#wtf my grammar is horrible

[suebin]

ok one. just the first one and i’m already on cardiac arrest bc there is a specific video in my head on chan being shy and doing his cute little giggle. on god i’m gonna end everything :(((

two. this is so Real .. but wdym doting 😊☺️ it’s like u want me to D word. holding ur neck while kissing ?! i choose not to imagine and the “that’s what we’re doing now?” ohhhhh i’m not real

three. BINNIE AND HIS SWEET LITTLE LAUGJ no bc don’t u find it so beautiful to mimic someone’s laughter which is smthn that is so lovely and so full of happiness and just genuine Joy and unknowingly picking up on a loved one’s sound of laughter like shut up it ltrly means u’re so fond of them and their voice and their little laugh like i’m so sad

four. ok this is funny bc i do this a lot like i’m always side eyeing my friends & they have photo and video evidence of it too BUT in addition, can u imagine their power or like how adorable they r when someone they both dislike does smthn and they just send a quick side eye before looking for each other’s eyes and knowing EXACTLY what the other is thinking

five. HAN JISUNG AND HIS ICONIC LIP BALM APPLYING VIDEO i’m so happy this is the habit that mc picks up on bc the way that han applies it is the only correct answer and i refuse to hear anything else. btw the “let’s find out” at the end and the kiss like 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂URE CRAZY and i belong to a mental hospital

six. omg NO stop now i’m thinking of felix checking his pulse and i’m so sad bc it’s so cute and so FOND to replicate smthn ur partner does out of nervousness and do it when u’re nervous too. like not to overthink it, but in a way, it makes him feel closer bc u’re doing things that he does T_T does that even make sense. and the w rizz with “that’s how many years i want with u” like why’d yn EAT that up (i’m less cute when i’m nervous bc i ltrly cough up and have the worst runny nose)

seven. i kinda need to breathe for a moment before i read this bc i love seungmin with all my heart and im ltrly gonna be so devastated HWHWHFHEBCNSRI i’m already laughing bc that first line is so Me and what he’s doing is so Him like how r these dialogues so perfect like r u secretly kim seungmin and are u living inside my walls ?! “he’s ltrly me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me” and “just say u hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression” like it’s so HIM i need u to be honest with me rn. the whole tenderness that makes seungmin unhappy like i hate myself 😭 he’s so cute and adorable and i wanna hold him. and the ENDING ??? i laughed

eight. i love the first line to this already like the way it flows and u’re wondering where it’s about to go. and the translation like why are u genius. and the sibling interaction ?? always down bad when it comes to being with family and love and happiness with family and partners being close to their partner’s family UGH idk if i’m speaking properly bc it’s like 11pm and how adorable the “against the rules” like that’s jeongin and i’m in tears

ltrly read this on my other device so i can write down my comments as i read bc sometimes my thoughts disappear right after when i’m overwhelmed so HERE is my review of these adorable headcanons and prompts .. genius as usual !!!! i’m excited to read ur other works but i will do it 2morrow bc i am about to zzzzz

· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date. 

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before from curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck. 

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence. 

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips. 

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade. 

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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Actually texting people who use perfect grammar is horrible

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Growing Strong With The Dragon - Part II

Aemond Targareyen x Tyrell!Reader

Summary: The wedding day has arrived, maybe the princess won't be as lonely anymore.

Warnings: No warnings, just a chill fic. No character description. Afab.

Authors Note: English is not my first language so the grammar might be a bit janked. After a quick search I found out that going from Highgarden to Kings landing by wheelhouse could take more than 2 months, wtf. Part I

After a long and brutal journey, you found yourself in front of the gate of the gods, a magnificent sight that signified the near end of your journey. As you passed through the city, you noticed that it smelled much worse than you imagined; Highgarden had never smelled this bad and was never this dirty. Once you reached the gates of the Red Keep, you sighed with relief; your horrible journey had finally ended. The loyal servants of the crown were quick to bring yours and your family's baggage to your assigned chambers. You had a small bedroom, much smaller than yours at home but comfortable nonetheless. You had arrived late in the day, so your new ladies-in-waiting helped you change into a more comfortable evening gown. You usually read before going to bed, but tonight things felt different. With the next day being your wedding day, you felt the anxiety from the day you met the prince return. Is he also nervous? Could he be thinking about you? Those questions plagued your mind into the late hours of the evening.

The day of the wedding arrived; your dress had been made by the seamstresses of King’s Landing with your exact measurements and it was a perfect fit. Your ladies-in-waiting woke you up early, and you didn't sleep much, but you weren't tired at all. You felt your heartbeat strong, and your palms sweaty as you got dressed and your hair done, it was braided in a lovely way. You wore a beautiful off-the-shoulders white dress with blue floral embroideries, and your favorite piece of jewelry was placed on your neck, a pearled necklace with the biggest sapphire in Westeros. Being pampered this way made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. You heard the chime of bells echoing throughout King’s Landing, signifying the wedding was about to begin. The sept was full of lords and ladies that you had never seen but heard much about. Prince Aemond felt nervous but didn't let a bit of that nervousness be shown to those outside his head.

As you entered the sept, everyone got quiet, and you could hear some gasps. It made you feel anxious for being the center of attention, but you also felt powerful. Everyone was there for you and for your prince’s marriage. You were escorted down the aisle by your father, who had a stoic look on his face. Once you reached the end of the aisle and got up the small set of steps, you were given away to your prince with a bow from your father. With you being so close to your soon-to-be husband, he finally noticed the blue stone you had on your neck. It was the same stone that was placed on his missing eye, to him, that felt like a message from the gods that you were meant to be his. Once in front of the Septon, Prince Aemond placed on your shoulders a cloak with the colors of his house and gave you a sincere smile, the first you had seen from him, and you returned his smile with one of your own as you were officially declared husband and wife with a grand applause of all the ladies and lords.

As you arrive in the grand hall for the feasting celebration, you hear drums and your family's name being proclaimed. You move though the filled corridor, everyone has gotten up and looked at you, but the only eye that matters to you is the one from the prince.

Once he saw you enter the throne room, he felt out of breath, almost as if he saw you for the first time again. He never liked the idea of marriage, but seeing you like that made him change his mind. You are going to be his forever.

You climbed the small set of stairs in front of the dining table. Prince Aemond got up and held your hand, softly kissing it as he led you to sit next to him.

As you were eating the appetizers, you felt an immense wave of anxiety as your hand held your dress. "Maybe if I drink more wine, the nervousness will dissipate," you thought to yourself as you emptied your cup. Prince Aemond noticed and he raised his hand asking for more wine for both of you. You looked at him with a soft smile in gratitude and you felt a hand creep under the table to where yours was holding your dress. You felt Prince Aemond's ungloved hand; it was soft, and his fingers were lean. He placed his hand on top of yours as a means to give you comfort in such a stressful moment and you felt your hand ease the pressure on your dress.

After a little while, both of you had to do the bridal dance. You were trained for this dance your whole life and even though you knew you were prepared, you couldn't help but feel nervous. Prince Aemond got up and gave you his hand so you two could go to the middle of the hall and dance. You felt everyone's eyes on you, but dancing made you feel free. You almost felt like you were flying with each spin of your gracious moves. Once the dance was finished, you both bowed, and everyone applauded while joining you in the middle of the room. You both danced together for a while until you were interrupted by another lord asking you for a dance. Seeing you dance with another lord made Aemond's blood boil with rage. Someone else touching what was his by right was not to his liking, so after letting you dance for a while, he swiftly made his return to you with a clenched jaw and grabbed you tightly by the waist. He pressed you against him, you had never experienced such intimacy before, as you were sheltered from men your whole life in means to keep your virtue. This new experience made you feel things you weren't used to; maybe it was the wine doing things to you, but you felt nervous in a different way. Aemond looked into your eyes as you were pressed against him and said, “You look beautiful, my wife.” You felt your whole body get hot. “Thank you, husband.” you answered with a soft smile of gratitude and nervousness on your lips. You couldn't leave each other for the rest of the dance, always making eye contact as if you both were connected. He knew he had made a lasting impression on you.

Taglist: @maddyb-rapps

[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

The sheer audacity of Ava Kris Tyson

The sheer selfishness. Stupidity. Entitled. The Wtf factor.

They're are 2 huge takeaway from this situation that I'll address and be as fair as possible.

1. The underage/pedophile situation

Diabolical. Absolutely diabolical. Underage texting should not be tolerated and the worst thing is that them deleted all tweets that could "be used against them". Is genuinely disturbing, that they were able to get away with this for THAT LONG

And it's clear the the legal system is not going their jobs of oh my goodness it was all public information, and yet it took about 5-10 years of them being around people the same age/younger for people to know.

I was and still am a fan of Mr Beast, because he has done NOTHING WRONG. He was not the one texting minor, engaging with them, so on and so on. Mr. Beast is an INCREDIBLE person and should not be dragged down by the mistake of another even if they're friends/co-worker.

But I can assure you that the trust that he and many other must have had in Ava Kris Tyson is gone.

Obviously theirs a clear difference between liking post and doing the messaging/interacting and they've done both.

It's an upset to the fans, his younger audience, ALL participants, Mr Beast crew, Mr Beast himself and his (now ex) wife as well as their CHILD

This should be yet another testament to the fact that both minors/people of the Internet are not being well protected by the social media platform they're using and it shows. It also shows the lack of actual action from.. Oh ya know... THE FUCKING POLICE, like in the UK (where I'm from) if they know about something, even just a little bit, you're on a list. No questions asked. They'll come to your home, take your information and you may be on a list until they catch the person.

I don't know what the policing is like in America but it doesn't look good.

Overall. Bad situation.

2. Transgender rights.

In the words of many (and accurately) they just set the community back 10 years. They're JK Rowling's wet dream. They're every conservative example A argument when it comes to trans rights. The absolute SELFISHNESS of this individual is jaw-dropping.

They've now set the president of "trans people could be pedophile" in the worst way possible. And what makes it worse is that the media tends to use key identificating factors, such as "black individual" or "British person".

So on every headline about Ava Kris Tyson it will all point finger to transgendered people. Sparking more debates about there rights.

I am fearfully for the Americans because Trumps presidential landslide is going to come due to recent situations and I will not be surprised if you use this as example a b c d e f n g as to why transgender people shouldn't have right. Why LGBTQIA+ people are criminals.

It's horrible. Humiliating.

And to be clear you can be upset about BOTH THINGS

A person being upset about the damage to transgendered rights is not saying that pedophile is good, because that's a whole new sentence. A whole new thing. A whole new post. A whole new argument.

But to conclude. Don't message or ask for nudes online EVER especially if you don't know the person. And do not let the actions of another take you down.

Edit: grammar/spelling (hopefully fixed lol) plus now fuck Mr. Beast, my guy just doomed all the charities he's helped.

[anyydidi]

SESHFHEWFOEWIHF i will literally off myself becaue WHAT IS THIS.

so i just found out that the biggest struggle of being a translator is converting names into czech. meaning i have to change the spelling so it's accurate and readable in the language. for example Kuai Liang-Kuaj Liang, Shang Tsung-Šang Cung, Kenshi-Kenši.

the one person who has been making my life hell is fucking SYZOTH. like wtf is that name, for fucks sake. i love the dude, he's my babygirl and in all honesty it's not that i literally hate his name. it's fine in english. but it's basically UNCONVERTABLE. so like what the fuck do i do? there were three options--i just leave him be and write Syzoth in the fic; as i've done with others i just change the spelling-Sajzof (but that sounds and looks absolutely fucking horrible and please just no); or try to think of a completely NEW name, like Syzák or Syzos or something like that. which i think i'll be forced to do the third option because i don't think i could just choose which names i convert and which i don't.

oh and don't get me started on the names that actually have a fucking translation. some are fine, for example Scorpion (Škorpión). they sound cool and stuff, but what about frickin Rain or Smoke?? you could translate Rain to Déšť or Liják but when i was checking the translation for grammar and i actually read Liják in the fucking fic, i couldn't keep a straight face because what the fuck is that 😭😭?? and smoke? who is, by the way, the centric of the fic? fucking Kouř or Dým. like dým isn't that bad, but still it makes me laugh so hard. and it all sounds so cringe. in my eyes at least. i know that it's nooormaaal to translate names like that but they just don't sound as cool anymore 💔.

and at last i am NOT excited when i actually get to Sub-Zero. gonna call him fucking Pod-Nulou (Below-Zero) and that's gonna be it. or zmrzlý mužík (iced man). because why not. this whole ordeal is making me go crazy anyway.

[deimosphilic]

TAKE MY HEART | NETEYAM TE SULI TSYEYK’ITAN

summary : you and neteyam had finally began to get along, so why was he all of a sudden distancing himself from you? well, they do say love overpowers frienship.

paring : neteyam x gn!metkayina!reader

warnings : shit writing and probably horrible grammar xx

authors note : reblgs r appreciated!! writing this made me realise i cannot spell for absolute shit. also, i literally dk wtf i’m doing so if this is dumb pls lmk. didn't know what to put for a gn tulkun so it's ur soul sibling! (s/s/n) = soul siblings name. LAZY ASS PROOFREAD

word count : 2.7k

request : yes | no

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when toruk makto and his family had first arrived at awa'atlu, you were apprehensive of them. what where omatikayan people doing seeking uturu from metkayinan people? you decided to push your thoughts aside and focus on the duty given by your father - teaching the children the way of water.

throughout their training, you realised that the na'rìng na’vi were bearable, you even became friends with them all - except the eldest, neteyam. he was always cold towards you, at first you tried to decipher the reason, tried to become his friend, but as soon as you realised he wasn’t going to stop giving you the cold shoulder you reciprocated it.

everything changed one day when he accompanied you in the small cove you'd found when you were a child.

you were laying down on the soft sand, enjoying the peace and quiet, until your ears twitched towards rustling in a bush. you had your hand on your hunters knife, ready in case you needed to attack, when you saw neteyam. you let out a sigh of relief, “do not scare me like that skxawng. i could have killed you.”

neteyam put his hands up in a mocking surrender with a sly smirk on his face, “i doubt you could even if you tried.”

“what are you even doing here?” you asked, ignoring his remark.

“decided to take a walk, went exploring, and found you here, apparently.” he said casually as if you were friends, you were far from it.

you didn’t bother to reply, thinking he’d go away, but that thought didn’t last very long as you felt the sand dip right next to you. you looked up from the shallow ocean to see that neteyam had planted himself next to you.

“why are you still here? go away.” you tried to shoo him off but gained a small chuckle from the boy.

“i am comfortable right here actually.” said boy retorted.

the both of you sat at the cove for hours, but made sure to get back before your families awoke, and talked, genuinely talked. what was once sending death glares at each other every second of every day, was now a beautiful friendship that had bloomed simply from the understanding you both had of each other, being the eldest in your families. ever since that very night, you, and neteyam had been attached to the hip. every time someone saw one of you without the other they’d always ask, “where is (y/n)?” or “where is neteyam?”

whilst becoming friends with neteyam you had realised your liking for him was much more than a friendship. you yearned for him behind closed doors, you so desperately wanted the hugs he gave you to last much longer than they did, you wanted him to sweep you off your feet and kiss you after not seeing you all day, you wanted him to want you as you wanted him. you wanted too much, much more than you could have, so you tried to push your feelings to the darkest corner of your mind just for them to spring right back, front and centre.

even though your feelings for him made themselves more known as the day went by, you were happy, so happy you could explode. that was until neteyam slowly started distancing himself. insecurity made its way through your body every time he’d make up some dumb excuse to not hang out with you, or when he wouldn’t show up at the cove like you'd been doing for the past few months. thoughts such as, 'am i annoying him too much?', 'does he know of my feelings?.', 'is he sick of me?.' were flooding your brain. after a very intense mental battle that lasted days, you finally decided to stop putting any effort into yours, and his short-lived friendship. that meant no trying to catch up with him after spotting him, no visiting his families marui just to see him, and no waiting for hours at the cove for him to show up.

on neteyam's part, ever since you, and him made eye contact the day he step foot on awa'atlu, you wouldn't leave his mind, seemingly making yourself at home in his brain. that's why he thought giving you the cold shoulder would be the best idea. 'if i don't talk to her it will go away.' he thought when he first met you after making eye contact with you at least fifteen times in the five minutes his father was trying to convince the olo'eyktan, and tsahìk, your parents, to let his family stay with your clan.

his plan did nothing to save the feeling he got when he saw you. everything you did gave him a fluttery feeling in his stomach, the way your eyes lit up the second one of his siblings directed a question to you, the way you smiled when you got to talk about something you enjoyed, or the way you made sure to send his siblings praises when they were struggling to grasp your ways of living. your entire existence made him crumble. even when you called him vonvä', even when you purposefully shoved your shoulder into his when you walked past him, and even the one time you slapped him across the face for making you drop your beads.

the day he found you by the cove changed everything.

neteyam had decided to go on a walk to clear his head. all he could think about was you and he needed to act upon it somehow. as he was walking all across the island, he managed to find a small forest far from the village. ‘maybe i could get a glimpse of home.’ he thought before immediately working his way over. he was ecstatic when he finally got to the clearing. there were tall trees, not as tall as back home though, and lively bushes, not as lively as back home though, and... the ocean. neteyam sighed. although he was over the moon about the fact that he could have a little piece of home, there was still stuff that reminded him he wasn't home. like the sand he was standing on, and the ilu he could hear clicking.

he decided to go further into the forest, making his way through harmful bushes, and fallen logs. as soon as neteyam got through all the flora, that eywa herself blessed them with, he gasped in awe. but before he could fully appreciate the beauty of the small cove he found, he heard a distinct voice.

"do not scare me like that skxawng. i could have killed you."

you. his breath got trapped in his throat as he realised that the person who he was trying to distract himself from, was right in front of him. he quickly put his mean front up by painting a sly smirk on his face with his hands in the air to represent a mocking surrender.

"i doubt you could even if you tried." he spoke, trying so hard to cover up the fact that he was sweating balls just talking to you.

"what are you even doing here?" you asked, giving him your unintentional doe eyes that he was now encaptivated by.

"decided to talk a walk, went exploring, and found you apparently." he was partially telling the truth. besides making you think he hates you, why else would he lie to you?

when you didn't reply to him, he took his chances and decided to sit next to you. what you failed to notice was the purple tint to his cheeks, and the shakiness of his hands.

"why are you still here? go away." you attempted to shoo him off. he debated whether to leave, like you wanted, or stay, against your wishes. being the bold young man he is (he is probably the least bold person known to man) he decided to stay.

as the pair of you sat and talked, neteyam realised how much he liked when you when you weren't keeping a guard up for him. he liked when you laughed at his corny jokes, he liked when you'd tuck your braids behind your ear so he got to see your ear twitch whenever you heard something, no matter how little the sound was, he liked it when you'd grab his hands in comfort when he'd talk about a sensitive subject. he realised something big that night, he saw you, he saw all of you. he saw that your shoulders would tense up at the mention of your parents, and he saw how you put up a lively front, but on the inside, you were a child who needed love.

as the friendship grew closer, and closer each day. neteyam realised his feelings for you overpowered his thoughts, he yearned for you. he so desperately wanted the hugs he gave you to last much longer than they did, he wanted to sweep you off your feet and kiss you after not seeing you all day, he wanted you to want him as he wanted you. he knew you didn’t though, so he did the best thing he could think of. avoiding you. every time he saw you coming in his direction he'd turn and walk the opposite way, but not with out cursing himself mentally. he felt awful. he knew it was wrong but continued doing it, leaving his marui the second you step foot in there, just to help tuk with her braids. coincidence, right?

you, were stressed. you would sit at the cove for hours thinking about that stupid boy. the stupid boy who stole your heart just to shred it to pieces. the stupid boy who would spend the whole day with you, and then completely ignore you the next. as much as you wanted to resent him for playing with your feelings, you couldn't. not when he could make you smile just by flashing his canines. or, when he'd bring you a bouquet of your favourite flowers. you couldn't resent him when you'd already told your spirit sibling about him.

"i met a boy." you signed to your spirit sibling, with a cheesy grin etched on your face.

"a boy?" they replied, tone filled to the brim with excitement, "what is his name? what does he look like? where is he?" they bombarded you with questions.

"calm down (s/s/n)." you signed whilst giggling, "his name is neteyam, and he is omatikaya" you explained as your cheeks heated up.

"you are blushing!" they teased, flapping the fin you were sitting on slightly.

"i am not!" you denied as you covered your face from them. you definitely were.

you smiled at the memory before yelling out in frustration. you got up from your place on your marui's floor, and left to the one place that could calm you down, the cove. the journey there was muscle memory at this point, ever since you were young you went to the cove, finding comfort in the silence. you stood on the sand for a moment, basking in the last piece of sunlight before eclipse enveloped the sky. you let out a shaky breath, you wanted to scream, and cry. so that's what you did. sobs racked your body, faster than you could process as you kicked the sand beneath you, and punched the few trees that were there. as you were about to punch another palm tree, a hand stopped you.

"please do not hurt yourself (y/n)." neteyam. you ripped your hand from his grasp, "you should not be here past eclipse. go away!" you hissed out, turning your back to him.

"neither should you." he clapped back, grabbing your shoulder to turn you back around. "what i do does not concern you, anymore" you spoke and went to leave the cove, "whatever, if you will not leave, i will."

"wait!" neteyam said before thinking, and grabbed your wrist to stop you. you shook your wrist from his grasp, and turned towards him waiting for him to speak.

when he stayed silent, you sighed heavily, the silence immediately becoming awkward. you pondered asking him the question that had been on your mind for awhile, but you wanted, needed the truth. "why have you been avoiding me, neteyam?"

he froze. what was he supposed to say? 'oel ngati kamie?' no, that was too forward. he wished he could though, but there was one thing stopping him. rejection. what if you laughed, and walked away? what if you told him you didn't feel the same, with a pitiful smile? too many bad outcomes flooded his brain, and the next thing you know, he couldn't breathe.

"i-" he stuttered trying to makeup some dumb excuse again, because, apparently, that's all he can do. you sighed shakily, trying to hold back tears that were threatening to fall.

"do not lie to me this time." you warned and began picking at your fingers, a nervous habit you've had since you were young. neteyam opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it with a huff. the silence was aggravating, causing you to tell out a, "WHY?!"

you were met with even more silence, making the sob you were so desperately holding back, escape. "please tell me." you begged.

seeing you in this state absolutely broke neteyam, causing the tears that he was holding back to fall. he wanted to tell you, but the overwhelming thought of rejection kept stopping him, and would probably stop him for the rest of eternity.

you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, "FINE! if you do not wish to tell me, fine." you turned to leave before you heard his voice after what felt like hours.

"oel ngati kameie."

no. you must be dreaming. why was he telling you this?

"you may as well take my heart, (y/n), it is already full of you." he confessed.

"please go." you breathed out, pointing to the exit. now was not time for joking around.

"what is it? what is wrong (y/n)?" was he seriously asking you this?

"you know nothing about me. you have known me only five moons." you said the tears you were holding back now freely flowing.

"five moons? (y/n) i have known you all my life." he spoke metaphorically. of course he hadn't known you all his life. he knew of his mate all his life, and the second he laid eyes on you on the beach, he knew you would be his. his mate. his tìyawn. his life.

"all your life?" you scoffed.

"it is true." he began, "when i have heard beautiful music, i have thought 'they would like that', i have looked at flowers, and known that one day, i would give them to you." he confessed. he was scared, scared you would reject him now that he spilt his heart out to you.

"oh stop- stop." you begged. you wanted to believe him so badly, but there was one thing stopping you. rejection. what if he laughed in your face and told you he was merely joking around? but he wouldn't be so sick as to tell you something so intimate as 'oel ngati kameie', right? some children do.

neteyam's heart was breaking, you were rejecting him. he prayed to eywa that this wasn't the outcome, but unfortunately, not everything goes how you want it to go.

"please (y/n). oel ngati kameie. why can you not see that?" he begged, and walked towards you, cupping your cheeks with his hands. he was determined.

"prove it." you said, too tired to even try removing his hands from your face.

prove it, you say. he'd do anything to prove his love for you. "can i please kiss you?" he asked, even in moments like this he's polite as ever.

your eyes softened, "of course you can." you said and his lips crashed onto yours. his lips matched perfectly with yours. like the last two puzzle pieces coming together to complete the picture. the kiss was full of pent up feelings being released. love, passion, excitement, joy. it felt euphoric, you didn't want to pull away, but at one point you needed to or you'd be dead from loss of air.

you pulled away, much neteyam's and yours dismay, and breathed. he proved it. "you proved it." you said breathlessly.

"i proved it." even after you allowed him to kiss you, he was still scared of rejection.

"oel ngati kameie, neteyam." you confessed. oh, how he loved the way his name rolled off of your tongue.

"oel ngati kameie, (y/n)." he said for the millionth time that night. oh, how you loved the way your name rolled off of his tongue.

TRANSLATIONS

toruk makto = rider of last shadow (great leonopteryx)

uturu = sanctuary

na'rìng na'vi = forest people

skxawng = moron, idiot

olo'eyktan = clan leader

tsahìk = spiritual leader

vonvä' = asshole

tìyawn = love

oel ngati kameie = i see you

[luneengene2]

the leehan fic was horrible, no grammar no nothing u kept saying different pronouns to different genders and stuff wtf i couldn’t even get past the arrival scene and i was so excited to read it 😔

Thank you for the criticism you gave me.

I'm really sorry if you don't like it, I'm still in the process of learning English. Forgive me if my grammar is so lacking and very messy.

I will also continue to try to improve my messy grammar :). Regarding pronunciation, I sometimes don't double check who the character I'm writing is, resulting in a lot of mistakes. I'm really really sorry if you really don't like it and are really annoyed when you read it.

Thank You so much!

[lvrsparadise]

Some of the smut actually isn’t bad but I don’t think most people realize that it’s not realistic whatsoever. You can TELL which writers have never actual had s3x by their misconception of the topic lmao.

(This isn’t directed at you whatsoever btw) but kids, s3x. Is. Nothing. Like. Porn.

Thanks for your time I love your fics sm 🩷🩷

actually because like there are some writers that i absolutely love bc their writing looks like something i would read in an erotic novel and i love it.

sometimes when i click on a fic (ikik shh) and i start reading, i genuinely feel queasy bc it's so unrealistic, so badly written, FREAKY ASS KINKS (WTF), and just horrible dialogue and punctuation, or grammar (yeah yeah, i'm one of those). but other times, i have to go SEARCHING for an actual REALISTIC, PROPER TERMINIZATION (???), and like grammar.

i follow a few smut writers bc their writing is so good and realistic (although i don't know bc i'm a teen and have never done the deed, duh.)

and again, like you said, this is not in any way shape or form directed at anybody, but some writing just is sickening, like it genuinely makes me feel like i'm going to get arrested for looking at words on a fucking screen. others, i'm good with bc i know what kind of writing styles i like, theres not many i don't, but as soon as i spot something that crosses MY personal line of 'this just went from good to what the fuck', i'm clicking off. simple as that.

and if anyone's going "oh! uhm actually ☝🤓🤓you said this and did that! blah, blah, blah!!☝🤓" genuinely learn about humans because people can fucking change. yk? like, yes, i didn't like smut a month or so ago, but that's because i wanted to.... how to put this in words without sounding like a bitch.....

i care about what people think of me, a lot, so i was being what would be a push over or whatever it is. and i wanted to be like, "oh yeah! no this, this is bad!!" for like my own personal need as to show people i "didn't" like it.

i like smut (in general), but at the time, smut abt the triplets made me so sick to my stomach, so i went against it. but then i warmed up to it after reading so many good fics.

people can change. please respect and learn that. i don't really care if you come after me or "cancel" me after this, i couldn't give a rats ass! go tell your mother or something. cry about it. seriously, cry about it.

but that's just me. people all have their own opinions and are not objected to others, you can feel what you want about this.

I don't know how to write smut, so i would never actually write that stuff, just read it.

smut is one thing, deep fakes and p)rn is another. please learn the difference.

[hide-in-imagination]

Okiii, sooo since none of my few friends that I have watch Soy Luna, I see no other option than to speak here 😅 I am extremely annoyed by how in the series they have an incredibly visible double standard, like when in the third series Luna sings with Matteo and behind them a photo appears of Matteo kissing Emilia and everyone is angry at Matteo for cheating on Luna, while they weren't even dating, literally Luna had only pushed him away until this time, and it didn't happen that he started kissing Luna, time stopped, he went to kiss Emilia and went back to Luna again, but everyone made Luna out to be the poor thing that Matteo cheated on, but when Matteo REALLY cheated on Ámbar with Luna in the first series (he still flirted with Luna even though he was dating Ámbar and even though it wasn't a particularly good relationship, he still he was dating her at that time, for two years, and at every opportunity he tried to stick his tongue down Luna's throat, and the same Luna, during her dating with Simón, acted as if nothing happened and was still flirting with Matteo), no one cared, because after all it's just that Matteo was more suited to Luna so he wasn't really doing anything wrong, like what's that supposed to mean? No one there cared that he was dating Ámbar and still flirting with Luna, because it was with Luna, and after all, Luna is an angel, so what's wrong with that? echw. And another example is the Sol thing. When Ámbar found out that she was Sol, almost no one addressed it, and if so, not even one episode, okay Luna once said that it must be difficult for her and Matteo once asked her if she was ok, and Delfi and Jazmin with her they were in the room for a while talking to her about it, which let's be honest, it didn't seem like they really cared. BUT, when they found out that Luna was the real Sol, everyone, literally everyone was like 'ohhh poor thing, it must be so hard for her, we have to take care of her' like wtf. Same with Alfredo, he literally treated Luna better even though he thought Sol was Ámbar and didn't even try to hide it. It's just that the more I think about everything that happened in the series, I have to think about how terribly they treated Ámbar there. Yes, she made a lot of mistakes, but the only one who still saw hope in her was Simón, the others were, well, just horrible. And above all, the fact that everyone dealt with how difficult it was for Luna to learn the truth, but the fact that the only person she had been with all her life left Ámbar, no one cared. I can't even describe how angry I am with all the characters. Amber deserved better. I'm also quite annoyed that it ended with Ámbar "making friends" with everyone and everything was great. People think about how they could suddenly and simply forgive Ámbar, but what about the other way around? Why would Ámbar want to be friends with them after all? I understand that she didn't want to have a bad relationship with them anymore, mainly because of Simon, but why did the creators have to show it as if nothing bad happened between them? I'm sure she might be friends with Luna in the future, or Delfi again since her boyfriend is best friends with their boyfriends, but I don't see why she would want to be friends with Jazmin, Yam, Jim, etc., but maybe I'm biased interested in them because I don't need them, especially Jazmin, sorry, but just ahhhh, nevermind. Thank you for listening to me, you may not agree with me, but I couldn't hold it in and argue against myself in my head any longer. I will be happy if you tell me your point of view. Even if you don't agree with me, because, after all, maybe I'm too strict with the other characters, because I empathize with the Ámbar character a lot. Anyway, I wish you a nice day, week, and overall life❤️ XOXO

(I apologize for any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language and I am not very good at it 😅)

Anon, you are so right. You are so correct that the Earth shakes when you speak. The wise follow you and the ignorant hate you.

To be fair, Ámbar was pretty shitty to a lot of people, so it's not like she never did anything wrong; she did, multiple times. But yeah, the bias the story had towards Luna is so annoying. I know she's the protagonist and it's a Disney show for kids, okay? I get it. But I'm still allowed to be annoyed by it as an adult with a functional fully developed brain. Luna could literally do no wrong while the littlest thing Ámbar did was always the worst. smh. Again, I know Ámbar was mean for a long time, but Matteo deserved much worse than he got and Luna deserved way less. I will die on this hill.

And don't worry, anon, your English is fine ❤️ And you can vent over here whenever you like, especially if it's Luna criticism, I love to see it.

Also, sorry for the late reply, I've been celebrating my birthday for three days straight with different people skdjn. I'm finally free. And then tomorrow is my mom's birthday, and then the day after that, I'm going to Canada for vacations, so... yeah. If I disappear, you all know why 😂

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

I'll eventually run out

- godcicle likes to call people nicknames!

- epicsmp just calls everyone dude.

- 100days wants to protect himself, he's vigilant, epicsmp, on the other hand, has no self preservation.

- only 100days knows how to actually use a gun, the rest is better with swords.

- godcicle just sleeps a lot. Dsmp and originsmp? The opposite, they don't sleep. (Canon)

- epicsmp would be the one to torture a survivor just to get informations, so would 100days. Both have the balls for that.

The only difference is that epicsmp does not care that much, he's too tired to care, 100days regrets it in the end.

- godcicle wears make-up!

- epicsmp is the one who would wear a dress and work with it.

- both epicsmp and 100days are fairly jacked.

- dsmp is also quite buff, but not too much. His human disguise just took a little inspo from his human slimecicles friends!

- dsmp likes to speak with ranboo in mob language, it always makes him giggle the poor enderman hybrid reaction! But he always gets a small response,,in horrible grammar,,but it's a response!

- originsmp always steals ranboo stuff, specifically hers yes. And he always laughs at the enderman overreacting.

- yes, all of the slimecicles sleep in a pile. But only dsmo and originsmp stay awake and chat.

- they consider themselves a family, but not with certain roles, they just know godcicle is the mom. That's it.

- "people who use TikTok language irl are so embarrassing, try side eyeing my fucking fist" - epicsmp, charlie slimecicle

- "HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR ME?" "THAT'S MY OPINION!" - probably 100days and epicsmp.

- dsmp and originsmp would be very soggy cats.

Godcicle would be super fluffy,

100days will miss some fur and have some bandages around

Epicsmp is barely a cat, wtf happened to him

[youremineggirl]

how are you doing slave and what are your plans for today sissy and hope all is fine with you tell me sissy are you ready and willing to submit yourself to me as your mistress and Goddess and let me own you and have you feminized and hypnotized and be pimped out as my sissy slut whore and let me use and abuse you and let me get you gang fucked and be raped and have your little tight virgin boi pussy used and and stretched with my strapon and let me have you get gangbanged and raped and fill your asshole with cum and let me get you used and abused and be gangfucked by me and my trans girls and have you used by my tgirls and Shemale friends and have you breed and be gangraped and be feminized and pimped out and let me whore you out into prostitution and make you my sissy fucktoy and slut whore and have you get breed and have you get loads of cum to suck and suck random tgirls and Shemale girls cock and suck on my alpha men cock and let me own you and let’s explore this lifestyle together with me as your Goddess and let me make you my fucktoy and sexslut and let me make you crave cock and eat cum and have random cocks to suck

Do people really think someone has the time to read such a nasty and horribly written message??

First, "goddess", fuck off... who said I was a sissy or even slightly interested in that?

Maybe I've liked stuff from sissy blogs but frankly I don't care who posts anything. If I like an image, a video, a text or whatever, I'm not going to discriminate or think how someone else would see me for it.

Second, WTF??? That shit is unreadable! Either you got a lobotomy and your vocabulary became limited to just babbling obscenities, or you need serious classes on grammar and basic human interaction.

I only reply to this because it gives an opportunity for anyone that sees it to block you in advance, before you ruin somebody else's evening and mood with your rotten brain and manners.

Yeah, this is Tumblr and we're all pervs, but class is still important... Bitch✨

[mycptsdstory]

I'm having a panic attack, right now!! This past week I've been walking up with panic attacks and I don't know why. Just this dread of; something isn't right, someone is very wrong. What's wrong with me?

I'm having a panic attack right now and it just seems to be getting worse, through the day. So, sorry about my grammar. I can't think straight.

I don't normally have panic attacks, I get them a few times a year. This time tho, I've been waking up from them and I'm so scared right now. I don't even know why.

But this past week, nothing but feeling this deep dread. Something isn't quite right, something very wrong. Over and over and over again, in my mind.

My whole body is trembling, my hands are shaking, I'm sweating so much, my heart is racing. I'm breathing heavily and I can't calm myself down. This lasts for all day and I feel emotionally and physically tired too.

I feel like people hate me. They want nothing to do with me. I'm annoying to everyone and I hate myself for it. Why would they be friends with me, when I'm a horrible human being. I'm just a waste of space.

I don't talk to my family due to the abuse and it's for my safety. So I have no support system, I haven't spoken to them in 7 years. I have no one to talk too. No one to call at night. I have a bf and he's over seas and I feel like a waste for him. Why am I getting these panic attacks? Something is wrong with me.

Since the abuse, I feel like my mother is ready to attack me. She's already spread lies about me, stalked me, went into my friendship circle and used a fake name. I lost many friends because of it. I feel so alone. I just want her to leave me alone but the police won't do anything and I feel so let down. The police have been investigating my family since 2012 and the only update I had was in 2013. I know people say, no news means good news. NO!!! I want fucking something and this unknown, this no nothing from no one. I HATE IT!!! What my mother did to me, she should be in jail for the rest of her life.

She's walking Scott free and I hate it. I wish she was dead. My problems will ALL go away.

I hate how people treat me differently because I've been abused by my mother. IF it was male and by the sperm donor, people believe me more; and they do because I was abused by the sperm donor. But no, all because she's a fucking woman. All because of gender. I HATE IT.

I hear "bUt sHeS yOuR mOtHeR tHo. mOtHeRs aRe KinD". Not all mother's are kind. Why do you think there's jail for women?? What about Rose West, you know the serial killer who killed her own children. Not all mother's are kind.

I feel like I lost friends because I opened up about the abuse, with my mother. I know I'm a lost cause, I didn't wish for this life. I didn't ask to be born.

Then people blame me for my mother's actions, like it's my fault for her the way she acts. Wtf.

I hate it, I hate it so much.

I can't catch up with my brain and the thoughts. I hate myself.

I want move out of England 🇬🇧 and just live far away from it. I don't feel safe here.

[animentality]

Oh god. I FORGOT I WROTE. SO MANY CHAPTERS.

WHY DID I WRITE SO MANY CHAPTERS OF A NARUTO HIGH SCHOOL AU FANFIC?

I LITERALLY WROTE 134 CHAPTERS OF GOTH KID GAARA X JOCK GUY NARUTO.

I wrote THREE separate fanfics for the same story, with 134 chapters

 178, 636 words

and exactly 900 reviews.

a fucking

naruto 

high school au 

goth gaara x jock socialite naruto fanfic. 

i hate myself. 

i hate everything. 

im so edgy, please god, forgive me for my sins.

i don’t even wanna talk about the hetalia fanfics, i really don’t, please don’t ask. 

[writingforatwistedworld]

French anon here

Horrible. Utterly and absolutely horrible. Not even the "non" sound that French. The second Rook opened his mouth and said more than one word (and even there the result are passable, he has a very Japanese accent in the sense that you can feel he's separating each syllables like in well Japanese) I groaned and facepalm, another blond, (surprisingly not blue eyes) flamboyant and dramatic "french" speaking anime boy. That is the only one speaking in another language for the flair™ and butchering the grammar so much a French teacher would have a heart attack. Credit where credit is due for the fact he isn't a massive flirt and when he say some lone word it doesn't sound that bad (just a bit accented)

I understand your pain Veil. I so SO feel you for how French are in anime. (And I'm not even French from like "France", I'm just francophone so imagine all the people from Paris XD)

Oh uh... sounds bitter. I mean, there are those stereotypes animes ALWAYS and I repeat: ALWAYS show whenever it's a country located in Europe. As if we have that “European gene which makes us weird for the rest of the world”. Come on XD

Like, the flirty guy, the guy who has no restrains (hugging/kissing total strangers... wtf? We don't do that??!) or that one “perfect” foreigner (perfect grades, plays Vivaldi on violin on the first try perfect, perfect behavior, pulls a rose out of nowhere and gifts it the protagonist.) and guess what, they are also always blonde. (JAPAN, there are also people with brown, red and black hair here. Not just blond.)

One example I have (and that is the most extreme one) is Momiji Sohma from fruits basket (no hate. Just my personal thoughts.) Like, he is half German and my guy jumps at the protagonist to hug her. Uh... NO??! If someone were to do that to me and it's not in their culture I would shove them off and be seriously uncomfortable. From what I heard from people who come from different countries and moved here we are pretty cold in comparison to other cultures so... yeah. If there is a Mangaka out there that would actually nail European culture, forget that, ANY foreign culture instead of just using stereotypes then I would become a fan immediately. Even if it's romance (ik how ironic that don't really like romance in manga XD).

[blossom-hwa]

3racha cafe au ps? bc the one w the dancers was so funny

KASJDHG I’M GLAD YOU FOUND MY MEDIOCRE ATTEMPTS AT HUMOR FUNNY ANON <3 <3 ANYWAY I LIVE FOR 3RACHA BEING IDIOTS SO THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN, I HOPE YOU LAUGH AT IT!!!!

3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and  I’ll write a drabble for you!

I’M SO SORRY I HIT POST ON ACCIDENT WHEN I WASN’T DONE SO I HAD TO PRIVATE THIS SO I COULD FINISH IT HHHHHH

~

Title: Cafe Shenanigans

Pairing: no pairings, just 3racha being dumb

Triggers: a lot of cursing, suicidal jokes (purely jokes, if you are experiencing suicidal thoughts, please do not read this - it’s along the lines of like ‘pls kill me now’ but yeah)

~

quick clarification:

better than tony: chan

chingban: changbin

gremlin: jisung 

~

better than tony: changbin what have I told you about swearing in front of customers

chingban: not to do it

better than tony: then why did I hear you say shit when you knocked your head against the counter

gremlin: HOW DID CHANGBIN KNOCK HIS HEAD AGAINST THE OUCNTER EVEN HE’S NOT /THAT/ SHORT

chingban: I don’t exist for anything but pain

chingban: when will I stop being clowned for no reason

chingban: also I stooped down to get more syrup okay I wasn’t standing when I fucking hit my head

better than tony: you will stop being clowned when you learn the meaning of professionalism

gremlin: didn’t you lock yourself in the bathroom one time to send cat memes to minho

better than tony: THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT

chingban: pls let it go chan the guy just laughed okay

chingban: no harm done

chingban: well my dignity is in pieces

gremlin: can’t break something that never existed

chingban: watch me pour hot coffee down your throat while you scream in pain tiny sucker

gremlin: who’s calling me tiny

better than tony: kids please

chingban: ONE FUCKING CENTIMETER

better than tony: I'm the manager and they still won’t listen to me

better than tony: I'm giving up on life

gremlin: we’re right here you know

better than tony: did I say something wrong?

chingban: ooooo breaking out the punctuation

chingban: he’s serious today

better than tony: I'm always serious

gremlin: your cat memes say otherwise

better than tony: WILL YOU LET THAT GO

~

gremlin: if another bitch asks for a complicated-ass order, fucking soy latte with no foam or whatever the fuck

gremlin: I'm going to slit my throat in front of the cameras

gremlin: and my ghost will haunt this fucking cafe for the rest of time

chingban: aren’t there better things to do after you’re dead

chingban: like

better than tony: rejoice in the fact that you are no longer alive?

chingban: ^^

gremlin: no I just want to make sure I'm a pain in your asses even beyond the grave

chingban: a little bitch even in death, I see

gremlin: you got me !

better than tony: why do you have an extra space between your last word and the exclamation mark

gremlin: extra chaos

better than tony: as if your existence wasn’t chaotic enough already

chingban: just a suggestion

chingban: if you want to haunt us beyond the grave

chingban: team up with that little dude ji changmin across the mall at build a bear

gremlin: omg yes thank you for this lovely piece of advice

better than tony: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

better than tony: N O

better than tony: CHANGBIN WHY WOULD YOU GIVE HIM IDEAS

chingban: I need entertainment

chingban: and you getting scared shitless is entertainment

chingban: additionally if I'm the one providing the advice by the transitive property I'm not the one who gets pranked

gremlin: <3

better than tony: I should honestly fire both of you

better than tony: all you do is text at work

better than tony: swear in front of customers

better than tony: and leAVE HAIRPINS IN THE FUCKING SINK

gremlin: I APOLOGIZED FOR THAT

chingban: felix says minho threatens to fire him and hyunjin at least once every shift

better than tony: I should do the same

gremlin: nah you’re too soft for that

chingban: ^^

better than tony: I want to argue but I can’t and I hate it

gremlin: <3

chingban: <3

better than tony: maybe I'll be the one who slits his throat in front of the cameras

gremlin: no you won’t you’re too soft to haunt us beyond the grave

better than tony: you’re right I won’t haunt you

better than tony: I'll just enjoy being dead and not fucking alive and having to deal with you

chingban: ngl that sounds like a pretty sweet deal

gremlin: but haunting

chingban: no

gremlin: :(

better than tony: changbin look you’ve made him sad

chingban: I-

chingban: YOU STARTED IT

better than tony: <3

chingban: breaking news chan has the capacity for evil and I don’t like it

~

gremlin: in my defense I was left alone

better than tony: that doesn’t explAIN THE FUCKING FIRE IN THE R E F R I G E R A TO R

better than tony: HOW DO YOU EVEN SET FIRE TO A FUCKING REFRIGERATOR

chingban: I honestly wonder why chan hasn’t fired us yet

chingban: mostly jisung but also me

better than tony: A R E F R I G E R A T O R

gremlin: chan

gremlin: listen

gremlin: was this worse than ‘wow’

better than tony: .... 

chingban: nothing could be worse than wow

chingban: his gc name is proof

better than tony: FUCK

gremlin: okay cool thank you for agreeing 

gremlin: now

gremlin is typing...

chingban: the fuck are you typing 

chingban: a whole ass essay??

gremlin: if setting a fire in a refrigerator is still a less horrible mess than wow was, that means that chan can no longer yell at me for setting a fire in a refrigerator because he was one of the main contributors to the mess that wow was, meaning because he contributed to a bigger mess than the refrigerator fire, he is unable to yell at me because to do so would be hypocrisy because he committed a worse crime than I did

chingban: did that... did that really just fucking make sense

chingban: quick chan use your lawyering skills to find some loophole in this there’s no way jisung can be making sense

gremlin: okay fuck you

better than tony: your argument is invalid because you also contributed to wow

chingban: ROASTED

gremlin: fuck I really thought I had chan beat there for a moment

chingban: fat chance 

better than tony: OKAY AS PUNISHMENT

better than tony: NO MORE TEXTING GET BACK TO WORK

gremlin: yes papi

better than tony: oh my god I hate it here

~

gremlin: question

gremlin: if cookie monster entered the cafe and pointed a gun at me and told me to give him all of the cookies in the display case and the oven

gremlin: what should I do

better than tony: I 

better than tony: I don’t even know how to respond to this

chingban: give him the cookies wtf

chingban: where’s your sense of self-preservation

gremlin: flew away the first time I jumped out of a two-story window to avoid becoming ‘it’ in a game of tag in third grade

better than tony: that

better than tony: that explains so much

chingban: I feel like I should be surprised but I'm really not

chingban: that’s the most jisung thing I've ever heard of

gremlin: <3

gremlin: but back to my question

gremlin: what should I do

chingban: I literally said to give him the fucking cookies

better than tony: I agree with changbin

gremlin: but what if he gets greedy and asks for the cheesecake too

gremlin: and it’s my day to take home the leftover cake

better than tony: would you die for cheesecake???????????

gremlin: without a moment’s hesitation

chingban: the amount of brain cells I lost throughout this conversation

chingban: unfathomable

better than tony: I'm quitting my job

gremlin: no pls don’t who else will changbin and I bother during breaks

chingban: you say that kind of bullshit about cookie monster and cheesecake and then you go and say ‘changbin and I’ instead of ‘me and changbin’ like normal people?????????

gremlin: look you may have had a crusty ass English teacher but my English teacher was LIT and I'll have you know I would take a bullet for her

gremlin: the least I can do use proper grammar when it comes to common mistakes

gremlin: mistakes that plebs like you make

better than tony: this conversation has gone off the rails

chingban: a train wreck

gremlin: more like 15 train wrecks mashed into one

better than tony: just. pls get back to work

gremlin: not unless you promise not to fire yourself

better than tony: it’s?? not?? possible?? for?? me?? to?? fire?? myself??

chingban: he means quit

better than tony: oh

chingban: I speak fluent jisung

better than tony: pls shut up 

better than tony: fine I promise

better than tony: please get back to work

better than tony: preferably without burning any refrigerators

gremlin: no promises

better than tony: I'll take what I can get

[sapphicomenn]

WELCOME TO MY THOUGHTS WHILE REWATCHING THE MCU IN TIMELINE ORDER: THOR

it was a dark and stormy night when padme, an old man, and a beautiful nerd named darcy a find bright light in the sky with thunder and s giant tornado in it. AND CHRIS HEMSWORTH HOLY SHIT

STORYTELLING WITH ODIN ABOUT A FIGHT WITH ICE CREAM TROLLS. frosty the snow man is angry about it

GLOWY CUBE

agard. sounds like ass guard. baby thor and loki are adorable. story telling ended up being fairytail for children. WINGED HELMET

LOKI LOKI LOKI LOKI LOKI LOKI

ah yes. the hammer named MILJinoNOR made in the heart of a star. ohshit walls got frosty. AMBUSH

“i swear, i swear, i sWEAR!” SHUSH IT AND GET TO FIGHTING. YALL GOT FROSTY BOYS INVADING ASS GUARD- oh fuck eye beam giant is OP.

thor is bloodthirsty, thats how you get the plot of the movie when you get turned mortal :/

loki is lovely i love him. he will never ever ever do anything wrong- oh hes starting drama between thor and frosty boys

WHOMST THE FUCK ARE THESE PEOPLE??

“and who proved wrong that a young maiden could be one of the fiercesr warriors.” “i did” “true, but i supported you, sif.” JSHSKHSKSJSKSJSJ

HORSES ON THE GLITTER GLASS BRIDGE. this is all beautiful wtf i love asgard. HEIMDALL- thor stfu dont shut loki down ya fucker. yall are bullying loki and then get shocked he turns evil?

MAGIC SWORD IS THE KEY TO ALL THE REALMS. HAHA ROUND THINGY GO SPINNY SPINNY. heimdall tells em the bridge to frosty realm might fuck em over and leave em to die.

“we shouldnt be here.” MAYBE BRING THAT UP AT THE PLANNING BIT, NOT THE ‘WE’RE HERE LETS GO EXPLORE’ BIT. DEEP VOICE IS SMEXY AS FUCK

“You’re nothing but a boy. who came to prove hinself a man.”

“know your place. brother.” STOP BEING MEAN TO LOKI, THOR :(

HAMMER GO B O N K ON FROSTY BOYS SKSNSKSKSK

LOKIS MAGIC IS AMAZING YOU’RE DOING GREAT BBY- laughing during a sword fight because fuck every other emotion righ- OHSHIT NVM HE GOT IMPALED ON A SPIKE OF ICE

GIANT SNOW BEAST GO BRRRR. THUNDER ON THESE FROST COVERED ASSES- whY is he still laughing he got a spike through his chest what the hell dude you good?

HOLYSHIT THOR JUST CHUCKED MILNNOR THROUGH THE BEASTS FUCKING HEAD LIKE A KNIFE THROUGH BUTTER

ODIN TO SAVE THE DAY AND GET HIS CHILDS ASS OUT OF TROUBLE. thor started a fucking war because of this fightboner jesus christ this child. SHOUTING MATCHES

daddys angry with his child- thor is unworthy this, unworthy that. AND BANISHED TO EARTH LIKE A FUCKING LOSER SKSHSKSJSJ

and back to padme’s modern time wE GO

HA HE GOT MERKED BY A TAZER

DARCY YOU ADORABLE CHILD

“How dArE YOu aTtAcK tHE SoN oF oDIN😡😡😡” hes like an angry puppy

body in a photo?? pog info??? WHY HAS HE BEEN HIT BY A CAR TWICE ALREADY

STAN LEE

COULSON

THOR IS FUCKING RIPPED. meanwhile is ass guard. loki snitched for a good reason. but nOoOoO thors, friends, blame loki.WHY ARE THEY BLAMING LOKI FOR BRING IN THE FROSTY BOYS- oh shit he can controll the snow cube. backstory for loki? mayhaps?- HOLYSHIT HES A SMURF

“the casket wasnt the only thing you took from jotunheim that day, was it?” HES ONTO YOU ODIN. odin literally kidnapped- oh no nvm loki as a baby was left for dead. I WANNA HUG LOKI SO BAD HES IN EMOTINAL DISSTRESS :(

“because i-i-i’m the monster, parents tell their children about at night?” LOKI BABY EVERYTHINGS GONNA BE OKAY

holyshit loki’s breakdown killed odin wtf. my man collasped onto the staircase

“this drink. i like it.” “i know its gre-“ “ANOTHER! *SHATTERING GLASS*”

“myeu muh? whats a myeu muh?” DARCY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SKSHSKHSKS

man coulson thats a dick move to snatch up all of padmes shit- AND DARCYS IPOD???

loki do be looking snazzy on the throne👀 good for him. look at these fucker friends of thor tryna make him inbanish thor :/

BOOKS- on norse myth.? yeah norse myth

padme is sus of thor, and almost got em into a car crash. “god i hope you’re not crazy.” oh wait till you aee what happens

ODINS TAKING A NAP FOR THOUSNDS OF YEARS OR SUMSHIT

frigga is tryna convice loki they meant well. kinda hard too ngl. damn shield has beefed up security around this fucking hammer

oh shit electrical thunder is fucking with the shield tech once thor showed up. RAIN AND MAGIC HUMMING- thor is kicking shield’s ass- COULSON- who the fuck chooses a bow and arrow to shoot a target when they had sniper rifle- barton- HAWKEYE NVM BADASS ARROW GUY IS AMAZING

oh shit thor found miljjnor. mudfight but make it less smexy. epic momentt pogg.. its totally gonna fail him so fucking bad its gonna be funny

told you so.

now hes yelling at the sky like an insane person

AND got arrested :I

poor heimdall having to watch this all like a sad sitcom. OLDMAN STFU

“look its myeu-muh!” darcy needs to be protected at ALL COST. ohmygod they think thor is a solider from enemy lines aIshsksjskks

LOKIII- oh shit hes telling thor everything went wrong bc him and that a truce was- NVM LOKI IS TRYING THE HAMMER. YOU GOT IT LOKI

old man go save thors stupid ass. redeem yourself. bar talk is somehow wholesome. oh shit thors gotta dip outta town bc oldman said so. he didint listen to odin and ended up starting a war- OH CRAP LOKI DID LET THE FROSTY BOYS INTO ASGARD.

heimdall knows loki is causing trouble. good for loki. HA RHE OLDMAN GOT FUCKING WASTED BY THE BOOZE LIKE A COWARD.

padme is so awkward around thor. shes in looovvveee. awh thor snatched up her genius book from shield. YIGHDRISLE is such an amazing name for a tree filled with planets and worlds

DUDE DONT SHAME THE MAN FOR STRESS EATING

LOKI KNOWS HEIMDALL SNITCHED AND LET FUCKER FRIENDS THROUGH. HOLYSHIT THEY FOUND THOR SLJSOSJSKSKS

thor knows loki lied- heimdall knows loki let in the frosty boys, and is currently frozen soild by that blue cube thingy. AND NOW THE OP METAL LAZERBEAM BASTARD IS ON EARTH

OH GOD A SPEAR THROUGH THE THROAT MUST HURT LIKE A MF- SIF DONT DIE

LAZERBEAM STOP BLOWING UP BUILDINGS

dude things were getting blown up left and right but suddenly thor’s plot armor engaged and a car just flips over him and instead of going boom. standoff between lazerface and thor- whomst shall win? find out next week on: HOLYSHIT THE NORSE GODS EXIST

loki just watched thor try to give up his life and now lazerface is leav- FUCK NVM IT BITCH SLAPPED THOR SKSHSJSJSJSKKSKSJ. oH now it leaves

hammer go brrr soon? HAMMER GO BRRRRRR

PADME SAVE YOURSELF THOR JUST GOT POWERED THE FUCK UP

“oh my god” YOU JUST SAW A METAL MECH SHOOT A LAZER OUT ITS FACE AND FOUR PEOPLE IN VIKING ARMOR FIGHT. ARE YOU STILL SHOCKED???

LAZERFACE GO BOOM. THORS BACK BABYY

oh shit the frosty boys are on asgard- HEIMDALL NEEDS TO UNFREEZE AND WORK ITS MAGIC LIKE NOW

oh god the animation for some dead frosty boys got so noticable that was horrible.

TIME TO GO KICK LOKI’S ASS SKSKSJS- OHFUCK FRIGGA NOO. OHSHIT LOKI JUST MURDERED LAUGHY THE FROST KING.

lokis “ohshit thors back” face is amazing

loki hun what the fuck are you doing- stop tryna destory shit like a hero.

“I NEVER WANTED THE THRONE. I WANTED TO BE YOUR EQUAL!” my heart is torn :((

brothers fighting while a energy tree builds around him? sure why not. ohfuck loki got his ass handed to him- THOR WHY DID YOU LEAVE THE HAMMER ON HIM LIKE THAT SKSHSKSJSJSK

THOR WOKE ODIN UP BY VREAKING THE FUCKING RAINBOW BRIDGE

ODINS AWAKE AND SAVE EM AGAIN

IM CRYING LOKI JUST WANTED TO MAKE ODIN PROUD AND HE SHUT EM DOWN LIKE THAT. ODIN YOU FUCKING SUCK

awh this is making me sad i dont like this sad ending this sucks so much. loki deserved better then to die knowing odin hated him :(

heimdall is out of a job now that the bifrost is broken haha loser.

NEXT MOVIE: THE AVENGERS

ignore the misspells and the bad grammar its almost two AM by the time i finished watching and writing this up