#The Mom Attractor

[forgottenpnffacts]

Doof struggles with keeping his lab clean, having to hire maids (like Nancy and Doreen) or have Norm clean it.

#phineas and ferb #pnf #heinz doofenshmirtz #dr doofenshmirtz #doofenshmirtz #norm #norm the robot #norm doofenshmirtz #The Mom Attractor #S'Winter #Troy Story #Phineas and Ferb: Mission Marvel

[dwampyverse-tournaments]

There are too many episodes to seed. Please help me out (14)

#pnf episodes #pnf episodes tournament #phineas and ferb #dwampyverse #poll #poll tournament #tournament poll #poll bracket #dwampyverse tournament #preliminary polls #the doof side of the moon #the fast and the phineas #the inator method #the lizard whisperer #the magnificent few #the mom attractor #the secret of success #tip of the day #tour de ferb #toy to the world #tree to get ready #tri-state treasure: boot of secrets

[ladymariayuri]

i havent checked my saved appearances in over 5 months i dont even want to know what half of this

#get naked.... woman attractor...... soccer mom....... walmart watcher....?

[ncityprincess]

the peeping jae

plot: perv loser jae listening to his jock roommate johnny and his hot cheerleader girlfriend fuck

MDNI!!! MATURE CONTENT this is extremely out of my comfort zone, but it's been sitting in the back of my mind. I love loser jae, you love loser jae, we ALL love loser jae. picture subway jaehyun and faster stage Johnny for reference. jae is a peeping tom in this story, just trying to listen in on some action. Johnny and OC are very mean to him, but it's somewhat deserved I guess? lots of degrading, voyerism, and overall smutty fun. but of course, NONE of this is reflective of how I think these men are in real life. this is just fiction. happy reading :)

it wasn't supposed to be like this. you weren't supposed to find out.

jeong jaehyun was a star engineering major at NCIT. all of his professors adored him. he always listened attentively in his lectures, took thorough notes, and aced his exams with flying colors. he was surely on track to be the valedictorian of his class.

that being said, his niche knowledge of rollercoaster mechanics and his overall...vibe wasn't exactly a mate attractor. he wore khakis and collared tops that his mom would send him each semester. he didn't care for, nor know about the latest brand name shoes or clothes. he kept a handkerchief in his pocket in case his nervous sweat got out of control. needless to say, the inexperienced college student was far from a ladies man. the farthest he had gone was a kiss on a cheek from his neighbor next door senior year of high school. their moms thought it would be a good idea for them to go to the prom together. he thought his soul might leave his body when his date leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

besides that and pleasuring himself to some good ole pornos, jeong jaehyun's sexual experiences were quite scarce. I guess it didn't bother him per say? I mean, did he want to know what sex was like? what boobs felt like in real life? how many licks it took to get a girl to squirt? of course! but the thought of actually talking to a girl makes his nervous sweat act up, cue his handkerchief drenched in sweat. so that's why he preferred keeping his head down, focusing on his studies, and staying out of the way.

that was until one particular Friday night came around.

you had always stayed over Johnny (and his) dorm thursday-saturday nights. Thursdays were party nights, and you being the darling cheer captain and THE Johnny Suh's girlfriend, it was customary that you two attend every huge NCIT rager. The handsome hockey captain and the gorgeous head cheerleader were never far apart from one another. of course, you couldn't bare to sleep away from your man in your clingy drunken state, which was why Thursday nights were a given. Friday and Saturday were spent simultaneously recovering from Thursday's events and loving up on one another.

the awkward engineering student usually stayed out of the way when you came over, not wanting to intrude on your couple time and possibly make the large athlete angry. jaehyun either spent his weekends back at home, or in his dorm room watching sci-fi movies. this weekend, he decided to stay on campus to get a head start on his engineering project for class.

after a few hours of setting up the blueprint for his rollercoaster design project, he made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. he had to walk past Johnny's room to get to the kitchen, but a certain sound made him stop in his tracks. it was a sound that shot straight to his downstairs area. a loud, drawn out moan ricocheted off the walls of their apartment style dorm. he instantly knew what you two were doing behind that door. his thirst was still there, but this time it was a different type of thirst he needed quenched.

he knew it was wrong. he knew he shouldn't have done it, but the second the thought entered his mind his feet moved faster than his brain. he tiptoed closer to johnny's door and gently put his ear up to it. blood rushed straight to his dick when he heard the sounds of you moaning and whining. he fantasized about what you two could've been doing in there right now.

were you getting fucked? were his fingers deep inside your tight little pussy? were you about to come? oh how he wished he could be a fly on the wall. he settled for being a fly outside of the door instead.

"mmm baby your tongue feels so gooood" you moaned out.

Johnny had his head buried under your skirt, his tongue making your sensitive bud feel so good. you were topless, letting your hands roam over your large breasts.

"oh yeah? how about my fingers? do they feel good too?" your boyfriend asked as he plunged two fingers into your pussy.

you squealed, rocking your hips against johnny's face, begging him for more.

jaehyun was so close to shoving his hand down his pants to relieve himself of the pressure, but he didn't want to go that far. it'd probably be best to savor these dirty sounds and store them in his memories for later tonight when he's all alone in the darkness of his room.

suddenly, the deliciously pornographic sound of you cumming broke him out of his thoughts, driving him absolutely insane. he wondered what it would be like having such a sexy girl like you in his bed, making those sounds all because of him. for now, he had to settle for being an outsider looking in.

"fuck, I gotta go grab a condom from my wallet, it's in the living room" Johnny said as he got up from underneath your skirt.

"um hello? don't we have plenty in the drawer right here" you asked, impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to stick his dick in you already.

"had–yuta snagged a couple during homecoming weekend, jungwoo and taeil took some for their camping trip with a few of your teammates. besides, you KNOW we're not exactly prudes babe" he said wiggling his eyebrows.

you blushed, "whatever, just hurry up before I use my vibrator instead"

"only if I can watch"

you threw a pillow at him and he headed for the door

"alright alright, feisty"

Johnny opened the door and collided into a tall, lanky figure.

jaehyun jumped back and made a frightened, surprised sound.

you shrieked and covered your exposed chest with your discarded top.

"yo, what the fuck are you doing man!?" Johnny asked his suspicious roommate.

"uh I uh–I was just gonna–I–uhhh–" jaehyun frantically stuttered.

"were you just spying on my girlfriend and I, freak!?"

"n–n–no I was just"

"y–y–you were just WHAT jeong"

before jaehyun could come up with an answer Johnny grabbed him by the collar of his polo shirt and shoved him into the wall.

jaehyun's eyes went wide with fear, knowing he wouldn't be able to defend himself from the 6 foot 2 jock.

"baby! put him down." you said calmly

Johnny and jaehyun stopped and looked at you in shock, the latter also silently thanking you.

"what? this loser was probably getting off to us just now" Johnny said with anger evident in his voice.

you sat up on the bed, no longer bothering to cover your boobs.

"can't you see babe? jaehyun clearly liked what he heard. I mean, look at him"

Johnny snapped out of it a bit, and slowly released jaehyun from his hold. he stood back a bit and took in jaehyun's flustered form, and his very obvious hard on.

Johnny chuckled condescendingly "haha, you're right babe. the dork's got a raging boner. what's the matter jeong, huh? my pretty girlfriend's got your dick doing the thinking for ya?"

jaehyun felt his ears getting even more red, if it was even possible. he finally hung his head in shame and muffled out an apology.

"huh? what was that? couldn't hear you dork speak up" Johnny said

jaehyun took in a deep breath and finally lifted his head up to look Johnny in the eye.

"I said I'm sorry"

"hmph, sorry for what, loser?" Johnny replied, puffing his chest out and smirking

"I'm sorry for spying on you and your girlfriend. I shouldn't have done that" jaehyun wanted nothing more than to escape to his room and never come out again.

"ahem, where's MY apology?" you finally spoke up.

jaehyun looked at you from the doorway, trying painfully hard to not look at your exposed breasts.

"sorry y/n, I was wrong for listening to you guys"

"mmm, i'm not sure i'm convinced" you said with faux sadness.

jaehyun stuttered for a moment, not sure what else to say or do in this extremely uncomfortable moment.

"get on your knees and crawl to foot of the bed" you demanded in a soft voice

"uhhh, pardon?" jaehyun squeaked out

"she SAID, get on your knees and crawl to her. DONT make her tell you again" Johnny gritted in jaehyun's ear.

jaehyun immediately sank to his knees and made his way over to you, feeling even more shame than he felt before. once he made it to the foot of the bed you kneeled directly in front of him, breasts on full display.

"now, apologize again, like you mean it this time"

jaehyun could barely look you in the eye. shame and humiliation really setting in now.

"y/n, I swear it'll never happen again. I won't even look at you anymore please, I'm so so sorry for being a pervert. please."

you stared down at him for a few moments. you were disgusted by how creepy his behavior was. he barely so much as made eye contact with you whenever you came to johnny's place. where did he get the balls to do something so dirty all of a sudden?

but a part of you also felt a newfound sense of power. your boyfriend loved to call the shots and you loved letting him even more. but right now, you wanted a taste of that power. you wanted to show this peasant who the true king and queen were around here. you looked up at Johnny, who was still standing in the doorway watching this all go down. you two made deep eye contact, and the two of you instantly knew how the rest of the night was going to go.

you grabbed jaehyun's chin with your pink manicured nails. "listen you little freak, you like invading people's privacy huh? well now you're gonna sit here and watch my boyfriend rail the shit out of me all night long. and you're gonna sit there, be a good boy and keep your hands to yourself, do I make myself clear?"

the end💋

#nct jaehyun #jaehyun smut #jaehyun x y/n #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x oc #johnny x reader #johnny hard hours #johnny nct #nct johnny #johnny smut #jaehyun hard thoughts #jaehyun hard hours #loser jaehyun #subway jaehyun #nct 127 hard thoughts #nct 127 smut #nct smut #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct 127 #imagine nct #kpop imagines #kpop smut

[incorrect-pipravi]

LauCara (Lauren x Cara) headcanons

Since I finally came out as a LauCara shipper (that’s what I decided to call them) and I’m currently addicted to writing headcanons (because 1. it’s fun and 2. I’m too lazy to write anything else rn) here’s some hcs

Cara had always thought that Lauren was adorable ever since they first met in middle school (I think that’s when they met?), not only was she extremely beautiful and gorgeous, but she had a good personality.

Lauren was sociable, funny, not afraid to show her real emotions or thoughts and very charming. She was a natural attractor of the spotlight.

However, Cara’s crush only started developing into something more than an admiration for a friend when Lauren dyed her hair red and Cara was like “Oh. Oh no.”

Cara had told Naomi immediately, panicking.

“I’ve known her for years, Naomi! She has never expressed an ounce of interest in girls. Oh god. I’m doomed. And she’s my best friend! What will I do?”

“First of all, please stop pacing and take a seat.” Naomi had told her. “Second of all, even I didn’t know that you liked girls until you told me and I’m your older sister. You might have a tiny chance, but still it’s a chance. If she doesn’t then you’ll eventually get over it. And besides you’re totally perfect. Any girl would be lucky to have your attention and love.”

Pip, of course, didn’t need to be told because she noticed the lovesick looks Cara had been giving Lauren when she’s not looking.

“Yeah. You caught me red-handed, Detective Pip. I really like Loz. I’m fucked, am I not?”

Pip had hugged her and told her that whatever she decided to do she’d do about her crush she’ll have her unending support.

Lauren was still oblivious to Cara’s pining and to top it all off, she started dating Tom.

“I’ll never have a chance. I’m truly pathetic.” She had told Pip on the phone whilst crying.

Six months later, she got a call from a crying Lauren and she had immediately left whatever she was doing, bought chocolate and other snacks and headed to Lauren’s house.

After Lauren’s breakup with Tom, Cara was always there with Lauren comforting her and listening to her.

"He made me feel worthless.” Lauren had told her about Tom.

“No. Hey, listen to me.” Cara turned Lauren’s head toward her, made her look into her eyes. “You’re not worthless. You’re the most wonderful girl I know. You’re anything but worthless.”

Something in their relationship shifted. They started spending more time together, especially since Pip was already busy with her EPQ and the boys were still away on summer vacations.

Cara’s presence, her words and her comforting touch became a constant in Lauren’s day.

Lauren started feeling something more for Cara and for a while she wasn’t sure what to do. She had never liked a girl before. This new feeling, it overwhelmed her.

She probably did one of those “am I gay?” quizzes.

Lauren’s mother had been a great help. She had helped her figure out her sexuality (which I hc her as bisexual) as well as aided her in accepting this new part of her identity and gave her some great relationship advice.

“Listen to me, my love. I know that all of this is overwhelming to you and I’m not saying that you have to go and tell everyone, but what I’m trying to say is that you should consider telling Cara about your feelings or else you might end up regretting it.”

“But what if she doesn’t like me and it makes things awkward and then that would mean I ruined our friendship for nothing?”

“Believe me, angel. It won’t ruin anything.” Her mom smiled all knowingly. “I’ve seen the way that girl looks at you. Just give it a shot!”

Lauren tries to do as her mother advised, but she backs down every single time.

Lauren and Cara finally kiss during the calamity party. They’re both a little bit drunk and are having a moment alone and with a drunken fit of courage, things finally work in their favor.

Both of them caught in the moment, leaning slowly towards one another and their lips finally meet.

They both panic and sit in complete silence for a few seconds, searching each other’s eyes for any reaction.

“I- I li-“ Cara takes a deep steadying breath before continuing. “I like you, Loz. I have liked you for a while.”

Cara then watches Lauren’s face for any expression or sign, but she can’t read her emotions very well at that moment and she starts to panic, but before she can do anything Lauren is pressing her lips against Cara’s, again.

“I like you, too.” Lauren whispers against Cara’s lips.

They talk more about it the next morning when they are sober. They decide to start dating, but to keep it a secret for a while until Lauren is ready to come out.

When they tell the group, everyone is happy and is supportive. (Everyone already knew because the couple had been anything, but subtle. Though of course they decided to respect the couple’s privacy and pretended like they didn’t have a clue!)

This is all for now, but I plan on writing more because I really enjoyed writing this!

#cara x lauren #cara ward x lauren gibson #laucara #a good girls guide to murder #agggtm #cara ward #lauren gibson #laucara headcanons

[hiimponyboysgirl]

jj maybanks x y/n

i don’t like the fact that there isn’t any JJ maybanks fluff and ONLY fluff so i took it into my hands to write it! 

As i slide out of my bedroom door, i see my brothers best friend asleep on our pull-out couch. I slap his ass, waking him up. “you been outside yet, JJ?” i ask, and he shakes his head no. “i’m being lazy today.” he says, and i walk outside. JJ follows me out, and i lean over the side of the boat, just barely able to reach the stick at the bottom. He lifts me up by my waist, and i pick up the stick. He places me on the ground, and i smile at him. “You know, i have something to tell you.” i say, feeling that since JB is asleep still, this is my time to admit my feelings for his best friend. “Oh yeah? And what's that?” he says, putting my on his shoulders while leaning down so i could clean the boat from the wires and sticks on the inside. All of a sudden, JB walks out, and i sigh. “You know what, nevermind, it’s not important.” i say, and he places me on my feet once i’m done cleaning. “JB we should go boating!” i say, and he smiles and nods. I walk inside, then quickly change.I run back out to JJ, and he holds his arms out to me as i run into his arms, and he spins me. “Lets go pick up kie!” i say, and JJ smiles. As we get to the deck by the wreck, we see kie holding a cooler. JB stands up, helping her into the boat. “Hi kie!” i say, and we hug. “Ooohhh! You look goood!” she says, and i spin in a circle for her to see, and she gives me a look as i look at JJ to see if he was paying attention. He wasn’t. He was messing around with JB. me and kie talk and laugh, as the boys pull up to the deck pope was working on. After a little kerfuffle with his dad i stand up. “Mr.Hayward? Can we please hang out with pope? I promise we’ll keep him safe and make sure he doesn’t do anything STUPID.” i say, eyeing the boys. “Fine! Pope, you're only going because the Rutledge girl asked nicely, and i’m ok with the Rutledge girl.” his dad says, and i smile at him. “Thank you sir!” i say, and his dad smiles at me. We leave the deck, and pope hi-5’s me. “How do you do that?” kie says, and i smile. “I’m a DILF attractor.” i say, and pope hits my arm. “Dude. that's my dad.” he says, and i nod. “And? Your dads a DILF a kie’s mom is a milf, and JJ’s dad is an asshole. JB’s dad is dead.” i say, and JB looks at me. “That's your dad too, asshole.” he says, and my grin drops. “Oh yeah.” i say, and we all laugh. All of a sudden, we hit something, and JJ goes flying off the boat. “JJ!!” i yell, and he comes back over the water. “JJ are you ok!?” i say. “I think my heals touched the back of my head.” he said. “Guys, there's a boat.” pope says. 2 hours later……………………………………….As me, JJ, and JB walk into the chateau, JB hugs JJ and kisses my head. “Night guys.” he says, and i wave and smile. I and JJ drop onto the couch, and i sigh. “What was it you were gonna tell me earlier?” he says, and i look at him. “It’s…it’s not important.” i say, and he grabs my hand. “I have something to tell you too…” he says, and i look at him. “What is it?” i say, and all of a sudden, JB walks out. “DUDE!” JJ says, and i giggle. “What?” JB says innocently. “I was about to tell her you-know-what!” JJ says, and JB nods. “I know. That's why i came out. I’m postponing it.” JB says, then laughs and walks back to his room. “Back to what i was saying…i like you. Like a lot.” he says. “I like you, too, JJ. that's what i was going to tell you earlier. I’ve liked you since you and JB met in 3rd grade.” i say, and JJ smiles. “Aww.” he says. “Shut up.” i say, and kiss him. I giggle when we separate, my hands still on his cheeks. “Come here.” he says, tapping his lap. I climb onto his lap as he lays back, laying me onto his hard but comfortable chest, his heart beating in my ear, and my eyes flutter shut, letting sleep take over my body. 

#jj mayback x reader #x reader #jj maybank #jj imagine #obx #john b routledge

[remindingpersephone]

I'm not quite sure what I'm doing with these cards. I've had several different decks of oracle cards for years, but never really used them with any regularity.

I stumbled upon a Gabby Bernstein IG post a few weeks ago, right after my mom came home from the hospital. I was still reeling a bit from all that was to be done, and my role in it. I don't remember exactly what the post was, but it seemed like a gift from the universe. An almost tangible "You're going to be okay, kid," message. I watched a few more of her IG reels and checked out her books. Super Attractor, and it's companion card deck, seemed to jump out at me.

I think I will start by using the card pulls as a journaling prompt. Also possibly as a meditation guide. I've tried meditating on and off for years but never stick with it. Hmmm, I see a pattern here. Time to put a little more effort into a spiritual wellbeing practice. My nature is to flit from thing to thing, like a butterfly among the flowers. Now that life is more complicated that tendency won't benefit me as much as a dedicated routine. Time to figure out exactly what that looks like for me.

#super attractor #gabrielle bernstein

[frogdottir]

The Great Attractor

Read on AO3 <3

“I’m alright. I turned out just fine. Mom and I have each other,” she reassured, “we’re strong.”

The words didn’t feel right to hear. A part of him wanted her to hate him, to tell him he’d made a mistake. Maybe it was selfish. No, it was absolutely selfish. He would never get to see her grow up or teach her how to drive or beat up shitty boys or- just any of it. He could never be there.

She would never need him.

“Are you?”

She broke eye contact and directed her gaze toward the ground. He squeezed her hands encouragingly. If this was the only opportunity he would ever get to be a father, he would do everything in his power not to fuck it up.

Or Tony gets to talk to his daughter one final time.

#iron man #endgame spoilers #ao3 fanfic #irondad #morgan stark #spiderson #spider man fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 author #cross posted on ao3 #spiderman

[bluerosethornrp]

Azusa and Rosey TV tropes

Everyone Can See It: It's obvious that these two are meant to be together, if only they themselves saw it

Claimed by the Supernatural: A supernatural being falls in love with a regular person and "claims" them with some sort of "mark".

Fatal Attractor: This character always seems to fall in love with evil/mentally unstable people.

Garden of Love: Gardens as a setting for love to take root, grow, and blossom

Headbutt of Love: Lovers press their foreheads together

How Dad Met Mom: Come around, kids, this is the story of how your father and I fell in love

Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: A couple where the man towers over the woman

I Didn't Mean to Turn You On: Unintentionally making someone fall in love with you.

Interrupted Declaration of Love: Character tries to confess their love for somebody but is interrupted

Interspecies Romance: Romance between beings of different species

Mayfly–December Romance: Romance between people of different lifespans, for example an immortal and a mortal

Paralyzing Fear of Sexuality: A character desires a romantic relationship, but fears succumbing to their base desires

#diabolik lovers oc #rosey core #mukami verse #diabolik oc #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers

[harbinger-of-kisses]

The umbrella had either been designed by an idiot or a sadist.

It had a map of the city on the top, rendered in a charming sepia, and a map of its intricate tunnel system on the bottom, all moody blues and purples. This was all well and good, until you actually attempted to use the thing. If aboveground, you would need the aboveground map, which would be inaccessible, as it would be pointed toward the sky for the benefit of no one. The intuitive next step is to turn it upside down, but with this comes the unfortunate drawbacks of shielding oneself from a downpour by holding a bowl over one’s head. As you held the map, head craning, it would steadily become heavier and heavier, until it began overflowing, at which point you would be encircled in a curtain of rain. How you would return from this state is a matter of your own ingenuity. There’s little to be said about its utility underground, except as a uniquely unwieldy map, and an attractor of odd looks. 

Though, Lettie reflected glumly, to have bought it, I must either be an idiot or a masochist, and I’m not a masochist. 

She was searching for the name of the street she was on, and doing so quickly, because the umbrella was filling. The street was Ravenscroft, and she had no clue how she’d gotten there, though she was trying to find out. She didn’t get to, though, as the building water suddenly and thunderously tore through the umbrella, dumping onto her with a mighty splash. This was unfortunate on two counts. On the first, it wasted her efforts in forcing the umbrella to function for what was ostensibly its primary use. On the second, she had been devising a much more painful and graphic end for this umbrella once she no longer had use for it. The map was still intact- the fiber of the umbrella had merely been torn away from its metal framework, which it had been attached to quite cheaply. She tore it the rest of the way off, and, letting the skeleton drop to the grass beside her, held it up to read as best she could. She consoled herself by thinking she could still track down whoever designed it and give them that painful end instead. 

The streets, warped to fit on their circular canvas, were becoming difficult to tell apart in the rapidly fading light. She had been hoping that she’d somehow know her way around, but that was silly. She hadn’t known her way around the city when she’d lived here either. She felt she had run entirely out of options by the time she saw a taxicab rounding the corner. All her misery turned to desperation as she began jumping, waving her map like a flag above her head. As the taxi drove past her, she got a view of three rowdy and transparently drunk teenagers in the backseat. She let her arm fall to her side.

-

Red. White. White. Grey. Blue. Black. Grey. 

Grey. 

“You handled that very well, you know.” 

“Thanks.” Brown. 

“Really. Most kids your age aren’t nearly so mature as you.”

“Thanks.”

“I know I wasn’t that mature when I was your age.” We stop. Red, white, green, white. Lots of white ones. “You are okay, aren’t you?” I turn, and see she has lowered her sunglasses, and is peering over them at me. “You’d tell me if you were hurt, right?”

“Of course, mom,” I say, and give her an obliging smile before resting my head against the window again. TRI-9362. GHA4511. 

“Okay. I guess so, it’s just- and I know you hate this. Like Ah! Mom! Shut up! I get it. But it’s my job, you know.”

“I don’t mind,” I tell her, but I kind of do. I can tell she’s going to be talking for a while, probably the whole ride home. I was hoping she would keep not talking about it.

“You’re just so self-sufficient! I don’t know what to do! I guess I’d just feel better if I were able to do something. To know I was helping you somehow. But that’s just me being selfish, huh.”

“You’re not being selfish,” I say promptly. If I let her insult herself, she’ll get worked up, and act like I’m insulting her. 

“Thanks, hun,” she says, and I can tell from her voice she’s smiling. “Leticia,” she says playfully, and I smile a little, too. We’re moving again. 

“You do have someone to talk to, though, right? Like, a friend who you can talk about things with, things you don’t want to talk about with me?” 

“Yeah,” I say, like I do every time she asks this. It’s also kind of true. I have a friend, even if she doesn’t go to the same school as me anymore, and we haven’t talked in… four months? More? But it isn’t like we’ve ever had any of the sort of talks Mom is imagining. Does anyone talk like that? I don’t think kids do. Why can’t she just believe I’m fine?

I’ve always been fine. People oversell everything. I was hoping that maybe starting middle school would be when important things started happening, when things worth caring about and taking seriously started happening, but it wasn’t really any different than before. It was just more school. Every grade has just been more school. I feel like I could get used to anything, and then it would feel the same as everything else. Even Mom cheating on Dad. It doesn’t really matter. I’m fine with not seeing Dad again. I’m also fine with not seeing Mom again, if it goes that way, but I don’t think it is. Her lawyer told a good story- I couldn’t help but be a little interested. Still, I mostly just read my book. 

I’ve learned that if I do only what’s expected, things turn out in an expected way, endlessly. At first I was surprised when Mom was caught cheating on Dad. What I would have done that night, as they shouted at each other, if it had just been another night, would be to read a book in my room. And since that’s what I did anyway, it was just another night after all. 

And the more I thought about it, the cheating didn’t challenge my theory. People in love cheat on each other all the time. More often than not, maybe. They also break up all the time. Even if my parents divorced, that’d still just be a common occurrence. Once I’d figured that much, I calmed down a lot, and stopped thinking about it. So when my Mom sat me down and told me that’s what was happening, I was ready. It didn’t affect me at all. I liked the feeling, though, when she was surprised at how calm I was, and when it made her worry.

Hot pink. That’s unusual. And they’ve attached little foam antlers to the front. It’s almost summer.

“You know,” she continues, “I’ve been reading this little self-help book. The… well, I don’t remember the name. But it’s really amazing stuff. Really, really insightful stuff. I just read this last chapter, it’s about stoicism. A very wise philosophy, you know. All about not letting things bother you, keeping perspective, being, like, immoveable. I’ll lend it to you sometime.”

“I’ll read it.” I won’t. She’ll forget about it. Grey. Grey. 

“Stoic. I’ll bet that’s it. You’re a very special kid, you know that?”

“Mm.” I know that. 

“You should be proud of how you handled yourself today.”

Green. White. Blue. White. 

“Very special. And so smart and talented, and such good grades. You’re going to grow up to be a very respectable person, I’m sure. And you’re so good at soccer! Makes me feel like I ought to have been doing more when I was young.”

I smile to myself. It’s silly, but it’s the kind of talk that gets to me. I feel warm, thinking about it. I am kind of special, aren’t I? Of course, everyone thinks that a little, but I know it’s true. I imagine the kids in my class think it, but I can see the difference between them and me like night and day, and so can the teachers. Shouldn’t special people be fine with admitting to themselves? 

That’s right. I’ll just keep doing what’s expected of me. When I do the expected thing, expected things happen. And I know what’s expected for people like me. A smart kid in a well-off-enough family, and one who doesn’t get caught up on all those things people are always complaining about. From fumbling with keys to divorce, I can’t understand what moves them to the kinds of rage or frustration I see in the people around me. I’m one of the kids who ends up in a decent house with a comfortable job and some money to work with. I’m quite sure of it. I don’t need much at all to be fine, so that’s plenty. So why care about anything so much you get mad over it? Everything between here and there, time will wash away. 

I wish, though, that for once, things would be something other than fine, and something unexpected would happen. But nothing ever happens here. Nothing happens anywhere. 

Grey. Grey. Grey. Grey. Grey.

-

Lettie stood before her old home with a metal umbrella frame in one hand and a cheap circle of canvas in the other. 

The house had been in the Dinheimer family for as long as anyone could guess. It was one great mass of precarious skyward extensions, each made by different hands, and each the product of different eras of architecture. The ambition of the procession of Dinheimers responsible was unfortunately not matched by their skill, though their repeated engagements in brinkmanship with the force of gravity had not yet caused utter catastrophe. When Lettie’s father had resolved to leave his own mark on the ancient house, its state was that of a Jenga tower at the end of a game which, by the accounts of any but the players, ought to have ended many turns ago. 

A house divided will stand just fine for as long as you let it. Maybe I’ll tear it down, then. Can I burn it? Wouldn’t be arson, but probably still illegal somehow or other. Unfair.

Lettie regarded the doors, and dropped the umbrella frame. She held onto the canvas because that would blow away in the wind. She took her key from her coat pocket and forced it into the lock. It didn’t want to turn for her, but it turned soon enough.

Inside, she wasn’t sure what to do right away. First, she closed the door behind her and dropped the map to the floor. She took off her backpack. Then she sat in her father’s chair. There, he’d fussed to her mother that it wouldn’t be right- that it wasn’t his right- for him to add an extension to the Dinheimer house. Her mom thought it was perfect that the man she’d fallen in love with had turned out to be a carpenter and a builder, and could immortalize their union in her family’s house. It was her way of saying, “You’re one of us. We accept you. We are destined for each other.” It was also the main reason his lawyer was able to swing it that he got to keep the house when they split, that and a few other reasons. It would be left to Lettie when he was gone, so it would stay in the family. And now he was gone.

-

I never fall asleep before 2 a.m.. I lay in bed and sleep doesn’t come, so I just think. And sometimes, I manage to slip my mind into this little groove. When I do it, I go from knowing that I’m going to die someday to really, truly comprehending it, I think. For five to ten seconds, I feel this desperate panic that I want to run through the streets screaming about, telling everyone, “You’re going to die! You’re all going to die!” I also feel this total powerlessness, because I know nothing I do will help or change anything, and doing anything at all is the same as doing anything else. So quickly it disappears. When it does, I keep on thinking the words over and over, in different combinations. You’re going to die someday. You won’t exist. You’ll be dead. Your consciousness will end. You won’t experience anything. There’ll be no you. Sometimes I manage to get the feeling back to back. It used to be I could manage it about once a week. As I’ve gotten older, there’s been more and more time between each success, which I don’t like. It’s still the strongest emotion I’ve ever felt. 

I wonder if I’m a sociopath.

-

“You know, there’s a monster under your bed.”

I really hate my brother. When I was younger, I was really dumb and immature, and I did all kinds of embarrassing things. I believed dumb lies or messed up doing simple stuff. Now I’m twelve, and am much more mature. Everyone at school knows it. The problem with family is that they remember all the stuff from before you knew how to control yourself. I think everyone should be allowed to get a new family at twelve, so they can make a new first impression, now that they know how to get it right. It’s not fair otherwise. 

“Shut up,” I say. “I’m not eight.”

“Oh?” He leans over me, and I make a point of not looking up from my book. “Then how come you’re reading a picture book?”

That’s a kids’ thing?! I had no idea. I’m about to say that it isn’t a picture book, it’s just a book with a few pictures in it, but I realize that there’s a better choice. “It’s assigned reading,” I lie, closing it. 

“Tch. You’re so boring. I don’t understand why I got cursed with the most boring sister in existence.” 

“I don’t understand why I got cursed with the most annoying brother in existence. I suppose being not boring would mean being easier to trick?” I give up not looking at him then, since with the book closed, there isn’t anything else believable to be looking at. 

“It would mean all kinds of things. Don’t you want to have any fun? Maybe if you were more fun, I would have made you an accomplice in my raid on the candy for Halloween this morning.” He waggles his eyebrows and grins. 

I stare at him in silence for a moment, then I go and grab our telephone off the wall and start dialing. 

“...What are you doing?”

“I’m telling mom. She said not to touch that.”

“Wha-!” He snatches the phone from my hand. 

“Hey!” I shout, and jump to try and reach it, but he holds it high above my head.

“I was joking! Jesus, I was just trying to get a reaction. This is what I’m talking about! Why is that where your mind goes. Are you even human? Jesus,” he says again. “Look, I’ll put the phone back once you promise not to do that. I didn’t steal any of the Halloween candy. You can go look if you like; all the bags are still unopened.” 

I think for a moment, and decide it isn’t worth it. Even if he did take some, it doesn’t really matter. “Okay,” I say. “I promise.” He sets the phone back on the wall with a click.  I watch the wire swing. 

“There is a monster under your bed, though.”

“Oh my go-”

“No, listen! I really mean it. It’s one of those things that sounds wild, but is really real. Like Bigfoot, you know?”

I hesitate. Is Bigfoot real? I don’t know much about it- him? I shake my head after a moment, though. “No. If there were a monster under my bed, I’d know by now.”

“But you wouldn’t. They’re really sneaky, see? Like possums.”

I eye him mistrustfully, and he gives me this really serious look. “Why would a monster want to sleep under my bed?”

“I dunno. Maybe they like dark places. Small ones, safe from predators”

“They’re… animals?”

“Of course they’re animals! What else would they be, plants?”

I feel my face color. They’d have to be one or the other. Is this really just something I didn’t know about? I want to ask more questions, but if I ask my brother, I’ll look even more dumb. I can ask someone tomorrow, when I’ll be back in school. I’ll also do some investigation tonight. Best not to tell him that, though. If he is lying, he’ll find it hilarious that I went looking for evidence. Is “monster” a species? Is calling someone a monster… a metaphor? Because monsters are nasty or scary? 

“I’m going to read in my room so I can get some peace,” I announce, so he won’t know where I stand on the whole monster-under-the-bed thing one way or the other. 

Once the door to my room is locked, I instantly feel better. I set my book down and collapse into my desk chair, spinning it to face the bed. I kinda hate the cartoon birds on the sheets, but I’m not going to ask for new ones, because it doesn’t actually matter. The space underneath is small, but not too small for me. I imagine a little possum staring at me from under it, its open mouth a pink triangle, its wide eyes catching the light. I lean my head back and close my eyes for a minute, soaking in the solitude.

I imagine going and meeting a new family. I’d show up in front of their house, and they’d be waiting for me out front. “Hi,” I’d say. “I’m Leticia Eduard Dinheimer, but you can call me Lettie,” and I’d shake their hands. “Hi,” my new mother would say. “I’m Mrs….” Well, I don’t know what her name would be. It isn’t really important. What matters is that I wouldn’t have a brother, and me and my parents would handle things like adults. My new mother wouldn’t shout or cry or hold me as captive audience in the car. She’d just make me food and drive me places. All you need parents for, really. 

Actually, at that point, why have parents at all? I bet I could do both of those things. 

I suddenly decide it’s time to investigate, and spring to my feet. I spin around on my way to the bed, then let myself fall to the floor and catch myself. It’s dark under there, but not too dark, and I can make out the far wall. There are some tissues, some pencils, some hair, a couple coins… wait, hair!? I scrabble underneath, and grab the hair, then take it out to look at in the light.

It’s a thin tangle of long, dark strands- dark brown. A shiver of excitement runs through me. It could easily be my own, but brown is a pretty common color for hair. I squint and think. This doesn’t rule anything out. Is this monster really real? I hope so. Everything’s so dull, I’d love to find a monster under my bed. Of course, it’ll probably end up being disappointing- everything is, once you understand it or get used to it. But I can hope, at least for now. 

I’ll have to check when it’s night, and the monster’s sleeping. That’s why it’d be coming here, presumably. A safe place to sleep. Thanks to what my brother said, I just keep on picturing it as a large possum. The most recent development is that it is now an entirely brown possum. For unrelated reasons, I don’t seem to be able to picture a possum with any expression other than wide eyed with its little mouth open. I must have seen a picture of that somewhere. 

I’ve changed into my PJs and brushed my teeth. I lock the door to my room, as always. I can’t relax when I know someone could open the door at any second. I’ll lay in bed for a few hours, and then I’ll sneak down and search under the bed for the monster. I can’t leave my lamp on to read, because then the monster might not come. I’ll just have to lay still and pretend to be asleep. 

Another hour and a half, as best I can figure, and the dull light of the moon is all that fills the room. I’ve been thinking, and I don’t know how the monster could be getting in each night, since I always close and lock the door. I’ll still check, since I might as well, but now that the excitement has worn off, I’m quite sure I know exactly what I’ll find. After this, I’m never going to believe another word my brother says.

Nonetheless, I stealthily slip out of bed, and squint underneath. It’s no good- there isn’t enough light to see anything. I wonder briefly if the monster might be dangerous, but dismiss it. Even if it is, I could use a little danger. I crawl under, and search about with my hands. I find nothing, and search some more. 

Nothing.

Feeling like an idiot, I crawl back out, and climb back into bed. 

-

Lettie sat in her father’s chair, contemplating murder- in the normal, cathartic, not-serious way everyone does. Hopefully, everyone does. Anyway, her parents were already dead. She considered writing her fantasy down, but decided what she needed right now was not another totally unpublishable Google Doc. Even if she switched the names out, what did she expect readers to come away thinking? Thank goodness that elderly, divorced couple was murdered, and our protagonist got away with it! 

She got up and went to her room upstairs, locking the door behind her. Sitting on her bed, she removed her laptop from her backpack and opened a new Google Doc. After a few minutes of staring at it, she began.

-

Feeling like an idiot, I crawl back out, and climb back into bed…

But as I do, my hand hits something warm and furry. I can just make out a dark mass on the bed, bigger than I am, sprawled out and asleep. At my touch, though, its eyes open, catching the light. They have elliptical pupils, like cats. And there are three of them. I stumble back, letting out a squeak. We both freeze and stare at each other for I don’t know how long. Then it begins to move and, not knowing what else to do, I make for the light switch and flick it on, and, and-

This isn’t my room. A vaulted ceiling covered in painted constellations and hanging model planets, ones I’ve never seen before, with crisscrossing rings and purple oceans. Outside the circular window beside me are two moons, one slightly smaller than the other, far apart in the dark sky. Posters cover the wall, featuring shaggy, three-eyed monsters with ray guns or swords, all covered in a language I can’t read- they look like movie posters. Figurines litter the desk and dresser, and clothes are piled up at the foot of the bed. Drifts of pencil shavings and fur are all over the carpet. Only one thing is familiar. The sheets are different, but- yes, I’m sure: the bedframe is the same as before.

The monster is wearing flannel pajamas, with four sleeves for its four arms. One of those arms reaches blindly for the bedside table as it refuses to take its eyes off me, and it puts on thick red-framed glasses. Its fingers are short and stubby, kind of monkey-like, and free of the long, shaggy fur that covers the rest of its body, save its pink, pig-like snout.  The arc between the two lower lenses supports a third lens above, for its third eye. A shaky, cautiously optimistic smile spreads across its face.

“Can you understand me?” it- she- asks. One bewildered moment later, I nod. “Where did you come from?” she asks next. I manage to point. She looks below her, and when she looks back up, the smile isn’t cautious at all anymore. She jumps to her feet and pumps her fists triumphantly. “I knew it!” she says. “I knew there was a monster under my bed!”

I work my mouth uselessly. The monster has come right up to me, and is circling me rather closely. She tugs at my ear, and that must have broken some kind of spell because I say “Hey! Watch it!”

“Oh! Sorry. I couldn’t help myself; they’re so weird. I mean- sorry.” The pig ears on top of her head twitch. I’m realizing that she smells rather bad.

“So, what were you doing under my bed?”

“I wasn’t! I was looking for a monster under my bed! I was in my room! I don’t know how I got here! I don’t-”

“Shhhhhh. My parents are sleeping.”

“I- oh.” I close my eyes, and take a long, deep breath before opening them again. Only then, I think- only after opening my eyes and seeing her still there, studying me- does it hit me. There’s a monster in front of me. I’m in another world, and there’s a monster in front of me. I can’t help it. A broad smile splits across my face. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s magic. 

“So there’s no magic in your world, either?” she asks, deflating somewhat.

“No,” I say. “None. I’m as shocked to find out my bed’s a portal as you are.”

We’ve discovered that the technology in our worlds is basically the same, and that it’s mostly plants, animals, and geography that’s different. Betheliz- who I’ve elected to call Liz- really wants my world to be like one of her stories. Nothing deters her excitement for long, though. All kinds of mundane things are exciting to her, things that would never occur to me as anything interesting. The name Liz, for example. I told her it’s short for Elizabeth, and she’s taken to it with great enthusiasm. “I have a nickname from another world!” she’d squealed. “I’m going to write it in all my journals and put it in my bio!”

We’re sitting on her- our?- bed at the moment, talking. I’ve already decided that she’s mine- my secret, something I get to know about that my brother will never get to see. He clearly didn’t know that this existed. He was just lying again. It means something, obviously, that I found this place, and not anyone else. “No magic,” she says. “That’s a shame. I was really hoping I could, like, go learn magic in another world! Even if it wouldn’t work when I came back to the real world. Is there at least some big, world-spanning struggle to go be the savior of? Or a chance your world might want to invade mine?”

I think for a minute. “No,” I say. “Not really. It’s pretty boring, actually.”

“Aw, shucks. Well, you must be wrong in some way. Obviously, this wouldn’t have happened unless there was some need for it. Like destiny, you know?” She leaps to her feat, flailing her arms around in a sorry approximation of fighting. “I’m gonna have to battle evil monsters or rescue someone or go and learn some big, valuable lesson and then, when I get back, everyone’s gonna be like, ‘there’s something different about her,’ and then, some bully’s gonna threaten me, and I’m gonna look ‘em dead in the eyes and be like ‘You don’t know what pain is,’ and they’ll be like ‘Oh, man, I don’t, do I?,’ and they’ll stop!”

I laugh, because the utter lack of shame on display has no other response. “How old are you?”

I mean it to be demeaning, but she says, “Thirteen! As of yesterday. See? It totally means something that this portal thing happened when it did.”

That’s a surprise. I figured she couldn’t be older than I was. “I’m thirteen, too.” That’s more truthful than if I said twelve, since I’m closer to thirteen than twelve.

“Awesome!” she says. “Then we should be friends!”

“O-oh!” She’s smiling at me, and I discover that I really don’t want to hurt her feelings. It makes me feel really special, to have someone as unique and novel as her like me. I’ve never really had friends before- I don’t talk to people much, and they don’t tend to notice me. “Ok,” I say, worrying that I’ve waited too long and been rude or made her anxious. Is “Ok,” too weak of an answer? I might be bad at this.

-

Lettie felt her face heating, and half closed her laptop. So this wasn’t an autobiography, then? She struggled with the temptation to delete everything after where she climbed back into bed. But then, where was the story supposed to go? She had no idea how to end it. Maybe I’ll finally have an ending to write once I’m dead. But I guess I can’t wait until then. 

But would a monster friend have really changed anything? Once it’s real, is it really magic anymore?

If magic were real, then the more you learned about it, the more you’d want to learn, and there’d always be more left. Your wonder would outlive your ignorance. Lettie had searched for something like that in the real world, but never found it. So she kept doing the expected at every turn, and time washed her life away. Except that she kept writing. 

Does that mean something? A way to do the unexpected without doing a single goddamned thing, without changing anything. But I guess I’ll just keep writing. 

Lettie set her laptop aside, and stood in her too-small room. Then she crawled under the bed. After a minute, she came out, seized her laptop, and kept writing. 

#writing #short story #cherries and cinnamon #fantasy writing

[cowboytuba]

doing tainted lost dark path and first item was strange attractor, which makes enemies attracted to my tears like a magnet. It's popping off with some extra card space for a holy card and a jera I'll pop on a random chest. Also been popping off with damage with quad shot, dead eye, lump of coal, and even got purity with the damage aura. Into the floor with mom and I got a planetarium. Felt ballsy so I went for boss rush and even cleared it, got split shot and piercing for my troubles and here comes the planetarium. Sagittarius. I picked it up without hesitation because it's good and with lump of coal, split shot, and piercing, it's a devastating combo. One thing though, magnet tears. I have become a whirlpool of death and entering a room means something has to die, me or my enemies. My only insurance is a holy card and bone orbitals from book of the dead, and I regret taking split shot and not book of shadows. Hope I don't throw

[forgottenpnffacts]

Candace’s usual outfit is her favorite one.

#phineas and ferb #pnf #candace flynn #candace gertrude flynn #Bowl R Rama Drama #One Good Scare Ought to Do It! #Bee Day #Bad Hair Day #Nerdy Dancin' #Fly on the Wall #Candace's Big Day #Flop Starz #The Mom Attractor #Phineas and Ferb Busters!

[dwampyverse-tournaments]

Best (Standard) Phineas and Ferb Episode Tournament | Round 1

November 6

Just Passing Through vs. Moon Farm

The Ballad of Badbeard vs. Run Away Runway

The Curse of Candace vs. Picture This

Jerk De Soleil vs. Tree to Get Ready

November 7

Lotsa Latkes vs. Return Policy

Greece Lightning vs. Suddenly Suzy

Journey to the Center of Candace vs. The Fast and the Phineas

Mind Share vs. Hip Hip Parade

November 8

Bad Hair Day vs. Mandace

Got Game? vs. Mommy Can You Hear Me?

De Plane! De Plane! vs. Nerdy Dancin'

Buford Confidential vs. Just Our Luck

February 7

Operation Crumb Cake vs. Great Balls of Water

A Phineas and Ferb Family Christmas vs. The Inator Method

Perry Lays an Egg vs. What a Croc!

Candace Gets Busted! vs. The Belly of the Beast

February 9

Backyard Aquarium vs. La Candace-Cabra

Monster from the Id vs. Tri-State Treasure: Boot of Secrets

Ready for the Bettys vs. The Flying Fishmonger

Day of the Living Gelatin vs. Not Phineas and Ferb

February 12

Steampunx vs. Sci-Fi Pie Fly

Attack of the 50-Foot Sister vs. Face Your Fear

Isabella and the Temple of Sap vs. Cheers for Fears

Bully Bust vs. Just Desserts

February 14

Bee Story vs. Crack that Whip!

S'Winter! vs. Toy to the World

Ask a Foolish Question vs. The Best Lazy Day Ever

Bee Day vs. Robot Rodeo

TBD

Thaddeus and Thor vs. The Mom Attractor

Backyard Hodgepodge vs. Let's Bounce

Gi-Ants vs. For Your Ice Only

Bubble Boys vs. Imperfect Storm

TBD

Drusselsteinoween vs. The Magnificent Few

Spa Day vs. She's the Mayor

Misperceived Monotreme vs. No More Bunny Business

The Bully Code vs. The Secret of Success

TBD

Run, Candace, Run vs. Love at First Byte

Lights, Candace, Action! vs. That's the Spirit!

Fly on the Wall vs. Candace Loses Her Head

A Hard Day's Knight vs. The Lizard Whisperer

TBD

Voyage to the Bottom of Buford vs. Atlantis

Der Kinderlumper vs. Candace's Big Day

Boyfriend from 27,000 B.C. vs. Phineas and Ferb-Busters!

Leave the Busting to Us! vs. Make Play

TBD

Ain't No Kiddie Ride vs. One Good Turn

Quietest Day Ever vs. Last Train to Bustville

Meatloaf Surprise vs. That Sinking Feeling

Father's Day vs. Thanks But No Thanks

TBD

Put that Putter Away vs. Mom's in the House

Hide and Seek vs. What'd I Miss?

The Doof Side of the Moon vs. Perry the Actorpus

Don't Even Blink vs. Sleepwalk Surprise

Get That Bigfoot Outa My Face! vs. Raging Bully

***Please note that several episodes are bypassing round 1***

#pnf #pnf episodes #pnf episodes tournament #phineas and ferb #dwampyverse #poll #poll tournament #tournament poll #poll bracket #dwampyverse tournament

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44231530

The Great Attractor by Frogdottir “I’m alright. I turned out just fine. Mom and I have each other,” she reassured, “we’re strong.” The words didn’t feel right to hear. A part of him wanted her to hate him, to tell him he’d made a mistake. Maybe it was selfish. No, it was absolutely selfish. He would never get to see her grow up or teach her how to drive or beat up shitty boys or- just any of it. He could never be there. She would never need him. “Are you?” She broke eye contact and directed her gaze toward the ground. He squeezed her hands encouragingly. If this was the only opportunity he would ever get to be a father, he would do everything in his power not to fuck it up. Or Tony gets to talk to his daughter one final time. Words: 4222, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker, Pepper Potts Relationships: Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Hurt Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Morgan Stark Needs a Hug (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Heavy Angst, this is a sad one boys, i cried, and then my parents cried, POV Tony Stark, Existential Angst, Emotional Hurt, I need a hug

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

[clinereeves33]

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[sunootonin]

There’s an lovely mutual game i have seen where u put ur moots all in a idol grp tgt and assign positions / concept . . . or u could put them in existing grps ! have s greatt day

sorry for answering this is so late 😪

@caratinylyfe : LEADER. the done leader she wants to go home pack it up but she's the kind leader she will just give u the sweetest smile and scare you away SHES SO PURE CRYING also lead vocalist vibes. she gets an elegant concept, twice or red velvet is like her perfect fit

@jangwonie : straight up maknae kind of like yeri she's quiet but everyone will be baby the shit out of her LEAD VOCAL AS WELL maybe like a lead dancer like a ballet elegant dancer IDK EVERYTHING ABOUT FAE IS JUST VERY PRECIOUS CUTE OR ELEGANT CONCEPT fae would fir right into izone or ive it's her group they just forgot to add her in 😌

@vmpnoo : fray is that angry unnie in thr group who tells u to behave and helps the leader out HELP i can imagine her glaring someone doing stupid shit on camera. she main rapper okay she will diss u 💯 her concept is OBVIOUSLY horror/vampire have you even looked at her blog she would slay any emo concept fray was actually in enha's lineup #real

@seungstarss : HELP she's the mom of the group. Maknae lovebot idk she seems so lovely criii if maknae being crack she be crack she's gonna be spoiling the maknaes she would fit in dreamcatcher IDK MAIN VOCAL KWEEN OUT THERE BELTING HIGH NOTES maybe main dancer too, oh em gee heeseung of the group center too a total stan attractor

@jihyoscrown : second to last maknae CRACKHEAD like lawd what drugs u on everyone needs some of it. makes the dumbest jokes issok love u tho lead dancer go slay hip hop queen TWICE IS HER GROUP SHE WAS TOO YOUNG TO BE IN THE GROUP THATZ ALL

I CANT REMEMVER ANY MORE MOOTS SAWRY