#yes i named my cat after a beatle

[user2772636]

Douzième Fille

12th girl

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Transferring schools after moving places for the 6th time, a new opportunity is given; a school for both boys and girls. With a new experience to be dealt with, will you survive a blooming rivalry with one of your classmates, a socialising society, and freshman year? Welcome to Voltaire High.

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Joseph Descamps x Reader

Warnings: Teen boys being teen boys (ykwim), swearing, violence

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Chapter one: Mary Jane's

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I polish my newly bought Mary Jane's, the last on my to-do list before heading to my new school. After I put them on, I get up to go in front of the mirror and fix my hair. I sigh deeply.

A new school, I think to myself. Again.

I grab my satchel and coat, put both on, and make my way outside.

I recently moved here, coming from Paris. I felt disappointed when we moved, feeling a part of me still in that city, but I knew I shouldn't feel that way. I should've expected it. It's now the sixth time we've moved places.

I live in a flat now with my parents and my cat, George, named after the member of The Beatles. My parents are both always at work, leaving me, most of the time, home alone.

I trip on a crack on the sidewalk, making me fall forward and almost hit a girl. She looks my age, has braided blonde hair and fluffy bangs. She just came out of the butcher's with a man. The man is very handsome, tall, neat, wearing a nicely tailored suit. He has a serious expression on his face.

He only glances at me before turning and ushering the blonde girl to follow him. She looks at me for a while more before turning and following the man.

I compose myself, feeling flustered, and I quickly brush it off. I continue to walk. In front of me, I noticed the two people I saw only a few seconds ago. The man walks off, and the girl stands still in her place. I purse my lips, wondering if I should come up to her. I did.

"Is that your father? He seems strict, but I'm only basing off my experience." I say as I stand next to her. She looks at me, a bit surprised. I wouldn't blame her.

"No. He's my brother. He's strict, yes. And it's very annoying." She furrows her brows a bit and groans. I chuckle.

"I'm Y/N. Where are you headed?" I put my hand out for her to shake.

"I'm Michèle. I'm headed to school, actually." She shakes my hand and smiles.

"Oh? Which school? I might be going to the same one."

"Voltaire. I hope you are. Otherwise, I'd be walking in, not knowing anyone but my brother." She cringes at the thought. I chuckle again. She's funny.

"Good thing I'm going there, too. Let's get going, yes? We don't want to draw any more attention." I tilt my head to the direction of the school. She nods.

I lead the way, her following only a few steps behind. The gates are wide open, and my stomach drops. First day of school jitters. The worst feeling ever. And there's boys everywhere. My stomach drops further.

I slow down my pace to be walking next to Michèle. My anxiety radiates off of me, and with my suddenly hightened senses, I feel Michèle's anxiety, too.

We walk past the gates, and all eyes are on us. My spine feels shivers. It's suddenly quiet. I keep my head held high to not give off an awkward stance. Michèle does the opposite.

Every step we take feels slower than usual. I hear whispers around the campus.

'There they are', 'She's pretty', 'Go talk to her!', 'They do have tits', 'Nice ass', 'They're not supposed to be here'.

My ear twitches, but I don't show a reaction on my face. I notice three boys on the bench, but one catches my eye.

He has sandy hair, wire framed glasses, and is sitting with both arms on the back of the backrest. Before I looked away, I saw a faint smirk on his lips.

We head to the board for our assigned rooms. Me and Michèle sigh in relief as we see our names listed to the same teacher.

I feel movement behind me, but before I could turn, a girl pops up next to us. She had short bobbed hair with a blue clip, bright eyes, and a wide smile.

"There aren't even twenty of us." She states. I smile softly. I hear Michèle sigh in joy.

"We thought we were the only girls." She points to the both of us, and I nod along.

"I waited for both of you to come in." A small laugh comes out from all of us. "I'm Simone."

"Michèle." She responds. They wait for me to respond.

"Y/N." I say, and Simone's face lights up. We pause for a while until Simone cuts the silence off.

"It feels like everyone's staring." She says worriedly but still with a smile on her face.

"They are." Me and Michèle say. The girls continue to talk as I look behind me again and see the sandy haired boy talking, or what looks like teasing, another boy. I think to myself, a bully. I grimace. I look away before he notices me staring.

"Are you wearing heels?" All of us look down to stare in awe at Michèle's foot wear.

"I didn't take you as a bold girl, Michèle." I joke, scoffing in amusement.

"My mom didn't say anything. Hopefully, the teachers don't say anything, too." We all laugh, nodding.

"Oh, Y/N. Look at yours. They look new." I look down at my Mary Jane's, smiling to myself.

"Yeah, they are. My parents got them as a moving gift." Simone nods, but Michèle looks confused.

"Moving gift?" She asks.

"They're gifts I receive when we move places. It's sort of a token of appreciation for being understanding from my parents." They both nod.

"Have you talked to the other girls?" Simone asks, glancing at them. As we all glanced behind, I noticed the boy that was being teased walk to our direction.

"Three were in my electives class, but we're not friends." I transfer my eyes to the group of girls. We look back at each other. Michèle looks to Simone. "Did you go to a Catholic school?"

"No, I was from Algiers. I got here a month ago. I don't know anyone." Simone smiles innocently. Their gazes shift to me. "What about you, Y/N? Are you old or new?"

"I'm new. I moved from Paris." I smile a bit sadly.

"Wow, Paris? I've always wanted to see the tower. Is it bigger than they say?" They start to ask me questions, and I answer happily. I cut them off once the boy I noticed walks closer.

"There's a boy coming. Stand still." They quickly shut up and look back at the board. I hold in a laugh.

"Oh no." The boy says, disappointed.

"Something wrong?" Michèle asks, curious by the boys' exclamation.

"My homeroom teacher is Bluebeard." He responds, now looking at us.

Me, Michèle, and Simone look at each other, confused.

Just then, a new girl walks in. She's wearing a blue dress and headband, her blonde hair swaying in the wind. She sticks out like a diamond in the rough. Boys exclaim, making the same comments they did when me and Michèle walked in, but more vulgar. Distaste has masked my face.

"Do you know her?" God bless Michèle's innocent soul. The boy shakes his head.

The bell rings, and I hear a series of groans. I sigh. The day has officially started.

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I make the lecture fade out of my ears, staring at the stage with no thought in my head. I feel a stare on my left

I turn my head and am met with eyes staring dead straight into mine. The glasses cover the way he'slooking at me, so i can't read how he's feeling, but his eyes are dark and hooded.

I look away slowly, a bit creeped out.

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I stare out the window, watching the trees sway in the breeze and the birds chirp, flapping their wings.

I snap back to reality when Ms. Giraud changes the seating arrangement of the boy we talked to earlier.

The boy with the sandy hair whispers something to him and makes him trip. The class laughs. I stare quietly and think, what an asshole.

"And you, girl with the Mary Jane's. What's your name?" Ms. Giraud says, but it feels like she's screaming. I stand up.

"Y/N Pardine." I respond. I feel the class's eyes on me. A certain pair of glasses covered ones make me shiver.

"Ms. Pardine, what's outside the window that's caught your attention?" I stare at her, a bit annoyed.

"Nothing, Ms. Giraud. I'm sorry I got distracted." There's a voice in my head saying fuck you.

She nods. Thank god. "Sit down. See class? That's how you should respond to your teacher." The lecture fades again as I stare off into space at my desk.

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I learned a few names after class. First, the blue dress girls' name is Annick, then the boy who always gets teased is Pichon, and last and very much the least, Joseph Descamps, the boy with the sandy hair.

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As we walk to our next class, someone bumps into my shoulder harshly. I look in front of me and see Descamps running with his friends. A teacher shouts something like 'no running in the halls'. I glare at his back, and he turns around, and he's smiling. Maybe it was because he was laughing, or maybe he was smiling at me. I stick to the first one and glare harder.

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We sit with the same arrangement as the last class. I tap my Mary Jane's on the hardwood floor and admire the way it shines with the sunlight hitting it.

"Excuse me, sir." I hear someone say. I turn my head and see both Descamps and Annick raising their hand.

"Yes?" The teacher asked. Descamps glances at me, and I furrow my brows. He smirks and looks away.

"I think she raised her hand." He states. I breathe out through my nose, a silent laugh. He's smiling again. Is he always this happy?

The teacher gives Annick a side look. Confusion covers my face. Does he think the girls aren't supposed to be here, too?

He lets her talk, and she does. She explains the meaning of the words written on the board. I look at her, impressed. She's pretty and smart. Good for her.

I see Michèle look to her left. I look, too. The boys pass notes and whisper incoherently. I keep a close eye on them. They pass the note to one boy, Laubrac, who looks like he doesn't know what to do with it.

"Give me that." The teacher states. "Give it to me."

Laubrac gets up, moving to the front of the classroom. The teacher opens up the note, then looks back at Laubrac.

"You think this is funny?" The teacher holds up the note.

"It wasn't me." Laubrac says in defence, but with a calm tone.

"Who is responsible for this masterpiece?" The teacher waves the paper in the air.

I turn my head back to the boys in the back. Descamps is chewing on the tip of his pen, acting like he doesn't know anything. His blinks under his glasses, and I squint. His hazel eyes connect with mine, and I look away swiftly.

"Your name?" The teacher asks as he folds the note.

"It wasn't me." Laubrac states again.

"'It wasn't me'. All culprits have the same name. They must be related. Okay, Mr. It wasn't me-"

"Laubrac. My name is Laubrac."

The teacher pauses. "Alright, Laubrac. Are you the boy from foster care? A nobody's son trying to graduate? How amusing." Gasps are heard.

"Didn't anyone teach you discipline in the care system?" He didn't wait for Laubrac to respond. "I won't let a bastard like you disrupt my class. Get out."

"But he didn't do anything." Michèle gets up from her seat to exclaim. I stare at her in shock.

"Nobody taught you how to raise your hand in your all girls' school, Ms. Magnan? Or maybe you think you have a free pass because your uncle is the dean." This teacher is getting on my nerves. I glance at him with squinted eyes.

"Escort your new friend to your uncle's office. He'll give you detention, too." He points to the door. Michèle and Laubrac start walking. I stare at her worriedly. I lean over the desk to talk to Simone.

"Is she gonna be okay?" I ask her. She turns to look at me with creased eyebrows.

"I think so. Her uncle's the dean, after all." I nod and sit back down.

I glance behind me and catch framed hazel eyes staring. He looks away quickly. I stare back to the front.

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Me and Michèle are walking outside when we hear a man call out her name. Before we could turn, he grabs her arm and leads her to the side of the building. I stood in my place, waiting for her instead of going with when I noticed it was just her brother. I walk to lean against the building, gathering my surroundings. I hear pebbles being stepped on and think nothing of it, assuming it was Simone. It wasn't.

"Good morning." I turn my head, smiling, then drop it when I'm met with a chest. I tilt my head upward, and the sunlight hits my eyes. There's a smile on his face still.

"Why are you alone? Where's your friend?" Descamps interrogates. I stare blankly.

"It doesn't matter to you." I turn my head again. I feel him adjust, putting an arm against the wall of the building.

"I know it shouldn't. But seeing a pretty girl like you all alone worries me. I can't let the other boys get to you before I could." He lowers his voice, dropping his head to reach my height.

I look back up at him. I raise my eyebrows. "How many girls have you used that on?"

He laughs. He's laughing. Why is he laughing?

"You're witty. I like that." I roll my eyes at his words. I notice Michèle in the middle of the grounds with Simone, and I sigh in relief. I walk away from Descamps and sprint to them, trying to keep myself composed.

As I get to them, Simone is running towards the bathroom. I catch my breath and shout.

"Simone, that's not-" Simone squeals as she runs back to us. She's laughing. I smile widely, amused.

"It was the boys' bathroom. I just saw-" We start walking but stop as a boy calls out 'What was that!?'.

"Sorry!" Simone repeats, and we all laugh.

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We all sit and talk in the lunch hall. I look out the window, barely touching my food.

Loud clattering catches my attention. I turn my head and see Pichon's hands in Annick's food. I grimace. There are boys laughing in the background. Pichon says a quick sorry to Annick and walks away, clearly embarrassed. Someone asks Annick if she wants a new plate.

"That idiot should give her his." Michèle says, partially mad. I glance to the boy, and it's Descamps. Of course it is. A series of ooh's are heard in the room. Descamps glances at me, then puts his eyes on Michèle again.

"Does the dean's niece have a problem?" He puts his arm on the backrest of his seat, and the other arm leaning on the table. "What did you tell your uncle? 'Laubrac is innocent. Descamps is the bad one'. The dean's niece and the bastard. A new love story." The hall laughs. I glare at him.

"Why don't you tell us what you wrote on that note?" Michèle bites back.

"It was a drawing. I'll show you." Descamps says calmly. He grabs a bottle and starts drawing on his scrambled eggs. I furrow my brows, already knowing what was gonna happen.

"It's a portrait." He holds up his plate, and his eggs now display a woman's bare chest. I scrunch my nose in digust. The hall laughs yet again. Words come piling out my mouth before I know it.

"It's too bad you'll only ever see them in pictures, not in real life. Women would never fawn over that small dick of yours." I say, and the hall erupts with impressed sounds. He raises his eyebrows. Simone holds up a sausage.

"Does this remind you of anything?" She grabs the other end of the sausage and breaks it in half. I laugh. The hall ooh's again. They start banging on the tables, and it catches a teachers attention.

Descamps glances back at us and glares at Michèle. His eyes travel to mine, and a spark of mischief flashes in his framed eyes. My brows crease.

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The bell rings, and students walk into their classrooms. Me, Michèle, and Simone are walking to our class.

I stare out the windows, seeing the busy streets of the afternoon. The girls are talking about a man named 'Alain Delon' when Michèle opens the door and a tub of water drops on her. I gasp.

The boys are laughing. I look at Michèle in worry. I tried to look for something to cover her up, but our teacher came first. She looks at Michèle, then looks at the room full of boys. She gets rid of her coat and tells someone to keep an eye on the class.

I walk inside, standing in shock near my table at the back at what happened. When I came back to my senses, Descamps was drawing boobs on the board, saying some things I couldn't hear with my unfocused mind.

Before I could walk over to him and give him a beating, Michèle's brother, Jean Pierre, walks into the classroom and starts punching the boys.

The others try to stop him, but he keeps punching. I stare at the scene, unable to do anything.

Descamps's eyes move from the fight to me, and I see emotions flashing in them. Worry, stress, fear, and regret. His eyes continue to stay on me when he gets punched. I cover my mouth in shock. I run near.

I pick up his glasses, and there's a crack on one of the frames. My heart drops when I hear whimpering.

I turn around and see Descamps on the floor, hand cupping his eye. I hadn't noticed the dean until he was kneeling next to him.

"My eye! I can't see." Tears well up. I feel thundering emotions.

My ears ring, and I blur everything out. I can still hear him whimpering. My eyes travel around his shaking body, my heart is beating out of my chest, and I feel like falling.

"Pardine. Take him to the office and call an ambulance." The dean tells me, and I snap back into reality. I quickly go to Descamps and grab his shoulders, ushering him to stand. There's blood seeping out of his fingers. I try not to sob.

He probably thought I was the nurse because he leans into me and relaxes a bit. I sigh shakily. I rub his back with my palm and guide him to the office.

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The ambulance was called, and he was taken to the hospital. I sit on the stairs, watching the ambulance drive away. I sigh deeply and place my head on my hands. I breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm myself.

Why did I help? He's bullied my classmates, especially Pichon and Michèle. I furrow my eyebrows. Fuck.

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I knock on the door, and I'm granted to come in. I quickly grab my things, ignoring the teachers questions. Michèle and Simone lean over to me. Simone talks first.

"Are you okay?" She asks worriedly. I shake my head no.

"I don't feel well. I think I'm gonna take the rest of the day off." Simone nods, understanding. Michèle looks confused but brushes it off.

"Okay. Get home safe. We'll see you tomorrow?" Michèle asks. I nod.

"Sure. See you tomorrow." I leave the room and head to the dean's office, asking for an excuse slip.

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As I lie on my bed petting George, I recall the events. Meeting the girls, talking to Descamps, Descamps embarrassing Michèle, witnessing Descamps go blind, calling the hospital for him. I sigh again. That boy will be the death of me.

I glance at my Mary Jane's. There's a scratch on it. Only when I got home I realised that Descamps stepped on it when he pushed past me. Fuck him and his face.

I hate him, I say in my head. I hate him and will continue to hate him. Two eyes or not.

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End of- Chapter one: Mary Jane's

Next- Chapter two: My eye only

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End of Chapter one, i really hope you guys liked it. It's my first time writing in a long while. When I watched Mixte, i was obsessed with joseph and was disappointed with the lost opportunity of an enemies to lovers. So i made one with a reader insert because i also couldn't find a lot of reader insert for joseph in it. Joseph and reader will get together very soon. Please dm this acc for recommendations. Thank you for reading!!!

[musicalmoritz]

Hey uh ,,, do you have any songs that reminds you of tbhk? Like specific characters or relationships ?? (Also I plan on updating my mitsukou playlist I have for coping reasons so some recommendations on that would be nice) ( little cat ^. . ^ / )

OKAY so a little bit embarrassing but the way I listen to music 99% of the time is by imagining my hyperfixations with whatever I’m listening to so I am the perfect person to ask this question. Fair warning tho my music taste does dabble in basic territory. This is gonna be looooooong so fasten your seatbelts

• Using You by Mars Ago is such an AoiAoi song to me. There’s always one specific ship in a fandom that fits this song perfectly and for TBHK that is 100% AoiAoi

• Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana gives me HakuSumi and Sakuhiko vibes. I lean more towards HakuSumi tho bcuz…well…those of you who know the meaning of this song will get it LOL

• Soooooo many Beetlejuice musical songs remind me of TBHK. I started to make like a whole playlist that told the plot of TBHK through musical theatre songs but I gave up after the Mitsuba arc and it never made it to Spotify. Maybe someday…

• Say My Name from Beetlejuice is obviously very HanaNene coded. And The Whole “Being Dead” Thing is giving Hanako coded. Dead Mom is very Kouded

• I Know It’s Today from the Shrek musical always makes me think of Nene

• Drift Away from Steven Universe…very Yako. Her waiting for Misaki every day before learning he died…oof

• Dear Theodosia from Hamilton Remind’s me of the Minamoto Siblings. With Teru as Burr singing abt Kou and then Kou as Hamilton singing abt Tiara

• Beautiful Boy by John Lennon reminds me of Teru and Kou

• On a similar note, I Wanna Hold Your Hand by The Beatles is soooooooo NeneMei coded. Yes I’m talking abt that scene where Nene asked Mei to hold her hand to trick her in an escape attempt. I think about it often

• Townie by Mitski makes me think of Teru. “I am not gonna be what my daddy wants me to be” yeah…

• Ever since I heard HISS by Megan Thee Stallion it has made me think of Teru. I feel like he would be her biggest fan

• Mine by Taylor Swift works so well for any Aoi ship but specifically Aoinene or AoiAoi. “You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter” I mean c’mon her fears surrounding love all stem from her father abandoning her so yeah

• Okay you specifically asked for Mitsukou so I should probably talk abt them

• To me they are so Lana Del Rey core…Video Games…Ultraviolence…the Diet Mountain Dew demo…Summertime Sadness…Yes I know I’m making her most popular songs, hush

• Line Without A Hook by Ricky Montgomery. It’s extra gut-wrenching when it’s from Mitsuba’s pov imo but it works both ways

• Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen is so Sousuke core

• All of Taylor Swift’s Red album reminds me of them but specifically All Too Well (both versions), Red, Sad Beautiful Tragic, Stay Stay Stay, Begin Again, Better Man, Come Back…Be Here, The Very First Night, and…yeah basically all of Red (Taylor’s Version)

• Northern Downpour by Panic! At the Disco also makes me think of them, this is embarrassingly my favorite song of all time I can’t lie

• Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo is so Aoinene core, yes I have written a fic abt them with that title (a lot of these come from my fic titles ngl)

• Tainted Love by Soft Cell gives me strong Terukane vibes from Akane’s pov

• I Wanna Dance With Somebody and So Emotional by Whitney Houston both remind me of Aoinene as well, basically all of her album Whitney does ngl

• Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks makes me think of Natsuhiko

• Bernadette by IAMX reminds me of Sakuhiko

• She Liked A Boy by Nxdia is very Aoinene coded

• Stupid With Love from the Mean Girls musical makes me think of MeiAoi, specifically the version with No.4 Mei

• Music of the Night from Phantom of the Opera is canonically Hanako coded like c’mon we have a whole au for this

• In addition, Think Of Mei is very Nene coded, All I Ask Of You is Mitsukouded, Notes is v Terukane coded, and the title song is so HanaNene

• Valley Of The Dolls by Marina is lowkey Aoi core with the whole “pick a personality” line and the concept of losing your identity as a woman due to the boxes society puts us in

• Gemini Moon by Reneé Rapp reminds me of Kou or Akane (mainly bcuz of the “I could never pick a side” line…bi kings)

• Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra makes me think of HanaNene (any old music does tbh, I have a whole playlist for it)

• Me and My Husband by Mitski is, like, THE Hakusumi song

• There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out by The Smiths is so Mitsukou like “to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die” ?? C’mon

• Violently shaking trying not to name every Fall Out Boy song in existence

• The Pros and Cons of Breathing is SO Aoinene guys (“wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel”)

• Hum Hallelujah could theoretically be Kou

• HOT TO GO! by Chappell Roan is the vibe I have assigned to Minami and Himari

• Stacy’s Mom for Mitsuba’s mother. No elaboration needed.

• You’re On Your Own, Kid by Taylor Swift makes me think of Teru :(

• Lithium by Nirvana reminds me of Akane but also every Nirvana song ever reminds me of Akane, I have assigned Akane to Nirvana

• Whitney Houston’s iconic cover of I Will Always Love You for HanaNene…yes indeed

• Taste by Sabrina Carpenter with Terukaneaoi (Teru sings it to Akane so instead it’s “you’ll just have to taste me while SHE’S kissing you”)

• I have assigned Olivia Rodrigo’s Guts album to HanaNene and Sour to Mitsukou

• Bcuz c’mon, Deja Vu is such a Mitsukou/Soukou song

• Maneater by Daryl Hall & John Oates is Ghost Hotel au Kou and then Maneater by Nelly Furtado is main universe Mitsuba (get it? bcuz cannibalism but also they’re gay-)

• I like the concept of a “maneater” being a gay man and a “womanizer” being a lesbian. Therefore Womanizer by Britney Spears is Mei’s song

• Oops! I Did It Again by Britney Spears is Aoi with AoiAoi

• Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter is Aoimei with OG Mei, Bad Chem is HakuSumi, and Please Please Please is Sakuhiko

• Holding Out For A Hero by Bonnie Tyler is a Natsuteru song I have dubbed it that way

• Landslide by Stevie Nicks is so Aoinene it hurts… “well I’ve been afraid of changing ‘cuz I built my life around you”

• Every Breath You Take by The Police reminds me of Mitsukou from Kou’s pov…my boy can get a little obsessive

• Obsessed by Olivia Rodrigo is THE Sakunene song, especially since Nene thought Sakura was Hanako’s girlfriend when they first met

• Honorable Mention by Fall Out Boy is lowkey Mitsuba like hear me out…or maybe more-so Sousuke

• Their song Pretty In Punk reminds me of both Mitsukou and Hanamitsu

• Two Player Game from Be More Chill is HanaKou and then A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into is Mitsukou

• Part Of Your World from The Little Mermaid makes me think of Nene and then Poor Unfortunate Souls is Sakura (or Tsukasa). Kiss The Girl is HanaNene or Aoinene

• Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer is Terunene, I’m sorry Ik a lot of ppl hate it but I adore them

• On that note of overhated ships I love, Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield reminds me of TeruAoi

• Ooooh and Uptown Girl by Billy Joel is a MeiAoi song

• My Girlfriend Is A Witch by October Country is so Aoimei and Sakuhiko core

• I Fall In Love Too Easily by Chet Baker makes me think of Nene

• I could make a whole separate post abt TBHK and Taylor Swift songs so I’m trying not to yap abt her too much but When Emma Falls In Love also reminds me of Nene. And The Archer is Hanako. And Mirrorball is Akane. And The Lucky One is Aoi. And-

• The Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer is so Mitsukou but specifically the way I write them, you guys have to see the vision (Natsuteru as well)

• Miss You Much by Janet Jackson is lowkey AoiAoi core, ngl I just wanted an excuse to bring up Janet Jackson

• And Escapade by Janet Jackson is Aoinene so real so true

• I have seen ppl attribute Picture You by Chappell Roan to Meinene and I agree. I will add that Casual is Sakuhiko core from Natsuhiko’s pov

• Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide by David Bowie reminds me of Terukane, both as individual characters and as a ship

• I Know You by Faye Webster is like THE AoiAoi/Terukaneaoi song to me

• Paper Bag by Fiona Apple is Mitsuba to me, trust I will be writing a fic that uses a line from this song as the title (unless it’s already been done before…it’s a very popular song so like that’s possible…)

• Lonely Hearts Club by Marina makes me think of TeruAoi

• Animal Cannibal from Possibly in Michigan fits both Sumire and Mitsuba imo

• No Surprises by Radiohead makes me think of both Teru and Kou

• Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths also makes me think of Kou

• Our Last Summer by ABBA reminds me of the Severance arc in a very bittersweet way, specifically the ending

• Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac fits like so many ships. Hakusumi, Mitsukou, HanaNene…

• Killing Me Softly With His Song by Fugees and Ms. Lauryn Hill makes me think of Sumire/Hakusumi

• I Put A Spell On You by Nina Simone is very Sakura core to me

• Heart Of Glass by Blondie with Mitsuba hear me out hear me out

• Smooth Criminal by Micheal Jackson with Aoi and the amount of times she’s almost died lol

• The Boys Of Summer by Don Henley with Hanako and Kou, or Kou/Yokoo/Satou

• Moon River with HanaNene. Now cry.

• Romeo And Juliet by the Indigo Girls with Aoimei

• Psycho Killer by the Talking Heads with Tsukasa

• And circling back to the musical songs. A Lovely Night from La La Land with MeiAoi

• Fight For Me from Heathers with Mitsukou. Candy Store with Terukaneaoi. Seventeen with HanaNene. Meant To Be Yours with any ship tbh these guys are all insane. Lifeboat with Aoi. Much to think about

• Stars from Les Misérables with Teru. Let me repeat. STARS FROM LES MISÉRABLES WITH TERU. He is so Javert coded Javert my babygirl from my favorite piece of media of all time that literally shaped who I am as a person

• Right Where You Left Me by Taylor Swift with Sumire

• Also all of the Sweeney Todd musical gives me TBHK vibes with all the cannibalism, I could make a whole au

• Camisado by Panic! At the Disco with Teru

• No Good Deed from Wicked with Hakubo snapping after Sumire’s death…Hakubo my beloved

• Popular from Wicked with Aoinene, What Is This Feeling? with Terukane

• The Confrontation from Jekyll & Hyde with the Yugi twins

• Don’t Rain On My Parade from Funny Girl with Nene

• Suddenly Seymour from Little Shop Of Horrors with Aoinene, AoiAoi, Mitsukou, or HanaNene

• I like to imagine Unlikely Lovers from Falsettos with Aoinene and Terukane

• Two Wuv by Tally Hall with Teruaoinene

• American Beauty/American Psycho by Fall Out Boy with AoiAoi

Okay I’m cutting myself off because the music + hyperfixation brainrot will never end. I hope this was somewhat enjoyable to ya’ll lol ty for giving me the chance to yap abt this

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

A collection of some of my OCs as pokemon trainers :3

CHEAT SHEET/ EXPLANATION FOR EACH CHARACTERS' TEAMS UNDER THE CUT

Let's start with yuriko, her team consists of a gallade, a combee, a bisharp, a rookidee, a gothitelle and her beloved furfrou. Since chess is a BIG theme to yuriko's character, i wanted each pokemon to sorta reflect each piece in a game of chess (minus the king bc i ran out of room). Combee is the pawn because in chess: pawns are the weakest piece and are kinda there to protect the queen in a way, similarly to how worker bees in a beehive tend to do stuff for the queen (not to mention that pawns actually CAN become queens in a game of chess, similarly to how normal bee larvae can grow up to become a queen if fed enough). Bisharp and rookidee are the bishop and the rook for obvious reasons, gallade is the knight and gothitelle is the queen (though tbh i also partially chose those two bc in yuriko's usual form, she is a danganronpa fan character, specifically a celesgami fankid and i kinda associate those two characters with those pokemon...albeit with celeste it's more or less the gothitelle line IN GENERAL) lastly i chose a furfrou bc that's the closest i can get to yuriko's goofy ass dog, gambit.....there are no borzoi pokemon i'm afraid

Also ngl whenever i hear gothitelle's name, my mind immediantly goes to cottonelle and i can't help but think of emo toilet paper...

Next with makeighlyn: her team consists of a sylveon, a galarian ponyta, an indeedee, a porygon, a spiritomb and an absol. I imagine that since makeighlyn's whole lore is that she's a flash game mascot turned demon slayer, she was probably given a sylveon, ponyta and indeedee by her creators (the sylveon representing her pet cat, angie) but ended up finding and catching a porygon after she gained sentience; when she became a demon slayer, the souls of all the demons she killed formed into a spiritomb and she caught that too and lastly she caught an absol to sorta let the demons know she's coming since y'know.....absol is said to be a bad omen....also yes, makeighlyn IS wearing may's contest outfit, it was easier than just thinking up an original pokemon universe design for her

For myrtle: her team consists of a zorua, a cubone, a banette, jirachi, a duskull and a zubat. Tbh i didn't really put that much thought into her team, i just picked the edgiest pokemon i could find....though with cubone and banette i just picked them bc they're infamous for having really dark pokedex entries and are a common sight in the more horror-oriented side of the fandom, and also i picked zubat bc it's the first pokemon i think of when i think of team rocket (aside from meowth, obviously) typically i prefer not to include legendary/mythical pokemon whenever i give a character a pokemon team for the sake of believablity though i just couldn't resist giving myrtle jirachi considering how much it fits with her backstory (normally, myrtle's story is that she randomly discovered she had reality-bending powers one day and abused her power so much it caused a dimensional merge; though since this is pokemon and humans don't have powers, i feel it makes more sense if she caught jirachi and abused it's wish granting powers)

Lastly for renée: her team consists of an altaria, a castform, a smeargle, a snom, a munchlax and a bruxish. Tbh i only really gave her an altaria and a castform as a sort of callback to the fact that renée is a bird (though i had to make her human for the sake of this challenge), specifically a pigeon-cloud nymph hybrid; so i gave her a cloud bird and a weather creature! Since renée is more or less a 2014 tumblr-esque hipster (a bit millenialcore i daresay), i gave her a bruxish bc i've literally never seen a single person who likes bruxish (i personally don't really care for it either way but like....LOOK AT THIS THING!!! IT LOOKS LIKE IT SHOULD BE HANGING OUT WITH THE BEATLES IN PEPPERLAND OR SOME SHIT)

Anyway, i also gave renée a munchlax bc tbh that pokemon SCREAMS millenials in 2014 tbh (like....fr you'd be hard-pressed NOT to find a millenial on the internet from that era making jokes about how much pizza and avocado toast they eat) i also gave her a smeargle to reference renée's love for painting and a snom bc....tbh i think snom is kinda overrated and i feel like renée would be the type of person to make that damn thing her entire personality so yea (also renée likes bugs so i had in incorporate that SOMEHOW)

[beatleshalloween]

Okay, some of you maybe a small handful might be reading my series including, "Connecting The Stars" , " The Third Wife," and "Love and Limbo," would know of the characters I created based off the 1990s rap group Salt n Pepa.

If you haven't been introduced to them I would recommend reading "Connecting the Stars" and if you want to know more about the characters without reading my long ass book, you could read chapters 8 and 9 of "Love in Limbo. "

These characters are 1990s underground rappers that are in many ways the opposite of the Beatles. They're not heavy into drugs, they value principals over capital, and despite their obnoxious demeanor, are rather good kids.

They're young teenagers, living in poverty in the 1990s New York, And despite their many contradictions from The Beatles they are a reflection of them as well.

They represent the generation that comes after them.

They reflect how rock and roll evolved into rap, And that these girls along with their generation were the modern-day teddy boy or greaser in America.

The characters names and their stage names, real name, and brief description of what they look like.

Spice (Ebony) is a lead rapper in the group. She is the tallest member of the group. Her race is and is around 5'10. She is the 16th child and her twin brother Elijah (deceased age 12) was the 17th, of 19 siblings. Her parents are loving, but they both work overtime to support their large family.

Sugar (Unity) is the second lead rapper. She is a petite white girl, and the only white member of the group. Her height is 5'3" tall, and is the shortest member of the group. She lives with her mother who is a drug dealer and rejects her youngest child and only daughter, and things are much darker.

Spindelle (Dominique) is often referred to as the & on the group's albums. At 5'7", she is the middle height member of the group. Her mother immigrated from Haiti to the United States, while pregnant with her only child. She spent her first 7 years of life in the Bronx, before moving to the town of Bellport, where the group is from. Her father isn't in the picture, where mom is a disassociated She was mother due to a heroin addiction.

Now why the hell am I telling you all this?

Well I'm considering using these characters as obnoxious commentators to the pictures of The Beatles by creating their own Tumblr channel.

Here is a modest sample here.

The Beatles

Spice: Wow! They finally became a Frapple and adopted a bunch of kids!

Sugar: I picture them with little dogs.

Spindelle: Shit! I envisioned them with a bunch of cats!

[mobilis-in-mobili]

Me.zip

Name: Slightly volatile, but I go by Alan. Ari’s fine, too (but only if we're mutuals or if you're a cat) (Initials are A. E. and they're all I want on my gravestone)

Age: 19

Pronouns: He/They

Collegiate by designation but will accept requests for world domination if called for (I have no superpowers apart from overthinking bring your own)

The Bi-est Bi to ever Bi (I’m a Demi, strictly speaking)

Boyfriends with @torifuckingspring (who also happens to be the softest and kindest fucking person I've ever known and loved and is an absolute peanut btw :] Ps. I'm absolutely sure he's the light that never goes out that Morissey's singing about)

Also yes he's a dork but he's my dork so stfu i'mma snatch his grilled cheese someday and grin cheekily at him from across the table as I wolf it down

First Schwifty Text: \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\7 (subsequent ones: ( bvg]' ) ( gh]\ )

Books I’m getting buried with: The Book Thief, The Perks Of Being A Wallflower, Everything Alice Oseman, Red White and Royal Blue, The Aristotle and Dante Series, They Both Die At The End, and Will Shakespeare’s complete works. Jules Verne is God, so that too

I will honestly kill for Todd Anderson and Neil Perry (and the fact that that extends to Nick and Charlie and Alex and Henry is easily extrapolatable)

My kinda music: The Paper Kites, Coldplay, The Beatles, Nirvana, Radiohead, Cigarettes After Sex, Of Monsters and Men, The Smiths, Flatsound, Hozier, The Mountain Goats, Simon & Garfunkel, Sufjan Stevens, Fleetwood Mac, and Queen

Sideblog: @a-midsummer-nights-dab

Comfort Food: Mac and Cheese

Ps. I wear glasses and the thin metal rimmed sort with circular frames that aren't quite circular but you get me

WatsonCrick on Ao3

dni: Racists, Sexists, Queerphobes, TERFs, MAPs, Nazis, etc

And that’s that :)

[pintsizeninja]

I was tagged by @wondrouswendy!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

No, although everyone used to ask me if I was named after the Beatles song. Sadly not.

I was almost named Phoebe and that would have been a disaster. No offense to the Phoebes out there.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Maybe a few weeks ago? I'm probably going to cry soon, though, considering the next Odin/Zane chapter I have to write.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Loaded question. No, tried to make it happen, lots of trauma ensued (seriously, fuck IVF), now very happily living the childfree DINK life. It all worked out in the end.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

I played varsity softball in high school and haven't touched sports since. I do go for a 4.5 mile walk every morning, though.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

All the time.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

Hmm. I've never really thought about this. Probably clothes?

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

Blue

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

Scary movies all the way. Horror is my favorite genre in pretty much all mediums. I am a sucker for happy endings (at least, as happy as they can get, given the genre) within horror movies, though!

ANY TALENTS?

Not sure what it says about me, but this was by far the most difficult question to answer. Do I put something sarcastic? Sincere?

I guess you could say I have a talent for overthinking things. ;)

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Washington DC

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Video games, first and foremost. Music is also a very important part of my life; I've been playing guitar on and off since I was 10, and that was a very long time ago. Live music sustains me. I also try to write something every day.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

I have four! Two seven year old gray tabby cats named Sam and Dean (yes, they're brothers), a 5 year old Keeshond named Kenzi and a 1 year old Shetland Sheepdog named Jester.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5'2"-ish

FAVOURITE SUBJECT?

Psychology. People are fascinating.

DREAM JOB?

Working with lemurs. Seriously. They're so cute! Do yourself a favor - if you're ever in the Raleigh, NC area, go visit the Duke Lemur Center. It's amazing.

Tagging @annachibi and @todayiwrotenothing if you'd like to participate!

[dollarbin]

Nickel Bin #4:

Cat Stevens' Foreigner Suite

Though I'm surely as guilty of practicing it as the next music blogger, I don't know how to spell pretentious without looking it up.

But The Beatles surely entered every new Spelling Bee hoping pretentious would be the first word they were responsible for. They knew the concept all too well. After all, Yoko and John decided his schlong, and nothing else, was a worthy subject for a 40 minute film.

(No, I'm not gonna show you a clip of the movie here; get your mind out of the gutter; and anyway, the film was only ever shown once and is not available anywhere; so no slow-motion image of Lennon's Johnson for you; Yoko said "the critics wouldn't touch it"; neither will this blog...)

Paul meanwhile routinely praised his own music by posing as a nonexistent journalist named Clint Harrigan. And George was inspired to write Try Some, Buy Some to document "his sudden perception of God amid the temptations of the material world" while living in this house:

And Ringo... well you know The Dollar Bin is shy about criticizing Ringo, even if his website just announced a "LANDMARK PHOTOGRAPHY RETROSPECTIVE HARDCOVER “BEATS & THREADS” CHRONICLING OVER 70 YEARS OF HIS LEGENDARY DRUM KITS AND ERA DEFINING FASHIONS."

There is perhaps just one form of late 60s to mid 70s era rock pretension of which the lads from Liverpool never partook: the side-long song. Arthur Lee's Love introduced the idea of one long song filling an entire side of vinyl on their second record, and everyone, including Lee, instantly recognized that doing so was pretentious nonsense.

(By the way, Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands does not count. Why? A) it's only 11 minutes long and takes up a side on its own only because it is at the end of a double album, b) it's too awesome to criticize in any way, and c) cuz I said so.)

Relax: I love Pink Floyd's Echoes (not to mention The Pentangle's Jack Orion) as much as any reasonable white guy, but you've got to admit there is little one can imagine more pretentious than declaring that your music requires listeners to concentrate for 18-23 minutes without pause because you're a big deal artist sent by the gods who cannot be bothered to meet the needs of radio formatting or real people with real responsibilities.

And that brings us to our first ever discussion of one of the Dollar Bin's greatest oddballs, Cat Stevens. It wasn't pretentious enough for Cat to fill the entire A Side of his career cauterizing 73 album Foreigner with one song; he also insisted on calling it a "suite".

The musical term "suite" has its origins in the 1500's and was central to Baroque era music; the idea of a suite was to assemble serious music together for the purpose of serious dancing. Bach wrote a bunch of them; time signatures were to be rigidly followed; everything was either homophonic (not homophobic, ye hasty reader, homophonic: all acceptable music is queer friendly) or polyphonic or, who am I kidding? I have no idea what a song suite actually is; all I can say that it's a serious piece of serious music; in other words it has nothing to do with Jethro Tull.

What I'm trying to say here is that taking three to seven pop songs, smashing them together (with either total or no elegance) and calling it a "suite" is comparable to me wrapping up last Wednesday's spaghetti in a tortilla, adding canned salsa, and declaring my pathetic lunch a Super Deluxe Burrito. Stephen Stills was of course the master of such pretension; see Suite: Judy Blue Eyes. I'll bet he's tucking into a spaghetti burrito as we speak.

Cat Stevens' Foreigner Suite is, admittedly, another totally pretentious addition to this club. And yet, it features everything we love about the Cat Man: sweet harmonies, dense sonic changes, passionate lyrics and his patented I'm-a-grandpa-who-zipped-up-too-fast-and-got-his-hairy-hacky-sack-caught-in-it vocal stylings. Plus he recorded the song while on tax exile in Jamaica and was appropriately enamored with reggae, so the whole thing is a fitting follow up to Paul Simon's Mother and Child Reunion.

My wife bought this record early in our relationship at a Salvation Army without my pretentious approval. I knew Cat Stevens. My long ago friend Thom Moore of Moore Brothers fame had shown us Harold & Maude and I'd been listening to Tea for The Tillerman since middle school.

(My buddy Eric and I once spent all of a sleepover listening to the title track on repeat; when we finally went to bed we turned it down as low as it could go while still remaining audible; therefore we woke up every other minute and a half when everyone belted out HAPPY DAY!; we had no access to, or interest in, drugs, so that was our idea of trippin').

But I'd decided early on that everything after Mona Bone Jakon (now that's a record that deserves a big deal Dollar Bin treatment; it's the overlooked third member of holy, end-of-the-60's, white people music trinity alongside Five Leaves Left and Astral Weeks) was a compromise, and that everything after Teaser and the Firecat was a worthy soundtrack for that film about Lennon's one-eyed monster.

So I turned my pretentious nose up at my lady friend's thrift store find, resumed listening to Daydream Nation, and thereby missed out on Foreigner Suite for the rest of the 90's.

But then we had a kid in 02 it was time to a) rewrite my pretentious first/last novel, b) drink more/cheaper beer, and c) listen to the records in my collection I had previously ignored, all in an effort to prove to myself that I was not simply a middle aged, balding dadman forever more. And that brought me to Foreigner Suite.

Let's listen.

Where to start? I count the soulful main theme (There are no words...) which opens the piece briefly and then comes back for an extended run at the end, then there's another two or three unique melody sections as well as the funk in the middle, and then the whole thing soars away with sweet piano doodling and a chorus that I can't begin to get my head around: heaven, Cat sings, must have programmed you. Is he singing to a 60's era, Warehouse-sized IBM machine? Or to Neil's new robot? Is he inventing the internet years before Al Gore did?

I love this song. I'd play it loud on weekends in our first real home whenever my wife was at work. My infant daughter spent the 8 minutes unpacking all her toys one by one, tasting each of them. And I'd sit on the floor beside her, tasting them too. Then she'd don every costume jewelry necklace in the house and crawl about, dragging bling wherever she went. And I'd sing along with Cat and crawl along after her, marvelling. After all, Heaven had programmed her.

And when she graduates from college this May I'll likely have Cat Stevens in my head:

When you're talking to me And the whirling wind turns to song Why it sets my soul free

Here's to Cat. He wound up donating all the money he saved on his taxes while in Jamaica to UNESCO.

More importantly, here's to Martin Luther King. Today's his day. His words and voice are currently knocking the wind out of my ninth grade students in all the right ways.

And, most importantly, here's to all the unpretentious people who spent today in service to others.

Cheers.

[dressed-for-revenge]

The issue with Ashley Leechin and why Swifties are handling it poorly.

I want to make it clear that I believe what Ashley is doing is wrong on so many levels.

Yes, celebrity impersonators exist. To my knowledge, they don’t change everything about themselves to resemble the celebrity. When I say “everything” I mean personality, mannerisms, likes/dislikes, etc. Celebrity impersonation is totally okay as a job/side gig! This isn’t what Ashley is doing.

She can argue all she wants that this is a “small part of her life, but her videos give everyone the impression that she has made her entire life revolve around Taylor.

She dresses like Taylor. She talks like Taylor. She walks like Taylor. She has the same mannerisms as Taylor. She got a cat that looks alarmingly like Taylor’s and named it after a Grey’s Anatomy character like Taylor.

There is video evidence of a completely different version of Ashley from just three years ago. There is video evidence of Ashley saying she’s not a fan of Taylor from around the same time. Only three years ago!

Now she’s saying she’s always been a huge fan. She’s always acted like this. She claims people have told her since she was 13 (coincidentally Taylor’s favorite number) when Taylor’s debut album hadn’t even been released yet!

It’s the gaslighting that truly disturbs me.

The mall situation was tone deaf and quite frankly cruel. Personally, I would’ve known it wasn’t Taylor because I’m such a huge fan and those men did not look like true security guards. I may have done a double take but I wouldn’t expect to see Taylor in a mall. But there were people who obviously thought it was Taylor. Can you imagine being a little girl and thinking you just saw Taylor Swift? Then you realize it’s a woman who is purposely trying to trick people into thinking she’s Taylor Swift for a “social experiment.” I would’ve been so upset.

Shame on the YouTuber who thought of the prank, and shame on Ashley for participating.

It is especially upsetting given the recent problems Taylor has faced with hundreds of “fans” showing up at inappropriate times.

Ashley argued that many celebrities have hired impersonators to throw off paparazzi and fans. This is true, however Taylor did not hire her. Taylor has never hired anyone to do this.

Now, Swifties… sending death threats and truly nasty messages to someone is never the answer. Who are casual fans and outsiders more likely to believe — the girl getting the death threats or the ones giving the death threats?

Either stop giving her attention or calmly explain why what she’s doing seems scary to those looking in. That’s what her behavior is to a lot of people, scary. Say “dressing up like Taylor Swift to trick people is really mean and messed up” or “why are you claiming to have always been a fan when you said in the past you didn’t like her at all or know what Speak Now was?” or “your behavior is very scary and upsetting” instead of “you’re ugly you don’t look like her” or “kys,” etc. By being SO aggressive, you’re making it worse.

If we are calm and collected with facts, other people may start to see the problem and stop giving her the attention she clearly wants. Hell, maybe she’ll see why people are so upset.

She has 1.6 million followers on TikTok which is disturbing in itself.

Fans stalk celebrities. Fans kill celebrities.

As a massive fan of The Beatles, I can’t help but think of John Lennon when I see people like Ashley who are obsessed to the extreme. Or when fans share Taylor’s location on the internet.

Fans used to gather outside John’s building and he often stopped to talk to them and sign autographs. He stopped and signed an autograph for a fan as he was leaving his building the night he was murdered. When John returned home, that same fan shot him before he could even get into the building. John Lennon was 40 years old. He could be a giant asshole, but he didn’t deserve to die. The world was robbed of a bright light and a creative force that would have continued putting art out into the world for his millions of fans had he not been taken by a deranged fan who knew where he was. I firmly believe that The Beatles would have had a reunion at some point, but we’ll never know. John never got to make things right with his son, Julian. He never got to see his other son, Sean, grow up. So yeah, I think about John Lennon.

There are other celebrities that were killed by fans too. Most notably Selena and Christina Grimmie.

My point is, this is why people are concerned. This is why we should be concerned. We need to take a different approach and we need to stop giving her so much attention.

(And stop showing up where Taylor is if it’s not an event!)

[annbourbon]

A bit more about me:

* I'm hard of hearing and I use hearing aids since I have memory. I hate when people keep sending me audios.

* INFJ

* I have ADHD

* I'm about 5'0 (153) yes I'm a minion 🙄💀

* My favorite color is blue

* Hydrangeas are my favorite type of flower. Just don't cut them off. I prefer pots rather than dead flowers.

* My nose is really sensitive to smells so it's super useful. Except for that time when I got covid... it was like, my worst nightmare coming true.

* I love eating, especially pizza.

* I don't like candies. Just chocolate, cakes and fruit tarts, too much sugar and I'll throw it up cuz my stomach doesn't tolerate candies or spicy things.

* I'm intolerant to lactose and garlic. people tend to joke around me saying I'm a vampire (migraines and my sun sensitivity don't make it any better to cover up this issue... shhhhh please don't say anyone okay?)

* My favorite element is air. The second one's water. I could spend hours on the tub or pool.

* I have three cats and one dog.

* I have never been in love or in a relationship for that matter.

* I love musicals: Mamma Mia, Burlesque, SIX, Hamilton, etc. (If I don't know it, I will love to know more about it.)

* I don't have tattoos or piercings. I'm too coward for that kind of pain. But I love them. They're just not for me.

* My favorite game is Mystic Messenger

* I adore my family. It's far from perfect, but is good.

* I'm self-taught at basically everything: ice-skating, cooking, fashion design, writing, hence I'm far from being perfect. But I'm trying my best.

* I'm a workaholic. Literally busy all day.

* I don't smoke or drink. Except for champagne maybe and only special occasions. I don't like alcohol that much.

* I want to study or at least read more about architecture

* I also love musical theory, photography and documentaries lol

* I'm an environmentalist

* Despite my love for cats, I have always preferred bunnies. Horses come third.

* Most of my fashion designs were created between 10 to 13 y.o. so right now I'm just adjusting them and improving them. Which is why I'm studying and reading a lot about fashion design.

* I used to dislike sugar as a kid. IDK what happened lol but I'm now ruined because I love sugar a bit too much. So from time to time I go on a sugar detox. It's hard AF

* I started ballet when I was 18. You can do it too.

* Blood type: A

* My Astrology:

Sun's on Taurus 🐂 ♉ with ascendant on Cancer 🦀♋ and my Moon on Capricorn ♑🐐

Questions: (I actually had a dynamic with other people but the link it's acting weird so I decided to put them here)

Are you named after anyone? Yeah my mom called me Anna because of the Beatles, "Anna Go to him"

When was the last time you cried? Around November or December last year. There was a lot of drama going on and a group of people who was really toxic to me, I finally got my shit together and moved onto something better. I haven't cried ever since and I'm happy now! <3

Do you have kids? Nope

Do you use sarcasm? Sometimes lol

What's the first thing you notice about people? The eyes if they're close, their appearance if they're a bit far, the smell, if they're passing by and I'm a bit distracted.

What's your eye color? Hazel

Scary movies or happy endings? Both. Depends on my mood, and some scary movies are actually touching and have a bit of a good/happy (maybe sometimes bittersweet) ending. Life can be a happy, and beautiful story but also hard and terrifying one. So I like both. Depending on my mood and company. I'm the kind of person who watches scary movies alone, at night and then proceeds to sleep like a baby sheep. I also love to watch scary movies when I'm angry or pissed off with/at someone or something. But I also love romantic and comedic movies... yeah it depends.

Any special talents? Ummm lol I can eat even when I'm sick or in pain. Okay I'll say, um I can learn things rather quickly: maths, chemistry, biology, dancing, sports, drawing, writing, etc. I can learn anything and become rather decent at it. Anything. Except for bread. Just no. Have you guys seen Charlie Angels? When Lucy Liu gives them muffins? Yeah that's me with any kind of bread. And I've been trying to figure it out since I was 8 y.o. so there's no hope for me lol

Where were you born? Haven't decided yet lol ok no... Mexico. I'll omit the city since a lots of creepers and stalkers have been on my life already so I'm not going to share that kind of info.

What are your hobbies? Ballet (thanks to Barbie, Tchaikovsky and my mom lolol) and ice skating

Any pets? Two cats (actually I have three cats and a dog but one of the cats is my brother's and so is the dog, so I just have a two little fellas... I'm considering buying a Cavalier King though... I've always wanted one.)

What sports do you play/have played? (Gotta go and eat something so I'll be back lol)

Chess, volleyball, basketball, soccer, ice-skate, swim, run, walk/sprint, cheerleading, rock-climbing indoors and outdoors. And other stuff. But I don't remember everything I ever did, just the most relevant ones: Volleyball practices were hard as hell. I even fainted because of it. And I'm not the kind of person who tends to faint.

Basketball was embarrassing. I'm tiny AF!! But we were forced to practice on school so whatever lol

Favorite subjects in school? I never liked school. Like, at all. But funny thing is, after I became a homeschool student (bullying from peers and teachers) I developed a healthy curiosity and started to love every single subject. So thanks mom, thanks dad!

Dream job? I don't have one. As long as I can eat and study/do everything I love and like, I'm happy. I love being creative though. If anything, I want to keep working and studying and being creative.

I'm not married but my name's... yes I'm a Bourbon. Royal family. Either you hate it or love it because, history... lol

But I'd say I'm winning the lottery on the coolest last name ever.

If you have any other question I'm happy to oblige: Send asks. But be polite. Thanks 💕

[mountain-in-springtime]

15 questions for 15 mutuals!!!

thank you so much to @majorbaby for tagging me!!!

were you named after anyone?

yes! my middle name is my dad’s mother’s first name.

when was the last time you cried?

probably sometime last month. i don’t remember why, but it was probably beatles related tbh

do you have kids?

nope

do you use sarcasm a lot?

yes, but only with certain people because i feel like it comes off meaner than i intend it to sometimes

what’s the first thing you notice about people?

i think it changes from person to person, but i suppose someone’s face? maybe their nose?

what’s your eye color?

blue!

scary movies or happy endings?

i loooove scary movies, but i have to pick happy endings

any special talents?

i sing and play a few instruments. i also paint and draw.

where were you born?

louisiana

what are your hobbies?

playing and listening to music, drawing, painting, baking, reading, writing, watching movies and tv, and swimming in the summer

have any pets?

yeah, a lot. i have two dogs and a lot of cats and kittens. i also have a lot of farm animals like sheep, cows, and chickens.

what sports do you play/have you played?

i did cheerleading for two years in middle school, basketball for one year, and i did marching band for four years but i don’t really consider that a sport.

how tall are you?

5’3

favorite subject in school?

english, band, and theatre

dream job?

anything creative, really. i would love to work in the film industry as a director or writer, but i’d also love to be a fiction writer. my ultimate dream job is to be a musician, though.

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[survey--s]

657.

What type of milk do you like to drink? We normally just buy full fat milk but I like Jersey milk too, it's just so expensive and doesn't seem to last long. I also get oat milk for coffees as it makes them taste a bit more interesting.

Do you have a first aid kit at home? Yeah, there are two at home. I need to get a travel one actually as mine has mostly run out of everything useful.

What’s the absolute bare minimum in terms of facilities when you’re camping? I would never go camping lol.

How many places have you lived in your life? Two countries, eleven homes.

Are your parents dog or cat people? Is that different or the same as you? My parents aren't really pet people at all. My mum is asthmatic so they can't have pets anyway. I have a dog and three cats.

What’s your favourite flavour of potato chip? Cheese, BBQ, salt and vinegar, sour cream, paprika.

What’s the longest your hair has ever been? How long is it now? About bra length. It's currently just below my shoulders.

What video games remind you of your childhood? Super Mario or Pokemon.

What does your body wash or soap smell like? Cherry Blossoms.

Are there sounds that bother you on a visceral level? Yeah - cutlery on plates is the main one, as well as tapping, humming and tuneless whistling.

What was the last thing you bought online? Kitten food, I think.

Name something you always have in your fridge. Milk.

Have you ever had to hire a lawyer? Why? No.

Have you taken a walk today? Did you see any dogs? No, I haven't been out at all today. I did see a dog though.

What vegetable do you really hate? Brussel Sprouts.

Does your family have any traditions or rituals? Sure, I think that's pretty normal.

If you could learn any language, what would it be? I'd improve my Italian, I think.

What was the best thing that happened today? Something that seems minor can still be awesome. I had a day off and I didn't need to do ANYTHING.

Have you ever donated money to a charity? Which one? Sure, a few different ones over the years.

Did you have a large circle of friends in high school? No.

Would you ever get a matching tattoo with someone? No.

What are your top 5 favourite bands/artists? The Beatles, Dolly Parton, Jack's Mannequin, The Chicks and probably...I have no idea, lol. I don't really listen to much music these days, to be honest.

What time do you usually go to sleep? Around midnight-ish.

Do you have a job? I run my own dog walking business.

What colour are the plates in your kitchen? Some are white, some are white and blue, some are cream.

What was the last gift you received? I can't remember, honestly. Probably chocolate.

What is your Chinese zodiac animal? I can't remember.

Are you inside right now? If you’re home, what room of the house are you in? Yeah, I'm in the living room.

Are you good at remembering faces? Yes.

What will you do after this survey? I'll probably go and get something to eat.

[garbagewhump]

Cat Interactions

I have a slight problem. And it’s how I speak to/about my cat, Lennon.

Allow me to elaborate. Pardon the fact this ain’t whump related but everyone likes cats right? 

Bastard boy. 

“You just ate, fluff, ain’t my fault you don’t remember.” 

Stinky fucker.

“Get your greedy gut mouth out of my water glass.” 

“Don’t do that, how about we Lenn-NOT.” 

“Who’s a good boy?” (Garbage raises his pitch to imitate Lennon) “Not me, dad! I’m a little monster that doesn’t deserve treats!”

“You makin’ dough, baby boy? You makin’ dough? Hey HEY HEY! NOT ON THE COUCH!”

Fatty fatty.

“Sorry, would love to but I got 15 pounds of attention whore on my chest so.” 

Stinky-bum. 

Lennon-bum.

Fluffy-bum.

(Lennon is sleeping peacefully, snuggled up against Garbage’s leg.) “It’s a shame you hate me.” (Lennon rolls over to expose his belly and settles in closer.) “God, I wish you trusted me and could relax.”

Pspspspsp pussy. 

The Devil. 

“I swear to fuck, you little SHIT, don’t you dare put your sandy little murder mitts on my table.” (The cat did not heed Garbage and instead held his gaze as he placed a single sole paw on the table edge.) “... You devious little lint trap.” 

“Hey, fluff for brains, if I trip and break my neck, who do you think’s gonna feed you? Dead men feed no cats.”

Snorey McSnore-Face. 

Hellspawn.

(Garbage pokes a slumbering Lennon, waking the cat) “Oh did I disturb your nap? Yeah, sure sucks to be woken up when you just got comfy, huh?” (Lennon settles back to sleep. Garbage does it again) “Oh, no, I’m so sorry. Go back to sleep, won’t do it again. Promise.” (Lennon glares then eventually does start napping again. Garbage pokes him.) “Boy it sure is annoying. I bet you want me to stop.” (Lennon would remember this and yet again wake Garbage up at 3am.)

Katyte 

Katze 

Failure fluff.

Flufferton.

Longcat.

(Something disturbs Lennon’s nap) “Who dares! Go back to bed, sleepy boy, daddy’s got this.”

Puffball.

“Have some decency, you fur trimmed slut.” (Lennon continues to lick his asshole clean shamelessly.)

Catticus Bitch

(Lennon stares at the fake fireplace.) “No, daddy just got settled.” (Lennon continues to stare.) “Oh fine.” (Garbage gets up and turns on the fake fireplace. Lennon trots off to the other room. Garbage cannot get comfortable again.)

“Ready purr trouble, John?”

“Show off the toe beans, baby. Ha! Can’t stop me, you little furry blender! I got the beans!”

(Lennon meows.) “Meow.” (Lennon meows louder.) “Meow.” (Lennon meows even louder.) “Meow!” (A long silence. Lennon meows.)  

Baby boy

Fluffy beast.

Furry beast.

Bastard boy.

(Garbage gets up. Comes back. Lennon is stretched across the entire couch) “Ah, fuck you too.” (He attempts to scootch the cat. There is no budging him. Garbage settles on the floor.) 

“Want some snackeroos, Flufferdoo?” 

“Ooooh I’m in the kitchen, what am I gonna do? I’m gonna steal all your food! Om nom nom-- oh fuck don’t get underfoot like that!” 

Snoozers.

“Please get your fat furry ass off my phone/laptop/papers.”

“Can I have my phone back? I hear it vibrating through the fluff.”

“Ah, my purpose in life, to be a launching pad and a walking food dispenser.”

[mirclealignr]

Regulus Black Fluff Alphabet

regulus x gn! reader

requested by anon

warnings; brief mentions of food and anxiety

from this alphabet

A - Affection; how they like to show their love.

Regulus does a lot through touch and reassuring looks/smiles. He finds it hard sometimes to express just how he feels about you, especially considering expressions of love were severely lacking in his life. But when he holds your hand or caresses your face, he feels as if he's spilling all his secrets, and hopes that you understand them.

B - Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?

Your warmth. At first it was practically disarming, but overtime he learned to embrace it and miss it when it was absent, when you were absent. It would be so different to what he was used to, especially with the people closest to him. But he would adore the change that was you.

C - Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.

Most of the time he likes to have his arms around you, sitting up slightly while you lay against his chest. There's a sense of safety he finds in knowing that you can hear his heartbeat and that it doesn't scare you off. But sometimes, he likes it when you take him in your arms and he can nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

D - Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.

He is simply a hopeless romantic, and loves to dance with you when it's dark and raining outside, when the two of you are almost completely alone. He loves watching you smile as the rain seeps into your clothes and dampens your hair, and when you rest your head on his chest for some shelter.

E - Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?

Regulus likes to understand things before he gets excited about them with you. If you come running to him with an elated expression and start rambling about whatever brought you this pleasure, he'd want to know why. He'd want to understand you and relate to you. Almost always, he'd become just as excited as you.

F - First Date; your first date together.

The Astronomy Tower. Regulus would want to be alone with you, without prying or judging eyes. It wouldn't be much, maybe some snacks and a drink he brought for you, but he would want to hear you talk and laugh and to see you smile. He'd want to know your likes and dislikes, the memories you cherished, and things you looked back on and laughed at.

G - Goals; do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?

For Regulus, his future goals remain largely unclear. Before you, he thought it was simple, but afterwards it would become far more complicated. With the weight of his family, and Sirius' abandonment making it heavier, he would often try to avoid the thought. But if you ever brought it up, he'd tell you that wherever you were, he would be.

H - Honesty; how open are they with you?

Very. Trust is something extremely important to him. While he may not tell you everything the second it happens, he does have every intention of letting you see every side of him, even the parts he wished would vanish from existence. Upon getting to know you, the trials of his family would be revealed slowly, rather than all at once, so he didn't overwhelm you. Of course, he'd be terrified, but he knew it was better that way, and he knew that you would love him all the same.

I - I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?

Regulus does not say it first, though he'd be sure he felt it first. He confesses straight after you, though, and gradually says it more and more over time. Expressing his feelings would not come easy, and sometimes, rather than tell you how much he appreciated you for listening or how beautiful he thought you were, he simply said 'I love you' in replacement, hoping that it would be enough.

J - Jealousy; do they get jealous?

Not necessarily jealous, but rather insecure. When he sees you laughing with someone else, he'd wonder whether they were better suited to you--they were warmer, more free, happier. Perhaps he brought you down, perhaps he weighed you down, and though he didn't express these insecurities out loud, he'd always seem to be easily read by you. And you'd always be there to reassure him when you needed to.

K - Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.

Your hands. For Regulus, hands mean so much, represent so much, and yours are his to kiss and hold as much as he pleases. To him it would feel incredibly intimate, despite the fact that your hands can touch others, but that they're only his to kiss and hold. People can always get close, but never as close as he can.

L - Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?

The majority of the time, you are the little spoon. He likes the idea that he is able to protect you, actually make you feel safe and wanted; it's one of the things he prides himself on. But, there woulds be times when he needed to feel that, and revelled in the warmth of your embrace tightening around him, holding him close.

M - Melody; what’s your song together?

I think your song together would be 'I Want to Hold Your Hand' by The Beatles.

N - Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?

Yes a few. Some of them would include 'treasure' and/or 'my treasure' because he adores you and could not think of anything better than you. For him, you are what people search for their whole lives, sometimes without ever finding it. And, because he speaks French, ‘mon chéri /ma chérie' for definite.

O - Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?

It wasn't necessarily hard, just gradual. However, you would have always suspected that Regulus did not have it easy and were content with him going at his own pace, and appreciating that he was brave enough to reveal it all to you. It never seemed too slow, rushed, or overwhelming--he picked his timings well and never let things become too heavy. He'd also be very conscious that everyone had their own burdens, and would make sure he always left time and room for you to air anything you wanted or needed.

P - PDA; how affectionate they are in public.

Not very much at all. He prefers to show you his love when it's just the two of you. But he isn't afraid to let other people know that you're in a relationship, and will often intertwine his fingers with yours, whisper things in your ear, and kiss your temple.

Q - Quirk: a weird but loveable trait of theirs.

He never signs his name, he always signs R.A.B. Even when it's small notes to you, little love letters, or ordinary letters, he will never sign it as Regulus, but with his full initials.

R - Romance; how romantic are they?

So much. He loves leaving you love notes, writing love letters to you, slow dancing with you, playing music for you, watching the stars with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, snuggling up in bed with you with a good book. He loves to do it all.

S - Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?

Not really. Perhaps only ones he thinks would unnecessarily hurt you, like what his family says about you. He doesn't tell you because he doesn't think it matters, they don't matter to him, only you do, and he wants their words to mean nothing.

T - Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?

He likes to, and he tries. He certainly likes surprising you, even if only to see that smile. He likes taking you places, learning your favourite songs on the piano simply because you like hearing them, taking you on spontaneous trips or dates. He's not on for grand, public gestures, but he still keeps excitement in the relationship his own way. But he also knows when things need to be slow and calm, and doesn't mind it either way.

U - Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.

He knows that most things said would be wrong, even if they were intended to be reassuring and understanding. Even when you talk about what's bothering you or don't, it can be hard to say the right thing. So instead, he takes you in his arms, rubs your back, kisses your cheek and gets you any comfort foods that you wish for. Sometimes, words speak far less than actions.

V - Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.

With his family, and even with Sirius, Regulus can lose his temper very quickly, but you understand that their relationship has not been easy, nor do you care for his family. With you, it's rare that he loses his temper or raises his voice at you. When he does, there are usually other factors that have contributed to his mood, and he is quick to apologise afterwards.

W - Weakness; what’s their weakness what it comes to you?

Your smile. So easily it can make him feel like he's falling from the stars, watching the constellations become smaller and smaller as he slips into the earth's atmosphere, burning and smiling and falling completely in love with you every time he sees it.

X - Xtra; random hc about them.

Regulus likes to speak in French to you when there are things he is too afraid to say or things he thinks sound more romantic when said in another language. Even if you can understand him, there's something less nerve-racking about saying it in French, it's almost like he's playing himself in another world, but still hopelessly in love with you.

Y - Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.

He doesn't like to think about the future often because he knows how easily it can change and fail to meet your expectations. He only hopes that he is with you, facing whatever is to come. He prefers to focus on the present, where he already is with you.

Z - Zzz; how they are when they sleep.

Incredibly still, almost scarily still. The only time he moves is to be closer to you, closer to your exuding warmth. It almost frightens you to move in case it wakes him or disturbs him, but if it does, he never lets on. - - - fill in this form or send an ask to be added to a tag list <3 forever friends; @myalupinblack / @selenes-sun / @vixxiann /@queen-asteria04 / @lillict / @savingpluto /@theincredibledeadlyviper / @pad-foots / @fizzleberries / @willowbleedsonpaper / @kinkyduuh harry potter; @fuckingbloodyhello / @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts / @scvrllet / @dreamerinthesun / @crazy-beautiful / @chaoticgirl04 /@cupids-crystals / @fandom-life-12 / @mypainistemporary-blog /@oliverwoodmarrymepls / @eunoniaa / @missryerye marauders era; @spxllcxstxr / @natashxromanovfreads / @ch /@sereinegemini / @helen-with-an-a / @sweeter-than-strawberries /@spxncervibes regulus black; @jackys-stuff-blog / @with-love-anu / @yinrose98 /@tarorootboba / @lyaseille / @bloodblossom73

[brendaaaa]

Pillow Talk (Mike Wheeler x fem!Reader)

Mike sighed, his breath warm and tickling your neck. You were currently entangled with him, both blissed out and in a state of contentment.

It was a warm summer night, the windows up by the ceiling in the Wheeler’s basement cracked open, letting in a little bit of night air. But it barely put a dent in the stifling heat. You didn’t mind too much, because most of it was coming from Mike’s body being so close to yours, and how could you complain about that? The overhead lights were on, unlike the lamps that were scattered around the room, but you could hardly tell because all the lightbulbs were out except for one. And even that was flickering in and out every minute or so. The fluorescent light, designed to be neon and bright, similar to what you might see in a school or public building, was on the other side of the room, so that shadows were cast over you and Mike. After what felt like an unusually needy and desperate love filled time you just shared, you were both very quiet, you laying on your back with your boyfriend tucked on top of you, head in the crook of your neck. You traced a small circle on the back of his shoulder with one finger, his bare skin as hot as if he had a fever. Just touching it made you shiver, even though you had had your hands all over him the entire night. It was times like these when you wished summer would never end. When you could just -ahem- make love to Mike forever and talk to him about anything and everything and play with his mop top of dark curly hair. When you could watch old creature features from the 50s and listen to his mom’s Beatles records. When you could tease him about everything and get teased right back. When you could kiss him on the corner of his lips, waiting for the smile that would always cross his face when you did that. When you could go outside and lay on the freshly mowed lawn at two a.m, holding hands. When he could make you peanut butter toast and you would sit at the kitchen table, pretending to be married and grown. When you would never have to deal with the real world. “Mike,” you said, in a whisper, carefully cutting through the blissful silence. “Mhm,” he murmured, moving his head down to rest more near your collarbones, lips leaving little vibrations on your skin as he went. You shivered under his touch and continued with what you were trying to say, “I- can we-,“ you stopped talking, and the only thing you could hear was the hum of the kitchen appliances running on the floor above you, along with Mike’s slow breathing and your own shallow breaths.

His nose brushed against your warm skin as he lifted his head up, dark eyes meeting yours. He looked so beautiful in the shadows, so perfect that it just made you want to cry more than you already wanted to. “What is it?” He asked softly, keeping one hand glued to your waist while the other reached up to caress your jawline.

“Mike?” You asked, and you could hear the shake in your voice. “Can we never grow up?” His eyes studied yours for a moment, before he dropped back down to press a kiss to your collarbone. He then laid his head back on your body with a sigh. “I sometimes wish the same thing,” he said. You smiled, slightly reassured, and stroked his hair. “That’s good. I sometimes think that I’m going crazy.” “You’re not,” he said firmly, tightening his grip around your middle before admitting, “I sometimes feel like I’m losing it too.”

“It’s like…” you started saying in a whisper. “Life moves so fast...and I want to grow up and experience new things, but I also, I also want to stay like this forever…” Mike smirked, and although you didn’t have a super clear view of his face, you knew him well enough to picture what his face would look like in good lighting. “You mean like this? Right now, here with me...naked in my basement? Or just as a teenager.” You silently laughed for a moment, and finally said “Uh, both.”

You closed your eyes, and couldn’t keep the grin forming on your face away. Mike always had a way of making you feel better. “I want to buy a cat.” “Sorry?” You asked, lifting your head up to see him better. You thought to yourself, did he seriously just say that? Well...okay then…

“I want to buy a cat…” he repeated, and he shifted, nuzzling into your chest.

“Um..?”

“Jeez sorry I thought we were confessing. You think you're going crazy, I want a cat,” you felt his shoulders move up in a shrugging motion.

You laughed, but then said, “Mike, you should get a cat.”

“I know, but my dad’s allergic,” he muttered.

“Screw him,” you giggled. “Or it can just live at my house. It would give you an excuse to come over more often.”

“That works,” Mike admitted.

“If It lives at my house, we’re naming it Fluffy.”

“Like in the Brady bunch? Hell no.”

“More like hell yes. My house, my cat.”

“Then what’s the point?” Mike chuckled. “It’s supposed to be my cat, and I’m naming Yoda. That’s final.”

You were quiet for a moment, and then you nonchalantly whispered into his ear, “Fluffy.”

“Yoda,” he whispered back.

You, meaning to kiss the top of his head, but instead accidentally pecking his ear, couldn’t help but giggling as you insisted, “Fluffy.”

“Noo,” Mike said, holding his face up close to yours, “Yoda.”

“Let’s not get a cat,” you said.

He shrugged, “Okay,” and laid his head back down, adjusting himself to get comfortable.

“You goin’ to sleep on me?” You teased, noticing his change in positioning.

“Mayyybe,” he said, and you could tell he was tired, his voice getting huskier and his eyes dropping.

“I love you…” you whispered, shutting your eyes.

He mumbled something back but you couldn’t really understand.

“I love you, Mike,” You said again, and started to drift off yourself.

Word Count: 1042

[synthshenanigans]

Ooo questions are fun

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope. My old first & middle names are just ones my parents picked out. Tho technically my old middle name is also the name of a Beatles song [cos my ma's a nerd]

2. When was the last time you cried?

Uhhhhhh maybe Saturday? If not then like, 2-3 weeks ago or somethin.

3. Do you have kids?

My best friend calls me Dad but thats about it

4. What sports do you play/have played?

I played soccer as a kid and did marching band all throughout middle & high school

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Jokingly yes but I don't think I ever do it as an insult

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Either their face or hair usually

7. What's your eye color?

Mainly a greyish green! Tho ones a bit more of a brownish hazel color

8. Scary movies or Happy endings?

I don't watch movies but I do like happy endings a lot. Not that much of an angst person. [Tho I do like horror games so that sorta counts too ig?]

9. Any talents?

My left thumb is double jointed! Aside from that ig I can play like 4-5 instruments prolly? [And I wanna play like 4-5 more lol]

10. Where were you born?

I aint doxxin myself but its the same damn city I live in & have not be able to escape from. [Hell I fuckin live next to the hospital I was spawned into]

11. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, video games, & music

12. Do you have any pets?

Three! Two dogs and a cat :}

13. How tall are you?

5"3 [an average height thank you]

14. Favorite subject in school

History or music prolly

15. Dream Job?

I don't really have a dream job but I'm wanting to do something with forensic eventually. Either a scientist or a detective.

Tags!: @tallyhoot @cr0ws-cha0t1c-c0llect10n @tobyfobywoahby @dontlookforme00 & whoever else wants to :} /nf

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

@kaiarchives tagged me in this game that I haven't had the pleasure of seeing before, so that's exciting. The rules are: Answer the 15 questions and tag 15 of your mutuals.

1. Are you named after anyone?

No.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Last Sunday. I don't think it was for any particular reason, I just had a headache and was feeling down.

3. Do you have kids?

No.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

I played a bit of a football as a kid and a bit of volleyball for school. I also did range shooting in my tween years.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Quite a lot. I've been trying to cut back and be a bit more genuine, but my habit for being sarcastic and my generally low moods have given me a bit of Resting Bitch Voice, so people don't always pick up on it.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Facial shape I think. Before I learn someone's name I generally remember them by the shape of their jaw and cheeks.

7. What's your eye color?

Blue, but it's a kinda greyish blue.

8. Scary movies or Happy endings

I like scary movies with happy endings. Give me protagonists who face down with the worst of humanity or the nasties of the world and come out alive and swinging, if not a bit traumatized.

9. Any talents?

I'm told I have a way with words. In general I don't believe in talent in the "innate skill" way though.

10. Where were you born?

Oslo, Norway.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, movies, video games (mostly strategy and roguelikes,) I used to sing in a choir and I kind of want to get back into that.

12. Do you have any pets?

No. Haven't really had the opportunity to, but I'd like to get a dog someday.

13. How tall are you?

178 cm, so... what, 5'10?

14. Favorite subject in school

Language and it's not close at all. Social Sciences as a second place I suppose.

15. Dream Job?

Author. Give me a way to live from writing and I'll churn out books at a brazen clip. It might drive me crazy, but it'll be worth it.

As for the tags: @frostedlemonwriter @shay-puppitty @longwuzhere @indigostudies @an-elegant-void @mjjune @marlenadutch @fire-but-ashes-too @meerawrites @sparrowrising @silverslipstream @floweryprosegarden @the-secondborn-of-seven @chishiio @a-had-matter

[magicshopaholic]

Tagged by my fave @meirkive <3

Name: Pen name - Cath, real name - V

Sign: Virgo

Height: A whopping 5'1"

Time: 1 am

Birthday: August

Fav band/artist: Death Cab for Cutie, The Shins, The Beatles, BTS, The Killers, The Dandy Warhols, Eric Clapton/Cream, Norah Jones, Coldplay, Cigarettes After Sex, The Last Shadow Puppets, Muse, Fall Out Boy, Panic!, Queen, Doja Cat, Billie Eilish, Taylor Swift, Harry Styles

Last movie: Nope, just a few hours ago (and Keke Palmer is SUCH a queen)

Last show: Better Call Saul

When you created this blog: This blog in Feb '22, main in 2013

What you post: Fanfiction and incoherent reactions

Other blogs: My main blog (in my bio) dedicated to a mess of F1, Harry Potter, textposts and whatever else I'm hyperfixated on at the moment

Do you get asks: Sometimes, yes, usually for a few days after posting a new fic. They absolutely make my day <3

Average hours of sleep: ~6 (I wake up before 7 am regardless so I try to stay up till midnight at least)

Instruments: I play none, but I absolutely love the drums

What I’m wearing: A Hamilton (the play, not the driver) t-shirt and pajamas

Dream job: I will not answer this as I do not wish to be depressed (but probably a writer - or a professional dancer, but that ship sailed a few years ago)

Dream trip: Pacific Islands, Scandanavia

Favorite songs: My favourite songs right now are Crying Over You by HONNE, RM; Anna by The Beatles; Grapevine Fires by Death Cab; Zero o'Clock by BTS; Vegas by Doja Cat

I'll tag my daily partners in simping and other nonsense @daechwitatamic, @m-yg93, @chimknj, @cherrysoulth, @chryblossomjjk, @voiceswithoutlips <3