#we actually just buy like Whatever's There

[harrysfolklore]

yes do the lewis fic pleaseee

short and sweet bc i promised anon i would do ittt i hope you like it

You're fidgeting with your rings - his rings, actually, that you stole months ago - when Lewis notices your knee bouncing for the hundredth time. The arena feels too warm despite your backless Valentino.

"You're going to drill a hole through the floor, love," he murmurs, leaning close enough that his lips brush your ear. His hand finds yours, warm and steady.

"Easy for you to be calm," you whisper back. "You've won eight world championships."

"Seven," he corrects automatically, making you roll your eyes.

"The eighth was robbed and we all know it." It's an old argument, one that makes him smile every time. "Besides, this is different. This is-"

"This is you about to win Song of the Year," he finishes, so confident it makes your heart ache.

You turn to face him properly, taking in how unfairly good he looks in his suit. "How are you so sure?"

"Because," he says, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "I was there when you wrote it at 3 AM on my kitchen floor. When you called me crying because the bridge wasn't right."

"You're biased," you argue, but you're smiling now. "You have to say that. It's in the boyfriend contract."

"Ah yes, the famous 'support your controversially young girlfriend' clause," he teases, and you can't help but laugh. It's become a running joke between you, how the media can't seem to get over your age gap.

"Speaking of which, did you see that headline yesterday? 'Grammy Nominee Spotted Looking Cozy with Elder Statesman of F1'?"

Lewis groans. "Elder statesman? I'm forty, not dead."

"Ancient," you declare solemnly. "Practically fossilized."

He's about to retort when Taylor Swift takes the stage, and suddenly you can't breathe again. Lewis must feel you tense because his hand tightens around yours.

"Hey," he says softly. "Whatever happens, you've already won. Seven nominations in your first year? That's unheard of."

"I just want-" you start, but then Taylor's speaking.

"Music tells our stories," she's saying. "And sometimes, a song comes along that captures something so real, so raw, that it changes how we see love itself..."

You feel Lewis shift beside you, and when you glance over, he's already watching you with that look - the one he gave you the first time you played him this song, the one that makes you feel invincible.

"And the Grammy goes to..." Taylor's smiling now, like she knows something. "'Birds of a feather!"

The world stops. Starts. Explodes.

Lewis is up first, pulling you into his arms before you can even process what's happening. "That's my girl," he whispers fiercely against your hair. "I told you, didn't I? I told you."

You're crying already, you can feel it, but you don't care. His hands cup your face and he's beaming at you with more pride than you've ever seen - more than after any pole position or race win.

"Go get your Grammy, superstar," he says, and then he's gently pushing you toward the aisle.

The walk to the stage feels infinite. You're aware of everything - the weight of your dress, the cameras following you, the deafening applause. But mostly, you're aware of Lewis in the front row, standing and clapping like he's watching the love of his life win Song of the Year at the Grammys (which, you suppose, he is).

"Oh god," you start, gripping the golden gramophone like a lifeline. "I wrote this song about falling in love. About meeting someone who changes everything when you least expect it."

You find his eyes in the crowd, and suddenly it's just the two of you.

"I should probably thank Formula 1 for canceling that race in Singapore, or I never would've been in that hotel bar, jetlagged and grumpy, when this absolutely ridiculous man in the most expensive hoodie I'd ever seen asked if he could buy me a drink."

The audience laughs, and Lewis is shaking his head, grinning that grin that still makes your knees weak.

"To Lewis - thank you for being the most unexpected plot twist of my life. For showing me that timing is everything, even when Twitter thinks our timing is inappropriate." More laughter. "For listening to every demo at 3 AM, for believing in me when I was just another girl with a piano and a dream..."

You're fully crying now, but so is he, so it's okay.

"For never once making me feel too young or too inexperienced, for teaching me that love doesn't follow anyone's timeline but its own. And yes, I know this speech is probably going viral for all the wrong reasons, but you taught me that sometimes the best stories are the ones nobody sees coming. I love you."

The camera cuts to Lewis, who's not even trying to hide his tears. But neither of you seem to care at the moment.

Later, after winning four out of your seven nominations, you're in the back of the car heading home. Your head's on his shoulder, Grammy in your lap, when he speaks.

"You know what this means, right?"

"Hmm?"

"Now I have to win the championship this year. Can't have you showing me up with all these trophies."

You laugh, snuggling closer. "Better get practicing then, old man."

"Menace," he mutters fondly, pressing a kiss to your hair.

[transit-fag]

Okay you wanted to hear my socialist housing policy proposal. We'll let's get into it, first, we will build tens of thousands of government sponsored social housing units with incredibly cheap rents, basic just enough to keep the building in a state of good repair, in each of these buildings, you would own the unit you live in and can do what you want with it and if you can't pay the cheap rent for whatever reason, you are not evicted but rather given more access to social programs as it shows that you are struggling. Also all of the buildings would have a cafe, small grocer and a childcare center, alongside 4 retail locations with no set purpose in the building on the first floor so as to make the quality of life better. These would be built on top of old suburbs and be given a tram line directly to the city center. Also they would be commie blocks because those are actually really good in terms of density and they look cool.

In the city centers, similar but smaller dwellings would be built with slightly higher rents, maybe like 30 bucks more, as infill on parking lots and empty lots, these would have first floor retail and 15 units above them. Single family homes would be preserved in historic districts but they would be leased to the inhabitants rather than owned outright as to prevent the commodification of housing through the buying and selling of land by private individuals

I haven't really read much theory though so feel free to critique my ideas

[gdinthehouseee]

Whiskers and Warmth: KWON JI-YONG x READER

summary: you and ji-yong decide to adopt a cat together for the first time :3

word count: 1464

tags: pure fluff; established relationship with some soft domestic moments (requested)

ao3 link

The soft glow of the television flickered across the darkened living room as yet another cat video autoplayed. Ji-yong sat beside you, legs stretched out, his head lazily resting against your legs as you were sitting up typing away on your laptop. On the big screen, a tiny kitten swatted at a toy, only to lose its balance and topple over. Ji-yong let out a breathy chuckle, eyes warm with amusement. You couldn’t deny the way you found both him and the video cute. 

His eyes remained fixed on the video as he mumbled. “Y’know, it might be nice to have our own cat.”

“Yeah…” you murmured absent-mindedly in response. 

You continued typing away at whatever god-forsaken document you were working on, not fully getting the hint until you briefly looked up and made eye contact with your boyfriend, who was now staring at you over your work.

“Wait, like, actually?” 

He shrugged, playing it cool, but there was something thoughtful in the way he stared at you. “I mean… why not? We’ve got space. It’d be nice to have something waiting for us when we get home.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Something? Like a little gremlin running around, knocking stuff over and ignoring you?”

Ji-yong couldn’t help but smile at your sarcasm, lightly nudging you as you closed your laptop and set it aside to give him your full attention. “First of all, disrespectful. Second, it’s called ‘independent charm.’”

“Like your charm, you mean?”

You both laughed. However, the more you thought about it, the more the idea didn’t seem so ridiculous. Having a pet—a little companion curled up in your lap on lazy afternoons, greeting you at the door after a long day—sounded… nice. You glanced at Ji-yong, who had gone back to staring at the screen with his head now in your lap and a new-found softness in his expression.

“You really want a cat?” You asked, this time more seriously.

Ji-yong hesitated for half a second before nodding. “Yeah. I think it’d be fun. And—” He cut himself off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I dunno. I like the idea of having something to take care of together.”

Your heart warmed at that. He wasn’t just talking about a pet—he was talking about you and him.

A slow smile spread across your lips. “Alright. Tomorrow, we will go cat shopping.”

He scoffed, looking up at you. “It’s called adoption, jagiya.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. Ji-yong grinned back, excitement flickering in his eyes. Naturally, you watched as he scrolled through his phone, looking up different cat breeds or fancy pet accessories he’d insist on buying. His expression was relaxed, a small smile playing on his lips, and for a moment, you just looked at him—at the warmth in his eyes, the quiet excitement he tried to downplay. It wasn’t just about the cat. It was about building something together, about sharing responsibility, about picturing a life where you and him became something even bigger. The thought made your chest tighten, but in the best way—like something precious settling into place. Ji-yong wanted this, with you, and that realization made you fall for him just a little bit more.

And that was how, the very next day, you found yourselves at an animal shelter, wandering past rows of bright-eyed kittens and sleepy older cats. Ji-yong took his time, scanning each little enclosure like he was choosing a new designer jacket, while you crouched beside a timid tabby, offering your fingers in greeting.

Then, out of nowhere, a fluffy black cat with golden eyes leaped in front of Ji-yong and began weaving in and out of his legs, pushing itself up against him as if it was already marking its territory.  

The shelter worker laughed. “Looks like you’ve been chosen.”

Ji-yong, eyes wide, hesitated before bending down and hesitantly scratching behind the cat’s ears. The cat purred instantly. You grinned. “Guess we don’t have a choice now.”

Your heart was aching in the best way possible at the sight of him so fixated on this cat. It wasn’t until the animal made its way over to you, repeating what it had just done to your partner for you, that he had snapped out of his momentary trance. Amusement twinkled in his eyes as he watched the cat become more friendly with you. 

Finally, he exhaled, shaking his head fondly. “Yeah… Let’s take him home.”

Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. Ji-yong had bought the most extravagant toys, yet the cat ignored them in favor of the cardboard box the toys had arrived in. He tried (and failed) to get the cat to sleep in its fancy new bed, only for it to curl up in his spot on the couch.

“This is betrayal,” he pouted when the cat climbed onto your lap instead of his.

“You’re just jealous,” you teased, scratching behind the cat’s ears. 

“Yeah, whatever.” He huffed and rolled his eyes, but the corner of his lips twitched up. “I can’t even tell if I’m jealous of you or him, with all the attention you’re giving him.” 

Ji-yong sat next to you and leaned back against the couch, his phone forgotten in his hand as he watched you fuss over the tiny ball of fur curled up in your lap. You were completely focused, scratching gently behind its ears, murmuring soft words he couldn’t quite hear, but it didn’t matter—just watching you was enough. The way your fingers moved so delicately, the way your lips curved into the smallest, sweetest smile, the way the cat nuzzled into you like it already knew it was safe in your arms—it made something in his chest tighten, warm and aching all at once.

Later that night, you dozed off on the couch, the cat nestled against your chest. Ji-yong, who had been scrolling through his phone, glanced over—and his heart melted. Carefully, he grabbed his phone and snapped a picture. Then another. And another.

A soft click stirred you awake. Blinking, you caught him with his phone in hand, mid-snap.

“Are you seriously taking pictures of me in my sleep?” You mumbled and rubbed some sleep out of your eye.

Ji-yong froze.

“I—uh—” He quickly lowered his phone, his face getting visibly warm. “You just… looked cute.”

A slow grin spread across your face. “Aww, is someone getting sentimental?”

“Forget it.” Ji-yong groaned, dragging a hand over his face. 

You couldn’t help but giggle, reaching for his phone. “Let me see.”

He tried to protest, but you were already scrolling through the pictures on his phone, your lips curving into a slow smile. Each one was softer than the last—your face relaxed in sleep, one hand resting over the tiny cat curled against your chest. In some, the cat’s ears twitched; in others, its tiny paws stretched out like it was dreaming. But the way he had captured it—carefully, quietly, like he was trying to preserve something fragile—made your heart squeeze. You glanced up at him, catching the embarrassed flush creeping up his neck as he rubbed the back of his head, avoiding your gaze.

“You’re such a softie,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He muttered something under his breath but didn’t pull away, electing to practically melt into your affection. 

Later that night, as the cat stretched between you in the silk sheets of your shared bed, Ji-yong exhaled, his fingers absentmindedly gliding through its soft fur. His other arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you closer as you lay beside him, your head resting in the crook of his neck. The warmth of his skin, the slow and steady rhythm of his breathing—it was all so soothing, so him. The cat let out a tiny sigh in its sleep, its paws twitching slightly, and Ji-yong chuckled under his breath. 

“Didn’t think I’d ever be sharing a bed with a cat,” he murmured. 

You tilted your head, smiling against his collarbone. “Regretting it already?” 

He scoffed, shifting to press a kiss against your forehead. “Not even close.” His hand moved from the cat to your back, tracing slow, comforting circles. “This is perfect,” he whispered, almost like he was speaking more to himself than to you. And in that moment, with his touch warm against your skin and the soft rise and fall of the cat between you, you knew—this was perfect. This was home, for the both of you.

“We’ve got our own little family now.” He continued. 

You laced your fingers through his, squeezing gently. “Yeah. I think we made a pretty good decision.”

And as Ji-yong smiled, watching the cat purr between you, he couldn’t agree more.

taglist: @thanosscrossmain @maskedcrawford @mirahyun @riddlerloveb0t

[chvoswxtch]

It has been an expensive few weeks and despite being a very well educated scientist at a reputable institution, I make astoundingly little money. So I’d love to request a little action clip! I’m so taken with the idea of Frank just like casually stealing whatever money is lying around the place after he shoots up a mobsters joint and using it to help you with your bills 🤣

no bc why is living so expensive like where is the groupon for existing??

this one actually made me laugh bc I was thinking about in season 2 when he and amy go to that motel and he hands her that bloody wad of cash and she's like?? bitch what am I supposed to do with this??? and he's like???? pay for the motel dumbass

like he's so calm about it and truly does not give a fuck. he absolutely takes whatever money is lying around bc it's not like they're using it anymore 🤣 but ya know what, in this economy, vigilantism doesn't pay the bills (and neither does having a job apparently) so he's not wrong

blurb below the cut

the many saints of newark starring frank castle

The wad of cash that Frank pulled out and set on your dining table made your eyes widen. The faded green crumpled bills were speckled with what was undoubtedly blood. Staring up at Frank wide eyed, creases of confusion settled in your forehead.

“Where did you get this?”

“From someone that don’t need it no more.”

Frank shrugged off his jacket and walked over towards your kitchen, his heavy booted footsteps echoing on the worn wooden floor. You were still staring at him in incredulity. He’d just dropped what looked like a thousand dollars on your dining table with as much indifference as if he’d dropped a twenty dollar bill to cover take out for the two of you.

“Wha-, Frank, this is…what am I supposed to do with this?”

Frank turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, clearly perplexed by your question. Pursing his lips, he lightly scrunched up his nose and shrugged.

“Whatever you want. Get ahead on a few bills, buy some of that stuff that’s been sittin’ in your cart for weeks, save it, I don’t know. Your call.”

His casual behavior about the situation left you spiraling. You didn’t wanna know where this money had come from. You had an idea, but you didn’t need confirmation. 

“Frank…I can’t…shouldn’t we give this to the police?”

If he was perplexed before, he was full on confused now. He turned to face you fully, his expression twisted up like you’d just asked him the most ridiculous question.

“The hell would we do that for?”

“Well…because. It’s…I mean…isn’t it…like…”

“Sweetheart, it’s money. Money is money. Don’t matter where it came from or who had it. They ain’t got a use for it no more. Besides, better you have it and put it to good use than some crooked cop pocketin’ it, or it collectin’ dust in an evidence locker.”

Frank made a valid point. The logical part of your brain understood what he was saying. And it would definitely give you some breathing room, taking care of more than a few bills so that you could cut back a bit on how much you were working.

Sensing your confliction, Frank set the mug down on the counter and walked over towards you, lightly grasping your chin to get you to look at him.

“Look, only place that money is goin’ is in your bank account. Now either you can deposit it, or I’ll swipe your wallet and do it myself. But it ain’t goin’ nowhere else.”

You knew Frank wasn’t joking. And you knew you weren’t winning this argument. Letting out a quiet huff, you have him a pointed look.

“Yeah let me just stroll into my bank and hand them this bloody money. That won’t get me put on a watchlist.”

“For all they know the blood came from a papercut.”

Grabbing one of the bills and holding it up silently, as if to prove your point, you arched one of your brows. Frank glanced down at it, seeing the way crimson stained the faded green paper like confetti. Rolling his eyes, he swiped the bill and set it down on the table with the rest.

“For fucks sake, gimme your goddamn wallet.”

[meleebites]

🧸 Hugs, kisses, snuggles, words. He's very warm.

🦢 "You need to stop snoring, Gorey. I'm a light sleeper." "I told you far too many times that I can sleep on the couch if you can't sleep with me!"

🍡 How many times have I answered this question? He has no nicknames for me, I call him everything in the book that isn't "babe", "bae" or "baby".

🪽 Still working this part out but damn was it ever warm and comforting. He deserved it. His soft lips deserved it. <3

🪺 "Oh, he's pretty and he's nice and I kinda wanna hug him." to "Most charming man alive, 10/10, I'd marry him and start a new family with him."

🪷 Picture a divorced middle-aged man starting a selfship blog. That's literally it.

🧊 Proper grammar, emojis (particularly hearts), no extreme tones. Has autocorrect.

🍋‍🟩 Probably something cheesy. "My beloved Kannon ♡" "MY PRECIOUS BUTTERCUP ♡"

💍 We'd get married ASAP if we didn't care about how long we've been a thing for. Asgore would LOVE to get married, as his last divorce really affected him and he wants to get back what he once had, but he'd be nervous about me leaving him like he normally is. I'm a bit less ready for marriage, as I have less experience and am younger, but I want our bond to get even stronger so nothing could tear us apart.

🪻 In source his favourite is golden flower tea. He'll drink any herbal or floral tea. He probably doesn't drink them cold usually.

☁️ We don't actually do much, come to think of it. We just coexist and breathe in each other's air. And eat. And sleep. And play games. And go on walks. And make out. And cuddle. And travel. Or something close.

🛍 He always gives me flowers. They mean a lot to him. He gives me ones that remind him of me. I mostly get him food, or I make art for him, or whatever he asks me to get him... but if he does that, he's in a great mood. He usually tells me not to buy or get him anything as he says he is undeserving of gifts. He isn't.

🫧 Skipping this one yet again as it's difficult for me.

🪼 Writing fanfiction is something I do to cheer myself up. I'm good at writing (I think) so I always have a fanfiction I'm working on. Unfortunately, I don't really share these as the contents are usually sexual and might offend some people. It's not proshippy though, that stuff's gross.

misc. selfship asks ❤︎

thank you for 400! <3 answer these asks however you'd like, but please practice reblog karma if applicable! 💌

🧸 - how would your f/o try to comfort you if you were upset? 🦢 - what's a petty argument you'd have with your f/o? 🍡 - what nicknames do you have for each other?

🪽 - what was your first kiss with your f/o like, if you've had it?

🪺 - describe your f/os perception of you before you got together, compared to what it is now! 🪷 - if the roles were reversed and your f/o was the one selfshipping with you, what would their blog look like?

🧊 - how would your f/o text you? would they use proper punctuation/capitalization, or type more informally?

🍋‍🟩 - similarly, what would your contact names be for each other?

💍 - how do you and your f/o feel about marriage?

🪻 - what's your f/o's coffee or drink order?

☁️ - how does your f/o like to spend their free time with you? 🛍️ - what would your f/o get you as a gift? additionally, what would you get for them?

🫧 - what song(s) remind you of your f/o?

🪼 - what’s your favorite way to feel closer to your f/o?

proship/comship/neutral dni

[darlingdaisyfarm]

to the past, with love (and glitter!)

★ mullet!stan & dipper & mabel. based on the episode “the time traveler’s pig�� (s1ep9)

there are a lot of ways to mess up time travel! you can, for example, go too far back and get eaten by a dinosaur. or too far forward and see the singularity when robots overthrow humanity (Dipper’s fear). or worse, you can land smack dab in the middle of your own grunkle’s life. . . before he even became your grunkle

there were a lot of things Dipper was prepared for when he woke up this morning. fighting gnomes? sure. dealing with Stan’s weird scam-of-the-week? totally. getting dunked on by Mabel for being a huge nerd? unfortunately, yes.

what he wasn't prepared for was that the Blending Blanding's time machine would throw him back several decades into the past. . .

they don’t mean to mess up the timeline. well. Dipper doesn’t. Mabel is like 60% on board with it, because time travel is fun! and she’s already accepted the fact that messing with the past is basically inevitable

“well,” Mabel said, dusting herself off as she stood up. “that happened.”

Dipper groaned, pulling himself out of a pile of garbage bags. “yeah. thanks, Mabel, for tackling me while i was holding the most fragile piece of technology in the universe!”

“excuse you, i was trying to stop you! so really, this is all on you, mister i-think-i’m-so-smart!”

Dipper opened his mouth to argue, but then he actually looked around and— oh. oh, no! oh no no no no! this wasn’t the Gravity Falls they knew.

they were near the Mystery Shack, but. . . it didn't felt right at all. it was scrappier and messier than usual. instead of looking like a wildly successful tourist trap, it looked like someone had just slapped a sign onto a creepy old house and hoped for the best

Mabel popped up beside him, a grin splitting her face. “let’s do it again!” as she tried to steal time machine from her brother's hands

“do what again?” a gruff voice barked. before either of them could panic properly, the shack’s front door slammed open.

Dipper had exactly 0.5 seconds to process this before Mabel screamed an excited. “OH. MY. GLOB.” before clutching on Dipper's shoulders, shaking him like crazy. “DIPPER, LOOK AT HIS HAIR. LOOK AT HIS HAIR RIGHT NOW. LOOK AT IT.”

Dipper did not, in fact, needed to look at it. his brain was already in overdrive because oh no. oh no! they’ve gone way too far back!

“. . . oh boy,” Dipper whispered in fear. “Mabel, i think we just traveled back to the eighties.”

“hey! who the hell are you two and why are you screaming on my porch?” holy crap. their grunkle Stan! but. . . not. this Stan was younger, his face had fewer wrinkles and somehow his nose looked less like it had been broken five times, and oh god, Mabel is absolutely right, his hair!

Mabel was losing it. “YOUR HAIR. YOUR LUXURIOUS, BEAUTIFUL HAIR. CAN I TOUCH IT?!” and without Stanley's response, she lunged.

“Mabel, NO—“ but it was too late as she grabbed the mullet with both hands and started petting it.

“oh my GOSH, it’s SO SOFT. IT’S LIKE PETTING A DREAM.”

Dipper, ever the voice of reason, nervously gripped the time machine. “we shouldn’t be here, we shouldn’t be here.” but before he could get it working, because of squeezing on it too tight, something snapped under his fingers and a very small, very important piece of the machine rolled right into a crack in the floorboards. Dipper panicked.

Stanley flailed backwards, nearly knocking over a rack of off-brand Mystery Shack merch. “HEY, HEY, HANDS OFF THE GOODS, KID! KID!”

Mabel ignored him, still enraptured. “it’s so full-bodied. so wavy. Dipper, this is like- this is like a perfectly made pancake, but made of hair!”

“i— i don’t even know what that means,” Dipper said weakly, still trying to reboot his brain from the horror of whatever this situation was.

Stan rubbed his temples. “listen, unless you two are here to buy something, get lost. i don’t do babysitting.”

“okay, first of all, rude,” Mabel huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “second of all, we are time travelers from the future! we can totally tell you your future! in fact,” she elbowed Dipper in the ribs making him groan in pain. “bro, tell him something cool! but not anything that’ll mess up the timeline, like the butterfly effect or whatever.”

“Mabel, literally everything we could say would mess up the timeline—“

Stan stared at them meanwhile. then he burst out laughing. “pffft— HA! oh, man. time travelers? that’s a new one. that’s some grade-A sci-fi geek nonsense right there. sixer would have loved it!” he wiped a tear from his eye. “you kids crack me up.”

“just tell him something small! like, um, he gets. . . even richer in the future!” Mabel threw up her hands in excitement.

Stan immediately perked up. “oh yeah?”

“uhhh, yep,” Dipper said weakly, avoiding eye contact. “definitely. totally. you, uh, you make tons of money. so much money.”

“alright, you kids talk weird. plus, ive never seen you around here before. you’re not from town, are ya?”

oh, this was bad. this was really bad. if Stan got too suspicious, they’d be in huge trouble.

“uhhh,” Dipper said, scrambling for a cover story. “we’re, um, lost. we’re just two normal, average, completely inconspicuous children! yeah!” he was trying very hard not to freak out because oh god they were literally talking to Stan before he was grunkle Stan.

Mabel was staring at Stan's hair all the time with very wide smile and that made him pretty uncomfortable “kid? hey, kid, stop drooling at my hair. it’s weird.”

“how do you get it so fluffy,” she whispered in pure awe with her pupils dilated.

Stanley ran a hand through his glorious locks, looking smug. “it’s called not wasting money on shampoo. just the rain, kid.”

***

Stan was very much done with these weird time kids. his hair had been fluffed, styled and glitter bombed. his red jacket was now covered in rhinestones. but worst of all, they had somehow managed to charm him. and if one day, he had a niece with enough sparkle to fill a thousand sequins, maybe he wouldn’t be so bad at the whole family thing after all.

Mabel had been telling him about all the ways he could make “big bucks” in the future, mainly by selling even worse bootleg merch, which he had to admit was genius.

“and guess what? your shack becomes the best tourist trap ever! people come from all over to see your weird stuff.”

Stan’s eyes lit up with a mix of greed and hope. “you don’t say. maybe you kids aren’t so useless after all.”

“yup! and you’re a total legend!” Mabel gushed and Dipper shot her a warning look.

“Mabel, maybe we shouldn’t—“

“nah, tell me more, i like this kid,” Stan interrupted. “how do i do it? what’s my secret?”

“uhhh, hard work?” Mabel tried and Dipper gave her a thumbs up for the safe answer.

“and um, believing in yourself?” Dipper added, though he knew present-day Stan would probably gag at that advice.

Stan laughed. “believe in myself, huh? easier said than done. not like i got anyone else to believe in me.”

Mabel’s heart twisted a little. she reached out and patted Stan’s arm. “well, we believe in you. and you’re gonna do great things. pinky promise!”

Dipper, however, was acting weird, too suspicious, always stuttering, sweating and Stan was no fool. he could smell a kid with secrets from a mile away.

“so,” he said, watching Dipper fidget. “spill it, kid.”

Dipper froze. “s-spill what?”

“whatever’s making you look like a kid who’s about to confess to breaking a window.”

Dipper gulped. “. . . okay, hypothetically speaking, if we did know something big about your future, would you want to hear it?”

Stan frowned, trying to keep his face emotionless. “d-depends.” he stuttered and immediately hated himself for it. “is it about my brother?”

the whole shack went silent. Dipper and Mabel exchanged glances, both wide eyed and shocked.

what?

[sugarcubeindulgent]

god knew better than to give ANY of the boys a girlfriend with thick thighs because the way all of them would absolutely go ape shit.

I can see jerry fucking in between them when shes asleep possibly drugged because A. He's a sick freak like that and B. There's no need to manually press her thighs together because theres already enough fat in her god blessed thighs to perfectly grip jerry's cock as he ruts himself in between her thighs all the meanwhile selfishly gripping her hips.

Pete would take such advantage of his perfect girlfriends thighs, 'persuading' her into letting him carve his name into BOTH her thighs because she "could take it." In his mind, since shes got the cushion for the pushing (not the right use of that but I DONT GIVE A FUUUUCK), she could take so much more. Ergo, that leads to him trying not to nut in his pants as she whimpered and occasionally let out those sweet sweet sobs as he dragged his switchblade into her soft skin. He was rock hard and the best part was that he was only on the second letter.

Josh is the most normal about it imo JUST BY A BIT THO HES STILL A HUGE LOOOOOSEER BUT he goes crazy every single time she walks while wearing one of his shirts, he sees the outline of her thighs and that brings him to either jerking off to that mental image (and more) after she leaves OR begging to eat her out so he can suckle, kiss and basically slobber on the inner part of her thighs for fifteen minutes, claiming it to be 'foreplay'.

Bill now.. oh billy boy. If he somehow bagged a girl with thick thighs, he would absolutely find a way to mix his filthy misogynistic thoughts into it. Constantly muttering to himself of how no matter how much of a 'feminist' she claimed to be, she would always have her body as a reminder of how she will always be nothing but a 'stupid bitch of a woman.' OKAY ON THE FLIPSIDR OF THAT. Bill would probably fold not only more often but MUCH more easier for him to do so. Wear one of his shirts and nothing but that and underwear? You could ask him to buy a million dollars worth of.. whatever and he'll js aimlessly mutter an incoherent 'yes hes rock hard and a syllable away from ruining his jeans.

ALRIGHT I js wanted to splatter my thoughts and PERHAPS get some of ur own opinion because if im being totally honest, I absolutely adore you characterisation and love your work in general. BUUH BYYEEE (sorry if it doesn't make sense LOL)

i am fucking these headcanons and concepts actually.

i literally agree with every single one !! we have the same brain, anon, i'm smooching you and i am so glad you shared this with me <\3 jorking it and by it...i mean my peanits...and thank you for the praise after giving me such beautiful and accurate visuals.

[anim-ttrpgs]

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[animinarts]

Fellow theorizers, what are we thinking about how Shouma will acquire his Blizzard Sorbet form?❄️🍦

I’ll go first, me being extremely biased as a shipper wanted at least one form to be created from his bond with Hanto since the Caking form was from Shouma’s bond with Sachika and how they worked to make a cake similar to the one his mother drew him.

So with that in mind after Shouma reveals everything to everyone they go out and get ice cream together. Maybe they invite Lakia I’m not sure if he even wants human food. But Shouma is ecstatic at the idea of sweets but just as he was about to enjoy his cone in typical childlike fashion the sweet treat melts to the ground. Shouma asks if he should just eat it off the ground and Sachika tells him definitely not. Now Shouma is sad cause his ice cream is on the floor whatever shall he do. But what’s this? Hanto is giving up his own cone for him. Sachika: 😮. Hanto doesn’t even like sweets but bought one anyway as to not seem weird that he went out for ice cream without actually buying any. And then bam sharing is caring have them share the same cone while they’re at it. Sachika pt 2: 🤭

That’s it lol

[brainrot-yumm]

hello, dogman enthusiast/fellow overthinker here who owns a lot (but not all) of the books, and I have very few answers but still that's better than nothing aint it

I'm very sorry if at any point I start coming off like i'm "um, actually"ing you, I'm just having fun treating the questions like puzzles

There are significant spoilers below so I'll block it to be safe

one) ''silly and unrealistic unless they're projecting'' is crazyyyyy

two) I'm pretty sure the implication is that Greg the dog is significantly more sapient than Knight. It was emphasized a whole bunch that Greg had a ''supa smart'' brain (at least one that was smarter than Knight by a lot). And despite having dog instincts, he still is fully capable of making plans and understanding complex conversations and gestures (ex. he becomes Chief's wingman after a certain point so he understands human displays of romance enough to help replicate them) so I'm like 95% certain that if Knight's head had been decapitated juuuust a little higher up for Greg to have the human vocal chords, that would've been a talking dog. if he had opposable thumbs he woulda been the one driving the cop car.

two point five) THE MOST SPOILERS HERE. the Petey redemption arc takes a lot longer in the books. like in the book that the movie took most inspo from (tale of two kitties). they don't team up at all. Petey just watches and goes "eh, I'm evil, whatevs". He still sacrifices himself by going in 80HD but he isn't pardoned at all, it takes like 5 more books before he actually turns to good and starts properly coparenting Lil Petey. Movie just had to super quickify it for runtime reasons. So is Dogman a little dumb for befriending the murderer of his bestie? maybe. but at least it wasn't an instantaneous thing

three) You're so right he absolutely does not see that human body as his. Lol to him. But also, while animals absolutely can experience loss, being able to understand the why's and specific memories of his past to grieve over should absolutely be counted as a sign of intelligence. Also buying a doghouse from the real estate lady. Dogman pays taxes. Dogman DOES taxes.

four) thinking about it, I'm pretty sure he does most things via muscle memory. Cause the thing with Knight was that he had kung-fu skills, right? that's a very mental thing to be able to do. He had to be trained for that. So if Dogman can still do kung-fu or whatever, than either it's because there's a little chunk of Knight still left in his head, or the muscle memory of the body carried onto the dog. I'm sure he probably still needed physical therapy of some kind though, cause like, as you said, brand new body he's working with. My guy has a new center point of balance. He doesn't even have a tail to balance with, for pete's sake. poor dude. It makes more sense as time goes on and he gets used to the change, though

five) George and Harold are reading stuff like Wuthering Heights at this point. If they were allowed to canonly age any more we would be subjected to the most thought provoking psychological material ever. They're gonna make it big in their world.

six) what's Dogman's lifespan looking like? Will he age by human years or dog years?

seven) what about illnesses? How did Dogman's immune system not reject an entire new body? How did Knight's immune system not reject a new head?! Is he more likely to contract dog diseases or human diseases? Could he potentially accidentally be the best place for viruses to mutate?

eight) what would be the most ethical, if Dogman fell in love with Knight's ex-girlfriend, Petey, or Sarah Hatoff's dog Zuzu? That's a fun puzzle to think about.

nine) no idea about the food one. I just. ionknow. Dogs and people are both omnivores. Das all I got

that is all

I've never wanted someone in-universe to look at a character and go "what the fuck did they do to you" until now

(Minor dog-man spoilers but nothing that wasn't seen in a trailer until stated otherwise)

I'm pretty sure everyone's gone through the "I just thought of the concept of dogman for more than two seconds and have decided it's fucked up" phase but its destroying my mind at the moment

Now I know I'm not supposed to read too into it because George and Harold's writing is generally silly and unrealistic unless they're projecting but i'm going to do it anyways.

How does dogman even make noise?? Are the stiches attached by the top of his neck or the base?? Because that drastically changes his vocal range if it's one or the other. I'm assuming it's he's attached to officer knights body at the base of his neck so it makes sense that he can't speak.

Does he need physical therapy??? I'm pretty sure the human body isn't supposed to move like a dog's. We've all seen him move like he would if he was still normal but no matter how natural it feels we're bipedal and he's forcing his body to do quadruped. Would he have to curb his dog behaviors in order to not harm knight's body? (Note: In my eyes, he 100% doesn't see officer knights body as *his*, even though he controls it. It is one of the last things he has of him after all.)

But he does have moments where he just doesn't do that at all and walks and runs like a human should + whatever fighting style he uses. Is he doing these things off of muscle memory from officer knights body?? If so, what the hell happens if he wants to learn something new??

What does his diet look like? We've seen him eat dog food but I'm pretty sure that's not healthy in the long run for a human's body. I don't know anything about serious about biology, but dogs can't eat chocolate because of their stomach, no? So can he taste chocolate for the first time? Does he inherit Knight's allergies??

[Spoilers below the cut, but the general idea is questioning if he can be counted as sapient or not, so buh bye if you haven't watched it yet!]

Most importantly to me, because I really want to enjoy the Detey ship but there's always this question ringing in my head, did he get smart enough to be counted as sapient? The procedure was vague as George and Harold fumbled the specifics but there had to be some neural surgery from his brain to his body right??

It was cute and all, but his interactions with petey, especially after becoming his friend after he recently killed his best friend was a bit concerning in the mental department. I know most of this can be boiled down to "the middle schoolers aren't Shakespeare" but come on lemme overthink about this

I NEED ANSWERS THAT I WONT GET GAAAAAAAAAH

[majimaisms]

absolutely fascinating to me that this is what majima thinks makoto wants/needs to hear. considering how much he's projecting onto her, and how he sees her as a version of himself, i think one of the logical conclusions to draw here is that this is what majima wants to hear. he wants to be told that someone will be there beside him and that they'll keep him safe no matter what happens.

and she's having none of it. because she is actually too much like majima. she acts as a perfect mirror. and certainly, there's an interpretation of this as majima underestimating her, not giving her enough credit, but i think it's also possible that he's just projecting. believing that this is what she needs to hear doesn't mean he thinks any less of her, just that she is too much like him. his double standard then becomes a matter of something more akin to self-recognition through the other, rather than something that can be boiled down to misogyny.

but here's where things get interesting. this implies that whatever "similarity" exists between them, at least in terms of how self-reliant they are, how "independent" they are, is an illusion. that it's not that makoto is actually too much like majima -- it's that she's the ideal that majima is aspiring to. makoto at this point in the story is a genuine example of what majima only appears to be, was forced to be, and perhaps resents having to be. because why go out of your way, over and over again, to shelter people you strongly identify with (as opposed to just people you care about) if you don't believe it's something everyone, if given the choice, would choose? to have someone to "keep them safe no matter what happens"?

it's the kind of baseline assumption that people make when they think everyone who's a lot like them is exactly like them. a very common pitfall. but he's wrong.

she proves his assumptions wrong. she does not, when given the opportunity, choose that. she asks him to kill dojima and his lieutenants, because she has convinced herself it's what tachibana would've wanted, and she's had enough of people trying to solve her problems for her by protecting or sheltering her, without her input. "helping" makoto has to be done on her terms now. and the first words to come out of her mouth as she's dying? expressing shame for failing to accomplish her goals on her own. for not being able to be self-reliant enough.

and majima tried to discourage her from taking revenge on the dojima family because it's "not who she is," and he "can't imagine that's who her brother was." because he sees her as better than himself, too good, too pure, too soft, and he wants to preserve that in her. and this time it's because he thinks they're too different. but he's actually wrong again. he's both not giving himself enough credit here, and giving her too much. because he's uncharitable to himself, and too charitable to her. but they are the same in this. and the moment she's in danger, he's the one seeking vengeance, for her, in her stead, just like she did with tachibana.

they both think the ultimate sacrifice you can make in the name of love is to compromise your values, your principles. do the unspeakable thing, do the "wrong" thing, as long as that's what it takes to keep your loved ones safe.

it takes sera spelling it out to majima that bloodying his hands for makoto's sake will hurt her more than it will help her to stop him killing dojima. and majima goes ballistic at the suggestion that even the ultimate sacrifice is not enough to protect her, to save her from a lifetime of being a target for the tojo. (an organization he has sworn unwavering loyalty to, by the way, and is trying to crawl back into.)

majima's "hannya" side has never been about his own retaliation, his own revenge. it's always been for the sake of people he cares about, and makoto is the most prominent example of this. but more importantly, she also is exactly like this. majima lists nishitani, sagawa and lee as the people he learned from in y0. and they certainly were the people he modeled mad dog after and learned important life lessons from. but i think #1 on that list is and always will be makoto, followed by sera. because he would never have found the strength to become mad dog if he had not watched makoto do it first.

makoto has a level of emotional strength that majima lacks but is drawn to and inspired by. her whole life, she has been protected by "older brothers" who took care of her like a little sister -- tachibana, lee, majima. she has had to fight for her independence to be recognized.

majima has had no one. he's too independent. but it's not by choice. and he wants to be protected and taken care of. this is the one thing they are opposites in and i think what makes them such compelling parallels and contrasts to each other, as well as people who had a lot to learn from each other but ultimately needed the exact opposite of what they could give each other. yakuza 0 the game that you are

[delicatepointofview]

gonna have to deal with people missing the point of louis singing 1d songs in festivals... don't get me started on the other covers

[stupidrant]

Since we’re on the topic of video games, im tired of these fucking remakes. Ive said it before but i’ll say it again each time. These companies dont wanna invest in an actually good remaster or port and would rather waste their time with these remakes bcuz “ooh look how shiny and better the graphics look!!1!1!1” often times it has an empty feeling because everything has to be ultra realism super 6000. Its gotten so bad that now regular gamers are starting to gaslight you into playing or enjoying them. So much has been lost artistically, (like the cool UI designs) that it’s now considered “juvenile” and that i need to “grow up” and “accept it” 😂

[crimescrimson]

The Main House in Resident Evil 7 (2017)

[frogeyedape]

I am so unbelievably pissed off. FUCK HOAs

Oh, my trash/recycling bin can't be visible except on pickup day? Ok whatever fine I hate you but I can deal with this

Weekly inspections?????? FU FU FU FU FU

SECOND NOTICE ALSO WE'RE CHARGING YOU MONEY TO SEND YOU CERTIFIED MAIL OF THIS TOTALLY LEGIT TOTALLY SECOND NOTICE OF WHAT IS ACTUALLY A VIOLATION cue me: checks notes. Hmm. My recycling bin was. on the curb. on recycling pickup day. You know. The day it has to be out. The day it is motherfucking ALLOWED TO BE FUCKING OUT AND VISIBLE.

so. 1) not a violation

I have sent them the trash AND recycling pickup schedules, which are DIFFERENT, btw

I have disputed the fact of the violation

I have disputed the linking of this "violation" to a previous violation MONTHS AGO--their "first notice" in this case was a "Courtesy Notice" LITERALLY 5 MONTHS AGO and they've done so many inspections since then and my bin CLEARLY WASN'T OUT IN THOSE INTERVENING MONTHS so WTMFH

So I am posting like a crazy person here instead of sending the absolutely deranged email I almost sent (I did send a slightly less deranged version with the disputes, and requesting a hearing)

OMG. It has been. Less than one hour since I learned this fun fun news. My bin was out YESTERDAY, y'all. YESTERDAY. I am going to blow a gasket

[tweedfrog]

Need to think more about whether the veins of incestuous behaviour that flow thru the Lannister storyline from Tywin to -> Cersei, Jaime, Tyrion, Joanna, and Tytos' mistress was Tywin subconciously apeing the Targaryen Doctrine of Exceptionalism and the justification for incest that flows through all the Targaryen story lines.

I think its especially interesting because the doctrine of exceptionalism very much came after the repeated incest in the Targaryen family and we aren't sure to what extent the blood of the dragon/old valyria is the real justification for this or whether it's just a post-hoc justification for concentrating power within the family.

Whereas with Tywin the exceptionalism he thinks the lannisters have that makes them "better" than other people pretty much lies at the heart of all the incestuous behaviour within the Lannister clan