#this is so weird for me send halp

[count-alucard-tepes]

Headcanons for my One Piece hotties: Drunk texts they send to their S/O

Kizaru✨

Kizaru: baby, when I get home I want kisses and to love with all my very essence! You are the best thing that ever happened to me and the shining light in my life. I don’t know where I’d be with you and I appreciate everything you to do for me!😍😍😍

S/O: are you drunk?

Kizaru: 🤔 how’d you know?

S/O: ⬆️⬆️⬆️

Akainu🌋

Akainu: I’m amgry

S/O: You’re supposed to be having fun with your friends, babe

Akainu: Kizaru is dancing on a pole and Aokiji is throwing money at him. I’m too pure for this.

S/O: babe, take a video! Right now

Akainu: I can’t…I’m laying on the floor and looking at the stars…they remind me of you when you’re all happy and cute

S/O: BABE! VIDEO PLEASE!?

Ryokugyu 🌱

Ryokugyu: if this was my last night alive, I would spend it cuddled up to you and not my plants I promise

S/O: omg, are you drunk!? Where are you?

Ryokugyu: oh man, one thing I was in a pub with the guys…next thing I know is I was sitting on a bridge with a bottle in my hand..and someone’s walking stick…I think I beat someone up or won this walking stick in a drinking game…either way…your man is a winner 🥇

S/O: omg share your fucking location!? I’m calling Kizaru rn!

Sir Crocodile 🐊

Crocodile: grrrr I’m a crocodile, I bite *nom nom*

S/O: …what in the actual hell? Did someone steal this phone? Also he can’t text with one hand so it’s definitely stolen

Crocodile: I’m using the voice to text thingy…if I was a real crocodile would you love me?

S/O: fuck no, that’s weird

Crocodile: What! This is why I’d eat you if I was a real crocodile

S/O: pretty sure you eat me regardless of being a crocodile or not 😏

Crocodile: wait…was that a dirty comeback? Daddy’s coming home

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

Doffy: I’ve decided

S/O: on what? And where are you btw?

Doffy: you are the chosen one! And you shall bear my heir!

S/O: deal

Doffy: 😭😭😭 really baby, you’re gonna have my babies?! Omg I’m gonna be a mom

Doffy: I mean a dad

Doffy: I can’t stop crying

Doffy: halp me

Benn Beckman 🔫

Benn: I think my aim is better when I’m drunk, want to see?

S/O: that’s not a good idea, come home rn

Benn: babe, you were right…I accidentally shot Shanks while we were drinking and we have to go to the hospital

Benn: I’m a supportive husband

Benn: I meant first mate! Not husband!

Benn: babe, don’t be mad! I didn’t mean it like that…I panicked and texted…also the cops are here

Benn: bail me out of jail, please

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

Katakuri: babe, someone put something in my drink…I swear I just had one and now…I’m all shakey and shit

S/O: oh no! Love, just drink some water. I’m on my way

Katakuri: nah, I’m gonna find my brothers and kick their asses first

Katakuri: I found them and threw them into the river nearby lol

Katakuri: ah shit, I forgot they can’t swim…I have to go save them brb

Katakuri: omg, Y/N, it’s Smoothie, we had to fish big bro out of the water…come to the hospital asap

Killer🔪

Killer: I think I’m gonna stop wearing my mask and just embrace myself

S/O: baby, did you have too much liquid courage?

Killer: babe, someone said I looked like a Barbie so I beat him up

Killer: so apparently there’s a guy Barbie called Ken and he thought I looked like that…I thought he said I looked like a girl

Killer: okay I felt bad so I sang I’m a Barbie girl for karaoke for him…he’s a fan I guess..also I don’t want him to have me arrested

Killer: omg babe he’s a marine, I’m fucked …call Kidd…I need help

Kaido🐉

Kaido: 👁️ ❤️🫵

S/O: you discovered emojis, love?

Kaido: 🙈

S/O: everything alright?

Kaido: need booze…send help

King👑

King: would you love me if I was a worm?

S/O: omg what is this shit?

King: answer the question, Y/N

S/O: yes, I would

King: I had a bet with Queen that you would said no…I have to drink 5 bottles of tequila.

S/O: oh no…are you okay?

King: babe, I started breathing fire?! Did you know I could do that! I also fell over and can’t get up…everyone else is on the floor too…I feel so old rn

King: well at least I know you’d love me as a worm

King: also I lost my mask so I’m the one of the floor with the bag on my head

King: Queen drew a grumpy face on it so you know it’s me…it has a crown too

Queen👑

Queen: zoom zoom zoom zoom

S/O: getting lit, baby?

Queen: you know it, I think I can stage dive this time

S/O: omg no babe! That’s not a good idea!

Queen: babe, I did it…and I’m in the hospital now… hurt my back…but I saved my beer babe! I’m awesome!

[sentofight]

🖤 FORTE FOR SOFIA

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

[sorry she is dying in a corner XD her HP meter is peeping dangerously. halp her lol

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

[slams hands on table! LETS STEP UP THE GAME!

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[confusing at first but it was obvious she was a good person.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[again. step up the game!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! aaaaaa we need the fwendship blossoming!!!!

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[scithemodestmermaid]

Clash Weeklong Specials

Because I, quite frankly, would like some extra money.

For those not in the know, I have been making visual novels since the COVID lockdowns.  My goal is to have a source of side income while releasing a lot of my creative energies.  My creative energies happen to involve handsome mono-eyed robot men.  Clash showed up in a dream one night, he stole my heart while solving a mystery, I wrote him a weird detective story, and now he has two games published on Steam (one finished, one still in-dev) and several projects published on itch.io - all of which have received high praise from those who have bought them.  CL-42H (or Clash, as he is preferred to be called; its a whole thing) a nice guy, if a bit grumpy and socially awkward.  But he does his best to crack the case and save the day.  If you like visual novels, weird detective stories, or gruff robotic husbandos; then this is the indie franchise for you! 

And this is the best week in get involved because a bunch of his games are on sale!

Clash: Robot Detective - Complete Edition is 40% off from 5/1 to 5/8!  https://store.steampowered.com/app/2222480/Clash_Robot_Detective__Complete_Edition/

In order to entice potential buyers towards DRM-free options, there is a Clash bundle going on over at itch.io.  Contains Clash: Robot Detective - Complete Edition and three other shorter projects featuring the robot detective: a visual novel/walking sim hybrid, a zine, and a choose your own adventure book.  This sale is also 40% off and also lasts from 5/1 to 5/8.  https://itch.io/s/93602/clash-weeklong-special-51-to-58

And this doesn’t involve spending money in any way, but it does involve Clash.  I posted the May Hype Update (Hype Updating being what I call monthly updates that prove to my audience that I am not dead) for Clash: Blue Mirage today!  https://store.steampowered.com/news/app/2323650/view/3710446160420225480

WHEW.  that was a lot.  imma go lay down again.  i’m sick today.  can’t even talk, my throat hurts so much, halp, buy my robot husbando games, send me pity money, pl0x

[piracytheorist]

I have a new ship.

I can’t believe this.

Like

There were times in my life where I liked some ships but didn’t really mind them much, like, I wasn’t that invested in the romance of it all. My love for Captain Swan surpassed all of them enough for me to say I ship them.

And now another ship has done that for me.

Fuck. How do I process this.

[clatterbane]

Back from that primary care appointment, which thankfully didn't seem to go too badly? *fingers crossed*

I wasn't sure what to expect, what with its being my first actual appointment there and all. But, they didn't even want to weigh me or take my blood pressure or anything (both of which had me a tad worried, tbh), and the doctor I saw seemed nice enough. We didn't have to wait long, and they also didn't have any problem with Mr. C coming back too.

Mostly it was a basic "gee, this looks complicated, what actually needs attention right now?" intake review, and I did hand over the gastro referral paperwork for them to send where it needs to go. 😎

I continued with the "I am a dumb foreigner who doesn't know how anything works yet, pls halp?!" routine, and they also scheduled me in to their lab there for the blood draw before the upcoming endocrinology appointment while I was there. (So I get to roll right back over tomorrow morning, in the circadian middle of the night for me! 🥴 No drop ins right now, because Plague Time.) I should also be hearing back about an appointment with their asthma nurse.

Incidentally, the only time my weight even came up was in the context of concern that it wasn't dropping too much, what with the whole "persistently unable to eat properly" thing and all. 😮 Both a relief, and hopefully a promising indication!

Hell, she also seemed to connect on her own that just maybe that whole situation could make the diabetes harder to manage? Which is several steps up from what I have mostly come to expect.

But, the major thing she wanted to discuss was my ongoing pain management. 🙃 Especially after that initial phone consultation before, with the other guy who sounded Very Concerned And Uncomfortable? That was something I did go in half-expecting and dreading in advance.

In the meantime, I should at least have another prescription for what I've been successfully taking for a while now, with minimal problems. So, not as bad as I was halfway anticipating.

But, both the pregabalin AND tramadol are apparently now Less Favored Drugs in the Swedish system, because addiction concerns. And she is going to need to consult further with some colleagues on how to proceed. 😰

Once again, I found myself extra-glad to be wearing a mask, because I really doubt that more readily visible Stressed Autistic Face would have helped me. At any point in a medical appointment, but maybe especially during that discussion. 😑 As it was, I think I managed to come across as understandably cautious about changing what has been working, but without setting off any potential red flags with visibly ND "weird" reactions? It's just a shame that people DO need to worry about any of this shit.

I mean, she did seem to get that "chronic pain from blatantly obvious nerve damage is Really Not Good", which was also better than it could have been. We'll just have to hope that this might be taken into account when they go monkeying around with my prescriptions in what sounded like the near future.

One silver lining, in a way: at least these days I DO have some very visible and thoroughly "medically explained" reasons for ongoing pain. Which is unfortunately so much better situation than so many other people with chronic conditions are in.

But, sorry that they do seem to have gotten kind of weird about chronic pain management here too. One of the few benefits of dealing with the NHS, IME. They didn't seem nearly as bad about it, at least dealing with readily obvious, already diagnosed issues.

Hopefully not to anywhere near the same extent as back in the good old US of A, but yeah. We'll just have to see.

(And of course worrying about that now isn't going to do any practical good whatsoever. Tell that to Medical Trauma Brain... 🙄)

[shadlad24]

More Funny Little Moments #1: Season 1, Episodes 1-12

So, I decided to do this post after all. Halp. LOL Because I apparently LOVE giving myself a bunch of unnecessary work, I decided to choose two to three extra moments, per episode! SUPER halp! X’D Anyway, these are moments that didn’t make the cut for my FFLM series because: my sense of humor is a little weird, they were gonna be too much work (LOL/Siiigh), I like to highlight patterns, and I don’t like a lot of repetition. [Links to each FFLM along the bottom of the post. :)]

Let’s start with something I originally agreed with other fans on but have since changed my mind. A lot of people didn’t like this part of “Chariots of War” because it seems so ludicrous that Xena would forget her chakram anywhere. Well, let me tell you! This lady has left her weapons behind most episodes thus far. I didn’t note it every time here (and especially didn’t bother with her whip) because that’d really overrun the post buuuuut… You’ll see. XD

1.01 Sins of the Past

Xena’s shift being so much dirtier than the little boy’s clothes though she’s high up off the ground, and he lives in smoked-out rubble.

Yup. Xena forgot her sword (and later, her main saddlebag) at her mother’s tavern. Pft.

Sorry these were kinda lame, but I didn’t want to re-use any more of the original fifteen points I made about this episode... Ah well. Moving on! (heh)

1.02 Chariots of War

Xena loses her sword after the chariot crash, taking up and discarding Sphaerus’s but walking off without her own. (See her front and back and both of Argo’s sides.)

Gabrielle chewing Xena out, Xena being bummed about it, and Argo being surprised. X’D

1.03 Dreamworker

This got me good. Gabrielle does Xena’s war cry so well here that I really thought it was Xena for a few seconds. Realizing it was GabbyWabs only made me chuckle more because she apparently can’t do it when it really counts in “The Greater Good.”

Argo NOT being on Team Gabrielle. XD (Their feud is a little funny to me.)

1.04 Cradle of Hope

Xena tossing aside her sword after killing Nemos. Extras even dance and celebrate right on top of it! Wut thuh?

I decided to avoid mentioning Hope in the FFLM because Xena’s quote here is more ironic than comedic, and Gabrielle’s little face is just so sad, but I didn’t want to let it pass by entirely unremarked upon. At least GW gets to show off her oracle skills again? :’)

1.05 The Path Not Taken

So, Xena and Gabrielle walk into a bar… Heh. No, but really, they enter this tavern for the first time ever, yet the bartender not only knows what they want, he knows that they’re coming and has their drinks waiting for them too. All Xena has to do is knock on the counter and nod to get her fire-breath alcohol/oil, and Gabrielle barely has the word “cider” out of her mouth before the guy hands it to her. Xena, like me, is duly amazed.

Lucy, through Xena, making another timely anti-peanut statement. I just didn’t want to do the same thing twice back-to-back in the FFLM. X)

1.06 The Reckoning

Gabrielle thinking along the same lines Xena and I did about this poor excuse for a judge.

Me not being well-versed in ancient Greek heroes and picturing the fool who Draco killed so handily in the first episode. heh

1.07 The Titans

I’ll let Xena explain this one. …Mostly. I can’t believe Gabrielle not only sassed the Titans such that she unashamedly put Xena and Phyleus in danger too, but also kinda got this (admittedly awful) town demolished and didn’t lift a finger to actually help anyone in the temple. Tsk tsk. XP

So… Hyperion here can smash homes and businesses that were probably well-built and reinforced and all, but he can’t get his hand out of a stocks-cuff that was made in a single evening with scraps from those destroyed buildings. He also, inexplicably, has no use of his left hand or the power-breath that he used to knock Gabrielle over. Okie. XD

1.08 Prometheus

Is this really a thing? I was giggling quite a bit in disbelief that severed windpipes can heal. Like, perforated is one thing; completely bisected? Yeah, I don’t think so.

Gabrielle being incredulous upon learning that Xena has other friends, realizing what the warrior princess means, and then wondering if that could be her one day. 

   1.09 Death in Chains

Gabrielle enjoying watching Xena kill someone for the first time, then quickly realizing that fact. Whoops.

I found this moment really odd and then kind of hilarious. This poor dying old woman begs for water and goes ignored not only by the hospice workers, but also Talus and Gabrielle. Then Talus decides to be helpful. Gabrielle goes to the woman and lets her talk a lot (undoubtedly drying her mouth and throat even more), hears that Xena might be in danger, and then just… leaves. Talus goes with her, not having gotten water from the well after all. What a couple of jerks! XD

1.10 Hooves & Harlots

I really don’t know why Gabrielle kept making this face as Terreis died, but it tickled my funny bone too. So, I provided alternate subs to go with it. [Did you notice how she kind of cringes when Terreis tries to hold her hand and then just lets the Amazon flop once she’s died, flinging her hand aside like, “Ew, get it off me!”? What was that all about? X”) Hm… maybe she has an aversion to dying people, and that’s why she abandoned the old lady last episode?]

Gabrielle being a smart aleck, just like me, because Phantes’s complaint here is so ludicrous. But then you see the close-up of little hoofies in cuffs too, and, if you’re anything like me too, kinda just topple over laughing. The poor actual horse they did this to, though, man! What even?

Gosh, this episode was chockfull of hilarity, eh? Why did this happen? Gabby, take it away!

1.11 The Black Wolf

I laughed at this too. But now I wonder. Is Xerxes related to Caesar and/or connected to Rome or something? Because Xena does this twice around them too. In “When in Rome,” she jokes that the two guards lost playing tag with her, and in “A Good Day” she informs Pompey that if there were more guards hiding around their meeting space, then she would have had more helmets. heh Oh, Xenie. I think I know why Gabrielle’s turning out to be such a little punk ...or vice versa? Is Gabrielle actually a bit of a bad influence on Xena? XP

So, this fight just struck me as really odd. Xena passes her sword to Flora though she (Xena) needs to battle the big boss of the episode, and… actually, is totally right. The king throws a single wide-ass punch, waits while Xena kicks the guy behind her a few times, lets himself get kicked in the face a couple of times, and then comes at her with a little piece of chain, presumably from the restraints that were intended to keep Flora in place during her execution. Sir, you have a sword! A giant sword, right there on your hip! What are you doing? Then, when Xena kicks him a final time and sends him flying, his (supposed-to-be) metal armor is no match for the splintered wood of the axe she broke earlier. …Okie. XD XD XD   *gif below*

Xena once again leaves her chakram somewhere. …And I am now imagining this being part of Gabrielle’s maid duties: the poor kid has to go find Xena’s weapons each night and bring them back to her. I’m especially imaging the fluffball hilariously, adorably struggling to get the chakram out of things like this wall, as she did with Xena’s sword in the tree stump in “Dreamworker,” but more parallel to the floor. Cuuuute! XD

This plus this 

*pic + GIF below*:

1.12 Beware Greeks Bearing Gifts

This scene too really made me wonder, though amused as well. Why is Gabrielle so surprised that the only city nearby, that they were headed to, is the one they find? Is she really being that loud? Is Xena goofing around with the bootlaces question? Why startle Gabrielle and then yank her into enemy territory screaming, when what you want is quiet? What’s with the trapdoor-spider soldiers? Xena’s pose throwing the chakram. XD Gabrielle mostly featherlight dance-y moves through the battlefield. XD XD XD Why is it that when Xena tells Gabrielle to stick right behind her, Gabrielle disappears? And what was with the bucket-sitting soldier? Gabrielle is like, “Oh; no, thank you!” when she sees him and turns tail. Then Xena ...follows her. “We’re goin’ this way! Now we’re goin’ that way!” But they still end up dead-ahead from where they burst out of the bushes. XD That was ridiculous and nonsensical, and I’m very confused but had lots of fun. heheheh  *gif below* [ETA: Darn! The original file was too big, so I had to remake the GIF and cut quite a few things out. :( Sorry]

Xena’s outta-nowhere crusade to emasculate Deiphobus coming full-circle. What was that all about?

Welp, I hope you had as much fun as I originally and then later did. Not so much in the middle with the collage-and-GIF-making and editing and redoing, but; y’know. XD Wouldn’t trade it for …Hm… Nevermind. LOL

If you missed any of the FFLMs, then please click on the corresponding number-links below. :D

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[elviehun]

I'm debating whether to send an extremely shitty poem I wrote. Because I find it funny and it brings back memories but as I said, it's really weird, not everyone would classify it as a poem and I'm very anxious about it in general. Also I don't know how to name it. HALP!

Ok Love. Let's say I'm a wise old one and I'm telling you a parable.

Once there was a girl who hasn't written poetry for 20 years solid. She had issues with even liking a pic of her musician crush. But. One day, that very convincing and very unfairly gorgeous boy announced a poetry competition. She was just fine, totally fine for almost 2 weeks. Then, she got a real nice bottle of wine. And about a few glasses later, a goddamn poem was born. It was shit. But, you know, wine, especially Hungarian wine, so she sent it.

It was TRASH and she sent it.

You, Honey, who I'm sure excels at feels put into words, should be more than fine. Send it. He's gonna love it. Because you're fucking wonderful. I'm sure he would love to read your thoughts.

Especially if it's funny. Who doesn't need a pick-me-up these days?

Naming it. Ughh. I can't really help with that, but from what I've learned from my favourite Hungarian poets, either name it the feeling it gives you, or the exact opposite. Then again, I can't poet, so😂.

I hope you still love me💕

[nightowlfandom]

Katsuki Bakugou- Cruel Prankster (Part 1)

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YOU GUYS I’M SICK!!! WHAT IS THIS TOMFOOLERY, SEND HALP

Leggo!

....

You were perhaps the most adorable thing anyone has ever had the pleasure of speaking to. You were happy-go-lucky and always had a smile on your face no matter what mood everyone seemed to be in. It wasn’t an act or a fake-out, it’s just who you were.

As weird as it seemed, no one ever saw you sad or saw you cry. It was refreshing to see such a positive person everywhere.

“Good Morning Izuku!” You skipped past your green haired friend. “Looking good champ!”

“Hi Y/N-Chan!” Izuku waved to you as you practically hopped down the halls.

“Hiya Shoto!” you waved to the half and half haired cool guy.

“Hello Y/N.”

You proceeded to walk down the halls, saying hello to everyone you passed by who welcomed you with a smile.

“Looking good Iida!” You called.

“And a very good morning to you Y/N!!”

“Oh so you aren’t gonna say hello to me?!?!” an obnoxious voice ripped through the air making you stop. You turned around and saw the ticking time-bomb that was Bakugou.

“..Hi.” you shyly smiled , before turning back around.

“Can you believe her!!!” Bakugou barked as Kirishima walked up shaking his head.

“Maybe she just doesn’t like you” He laughed.

“It’s not that far fetched. Y/N is nice to everyone, except for you Bakugou.”

“I DON’T REMEMBER ASKING YOU, DEKU!” Bakugou barked in response. “Hm, I’ll teach that brat to be rude to me! I’LL SHOW HER!”

“How exactly do you plan on doing that? No one exactly has a vendetta against Y/N.” Todoroki commented watching you pay close attention to a stray weed flower that another student was showing you.

“Shut up! I know what I’m doing!” he barked in reply, glaring as you walked up to a group of girls who seemed to welcome you the same as the other students.

What was so great about you anyways?! Why did everyone like you!?!?!? Hell if he knew.

...

You stopped by your locker to get something. “Leave it to me to forget.” you shook your head. Iida had given you a folder of extra papers from that time you were absent and you forgot to give them back to him. You were about to open the locker when Izuku came rushing up to you, looking like he had something super important to say.

“Y/N!!” Izuku ran up. “Good you’re still here!”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you raised an eyebrow. "Did you need help with something?”

“No! It’s Kacchan!” he breathed. “He’s planning something!”

“Like what?” you replied, closing the tiny locker door.

Suddenly, something fell on your head, something liquid and very gross smelling. You froze in place as everyone turned to look at you also in shock. You clothes were soaked in this mystery fluid and you could tell from the smell of it that it wasn’t something that probably shouldn’t be on you. You stared at your hands and clothes in shock, looking around and wondering who would have done this.

“Like that.” Izuku frowned, realizing he was too late. You both looked up and saw something rigged right above your head.

You suddenly heard Bakugou’s howling laughter roar throughout the hall as he pointed at you.

“HOW’S THAT FOR A HELLO” He kept laughing, despite not noticing how everyone else wasn’t.

Whatever you were covered in stank to high heavens and the fumes felt like they were stinging your eyes. If whatever you were covered in got into your eyes, you definitely might have been blinded. No one had ever seen you frown before, but it was definitely a heartbreaking sight. They would never question their curiosity again because it was exactly as they thought it would be.

Heart-shattering.

You looked up an Bakugou who was still laughing when a sob ripped through your throat, causing him to freeze along with everyone else. The frown on your face said everything, you didn’t find his joke to be very funny.

“Are you crying?” he asked lowly. “Are you really crying right now?!! IT WAS A JOKE, DUMMY!”

You covered your face with your hands and just stood there sobbing your eyes out. You had never been more embarrassed in your life. You continued crying while Bakugou went on about how you were one of those girls who didn’t know how to take a joke. You looked up at Bakugou, now more angry than sad.

“WHAT DID I EVER DO YOU YOU!?!’ you had trouble getting out the words. “DO YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH! IS MY EXISTENCE THAT MUCH OF AN INCONVENIENCE TO YOU...YOU” You tried to find the words to say. “...YOU GLORIFIED ATOMIC BOMB FROM HELL!” You continued to sob. Instantly, you pushed past him and ran as far as you could. You couldn’t help but choke on your own breaths as you slammed the doors behind you.

Everyone looked out the window and noticed that as you ran down the sidewalk, the flowers around you began wilting and dying.

Soon, everyone’s attention was turned to Bakugou.

“Well, you got the reaction you wanted. I hope it was worth it Bakugou.” Todoroki shook his head.

“Geez.” Izuku commented, watching as Uraraka, Mina, and Momo chased after you, each calling for you. “You didn’t have to be so mean.”

“SHUT UP DEKU!” Bakugou growled in response.

“Hey, I gotta go with him on this one. You messed up, man.” Kirishima shook his head.

...

You walked through the halls the next day staring down at your feet, you didn’t look up at anyone, you didn’t talk to anyone, you just walked. No one dared try to approach you, or even say a word. Your little show yesterday still had everyone shaken up.

“Well what do we have here!?”

A certain voice ripped through the hall.

“Is Y/N, the little sensitive brat still mad at me?” Bakugou laughed. You stayed quiet. “Hey! I’m talking to you.”

“Leave me alone.” you mumbled.

“What?!” Bakugou replied.

“...You heard me. I said leave me alone.” you tried to walk past him, but he blocked your way.

“What if I don’t want to!?” he challenged.

“.....”you turned the opposite way and decided that ,maybe a detour would get him off your back.

...

“Here.” A lunch box was thrown in front of you.

You had been avoiding Bakugou for three days, so you were surprised when he finally found you in an empty classroom.

‘What’s this?”

“I haven’t seen you eat lunch in four days, take it and eat it.” he demanded like a stern parent. “Your quirk could suffer if you aren’t well fed.”

“Why do you care? You insult my quirk every chance you get.” you mumbled, opening the box. You were welcomed (and surprised) by all your favorite foods in the box. Almost as if he knew exactly what you liked in and out. But it’s not like Bakugou took his time to ask around and demand from your friends to know your favorite places to hide or favorite things to eat, that would be stupid!...right?

“I don’t. I just don’t need you slowing me down just because you aren’t caring for yourself.” he replied. “So sit down and eat...and..I guess I’m sorry about that prank.”

“You guess?!” you repeated in shock. “Let me guess, Izuku got in your head and convinced you to try and wave some stupid white flag to get me to forgive you?” you spat. “Or did Iida threaten you or something?”

Bakugou hid his surprise, he never heard you speak in that tone before. Your voice was usually happy sounding and giggly, this side of you could even freeze over a volcano.

“No!” he retorted. “It’s just seeing you cry over something so little is ridiculous that I figure that-...you’re crying again!!?!” he growled, seeing you sniff.

“It wasn’t a joke to me.” you turned away, wiping your eyes. “Why are you so mean to me?”

“Because...you’re so nice to everyone that it could get you into trouble!” he fired back. “Plus you never treat ME with the same respect.”

“Because my first day here, I tried to say hi to you and you laughed in my face.” you said sheepishly. “Then you said that if I thought I was worthy if being your friend then I was mistaken.” you recalled your very first day back then.

“Well WHY DID YOU LET ME GET IN YOUR HEAD THEN?!” he exploded again, crossing his arms. “I’m not that much of a monster...plus...you aren’t...completely useless.”

He would never compliment your quirk, ever. He wouldn’t compliment anybody’s and you weren’t any different...but he had to admit...you were pretty good at what you were able to do.

“and...y-you aren’t a complete worthless person” he mumbled.

“Huh?” you were confused. “Do you hate me or like me because you’re starting to confuse me now!” you whined.

“God-damnit! Do I have to do everything?!” he snapped. Before you knew it, Bakugou put his hands on both your shoulders and kissed you suddenly. To keep you from pulling away, his hands moved to your cheeks, gently caressing each side of your face.

He pulled away to find you looking as if you just saw a ghost. You could only pray he didn’t see the way your face was heating up like a tea kettle.

“N-now stop being sad and dreary! You look...nice when you smile.” he snapped, mumbled the last part.

“I do?” you raised an eyebrow. “I thought you hated me?”

“I do! I mean...I don’t! I mean..ARGH!” he seethed. “SHUT UP!”

“I didn’t say anything!” you pouted!

“ARGH!” Bakugou kissed you again, this time wrapping his arms around your waist. You were taken aback when one of his hands gingerly held onto the back of your head. Not knowing what you were doing, you gently held onto his shirt collar returning his affections.

Bakugou must have come to his senses before he pulled away from you, inhaling sharply as if he was almost drowning.

“Uh....eat your f-food stupid. I’m not leaving until that box is empty.”

Wordlessly you sat down and Bakugou pulled up a chair and sat across from you, both of you thinking the exact same thing.

What. the. hell. just happened...and why did you like it so much?

[angel-e-v-a]

I Have No Idea What’s Happening

As the title says. This used to be just an ordinary blog for Supernatural + people I drool about (sorry not sorry *cough*), and then during the last month it took so many weird turns.

First there was the endless spam of Lucifer!Sam, then it suddenly became a Saileen trash blog (send in any edits of them you may have, dying here), and now it’s Michael!Adam turn...

The worst thing is: when I get a new obsession, I don’t stop with the old ones, I just add to the pile, so...

Halp pls. Send in a therapist. Season 15 is doing me in. 

[cinemaocd]

Jared Harris made me watch The Other Boleyn Girl (2003)

and I have thoughts

Most of my thoughts are just keyboard smashing about how fucking ridiculously attractive Jared’s Henry is. Like SRSLY. SEND HALP.

But beyond that, this is a actually not as terrible as I thought it would be, mainly because good actors can sell you anything, I swear. It’s not just Jared that is great, the whole cast is actually really excellent and they all deserve better, frankly.

While I have not read the book, I have read a couple other Philippa Gregory novels and I don’t like her writing that much. And the fact that she presents herself as a historian is kind of laughable to be honest.

Having said that, there is a part of me, the part that likes to write plot, and the part of me that enjoys new twists or takes on an old theme that is admiring of the sheer balls it takes for her to make a novel out of these particular headcanons. I doff my cap to her for that.

In future whenever I am tempted to scale back an idea because it’s too OUT THERE I will remember that Philippa Gregory looked at the incest charges and went: Well what if Mary was really in love with Henry, and Anne slept with Harry Pearcy and Mary told her parents, so Anne decided to steal Henry for revenge. And then what if after having a girl and Henry stepping out on her Mary suggested that Anne FUCK HER BROTHER in order to get pregnant because he was the only man she was allowed to be alone with without being chaperoned...I mean she WENT there. It’s breathtaking levels of cheek, honestly.

But parts of it kind of make sense in a weird character-ish way, and I’m not mad at it.

I really am not crazy about the “shakey cam” video blog style of the film. I have always thought a Wolf Hall/The Office parody would be hilarious so actually trying to do a serious version of that is kind of weird. But it does have the advantage of making the scenes all feel very intimate and it means that Jared Harris gets to do loads of Husky Whispering and let me tell you I’m there for that.

Oh did I mention that we see Jared’s ass in this film. Hot Buns indeed, sir.

I will never, ever watch the film version though because I can’t stand the idea of Rylance as Thomas Boleyn. So I guess I know what TOBG is about now and that’s fine.

I’m not going to even try to list the historical inaccuracies in the film. Gregory’s interpretation of the events, is at best Canon Adjacent, but mostly it’s just an AU. There are plenty of places where the scant amount we know about Mary and Anne directly contradicts her interpretation. She just handwaves those things away. Which is fine in fiction. As long as you don’t go around presenting yourself as a historian...

Gregory’s take on Crom is pretty terrible, and very much of a piece with how he was portrayed in media, prior to Wolf Hall so, I’m not going to get too bent out of shape about it. There is a cool scene where Anne just shouts, “My man Thomas Cromwell” and I was like OMG #Relatable.

Gregory’s take on Anne is really, really extreme, I think. I’m no Anne Boleyn stan by any means, but it just seemed over the top in terms of sheer bitchiness and malevolence toward Mary. She makes Hilary Mantel seem almost balanced by comparison.

[sunlithalo-goldeneyes]

📐 For Fabian or Haven? Just if you feel like it/have ideas

I did both. I had the stuff to make Fabian laying around (I thought) and then I ended up replacing his whole outfit. Halp. Haven was just…hard. SO MUICH HAIR.

Anyways, first Fabain, then Haven, and all the credits under the cut.

This is super long s( my thoughts and content credits below :) 

So Fabian I based directly on his comic iteration. In the one instance of him having colored eyes I could find, they were green, so that’s what I went with. His other really interesting feature, I though, is his lips never seem to be well-defined, so I left them skin color and made them a bit narrow. Fabian also struck me as the sort of dude to wear a lot of bling, hence the St.’s medallion and the watch, as well as a yellow(I wish it was gold pretend please) earpiece, as a nod to his...headset...thingy. I also thought the jacket-over-the-shoulder looked kind of like his cape, unfortunately, there was no red one so I just nodded to his acolytes color scheme with all the dark blues. Also pronounced belt buckle...for reasons. 

Haven was...hard. I had to find a skin that made her still look older without looking old, I HATE that hair but it was the only one I could find that worked with all her accessories and thicc body, and I don’t think anything is the same shade of gold :’(. I based her actual face of a piece I think you had commissioned bc her face in the comics is 1) always partially obscured and 2) looks very...almost Japanese? Which is weird. So I decided maybe marvel didn’t know how to draw Indian women so I just...disregarded them. Her color scheme and earrings are a nod to her comic iteration, IDK if she could ever actually wear them. 

Enough word vomit, onto the credits! Once again if you ever or ever own Sims 4 and get this custom content for yourself, I can send you the sims!

Fabian Genetics/Makeup - Skintone, Skin Details (1, 2, 3,) Nose Preset, Jaw Preset, Eye color, Hair, Face Highlight(I Can’t find it anywhere, it may have gotten taken down, but it’s called Poly Face Shine). 

Clothes/Accessories - Ear Piece, Necklace, Eyelashes, Shirt, Pants

HavenGenetics/Makeup - Skintone, Skin Details (1, 2(V6), 3, 4, 5), Body Preset, Eye Color, Hair, Eyeshadow, Eyeliner, Blush, Lipstick

Clothes/Accessories - Headdress, Earings, Eyelashes, Necklace, Bracelets(There is no direct link to there, you have to go to the accessory page and ctrl + f to search for “dual and simple fine bracelet multi set”), Rings, Top, Skirt, Sari

[symphonyofmars]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

(A Loki fanfic)

As, it seems, many of my fics have started, this one started with a random dream. Writing down the dream then sparked the part of my brain that compulsively wanted to create, and it was like I was snatched up by a muse, stuffed into a rickety wagon and jolting down a dirt road with no choice by to be there for the ride.

(This babyfic is also part of the reason House of the Dead has been having lateness issues. This, and work. But mostly work. I am going to work on this one as well as HotD during my NaNoWriMo ‘hiatus’.)

This fic takes place in some weird space after Infinity War (in which Loki doesn’t die) and who-even-knows-I-sure-don’t-I’m-just-the-vessel-tasked-with-writing-this-down (send halp).

(Also, I headcanon Loki as being a fashionista and liking people who are also well-dressed. I think it could be because my bf is British and owns some very stylish clothes and my ex was... neither British nor in possession of stylish clothing, so like... well, dressed men are very much a turn on. Get you a fitted suit, boo.)

Anyway, here it is: Cold Hands, Warm Heart (Send me a message or leave a comment and let me know if you like it!)

Words: 2,085

Also, MASTERLIST

To say that you were feeling yourself today would have been a complete understatement. You had the whole goth witch look down – a wine-colored wide brimmed wool hat that matched your also wine-colored short shorts, black leggings that had the Death tarot card printed on them in white screen-print, a black crop top that had a white screen print of the sun and moon, a mesh black kimono style robe, a leather bag with long fringe, and the black-with-wooden-heel Jeffery Campbells that you blew most of your last paycheck on in a frightening display of “TREAT YO’ SELF” that had you cackling as you clicked the ‘order’ button, and then sighing to get up and get your credit card because it was the first thing you ever ordered from the site. Your hair was fluffed out into a mane befitting of a lion or possibly Cher during her The Witches of Eastwick/If I Could Turn Back Time look, and your makeup was so on point it might have become sentient and stabbed someone all on its own. Speaking of looks, your look was such a look that it transcended straight into a LÜK.

If someone asked if maybe, just possibly, you had binge watched all of nikki fart’s YouTube videos the night before and found a kindred spirit in the sheet dress wearing icon, and you said no, it would have been a lie. But you wouldn’t have said no, because icons don’t lie. Except when they do, but this wouldn’t have been something to lie about. A real lie would be if someone asked if you enjoyed your boring-ass office job – days of sitting on your ass until both cheeks were numb, making calls to people you didn’t care to talk to about things you didn’t care to talk about – and you said yes. But you would never say yes.

Because icons don’t lie. Except for when they do.

This look was no lie, however. You walked down a street in New York City with your LÜK and so much swagger that if you had an energy it would have been of the Big Dick variety. And, let’s face it, that was the energy you exuded as you stomped down the sidewalk in your “too tall” heels, towering over everyone else’s energy with such a ferocity that the sidewalk was your personal runway, and the girl who stole your boyfriend was at the end of it with a broken leg, and you had come to watch the doctors cut it off.

But that’s not where you were going. You didn’t even have anything to do today, having called in sick on a Friday so you could have a three-day weekend and decided to dress like you actually liked yourself for once – instead of wearing the stuffy white shirt and black ‘slacks’ of your office attire – and gone outside to remind yourself was being outside was actually like. Being outside, in and of itself, would almost be weird, if you weren’t the queen of ‘currently making being outside your bitch’ today.

Because you were walking down the sidewalk of a major city, most people – sadly – had not noticed this energy or your queenliness. But if you had noticed their not noticing you would not have cared because your look was for you and not them.

One person, a man standing on the street corner talking to another man, did seem to notice you as you walked by. He was tall, and dressed entirely in black, so he was obviously on your level when it came to fashion. He was wonderfully pale, like a porcelain doll, and had the most piercing blue eyes. As you walked by the world seemed to take on the slow-mo intro scene of the ‘hot girl’ in most teen flicks from the 90s. You had just turned back from checking the light at the crosswalk, intending to cross, to see him and his cool blue eyes already riveted with the sight of you. It was obvious he was no longer listening to the man he stood with, a taller, bearded, blond man, and had noticed you before you noticed him. Your eyes met as you strode past, and you looked away as you spun on your heel to a stop at the entrance of the crosswalk. What a move.

You knew his eyes were still on you, and you couldn’t help but look up again to check. Just who the hell was he, thinking he could look that good and stare at you like that? Finally the man he was with noticed he wasn’t being listened to and looked where his companion was looking, at you, his expression betraying that he couldn’t understand why he was so enamored with you.

The speaker below the walk/don’t walk sign went off as the walk sign lit up and you, slave to the urban urge to follow the orders of signs because you had no real plans for the day, stepped into the crosswalk. Unbeknownst to you, the tall dark-haired man with the piercing blue eyes had walked after you, leaving his friend behind. Or at least, it would have been unbeknownst to you had you not had the whim of pulling a Harriet the Spy, and took out your compact mirror and angled it to see behind you. Seeing that he had instead followed you, you let the crowd close around you, allowing him to lose you.

He made it to the other side of the street, confused as to where you were while you watched him for a moment over someone’s head before apologizing for being in their way. You tapped his shoulder and he spun around.

“Hey,” you say.

His face relaxed from its expression of worriment and his lips pulled into a smile. “Hey.”

“Did you just follow me across the street?”

He looked across the street to where he had been standing and talking to the tall, blond man, who opened his arms as if to say ‘what the fuck?’ from the other side of the road. “Sorry. I… Yes.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, an attempt at intimidation maybe, but you couldn’t help but smile at the same time. “Why?”

He inhaled sharply, trying to think of an answer. “I don’t know, I saw you and I just… I had to be near you.”

You smiled again. “You’re a little weird.”

He returned the smile, perhaps taken aback by the ease and decisiveness of your assessment.

“Well dressed though.”

He looked down as his outfit – suit, trousers, shirt, tie, all of it black – and looked up at you.

“Although I might have gone with a color for the tie. Maybe a brocade. Give it a little texture.”

He looked as his tie and considered your statement. His expression told you that he thought you might be right.

“Maybe green.”

“Green is my favorite color.”

“That must be why you’d look so good in it.”

He smiled and then pointed at your shorts and your hat. “Is red your favorite color?”

You looked at you shorts and then back to him. “Yes.”

“That must be why it looks so good on you.”

You heard the gentle thud of footsteps and turned around to see that his friend has now joined you. “Well,” you said, not wanting to delay them any longer and wanting to leave an impression, “I have to get going.”

You moved past him to leave and he stood still for just a moment before turning around.

“Wait!”

You stopped and turned.

“I want to see you again.”

You smiled. “Oh? Well…” you said as you sauntered back towards him. “You might want to tell me your name first.”

He smiled, perhaps embarrassed that he forgot to introduce himself. “I’m Loki. This is my brother Thor.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Did your mother have an affinity for Norse legend and a hatred for names with more than four letters?”

Thor’s eyebrows knit in confusion while Loki laughed awkwardly. “I guess you could say that. The first one, not the second.”

You hummed as you thought to yourself for a moment. “I suppose you can’t really pick your own name at birth. Well, Loki, why don’t you give me your phone number?”

Loki’s face lit up.

“You don’t have a phone,” Thor said quietly.

Loki appeared to visibly deflate when he heard this, appearing to have minor internal turmoil for a moment before smiling again. “I can get a phone.”

“How do you not have a phone?” You ask, incredulous as hell.

“I—I’m from England. I’m moving here but I haven’t gotten an American phone plan yet. And… my phone broke yesterday on the flight.”

This sounded like bullshit to you, but you didn’t know enough to call him out on it. However, his brother screwed up his face in a look of confusion for a moment before Loki smacked him in the chest and he stopped.

“Alright,” you said and dug a pen out of your bag and searched for a piece of paper while Loki looked at you eagerly. You gave up the search, and sighed. “I don’t have anything to write on.”

He held out his hand, bewildering himself with the speed at which he did so.

You looked at his hand for a moment before comprehending what he meant and pulled it towards you, pulling his sleeve up a little bit so you could write on the inside of his wrist.

“What are you doing?”

“You should never write a phone number on the palm of someone’s hand, they’ll just sweat it off.”

As you wrote your phone number you could feel his pulse under your fingers where you held onto him. It quickened although the appearance he was giving off was one of relaxed calm. As he watched you he exhaled slowly and you could feel the heat of his breath on your neck. As you finished you looked up at him, the lines around his eyes were soft, caring. He smiled.

Before you released his hand, a thought occurred to you. “Oh!” And you jotted a ‘+1’ in front of it. “Since you’re from England.”

He looked at his hand for a moment like he didn’t understand what that meant.

You smiled, shoved your pen back into your bag and turned to walk away.

“Wait!” he called after you. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You said and swung back around to enter the subway station.

Loki turned to Thor and grinned, but then his smile dropped as panic set in, “I need a phone! I need to get a phone!”

Thor nodded, amused by his enthusiasm and confused that he seemed to be completely smitten with you. This was the brother who tried to talk him out of staying with his own human girlfriend years ago. He wondered if he should point that out before realizing that there wasn’t a point, he had never seen his baby brother so happy before in his long life and wanted to help. He thought for a moment, and then realized that Tony could probably set him up with something.  He guessed that all the other Avengers who lived on Earth probably had cell phones with amazing service and unlimited data, not that he truly understood what either of those things were, but he had heard them talk about Tony’s private cellphone service before and that it was amazing and also free.

Tony winced at first at the idea of giving Loki a phone which would not only let him bother a human woman, but also allow him to bother the rest of the Avengers. Thor had to convince him that his brother was over his “You know, just his whole trying to be evil. He was only evil at the time because he was sad. He’s fine now.” To which Tony sighed and retrieved one of the phones for him.

“It should be able to withstand going through the Bifrost, but if it doesn’t just find me and we’ll figure something out,” he said and wearily walked into the other room.

Peter, excited that Loki had a phone and not knowing much about him aside that ‘he had attacked Earth that one time,’ sat next to him and helped him set it all up and gave him his own number and had him texting within the hour.

“Loki, stop sending me texts with nothing but eggplants in them!” Tony hollered from the other room.

[nastymeowmeow]

So I started talking to an old friend. We hooked up a long time ago and the sex wasn't great, but he spends long periods of time eating out and his massages are the bomb dot com. So he convinced me to go on a date with him. He's really polite and confident and more experienced and has his shit together so I thought why not just go on a date and see what happens? Maybe I'm not 100% gay. Maybe I just hate MOST men?

Anyways. Date night. Not a single thing we planned happened. Instead of arcade and board game he invited his best friend over (she's a lesbian) and we played King's Cup and got WRECKED. Then I fingerbanged his best friend and she ate me out while he was sleeping and then we made a pillow fort and passed out.

So I'm pretty sure I'm super gay... and what's great is that's the first time I've ever had sex with a girl and I made her orgasm even though I had no idea what I was doing. I don't plan on seeing her ever again, mostly because she's 6 years younger than me and we don't have compatible lifestyles.

For the first time EVER I am actually hung over and it feels fucking awful when you're almost 30. I am way too old to be playing drinking games and having one night stands. I feel like garbage and I had to throw up, but there's nothing in my stomach to throw up.

Autumn hates throwing up because it always ends up in her nose. I, however am the queen of deep throating and have no gag reflex so puking feels great to me. Just EMPTY ME UP, BRUH.

Anyways. Date night was wild and I ended up hooking up with his best friend instead. That's what he gets for putting two drunk lesbians in the same room.

Some dude that I've known for like 10 years messaged me yesterday. Offered me $300 for a photo of me, topless, with his name written on my hand. I declined, but was flattered and wish someone would pay that much for my art?

I don't know if somebody washed my clothes with pheromones, but all of the sudden people want my dick and it's super weird because I'm still trying to handle my

🥠 e M o T i O n A L d a M a G e 🥠

Being hung over is not fun. Halp. Somebody send me an adult. I wanna die, but not in a suicidal way.

Speaking of suicide. Is it an attempt at suicide to not wear your seatbelt? Why is it a law that you have to wear one? If I want to be put through my windshield going 45 miles an hour and paint the road with my cerebral fluids, I feel like that should be my choice? Who are the police to tell me I can't risk it for the biscuit?

Anyways. I'm gonna hug my toilet and regret all of the decisions I have made in the last 12 hours.

[khia-ria]

The Connect Tour LA

I'm just writing this stuff down for my memories, so itll be all over the place. I don't really care who reads. I'll be adding things as I remember them

Changkyun came for me last night fix it Jesus. Came by is a lot. Was the first person to come to that side of the stage too.

Hyungwon was over there the most. Everybody in my general area was a hyungwon stan last night lmao so much fanservice from him I love.

One time hyungwon was over there waving at people behind us and he made a weird face so I laughed at him and he saw it. He smiled at me when he saw omg

I was doing a typical black dance to fallin when jooheon was over by my side of the stage and jooheon saw and kinda laughed and walked away. Not like a she's funny laugh but like a "ok I see you" type of laugh

Idk if he was but it looked like jooheon was looking straight into my camera so imma pretend like he was lol

Shownu so damn fine omg but he didn't wave a lot per usual

WONHO SO FUCKING THICCC BOIIIII

THOSE WHOTE PANTS SEND HALP

AND THE OUTFIT WITH THE BULLETPROOF VEST OMGGGG

Kihyuns undercut BYE he so fine and is a smol bb

Kihyun was hype af a vocal king omg

Hyungwons wet hair was something hahahahha

So proud of them and their English wowowowowow shownu impressed me the most

Minhyuk did a really good job too. And hyungwon

Jooheon said we were hot like his body? Idkidkidk

Jooheon Versace on the floor outfit OOoOOOOOOoooO

Destroyer destroyed me congrats

Changkyun trying to backwards shuffle goodbye

The we love you competition hahaha

I almost cried during sweetheart it was so beautiful

Omg can minhyuks hair stay like that forever

Changkyun needs to stop with the body rolls thanks

Hyungwon mocking kihyun saying LA during the intro lmfaooo

Minhyuk putting cold water bottles on wonhos nipples

I faintly remember someone singing mi gente. I think it was jooheon

[itsaglitchthing]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

What's your sun sign?

I am an Aries ♈

On of the 3 fire signs if I remember right!

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#4

When you're sitting at work, shift not started yet, but wondering: "Hey, should I maybe post more on Tumblr?"

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#3

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

I am that weird combination of "I'm up when I'm up, and I dont know why I'm up." xD

I used to be a morning person, but since I fracked my sleep schedule so so sooooo bad I'm a night owl anymore. Been trying to fix the shite sleep schedule lmao

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#2

Invading Asks!!!!

Think of one word to describe me or my blog.

then another one

What's one thing you want to do right now but can't?

YESSSSSSSS! Hello my lovely >:3 Thank you so much~

Well I guess we just met, so I can't describe you very well yet beyond cool~ But the first word that pops up when I see your blog is "Dad" xD Cause the first thing I see when I tap the notification from you is Alex xD

pleasedontjudgethat thereisareason isweartogodsthereisoneowo

One thing I really wanna do right now is to finish writing some wips, but I have really been hitting a block with my writing and with my art for a while ;w;

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Oh Gods... I have the robot chicken clucking stuck in my head... send help ;w;

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[zimniysoldat-fiction]

Across the Universes; One Night in Paris

Summary: S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, and close friend of the Sorcerer Supreme, Tazia Cozier, is inadvertently sent to a different universe where nothing is the same. To get his friend back, Dr. Strange sends the Winter Soldier across universes to find her and bring her home.

Warnings and Ratings: a spattering of stronger language choices

Author’s Note: I’m worried that I’m slowing down. I’m being indecisive on direction and uninspired in content. Halp? ._.

Also, images found via Google Image Search. Credit where it is due, text added by me.

Series Masterlist

Quite some time ago…

The full moon took up most of the Parisian skyline, shining so bright it took on a pale blue hue, making it easy for Tazia to see in the dark when a small commotion in the kitchen woke the young girl up. Throwing the heavy down comforter off of her, Tazia swung her legs out off the mattress and hopped off the bed. The birchwood floor was cold as she padded across her bedroom to the hallway.

“Fais-tu, mama?” Tazia croaked, still half asleep as she walked down the hallway.

“Fuis! Fuis, Tazia!” her mother cried.

“Maman?” Tazia whimpered as she turned the corner.

There was a strange woman standing with Tazia’s mother. The first thing she noticed was the woman’s fire red hair spilling out from under a crimson bandana. The next thing she noticed was the woman’s long fingers. Her eyes bulged with sheer terror and Tazia froze. Those fingers were unnaturally long, at least as long as her forearms, each one razor sharp at its tip. She looked more annoyed than angry, which only served to scare Tazia more.

“A child?” her voice sounded weird to Tazia. “Delightful!” she sneered. “Where’s your father, child?”

“P-papa?”

“Run, Tazia!” her mother screeched. “NOW!”

Tazia pivoted on her toes and dashed toward the apartment door. She fumbled over her feet as she ran, trying to ignore the screams that turned her blood to ice.

The cobblestone outside was even colder against her bare feet than her bedroom floor was, and her tears stung her eyes.

“Aidez-moi! Aidez-moi!” she wailed as she ran.

She was running blind, barely able to make out shapes through her flood of tears. She was so terrified, she hadn’t even realized that she ran into someone. She was still trying to run when those familiar arms wrapped around her, pulling her in until her nose was buried in the familiar scent of flannel.

“Tazia! Does your mother know you’re out here in your nightgown?”

“Dad?” she sniffled, “Daddy!” she wailed.

“Where’s your mom, sugarplum?”

“Sh-she! Th-there was a lady.” she whimpered, “Je pense qu'elle a tué maman.”

“Why would you say that?” Logan frowned.

“Th-the screams. Mommy’s screams…” Tazia wept in her father’s arms.

“What lady?” he growled.

“The one with scary hands.” she whimpered, rubbing her nose on her daddy’s shirt.

“Yuriko!”

That was the first time she saw her father angry, the first time she heard hatred in his voice. It was the first time she heard that chilling sound.

Snikt!

Some years later…

“So, do you have claws like your dad?” the boredom was unbearable, and so the friendly interrogation began.

“What?” Tazia’s face contorted with confusion as she took her eye off of the sight, looking at her new partner. “No. What the hell?”

“Are you a mutant, like your dad?” Bucky asked while biting a hangnail off of his thumb.

“Why are you asking these questions?” she sighed, looking through the sight once again, searching for signs of their target.

“Bored as hell, is all.” he shrugged.

“Yes,” Tazia sighed, giving up on the sight for the time being and shifting to sit with her back against the wall. “I am a mutant.”

“What’s your power?” he asked despite her glaring.

“Heightened senses—especially smell,” she tucked her hair behind her ears. “I have dad’s strength, according to my brother, and I can heal. Just not as fast as him. Not yet, anyway.”

“What about that green thing in your eye?”

“Birthmark.” she looked up at the sky; it was going to start raining soon. “We should get inside.”

Bucky nodded and silently started packing everything up. He wondered if his new partner knew that he was the one who killed her half-brother’s mother all those years ago, that he was the reason Daken had gone down the path that he did. Both Bucky and Daken were pawns in a truly horrific game, sure, but that didn’t stop Bucky from harbouring a tremendous amount of guilt and remorse for murdering the pregnant woman.

Tazia, for her part, didn’t blame him for her brother’s lot in life, just as she didn’t blame Daken for trying to kill their father. She had no experience being a pawn in someone else’s grand design, but she understood the cruelty of it.

Instead, she was focused on listening to the foot traffic beneath them, searching out their target’s scent. She was certain that he wasn’t nearby, but that didn’t stop her from being careful. She didn’t want to screw up her first mission with a new partner.

“You coming?” Bucky asked, holding the rooftop door open. 

She nodded, strands of ebony bouncing free from her bun, framing her face perfectly. Their target wasn’t there, but the rain was only a moment away. Tazia led the way down the stairs, back to their hotel room.

Eighteen months ago…

«Welcome to Lorenz Adlon, do you have a reservation?» the hostess’s smile was warm, though her eyes remained cold and judgemental, giving Tazia the once over.

«Yes, I’m to meet my father here at two.» Tazia smiled, somewhat apologetically, knowing that her German sounded strange with her nomadic accent. «it should be under James Howlett?”

«Follow me.»

Tazia frowned as she listened to her heels echo through the open space. If her father was here, she couldn’t smell him. She was suddenly concerned that her excitement to see dad was leading her straight into a trap. But as the hostess sat her down across from the man with whom she shared half her gene sequence, she realized that it was so much worse.

“Daken! What the hell?” she scowled.

“If I had text you, would you’ve come?”

“I saw you before I left for this assignment!” she sighed, “of course I wouldn’t have come.”

Tazia had to bite back a smile. The truth was, she loved her brother. He was there for her in Derry when her grandparents died, he was there cheering her on (in his own, morose way) when she started working with Black Widow. He took her to his home in Japan to teach her how to better fight with blades, he gave her a tattoo that her healing factor wouldn’t reject. He was even there to comfort her when her first real relationship with Johnny Storm fell to pieces. 

She still couldn’t believe she had been dating her brother’s ex.

Before meeting Stephen Strange, her brother was the only friend Tazia had.

“See? Besides, it wasn’t a total lie.” Tazia only just noticed the strange mix sadness and glee in her older brother’s eyes. “It’s about dad.”

Tazia sat back, the colour draining completely from her face. Daken was never particularly keen on talking about their father. Logan didn’t know of Daken’s existence until son tried to murder father, whereas Logan was in the delivery room when Tazia was born. It was a sore spot for Wolverine’s first born. And yet here he was, making Tazia come out of deep cover because he wanted to talk to her about daddy dearest. As she studied him, Tazia noticed the oil buildup in Daken’s hair—he hadn’t been washing it as regularly as he usually would. His normally impeccably manicured nails were chipped and dirty. Tazia was suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

“Taz…dad’s dead.”

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