#they're literally freak4freak

[urmomsgnocchi]

if 9-1-1 was on hbo buck and eddie would have fucked nasty after buck said wanna go for the title. it would've been intense and sweaty and borderline fighting. all push and pull and shallow breaths into each other's desperately open mouths, all teeth and spit. eddie would've showed up to his shift with a split lip the next day and brushed it off casually. buck's tongue absentmindedly darting out to chase that metallic taste from last night as eddie expertly spins a convincing lie. bite marks and bruises covered up by their uniforms.

(also chris would've been safe with carla or tia pepa and not on buck's couch waiting to watch his dads play video games)

[telemachea]

the thing about being in this fandom is you will see tags like dead dove do not eat, psychological torture and implied necrophilia on a fic and it turns out that it's a character study for a canon scene

[leojurand]

for a m/f ship to work for me i need to feel like they're partners and they're equal or they have to be freak4freak

[arytha]

wew my current novel is halfway through (98/201 chapters) and i could Not tell you where this is going. compelling though

[retributory]

if a bingqiu hater puts the blame on any weirdness in their relationship solely on binghe you KNOW they can't read. this is a freak4freak relationship okay. sqq is the guy that got offended and sulky because binghe DIDN'T hen-peck him into cuddling. he openly admits to loving the tearful lamb act. he likes having a clingy needy girlfriend he has to reassure constantly. he got so horny watching his husband pour qi into his dead body that he woke up and immediately pounced on him and fucked him straight into a qi deviation. when he heard the rumor that binghe raped him his internal argument was that this could never happen because if binghe wanted to have sex with you, you would just let him, so it's not rape. he's literally insane. they're perfect for each other in the sense that they're both bugfuck crazy.

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

reasons under the cut!

they are literally freak4freak. they're divorced. they're married. they hate each other. they're madly in love. they're idiots who are constantly trying to one up the other. they'd get pissed at someone for talking bad about the other person because only they're allowed to do that. they've basically kissed offscreen at least twice. their chemistry is off the charts. they're inhumanly strong and match physically. they're made to compliment each other. they're insane. they have a canon death pact. "you're not that appetizing." one piece magazine just had an edition all about them during pride month. they're the best and i want to throw them into an abyss. - They are the definition of rivals-to-lovers. Open up a trope dictionary, and you will find a picture of these two there under that heading. Also, Luffy would 100% approve.

[pettyeddiediaz]

never not thinking about the fact buck elbowed a literal paramedic out of the way to make sure HE was treating eddie. never not thinking how Eddie pushed BOBBY out of the way to get to Buck after the lightning. those two are freak4freak crazyyyyy about each other, and they would both go out of their minds if they were assigned new partners. someone else in charge of protecting THEIR person?? especially if the dept tried to separate them once they're dating... the lafd would rectify that reaaaaal quick if they had to deal with these two crazies.

[dullyn]

Which Arthurian Couple Matched Each Other's Freak the Best

AKA the freak4freak poll

Isolde and Tristan

They're literally insane, match potion be damned, no one is doing it like them. They got intrigue, smarts, a torrid love affair, a period of time where the dude goes insane. Isolde drops dead of heartbreak when she sees that Tristan has died without her.

Guinevere and Lancelot

Crazy work. They also have intrigue, smarts, a torrid love affair, a period of time where the dude goes insane (really said copy paste). However, Lancelot brings Guinevere significantly more severed heads, and also crawls across a giant sword for her. Take that as you will. They also like indirectly/kind of directly bring about the entire end of Camelot and cause the death of Arthur at Camlann with their love.

Guinevere and Arthur

Maybe in another life they could match each others freak. For now the vibes are rancidddd. Unless you subscribe to certain retellings and bits of literature where they actually love each other, but for the most part they are so un-in love with each other.

Ragnelle and Gawain

Uhhh awooga. Literally cannot even describe their freak4freak agenda. Ragnelle got magicked into a beautiful lady because Gawain respected her, she also trolls the bejeezus out of Arthur in her quest to marry Gawain. Gawain is kind of just fascinated for most of this. So many people can explain this better than me.

Galehaut and Lancelot

Hey fellas, you ever die of heartbreak because you thought your bestie in the whole wide world died? You ever give up an entire war to spend One Night with him? You ever get buried next to each other?

[juicebuck]

All roads lead back to buddie blood kink,,, and THE SEXY BLOOD TRANSFUSION!!!!! Oh so I get to manifest my devotion for you in the most literal manner possible, literally using my own life force to sustain yours, existing inside of your for as long as we both shall live amen? Peak romance. They're gonna include a blood contract in their wedding vows. They get a paper cut and their first thought when they absently suck the blood off their finger is I'm tasting him. FREAAAKS🗣️🗣️🔊🔊

ALL ROADS!!!!!!! also scream at blood contract wedding vows oh my god you are so right. like, obviously this isn't something they do in the actual wedding vows. but later! and it's accidental really. buck is pouring champagne and one of the glasses has a chip in it and he cuts his finger. and eddie takes his hand, immediately sucks buck's finger into his mouth. tongue soothing over the cut, tasting copper. and buck moans at the sting of it, the sensation. and they both get so hard so fast. and buck's like, biting at eddie's lip like, i need—let me taste you too. please. and eddie's like, fuck, yeah, okay. and this is how they end up making a blood pact. yay forever! freak4freak 🫶🩸

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Grand Finale!

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Franky x Robin:

Do I really need to explain?

The old married couple who's healthy, Enies Lobby (and all their appearances) are their propaganda really.

It’s all about the maturity!

Their dynamic is perfect and their pasts are so similar. I love the chemistry between them as well as their introduction that helped build the connection and shared history they already have.

they are THE t4t bi4bi ship | franky telling robin "existing is not a crime" immediately puts this at number one for me | they are opposites (bright and loud + quiet and goth) but also they're both so eccentric and silly <3 | THEY WEAR MATCHING OUTFITS

Mom and dad Straw Hat

They are STILL the Mom and the Dad of the Straw Hats, this is the one thing I don't care what Oda says <3 Also their interactions in Enies Lobby and Thriller Bark are amazing.

In my eyes, they are married. Some of my favorite character interactions in the manga/anime and in official art.

Oda had Franky call Robin his wife at least once

Your honor they’re married

I'M GOING TO PUT LINKS IN MY EXAMPLES (Mod note: I linked to the whole post, the propaganda was going to get too long otherwise. But I will copy this line:...) They immediatly clicked in Enies Lobby, Franky saved Robin with both words and actions ("Your existence is not a sin!"), and then she grabbed his balls.

The duality of two kids who were just trying to chase their dream and having circumstances outside their control (the government) take everything they love away from them, but one choosing solitude and the other adopting every other person in a bad circumstance??? I love them. Plus they literally had couple moments from the first interaction.

The ultimate t4t couple idk what else you need theyre iconic

A wholesome ship of a woman who feels the need to be constantly on edge trying to relax and a man who is a 110% himself from the moment we see him. the joy of frobin is the causal domesticity, in many color spreads and especially post timeskip we can see them casually enjoying the others company.

Remember when Franky was in Chopper's body in Punk Hazard and every time he spoke Robin was like "Franky. Stop talking. Do not talk while you're in Chopper's body."

idk like. he's obsessed with her. she's his weird Goth gf and he's her himbo. they have matching outfits. I love them.

Look. It's Franky and Robin. Literally the only two characters that make sense to ship on the Sunny. Their arcs are inextricably intertwined (water7/enies lobby). Also LOOK AT THEM interacting, both during their arcs, but also thriller bark, or post time skip. I love them. Also robin crushed frankys balls.

funny big robot man & analytical smart research lady power couple... silly x smart... himbo x researcher... augh... so good

They are the ship for taxpaying adults your honor I LOVE them they’re literally freak4freak and they share such a fucking powerful arc together (Water 7).

that moment she let him sleep on her lap in punk hazard was sooo cute <3 -- The matching thigh highs and bottoms in film z can NOT be understated. -- Strawhat mom and dad -- Let's not forget the way robin convinced franky to join ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) -- she also indirectly called his balls "treasure" so,,, -- the way their stories are so closely intertwined...they were both keys to destroy the world...the way they instantly connected over that...the soulmate-ism of it all...

they . them. girlboss and malewife. that's it.

She grabbed his balls. He totally liked it.

He's so silly and she loves it. She's so scary and he loves it. She grabbed his balls in public.

They will be endgame trust me. Franky doesn't treat any other girl like he treats Robin. There dynamic in Water 7 and Thriller Bark was and always will be one of the best in all of OP.

Propaganda for Nami x Vivi:

Yes, Nami has a new girlfriend on every island, but her heart belongs to Vivi. Vivi in turn refuses to marry, because her heart belongs with a pirate ❤

THEY’RE LESBIANS! IN LOVE! another point: my friends who are watching OP for the first time came to me and asked “so Nami and Vivi… they’re gay right?” So it’s pretty apparent to even newcomers

I just think they’re neat! And in love. Nami gave up money for Vivi that’s True Love

Anyone who saw them can just tell they’re gay. Like Nami gave up money for her

They're one of the rare lesbian ships in op, they care for each other so much !!

Lesbians

Lesbians

They were so gay that Luffy offered to share food to cheer Nami up when they were separated.

i dare you to read Baroque Works through Alabasta without shipping them. the way Vivi and Nami are so affectionate with each other, and Vivi putting saving her nation on hold to get Nami healthy again ???

Lesbians

Let’s go lesbians!!!!! Ok but actually, I think Nami saw a lot of herself in Vivi (ha) especially when Igaram ���died” and then throughout their journey together Nami really encouraged her to open up to the crew. Nami showed Vivi it was ok to ask for help just like Luffy showed her.

Vivi was Nami's gay awakening and you cant change my mind. Nami was in love with Vivi and Vivi def had some kind of feeling for Nami. They were so close and they were more then just 'gal pals'

Lesbian Pirate Supremacy! they clearly care a lot about each other and considering when nami meets vivi she is probably one of the first close female friends she gets to have.

[sterekunhinged]

LET'S GOOOOO Thank you to everyone who participated and became unhinged with me <3

tumblr fic here! by @cantgetoversterek

Worth Fifty Thousand Words by Definitively_Different_Drivel T | 344 words | tags: crack treated seriously, rated T for language/references to porn

Summary: Stiles gaped after Mrs. Brooks. Derek stood beside him, eyebrow raised. Stiles pulled out his phone, searching frantically. "You're not looking that up." Stiles typed away. "Fuck off, do you really think I can just- ignore that possibility?" Derek grimaced, scraping his fingers through the back of his hair. Stiles sputtered beside him. "Holy shit I found it! Oh my god, this was a bad idea, Derek, why didn't you stop me?"

In which Stiles hears some interesting information about his father's past career aspirations and proceeds to makes literally the worst decisions possible.

It kills me to love you by TalesoftheEnchantedForest E | 5958 words | graphic depictions of violence | tags: canon divergence, a hint of dark!Stiles, Pack Alpha Derek Hale but the pack's not in this fic, Getting Together, A bit of stalking, freak4freak, Cum drinking, brief armpit and feet kink, Jealousy, Marking, Bottom Derek Hale/Top Stiles Stilinski ,fucking on corpses, Breeding Kink, Mating Bond, Angst and Porn, Stiles is 17 at the beginning but it's not explicitly stated

Summary: "How did you know?" Derek asks because he didn't mention the date to anyone, and maybe that was a mistake he shouldn't repeat in the future. "I put a tracker on your phone," Stiles says casually, and yeah, that sounds like him. Stiles and Derek's relationship might not be the healthiest, but it works for them, so does it really matter?

Trading Ties by Definitively_Different_Drivel E | 4181 words | tags: Porn With Plot, Kidnapped Stiles Stilinski, Magical Stiles Stilinski, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Morally Ambiguous Stiles Stilinski, Accidental Knotting, Manipulative Stiles Stilinski, Dubious Consent, Kanima Venom (Teen Wolf), also acts like viagra because fuck it it's smut, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, spell for instant lube/prep, Topping from the Bottom, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Bondage

Summary: "You're awake." Hazel eyes bore into him as he cursed his luck. Stiles frowned, heaving his head up to rest against the back of the chair. He must be getting sloppy. "So," he eyed the man, took in the classic posture and subtle nostril flaring that lay beneath all that leather and gratuitous muscle. He cracked out a brittle laugh, playing the victim. "big bad wolf thought he could waltz in and steal the weakest link, eh?" The man eyeing him scoffed. "Bullshit. You're the linchpin." In which Laura and Derek return after Scott's pack is well established and they're stupid enough to kidnap Stiles as a test. Little do they realize that the guy they thought was the cowardly human strategist is actually a terrifying magical enigma. He's also disturbingly horny, which may be the key to avoiding Derek's impending demise.

Wolf Kissed by Gia279 E | 69,565 words | 38 chapters | tags: Mates, Mates by Choice, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Gets Bitten, Original Characters - Freeform, Scarification, Stiles Stilinski-centric, animal consumption, werewolf violence, Werewolf Culture, Gore, Violence, Biting, Full Shift Werewolves, Alternate Universe, Pack Dynamics, Hunters, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Torture, scars are important in werewolf culture, Explicit Sexual Content, Serious Injuries

Summary: Stiles has been smothered under the weight of running his dead mother's tavern for years. When the wolves return from the mountain, when Derek Hale strolls into his tavern and offers him a way out, he leaps at the chance. His abrupt departure fractures his town and turns everyone against his new pack. He's determined to set things to rights after he discovers that the Argents have twisted his choice to leave into something more sinister.

Bring Your Hunger by lanalua M | 2110 words | tags: Magical Stiles Stilinski, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Getting Together, Nemeton Stiles Stilnski

Summary: Derek was used to tragedy. Used to waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was tired. This, he decided to enjoy.

[bobtheacorn]

💥 This one please! :D

[from this!]

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you’re most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

Thing abt me is i ALWAYS got more than one WIP that i'm excited about. Hasn't made it into my 'top five' bc i got sucked into sth, but i'm still picking at it intermittently and I'm so hyped for it sdklfjsdlfk As part of my "witches hold grudges" series, I picked a Thing to effect Leo, Mikey, and Raph respectively, that Donnie then had to Deal With. Leo's was (obviously) the cuddle curse. Mikey's is [redacted]. But RAPH'S was 'stuck in a timeloop.

Here's the first 2k/premise: (subject to change)

"Raph?? Got a tattoo??"

"RAPH GOT A TATTOO!!"

"Yes but more importantly, why is it a different today?" Donnie asks, with the high-strung curiosity indicative of his fourth espresso before 9am, which is clutched in his hand as he and his brothers crowd together in the small foyer of their hotel room. This is the 11th consecutive Saturday morning symphony of 'Raph got a tattoo!' that Donnie has had the pleasure of partaking in. The novelty and shock have worn off, HOWEVER! This Saturday morning features a completely different placement and design of said tattoo. Donnie is pulling up his mental cork board and furiously jotting that down on a mental red sticky note.

"Pretty cool right?" Raph asks, as a cucumber.

He flexes his already-impressive bicep so Leo and Mikey can peep the simplified black Japanese-style dragon curled up there. It bears a toothy grin, much like Raphael himself. It's even throwing two peace signs with it's little dragon claws. Yesterday, and every Saturday before barring one where Donnie intervened, it was a small Hello Kitty on the back of his left hand with only the big red bow colored in.

"Dude, I can't believe you!" Leo crows. He seems much more impressed with this than he was with Hello Kitty, though he was still in disbelief. He takes Raph by the elbow and turns his arm slightly to get a different angle on it. "What possessed you to sneak out early and get one a these bad boys slapped on! This must've taken hours!"

Donnie, running the math, knows it only took about two.

Very quickly: some context:

This year Big Mama's Nexus Hotel is humbly hosting New York's third annual Mysti-Con, a convention, as one might guess, for the mystically inclined and (also for those who aren't but think It's Neat). The Con consists of three days of Highly Coordinated Mystic Shenanigans, sanctioned by both the Council of Heads and the City of New York; because after things like the Oozesquito outbreak turning hundreds if not thousands of people into mutants, the Shredder Incident, Battle Nexus New York, the Almost-Apocalypic Alien Invasion, there's essentially no point in pretending that yokai-kind don't exist.

People and creatures have crawled up from the Hidden City and traveled across States to pack themselves inside the block-sized mystic barrier that requires a pass to enter. Yokai are welcome to strut the designated streets in all their glory, provided they're not up to any villiany, and regular humans are welcome to match them freak4freak if they so choose. The catch: no coming in and out of the barrier unless cleared by authorized personel, until the Con is officially over. Precautions, damage control, etcetera.

The convention is also more or less a designated No Beef Zone, so there's an unspoken, multi-layer truce in effect between the turtles and Big Mama while they stay in her hotel (and also between the turtles and any other villians they happen upon).

Donnie purchased tickets for himself and his brothers eight months in advance.

Oh and, Donnie is trapped in a time-loop.

The first repeat of Saturday, he suspended his disbelief a little bit. His assertions that literally everything that was happening had already happened could be dismissed as genuinely being Too Exciteable and not wanting the fun, informative panels and pizza with his brothers and being out of the house surrounded by weirdness and new mystic tech and dance parties and impromtu conga lines to end. The SECOND string of exactly-identical series of events Specific to Saturday? Donnie might have assumed that his brothers were pulling an extremely elaborate prank, were it not for the iron-clad Mystic-Con itenerary and the irrefutable date on his (or anyone elses') phone calendar.

Donnie had jolted awake the third Saturday morning, roused his brothers, spent longer than he cared to admit arguing against their baseless 'demon possession' talk, ultimately decided Direct Action was best, and then attempted to power-arsenal his way out of the barrier into the city proper. Worse than solitary confinement in a small utility closet adjacent to the hotel security office with a mystic-suppressor cuff on his ankle and his tech confiscated and his brothers furious at him, they called his dad.

And they were officially kicked out of Mystic-Con.

And the loop reset at 2am anyway, with Donnie jolting awake next to Leo in the hotel bed they rock-paper-scissored Raph and Mikey for to be nearest the window, when he had gone to sleep in his own bunk in his own room, bitter and alone.

"S'matter, Tello?"

"Nothing. What day is it?"

Leo had fished his phone out from under his pillow and squinted at it. It wasn't even on the charger, the battery flashing 15%, and he had no doubt barely dozed off when Donnie sat up and startled him. "....Saturday? Obvi."

"Of course," Donnie had sighed, and gone back to sleep.

Since then, he's simply been Observing the Patterns.

Raphael, ever the early-riser, wakes up at 5:18 after snoozing his 5:15 alarm. He spends fifteen minutes in the shower belting out terrible jazz. He keeps one stale Everything Bagel in his mouth while he gets dressed. He brushes his teeth, grabs a bottle of water out of the Genius Apparel minifridge Donnie packed, and hums his way out the door while Leo is still yawning over his warm thermos of tea and Mikey is happily snoozing amidst a pile of pillows against the wall. He never makes a peep about his plans.

He always returns at 8:37 with a Hello Kitty tattoo.

Today is different.

Donnie compulsively checks his phone.

Still Saturday.

Everything up to this point has been identical to the Saturdays before it (as long as Donnie doesn't intervene), from the weather report on the hotel TV playing in the background to the flock of bird yokai careening past the balcony playing some sort of aeriel sports ball in the courtyard. But even this slight divergence doesn't upheave the entire track. Leo asserts that the tattoo is "badass" (he called the Hello Kitty one adorable), Mikey takes pics for his Instagram story, and Raph goes to put the little care package of lotion and bandages he got from the tattoo artist on the bathroom counter, step for step.

Donnie slams his way in there with him, much to Raph's dismay - it's a small bathroom - while Leo claps his hands and badgers Mikey into finally getting dressed because that Magician Apprenticeship 101 panel is starting in twenty-five minutes, letsa go!!

"What's up, Donnie?" Raph asks.

He's barely able to turn in the tight space, so Donnie gets an up-close-and-personal look at his brand new and definitely Not Hello Kitty tattoo. Donnie resists the intrusive thought he has to grab Raph's arm and rub his thumb over what is essentially an open wound to validate it's authenticity. He can see how red and irritated the area around the ink lines are, even on Raph's tougher, darker skin, and he can smell the antiseptic the tattoo artist used to keep it sanitized while inking. The plastic wrap and medical tape keeping it in down are expertly-placed and the lines themselves are clean.

Donnie burns every detail of this smiling dragon into his memory and tries very hard to keep his Cool. There are a number of Potential Whodunit Candidates currently at the Con and Donnie has been working double-time to figure out who to confront.

"Raphala, query: What drew you to this design, specifically?"

"Uh. Raph just thought - y'know, why not? go big or go home!"

"Interesting, you've spoken at length before about being open to the idea of getting a tattoo or three if you started off with something small and noncomittal. This seems a bit ambition for a first time tattoo."

"Uh." Raph's Lying Stink burns Donnie's nostrils. He chuckles. "Well, y'know what they say - what happens at Mysti-Con stays at Mysti-Con...?"

"NO ONE SAYS THAT!" Donnie declares, pointing an accusatory finger at his brother, "How DARE you try to gaslight me, Raphael, how long have you been aware of this accursed time loop debacle, it cannot possibly have been before Loop Six! After the Incident during Loop 3, I followed each of you passively for two entire loops to collect data points, and began making minor adjustments to each loop after that, switching between the three of you in rotating sequence, and I KNOW it couldn't have been earlier than Loop NINE, Raph -!!"

"Pizza supreme, Donnie," Raph cuts him off, in clear and obvious distress, "How long have you been doin' this?"

"I asked you first, Raph!!"

"This is Raph's fourth Saturday."

"Your FOURTH!!" Donnie does not like the laugh that bursts out of him at that. The way he looks in the mirror when he flaps his hands aggitatedly and catches the movement in his peripheral. He asks aloud, mostly to himself, "How is it that Raphael has been capital-A Aware of the time loop for three entire days and I never once clocked it until he came in with a completely different tattoo!!"

"Well, Raph had some serious dejavu the first day, but - but nobody else seemed to notice! I even talked to Leo about it and he said I was just hyped up about the con. And hey! You been acting exactly the same, too!!" he accusses, pointing a finger back at Donnie.

"OF COURSE I was acting the same, Raphael, I was adhering to the script!"

"Why!?"

"So that I might be able to discern a way to break the loop!!!"

"Hey, Donnie," Raph says suddenly.

Whatever he's about to say it cutoff by a knock on the door behind Donnie, which is abrupt enough of a disruption to make him jump. Leo's voice follows it, uncharacteristically hesitant, "Uh, is you two good? Because I don't wanna miss my panel? But it sounds like something's Happening..."

"Nothing's happening!" Donnie asserts loudly.

"We're good!" Raph agrees, "Just! Talkin' about stuff! You guys go on! We'll meet'chu guys after to hit up that froyo cart Mikey likes so much!"

"Okie-doke," Leo says, opening the hotel room door and audibly dragging Mikey out even while Mikey chirps, "Wait, there's a Froyo cart!?"

Raph winces.

The hotel door claps shut.

In the silence that follows it, Donnie realizes he's hyperventilating and, attempting to mask that, bursts out, "Rookie mistake, Raphael, Mikey doesn't discover the Froyo cart until 11:56am, when he wanders into the courtyard for the Street Art Design Contest!"

"Donnie," Raph says, "Can you open the door?"

.

[astrowaffles]

Hello, if you don't mind, can I ask, who are your top favorite romantic relationship's couples in any media, like anime/manga, tv series, books, etc (can be canon or non-canon)? Feel free if you want to write the reasons or not of why you love them....Thanks if you want to answer....

Hiiii!! I see you're doing a bit of a survey for this and I'm more than happy to provide my data 💪💪

As I have no idea who my actual favourites are (I find these things difficult to rank and it tends to depend on what I'm into at the minute) I'll just tell you about the people I can think of rn!!

OH MY GOD THESE GUYS. I love machi ofcofc and her & Yuki are sooo sweet but there is something so special about the first person you can truly be honest with. Kakeru takes Yuki's serious, standoffish, closed-off self, cracks a joke, cracks the door open, and lets Yuki crawl to him at his own pace. Kakeru represents a lot of Yuki's change and is the catalyst for most of it. Meanwhile, Yuki helps Kakeru with cool stuff like being a brother. Also, don't forget the shoujo bubbles 💀💀

Yukeru

(respect to Machi btw. I'm a multshipper here)

Childhood friends! Childhood friends! Childhood friends! Also theyre so funny together. They literally have the kids snapping their necks like they're watching a tennis match trying to keep up with their bickering😭😭

Matchablossom

They embody such a sense of nostalgia, to have loved and lost, to never be able to go back but always fighting to move forward. To be all each other has, but to extend yourself to help others too.

Also they have adopted kids so..canon?

Soukoku

They're telepathic, gay, and they hate each other. #iconic

(seriously I have such a soft spot for "dream team" ships!! Obviously skk have more to them but to me it's always gonna come down to "only a diamond can polish a diamond").

Iwaoi

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS!

I never stop thinking about them, genuinely. They know everything about each other and have never stopped. At no point do their struggles stem from their separation, because there Is no separating iwaoi. Opposite ends of the world? Ok. Still a duo. A twosome. Will require surgery to separate.

Bokuaka & Ushiten

Freak4freak. Enough said.

Honourable mentions: fengqing, hakyona, kagehina

Thanks for the ask!!

[starryybugs]

oof the possessive love is making me go crazy, demonoier drawing hearts on the table while cellbit goes off on some random guy ??

they're so obsessed with each other it's insane <3 <3

I dont know what you're talking about they're super normal, the most normal about each other that anyone's ever been.

demonoier is so fun to write because he's literally head over heels for this guy, like doodling hearts in the margins of his notebooks kinds of in love and he's not at all normal about it.

like, his boyfriend looks like he's gonna commit a murder but roier just thinks he looks like a grouchy cat. cellbit is threatening a man in a public place for just looking at him and roier wants to plan the wedding immediately

and cellbit's just as bad as he is. they're freak4freak

[gellavonhamster]

One piece for the ship tag?

(disclaimer: I'm about 1/3 into the Wano arc in the manga and have watched the live action; haven't watched the anime)

otp: Mishanks, because I'm from the ASOUE fandom Sugar Bowl Generation subfandom and characters of the older generation having vaguely hinted-at relationships that are mostly presented in the form of fleeting mentions, subtext, and parallels are my jam (and what is vaguely hinted at regarding these two looks poetic as fuck to me). Frobin, because while I always appreciate a gen story where romance subplots do not detract attention from adventures, their dynamic has all the foundation for a perfect love story (fates intertwined since childhood and long before they met! freak4freak relationship! "existing is not a crime"! he literally took bullets for her when they've known each other for such a short time!) and I like to imagine it's actually happening behind the scenes, we just don't get to see it because it's not relevant for Luffy's journey or whaveter. Namivivi, because it's the classic "the princess and the scoundrel" trope, but with lesbians - what's not to love?

favourite canon pairing: Usopp/Kaya - they're very sweet, and I like that they could've easily been this tragic sad story about being forced to leave your loved ones behind, but instead it's more of a bittersweet narrative about having to grow up and move on if you want to fulfil your dreams, and maybe come home to each other someday.

worst pairing ever: not a fan of shipping Mihawk with Zoro and/or Perona romantically - I should've been less surprised that it's a thing, but it's definitely not my thing

guilty pleasure pairing: putting it here because it looks like an unpopular opinion (I think?), but after Punk Hazard I looked up Smoker/Tashigi on ao3 and a lot of fics were so good that now I really dig the idea 😶 battle couple but also the most awkward workplace romance ever.

a pairing you want to see more: I treasure every mention of Sai/Baby 5 in the manga but probably less because I ship them hard and more because I just need to know she's finally happy

that pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: I don't think I have any "lol no" ships so far, it's rather that there are popular ships I have no negative feelings about, but also don't really care about either. For example, I definitely understand why people ship Zosan and Zolu (especially Zolu, they're peak king and lionheart), but neither of these ships interests me enough to look for fic/art, create headcanons, or just rotate them in my brain.  

favorite non-romantic pair: the Straw Hat Crew collectively (+ Nami and Usopp specifically); the Addams-Family-but-make-it-pirates of Mihawk, Zoro, and Perona; Zeff and Sanji; Franky and Iceburg; Sanji and Reiju; Law and Corazon; Luffy and Bon Clay... there are so many great friendships and (adopted) family dynamics that I could go on and on and on

[alchemistc]

Please be aware I am two screening this bitch, I haven't pulled out my second screen since I quit my desk job.

"He's like a one-man Suicide Squad."

When I tell you I've never heard a more accurate description of Evan Buckley IN MY LIFE.

they watch as Vincent Gerrard uses the distraction of B Shift heading home to duck behind one of the engines a grinning demon rounds the corner and makes a bee-line for him

This is what I'm picturing in this moment:

"So, which one of you said 'spreadsheet' three times in a mirror?"

WHY IS RAVI THE FUNNIEST PERSON ALIVE

"He's everywhere, always, just waiting for you to slip up."

Eddie your latent Catholicism is showing

It's the only clipboard that has ever fucked.

Yeah actually YOU are the funniest person who has ever existed I cannot describe the wheeze I wheezed but both of my tiny dogs and my very large boyfriend were legitimately concerned I was going to stop breathing when I read this.

Tommy had pulled it out of a bag and presented it on one knee like he was proposing, or bestowing a sword to a king. The entire brewery was then given front-row seats to an intense game of tonsil hockey that nearly went into overtime until Eddie threatened to call Athena because Bobby looked like he was seriously reconsidering sobriety

The freak4freak agenda is real

T.K. 07:27am: I'm offering 3 nights of free babysitting to the first person who delivers

Not Tommy offering up free babysitting KNOWING that what Clipboard Buck does for him, "Uncle Tommy" does for Buck, OH YOU NASTY THOMAS KINARD

Tommy's typing indicator appears, then disappears. Then appears and disappears again. Then appears—

Me: Oh they're perfect for each other. Chim, .5 seconds later:

"Those two were made in a lab for each other, I swear to god."

And now I'm emotional and also losing my shit with laughter.

"Don't worry, Melanie! This is something to bring up during Thursday's workplace conflict seminar."

Evan Buckley no one is doing it like you.

"[...]Just need you to sign off on everything. Sir."

Yeah Tommy isn't the only one getting something out of this. Hot damn Buckley.

If he sees his shadow on the firehouse wall, it's 6 more hours of bullshit.

STFU I'm so obsessed with your turns of phrase and the complete irreverence of your humor, I want to shove you into a wall and gently forehead kiss you. Consensually.

"Three nights of free babysitting? I'm not proud."

Lies, Hen, you know this is gonna get Buck laid, and then Tommy laid, this is mutually beneficial for ALL THREE OF YOU.

Buck looks up, flashes a grin, and the second he clocks the phone he salutes it with the clipboard.

Oh, to be a fly on the wall the day Buck realizes his completely uncontrollable Control Freak double identity is a turn on for his boyfriend and he realizes he can weaponize it for good AND evil.

"I'm not a probie anymore," Ravi whines. "You can't haze me like this."

Baby boy you signed on to work with the biggest team of gentle bullies this side of the Rockies, you'd better get used to this shit.

"You do this and I'll make sure you're not sitting anywhere near Buck and Tommy when Taylor drops the bomb about Gerrard and Ortiz."

Absolutely fucking obsessed with how every single one of them has come to accept that their two weirdo friends are just so DOWN BAD for each other that they will inevitably horn it up in public for increasingly batshit reasons.

'Oh, Buck's ex who they enlisted in secret and who probably spent a month in Buck's kitchen red-stringing tentative leads while they eye-fucked each other is about to get their hateful boss fired? Yeah they're gonna make out about it shamelessly in the middle of Hen's kitchen.'

(Karen has a spray bottle labelled "Improbable Kink Stopper" literally just for Buck and Tommy)

I swear to fucking god I want to make out with your brain.

I'm also gonna blame you for my cough acting up again but it's possible I laughed so hard I actually dislodged some stubborn mucus so thank you, maybe?

Return of the Mack

For @alchemistc. Hope you feel better soon!

At the fire academy, three things are beaten out of every trainee: fear, a normal sleep schedule, and the social influences that prevent one from intervening in the event of an emergency. Some have jokingly called the third one the Anti-Bystander Effect, because if someone needs assistance—whether it's to stop an assault, run into a burning building, or help a little old lady find a quarter she dropped—a firefighter will immediately rush in to save the day. It's a special brand of classical conditioning that instills an elevated sense of responsibility in every trainee, and it's paid in full by the state of California.

Which is why it's so odd for there to be three capable firefighters standing around doing nothing while there's an old man clearly in need of dire assistance. If the LAFD higher-ups knew they were actively choosing to watch the carnage unfold instead of lifting a finger to help, they'd all be shitcanned. 

Luckily, there's a fourth firefighter on the scene doing the absolute most. 

"I thought we made a pact to keep him from using his powers for evil," Eddie says, taking a dispassionate sip of his coffee. 

"Is it evil if he's actually using them in service of a greater good?" Hen's attention is half on what's going down and half on the Notes app on her phone, where she's typing out the week's grocery list. "You know, the enemy of my enemy is my friend?"

Draped over the railing like his bones have melted, Chimney gives a sage nod. "He's like a one-man Suicide Squad." 

In the apparatus bay, they watch as Vincent Gerrard uses the distraction of B Shift heading home to duck behind one of the engines, most likely to regroup after being thoroughly ambushed the second he stepped into the station five minutes ago. He slumps back and breathes. The moment of weakness costs him: a grinning demon rounds the corner and makes a bee-line for him as though he can taste blood in the air.

"So, which one of you said 'spreadsheet' three times in a mirror?" Ravi sidles up next to Chimney and unwraps a breakfast burrito from Delia's. 

Chimney gives him the stink-eye. "I hope you brought enough for the whole class."

"Nope," Ravi says, taking a cheerful bite.

"None of us summoned him," Eddie says. He leans down to try and catch the conversation being had, but he's too high up. For a second, he thinks he hears the words 'crack whore' but it's probably a trick of the bay's acoustics. "He's everywhere, always, just waiting for you to slip up."

"Like the Devil," Hen says in agreement.

"Or Santa," Chimney adds.

Ravi chews thoughtfully. "I thought we threw out all the clipboards. Who gave him that one?"

"Tommy," Eddie, Hen, and Chimney say through a simultaneous, long-suffering sigh. 

It's not just any clipboard. It's the king of clipboards. It's the only clipboard that has ever fucked. The thing is a navy blue polycarbonate beast with "Buckley 118" embossed in fire engine red on the back, and the clip looks like it was forged in the fires of Staples HQ. 

At the bi-weekly Beer and Bitch Night last Friday at Golden Road Pub, Tommy had pulled it out of a bag and presented it on one knee like he was proposing, or bestowing a sword to a king. The entire brewery was then given front-row seats to an intense game of tonsil hockey that nearly went into overtime until Eddie threatened to call Athena because Bobby looked like he was seriously reconsidering sobriety.

"Does he know what he's unleashed?" Ravi sounds genuinely curious. 

As if on cue, Chimney's, Eddie's, and Hen's phones chime with three incoming messages. 

T.K. 07:26am: Has it started? T.K. 07:26am: Remember: you promised one of you would film it T.K. 07:27am: I'm offering 3 nights of free babysitting to the first person who delivers

That last one is followed by a gif of J. Jonah Jameson shouting "Bring me Spiderman!"

Hen frowns down at her phone. "Who the hell is that?"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Chimney mutters.

H.W. 07:28am: Why are you so desperate for video?  E.D. 07:28am: What 40-something year old still uses pinky swears? H.H. 07:28am: Clipboard Buck better not be a weird sex thing for you, Kinard

Tommy's typing indicator appears, then disappears. Then appears and disappears again. Then appears—

"Yeah, no." Chimney hastily pockets his phone. "Those two were made in a lab for each other, I swear to god."

Down in the bay, Gerrard has moved to stand almost directly underneath them. While they can't hear what Gerrard says to Melanie Wu, an electrician so talented she could probably take down the entire grid with her eyes closed, that puts such a dour expression on her face, they can hear it when Buck, popping up behind Gerrard like an insane Jack-in-the-box, and says, "Don't worry, Melanie! This is something to bring up during Thursday's workplace conflict seminar."

"What seminar?!"

Buck isn't cowed. He taps his clipboard and says, "The one I scheduled with Chief Alonso. You know, the mandatory one we all need to do in order to keep our certification—well, we'll keep it as long as nothing comes up during the seminar that might call into question our ability to do the job."

There's a charged moment where it almost looks like Gerrard might take a swing at Buck, but then he notices the audience hanging above him like a Greek chorus and shouts, "Someone'd better top off the fuel and DEF or—"

"Already done, Cap." Buck makes a show of turning to the second page on his clipboard and lists off, "All fuel, DEF, oil, and coolant are set. Tires have been aired up. Hoses have been drained and cleaned, and re-rolled. Engines were all waxed yesterday, all medical supplies have been inventoried and stocked, and I've made a list of the harnesses and cutting torches that need replacing. Just need you to sign off on everything. Sir."

The ingratiating smile on Buck's face would fool even the wiliest of senior officers, and Gerrard himself looks like even he's not sure if what just happened was disrespectful, but they know better. 

"Diabolical," Ravi whispers, awed. 

Hissing through his teeth, Gerrard spins on his heel and storms away in the direction of the little office in the administrative section of the firehouse where he's taken to holing up like a miserable groundhog until they get a call that forces him back out. If he sees his shadow on the firehouse wall, it's 6 more hours of bullshit.

As soon as he's gone, all the firefighters that had stopped to watch the show burst into laughter and applause, and Buck cracks up, taking sweeping bows and blowing kisses to his adoring fans. 

Chimney rolls his eyes and looks to see what Hen's expression is doing, because no one gives good face like she does, but she's holding her phone in a way that clearly means—

"You're filming this?" Chimney demands, betrayed.

She gives an unrepentant shrug. "Three nights of free babysitting? I'm not proud."

Buck looks up, flashes a grin, and the second he clocks the phone he salutes it with the clipboard. Then he struts after Gerrard, calling almost lazily, "Cap, wait up! I wanted to talk about setting up a mock exam for everyone who's planning on taking the TCFP D/O!"

They all watch him go. Silently, Hen sends off the video with the air of someone about to make a drug drop. 

"So, when does Taylor Kelly's exposé come out again?" Eddie makes a dubious face in the direction of the administrative offices. "Because I don't know that Gerrard won't off himself before it does."

"We win either way," Chimney points out. 

"It comes out next Monday," Hen says, slipping her phone into her pocket and elbowing Chimney in the arm on her way to the stairs. "Karen and I are hosting a watch party that night and you're all invited."

Ravi beams. "Thanks, Hen. I'll definitely be there."

"And you'll be bringing dinner from Taco Azteca—for everybody. Make sure you get enough carne," Chimney calls over his shoulder as he follows Hen. 

"I'm not a probie anymore," Ravi whines. "You can't haze me like this."

Snickering, Eddie pats him on the shoulder and says, "You do this and I'll make sure you're not sitting anywhere near Buck and Tommy when Taylor drops the bomb about Gerrard and Ortiz."

"Extra al pastor and buche it is!"