#there is no tik tok in this house only vine

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Bob’s Burgers Character Bedrooms pt. 2

Starting off with our hot gurl Tammy :)

Tammy fell for the 2019/2020 Tik tok trend of the LED lights

She def made her dad build her some sort of canopy for her bed

And ofc he agreed because she is his little princess

She also fell into the vine decor trend so that’s there

She wants to become an influencer BAD

Like currently, that is her number one goal in life

Hence the ring light and the very bare and “aesthetically pleasing” walls

Let’s pretend that those records are Harry Styles vinyls

She really really thinks pink is her colour so most things in her room coordinate with that general colour scheme

She has her own “walk in” closet (walk in is in quotations because it’s prettttyyy tiny, she just wants people to think it’s a full walk in closet)

That’s why she doesn’t have a dresser

Our girly Tammy is not a clean lady

Like, she doesn’t have garbage all over her room but she just throws her clothes and everything on the floor

But she thinks it’s okay because her parents hire a house cleaner once a week

She has one of those cool vanities with the Hollywood lights

Because she BEGGED for one for her 12th birthday

she wants to become the internet’s next favourite beauty guru so she hopped right on the “healthy water trend”

So there’s a lil tumbler on her nightstand

She films grwm vlogs and films days in her life

I fully believe that she is one of those girls that cover themselves in perfume instead of deodorant because she’s convinced it makes her smell amazing

Jocelyn :D

Her room’s kinda small but she and her mum decorated it rlly nicely to make up for it

Jocelyn says she made most of the design choices, but it was mostly her mum’s doing when it comes to the vanity and wall colour lol

She Fr loves her room tho so it doesn’t even matter

She isn’t as much of a makeup girl as Tammy is, but she dabbles in natural eyeshadow shades and she takes her skin care seriously

At her mum’s suggestion, naturally

Honestly, her mum gives her pretty good advice

Tammy convinced her to do the healthy water trend too

We love our healthy queens

Tammy doesn’t have a full length mirror anymore so whenever they’re hanging out at Jocelyn’s house they HAVE to take a billion OOTD selfies in her mirror

Jocelyn too fell into the vine decor rabbit hole, except she switched it up a bit with the pop of floral by her bed

J-Ju!

Jimmy Jr. has two rooms

This one is the bedroom he has when he’s with Jimmy Sr.

The thing is though, he really hates this room

His dad has always wanted him to be into sports, so his room is basketball themed

Jimmy Pesto knew his son would be tall as he grew up, so he always pushed him HARD to be a basketball player

But J-Ju HATES it

He’s just not into it

But he really does like baseball!

So Jimmy Sr. is at least a little bit happy with the choices his kid makes

The room though, it just isn’t him

The colours just don’t suit him (that’s what Zeke says) and the vibe is off

J-Ju still sleeps with his childhood stuffed animal

It’s piglet from Winnie the Pooh

He’s also kinda a messy kid

Clothes and garbage and Gatorade bottles EVERYWHERE

Jimmy Sr. doesnt really give a fuck though

Just kinda lets J-Ju clean as he pleases

Don’t worry guys, Jimmy Jr. still has bits and pieces of himself around the room

His fav. Comic book characters are on his walls, and he even convinced his dad to get him a figurine of his number one character!

The sloth snake is only really there because Zeke got it for him

Don’t get him wrong, he likes sloth snake, it just isn’t his favourite thing really

But it’s just one more thing he can use to bond with Zeke, so he’ll put the poster up if he has to

(but there is a reason he put it up in the room he spends the least amount of time in)

Because of their custody agreement, J-Ju and Andy and Ollie are only at Jimmy Sr.’s every two weeks

J-Ju pt. 2!

This is his room at his mum’s house!

His mum moved into a house in suburbia and it has a very clean white kind of aesthetic

And she isn’t a neat freak or anything, but his mum does like to keep the house clean

So she’ll go in during the week that he’s with his dad and just organize things again

She doesn’t want to be one of those snoopy type mothers

But she did put a plant in Jimmy Jr.’s room so that she would have an excuse to go in there and “notice that his rooms a mess” so she can clean it

He does bring piglet with him from home to home, just don’t tell anyone that

J-Ju has read exactly three books and he displays them very proudly on his bookshelf

They’re the first Harry Potter book (he likes the movies better), The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, and the book Wonder (he cried when he finished reading it, he was just so emotional)

His mum also bought him figurines of his fav. Comic book characters

Except he didn’t even have to ask her for them, she just knows what he likes and wants lol

Even though she completely supports Jimmy’s passion for the art of dance, she secretly wishes he was more into sports like basketball (she is a big b-ball fan lmfao)

So she did frame a jersey and put it above his bed

Just in hopes that maybe it will inspire him

It doesn’t though, obviously

Peep the lil heart-shaped pillow Jimmy Jr. Is failing really hard at hiding

It’s from Tina, for Valentine’s Day

He keeps it because he really likes her, he’s just not sure if it’s in THAT way, you know?

His mum makes sure he always has a glass of water on his nightstand

“He has to keep hydrated”, she says

The only things she doesn’t clean up is his baseball equipment

She just isn’t sure where to put it all

The lion is from some soccer camp he did once as a kid

Its the first award type thing he’s ever won and he’s still pretty proud of it

Also hope you caught a glance of the cologne that J-Ju stole from his dad on the dresser

Iykyk

And ofc peep the LED light strips lmao

The death grip they had on teenagers

Andy and Ollie’s turn

Ollie is on the left, Andy’s on the right

Ollie has a weird lol shrimp stuffed toy that he just LOVES and Andy has a sheepdog looking toy, mostly because he doesn’t want to be left out

This is their room in Jimmy Sr.’s house btw

When Jimmy Pesto moved into his apartment after his divorce, he let the twins pick out their own wallpaper

He regrets it every day

They also picked out the bunny bookcase

As if Jimmy Sr. Didn’t have enough problems

They both got some of those glow in the dark stars

They love them

They also have cat and dog themed beds

It just makes sense for their characters, okay?

I don’t have a headcannon for why

The sleep in the same bed btw (Andy’s)

No matter how much their dad complains, they will keep sleeping together forever

This room is kinda Baren

They like their room at their dad’s house but all the toys and stuff Jimmy has for them are from when they were toddlers

He always complains that their mum babies them and is making them soft and while that may be true, he kinda babies them even more

He just doesn’t really know what they like anymore

But they still love him and their bedroom

The boys are avid colour-ers

You can see the evidence on their floor

But the pictures aren’t there because Jimmy Sr. Put their art on his fridge Awwh

And and Ollie pt. 2

Their room at their mum’s house!

She mostly decorated it

She knew better than to let them choose their own wallpaper

Their mum gives them more interactive toys

The dollhouse is one of their favs

Even if their dad says it’s “girly” whatever that means

Their bunk bed is very them

Just colourful and happy

They got to pick out their bed decor since it’s kinda like their own individual little spaces

They’re still very similar though

And they still sleep together, just so you know

But this time it’s in Ollie’s bed (the bottom bunk) because the twins (mostly Ollie) are afraid of heights

Their mum didn’t want to clutter their walls or anything, so she figured the flower painting was enough

Just a lil pop of colour

The flowers are again, for her own gain lmao

The boys have pillows that they sit on while they’re colouring

And their mum would but their artwork up on her fridge, really, she WOULD

It’s just that her fridge is already decked out in not only their art but also pics of them and J-Ju

She just cannot fit anything more

Zeke :3

Zeke’s bedroom is a lil different

He lives in a trailer with his dad and stepmom, so because of limited space he has to share his room with his new baby brother

Zeke loves his little brother with his whole heart (he would die for him) but dang he just wants his own space

Every time he looks at his lil bro though, he changes his mind

He is just so gash darn cute

When he was decorating the baby’s side of the room with Cheryl, he made SURE to tape a Bulko poster next to his brother’s crib

Gotta have something there to inspire him

Zeke is convinced his baby brother is going to become the world greatest wrestler (well, second after himself, of course)

His room gets hot as all he’ll at night so naturally he has a fan in there

The only issue now is that he has to share the cool air in the coming summertime

His favourite show ever is Sloth Snake

And he was lucky enough to snag TWO posters so that J-Ju could have a matching one!

I am personally convinced that Zeke is a Jess-style reader from Gilmore girls

Like, personality-wise he is NOT Jess

But hell does he sure read like him

Just the most pretentious books/novels

Not that he’ll ever admit it to anyone

I absolutely HAD to give him a sports water bottle

It kinda reminds me of those green Gatorade ones that every athlete and their mother has

And YES CHERYL he KNOWS he has to move the weight off the floor when the baby starts crawling -_-

Regular-Sized Rudy

This is Rudy’s room when he’s staying with his dad

He doesn’t keep a TON of stuff here, mostly just because he spends most of his time at his mums house

And plus, there’s not much he can do to alter his room since his dad’s just leasing the condo

He has his flounder plushie. He’s obsessed with that thing

Tissues next to his bed because he has allergies all of the time

His favourite comic book series makes posters and he HAD to have the fish guy

His dad kinda uses his room to put random stuff in

Like the bonsai trees

Rudy won’t say it to his face, but he does not care about those plants in the slightest

He also has never played baseball and neither has his dad? So where did that ball come from??

The car is vintage, it’s his dads old toy

He loves to bring it in for show and tell

Rudy also likes aliens and outer space

But it’s not one of his main interests at all so he keeps it on the downlow

He and his dad play competitive ping pong together

It’s one of the few sports that he can play as long as he has a puff of his inhaler between each set(?)

Needless to say, he does NOT miss this room when he’s with his mum, that’s for sure

Regular-sized Rudy pt. 2

This is his room at his mum’s now house

This used to be where he and his mum AND dad lived before the divorce

Which is why it’s a little more personalized

He loves to read and his mum loves it when he reads so she keeps his bookshelf stocked

The fish guy figurine was bought for him by his dad, he just prefers to keep it in this room

His dad understands (at least, Rudy thinks he does)

I’m going to pretend that green toy is a borobu plush lol

Louise is mega jealous because it’s an official licensed one

But now he knows what to get her for her birthday, so..

His mum keeps medicated ointment and sunscreen on his bookcase for easy access

She is a teeny bit of a helicopter mommy

His flounder plush comes with him back and forth

He really likes music (obviously, he spends his free time playing in his school’s orchestra)

So when he was little his dad bought him his own radio

He listens to it every night before bed and every morning when he’s getting ready for school

Again, he likes outer space, so he absolutely had to have those glow in the dark wall stars

His mum has a humidifier in his room because it helps him breathe at night

Or at least that’s what she says, and who is he to disagree with her?

Millie

Millie’s room is essentially a replica of Louise’s room, just with a few personalized touches here and there

She demanded a Kitty for her birthday so she got one

It’s name is Princess Sparkle Rainbow Muffin

Or at least, that’s what she tells Louise (his real name is Keith)

She doesn’t have Louise’s most current bed

Her parents had to draw the line somewhere, I guess

Her mum also wouldn’t let her get any of those LED light strips even though “Louise has them mom! I NEED THEM”

She read some article about the adhesive attracting bugs and noped the fuck out of that

So they compromised and she got string lights that she literally never turns on

Millie isn’t a huge fan of Kuchi Kopi

So she doesn’t sleep with him

But she still has one

Just cuz

The only other mentionable thing is her cactus

Idk, I wanted to give her some sort of carnivorous plant but they didn’t have any so I had to make do with what I had

Millie would totally have a Venus fly trap and she would keep that thing alive and FED

Lowkey I think that she got into the same comic series as the other boys I’ve made rooms for, so she has a poster of the crystal ball thing

[phantom-curve]

find the strength, find the melody pt. 8

oof I don’t know if I actually like this chapter or not. imposter syndrome has taken up residence in my brain and it’s not looking to move out anytime soon. hopefully this is better than I’m giving myself credit for. 

I’m gonna try and get on a more regular schedule of updating this weekly. I think we’ve got one more part to day three and then a chapter each for days four & five. there might also be another middle of the night chapter, trying to figure out if it fits into the timeline like I want it to or not. you get some sneak peaks of angsty Luke in this part which I’m kind of excited about. can’t be all soft boy all the time. gotta get that ~dimension~

also, I wrote a one-shot of Ray and Rose’s first date that was referenced waaaay back in pt. 6! it’s also the story of Tia Victoria’s 21st birthday that was referenced in pt. 7! I really love it which isn’t something I’ve felt about my writing lately so you should check it out.

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Julie had expected a mess of sloppy, overlapping notes and kinks that would need to be quickly smoothed out by Friday’s performance. She had been ready to go into the Showcase and just give it their best, hoping that maybe they would sound somewhat coherent, but not really expecting much all the same. A band couldn’t be built in a day. It was part of why she thought Luke’s plan was so insane. She couldn’t have been more wrong if she tried.

Within the first three run-throughs of the song things just seemed to click into place. It was like she had been playing with them her entire life. The longer they played, the more they slipped naturally into their role as bandmates. The energy in the room, the chemistry between the four of them, was palpable. She knew they could feel it too.

It was the way Reggie turned to her at the exact moment she moved towards him, playing off of her as she gave into her need to move to the bassline vibrating through her feet. It was how Alex’s face lit up with a kind of unrestrained joy she had never seen before, face shining as he nodded his head in time with his tapping foot when she turned towards him. They laughed together as she flipped her hair out of her eyes at the exact same time he did, completely in sync as they moved to the rhythm created by his fast-moving sticks. It was every single part of Luke.

His head, tilting to the side to call her to him just as she began to drift closer to his side. His voice, blending with hers like they had been made to sing together. His eyes, drilling into hers as she held her microphone out for them to share. His fingers, so sure on the strings beneath them that he didn’t once break their stare down. The tension she had felt simmering between them for the last few days exploded. They felt it at the exact same moment as their most seamless playthrough of the song came to a close.

Julie’s voice rang out beyond the instruments as she held her final note a beat longer than everyone else. She could hear the sound of Reggie and Alex’s voices rising with enthusiasm as they talked, but she couldn’t make out their words. Everything felt a little soft on the edges as Luke gazed at her with so much awe she thought she would float off the ground. He made her feel transcendent. Like the celestial being he claimed her to be. It was hard to feel like she wasn’t in Heaven when he looked at her like that. Her breath caught in her throat. He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly she was being jostled from behind, her moment with Luke broken. Her feet stumbled as leather-clad arms wrapped around her tightly, sweeping her into a clumsy spin.

“Julie! That was amazing!”

Reggie’s voice was sparkling, and she couldn’t help but laugh softly, giving into the all-consuming feeling of happiness that was bubbling up inside of her. They came to a stop as a longer pair of arms covered in soft pink cotton pulled them close. Julie met Alex’s eyes, giving him a grateful smile as the studio finally came back into focus. He beamed back at her, completely relaxed and damn near glowing.

“I gotta agree with Reg for once.”

Julie giggled as Reggie let out an indignant shout, lips slipping into a pout. Alex ignored him, releasing his hold on both of them, but still talking to Julie.

“Seriously, Julie, I totally see what Luke has been saying. He was right, you’re perfect.”

Julie felt hot all the way from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes. She gave Luke a side-eyed glance, heart tripping as she caught the quick expression of embarrassed betrayal on his face. So, he had actually used the word ‘perfect’ to describe her. He had talked about her to his boys, and not just as a musician. This wasn’t only about the music. She knew that, or she should have known that by now, but to be faced with it so plainly was something else entirely. Luke attempted to slip into a casual slouch, but his hand scratching at the back of his neck gave away the nerves he was feeling as his gaze slipped back over to hers. Julie gulped, breathing out slowly.

“What can I say? You definitely make us better.”

Another attempt at a nonchalant shrug that was foiled by his still-scratching hand and slight vocal crack. Julie’s heart raced, her stomach flipping low in her gut. So, this is what a real crush feels like. Julie had crushed on boys before, or so she had thought. Never before had she felt like this. She hadn’t actually known the other boys she had been attracted to. Not in the way she was beginning to realize she knew Luke. She had kept herself at a distance from them, building up a fantasy in her mind as to what type of person they were and what it would be like to see that fantasy come to life. Her crushes had always been somewhat superficial and definitely unobtainable. Luke was neither one of those things. He was right here. She knew him. Connected with him on a level deeper than should be possible after only three days, but it was undeniable all the same. Her soul whispered that she had always known him, she had simply been waiting for him to return to his true home within her heart all this time.

Luke was shifting uneasily on his feet, just like earlier in the day when he realized he had taken his bold declarations a step too far. Only this time, Julie realized she liked when he did that. The way he built her up without even trying, an endless supply of support and admiration falling from his lips so easily. Julie simultaneously wanted to reassure him and also continue needling him because the way his words made her feel was a high like no other. His eyes crinkled at the edges, smile softening just for her. She gave in to the temptation to touch him, reaching up to lightly grasp his wrist. The scratching finally stopped, and Julie gave a special soft smile of her own.

“I think we make each other better. That’s a great song, Luke. Thank you for doing this for me.”

Julie released her grip and lowered her hand, biting her lip slightly. She didn’t miss the way that Luke’s ears tinged pink, his arm hovering in the air for a second as he processed her words. Their eyes locked, a million fleeting emotions passing between them in seconds, their own form of silent communication. With Luke, Julie was learning that there was a lot more in the things left unsaid than the things that he let slip out. Her words meant more to him than he would ever be able to express and she wondered if that related back to something with Bobby or something with his parents. Maybe even both. The moment stretched on, the rest of the studio melting away in the background. Until Reggie’s whisper broke through.

“I see chemistry.”

The twin slaps of Alex’s hand on his forehead and Luke’s hand falling to his thigh echoed in the otherwise silent space. Julie felt her cheeks burn, breaking away from Luke’s gaze to face the other boys once again. She really had to stop letting herself get swept up in him. Especially when they had such an observant audience. Her eyes darted to the clock behind them, surprised to find several hours had already passed. Her dad would probably be calling her up for dinner soon. Right on cue, the studio doors rattled and opened. Carlos, framed by the setting sun behind him, studied the group of teenagers.

“So, this is your boy band?”

“Boy band! Who you callin ‘boy band’?!”

Luke’s indignant shout would have been funny if Julie wasn’t hyperaware of how close she was still standing to him. Carlos’s skeptical brown eyes darted back and forth between them like he could tell he had missed out on a golden opportunity to embarrass her. He smirked slightly, crossing his arms as he regarded Luke.

“I mean, you’re boys in a band. Ergo, boy band.” His hands lifted in a falsely innocent shrug. “I don’t make the rules.”

Reggie giggled as Luke’s jaw dropped slightly, stunned into silence by her brother’s sass. Even Alex was fighting back a grin. Reggie stepped closer to Carlos, whipping out his hand for a high-five.

“Up top, little dude!”

Carlos’s smirk melted into a genuine smile as he lifted onto his toes to smack Reggie’s hand. Julie rolled her eyes, nudging Luke a bit while the others were distracted. He turned to her with a small pout.

“Kids usually think I’m cool.”

“No, kids usually think you’re another kid.” Alex chimed in gleefully.

Luke’s pout deepened and Julie couldn’t resist knocking their fingers together for a quick brush of contact.

“I think you’re cool.”

The whisper was low, but she could tell he heard it by the way he snatched her hand into his, squeezing it for a brief moment as he gave her that burning look again. The interaction was over in a second, but Julie felt the lingering fire race across her skin. She wished she could have a minute or ten alone with him. She turned back to Carlos in the doorway before he could notice. That kid didn’t need any more ammunition against her, thank you very much.

“Did you need something, Carlos? Or are you just here to be a pest?”

He broke off his conversation with Reggie to stick his tongue out at her. She repeated the gesture back to him.

“I need a lot of things actually. Like a normal sister for one.”

He snickered at the way her nostrils flared, fully aware that she wanted to reach out and cuff the back of his head but wouldn’t do it in front of other people. She settled for gritting her teeth and reminding herself that as annoying as Carlos was, he was also her little brother and she loved him. She just didn’t always appreciate his astonishing lack of a filter around older boys that he thought were cool. Luke had read him all wrong of course. Carlos only teased people he was in awe of. That reminder calmed her as well. He was teasing out of love, and because he was nervous around these teenagers that he clearly wanted to like him. She could give him a pass. She could also tease him right back.

“I know where you sleep, twerp. Relay your message or scram.”

He rolled his eyes at her lame threat, but dropped the bratty attitude nonetheless.

“Dad says it’s time to eat. He said the guys can stay if they’re hungry.”

Carlos couldn’t fully hide the hope in his voice, though he tried to sound indifferent about it. Julie watched the boys share a quick look, an entire conversation taking place in mere seconds. Alex’s arm went around Reggie, who sagged a bit like he was disappointed. Luke’s hand went back to his neck, body slumping as if to shrink himself. Alex’s fingers tapped out a restless beat against his thigh. None of them moved to speak. Julie couldn’t stand the uncomfortable way the air grew thick between them.

“I’m sure the guys have plans already, bud. This was kind of a last-minute thing. Maybe tomorrow?”

She aimed the question at the boys instead of Carlos. They seemed to melt all at once. Another silent conversation communicated through glances. Reggie took the lead this time.

“That sounds great! As long as you’re sure your dad won’t mind. We don’t wanna be a burden.”

Julie shook her head, heart aching at the way Reggie said ‘burden’ like it was a title he was used to.

“No burden at all. Dad always makes too much spaghetti anyway. And my Tía usually brings food a few times a week so we literally always have leftovers. You guys would be helping us out by eating them up, honestly.”

Reggie smiled at her, and Julie was surprised to find that she wanted to cry. Not because she was happy or sad or any particular emotion really, but because Reggie made her feel the same way Carlos did when it was the middle of the night and she was waking up to the feeling of his cold feet against her calves and his whispered confession about not wanting to be alone right then. She felt protective. Ready to fight whatever or whoever it was out there that had made him believe he was too much simply by existing. Was this what her mom had talked about when she said the best bands were actually families? Julie had always taken that to mean her family, as in her mom and her. Maybe what she had been saying all along was that the magic of music could make a family. The right connections, the right mix of artists, and it wasn’t just about playing anymore. It was about creating something together, breathing life into their art as one entity. Caring for each other, lifting each other up, bandaging each other’s wounds.

The enormity of the realization that all it took was one afternoon for her to adopt these three idiots hit her like a ton of bricks. She didn’t even know them, and yet, she did. Their souls were forever intertwined. Whatever feeling had overtaken them during their practice would linger for the rest of eternity, burned into her heart like a brand. The magic of music.

“Thanks, Julie.”

Alex’s voice was soft, fingers calm once more. Julie nodded, not trusting herself to speak right then.

“Cool!”

Carlos whooped, breaking the moment once again. This time, Julie didn’t mind so much.

“I’ll go tell Dad. See you guys later!”

He was off like a rocket, propelled forward by his unshakeable enthusiasm. The arm that Alex still had around Reggie flexed for a moment before dropping. Reggie gave him a quick smile, lifting his bass over his head. Luke swung his guitar onto his back, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels. Julie could tell something was bothering him. Alex seemed to feel it too.

“Hey, Reg, can you go unlock the van? I’m gonna start carrying my kit up.”

Alex tossed the keys to Reggie, who somehow managed to catch them singlehandedly while still holding his bass. His eyebrows furrowed for a second, but then he looked over at Luke and understanding dawned. He raced out of the studio without a word, Alex close behind him cradling his bass drum in his arms. Julie turned to Luke once they were alone, only to be met with his back as he fiddled with his guitar in its case. His shoulders were raised high, muscles bunched tightly under his shirt. She took a few steps forward, resting her hand lightly on his back once she was next to him. He relaxed slightly and she sighed in relief. Her fingers took on a mind of their own, softly rubbing until he let his shoulders fall.

“Please don’t feel obligated to stay for dinner tomorrow if you don’t want to.”

Luke spun around so quickly Julie didn’t have time to step back. He grabbed her elbows, steadying her but not moving out of her space. His expression was torn, eyes intense. Julie felt her throat tighten.

“No, Julie, it’s not that. I just...families are hard. For me. For...us.”

His eyes flew to the still open doors and back. She didn’t have to ask who the us was.

“Your dad seems really great. Your brother too. I just...it’s silly, but I don’t wanna let you or your family down.”

He bit his lip, gaze slipping down to the floor. They stood toe-to-toe, the tips of their sneakers almost touching. Julie breathed in deeply, the faint smell of her shampoo tickling her nose. It had to be coming off of Luke. Her own hair had been tied back into a bun at the beginning of band practice. It was an intimate reminder of the night before. When he hadn’t been home in the middle of the night because sometimes it was better to be elsewhere, even if elsewhere just meant not there. She couldn’t relate to that feeling. Her home had never felt like anything other than a welcoming, safe space. Her family had never been anything other than loving and supportive, even in the rare moments when they fought with each other.

“Luke, I’m pretty sure my dad thinks that you’re an angel. He was so happy this afternoon he didn’t even bring up the meeting with Lessa. You’re the reason I’m playing music again and that’s as good as gold in his eyes.”

“No way, Molina.” Luke scoffed, hands raising from her elbows to her shoulders. “That’s all on you. I didn’t do anything except ambush you for my own personal gain.”

Julie was shaking her head before he even finished his sentence. He was trying to play everything off with that cocky, cool kid attitude, but she knew him better now. That bravado was all a defense mechanism. One of her own hands lifted, brushing his hair out of his eyes, fingers lingering along his jawline.

“You’re wrong, Patterson.”

She didn’t miss the way he jerked a bit when she used his last name, his pupils widening slightly. A small smile formed on her lips. Two could play at that game.

“You rescued my mom’s song and protected it all this time. You brought it back to me right when I needed it. Did you know that was the last song she ever worked on? The last song we ever worked on. That song is the last piece of my mom. I don’t think I would have ever been able to play again without it, and I didn’t even realize that until yougave it back to me.”

She edged forward until their shoes touched. It wasn’t that much closer, but Julie could feel every inch of space lost between them. Luke’s eyes were doing that soft, starry thing again, and Julie thought her own eyes might look the same. He let his hands fall from her shoulders until they were resting lightly against her waist. Her own hands snuck around his neck, fingertips brushing against his soft, jasmine scented hair. Luke swayed their bodies slightly, his need for constant motion of some kind getting the best of him. It made her want to laugh, but this moment felt too big for that. Of all the ways her relationship with Luke had rapidly shifted in the last few days, this felt like the most serious. She wasn’t trying to fight him anymore. She was laying her cards out just as openly as he had.

“Julie...”

She couldn’t stop herself from leaning into him further, his voice twisting her name into the sweetest sounding melody. Luke didn’t get a chance to say or do anything else before noise filtered in through the still open studio doors. Alex’s voice, louder than Julie had ever heard it before, as he chatted with Reggie. Luke’s shoulders curved slightly, like he was disappointed, before he straightened and put some more space between them. They dropped their hands at the same time, the loss of contact causing her to shiver. Luke shot her a quick smile, so Julie knew his actions were less about hiding her and more about not wanting to share their delicate relationship with anyone else just yet. That was okay with her, too. It felt a little too new, a little too fragile, to let anyone else in on it just yet.

Alex and Reggie appeared only seconds later, Alex looking a little wary like he wasn’t sure his loud approach had been enough warning, Reggie’s expression open and happy, clearly oblivious to the thick tension between Luke and Julie. He was babbling to Alex about something involving physics homework, both of them moving to collect several other pieces of Alex’s kit. Luke gave her one last glance before he left her side to lift an amp. Julie was silent for a moment as she watched them before a realization had her smacking her forehead. The sound was loud enough to startle the boys, who turned to her with matching confused expressions on their faces.

“You guys are going to be right back over here tomorrow. You don’t need to take all your stuff out just to haul it back in here in like 24 hours. I should have said something earlier.”

Another silent conversation, the boys wary and anxious again. Julie wished she had a better understanding of the landmines she seemed to keep stumbling upon. Luke had given her a small hint, but the rejection anxiety ran deep in every single one of these boys. Reggie spoke up before Julie had the chance to reassure them.

“Are you sure your dad won’t mind?”

He was fiddling nervously with the strap on his bass, eyes wide. Alex’s grip flexed on the snare he held, Luke stepping closer to his guitar case. She heard the underlying question behind Reggie’s tone. Are you sure these parts of our souls will be safe here?

“He won’t mind at all. He hasn’t touched a thing in here since we locked it up after Mom...since we locked it up a year ago.”

She tried to keep her voice soft, her steps slow as she moved to place her hands against the top of the grand piano.

“My mom’s piano has been stored in here my entire life. I promise you the Molina’s know the importance of protecting our instruments. It’s up to you though. I totally get it if you want to keep them with you.”

Julie didn’t wait for their response, letting them process and decide for themselves how they felt about the situation. She bent to lift the sheet that usually covered the piano, shaking it a few times before closing the fallboard and draping the soft material over the instrument.  By the time she turned around, only Luke was left behind her. She raised a brow, concerned she had said the wrong thing. His lips stretched into one of the smiles reserved just for her.

“They went back to the van to get Alex’s bass drum.”

Her eyes darted off to the side behind him, noticing that the snare Alex had been holding was back in place, Reggie’s bass once more nestled into a guitar holder. She felt her frown soften into a smile, relieved that they seemed to trust her despite not really having much of a reason to.

“Thank you...for, ya know, being so cool about all of this.”

Luke’s voice was quiet, hands fidgeting like he was fighting the urge to raise them to the back of his neck.

“Luke, I should be the one thanking you. Seriously, you guys don’t have to do this for me, and you are anyway. Actually, you very well could get into trouble for doing this, and yet you’re still willing to take that risk. The least I can do is house your instruments for a few days.”

Julie didn’t mean to, but something in her voice had his head snapping up at the way she said her last sentence. Like he could tell that she was trying to say it wasn’t just the instruments she was willing to care for. It was the boys too. It was Luke. They didn’t say anything more, letting the sentiment hang in the air between them. Luke’s eyes were impossibly soft. If Julie hadn’t already plunged over the cliff ledge falling for him, this moment would have toppled her.

Reggie and Alex stumbled back in, both of them laughing but unable to fully articulate why. Something about an old Vine video and bible study. Alex reset his bass drum, Julie scrounging up another sheet from the linen closet in the bathroom to cover it for the night. And if she took an extra second to run her fingers over the towel now hanging on the hook next to the shower, the faint scent of jasmine and citrus body wash and Luke drifting off of it at the movement, well no one else had to know about that.

[maveras-posts]

Deadpool Headcannons

General Headcannon:

NO DOUBT. Wade has Spider-Man merch & plushies

Only wears onesies & refuses to wear other pajamas

Can quote ANY Vine (This man is cultured)

SKILLED Tik Tok Dancer

On that note he most likely has many secret accounts so he can troll

Wade has a Wattpad where he writes Spideypool fanfics.

Owns a gumball machine

Carries Hello Kitty Band-aids in his Hello Kitty backpack

His apartment is a DISASTER housekeeping wise…

Is scared of roaches (Won’t hesitate to BURN the house down with the roach in it).

Is the PROTECTOR of the Gays/Lesbians

Will call people randomly at 3AM (There won’t even be a reason)

Sleeps with a Spidey Squishmallow

Being Friends with Deadpool:

Super supportive & chill friend

Will give you his cartoon drawings (Your fridge will be covered in them)

Will randomly show up everywhere shopping, in your apartment, in your car (Be prepared to have the SHIT SCARED OUTTA YOU)

Constant back and fourth banter/insults

Will talk your ear off for HOURS

Wade only wants/needs someone to be there for him unconditionally

Wade is lonely but will never admit it.

Please for the love of God stay with him. Please be his friend.

AN: On top of being a religious anime watcher, I am also a HUGE Marvel fan. I feel like Deadpool doesn’t get as much hype as he deserves, his character and background are rich but sometimes it seems to be overlooked. Personally Deadpool is one of my favorite Marvel characters and I decided to “Hell with it” and write my headcannons for him.

Enjoy!

-M

[tanzaniiite]

Hiiii May I request Asahi, Kurro, Oikawa and Tobio reacting to their gf shouting at them “the faster you get to me the more kisses you get!” And they’re all the way in the other room, while their so is laying in bed?! I saw this tik tok and it was soooo cute!!

“THE FASTER YOU GET TO ME, THE MORE KISSES YOU GET” TREND

w/ asahi, kuroo, oikawa & kagyema

requests: OPEN

warnings: none!

so sadly i couldn’t find this trend :( but i get the general gist of it and it is cute! i’m just gonna put it in the trend category anyways. also for the sake of variety, i switched up the places. thank you for the request!

you’ve lowkey wanted to do this for a while but just never found the time to do so

and what better time to do it when picking up your boyfriend from practice?

in front of his whole team :D

you knew there was a 120% chance that asahi would be flustered if you did this with the boys™️ around

but tbh when is he not flustered?

n e ways you head over to the gym and get your phone ready

when you enter the gym, kiyoko tells you they’re just cleaning up and they should be done soon

asahi spots you immediately and waves at you from the other side of the room

“hey hun! i’m almost done here okay?”

you smile and nod, ignoring noya and tanaka mimicking your boyfriend (“hey hunny~”) and gagging

welp it’s now or never

“okay! but remember: the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get!”

the gym is silent for a second before noya and tanaka’s howls of laughter fill it

you giggle at their antics but when you turn to asahi you stop

no shit, this dude looks like he’s abt to vomit

his face is on fire

he cannot stand being teased in public

suga just pats him on the back and takes the mop from his hands

“you should go to y/n, i wouldn’t want to miss those kisses”

you laugh as your giant bf shuffles towards you all embarrassed

“y/nnn, why would you that?”

“do what?”

“don’t play innocent with me”

you laugh some more as you hold his hand and walk out the gym

“so where are my kisses that i was promised?”

you smile and pull him down by his collar and plant a sweet kiss on his lips

my mans looks distraught when you pull away

“that’s it?”

“you didn’t move fast enough”

omg don’t get me started w/ this horny ass rooster

y’all probably hanging out at his house and he went to the kitchen to get snacks

his dad isn’t home so this is perfect for you to execute your plan

“yo, princess what kind of chips do you want?”

you whip out your handy dandy phone and hit record

“barbecue is fine! also the faster you get to me, the more kisses you can get”

istg it’s the “cam and collin, run in here and come get y’all juice” vine but w/ kuroo and you’re the juice

my guy rly ran to you at top speed 👌🏽

you’re dying with laugher as he throws the chips on his desk and makes his way to you

“you called?”

you nod, “yeah, just so you can bring me my chips faster slow poke”

as you move to get up from the bed, kuroo tightly wraps his arms around your waist and presses kisses to your neck

“y’know it dangerous to promise a man kisses and not deliver”

“you mean a horn dog?” you snort

you hear him groan behind you

“c’mon princess i was trying to be sexy!”

ngl he’s been waiting for you to do this trend

he’s even been sending you various videos of it for ideas!

he just wants to tiktok famous 😔

you’re clearly not getting it so

UNO REVERSE CARD

he decides to do it at your house with your family there bc he’s a lil shit

y’all are on the couch watching a movie

and similar to kuroo, you went to the kitchen to get water or something

oikawa pulls out his phone and starts recording

“baby?”

there’s a short pause, “yeah?”

“the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get!”

he’s readying himself to tackle you with love and affection.. but you never come

now he feels like boo boo the fool 🤡

your sibling sees him sulking on the couch and calls out to you

“y/n, i think your boyfriend wants your attention!”

you come from the kitchen with snacks and place them on the end table only to see your bf pouting

“hey.. what’s–”

“why didn’t you come running?”

???

oikawa explains the trend and how you never came to him

you just had to laugh, your boyfriend is so dramatic all the time sometimes

“i’m sorry tooru, i didn’t hear you but you can kiss me now if you want” you say, as you pucker your lips

he just crosses his arms and shuffles away from you

this dude…

“fine i’ll just kiss you myself”

you shower him with kisses and eventually he stops pouting and gives in

“next time, open your ears so i can love you”

you don’t have the heart to tell him that’s not how ears work

ugh my precious tobio 🥺

today’s practice has been canceled bc coach ukai is sick

so you decide to do this when he’s walking you home from school

for the first half of the day you guys have classes together but after lunch you don’t see him much :/

so he’s like on the other side of the building while your waiting for him by the entrance

you’re rly excited to hang out with him while there’s still light outside but he’s taking sooo long

most likely arguing with hinata tbh

so you send him a lil text for motivation :D

‘y’know.. the faster you get to me, the more kisses you get’

i shit you not, this dude is running like sonic

gotta go fast headass

y’know the Road Runner from looney tunes?

that’s him, his is the road runner

one minute you’re standing waiting for your bf, the next you’re being tackled by him

he almost knocks you to the ground ngl

you’re holding him by the shoulders while he catches his breath

“what the hell tobio?”

*pants* “i came as fast as i could” *pants*

you’re shocked that he actually ran but not really bc we been knew this dude was touch starved

you smile widely and kiss him deeply

i see tobio not being too keen on PDA but he earned this so he’s gonna enjoy it goddamn it 😠

suddenly you see a orange fuzzy in your peripheral vision but don’t pay too much attention to it

“HEY! YOU LEFT ME MID CONVERSATION TO MAKE OUT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!”

you pull away giggling as tobio groans, face red with embarrassment

tanzaniiite © 2020 — all rights reserved. do not repost, modify, or copy. do not plagiarize. thank you.

[haikyoonn]

Karasuno First Years - Sleepover Hc's

✨ bcs everyone needs friends, me included✨

Warning: cursing and fluffy friendship

gn! reader

In your house, obviously.

Basically, you and Yachi were talking about daily randomness and she ended up telling you that she never went to a sleepover before

You stared at her like "bitch, ykw???" Or like "Me too."

Little baby almost cried when you said the both of you should do one together

You two went to Kyioko to ask if she was free and if she wanted to join, but sadly she had plans already

Sad™

Smol tangerine boy noticed the disappointment and asked what was wrong

He cares ok? 🥺

Yachi was the first one to tell him almost instantly, sad puppy eyes

She doesn't have a lot of friends, she wanted the sleepover so bad 😞😞

Hinata said "OH NO!" precious

He wanted to help, so he stroked a proud pose and said he would join with sparkles around his face ✨✨✨

Happiness: 100% level

It didn't last too long until Kageyama knew about the sleepover

Ofc tangerine would tell him or the whole team

He was like " I'm going to a sleepover and you are not! I WON!"

Kageyama: tf is a sleepover?

You were distributing water bottles when he went running to you asking to join the sleepover thing

You were like: ??? Who told you???

Ofc you wouldn't say no to him, like??? He's baby, tf??? That sparking eyes???

When you said he could join he felt cocky while his hands were on his hips

But then he made a "I'm confusion" face and asked you what a sleepover was

Patience™

Yamaguchi looked at him concerned slowly taking the bottle of your hands

Yamaguchi: You don't know what a sleepover is?

Kageyama: Am I supposed to?

*Tsukishima scoffed in the distance

Tsukishima: Kings don't go to sleepovers, they don't have friends, only slaves

You invited the salt just because of that.

He rejected.

Kageyama was lost, you didn't answer him

Yamaguchi asked who were invited and asked if we could join too politely with a slight blush

Must protect.

Now that Yama is officially part of the sleepover, Tsukishima would 100% be there as well

It's the law.

Sleepover time! 🤠🤠

You and Yachi walked together to your house after practice at the Friday Night

Both of you stopping at some stores to buy some snacks and c a n d y 🍭🍭

And ice cream, just because

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima arrived at the same time, and Yamaguchi also bought food with his sleeping plushie

He does have one, shush

Tsukishima bought salt.

His headphones and sleep mask 💅🏼✨

Hinata and Kageyama showed up panting at you door, you assumed they were racing who would reach your place first

Hinata jumped on you it's his style to greet someone and entered your house jumping on top of the couch

Someone is excited.

Kageyama shoved a volleyball at your face with his two hands

Kageyama: I BOUGHT A VOLLEYBALL!

You: Oh really? Didn't notice.

Tsukishima is hugging his knees and is disgusted "who tf would bring a volleyball to a sleepover???"

Hinata was already eating and Yachi was trying to hide the other snacks from him

Yamaguchi is smiling and calmly sitting in the ground next to the salt, he was actually really happy that he's hanging out with friends

Movies! 🤠🤠

Yamaguchi is screaming while hugging your arm and Yachi passing out on the sofa with the horror movie

Tsukishima starting to stress with the stupid choices people make

Hinata and Kageyama fighting about who's a scared cry baby, both in the floor and Hinata is sitting between your shins

Someone help you

Snacks! 🤠🤠

Hinata ate all.

So you needed to make dinner and some sweet desserts

Yachi helps you with dinner, both of you casually talking and smiling

It's a cute sight 🥺🥺

Yama helps you with the dessert, he is used to make sweets tsukishima's falt

You sit next to Yachi on the table, and y'all eat.

Not peacefully, tho.

Hinata and Kageyama were fighting again

"I bEt YoU cAn'T eAt As MuCh As I dO!"

Yachi casually sliding cups of water to you for their lives sake

Not patience™

About the volleyball Kageyama bought 🤠🤠

After eating Kageyama came to you like a puppy

And asked if playing volleyball is part of the sleepover

You are friends with a whole ass volleyball team, what did u expect???

You said yes

He smiles excited

But it will need some modifications

He confusion

You asked him to sit next to you in the floor and he did, as well everyone

You explained the "Never have I ever" game

You said you question and tossed the ball to Kageyama and encouraged him to do the same

It went like that.

Tossing and playing "Never have I ever" but instead of losing points or drinking, y'all needed to throw a pillow at the person

Hinata received the toss with his hands at one round, and thought:

HMMMMM 🤔 I'll try to embarrass S O M E O N E

Hinata: Never have I ever went to a sleepover 😌😌😌

Tsukishima: You haven't?

Hinata: w a i t

Tsukishima, Yamaguchi and you were laughing real bad

You were about to throw a pillow at Yachi and Kageyama, but Hinata took one and threw it h a r d at Tsukishima's face

TSUKIIII [ insert Tadashi's voice ]

His glasses were bent over his face

Haha laugh funny vine/meme

Pillow fight! 🤠🤠

Tsukishima was about to suffocate Hinata but you saved him saying: We NeEd TeAmS, rIgHt?

Team one: You, Hinata And Yachi¹

Team two: Tsukishima, Tadashi and Kageyama²

Yachi accidentally slipped while going to throw another pillow and ended up hitting Yamaguchi's straight in the face

His eyes were teary, not because it hurted him but because of the impact of the pillowcase with his eyes

Yachi started to shake you with panic

She glued her head to the floor and apologized 1.000 times to him even if he reassured her it was alright

You asked him if he was ok while touching his shoulder

b l u s h

You are beautiful, ok?

You shouted to the freak duo to catch every pillow you guys used and bring them to you

Who catches more pillows wins.

The room it's nice and clean in seconds 😌💅🏼✨

Time to sleep! 🤠🤠

Smol tangerine won the 1x1

Kags is already in his mattress because he angy 😤

You dragged him to the bathroom and told him to brush his fckin teeth before sleeping, tho.

After that, you ruffle tangerine's hair and said he did a good job

Congratulations, he won't sleep of happiness

You give him the ice cream pot to calm him down while you show Yachi bby where she's sleeping after she brushed her teeth

Wich is the mattress next to the right side of yours, and wishes her good night

Hinata is done with the ice cream and goes to sleep

Bitch??? B r u s h. Y o u r. T e e t h.

He does and goes to sleep with another hair ruffle from you

Yamaguchi gets out of the bathroom and asks you where he's sleeping

Wich is this whole couch 😌😌

He reassures that he doesn't need to sleep on the couch just because of the incident before but you don't c a r e

He's not injured but he is.

You are about to turn the lights off while wishing everyone good night

Everyone respond to you, only not Kageyama

You: I'll wait...

Kageyama:...

You:..?

Kageyama:...g'night...

You: Thank you.

When you turn of the lights, there's still light in the room

It's Tsukishima with Tik Tok

Again.

He is laying in his mattress wich is next to yours, but on the left side, with his headphones on

You don't even bother to tell him to go to sleep, you start scrolling on your for you page as well

You both stay like that until 2AM, silently giggling

Until he turns off his phone and turn his back to you

Tsukishima: I'll sleep, you should as well

You turn your back to his and wishes him good night again, no response this time.

Y'all woke up with drawings and toothpaste in your faces 🤠🤠

end.

[ask-the-websites-themselves]

RULES: -No being mean, we are real people -No asks about politics and how the websites are run this is not the blog for that -Uhhhmmmm you can ship the websites n send asks about those ships just no incest Newgrounds and MySpace (played by @orchidsinmylungs )

Tumblr and Deviantart (played by @thegirlever )

And Twitter and Tik Tok played by (@ghostlyplacetobe )

And YouTube played by (@glitchylaptop )

And Reddit played by (@wwindblumee )

And Vine played by (@breakcoreboxcat )

And Wattpad played by (@naturalharmoniac )

And AO3 played by (@webluvbot )

Facebook, Musical.ly, 4-Chan and Lolcow are also here but are not played by anyone.

Newgrounds and Myspace are married, and their kids are Facebook, Tumblr, and Youtube. Tik Tok, Vine, and Musically are siblings. 4-chan and Lolcow are twins Wattpad and AO3 are siblings. So uh I wanna say that Newgrounds is a Flordia man. You will find this bitch riding an alligator drinking piss poor beer singing fucking two trucks.

MySpace is the slightly chiller parent, but you can bet their children grew up with near constant raves in the house. She used to bake those cookies with rock sugar on top and everything. It was just chaotic but y'know...caring

Facebook is a boomer despite being fairly young bitch you are barely in your thirties and are posting minion memes and those stupid boomer comics. Hates the internet, and thinks he is better then everyone else.

Youtube used to be fun, and they still can be, but they feel forgotten and left behind so they cranked up their hard assery to try to survive. They think they have evolved past the need for that distasteful stuff their father insisted on filling their house with...but they do really miss the creativity. They need to eat though~!

Tik Tok appears to be a sweet if a little hyper and maybe a little crigey but in an endearing way, but they are secretly pure evil. They will sell your organs on the black market for a quick buck, and will do anything to be the top dog always. They don't care about who they hurt.

Vine used to be the funnyman, just a goofy little guy. You want something light hearted? Vine was who you talked too. They are very missed, but their ghost lives on because everyone loves them.

Musically was fairly more edgy then Vine, but was just very chill. I dunno I have like nothing for them mate.

Reddit knows everything, and if they don't know it they'll find it. They have an opinion on everything, and they have no filter about it. Yes, in fact you are the asshole. Chronically online, and they often forget real life is a thing.

Deviantart is a mix of chaotic oc (do not steal) and actual serious artist. They'll give you boatloads of art tips, but they do NOT tolerate tracing. They are slowly dying, and are desperately trying to be relevant again. They are terrified of fading to obscurity

4 Chan and Lolcow are twins, and they are "nice guy" and nice girl" respectfully. You do ANYTHING they dislike you are getting doxxed, but damn do these guys have the craziest stories. They also have interesting inside jokes n such. Just...careful around them.

Instagram in a basic white girl. That's it. So is snapchat.

Wattpad has peeped the horrors and revels in it. They collect the stupidest ass tropes but God are some of their stories good (most of them are ass though sorry) they also work in the fanfic library, founded by their mother Fanfic.net (she will be missed)

AO3 has peeped the horrors and is only alive to continue to properly shelve them. They are slightly more serious then Wattpad, and a little more grown up, but they still have some weird shit in their desk. They also have carnal knowledge of the most infamous fics

Tumblr is....chaos. they are literally held together with silly string and glitter glue. They spout bullshit 24/7, no one likes them, everyone likes them, they live in a constant state of agony, they are completely fine, they are the hellsite beloved.

[princessozera]

The TikTok/Vine Fuck Up

Summary: Listen, memes, tik toks, and vines are HILARIOUS. And, when you say them enough times, they become your automatic responses. Unfortunately, these automated responses have put you into hot water a couple of times....

GN!MC (They/Them, 2nd ppov)

Word Count: 1.3 k

Lucifer

“Mammon I understand that you have an impulse to grab things that don’t belong to you but this time-” You groaned internally as Lucifer continued to berate Mammon. This day just kept getting worse and worse; you’d woken up with a crick in your neck and tense all over, you’d spilled your lunch on your uniform, everyone in the cafeteria getting a good look at what lay underneath that dumb teal button up, and skimmed your knee walking home. You’d come to the library for some peace and quiet to work on your homework with Satan, but less than 10 minutes later, Mammon came in screaming with Lucifer hot on his heels. Although you weren’t really listening to what was being said, you were at the end of your rope, and finally snapped.

“Lucifer please! We get it! He messed up! Could you just shut up and drop it already!”

“I BEG YOUR PARDON!?” he pivots to you in one smooth motion, anger flaring.

“THEN BEG!” 

You felt the room temperature drop by 20 degrees, regretting the words out of your mouth as every one turned to stare at you in horror. Even Lucifer stares at you, mouth agape for a moment before glaring you down.

“MC. Go to my room immediately, I’ll be with you in a minute,” he ordered in what can only be described as a growl. You nod curtly, accepting your fate, although you weren’t entirely sure what it was, the dark look in Lucifer’s eyes was a little hard to decipher.

“You’ve lived a good life MC,” Levi sighs, patting your shoulder as you walk out.

“You will be dearly missed,” Satan snickers, going back to his own work.

(( No matter how much you tried to explain that it was an accident and your response was suppose to be a joke, no matter how many compilations of the video you tried to show him, Lucifer would make sure you atoned for your sass.))

Mammon

It had been another great night of bar hopping with Mammon. You snuck out from the house to celebrate a perfect test score, although, truth be told, both of you just wanted an excuse to drink together. You downed another shot, a new liquor recommended by Mammon. 

Mammon walked off to close the tab and you could immediately feel that you should not have taken that last shot. You pulled out your D.D.D and saw a message from Satan, congratulating you on a perfect test score. “He cares about me so much-” your chest tightens, and you begin to scroll through your camera feed, smiling back at the hundreds of pictures you had with the brothers. “They all do-” your lips began to tremble, an overwhelming sense of belonging and love starting to overtake you.

“Hey MC!” Mammon laughs as he pulls you into his arms, completely missing the tears in your eyes because of his own drunken haze. “I got 69 grimm in change, you know what that means,” He joking lifts his eyebrows at you, before freezing, finally realizing how close you were to crying.

“It means I don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets,” your joke falls flat as you start to cry, hiding your face in Mammon’s jacket.

“Oi MC! It’s okay, pull yourself together,” Mammon stammers, blushing profusely as you snuggled closer to him, “It’s okay, I’ve got you! Hey! Waitress! Do you got any chicken nuggets!?”

-------------

The next day, you woke up to a pounding headache. Oh no, wait, someone was pounding at the door.

Wait, nope, you still had that headache.

“MAMMON! MC! YOU HAVE 1 MINUTE TO OPEN THIS DOOR BEFORE I BREAK IT DOWN!” Lucifer yelled from the other side of the door. This was enough to wake you up and you sat up, pulling yourself free from Mammon’s warm embrace and subsequently waking him up as well. Before you could even jump out of bed, you stared in horror at what lay around you. 

Every single surface of Mammon’s room was covered in mountains of chicken nuggets.

Lucifer scolded you and Mammon for 4 straight hours. It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying, sleepiness threatening to pull you down, but you eventually picked up what had happened last night.

In your crying drunken stupor, Mammon had sworn to do anything he could to get you to stop crying. Which, in this case, meant buying every single chicken nugget in the entirety of the Devildom. Every restaurant, bar, and grocery store was officially sold out of chicken nuggets.

((You did end up paying Mammon back, this poor sweet dumb ass just wanted to see you smile again. And no worries about wasting food, Beel helped in significantly reducing the chicken nugget surplus in the house.))

Levi

You. Are. Trashed. 

So. Is. Levi.

In your defense, it doesn’t take much to get Levi wasted; you could down more liquor than he could and that’s just on not being a coward (jk jk jk I don’t support alcoholism). You had gone to his room around 6pm to have an anime marathon, but halfway through he suggested a drinking game his guild friends had recommended (he wanted to confess to you, but decided he needed to get drunk first, this poor shy baby). You agreed and Levi brought out the alcohol he had hidden in his room, even pulling out bottles that he knew would affect you since Demonus had no effect.

Well, you probably should have checked the list of recommended animes to play this game to, because, in order to play by the standard rules, you were sipping on your drinks every couple of minutes. It didn’t take either of you long to get blitzed, so you decided to stop playing and switched to another anime, but still sipping on your drinks at your own discretion.

It was 3 AM when Mammon barged in, yelling “OI OI what’s with the racket!? How is anyone supposed to sleep like this!?” In truth, he knew you were with his brother and was starting to get jealous with how long you were together, alone. When he saw how wasted you were, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, “Okay, this sleepover is OVER, you’re going back to your room MC.” You whined, but were really in no position to protest and Levi only laughed at how ridiculous you looked with your hair in your face like that. You wanted to say goodbye to Levi, and thank him for a fun night, but for whatever reason, you decided the proper response was to sing “YOU’LL NEVER SEE ME AGAAAIIINNNNNN” as you swayed with Mammon’s receding steps.

Nope.

Wrong words sweetheart.

In his drunken state, Levi was convinced that you were dead serious, he would never see you again.

 “NO! MC!” He wailed, latching on to your dangling arms while wrapping his legs around Mammon’s to stop him.

“Levi what the -” Mammon grunted as he toppled over, just barely quick enough to move you out of the way. Mammon may be the stronger brother, but despite his best efforts, he couldn’t pry his crying brother off of you. He huffed before throwing BOTH of you over a shoulder, Levi still holding onto your arm. Mammon took you both to his room, leaving to put sports drinks in the fridge before coming back and ultimately deciding to sleep on his couch.

((You woke up in the morning to a high pitched scream. Glancing over, Levi was so red you were scared he developed a fever for a second. 

“MC! What are you- what did we-?” Levi stammered, too scared to look under the blanket that covered you both. He was knocked back onto the bed by a pillow to the head with Mammon sleepily murmuring “In your dreams you weak ass otaku”))

((Masterlist))

[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

Stumbling Over Your Own Two Feet

request: hey angel! since your writing for cedric diggory too, i was wondering if you could make a headcanon/drabble about cedric dating the reader who has muggle parents? and maybe some stuff about him visiting the readers home and seeing all the muggle stuff? also maybe a part where she shows him her phone LMFAO bc idk if the wizards have phones or not x just tons of fluff and cedric being confused by memes, tik tok or vine references xxx

warnings: none

note: gender neutral!reader,,,, i havent written for cedric in a long time so i hope yall enjoy this but omg this is so fricken bad i am so so sorry i-

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You were smitten the first time you saw Cedric Diggory. He was not only unbelievably handsome but kind, funny, and just an overall wonderful human being. At first, the two of you rarely talked, only having a few classes together. But as years passed, you both became partners in most of your classes and began to realize how much you had in common.

Until you started to realize that not every wizard has been introduced to a muggle. Well, at least you thought you were muggle - you apparently had some sort of magic blood within you, letting you attend Hogwarts.

You were beyond shocked when you received a letter from Hogwarts stating that you were a wizard - weren’t those made up, like that one series of books into movies? What was it called, Harley Porter?

Anyways!

It was extremely difficult being a muggleborn in a school mostly filled with students who had at least one parent that knew of magic. However, one person that stayed consistent through those years with you was Cedric. He was quiet in his first few years, but slowly came out of his shell and showed you how to be a wizard to your full potential. He also proved to be an amazing friend, sticking up for you whenever other wizards would question your ability to even be a wizard with your muggle status. He seemed to know how to handle every situation thrown at him, and that was something you envied about him - but loved him nonetheless. 

So to see Cedric very confused over such minuscule items in your house was a wee bit surprising. You thought wizards would know everything about muggles, considering they were like little pet rats and most wizards loved analyzing them. Apparently, that wasn’t the case.

Cedric had decided to come over to your house during Christmas break, saying he missed your mom’s homemade meals and your dad's jokes that made him laugh till he cried - but you knew he just wanted to spend time with you. He had met your parents once before, but that was outside of the muggle environment. So now, coming into your home for the first time, he didn’t know what certain things were and was taken aback by some items.

Entering your house, your tiny laundry room was the first room that the house enclosed, attached to the kitchen. Cedric pointed at your washer and dryer, stacked atop of each other, “what are those things, darling?”

You raised an eyebrow, “a washer and dryer. We use them to wash and dry our clothes.”

Cedric furrowed his eyebrows, “why not use the scouring charm?”

With a laugh, you took Cedric by the arm and led him through the kitchen, “it feels better to sort our clothes and have them go through the process of being cleaned. Although, I sometimes use the charm when I’m feeling lazy.”

Your boyfriend chuckled and nodded along, but stopped once he saw the toaster in your kitchen, “okay, darling, I understand the washer and dryer, but what in Merlin’s beard is that?”

Looking at where Cedric was pointing at, you squeezed his hand, “a toaster, love. We put bread within those little slots and by pushing the level down, the heaters inside toast the bread.”

He looked dumbfounded, “you muggles astound me. You don’t just make lightning bread?”

Now you looked confused, “lightning. . .bread?”

Cedric looked you in the eyes before snorting, “how about that tour?”

Rolling your eyes but silently adoring his little snort, you pulled your boyfriend through the dining room to the upstairs and into your room, before closing the door, setting one of his bags on the floor. Plopping on your bed, you pulled out your phone, deciding to go onto Snapchat and send pictures to a few of your friends.

Your boyfriend walked around your room, glancing at the little trinkets you had. One thing that caught his eye, though, was a picture with you and some of your friends from your hometown. Picking up the photo, he noticed you were mid laugh, along with your friends, but the picture wasn’t moving.

“Sweetheart,” Cedric started, watching as your face lit up from the flash on Snapchat, looking over at him, “how come this photo isn’t moving?”

You smiled, “those are my friends, my muggle friends. Obviously, they can’t be exposedto magic so I can’t take any moving pictures with them.”

You seemed a little hurt at the end, but understood that it’d be dangerous to even expose your muggle friends to a moving picture.

Giving you a tight smile, Cedric jogged over to your bed and laid next to you, resting his head on your chest as you played with the filters on Snapchat, laughing at Cedric’s facial expressions he made.

“That’s your phone, right?” your boyfriend asked, still looking surprised as to how so much light and information could fit onto one screen.

You kissed his head, “yes, love, and actually. . .I just downloaded this new app called ‘TikTok’ and I’ve been scrolling through it - the people on here are absolutely hilarious. I even learned a new dance!”

You pushed yourself up, looking around for your phone charger that seemingly disappeared.

Cedric leaned back, propping himself up on an elbow, “a new dance, you say? Show me those moves, beautiful.”

You blushed, “I didn’t say I was good, Ced.”

Pausing your search, you wrapped yourself up in one of Cedric’s Quidditch sweaters that you definitely took with his permission, tossing your shirt into your hamper, leaving you in shorts and his sweater. Then, you leaned over the edge of your bed once more, trying to see if your charger was caught between the wall.

Cedric smirked, leaning over to grab your ankle, jokingly trying to pull you towards him as you leaned over the bed, trying to reach the charger, “c’mon darling, show me some of those moves you learned on. . .TikTok.” He chuckled to himself, wondering how muggles came up with those names.

You yelped when his hand met your ankle, blushing profusely as his fingers played with your calf, “Cedric Diggory!” With a sigh, you tossed a glance to him as you hopped off the bed, “promise you won’t laugh?”

He looked you over as he supported his head against the many pillows and stuffed animals you had on your bed, ruffling his hair, “no promises. . .go ahead, sweetheart.”

From that night on, Cedric learned the multitude of TikTok dances that took over the world, ranging from the Renegade (he grew frustrated at how quickly Charli picked it up but he couldn’t) to the Chika dance.

All the two of you did was laugh, stumbling over your own two feet as you struggled to learn the dances. However, at the end of the night, Cedric kissed you, telling you that while being TikTok famous would be cool, just being with you was a hundred times better.

[thesleepy1]

Spearmint Tea With A Teaspoon Of Milk And A Dash Of Honey

Tik Tok Writing Prompt

A/N: I saw this prompt on Tik Tok and have been thinking about it none stop for the past three days. I just had to write it. It may make no sense, but that's fine. I enjoyed the writing process for once. Completely unbeta'd because I'm lazy and this was written in a hurry before it left my mind. If you see any mistakes please let me know.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdVg7jBL/

Pairings: No pairings

Summary: “You have been an immortal for a couple of centuries now. Today, you’re enjoying a drink at a nearby cafe, when someone approaches you and says, “Hey, remember me? Peru, 1821?”

Word count: 2,578

Warnings: mature, suggestive themes, wump, angst, derealizion, mentions of depression, more warnings to be added,

You have been an immortal for a couple of centuries now; if not more. After a certain set of rotations around the sun, you hardly bothered to keep track of exactly how many times you’ve been around the block. You were something of a myth, a feared, terrified, creature of torn legend, a monster that stole little weaning babes from their mother’s arms and spun silver out of corn! A beast that ate beating livers from stray canines, ordered temples to be built out of bones, a ghastly creation by a bored god with too much time on his irreligious hands. Frightful!

All this hearsay and word of the street, were tall and monstrous tales that were overrated in your educated opinion, when simply you required very little to be content with the ways and whims of the vast, wanton world. No new born lamb’s blood or poor, ill timed virgins sacrifices were necessary in your, for lack of a better word, creation. You were merely one breathing thing and then the next; though you’ve fallen out of the habit of remembering to breathe after a while. There was no shedding of skin, sweat producing prayer, or historically inaccurate rain dance that resembled the pirouettes of toeless ballerinas involved. You just were, and quite frankly, isn’t that enough? Existence is never enough is it, though? You just had to think, and speak, and do much more than simply exist; because no one can be happy with the mere existence of another; there just had to be more to it, had to be.

You still vaguely recall the moment where you realized that you were no longer tied down to the laws of the cycle of the unnatural thing called life; a thing like a dream someone else had and merely inflicted you with the useless knowledge. Still having no need for surplus of red blood cells or hastily made offerings of sweets to the traumatized gods; you recalled the transition and the fact that it was a boring process, with no set of rules, or instructions, or any way for you to fully understand exactly what happened. From one form of existence to a new one, like a crawling larvae to a flying insect with big beady eyes and a habit of crashing into windows.

You were in a battle field one moment fighting tooth and nail with a long sword, or a bow and arrow, or a scythe from your own garden, or a hatchet from your home; and the next, you watched your substantially short life flash before your eyes; when ebbingly, you realized that your wounds had closed up and the battle had unbeknown to you, ended. Something over nineteen years after your self assumed death, that is. Your body; with its two legs, two arms, two ears, and two perfectly functioning eyes; as long as it wasn’t pollen season, were still by fair means or foul, in tack. Much to your dismay, for you still felt cursed plague such as irritation, displeasurement, the action of rolling your eyes as an emotion, annoyance, exasperation, and worst of all a hankering for spearmint tea with a teaspoon of milk and a dash of honey. Unfortunately, only one of which was curable.

And while you contained a great many vapid opinions of the flutterings of wingless avians; one of their creations you could never develop a disdain for, for they were simply far too grand, great, and good, were cafes. Magnificent things created by an italian man, a french man, a german man, an Englishman, or a combination of the four, you hardly cared; were the very reason you still wished to see the light of day. Candidly, the comfort that came with cafes; roasting coffee beans with such sharp and acidic aromas, the tinkering of ceramic mugs with adorable little glazes, scrumptious sweeties and colorful pasties that settled against your mind like ringing gunshots to war torn innocent unimpeachables. Cafes were just delightful, there were no two ways about it; an unassailable fact.

That was why, today; sunny, cloudless, and boundless today with skies as blue as incest mutated eyes, you were enjoying a nostalgic drink at a nearby cafe. The coffee house was a mix between modern and vintage, though for a creature such as yourself, you could hardly tell the difference. Their teas and coffees, and assortment of beverages were made in the classic fashion from even as far back as your day, and that was saying something. The walls were painted with a deep maroon, a shade of fine wine on a brick of vinegar; except one, which was left a bare, textured concrete with growing vines and dangling fairy lights the color of loose leaf chamomile offering a soothing dim lighting. The tables and chairs and any sort of decor hung up on the ways were mismatched, not one thing belonging to another; not one round mahogany table with spanish carved to the legs matched with any neon cushioned seats that looked like something from a feverish dream. Four paned windows were like eyes towards the street front, small enough to see outside but with an air of privacy from the delicate handmade lace curtains that were tied up with a sash of the same design. You could see the wayward world beyond the door from the faux safety of your table; couples biking with helmets strapped on too tightly, dog walkers with malnourished dogs, and a quartet of friends that were so obviously in love with one another.

Their love for each other was so clear, the baristas behind the repurposed bar counter were making bets on who would be the first to cave and spill out their love like guts from a deep heat, blistering sword wound. The barista with dyed gray cornrows and nose piercings betted ten pounds on the tallest of the quartet, who couldn’t stop playing with something in his pocket; a nervous reaction to being around the people of his affections if you had to guess. The barista with the rigid scars falling like uncrossed tallies down her arms betted twenty pounds on the shortest of the quartet who seemed to be the glue holding the quartet together in the first place. You personally betted on the fellow trailing the group from behind, a brother of one of the quartet members; from the shared features, and an ex lover of another if you had to predict from the way he walked and looked at them with an unhealthy yearning. He was going to pull them apart and in return be left with nothing as they rebuilt what he had destroyed. You had an intuition for these sorts of things, the passing lives of strangers and what they decided to do with themselves with their limited time. It was game to you, their lives seemed to end in days like a good book that you can’t set down; and like a book, you could flip it close at any given time with a flick of your wrist.

Your attention was drawn back to the present by the sound of the cafe bell that rang out through the small room with high ceilings, the simple pulley system alerting the baristas and yourself of a new occupant. Your hand instinctively wrapped around your cup of spearmint tea with a teaspoon of milk and a dash of honey protectively. The heated ceramic warmed your otherwise cold skin, your whole body was icy to the touch; you had no need for impractical things like a respiratory system or body heat; they were merely things you did when you remembered to, a delayed afterthought.

Like socialization for one, speaking to others was not your cup of tea; quick compliments and orders were one thing, however holding conversations were another. You sat alone at your seat, a red velvet cushioned sofa pulled up against a square oak table. Not once have you attempted to make conversation or even make eye contact with any of your fellow cafe goers; when you know for a fact that you would have gotten along swimmingly, only you’re too afraid of starting anything that’s doomed to end. The immortal existence was a long one and it tended to feel more drawn out when you had no one to spend it with.

Too deep in thoughts; the depressing thing the living chose to lose themselves in; a subject that you have yet to be rid of, you didn’t notice when someone approached your table. Whoever stood in front of you stared at you for a moment as if to make sure you were real, something you had to do for yourself every now and again, before saying in an astonished tone full of life, “Hey, you look familiar. I’ve seen you somewhere, haven’t I?” You looked up to meet their eyes; taking note of a face that could blend in during any time period, during any moment; a dime a dozen, a face that could be recognized for hundreds of others. “Remember me? Peru, 1821?”

You were hard of memory despite the centuries of existence in your pocket; unable to ever recall important dates and places, or those deemed important by those who still pondered what after truly meant. No wars that had cost thousands if not millions of lives lingered in your narrow mind, no treaties that had never been written in the blood of the man holding the pen; no discoveries stolen from their true inventors and instead repurposed and rebranded. Naught of which mattered; were paramount enough to be stored in the file cabinets so old, they perhaps predated the university of oxford. Those with an expiration date, nitpicked which dates and places were worth keeping record of; which war really mattered to one side, but not the other, and most definitely not the third party who lost the most in terms of wealth during the whole skirmish. Which treaties were worth putting up an act of righteousness and which were lit to ashes the moment the feather left the parchment. Which discoveries to credit the inventor, or the distributor, or the man with the large enough pockets with lots of loyal friends with not quite, but still ever so deep pockets. You cared little for the whims of those who philosophized and wrote the inaccurate, hyperbolized tales of the lawless, anarchic children with graying hair, wrinkled skin, and groaning bones.

Instead, your quite narrow, yet wrinkled mind remembered the seemingly dull things in life that only an immortal and tired soul would recall. You remembered the estonian woman with thick curly hair who flustered when you commented on how her fetching silk blouse brought out the brown in her eyes, as if you had just seen her on your way here. You remembered the blazing, aged guinean sailor with hair as red as sedimentary clay layered with crimson and bone marrow, who tricked you out of the very last shining coin in your pocket that you had saved to return to the mainland; as if you had just spoken to him the week before last. You remembered the french street performers who gave you the most complexing, suspicious looks when you loitered as they tuned their instruments, your hands clapping and tossing coins into their open cases before they had even the chance to play their trip the light fantastic ditty; as if you had spotted them as you left your home for the day; perhaps because you had just spotted the cellist, violinist, and fiddler some hours prior.

But you just can’t seem to recall ever seeing the face in front of you besides that of the paintings reusing the same model over and over again. This person was familiar, that you knew for sure, but you couldn’t recall exactly where. 1821? Peru? You had gone to Peru before, you thought, you must’ve been everyone on the pandering planet at least once by now; statistically speaking. You existed during 1821, though you don’t recall much from the time besides some man being crowned king of some small islands, some paintings being painted, some lives being born, and some lives taking their last breath. Things that could have happened anywhere else in the woebegone world, during any time that your breathing counterparts inhaled and exhaled; a simple date and simple country rang no bells.

This person that approached you, must have known you, having recognized you and walked up to you free of will. Yet, as you stared at them, pondering how they must’ve known you after all these years, decades, and centuries without a mere mention of another immortal roaming the weak world; here you were, with another person just like you. It was astonishing, made your non beating heart skip a beat and stop again; because you’ve been so out of practice. It was almost unbelievable; a person with a limited mind would have fallen heart first into the claims and thought of them as gospel. You were not as blessed with the same ignorance that came as second nature to the rest of the parasitic population, because you recalled your trips to Peru; suddenly remembering just what you got yourself into in the year of 1821; you would have memorized a face like dozens of others; the similarities causing the sameness to be abstract. You would not have forgotten a face like that, a voice of naïve wonderment like the one you just heard. Immortality was not just something that was thrown like a swear, caught like a flu; there was no rhyme or reason to it. You would know; in the almost eight billion people in the wide, withering world you have not met another like you, and for this day, today; radiated, and diaphanous day with skies as blue as hypothermia stricken bodies; you were alone and had yet, still yet, to be proven otherwise.

You solemnly shook your head, having gotten your hopes up so far beyond the atmosphere; falling back down was misery like the first moment immortality had dawned upon you. This person must’ve mistaken you for someone else; a picture book with pages too bright to warrant your attention, a history book that pictured a person that shared your features or that of your long gone siblings who must have children because they were the type to yearn, and hope, dream, and live their lives instead of solely subsist; anyone but you. For you were alone on this endless path, just like how your life was now boundless, and had been for a while longer than you can remember. You cleared your throat, your voice unfortunately grating from years of hardly any use; hoping to make the interaction quick and to the point; something that was truthful and that would cut this painful conversation short so you could return to your envy filled hobby of assuming other individual’s lives because they had indisputable ends while you repeated in this endless pastime.

The person who claimed to share a curse with you, had a voice that rang out like a fencing rapier, cutting through the air with such precision that it hurt without even slashing against you; could stab you with words instead of metal, “I’ve seen you somewhere, haven’t I? Remember me? Peru, 1821?” And like a fencer running on the necessity for revenge for someone that wasn’t himself, you answered,

“No, I do gay porn.”

[mythgirlimagines]

ANON-CORRECT QUOTES

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(During the Kibo-Con chaperone orientation…)

Principal: Anon Nerd. I’d like to introduce you to…

Principal: (points to Myth leaning on the wall) Myth Anon, the Former Ultimate Romantic.

Nerd: (with disdain) Listen up, Myth! I hope you’re good, because I’m NOT going to carry you!

Myth: (wags her finger) Mm, mm, mm! No one has carried me since my mama!

Source: The Pokémon Anime

Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vkEhgdbXz_g)

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Eldritch: (entering the common room, to everybody) Hi! You guys are t-terrifying!

Dream: (lets out a thousand watt smile)

Eldritch: (to Dream) You less so!

Wet Sock/Egg: (spouting their usual cursed nonsense)

Eldritch: (hiding behind Dream) Y-Y-You the m-m-most!

Source: Tik Tok

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(The Brain Cells (minus Nerd) in a haunted house…)

Purple: (trembling) C-Can anyone perceive the stentorian tumult of treading feet?

Scar: (praying) Deliver us from evil! Deliver us from evil! 

Fusion: (also praying, but hungry) Deliver us some pizzas! Deliver us some pizzas!

Source: Persona Q

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(After cat ears became a new trend in the Kibo-Con…)

Iris: (puts cat ears onto Curious) 

Janon: (shocked, internally) Curi is wearing cat ears…Is this heaven?! Are they a god?!

Curious: (turning to Janon) So, do they suit me?

Janon: (flustered) Y-Yeah…I-I mean….N-No…

Janon: (internally) What should I do? Curi is testing me, I’m sure of it!

Iris: (giving a thumbs up) Hehehe! You look great, Curi! Do a “Nya!”.

Janon: (betrayed) Riri!

Curious: (complete with the cat pose) Nya?

Janon: (flustered, with steam shooting out of his hoodie’s ears) C-C-C-C-CURIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

Curious: (on loop in Janon’s head) Nya? Nya? Nya?

Janon: (passed out with steam coming out of his mouth and ears)

Iris: (sighing) Hoo, boy! Bunny Bro short-circuited again.

Source: Kakegurui Picture Drama

Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C4lzlOX1NQ)

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Fusion II: (to Fusion) I’m telling you, Dad! I’m a thug! A rebellious child!

Fusion II: (accidentally putting on her aviators upside-down, and popping her collar) My life be like “ooh-ah”!

Fusion II: (walking backwards, but banging her hand on the doorframe) OW!

Source: Vine

Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnmvTv6TG0I)

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Sparkle: (drinking with Wyre) DESPITE MYTH’S ACADEMIC PROWESS, SHE HAS A TENDENCY TO JUST BE A STRAIGHT-UP AIRHEAD!

Wyre: (choking on their drink)

Sparkle: (frantically patting Wyre’s back) ARE YOU OKAY, WYRE?!

Wyre: (barely holding back laughter) Sorry, sorry! I just never thought I’d hear you use “Myth” and “straight” in the same sentence!

Source: Tumblr

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Hello, kiddos! I’ve finished this week’s quota of quotes! It took me some time, but I think I did a great job! Let me know what you think of them!  In the mean time, have fun and stay safe!

- Fusion Anon

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gbjsfgh with the first one the only thing I can think of is the post that has that and then is like “then they continued to be the worst at their jobs” and either way? accurate for me XD the last one is too true bhdskfbe

[marvelouspeterparker]

unpopular opinion: i miss old TikTok before Charli and Addison blew up (no hate to them whatsoever)

ooh tea, i feel like this happens a lot (by a lot only twice sjdkfgh w tik tok and vine) but whenever some creators start getting millions of followers, become verified and then eventually like become a part of a group/house (i remember viners started living in the same like apartment complex at one point), it doesn’t feel as fun anymore because the app isn’t mainly used for entertainment anymore, it’s used as a tool to exploit for money/get famous. but i mean i still like tik tok lmao but u can see the difference between when it was just for fun in like the summer and now. there’s a different vibe. 

[punk-tozier]

Social Media famous Eddie and Bill au (part 1)

(Reddie/Stenbrough)

Part 2 Part 3

- okay so, if Tik Tok/Vine was around in the 80s you all know for a fact the losers would be all over that shit

- Richie LOVES making stupid videos of him yelling random shit, doing stupid stuff and pranking the others

- and Bev join in with Richie 90% of the time with the stupid videos

- they don’t get many views though, they have maybe 12 loyal followers

- but Eddie and Bill are the real famous ones

- Bill loves to make horror themed videos, like the ones you see with fake blood and spooky edits

- He also loves to tell horror stories/write short horror films

- Every week he does a story time where he tells a creepy story

- it’s either something he and the losers have witnessed or just something he made up

- the losers also star in his films, they’re all semi decent actors

- except Richie, he’s not allowed to be in them anymore because he can’t take himself seriously

- Stan thinks it’s stupid but loves his director boyfriend too much to say no

- All of Bill’s fans love Stan and quote the shit he says often

- on more than one occasion on Bill’s live shows the viewers get to overheard the best conversations between the losers

- this is because Bill likes to stream whenever they’re all at the club house because it produces the best content

- ‘Stanley why the fuck have you labelled everything in here’

- ‘I had a meltdown last week and that’s how it is now’

- Which was the first of many quotes Bill’s fans have stolen

- others include

- ‘Shut the fuck up before I end everyone in this room and then myself’

- and

- ‘Im friends with the biggest idiots in the world, HOW AM I NOT DEAD YET’

- let’s just say Stans a favourite in the Bill Denbrough community

- The viewers also have a conspiracy that Stan and Bill are dating, they are but they find it hilarious to see people argue about it

- ‘L-Look, someone in the chat said I’m obviously dating Eddie because of how much we make videos together

- ‘HAHAHA really? okay, tell Richie that’

- ‘Everyone now wants to know who R-richie is, look what you’ve done Stanley’

- Eddie has more fans than Bill so that comment obviously caused an uproar

- Eddie makes cute soft videos like outfit videos (he’s a Pastel queen) and aesthetic videos

- he also tells funny stories of the losers often

- ‘So today I was convinced to jump of a cliff’

- ‘Heres the story of how I got stuck in a hammock for 5 hours’

- ‘Today I want to tell you guys about the time Bill got stuck in a mirror maze’

- however most of his followers are just there too adore how cute he is

- Richie likes to also post comments about how adorable he is because he loves his cute as fuck boyfriend too much

- ‘Wow you are the cutest human ever’

- once in one of his aesthetic videos he had a short clip of him holding hands with Richie but the video just showed their hands

- This caused 50% of his fans to get jealous and the other 50% get super excited

- Richie also commented on that video

- ‘your boyfriend is so lucky’

- Eventually the amount of comments asking who Richie is got annoying so he posted a photo of them both

- the photo was one that Bev took of them holding hands but the shot was from behind so people still didn’t know exactly what Richie looks like

- this was 100% because Richie is insecure and doesn’t want to get bullied by jealous fans

- the photo got a lot of comments

- mainly people commenting about their height difference as Richie is 6’1 and Eddie is 5’6

- Bill also commented saying ‘omg I wonder who that could be lol’

- Which was a mistake on Bill’s part as he also began getting comments asking what eddies boyfriend looks like

- It got annoying fast so eventually Eddie managed to convince Richie to be in a video

- The video was basically a compilation of stupid shit Richie has done

- the video included but wasn’t limited too

- Richie falling out of the hammock at the club house

- The time he forgot his glasses and walked into a lamp post

- Him shouting ‘SUP FUCKERS’ whilst jumping down the stairs at the club house and immediately falling over

- Richie yelling ‘aaaaa’ whilst running to Eddie and hugging him with Eddie saying ‘I haven’t seen you for ONE day it’s not that dramatic’

- Eddies fans went from obsessing over him to obsessing over his boyfriend in a matter of hours

- Eddie likes to live stream in his bedroom and often does live Q&As

- the questions are usually about the losers because many of his and Bill’s fans are in love with the group as a whole but only get to watch them through Bill and Eddie

- so the questions are things like

- ‘What is Beverly’s social media’

- ‘Are Stan and Bill dating’

- ‘Is Mike a vegan’

- He often gets asked about Richie as well who is usually doing something stupid in Eddie’s room or sleeping

- ‘Richie someone asked you why you stuck duck tape to your arm last week’

- cue the camera panning to Richie standing on Eddie’s desk chair and trying to spin

- ‘It was funny and now my arm is SMOOTH AS FUCK’

- ‘HEY someone asked you how you get your hair so fluffy’

- this time the camera pans to Richie sleeping with his head on Eddie’s chest

- ‘??..blow dryer?’

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[thenightlymartini]

Headcannon #50

I always love asks! No need to apologize!

Kimchiburger: These two are dog lovers to the extreme. Like they usually have no less than 3 or 4 dogs at a time, and they love it. Big dogs, small dogs, don’t matter, all dogs are good dogs to them. They even accidentally had a litter of puppies from time to time.

There’s usually always a Jindo and Golden Retriever in the mix.

They go on hikes with all the dogs and love to take them on car trips, even if just going down to the store to grab milk. When it was at just one dog, they would allow the dog to sleep with them. Now with so many of them they make sure they sleep in their own beds.

They would so be the couple that has a Youtube Channel, Instagram, Twitter, and a Facebook page just for the dogs and the random hi-jinks that occur.

Rusnk: These two would keep to only one dog and one cat, mostly because NK and Russia’s schedules would only permit for one or two pets.

They would have gotten the dog from a shelter; a sweet, timid, female mutt that Russia picked out because she reminded him of Laika, the Russian dog that went to space back in 1957. She became a companion dog and very good at emotional support for the both of them, often helping them calm down out of PTSD moments or night terrors.

The cat was a tiny little tortoiseshell cat that really came around by chance. They found her during a rough winter where she had had kittens under their front stairs. NK got really attached to the mother, and she was pretty attached to him, too, often treating him like a kitten and followed him around. They took them in and managed to find a home for all except the mother, and decided they should keep her. They called her Bo-Mi, which means pretty and beautiful.

Commieburger: Oh god, these two tend to have an assortment of pets, though most have to stay with America since they can’t really live together and traveling with pets isn’t the easiest.

They have one dog, one cat, and one rabbit.

The dog is a white Jindo from North Korea’s place named Hae-Joo, a combination of Hae, meaning ocean, and Joo meaning jewel. He’s super well mannered and a very stoic kind of dog. Loves fetch and is every bit a guard dog. Loves when America cooks on the grill, because he always gets a piece of the meat that’s being cooked.

The cat is a tiny tabby named Minty who is the most neurotic, hyper cat that either of have seen. She sometimes is pretty smart, but she has a lot of dumb moments that look like she stopped thinking for a moment. She will attack rugs and get stuck in them like a burrito. She gets stuck under blankets that she just crawled under. She’ll run full speed from one end of the house to the other and manage to hit everything on her way, including walls. They took her in when she was the last of the neighbor’s litter, the runt on top of that, and needed a home. She looked so cute and innocent that they couldn’t say no.

The rabbit is named Cujo because that thing is a BEAST. He’s a ginormous, brown rabbit that will beat up anyone and anything if it does not give him respect. Big Jindo thinks he can smack him with a paw? NOPE! Cat thinks it can take over his bed? NOPE! He even managed to kick America in the face and send his glasses across the room. He won’t do shit to NK, though. He tends to snuggle up to him and sit in his lap when the other is reading a book. They ended up with him really on accident because some guy left the rabbit in a cage on the side of the road near their house. America felt bad and wanted to keep it while NK was partially confused why people would keep a rabbit as a pet when some places will eat them.

In a human universe, America would not hesitate to have an assortment of social media accounts highlighting the weirdness of these pets. Cujo alone managed to gain him 5,000 followers on Instagram, Tik Tok, and Vine just with the funny videos. NK would just accept the fact that he more or less lives in a zoo and is more than likely the zoo keeper.

[littlemisssquiggles]

I just realized, in the movie, "Return to Oz", Dorothy gets separated from Princess Ozma in the beginning of the movie and the Knome King, a tyrant, kidnaps the Scarecrow. Which is pretty similar to getting separated from Oscar and Qrow getting arrested. This could also mean Ruby thinks Oscar is dead but then aids the team against Mombi aka Cinder

For real. Y'know as you brought up “Return to Oz”, it makes me wonder if we’ll get any more Oz-inspired characters for next season.

Like for example, this squiggle meister is still hoping for a Jack Pumpkinhead inspired RWBY Character. I even started toying around with the thought of what if…apart from Oz, Oscar is somehow joined by Jack Pumpkinhead who helps him on his journey back to Atlas?

Basically I have this new Pinehead headcanon where Oscar meets a RWBY versions of “Return to Oz” characters—Jack Pumpkinhead (and byextension Sawhorse), Tik Tok and even Bilinda the Talking Hen who become his companions for V8 while he’s separated from his main team.

Okay, hear me out with this: If I recall correctly, Jack Pumpkinhead had his own house in Oz, correct?

According to research, Jack Pumpkinhead’s house was hollowed out pumpkin located in the Gilikin Country near the Tin Woodman’s castle and a day’s journey from the Emerald City. Based on a description from the Oz Fandom Wiki page, Jack’s house rested in the centre of a vast pumpkin field where vines grew in profusion and bore pumpkins of varying sizes along with other vegetables that Jack grew in his garden.

With this in mind, if the CRWBY Writers wished to incorporate elements of “Return to Oz” into Oscar’s story, this could potentially be a neat way they could also introduce characters such as Jack Pumpkinhead. As of the end of V7, Oscar is on his own far, far away somewhere off in Solitas or far Mantle that is right below Atlas Kingdom.

Imagine if…after wandering through the cold of Solitas (especially in his current state), Oscar suddenly collapses from exhaustion in the snow where he is ultimately discovered by a Jack Pumpkinhead inspired RWBY Character.

Jack Pumpkinhead takes Oscar back to his little home that was located right below Atlas—a.k.a the Castle of the Tin Man meaning Ironwood. At his house, Jack Pumpkinhead nurses Oscar back to health, providing him with a nice hot meal prepared with some of the vegetables he had successfully managed to harvest in spite of the cold climate. He even took the liberty of washing Oscar’s clothes for him and/or providing him with new attire better acclimatized for the Solitas weather. Remember, apart from visiting Pietro’s workshop and fighting off the Saybers in downtown Mantle, Oscar hasn’t experienced being out in Solitas unlike his peers. Remember Ruby’s comment about it being “freezing” out in Solitas near the mines? Remember Weiss’ comment that without aura and proper heating, the cold of Solitas can kill you in a matter of minutes.

Remember Blake’s comment about not feeling so bad about leaving Oscar behind so he doesn’t have to experience how cold it really was out there in the tundra.

Remember where Oscar is right now as of the end of V7? Out in the cold of Solitas, near the mines! I’m just saying—it would be really cool if Oscar got a little wardrobe upgrade for V8. He doesn’t necessarily have to change his whole outfit. But he could get a nice red scarf for the cold and y’know hiding his identity too since he’s supposed to be a dead man. Juuuuust saying…

Unlike my previous musings of a RWBY-inspired Pumpkinhead character, thi s version is a human but his personality and mannerisms still comply with his Ozcounterpart. If I had to picture a human version of Jack Pumpkinhead—I’dimagine him being an exceedingly tall Mantlese youth, no older than nineteenyears old  physically but possessing the naivety of a kid younger than Oscar.

I like the idea of this Jack character taking an instant shine to Oscar, treating him as a little brother almost; nicknaming him “Princey” in reference to his attire.

Basically the idea I have is that Jack Pumpkinhead would join Oscar Pine (Princess Ozma/Tip/The Little Prince) in his return to Atlas by transporting him on the back of his mighty steed—a motorcycle with a sidecar that Jack lovingly christened Sawhorse (based of the Oz character of the same name who was Jack’s form of transport).

Seriously if the CRWBY wished to introduce a Jack Pumpkinhead character into the series for Oscar’s side of things, now would be an appropriate time to do it. Just picture it: Oscar on the back of Sawhorse being driven by Jack Pumpkinhead back to Atlas. I would honestly lose my shit if something like that happened for V8.

Not to mention that I also have this neat way the show could bring Klein Sieban back into the story. Since Klein was unjustly fired from Schnee Manor by Jacques, according to Whitley, this got me thinking.

What if…and this is a huge IF, Oscar meets Klein down in Far Solitas as well and just like Jack Pumpkinhead, Klein ends up accompanying Oscar as a companion on his journey and basically acts as his version of Tik Tok.

I’m just saying. In terms of build, Klein is the perfect candidate for a Tik Tok inspired RWBY Character especially since RWBY Characters can have multiple inspirations.

I really dig the idea of Klein playing a double role as the embodiment of the Seven Dwarves in Weiss’ Snow White Story in addition to TikTok in Oscar’s Little Prince/ Return to Oz story. It’s perfect!

Not to mention that I just would love to see Oscar meet Klein and go on adventure with him. We never got to see Klein reunite with Weiss and meet any of her friends that he got fired trying to help her get back to. It would be nice if Klein is brought back into the series this way and part of his motive for joining Oscar on his journey and even helping him in the first place was after he discovered that he was an ally of his “little snowflake”.

As for Bilinda the Talking Hen. Well for RWBY, Bilinda the Talking Hen could be Bilinda the Talking Baby Chick—the pet chick of Jack Pumpkinhead who also an immediate liking to Oscar upon first meeting—probably because of his farm boy background since back on the farm, chicks loved Oscar for some reason.  

From what I know about Bilinda, her character was basically the Toto of “Return to Oz”. As we know, Zwei is RWBY’s version of Toto. So…why not have a version of Bilinda too? RWBY could use more legit animal characters. Zwei can’t be the only animal mascot of the series.

If Ruby can have Zwei, then let Oscar have Bilinda, dagnabbit!  Make Bilinda a cute little baby chick thatlikes to sit on top Oscar’s bed of fluffy hair.

Bonus if Oscar introduces Bilinda to Ruby and the prince’s rose becomes enamoured with his little feathered friend since remember, Ruby thinks feeding chickens is fun (according to the DC Comics).

But y’know, this is just me spouting ideas here as always. Take it or leave it.

Not saying we’ll get to see Return to Oz characters for V8. Nor am I saying Oscar will even have his own set of companions for his journey with Oz.

Still…it suuuuuuure would’ve GREAT to see Oscar riding through Solitas on the back of Sawhorse who is a badass-looking motorcycle in the RWBY-verse owned by Jack Pumkinhead who dutifully agrees to help the prince with his journey back to Atlas to reunite with his rose and their friends, alongside Klein Sieban and Bilinda the Baby Chick who is kind of Oscar’sversion of Zwei.

…I’m just saying…this could’ve been really, really, REALLY neat to see. But y’know. We’ll see what the CRWBY Writers actually have planned for Oscar for V8. Looking forward to it.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2020)

[d2kvirus]

Dickheads of the Month: November 2020

As it seems that there are people who say or do things that are remarkably dickheaded yet somehow people try to make excuses for them or pretend it never happened, here is a collection of some of the dickheaded actions we saw in the month of November 2020 to make sure that they are never forgotten.

Nobody was expecting Donald Trump to concede defeat gracefully, but bloody hell, between the completely batshit insane conspiracy theory bollocks from himself and the rancid Trump offspring to Rudy Giuliani making complete fools of themselves even before he had to give a press conference from the parking lot of a landscaping firm as nobody checked which Four Seasons it was, before threatening to outlaw Twitter because people made fun of his little table (yes, that sentence does make sense), nobody could have expected just how tempramental toddlers are now thinking it's a bit much

...although somehow the Tory government managed to have an even worse response, because not only did posting a boilerplate jpeg to congratulate Joe Biden for his victory the laziest response possible, but then it turned out that they only had a celebratory jpeg for a Trump victory and hastily edited it on Paint so that Biden’s name was on there, but did a cack-handed job of it even though a.) Common sense dictates you have one for each candidate ready in advance, and b.) Given they had several days to accept which way the wind was blowing, the fact they did the most cack-handed job says everything you need to know 

Smirking cretin Priti Patel has bullied Home Office staff and, having initially tried to bury the report, the best the Tory government could come up with to try and make this go away was claim that she was bullying her subordinates by accident while proven liar Boris Johnson claimed she had done nothing wrong, numerous members of the Tory government either said that as they hadn’t seen her bullying anyone she must be innocent or tried claiming she was “accused” of bullying instead of found guilty of bullying, and to top it all off we had Michael Gove’s wife Sarah Vine accused anyone calling Patel of being a bully racist while Alison Pearson said Patel can’t be a bully as she isn’t tall enough. Also, did I mention this came out during national Bullying Week?

...and just a thought for Jess Phillips after she decided to weigh in, considering it’s on record that you bullied Diane Abbott (and have gleefully said how you told her to “Fuck off” on various occasions) it's not a good idea for you to try and act as you’re above bullying as you will get called out for your hypocrisy

Murderer Amanda Knox thought it would be a really funny joke to suggest that, no matter what the election result, the next four years couldn’t be as bad as the four years she spent studying abroad.  You know, those four years where she murdered Meredith Kercher and got away with it

So it turns out that the moral compass of the Tory government says that it is fine for Dominic Cummings to be happy to sacrifice the elderly if it protects the economy during a pandemic while displaying that he doesn’t know how herd immunity works, purging 21 MPs from the party for not buying into his No Deal Britait Jonestown, siphoning hundreds of millions of pounds into the pockets of his mates in various dodgy contracts, or flagrantly violating the lockdown rules by driving several hundred miles to Durham (where he owns a house he doesn't pay council tax for) after testing positive for Covid - but as soon as he calls Carrie Symonds “Princess Nut Nuts” he’s out the door...for a staged photo op, even though he is remaining in his job until December, which is when he was going to leave anyway

...and we should mention Laura Kuenssberg bullishly stating that Cummings was going nowhere in the wake of Lee Cain being told he could leave when his contract is up in December but they want to make it look like he is being fired, but within twelve hours saying that Cummings would always be leaving in December as a blog post in January stated, which not only asks if anyone has checked the archived version of that blog in case any edits were made in mid-November, but also how she can justify her £290k a year salary if she can get a story that badly wrong that Cummings’ blog disagreed with her

There’s a reason why Lindsey Graham isn't popular in the Senate and it isn’t because he questions if Biden won the election, it's because he’s telling people to “misplace” the votes for Biden which they are counting so that Trump could claim that he won Georgia instead of losing Georgia, demanding a recount, then losing Georgia

Once again proven liar Boris Johnson demonstrated that lockdown rules apply to the little people but not to him or his inner circle, as he met with fellow Tory MP Lee Anderson in person rather than via Zoom as the lockdown rules state, didn't wear a mask as lockdown rules state, and clearly didn’t social distance as a picture of him with Anderson taken during the meetings shows they are not two metres apart as lockdown rules state, which means that he had to spend two weeks self-isolating as a direct result 

Has anyone told Keir Starmer that The Board of Deputies weren’t on the ballot for Labour leadership?  Because by his performative act of refusing to restore the party whip to Jeremy Corbyn after his performative suspension, which he did after the BoD stamped their feet and demanded the whip not be restored, he’s not doing a good job of demonstrating leadership

First of all it was news that Steve Bannon uses Twitter, as surely he should have flounced off for Parler years ago.  But secondly, the real news is how he used his Twitter account to call for Anthony Fauci to be beheaded - at which point he suddenly couldn’t use his Twitter account anymore

According to Iain Duncan Smith putting the UK into a second lockdown is “giving in to the scientific advisors” as if during a pandemic, which the last time I checked was a scientific matter, you should instead be listening to Julia Halfwit-Brewer, Dan Wootton, Alison Pearson or Isabel Oakeshott rather than people qualified to talk about what to do in the face of a global pandemic 

Nice Guy Rishi Sunak proposed a return of Eat Out To Help Out for Christmas.  You know, the thing which has been directly linked with causing a spike in Covid numbers in August?

Tory arrogance was neatly summed up by George Eustace casually saying that, if Lurpak didn’t want to incur the massive price hikes of Britain crashing out of the EU without a paddle, all they have to do is move their entire base of operations to the UK

The fact that Disney have been trying to justify their refusal to even issue royalty statements to Alan Dean Foster for his novelisations of the Star Wars and Alien franchises and have simply been pocketing the revenue made by the books continued sales by claiming they only purchased the license and not the liability, which is a particularly unique interpretation of copyright law

It was only a matter of time before The Daily Mail started trying to create dirt about Marcus Rashford because he has the sheer gall to say that feeding children is not a bad thing, which they did by reporting the horrors of him...buying a house for his mother

Twitter troll Ben Bradley had a stellar month, first by standing up in Commons and asking why there isn't a Minister for Women while also showing a terrifying inability to understand what equality is, and soon followed that up by quoting Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” speech by claiming that it was about equality - only for Bernice King to tell him that, no, her father’s speech was about eliminating racism from our society

I think that it's time for The Daily Express to admit that, when they're running articles saying that it’s Remainers who are to blame for Trump getting dumped onto the street, that maybe they have a problem

The Streisand Effect still hasn’t reached WWE judging by their continuing to double down on demanding their employees independent contractors stop earning money via third-party platforms manifested in their releasing Thea Trinidad from her contract in spite her Twitch account always being under her real name and not her WWE moniker of Zelina Vega

It was a coincidence that the Jewish Labour Movement decided to hold their annual conference on the Palestinian Day of Solidarity.  Of course it was...

This month it was Fin Taylor who demonstrated just how far from satire HIGNFY has strayed with his “Bomb Glastonbury and kill all Jeremy Corbyn supporters” joke in response to Joan Bakewell lying about Corbyn breaking the law - and, afterwards, Taylor was generally being a smug twat about it on his Twitter - which also serves to show how Tim Davie is fine with booking comedians whose acts have plenty of questionable content contained within it if it guarantees the Tories escape criticism

This month’s example of Steve Baker making himself a walking punchline with no self-awareness came from him howling that further lockdown measures would be a violation of terms set out by the European Convention on Human Rights - yes, the exact same convention that Baker has a.) Repeatedly accused of meddling with British affairs and is an example of the EU nanny state, and b.) Frowns upon things such as Steve Baker repeatedly voting against allowing child refugees to be reunited with their families

Nothing says “worker happiness” quite like GameStop running a competition for their stores to post Tik Tok dances where the store which is voted the winner receives prizes such as an Amazon Echo, a Visa gift card, and the privilege of working an additional ten hours during the week of Black Friday.  Wait, did I say “worker happiness”?�� I meant to say “Dickensian shithousery” where employees are expected to compete so they can work more hours

Of course the “We’re not racist”s of Twitter had an issue with Sainsburys Christmas ad because it didn’t appeal to white men due to having a black family, in much the same way that Compare the Market’s ads don't appeal to white men as they’re not Russian meerkats

Professional victim Laurence Fox thought it would be a good idea to get into a slanging match with The Pogues while lying that Fairytale of New York would be banned from the airwaves.  It went about as well as could be expected

It wouldn’t be Remembrance Day without The Sun or The Daily Mail exploiting it for some obvious ragebait, and this year was no exception with both “papers” posting a photo of Extinction Rebellion posting with a banner in front of the Cenotaph protesting climate change - a photo taken two days earlier, but they held off on posting it until the day itself to get the rage flowing, because they needed something as neither Jeremy Corbyn nor Meghan Markle were within a mile of Whitehall

This month it was Ernest Cline who demonstrated a lack of understanding of the Streisand Effect by ordering DMCA takedowns on anyone who posted an excerpt of Ready Player Two online, which mainly served to help the internet realise which the actual excerpts were and which the parody versions were - because it was pretty hard to tell them apart otherwise...

“I’ve been silenced”, shrieked Suzanne Moore in an interview with the Telegraph, fatally undermining her argument in the process.  Funny how the people who have been “silenced” keep doing that, isn’t it?

Because we haven’t heard anything idiotic from Jake Paul in a while, Jake Paul decided to say Covid isn’t real and flu has killed just as many people.  So I give it a week before his older brother Logan feels he has to one-up this and say the Holocaust was fake...

And finally, not for much longer, is Donald Trump and his complicity in trying to organise a coup - but not a very good coup, as his minions at Fox News had to exaggerate how many people were actually protesting about him losing an election and crying about it - which was further undermined by his inability to tell Michigan and Minnesota apart

[charmedseoull]

Day 3: I just realized that while I’m documenting fandom history, I should probably document how I’m documenting that history. So hello world to my daily logs as I work on documenting the Top 50 Most Hit BTS Fanfiction on Archive of Our Own. The original House of Cards (BTS story) Fanlore was created by a user named Caessius. They haven’t been active since June 2020 and created HoC’s Fanlore page on January 2019. On their profile page, they said that they usually create stub pages and encourages people to contribute to pages. So, I decided why not? And why not make a project about it? I’ve always been passionate about documenting fandom history and I think this is the perfect way to do something productive during quarantine. Seeing the Fanlore page of HoC motivated me to start Fanlore, so here I am now. Today I added some Archive of Our Own comments to the page. It was pretty emotional while doing so. A lot of comments were from the last update of HoC on May 22nd, 2016. Getting to read these people’s reactions from 4 years ago is very meaningful. Fandom culture was a bit different in 2016, pre-Tumblr purge. I’ve read a lot of comments with people who’ve broken down the story and have shared how the author has inspired them. I’ll be honest: I cried a lot while reading through these people’s comments. I hope they’re doing well now. I finished reading HoC a while ago because I’ve only recently gotten into BTS, but I truly feel like I came at the right time to do this. I hope to keep documenting fandom history as best as I can. I’m still working on the HoC page though I hope to do the Top 50 Most Hit works for the BTS fandom by the end of 2021. That’s about one fanfic a week. It’ll probably be easier the lower I get because of a lack of information. I also hope to keep track of these pages and update them when I can

One question I do have about HoC is its orphaning. I’ve scoured the internet. I’ve looked through Twitter and Tumblr an unhealthy amount with the keywords House of Cards, sugamins, valentinosuga, and BTS 2016 fanfiction and I can’t find any remains of discourse or drama. There’s no call out posts or angry comments or anything like that. It feels so strange. In 2016, there was another fanfiction controversy with Dirty Laundry from the Voltron fandom. I don’t know if that’s drowning out my search results at all, but it’s been an interesting experience so far. Tumblr’s search engine sucks sooooo much though, it’s the ACTUAL worst. I’ve found much more useful information by only using Google. I also have to consider how House of Cards was pre-Tik Tok era and during Vine era We lost so many fan edits due to that and Vine’s own search engine sucks, even back in 2016. I know, I used it myself to search for fan edits. On Instagram, it’s even more of a hassle to search. I haven’t reall tried there yet but I will tomorrow Now onto all the edits I’ve made today for House of Cards: I’ve added some Spotify playlists, Archive of Our Own comments, and after I finish writing this I’ll be working on my formatting for the page. I want to be able to expand my cultural impact section more. Hopefully I can go on Asiafanfiction and find someone who’s Korean and ask them if they’ve ever heard of House of Cards. I’m also going to ask around on r/fanfiction and find where I can contact someone who lives in Korea and speaks English that I can talk about fanfiction with and its history. Also I need to find a way to look at ao3 statistics over time because House of Cards seemed to have a peak in viewership in 2017. I think that goes along with BTS’s peak in 2017 as well into the American market. Ao3 is used more by Americans and Chinese people before the ban in February 2020 due to the Xiao Zhan incident. I need to probably look into other fandom circles to see HoC’s impact there as well. 2016 is difficult though. Even though it’s pretty recent, it’s past enough to where a lot of authors who would’ve been affected by ao3 would have moved on or grown up. I’m looking through old 2017 Tumblr posts and the nostalgia is kinda getting to me. I’m learning a ton about culture and fandom itself right now. It’s very fulfilling. That’s all the notes for today’s log. I hope to continue writing these and finish my project for as long as I can. Ah I just looked back at my notes and I need to call all Chinese ao3 accounts I find void because of the ban. They won’t be able to contact me at all. I’m gonna need to find a Chinese contact. Well, I have some goals now so yeah. That’s truly it for today. See you tomorrow.