#when i pointed to some guy in a white wig

[adrenaline-void]

Every time i go to the nutcracker i am reminded that my main gender envy is drosselmeyer and his gay little capes

[tender-rosiey]

off-guard — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: what happens when the trio follow their teacher once again? will they end in another maid cafe or find some very worthy tea? 👀

“okay, this is the plan: we will follow gojo-sensei to see just what the hell is up with that guy.”

megumi sighs, “last time we did that—the results weren’t exactly ‘pleasing’, itadori.”

yuuji huffs, “I beg to differ!”

“paintbrush is moving! I repeat! paintbrush is moving!” they hear nobara say through the walkie talkie.

yuji and megumi look at each other before nodding and stealthy following their teacher. each one is wearing his respective disguise of wigs and huge glasses.

meanwhile nobara, with a disguise of her own, is following gojo closely, who seems to be going into a certain café. she grumbles before whisper-yelling into the walkie-talkie, “where are you guys?!”

“we’re here, calm down!” megumi huffs.

itadori nods, “yeah! we’re going to get our cover blown like this.”

the three glare at each other before focusing once again on the moving paintbrush. the moment he opens the door, they notice his gaze searching for someone specific.

nobara covers her mouth so she doesn’t audibly gasp. does he perhaps have a lover? if so then she shall welcome the tea with open arms.

nobara, itadori, and megumi are lined outside the window of the café which makes them, undoubtedly, look suspicious. so, to save grace, megumi drags them inside into a table far from gojo who seems to have sat alone.

there is a hint of melancholy yet excitement in his eyes. each of the three prop up the menus to conceal their faces further.

nobara eyes gojo before speaking up, “who do you think he is waiting for?”

“maybe a lover?”

“or a friend,” megumi mumbles, but he rules out that possibility quickly. gojo looks nervous or at least as nervous as he could.

there is the light tapping of his feet and the way his eyes snap to the door every time the bell rings only for his eyes to brim with disappointment when it isn’t the person he is waiting for.

barely a minute passes by, but nobara and yuuji are getting impatient and nobara snaps—as quietly as she can— “where is that person?!”

“just when are they going to arrive?!” itadori joins in.

megumi sighs in the background, “we’ve been here for 2 minutes guys, please.”

their wait ends fairly quickly when they hear the excited gasp of their teacher, who stands up abruptly before eagerly waving at someone, “y/n! sweets! I am here!”

they look towards the door at the same time and they are met with a sight to be seen.

you, someone that was so pretty that yuuji passed out, are waving back at satoru before skipping over to him.

he wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you and peppering your face with kisses, “you look as pretty as ever!”

“and you’re as flirty as ever, satoru,” you pet his hair softly, “how have you been?”

he sighs, happily, before responding, “I’ve been fine, but I feel even better after I saw you,” he slowly pulls back so he can pull your chair out, “have a seat, m’lady,” he winks, “we have a date to go through.”

you roll your eyes before sitting, “isn’t chivalry dead, satoru?”

“then I must be a ghost,” he hums before sitting down as well.

“I would believe that, honestly,” you chuckle at his offended face before pointing at the top of his head, “you have the white hair and everything.”

the two of you soon get lost in your bickering and conversation. meanwhile, megumi is smacking the shit out of itadori so he wakes up and nobara is gaping at how pretty you look, “how is she even real?!”

megumi spares poor itadori, who finally woke up, before looking nobara, “I really don’t know why she would settle down for someone like him.”

itadori nods, “literally, out of everyone.”

but nobara sighs with a smile which gets the two boys’ attention.

she looks up at her teacher conversing with you, “but they look pretty in love; I mean look at the way they’re looking at each other.”

the boys turn their heads to look at the both you and they have to admit: nobara’s right. both of your eyes speak a magnitude of feelings and all of them are as gentle as a cloud.

it seems that you’re both so preoccupied by the other that you forgot everyone around you.

there is also the way gojo is holding your hand and rubbing circles on it as you talk. he is smiling so contently and so quietly like the only thing he wants to hear is you.

no wonder he didn’t notice them. he is so absorbed in you.

and the way the feeling is mutual just makes them feel very happy for their teacher even if he is annoying as hell sometimes. it’s nice how the both of you are so openly infatuated with the other.

megumi stands up before pulling itadori by the scruff, “let’s go, they need some privacy.”

Itadori struggles as he is dragged away, “why am I always treated like this?! what about nobara?!”

nobara glares at itadori before megumi stops to look at her.

she raises her fists, “don’t you even dare—“

a loud screech is heard from her as megumi drags her and itadori back to jujutsu high. a lot of passersby are staring, but megumi has seen way too much in his life to care at this point.

on the other hand, satoru is sipping his drink as you watch the kids getting dragged away, “these are your students?”

he nods excitedly before grinning, “yup! so, what do you think about them?”

“they certainly take after you,” you snicker and he narrows his eyes at you, leaning forward so his face is directly in front of your own.

“and what’s that supposed to mean?”

you shrug pushing him away with your index finger to his forehead, “it means whatever you think it means; you’re a smart guy.”

he tilts his head, a smirk instantly plastered on his face, “oh, two can play this game.”

meanwhile, in jujutsu high, the first years are sitting in their beloved classroom.

itadori pulls out the camera, “I got pictures!”

nobara snatches it, “great job itadori!” and megumi gives the boy a small thumbs up.

they browse through the many pictures he had taken and the one that catches their attention the most is a photo of you two smiling at each other, so lost in the other’s eyes, so in love.

but nobara quickly gets over it and continues browsing through the photos.

“itadori, did you get the picture?” nobara whispers to itadori and he nods eagerly.

she takes a hold of the new obtained treasure, a photo of gojo beaming without being a smug bastard, and smirks, “we’re going to get so rich after we sell this.”

“I also got this,” megumi says as he shows off a photo of gojo, somehow, getting attacked by a squirrel with you trying to help him despite laughing your ass off.

nobara gasps, “when did you even get this?!”

“a couple of moments after we left? squirrels hate him for some reason.”

nobara cackles, an evil glint in her eyes, “blackmail, baby!”

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Eddie's lagging behind his friends at comicon, lazily taking in a particularly cool d20 being sold in the artist alley when he spots her. Seated in a chair, looking bored as fuck while she scrolls on her phone, was the most beautiful Blossom he's ever laid his eyes on. She wasn't wearing the usual outfit. She'd switched it out for something preppy and modern- a pleated pink skirt swishing around her thighs, cute white socks, and a sweater vest that shows off how much she goes to the gym. She looks like she would've called him a freak in high school, but in a sexy way, which is a thought that he doesn't want to reflect on without his therapist present.

"You gonna shoot your shot?" Gareth asks.

Eddie feels like he's been caught.

"I don't know, maybe I will," he says with a shrug.

"She's out of your league, friend. She looks like she'd step on you."

"I know," Eddie sighs.

Gareth looks incredibly unimpressed . "Ugh. Go. Before I leave you standing here like an idiot and she notices you staring. Which you're doing a lot, by the way."

He finishes with a shove right between Eddie's shoulder blades, forcing him to stumble toward Ms. Blossom in a way that catches her attention. And then he has to walk up to her, because he's looking at her and she's looking at him, and neither of them are looking away and it's becoming a whole thing. He walks toward her slowly, because he can't think of what to say, and the way she's playing with her wig is really distracting and cute.

"Uh. Waiting for a Rowdy Ruff Boy?" he jokes awkwardly. Blossom's face morph into pure disgust and Eddie wants to melt into the floor.

"Seriously bro?" she asks with a shockingly deep voice.

Before Eddie can make his brain snap together a response, the other Power Puff Girls are running up to them.

"Steve! I hope you didn't wait long, Chris wanted to get one of those- oh. Hello," Buttercup says, when she notices him. Bubbles' blonde hair is very real, and very cute pulled into pigtails. Buttercup seems to have just dyed hers black for the occasion.

"Hi," Eddie says lamely. He waves at them, for some reason.

Buttercup gasps. "Are you hitting on him? We can leave and come back. Come on, babe," she says, grabbing Buttercup's hand.

"Don't fuck this up!" Bubbles says as she's pulled away.

"Oh my god, ignore them. What did you say?" Steve, apparently, asks. Eddie wants to crawl in a hole and die. He can just feel Gareth laughing behind him.

"It's was a joke. You know, the Rowdy Rough Boys?" Steve doesn't seem to know, so he adds, "the evil boy version of the Power Puff Girls?"

Steve looks down at his clothes as some kind of recognition dawns on his face. "Oh! Shit dude, I haven't seen the show. Rob and her girlfriend just really needed a Blossom."

This is usually the point Eddie would tease Steve about being a poser, but he looks so sincere (and his biceps are so distracting) that his game is totally out of shape. A guy who would don a skirt for his friends? A man after his own heart! He half wants to make up an excuse and leave to save himself from further shame, but he's too enticed by the cute moles on Steve's jaw that he lets himself suffer a little longer.

Steve looks him up and down and asks, "so what are you supposed to be?"

Eddie looks down at his ripped jeans and says, "...me."

He's internally kicking himself for leaving his own outfit in the hotel room.

Steve smiles up at him in a way that shows off his makeup. "Well it's working for you. You know when you first came up to me I thought you were asking me if I wanted to get rough with you."

Eddie laughs awkwardly, cheeks burning, because bombing an interaction this badly is exactly the kind of thing the universe would demand of him. Steve just stares at him. Eddie stares back awkwardly, wondering what he's supposed to even say. He can see Buttercup and Bubbles a few feet away, mouthing something at him combined with a collection of hand gestures he doesn't really understand. Steve sighs. Then he flicks the wig in a way that's kind of flirty and says, "that was an invitation, dude. You gonna take it or sit there and keep staring at my tits?"

And Eddie does take the invitation, thank you very much.

[calitears]

sessions

2. iconic duo

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tw/notes: cursing, drinking/smoking, drug/alcohol mention, unserious itafushi (?), sexual jokes mentioned

“aren’t you gonna be cold though?” maki asked leaning back on your bed

“but the jacket ruins the point of the outfit, doesn’t it?”

she sighed and looked over her glasses at where you were standing in front of the mirror, “throw on a red one then, red and yellow were already a choice to begin with.”

fake pouting at her you just went ahead and laid down next to her. “it’s just having fun- it’s not even obnoxiously red and yellow! i made it cute,” you sighed dramatically, looking up at her, “don’t push it, i’m still mad you’re not coming with us, who’s gonna be the one degrading the nasty guys that approach us?”

she just rolled her eyes and flicked your forehead in response, “don’t sit here and act like you aren’t capable of being evil.” she stood up from the bed, tugging your arm, “c’mon, i’ve got this red jacket you can take, might even do the outfit a favor, red baby tee and those shorts aren’t enough even if you made cute, you’re still gonna get hypothermia when walking outside.”

you followed her sitting up, letting her take you to her room to dig for the jacket, “if you had decided to go we could’ve been needy and jennifer…”

“aw, well that’s too bad.”

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you wandered through the crowded living space, bright colored lighting shading the walls and furnitures. you dragged toge to where yuji had texted you he was, panda following shortly behind you both, wearing some cheap dollar store blonde wig after you both decided to include him into the ‘duo’ by making him juno’s best friend leah. some people gave you weird looks when seeing the taped bowl under your friend’s shirt resembling a ‘stomach’, but most were caught up in there own worlds.

once you reached the dinning room it was hard to miss the guy’s pink hair, wearing some variation of a tyler durden fit. he was leaning against the table smiling, the round sunglasses sliding down his nose as he seemed to examine something on the table, only to look up when he felt your finger flick against his shoulder. his smile only getting brighter once he took in you and toge’s outfits.

“y/n! wait- you guys actually did it-!” he exclaimed.

“heyyyy- you look great! fight club-” you started only to be cut off by him bringing his finger up to his lips. “first rule, never talk about about fight club.”

you just rolled your eyes, watching him bring his attention to toge next. “hey, this is our friend panda,” he said, pointing to the obvious.

“awesome! i love panda’s!” he exclaimed, turning back to you for a moment before he forgot. “oh hey- remind me one of my friends wanted to meet you, she started listening to you and said she’s a fan!”

“always up for meeting a hot girl,” but as yuji moved out the way, you caught sight of the guy who had been standing behind him.

white button up with a ‘hello my name is’ sticker on it, black pants, loosened tie and fake busted lip and nose, the blood drawn on with what’d you guess was some kind of lipstick or colored makeup pencil. No doubt as the narrator and the other half of yuji’s pair, but holy shit was he hot.

“oh yeah- hey this is my no heart ex-roomate-” yuji started only to get slapped on the back of his head.

“Fushiguro, nice meeting you…”

outside the studio…

debated making megumi and yuji ennis and jack but i alr made a reference 1st chap had to limit myself

megumi stole nobara’s lipstick to draw the blood on in the car and was jumpscared when she got into the passenger seat

toge went around and kept rubbing his stomach and telling everyone y/n was the father

yuji was looking down at the table at a printed out minion meme someone that was a fan had given him

yuta and maki went to go watch nosferatu together, maki kept thinking ‘trench coat buttoned up to the TOP”

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Horror characters w/ a child in the school musical

Notes: In honor of my school's drama club being shut down and me having to go to my neighboring school. (You can tell I have favorites ;))

Includes: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Mama Firefly, Choptop Sawyer, Billy and Stu, Carrie White, Hannibal Lecter (and Will Graham), Beetlejuice, Micheal Myers (A bit RZ), The Lost Boys,

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Otis Driftwood

The fact that you even have to go to school is a problem to him. With his whole "I hate rules" get up, did you really think he'd want you going to some crummy government public school? He literally hates everything about it..

But... it would be suspicious if you didn't go to school, considering some people in the neighboring town knew there was a kid in the house..

When you bring up wanting to be in your school's musical?

He's all for it, wether you're a little kid or a teenager, surprisingly.

I think he'd be into the idea since he himself is very artsy, he sees it as his kiddo trying to express themselves, and he's all for it.

Especially if you are also in charge of the set (My school's was five people so I always did set), he's so excited to see what you come up with, even if it boringly lacks and pain and suffering.

He won't clean up to come watch it, he will genuinely show up with his matty white hair under his oddly stained cowboy hat, his 'burn this flag' tank top, dirty boots.. he gets odd looks, no one sits next to him or the family, murmuring that they stink.

he's so proud.

"______, do you know who that guy in the front row who keeps grimacing is in the cowboy hat? He's scaring off our audience,"

"That's my dad :)"

Baby Firefly

Oh, she is EXCITED

As a performer herself, coughcoughthefloorshowcoughcough,

If this is a highschool show, she gets into alllll the drama. All the petty fights, tantrums, affairs going on, all the juicy shit that happens during musical season. Perfect person to bitch with about it.

She will come to every single one of the shows, she tells people to come constantly.

She'd have you practice in front of victims as an "audience,"

She is so thrilled, this is the funnest thing ever to her.

Gushes over the costumes

If you don't get a lead you really wanted, she is just as petty as you are about it.

Opening night, she'll give you a boquet of flowers she totally didn't steal before hand.

The best drama mama!

"She's such a bitch, who's she think she is, huh? You deserved that role much more than them, god what a whore."

"Tell me about it,"

Mama Firefly

Aw, she thinks its so dear.

It's been a long time since she had a little one in the home, she's excited to do things that actually make her feel like a mom again.

Supports you in any way you need, practice running late? She's packed you a sandwich and an extra water. Need help going over a scene? Well, she'll try her damn best!

I feel she'd be the type of mom to help make her kids costume if it fell on the kids shoulder

She is so excited to see it when it comes time, she drags R.J, Otis, and Baby (sorry Tiny) out of the home to go see it

She dresses up all nice and fights her way to the front row

She cheers loudly for you.

"Do we have to be here?" Otis grumbled, "Yes, this is your little sibling, now hush it's startin'"

Chop-Top Sawyer

Oh god it's a mess,

it's not that he's not excited, he's very excited his spitfire is into music just like him

but that's the problem, he's too excited.

It's not like he can just... come and watch-

He's not exactly normal, y'know.

Now this could go two different ways,

1. He doesn't go watch, but makes Drayton go and record it so he can watch it himself (if he cares enough by then)

2. He goes and causes a scene and you both just blame it on his Vietnam PTSD which gets you both a lot of sympathy points.

If he does get to go, he freaks a lot of people out. He wears his wig, assuming they replaced his Sonny Bono wig, but is constantly digging at his plate with his tongue just..sticking out. Plus he talks funny and stinks and- god people are trying to figure out who this loud creeper is and why he's here..

Then they see him at the end of the show...standing with you. Gossip spreads quickly..

Some who refuse to believe it, mistake Drayton as your father at the end of the show.

"Hello, I'm assuming your ______'s father? I wanted to tell you just how talented-" "Oh! Hey Mister Johnson, I see you've met my uncle Drayton," "Uncle?" "Yeah, this is my dad," "Oh...Uhm..." "Hi *heavy breathing*" "Forgive him, he's still adjusting from 'Nam."

Billy and Stu

They are both so incredibly normal about your interests

So I'm like conflicted cause one part of me wants to believe that they don't really care all that much but the other part of me that recognizes them as huge nerds is wielding a sword.

Shut up, Stu had a musical phase in middle school, FIGHT ME.

Stu is definitely more excited than Billy is

and it's not that Billy's not excited, Stu just shows it more than Billy.

100% flexible with your schedule, they take turns dropping you off and picking you up if you can't drive.

Stu uses it as an excuse to get out of stuff.

"Sorry, can't, gotta take chick-pea to practice tonight, yeah sooo sorry."

Billy is the type to get volunteered by you if big pieces of the set need done and no one else will do it.

He'll grumble, but it will be done.

Stu donates a lot of money towards the program, half in attempts to get the director to favorite you and give you parts you want.

Stu and Billy come to every show, all of them, without fail.

This is important to you, and you're important to them, so this is important to them.

Stu is so hype on opening night, giving you a pep-talk all day before you go to get ready.

They are so proud of you when the show is over, and will both help you out of that after show slumps.

"C'mon baby, what was the name of the lead your the understudy for?" "Kelly?" "No, Chick-pea, the name of the actor..." "Guys- no."

Carrie White

stop she's so proud of you,

even if you don't end up with a big part, she's so proud that you have the confidence to do something she would have never dared to of done when she was young.

She might even be involved? I could see her making costumes- I mean, she made her prom dress and that shit was stunning.

I think she'd be more partial to you doing activities such as music or band or some form of art over sports.

The arts are just a lot less dangerous than sports, she just wants you to be safe. But she also wants you to be happy.

She will come to every single show,

She'd be the mom to help you go over lines if you needed to as well, or offer to try and help practice a dance you needed to learn.

She definitely cries watching you up on stage,

will get you the prettiest flowers and tell all your co-stars that they did such a good job.

"Mama, can you help me with this scene? I just need you to read for Yente," "Of course honey, where do you want me to start?:)"

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham,

First off, you go to a private school. No kin of Lecter's is going to be caught dead in a public school.

He is rather thrilled when you mention performing for the school, he does love the arts after all.

Whatever you want and or need, singing lessons, dancing lessons, acting classes, whatever you want.

He will dress up for the occasion, he brings Will as well who is way under dressed, but it's always nice to see him.

I don't think Hannibal would come to every show, sometimes his appointments run late, he has a lot to do, but he will come if you have a parents night and he will come see the opening show.

If anything, Will might try and make all of them if you two are close, he knows what it's like not to have a parent show up to something so important.

Hannibal would make food for a cast party if you had one after.

No there are no people in it.

Hannibal has DVD's of all of the shows you have ever done and whips them out ALL THE TIME... The first time Will even heard of you-

"Hannibal, what are all these DVD's? Why are they labeled '_____'?" "Hm? Oh. _______ is my child, those are their performance videos." "you have a kid-" "They do musical theater, sit down, we shall watch the films." "you have...a kid-"

Beetlejuice

He's actually so upset that he can't come watch your show physically.

It's okay- there's a recorded version for him. He'll feel less bad.

He LOVES performing so this is actually perfect, but of course it is! You're his little ghoul.

He actually already knows the whole show so he is very good at helping you practice.

"Aw- toots- you're almost as good as me. Almost."

Micheal Myers (Slight RZ)

Like most things, he's indifferent.

Good luck getting him to come see even one of your shows.

He shows interest in your little hobby when you talk about it, sit next to him and talk about the show as he makes his masks. He listens.

Now.. If he does come see a show? He will only see one, most likely the last one as they are less packed (less likely anyone will recognize him,)

He'll wear a medical mask, his hair mostly covering the rest of his face, he sits in the very back.

He's slightly warmed at just how much the act meant to you.

Your director will approach you after seeing you hug the very tall man with the long hair and covered face, as he just pat you haphazardly on the head before leaving.

"______, someone you know?" "uh huh, that's my dad." "Your dad.. huh.. he seems very quiet." "Yeah, he don't say very much. I didn't think he was gonna come." "Well, I'm glad he did." "yeah, me too."

The Lost Boys

obviously, if you're going to school, you're a human still.

The only way they could come see your show would be if it was late in the evening, and they would probably show up late.

They're very happy for you and want to support you! It's just difficult with them being vampires.

Paul and Marko definitely get a kick out of acting out scenes from your script with you.

Dwayne is interested in the storyline, he also enjoys watching you act. You're in your element, it's like you're a different person.

David, on the other hand, is just amused that you're into all this stuff. It's not that he thinks its dumb or anything, he thinks you do a great job, it's just not really his scene, y'know.

But, you're their baby bat, they'd literally do anything for you, so as you're up on stage during the third song and see a blur of leather jackets and mullets sitting in the back, you can't help but smile.

"God- why are the guys from the board walk here." "They're my family :)" 'HUH-"

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one of these — 3. Alex Cross [Winter Prompts]

A/N: Where is the content for Aldis period?!!! I’ve been waiting since underground (2016) Him and Edwin will always be appreciated around here! Anyways I’m here with some fluff because it’s already winter in my mind and that’s usually what I try to write more of during this festive yet ugly cold weather. Enjoy some sweetness and foolishness? 🤍

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: ACTIVITIES — Snow down the back of the neck, 1. forced to plan and execute a Christmas feast.

WARNINGS: language, stress of the holidays, & fluff.

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A soft sigh of satisfaction falls past your lips just as you’re closing your famous pot roast into the oven to do its thing for the next few hours. Your balled fists go to your hips as you stand up straight in front of the closed oven, a small smile playing on them before it’s wiped right off.

It’s a biting cold sensation, wet and slushy as it’s drips down the back of your neck and rolls beneath the collar of your house coat. Hissing you whip your body around, hand reaching up to wipe off the remains of the snow racing to get down your spine. You’re half expecting it to be the kids who did this accidentally but the deep chuckle of laughter brings a glare to your face.

“Alex, You play too much!” You hold the back of your neck, trying to wipe it dry with the cotton of the robe.

The man is pulling off his insulated gloves, white teeth gleaming against the contrast of his pretty umber skin, “Mornin’ baby. I’d say I don’t play enough since you volunteered my services to that boiled egg head motherfucker across the street…when you know I don’t like that man.”

You huff, tugging the ends of your silk bonnet over your kitchen, double-checking to make sure none of the snow touched that area because if it did? Your fiancé just might have to be worried about getting ran over by you instead of the reindeer. “See…if you would have just asked before you gave attitude and walked off, you would have known that it was nana mama who did that, not me.”

Alex blinks with a raise of his brows, “Now why would she do that?”

“She’s friendly with the guy,” you shrug, “She’s even invited him over to the big feast later on.”

“Oh hell naw.” Alex frowns with a shake of his head, “It’s bad enough I had to listen to how cheap he is about not calling a snow company when he’s got benefits as a vet. Not only that, his lonely ass talks a lot of shit and dont nobody want to hear that in their own home.”

You scoff, “Well good luck telling nana mama that. Also you can’t just uninvite someone…especially on Christmas.”

Alex quickly titled his head, “We didn’t though and that’s nana mama’s problem.”

It was your turn to raise your brows, “It’s gonna be your problem if you don’t approach it right when you’re speaking to her.” You point the kitchen knife at the taller man who stares blankly at the utensil before you turn to place it into the sink, “Also you owe me an apology for assuming.”

Alex lets out a dramatic sigh as he stomps over to you, arms locking across your shoulders as he brought his lips to your ear, “I’m sorry for doing you like that. Yet…I’ve never seen you jump that high since that one time you thought you saw a mouse but it was nana mama’s wig.”

Your elbow goes right into his ribcage, making him groan and loosen his grip on you, followed by a cough of laughter. “You think you’re so funny but you and I both know that I lost my contacts that day. And clearly you lost your mind trying to mess with me when we’re being forced to do this feast.”

“Aw c’mon…I thought it would get a laugh outta you…and originally to get my lick back,” Alex admits with his hand resting on the side of the top of his torso while you simply roll your eyes but would later appreciate the honesty. The bearded man reaches out to you again, hands fighting to intertwine with yours as he starts to sing off key, “So shouldn't I realize, You're the highest of the high. If you don't know, then I'll say it, So don't ever wonder.”

It’s your turn to groan as Alex brings his cool lips to the warmth of your neck, placing a kiss there after trying to woo you with his terrible singing. That was one of his favorite tunes to sing to you and thankfully he hasn’t had any of that brown liquor or else this would be ten times worse.

When Alex is peppering your face with kisses, trying to sway you into his arms, your resolve breaks some despite you still trying to push him off of you. Being in his embrace was one of your favorite places to be, especially when it took time for you two to get here. Alex was big on physical touch. It all started out as nothing, meeting him at DC’s staple spot, Ben’s Chili bowl, with John before it actually turned into something. You weren’t necessarily in the streets or looking to date someone with kids, initially you were just open to keeping things casual and Alex was still healing with the tragic passing of his late wife.

It took work, the both of you had walls up but it’s been awhile since someone showed you that they were deserving of your time. Alex just loved to learn that he was running through your mind all day—his words of course—and had no issue putting the work in once he realized he was able to love again. You gave this a chance—although leery at the beginning—because you saw the good in Alex Cross. Saw his heart for what it is and finding that you liked being able to be part of it.

He shows you everyday why you should be…even if he had to get a little vengeful by putting some snow on you for something you didn’t do but that will be dealt with.

“I bought you something,” Alex says pulling his chin from on top of your bonnet and digging into his jacket pocket, “If you were wondering what was taking me longer than usual to get back…I snuck out to your spot, waited in line a little bit to get those peppermint bark cookies and those nasty ass gingerbread cookies for the kids too.”

You actually spot the smiley brown cookies, after peering around Alex’s taller frame, resting on the island counter.

A grin finds its way to your face as Alex holds out the wrapped dessert in festive paper and red ribbon to you. Christmas was always your favorite holiday and you raved about these cookies last night in bed saying that they would give you strength to do this large feast. It was all nana mama’s idea since you know, church folk like to get to talking but act like they don’t.

It’s not like the older woman ever needed to find something to talk about but she didn’t appreciate the ladies hinting that her own household couldn’t get down in the kitchen. Christmas Eve was spent at the church for a couple of hours and then Christmas Day was supposed to be a little more smoother where everyone did their own thing in their own homes but this year just had to be different.

Alex finds himself grinning too, watching the custom Pearl and oval engagement ring (which was given to you six months ago) glimmer against your finger as you plucked the cookies from his grasp. You’re making quick work unraveling the cherry and mistletoe decorated paper to take a bite of the peppermint cookies and hum.

“How is it?” Alex questions, already taking the hint at the sight of your eyes closing, “Everything it’s cracked up to be?”

Opening your eyes you nod, “Better than last years.”

“I think that’s just the baby talking,” Alex smirks as his hands go to your hips, softly running his thumbs against your sides.

You scoff, “You’re acting as if I’m deep into this pregnancy.”

You actually weren’t that far along into your second trimester. It wasn’t ideal being pregnant during your wedding so you were absolutely okay with pushing the date back to 2026, enjoying your timeline together the way it needs to be on your shared terms.

“I mean—

“Don’t start, Alex. You’re already on thin got damn ice.” You warn, pointing a finger at him.

He laughs, “Not snow?”

You’re shoving him out the way but he easily moves with you, still laughing.

He dips his head, “Can I get a bite, though?”

“Of this ass.” You flick your hand making Alex frown.

“…That’s not the insult you think it is.” He comments, hands shifting to grip your backside.

Rolling your eyes at his grinning and kissing the crumbs from the corner of your mouth, he lets you go just as you say, “John-Sam said don’t forget the smoked ham hocks for the greens.”

Alex whips his head to look at you, “Huh?”

“Yup.” You sigh, already knowing where this was going but decided to shift the conversation, “Can you take out the glazed ham nana mama made and set it aside so we can warm it back up in the oven once the roast is finished? My back’s a little achy today.”

Alex nods letting you know he’s heard that part, “Yeah of course, you should relax and let me handle everything else…but let’s run that back. I was making the black eyed peas since John deliberately left the greens yesterday and we had to settle for Kayla’s fuck ass green bean casserole.”

You can’t help but to snicker at that.

You were still shocked that John actually brought Kayla to dinner, although you figured out what was going on before John even told Alex. It just seemed like a fling to you but you honestly didn’t think Kayla was John’s type for the time that you got to know him but you minded your business.

Shrugging you say, “I don’t know. He texted saying something came up but he would still be here tonight.”

Alex is shaking his head, palms resting on the counter in annoyance, “What does that mean? If it was already made then why would I have to prepare the whole dish? Who am I, Anthony Hamilton all of a sudden? John’s the main one who claims he makes the best greens when we know that’s a lie! It’s solid but…This motherfucker right here.” He scowls.

“Okay,” you say around a bubble of laughter, “you got one more M-FER to drop before you owe some coin to the Samuel L. Jackson jar.”

Alex scoffs as you rest your hand on top of his, “It’s fine. You’ve pulled off a lot in shorter amount of time. It’s about to be eight, you can do this.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to.” Alex mumbles, “Now I got to go downstairs and get them from the deep freezer. They’re about to stink up the whole house while I clean and soak em. I wasn’t trying to get into that today. Something simple, mostly leftovers. The sisters won’t even know the difference. I should call John up right now—

“Nope,” you say, “You’re supposed to be on your best behavior.”

He side eyes you, “Says who?”

“I do. Baby does. Nana mama and the kiddies.” You reply listing off all the people he deeply loved as you step back from the counter, “…And just look it at as payback for attacking your pregnant wife to be. See how the lord works in mysterious ways? God don’t like ugly.”

Alex’s round eyes were almost buldging in annoyance as you fight back laughter, taking another bite of the cookie and chewing smugly. “The only ugly motherfucker I know is John.”

“You’re wrong for that and that’s not correct.”

“Hold up, Whatchu say?” Alex’s stepping towards you now as you laugh, escaping the kitchen.

Alex shakes his head in annoyance as he tosses his head back, staring up at the ceiling before deciding to let out some laughter but mostly in disbelief. He catches you around the corner, peeking around the fridge. He raises his brows in question at you regardless of how cute you appeared.

“I love you.”

Which almost instantly melts his irritation away, “I love you too, baby.”

“Be good.” You lightly warn, “Help yourself to a cookie.”

“…Which one’s?” He smirks after glancing away from the desserts and eyeing you up and down.

“Bye Alex!” You scoff, disappearing from his sight.

The both of you end up mirroring similar smiles on different sides of the house.

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Continue with my winter anthology prompts here.

[riddled-forensic]

Assassins experience!

Super small theater, room with the set jutting out and the audience sitting along 3 walls

Rows of pennant (triangle) banners along the walls and some hanging down from the grid

Hanging on the wall banners were photos of the president, they would get a light on them when they were assassinated/mentioned

The Proprietor was FULL carnie sleaze, also super tall and leaned into being cartoonishly evil

At the end of Everybody’s Got The Right, everyone grabbed one of the hanging pennants and ripped it off the grid, the noise it made mimicked the gunshots from Everybody’s Got The Right (Respire)

Booth was white and preformed The Ballad of Booth as it was originally written

Booth was blonde and you could hardly see his mustache

They went with this look for Guiteau

The actor for Guiteau went zany for Guiteau’s voice, the most similar voice I can think of is Ned Flanders

THE BALLADEER WAS SO GOOD

Emma Goodman didn’t have her glasses :(

Guiteau’s “First of all when you’ve a gun… everybody pays attention!” Didn’t quite work because the guns weren’t allowed to be pointed at the audience, he instead pointed and shot at Booth

They skipped the first third of The Ballad of Czolgosz for no apparent reason

At the end of Unworthy of Your Love, Squeaky made out with her picture of Charles Manson and started dragging it down her body

During The Ballad of Guiteau, Guiteau and the Balladeer were sort of playful with each other and danced in sync, I found it very fun

Byck was PHENOMENAL, he gave the monologues his all and he was one of my favorite parts of the show

The guy playing the Balladeer did a good job showing his positiveness, it felt very sincere

During Another National Anthem the Proprietor handed all the assassins boater hats that they then wore

boater hat ^

Near the end of Another Nation Anthem, Booth held his hat above The Balladeers head and then scurried off stage

Lee Harvey Oswald transformation happened off stage 😒

Booth and Lee were really good during their interaction with each other, they didn’t over act any of the anger (not to say that Booth didn’t have his yelling fit, but it wasn’t like over the top or anything)

Lee also did a good job a portraying Lee’s emotions, he’s just a really good actor in general

Booth, with the rest of the assassins behind him, winked at Lee right before Lee turned around to shot JFK

They projected the JFK footage on the set while the ensemble came out for Something Just Broke

At the end of Everybody’s Got The Right (Reprise) the Proprietor came out in a Trump wig and MAGA hat and everyone pointed at him and shot, the stage lights turning red with Prop holding his ear

In general it was super good! Huge props to the choreographer because all of the choreo and dancing was amazing

[misguidedasgardian]

I want to steal the bride

Prologue

MASTERLIST

Summary: You meet your best friend in the most… singulars of ways 

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader

Warnings: Aemond play-boying, cursing, drinking, sexual themes, implied smut 

+18, Minors DNI 

Wordcount: 1.8 k

Notes: This is going to be so much fun

The parties in Dragonstone University were always crazy, they started diplomatically enough but then they always got out of hand.

The main courtyard of what once was a huge castle was now swarming with students, loud music all over the place, kegs of beer on each five square feet. People dancing, talking, the vibe was good.

A single guy, tall, handsome, opened up his way through the crowd, a single objective in mind

“Oh, yeah, nice to see you”, he greeted the group of freinds of the girl he was after tonight, until he could finally see her, dressed in her female counterpart, dress splotched with fake blood

“Hey, that dress needs dry-cleaning”, he teased, winking, he was not wearing a mask, only a wig, and the girl giggled

“Here you go”, she said, giving him a cup with beer on it

“Thank you kindly, Tyanna”, he played along 

“Tyanna? Tyanna?”, another girl jumped the group, in character as Maegor the cruel pretended to be catched with his mistress to his wife

“Oh, shit, Cyrese!”, Aemond mocked under the wig of Maegor the cruel. He drank his beer as he walked away from the group, the girl had given him the cup with her room number written on it, and with clear instructions of meeting her there in ten minutes, but he liked to be prepared

He dances along the people, specially close to some ladies, and kept opening up his way through the crowd, to find his own group of friends 

“Okay”, he whined, when a girl almost humped him in the middle of the crowd. He found the building pretty quickly, and went up the stairs to the second floor

“Hi, Maegor”, whispered a girl, as he walked through the hallway

“Oh, hey, Snow White”, he smirked, “Where is 11 B?”, he asked the girl, who pointed at a door right next to him

  “Bingo.”, he claimed triumphantly, he tried the door but it was locked, so he looked, on the tip of his toes, the key that was hidden in the upper corner of the door, “Where did she say that thing was?”, he whispered to himself, and then chuckled when he found it 

“Guess it's time for a little action”, he hasn't gotten any “action” since the last party, which was last week, so… it's been a while on this books

“Tyanna?”, he called into the darkness of the dorm room, but no one answered, “It's Maegor”, that is when he noticed the sleeping form on one of the beds, turned towards the wall, “I got some dictation for you, Tyanna”, he teased, getting on the roll of the famous president who had an affair with his secretary. He started to get undressed, he did not get rid of neither the wig or the crown, but of the upper part of his costume, his shoes, and he loosened up his pants, “I got a big secret for you, baby.”, he whispered, “How did you get up here so soon?”

“Tyanna. Tyanna”, he kept calling to no answer, he sneaked under the sheets, he hugged his momentarily partner, but he found no willingness in the embrace, as the girl moved suddenly, trying to push him away, she turned in horror at the strange man hugging her and screamed in terror when she came to look at a bloodied face 

“AH!”, You shrieked in terror at the sight, an “attacker” had tried to grope you in your sleep, you turned quickly to the bedside table and grabbed the first thing you could get your hands on

“Wait!”, he screamed back, but you didn’t listen, you sprayed your perfume on his face until he was screaming

He dropped out of he bed begging for mercy and rubbing his eyes 

“I can't see!”, he cried, “My eyes! My eyes! I can't see!”

“Who let you in?”, you cried

 “What happened? Where's Tyanna?”, he asked, still rubbing his eyes, the fake blood now making a mess, “What happened to Tyanna?”

“How did you get in here?”, you asked again

“She told me where the key was!”, he explained, “I can't see!”

“Did she say it was okay to dry hump her roommate?”, you fought, not being able to not find this funny 

“She said you'd be in the library because you're a geek”

“I am not a geek. Gods!”, you whined, not being able to pretend that didn’t hurt just a little

“Oh, my God”, the intruder was finally able to open his eyes, with difficulty, “What was that, mace?”

"Eternity" by Calvin Klein”, you said triumphantly 

Once he could calm down, you helped him up, taking him to the common bathroom so he could rinse himself, and then, you took him to the common room to give him some coffee to sober him up, is the last thing you could do after you attacked him.

“Oh, I'm gonna be so careful who I get in bed with from now on”. He whined, while he dropped himself into the couch, still rubbing his eyes 

“That'd be a big adjustment for you, wouldn't it?”, you teased, but you couldn’t claim victory as you burnt your hand with the hot coffee cup, “Gods!” you screamed, ”I do that every time”

“I've invented a solution for that”, he offered, “Seriously. It's something that goes around a coffee cup so you don't burn your hand”, you looked at him, annoyed, clearly not buying it, “I'm gonna call it the coffee collar”.

“Brilliant idea”, you said with a mocking smile, you turned to look at him, and he was looking back at you with an intense look in his one good eye. He was terribly handsome, of course you knew who he was, he was Aemond Targaryen, he had lost en eye when he was young, never replaced it, used a leather patch that only added to his appeal

“I know all about you”, you said defiantly, he of course knew how handsome he was, he used it poorly, “I know your whole rap”, you accused, no matter how cute you find him, you couldn’t fell to his charms

“You do?”, he said, clearly interested, he made himself comfortable dropping an arm over the back of the couch, behind you 

“Yeah. You're a senior…”, you started 

“Uh-huh”, he was clearly entertained 

“...who preys on freshmen”, you continued, and his face changed, “You slept with half my floor!”

“Well, half your floor was female”, he said simply 

“Whatever”, you bit back, clearly annoyed, there was nothing else more to him, he was a player, a man who didn’t care what happened after his one night stands, “And you once met Oberyn,

which I suspect is total bullshit”, you laughed, he started shaking his head

“No, it's true. He signed my CD. It's upstairs in my room”, he defended, then the smirk appeared again on his lips, “with my... coffee collar, if you wanna see it”, you almost got choked on your coffee

 “Are you hitting on me?”, you chuckled, you could not believe his audacity but you gotta admit, that it was endearing 

 “No. I'm going off your look”, he defended 

 “My look?”

“Yeah. Your "doggy bowl" look”, you opened your mouth in anger

“Are you calling me a dog?”, you said back, angrily

“No, no, it's a theory I have”, he said dismissively

“Oh, Casanova has a theory”, you mocked

“Yeah. When a girl's attracted to a guy… she has a look. It's her tell, like poker”, he said simply, “It's the same look a dog gets right before you put down the bowl”

“You're offensive” you whined, “And you're crazy”

“No, I'm honest”, he said calmly, “I believe honesty is the best policy”

“All right. You want me to be honest with you?”, you said back, smiling wickedly, he seemed taken aback, but then he raised one of his silver eyebrows

“Sure”

“I'm majoring in Fine Arts”, you said confidently

“Right”, you could tell he was nervous, but fighting to prepare otherwise

“I'm studying the golden proportions of the human face and your nose is bent, and it droops down at the bottom, a feature accentuated by the thinness of your lip”, you said, leaning in and pointing to those in his face, “and your eyes… are too far apart, but they'd have to be to accommodate that bent nose”, he seemed comically indignant, but here came the grand finally, your little vengeance.

“And I feel sorry for you. You have to validate yourself through insatiable, meaningless, ego sport-sex with insecure girls like my roommate”, you completed, “I would never have sex with someone… like you!”, you stood up from the couch, ready to go back o your room

“Wow. Wow!”, he called after you, “Hey, come here!”, he didn’t stop chasing after you until you stopped by the door of the common room, “That was amazing!” , he admired, he wasn’t angry like you expected 

“What was?”, you muttered, bored

“The honesty!”, he said, “That was almost better than sex without the, uh… “

“Without the crying”, you mocked, “Actually, it did feel pretty good”, you admitted

“Yeah, no one's ever been that honest with me before”, he said, marveled by the situation 

 “It's called being a friend”, you clarified 

“I'm Aemond, by the way”, he said, giving you his hand so you could shake it, and you did 

“(Y/N)”, you said back, you had mindlessly walk back to your room, you were tired, you needed some rest, and also, to get rid of this guy, or you might actually go back to his room with him

“Good night”, you greeted, waving at him, he gave you a devastatingly smile back

“Good night”, he purred

“Your hands are  clammy”, you accused when he gave you his to shake

“I can see through your nightgown”, he said back, you looked down at your nightshirt, and it was sort of true, you hugged yourself with a squick, not having really the energy to reprimand him for the chuckle he let out

You opened the door to your room, and to no surprise, you found your roommate Maris drunk out of her mind, sitting on her bed

“Aemond, is that you?”, she whined, trying to sound sexy, but the many shots she drank didn’t help her, “Can I see your Oberyn autograph?”, she asked, you turn to him, to his completely horrorized face 

“She's all yours, friend”, you giggled, walking away, you had another friend you could crush with

“Tyanna, get some sleep”, you hear him say out loud, closing the door behind you. 

You only laughed, looking over your shoulder you found him staring back at you

“I can still see through your nightgown!”

“Idiot!”, you called back, how could you have ever guessed this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship

[spacelessbian]

thoughts on Agatha All Along FINALE

Full spoilers ahead, 100% don't read if you haven't seen episodes 8 and 9.

I really enjoyed the finale, both episodes had a lot to offer and overall I am quite happy with how the show concluded. Things that I liked in no particular order:

The REVEALS. There is simply nothing better than a reveal that recontextualizes everything. And we didn't get just one, but two! Personally I found Agatha running a con and murdering women for centuries the more fun one, but Billy actually creating the Road was also really good and even though I've only seen the show once (unlike many people on here, no doubt), I can name many points in the story and in the dialogue where this is worked in and suddenly makes sense. Really great stuff.

Agatha and Nicky. I was dreading this part a little bit because I know Nicholas Scratch is some sort of big name in Marvel comics and I truly couldn't care less, so I'm pleased with what we got – a genuinely sweet yet tragic story of a mom and her son, destined to death even before being born. I was surprised (but in a good way) by Agatha's quiet reaction to Nicky's death because we know his death hurt her badly, but that's just how it is sometimes.

Agatha and Rio. I won't say I'd always had fate in Marvel to not mess this up, so yay! I don't think they did. This relationship is the heart of the show (and it is black and beats for the queers) and I think the writers did it justice (apart from one thing which I will get to in the next section). The kiss was intense, sexy, beautiful and also tragic and both Kathryn Hahn and Aubrey Plaza did a fantastic job with every piece of dialogue and every expression. I want them to play doomed lovers in five more projects, at least.

The coven. I already blogged about Jen but man, is it funny. Even this was Agatha all along, but she is such a menace she hasn't even realized that. I'm truly happy for Jen making it through and getting her power back. I'm glad we saw Alice's last moment and I liked how much Billy cared about her, Lilia and Sharon.

Agatha's death. I can't help myself, I need to go to that moment again. I was destroyed by that. It was so beautiful, both thematically and also visually and all. The flowers and mushrooms? The sun coming up? I kept thinking about Hozier's Work Song: When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth. No grave can hold my body down. I'll crawl home to her. (whadup, Rio reference)

Agatha and Billy specifically in that last battle scene. She was blue you guys, she was just completely blue and in the exact same blue that Billy wears in his silly Marvel costume. And Billy just offered her his power, without questions and without wanting anything in return! And she didn't kill him! (Writing that down, the bar is on the floor for Agatha lol.)

There are other small things (like the Subaru lol), but I am ready to go to the bad section now. Two things I did not like (hidden for lenght but also because not everyone wants to read negative stuff):

Agatha's ghost. I'm gonna say it. Agatha as a ghost looks fucking terrible and her existence itself diminishes her death scene. I do understand why they did it and even why she looks like that (Agatha in the comics, as I understand it, is Wanda's mentor and also an older white haired lady, so they wanted to keep that but it didn't make sense with Wanda anymore), but I just hate it. Especially the wig.

The Marvel stuff. Yes, I realize this sounds stupid, it is a Marvel show after all. We wouldn't get a stupid gimmick like ghost Agatha joining Billy to look for his brother if this wasn't a starting point for the Wiccan. And I like Billy, I do, I also (obviously) love Agatha, who was first introduced in WandaVision (I realize the hypocrisy), but it just doesn't work for me. I would rather think about the beautiful death scene with it's poetic tragedy than about white haired Agatha floating on a washing machine, I'm sorry.

That being said, I really really liked the whole show and I am happy to say I hooked in my best friend (if you are reading this, you are contractually obliged to like the post, you know how it is) and that I actually know other people irl who watched it and enjoyed it. I'm sad it's over and even sadder that in this day and age, noone will talk about it in about two to three weeks. Anyway, it was lovely.

[bookskiver]

Tmr characters going trick or treating together (HAPPY HALLOWEEN):

(This one's been chilling in my drafts waiting for spooky day so here we go)

Let's start with the obvious, thomas and newt ARE DOING matching costumes.

Tbh I think they'd do something very basic, theyd get white sheets cut holes out and be ghosts but they'd wear some colourful fluffy socks and pull them up and wear blackout sunglasses over the sheets

And if minho wanted to do a trio they'd do alvin and the chipmunks (minho as alvin, thomas as simon and newt as Theodore (in my humble opinion))

If not, then I feel minho and brenda would go as those two from Subway surfers, tricky and jake, bc they both thought it was cool (they would both bring real spray paint cans and may or may not dabble in some vandalism, but shhhh)

Gally (being gally) didn't want to go, but when he saw everyone getting excited, he felt left out

"FIIIINEEEE if you insist, I'll come with you all"

"We didn't say anyt-"

"NONO it's fine, too late to apologise, I'm going now"

He would either just wear all black clothes and a scary mask (one of those light up purge ones probs) OR, he would still wear all black but put a police cap on and be the policeman from subway surfers to go with minho and brenda

If the girls did a group costume they would be the victorious girls (teresa as tori sonya as cat brenda as trina and Harriet as jade YES PLEASE!!!!!) (I would say they could do that one improv episode with the sleepover at sikowitz's but trina isn't in it 😔)

Alby would be there to babysit these CHILDREN

He would be the angry dad tapping his foot at the end of the driveway waiting for them to get their sweets

He's the one chasing down minho and brenda if they use their spray paint

Give my guy alby a break 😭😭😭

I can picture teresa as coraline, cute outfit she's wearing the blue wig yellow raincoat and everything

No one goes as a character from coraline with her but she's chill slaying alone. She stays back chatting to alby, trying to calm the poor man down from sprinting after gally because he jumpscared a group of children.

CHUCK GOES AS A CREEPER

He wears full green and paints a box to put over his head. Thinks it's really cool until SOMEBODY (gally) starts repeatedly smacking the top of his box

(Gally has been smacked in the back of the head by alby so many times he may have a bald spot at this point)

Harriet and sonya go as jake and finn from adventure time (sonya as finn harriet as jake) or if aris wants to go (I feel like he wouldn't care for Halloween but sonya bribed him with the promise of sweets) they'd go as kenny Stan and kyle from south park. They'd go as this is because aris DEFINITELY has that big orange coat kenny wears and you cant tell me he doesnt bc he does (he goes as kenny Harriet as stan and sonya as kyle)

Fypan (wanting to make chuck feel better) goes as a minecraft zombie with a box on his head (live laugh frypan 🥹🫶)

And if they did a whole group costume they'd go as SIMS!!! They'd print out print out those plumbob crystals and glue them to headbands. They'd all be green accept for gally who was given a red one and alby who's red plumbob was very much forced upon him

And yes, they do walk around talking simlish :)

(This was so all over the place im so sorry i had alot to say 😭) HOPE YOU ENJOYED HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY LOVELYS <33333

[atopfourthwall]

How would you rank the Ju-On/Grudge movies?

I'm not really a list guy, but quick thoughts on each: Ju-On: The Curse 1/2: It's one movie split in half, though admittedly points to the Curse 2 feeling different than the first by being more a possession movie than the normal format of a Grudge movie. It's clearly just the skeleton of the much better Grudge movies to come, with a few ideas like the multiple Kayakos that would have been fun if done with modern tech and... you know... a POINT but otherwise completely skippable unless you're curious how the franchise started. Ju-On: The Grudge: I know I've watched it, but for some reason I'm struggling to remember my thoughts on it. Not helped by me mixing it up with the remake, directed by the same guy who made this one (he's made the same movie so many times, it's incredible). Ju-On: The Grudge 2: As a sequel to Ju-On: The Grudge it works great, but it is a mess of half-baked ideas and a combination of interesting kills and outright goofy kills like the wig. Kayako wanting to be reborn is fine, but there's a lot of nonsense involved in it and she's still evil after being reborn for some reason. The Grudge: Good remake with some silliness in there and how I originally got into the franchise. The Grudge 2: Garbage. A few good kill ideas and moments (I like the subversion of the classic under-the-covers kill), but it gives an explanation for Kayako's ghostness that's completely unnecessary, Kayako plays dirty pool at a few points, the main character is a plank of wood, but it does have one good line from Kayako's mom that sums up the big issue people don't get when it comes to how they think they can end the curse: "This is NOT about a house!" The Grudge 3: Underrated! I do hate how they abandoned the nonlinear storytelling that's a staple of the series, but the visuals are pretty damn good, the story is fairly solid, and overall just a decent ghost story. Not great, but better than you'd think for a direct-to-video sequel. Ju-On: Black Ghost: Never rises above "okay." There's certainly something there with its premise, but it just feels like a big ol' pile of nothing, especially with an ending where a possessed girl just goes home and punches someone hard enough in the gut to kill them. Ju-On: White Ghost: Your mileage may vary on spooky grandma ghost in her silly Halloween mask carrying around a basketball. It's better than Black Ghost, but has so much silliness in it and there's no reason why either ghost should have Kayako's death rattle since neither was strangled. Ju-On: Beginning of the End: Great movie! A reboot of the series and focuses more on Toshio than Kayako and it works, with some neat twists and good scares. Ju-On: The Final Curse: Running on the much better fumes of Beginning of the End, just felt like a disappointing finale to the franchise, though points for them bulldozing the Saeki house (though as Kayako's mom put it - "this is not about a house!") and the first time in the franchise that two active, conscious people are attacked by Kayako at once (other times with another person they're usually catatonic). The Grudge 2020: Ugggghhhhh, whyyyyyyyyyy. The replacement ghosts are so boring and if you're not going to do anything with Kayako, why even connect it to the series that way? Has a few good moments plus the awesomeness of William Sadler, but it's not nearly enough to save this movie. Sadako vs. Kayako: Underrated! The title fight is too damn short and definitely more of a Ring movie than a Grudge movie, but the Grudge stuff delivers. It is also the only movie in the entire franchise where someone tries to actually do stuff to the ghosts. Like, nobody has ever tried kicking or punching the ghosts (yeah, I know it wouldn't DO anything, but still, everyone's always frozen in terror or running) and here comes our psychic duo to huck a rock and Toshio and for Sadako to actually attack and harm Kayako.

[fairlyang]

fluff. kate bishop blurb. bubbline🏹

was thinking of you n kate watching adventure time and at every episode where marceline and princess bubblegum show up together she’d point at the tv and yell, “that’s us!”

that one episode where marcie was on stage and threw her shirt to pb which gave kate the urge to do the same back. she took the shirt she was wearing off and threw it at you once you came back from your bathroom break

kate then awed when jake revealed the shirt thinking it was marcie’s but it was really pb’s and poor girl had the same reaction as marcie when pb said it was her fav shirt to sleep in

when coming up with couples halloween costumes of course bubbeline was her first thought, but she wanted to be pb even though you immediately told her she gave marceline vibes to which she just glared and pouted

but you caved and let her be princess bubblegum, you ordered the correct colored wigs and got the outfits you wanted. you had a red letterman jacket with the letter M embroidered while she had a white collared shirt and blue jeans with some boots

and of course kate said you had to recreate the moment pb laid her head against marcie’s shoulder while making clint take as many pictures as he possibly could while he just muttered about not knowing who the fuck you guys were dressed as

when watching the episode where marcie was having a dream of her and pb growing old together, that led to her thinking of being old grandmas together with a house full of dogs

after watching the entirety of the show and made it to the finale where marcie thought pb died and was filled with rage and killed the thing that killed her but turned out she was fine. it had kate thinking she’d do the exact thing for you without a second thought because you were her world and she’d be an absolute goner without you

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(the beautiful compilation. I had the cute idea of the halloween part a few days ago but I just expanded a lil)

[faghubby]

Costume made real

"You should go as Taylor Swift" Emily said excitedly. Emily believed I looked like Taylor Swift. Well if she was a guy.

"Your crazy, but even if I did look like her, there is no way I am going dressed as a woman.

"Top prize is $500" Emily pointed out. She showed me the flyer. There where several categories for the Halloween costume contest. With a $500 prize for each category. And a grand prize of $750 for best overall. Emily kept at me for a few days about dressing up as Taylor. "What are you two on about"our mother interjected one day.

"Mom, don't you think Paul could make a believable Taylor Swift?" Emily asked.

"What?" Mom laughed a bit shocked by the question.

"For the Halloween contest" Emily clarified

"Well with some work" Mom laughed.

"$500 worth of work?" Emily asked.

"Really?" Mom said reading the flyer. "Well Paul what do you think. It would be a good boost towards a car" mom pointed out.

"I cant go dressed as a woman, mom" I whined.

"It's Halloween no one will care, I bet we could make you a pretty good Taylor" my mother pointed out. I did need the money.

"You could really?" I was sceptical.

Emily showed mom several pics of Taylor on her phone.

"Yes, I think so a wig and well risqué clothes" mom giggled. Mom started right away as soon as I agreed. Ordering a wig. Emily raided her closet with mom's help. The next day they presented the outfit they thought would work best.

"You are the same height as her". My mother pointed out " but she wears heels so you are going to have to learn to walk in these." My mother handed me a pair of her boots. "I think they will fit you"

I tried them on they where tight. And I almost broke my ankle trying to walk around the kitchen in them.

Over the next few days mon had me practice walking in her heels. She also experimented in doing makeup to make me look more femine. As with everything with mom nothing was half way. She plucked my eyebrows and found the perfect earrings.

"The holes will close up when you take them out" my mother told me when she pierced my ears. Two days before the judging we had a dress rehearsal. I stared at the mirror, I couldn't believe how much I looked like Taylor swift. The skirt was very short.

"You can't wear those boxers" Emily told me. "They ruin the look."

"I thought the tights would hide those hairy legs better as well" Mom chimed in.

"You should shave your legs" Mom said plainly. I believed I could win as I looked at myself in the mirror so I agreed. It felt strange having hairless legs.

"Here" Emily said handing me a pair of plain white panties.

"No way" I said.

"Look the are brand new, never been worn and you don't have any underwear that won't stick out" she told me. I groaned but I guess it was better then going commando.

Mom had one last think she had bought boots in my size. "We can return them after tomarrow" she smiled.

As I got dressed the next day, in my sister's panties, my mom's bra with some kind of padded inserts. Skirts and the top allowed my bra straps to show. Mom did my makeup and hair. And I took my guitar to finish the look. Mom drove us down to the event center. I met up with my friend John. He didn't recognize me. Actually asking Emily where I was as I stood next to her.

"Holy shit you look great" John laughed. We went in to be judges I made it to the third round before I was voted out. I was disappointed I had gotten so close. I went to use the bathroom and ran straight into Kevin. Kevin was for lack of a better term my bully.

"I can't believe that's you" he said cornering me. He leaned in before I could say a word and kissed me. Not a peck but a deep close kiss. I melted into him. I had never been kissed like this. I found myself kissing him back. Opening my mouth allowing his tounge to dart in and out of my mouth. I felt weak. He broke the kiss. I realized his cock was hard. Mine was as well. I was so confused. Kevin pushed me into a stall. He started to pull out his cock.

"Kevin I'm not" I started. Kevin grabbed my hand and placed his cock in it. My God he must be twice as big as me I thought again I wasn't thinking caught uo in the moment I started to stroke him. He pushed the top of my head.

"Kevin don't make me" I was almost in tears. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

"Not making you, letting you" he whispered then bit my ear lightly. I dropped to my knees. And loomed up at him.

"I have never" I told him then took tip of his cock in my mouth. Kevin just leaned back against the door and let me lick and suck the head of his cock as I stroked the shaft. It wasn't long before the taste changed slightly. His precum I thought. I looked up at him just as he let loose filling my mouth with his cum. I spit it out all over the wall. As he kept Cumming all over my hand and dripping on to my legs. Kevin quickly tucked his cock back in his pants and left. I tried to clean myself up. Realizing my panties where damp as well.

I tried to fix my makeup and found mom.

"Can we go?" I asked she nodded thinking I was disappointed at having lost.

"You should of won" Emily told me. Then stopped and looked at me. She used a napkin to wipe something off my shirt with a huge smile.

"Or maybe you did?" Emily whispered, I blushed deeply. When we got home Emily followed me to my room.

"Who was it?" She laughed.

"What are you talking about?" I said trying to deny her suspicions.

"Did you let him fuck you as well?" She continued lifting the back of my skirt. "John?"

"No it wasn't John" I said shortly realizing I had admitted to it.

"Details" she pleaded.

"Okay, yes I well it just kinda happened" I started.

"You gave someone a blowjob" she laughed but tried to he quietest letting mom know. Emily loved that we shared such a juicy secret. I on rhe other hand was confused. I liked girls. But something had triggered me to bend to Kevin's will. And it had turned me on. Kevin was such an ass. He had teased me and tortured me for years. But I had not even hesitated when he offered me his cock. Emily tried to get me to tell her who. I remained silent. Emily kept quiet about it. It was a few days later when she burst into my room.

"Here" she tossed a back of cotton panties.

"Why?" I said out of habit. She just smiled. "You know why big bro" Emily just closed the door. I studied the pack of colorful panties with little flowers on them. I thought about how I had liked how the tight panties held my balls tight. I hid the package and picked up my phone.

I searched about wearing panties, sucking cock, what it all meant. I learned aboutSissies. I mean truely what it meant. The more I read the ,ore I learned about alphas and betas. Crossdressing. Bi sexuals. The further I looked the more kinks I learned about. I found myself masterbating to the idea of being bred by someone like Kevin.

I watched videos of twinks. Was I gay I thought. I couldn't be I liked to look at woman.

The next day I went to school, I found myself checking out both guys and girls. It was third period when Kevin found me. He delayed me on the stairway until after the bell then led me to a janitor closet.

"Kevin look I just" I started. He stared at me.

"You say one word about the other night" he threatened.

"Of course not" I wimpered not sure if he wanted me to suck his cock or beat me up. But I was excited either way.

"Better not faggot" he said and left. I waited a moment and went to class late. Earning a detention for my troubles. It was my first class with John. John seemed mad at me. But I had no idea why. After school I stopped by John's house.

"I know what you did" John said as he answered the door. "That asshole why?" He blurted out.

"What?" I said nervously

"I mean you could of asked" he added. I swallowed hard what did he know. Then as if forgiving me let me in. Was John jealous? how did he even know? I was not drawn to John like I was to Kevin. I paused.

"Would you like me to?" I asked shyly.

"What?" John said. "Next time just ask me to help you out, Nick is going to lord that shit over you forever" John said.

"Nick right" I realized he was talking about our other friend completely unrelated. As we hung out I kept thinking would I have sucked my friends cock? What did it look like? I didn't think he was hung like Kevin? I got an erection while I thought about it. I was freaking out. "I should go" I started to get up.

"What's wrong" John asked.

"If I told you something would you promise to have an open mind about it" I asked unable to look at him.

"What are you talking about" John said putting down his game control.

"I want to suck your dick" I told him. Not waiting for a response I kneeled between his legs.

"You're serious" John stated then looked at me and stood. He dropped his pants. I reached up and pulled his boxers down. Exposing his cock. I was about to chicken out. So I licked it. He was already hard. He was a little bigger then me I thought but had not been circumcised.

"Paul that feels amazing" he moaned as I sucked the tip of his dick. I knew John was like me and had never been with anyone before. John tried to force more of his cock down my throat as I continued. John came quickly I tried to swallow it all but it came out to fast. As John recovered

"Paul, that was wrong I don't mean to hurt you but I am straight. Not that I have any issues that you. Well are gay?" He said.

"No, I'm not gay. It was just dressing up the other day. And then well I wanted to experiment" I told him.

"Ypu looked hot dressed up" John told me. "Well did you like it?" He asked. Because I sure did.

"It was exciting but I don't know" I told him. I grabbed my stuff and went to leave.

"You won't tell anyone?" I asked.

"Of course not " John assured me. I walked home with an erection the whole way. I found a pink bra on my bed with a note.

Paulie if you want to keep dressing up, I will help you. MOM. As I picked up the cute little bra. Just as my mom popped her head in.

"If you want to talk" she said.

"Mom" I said stopping her. Holding up the bra.

"I saw your face when you where all dressed up" she said softly. She suddenly stopped and removed her earrings. She sat me down and put them in my ears.

"Don't want your holes to close up" she said kissing my forehead.

"Mom, I'm not sure about" I said

"It's okay, I am here to support you no matter what" my mom said.

I started wearing the panties Emily had given me. Well at least at home. Okay a few times when hanging out withJohn. But we didnt do that thing again.

Mom found the panties in my dirty laundry, in response she added other things, soon I had a dress, tight shorts. And several nightgowns. It was now early December when I hung out at John's house one day. When John and I crossed in the hall. He stopped and caressed my cheek. I froze.

"You look nice today" he said. "I noticed some of your um changes." His finger flicked my earring and then his hand exposed my bra strap.

"Okay" I said.

"What?" John replied.

"Okay I will suck your cock" I told him. He lifted my shirt over my head. I just stood there as he unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall exposing my pretty panties. He ran his hand across my stomach.

"You shave?" He smiled as I nodded. His hands cupped my ass.

"I don't know about that" I said nervously shaking. He removed his own shirt. For the first time I noticed he had been working out. The definition of his muscles was predominant. I reached out and touched his cheat.

"I don't think I am ready for that" I said softly swallowing hard. John nodded and let my hands slide down and unbuttoned his pants. As I knelt I pulled his boxers down. I was so excited I couldn't help but suck his cock as I cupped and even licked his balls.i had watched alot of videos about sucking cock, or about gay sex. I tried to remember everything I had learned. I was even able to take all 5 inches of him. John knees buckled he held my head to remain standing. He came I was able to swallow every drop. I stood back up. My dick trying to burst out of my panties. He tried not to notice it. I understood. I pulled my pants back up.

"If you like I would be willing to do that for you more often" I told him looking at the floor. As I said that John eyes lit up.

"You figured some things out then?" John asked

"Yes I guess I did" I said softly. I finished getting dressed and left. I didn't go home though. Instead I drove to Kevin's house. He was working on a car in the driveway when I pulled up. I got out of the car.

"I was wondering" I started but couldn't finish. He walked into the garage I followed. He just leaned against a tool box. I did the rest. Pulling out his cock and trying to suck it all. Unlike John Kevin pulled my hair and forced his cock down my throat. He didn't finish instead he pulled out and pulled me to my feet. He pushed me over a work bench. And tore my pants down. I heard the button fly across the room. His hands grabbed my panties ass. He stepped away just to return a moment later he pulled my panties down enough to expose my ass. He pushed some lube into my hole. He wasn't asking he was taking what he wanted. He continued to push more lube in. I felt him start to push his cock against my hole. At first just pressure. I tried to relax and push out. When suddenly his cock slipped in. I instantly cried out. It hurt. Kevin didn't wait he just kept pushing working his cock in and out pushing in further each time. He didn't stop until I felt him fill my ass with his seed. He pulled his softening cock out.i felt so empty as he did. My ass hurt so bad. I tried to pull my pants back up. I realized I had cum in my panties. The button broken on my pants. I had to hold them up. Kevin grabbed his keys.

"Come on I will drive you home" he said. He pulled in the driveway.i expected him to just drive off but he walked me to the door. I had no idea what to do. As I unlocked the door he followed me in.

Kevin grabbed my ass. Just as my mom called out. "Paulie is that you?"

"Paulie" Kevin laughed.

"Yes, mom and " I started as mom came around the corner. Kevin stood very close to me.

"OH hello" my mom said with a big smile.

"This is Kevin" I said introducing him.

"How nice, will you be staying for dinner?" Mom asked.

"Thank you, that sounds great" Kevin answered. Who was this man. He was always such an ass to me. Kevin went to use the bathroom

"He is Hot!" My mother smiled, she knew ?

"Sweety are you okay?" She asked concerned at how I was walking. I just smiled and looked at my feet.

"What happened to your pants? But she wasn't looking for an answer. "Go get changed" she said patting my ass.

I went upstairs I didn't know what to wear I thought. I changed my panties. Then opened my closet I thought for a minute and put on the pink dress mom had gotten me. I added the wig from Halloween. And a pair of mom's high heels. Before I went backdownstairs.

"You look beautiful" Kevin said. Making my mother turn to look.

"Wow, the dress" Mom commented Kevin got up and kissed me. Mom tried to look away. I showed Kevin around we wound up in the basement which was basicly where me and Emily hung out with our friends.

"Kevin, can I ask" I started. He leaned in and kissed me again . Deep tounge darting.

"Yes, I like little faggot boys" Kevin told me. "Your mine now" his hand lifted my dress and his hand caressed my sore ass.

"You should dress like this all the time" Kevin told me. Kevin spent the next 20 minutes driving me absolutely crazy. Kissing and caressing me.

"I don't do anything with that" Kevin told me meaning my dick. I understood that I was his bitch. I was the woman for no better way to explain it while he was a true alpha male.

he made me confess that I had sucked John off twice,

"No more of that" he told me.

After dinner, Mom and Emily asking a ton of questions, Kevin took me out for ice cream. We never made it instead I found myself bent over the hood of his car as he fucked me for a second time in 3 hours. I was scared to let anyone see me in a dress. And Kevin was okay with this. So skipped the ice cream altogether and he drove me back home.

Kevin kissed me goodnight. Emily rushed into my room. She had intimate questions. how big was he? She knew Kevin had bullied me was it because he liked you? How was it going out in a dress for the first time?

I confessed that he had fucked me, and had a big dick. He wanted me dressed prettier all the time.

Emily helped with that helping me put several outfits together. The next morning I headed straight to Kevin's house. Emily had helped me get all dolled up. I knocked on Kevin's front door his father answered.

"You must be Paula" he said. I nodded to shy to answer. And blushing he had told his dad about me.

"First door top of the stairs" he smiled. "Tell him he was right you are very pretty, and to get up we have to get going in 45 minutes" again I blushed even deeper red. I opened his door he was still asleep. I closed the door and pulled the covers back. I pulled out his cock and started to suck him off. He woke up instantly.

"Whoa, I got to pee" he told me and got up. When he came back in.

"Why you here" he asked smacking my ass.

"I just wanted to see you" I said was he mad at me.

"It's okay, but in the future you will come when I tell you too" he told me. He pulled me across his lap he smacked my ass.

"Understand?" He asked.

"Yes" I said

"Good, now I need to get going" he led me downstairs and properly introduced to his dad and his mother.

Kevin didn't just want sex. I mean he did, taking me whenever he pleased sometimes two to three times a day. He dated me. We where a couple. Of course some laughed about it. But we ignored it and mostly it went away. For as much as I knew Kevin could have threatened them all. I was his arm candy. He didn't want my opinion I was little slut. I styled my hair to be femine so I didn't have to wear the wig. John stayed my friend but understood we couldn't do anything any more. By New year I didn't even have any male clothes anymore. And had a consultation about starting on hormones.

"No hormones, I like you as a horny slut, wanting but never getting. Kevin instead bought me a chastity cage. He knew I jerked off and he didn't like it.

By Easter Kevin started talking about marriaging me. He didn't ask just suggested it. Kevin never let me out of chastity. Unlocked only t4o remove hair. And a tattoo for my eighteen birthday. A rose just to the left of my clit. In this time Emily had found someone as well. A friend of Kevin's. I knew she to had fallen for a dominant man. And often told me how she had earned a spanking. I knocked knowing gthis feeling Kevin used the same type of punishment. For the last few months I had only cum three times and each time was while Kevin was fucking me.

"Please baby let me cum" I moaned.

"You know the rules" Kevin told me. I did for Christmas Kevin had bought me a vibrator to hold against the cage if I needed relief bit it didn't work. Kevin didn't seem to care that it didn't work. I was there for his pleasure not the other way around. He actually wanted me to get permanent hair removal so he would never have to unlock me.

This all worked all I thought about was sex, and Kevin .

One day I sat and realized that it had only been 6 months ago that I had not even thought about a man. And now it was my whole world. I knew this is where I belonged and longed for. And I waited for the day when Kevin would ask me to marry him.

[bjfinn]

THE TRIAL OF OTHO FENLOCK

TW: mention of suicide

"W-where am I?" Otho asked, looking around in trepidation. He strained futilely against the manacles that chained his wrists to the stone wall at his back.

"Welcome to the In-Between," Beej told him. "Think of it as kind of a no-man's-land between the land of the living and the land of the dead. Since you're not dead -- yet -- I can't take you to the Netherworld, and most of the witnesses are dead, so they can't go Topside."

"You can't do this!" Otho protested. "I have an appointment with my manicurist at three!"

"When I'm done with you," Beej said, scowling, "the only nails you'll be worrying about will be the ones keeping your coffin-lid shut."

Pac cleared his throat. "Uh, Beej ... what am I doing here?"

"You're the judge."

"Me??? "

"Well, I can't do it," Beej said. "He could have the verdict overturned because of, uhh ..."

"Judicial bias?" Pac suggested.

Beej smiled broadly and winked at him. "See?" he said. "You'll do great!"

He snapped his fingers, and suddenly Pac was seated at a desk on a raised dais. He was wearing a judicial robe and a ridiculously ornate white powdered wig, and looked for all the world like a younger, befuddled Rumpole of the Bailey.

"I refuse to play along with this ... this charade!" Otho exclaimed. He was now in the defendant's box, hands cuffed in front of him.

"I don't think you have much choice, buddy," Pac said. Truth be told, this guy was starting to piss him off, and even though Pac didn't know what this "trial" was all about, he was already inclined to believe Beej.

"That's right, Kevin! " Beej snarled, striding over to his captive. He raised the baton that had appeared in his fist. "Now shut your yap, or I'll --"

"The, uh ... prosecution will refrain from threatening the defendant," Pac said in his best "judge" voice.

Beej scowled sullenly, but backed down.

"Okay, uh ... opening statements, I guess," Pac said. "The prosecution will go first."

"Thank you, your Honour," Beej said. "And may I say that you look hot in that robe."

"Get on with it," Pac scowled.

"Okay, okay," the demon sighed. "Right. So, uh .... we are gathered here today to hold this man --" he pointed dramatically at Otho -- "accountable for his crimes against humanity, ghost-kind ... and me specifically."

Otho scoffed. "You? What did I ever do to you? "

Beej stormed over to him and leaned in until their noses were almost touching. "YOU TRIED TO EXORCISE ME!!!" he roared, his hair scarlet.

Otho threw his head back, grimacing in disgust. He waved a hand in front of his face. "Can you blame me?" he asked. "Your breath alone is a crime! Not to mention your fashion sense. I mean, stripes? Really??? That's sooo last century!"

"I like stripes!" the demon retorted. "Lots of people like stripes!"

"Beej," Pac warned. "Focus."

"He started it!"

"Okay, uh ... the defendant will refrain from insulting the prosecution's clothing."

"Or his breath," Beej added.

Pac sighed. "Or his breath."

"Or his --"

"Or anything else," Pac said quickly.

Beej nodded, mollified. "As I was saying," he continued, scowling at Otho, "I will prove -- beyond the shadow of a doubt -- that the defendant did willfully and with malice aforethought steal from his victims --"

"It's not my fault that people like to give me things," Otho said.

"-- used his position of influence to satisfy his carnal desires --"

"You're one to talk."

"-- drove people to suicide --"

"Some people are beyond help," the ersatz guru put in. "I can't be held responsible."

"-- knowing that they would be condemned to civil service in the Netherworld!" He turned to Pac. "It's a shitty deal -- believe me, I know. That's why I stopped Lydia from throwing herself off the roof."

"I thought it was 'cause you needed her to say --" Pac began.

"You say tomato, I say GUILTY!" the demon replied, whirling to point a finger at the defendant. "It's as plain as the knock-off suit he's wearing!"

Otho gasped in horror. "This is a custom Armani, I'll have you know!"

"I request a summary judgement," Beej said.

"I-I don't know if it's a knock-off," Pac demurred. "I buy mostly second-hand."

"You always look hot, though," Beej told him.

"Thanks," Pac said, grinning.

"The prosecution will refrain from buttering up the judge," Otho frowned.

"Hey!" Pac exclaimed. "You don't make the rules, pal!" Then he sighed. "The defendant has a point, though. No more buttering me up -- either of you."

He looked at Otho. "The defence will proceed with their opening statement."

"I'm innocent."

"And?"

"And that's all," Otho said, crossing his legs and resting his hands loosely on his knee. "What else is there to say?" He pursed his lips smugly.

Pac sighed heavily. I really don't like this guy, he thought to himself. "I don't think you get it," he said. "If Beej wins, you'll be ..." he looked at the demon. "What happens if you win?"

"I take him to the Netherworld."

"I thought only the dead were allowed to go there," Pac said.

Beej nodded eagerly, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Right. And, uh ... what happens to him there?"

The demon shrugged. "Depends on who gets ahold of him," he replied. "But it won't be pleasant! Well, not for him, anyway!"

" 'Depends on who ...'? Uhh, never mind." Pac shook his head. "Hear that?" he said to Otho. "It's not gonna be good. So you better say more than just 'I'm innocent'."

Otho's bottom lip began to tremble. "I ... I never meant to hurt anyone," he said. "I just ... I just wanted to help people. Spiritually, you know? I mean, so many people are searching for answers in this crazy world, looking for meaning, for purpose." He took a deep, overly dramatic breath. "It's not my fault that they wanted to give me all their money."

"Did you ask them to?" Pac queried.

"I simply told them that ... donations were welcome to help with administrative costs."

"Like a fancy new car," Beej sneered, "and a fancy new wardrobe, and a fancy new --"

"Okay, okay," Pac said. "Let him talk."

"In order to be successful, you have to look successful," Otho explained. "No one is going to listen to somebody who looks like ... like ... a stoner -- no offence, your Honour."

"None taken," Pac frowned.

"Objection!" Beej yelled. "The defence is buttering up the judge!"

"Uhh, no, he's really not," Pac told him. "He just called me a stoner, and implied that I dress like a loser."

"Oh," the demon said. "Yeah, right. Well ... the defence is insulting the judge! Off with his head!"

"No! No offing with his head!"

"I'm filing a motion of judicial incompetence!"

"Hey! This was your idea, pal -- I never asked to be here! Now, settle down!"

Beej grumbled, but said nothing.

"Okay," Pac said. "Let's get on with it -- call your first witness."

Beej snapped his fingers, and suddenly a young woman was sitting in the witness box.

"Hi," Pac said to her. "Uhh ... please state your name."

She leaned forward and spoke into the microphone. "Anne Butler."

"Permission to treat the witness as hostile, your Honour," Beej said.

"What? Why?"

"For fun."

"Beej ..."

"Okay, okay," the demon scowled. "Party pooper." He approached the witness box with a sheaf of papers in his hands. "Hey, how you doing?" he said. "Nice to meet you. I'm BJ -- or Beej. Your choice. Maybe later we could --"

"Get on with it," Pac sighed -- he was rapidly losing patience with this whole situation.

"Uh, yeah. Right." The demon cleared his throat dramatically. "Now then, Ms Butler -- how did you meet the defendant?"

"I ... I was in a bad place," she began. "I'd just broken up with my fiancé, the place I worked was laying people off and I was sure I'd be next, my dad was diagnosed with cancer ..."

"Sounds rough," Beej cut in. "So you were feeling vulnerable."

Anne nodded. "I saw a notice about a new group that was starting -- so I called the number to find out more, and they told me that the first meeting was that Saturday, and it was only twenty bucks, no obligation. So ... I went. I mean, what did I have to lose -- besides twenty bucks and a couple of hours, right?

"Anyway, there were a bunch of people there, and Otho was in charge. He seemed to genuinely care about us, you know? About what we were going through."

"Scumbag," Beej muttered.

"Beej," Pac warned.

"Sorry, your Honour." He turned back to the witness. "What happened in this meeting?"

"He led us in a ... a prayer, I guess you'd call it -- but we weren't praying to God. More like we were asking the universe for guidance, I guess. It was kinda strange, really, but I figured why not? It's not like God was paying attention."

"Yeah, He can be a real piece of shit," Beej nodded. "He's always like 'Oh, I love my children, they're my treasures, you guys can come to me whenever you need help', but then when you do he's like 'Whoops, sorry -- I just gotta take this call, and I'll get back to you on that' -- and then He never does. Just like the deadbeat dad He is -- am I right, or am I right?"

"Objection," Otho said. "The prosecution is ... well, he's leading the witness off-track. She's supposed to be testifying against me! "

Pac looked at him incredulously. "Really, dude? You're pissed that she's not? "

Otho looked nonplussed. "Well, it's my trial."

"Bring it back on track, Beej," Pac sighed.

"Uh, yeah -- right. Sorry. It's just that it's a bit of a sore point for me, you know? My dad took off before I was born, and then when I finally managed to track him down you know what he said? He said, 'Tough luck, kid -- I never wanted to be a father anyway.' I mean, what kind of bastard says that to his own kid, for crissakes? And my mom -- oh, don't get me started on her! She was the worst! One time she --"

"Beej!"

The demon bit his lip and looked down at his feet. "Sorry. Uh ... where was I?"

"You were asking the witness about how she met Otho," Pac reminded him.

"Right. So Otho was in charge of the meeting."

Anne nodded. "After the ... prayer he had us all tell about what was going on with our lives -- why we'd come. It felt good to talk about it, you know? So I decided to keep going to the meetings.

"Anyway, he got us to start meditating, and taught us about crystals --"

"Crystals?" Beej asked.

"How different kinds of crystals attract different kinds of spiritual energy -- I know it sounds really crazy, but it made sense, you know? Anyway, he'd sell us the crystals and candles we needed --"

"He sold you pretty rocks and scented wax."

"Well, yeah -- but it's not like you can just find them lying around on the street, right? I mean, he had to buy them first."

Otho nodded, trying his best to look the picture of innocence.

"Anyway," Anne continued, "as time went on there was always another crystal or candle we needed to get, and they got more and more expensive."

"I had to cover my costs," Otho interjected.

Pac shot him a warning look.

"How much money did he end up taking?" Beej asked.

"Nearly $15,000 -- all the money I had!" Anne replied, burying her face in her hands and sobbing. "That's ... that's when I decided to ... to ... I took a bunch of sleeping pills."

"And now you're a civil servant in the Netherworld."

Anne nodded.

"And it's all because of this guy!" the demon exclaimed, pointing dramatically at Otho. "He drove you to suicide, knowing what would happen to you after! You must really hate him."

"Well, I --"

"You must wanna see his guts ripped out."

"Um ..."

"You must wanna see him flayed alive, his eyes poked out, his head on a pike! His liver eaten by hideous birds! His flesh burned with acid! His --"

"Beej!"

Beej shook himself. "Uh, sorry, your Honour -- guess I got a little carried away for a sec." He turned back to Anne. "One last question -- did he ever, you know ..." He made a circle with his thumb and index finger and quickly slid his other index finger in and out, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Anne nodded, distraught.

"It's okay," the demon said. "Tell us all about it."

"Come on, man!" Pac sighed.

"We need to hear every detail about what he did to her!" Beej protested.

"You just wanna get your rocks off!"

"Is that so wrong??? "

Pac sighed and turned to the witness. "Was it, uh ... consensual?"

"Yeah, I -- I guess. I mean, I didn't really want to, but he said it was an important part of the healing process."

"How was it?" Beej asked. "I bet he's got a small dick -- a tiny little thing, no bigger than a --"

"I object!" Otho exclaimed. "I'll have you know that I am very well-endowed, thank you very much!"

"Really? Well, I think the court should have proof! Drop your pants!"

"No!" Pac shouted. "No one's dropping their pants!" He took a deep breath. "The witness is excused -- thank you, Ms Butler."

''But I'm not done questioning her," Beej protested.

"Call your next witness."

"Wait," Otho said. "When do I get my turn?"

"You're the defendant!" Beej told him. "You don't get to ask questions!"

"Uh, he's also acting as his own lawyer," Pac pointed out.

"That's not my problem."

"All right -- you may question the witness."

Beej scowled. "I'm gonna file a writ when this is over!"

"Yeah, you do that," Pac chuckled. He looked at Otho. "Go ahead, ask your questions."

"I, uh ... I don't actually have any questions for this witness at this time, your Honour," he admitted. "I just wanted to make sure that I could."

Pac frowned. "Okay, then -- next witness."

*****

And so it went. Witness after witness was called to testify, and Pac found his hands full just trying to prevent Beej from making a circus of the whole thing. Otho, for his part, spent his time alternately making snarky comments, sobbing, and coming up with lame excuses for his actions.

"Any more witnesses?" Pac asked wearily.

"Just one more, your Honour," Beej said. "The prosecution calls Delia Deetz to the stand."

Delia appeared suddenly in the witness box, looking a bit dishevelled. "What the hell -- BJ? Otho! "

"Hey, Mom," Beej said.

"BJ, what's going on? What am I doing here?"

"Otho's on trial," he explained. "And you're my last witness."

"On trial??? BJ, what are you doing?"

"He hurt a lot of people -- including you. He should pay for that." Beej took her hand in his. "You just tell your story, and he'll get what's coming to him -- I promise."

"BJ, no -- I ... I can't. I won't help you hurt him. He's still my friend."

"But he hurt you!"

"Yes," she nodded. "Yes, he did. But if he hadn't ... I never would have moved to New York. I never would have met Charles, or Lydia. And so I never would have come to Connecticut with them ... and I never would have met you. And I wouldn't have become your mom."

Beej's face fell -- he hadn't considered that.

"Otho has done a lot of bad things, but it's only because he did those things that you're part of our family," she said. "I think you should let karma deal with him."

The side of Beej's mouth twitched.

"Beej?" Pac asked. "What do you wanna do?"

The demon let out a loud sigh and snapped his fingers, freeing Otho. The ersatz guru rubbed his wrists.

"You're free to go," the demon told him.

"Really?" Otho sneered. "Not even an apology?"

"Otho, darling," Delia hissed, "shut the hell up before he changes his mind!"

Beej snapped his fingers again and Otho disappeared, transported back to the land of the living.

"Thank you, BJ," Delia said. "It was the right thing to do."

"I only let him go because of you," he told her.

"I know, honey. Now, how about you take us all back home?"

[bohemian-nights]

Ryan Condal: "I made Velaryon black because there were too much white people on this show"

Ryan Condal too: "not giving even a hint of Nettles, the only canonical POC woman, most important dragonseed and essential figure on the war."

At this point,I'm coming at the conclusion Condal only made Velaryon black to pointing Weak Boys's bastardy at the same time he wanted brownie points. What do you think?

*Black woman, but yes. Seriously if you guys talk about Black people just call us what we are. No need for the POC/WOC/MOC stuff. Our experiences aren't the same just because we are all “minorities.”

Plus it reminds me of the pre-civil rights era when they used to call us “Colored” so I have no idea why any self respecting Black person (at least here in America) wants to call themselves that.

Rant aside, Honestly, the Weak Boys in the books are for sure bastards. People denying so are either absolute idiots(the boys are described as having brown hair and pug noses which isn't coming from Houses Arryn, Targaryen, Bartheon, or Velaryon).

So it wouldn't have mattered what they had done and who they had cast as long as Laenor’s actor had a hideous blonde wig and Harwin's actor had dark hair.

What I do think is that yeah Ryan and Co. wanted cheap diversity points.

The Velaryons are both a prominent house and get a pretty raw end deal out of the Dance so it makes sense to use them since they are highly visible and have shit stories(the Velaryons end up broke and taken out of the play by the end of Dance).

They might have also been trying to cut Nettles and replace her with Rhaena and I don't mean in the way Dumbnyra stans try to say about Daemon and Nettles being biological/surrogate father and daughter cause there is no way he could want to be with a Black woman.*

*Remember Laena is white in the books.

I mean in the way that Team Green tries to make Dettles perverted by saying that Daemon groomed* Nettles and used her as a cheap lay cause there is no way he could love a Black woman.

*Dettles is problematic, but every relationship in Fire & Blood is problematic in some way so singling them out is suspect at best.

Having Rhaena take her place as his lover would thus make him the ultimate villain of the Dance cause what’s worse than grooming your 14-year-old daughter?

Now if this was the case I think this was Miguel's dumb idea. He's the same moron who allegedly thought that it would be a good idea to change Rhaenys name that way people wouldn't be confused since she, Rhaena, and Rhaenyra all have similar sounding names.

(Talk about having 0 faith in your audience. None of these women look alike and they are all different ages so if someone was confused they’d have to be straight up blind).

It's obvious that Ryan has his issues, but I don't even think he is dumb enough to do that, especially since he claims to listen to GRRM(and there is no way that George would go that’s a great idea man 🤪).

I naively hope that Nettles pops up in the trailer and they were just saving her until then, but I do not like that they appear to be sidling her when she's the most important dragonseed.

[blacklegsanjiii]

Ive been rewatching the skypiea arc recently and had an idea i think u might like! in episode 151 when the warlords and major later story players are introduced, we see whitebeard being treated by a couple nurses - one of which looks a little (exactly) like sora!!

the thoughts literally only just occurred to me; but what about an au where sora escapes and runs into the white beard pirates. she’d be helped by the doctors and nurses of the WB fleet, (cause i 100% believe Judge wasn’t actually giving her restorative health care), and when she starts to get better uses the medical and scientific knowledge a queen of germa would need to rule. This is a bit like the marco au but one where Sanji actually genuinely believed she dies. Sora aboard the whitebeard fleet hiding her true origins as a queen of germa, dotes particularly hard on a young Ace when he first joins up… and if Ace happens to notice any similarities between the doting sora of the fleet and the cook on his little brothers crew well..

Ow, ow, okay. Anon, you're cooking.

Sora escaping, half dead and weak and is found by the White Beard fleet and given actual real medical care. As she gets better she helps with medicine and everything and starts performing nurse duties and uses the knowledge she had from Germa to advance their medicine and surgical practices. She's a great addition to the fleet her research is immensely helpful.

Eventually she's the one charged with White Beard's care day to day, all the medicine and tests and making sure he listens. So when Ace tries to kill the old man and is held captive she suddenly has another patient trapped in a sea stone cell aboard. She makes sure he's doing well. He's eating and sleeping and getting his nutrients. She has two unruly patients and isn't afraid to say so. She constantly nags them and mother's them and Newgate always laughs as he listens to her. Maybe before she goes to sleep one night she mentions how Ace reminds her of her son, when her captain asks about him she just gives him that small sad smile and says he died before they finish for the night and she goes to bed.

After Thatch is murdered and Ace goes on his hunt, he runs into his brother and his crew. Ace keeps looking at this random blond guy who is his brother's cook. He looks so much like Sora it's actually appalling. The woman who made sure he got extra helpings, cooed after him, got the other commanders to lay off him. Who sang songs in North Blue with Thatch as they danced around the deck during some parties.

When he calls in his report he lets them know about the guy who looks so much like Sora it wigged him out. At some point someone gets Sora to listen to Ace as he repeats himself in the description of Sanji. If Marco and Vista notice anything they don't say anything as they start preparing for war.