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chiquitafresa · 3 months

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~Vox headcanon~

Artist here! These are my personal headcanons and headcanons that I stole from others! So enjoy :)

-Vox often like to go on days working in his office and can forget to take breaks -When this happens Val or a Velvette will come in and drag him out, They only do this when Vox try to talk his way out -Wait wait! I need to finish this! -Vox you have been in there for a week. You’re coming with me and it final. -Vox absolutely have a aquarium filled with all type of sharks, and he knows the name of each one by memory -Vox why you have 100 different sharks? They all look the same- -THEY DO NOT, see! Ava and Levi look totally different! -Vox there’s no difference at all, how the fuck you know which one is which? -Vox will fight you if you touch his food, doesn’t matter who you are he will fight -Valentino is a example of this(hint:look at his antennas) -Vox doesn’t need to eat like other demons but it helps keep his battery at 100% -Sleep also helps with this, and so is eating battery’s Don’t ask how he find out -Vox mistaken a battery pack as chocolate bar -Vox have a cable tail (am not explaining) -said tail can be use to plug into a outlet and let him charge -main reason why he can stay up for countless nights -But the tail can be hidden, so Vox only let it out when he’s low on energy or is comfortable. Bonus: it’s every sensitive when touched -Someone please do a fanfic on this- -Vox eyes are connected to every camera of his, so he constantly watch and see everything in hell But do to this he can get easily overloaded or overwhelmed, so he doesn’t do it often -Vox likes to play with Val fluff -Val really likes it when he does -Vox helped Velvette and Valentino to become overlords when he first find them -So both of them view him with respect and high admiration -but their assholes when showing it -they never go too far tho -Vox have a whole mansion for a closet like Barbie in the dream house -but it all the same suit with different colors -Vox have many jobs before, shown in “stay gone” -Vox lies when it comes to these jobs but they believe him because how good of a business man he is -he most definitely started a cult -The cult only got bigger in hell without him knowing -Vox actually have a huge fan base, they constantly fighting against Alastor fans and their winning since Alastor hasn’t been there in over 7 years -most of them actually come from Vox old cult and continue it In his name but in hell -I mean who else is going to buy a 9000$ cereal -Valentino got really close to making a p0rn movie of Vox, for himself of course (Vox didn’t know this) -but Vox back out in the last minute because of work, so there’s Val Dream -Val was mostly mad about this, often trying to get Vox to reconsider -Bro cry over that for a whole week in his room,and is still sad about it till this day -Alastor and Vox have a equal obsession with each other -I don’t care if you think it one sided, Al is obsessed in seeing this man break and how much attention his getting

-Alastor will watch Vox in the shadows if he been inactivate for a while -Vox some how got his brand in heaven, but he can’t go there though the technology. But he still gets the money from there so it doesn’t matter for him -The other Vee’s doesn’t know this, it was part of the deal he made with Lucifer -Vox does feel sorry for accidentally for damaging Val antennas, Val on the other hand doesn’t really care about it that much -Am…sorry Val -For the least time Vox, it fine! It might take a while to heal but it’s fine -Vox watch Val all the time though the cameras in hell, do to his bad vision and damage antenna -Val doesn’t mind being watched and even likes it at times -Vox and Velvette will have days where they replace their parts together, Vox helps removing her limbs while Velvette helps repair/replacing wires -When Vox first replaced his head with a whole new TV he needed to heal for a whole month before he can walk around -Velvette and Val make sure Vox was never alone and help him with everything -Vox is such a sugerdaddy for Val And Velvette, he buy them anything they want -Vox, Velvette, and Valtino have matching rings, they sometime wear it and sometimes not -Vox likes all type of radio, but he can’t show his love for them because of Alastor -Vox 100% record all of Alastors radio shows as soon as he got here, over 200 recordings -Vox was a fan of Alastor when he was alive, and he still like listening to him (before he left for 7 years) -During those 7 years, Vox slowly got more paranoid by the next day, making his reaction with Alastor coming back… weird -Vox take anxiety pills to help with this, he also have ADHD medication that he takes everyday ———————————- Sorry if this was short! I just wanted to put down all my ideas somewhere for others (and me) to see! (can someone explain what happened to the bold words? It appears like that and I can’t undo it)

#Vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #voxval #vox x alastor #the vees #headcanons #vox headcanons #Vee’s headcanons #Alastor #Valentino #velvette #radiostatic #Valentino is a whole warning #Vox x Alastor but the hate you kind of way #Vox is a workaholic #Vox can be every paranoid

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halloweenhuh · 7 months

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Halloween, Huh? Day 3 Reveals

Freaky Friday (I woke up in my enemy's body) Rated M - 8,873 words “So he’s entered some weird-ass, stress-induced fever dream where he’s in Henry’s body. It’s probably, like, the latent guilt Alex feels for the repercussions this will have on his mom’s approval rating even though the whole thing is objectively stupid and people will forget about it in a week.”

Or, a FirstPrince Body Swap AU.

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Save a horse - Rated E - 4,616 words This year’s Halloween costume was a no-brainer for Alex. Sure, the Barbie movie was questionable, to say the least, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that the costumes were really fun, and as soon as he saw Barbie and Ken coming out of that store with full-on cowboy outfits, he knew he needed that in his life- in his and Henry’s life, actually.

He even had the costumes custom made for them. And maybe he requested for Henry’s jeans to be a little tighter than the original ones, whatever. He is allowed.

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Life is a maze, and love is a riddle - E - 3,093 words Alex, June, and Nora take Henry to his first haunted corn maze.

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Taste the Way You Bleed - Rated T - 3,923 words “It’s been 427 years,” June says matter-of-factly.

Bea nods. “Ever since Alex’s first bi-annual vampire orgy.” Her gaze flickers away from her cards and over to the camera. “Henry got flustered and snubbed him, you see.”

“If anyone knows how to hold onto a grudge, it’s Alex,” June sighs.

“They hardly spoke for the next two centuries.” Bea plays a card. “Then Pez suggested a change of scenery, and we all moved to Brooklyn.”

“Now they’re just Like This.”

(A What We Do in the Shadows AU. Two centuries of living together haven't made Alex and Henry any better at getting along, but when a possible vampire hunter moves in across the street, Alex will be dusted before he lets anything happen to his nemesis.)

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Heart enough - Rated T - 8,012 words "...there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement."

Instead of Alex flying to London, Henry is sent to D.C. to do the post Cakegate damage control just in time for Alex and June's annual Halloween party.

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Fall Fun - Rated T - 2,713 words Alex and Henry need a break from their hectic NYC life, so they take a long fall weekend to drive around upstate NY/New England. Pretty foliage, corn mazes, hiking, apple cider donuts, cute B&Bs, etc.!

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A little note for all of our wonderful creators: if your work was revealed by the Palace today, please be sure to update your publication date to today’s date so it shows up fresh in the AO3 feed.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #halloween huh #fandom event #prompt fest #asked and answered #red white and royal blue movie #rwrb fanfic #rwrb podfic

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pendragon-writes · 2 years

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𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 �� 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓊𝓅 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Okay to start off this man would have no clue what to do.

Mans has never had a breakup nor has he had to help someone with one before.

But just because he's uninformed doesn't mean he won't try his damn hardest to try and do what he can, after all, you're one of the few people he cares about and can actually trust.

If you're on the task force and the two of you can't leave base he'd take you out at night to just talk and watch the night sky, cold or hot it doesn't matter, he'll just gear up on whatever weather it is and get you stuff as well.

If you're on the task force but can leave base then you two would just go to the nearby town or village, with him, of course, wearing something to cover his face, and going to the lakes or watch some dogs and have a nice talk.

If it's post 141 then you two would just stay at his place and watch or read together with his dog. But if that isn't your jam then you two would go on a jog with his dog with the both of you seeing who was the faster one.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Soaps dated in the past and has had many breakups in his life so he is wholly prepared once he first hears about it from you, he heard rumors but he didn’t want to speculate anything until you told him yourself.

If you’re part of the task force and you both are unable to leave base he’d get you both training and exercising together until you both lay on the floor and just talk, he’d let you vent and tell him woes and be quiet and listen to what you have to say, if not he’ll just speak for the both of you.

If you’re part of the task force and can leave base he’d get you and the rest of the team out for some drinks and darts, he knows your upset about it, and instead of letting it affect you he tries and get you distracted, just for a little bit.

If it’s post 141 then he’d make a pillow fort (not like a boring one he actually goes way above and beyond for this) get your favorite shows or movies set up and get you some takeout and watch what you want together. He won’t care nor judge you for whatever you watch, hell he’d watch Barbie's dream house if it meant he’d be helping you feel better.

Captain John Price

This guy has also been through a lot of breakups, he’ll out of these 3 he’s the wisest when it comes to breakups.

In all of his breakups he never really got much support other than a pat on the back and a “That sucks”, and he doesn’t want that for you, after all, he sees you as one of his own.

Regardless of your gender, he feels as though you deserve support from him. Sure he may be an old man who isn’t that informed on modern-day lingo and norms but he tries to give you the support he would’ve wanted.

If you’re part of the task force and can’t leave base then he would tell you some stories from back when he was just joining the army, stories that he hasn’t told the others, while it may seem insignificant the fact that he’s telling you these stories first is so that you know you can trust him with whatever it is you need help with (not with animals though, he’s not the best when it comes to them) depending on how close the two of you are will depend on the stories he tells you.

Now if it's post 141 this man would take you fishing like the old man he is, sure it might not be the most exciting thing you might learn some new things, such as new bait or what rods work best (Look I don't know fishing terms so that's the best I got). But if you weren't into that then he would take you to a quiet but cozy restaurant and have a day just for the two of you.

#breakup headcannons #ghost mw2 #john price mw2 #soap mw2 #mwii #x gn!reader #gn!reader #cod x gn reader

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ncisfranchise-source · 6 months

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Wilmer Valderrama had an early start to the week. The NCIS star was up hours before dawn to help announce this year’s Golden Globe nominees alongside president Helen Hoehne and fellow CBS star Cedric the Entertainer. Moments after all the names were announced, Valderrama chatted with The Hollywood Reporter about the difficulty of his duties at the podium, getting back to work after the strike and whether or not he’ll be at the big show on Jan. 7.

As an actor, you’re probably used to early call times …

I am. I’m in the gym at 4:30 a.m. every morning because working out at the end of the day doesn’t work. By the time I get home from work, I’m tired and exhausted. If I get up at 4:30 a.m., I get a running start on the day. It’s pretty intense but, honestly, once you settle into that kind of routine, there’s something beautiful that comes with the serenity of getting up that early. And to be here this early, it’s a chance to be a part of a little piece of history. It’s pretty remarkable.

And for your CBS family, too. Because you’re here as a presenter today does that mean you’re also going to present at the show?

I’m not sure. It was a divide and conquer thing today. I do know that there will be a lot of incredible people that will be highlighted on that stage. I have no doubts that there will be a lot of our communities represented on that stage. I haven’t heard anything yet about presenting but this was an unbelievable opportunity to be a part of it.

It was also a tough job. You had a lot of names to pronounce…

Yeah, and no matter how much rehearsals you have… at 4 a.m., it’s not easy. Plus, it’s hard to be coherent at this time. But as long as it rhymes with who got nominated, I think they’ll get the point.

Do you get a run-through before so you know the names?

Yeah. We did a quick little secret meeting. You only have just a few minutes with the copy, so you’re not surprised with pronunciations. You do your best, but it’s a big testament of a lot of the individuals that are nominated, because there are so many cultures represented. Some names require a rolling on the Rs, some have silent Hs and Ls, so it was an interesting list. I actually did not want to announce the best score nominees because the composer names were very tough. Thankfully, Cedric had those.

I know it’s hard to process all the names after only hearing them all a few minutes ago, but did you happen to hear an actor’s name or a movie or TV show title that you’re a fan of or that you really loved this year?

I was actually blown away by the drama category, how diverse in tone those dramatic films are. Also the comedy [film] category, there’s such a large spectrum of films, so many colorful movies in the same genre. It’s kind of iconic. And, of course, you have a movie like Barbie in there as well. How do you even vote and pick one? I’m also excited for the Latino nominees. I know [Pedro Pascal] is nominated and that’s really exciting. It always feels like a new beginning for our Latino community as we enter the mainstream community. We’ve been a part of it for a long time but to be able to share the stage is really special.

The Globes introduced a new category for cinematic and box office achievement. The TV side does not have a similar category. As someone who stars on one of TV’s most successful franchises, how do you feel about that? Do shows like NCIS deserve more recognition on the award stage?

There are shows that have been around for a long time and sometimes they run up against complacency or the shows run their course. But a show like NCIS is still going strong at 21 years is remarkable. The writers are still swinging, the actors are still fresh and also swinging hard. To do a procedural and actually have the stamina to do 22 episodes a season with episodes that are still that good with performances that are still energetic and fun, there’s something to be said about that. It’s also a show that continues to be welcomed by new generations of fans, passed from one generation to the next — there’s something really unique about that.

The SAG contract was just ratified. What was the strike like for you and how did you spend your time off?

I was really stressed for my team and a lot of my crew members. Let’s be honest, our job as individuals that are the working actors was to kind of raise awareness for the individuals that really needed to be highlighted. I was very concerned about our crews who are in either hourly rates or daily rates. There weren’t enough music videos, commercials or independent movies [with waivers] for everybody to work on that would allow them to make it through the summer. We’re also in a situation now where a lot of shows are not coming back until January, so most of the year is done for some. It’s a very stressful and really tough time for people in our industry as we head into the holidays.

Are you back to work?

I’m part of one of the few shows gearing up. I just started the show last Friday. We started filming what will be our season premiere and we’re at least going to get two episodes in before Christmas break. We’re very fortunate, but I think a lot about my friends and families of the entertainment industry who are really struggling right now. I hope we can go back to the volume that we had before, but it doesn’t seem likely. The strike, for me, was a time for reflection and a time for reaching out to our crew members who were understandably very stressed.

#ncis #golden globes #interview

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quillkiller · 10 months

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i'd love to hear more about why u didn't like barbie if it's not a problem for u

it’s not a problem! i do want to preface by saying tho that i did actually love seeing it and especially in the theatres with my dyke best friend!! and we had the time of our lives.

i wrote a very long and messy film review about barbies take on feminism and the patriarchy, i could post that if you’d be interested? :)

it also just. rubs me so in the wrong way seeing ryan gosling being peoples favorite thing to come out of the barbie movie. it just proves to me, imo, that barbies message went completely unheard. i absolutely loved his performence too but like. did we watch the same film? do we really think it’s funny that ken got bored of ruling a pareiarchy bc it didn’t include horses? is that actually funny or is it just unbelievably insensitive and out of touch? because i personally think the latter.

my main thing tho is basiaclly just that i had expected the film to do something literally anything new. to say something we don’t already know. i could name several films with the same feminist take and i just genuinely thought it would do one single radical thing. and it didn’t, in my opinion, and it left me very disappointed. i can’t name one single (new) thing the barbie film did for women/feminism if i’m being completely honest. it wrapped itself up in a neat little package towards the end saying ’everyone matters!’ w a cute little bow on top. men (because kens are still men) didn’t have to apologize and ryan goslings ken is everyones favorite part. from a movie about patriarchy and the sidelining of women. it just doesn’t sit right with me at all.

the kens are literally my enemies like what they did was unforgivable? they were men brainwashing and taking advantage of women and they didn’t even have to apologize and now we’re all obsessed with ’kenergy’? they should’ve at the very least be held responsible, but no they got an apology instead. while the barbies literally didn’t get a single one. is kenergy rly something we want? was he really keanough?????? i swear if i ever meet a man saying he’s a ken / is kenough i will kill him and then myself

some people may think i’m overreacting or that i’m a buzzkill but this is is genuinely how i feel about it. i see women say ’this is a film for all women!’ but i didn’t feel that once? i didn’t feel included once in the narrative and im definitely not being represented by barbie. it brought me back to when i was in the closet and i felt alien to everyone around me. i felt strange and ugly and wrong. this was a film for heterosexual women, imo.

in my defense, i am a film student film with a bachelor’s degree in film science, so i do feel confident in my own reading of the film. i am also well read on feminist theory and have been educating myself for years (and still do). it’s two things i’m very passionate about and literally you couldn’t spend even half an hour with my friend group, all dykes, before it turns into political/feminist discussions hahahah. i trust my judgment in how i feel about the film, but i’m not trying to change anyone else’s mind and im definitely not saying it wasn’t a good film. i’m absolutely not automatically right because of this. this is simply my reading of the film.

however, i find it very difficult not to engage with media, especially film, critically as someone who studies film and intends to make it my career. and i tend to engage critically from a gender perspective based on feminist theory because i honestly just can’t help it. a huge part of me didn’t want to engage with barbie critically because i had the time of my life watching it. i had so so so so much fun. but sadly, here we are

i had a similar experience when, in film history class, we started every single morning watching silent films. i fucking love silent films but let me tell you, the people who made silent films don’t love me or care for women. every morning i had to prepare myself to watch a woman get murdered by a man. a reminder of how women have been treated in cinema. a reminder that a woman isn’t a person, she’s a plot device for the male protagonist. the men in my class never noticed, whereas me and my uni friends (all girls) felt rather affected by it every single viewing. film theory hits different depending on who’s watching the film

that’s why i wanted barbie do just something new. it’s a film literally based on feminism and patriarchy and it still ended with a woman apologizing to a man. she still had to fight him off trying to make advances. she still had to do the emotional labour for another man.

it was just tiring. i wouldn’t have this opinion if it hadn’t made it so clear that the literal plot is patriarchy and feminism. that’s why i feel so let down

#barbie movie #sorry for being terribly mean but sometimes i feel like people call themselves feminist without knowing what it means #without reading feminist theory #it’s not just a statement #it actually means something to actively be a feminist #wiho sorry this whole post is kinda pretentious

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theliterarywolf · 10 months

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If Barbie was trying to go for a "both extremes are bad" angle, they did a poor job. Even if ST!Barbie apologized to ST!Ken for taking him for granted, that doesn’t change their society as a whole. The Kens still have no say in anything, and that’s treated as just fine. Hell, they asked for ONE supreme court justice and got turned down. I can see why people are annoyed when the real world is shown as a sexist nightmare, but the inverted version is portrayed as fine even though in some ways /1

it’s worse. The real world HAS female supreme court justices. Like, being a Ken SUCKS, and it doesn't get acknowledged or get better at the end of the movie. They’re just told to "find out who they are without Barbie", which really doesn't work when Ken was literally created to be Barbie's boyfriend. We can have an ongoing scene talking about how awful it is to be a woman, but actually addressing that the Kens are essentially second-class citizens? Nah. We’re just gonna joke about how they don’t matter. Multiple times. I expected some kind of equality in Barbieland at the end of the movie, now that they’d seen how bad the other extreme was, but no. “Everything back to normal except now maybe the Kens will bother us less”, and that’s the good ending. It was disappointing. (And before anyone asks, I'm a girl) /3

Okay, but if you watched my video, I pretty much say:

"Barbieland is seen as a net-positive... for the Barbies."

You'll notice how often posts about 'the protagonist of a story is not always the hero of a story'. Us as the audience can see that Barbieland is a magical dystopia ruled by toxic-femininity, that the Big Barbie Barage isn't a group of heroes going up against an evil foe, but the equivalent of toddlers screaming 'My turn!!'/'No, MY turn!!' over a playhouse set.

The new status-quo at the end isn't an ideal, it's a bandaid.

Actually, this response ran a bit long, so...

The whole Supreme Court thing... While, yes, it is still kind of 'come on, now' that President Barbie says no, 1. you can kind of understand why she doesn't want to give the time of day after everything that just happened, and 2. she grants them an Appellate Court. So there is at least a step in the right direction there.

Yes, Ken (as a concept) was originally created to be Barbie's boyfriend/husband/support, in subsequent decades even Mattel has tried to stem away from that. Hell, they actually broke up in the 90s! I'm surprised that a lot of people forget that. And, as a mirror...

Hold on, I have to reconcile with myself that I'm going to make this comparison. ...Okay.

In Judeo-Christian faiths, Eve is literally created to be a support and mate for Adam (being created from the rib, or established foundation, of Adam). Yet, women have eventually had to come and realize that they are more than that and that they can find their own identities and purpose.

Could the movie have presented a comparison like this a bit better? Yes. However, that's what that part was supposed to mirror.

But the whole thing shows a series of checks and balances. The real world does have fields that are typically male-only. Sometimes people who have talents for certain jobs aren't allowed to have them. Like America Ferrera's character clearly shows a love and talent for fashion and doll-design... But they have her as a secretary.

And, yes, we do have women on the Supreme Court. The... same Supreme Court that has also been fumbling the bag in recent news. So they aren't perfect for having some pussy on board either.

I mean, it's pretty clear that Barbieland wasn't a utopia at the beginning of the film or at the end of the film when Stereotypical Barbie essentially embraces death and chooses to live as a human in the real world at the end.

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lovelythegirl · 11 months

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hi!! this is my first post and it’s a lil tibit based on my own personal experience and writing usually helps me release those anxieties and thoughts that I’m too scared to share aloud. I’m also not sure if I’m doing this right so please be nice and patient with me. <333

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I’ve seemed to only run into him on fridays. Sitting in a pleather black couch in the second floor common area, a face mask adorned my mouth watching whatever the other girls streamed from netflix. Not that I paid attention to it. How could I? Though as nostalgic as they are, I’m not all that interested in rewatching those poorly animated Barbie movies from the 2000s as some of my floormates do. Yet, their company was better than none and spending the past six months in quarantine had me realize how much I hate being alone. Besides, I enjoy the ongoing commentary and shared laughter from that odd grouping of girls. It made the ongoing stress of my mental and academic health less daunting.

But back to him, I never planned it, it’s not as if I wait with my legs curled up on top of another as I rest my laptop on the meat of my thighs waiting for him to come through that heavy wooden door into the second floor. That divider between worlds since he was a third floor kid. We had a lot of mutual friends, and one of them has the reputation of being Ferris Bueller of the dorms with his door always open and booze always flowing. So it was common for anyone and everyone to stumble upon Daniels room on any given moment during friday and saturday nights.

Yet, when he comes into the common room no matter how bright that lumiating stark lights might be, he makes them shine brighter. So I’d sit on that black couch like I always seem to do during the evenings, with the same groups of girls, face mask on and a front row seat position to the second floor door. Skinny pop fresh and buttery in a mixing bowl on the coffee table in front of us. More laughter from The Princess and the Pauper as it plays on the big screen, the light tapping from the keys of my Macbook as I edit the last paragraph of my gendered studies paper, and through all the noise, there it is. Suddenly as it is almost expected, the heavy door of the second floor opens and my eyes, the only eyes paying attention, look up and there he is.

Oversized Football hoodie adorned on his body, jeans, and sneakers. I stand from the couch, and like a child greeting a parent after they’ve come home from work, I come towards the door.

“Jesse!” I call, and with mutual open arms I embrace him.

“How are you?” I would ask. He responds positively and asks the same of me. I’d tell him that I’ve been good as well, then we’d part ways. I’d go back to the pleather couch blushing through the RGB face mask and he’d walk his way to Daniel's room for the usual weekend kick back.

It never phased the girls I’d sit with. They would never question it. Eyes never leaving the screen and I liked it that way. Not that I was embarrassed about liking Jesse, there was nothing I was ashamed about when it came to my feelings for him. It was more about not being comfortable with talking about my infatuation because what if he gets word of it and doesn’t feel the same way? I’ve never been in a relationship before because I was never desirable enough for the generation I grew up with, the kids in my town. I was “too weird” or “too fat” for them to even give me the time of day. When I muster up the nerve to tell a crush that I’ve liked them, it always resulted in snickering or straight up grimaces. Growing into my new maturity physically and mentally, I knew my worth now as something beautiful, but part of me still feels blinded by others' attraction. Or even signs if someone even likes me back. Since I was so immune to it before, what if I’m over thinking or overlooking the signs? How do you really know if someone actually likes you back? There aren't enough questions for me to ask Wiki How to get the answers I need. I’d ask my friends but I’m embarrassed about how naive I am. They’re all beautiful women with their lists of past and current partners, and I have this irrational fear of them making fun of me. That I'm some prudent virgin. It sounds silly, trust me I’m very aware. If these girls made fun of me, then they’re not really my friends are they? However those thoughts still linger and somehow I’m oddly comfortable with the embracement of his arms and the “hi, how are you?” between us. Never wanting it to go further, because I don’t want to lose what I have. Don’t want to lose that comfortability between us into something more for the fear of the “what ifs.” What if he’s just a nice guy, what if he doesn’t like me back, what if he likes someone else. I keep myself steady into what I already know. Which is a warm hug and short conversation once a week where I wait until the next friday for him to come down to the second floor and into Daniel’s room.

Yet there are weekends where I would randomly see him later on in the evening where we’re both a tad inebriated off of cheap liquor and watered down beer. Our conversations would drift more loosely, but come the next day I couldn’t remember what we talked about, only that I knew that I talked to Jesse the night before, and I would wake up with a terrible hangover and a loose smile on my face. Drunk on him, hoping that maybe he feels the same way.

#true story #thoughts #lovecore

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valerie · 18 days

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TWITL - week 18 - birthday month begins

Monday - 29 April The Earthcam stream of the Temple Bar on YouTube was down this weekend and oddly enough, I felt a bit lost without it. I like being able to check in on the place where we visited. It makes me feel connected. It also makes me want to visit again. The feed is back up on YouTube. Whew! Even though I can go to their actual website for the livestream, I like being able to find the video on YouTube. https://flic.kr/p/2pNhSdK Cooking dinner Wednesday - 1 May First day of May! Right now I'm typing on my MacBook Air with my wrist brace on. This is a new feeling. I'm trying out the wrist brace in the hopes that my wrist corrects itself but it's not just the wrist that's bothering me. My arm doesn't want to extend all the way. I might end up at the doctor's office at some point. https://flic.kr/p/2pNqbko Thursday - 2 May It's my Friday! I'm pretending it's a real Friday and will be wearing my denim skirt. It's supposed to be warmer today and I'm not ready for it. When did I become someone who liked the colder weather? Ye gods! https://flic.kr/p/2pNDiCJ those Snapchat filters are so good to me The Snapchat filters are my friends. I love how they filter me. And sometimes I like to share. ;) Saturday - May the Fourth I had yesterday off for my birthday and it was lovely! I saw a movie in the afternoon then the husband took me out to The Old Spaghetti Factory for dinner, where I had my usual mizithra. SO GOOD. Both the A's and Cardinals won so I was a happy baseball fan too. What more could I want? https://flic.kr/p/2pP2Q1A nerd girl proud, so proud of one of her fellas The Fall Guy - I will always be biased for any of Ryan Gosling's work, just so you know. This means that I went into this movie already halfway loving it just because I would see Ryan on the big screen. It's actually been awhile for me. For whatever reason, I did not see Barbie in the theatre to that means I think the last time I saw Ryan on the big screen was for La La Land. Ooops! All that said, I LOVED this movie. I love how reverent they were towards the stunt workers. I loved the plot, which was fun and perhaps a bit ridiculous but it doesn't matter because the movie was FUN. Emily Blunt was lovely and the chemistry between her and Ryan was altogether sweet and cute yet mature. I loved the musical choices and the doggie. I enjoyed the heck out of this movie and definitely loved Ryan in it. He's so much fun to watch and I walked away from the movie with a smile on my face and joy in my heart. Good times. https://flic.kr/p/2pP7tLm mmm, mizithra Today we went over to The Lounge to watch the Kentucky Derby. Fun times! I had two mint juleps and nachos while we were there. The weather started off cold and rainy but when we walked out of there, it was merely cool. I should have bet on the race because the horse I would have chosen ended up winning. Nice! https://flic.kr/p/2pPdPic us https://flic.kr/p/2pPdP8C nachos https://flic.kr/p/2pP7tSZ mint julep TV Fallout - This is a good show! We watched it over a week or so and even with the whole post-apocalyptic vibe, there's humor and lightness mingled with all the dark stuff. I really appreciate that more than not, the scenes were brightly lit and you can see everything. I really enjoyed it and I'm glad it's getting a second season. Fire Country - We are catching up on this show, which can get so soap opera-like at times. I want to smack a couple of the characters but it's a decent watch and I love seeing Sabina on it. She is as beautiful on screen as she is in real life, trust me. https://flic.kr/p/2pPd9wt me at 53 Read the full article

#movies #ryan #ryangosling #tv

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avacash · 2 months

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How Has Barbie’s Body Changed Over the Years to Be More Inclusive?

“Barbie’s got a new body” (Dockterman). In January of 2016, Barbie dolls got a brand new body. These bodies included curvy, tall, and petite to represent a wide variety of body types that are more realistic than the original Barbie body our society has grown accustomed to. However, has this diversity in body types actually made a difference in how women view their bodies? Does this change make females more confident with their body types? Unfortunately, it does not. The “Meanings of ‘thin’ and ‘fat’ are taught, so in a larger sense, it doesn’t matter what the dolls look like,” said Siewert, who cited a 2015 National survey that found about 90 percent of all women responding said they worried about their weight and had tried some kind of diet. “Living daily life as a woman, we’re so influenced by thin identity culture.” Body image issues have more to do with our treatment of others, than just with the dolls we play with at a young age. Body image issues are an epidemic in our world. At the end of the day, society has made people feel like they have to be as skinny as possible even before Barbie dolls were made. These issues have especially made it challenging for women whose looks seem to be held at a higher standard than men. As America Ferrera perfectly stated in her moving monologue in The Barbie Movie, “You have to be thin, but not too thin. And you can never say you want to be thin. You have to say you want to be healthy, but also you have to be thin…” (Gerwig). The Barbie Movie brought females together as we all truly thought about how challenging it is to be a woman. Females have always had such high standards put on them that are impossible to meet. When you make a doll with a “perfect” body, you are just emphasizing these harmful thoughts. Barbies were made to, “...inspire young girls that they can be anything they want to be and do not have to listen to the social norms. Ruth Handler wanted “to show her daughter she could aspire to a life and career that extended beyond taking care of babies” (McGarth and Forbes Team). We are finally getting to a place where we are also showing girls the true purpose of the meaning behind Barbie dolls. Barbie shows little girls that they can be whoever they want to be. They do not have to listen to the social norms that tell them they cannot be in male-dominated career fields but need to stay in their own realm of being a stay-at-home mom. And, we are doing this with Barbie that finally represents real female bodies. Mattel is now also making Barbie dolls with different skin tones, hair colors, styles, and now has one with Down syndrome. We are showing young girls it is natural to be different and not all the same. I hope that in the future, Barbie dolls get even more diverse.

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yeah like, its amazing that women are now allowed to make big box office movies I just wish people were more honest about the actual quality. legally blonde and mean girls touched on the intricacy of female friendships and the way women and girls walk through the world but they were also well written and showed it through the plot and relationships and made far deeper commentary because of it. legally blonde especially. I can keep sending my thoughts in if you dont mind, I really wanted to talk to someone about this.

Go for it I’m always down for good conversation. I’ve just been horrible at replying to asks because of work being busy lately, so don’t take it personally please bc I love this and am so happy my blog has somehow become a way to facilitate healthy conversation even in a small way.

But yes I agree. I think that movies can be feminist statements without overtly saying “this is a feminist statement.” And like, I keep repeating, I genuinely enjoyed Barbie even though it had tonal whiplash and it was much stronger imo in the comedy than the drama parts of the movie. I go back to Legally Blonde and Mean Girls a lot. Thats actually one of the reasons I still haven’t seen the new Mean Girls, beyond being biased thanks to nostalgia lol.

And back to your point about quality, YES. Like, we can and should talk about diversity and uplift all voices, women and POC and like Hollywood is not nearly where it should be. (And we should also talk about international and independent film more, which is happening more, which is a great thing. But those are sooo different from like. Being top 3 box office. Like pretending that Barbie and Past Lives are similar in any way is wild to me—not that people are, but it’s such a limited conversation.) Like, to me it shouldn’t be offensive to find Oppenheimer to be a better and more serious movie than Barbie. It’s not because it’s “for boys” (which is bullshit and we keeeep enforcing gendering when like, gender is a huge factor in a lot of things, and a lot of oppression, but this shouldn’t be boy movie/girl movie). It’s because it’s better lol. (And people are more than welcome to disagree; some do! Ultimately these things are taste.)

But yeah. Idk. Cinema is one of the biggest forms of media and so what it says and who makes it matters a LOT. As does who doesn’t have that access. But having a real conversation about quality also matters. Like, Barbie aside, to me, Lady Bird isn’t the best coming of age film about women and parental relationships of the 2010s. 20th Century Women and Boyhood are. (Lady Bird is maybe 3rd, if I’m being generous.) Are they better movies because they’re made by men? No it’s because they’re better movies to me. And that’s fine. Idk. It just limits conversation a lot.

All this said, I’m trying to attempt to balance out my movie watching even a little and watch more films directed by women and minorities. I’ve seen all Greta’s films (and they’re good! Not great but good) and there are SO MANY MORE OUT THERE. And I’m glad they’re getting a bit of a push at the Oscars, too.

#asks #anonymous #movie talk #oscars 2024

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polandspringz · 5 months

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So my 23rd bday just happened. It wasn’t bad at all, I just did a small thing with my family- breakfast at a local place w my mom, we actually got two cakes for me this year (the carvel snowman ice cream cake I have every year, and then a more custom real cake ordered from Stop and Shop bc I wanted to try out smth new this year), and my sister ordered door dash from a big restaurant for all of us + we watched Barbie which my dad had yet to see

I enjoyed it. It was a good day. I relaxed.

But I always feel weird on my birthday. Well not always, but the past few years I’ve felt weird.

It’s not about the aging, it’s more about what I’m supposed to be DOING. No matter how hard I try, I always feel disappointed, complacent. Like something’s missing.

I made a post a week or so ago about “kids who have a birthday after Christmas unite”, because part of it stems from that, but I can either give a BIG lead up of all the reasons why first or I can just. Say what I want first and make it easier but either way it’s difficult for me.

It’s really. Like really hard for me to say what’s on my mind because I know how it will sound. Selfish.

I guess deep down I kind of want a big birthday. I want it to be a big deal, for my friends, not just my family, to shower me in attention, to make me feel special. I want a big party, I want presents. I want friends to invite me out somewhere and for them to surprise me with something planned just for me.

I’ve felt this way for a while. But I don’t voice it, I’ve been bottling it up, and there’s are multiple reasons why I 1) don’t voice it and 2) feel this way.

The first is that is selfish sounding. We covered that one. But let’s get into the other reasons.

The first is my birthday falls so close to Christmas. I know everyone is broke afterwards, and while my family doesn’t give me combined gifts and have always made sure to give me an equal amount of gifts for my birthday and Christmas despite the cost my parents have endured from doing this, they tried to make me never feel that way. However I know for others it’s more difficult financially. This isn’t something I’m like DEMANDING from my friends, it’s more that I wish my birthday was in a different month, a little further off from the other holiday, because I buy them gifts for Christmas and their birthday, but I understand and know I’ll sound selfish for saying it out loud. I don’t really judge them or resent them for not getting me birthday gifts, it’s just a part of this weird longing feeling inside of me.

That leads into the next reason though- the month I was born in. Being born in the East Coast of the USA means January is cold and often snowy. In elementary school I was one of the only kids with a birthday in January in my grade. Everyone else had summer birthdays. I was always envious of the kids with cool parties, specifically pool parties, or at places like Nail Salons or (ESPECIALLY) build a bear. But either my parents couldn’t afford to do a party like the nail salon and (actually there’s an “incident” involving this) build a bear. But also the weather ruled out any pool parties. 90% of my childhood birthday parties were at bowling alleys. I’ve come to resent that experience. Today’s birthday was actually kind of a mess when it came to ordering food because we have a state of emergency due to weather conditions, and we weren’t sure the door dashers would be able to arrive on time with the food due to road closures if we ordered from one certain place.

Next reason is media and just having an older sister. Media like television shows and movies and books and games always have a cliche of like a big party or a just a really cool looking birthday party. Of course that’s going to shape the idea of what you think and feel you “should” be doing on your birthday. And having an older sister who was in high school while I was in middle school (and graduated right as I entered said high school) gave me some sort of fantastic expectations about birthdays. I would hear stories about my sister and her friends decorating each other lockers, something that I remember arriving early to school to do for my friends, because I wanted it to happen to me, so in a reverse golden rule, I did onto others as I wanted them to do onto me. To be honest, I can’t remember if someone ever decorated my locker for me. It’s been years now. I want to say they didn’t, but I feel like there’s an off chance that it happened once, so I don’t want to rule it out. But that sort of learning expectations bled into stuff outside of high school. My sister is lucky to have a birthday in May, right before the weather gets unbearably hot. Her friends have surprised her by driving her to picnics and things like that, planning whole days of activities and food for them to celebrate.

I’ve always wanted an experience like that. But I’m born in January, and I know a big problem is that I’m always so busy. I don’t want to fault anyone for not doing that because I know I have an impossible schedule that unless people check with me or just let me plan our hang out activities it won’t happen because I need to organize everything within my life. So again, I don’t fault anyone or am upset this doesn’t happen, it’s just that I wish it would. It’s the same thing with the lockers in that, because I don’t have it, I try to make sure others do. I tried to do a picnic for my friends’ birthday one year, and while it was a very fun experience, we’re all very different people and have food tastes/allergies/preferences, so rather than being a dream-like “we all share a big picnic with fun foods” it was more like everyone brought their own thing and sat around and even then we barely ate anything. It was a fun day and a good way to celebrate my friends, but it’s another case where I dread what would happen if anyone but myself organized something like that, or what would happen if we all tried to do something like that for my birthday.

It’s just a weird feeling. I don’t know how else to put it. I always get in this weird funk days before Christmas and then it bleeds over it my birthday. The anticipation of all year waiting for these holidays to come ago, but right before they happen this sort of depression hits me. Like “oh Christmas is tomorrow, it’s already OVER” and same with my birthday, it’s already over. I don’t know how else to describe most of my feelings without sounding like I’m just screaming “I want to feel special!” Like a spoiled child. It’s just. Longing. I’m unfortunately a very materialistic person, so I always want presents, I always want gifts, lol. These are just the thoughts that have been circling through my head throughout the day. I’ve tried channeling them into writing before (one of my Designing in Devildom fics is about this desire) because I don’t know how to voice these things without being scared, without feeling like I’ll be perceived as selfish). When I was going to therapy I briefly touched on these topics with the therapist, and he did talk to me about just. Communicating what I want because we can’t just assume people know what we are thinking and feeling, and really communication is key, but it’s just awkward. Awkward and uncomfortable to voice this feeling inside of myself that wants MORE when I feel like/know that it’s selfish sounding to ask for more. It’s not that I don’t appreciate doing things within my family only, but despite my social anxiety I’ve been cursed with a mind that craves the spotlight. I want to feel special and regarded as such on my birthday. I want to have things done with me that I don’t have to plan or anxiously keep track of. I want to be gifted things. And it just feels weird. And wrong to ask.

#Poland’s thoughts

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13 Going on 30 pt.1

A Peter Maximoff x reader fanfiction based off the movie 13 going on 30.

Summary: You are so excited when the most popular girl in your school agrees to come to your 13th birthday party. But after a cruel prank you find yourself wishing that you were popular and older. By some miracle your wish is granted but isn’t as wonderful as it seems. You turn out to be a major jerk and you don't even talk to your best friend Peter anymore. Can you fix everything and get back to normal or are you stuck living like this forever

Warnings: Angst and some suggestive content. But it’s mostly pure fluff. (Also peter has no powers in this and some scenes will be changed to better fit Peter and so I can be creative with it!)

Word Count: 2759

I am so excited to share this fic with y’all! 13 going on 30 is one of my favorite comfort movies and I thought that adding Peter Maximoff to it would make it even better.

It was 1987 and your birthday party was next week. You were so excited you could barely contain yourself. You were turning 13, you were finally becoming a teenager. It was time to abandon all childish things and live a life of adventure and romance. One that all the movies told you was guaranteed once you became a teenager. You were writing in your notebook during lunch checking off the things you had already gotten for your birthday party. “Balloons, check. Party favors, check. The cutest outfit, check!”

“Your best friend in the whole world who is getting you the best present. Check!” Peter added as he sat down across from you, dropping his lunch tray down on the table. You just rolled our eyes at him.“So I was thinking for this year we should go to the arcade then get ice cream.” Peter muttered his mouth full of the school’s signature sloppy joe sandwich. “Cause if I eat too much ice cream before we play that dance game you love, I'm gonna get sick again.” Some of the sandwich meat dripped out of the corner of his mouth. You handed him a napkin to wipe it, not even disgusted at this point.

You and Peter had been best friends since birth. You had lived right next to each other as kids and you had done everything together. Learning how to walk, the loss of your first tooth, the first day of school. Always together no matter what. That’s what made you so nervous to tell him what was on your mind. “Actually, I was thinking of having a party this year.” You gave him a nervous smile.

“What?!” He choked out in the midst of a coughing fit having nearly choked on his milk. Kids turned around to look at him and you shushed him. ”Peter stop shouting.” You scolded through gritted teeth.

He spoke up again this time, his voice back to it’s normal level. “But it’s always just us.”

You winced, you had figured he was going to respond like this. “I know, I know. But hear me out.” Peter sat back in his chair, arms crossed. “Lucy said she’d come to the party this year, and she’d bring Dylan! You know how much I like him.” You gushed and Peter narrowed his eyes at you.

“How did you convince the most popular girl in school to come to your party?”

“Way harsh peter.” You reached over to his tray attempting to steal one of his fries. His hand slapped yours away. “You make it sound like she doesn't even know I exist.”

“That’s exactly what I’m implying, you and I are at the bottom of the social food chain and you know it.” He pushed his chair back even further, now only balancing on two legs. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” You defended.

He held your gaze with narrowed eyes as you tired your best to maintain eye contact. The minute you looked away he knew he had you. “I know you're lying (y/n). When you can’t look me in the eye you’re hiding something. Spill it.”

You muttered really quickly. “Imayormaynothavedoneherhomeworkforthepastmonth.”

He gave you an exasperated look. “What?”

“I said I may or may not have done her homework for the past month.”

He gave you a disapproving look. “Don’t look at me like that. “ You pouted. “It was the only way she was going to bring Dylan.”

“I don't even know why you want that guy at your party. Or Lucy for that matter. They’re all a bunch of jerks.” Peter got up to put his tray away. You shoved your notebook back into your bag and got up to follow him.

“You don’t even know them Peter.”

“Neither do you.” You frowned at him before turning on your heel and walking away from him. “(y/n) wait.” You sped up and he sped up with you. He caught up to you and grabbed your arm. You refused to look at him.

Peter’s harsh look softened and his grip on your arm loosed. “Look.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “ I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

You gave him a soft smile. “I won’t especially not with my best friend around.” You bumped your shoulder into his. He returned your smile after a while and your face lit up. “It’s going to be fun!”

“If you say so.”

On the day of your party you couldn't even sit still for a single second. Pacing by the front door waiting for Lucy and her friends to arrive. The doorbell rang and you threw open the door, but your smile dropped when you saw it was just Peter. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Geez, it's good to see you too.” He pushed his way into your house as you closed the door behind him.

“Sorry I just thought it was Lucy.”

“And you were disappointed when it was me.” He joked making himself at home on your couch.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“No, I get it. Suddenly you get new friends and I’m old news. Hung out to dry. Dead and buried without a moment to grieve.” He milked his performance trying to make you feel guilty. You sat down next to him knocking his feet off your mother’s coffee table.

“Shut up.” You laughed, he watched you and smiled. You noticed the keyboard strapped to his chest and groaned. “Did you have to bring your keyboard?”

“Duh. It’s part of your gift.”

“I hope that’s not all you got me.”

“Hey!” He mocked being hurt by your words. “And it’s not by the way.” He sat up and made his way to your front door. “I gotta go get it, I left it on your doorstep.” He opened the door and was gone for a minute, making you anxious with anticipation. He poked his head through the doorway and a sweet smile plastered on his lips. “Close your eyes.”

You quickly covered your eyes with your hands. You heard Peter’s sneakers shuffling as he made his way closer to you. “No peeking.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes you are, I can see you looking through the slits of your fingers.” You giggled at the accusation and squeezed your eyes even tighter. You felt the couch dip from his weight as he sat back down next to you. You feel his hands close around yours, and the small action making you blush. He carefully removed your hands from your eyes. “Ta-da!”

Sitting on the coffee table front of you was a huge handmade pink doll house. “I decided to make you your own (y/n) dream house.” Your eyes widened taking it all in. It was beautiful.

“Petey did you make all this?” You asked, heart swelling at the sweet action.

“Yeah,” He admitted a little embarrassed. He scooted closer to the table. “See that’s you in your bubble bath. Reading your favorite magazine” It was a Barbie doll with a picture of your face tape on it. You giggled.” And there’s your room with the giant closet you’ve always wanted and a huge stereo collection. I know how much you love music. And there’s that bum Rick Springfield, sitting on the couch.” As you took in all the details you fell even more in love with the house. Peter had put so much time into this and you adored it.

“And uh, there’s me.” He smiled sheepishly. A picture of him was glued to a piece of cardboard. His picture was making that ‘I’m watching you’ gesture at Rick Springfield. “I’m making sure that creep keeps his hands to himself. He’s only here for his musical talents, nothing else.” You smiled at him. He smiled back and for a second you could have sworn he glanced down at your lips. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He pulled out a red packet and shook it lightly. “Wishing dust.”

You scooted closer to him so you guys could read the package together. “It says wishing dust knows what’s in your heart of hearts. They’ll make all your dreams come true.” He whispered the last part, his eyes cast downward as you watched him rip open the package. He stood up and sprinkled the dust down on the house. You watched in wonder as all the different colors rained down together and decorated the whole house in a pretty shimmer. Your eyes met his and you could feel yourself tearing up. He was so sweet and he didn't even know how much this meant to you.

Just then the doorbell rang and you jumped to your feet. “They’re here!” You wiped away the tears that threatened to fall really quickly before dashing to the door.

“Yay.” Peter cheered sarcastically. You ignored him and sprinted to open the door. Lucy was there along with her friends and Dylan in the back. She was wearing a neon pink dress, the same one you had begged your mom to buy you last week. She had said no obviously.

“Hi Lucy! Thanks for coming!” She just gave you a tight smile and let herself in. She looked around your living room and a sneer made its way to her face when she saw Peter on your couch fiddling with his keyboard.

“Sup Freak.” Lucy shot Peter a sickly sweet smile.

“Sup slut.” Peter replied, mirroring her smile. You felt your mouth open in shock and shot him a deadly look. Lucy just pressed on trying to get a reaction out of Peter.

“I see your hair is still as gray and as ugly as ever.”

“At least my hair is naturally this color. From the look of your roots you should really look into getting a better stylist. You ain’t fooling anybody honey.”

They continued to glare at each other until Lucy finally broke away from his gaze and turned to face you. “Where is this party happening anyway.”

“It’s um downstairs, in the basement.” You motioned towards it, Lucy and her friends made their way down the steps. Peter followed them carrying your dollhouse, but you held your arm out to stop him. “What was that? Why were you being such a jerk?”

“She started it!”

You huffed. “I know, but it’s my party so please try to be nice to her.” He opened his mouth to say something but then decided against it. He pushed past your arm and went down the stairs to the basement. Taking two at a time.

“So this is it.” Lucy picked at the neon colored table cloth. You didn't know what to say as she looked around. “What are we going to do anyway?”

“Well we could play twister, Peter is really good at it.” Peter gave a small salute in acknowledgement as they glanced towards him. “Or we could watch a movie.”’ You said excitedly, making your way over to the VHS rack.” I have a lot of good ones.``

“Lame.” Lucy announced and her friends echoed in agreement.

You felt embarrassed of thinking that they would enjoy such childish things. “Why don't we play a new game?” Lucy suggested.

“What kind of game?” Peter asked, suspicion laced in his tone.

“A fun one.” She made her way towards you and placed her hand on your shoulder as she turned to address Peter. “Not that you would know anything about fun Maximoff.”

“Not that you would know anything about fun.” Peter mocked back in a high pitched tone.

“Real mature.” Peter stuck his tongue out at her.

She turned back to you. “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven.” She leaned in even closer. “You can go first (y/n), and I think you’ll like who you get.” She glanced back and you followed her gaze towards Dylan. He shot you a smile and you felt yourself blush.

All of a sudden you heard your mom. “(y/n)!” Your mother yelled down the stairs. “Your cake is here come and get it!”

“Peter go get it.” Lucy commanded.

“What? No.” He scoffed. You met his gaze and shot him a pleading look. “Fine.” He put the dollhouse away in your closet on the top shelf and made his way to the stairs. “Thanks Petey.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Lucy took off her scarf from around her neck and placed it over your eyes, knotting it tightly in the back. She led you towards the closet and you felt your heart rate pick up. You could hear the giggles of her friends as they closed the door. You stood there in the darkness waiting for Dylan to come in. It had been a while since Lucy had led you to the closet, you sat down putting your arms around your knees hugging them close.

Peter came back down the stairs carrying your cake, as he was coming down Lucy was going up the stairs, her friends trailing behind her. “Hey where are you going?”

She didn't answer, just smiled at him placing a hand on his shoulder. “(y/n) is waiting for you in the closet.” He gave her a confused look, he didn't know he was part of this game. Lucy and her friends continued up the steps, Dylan swiped your cake with his finger smearing the icing and eating it. Peter yanked it away and continued down into the basement. Madonna was playing softly in the background, he put the cake on the table and made his way to the closet, opening the door. He saw you sitting there on the floor, you upon hearing the door squeak open were smiling up at him. “I didn't think you were going to come.”

He nervously smiled back at you and sat down on the floor across from you. You reached your hands out towards him. “Where are you?” He let his hands find yours, fingers intertwined in one another. He had held your hand before but this time it felt so different. He saw you lean in and he did the same. He was inches away from your lips when you whispered. “Oh Dylan.” He pulled back abruptly.

“It’s not Dylan, It’s Peter.” You yanked your hands away from his and tore the scarf away from your eyes.

“What are you doing here?” You felt panic take over you. “Where is Dylan?”

“He left. They all did, no one is here.” You stood up and saw that Peter was right. Your snack table stood untouched and Lucy, and Dylan were no where to be found. You immediately turned on Peter. “What did you do?”

Peter looked at you in disbelief. “Nothing!”

“Yes you did!” You were screaming at him at this point.

“I just went to get your cake!” He screamed back.

“Get out.” you whispered. Peter looked at you, clearly hurt that you were pushing him away. “GET OUT!” You screamed as you pushed him out of the closet.

“(y/n) wait!” He tried holding the door open as you desperately tried shutting it. “(y/n) let me talk to you!”

“Peter stop.” You cried.

“(y/n)-”

“No!” You managed to shut the door and lock it. You sat back down on the floor and put the blindfold back over your eyes.

“(y/n) Please!” You could hear Peter on the other side of the door even with your hands covering your ears. “Please come out!”

“I hate you!” You screamed as his voice stopped.

“You don’t mean that.” He muttered, tears of his own threatening to spill.

“Yes I do! I hate you! I hate me! I hate everything!” You were so angry and embarrassed and that you really thought Lucy was your friend. And that you were going to get to kiss Dylan.

“(y/n) what are you talking about?”

“I want to be thirty!” You wailed through your tears.

“Just let me play you this song.” Peter yelled back. He slung his keyboard over his head and started to mess with it trying to find the right key. “It’ll make you feel better!”

You ignored him continuing to cry. “I wanna be thirty! I wanna be thirty and flirty and thriving.” You swing your head back shaking the shelf behind you. The wishing dust from the dollhouse fell down all around you but you didn't even notice. You could faintly hear Peter playing some tune on his keyboard but you ignored it. Just muttering through your tears over and over how you wanted to be thirty, flirty and thriving. At the moment you wanted to be anywhere but there.

#quicksilver xmen #quicksilver xmen x reader #quicksilver x y/n #quicksilver x you #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver #peter maximoff imagine #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff #xmen fanfiction #marvel x reader #marvel x y/n #marvel fanfiction #13 going on 30 #13 going on 30 au

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sideblogformindtrash · 3 years

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can we see more interactions between ferryman & haru, when the boys are at his place? if ur comfortable with it ofc :)

Sorry it took a while :')

Cw: multiple whumpees; forced to interact with an abuser; pet whump; implied past abuse;

He pokes his head out of the bedroom. Only because Orfeu needs more water, and is still dizzy and weak and barely knows what is going on. He doesn’t see Farlan anywhere on the corridor, so he makes a small run and hides behind the door. He peeks.

He is there. He is fucking there, doing something with Blue. By the looks of it....-

“A-and this, is, is, h-h-h-ow you’d say that’s you are, are thirsty-’” Blue shows him the gesture. He watches for a moment, surprised. Is he… Is he actually trying to learn sign language? He said it out of anger, was not expecting it to be taken seriously.

He decides it doesn’t matter. He moves quietly, tiptoeing - just like he used to before. He doesn’t want to be noticed, and hopes the conversation with Blue is enough to keep his eyes away from him.

But when he turns the sink in, that soft run of water makes them turn. He feels their eyes on his back, so he turns.

“Haru… I….” Farlan starts. He wants to tell him to shut the fuck up. Maybe make him wear a gag for a fucking week, see how he likes that “I’m trying to-”

“I can see that” he gestures, angrily. Blue lean closer to Farlan, resting his head on his shoulder.

“T-that’s the gesture for, for I can, can see that. N-now he is saying that it c-changes nothing”

He makes a sad fucking face. Haru feels so, so angry…

“What is he saying now? I’m sorry I’m still… I started this week” he says.

Haru starts signing every bad word he can possibly think of, and more. He loves that he has the courage to do so, but he also hates that it’s only because Farlan won’t be able to understand him. One day, he wants to say it to his face. Maybe is good that he learns, then.

“He is, is saying that, that you should buy Blue a horse” Blue says “A white horse named Seraphina for us to ensenate a new Barbie movie”

“Blue that’s… That’s not what he is saying” Farlan says, staring at Blue for a second.

“S-sorry Mister. Blue c-can’t repeat those words, it’s, it’s against Y-youtube ToS and we will, will loose monetization”

“What-” Farlan frowns shakes his head “What are you even talking about?”

“He is, is saying bad words. Ouchie. Ouchie. Now he said that between you and the horse, he’d rather marry the horse. Only a lot worse-” Blue giggles “Oooh there he goes, he said the F word. Haru doesn’t say the fuck word often”

...He hears the water overflowing the jar. So, he gives them the middle finger, takes the jar back on a tray and takes it back to the bedroom. One day, he’ll say all of those to his fucking face.

Today… He just blinks away the tears, because deep inside, he is hurting, wounded, scared.

#orfeu and haru #blue needs a tag #haru is bae #Farlan B)#back with farlan au #whump #pet whump

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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Im gonna just say first, you are LITERALLY carrying the tbhk fandom at this point n you seem so nice ily keep up the good work!!! Second, could I request headcanons of Aoi (female) and Yashiro with a fem!s/o whos secretly an idol/singer? If that makes sense. Ty ty!!

aoi akane x f!reader, yashiro nene x f!reader

a/n: OANFOINFSDN thank you so much;; <33 I’ve been obsessing over TBHK since the day I read the first chapter, and I honestly don’t think my love for it will die anytime soon, so! I’m glad to provide what I can <3 and thank you so much for the compliment, it genuinely means so much!! Ily ily ily, you’re so very welcome, and thank you so much for requesting!!

warnings: none <3

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Aoi Akane <3

As if she didn’t think you were admirable before-

Aoi always found you gorgeous, almost too beautiful to be with her- how were you not deemed the princess of the school? Really, she didn’t deserve such a title. It should have gone to you.

Your voice? Angelic. She could listen to you 24/7 if life allowed it. No matter how casual she is on the outside, her heart is constantly skipping beats around you, and she’s mentally all over the place. You’re so talented… so beautiful…… she admires you so much….

So, when she goes to your house and sees a few notes, pictures, and cute outfits in your room, she’s instantly curious. Has her beautiful girlfriend’s talent been discovered? In what? What’s up?

“Oh, well- I’m a singer.”

“:)???”

That’s literally her expression- her cute smile doesn’t falter, but her eyes and eyebrows show nothing but… confusion-? No, she knew you were amazing- she was just… caught off guard? How had she not realized it?

You grabbed a picture of you dressed up, and offered it to Aoi. And, honestly? Her admiration went 📈📈📈 if even possible.

“Why didn’t I find out sooner? That’s incredible, (Y/N)! You look amazing, that’s really incredible!”

Hold this moment dear to your heart, because it won’t be often that you catch her off guard and get her to be this excited. She’s genuinely gawking at the photo, asking you a bunch of questions, and looking at every picture you have around-

A princess (of the school) and an idol… it almost sounds like that Barbie movie- except the two of you are in love-

If you have concerts, you’d better believe she’s attending every. Single. One. Who knows how many she missed before realizing you were an idol!! She’s going, no matter what! Standing there, cheering almost uncharacteristically, and looking at you with such genuine love and admiration.

Watching you sing, be it in your room with her, or on the stage, is one of her favorite things. Your love and passion towards it is so sweet to her, and she can practically feel herself falling harder and harder when you’re singing. Your angelic face and voice… your overall stage presence. She almost envied it, in the kindest way possible- in a way where she only looked up to you more because of it.

Aoi listens to your music constantly after finding out. Genuinely, the moment she got home afterwards, she was searching for your music, creating an entirely new playlist for it. I don’t see her as the kind to make many playlists, so consider it a big honor.

As a singer/idol, you certainly already know how to take care of yourself, and probably have others to help with it. Still, Aoi is making sure more than anyone that you’re staying healthy and happy, and not overworking yourself. She’ll make you tea if your throat gets sore, give you massages if you’re sore, and will be ready to fight anyone if they dare push you past your limit. You’re her beautiful, lovely, amazing girlfriend, and she’s going to make absolutely sure that everyone treats you the way you deserve (and that way is like a queen).

Yashiro Nene <3

To be honest, she’s slightly less composed than Aoi. But, similarly to her, Yashiro thought you hung the moon even before she knew you were an idol.

As a hopeless romantic, she thought your relationship was enough of a fairytale. She and her beautiful, talented girlfriend- it was like a dream, really.

“Hm, (Y/N). She kind of looks like you,” Yashiro would say, pointing at a picture you had from a concert.

“Pff- that is me.”

“H… HUH-?”

Sits there, looking at the picture, then at you, repeatedly for a few seconds. “That’s- that’s really believable.”

Give her a few seconds, just trust me. Once you explain a bit more, showing more pictures and such, she’s practically bubbling. If you look closely, you’ll see the sparkles in her eyes as she brags on you. Calling you cool, telling you how beautiful you are, how beautiful you look on a stage, how proud she is, how talented you are!! She’s so impressed!!! She’s so swooned!!

Yashiro is instantly a superfan. Buys your music, goes to every concert- rambles about you to yourself, since she knows it’s still a secret- she doesn’t want to risk anyone knowing that her girlfriend is an idol… BUT THAT’S STILL SO COOL AHHHH,,,

She compares it to all the romance novels she’s read! Not only does she have a girlfriend, her girlfriend is an idol! It’s like those where the girl falls in love with a famous person- or a secret identity story! Or, even somewhat secret lovers?! She’s openly dating (Y/N), but she’s not openly dating (Y/N) the singer-!

S,,, sing to her. Do it, I dare you,,

Hearing your singing through her earbuds is one thing. At a concert is another. In person, sitting with her in your room, conversation slowly died out as you both pondered what to do. Cuddling alone was nice, but the moment you suggested you sing a bit of a song you liked, she was 100000000% down.

As soon as your angelic voice starts singing the first few words, she’s… there’s no word to describe what she is- flustered? So very in love?? Feeling like she’s dreaming??? On cloud 9?? Yashiro’s sitting there, side pressed against yours, her face practically on fire as her heart does all sorts of flips. In that moment, all she can think of is how cool you are, and how much she loves and admires you.

If you keep any of the dresses from concerts, please please, do a little dress-up with her,,,, let her try on the dresses, and put some on yourself. Even hold little “concerts” that consist of instrumentals to songs you two like, holding hairbrushes and dancing around your room, pretty dresses swishing around.

When the two of you are dueting like that, spin her around a bit, then pull her in for a kiss when the song ends, should you be feeling bold. The look on her face will be worth it more than anything ever was- her red face, as she attempts to hide her expression in your shoulder. “You- You can’t just do that, (Y/NNNNN).... W-well, actually you can… I didn’t mind, b-b-but-”

Sometimes, she catches herself humming your music, and listening to it when she’s feeling down or can’t sleep. Being around you is ideal, but she knows you can’t see her any time she wants to see you- if that were the case, you’d be with her constantly. So, on sleepless nights, or when her mind gets a little too noisy, hearing your beautiful voice singing such catchy songs can usually calm her down plenty. Or at least provide a lovely distraction <3

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ratsoh-writes · 2 years

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The character limit on asks cannot stop me from submitting my matchup request

I apologize in advance. I have dumb bitch don’t shut up disease. There’s nothing I can do 🤷‍♂️

The elephant in the room: I’m neurodivergent. A mix of adhd and autism. I was born with disabilities. I have Chairi type 2, I did get surgery as kid for it, and an auto-inflammatory disorder as the biggest in my life. Chronic migraines, joint and muscle pain, stomach issues etc. I take meds to help and try to keep up with low impact activities. I do get an injection for the auto-inflammatory disease and then botox and nerve blocks injections in my head and shoulders for intense muscle stiffness. Hurts like hell but it helps me a lot.

Personality: I’m quite low energy and quiet most of the time. I like familiarity and having to change how I do something stresses me out hard. I try to appear calm and sarcastic but I’m a lot more sensitive than what I want to admit. Rejection sensitivity dysphoria messes me up bad and I’m generally an anxious person. I do have a knack for analyzing things. I can get too involved the world’s problems with this but also pinpoint how someone feels and maybe why once I notice their pattern. I really want to make people happier. If a loved one asks me to jump, I’ll ask how high. As for humor, I adore stupid tumblr and gen z humor. Me and the boys DO go out looking for beans thank you for asking.

Hobbies: I love some existential games. Little Nightmares 1 and 2 are iconic. I could go on and on about the symbolism. Speaking of, once again I like to analyze. Media analysis is a fun pastime for me. As I said, I get into larger issues and I find different media’s are wonderful media for exploring them, specially horror. My new thing is horror podcasts. Archive 81 is my favorite rn. I’ve been trying to nurture my inner kid. I have plushies that I sleep with and ones that I attach to my bag to bring with me places. I wanna rewatch some childhood shows/movies like Monster High, Barbie, and Pokémon. I’ve been sewing and crocheting a lot. I made a stuffed whale with a starry looking yarn. Space whale ❤️. I draw and paint a ton. I like gauche, markers, pencils, and digital but I wanna go back to sketches. I like learning, it sounds so dumb but it’s true. I wanna go into a research field actually, specially with birds. I really like animals in general though. I have some dogs and cats and a bearded dragon. I have a sorts punk-cryptidcore-fairycore thing going on. I really expressing it through clothing and eye and lip makeup. I’m a big lipstick fan. I always wear it out. I like big and bold eyeshadow looks. I want to be soft and huggable while also looking like I came from hell.

Pet Peeves: If I say I’m busy or not in the mood, I really need that person to listen. I get into angry moods sometimes and just need to be left alone. I hate feeling like that and I despise snapping at people. Talking over me every time. I got in trouble a lot for interrupting so now I’m very cautious about it and I’d like the same. In the same vain, never listening to what I’m trying to say. I’m excited or invested in something and then they keep talking to someone else or looking at their phone. I have bad sensory issues. Don’t bother me about it. I can eat a sandwich one day and the next it makes sick. I don’t know why, don’t ask. I also can’t stand a variety of sounds. It doesn’t matter if it isn’t loud, I can hear it and it hurts.

Dealbreakers: I hate being brushed off when I’m upset. I rarely communicate it, so when I do it’s a leap of faith from my perspective. I don’t want to be told I’m being defensive or emotional or be left alone.

Values: I hate so much about the world currently, and a lot of it is how people don’t question things. Why is this necessary if it causes hurt? Do we need it? Can we alter it? I find a lot of good people agree on fixing things but don’t understand the deeper issues that cause them. I guess I really value compassion. From a scientific standpoint, humans got so far by being really good at taking care of each other. We took care of the sick and elderly and cared for babies and children. I want things to better for my younger siblings and their kids. I truly believe in silent rebellions and hope in dark places. I’m disabled, very very queer and a lot of my family are immigrants. I’m very proud. So many people and systems tried stop me but I’m still very alive. I think living as happily and indulgently as I can is the best F you to those people and systems.

Oh! I think I have it down with this one!

The boy I’m matching you with is…..

Papyrus!!! The cool man himself!!

What attracts papyrus to you is the fact that you never loose hope! You aren’t naive by any means, but you still see the good in humanity and want to add to that. Plus your creativity is a big bonus. Papyrus is usually attracted to the artsy people. Anyone who creates

He an amazing communicator and is so forgiving and compassionate. If you’re looking for a respectful boy, paps is your man. He’s good with quirky partners and rolls with it well. Especially if you’re willing to entertain his own quirks in return.

One thing about humans that he’s super jealous of is lips lol. Papyrus jokes about wishing he could feel his “hair” in the breeze, but if he had lips, you’d bet he’d be wearing lipstick every day too. He adores it when you wear yours and will pretend not to notice if you ever leave lipstick stains on his cheek lol

He doesn’t get gen z humor very well, but does enjoy the dirtier jokes. He won’t admit that though! Gotta keep up his good boy image!

#submission #matchups

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