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zyafics · 9 days

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headspace | rafe cameron

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

summary when rafe hasn't seen you in twenty-four hours, he comes over to your house to check on you.

reader type academic weapon, burnout from studying (me), anxious, cries from being overwhelmed and pushes people away when busy

content (1.0k words) fluff, suggestive tone near the end, rafe trying to be a good boyfriend, math (yuck!)

credit inspired by this post by @winterrrnight (definitely check out her stuff!! 💘)

zya's notes was this purely self-indulgent? maybe. but it was a good writing break for me before i get back to linear algebra myself.

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚

"What are you doing here?" You accuse, opening your bedroom door to discover your boyfriend standing behind it.

"I'm here to see you." Rafe says, taking in your appearance. You're wearing a borrowed tee of his, the name of his fraternity plastered in Greek letters, with shorts that's barely seen under the long material. "I've been texting you all day."

"You have?" You ask, your voice softening from the sharp undertone of your accusation. You're just so tired. "My phone's been on DND."

"Why?" He lets out a dry chuckle. He doesn't like the fact that you’ve been ignoring him. "You fuckin' someone?"

That earns him a scowl and Rafe knows he messed up when you pull on the doorknob, closing the limited space that allows him to see and enter your bedroom. "I'm not in the mood, Rafe. How'd you get in?"

He swallows hard. "Your mom let me in."

"She's home?" Your brows furrow together. You've lost track of time. You've been so busy that you didn't even hear your parents coming back from work. "Shit, what time is it?"

You abandon your post at the entryway and search for your phone in the messy covers of your bed. When you check the time, your heart drops. It's nearing midnight.

Rafe quietly slips into your room with his hands in his pockets and searches the place. He admits the first signs he looked for was the presence of another man. That you, in the twenty-four hours since he last saw you, have decided that he wasn't enough and that you found someone else. Instead, what he uncovers is your textbooks sprawled all over the floor, crinkled up sheets of papers surrounding your trashcan and your laptop and tablet propped on your desk with mathematical symbols and equations on the screen.

You weren't out finding his replacement. You were studying.

Your heart is racing, trying to figure out what to do next. You didn't even realize Rafe slipped to your side till his hand catches your wrist and pulls your attention away from your darkened phone screen.

"Hey." Rafe whispers, noticing the panic on your features. "Have you been studying all day? When was the last time you ate?"

Momentarily drawn away from your thoughts, you search your brain for an answer only to recall a distant memory of some yogurt and granola.

"I don't know." You admit. Your chest tightening at the look of concern that flashes across his face. "I can't think about that right now."

"You can't think about food?" He repeats, incredulous. "You're the one who's always trying to get me to try new places."

He was trying to make you laugh, relax, but all it does is set your lips into a flat line. He really is not living up to the role of good boyfriend right now.

"I have a huge exam coming up in two days and I still don't understand a single concept. And it's midnight." You explain, your breathing growing more rapidly as the realization dawns on you. "I shouldn't have gone out with you yesterday, I knew that, but I went when I should’ve stayed in—"

"Hey, hey." He shushes you, his hands sliding up to your shoulders. He knows you're about to descend into a spiral right now. He can't let it happen. "Look at me."

You do.

"It's going to be okay. You're a smart girl, you're going to figure it out."

You shake your head, not believing him, to the point that you're pushing away from his touch, reeling back as if you don't deserve his comfort. "No, Rafe, it's not. It's worth 20% of my grade and I can't recall a single thing. I've been studying all day and I feel like I'm about to go insane because I don't get it. I have never not gotten something this bad before."

You can't stop the tears from welling in your eyes, your bottom lip trembling. First and foremost, you can't believe you're crying over math right now but the emotions are too strong to ignore—you feel like you're about to combust.

"Baby." Rafe begins softly, taking a step forward and pulling you back in. You try to resist but his grip is too strong and you like being in his embrace. Even if you don't deserve it. "Take a breath. Come on, let's take a break."

"I can't." Your voice cracks, a tear falling down your cheek and wetting his shirt. "I actually think I'm going to fail and it scares me."

Rafe knows you always cared about your academics. Way more than he does. But, it's one of the things he admires about you. That fact that you're so smart, that you manage to fall for a guy like him. He doesn't know of any way to help in that department, but fuck if he isn't going to try.

"Alright, how about this?" Rafe pulls apart, the loss of touch causes you to whimper, but his hand tucks under your chin and lifts your gaze to meet his. "We're going to get somethin' to eat. Any place you want, I don't care how far, and I'll drive."

You open your mouth to counter but he cuts you off. "Then, we're going to come back here and I'll help you study. All night if I have to. We're going to figure this out together, okay?"

The plan sounds appealing but you're still hesitant. "You don't know anything about linear algebra."

"Fuck, baby, you can teach me." He states, causing a small smile to rise on your lips. That makes him proud. "Isn't that the best way to learn? When the student become the teacher?"

"Are you saying you're my teacher?" You tilt your head, teasing him. He loves that you're coming to yourself again.

He lowers himself to your level, stopping next to the shell of your ear. "I'm about to teach you a lesson if you don't get a move on." He murmurs, lightly slapping your ass and releasing you in one-go. You let out a little yelp, jumping back.

He tips his head to your closet. "Get change. We got shit to do."

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lovelykhaleesiii · 4 months

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Brains & Barbie!

PAIRING: Michael Gavey x fem!BIMBO!Reader

WORDS: 1,515.

SUMMARY: Polar opposites attract right? It’s science. Who knew you would fall so helplessly in love with the math geek of the century…

WARNINGS: female receiving (fingering), swearing, degradation kink, some praise kink, edging, cum play, p in v sexual intercourse, swearing.

A/N - it has been a hot minute since I wrote for an Ewan character, so forgive me I’m a little rusty.

this fic is dedicated to my soul sister @sahvlren as it was her bday recently, and she requested this specifically. I love you so very much, and am so thankful to have you as my dearest friend, boo. one day we shall meet, but for now we get freaky online! enjoy xoxox

+++ in light of the recent drama unfolding in this hellsite, I thought some good ole' smut would do no harm, right?

forgive me I shall edit this properly, but I must sleep for my night shift lol

You weren't exactly the perfect pair to exist, nor would any like minded person think it best to put you two together in a roo, let alone become intimate. And yet, so effortlessly you both meshed rather well...Michael, your "Norman No Mates" boyfriend [as he enjoyed putting it], was quite a mathematical genius. His family were somewhat stable and well off, however, he rejoiced in the idea that he worked his way into the academy, where as your situation was quite the opposite. Your father had attended Oxford and graduated, as did your grandfather, who also sponsored and funded many of its restorations and renovations. The ancient establishment owed many of its complexes to your family name, and hence, granted you a position in their literature field, warranted you did try to maintain your grades above a credit average, trimming it with a pass even...

You had tipsily stumbled upon Michael at some college party: he stood by some dark corner, a drink in hand and the other in his pocket, before you had ignorantly walked into him, mindless to your surroundings from intoxication. You had either gone to refill your drink or was seeking the bathroom [you struggle to remember the fine details of the night you had met], laughing obnoxiously at some joke your friend had uttered, before walking into the man that would ultimately make you weak in your knees.

"S-Sorry-" You softly slurred, spilling your drink on the floor, a droplet landing on your heel.

At first it sounded as though an apparent swear seemingly seethed between his curved lips, halting himself before cursing you further, as he adjusted his thin framed spectacles, marvelling at you.

"Y-You alright, love?"

The next thing you knew, you found yourself hot and heavy, heated bodies, grinding against one another, as Michael teased and etched his impressively long cock, at your silky folds. His mouth latched to your unmissable cleavage, as he suckled on your breasts like a new born babe to its mother's teat.

No man had ever made you feel more desired, and yet a fool at his beck and call. He uttered despicable taunts and jabs at you, whilst simultaneously, worshipping the ground you strut on.

"The sluttiest girl on campus just couldn't resist the cock of a geek, huh? Making her even more stupid than she is, look at you... Pathetic baby."

His words stung a compelling sensation, and yet you craved for more of his undivided attention. And seemingly, Michael granted you every fathomable bit he could muster. You were the girl beyond his dreams, needless to say, he never thought he even stood a chance with any girl, of that matter. And he as a man, beyond your tastes. However, the tension was palpable between you two, the chemistry undeniable.

You often found yourself unwittingly seeking his company, even risking your privilege in the confines of his dorm...

"How long left, Mikey. I'm s'bored!" You whinge, as you fidget and reposition yourself sprawled on your boyfriend's single-sized bed. Flinging your flip phone to the side, without a care for consequences [your parents would simply purchase a new one for you]. Despite being in somewhat sheerly covered attire, your ass cheeks just peaking through beneath your skirt, Michael barely felt the temptation to see [if he was even aware of your current outfit].

"Wait. Need to finish this equation."

His stern, unwavering voice and unfazed focus ontp the paper and textbooks before him, made your eyes roll with such annoyance, defeatedly sighing. The repetitive sound of his pencil thudding at his head, and your rhythmical humming, filled the silent void.

"Ugh- Michael, you should have just told me to not come- There was a party, I could have been at—"

"Do you not have an essay due by the end of the week?"

You contemplate for a few, solid seconds, before realising there was truth to his words. You did have an assignment due in the imminent days to come, and you had yet to begin.

"W-Well, yes... But I was hoping you would help me, handsome."

"Is that so?"

His attention still remained down, fixated on the text before him, yet his tone elevated, intrigue plaguing his words.

"I-I mean I'll still write it out, y-you just need to guide me—”

Swiftly he swivelled his entire body in the desk-top chair to turn unto you, a cheeky grin plastered across his chiselled face.

"Baby, you can barely do your times-tables, you think you can write an whole essay? Adorable..."

"But I sure know how to fuck you good. What man of your calibre can have a girl like me, say that to a man like you, huh?"

A darkness tinged in his piercing blue orbs, intently watching your every move and gesture, as he notices your hand hovering between your thighs, before disappearing beneath the short, skimpy skirt.

"Mhmm—"

Your thoughtless moans began to echo between the confined blank walls of the dorm, squirming against the neatly folded fabrics of the bed.

"And what do you think you're doing, exactly?"

Two digits continued to delve deeper between your folds, drawing slow, circular motions as your thumb remained rubbing at your clit. You had been biting your lips, only to release a moan, as you intended to respond obediently.

"M-My boyfriend's a bore, s-so I'm t-taking matters into m-my own h-hands—"

"Is that so?"

Without so much as a warning, a force pried your hands out from beneath your walls, your wetness coating your fingers and knuckles, glistening in the dim light. Within a few seconds, the emptiness between your legs vanished, as a rougher, more sizeable host embedded itself between your velvet folds.

With roughness, and vastly more pace, Michael's lengthy, slim digits began to etch deeper and deeper inside of you, pumping his fist in and out of you, as his other hand laid to rest against the mattress, propping him upright. Your hands immediately laid at your sides, firmly clenching the quilt between for some steadiness.

"Does my little slut have no patience? Brain to numb to think, she just wants to be fucked all the time, huh?"

"Y-Yes—"

Just as your ecstatic cries and moans grew more frequent, Michael's breathing sounded heavier, feeling your warm wetness making a mess all along his hands and the crevices of your entrance.

"This slut could've bent over to anyone. No-No, but she did for me, yeah? So needy for cock, she didn't even learn her times tables, huh?"

"I-I need you, M-Mikey—"

A third long digit shoved itself deeper into your tight hole, panting beneath your grip as you felt yourself fervently clench around him.

"That's right, princess. You need me. No man is worthy of this pretty cunt of yours, I earned it."

As you felt yourself progressively lose all your senses. gaining traction to the heat stirring below, Michael's sudden release felt cathartic. Watching him lick and lap every inch of your wetness lingering over his hand, made you feel delectable. Your lustful eyes searched below, for a fleeting second, you caught the growing commotion in his pants, as the bulge was evident, its shadow against the restricted fabric. As he tasted the last drop, a snarky smirk expanded across his handsome face, before beginning to unbelt and unbutton his beige trousers.

"C'mon princess, spread those legs like you always do, like you were born to do. Such a fucking whore, that's all you were meant for. Meant for me."

Aligning himself so effortlessly perfect against your, his reddened tip blushed against your sight, teasing your silky folds. His veins throbbed with excitement, almost palpable between your sensitive entrance, its length girth suddenly plunging itself ever so slowly inside of you.

With a first, rough shove, delving himself completely inside of you, his balls hitting at your rear, an escape of a low grunt vibrated against his lips, that remained hovering over your soft skin. Michael kept himself steadily propped atop of you: with each thrust, equally time and paced, his weight began to drop over you, applying the pressure down from above with his cock inside of you.

"The most perfect cunt, for the most perfect girl. And it's mine."

"M-Michael—"

"S-Stastically we a-are an anomaly, b-but my princess f-found me, like a good girl—”

“A-Anomaly?"

A deep, growling chuckle escaped his lips, his pace growing sloppier as he attempted to articulate: despite Michael having you weak in the knees in bed, he was still somewhat new at the act of sex. Struggling to juggle with the need to fuck and the need to explain, his lean, tall figure cowering over you, his eyes shut with ecstasy momentarily, before opening to glare and marvel at you breathlessly. Your lips latched onto his neck and collarbones in between your moans, intently sucking at his tender flesh, desperate to taste him, to leave remnants of your physical love, strewed across his body. Desperate to savour every inch of him.

"An odd couple, baby. B-But you take me so fucking well—"

"Mhmm—"

"There's no going back now, Princess..."

credit for divider - @/prettypixels-love

#michael gavey #ewan mitchell #michael gavey smut #michael gavey imagine #michael gavey imagines #michael gavey fanfic #michael gavey fanfiction #saltburn #michael gavey x fem!reader #Michael Gavey x bimbo!reader #michael gavey x y/n

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oniikabuto · 1 year

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one bed!

-- sfw --

characters: kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh, eric cartman

a/n: i did this for a different fandom like a year ago. i love the one bed trope i just had to write a new one for south park....,,, lmk if you want part 2

notes: fluff yayyy; gn reader; characters have a fat crush on you live laugh mutual pining;

guys requests are very much open rigjt now pleasseeeekksflkdfnkjs

— ⛧ k. broflovski

sweetest guy. he doesn't want to take your bed, but you insist.

he also hangs his jacket on the door and keeps his hat neatly on your desk... which is kinda funny and cute that he tries so hard to be neat

freezes up and goes red when you slide into the bed next to him. poor boy is about to melt.

"dude why are you so sweaty are you okay"

"huh- what? yeah, yeah it's cool i'm fine it's..,,,,,,,"

wakes up with a puddle of drool and a wet cheek. he panics and wipes his face and looks over to see if you're awake. you pretend you aren't for kyle's sake. he's so cute.

his nose also does that stupid whistley thing it's so funny

a relatively still sleeper. he just kinda curls up and.. sleeps. sometimes he murmurs something in his sleep.

"cartman.. shut up..",

"what?", you murmur groggily.

"no"

"kyle??? are you awake??"

(no response)

genuinely cannot remember any of that when he wakes up.

— ⛧ k. mccormick

it's like 1am and you turn off the movie as the credits roll.

when you look over at kenny, he looks like a baby that had just woken up.

"dude, what time is it..", he murmurs.

"um.. late." you definitely did not mean to have him over for so long.

"do you wanna go home, or like.. stay with me?"

kenny perks up immediately when you offer to let him spend the night. huge, shit-eating grin spread across his face.

"dumbass", you laugh. but you kinda wanted him over, too.

he sits in your room and pokes at all of your plushies while he waits for you to go get a change of clothes for him. ("no way you're sleeping in that eyesore of a parka!")

almost faints when you change your shirt in front of him

youre the only person that can fluster him like that.

sleeps curled up like a little car

(I MEANT TO TYPE CAT BUT THATS REALLY FUCKING FUNNY)

makes funny noises

like when a dog is sleeping

you'll wake up with his face in your chest and he'll swear it was an accident. it was not

— ⛧ s. marsh

you were at your desk doing homework and stan was on your bed on his phone, both doing your own thing as music played from your speaker.

it's not until that last math problem that you realize it's late. really, really late. you look over at stan, and he's face-down dead asleep on your bed, phone still in one hand.

you don't want to wake him up and tell him to go home, so instead you take his hat off and leave it on your bedpost.

he's splayed across the bed right in the middle.

how?? are you supposed to move him???

after a moment of deliberation, you hold your breath and roll him over, praying he doesn't wake up.

he does obviously

"ow..???? y/n??"

"shit. sorry. it's late, just go back to sleep. you can walk home tomorrow morning."

"wha- okay"

he's too tired to object

plus he secretly loves being in your bed. it smells like you

snores and breathes kinda funny once in a while

no matter how still he looks when you get into the bed with him, somehow you wake up with his limbs sprawled out like a spider.

in the morning, his leg is on top of you and his hand is on your face.

— ⛧ e. cartman

actually such a bitch about staying over

he definitely tried to distract you so that he would HAVE to spending the night

he just loves spending time with you but he doesnt wanna ask :(

"but the couch will make my back stiff! i'll be soo sore in the morning!"

"just say you want to sleep in my room with me, cartman."

"whaat?? if you insist, i guess!"

makes himself absolutely at home. if you want to sleep in your own bed, you'll have to sleep on top of him or touching him.

he definitely does that on purpose

as much as it pains you to admit it, cartman is actually like really really comfortable.

even if he's squishing you to death

and he claims he has no idea he does that in his sleep

smells like a dove soap bar or like. baby shampoo and its actually really nice

snores like a monster truck engine

leaves his shit all over the floor but also offers to help clean up to impress you

(he cant clean for shit but at least he tried??)

#south park x reader #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #south park fluff #fluff #kenny x reader #stan x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #cartman fluff #kyle broflovski fluff #stan marsh fluff #kenny fluff #kenny mccormick fluff #south park

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ughkat · 7 months

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focus on me | l.r.h

part one

tutor!luke au

your college professor assigns you to an unexpected tutor for your music class. ❥

overall story cw: smut, fluff, tutor x student

wordcount : 1131

Soft rock played through my headphone's as I took in the unfamiliar sights around me. It was my second week at my dream college in Los Angeles, but I had yet to make myself at home. I swiftly guided my way down sidewalks with my head down, and towards a building labeled "Music" and "Theater", the building containing my next subject.

My school counselor aided me to join a special elective or extracurricular for more credits, my options being an extra math class, or a music class. I went with what I thought was the easiest choice, choosing to not subject myself to extra math. Not that I had anymore interest in playing an instrument.

Within seconds of entering my class, my professor quietly beckoned me. I let out a heavy sigh, knowing he was going to mention my work ethic in his class.

"How's your morning going?" He spoke respectfully, not looking at me while he sipped a coffee. I took a seat at a small stool beside his desk.

"Fine." I smiled with a nod.

"I've noticed you're struggling a bit in here. Have you been practicing out of class?" He questioned.

"Uhm. A little, here and there. I get busy with my other classes." I tried my best to create an excuse for my lack of passion for guitar. My professor let out a quiet "Hm." before turning his chair towards me.

"A past student of mine is a tutor, every fall he comes back down here to help out my students." he began, "I think you would benefit greatly from his knowledge." I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought of someone tutoring me about something I had no drive to expand my knowledge on.

"I think I'll be okay." I spoke kindly. My professor let out a small chuckle.

"Y/n, I wasn't so much asking you as I was informing you." He spoke slowly. "You will continue losing credits if you keep up the work you're doing." I looked at him with frustration.

"So I have no choice?" I sighed.

"I'm sorry, I just want you to succeed, and

Luke is an amazing tutor." I stood up from the chair at took my assigned seat, dwelling on the idea of being taught guitar by a stranger for the rest of class.

"Y/n!" I heard a cheerful shout ahead of me.

I looked up from the floor as I exited the music building, and was met with the face of my best friend, Leah.

"Hey." I spoke flatly. Leah frowned.

"What's the matter with you?" We continued our way towards the courtyard for lunch, dodging the rush of students in our path.

"I have to have a tutor for my stupid guitar class." I began, "I don't even wanna be in that class."

"Have you met the tutor yet? Maybe it'll be fun?" Leah spoke with optimism.

"Not yet. He used to go here though, his name's Luke, I guess." I muttered. Leah stopped in her tracks, turning to me slowly.

"Luke what?" She questioned. I shrugged, confused to why his last name was so important to her.

"I don't know, I didn't ask." I mumbled.

"Find out and let me know." I raised an eyebrow at my friends eagerness as we arrived to the courtyard.

2:00

I swiftly finished my day, my music and sketchbooks helping the minutes pass. As I made my way towards my dorm, I had accidentally brushed shoulders with a faceless figure. Before I could see their face, they were paces behind me. He was tall, really tall. His hair had a slight sandy blond curl to it, and he walked with grace, but with a purpose.

Thinking nothing of it, I continued to my dorm.

I tossed my black tote bag onto my bed, myself following shortly after. I let out a sigh as I bent down to unlace my converse, kicking them off of my tired feet.

The burdening thought of my mystery tutor ached my head, I began to feel my mood slowly decline. Why should I have to put effort into something I have genuinely no interest in? And why is it my fault when I do bad in that subject? I reached for my phone and saw a text from Leah.

"Can I come to your room? I'm boreddd."

I giggled at the message before giving her a yes, beginning to tidy up the small space.

My roommate mysteriously disappeared after the first three days of school—by disappearing I mean she dropped out, and none of us are really allowed to talk about it—, leaving me with the dorm to myself. I thought I would appreciate the alone time, but I find myself wishing I had more company. I did my best to decorate the dull room with posters and plants, and some decorations from home.

Three simple knocks landed in my door, I sat up from my seat to let my friend in.

"Can you please elaborate why you need to know my tutor so desperately?" I laughed as we took our seats on my bed.

"It's so dumb, honestly." She began, shaking her head with a giggle, "I guess there was a boy in one of the music classes last year named Luke, and everyone I know says he's like, outrageously hot or something." She explained. I raised my eyebrow and laughed.

"Well, he can't be the only Luke in this school. It's probably not the same kid." I shrugged.

"Hopefully it is. I've heard every girl who tried to ask him out got rejected." Leah dramatically widened her eyes.

"Whatever." I giggled.

We spent the after noon and early evening gossiping about professors, new students, and my mystery tutor.

5:30

After Leah's departure, I stared blankly at the guitar in its case across the room from me. I huffed before getting up and grabbing it from its enclosure, taking my seat again.

I plucked cluelessly, unsure of where to even begin. I placed my fingers to where I thought I remembered was a C chord, and hesitantly strummed down. The guitar emitted a strenuous tune, causing my face to scrunch. I tried once more, readjusting my fingers and strumming again.

"Ugh!" I groaned, shoving the guitar to the side of me. I was aware of my own impatience, but was too prideful to admit that it was my own lack of motivation to practice that was causing it to sound bad, and not the guitar itself. I began to think to myself, maybe a tutor wouldn't hurt? The faster I get help with the tutor and do the bare minimum, the faster I can leave the class.

I laid on my back in my bed, soaking in my own boredom.

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half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk · 3 months

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Louk's Bad Batch rewatch pt 5 !!!

Actually starting tbb now let's gooo!! It's a long ep so this is gonna be a long one so buckle up kids 💕

(edit: I decided it was way too long lmao so I'm breaking it up into 2 parts)

Bad Batch 1x01 (part 1)

fyi my phone is on 66% and I hate that very much

the way the clone wars logo burns into tbb one 👌

Depa Billaba 👑👑👑 AND BABY CALEB MY HEART 😭

"Hey clanka" ~ TECH ILYSM

Tech straight up kicks a droid just bc he can lmao iconic

knife knife knife knife

Crosshair's snow slide 🙌

Grey why are you so moody bro 😂 the regs just hate them sm

Caleb's intro of the batch 😭😍

"We're all ya need!" ~Wrecker @ me

the dad batch adopting Caleb 💕

"Execute order-" YOU SHUT UP RN

remind me why I'm doing this again lmaooo

Crosshair's body language changes a little each time the others say "order 66" and that makes me feel like the chip activates a little more each time he hears it

LIGHTSABER IN THE SNOW 💕

Poor Hunter sounds so scared when he thinks Caleb is going to kill Crosshair 😭 the way his voice changes 💔

Hunter is SUCH a dad omg

Echo translating math for Wrecker 🥺

why is Crosshair still wearing his helmet!! I hate it here

the way Hunter knows Crosshair is looking at him even with his eyes closed 👀

Crosshair with his sassy crossy arms 😂

their faces when they see the lightsaber drop 😭

why does their room smell so bad 💀💀

the board !!! show Anakin !!

LULA 💕

Tech explaining the regs programing, I wanna know if he ever saw Rex's report about Fives 🥲

Wrecker smashing Crosshair in the face with Lula 💀

"You're more machine than man, percentagewise" BRO-

Echo's dramatic sigh count is already up to like 3 lmao

👀 Omega

Palps 🤢

Tech was looking at his datapad and he still somehow noticed that Hunter was distracted

Not the imperial march 😬

Crosshair: "Republic, empire, what's the difference?" Tech: murder ???

Hunter sensing Omega !! It kinda looks like he's counting the footsteps

okay but she's just so tiny 🤲

"What's that?" ~ Wrecker @ Omega💀 bro was with a kid like yesterday and loved him, new kid comes along and he's like 🤔

Tech really scanned her 😂

Hunter with his hands on his knees!!! bending down to her level!!! what if I cried!!! 🥺

Tarkin EW 🤢

all the clones getting food idk why it's so adorable but it is

Wrecker making a scene 💀

"Hopefully not mental, clearly we'd never pass that" relatable

Omega: 😁 the batch: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

she really thought they already forgot about her stop it 😭

"I like you" ~ OMEGA MAKES TECH SMILE 👀

aaaaaand Omega's adopted

Echo's so done with them all fr

Crosshair throwing his lunch tray 👌

I wanna see how the fight endeddddd

"I'm staying until he wakes up" 👀 ep 7 foreshadowing

Echo's ptsd 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Omega ptsd baby what did they do to you 💔💔

I want Azi to mention Fives to Echo so bad 🥺

"You owe me 2 credits" they're betting on Echo's survival pls 💀

Echo's sigh count: 5?

can everyone stop roasting Echo for 5 seconds ??? lmao

"Maybe this empire things not so bad after all" WRECKER DO NOT SAY THAT

"Gimme more!" ~ me @ star wars

TARKIN FOR TARGET PRACTICE NEXT PLS

the hand signals 💕

Tech's turn for a piggyback ride

Wrecker calls Tech buddy 🥺🥺

"Wrecker knife!" I'll never get over the lack of need for communication between them Wrecker just tosses it and hopes for the best

Wrecker picking Tech up 🥺🥺

aaaand I'm cutting it off here bc otherwise it's gonna be hella long

tysm to everyone who has been keeping up with these 💕💕💕 y'all are so sweet

I'll be posting part 2 of episode 1 a bit laterrr just to break it up a little hehe

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traffic-light-eyes · 11 months

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More quotes from my friends said by Ninjago characters

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Kai: Hey (with rizz)

Skylor: Gross.

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Morro: Selling my cat. Food purposes only. If you're not gonna cook him, then don't even book him

Lloyd: Mmmmm kitty stew.

Morro: That was a violation.

Lloyd: I'm having a catty patty tonight. :)

Morro: Why are you like this.

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Cole: Kai, I hope your lips dry out.

Kai: <3

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Harumi: Wanna see my pussy?

Lloyd: Kitty

Lloyd: Is it a kitty?

Lloyd: It's a kitty, right?

Lloyd: Harumi?

-it was, in fact, a kitty-

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Nya: Boobies are the answer to all the world's problems.

Kai: Seconded.

Nya: Shut up, no one asked PERVERT

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Morro: Drown. Just do it.

Lloyd: Not nice :(

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Pixal: Here. Your 30 misogyny credits. You've earned them.

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Cole: A couple nights ago, I swear I could hear a phone buzzing in my walls but couldn't tell where it was coming from, and then it just suddenly stopped and haven't heard it since

Lloyd: Ghosts.

Cole: Ghosts who don't know how to answer a phone, apparently.

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Lloyd: You have responsibilities? So uncool :(

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Zane: I think I'm dying. Do not worry, this is my normal.

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Jay: HOW DO YOU DO THE MATH????

Zane: I sent you my notes.

Jay: I KNOW BUT HOW???

Zane: I don't know where you're confused.

Jay: AHHHHH FUCK YOU

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That's all for today, folks

#ninjago #queue #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #kai jiang #nya jiang #nya smith #jay walker #cole brookstone #zane julien #ninjago harumi #ninjago morro #ninjago pixal #skylor chen #ninjago incorrect quotes #incorrect ninjago quotes

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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5 times the brothers competed against each other and one time they acted as a team. With something to do with Hotch, Jack & son! Reader, please ?

Dad fluff; both of them helping out when they see him at a low point :0 (mere alt idea, do what you wish tho uwu/gen) /nf

Also the werewolf!reader fic? Absolute love, it was hilarious at the end lmao — please do remember that if the request is too much, your requests are closed or you just don't feel like it, don't feel pressured to do it! Stay hydrated, have a nice day and keep your head up! uwu

A/N: credit to loud House for the +1 operation name idea/inspiration

You were twins, both highly competitive in nature and it drove your dad up the wall. The team however, found it absolutely hilarious. Here are just a few examples of the mischief you and Jack have gotten up to over the years:

"Race you down the stairs!" You exclaim, bolting off down the BAU stairs. You laugh, hearing Jack protest and your dad sighing deeply trying to call after you to stop.

Care flying out the window, you sprint down the stairs. Thankfully, you appeared to have good spatial awareness. Jack was only a few stairs behind you, so you let gravity do its work. Soon enough, you're on the last set of stairs. Your ankle gives way and you tumble down the remaining stairs.

Morgan, who just walked into the hall, approaches you in concern. "You okay, kid?" You grin up at him.

"Yeah! I won!"

"That's no fair!" Jack exclaims, making it down the stairs, "I didn't know falling counted! I could have fallen a few floors ago!"

"Whatever, you're just jealous, loser!"

"Oh thank God you're both okay," Aaron mumbles, finally catching up to the pair of you.

"I won."

"You also fell down the stairs,"

"I call it tactical thinking,"

Wrestling. An amazing sport that both you and Jack were obsessed with at the age of twelve. Something had possessed the pair of you to wrestle in the halls - both claiming you'd be the one who would win.

It ended up being a tie, two teachers separating you and walking you to the principal's office with a phone call to your dad. None of the teachers seemed to care that you weren't fighting per se, but competing for your homemade championship belt.

"I bet I'll get a higher score on the maths test than you."

"What?" You scoffed, looking at Jack. "We both know I'm better at maths than you!"

"Yeah, then prove it!"

Whilst Aaron didn't usually approve of your competitive nature towards each other, if it got you both a good math grade (and you were still sleeping, eating, etc), he wasn't going to complain. Jack had won in the end.

"I would totally run a marathon faster than you."

"Bull. Shit." You responded.

"Language," Your dad called, looking over his shoulder.

"Prove it." Jack said. "Come on. Let's join dad in his next marathon. Whoever wins has to buy the other a comic."

"Deal." You both shake hands, Aaron hangs his head in defeat in the background.

You both train effortlessly. When marathon day rolls around, the entire team show up to support you both (and Aaron, but mostly you two). You're both shooting cheap insults at each other up until the start of the race. After the race, however, you're not as energetic - you do both manage the occasion 'idiot' to each other, but that's about it.

When the results are in, however, you're immediately full of energy - you had beaten him by a whole thirty seconds.

"I bet I could take you in a fight," You said, turning to Jack. You were watching the BAU have a rare brush-up on their self-defence and since your dad was taking part, you had to come along and watch. Your dad didn't exactly feel like he could trust you home alone at the minute as the last time you and Jack were left alone, the house ended up in complete chaos from your baking competition (who could bake the most cookies before dad got back - that one was a tie as the kitchen caught on fire).

"Oh god..." Aaron mumbles to himself before he looks on the bright side, at least here he could make sure neither of you died - and it wasn't at school (again).

+ 1

"Dad's sad," You look up from your text book.

"What?"

"Dad's sad," Jack said, "He phoned me to let me know the team had just finished the case and were just boarding the jet and he sounded defeated. I don't think it went well."

You close the text book, biology could wait. "Okay, Operation 'Work together to make dad less stressed and also think of a shorter name' is a go!" You exclaimed. "Up first on the agenda: tidying. Quickly clean rooms and then living room? We can clean the kitchen last and then make dinner."

"My room's already clean," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "I'll start the living room while you deal with this," He motioned vaguely at the growing pile of clothes on your floor. You scoop them up, placing them in the laundry basket - they would go into the wash as soon as you finished cleaning your room.

It took about twenty minutes and then you're joining Jack in the living room, washing on. When that was done, you both made your way out, Jack into the kitchen and you to put the laundry into the dryer. The kitchen is cleaned in thirty minutes and you both begin to cook.

Admittedly, being only fifteen, you weren't the best chefs, but you tried your best. Besides, you may or may not have phoned Rossi for pasta advice (you both hoped he kept it a secret from your dad).

And so, by the time Aaron got home, dinner was nearly ready. You both greet him at the door and Aaron is immediately suspicious.

"What have you done?"

"Cooked dinner," Jack answered with a shrug.

"We phoned Uncle Dave for some pasta advice, don't worry," You added, "Jack said it sounded like the case was a bad one, so we pulled together to make things a bit easier for you tonight,"

"So you've not been suspended for wrestling in the halls again?"

"What? No," Jack laughed.

"Wrestling is so last year anyway, dad. It's all MMA fighting now,"

"Please don't joke about that," Aaron chuckled, "I don't think I could deal with that phone call."

#aaron hotchner #jack hotchner #y/n hotchner #jack and y/n are twins #derek morgan #david rossi #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #spencer reid #sibling rivalry

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fuckingarataswespeak · 11 months

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Let me tell you about my morning

Ok so a few facts to start off with:

I really like maths (I'm not a whiz but I really enjoy it)

My phone never dies, I always make sure it is charged

I just graduated secondary school (highschool) and in ireland you have to sit tests at the end of school called your leaving cert which is your entire grade that gets you into a college

I did an alternative leaving cert course these last two years called the leaving cert applied (LCA) which is like a practical (and easy af tbh) version of the leaving cert, which does have exams at the end of the school, but is mostly consisted of projects throughout the year which gets you your credits

Because I really like maths, I was losing my mind in the LCA maths class, as it was literally so so so easy I wanted to explode, so my year head and course coordinater told me that i could take off certain LCA classes in order to do maths with the mainstream leaving cert

I was asked if I wanted to sit the mainstream leaving cert maths exam and I said yeah, since I had basically spent a year teaching myself the course (i only got to got to a couple of the maths classes a week so i mostly just studied for fun in my free time) but then I was told something along the lines of "no actually you cant sit the maths exam because blah blah blah stupid ass reason" literally like 2 days before exams started

The maths exam is split into 2, Paper 1 and Paper 2, each done on different dates.

Ok NOW we get into how my morning started off like.

I had no exams today so I was sleeping in like a normal person on a free day. I wake up to hearing sharp knocking on my front door. I am not clothed, as it was a warm night so i go "nah, fuck this" and go back to sleep.

The knocking happens again, and my brother goes down to answer the door. I hear someone talking to them and saying to wake me up in an urgent voice, so I spring out of bed and throw some clothes on.

I go downstairs to see 2 teachers from my school outside my house going "ABBY QUICK GET IN THE CAR YOU CAN SIT THE MATHS PAPER 2 EXAM!!!! IT STARTED AT 9:30 BUT IF YOU GET THERE BEFORE 10 YOU CAN STILL TAKE IT" (it was like 9:50-ish at this point)

One of the teachers was my school chaplain (Ms X) and the other was the one that helps organize the exams (Ms Y), both very lovely ladies. Ms Y goes "ABBY I RAN A RED TO GET HERE, I'VE NEVER RUN A RED IN MY WHOLE LIFE", and then ms X added "Yeah and she screamed FUCK while she did it"

So i grab my bag and hop in the car and

my god we

ZOOMED

there.

This woman who seemed like normally a very sensible driver broke SO MANY LAWS to get me there.

She ran 3 red lights. She wasn't "pushing the yellows". These were fully red lights she went through, at definitely speed limit breaking speeds.

Ms X jokingly asked if I wanted her to pray and i was like FUCK IT yeah sure and so we all started praying that my exam would go well and that we wouldnt be pulled over by the guardaí, or alternatively, die on the way there.

When we got the the school my vice principal was waiting for me and he opened the car door and i was told to leave my bag and we ran up the stairs together, and i got in just in time.

When i got out, made my way home and checked my phone after I charged it, I saw almost my entire family as well a bunch of staff members had been texting and ringing me to wake up for the exam

Anyways, as for how the exam actually went? It wasn't bad! I definitely did the very best I could've, considering i hadn't taken my adhd meds, I hadn't studied for like over a week for it, hadn't had breakfast and nearly lost my life on the way over

Anyways that was one of the most intense and fun mornings of my life

#leaving cert #personal story

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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NATIONAL TREASURE: BOOK OF SECRETS PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 2007 film

maybe one day i'll wear this to a party i'm actually invited to.

this is the right place.

did no one read my book?

let me guess! it's the wrong time! it's the wrong place! i'm wrong again!

it could contain something dangerous!

we're in england.

you fell in love with me on a treasure hunt.

then fine! if that's what you want, then let's have it out right now!

i flew all the way to london to offer my help, and you don't need it?

if you were trying to convince me, you'd have less evidence and i'd already believe you by now.

concealed in those pages is the key to something much, much bigger.

that was not love! that was excitement! adrenaline! tequila!

you're the one making a scene right now.

i was going to have the movers bring them to you next week.

you know what that means.

you have his number on speed dial?

take it from the best. you're a natural.

that's very nice, but it's kind of a bad time right now.

you're so good at puzzles, i'm sure you'll figure it out.

i want you to do something for me.

death and despair. mostly death.

you guys are so great together.

i get lucky a lot.

all of you will get credit for this discovery.

it's a little golden man.

you're wrong to assume i'd like the chair.

your dad called me.

just promise you'll come back for me.

did you get a chance to look at page 47?

you're wearing the perfume i got you.

the fire alarm's gone off.

this doesn't involve another treasure hunt, does it?

well, would you look at that.

my first felony.

just because you may know what my answer is going to be, doesn't mean you don't have to ask me.

what is going on with the education in america?

the past is filled with incredible mysteries.

everyone listen to this.

what's the final clue?

even if something like that really did exist, why do you think i would actually just give it to you?

i was going to say you could keep them.

we gotta be on the other side of that door!

so when did you realize it was a fake argument?

you did that in twenty five seconds.

they want to believe it.

two hundred people know you held me against my will.

i'm gonna kidnap him.

you've got to find where that leads before they do.

you always seem to know what's best.

we won't leave you behind.

get out of there. i had to move the car.

just because i answer a question quickly doesn't make it wrong.

all i need is a few minutes with the president.

are you talking about the book?

god save the queen.

sorry. couldn't resist.

i need to see that book.

just have a look at that.

where's the phone?

that's what couples do.

my girlfriend kicked me out.

this could be a horrible trap.

oh, now look what you've done.

wait, is there more than one?

been drinking, have we?

nobody leaves unless i say so.

dismount the bannister!

you can do that?

what did you find now? atlantis?

when i assume i'm right, and it turns out my assumption is correct, how is that wrong?

one of us is going to have to stay behind.

we have thirty seconds to disable the alarm.

oh look. my tax dollars at work, coming to arrest me.

people don't believe in that stuff anymore.

there are three, actually.

so i guess my opinion doesn't matter.

that door's not gonna stay open by itself.

i can't find anything in this mess.

when you make a decision without asking me, and you happen to be right... you got lucky.

no, i'm just kidding.

is that for us?

the last time i checked, we make our living off crazy.

wouldn't it just have been easier to make an appointment?

i think it smells kind of pretty.

well, you never know.

we both know what has to happen here.

it's only temporary until i can find a new place.

the following conversation never took place.

when did you realize that i was actually arguing during the fake argument?

what book?

i'll drive.

one of us stays behind.

what's new with you?

that's not true.

someone else is after the treasure.

maybe you could come and move back in with me?

you think we don't know about it?

i've been doing the math here.

when you say "so" it means you're angry.

do you know the origin of the expression?

it's sort of like a puzzle.

history can remember you forever.

why would i overreact to that?

how'd they find us so quick?

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kiwiwinjindouche · 10 months

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

thank you @stealingpotatoes for tagging me!

Were you named after anyone?

Probably? I remember smth about medieval names but I can't recall if anyone in my family had the same FIRST name. But I know the other two are.

About my preferred name Corin UUUH looks like Corrin from Fire Emblem even if I've never played the game lmao

it can also be a ship name for my otp and it makes me laugh so hard

When was the last time you cried?

I've just finished Gravity Falls for the second time because bestie never watched it before and the end credits made me so emotional I started crying

Do you have kids?

OCs and cats!! it counts right

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I don't think so?

What's the first thing you notice about people?

How cool they are. Your aesthetic rocks random buddy on the street!!!

What's your eye colour?

Very dark brown and boring

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings!!!!!! I just hate jumpscares and if this is the only 'scary' thing in your movie I'm sorry but it's boring af and lame that's the lowest kind of scary!!!

Any special talents?

I can hyperfixate and scare my friends!!!

(I remember that time I told someone I had 3 different folders of Jindosh on my phone because I like it when it's organized and also my 5725428 sketches and such and he was just "dude, it's getting weird" yeah!!!)

Where were you born?

In a hospital I'd say (jokes aside, I'm French)

What are your hobbies?

Drawing my blorbos! Thinking about my blorbos! Thinking about my OTPs kissing! Writing, reading, playing games (video games but also cards or ESCAPE GAMES!!!), watching cartoons and movies, crafting things. Rolling on the floor thinking about my blorbos.

Have any pets?

Yeah, 2 cats! Saphira and Comète (/Comet). I love them to death but they're getting old. My sweet ladies. My everything. My biggest fear is not being able to be there when they'll pass away.

What sports do/ have you played?

I've... played basketball when I was, like, 8? also went sailing for a time.

How tall are you?

smol (~5'3 / 1m62)

Favourite subject at school?

I used to love science! It's kind of in the family. We all took the scientific cursus. But maths wouldn't be my thing anymore, physics it's... complicated, but I've always loved chemistry, and biology I was only interested by the rocks. Every time we started to study the human body/babies I was like UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH. I had the chance to study a bit of astronomy also!

And then, computer science!! BOOM. More my thing.

But it's nothing compared to arts and music. I'm in a computer graphics school now and I'm living my best life, although all the problems on a daily basis.

Dream job?

Honestly? Character designer. But it's hard in this industry. I'm fine with concept artist as a whole, but I'm thinking about other things too, like storyboard?? 2D animation is fine but I have the concentration spawn of a cat and it's hard. Anything with sounds should be fine too!

I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME TALKING ABOUT ME WAAAAAAAAH

I'm not even sure I have 15 mutuals either?????? if we are mutuals and you want to do it can you just pretend I've tagged you lmao o(-( (tbh even if not mutuals want to do it they can)

#not dishonored related #dagyne_rambles #ask game #my problem is I always want to add more info and just #no??? don't #stop ranting and writing that much whats wrong with you #anyway thanks again!!

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firespirited · 9 months

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I caved and got a patreon account but I'm going to have to make some kind of spreadsheet or something to be able to track how much I can give. Basically I prefer to give lump sums based on how much I have left at the end of the month and usually do a kofi or paypal drop.

But since monthly small payments is how patreon works and you can't offer annual purchases unless you already earn 200 a month... Yeah i need to put the money aside if only on paper so I can track it.

I do the same mental process for my mobile phone which is a $6 a month for texts and calls. Currently being paid by the $500 'credit' the phone company owes us for overcharging for tech support and a second router they didn't cancel for two years (they refused to pay other than in store credit).

Little transactions like this make me want to eat my fists because I kind of hate maths when it comes to money. It's so old, so visceral and opposite to the joy I got from counting pocket money which is what I want to tap into here. I think just writing it down will be the relief needed.

#saf #money problems #Ramblings

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askshivanulegacy · 5 months

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That thing about carbon emissions for T Swift is also inaccurate—someone broke the math down here:

https://zulie.medium.com/lets-fact-check-that-taylor-swift-private-jet-usage-story-32d226bd3682

Plus she paid for twice as many carbon offsets as necessary to negate the Eras Tour:

https://www.insider.com/taylor-swift-spent-160-hours-using-private-jet-eras-tour-2023-8?amp

“Before the tour kicked off in March of 2023, Taylor purchased more than double the carbon credits needed to offset all tour travel.”

People say a lot of misleading or flat out incorrect things about her. It’s popular to hate on her. People bring up a photograph with a ‘fan’ who hid his shirt until the photo went off so she would be smiling next to a swaztika. They bring up a phone call with Kanye where it turned out the (illegal) recording was edited in a misleading way and actually Taylor was telling the truth the whole time.

There’s other stuff people accuse her of, but it’s all similar bullshit. None of it adds up.

I went digging because I was wondering the same thing. The worst I found was ‘not using her platform for politics’ but when I looked into that… Ugh, gonna be anon so no Swifties come for me, but she’s just…she’s liberal (at least on social issues) but she went to a private Christian homeschooling program for her junior/senior year because they could accommodate her touring schedule. In one of her tour movies (Reputation), a stage designer says something is the size of a Boeing 737, and she has no idea what that is.

She likes books and stuff, and she writes beautiful lyrics, which make Swifties assume she’s a nerdy genius, but being good at English isn’t connected to being good at history or sociology or political science.

Basically, I don’t think she’s an idiot or anything, but I think she maybe isn’t very well versed in politics. She’s said she’s trying to educate herself, but still. If she hasn’t got the background or relevant knowledge…isn’t it better that she keep listening and researching rather than spouting off a half-cocked opinion when she has so many rabid fans? So, to me, ‘not using her platform enough’ (because she only uses it to drive youth voting registration and a handful of clear cut political topics) is ultimately a good thing.

Anyway. Apart from that, I legit couldn’t find anything except a couple months of chaste dating another teen when she was a teen herself. She was 19, he was 17, they went to a couple hockey games together. Both were out of high school and he was like…two months from being 18. They’re still friends.

For some people, that’s unforgivable, I guess? But… I dunno, man, seems like normal behavior to me. (Of course, I’m used to countries where you become an adult at 20, so that might be a factor on my part.)

Anyway. No idea if any of this was helpful. I just thought I’d write in because I tried doing the same digging about why she’s so problematic. Instead I found people complaining about the porn preferred by a guy she was seen next to at a mutual friend’s birthday party. People keep saying they dated, but I can’t find any actual proof of even that. (It also led me down a rabbit hole on that guy where I found out the complaint ‘he literally did a nazi salute at a concert’ was about him mockingly doing one during a song about idiots. Apparently he was trying to say Nazis are stupid or something? Not a great way to do it, but completely different from the accusation.)

Anyway. That’s all I could find. 🤷‍♀️ I couldn’t even verify the billionaire thing—everyone cites Bloomberg, but Bloomberg just credits an unnamed ‘analyst’ who doesn’t show their work. Which is wild to me.

But yeah. That’s all the digging turned up for me. Hopefully this ask can spare you a few hours of fruitless googling.

Thanks so much for the detailed info! I'm currently halfway through a YouTube vid that I'm speeding through just for funsies, and yeah, between that and post comments, it's all pointing to similar things: she basically had a golden girl start in life, funded by reasonably rich parents, and rose to stardom.

Good for her. People are whining that "she should do more" and I'm here to ask ... WHY. Why should she? Because she has money? Because she's famous? Isn't it enough for an artist to simply make the art she wants to make? Why should she be expected to do more, and why is NOT choosing to do that suddenly a moral failing? Like, it's an utter non-issue. It's the opposite of hurting anyone. She gets to decide what to do with her time and her money and maybe it's not what her fans want, but who cares.

I could understand being upset if she actively used her money to do something bad, but not using it is just not using it.

And everything else? Non-issues too. People can have boyfriends. And people get to associate with whoever they want and they are not responsible for that person's questionable dealings.

And the carbon emissions thing is such a joke anyway. I admit I don't know much about it, but the premise of "paying money to offset carbon" is obnoxious and has no meaning. No normal person needs to be concerned about that. That is firmly rooted in corporations, who can and should bear all the costs to change what they're doing.

#thanks for the info!!!#i don't care if people like her or not like her #i have no opinion #but going off on famous people just for being famous is so dumb #you can dislike someone just because you dislike them #you don't have to make up fantasies to justify it 😂😂😂#asks #answers

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kkpwnall · 1 year

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Lucas 🏀 and Will 💡<333

hiiiii sen <33

Lucas 🏀: What unconventional things are you good at? i memorize ridiculously long strings of numbers after hearing them once or twice. it's a brain thing i cannot control. like i still know my library card number from nearly a decade (and four moves) ago, credit card numbers, phone numbers. i can't do anything with it, my math skills are atrocious (i'm gifted in other ways), but i'm "good with numbers" in this one specific way

Will 💡: Do you believe in the paranormal? Why or why not? uuuuuh hell yeah. i've had some personal experiences, both malevolent and kind, that i can't explain any other way. also i think it's just... kind of a bummer to think this is all there is, yknow? same reason i believe in life on other planets and galaxies

stranger things emoji game 📼

#these were fun!! thanks sen!!#flashyysins #asks from the ask box #get to know me

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violetfoxviolarose · 2 years

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Some funny N.E.R.D.S Incorrect Quotes I Generated Last Night

Ruby: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Heathcliff: You're like 15 years old

Ruby: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

...

Jackson: Here's some advice

Mindy: I didn't ask for any

Jackson: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

...

Duncan: We need to get through this locked door. Flinch, give me your credit card.

Flinch: Here.

Duncan, pocketing it: Thanks. Matilda, kick down the door.

...

Jackson: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Duncan will and will not eat.

Flinch: Grass? Yes!

Jackson: Moss? Yes!!

Flinch: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Jackson: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Flinch: Worms? Sometimes!

Jackson: Rocks? Usually nah.

Flinch: Twigs? Usually!

Jackson: Matilda's cooking? Inconclusive!

Ruby: How did you… test this?

Jackson: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it.

Ruby: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Matilda: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

...

Matilda: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Jackson: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents

Matilda: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you

Ruby: Actually I did the math, Jackson would have $225, not $0.15.

Jackson: Fam I’m right here....

Flinch: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Duncan: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Flinch: Sorry I only have a dollar

Duncan: :(

Ruby: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Jackson would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent

Flinch: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice

Ruby: You can buy anything you want with $22,500

Matilda: Yeah and he wants soda and apply juice

Ruby: Apply juice to what

Heathcliff: Directly to the forehead

Jackson: Great chat everyone

...

Heathcliff: I'm a reverse necromancer.

Ruby: Isn't that just killing people?

Heathcliff: Ah, technicality.

...

Heathcliff: What is your biggest weakness?

Ruby: I can be uncooperative.

Heathcliff: Okay, can you give me an example?

Ruby: No.

...

Duncan: What does 'take out' mean?

Flinch: Food.

Jackson: Dating

Heathcliff: Murder

Matilda: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

...

Duncan: Flinch and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Jackson: *Sighing* What did Flinch do?

Duncan: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Flinch: Who wants a steering wheel?

...

Jackson: *Screams*

Flinch: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Heathcliff: Should we do something?!

Duncan, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

...

Mindy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Ruby: Wasn't Matilda with you?

Matilda: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

...

Duncan: Croissants: dropped

Jackson: Road: works ahead

Mindy: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Flinch: Shavacado: fre

Matilda: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Ruby:

Ruby, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

...

Duncan: Good morning.

Jackson: Good morning.

Heathcliff: Good morning.

Flinch: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Matilda: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

...

Matilda: Fuck.

Ruby: We've got to work on your cursing.

Matilda: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

...

Jackson: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Matilda's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get her out...

...

Jackson: Ruby isn’t answering her phone

Heathcliff: I’ll call

Jackson: Flinch and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Ruby: Hello?

...

Jackson: Rules are made to be broken.

Ruby: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Flinch: Uh, piñatas.

Heathcliff: Glow sticks.

Matilda: Karate boards.

Duncan: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Jackson: Rules.

Ruby:

#N.E.R.D.S #n.e.r.d.s #duncan dewey #matilda choi #jackson jones #julio escala #ruby peet #heathcliff hodges #the hyena #incorrect quotes #for whatever reason the nerds all work really well in incorrect quotes

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and like, feel free to keep this in the inbox or delete it, or whatever you want, I'm just overly excited about the concept and sputtering ideas your way if you think any would be a fit 🥰😍

- I think Eddie wouldn't be too much into texting (autocorect killing him internally), but would love to call and video call. Calling him with video to explain how random things work in the house, like turning on the A/C or opening the automatic blinds, or just turning the TV back from cable to Netflix👌🏻

- he'd be skeptical about all the robots around the house. a roomba vaccum today, the Terminator of tomorrow. especially after he'd watch that one episode of Love Death Robots in Netflix (season 2,ep 1).

don't get him started on Alexa and her snarky comments 😱

- would be a bit freaked out about all the Cctv cameras everywhere.

- deep fakes, completly terrified about them.

- but then he'd start enjoying things too...

- would 100% cry at the LOTR movies

- gets addicted to a phone game, something super generic, like candy crush or Farmville 😂 then he slowly discoveres larger pc / console games. Star wars games like The Force Unleashed and Knights of the Old republic.

- you could make him a YouTube content creator for laughs, later in the series😂 also to give him an income he can spend freely and stupidly 🤔 gamer would be easiest or like a react channel, his weird comments about being a teen in the 80s making him quirky enough to gain a following. Or, or, or he could host D&D games, online, like maybe at first just with Dustin, Mike and Lucas's kids? grandkids? I can't do the math rn 😂 😂 but then other people would want him to be DM for campaigns.

This could also tie nicely with his lack of HS diploma (or identification documents really...). it might not be for everyone, but with a little luck, some charisma and hard work you can still make a living in 2022!

- he'd definitely be fascinated about the internet and the amount of porn on it. Rule 34 😂

- food delivery, best invention of the modern world. and frankly, just home delivery in general, he would order the most random things off adds and telescoping. vegetable cutting multi tools, 2 in 1 head scratcher and shoulder massage devices.

- take him to Disneyland, please! 😢 he'd be like a little kid on Christmas.

- wonder if he'd ever look up his uncle and what happened to him🤔

- it would be nice if the gang managed to clear his name and maybe say he became a victim too instead of being remembered as a murderer.

Hope any of these help in any way, I'm looking forward to many chapters 🤩

That's all I have for now, but, probably...

*Terminator voice* I'll be back!

Anon! Your message makes me so happy because my story has got your head spinning with headcanons of 2022!Eddie. I'm honored.

I reckon maybe the first part of your message got cut off though?

I love these ideas. It's TBA how long he'll stay in this day and age, so he might not be around long enough to need to make money, etc. But you're so right. His personality is so suited to YouTubing. Maybe big Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural vibes, but more high energy.

Thank you for your message, and your ideas. Anything that I put in the fic will be credited of course. And please - be back. Anytime! xo Rhi

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Headcanon #Rhi Answers

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