#whata mood

[alexbkrieger13]

[honeypleasejustkillme]

*sad italian whimpers*

[confetti-critter]

finding and typing up poems I like for a mini poetry book but typing is harder rn and Im making lots of mistakes

doing projects isn't working, I'm kinda doing one thing, then putting it down and trying smth else, it's not feeling good, I don't feel like doing anything, blah blah blah

[tteokdoroki]

AALI AALI!!

you and bakugou usually do missionary during sex, he likes to watch your face and blah blah right? well one day he says he wants to try doggy, no problem. well as hes fucking you so good you hear giggling,

all the sudden you become very self conscious, and aware. he’s laughing at you!! you stop him, telling him your not in the mood. Bakugou understands and leaves to the bathroom to jerk off. all is well but it doesn’t leave your mind that he was giggling at you.

well you begin to cry, big fat salty tears. and when he hears this hes by your side, comforting you and asking whata wrong. you whine about how he was laughing at your body. his face goes red, he said,

“im not laughing at you, or your body. your butt jiggles when i thrust inside of you.”

katsuki bakugou is such a man.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — fluff, suggestive but no smut, minors dni, aftercare scenes, gn!reader.

OH PLEASE THATS SO CUTEEEE :(( bakugou would definitely feel guilty — he hates making you cry for any reason other than pleasure so he’d scoop you up so fast and pull you into his chest, kissing your forehead, rubbing your back until you’re calm enough to properly explain your feelings to him.

“you gonna tell me what’s runnin’ through yer pretty little head, gorgeous?” and like he doesn’t push when you hiccup and take a few moments to collect yourself — instead bakugou slows his breathing so that yours can match up with his and you’re breathing together, listening out to his heartbeat to calm yourself down. “c’mon, no more tears. tell me what’s up so i can make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

please and you’re all pouty, because katsuki really is so good to you and you feel almost silly for ruining the mood. he’s a great partner, he cares about you, brushing a calloused thumb over your cheek to fill the silence as you piece together what you want to say. “i thought you were laughing at me…when i bent over and— it’s silly i know.” you whisper and your lip quivers as you clutch onto him a little tighter. “I guess…i got self conscious? i hate not looking good for you and—“

stop cause his cheeks would start burning, hot spreading all over the back of his neck and bakugou would squeeze you so tight in that way you know he’s silently apologising in. “baby,” he almsot whines, tucking his face atop your head as if to hide how embarrassed he is. “i…wasn’t laughin’ at your body. you’re fuckin’ gorgeous and i’ll say it as many times as you want me to and mean it. i just…i like the way your ass bounces when you let me fuck you from behind. it’s like watchin’ puddin’ jiggle.”

bakugou would be so embarrassed to admit it, you’d be sitting in his arms completely silent a bit in shock before a soft smile crosses your lips. “katsuki?”

“hm?” he peeks one eye open to look at you, still flustered beyond belief with his heart racing.

“i think we’re both a little silly, huh?”

“yeah,” he would wince and squeeze you again, still a little shy but happy to see you smiling. “you’re okay though? ‘m sorry for laughin’.”

“more than okay.”

:(( he pampers you for the rest of the night after that.

[tdlosk-confessions]

What do you think is one one of the most wholesome moments in the Saiki K anime?

Ooooo that's a difficult one. There are a lot of wholesome sweet moments it's kinda hard to choose

But I were to go off the top of my head I'd probably say one of the most wholesome moments to me is Kaidou reading out the birthday letter he wrote for Saiki during the Season 1 Finale episode

It's a bit sad they didnt know his actual birthday and instead thought his dad's was his but the fact Saiki didn't want to hurt their feelings by telling them (bittersweetish?)

But. Look at the letter:

"Dear Saiki, I know you'll think it's overdramatic of me to write you a letter but that's okay. You're a great friend who I share many precious memories with. I can't believe it's only been 6 months since we met at the start of the anime series. Anyway, thanks to you, I met everyone else and they brought joy to my life in so many ways too! I know it's sappy but it's true. It'd good to know you're always looking out for me, I wanna be a better person because of you. Thank you for being born.

- Happy Birthday from Kaidou"

LIKE. TELL ME THATS NOT THE MOST HEARTFELT MONOLOGUE IN THIS SERIES. It's genuinely so sweet

AND HE SMILES AT IT TOO!!!!!!!

"what a pain. guess i can't stop them after all." <- boy who totally can stop them but is choosing not to

OH ALSO kuniharus conversation with saiki too

Kuniharu: "Let's switch now, so you can have fun."

Kusuo: "Yeah, I'll pass. If I go down there I'll just kill the mood."

Kuniharu: "Who cares about that? Those kids like you Kusuo, and deep down you like them too. After all, you asked me to take your place so they wouldn't feel bad about getting your birthday wrong, right? But they didn't come to spend time with me. Even if the mood does change, I think they'd rather be with you. Go down there, son."

Kusuo: "...Who are you to give me advice?"

Kuniharu: "I'm your DAD."

Like just. Sobs. SOOOOOOOOBS

AND HES RIGHT TOO!!!! HES RIGHT!!!! Saiki does care about his friends even if he doesn't show it, and his friends appreciate him even if to them he's quiet and not as lively as his dad was acting to pretend to be him

The whole episode was good like wtf they made him a cake and make him a video birthday card like WHATA IM JUST. WOW.

sorry for the ramble but it's genuinely one of the most wholesome (and one of my favorite!) moments/episodes of the series!!!

TL;DR: kaidous birthday letter to saiki and kuniharu speech to saiki

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

in a bad mood and just easily frustrated. and my parents keep asking "whata wrong???" and not only is that not helpful. idk. I'm just upset. im on my period let me be emotional for a few days

[mizho-babe]

Halloween Party

A Mizho/Paresse fic I've had in my tumblr drafts for years now. Hope you enjoy :)

Summary – AU prompt: “I came to the Halloween party as Frankenstein and you came as Frankenstein’s Bride, now everyone thinks we’re dates”

Pairing - Mizho/Paresse Word Count – 4,431 Rating/Warnings - T - swearing, irresponsible drinking, flip cup

Mizho took a scoop of the spiked punch and poured it right back where it came from, the bits of fruit, fake spiders, and glitter falling out of the ladle into a brown, murky bowl. Her dark-painted lips downturned into a disdainful pout. 

Her brother, Rage, dressed as Freddy Kreuger, shared the same disgusted expression. “I’m not drinking that.”

“Absolutely not.” Mizho agreed. She was dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein’s Monster, complete with the dark makeup, bandages wrapped around her arms, and black & white streaks through her hair. Instead of a long caped dress she opted for a too-short white bandage dress. (Costume be damned, Mizho didn’t do long & drapey clothes)

“Stop being pussies,” Vice, wearing a dark tattered cloak & a Ghost Face mask, drunkenly snatched the ladle from Mizho and poured himself a large portion into his red solo cup.

“There’s literally a dirty sock in there.” Mizho deadpanned.

“Well then stick to shots!” Fussa loudly slurred next to them. He was dressed in what Mizho thought was the laziest costume - a 70s disco jockey, which required no effort on his part except to keep his sunglasses on and to wear a patterned shirt. Despite being obviously drunk, he was expertly cutting several limes with a large machete, a costume prop someone had left behind in the kitchen.

Vice chugged his cup before burping loudly. “Isn’t that guy supposed to be your DD?”

“He’s also way too old to be here.” Mizho chimed in.

“I’m also your manager and producer, '' Fussa added, shooting daggers at Mizho for suggesting that he wasn’t young. “Making sure my stars don’t ruin their music careers with a stupid scandal at this random party in the middle of bumble fuck.”

“We just performed at the local amphitheater.” Rage said. “If anything, blacking out here will cement our legacy with these people.”

“And it’ll all be worth it.” Mizho said sarcastically. 

“I see someone is still in a bitchy mood that they couldn't go to some bullshit movie.” Rage glared.

“It was Nosferatu! The original vampire movie.” Mizho had only agreed to visit this town on their fall tour because it was home to a famous vintage film center that only showed movies before the 1950’s. That Friday, the theater was screening one of her favorite old horror movies, but of course, it was the same night as their concert.

“You’re such a nerdy freak.” Vice sneered. “I don’t even know what your costume is supposed to be. A pirate covered in striped toilet paper?”

“Watch it.” Rage scowled, his temper flaring up as it always did when someone made a reference to Mizho’s eyepatch.

“It’s the Bride of Frankenstein’s Monster, moron.”

“Bride of Franka-whata?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“These shots aren’t going to drink themselves!” Fussa interrupted, almost maniacally giggling as he pushed the shot glasses over to them, the liquor spilling over the small glasses’ edges onto the kitchen counter.

The group downed the shots, Vice and Fussa’s faces souring - and Rage and Mizho remaining stoic.

“You kids,” Fussa chased with his lime slice. “I don’t know how you handle your liquor so well.”

“Hey!!” Orgullo stuck his large redhead in from the kitchen window. “Your drummer is getting his ass beat in the backyard.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Fussa pinched his nose bridge, still wobbly from the shot. “There’s always something.”

“Also your boyfriend is outside by the tree if you were looking for him.” Orgullo continued, looking at Mizho.

“Huh?” Mizho kept her arms crossed but glanced around to see if the bulky redhead was in fact speaking to someone else near her.

A loud shout and a crash was heard from outside and Orgullo left the window before he could respond.

“Boyfriend?” Rage looked at her, and Mizho could tell by his voice that he was slightly inflamed. It was cute that he was still a protective older brother at their adult age. It almost made Mizho forget that just hours earlier, they were screaming in each other’s faces because she was taking too long to do her makeup in the bathroom.

“No idea.”

“We’re all shitfaced here.” Vice said. “I bet Orgullo doesn't even know who your drummer is.”

“It’s probably him.” Fussa and Rage said in tandem. While Fussa has been trying to shape them up into a respectable indie band, their drummer was proving to be a bit of a hassle, constantly picking fights with the backstage crew and pushing back on Fussa in the recording studio.

“I’ve been telling you guys that he sucks. Plus he bores the hell out of me when he rambles on the tour bus.” Mizho said.

“Everyone bores you Mizho.” Fussa pointed out.

“I wanna see this fight.” Vice had poured himself another tequila shot and slammed it down on the counter. “I’m bored by this fuckin’ party and I need some entertainment.”

“Help me murder - and fire - this piece of shit drummer and I guarantee you it will be fun.” Fussa sighed and cracked his back, getting ready to go outside.

“You gonna be alright?” Rage said to his sister, more of a statement than a question. He knew she could handle herself.

“Yeah. I’ll just ask my ‘boyfriend’ to save me if I need help.” Mizho responded. Rage rolled his eyes.

“Catch you later.” Rage adjusted his black Kreuger hat on, hiding his long blonde hair underneath it, and ran away with Vice and Fussa.

Mizho looked around, realizing she was alone in the derelict kitchen with only drunk party goers raiding the fridge or throwing up in the sink.

–

Standing outside by a tree, Paresse narrowly avoided being decapitated by ducking just as a machete threw past his head and lodged unto the trunk of the tree. 

“FUCKING STOP YOU ASSHOLES” a guy wearing a red striped Freddy Kreuger-esque shirt roared as he, a 70s disco man, and Ghost Face ran into the growing crowd near the backyard pool.

Paresse shrugged and drained his beer, deciding he wanted a new drink if he was going to watch the rest of this fight, and turned to head inside the house.

As soon as he walked in, he realized he was a bit overdressed. It was already an atypically warm October night, but the temperature inside the house felt like a sweltering hotbox, the dark lights casting neon purples, blues, and greens across the slick wooden floors. Everyone looked sweaty, drunk, and purposefully underdressed.

Paresse did not like parties one bit. He didn't care if it sounded pretentious - he much preferred staying home and sleeping after work. The pulsating beats, the crowded spaces, and the forced small talk were a trifecta of discomfort for him. The chaos of a party only served to drain him, leaving him yearning for the tranquility of his room, where he could immerse himself in the rhythmic hum of his drum kit or the soothing melodies of his favorite dark tunes. The idea of navigating through a sea of strangers, feigning enthusiasm, felt like an exhausting ordeal. Paresse had mastered the art of evasion, often slipping away unnoticed to the outskirts of the gathering, finding solace in the shadows rather than the spotlight.

He was only dragged here on short notice by his cousin and roommate Desir, who also insisted that they follow the party’s Halloween theme. He was woken up on his day off today at 3pm by Desir throwing shirts and sweatpants out of his closet. Since he only had black & dark green clothes, Desir decided to dress him as Frankenstein’s Monster, layering his black blazer on top of his faded olive t shirt. Paresse was too tired to protest when Desir finished off by covering his face and neck in green face paint, and covering his sand-colored hair with a black wig outfitted with the iconic bolts on each side.

Now, Paresse could feel the heat on his back. Wearing a heavy oversized blazer maybe wasn’t the right fashion choice by his stylist.

“Bro.” Two drunk guys bumped into him, and instead of apologizing they looked up at him and reached their hands out to dap him up. “Your girl is bad, I need a piece of that.”

Paresse had no time to be confused, as his cousin also happened to bump into him straight afterwards.

“HAH! There you are!” Desir, costumed in a white & red suit as Tony Montana, was carrying a bottle of whiskey, and behind him Paresse could see he was already building a harem of drunk men & women who were all hanging onto his arm.

“Where are the drinks?” 

Desir gestured backwards with his chin. “There’s a couple of coolers by the kitchen.”

“Thanks.”

Desir reached up and dusted a leaf off Paresse’s shoulder, the bottle of whiskey bumping into Paresse’s chest as he did so. “Why does it look like you’ve just fallen out of a tree?”

“There’s a brawl happening outside.” Paresse simply replied, as if that explained everything.

“Hm. I heard there’s a band touring in town this weekend.” Desir mused. “Apparently they are a hot-headed bunch.”

“You’re saying that like it’s a good thing.”

“Oh it is. I came here for dinner and a show.” Desir winked and moved past Paresse out the door, his followers giggling & chatting behind him. “Have fun, Frankenstein!”

“Frankenstein’s Monster.” Paresse mumbled.

Paresse’s plan of action was to get a drink, maybe another beer, and then blend in with a dark corner somewhere in the backyard until Desir had enough fun & they could leave. Considering what happened last time Desir dragged him out for a party……it was going to be a long night.

Meanwhile, Mizho sipped from a can of hard seltzer as she wandered through the rooms of the house. She thanked herself for wearing her heavy platform lace-up boots tonight, as the floor was slick with alcohol, and she saw multiple drunk casualties as people tripped and spilled their drink all over themselves. Not to mention some random asshole tried grabbing her ass, and she had to swiftly stomp down on his foot, almost breaking it as he squealed and ran away.

She was getting bored of all this.

“Oh my God,” a girl stopped in front of Mizho and squealed. “Your couple’s costumes are so cute! My favorite tonight!!”

“...Thank you.” Mizho responded, not sure how else to react. She scanned the room she was in but couldn’t find anyone else dressed up as Frankenstein’s Bride. Lots of Marvel superheroes, witches, and inflatable dinosaurs, but no tortured Mary Shelley monsters. 

She moved from that room to the main living room, where a DJ had his setup ontop of a bunch of cardboard boxes in the corner. The music was blasting, and it looked like there was an impromptu dance competition in the middle of the room. People were constantly walking through the crowd, their costumes & faces going in and out of the neon lights as they passed by.

Mizho decided to stand against the wall right in front of a cooler and claim the rest of the contents as hers. She did not enjoy parties not because she was anti-social (ok, maybe she was), but because the chaotic energy, deafening music, and over-the-top debauchery simply weren't her scene. Mizho preferred the calm of a dimly lit vintage movie theater, the subtle thrill of a suspenseful horror novel, or the solitary introspection of her music studio. In this sea of raucous laughter and blaring beats, she found solace in observing the madness from her vantage point. If there was anything good about these large parties, they made for good distractions, and Mizho relished the notion of escaping into her own world, even if it meant standing against a wall and claiming a cooler of drinks as her makeshift throne.

“Excuse me.”

Mizho looked up at the tall - too tall - man. He had a layer of green paint covering his face and neck, his black wig almost brushing against the room’s low ceiling.

He was so tall that she had to tilt her head all the way back to make eye contact with him.

“So… you’re the Monster.” The boyfriend and couples costume remarks clicked for Mizho, staring up at the man. His costume was genius in its simplicity, perfectly matching her more dramatic getup.

Paresse looked down at the girl dressed as Frankenstein’s Bride, instantly understanding the comment those two random guys gave him earlier. Her white mini dress showed off her curves in the best way. He couldnt help but give her a once-over, his eyes scanning up past her legs, her hips; past her chest to her face. Her face had soft feminine features, tempered by her fierce feline-shaped left eye and a leather eyepatch over her right eye. Definitely the most beautiful girl he had seen in a long while, maybe ever, in this town.

“Some party, huh.” Paresse said, immediately kicking himself for the stupid conversation starter. Usually he didn’t converse with anyone, much less an attractive woman, and he didn’t mind that, but that lack of experience did not come in handy now.

Mizho raised a hand to her ear, pretending she couldn’t hear him.

“I said-“ Paresse spoke louder over the pounding bass beat. “So you’re Frankenstein’s Bride, huh?”

“Mmm. Yeah.” Mizho replied, amused that he switched up his response on the second try for her. This guy wasn’t her type, at least from what she could tell in the dark room, but he had a nice voice.

Paresse paused, remembering that he wanted a drink from the cooler she was standing in front of, and abruptly forgetting about it when he locked eyes with her again.

“Apparently we have the best couple’s costume here.” Mizho filled the dead air. She was used to people attempting and failing to talk to her. Might as well throw this guy a bone to pass the time.

“...I mean… look at the competition." Paresse gestured subtly to the crowd, where various costumes ranged from the mundane to the downright bizarre. As he turned his head to the side, the strobe lights shined on the side of his face, illuminating his strong jawline & facial features to Mizho.

She followed his gaze, her lips quirking into a smirk. "Yeah, hard to believe someone thought dressing as a giant banana was a good idea."

The DJ, stationed at a makeshift booth with blaring speakers, grabbed the microphone, his voice booming over the lively crowd. "Alright, party people! Who's up for a game of flip cup? It's time to show off those drinking skillz!"

Mizho pulled her attention from the tall Monster and rolled her eyes at the suggestion. "Flip cup? Seriously? I thought we were at a party, not a college frat gathering."

Her snide comment caught the attention of the DJ, who decided to play along. "Well, well, well, looks like we got a flip cup critic over here. How about you and maybe your boyfriend there come down and show everyone how it's done?"

Mizho sighed, her sarcasm undeterred. "Sure, why not? I could use a good laugh."

As she made her way to the impromptu flip cup table, Paresse observed her from a distance.  Despite her petite frame, Mizho emanated confidence and a subtle defiance that piqued his curiosity.

The DJ handed Mizho a red solo cup, a smirk on his face. "Let's see if you're as good as your mouth."

Mizho shot him a dry look as several men in the crowd laughed and whistled. Her opponent, a woman dressed as a butterfly, already looked at her with deep condenscension.

“Your costume is dumb.” The girl drunkenly said.

“So is your face.”

“Stupid comeback.”

“Not as stupid as your boyfriend,” she glanced with her one eye at the girl’s partner, whom Paresse recognized as the one of the guys that bumped into him earlier. “He tried grabbing my ass earlier. Ask him why he’s been limping all night.”

The girl, enraptured, threw her red cup of jungle juice on the front of Mizho’s dress, staining the white ribbed material red. Paresse noticed the juice dripped down her chest, right in between her cleavage, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“Oops!” The girl snickered before returning to her posse on the other side of the table.

Mizho looked down at her ruined, red-blotched dress, silent but the tall man could see her full lips were in a large, rageful frown.

Mizho looked up at Paresse, and he nodded in silent agreement. “Let’s kick her ass.”

They approached the table, lined with 8 beer-filled cups on each side. 

“You any good at flip cup?” Mizho looked at Paresse. She unwrapped her costume’s white bandages from her hands, hoping her partner wouldn't catch on to the fact that she has only watched her older brother & his dumbass friends play these kinds of drinking games - she’s never played them herself.

Paresse, still processing the unexpected turn of events, shrugged. "Yeah, I'm not bad."

“We have our opposing team now!” The DJ announced. “We have Frankenstein-”

“Frankenstein’s Monster.” Paresse and Mizho corrected at the same time, and looked at each other, caught off guard by their in-sync response.

“-And his Bride!” the DJ finished the introductions, waving his hand at the players.

“"Alright, party people! Gather 'round, here are the rules of the game in a nutshell: you and your date must chug each solo cup like you're the thirstiest duo in town, then channel your inner acrobat and flip that cup upside down! First team to flip all 6 cups wins the round!”

A buff guy blew a blaring horn and the first round began. Paresse quickly picked up the first cup and dunked it back before laying the cup on the edge of the table. He flipped it on the first try, and looked to see Mizho was already drinking her cup before she also positioned it on the table and flipped it. They won the first round with ease, with the other couple barely making it past the second cup.

“You’re actually good at this.” Mizho raised an eyebrow of surprise.

Paresse’s neck got a little hot from the compliment. “I’m a drummer, I have somewhat good hand-eye coordination.” He looked off to the side and noticed Desir had entered the house again and was casually watching on the sidelines.

“She’s hot.” Desir mouthed to Paresse, gesturing with his bottle at the petite woman he was playing flip cup with. “Get it in.”

The beginner’s luck didn’t last as they lost the second round, which resulted in Mizho having a brief but screechy argument with the DJ over whether or not the other couple cheated.

Paresse, now fully feeling the heat and the multiple cups of beer, shrugged off his blazer for the third round, revealing surprisingly large biceps to Mizho. She blinked multiple times. Maybe the alcohol was distorting her vision. 

After four rounds, it was a tie for 2-2. Paresse cannot remember the last time he was this active outside of drum practice. His throat burned, and his green face paint was gone after all of the drinks he’s had.

“All right,” the DJ yelled on the mic. “Time for sudden death.” 

“Choose one player to do this last round…. And they’re SHOTSSSS” 

They poured 8 shots into the solo cups on the table. Paresse felt woozy just looking at the clear liquid in the cups. He looked over at Mizho and she was staring straight forward, not even blinking.

“I got this.” He immediately said, even though all he wanted to do was call quits on this stupid drinking game.

“No, I got this.”

“I don’t think so.” He was already drunk, and she was half his size. No way was she going to handle 8 shots in a row.

Mizho grabbed his shoulder - as far up as her arm could reach - and violently pulled his face down close to hers.

“This is my round.” Mizho stared, her hazel eye dangerously narrowed.

Intimidated, and a little turned on, Paresse nodded and Mizho let him go & stepped in front of the table.

When they blew the horn, Mizho knocked back the first shot with precision, her eye closing in silent acceptance that tomorrow’s hangover was going to suck. While the other person’s strategy was to take shot after shot in quick succession, Mizho took a brief pause between each cup to take a deep breath. At the last cup, she decided to just go straight for it, drinking the shot and then flipping the cup - while her opponent couldn’t even finish, rushing away before his last cup to throw up in a garbage can.

The crowd cheered. Mizho remained stone-faced, and Paresse couldn’t tell if she was all right or completely gone. 

Everyone cheered, including the girl who had originally thrown her drink at Mizho. Mizho caught sight of her, and she reached under the table for the remaining bottle of Malibu. Paresse watched - in slow motion, doing nothing to stop it - as Mizho unscrewed the cap and poured the entire bottle on top of the girl’s head.

Paresse placed a light hand on Mizho’s shoulder and pulled her away from the now-screaming and drenched girl, slightly scared that Mizho was going to flip and target him next. “Let’s… go outside.”

He gently pushed her through the crowd and out the front door, his large hands completely covering her tiny shoulders. Halfway to the door, it hit Mizho that she had actually poured the bottle on that girl and she started cackling.

Her laugh rang clearer once they were outside in the night air, and the sound made Paresse smile, and then eventually crack up as well.

Their gazes locked, and a shared realization dawned upon them. The absurdity of their presence at this party, winning in a drinking game, struck a chord with their typically reserved personalities, prompting peals of more laughter that echoed on the front porch.

“I don't even think I caught your name.” Paresse admitted, still catching his breath.

“Mizho.” 

“Paresse.”

“Back there,” Mizho flipped her hair, the ice now fully broken. “You mentioned you were a drummer?”

“Yeah, I mostly do studio sessions and substituting at local bars whenever they need someone.” Paresse mumbled ‘fuck it’ and took his wig on, revealing his messy sand-colored hair.

“Nice.” Mizho paused, studying him with a discerning gaze. “I’m a singer.”

Paresse could see it. She had the looks and the dont-fuck-with-me attitude that one needed in the entertainment industry. Plus, and most importantly, now that they were in a quiet area, Paresse could also tell that her voice was smooth and youthful.

“My band and I are in town for the weekend.” Mizho continued, after a beat.

“So you’re the group that performed at the amphitheater.”

“Did you go?”

“No,” Paresse said, hoping that wouldn’t turn her off. “….I was at a movie.”

“What movie?”

Paresse shifted, continuing to hope that he wouldn’t look like a total loser. “Nosferatu. The original one.”

Mizho’s eye widened. “No fucking way. I wanted to go to that.”

“Really?” Paresse cracked a small smile. "You… have excellent taste. It was a rare chance to catch it on the big screen."

Mizho's eye sparkled with enthusiasm and it made Paresse’s heart beat faster. "Absolutely. The atmosphere, the darkness in every scene, it's a horror masterpiece. I can't believe I missed it."

"Well, you had a memorable alternative tonight," Paresse remarked, gesturing vaguely towards the chaotic party behind them. 

Mizho let out a brief chuckle, the melodious sound blending seamlessly with the night air. "True. I guess this was entertaining.”

As they continued talking, it became evident that their perspectives on parties were remarkably similar. Both not fond of the raucous energy, they preferred the quieter, more introspective pursuits. Mizho's disdain for parties was rooted in her appreciation for vintage media and the solace of her music, while Paresse, being a drummer, found comfort in the calm after a day's work.

Paresse couldn't help but be captivated by her presence—the way her eyes lit up when talking about music, the subtle nuances in her expressions, and the confident yet enigmatic aura she exuded.

“I've been playing drums since forever.” Paresse looked beyond the porch at the line of cars in the driveway and on the street. “It's a bit of a cliché, but it's my passion.”

Mizho smirked, leaning forward on the porch railings next to him. “Well, clichés exist for a reason. I'm guessing you have a favorite genre?”

He nodded. “Rock, mostly. But I appreciate the rhythm in other genres. How about you? What's your favorite style to sing?”

“Rock suits me too. Something about belting out powerful lyrics just feels right.” Mizho paused, unexpectedly shy for a moment. “Though, I do have a soft spot for French jazz sometimes.”

Paresse nodded, and Mizho thought that his calm demeanor was a breath of fresh air among the asshole men she usually spent her days with.

"So, what's your verdict on this party?" Paresse asked, genuinely curious.

Mizho smirked, her hazel eye gleaming mischievously. "Not sure if it was interesting or just utterly bizarre, but I suppose it's a story to tell. How about you?"

Paresse chuckled. "I'm with you on that. Tonight's been... unexpectedly entertaining."

They exchanged a knowing glance. The silence that fell between them felt natural, and Paresse could feel the anticipation and a subtle tension in the air.

The magnetic pull between them intensified, and Mizho, feeling a surge of boldness, teased, "Are you always this chatty with your studio mates?"

Paresse chuckled and answered honestly. “Not at all.”

She closed the gap between them and kissed him, Paresse hesitating before snaking his hand down her back, and another through her long hair. The touch of Paresse's hand in her hair sent shivers down her spine, and she deepened the kiss, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.

“Hey…” he breathed when they broke away. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Sure,” Mizho suggestively smirked, before spotting,  over Paresse’s shoulder, her brother in the backyard catching sight of them. Rage looked at Mizho, then at Paresse - one hand on her ass, another in her hair - and started storming over. 

“Did I mention my band needs a new drummer?” Mizho quickly said. 

“...No,” Paresse continued kissing her cheek, and then her neck. “You haven’t.”

“Hmm. Okay, just thought you should know that for when you’re trying to get back on my brother’s good side.”

“What-” Paresse started, before being interrupted by Mizho pulling him back down for another kiss.

[itakesurveyssss]

🏥🛕🏭 Emoji Asks Part 2 🏢🏥🏛️

🌪️ Have you ever lived through a natural disaster?

No, luckily they are rare in my country.

🌈 Whwn did you last see a rainbow?

Last week I think.

🍏 What’s your favourite apple flavoured thing?

Actual Apples are nice and so is Apple juice, Apple pie, Apple bonbons, quite a few Apple things really.

🍌 Whwn did you last eat a banana?

About a month ago.

🍓 What’s your favourite fruit that ends in -berry?

Probably Strawberry. I do like most the others as well though.

🍍 Do Pineapples belong on Pizza?

I love Pineapple on Pizza personally.

🍅 Do you prefer real tomatoes or ketchup?

I like both but do love real tomatoes

🥐 What breakfast pastries do you like?

All the pains! Also bagels, croissants, breads, I like my breakfast pastries and breads.

🧀 What’s your favourite kind of cheese?

Cheddar probably, as you can have it with everything.

🥚 How do you like your eggs?

Scrambled but I also enjoy them fried.

🥞 Pancakes or waffles?

I love both! ❤️

🥩 Bacon or sausage?

Depends on my mood really.

🌭 Do you like hot dogs? If so, what do you have on them?

Cheese, mustard, fried onions

🍟 What’s your favourite fast food place?

Too hard as too many different types.

🥫 what’s your favourite soup?

Tomato, mushroom, onion, chicken

🍦 What’s your top 3 icecream flavours?

Banana, mint chocolate chip, bueno

🍭 when did you last have a lollipop?

Few weeks ago - my kids couldn’t finish theirs.

🎂 How old are you on your next birthday?

35 😳

🍩 Filled doughnuts or sugared?

I like both. I like the chocolate filled ones or the jam filled ones but also like glazed and iced.

☕️ How do you like your coffee?

I like it white. I love mochas and lattes.

🥂 What’s your favourite alcoholic drink?

Probably either cocktails or cider.

🥢 Can you use chopsticks?

Nope :)

⚽️ Whata your favourite sport involving a ball?

Football (soccer)

�� Are you good at pool?

Absolutely not.

🏆 Havw you ever came first place in a competition?

Sports wise? My team as a whole yeah but not me as an individual. I’ve came first place in writing though.

🎨 Are you good at painting?

No, but I do love to paint I find it very therapeutic.

🎬 Have you ever wanted to get into acting?

Oh yeah for sure. I never pursued it due to having a sight problem but I’m very good at improv and acting and I really enjoy doing it. I like to direct stuff too and I did that in College when studied media which was really fun.

🎤 How often do you sing?

Every chance U can get. Again I’m not good at it but I really enjoy it as it raises my mood. I adore music!

🎹 Can you play an instrument?

No - at least not correctly.

🎲 What’s your favourite board game?

Monopoly or Trivial Pursuit I reckon. I love most board games to be honest I seem to be one of very few people I know who actually do.

🎳 Are you good at bowling?

No but I’m still in a club and our team won so who cares :)

🧩 Are you good at puzzles?

Depends on the type really. I’m quite good with word puzzles and trivia and riddles but I’m not good at spatial awareness based puzzles but that’s my sight I reckon.

🚦 can you drive?

Nope

🎡 when did you last go to an amusement park?

Last year I thin

🗼 Are you interested in space and the cosmos?

Yeah, I find it fascinating.

🗻 Have you gone camping? Did you like it?

I do like camping and have done a few times. Done with school, with parents and with my kids.

🏠 How many bedrooms does your house have?

Just 2.

🏦 How long ago did you leave school?

Actual school was 2006 so 18 years ago. If including College then 2011 and 13 years ago.

🏨 What’s the longest you’ve stayed in hospital?

5 days when gave birth to my two eldest kids.

📱 How often do you check your phone?

Too often.

💻 Do you have a computer? How old is it?

Yeah it’s about8 years old I reckon.

🖥️ What TV channels or services do you use most often?

I use Netflix, YouTube and IPlayer the most though I use Tubi as well for horror movies.

🕹️ What game consoles do you have and what are your favourite games to play?

Have an xbox and computer but rarely game anymore, though sometimes do the Sims. I used to do a lot of car games, GTA and Spyro games when younger/teen.

📞 Who was the last person who called you?

Mum

⏳ What do you feel you’re losing time to get done?

A career / degree - think I needed to start that much earlier than 34.

🔦 How easily could you grab a flashlight?

Not easily right now

💵 How important is having enough money to enjoy life to you?

I mean it’s important that I’m not struggling, but I don’t need extravagance in any way.

🪪 Do you have a credit card?

Yes

💎 What’s your favourite gemstone?

I love soooo many but Amerhyst and Sapphire are up there.

[johnsholtodouglas]

Whata majestick and baudtyflull beautiflul amnimal 🙂🙂🙂. Its probolaly not ackting up but smply getting rid of smodomites of British land. If you want better mood for me I want horse and no mrore son thanks you much 😘😘. And Oswald Wild in gaol. Tkake care or as you lot here in tublr say 'sparkol on' 😝

Guys my pet cat is acting up, what should i do?

@johnsholtodouglas

[class-qoutes]

“I got an exemplary paper cut.”

- Meemes

[verycooldude]

It’s 6:03, time feels like a thick jelly, and my man, I am lost in the sauce

[seducingavampire]

“You slept in my arms!” “Fitfully.” is one of the most SCATHING exchanges I’ve ever heard and I’m not really over it

[magictavern]

i feel stuck in my identity and i don’t even know what that identity is lmao

[imaginefe]

Kiran overdoes it with their latest round of unsolicited flirting, and Saias has some pointed remarks in response.

As foretold by the cryptic ask I sent you concerning the misunderstanding that lead me to write this stars, here's a Saias fic inspired by the conversation last night about how Saias' anaconda do that is, for better or for worse, not about that at all.

[arcadequeerz]

[tickly-stuff]

Hear me out Donnie will break if anyone gives him raspberries (AHEMAHEM LEO-AHEM) Like that mf will screech like a demon and then his laugh goes silent (with some cackles from time to time)

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT HERE IT ISSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

Episode 1😈

Don’t you dare.

Summary: Donnie, being himself is inside of his workshop tinkering away. Leo, being himself has to bother him.

It was a peaceful day in the lair. Everyone was doing their own thing. Raph was working out, Mikey was painting and Donnie was working on the drill that he had created. No one was bothering anyone.

That was the problem.

Everyone was relaxed and content except for Leonardo. He was bored and he didn’t have anything to do so naturally, he wanted to bother someone.

Raph? Nah, not in the mood. Mikey? Nope! He’s too pure! Donnie. The perfect target. It didn’t take a lot to tick him off, especially when he was working on something.

So off to Donnie’s workshop Leo went. He eventually made it and tried to be really sneaky about it. He was tiptoeing, rolling on the floor, acting like he was in mission impossible.

Until he fumbled and made a crashing sound. He immediately scrambled to hide somewhere but it was unsuccessful, and he’d been spotted.

“What could you possibly want ‘Nardo?” Donnie asked, not taking his eyes off of his work.

“Nothinn’! What are you working on? Ooh this looks cool! Is this a new prototype?” Leo said in his smug voice. Looking around his room, putting his hands on anything he could see.

“You obviously want something if you’re so fascinated by my work. If you keep bothering me this’ll never get done.” Donnie responded with a little bit of attitude in his voice.

“There’s nothing to get all mean for! I’m just here to see my favorite brother!” Leo said in his most innocent voice. Slowly walking to the spiny soft shell turtle.

“Okay you definitely want something. What is it? And you better made it quick, I have a deadline.” Donnie said sternly, taking his eyes off of the drill and staring at Leo with narrowed eyes. Leo was practically leaning on his shoulder as this point. The anticipation killed him.

“Oh lighten up Don!” Leo had said with a poke to Donnie’s side. Donnie had stiffened ever so casually. And it would worked if he didn’t have a small smile on his face.

“Oh yeah… I forgot that you’re ticklish.” Leo said with a mischievous grin.

“Well, I think it time you get going.” Donnie said standing up, excoriating Leo to the exit. It had been a while since he was tickled, and his sensitivity was raised.

“Boop!” Leo said as he turned around and poked Donnie on his side once more. That caused Donnie to jump back and cover his giggles with his hand.

“Stohop now!” Donnie commanded, trying to sound intimidating. He was not up for it today and really wanted to focus on his project. He didn’t have time for child-like games.

“No way Mr. Science! You brought this upon yourself! Boop! Boop!” Leo stated, not ceasing his tickle assault. He had poked both sides simultaneously twice and that was what started Donnie to laugh.

“Thihihis isn’t fuhuhnny!!” Donnie said, attempting to protect his sides with his hands. His knees began to give out and he slouched to the ground, curling up in a ball.

“Really? The why are you laughing so much huh?” Leo asked with fake question, full blown tickling him at this point.

“Behehehcause the hypothahalamus tehehells us tohoho!!” Donnie responded in the scientific explanation.

“The hypotha-whata? DonTon, you take things too literally.” Leo said with a shake to his head, breaking through the purple turtles ball and pinning his hands above his head. Suddenly Leo had a childhood memory.

“Donnie!! Remember that game we would play when we were kids!!!” Leo said in excitement. It took a little bit but it finally hit him.

There was a game they played personally where one would have to blow raspberries on each other and whoever broke first, lost. It was called “Balloons”. And Donnie ALWAYS lost.

“Nope. Doesn’t ring a bell whatsoever.” Donnie stated, adverting his eyes from the blue turtle and struggling to get break free. The faint blush on his cheeks gave his knowledge away, and Leo was well aware.

“Well, maybe this will jog your memory.” Leo said with a evil smirk. He had began taking in a deep breath, and Donnie’s eyes had gone wide.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Donnie said with pure terror in his eyes.

“Oh I dare.” Leo responded and blew a huge raspberry on Donnie’s stomach.

“PFFT- IHIHIH’M GOHOHNNA KIHILL YOU LEHOHON!!!” Donnie screeched at the top of his lungs. It had alarmed the two brothers from downstairs but they didn’t budge. It was like a normal day. They just bothered each other till one of them cracked.

After a few more Donnie’s laugh had went silent and Leo stopped.

“Aw looks like you lost brother! Better luck next time!” Leo stated, getting up from the floor and patting Donnie’s head. All of a sudden he was swooped up by a couple of Donnie’s mechanical arms.

“Who said you were going anywhere? Oh you started this ‘Nardo. And I’m gonna end it.”

Let’s just say the rest of the day, all you could hear was laughter.

P.S: the deadline for the drill was WAY overdue

I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS