three musketeers!” Aw.

Aw.

“I thought maybe I’d surprise him.”

Yeah, that sounds like a bad idea.

“I think the best gift that I could give to Jughead would be to stay away.”

I hurt in places that don’t exist.

Hostile eye-contact with the Pussy Cats.

I hope they fuck Archie UP.

Sorry, it’s been a long day, I’m feeling a little hostile.

“Jughead’s never had a Birthday party!”

Archie’s head-nod.

Jughead and Betty clearly weren’t super close before the start of the school year, if she’s had no idea about that. How do you not know something like that about a friend?

Am I actually, like, sort of--maybe--classifying Archie as the Better Friend during this episode?

I’m not sure how to deal with this?

“A low-key surprise party!”

Archie’s anxious head shake.

DANGER WILL ROBINSON. DANGER.

“NO.”

“Jughead doesn’t like his birthday!”

Okay, guys, fine.

Jughead&Archie.

“Jughead is a lone wolf.” He fucking sounds like he’s quoting Jughead.

What part of “Don’t turn around” do they not understand???

“Not that I care because he’s evil incarnate.”

“You don’t have to go Dark Betty on me.”

Betty has so many fucking rage issues, and I find it alarmingly relatable.

I really want her to punch him in his smug little FACE.

“But I can damn well make sure my boyfriend has the best Birthday of his life.”

I’m having flashbacks to that stupid fucking baby shower.

“Screw it, I’m with Betty.”

Archie.

I was fucking rooting for you, man.

“It’s going to be epic.”

It’s going to be catastrophic, calling it now.

“I didn’t mean to ambush you.”

Are you sure? Because it looks to me like you meant to ambush him.

“You’re really falling for this Jones boy, aren’t you?”

I really just love the fact that there’s no judgement. Alice is straight up supporting her daughter; it’s such a violent turn-around from the Alice we knew Before.

Excuse me for a moment, I just need to go into another room and spend 5 to 10 minutes squealing over the fact that Jughead apparently comes with his own sound-effects.

This episode is uncomfortably relatable.

75 years? Holy shit.

This whole HBIC face-off just feels really...superfluous?

Also, I’m really disappointed that Cheryl and Veronica’s friendship just went up in flames, before my very eyes.

I have no fucking words for how angry I am.

Like, is Chuck really supposed to be some kind of threat?

Because, honestly? Who fucking gives a shit?

There is absolutely nothing threatening about that fucking toad.

Emotional blackmail, signed with love by Daddy. Nice.

THAT FUCKING SHIRT.

“Do I look like Jughead to you?”

Maybe in the right lighting.

“You really shouldn’t have.”

“...Are you drunk?”

Wow, yeah, just kinda hit me that Jughead would automatically know. How could he not?

A Spanish Happy Birthday! <3

I love the fact that they incorporate Veronica’s heritage into the show with little things like that.

“Thanks everyone,” he says with no sincerity, at all.

“Oh, it’s Kevin.”

Wow, hot damn, what a voice.

“That was..haunting, Betty.”

LMAO, yeah it was.

Wow, I paused the episode to type out my thoughts, and Betty is right in the middle of kissing Jughead’s cheek. In the other Just Things About posts that I’ve written, I know that I’ve mentioned the expression on Jughead’s face when Betty kisses him. The only way I can think to describe him in those moments is warm.

Right here, though, as Jughead stares down at that (honestly) weird-ass cake, and Betty pecks him on the cheek, Jughead reminds me of the cold. There is no warmth in his expression; there’s no happiness there.

I suppose that, essentially, Jughead looks the way that he currently feels.

(That feeling that he described to Archie over an entire pan of pizza in the Andrews’ kitchen.)

Jughead looks overwhelmingly, achingly alone, and it’s an unsettling thing to see when he is surrounded by people who claim to be his friends.

“I wish it were just the two of us right now.”

“That makes two of us.”

“Why the hell is everything so doom and gloom with you, Jug?”

It’s a real fucking mystery.

“I’m not normal. I’m not wired to be normal.”

“Did you really think you could throw a party without inviting moi?”

Why don’t these people lock their doors? It’s like they want to be robbed.

“Screw it, one in the kitchen, one in the backyard!”

I vote that we take Jughead and give him to some better friends, who’s with me?

“Valerie’s here, and I think she wants me back.”

LMFAO

IN YOUR FUCKING DREAMS.

“Now we’re here, in the middle of a Seth Rogan movie.”

I don’t even know why I’m laughing.

Joaquin&Kevin.

Joaquin&Kevin.

Why does this keep happening?

Oh shit.

“I’m sorry that, after you sexually harassed those girls, there were actual consequences, Chuck.”

“These kids are more on-the-ball than the Sheriff.”

You have no fucking clue.

LMAO

Alice Cooper, with the fucking binoculars. I can’t even.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in.”

I’m okay. I am so okay. I am, like, the most okay ever.

I don’t feel SAD. Like, what even are emotions, you know? I don’t fucking know.

“Why are you getting so upset?”

Hmm, maybe it’s because you did the complete opposite of what he wanted on a day that he clearly can’t stand.

“I hate that word.”

“We’re on borrowed time.”

“Or until Archie changes his mind and says he wants to be with you?”

I, uh

“You shut me out, remember? It’s too late.”

Melody, being there for her girl.

Ugh. Archie, you dumbass.

On today’s episode of Archie Makes Bad Decisions.

“This whole night is bad luck.”

FP’s Concerned Dad(tm) expression.

Cheryl and Chuck are, like, the worst tag-team in the history of ever.

“But did you love him, maybe, in ways that a sister shouldn’t?”

Holy hell on ice.

“I want you to go back inside and talk to your girl.”

“Don’t run away! You’ve got something good here, with her, with your friends! Something that--something that we could never give you.”

I”M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING!

“Snakes don’t shed their skin so easily.”

Omg, Alice Cooper makes so much more sense, now.

Does she have the tattoo? I really hope she has the tattoo.

“And all this time, I thought you were a lover, not a fighter.” “I’m both; I’ve got layers.”

Like an onion?

“Maybe I’m not used to it, maybe I’m scared.”

Oh, Betty.

</3

Jughead’s expression when he sees Betty’s palms.

His hands around hers, his lips pressed to her knuckles.

The way Betty looks at Jughead while he’s looking down at their hands, like he’s something special, and she doesn’t understand how she got so lucky.

“By Monday, this will all be but a dream. Trust me, no one will remember anything.”

Pfffffffffttt. Okay, sweetie, if you say so.

“Why do I keep doing this?”

I’ve been wondering the same thing. Only, like, along the lines of, “Why does he keep doing this?”

“I keep wrecking things.”

Again, except, “He keeps wrecking things.”

“Welcome to my life.”

Please don’t start.

There she goes.

“Everyday I wonder, what if I had left Riverdale with my mom?”

It’s like the writer’s are handing out prompts to fanfic authors.

“We all are, Archie, and honestly? You less than most.”

...What??

Archie&Veronica???????????

He took the mattress on the floor, that is so cute.

“Dont worry, my lips are sealed.”

Damnit all, can’t you guys be friends already?

“I believe in you, Mom.”

Aw.

OMG.

IT WAS A BURGER.

BETTY MADE HIM A CAKE THAT LOOKS LIKE A BURGER.

THAT’S FUCKING ADORABLE.

I need glasses.

“So, you and Veronica?”

Pinky out when he takes a drink.

“This is a small town, but it’s not that small.”

Shit is about to go doooooown.

Betty&Veronica.

Some much needed Beronica.

“The last time you brought me baked goods was because you kissed Archie.”

Betty&Veronica.

Betty&Veronica holding hands.

Oh, fuck off, you Actual Five Headed Dragon.

“We’re home.”

Oh shit.

I wasn’t going to do this tonight, because I just got off work, I’ve got the mother of all migraines, and I wasn’t sure I’d be coherent enough to take everything in and then spit out proper notes. So, I may come back to this episode at a later date, when I’m a little more awake, and add to it, like I did with Chapter Eight (?).

No, scratch that, I will definitely revisit and add a part two, because there was so much that I didn’t address, because I just??? I can’t even properly express the way I felt about some of these scenes right now, I’m really drained from work, and there’s a lot that I really do want to talk about.

On the upside, this time Jughead’s birthday was just as shitty as every other day of the year.

LOL

Okay, sorry, I’m going.

[theshouldbequeen]

now it's ur turn to do all the ow asks >:)

lmao fuck 

Offense ♡

Genji: Any body modifications you want but are too scared to get?: Funny enough, I want my nipples pierced too but I’m a little scared but eh lol. I’ll probably do it anyway.  

McCree: What’s your #1 guilty pleasure?: Hm, maybe I like to read shit tier romance novels with my friends lol. ??? Maybe? Idk. 

Pharah: How closely do you think one should follow the rules?: Sometimes rules are meant to be broken. 

Reaper: Tell us about an embarrassing middle school/high school phase: Yikes, I was a ‘goth’ in 8th grade. /I was not goth/ Also the time I picked up skateboarding and I couldn’t even do an ollie. I could do a power slide tho so that was kinda cool. 

Soldier: 76: What do you think you’ll be like at 60?: Who the fuck knows lol. Hopefully chill asf, financially stable and living with my wife who I’ve been with for yeaaaaaaaaaaaaars. 

Tracer: Super speed or super strength?: Strength so I can destroy binches lol. 

Sombra: Favorite way to tease/annoy your friends: lmfao we constantly tease and roast each other. Honestly that’s all we do but we usually give each other really ridiculous ‘husbands’ lmfao. It’s so stupid. Or we tease each other with the usual bs. 

Defense ♡

Bastion: Which animal can you see becoming your lifelong partner?: Wolf :) Or a puppo. 

Hanzo: What advice would you give to your younger self?: Don’t worry about it. You’re okay and you’re going to be ok. Being different is okay. Not wanting to do what your friends is doing is ok. You don’t have to conform. 

Junkrat: Name your favorite pastime/hobby: Writing, the gym, taking photos, cosplaying, video games, reading. 

Mei: Favorite flavor of ice cream: Rocky road or soft serve chocolate and vanilla with sprinkles. 

Torbjörn: Name three first three things that pop into your head: I have my road test tomorrow and I’m pretty okay about it. I mean I’m nervous but I’m also excited? All the fics I have to write for certain ships. How it’s starting to get nice out and my birthday is next month. 

Widowmaker: Last instance that really tested your patience: Oh god the idiots at work the other day. It’s so hard to stay polite sometimes. 

Tank ♡

Reinhardt: What is the thing you love most about yourself?: I love how funny I am. 

Zarya: How do you bounce back from difficult situations?: I kinda just bunker down and push through despite it being hard. I usually try to be lighthearted and laugh and just surround myself with my friends and stuff. 

Roadhog: Bacon, sausage, or neither?: BOTH!! 

D.Va: Of which accomplishment are you most proud?: I’m proud of graduating college five years ago. I’m proud that I stick to my guns no matter what. I’m proud that I can get past my horrible anxiety days and still do what needs to be done. Idk I’m just proud lol. I’m proud that even though I’m studying to be a nurse I’m still going to keep writing and taking risks. 

Winston: What is your dream job?: A writer, tbh 

Support ♡

Lúcio: The last song you listened to: 777 by Danzig 

Ana: One thing that keeps you motivated: My desire and drive to my fullest potential, to one upping myself from yesterday. 

Mercy: Do you prefer to give or receive?: *eyes emoji* I’m going to take this as “giving people things” instead of being a top/bottom but I like to give people gifts. I love buying and writing things for people I love. If you’re wondering if I’m a top or bottom, I don’t kiss and tell. ;) Only my girlfriend knows.

Zenyatta: One thing that brings you peace: when the sun begins to set and your room gets darker and darker, all the while you can still hear the birds chirping and calling to each other. Also, knowing that I’m loved and surrounded by good people and my dog. Also rain….I love rain. 

Symmetra: Describe your aesthetic: Like clothes wise? Jeans, t-shirt, beanie or snapback. OR in summer, shorts, tank, and snapback. But for any old thing my aesthetic is warm summer nights sitting on my porch with my friends talking and laughing. Or sitting inside with the rain hitting the windows and thunder rumbling in the background. I have too many aesthetics lol.