#uncreative caption i KNOW.

[ohmaerieme]

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[olderthannetfic]

One thing that people don't get regarding ai and disability is that there are disability aids that exist right now that depend on the same ai technology that everyone is currently freaking out about in fandoms, so when I see people say shit like using ai makes you the lowest of the low and uncreative I feel like they just think people who need to use aids because they are disabled are rotton and lazy.

examples include live captioning glasses for deaf and hard of hearing and apps that help blind people know how much money they are holding or describe what they are seeing in the camera. If you didn't know that those depend on ai I gotta assume that its because you didn't care to learn it or because you are assuming that you are better than other people who have been looking forward to when this technology was going to be developed for years.

I use the exact same ai that people freak out about to help me organize my day around my adhd, so I consider every word I write to be "written with the aid of ai" even though not a single word of it was generated.

If you can't think of a way that ai is being used for purposes other than as a cheat, it's because you are uncreative.

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[zaustavitezemlju]

i need ta rant and i dont wanna go bother my friends. so why not add to my digital footprint lets go future employers if you find this enjoy

uh. cw for like. talk abt slurs/racism(?)/homophobia nd transphobia (kinda)

i keep loosing my friends cuz theyre all saying stupid shit. not dropping names but lets say his name is tincan. so tincan and I have been feiends for like 3-4 yrs now and hes a great dude. bit weird soemtimws but hes silly and were on the same wavelength roughly. well imagine my surprise qhere one day in class he just randomly says the n word and stafts cackling like irs so funny!!!!! (hes white btw.) yes king racial slurs are mx FAVORITE form of comedy 😍😍😍 and so ofc i turn to him and im like. tincan that isnt ok what. and he goes dwdw i have the pass ........,........ i think that speaks for itself. and so i go ok. this dudes weird! and i will probably not be talking to him anymore!! but then we have like break right. two weeks and im travelling. out of NOWHERE.DEADASS NOWHERE WE HADMT TWXTED IN AGES. this man sends me a fucking DICK PIC. WITH RHE FUCKING CAPTION OF "i gotchu man since you like dick" NOT OUT OF NOWHERE YOU DRIED LIZARD. and i also didnt have data so i couldnt even reply for ages and it was horrible. and ofc i reply like tincan. what the actual fuck. AND THIS MF GOES "mb i thought you liked dick" LIKE HE WAS DOING ME A FAVOR OR SOME SHIT. so i get PISSEDDD. and i contemplate blocking him and im like youve changed fast af and hes like well what have i done other than send that pic. I DUNNO. SAID THE N WORD? SAID THE F SLUR TO. MY. FACE. AND LAUGHED IT OFF? AGREED WHEN ONE KF YOUR FRIWNDS WAS BEING TRANSPHOBIC TO ME INFRONT OF ME EVEN THOUGH YOUVE PREACHED SO MUCH ABOUT HOW YOUD NEVER STAND FOR THAT???? and then tincan was like ohh okk im sorry ill change for you. idk why he added for you it was weird and creepy and icky. sigh idk what to do tho bc like i dont want to completely push him away bc he is a valuable person to have for like general school matters. but i also do NOT want to be friwnds w someone like that. im just emotionally distancing myswlf for now like im not talking abt personal shit w him and im being more like surface level in convos

hes not rhe knly one tho like my closest friwnd rn is also kind of jumping on the bandwagon. he was talking abt rhis guy who he calls sometimws online and like plays games with (minecraft n shi) and he was like "oh yea he says the n word but its funny because hes british" (yea the guys white ofc (the online guy))and then proceeds to show me a clip of this guy saying the n word while theyre on voice chat while barely managing to hold his laughter. how is this funny im sorry huh? and i just like nodded or whatever cuz i was utterly dumbfounded that he would ever like even find something as stupid and uncreative as that funny. like........... 😧

anyway. i texted him and i was like yo just warning you i dont like the direction youre changing in and if i hear you say the n word we arent chill anymore bc its way too many ppl now. like be so real

what is so funny abt a racial slur. ill never know!!!!!

[han-jisung]

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[love-is-thereason]

After the headache-inducing shitshow last night, I had some time to think about what might be happening next for our girls and a few theories popped up in my head…

Theory #1 - Liv goes bat shit crazy after the betrayal and turns heel. And I mean like Harley Quinn feral crazy (to be honest, when Rhea did that creepy smile yesterday after beating up Liv, all I could think of is that she looks like a Joker with that wide-ass smile). And their relationship from now on would be that toxic love-hate, obsessed kind of relationship. 

Theory #2 - Speaking of obsessed. I saw somewhere someone saying that since last night, Rhea acts just like an obsessed ex-lover on social media (trying to mention Liv in her caption e.g LIVing brutality, Liv.Laugh.Love, liking Beth Pheonix's tweet about being heartbroken for Liv, etc.) So, Liv could now start distancing herself from Rhea, but Rhea deep down missing her and not standing not being around her at all times, and going into stalker/obsession mode. 

This ties in a little bit into Theory #3 - Liv being completely heartbroken over the betrayal and needing a friend to confide in. Cue, Sonya Deville. Sonya seeing how Rhea treated Liv and how she is so hurt by it, becomes a shoulder to lean on for Liv. They become closer each day and Sonya possibly develops a crush on Liv (which could fulfill Sonya’s old storyline idea she had for herself and Mandy - aka falling in love with her best friend). Rhea notices this and seeing Liv slowly become herself again becomes jealous and after realizing she fucked up, becomes obsessed with getting Sonya away and getting back with Liv. This, in turn, will provide the Rhea/Sonya feud storyline as well as the LBGTQ+ representation/storyline we have been deprived of.

And lastly Theory #4 - Liv is hurt by the betrayal and wants revenge. And instead of Rhea joining Edge’s stable, Edge and Damian after seeing what Rhea did to Liv and seeing how angry she is, reach out to her offering her help with the revenge and she'll turn heel (she did seem pretty pissed off at some point during the whole heel turn, that made me think for a moment that she might attack Rhea back). 

But knowing how WWE creatives work (and how LAZY AND UNCREATIVE they are), we will probably get the same fight each week (such as Rhea/Nikki feud where each week it was the same fight, the same plot, the same everything). Of course, with Rhea winning each time, because God forbid, you need to be crazy to give Liv any opportunities at anything. And then the storyline will probably get either slowly dropped, where you are confused if the feud is still a thing or not. Or they abruptly drop the storyline without any warning and immediately move to a new one.

WWE I'm begging at this point, please give our girls and us an exciting and creative storyline where they can shine and showcase their talents and get amazing opportunities (and this goes to all women on the roster, not just L4B). They deserve better than whatever the fuck you have been coming up for the past, God knows how many years.

[pixuou]

random 4am rant about the existential questions of posting sims stories on tumblr

now that i'm forced to stop with the storytelling posts for a minute, i thought i would share this thought that has been straining my brain for AGES: some time ago i read somewhere that the most common (and according to some, the most annoying) mistake writers make is being inconsistent with the use of past/present tense in their writing, and i'm going to take a wild guess and say this is probably even more of a thing for people who post their writing periodically - like us simblrs. and god damn it i only noticed this in my writing after a good while of having been posting my gameplay already, even though i knew about it before! and then once i realised i'd been doing it the whole time, i tried very hard to avoid it and stick to either past or present tense while writing about what my sims got up to, but failed over and over again. apparently some posts don't feel right in present tense, while other posts don't make sense in past tense. it also hugely depends on when i'm posting a certain bit of a story/gameplay - it's different to post screenshots fresh-out-of-the-game than to be a week behind and try to catch up on uploading and write about the events knowing fully well what happened in the game after. i am definitely more prone to do the latter, and so i've been thinking maybe i should try to stick to past tense. the funny thing is i barely notice when others make this "mistake", unless i'm binge reading a story of course. but normally my dashboard is full of gameplay stories mixed with each other and you simply just don't remember or care to start thinking about what tense that one blog usually posts their stories in and if they're consistent. i only get bothered by this when i catch myself writing like that. does anybody else obsess over this? or even care about it (either from a reader's or a writer's pov)? if you do happen to care about this or notice it in posts - which do you think suits sims stories on tumblr better? telling the story as if it happened in the past or is happening right now in the present? i guess it also depends on writing style and how far a player takes their stories from the literal things that happen in the game. omg now i could start philosophizing on this too - like is it okay if one day i post like i'm trying to write a novel, and the next day i don't have the energy and just go "stella earned a bronze gardening badge ! yay."? but i WON'T get deeper into this now i promise. if you have any opinions you'd like to share on this please do - i'm really curious! as for myself, i can't decide if i see myself more as an enthusiastic sims player sharing my game or as an enthusiastic but uncreative and lazy storyteller using the sims to have fun coming up with small bits of writing and dialogue when i feel like it. in fact even if you take away the posting and community aspect of it, i still feel this is a question in me that i can't answer - do i love the game for the game, or do i just use it as a platform that helps me bring out the creativity in me that i otherwise find overwhelming to do something about? what even is the game? ...but then i realise i really don't have to answer this. just do what makes you happy. i love playing and i love writing and maybe some of it is cringey, and maybe sometimes i don't have it in me to go all out with captions so i let the pictures speak more instead, and maybe i entertain myself the most of all with my posts, and maybe i mix past and present tense. but it makes me happy and that's all that matters.

...this started as a post about grammar

[querida]

Happy Phather’s Day!! Can you believe my phathers have a whole day dedicated to them??

[dionysia]

i rank the jellicle names in the norwegian cats translations

so i recently found a pdf of the norwegian paal brekke translation of old possum’s book of practical cats and i figured hey, i’m not the only lowlife cats stan on tumblr. so why not make a masterlist of all the fucking weird name changes, with rankings and all? so i’ll include the norwegian subtitles for cats 2019, where i can. enjoy. i aged at least a few years while writing this.

first of all, i’ll say that the norwegian title of the book is “to approach a cat”, which is what “the ad-dressing of cats” is called in norwegian. nice!

instead of jellicle, we’ve got “julliko” in the book. not ideal, but not all too bad. in the subtitles for the 2019 movie i saw it captioned as “sjelliker”, which i think is better, but hey, who cares?

moving on to names,

there’s an unnamed cat in the book, named in the naming of cats, called “clotilde”. and i can’t figure out who this is for the life of me.

see, my name is mathilde, and if i had a nickel for every time one of the norwegian translation cats had a name that sounds like or is related to mine, i’d have two nickels. two nickels isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

anyway.

the next interesting one is “jullikosela”, also from the naming of cats in the book. you guessed it, that’s jellylorum.

moving on to the loml gumbie cat. this is the second time a cat has something vaguely like my name. because instead of gumbie cat, in the book, they say “thilde-katt”. and instead of jennyanydots, it’s “prikkistrippiskrå.” this translates to dotty-stripey-slanted. neat. 10/10. in the movie, they call her annepanneflekk. this means “anne forehead spot”. there’s no translation to gumbie cat, for whatever reason. 0/10. anyway.

grumbuskin and tumblebrutus (god i love these), in the book, are called brannerød (which translates to Firey Red) and Tom L. Brutus. beautiful. 10/10

griddlebone, once again in the book, is called lårelin. which doesn’t… mean anything. i guess it could mean Thigh Linen. let’s not analyze that. 9/10. in the movie he’s called Grillebein. ugh. uncreative. 2/10

moving on, again. rum tum tugger. he’s called Rin Tin Taggen in the book and rum tom tapper in the movie. anyways. 0/10 for both.

you’ve heard of mungojerrie and rumpleteazer? forget em. i only know about Ringoharri and Trompenille. from the book, anyway. 7/10. i like ringoharri. NOT trompenille. the movie is a different story. there, we’re working with burma-harry and rampentussa. 7.5/10.

old deuteronomy is called Gamle Jeronimus in the book, and in the movie they wrote Game Profetikus. king. 10/10 for both.

the great rumpus cat? also known from the book as “Big Cat Ramm”. 0/10

mr. mistoffelees, in the book, is called Master Mistofelis. KING SHIT. although in the movie he was called mister metrøffelis. both of these slap. 10/10

macavity.... i love this one. he’s called Mapyteron. raw as fuck. 10/10. in the 2019 movie, he was called Makkentass. pathetic. 1/10.

gus the theatre cat, in the book, is called Klas, short for Klasparges. cozy. 8/10. however, in the movie, he’s called Gess, short for Aspargess. 2/10. i prefer klas.

grizabella’s not in the book, as we know, but in the movie they called her siam-ella. this slaps, but does it fit the vibe? no. 7/10.

bustopher jones, in the movie, is called bastian bull. i like this one. in the book, he’s dullerik dahl. both nice. 8/10 for both.

SKIMBLESHANKS!!!!!! i love this one. in the movie, he’s called LOKOSJEKK!!!! and i love that name. 10000/10. in the book, he’s bjartenbull. acceptable, only because it’s skimble. 5/10

and THAT’S ALL. i rewatched the 2019 movie for this. all of you should pay for my therapy.

[mxbottleflip]

The Boyz - Son Eric [Smut] :^)

sorry i'm too uncreative for captions

heya ! after procrastinating for the last few hours i'm finally able to post my very first smut, yay ! enjoy, my loves ♡

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pairing: {brattamer/dom!eric (tbz) x fem!brat!reader}

summary: {eric is busy studying and you think of a way to get his attention-turning into smut obv.}

word count: {~1,3-1,4k}

warnings: {none really, issa smut lol}

requested: {yes, by anon ! dw i gotchu :D}

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~tysm for the request !~

(also eric is still going to school in this au sksks felt like giving him homework to focus on fit pretty nice)

NOT PROOF READ BECAUSE I'M TOO LAZY MYSELF AND HAVE NO FRIENDS TO DO THAT FOR ME (:

ACTUAL START DOWN HERE

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the way eric licked his lips while working on his homework got you weak in the knees. he looked so incredibly hot whenever he was concentrating on something, you could watch him for years. "y/n could you please stop staring at me like that ? it kinda makes me nervous..", eric finally spoke up and turned around in his seat to look at you. you were sitting right next to him and probably haven't looked away a single time since he started studying.

your eyes were scanning his face, all of his features.. his damn good looking face almost made you angry. "what the fuck are you so handsome for ??", you yelled and let out a fake cry. eric just laughed at it and turned back to the bunch of papers infront of him: "yeah i mean if i had nothing good about me, i wouldn't have such a gorgeous girlfriend like you eh ?"

his words also put a smile on your face, but honestly you weren't in the mood for sweet talk right now. you've been extremely horny since you guys woke up in the morning and eric rather gave all his attention to his stupid homework than to his "gorgeous girlfriend".

"how long will that stuff take ? i've been waiting for hours and i need you right nowww", you whine. "mhm patience my girl, rushing me wont help you", he responds.

a sigh left your mouth and you let your hand fall on his thigh, resting it there for some time. he obviously didn't mind, so you started carressing it, giving it some squeezes in between. "y/n please, if the fact that you are staring at me all the time didn't make me nervous enough, this is, for sure.. i'll be finished very soon and will be all yours then, alright ?", he scratched his head and gently pushed your hand away from his thigh. flashing him the biggest smile and nodding at the same time, you stood up and walked over to his closet. you'd be getting what you wanted, one way or another.

you opened erics closet, looking for one of his shirts to throw on. after you found what you were looking for, you unclasped your bra and pulled your shirt over your head. tossing them both on the floor, you turned around to see if eric was looking - no chance. you groaned, took off your pants and threw them onto your other clothes. while quickly slipping his shirt over, you still kept an eye on him. honestly how could anyone look THAT hot while studying ??

you were now left with only his big ass tshirt and your panties on, making your way back to him. instead of sitting back onto your own seat, you let yourself down on erics lap. he let out a sigh once again: "you comfortable now, ma'am ?" you hummed in response and started to move around a little, trying to get even more 'comfortable'.

"if you insist on sitting in my lap, could you at least stay still ? listen, you're not the only person in this household who'd prefer to do something else right now, but i really have to get this done and having you move around on my dick is not helpi- is that my shirt you're wearing ??"

this time you didn't respond in any way, you just kept moving around and squeezing his thighs. eric tried to push you off of his lap, but you stayed stubborn: "is there a problem with it ? also,, your little friend's telling me you love having me in your lap.."

"no, there's not but.. please get up, i can't work like that ! and never call my dick 'little friend' again !", he complained. after he tried to push you away multiple times, you actually got up and were now standing next to him, looking like you don't belong anywhere.

"you know i'd love to spend my time with you right now, but i really have to focus on studying at the moment.. also, why the hell are you not wearing pants anymore ??", he groaned after seeing your bare legs poke out below his shirt, ".. you're really something else, you know that, right ? just let me finish my work now." you had to hold back a laugh at how annoyed he seemed, but compared to you, eric didn't think there was anything to laugh about. he rolled his eyes, concentrating on his studies again.

at this point you were becoming a little frustrated too, not understanding how he could still resist you and STILL prefer working on school rather than working on you (ehehe). all of the sudden an idea came to your mind, that one has to work for sure !you grabbed the pen he was currently writing with and threw it on the floor;

"oh noo, seems like you dropped something.. let me help you !"

you bend down in front of him, revealing half your ass and picking up the pen, when you're being pulled back onto his lap again. "enough of that, stop playing around already. you just wont let me study, will you ? fucking brat, you think you can keep acting up like that all day and expect me to stay calm ?"

out of shock you dropped the pen you just picked up again and immediatly felt your heat throbbing at his reaction.

did that really just work ??

now he was the one to squeeze your thighs, but he didn't go easy on you. he grabbed a handful of your flesh and roughly kneaded it until you felt a burning pain spreading in that area, the pain causing you to moan. "bet you just wanted me to snap at some point, right ? test how far you could push me until i go crazy ?" you hummed, slightly embarrassed at the fact, that seeing your boyfriend being annoyed of you turned you on that much.

after you admitted to that, his hands were quick to find their way to your core, rubbing your clothed clit. you let your head fall back onto his chest, "knew it.. ", he whispered. eric also murmured something else you didn't quiet understand, but you were just trying to enjoy the moment really. "all that teasing just for the tiniest bit of pleasure..", he then added, ".. you couldn't even be patient about it.. unbelievable."

after a good minute of him straight up teasing you, you started whining. "please, s-stop teasing me..", you stuttered.

"huh, what did you say ? weren't you the one to start all the teasing ?", he cheekily asked, and you just groaned in response. "come on, speak up baby, tell me what you want." "please.. just touch me eric god damn, i've been waiting for this the entire day, i really need you, please.."

that earned you a little chuckle from eric: "hmm i don't think you derseve to be touched at all, thinking of the way you acted up all day..", regardless of what he just said, he got rid of your panties and started properly rubbing your clit. his free hand went up to your throat, giving it a good squeeze, "you've been such a brat, not listening to me and teasing me all day.. shouldn't i be punishing you rather than pleasuring you now ?"

you shook your head 'no': "you just looked so good concentrating on your stuff and all and- oh fuck..", you were interrupted by him letting a finger sink into you, curling it upwards and squeezing your throat tighter. finally getting what you wanted just felt way too good..

"god, feels like you're soaking and i haven't even started yet..", eric panted and started moving his finger inside of you, soon adding another one. "feels.. so nice.. please keep going.." your breathing became even heavier as the hand that was resting around your throat now went down to your boobs, teasing your nipples and twisting them gently. by that time you could feel an obvious bulge poking at your butt, so you tried lifting your hips a bit and returning the favor. "don't even think about that, you're not getting to touch me", eric demands, increasing the speed of his fingers pumping in and out of you, "drop your attitude first."

"i-i don't know what you mean..", you panted and closed your eyes, to solely focus on his actions. "oh, so now you don't know what i'm talking about anymore ?", he mocked and pumped his fingers as far into you as he could, earning a surprised moan from you, ".. you don't remember dropping that pen on purpose just to show your fucking ass off to me ? was that someone else then ?" him bringing that up made you clench around his fingers and you couldn't hold back any of your moans anymore. you automatically pressed your butt against his bulge, hoping to get any kind of response to that.

even though he managed to hold back how horny he actually was pretty well, you could clearly hear him cursing under his breath now. "and also.. shit.. what are you gonna do about it, huh ? about me disrespecting you and.. n-not listeni-.." eric shoved his free fingers into your mouth, stopping you from talking. "shut your mouth already, am i not doing enough for you yet? needy little brat, once i've made you cum i'll throw you on the bed and fuck some sense into you, but you'd probably even like that, wouldn't you ?"

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if you read until here,, wow, tysm ! i hope you somewhat enjoyed it lol

i'm actually thinking about writing a part 2, if anyone would even be interested in that.. anywaysss

feel free to request whatever you like !

feedback is always welcome ~

stay healthy & stan the boyz ♡

honestly what a visual god wow

[pauleonotis]

I have a question, what do you think the jobs of the harry potter character would be if it was sent in a modern time with no magic? (Pick any characters, you want :))

Thank you for the ask!! :D and that’s honestly a really good question— :0

Okay so I picked some of the characters where I almost instantly came up with something. I also wanna add that so some of them are really REALLY random (as in so random that I don’t even have an explanation why) and some are probably the most obvious and uncreative choices ever, but here we go:

I think Molly Weasley would have an Etsy shop on which she sells sweaters and other knitted clothes (especially cute stuff for babies).

Arthur I believe would be a conservator/restorer especially focusing on antique furniture and cars.

I believe Hermione would be a librarian and sometimes help out her parents as dental assistant.

Ron would probably run either a sweet shop with Fred and George or a toy store?

Since social media in this modern times is an option too I believe Luna would be a famous Instagram artist/model who shows pictures of her in the most random but still aesthetic outfits while her hands&arms (sometimes her hair and clothes too) are full of paint, the painting she just finished would be next to her or she would be holding it. In her captions she’d write poems that kinda don’t make sense but at the same time do.

I believe Fleur would be an actress and a model.

Neville would own a cannabis farm- LMAO OKAY NO I‘M SORRY—

Maybe he has a huge flower plantation? I can also image he‘d travel and document all kind of plants but I like to think that Neville doesn’t need that much adventure and enjoys simpler things and finds comfort in his every day routine.

Vincent and Gregory would probably be body guards and/or bouncers.

Colin Creevey? Paparazzi.

Rita ngl would probably be a famous reporter or author that everyone isn’t sure what to think about and who also tweets a lot of shit... *cough*

Gilderoy Lockhard would be a school sports teacher. Don’t @ me, here’s why: He‘d smile at the students pretending he doesn’t know how much everyone hates the class and then would fail to spread some motivation because he’s letting the students do everything by their own anyway, he just stands there looking good in his sporty outfit and with his pipe - tho he‘d freak some of the students out by wearing shorts. He‘d tell stories about competitions he has participated in already but make sure to never mention any names in case one of his students wants to research it. All the other teachers would talk about how fit he is and athletic.

He also once self published a book, which got banned after they found out years later he actually copied the story off of a fanfiction. So it wasn’t his work at all (but none of the students need to know about that-).

Charlie probably would work with animals, maybe as part of the animal control, especially wild animals? Or maybe he‘d travel and do documentaries about wildlife. Maybe he’d also be a journalist and/or a youtuber.

Since we don’t know that much about either Pansy and Blaise from the books and movies I’ll just let myself get influenced by their fanon characters.

I believe Pansy would spend a lot of money for charity work and would support organizations etc. I feel like she’d have a lot of money because of her parents which she will inherit but she still has a small job in an office where she basically most of the time answers calls — or maybe she‘d be a wedding planner.

I believe Blaise could be a designer. Or maybe a divorce lawyer—

Ginny probably would be a famous football (as in american football) player. I feel like she’d also do kickboxing in her free time.

I like to think that Minerva would work in an orphanage and even tho she’s strict her kids would absolutely love her. Before she sends any of them away she‘d make sure the new family is a perfect match and if there’s anything fishy she would never risk sending one of her children in those parents care, apart from that she’d also keep contact to the parents because of course she wants to know how her children are doing.

I believe Draco would do amazing either as graphic designer, or as model, or as interpreter (in English, French and Latin - since I love headcanon‘s where he’s fluent in french and I picked latin too because I feel like this would’ve been a language he’s interested in? Idk).

"Training for the ballet, Potter?" - so what IF Harry’s a famous indian ballet dancer who was also already part in some movies (and that Draco happens to have an immense crush on)?

Okay I need to stop now or else I’ll come up with a new Drarry Au LMAO—

[endofjunee]

📚 Drunk in Love (last thing I remember) by @lovehoperomance He’s stumbling to the left of the street, hopeful that it’s in the direction of his flat, when he sees it. A food truck. Lit up in gold. It's as if God has taken a giant highlighter and drawn a halo around it. Okay, so it might be the streetlight shining down on it and the yellow light emanating from within...but Louis will still claim godly intervention if anyone asks.

He weaves across the pavement, shivering in what he now realises is a very brisk London evening, coated in fog.

“Hello. Hi.” Louis steps in front of the entire line, waving an aimless hand at the man in the truck who looks completely bewildered by Louis’ antics. The man is littered in tattoos and wearing a green headscarf that matches the sea foam of his eyes. “Do you have any fried chicken? Or a drink? Oh, oh, do you have chips? Oh please tell me you have chips?”

The man’s face, which Louis faintly registers is quite angular, shifts from bewilderment into a stunning, slightly crooked smile.

Or, the one where Louis wakes up, naked, in a stranger's bed and has no idea how he got there. Maybe it's foul play. Maybe it's just the kindness of a handsome stranger amused by his drunken antics. 🌹 Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy by @chloehl10 Harry whimpered as Louis pushed himself up onto his tiptoes, grazing his ear lobe with his lips. His breath tickled Harry’s ears, and Harry swallowed, already anticipating what Louis was about to say.

“I’d like to ride you, cowboy…”

Or, Harry's a barman at Flaming Saddles, a country and western themed gay bar.

Louis’ a customer who’d like to see if the tall barman is as good on the ropes as everyone says he is...

📚 And That’s The Tea by @2tiedships2​ I’d like an Earl Grey with milk and sugar, please.

Louis had the phrase memorized, even though it had disappeared off its place on his upper arm over thirteen years ago now.

At fourteen he didn’t understand. Soulmarks don’t just disappear. Not unless…

Unless one of them dies.

Or, the one where Louis loses his soulmate before even getting the chance to meet them, and he is in no way prepared for the kind of distraction his new friend Harry proves to be. 🌹 I’ll Fly Away by @vintage-harry​ “Harold,” Louis spoke, but not too loud. He didn’t want to startle the cat pile. “Louis? What are you doing home?” Harry greeted him with a toothy smile. “Why are there three cats?” Louis pointed at the third one. “That’s Hail. He’s so sweet.” Louis blinked and shook his head slightly. “Why is he on the sofa, in the house, on the cats?” “He lives here now,” Harry stated as if Louis should already be aware of this. He was not aware of this news until now. “Since when?” He poked the cat in the head, his tiny black curtained head with white ears popped up. He mewed softly before blinking a few times. Louis thinks he looked offended. He looked at Harry expectantly. Harry looked fond. “For three days now.” He smiled at Louis. It reminded him of Dori smiling at Marlin in Finding Nemo.

Or, Louis and Harry live in a small town in Texas of just over 500 people and Harry seems to be growing cats in his garden. Love and fluff.  📚 Baby Honey 2.0 by @vintage-harry​ A few weeks passed by and Louis had spent a large portion of his time with incognito mode on as he Googled ways to hint at pregnancies. He came up with a few ideas but was impatient and felt uncreative at any idea. The most he read about was for online announcements. Louis decided one day while he was at Niall’s with two kittens laying on his stomach to take a photo and post it. He knew Harry would see it pretty quickly as he had Louis’ Instagram notifications on.

Louis held his phone out and took a few shots of the sleeping kittens on his stomach, thumbed through them and found the one he liked best and posted it with the caption, “Three little kittens” he hit post and waited. It didn’t take long, ten minutes later Harry left a comment asking where the third kitten was. Louis rolled his eyes and deleted the photo.

Or, Louis is pregnant this time and tries to find creative ways to hint about it to Harry. Only it doesn’t go as planned. 🌹 fuck fake friends by @artxghoul​ It’s better to just stay away. So he does. He tries his very best to. It’s just weird when you can’t be happy for someone. When you can’t encourage their achievements anymore, because they did it alone or with someone else, when it was supposed to be with you. Harry was supposed to always be with Louis.

Or, if you love someone, set them free. if they don't come back, text them when you're drunk. 📚 The Daddiest Place on Earth by @chloehl10​ dilfs_atdisneyworld: Ooh he's popular. Is it me or has it got hot in here? #dilf #hothothot #gimme

louist91: What the hell? Why the fuck am I on a DILFs page again?"

dilfs_atdisneyworld: louist91, Hello! You're on here because you're a DILF. A dad I'd like to f...��

Louist91: dilfs_atdisneyworld Oh my god. Fuck off mate.

Or, Louis. Harry. Instagram. A whole lot of confusion and a whole lot of laughs... 🌹 Harry Poppins by @jacaranda-bloom​ When Louis’ best friends pass away he finds himself with an instant family. Maddie and Thomas are wonderful children but take an immediate dislike to every nanny that sets foot inside their house. After nanny number six is summarily dismissed Louis is at his wit’s end, that is until an unusual man arrives on their doorstep. Harry Styles is like nothing any of them have ever encountered before, and perhaps, exactly what they’ve been looking for all along.  📚 tonight’s not over (come over and stay) by @microlouis​ Zayn doesn’t say anything for a moment, pausing and worrying at his bottom lip. Finally, he asks, “Have you heard that Cox guy is coming out with a new song?” Louis freezes, fingers hovering over his keyboard where they had been typing his password.

“No, I hadn’t,” Louis says truthfully. “Where did you hear that?” “Tell anyone this and I’ll kill you, but I’d consider myself a big fan,” Zayn says. His face doesn’t change in expression, completely serious as he admits this to Louis. “Big fan? Like run a blog and everything?” Or, harry is a famous singer and louis is a student who just wants to write his novel. 🌹 Fiction Romance by @rougeandtonic​ Harry has a type.

He likes older, sophisticated, mature men. Well-educated men. Men with life experience and passion for arts and social causes. Men who are established in their careers, who've sorted their lives out.

Niall knows this.

And so Harry can't understand why he's sat here opposite Louis Tomlinson.

Or, a punk Louis/uni Harry blind date AU. 📚 Hope when the moment comes, you’ll say I did it all by SilverShadow1  Standing in front of them with an amused smile was an — there really was no other suitable word to describe him — angelic creature. Soft brown hair that was shaved on the sides and bright blue eyes that Harry had only seen in photos of the ocean; the lad was probably close in age to himself, yet seemed entirely boyish.

“Dad, put me down!” demanded Jess with no malice in her voice. Harry looked down in surprise, forgetting that she was in his right arm. “Oops,” he said, flushing. That caused the other lad to laugh. “Hi,” said the man at the door.

Or, the one where Louis is a piano teacher and Harry and his daughter are goners for him. 🌹 Graphic design is my passion by @kingsofeverything Graphic design student Louis Tomlinson has exams to study for and final art projects to complete, if it would stop raining long enough for him to walk across campus. Luckily Harry Styles has an umbrella, and he’s perfectly willing to share.

Louis doesn’t plan to get his heart broken and he doesn’t plan to make almost a hundred silicone dildos. One of these things definitely happens. 📚 i gotta get better! by @dystopianharry  Harry’s sex life has been pretty nonexistent since he broke up with his last non-soulmate boyfriend. after a chance encounter with someone online, he decides to enlist them to help him out. no strings attached, obviously.

Or, soulmates can feel each others’ pain and harry has some kinks he wants to explore. 🌹 Dreaming of You by @mizzwilde The Begrudging Starbucks AU.

The world is winter and steamed milk and creamy espresso shots. The world is a never ending queue. The world is a Starbucks logo and a pink-cheeked smile from Niall and a bored scowl from Zayn and the world is Louis watching his best mate, Liam, fall in love with their newest customer, Harry. Who may or may not be in love with Louis. The world is cruel. 📚 Through a Mirror Dimly by @londonfoginacup​ Louis Tomlinson, in his third year at university, does not expect nor want the roommate that is being assigned to his room.

Harry Styles, in his first year at university, has just been kicked out of one dorm and doesn't want to deal with yet another snobby, rich roommate.

They don't get along, and that's just how it is, until circumstances force them to reevaluate. 🌹 Raise a Glass to the Four of Us by @2tiedships2 Louis stared at his luggage.

Well. Apparently not his luggage, because the clothing he was looking at currently was a: worth more than everything he currently possessed, b: not his size at all, and c: more suited for a fancy ass lawyer than a holiday in NYC with his best mates.

“Ooh, nice loafers,” Niall said as he pulled one out of the suitcase. “I love the rainbows.”

“Okay,” Liam began. “What do you want to do first? Eat, shop for new clothes, or spend hours on the phone with the airline?”

Louis continued to stare at the luggage. 📚 His and Mine by @kissyboystyles​ Harry is adopted by a wealthy family, soon to be cleared of his connection to his soulmate without discussion on his twentieth birthday-- a gruesome rite of passage. For the past eight years, Harry has been staring at one name: Louis. But what happens now that his heart starts fluttering for a stranger, helping him remain strong at his weakest points? Harry feels he should be cautious; what kind of person goes by the name Tomlinson anyway…

Or, Harry legally isn't supposed to meet his soulmate-- he's rendered physically unable to recognize him even if he did-- but yet, of course, he does. 🌹 Drop to Hold You by @becomeawendybird After the end of the Second Wizarding War and the ensuing diplomacy between Muggles and the Wizarding world, the long-defunct Merlin College at Oxford opened it's doors again.

The ultra-competitive programs at Merlin require a rigorous application process. None more than the Auror training program. Louis finally manages to get in with his best friend Liam after a few false starts, only to be faced with the most beautiful, distracting man he could ever imagine. 📚 The Lone Hydrangea by @lightwoodsmagic “Thank you again,” he smiled at Harry as he picked up the arrangement and headed towards the door, and Harry quickly realised he didn’t know the man’s name. “I – wait! Sorry, I just...what’s your name?” At the man’s eyebrow raise, Harry stumbled over his words, “It’s just, if you’re coming back, I thought I should…know.” As the man looked at Harry, his smile only grew, and Harry’s heart thumped in his chest. “My name’s Louis. Louis Tomlinson, and it was so lovely to meet you,” he shot one final grin in Harry’s direction, “I’ll see you next week, Harry.” And then he was gone. “It was lovely to meet you too,” Harry whispered to the empty shop, putting his head on the counter, “Louis”.

Or, the post Hogwarts AU where Harry's a florist, Louis' a muggle who edits fantasy books, and they both have no say in how quickly they fall for each other. 🌹 A Little Bit Like Fate by @28shadesofpink “So,” Harry starts. “Since I heard you and your friend are not getting married, uhm... Would it be appropriate to ask you to stay for the kiss-in?” “Really?” Louis says, light and playful. “And who would I be kissing?” He looks up and offers a sweet smile, perfectly innocent. “Oh, I don’t know.” Harry is playing along, keeping his tone airy, but he takes a step forward and smirks. “With those cheekbones, I think you could kiss whoever you wanted.”

Or, Louis stumbles upon a kiss-in protest for LGBTQ rights, and he meets Harry. They click. It feels a little bit like fate. 📚 come together by @bottomlinsons Harry and Louis slept together three weeks ago, and haven’t talked.

Their coming group project is gonna change that. 🌹 Seeing Blind by @that-idiot-overthere Louis finally turns his head in Liam’s direction, knows his face is showing the longing he’s been aching with ever since it took root in his chest. “What the fuck do I do, Liam? He wouldn’t want me like that, but I want-” his voice cracks, and he turns his face back downwards. “What do you do when you’re not perfect for the person who’s perfect for you?”

Or,  the one where Harry’s an independent omega who likes to have his fun and Louis is the blind alpha that changes Harry’s priorities. 📚 Sweet as Cherry Wine by @harrieberrie Broken hearts are healed by the luck of the Irish

Or, Louis and Niall are a mess, Niall’s daughter has a hopeless crush, and Harry is hopelessly clueless 🌹 at the end of my rope by @saffona "Baby?” Harry mumbles, voice laced with sleep and a shiver goes through Louis at hearing the term. He hasn’t called him that in so long, in that voice and, clearly, even Louis’ body fucking misses it.

“Did you cheat on me?” Louis finds himself asking. If he’s being honest it’s more so he can see Harry’s reaction, than a genuine question, but what has he got to lose? Sure enough, Harry’s face changes from sleepy to the most incredulous look Louis’ ever seen on him. He actually looks terrified, all wide eyes, mouth gaping like he can’t believe Louis would even assume that and Louis would laugh at it, but he’s so done with the way Harry’s been acting, he just wants to know what the hell’s going on.

Or, the one where they go to Crete and Harry is definitely hiding something. 📚 truth, justice, and the gay way by @hattalove Liam needs a costume. Louis needs a best best friend award, a holiday, and to get a grip.

(Harry’s just in the right place at the right time.) 🌹 Hello My Name Is Harry by @a-brighter-yellow Louis’s 20-year high school reunion takes a turn when a celebrity classmate – who also happens to be Louis’s long unrequited crush – unexpectedly shows up.

A famous/not-famous AU inspired by Chris Evans.

[Previous Monthly Recs]

[a-simple-imagine]

Nothing But Co-Stars

Requested by anonymous: I was hoping to get a Gemma Chan story where she and reader worked on captain Marvel together and are high key in love and like the media finds out or something!

Pairing: Gemma Chan x fem!reader

Words: 1937

A/N - 2 posts in one day?? AND I have 3 more coming. This is so unlike me. I did say I would do all my requests before endgame which I’m seeing tomorrow. Since I’ve been avoiding spoilers it’s given me a lot of time to write. I have 5 open spots for requests so throw them at me. 

I was gonna make this fluffy but you know whats better than fluff? angst. I left it on a cliff hanger too

You glance anxiously towards your partner in this interview. You were looking for an answer; some indication of whether she wanted to talk about it or just move on. The woman just smiles softly and you turn back to the interviewer. You can answer a simple question. Nothing suspicious about that.

"Yeah, we become pretty close while working on the set together- as did all the cast."

"I agree." Gemma nods. "I think working on any show or movie you kind of become like a little family for a while. So I've been spending a lot of time with Y/N."

"You two were spotted out for dinner together quite a few times." The interviewer adds.

"Oh yeah. What can I say she makes a great dinner date." You insist with a soft chuckle.

"Y/N actually was late to our last dinner date," Gemma added.

"Okay, I actually have an excuse for that."

"Which is?"

"It's nothing major, I just had a really long day. I had just finished up some press with Brie and it ran a little later than expected. And these two girls run up to us asking for pictures. So I'm taking pictures of them with Brie because y'know she's Captain Marvel. I was surprised when they asked for one with me, it made me feel like a star. Anyway, this girl is standing next to me. I have one arm around her and she just whispers in my ear, will you strangle me?"

"What?" The interviewer seemed surprised but amused.

"Yeah, I was like so confused and Brie is just laughing next to me. I sadly had to tell her that I would not choke her but we were both shook."

"You never told me that."

You shrug casually, glancing in your co-star's direction. "Never needed to. I didn't think it was relevant, I wasn't that late to dinner."

The interview continues normally. You talk about the film. Answered some vaguely personal questions. And when it was over, you retreated to your black SUV with the rest of your team. Surprised when Gemma slips into the seat beside you a few moments later.

"Do you not have your own car?"

"Thought we may as well share." She insisted, hand settling on your thigh. You smile warmly at her.

"I was gonna head back and go for a run but how about we grab lunch instead?"

She nodded a little. You had your driver/security guard take a detour to a small cafe downtown. This thing with Gemma had been going on for a while now but letting the world know wasn't part of the plan yet. So it requires a lot of sneaking around. You share lunch at this small french style cafe. You chat about anything everything. It was pleasant. It was undisturbed. And for just a moment you forget that for some messed up reason you're more than just two people having lunch. Brushes of hands. Longing glances. As you leave, your hands are intertwined. A peck on the cheek before you slip into you car and she gets in the one behind. You go your separate ways after that like nothing happened. You had to be in a different places tomorrow.

"We have a problem," your assistant announces as your speeding down the road. Tapping away on her phone beside you. You're preoccupied, recording the current song on the radio to post to your Instagram story.

"Have you seen TMZ?"

You don't register the question right away but when you do you shrug. "Who got a DUI now?"

"I don't know. I'm more worried about you," you glance at her briefly before looking out the window. Cars pass by. An old woman walks her dog. A young man skateboards down the street with what looks like an ice pop. "Can we get ice cream on the way home?"

"What are you five years old?" Your drive asks. His tone is playful.

"A five year old who also happens to be your boss." You flash a tight-lipped smile in your driver's direction. Continuing to scroll through your Instagram feed. Completely ignoring most of the posts just minding your own business. Your team chatted around you. You could hear what they were saying but you just weren't registering any of it.

"Y/N. You were planning to keep your blossoming relationship with Miss. Chan a secret were you not?"

"For now." You respond with a small nod. "A lot of people date their costars so I just wanna make sure there's something here and it's not just because we've been working together. I don't want this to be promo."

"TMZ posted about you."

A split second of panic. "About the interview? That was fast."

"No about you two." She held her phone up for you. Your Y/E/C eyes narrow in on the English actress and yourself. Your lips pressed to her cheek. Hands intertwined.

'Y/N Y/L/N cosies up with co-star Gemma Chan during lunch date'

Uncreative. Straight to the point. Definitely TMZs style. But it was just one news outlet. No big deal. It's not like they caught you doing anything bad. You open Twitter and check your official mentions. More outlets had taken the opportunity to write about it. You're not a massive star but enough to peak the interest of the media. Enough for an otherwise slow news day. Fuck. It had been a brief laps in judgment. Hardly anyone was around. You decide to let the news linger for now. No need to confirm or deny. You open Instagram and take a selfie. No caption. Just a time filter. You get the ice cream you wanted. Deciding upon Mint chocolate chip. You also put that on your Instagram story. People who don't like mint choc are tasteless as a caption. 3 posts were enough to satisfy what fans you had. It makes you seem active and like you're engaging with your fans when you've hardly put in any effort. You return to your moderate size apartment. It overlooks the city. It looks beautiful at night. Your team leaves you alone not too long after that. You go for a jog with your dog. It's peaceful. There's safety in numbers. On returning, you take a shower to which you perform Beyoncé's greatest hits before retiring to your living room. The word room used loosely because your apartment is open floor. You place your shark mug - the body of a great white, fins and all made up the mug and the tail made up the handle - of hot chocolate atop a low glass coffee table alongside your iPad. You take up space between the table which is sat on a plush carpet and the couch which rests on laminate. You switch on the tv more so for background noise than anything else. Deciding to watch The Good Wife. You've been binge-watching it lately. It's good. And then you call her. A few rings pass by and she picks up. Her face swimming into view. You smile at her and she returns it.

"We need to talk," you say quietly. Picking up your mug of hot chocolate; for a moment you're amused by its quirkiness. You blow gently on the surface. Your attention on the drama unfolding on screen.

"You saw?"

"I did." You reply, daring to take a sip. It was really hot. Burns the end of your tongue but you can tell it's gonna taste great. You keep the mug in your hands allowing the heat to transfer to your skin.

"What are you watching?" She wonders clearly noticing your lack of attention.

"The good wife." You answer, turning back to her. "So, what do we do?"

"What do you want to do?"

You shrug. It's not a question you should decide on your own and so you had left it until now to truly think about. "Maybe it's time to just tell everyone."

Her expression is unreadable and so you divert back to Alicia as she battles yet another court case. She seems to be winning.

"Really?" By her tone, you can tell she's not entirely on board with the idea. But she's also not trying to come off as malicious or embarrassed. Just cautious. Being in the public eye could be great but it was also unforgiving. It was progressive but unprogressive. For every person who loved you, there were ten more lining up to tell you you're a piece of shit. Talentless. Your words were always being twisted. Every step of your life became strategic. To some extent, you did whatever you wanted but you had a publicist that kept you from doing anything stupid. Usually, she would be on the phone right now. Maybe she was. You had left your phone in the kitchen on silent for a reason.

"I just don't think Its best right now,"

"For us?" You question as your stare down the iPad screen. "Or to be telling everyone?"

The hesitation is worrying but you don't question it. You decide not to make a big deal out of it.

"Telling everyone." She eventually answers. She's not looking at you and you wonder where her attention lies.

"Why?" You ask immediately. Brow cocked in curiosity.

"I just... don't think it's the right time. "

"Then what do you want to do?" You ask, bringing your shark mug to your lips and taking a large sip. It warmed your entire body.

"I don't know," She answers. "can't we ignore it?"

"Sure," You nod, returning your gaze to the tv. "but people are still gonna think we're together so why not just tell them?"

"Y/N, please." Your disappointed in her soft words but you had been expecting them.

"I'm gonna talk to my publicist, see what we can do." You explain.

"Thank you,"

"I kinda want to tell everyone though." You mumble casually. More to yourself than her. She didn't seem like she was going to change her mind any time soon. "What does your publicist say?"

"I told her I wanted to ignore it. See what happens."

"Oh." You nod a little. "Okay then."

"How was your run?"

You glance back to her. Taking in a little more of your drink. She was changing the conversation so I guess that was the end of that. "It was good."

A silence comes between both of you. It's a little awkward but that's because you're a little disheartened. The circumstances had changed. Everyone had already caught a glimpse so why does she still want to hide? You can't wrap your head around it. What was she so scared of. You watch her through the screen. Listening to the TV show in the background.

"I'm gonna go." You eventually say. "I'll call you when I'm done with press tomorrow."

"Oh- yeah, okay." She offers you an unsure smile.

"I'll see you later Gemma,"

"Wait Y/N, I-" you cut off the feed before she can finish her sentence. You down the contents of your mug before raising to your feet. You exchange your mug with the phone in the kitchen and retire to the couch. Your pup comes along and lies down next you. Head falling to rest in your lap. You hand brushes through its soft fur. You unlock your phone and finally return the missed call.

"So what's the plan?"

"Tell me what you want?"

With an unfocused gaze on the screen, you sigh. "She wants to ignore it."

"I didn't ask what she wants, I don't work for her. What do you want to do?"

You hesitate for a moment. "I... want everyone to know."

[warrior-catties]

I feel the struggle to caption something funny on every single design especially the fact that the character can be a piece of cardboard

lol yeah i wish some of them had a bit more character to them!! especially the ones i really like the design of cuz ill finish the whole pic but just dont know what to put and i dont wanna leave it captionless u_u sometimes its just me being uncreative tho lol

[deanswinchestre]

how do u come up with inspiration for ur gifs? like captions and stuff I’m so uncreative lol

hey anon! hmm, I don’t really think I have a good answer for this lol. honestly, and I know this may sound silly or whatever, but ideas just come to me randomly and pop into my head out of the blue. I don’t spend much time on thinking of ideas for my gifs or what not, it usually just randomly comes to me and I’ll be like oh yeah that would be good! for instance in my last gif I posted (see pinned post) I knew I wanted to gif that particular scene and as I was watching the episode to screen cap the scene, dean’s voice came on with that line “angels, they’re falling” and I just kind of knew oh yes that’s gonna be the text I put on it. anyway sorry now I’m rambling but I don’t think this answered your question very well so I’m sorry about that hahaha. you know you can always look up quotes and song lyrics and stuff to help bring inspiration to your work :)

[yougaythen]

Liza said to caption this with something the phandom would only understand but I’m uncreative so I do t know what to put. (Sorry Liza)

(Sorry for being in two meetups at the same time)

[ahumanintraining]

What's your idea of a perfect date? *shares cookie dough* Also, should we watch scary movies?

hmmmmm. i’m actually a relatively unromantic person (i know. for someone that writes more fluff than can kill you i’m pretty uncreative) — at least in the traditional sense. i personally don’t really date. i kinda do the friend thing and am very content being in the presence of someone without even really saying anything. honestly idk, i’m pretty go with the flow, haha. 

i love cookie dough, thank you very much!

and lol what kind of scary movies? i’m not really into gory things that are just scary because people die and there’s blood — that shit doesn’t disturb me. scary meaning like disturbing? always down for those kinds of movies. what kind of scary movies do you like? slash, i’m one of those people that makes snarky commentary during movies so i’m that person that you hate in the movie theater. also i’m that person that needs captions because i can’t help but make snarky comments and also prefers taking in information via visual rather than auditory methods so yeah. idk if we’d be movie buddies or nah?

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