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osaemu · 5 months

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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ FINDERS KEEPERS, LOSERS WEEPERS! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: the user "gojoslittleslut" tries to make a move on your boyfriend, but she doesn't stand a chance

contents: fem!reader. it's not too serious, nobody gets angry/jealous (except the comments lol). if u haven't already read the other streamer!gojo works u probably should so u understand the dynamic between satoru and his commenters !

author's note: reader is actually a mature person who doesn't pick fights with random ppl on the internet and i think we should all be more like her ꨄ︎

satoru leans back in his chair, idly chatting with people who pop up in his comments after he finishes his last round of the co-op game. his viewers are eager to chat, and some even shoot money satoru's way to draw his attention. whenever someone donates money, he gives them a quick shoutout and has a small back-and-forth with them, and he does that for everyone.

that is, until a user with a questionable username donates to his stream.

gojoslittleslut has donated $100.00!

gojoslittleslut: notice me pls

"shit, a hundred dollars?" satoru says, raising his eyebrows in mild surprise. "thanks, gojoslittl— oh, fuck, what is that?"

you look up from your laptop and see the way your boyfriend's cheeks have gone bright red. satoru laughs a bit nervously, so you get up and walk over, making sure to stay out of sight of the camera. you sit on satoru's desk beside his computer and peer at his screen curiously.

gojoslittleslut: im ur number one fan~

satoru's eyes flicker to yours for a second before he looks back at his monitor. "ah, well, thanks for the donation!" he replies, completely ignoring the user's advances.

suguru-geto: he has a gf ...

gojoslittleslut: yeah

gojoslittleslut: me

you cover your mouth to suppress a giggle, scrunching up your nose at satoru to let him know that you really weren't taking it too seriously. after all, it's just some random person on the internet—they don't stand a chance with your boyfriend.

satoru reaches over and takes your hand, twining his fingers with yours off-camera. he ignores the sudden burst of comments that litter the corner of his screen, instead watching you intently. in response, you roll your eyes playfully and blow him a kiss, snickering when satoru pretends to faint.

eventually, he turns back to his screen, cerulean eyes doing a quick once-over of his new comments.

toji-fushiguro: ill take his gf any day

inumaki: we know gtfo

gojoslittleslut: toji i get gojo and u take his girl. deal?

toji-fushiguro: bet

"alright guys, settle down," satoru huffs, rolling his eyes. "for the record, i still have a girlfriend and i don't plan on changing that anytime soon," he clarifies, addressing the current feud going on in his comments.

satoru's a good streamer—he does his best to keep things cordial and lighthearted with his audience, but he also knows his limits. one of his limits involves people trying to separate you and him, his one true pairing (of course satoru's otp is his own relationship).

your boyfriend leans closer to the screen and scowls good-naturedly, holding up the hand still wrapped around yours. "this isn't gonna change, so don't even think about it!"

satoru says his goodbyes and then ends the stream, turning to you with a sigh. "how down bad do you have to be to name yourself 'gojo's little slut?'" he grumbles, clicking through his stream analytics and finding the user. he opens gojoslittleslut's profile and studies it for a moment before hovering his mouse over the block button.

he leans back in his chair and tilting his chin up at you. "she just gave me a hundred dollars, so i kinda feel bad about blocking her," satoru muses, tapping his foot on the floor. he looks up at where you still sit on his desk, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. "c'mere," he mumbles, slipping his hands around your waist and hoisting you into his lap with a soft grunt.

satoru rests his chin on your shoulder and nudges his face into your neck, breath tickling your skin. "you know that i'm all yours, right?"

"of course i do," you murmur, settling into his arms. he's warm and comfortable, like always. satoru smiles warmly and kisses the side of your face, letting his lips linger.

"good. 'cause no fan account's ever gonna change that."

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delcakoo · 11 months

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So not sure if those short fics are wonki only but i was hoping you’d write on hee seeing you wear another members hoodie pls? Ty!

LOL i write for everyone but my anons seem to be wonki biased,, (jus like me tho)

“hee, i was trying to watch someth-mmph,” your boyfriend’s lips cut yours off rudely, similarly to his body that crushes yours as he wraps around you like a koala.

“netflix can wait, no?” he mumbles against your jaw, sharp nose digging into the soft skin of your cheek. “boyfriend’s first.”

sighing in defeat, your phone is thrown lazily across the couch before you’re returning heeseung’s embrace, smiling at the content groan he releases once your arms encase him. he’s milliseconds from moving back up and sneaking another kiss, only for his peripheral vision to slowly fall across a seemingly new, unidentifiable green hoodie covering your torso.

he frowns; it definitely isn’t his, and you usually tell him when you get new clothes..

meanwhile — waiting rather impatiently for the kiss he initiated first — your brows furrow. “what?”

not offering a response, heeseung cranes his neck down to sniff the soft material, frowning when the comfort of your scent is nowhere to be found. “baby, where’d you get this?” he inquires, tone laced in utter confusion.

you blink, shrugging absentmindedly. “it was just.. lying on the floor. finders keepers, losers weepers.”

he immediately pouts, bambi eyes turning down sulkily as he grips onto the hoodie’s sleeve. “baby,” he repeats in a whine, “my room is only a few steps away. this looks like jake’s.”

“well.. i was tired and cold and you took too long making snacks.” you attempt to defend yourself, despite knowing damn well your boyfriend may as well break the record for fastest ramen-maker after the countless times he’s served you both.

either way, heeseung spares your pathetic rebuttal, instead squirming out of your arms to pace over to his bedroom with quick strikes and a determined huff. the whole time, you send him whines and complaints from the couch, scolding him for leaving the cuddle session early — even more so when he disappears behind the door accompanied by noisy clacks of coat hangers knocking each other.

“finally,” you grumpily announce once he returns, arms extending to make grabby hands along the way. however, when you try to pull him back onto the couch, the bastard moves away, pointing at the purple hoodie in his grasp stubbornly.

“nuh-uh, hoodie off first,” heeseung demands.

“but hee, i want—“

unfortunately, you’re interrupted once more by a strict glare. “you can have cuddles when you aren’t wearing my bandmates clothes.”

his stubbornness always wins, apparently. as you accept defeat, you roll your eyes while yanking the material over your head. “so dramatic..“

heeseung doesn’t seem to mind your jab, much too busy smiling cutely as you pull his hoodie on instead, snickering at how it looks way bigger than usual. even more so when you expectedly gaze up at him, opening your arms and humming when he falls into them at last.

suddenly, heeseung’s spinning around so you’re the one perched up on his lap, deer-like eyes scanning over you in adoration. “there’s my baby,” he pecks your lips through mumbles, thumb rubbing your cheek to enhance his affection. “so pretty in my clothes.”

your lips descend to gently find a home against his neck — though you never admit it’s really to hide the blush arising from his words. “yours is more comfy, n’ it smells like you.”

he grins, a veiny hand moving up to run through your hair. “good. i plan to pull the hyung-card and make sure no hoodies are lying around here except mine from now on.”

you can only laugh, despite knowing that he’s not exactly joking.

hi loves my exam-fried brain produced this so i apologize for any errors <\3

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anarchy-and-piglins · 7 months

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"I know it's probably not as good as whatever your private chef could cook up for you," Phil says. "But I promise there's no poison in it or anything."

"Great," Techno mutters and picks up a fork. They got rid of the zip ties, so that's an improvement. He's not as thrilled about having his leg chained to the wall. The reach is far enough that he can walk around the room pretty easily. But he wouldn't be able to walk out the door, even if it wasn't locked. Which it always is.

Phil sits on the other chair across from him and pretends to tap away on his phone. Actually, he keeps glancing at Techno every few seconds in an almost calculated way. Techno doesn't like it - it reminds him of the way some politicians would look at his Dad during debates.

After picking at the food for a minute and wondering if Phil's use of the word "poison" was deliberate and the food could still be drugged with sedatives or something, Techno puts some of it in his mouth. It's pretty good, but that might also be because he hasn't eaten anything for two days and is starved.

Phil smiles pleasantly at him.

Techno looks at his plate. "They haven't paid, have they?" he asks.

Phil's smile doesn't fall. If he wasn't already kidnapping the children of high-profile senators as his job, the guy might have a decent career in poker.

"Nope." Phil crosses his arms on the table. "Are you going to say 'I told you so' now?"

There's a challenge in those eyes, cold and blue. Techno knows he should not mess with the person who has a gun and blood still stuck under his nails.

Yet, he can't help himself.

"Nah. But for the record, I did tell you so."

Phil's grin gets impossibly wider. "You did."

Techno puts the fork down. Maybe he isn't as hungry as he thought.

"Are you going to kill me then?"

Phil stares at him. Stares through him almost. Thinking hard about the answer.

Techno realizes he's not scared. Or maybe he is - he's scared Phil will say no.

“Not yet,” Phil answers eventually. “Sometimes people need a little… encouragement. To make the right decisions.”

“What, are you going to cut my fingers off one by one and send them to my parents?” Techno chuckles, dry and without humor. “You should know that will just have the opposite effect.”

Phil’s expression does not change, eerily calm. But there is more intensity when he looks at Techno then, a burning curiosity. Like everything will depend on Techno’s response to his next question. “How so?”

“A damaged heir won’t be any use to them.”

Clearly, that was the right answer.

“I think I’ll go down and have a little one-on-one with them then,” Phil says as he pushes back his chair and stands up. “They can give me their final answer to my face.”

Techno sits up straighter. He feels incredibly helpless, watching Phil head to the door with no way to stop him. “And what if they still refuse to pay?”

“If they tell me to fuck off, that’s fine.” Phil pulls the gun from his waistband. “You know what they say. Finder’s keepers and all.”

(same AU as this one)

#technoblade #philza #dark sbi #shara writes

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jayburdxx · 2 months

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imagine the league finding a baby in the trash and deciding to just.. take it home.

Kurogiri: you cannot just claim a random child as your own.

Toga, snuggling it: but look at their little chubby cheeks!!!! and their big eyes!!!

Twice: and their little hands!!! how can hands be so little?????

Compress: were we supposed to just leave it in the trash?

Dabi, shrugging: finders keepers. not like anyone else wanted it.

Shigaraki: just for the record, i didn't agree to this. toga don't you fucking dare touch me with that thing

Toga, shoving the baby towards Shigaraki : c'mon tomura, just hold them a second!!!

Shigaraki, terrified: GET IT AWAY FROM ME

Dabi: yup, we're keeping it.

Kurogiri: sighs

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #league of villains #lov #lov headcanons #shigaraki is terrified of children

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artists-ally · 6 months

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{Train Wreck Pt. 2 Teaser}

Sooooo the next part for Train Wreck miiiggghhtttt be 12,000 words and I'm not done yet ahahaha- time for a little teaser!! Enjoy!

tagging: @librafairy @needylilgal022 @blessthepizzaman @cyrygher

Pt. 1 here!!

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“Now, stand here and smile.”

“That’s it?”

“For my sake, yes, that’s it. Don’t talk to anyone, just be quiet,” Cassian squared his shoulders as he stood next to Rhys and Feyre. Nesta was on his left, me on his right.

“Eye eye, captain buzz-kill.”

He rolled his eyes.

“You certainly do like getting under his skin,” Azriel’s voice chilled my spine.

“It certainly is another one of my favorite hobbies,” I responded, smiling as a woman and her older husband walked by, shaking Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel’s hands.

“Along with the pick pocketing and hot-wiring?”

Just to prove how fucking capable I was, I carefully reached down, effortlessly removing his watch from his left wrist. I held it up in front of his face, dangling it like a carrot. His eyes widened and he looked from his empty wrist to the watch in my hand.

“A rolex? A little… basic, don’t you think? Certainly this one could sell for a few hundred thousand?”

“Give that back,” he lowered his voice, and I smirked.

“Finders keepers.”

“Now.” He was so easily ruffled. I had found a weakness of his; he did not like it when I touched his stuff.

I placed the hunk of metal into his open palm and he put it on with a clenched jaw. “Insult my skills again and I’ll make sure the cash is deposited into my bank account before you even realize the watch is missing.”

“You’re quick, I’ll admit that,” he still whispered. “But we both know that you hide behind a mask to cover up the fact that you lack any level of human decency.”

Now that fucking stung. “Who the hell are you to tell me about human decency? And what the hell happened to the whole ‘we got off on the wrong foot’ shit? Your words, not mine.”

The muscles in his jaw clenched as well as his fists. It was immediately wiped away as another guest approached. But when he was gone, his mouth was open again.

“Fine, you got me there. Are you having a good time?”

“Do you honestly think I am?”

“I honestly don’t care,” he scoffed, eyes locking with mine when I stuck my tongue out at him. “You seriously need a lesson in etiquette.”

“And you seriously need a lesson in how to not be a douchebag,” I quipped, catching the attention of the couple that walked in front of us. I mouthed a ‘sorry’.

Azriel’s shoulders shook with a suppressed laugh. “You really don’t know how to be subtle, do you?” “It’s not exactly in my play book,” I responded, plastering a fake smile on my lips. “And for the record, I know how to have some class.”

“You sure? Because you look more like you belong across the street.” He was referring to Midnight’s Shadow. And he was not subtle about the way he looked at my outfit. As much as I didn’t want to shiver at the gaze, I couldn’t help it. It made me feel guilty, especially when I saw Mor quickly stepping into line next to Azriel on the other side.

“And I do. I’m far better at drinking and dancing than I am at pretending to be interested in this fucking sleep fest.”

Azriel grumbled another laugh, his voice deep. “The festivities are actually quite entertaining. All the old ladies flock to the bingo room the second it’s open. And the poker tournament is always fun to watch.”

“Do you have to already be registered to play?” My devious little brain was thinking about getting in on the action.

“No, why?” He asked.

“Because I might want to join them,” I shrugged. “What else is there to do?”

“You can play poker? I’ve barely seen you able to control your hair let alone your facial expressions,” Azriel jabbed, gesturing to the mess at the back of my head.

“I have an amazing bluff. See? My poker face is already on, I’m standing here pretending to be civil with you when I really want to kick you to the fucking ground.”

Maybe a touch too hard. But his lips curled into a smile and I didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked to my mouth. Again. “Such a wicked, testy thing.”

#train wreck #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #azriel acotar #azriel spymaster #acotar fanfiction #azriel x oc #azriel x ofc #acotar fanfic

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everydaym0nstrosity · 16 days

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145 Of The Best Avantgarde/Experimental Record Labels Of All Time

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 years

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The Interview Series: Agree to Disagree - Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Not all opinions in this oneshot reflect my own views

Summary: After working on an animated movie together, you finally get to meet your co-star and find out exactly how much you agree on.

Pairing: Chris Evans x British!Actress!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Fluff! Dialogue Heavy! Mention of current political climate!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You had to admit you were slightly nervous this morning. It was the first day of the UK press tour and today was the first day you’d be meeting your co-star. Because that was the way with animated movies, you’d spend your time in the recording booth all alone with only the director and technicians. Sometimes you’d hear your co-star's voice if they’d already taped their section of the conversation, but you’d never meet them.

So far during the press tour, you’d either been alone for the interviews, or you’d been with other members of the cast. You’d yet to meet your fellow lead actor, the guy who voiced your character's love interest, the one and only Chris Evans.

You had to admit you had a teeny tiny crush on the man that once played Captain America, and you were worried that he’d never meet the expectations you had in your head because they do say never meet your heroes. Yet you were pleased to report that Chris lived up to every expectation, he was the perfect gentleman and you’ve never had so much fun doing interviews. And this was him suffering from Jetlag, leaving you to wonder what he’d be like fully energised.

In the few hours you’d spent together, it felt like you’d already established some good foundations for a friendship, however that could be about to crumble with the next interview.

“is it weird that I feel nervous?” you say as you sit down at the agree to disagree table.

Chris chuckles as he sits down “why are you nervous?” he asks.

“I mean we’ve only known each other a day, what if we end up disagreeing over something that destroys this friendship,” you say gesturing between the two of you.

“you guys have only just met?” the director of the shoot asks surprised.

“Yeah, that’s the thing with animated movies, you do all your parts alone and don’t meet anyone until the press or the premier” Chris explains nodding his head.

“Yeah and I had to skip the LA premier because I was so poorly, I think I ate some dodgy plane food,” you say with a small grimace.

“It's a good thing these guys know how to pull together a good cast, imagine if you had to do press with a diva or something,” Chris says shaking his head.

“well….” You say your voice high as you tilt your head side to side.

“oh is that how it is?” Chris asks laughing, you just smirk and wink back at him.

“okay we’ll start off easy: stealing movie set props is totally normal” the director reads out “3, 2, 1”

Both you and Chris instantly move your glasses over to the strongly agree sections of the table.

“I mean I haven’t done it myself” you smirk making Chris laugh “but I mean if somehow things find their way back to my place then who am I to say anything?” you say holding your hands up.

“Totally, I mean I’m just into theft in general” Chris states shrugging his shoulder.

“yeah I mean finder’s keepers” you laugh, Chris nodding along with you.

“what have you stolen?” the director asks.

“Everything!” Chris says shaking his head.

“hearts, mind and souls” you laugh.

Chris grins nodding his head “oh yeah definitely hearts” he smirks.

“okay next one: I am excellent at karaoke” the director reads out.

You move your glass straight to the strongly disagree while Chris moves his to the agree section.

“whoa, whoa, whoa hold up! I call bullshit!” Chris exclaims pointing to your glass.

“I am terrible! Absolutely terrible!” you laugh shaking your head.

“no you are not,” Chris says pointing over at you “I’ve seen that video of in that karaoke bar with Scarlett”

“she showed you that!” you exclaim in disbelief.

“Yup, and you brought the house down!” Chris exclaims “you can sing, very well in fact, much better than me”

You shake your head in disbelief, not only at the fact Scarlett showed him that video, but that he remembered it well enough to bring it up and compliment you’re singing abilities.

“she’s a traitor, I will be having words” you state shaking your head.

“Next question: the US office is better than the UK office” the director reads out.

Once again you and Chris are on opposite sides of the table, you firmly on strongly disagree while he’s on strongly agrees.

“well you’re just wrong” Chris states shaking his head.

“no I’m not, the OG office will always be superior, I’ll admit the US office is better than other copycat shows but you guys just don’t understand our humour and repeatedly murder our beloved shows” you argue.

“isn’t imitation the best form of flattery?” Chris points out, arching a brow.

“Not when you take everything that’s good and completely disregard it, and create the monstrosities you guys make” you state firmly.

Chris nods his head “agree to disagree?” he asks holding his hand out.

You throw your head back laughing “deal” you say shaking his hand.

“Next question, Captain America has the suit of any superhero” the director reads out.

You move your glass to the agree, while Chris moves his to disagree.

“I have to disagree, of course, I’m a little biased, but we have to play by our truths” Chris starts “it's not the best suit”

“I mean it's not the best overall but I think it’s a pretty good suit” you argue.

“it’s the suit that's best for him, and it works for him, but if we’re measuring against all the avengers, it's not the best suit, they’re all better than his” Chris says shaking his head.

“I guess, does good things for your tooshie though” you point out making Chris laugh.

“my tooshie?” he laughs.

“Yup,” you nod smiling back at him.

“Next question: American football is better than Rugby” the director reads out

You and Chris move your glasses to opposite ends of the table, him strongly agreeing, you strongly disagreeing.

“I mean of course we’ve grown up watching different sports, and I just don’t understand American football, you don’t even use your feet!” you say.

Chris laughs shrugging his shoulders “I mean nobody’s perfect”

“I did use to preach that American football was more dangerous but then I did see a six nations match, and all these guys are massive and the tackles are insane” Chris explains.

“yeah they could rip you in half, and we don’t wear any padding” you point out.

“True, true” Chris nods “I just grew up on American football and I don’t understand Rugby enough to enjoy it,” Chris says shrugging his shoulders.

“Exactly, and I think with any sport if you don’t understand the rules of it, you will never enjoy it” you agree.

“Definitely, tell you what, let's watch them together and explain the rules to each other” Chris suggests pointing between the two of you.

“deal” you nod shaking his hand.

“Next question: A difference in political views is a red flag,” the director says.

You keep your glass on the neutral line while Chris moves his to the agree “I think this is kinda the UK vs US again” you say gesturing to the glasses “cause here in the UK while there is a political divide, its nothing like the US”

“Right,” Chris says nodding along.

“Like I have liberal political views, but some of my best friends are tory voters, we have different views of how the country should be run and where the money should go but when it comes to the big things like basic human rights we generally agree” you explain “that being said I would never be able to date someone who’s political views infringe on people’s basic human rights, abortion and gay rights”

“yeah I completely agree with that, small differences are fine but with issues like that you kinda have to agree if you wanna move forward together,” Chris says nodding his head.

“okay we’ll go a little lighter for the next one: the British accent is the sexiest” the director reads out.

“I don’t think we’ve agreed once,” you say as you move your glass to disagree and Chris moves his to agree.

Chris laughs shaking his head “only once so far, but I mean your accent is pretty sexy I have to say” he says his voice deepening as he leans forward.

“I mean I guess it’s alright,” you say shrugging your shoulders.

“It's very sophisticated, but not I poop on a golden toilet posh,” Chris says making you laugh loudly.

“Thanks, but saying British accent is too broad, and not all of them are sexy,” you say shaking your head “you have the scouse, Geordie, Brummie, west country accents that are generally a lot harsher and less melodic than the British accent you hear on screen, I mean I know I hide a lot of my accent because it doesn’t translate well to screen” you explain.

“Really?” Chris asks surprised.

“Yeah I mean I wasn’t born there but I spent a lot of my life in the west country, so you pick up phrases and pronunciations, if I spend too much time over there I go full farmer” you chuckle.

“Now that is something id like to see” Chris laughs.

“And I mean your accent,” you say before whistling “damn sexy, it's no wonder they cast you in this movie,” you say making Chris laugh loudly.

“Okay, last one: cats are better than dogs,” the director says, both you and Chris moving your glasses to the disagree.

“hey look we’re finally agreeing again!” you exclaim pointing to the glasses.

Chris smiles warmly over at you, nodding his head “I’m not gonna strongly disagree because I respect cats, they’re beautiful animals but I’d rather have a dog”

“same, I feel like a dog just wants to be your friend while you really have to work with cats, gain their respect,” you say nodding your head.

“which is respectable, to be honest, gotta earn their trust,” Chris says nodding his head.

“exactly, but even then, you can feed them every day of their lives and they still don’t wanna be in the same room as you” you point out shaking his head.

“Yeah, they’re assholes” Chris states making you laugh loudly.

The director then called cut, allowing you and Chris to stand back up and start making your way offset.

“Okay I have one more question,” Chris says putting his hand on your arm to stop you “I enjoy spending time with the person next to me, and want to spend more time together”

You smile up at him “strongly agree”

“good me too, follow up question I want to spend my time after the premier tonight getting drinks with the person opposite me” Chris grins looking down at you, his eyes making you melt.

“strongly, strongly agree” you grin nodding your head, biting your lower lip slightly.

“Great, it’s a date” Chris winks.

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trevlad-sounds · 5 months

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Tuesday 12 December Mixtape 404 “Hollow Procession EXCLUSIVE”

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Trevlad Sounds-Welcome in you wonderful listener 00:00

Timothy Fife-The Procession 00:31

Time Rival-Substrate 06:33

Birds-Ritualistic Healing 08:50

The Home Current-False Shelter 14:20

Pabellón Sintético-Radioactivity 18:04

HHNOI-Soft Walls 22:05

Caught In Joy-You + Me = Magic 26:14

David Slowing-DADACECE 32:19

Deadly Avenger-Sadness Apart 36:55

The Starlights-Mao Man 39:04

Ogre, Dallas Campbell-Opening Credits 41:33

2xirtam-Reflected World 43:27

Kösmonaut-Caramel Sky 50:31

World Molecules-WALKING HOME IN A SNOW STORM 53:29

Wojciech Golczewski-She Comes 57:27

Patrick Cowley, Jeanie Tracy-Low Down Dirty Rhythm 1:00:57

Holy Hive-Love It Is Not Love 1:08:39

The Eyes and the Mistoids-Aleph-Null 1:12:10

Moskva-Kassiopeya-Prophecy 1:17:47

Remote Guest List-Turkana 1:22:19

Disasterpeace-Falling to Earth 1:29:18

Gy0-Death Is Real 1:29:37

Monokle-Ultraflowers 1:36:57

Abu Ama + BedouinDrone-Idris 1:42:04

Glenn Fallows, Mark Treffel-Calico Suite 1:48:31

Tarotplane-Coming Of The Comet Kohoutek 1:52:19

SPARKLE DIVISION-Foxy 1:54:36

Dark Fidelity Hi Fi-Suburban Hollow 1:57:46

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betterthanbatman1 · 1 year

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What childhood things do you see each bat kid collecting? (for example- silly pens, glow in the dark stars, silly bands, classified government records, etc.)

Thanks for the ask-I love this! I am guilty of collecting silly little things :)

Dick: Fidget toys. Bruce bought him some because the child needed them okay. Dick batKID! era had murder on his mind and ‘ugh Toys are for babies, Bruce!!’ He secretly loved them and still uses them all the time (he gave some to Damian too)

Jason: Rocks 🪨. What can I say? He’s a cool kid who collects cool rocks. Little Jason walking from a baseball game holding Bruce’s hand only to pull away and turn around because ‘Cmon B you just walked past a really cool rock!!!’

Cass: Glow in the dark stars. She loved to look up at the stars on the ceiling and the wall, this is where she felt peaceful. She sometimes lies down on the floor beside Duke and they stay there in silence or Duke tells her about the latest video game he’s been playing. Also silly pens because underneath the cowl she’s a softie. Her favourite is a black pen with a fluffy pink topper that has one googley eye on it (the second eye fell off but it’s perfect!)

Duke: Marbles. He swears he knows the rules of the game okay! Besides they’re really pretty and he can make them glow. He almost set fire to one of the cushions by manipulating the light through the glass, but don’t tell Alfred. He also collected metal bottle caps- bonus points for turning them into cool pin badges.

Steph: Clothing tags. Not the ugly ones that have fine print on it. The ones that have the company logo on it. Also random sewing materials like pieces of ribbon and buttons because ‘You never know when you’ll be in a fashion crisis!!’ Also Snow globes because I’m indecisive and she deserves a nice Snow globe.

Tim: Definitely classified government records. He accidentally found them okay! Finders keepers. The government still don’t know they’re missing. He’d also collects sticks from the Manor Gardens and gives one to someone he loves. Bruce cried when he was handed a stick- Selina was very confused.

Damian: Animal stickers. When he was in the League of Assassins, they’d get food come in for their animals, the packaging would come with an animal sticker that Damian would keep. Dick found his collection and Damian was embarrassed and swore him to secrecy. Dick bought him a 100 sticker animal book after that.

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soulmusicsongs · 1 year

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Lost Island - Gökçen Kaynatan (Gökçen Kaynatan, 2017)

#Soul #Soul Music #Soul Music Songs #Music #Music Songs #Lost Island #Instrumental #Finders Keepers Records #Gökçen Kaynatan #2017 #Youtube

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ceescedasticity · 10 months

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Considering this question with regard to the Nauglamír:

If the treasure belongs to the original owners or their heirs, then it belonged to Galadriel or possibly Gil-galad.

If the treasure belongs to whoever killed the dragon, then it belonged to Túrin; after Túrin's death Húrin could make a claim in his name. By this interpretation Húrin was within his rights to give the necklace to Thingol and Thingol thereafter owned it.

If it's finders keepers, then Mîm owned it until his death. Since Mîm had no surviving connections it's not clear who it should have gone to after that, but it's not a good look for Húrin to take it even assuming he was not in the wrong to kill Mîm.

The 'whoever killed the dragon' take would probably also support the Silmaril of Beren and Lúthien rightfully belonging to them and therefore Thingol — substitute 'got the better of the Dark Lord' for 'killed the dragon'. Close enough.

Under none of these interpretations do the dwarves of Nogrod have much of a claim on it. However, under the first and third Thingol definitely does not have any right to it and it's some degree of offensive he's claiming to, so I can see an argument that it should be returned to the manufacturers for safekeeping at least temporarily.

—The dwarves aren't recorded as having claimed it on those grounds, and only doing so after the Silmaril was attached would be suspect anyway, but I can see that argument.

[Side note: Regardless of rightful ownership, if I were Galadriel, and I was in Doriath, and Thingol started wearing a famous piece of jewelry which belonged to my late brother who died on a quest Thingol set, with the prize of the quest set in it, I would not be in Doriath much longer even if the prize in question were significantly less dangerous than a Silmaril.]

#i think for me this is the latest plausible point at which galadriel could have left doriath #a tolkien tag #unsolicited fandom opinions

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otterandterrierwrites · 3 months

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For the WIP asks, tell us about “Leia understands Chewie” and/or “chocolate bar theft thing” please?

“Leia understands Chewie” - The idea is that Han assumes Leia doesn't understand Shyriiwook because not many humans do, so he starts translating Chewie for her and Luke automatically. But Leia does in fact understand Shyriiwook, and she starts noticing that Han's translations are not always faithful. And this is not a big deal when it's just like, Han getting to the point or not translating the comments that are meant for him, but then she realizes he omits some very... interesting comments.

I only have 300 words of this written and forgot where I was going with it other than the general idea lol 😂 Here's a snippet from the beginning:

One of the many injustices of life was that everybody was supposed to know Basic, but nobody from the Core was expected to know any other languages. And if you didn’t speak Basic, well, you might as well not speak at all. As a result, it wasn’t unusual for people to openly communicate with each other in their first language in the presence of someone from the Core, when it was clear that the person didn’t have a clue about—or an attending protocol droid to tell them—what was being said. A Princess, even one from the Core, wasn’t just any person, though. Leia Organa’s extensive education had included a basic knowledge of several languages from around the galaxy, including Shyriiwook. Sure, she might have slightly altered her diplomatic records to claim a fluency she didn’t have—she really needed to get approved for a mission, at the time—but she still understood plenty. Enough to know that Han Solo was bullshitting her.

“chocolate bar theft thing” - This is a ridiculous thing about Han and Leia fighting over a chocolate bar that someone might have given Leia but Han decides to take as payment, and Leia decides to take it back. I have nearly 800 words of this, and it wasn't supposed to be a big fic anyway but... I also forgot where I was going with it 🙈

‘Will you give that back? It’s mine, I came to retrieve it,’ Leia said, taking a step towards him, but Han held the package up high. She glared at him. ‘Finders, keepers, sweetheart. How did you get this, by the way?’ ‘I found it. Which makes it mine.’ ‘Ah, but then you understand why finding it makes me mine. So weird, thought we weren’t bringing any luxury comestibles other than that cheap cocoa mix. Where would you find this?’ Han angled the rectangle down and pretended to examine it thoroughly. ‘This is a fine almond chocolate bar you found. Unless… you stole it when I wasn’t watching?’ ‘How dare you,’ Leia hissed. ‘I didn’t steal it. I told you, I found it, and it’s mine.’ ‘Or maybe somebody gave it to you?’ Han asked, ignoring her. ‘Maybe our little supplier fellow?’ ‘So what? It would only make it more rightfully mine.’ Han tapped his chin with his free hand, looking thoughtful. ‘Now why would she have given you a fancy chocolate bar…?’ Leia threw her arms out in the air. ‘Maybe she went through my entire records and found out I’m a huge chocolate fan, since it’s such a unique preference.’

Thank you!! <3

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#asks #lajulie24 #wips #wip: leia understands chewie #wip: chocolate bar theft

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