#anyways lemme add some shit down here

[kekaki-cupcakes]

PJO RANT FOR THE ONE PERSON WHO ASKED :D

@seeking-further-illumination here you go, lol.

I think that the expectations of the show were for exactly what everyone wanted, because of Rick's involvement and the budget, but everyone imagined the books differently, so not everyone could ever be happy with it.

There's that, and it is marketed towards a younger audience and I'm not making any assumptions but most of the fans who aren't happy [from what I can see] are a bit older then the target audience [not that there's anything wrong with that, obviously, don't come at me], and if you re read the first book it's literally written for children.

There's literally backlash for everything ever made because for some reason people just can't chill [???] but I think the reason the Percy Jackson show had such a large amount of people unhappy with it is because we haven't had anything like it before. I don't know how to explain it but we've all created our own little versions of the show and made our own content for the fandom cause we were left to our devices for so long, so now that we have something, viewers already have these empires in their heads that they want to see on screen.

I'll just put it like this, if the show came out, like, a few years after the og book series, there would be less people unhappy with it.

#I could've added so much more but I'll lose track of what I'm even saying lol #anyways lemme add some shit down here #that's less coherent #the actors are also really young #so there's always going to be a bit of stiff acting or less amazing scenes every so often #everyone is just so used to seeing literally adults playing teenagers because apparently that's something else we do #and apart from the fandom maturing #Rick Riordan has as well? #like #he wrote the lightning thief so long ago that if he was to rewrite it now it would probably be very different #and he could Chanel that into the show this time around #to suit the viewers and how things have changed #in the world in general as well #lets just say #have you ever read a fanfic you wrote or art you drew five years ago and just died? #Percy Jackson show #pjo disney plus #pjo fandom #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians

[0asisbliss]

Taking care of the JJK men

A/N: Hii guys!! It’s been a little while. I’m hope you’re all doing okay, and I hope you enjoy. Sorry for any spelling mistakes.💞🤍

Characters included: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Yuuji, Higuruma.

Gojo:

Gojo alone was the strongest sorcerer alive. But at the end of the day he was still a man. Not some touchless, and indestructible god. He’s come home hurt before. He’s even come home injured in some cases.

This time you could tell it hurt him. A lot. He opened the door to your shared home with his key. He walked in and started to limp towards the staircase. You heard the door open and assume it was him. When you turned around from the stove you saw Satoru limping and cuts and bruises flush blue and purple on his pretty skin.

You gasped lightly and towards him.

“Satoru what the hell-? What the hell happened.”

“Nothing-. I-I just wanna lay down and sleep-..”

He reached for the bars that lead to the staircase, but failed and you catch him. You throw his arm around you soldiers, and lead him to your shared bedroom.

You get a damp rag, and clean his bruises. He winced at the as you gently caressed, and wiped some of the dried blood of his face.

It made your heart ache the way he looked. He almost looked like a wet puppy in a since. You tried to get as much blood as you could off, but it was clear he had them all over since his clothes were torn also.

You grab and hold onto him again and lead him into the bathroom where you run a hot bath for him. You make sure to add a couple bubbles too. He likes the bubbles. Especially when you two were in there together. When he finally sat down he took a very much needed deep inhale. He looked up at you soaking up a washcloth and you stared to throughly wash his body off and slowly rub the sensitive cut skin areas. When doing this it helped get some of the blood off, and also get him clean.

You washed his back, his neck, and you made sure to get behind his ears. You just wanted to make sure he was clean.

After you helped him on his nightclothes and sat him up right in bed.

“Okay Toru.. are you hungry? I mean, I uh made dinner, and plus you haven’t said a wit since you got here all bloodied up and bruised.”

“I love you.” He said as he smiled at you.

Geto:

Geto was full of himself you thought at you made him soup. He thought he couldn’t get sick because how he is. He was a literal idiot. That’s what you thought anyways. You made his favorite tomato soup. You made sure it wasn’t too hot, or really warm. He doesn’t like his soup cold, or too warm. Just good amount of hot.

You bring it to him in a little stand. You gave him a stack of crackers too.

“If you eat this I’ll get you some ice cream.”

You tried to get him to eat it because he thinks he’s so right that he’s not sick. (He’s been throwing up and shitting bricks all day.)

“No m’not sick just lemme alonee!”

He’s just simply acting like a child because he can’t get his way, and you won’t let him eat anything else than soup. Everything else hits goes right through after he digests it. It absolutely murder on his stomach.

“Suguru? Please ..”

“Fine. I won’t like it though.” He said frowning as he scooped up some of the soup in a spoon.

When he ate it his frown changed from a frown to a slight smile.

“At least he likes it.” You thought to yourself.

After he gets done eating he immediately tries to go to sleep, but you stop him. You sit him back up, and put a cooling pad on his head, and give him a quick kiss in on his cheek. You then notice that he didn’t eat his crackers.

You get one of the crackers and hold it in front of his mouth. He looks at the cracker than back at you. He takes the cracker in his mouth and eats it. He start to pick up the crackers on by one and feed the to him.

Once you get done feeding him all the crackers you give him on last kiss on the forehead and get up to leave.

“Heyyy don’t s’don’t leave mee!” He says in a childish like tone.

You think it might be his fever. You get in bed with yo and spoon him until he falls asleep.

Nanami:

Nanami started to let himself go just a bit. He was slowly growing a beard, and not top if that his hair was always everywhere. You decided that you finally needed to do something about it.

Nanami got home a little later than usual and he looked terrible. Bags under his eyes, terrible acne, you decided it was due to him not washing his face properly. He his eyes also looked crusty. All in all he looked stressed, tired, and sickly.

“Kento? Are you uhm okay?”

“Fine.” He answered in low grumble making his way to the couch.

You walked over to him and sat down beside him on the couch.

“Nanami are you really okay? Cmon let’s take a shower together yeah?”

“I don’t really feel like-.””

You dragged him off the sofa before he could finish his sentence. You helped undress, and held his hand as you two got in the shower. You took his body wash, and lathered up his wash cloth. You caressed his back with the towel, and washed him throughly.

Yes Nanami could do it himself he just didn’t have the energy.

After you two got out the shower you could tell Nanami felt a little bit better about himself seeing how he reacted to seeing his clean, and shinning body in the mirror.

Nanami started to make his way towards your shared bedroom to get his night clothes on before you stopped him.

“Let’s do something different tonight yeah?”

You took your self care products, and started lining the up on the counter.

Your face oils, lotions, body creams, lip masks, etc. They were all going to be used tonight, but not for you. For Nanami.

You started with the face masks. You took the mask carefully out the packet. You placed the mask on his face. He looked relaxed.

After applying all of the stuff to his face Nanami looked a looot better.

Yuuji:

Yuuji has had his moments where he has came to you pretty bad looking. But you knew despite he cute looks he could beat ass. But still it didn’t make you worry, and take care of him any less. You were sitting at home doing nothing but slacking off all day due to your weekends off work.

You walked into the kitchen to grab a quick snack. The doorbell rang, and you went to answer it. You opened the door to face Itadori covered head to toe in blood. He was also black and blue. You ran up to him.

“Itadori? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” He gave you that big bright smile you loved so much.

You lead into your bedroom, and sat him down on your bed. You grabbed band-aids.

You had to patch him up quickly it’s like he was bleeding more and more. Itadori didn’t seem like he was in pain, but with these amount of cuts and bruises he had to be in some type of pain right?

“Idiot. I know you did something stupid.”

He just laughed at you catered to his wounds.

Higuruma:

He was sweet. He always had his twos in a bag. He never asked you for big favor or anything like that. But he really needed to take better care of himself.

Bags under his eyes 24/7 at first you thought that was just how he looked, but no. Higuruma came in late as usual from work.

He unlocked the door, and entered your shared home with a nonchalant look on his face. You were almost don’t with dinner when he came in. Higuruma went straight you shared bedroom to undress. You followed him curious of what he was doing.

“Higuruma? Whatcha doin?”

“Taking my clothes off?” You were rather clingy when it came to him. It was rare that he spent the night his work often kept him busy 24/7.

Higuruma never ate much and you decided it was time for him to get a full meal. A good one at that. He was always eating something quick.

You can’t remember the last time you had a nice dinner with him, or seen him eat a home cooked meal. He was about to get in the shower before you pulled him downstairs in the kitchen. You sat him down at the table in which he just let you do it.

It took a couple of minutes for the food to get done but eventually everything was cooked. You had his plate full. His eyes lit up when he saw all the this that were on the table.

You took the opportunity to start conversation in which he returned. For the first time in forever Higuruma had slight smile on his face.

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[caramelcleopatraa]

vi. SUIT & TIE

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content: Mafia!Roman Reigns x Designer!Reader, suggestive themes, 18+

Your outfit for today 

It was a surprisingly quiet Saturday morning. Today your shop was closed, but your staff was still working tirelessly to finish the influx of custom orders. This was no uncommon flux however, it was that time of the year. La Mesa Alta’s annual ball was right around the corner, and people were coming to you so that they could scrounge together some outfits. You’ve been on your feet for a while, cutting at different types of fabric, sewing, perfecting, and repeating. This would be a vicious cycle, but you loved creating too much to be burdened by the workload and demand requested of you and your staff. If anything, that demand made you work harder.

A busy 4 hours later, you finally get the chance to sit down. It’s been a day already, and it's only noon. You were a little concerned that Mercedes didnt get back to you at 10, but you knew she would call you back at some point in the day. You open your laptop, and see a notification at the top from a name you didn't expect. 

! 1 Gmail Notification from [email protected]

‘I know you’re fucking lying’

“Umm Gio! Mads! Here… and quickly!” They hurry quickly to your side and look at your computer. “What is i- what the fuck is that?” Gio says, pointing at the notification in the top right corner. Madison folds her arms across her chest and sits in her hip, rolling her eyes “I know that’s not who I think it is.” You hear Gio sigh and add on, “This bitch.”

“Calm down with the ad libs alright? Who is this girl anyway? I didn't know anything about her until she came into my shop.” You felt like you were missing out on some important information. Everyone knew about this girl except for you, and you know everyone. Usually. “Oh, I forgot, you weren't out here when she was acting a damn fool.” ‘Excuse me?’

“When was this?” You sit back in the swivel chair, looking at Gio. “While you had your appointment with Roman. She was looking through the clothes saying that her friend JT could make one design better than your entire rack.” ‘THE FUCK?!’ 

You didn’t stand for disrespect. Both of them knew that. So they knew that this wasn't gonna slide by you. “Lemme see what this email is about,” you say, typing in your password and opening up your Gmail. You were in no way excited nor looking forward to anything that this email was going to say.

Good Morning Ms. Semele,

Hello, I hope I'm not bothering you.

‘You are.’

I admired your shop and your staff so much! Working at your shop seems like such an honor.

‘This fake ass bitch.’

I was wondering how I can apply for a job there. I would like to work closer with the best fashion designers in the east coast, and you are deserving of the title.

‘Whaaaaaaat?!’

Please email me back at [email protected]

~ With love, De’arra Washington

It was dead silent for the next minute and a half. She talks shit about your shop and then wants paid employment here the next day? You had seen all of it. ‘Maybe this can be helpful?’ With this influx of orders, you had been putting your staff through overtime. Maybe one more person could lighten the load for them. You didn't like the idea of her working at your shop based on what you had heard, but if she was offering help, you were going to give her a chance. You clicked the three dots and selected reply and typed a short response.

Hello,

Thank you. Much appreciated. Could you send in a resume please, so that I can look at your work experience?

~ Y/N Semele

“What the hell are you doing?” Madison looks at you with wide eyes. “Calm down, I don't plan to employ her, I just want to see if she’s any good. I already have another person who wants to work here that has a good resume.”

RING RING

Your phone buzzes loud against the counter and an unknown number displays at the top. You pick up the phone to hear a voice you had been waiting to hear all morning. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, it's Mercedes. I’m calling from my personal phone.” Fucking finally. “What happened to 10am?” She chuckled to herself and replied, “Got busy. Do you want the information or not?” “I paid good money, didn't I?” She sighs and says, “Fair.” I settled into the chair and put the phone on speaker. You told Madison to tell the other employees to take their lunch break while you three listened to Mercedes give a rundown on De’arra. She joins back with you and Gio and you tell Mercedes that you're ready.

“Alright. De’arra Washington, daughter of Kenan Johnson. He was one of the richest thiefs in the west coast. Specifically in California and Oregon. He stole everything from pencils to old paintings to jewelry. He was on the run for a while, so he fled to Florida and started his own family business and made that into a family mafia. Here in Florida, he met up with a prostitute and turned her into a housewife and had a baby girl while orchestrating robberies from the comfort of his home. De’arra is all kinds of spoiled. Barely got her high school diploma, and her father bribed the president of Howard University so she could study there. Got into a lot of trouble up there stealing shit.. Who would've guessed. And daddy was there to save her. After 2 years, she decided she didn’t want the college life and desired wealth, like her father and moved back to Florida. Speaking of Kenan, he's been eyeing Roman since he moved down here. That’s probably why De'arra is hanging onto him like a lost child. If I knew anything from my years in this business, I'd guess that they are the family trying to challenge Roman, or disassemble the Anoa’i family.”

“So you’re telling me that I'm dealing with a girl with a case of sticky fingers?” She laughs lightly and says, “Basically.”

! 1 Gmail Notification from [email protected]

This must be the resume.

Of course! Here is my resume 

resume.pdf

~ With love, De’arra Washington

“Is she emailing you?” Mercedes asks, her tone laced with confusion, understandable though. “Yeah, I'm gonna see what she can do or if she can help me out here at the shop.”

“I've seen her resume before, it's forged. She’s only worked at minimum wage jobs. So anything that has to do with corporate jobs and fashion design is fake as fuck.” ‘What the hell is going on here?!’

“You still gonna give her a chance?” Gio says, reading the fake resume. “She’s not getting a chance, but I'm still gonna let her do a training session today so I can see what she is about.”

2:30 pm

You emailed her back and told her to come here at 2:30 pm to do a training session, which would technically be more like orientation. Both Gio and Madison knew that this could go sideways quickly if she tries something, but they also knew that you weren’t dumb. You knew how to handle yourself in bad situations. And you didn’t let anyone push you around. A red corvette sped across the huge display windows and disappeared into the parking lot on the side of the building. You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for the foolery you were going to face today. You fixed up your desk space and closed the file filled with De’arra’s personal information. 

 You heard the door open and saw two people walking in. “Ms. Semele?” You give her a polite smile and depart from your desk to shake her hand. There she was, wearing a pink crop top stopping right below her breasts and dark ripped jeans with pink butterfly strappy heels. She was hand in hand with someone you didn't know you would see today. 

“Hey Ms. Expert.” 

That made you genuinely smile. “Didn’t think I'd see you here again. Helping out the missus?” He smiles at you and slowly licks his lips, eyes drifting up and down your body. His eyes found yours and he focused all of his attention on you. “Yeah, I said I was gonna take care of her, and imma do just that.” De’arra gushes and latches onto his arm, but he doesn't budge; he keeps his eyes on you, smirking at you, adding the cherry on top. ‘Was he saying that to me?’ You briefly remember the last time you two spoke in person, and it seems like he was going to make good on his words. 

“Oh good, you're here, you can put your stuff in the faculty room. That ok Y/N?” Gio says walking in from the factory downstairs. “Yeah that’s fine. I need to talk with Roman anyways,” You reply, and Gio gives you a simple head nod. “What do you need to talk to him for?” You look at De’arra and she is already sizing you up. You laughed to yourself. There’s no way she’s really trying to pull these strings right now. “About La Mesa Alta’s annual ball.” You kept it short and sweet. Of course, that's not what you guys were actually going to talk about, but you needed to get her off your back. “Well my family is going to be added to La Mesa Alta too, so I should be a part of this conversation,” De’arra demands. “The only thing you should be a part of is your training session. Give me a second i'll be right there,” You fired back, shutting down her request. He trails behind you, but doesnt get far, due to De’arra’s small hand latching onto his wrist.

“You guys can just talk out here-”

“Hell no.” You were getting sick of this back and forth already. “Well why the hell not?” 

“Because it’s a private conversation about mafia business.” You could feel that she was already catching an attitude. “Well what type of mafia business involves you being in a room with him alone?” ‘This bitch..’ You turned around for the final time, and your face couldn’t hide the fact that you were fed the hell up. “The type of mafia business that doesn't involve you. Come on Roman.” He follows you into the room and closes the door. 

You wipe your hands across your face and catch him looking at you with a sly smirk. “Don’t look at me like that.” He walks closer to you and takes his hand in yours and holds it above your head, twirling you to face away from him. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You close your eyes and melt into his touch. You forgot how much you liked his touch. “That was so sexy.” His breath gave you tingles as he talked into the crook of your neck. “You missed me baby?” While he was luring you with his voice, his hands sneakily dipped into the waistband of your sweats. You turned your head to look at him and gently grab his chin. Your eyes shift from his eyes to his lips, and you lean in to kiss him, but his fingers teasing your folds stop you. “I didn't hear an answer.” He was already making you melt, and you were loving every single second of it. “Y-yes baby I missed you.” He was teasing you, getting close to your lips and then pulling away while rubbing at your sensitive clit. You couldn't stand it. You pull his chin closer to you, trying your hardest to kiss him, but he keeps pulling away still.

“Please baby, kiss me.” You wanted to feel his lips on yours so badly. Without warning his right hand clasps around your neck and finally attaches his lips to yours. His left hand was hard at work, pinching and applying pressure to your clit, while both of your tongues are fighting for dominance. You grind your hips against his hand, giving up on dominance for the time being and letting him take over. He takes his hands off of your neck to tug your tube top down to your waist, freeing your breasts. You moan into his mouth, feeling his warm hands grab at your breasts and the pressure building up between your legs. “Fuck baby that feels so goo-”

BANG BANG BANG

“De’arra decided she doesn't want to do her training session. She’s going to file a complaint to La Mesa Alta to have your shop shut down.”

‘Are you fucking serious?’

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[nrdmssgs]

Can you do a soap fic where a new girl gets transferred and she’s also a sergeant and she’s short and really bitchy, soap flirts with her and she never fails to reply within an insult or a snarky comment?

Masterlist Pairing: SoapXReader TWs: no AN: I took forever, I know, sorry.

The first thing, you thought of, seeing how people gather around Soap, how attentively they catch every bit of phrase covered with thick accent, how eager are they to become part of the next mischief, his mind plotting, is a Kelpie. By no means you were superstitious, but you remember well, what your granny told you: these Scottish demons are nothing but deception, temptation and constant shapeshift, hiding under calm water surface and dragging anyone, reckless enough to trust them, to the depths of cold northern lakes.

You had enough of 'shape-shifters': you were fed up with friendly looking lads, being all sweet around you, only to find out your soft spots and use them against you. So when his smile sparkles too close to your secluded corner of a bar counter - you frown automatically

"Oi, wee-one, what are you doing here all alone, while all the fun happens elsewhere?" That shit eating grin is too familiar. It only portends lies and mockery.

"Daydreaming of your smooches, Sergeant." You know, this man will start flirting with you today sooner or later: after all, he always does. So instead of fearing it coming - you decide on leading this train wreck.

"A'm sa-a-a-a-ae flattered." Johnny can speak British, very much so, when he needs it. But he must be too used to everyone falling for his accent. So he decides to torture your fogged mind with his gibberish.

"And a`m sa-a-a-a-ae lying." You can't hold back a little aping to make this moment even more harsh for him. But that'll teach him.

From your very first day on the base, this man decided, that his holy duty from now on was to haunt you with his flirtatious comments and stupid jokes. You ignored him once, then twice... on his fifth 'strike' you decided, you had enough and fought back. None of Johnny's line remained unanswered by you ever since.

Your rebuffs usually helped for some time. Today it won you fifteen minutes of peace. Because after that Soaps face reappears on the horizon with a jolly 'Anyway, Sg, hae any plans for t`night?'

"Oh, I have one plan, buddy. The first part of it is to not share the other part with the people, I don't want anywhere around me. So lemme guess, this is the moment, you are asking me about the second part?" You talk loud enough, so that not only Johnny, but the whole group of dumbheads enamored by him, hears you.

"I guess, nae, but if you want me to... What's with the second part?" Slowly but surely the damned accent leaves his speech.

"I can't, love, I'm tied up by the first part." Any person, not familiar with Soap would shame you for such a strong reaction. But you knew better, and soon he only proved you right.

"So someone is into restraining? Ah kin just happen tae know a thing or twa aboot this..." You are in mere seconds from snapping right back at him, but he manages to switch your attention to some completely unrelated question.

And just like that you lose concentration for a moment only to find yourself walking down the street with MacTavish and his company. His speech is all honey and velvet with notes of cheerful laughter. Man shouldn't possess so much charm - it is simply unfair. Yet, here he is - all bubbly and so tempting and warm.

Your group turns onto a quiet road, lit by one streetlamp. "Hey, look up!" calls the voice of one of the soldiers, and you lift your head. There is a soda can on the flat lid of the lantern. God only knows how it got there. You're not even surprised when Johnny asks right next to your ear who's ready to knock down the can on the first try. You just turn to him and clarify, “If I do this, can I ask you for anything?”

Soap nods enthusiastically, and before he can add something about the fact that you can always ask him for anything and without any bets, you pick up a pebble from the pavement.

"Watch and learn, Sergeant." You smirk and throw a pebble. The sound of an empty can hitting the asphalt echoes down the street.

Others cheer your victory, when Johnny leans closer and nods with a face of a defeated one.

"Sae what shuid it be, darlin'?"

That smirk. He is trying to look happy even after he lost. Lying scoundrel. Oh, you'll wipe that smirk off his face.

"You seem very proud of your country?" You can't help, but smile, as Soap nods and moves even closer, invading your personal space. So you go on.

"And very proud of that hairstyle of yours... How about we combine your two biggest sources of pride, Johnny." Some soldiers start getting your idea and you hear a few muffled laughs. But Soap doesn't get it till you specify, "Lets paint this mohawk. Blue and white sounds patriotic enough for you, MacTavish?"

If anyone asked you to name the highlight of that day - it was it. Shining smile disappearing from Soaps face, his head ducking, his eyes looking for something under his own boots. He looked lost... But only for a moment.

"Aye. Will need yer help though, wee-one."

For some time, you forget about this evening. Work and duty are quite effective at helping you to put aside any life outside debriefs, trainings and missions. That is, however, only until one late evening, when Soap appears on the threshold of your room with a towel and a pair of tubes of hair dye.

"Sergeant MacTavish keeps his word. Always." These words you hear from a tiny bathroom, where you wash your hands.

He welcomes your return to your room with a bare torso. You try to not look, but one brief glance is enough for his sculpted six-pack, ribs covered with a thin web of scars and tanned broad shoulders to be forever ingrained in your memory. Scoundrel. Seducer. Kelpie. You turn away almost immediately.

"Out of my room. Now!"

"Naw-naw-naw-naw, ye got me wrong! Ah juist dinnae want ma tshirt to get goosed!" He started babbling as quickly as if his life depended on it. So you take a deep breath and nod.

"Ok-ok, calm down!" You come closer to him and brush your fingers through Johnny's dark hair, trying to understand, where should you begin.

It's so strange to see his face not somewhere above, not even on your eye level, but somewhere below. For the first time, you notice the faint freckles on his face, the dark edges of his incredibly blue eyes, the small wrinkles. That all brings you a very strange thought: maybe there are people out there, who know soft and vulnerable Johnny, maybe there are people, whom he will never fail, never betray. You personally can't have a luxury of trusting your colleagues so much as to let them be close to you. But maybe there are people, that trust these eyes and find comfort in these arms.

Your hands fall down. "You know what, Johnny, consider the deed done... To hell ruining your hair, your self-esteem. Forget, we even had this bet, it's stupid."

"Whaaa? Naw, bonnie, it is hilarious! I want this! With ye only! And ah trust ye." He catches your hands and eagerly places them back into his surprisingly soft hair, making sure, your fingers drown in the mohawk fully and touch his scalp. There is not a single note of mockery in his voice - only plea to keep going and trust, endless trust in you - the person, who always had a few sharp words ready for any his attempt to approach you.

You feel guilt stinging you from the inside.

"Ok, I'll do it. But I must warn you - I don't have a single idea, what am I doing. And this will probably turn out ugly."

Soap only keeps nodding, not looking away from your eyes for a moment. His eyes shine with obedience and anticipation.

Not knowing it yet, you are slowly drowning in deep waters, dragged by a Scottish demon. Your very own Kelpie.

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[sylvies-chen]

top five moments of 6x02 ♡

OMG I CAN ONLY PICK FIVE?? OK LET’S GO:

lie detector (tim’s ily) — I think this moment is my favourite part of the episode by far, because first off you have the question about the bugs which was SOOOO cute and so encapsulating of chenford’s relationship that it had me giggling at my tv and twirling my hair lol. but then lucy takes the time to seek out confirmation of his love out of her own will, not because she needed to be proven right but because she wanted to hear it 🥹 and he immediately says yes! he loves her! we finally get to hear it and the lie detector shows it’s true and it’s just so gratifying for chenford fans to finally get this

cop cutie! cute and on duty! — GUYS I KNOW IT’S CORNY BUT HATERS WILL HATE, DADDY COP IS A BANGER!! this was so funny and such an earworm— and to those saying they thought it was an old episode when it opened on that scene, lemme just say SAME lol— but then to up the ante by pulling out the choir as if literally singing for and rejoicing the 100th episode was just so perfect and classic rookie: a little hokey but well executed and fun and all around heartfelt. 10/10 I need it on spotify right now.

if I ain’t got you by alicia keys (lucy’s ily) — okay I’m scared some of you chenford girlies are going to tar and feather me for not putting this at number 1 or 2 but HEAR ME OUT: I’ve expressed my problems about this temporary argument solution!! I think this whole scene is so gorgeous for so so so many reasons: lucy and tim dancing as a couple for the first time, the matching outfits, the kiss, ugh all PERFECT I love my babies 🥹❤️ that being said, I don’t like how so much of the resolution/peace between them relied on tim being completely in the wrong when I feel like it’s a more nuanced issue than that and denies lucy any opportunity to critically reflect on her own feelings about this. and also, it does seem weird to me that she wouldn’t have said ‘I love you’ back to tim when he first said it?? they smile at each other but then they’re back to looking awkwardly from afar at the wedding (prior to this scene of course) and so I’m a bit uneasy at the implication (which the writers did not necessarily add on purpose) that lucy’s ily depended on him admitting he was wrong in any way. but idk maybe I’m just being too nitpicky here, I still ADOREEE THIS SCENE FOREVER AND EVER I want it on my grave k thanks

tim down on one knee — need I say more?? this imagery of him on his knee with the ring staring up at lucy was a glimpse at chenford’s future and it was such cute teasing, god I love writers and showrunners when they add messy fun little teaser moments like this! plus tim totally kicked ass, all covered in blood and ready to pass out, and ah, I do always say the best kind of lust is bloodlust 😌

bailan wedding vows — I actually cannot believe the day has come where a bailan moment is in my top 5 episode moments but these wedding vows showed me how the writers are finally able to articulate what works about them as a couple!! with someone as impressive and as versatile and skilled as bailey, I think literally any other man would feel threatened or emasculated, but nolan really is just Some Guy™️ who’s really into her and obsessed with her and is very sturdy ground for her to come home to. I wish we dove more into her past as a survivor of abuse because I feel like that previous situation informs so much of why she loves john even though, let’s be real: she’s eons above his league holy shit it’s not even funny how out of his league she is. but also she could never be with anyone else! she really just loves him and they have such a nice soft relationship which the wedding really sold me on. I liked it a lot even though I had my qualms about her and him as individuals and together.

honourable mention to wade and luna because I love them so much y’all they are adorable!! anyways, here’s my list and lmk if you agree

#abby.answers #the rookie #chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #john nolan #bailey nune #celina juarez

[chiiyuuvv]

can you write about seeun & reader & they are best friends and one night they went to convenience store together to get food but when they were about to leave they realized that it was like pouring but reader didn’t bring any umbrella or jacket so seeun gave reader his only jacket and ig it liked made the reader flustered and then like they played in the rain a little then maybe like seeun confesses to reader then they kiss & start dating maybe??

CONVENIENT STORE - SEEUN °

• PAIRING — bestfriend!seeun x gn reader (kinda whiny)

• GENRE — bestfriends to lovers, brief kiss in the rain, a shit show that i somehow managed to write

• WORD COUNT — 730

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — this writers block is insane. Like i have 2 more requests that i ALREADY planned out, yet i STILL am having a hard time writing. Anyways i know this was shit but there prob would be a part 2 (bc of my seeun bestie) so stay tuned

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"Hey.." you eyes flutter open as you feel your body shake. "Go put on some shoes." a voice whispers in your ear, before walking out of your room and closing the door.

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And now you were walking with seeun, his arm wrapped around yours as you rubbed the sleepness out of your eyes. "Sleepy head." He chuckles, ruffling your hair as he drags you to a convenient store.

"Why.. are we here again?" You yawn, shutting your eyes as the bright lights blind you. "To hang out." He simple answers, grabbing a bag of chips and passing it to you. "We hung out yesterday." You reply.

"I missed you." He smiles with a shrug. "And just so you're not sitting down doing nothing all day." He adds, his hands lacing with yours as he drags you to the soda section. "Now do you want blueberry or grape?"

"Blueberry." You answer, your eyebrow raising. "You're acting different today.."

"Because im with my favorite person."

"What do you want??" You cross your arms. seeun wasnt just being nice without any reason; he probably wanted something from you

"To hang out with my favorite person in the whole wide world." He leans down to your level, his nose booping with yours as his sparkly eyes stare at you. "I-" you gulp.

"You two are such a cute couple." A random person comes from beside you, grabbing the drink you were just about to take with a small bow.

"Oh we arent-"

"Thank you!!" Seeun smiles brightly, waving at the girl before taking a strawberry soda and walking away. "Yah!!" You run after him, bumping into his shoulder as you stomp like a child. "What was that for?!" Your arms cross again, a light blush on your cheeks that you just wish wasnt there.

"Aww you look so cute~" seeun pinches your cheek to piss you off further, paying for the food with one hand, opening the bag of chips and stuffing one into your mouth with the other. "Come, come!!"

He drags you to a little sitting area behind the store, stuffing another chip in your mouth to keep you from talking. "Isn't today just nice??"

"It would be nice if you just told me what was going on." You huff, wiping a crumb from your mouth. "Then thats no fun." Seeun opens his drink, looking up at the sky. "Looks like its gonna rain.." he mumbles under his breath, more so to himself.

"It's gonna wha-"

"Lets go!!" He claps his hands, stopping your sentence as he throws the wrappers in the trash. Grabbing your hand, he walks you back to the sidewalk. "I can walk properly on my own, you know." You shake your hands from his, a pout on his face.

"Come on, pleasee??"

"Nope."

"My pookie wookie bear cherry on top-"

"Absolutely not." You cut him off, running ahead of the boy as he laughs. His arms wrap around your shoulders to slow you down, your back hitting his chest as he lifts up your head; his shiny eyes staring back into yours with a silly smile.

"Lemme walk you home." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead when a water drop falls on you. "Eww, did you just drool?!" You exclaim, getting out of his hold.

"No, there was just a drop of water and-" a drop falls on his eyelash. "Why is there- oh yeah its raining." He deadpans, answering his own question as the rain starts to get a bit heavier.

"Well are you just going to stand there?? Its cold.." you rub your arms, turning around to find the boy still not moving for shelter. "Well then take my jacket." Seeun slips off his jacket, passing it to you.

"What, no, you're going to get cold too."

"No, it's fine, take it." He shakes the jacket around for you to take, sighing when you still shake your head no. "Fine, how about we make a deal, you'll wear this jacket and I'll keep myself warm."

"And how would you do that??" You look at the boy confusingly, stepping back when he steps towards you. "Like this.." he whispers before cupping your face, and placing a soft, short kiss on your lips. You get a faint taste of strawberry when he pulls away, his face redder than what he drunk.

"I definitely feel warm now."

#xikers #xikers fluff #xikers drabbles #xikers imagines #xikers fanfic #kpop #xikers fanfiction #xikers au #xikersau #spotify #seeun xikers #xikers seeun #seeun #seeun x reader #xikers seeun x reader #reader x seeun #reader x xikers seeun #feel like shit

[tired-reader-writer]

G-witch AU Infodump

Enabled by @werewolfcoochie @marchdancer @sharpdistances @germanpillow @kallista-dragonsoul and @iwantthatdickgrayson here is me infodumping about random shit in my G-witch AU:

After being rescued by Ellyus, El4n takes on a new name and identity— one he would choose for himself— though Shin Sei doesn't quite have the means necessary to turn his face into something else, nor does he remember what his original face is supposed to look like anyways.

Anyways, his new name is Nary, bc “nary” means “nothing, none” and he's basically someone who has nothing, starting from scratch with a clean slate and even before that he had nothing. Also it's a reference to @stil-lindigo 's fantastic poem-comic here and @telamont 's fic may the little garden where you smile, last forever since I read both of them at roughly within the same timeframe and they double-teamed up on me in terms of brainrot. I am not sorry for this.

I'm still struggling over his new surname however, though Frey is a temporary placeholder— as a reference to the goddess Frigg whose divine domains included clairvoyance and prophecy, and though Nary himself is no prophet his love interest is so hmmm. Does Ellyus count as an Odin figure? I'm not well-versed with Norse mythology. (what El definitely is is a trickster/prophet/fey type character)

Shin Sei in this AU is comprised of the friends and families of the slaughtered Vanadis researchers who want justice/vengeance for their fallen loved ones— and so support Prospera in her schemes. There's also mercurian folk in there but yeah.

Ellyus gets his mother and Shin Sei to fake/develop a new identity and backstory for Nary/El4n. It's up to him whether he comes back to Asticassia but I like to think he does.

He dyes his hair the same colour as the woman who's presumably his mother, the lady with the birthday cake? Yeah? The same brown.

He still wears soft earrings bc this analysis of El4n's gender thing lives in my head rent-free. He also wears a lot more feminine clothing because he can. (EDIT: added the link that I forgot to add bc fucking hell I knew I was forgetting smth)

He has a new hairstyle. I actually have a design in mind but since I can't draw right now... lemme dig up my gallery in hopes that there's something that looks like it—

(I'm not sure if I could share these, as far as I could track these were drawn by the original artist of the comic this character is from, I eventually seek to replace these w my own drawings when I can.)

He probably ends up taking the surname of some Shin Sei employee, though argh, it fucking pains me that we know practically nothing about Shin Sei!! Who's Godoy and what does he even do?!

The Plant Quetta attack does not happen. There will be another attack to replace it, alright, but it's been moved down the timeline. I don't know when it'll be or by whom, but it happens on Earth, while Ellyus is there. Why is he there? Dunno, probably some GUND-ARM related reason. He's one of the main mechanics of Aerial after all, and someone who's heavily involved in the production of GUND-prosthetics.

Speaking of Ellyus' engineering work, Shin Sei did develop the drone technology Prospera mentions in the witch trial— it's just that Ellyus is the one who created it. Maybe he could also be present in the trial room? His presence wouldn't really help against Delling but hey, it's the thought that counts. Besides, he (and we the audience) already knows Miorine will come to save the day.

Delling is fucking dead. No mercy for the fucker, he probably dies in the same attack that lethally wounded Ellyus? Or perhaps after that, in another incident. Vim Jeturk is accused of the murder, and subsequently silenced by Prospera and/or Shaddiq.

Shaddiq takes the presidency. Ellyus left behind pre-recorded video messages tailored to each recipient, he sat down and recorded them before he died, set to automatically be sent to the ppl he wants in the Know after his funeral, and Shaddiq and El4n's messages include the entire backstory, basically, and so Shaddiq knows about Quiet Zero and who it's for. He seeks out Prospera and basically proposes an alliance— much of their goals align, he can use QZ's might to strong-arm favorable negotiations for Earth, he knows who QZ's for and realizes that Ellyus can be “alive/free” again like Ericht since he's deduced that the night Ellyus went missing from his hospital room and came back dead was actually him being uploaded into a GUND-bit.

(It's part of Ellyus' machinations, to protect Miorine from Prospera, to bridge Shaddiq to a strong ally who shares a lot of his goals, and... yeah. Fuck Spacians, this alliance is gon be a bulldozer.)

Shaddiq does not ally with Peil.

Peil will meet a karmic end. I don't know how yet, but El4n and El5n are involved. Anyways, that'll probably happen during or after the struggle for the Benerit Group presidency.

Guel actually learns something beyond “daddy good”, dammit.

Miorine and Prospera have a... complex, shall we say, relationship. Prospera holds back from roping her into revenge unlike in canon— mostly because of Ellyus' pleas to not let GUND-ARM be ruined/soaked in blood, partly because Miorine is the one who resurrected and kept true to GUND's ideals of medical research and stuff. Prospera hates her bc well, Delling's daughter, but on the other hand... a successor of sorts to carrying the GUND research torch. Miorine doesn't trust her, no, buuuut she still can't deny that together w Shaddiq they're... actually doing decent work. (Again, unlike in canon LOL)

Suletta's off to the side having her own Identity Journey. The video message to her also explains her origins and everything, so she now knows she's a repli-child. I don't know what I'll do with the journey proper but I want the eventual outcome to be: “I am not Ericht, I was never a Samaya and that's just fine. I'm Suletta, and the name Mercury is mine in a way it isn't for mom. I still love you, mom, Aerial/Eri too, but I am a Mercury and I'm proud of that. I still love you but I'm me and you're not my entire world.” kinda deal. Basically, independence, loving her family on her own terms.

No Plant Quetta means no tomato paste and no divorce! Huzzah! (I mean, another attack still happens but due to Ellyus' and Miorine + Earth House's influence Suletta focuses more on disaster relief and evacuation and stuff.)

Adding a new layer to Ellyus' non-linear time thing (I've posted about it, I've linked to it before in another post, it can be found in his character tag), he's allowed to make phone calls to One (1) person in the past. That person happens to be Jeru Ogul, aka Shaddiq's child self, way before he's learnt to put up barriers around his heart.

(Ellyus was never meant to be human. If the G-witch cast proper is comprised of 3D beings and us the audience 4D, he'd be like, 3.5D. That's why he's allowed time shenanigans by me. Only as far as I allow it, though. He's a plot device, a robot w its guts exposed. I have also posted about this before. I won't link to it here bc well, I already have before and ppl didn't seem all too interested in the makings and structure of his character. Meta-narrative fuckery ftw.)

The calls are sporadic, but kid Jeru comes to hold this mysterious friend person in the phone very dear to his heart. Their non-judegmental and gentle encouragement was one of the things that kept him going in those days.

He's buried the memory now, in the deepest layers of his heart, under twenty vaults, along with the tender hurt and angry child self that was Jeru Ogul and everything that it represents. It fuels him, it's his impetus, but it's hidden, carefully so.

It's a surprise to the both of them when they find out.

(basically, Doylist reason was that I needed a narrative tool strong enough to break through his walls and allow him to be changed for the better, to stop having tunnel-vision, and Ellyus became the narrative device responsible for that task)

This development allowed for Shaddiq to be more proactive and open. To the point he might actually ask for Miorine's support/help during the competition for the presidency. I'm still contemplating it.

I don't know what I'll do with Dawn of Fold yet.

Not the Space Assembly League, really.

Somebody help.

Well, that's it for this episode of info-dumping! Thank you for enabling me, I was afraid to do it bc it's disheartening to scream your heart out into the void and have no response.

#like the strings on a rope (darling i fray like a firework) #ellyus mercury (oc) #prospera mercury #elnora samaya #shaddiq zenelli #jeru ogul #elan ceres #elan 4 #el4n #miorine rembran #suletta mercury #mobile suit gundam the witch from mercury #gundam witch #gundam the witch from mercury #gundam witch from mercury #mobile suit gundam: the witch from mercury #the witch from mercury #witch from mercury #g-witch #g witch #wfm #long post

[salvador-daley]

Clone | Part 1

Robert Sheehan x Reader x Female!Robert Sheehan | 🍆🍑👀

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this forever and it just seems like a waste to have it languishing in my WIPs folder, so I’m gonna split it into three (increasingly sexy) parts and give y’all one a week. It’s not strictly RPF - more like original characters based on you-know-who. If you like this chapter, please lemme know coz it’ll motivate me to write the *ahem*… climax.

CW: Smutty but very tame by my standards. Includes numerous health & safety violations at work culminating in a blow-job related accident.

Words: 2.5k

Gif by @circumstellars

THE LAB is quiet. Everyone else went home hours ago. As you raise your head from your microscope, you’re not expecting to feel two soft hands enveloping your eyes. The sensation startles you, but then a gentle Irish voice whispers in your ear, “Guess who?”

“Graham Norton,” you say with confidence.

He lifts his hands from your eyes and pops his head over your shoulder.

“Do I really sound like Graham Norton,” he says, pretending to be offended.

You reach up to your boyfriend’s face with a smile and bring his familiar lips to yours.

“Only sometimes,” you say once your mouths part. “How did you get in here? Didn’t you get stopped by security?”

“What, old man Joe on the door?” he asks, perching on the lab stool next to yours. “Nah, we’re old friends, me and him.”

You give him a questioning look.

“I signed some stuff for his granddaughter,” he says by way of explanation.

You roll your eyes; Joe is such a pushover. Considering the kind of work you’re involved in, one would think your employers would be keen to enforce stricter security protocols.

“It should not be that easy to get in here. This is highly sensitive work,” you say, shaking your head as you carefully pack away your slides.

“What’re you working on, anyway?” he asks, squinting to look down your microscope.

You slip your hand over it, obscuring his view.

“Listen, Irish,” you say, using his preferred nickname, “this is top secret shit, okay? You can’t just come in here and start messing around.”

“C’mon,” he says, flashing you his trademark smile. “I’m just trying to take an interest in my girlfriend’s work.” His hands loop around your waist and he draws you closer. You feel his hot breath on your face as his lips find yours again, kissing away your protestations.

His face comes away and you look into his deep green eyes. Much like old Joe succumbs to his charms with frightening regularity, Irish has on more than one occasion convinced you to bend the rules for him with his formidable powers of persuasion.

This is different though, this could get you into a lot of trouble. The lab might be deserted, but still you look around to check if the coast is clear.

“Okay, if I show you this one thing you have to promise me you won’t say a word to anyone,” you say.

He raises three fingers to his forehead and smiles.

“Scout’s honour,” he replies.

“This is Pedro,” you say, lifting the small white rabbit from its cage and holding it tightly to your body.

“Aw, hey, Pedro!” Irish says, reaching out to pet the shivering creature’s ears. “Is this what you wanted to show me? Because I’ve seen a bunny rabbit before, you know.” He pulls his hand away and lets out an exaggerated gasp, reaching up to his cheeks in simulated shock. “You’re not going to dissect Pedro, are you? You monster!”

You bat him lightly on the arm. “No, don’t be daft, I’m not going to hurt him,” you say, carrying the small animal to the other side of the lab. “We’re just going to do a little experiment, aren’t we, Pedro?” you add, murmuring into the rabbit’s soft fur.

You lead Irish and the rabbit to the end of the lab, where two large Perspex cylindrical booths reach from the floor to the ceiling. A short series of satisfying pips accompanies your fingers on the keypad belonging to the left booth, the curved wall of which rolls open, allowing you to carefully place Pedro on the floor inside. A few seconds, the door slides closed automatically and you move to the large dual computer monitors at a nearby desk, tapping away at the keyboard.

“If you’re going to make him disappear, wouldn’t it be easier to use a big top hat?” Irish quips.

“Shush, I’m concentrating,” you admonish him. Finally, and with a flourish, you hit the Enter key.

“Cloning sequence initialised,” says a computerised voice, followed by a flurry of electronic whirring sounds that echo around the empty lab.

Irish’s eyes search for the source of the noise before settling eventually at the end of the lab. Slowly, both cylinders begin to fill with neon green smoke until the rabbit has disappeared completely beneath the heavy fog.

“Pedro!” he cries. “You fucking gassed him!”

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine,” you assure him.

He steps forward and presses his hands against the Perspex tube, his face illuminated by the bright green mist.

“This is mental,” he whispers, watching as the coloured gas swirls inside the cylinder, before finally being sucked into a vent at the top.

“Subject discharged,” says the computerised voice and the door of the left cylinder rolls open again, a puff of the remaining gas escaping into the lab. Unmoved, Pedro hops out and you scoop him up, placing him on the desk.

“See?” you say, indicating to the rabbit. “He’s totally fine.”

Irish reaches out to pet him and Pedro’s tiny nose twitches with excitement.

“Hey buddy,” Irish whispers.

Now the gas begins to clear from the right cylinder. You both turn to watch as the cloud of green smoke shoots up into the vent.

“Cloning sequence complete,” says the computerised voice.

The door to the right cylinder rolls open and you crouch down to reach inside, pulling out another small, white rabbit.

Irish’s jaw falls open as you stand, bringing the animal over to the desk.

“This,” you say, allowing the two rabbits to make their introductions, “is Petra.”

“What the fu-” Irish says under his breath.

“She’s identical to Pedro in every way. Well, every way but one, obviously. All of the clones have come out female so far. We’re still working out some of the design kinks.”

“You invented a fucking cloning machine?” he says, the magnitude of what he’s just witnessed finally dawning on him.

You shrug: “Well, I helped.”

He crouches down until his head is level with the desk, watching with fascination as the two rabbits sniff each other with curiosity.

Pedro hops around the desk, then approaches Petra from behind, mounting her without hesitation and beginning to rut with a certain level of determination.

Irish gives out a high-pitched laugh: “Ha! They seem to like each other.”

“Oh,” you chuckle, “yeah, they do that sometimes.” You lift Pedro off his female counterpart and place him back down on the desk. “Horny little buggers.”

“Gives me an idea,” he says, rising and turning to you with a familiar look in his eyes.

“Here?” you ask, incredulous.

“Yeah,” he says, wrapping his hands around your ass and drawing you closer. “All this clever clogs stuff really turns me on,” he growls, biting his bottom lip.

You put up a weak protest as his mouth begins to travel around your neck. “Someone might come in…”

“No one’s gonna come in, there’s no one here,” he says, his lips dotting the space behind your ear with persuasive little kisses.

You let out a gentle sigh, signalling your assent. You know it’s risky to fool around in the lab, but you have to admit it’s been a long-time fantasy of yours. Besides, you always let him have his own way in the end - he’s just too damn hard to resist.

“Mmmn… you smell so good,” he murmurs into your neck, his voice melting any lasting trace of resistance on your part.

You run your hands underneath his tank top and press his body to yours, feeling his warmth envelop you.

His lips are on yours now, his tongue teasing your mouth open as his hands move under your clothes.

You start to remove your long white lab coat, but he stops you, tugging it back over your shoulders.

“No, no, leave the lab coat on,” he whispers with a smile, “it’s sexy.”

Now he’s pressing his hands into your flesh over your clothes, drawing you closer as his lips move to your ear.

“Your big fucking brain turns me on so much,” he says, nibbling the side of your neck. “I just want to bend you over one of these lab benches and fuck you senseless.”

As fun as that sounds, you have other ideas. Pulling away from him, you lift his tank top over his head and his fluffy curls bounce around his ears as you drop the garment to the floor. He grins that irresistible grin at you - the one that sparks something raw and animalistic inside you. Feeling bold, you press your palms into his chest, pushing him up against one of the cylinders.

“There’ll be time for that,” you say, allowing him to feel your breath on his face before your lips seek him out again.

He moans into your kiss, his breaths becoming short and staggered as your hands find his belt buckle. You tug on his fly and reach inside for his cock, feeling him already straining against the thin material of his underwear.

His eyes close and he presses his head against the curved Perspex as you palm him, rolling him between your lightly tented fingers.

He exhales one long, jagged breath: “Oh, you’re teasing me,” he complains with clenched eyes, his voice straining under your feathery touch.

You love to watch him like this, each stroke of your hand releasing more whispered pleas from his lips.

Now you’re tracing tiny kisses down the length of his body, dragging his clothes off as you go. You pull his trousers down to his ankles and he shakes his feet out of them, kicking his flip flops off at the same time.

Kneeling in front of him, you grab his naked ass and pull him towards your face, rolling circles around him with your tongue.

“Ah, please, please,” he begs under his breath.

He whimpers as you finally take him into your mouth, pushing his hips against the curved plastic wall behind him.

Slowly, indulgently, your mouth moves over him, pulling him towards you with two firm hands clasped around his ass.

As your lips reach the light scattering of hair at the base, he releases a heavy exhale, the air leaving his lungs in one, long relieved chuckle. You cast your eyes up to meet his and he reaches down to stroke your hair, a delighted smile on his face.

“You look so good like that,” he says, moving his hips in a tentative rhythm.

You start to pick up speed, swirling your tongue around his length with each bob of your head until his back is pressed against the booth, his breathing coming now in short, anguished gasps.

Before long, you’re diving on him, aided by your hand, sucking and slurping, drooling and gagging. He begins to thrust his hips into your face and you sense he’s getting close.

Approaching the edge, his legs begin to buckle and he reaches behind him to steady himself, his fingers scrabbling for purchase on whatever they can find.

As his moans of encouragement ring around the lab, you hear a short series of satisfying pips.

His cock pops from your mouth and you look up at him. “What was that noise, was that the keypad?” you ask.

“Huh? What?” he says, looking down at you over his heaving chest, unable to hide his displeasure that you’ve suddenly stopped sucking his dick at the crucial juncture.

At that moment, the cylinder door rolls open and he topples asslong inside the tube, smacking his curly head hard against the inside wall and landing in a naked heap on the floor.

“Irish!” you call out, scrambling to your feet.

Before you can react, the cylinder door has closed around his unconscious body, trapping him inside.

“Irish!” you call again, hammering on the cylinder to wake him up, but he’s out cold.

Your fingers are frantic, hammering on the keypad, but in your panic you hit the wrong buttons and the machine beeps at you in stubborn refusal.

You race around to the desk, but you’re a split second too late. You watch as Pedro does a slow-motion bounce across the keyboard, giving the Enter key a firm smack with his furry foot as he leaps out of your way.

“Cloning sequence initialised,” says the computerised voice.

“No!” you cry. “No, no, no, no!”

Your shaking fingers bash uselessly at the keys, trying to find a way to stop the sequence, but you know it’s futile - there’s nothing you can do at this point.

“Shit. Shitshitshit.”

You watch as the cloud of neon green gas begins to curl around Irish’s body and you run back to the cylinder, crouching down as he disappears beneath the lurid fog.

“Irish! Irish, wake up! Irish!” you shout, still banging on the Perspex as his bodily form sinks beneath the gas.

“Oh God, ohgodohgod,” you say in quiet panic, pressing your palms and forehead to the tube as it fills until you can no longer make out his form beneath the fog. After what feels like an age, you hear the familiar sound of the vent springing to life, sucking the neon mist off his body.

“Subject discharged,” says the computer as the door swings open.

You crawl inside, choking on the remaining gas as you lean over his crumpled, lifeless form.

“Irish, Irish, baby, wake up,” you plead, cradling his head and slapping him on the cheeks.

His pretty green eyes blink open and he grimaces as he comes to, a hand seeking out the back of his skull.

“Ow. Fuck, my head!” he manages, wincing.

“Oh, thank God. I thought you were dead.”

“No, I’m fine,” he says, struggling to sit up. “Just a bump on the head is all, I’ll live.”

You reach around his head to feel for lumps inside his soft curly hair. He’s not bleeding, but he’s clearly dazed.

“Maybe we should take you to the emergency room, just in case. You could have a concussion,” you say, fussing over him.

“No, seriously, I’m fine, I’m fi-”

“Cloning sequence complete,” interrupts the computer, the synthetic voice bouncing around the lab.

He freezes and looks at you, his eyes wide.

“It only works on rabbits, right?” he asks.

You shake your head, terror visible in your face. “We’ve only ever tested it on rabbits,” you squeak, unable to hide the panic in your voice.

You lift him to his feet and emerge from the cylinder just as the door to the other tube rolls open, releasing a light gasp of green gas into the lab.

You both stand there, your mouths open, as one long leg emerges from the vestibule, then another, followed by a slender figure. Your eyes take in the tall torso, the narrow hips, the slim waist, the small, perfectly formed breasts, the head of long, chocolate-coloured ringlets and then, finally, those unmistakable green eyes.

“Oh, fuck. Irish, what did we fucking do?”

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[stellamancer]

hamburger emoji (implied katsuki bakugou x reader)

notes: hello, local deku lover here with yet another emotional support bakugou work. not sure why i go into depressive moods and decide ‘i think it’s a fine day to write about bakugou comforting me outta this’ since i go back and look at it and thing ‘wait is this even ic???’ lmao. also completely unedited because lazy lmao. 

It’s the world shattering sound of someone banging on your door that wakes you from your hibernation. 

You consider for a moment, maybe two, ignoring it. If it’s one of those door to door salespeople or some weirdo Christian missionaries they’ll leave after a few minutes when no one answers. Sure enough, the commotion at your front door grows silent and you start to ease back into dreamland. 

Until you hear the click of your lock. 

Now you’re wide awake, sitting up straight and wondering what to do next. If you were fully awake and your brain working at full capacity you would know that the only people who would be able to unlock your door are your friends whose fingerprints are registered with your door’s smart lock. However, you’re still half asleep and wondering if you should take an offensive stance or hurl yourself under the bed for protection. 

You choose the latter.

“What the hell are you doin’?” Bakugou’s voice is all bewilderment and for a split second you relax knowing the identity of your home invader, but then the fact that it’s him has you scrambling to get all the way underneath the bed frame because Bakugou might be worse than any random person breaking into your apartment. 

But you’re too slow, he manages to grab you by an ankle and using his stupid absurd strength he yanks you out from under the bed. When your eyes meet you give him a sheepish smile. “...hi?”

The frown is fixed on his face like a brand. “Well?”

“Well what?” you feign innocence, but it only serves to make him look even more annoyed.

“Cut the crap,” he snaps. “What were ya doin’ down there?”

“Um, well,” you pause, considering your possible explanations before settling on the truth. “I thought someone was breaking in and was trying to hide.”

His eye twitches. 

“Anyway, um, what brings you here today? It’s, um, Friday, right?”

Bakugou snorts. “Try Sunday, dumbass.”

You laugh. “Oh. I knew that, I was just testing you.”

That was the wrong thing to say, you realize, as Bakugou glares down at you, teeth glinting in an absolutely terrifying grin. “A test, huh? Then lemme ask you a question: why the hell haven’t you answered your phone for the past two fucking days?”

“Forgot to put it on the charger,” you answer almost instantly, almost perfectly practiced.

He scoffs and reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Bakugou jams his fingers against the screen and a few seconds later you hear your phone ringing somewhere up on the bed. Bakugou is silent, but the smug look on his face says enough. 

You look away. “...I just… you know. “

Bakugou doesn’t respond, instead he pulls you up from off the ground. “....you eat yet?”

You open your mouth and he adds, an annoyed afterthought. “And don’t fucking lie about it either.”

“...no.”

He sighs. “...figured. I’m gonna use yer kitchen then. Go taking a fucking shower or something.”

You’re about to protest, but Bakugou eyes you threateningly. “Unless ya want me to wash your back or some shit.”

The look in his eyes makes it clear that he’s not intending to be nice about it if he helps bathe you. Whether that means he’s going to be rough with his scrubbing or his words, you don’t know nor do you want to. 

“No, I’m fine!” you squeak, moving to grab some clothes to change into. He watches as you scurry off toward the bathroom.

“If I don’t hear the water running in five minutes, I’m comin’ in to check on ya!” he threatens and you make sure to have it running in three. 

Sometime later, when you emerge from the shower, now fresh and clean, you find Bakugou in your kitchen, finely mincing up some vegetables. You eye the bags on the counter and realize he must have gone to the store before coming here.

“So, um,” you hedge. “What…. What are you making?”

“Hamburger steak,” he answers and it’s the first time since he’s got here today that he doesn’t sound agitated. “With some vegetables and shit.” 

“...shit?”

Bakugou points the knife threateningly at you. “You know what I mean, idiot.”

“...In Bakugou speak ‘shit’ can mean different things.”

“You know, yer pretty mouthy for someone who hasn’t eaten all damn day.”

“What can I say, it’s a special talent.” You nonchalantly wave your hand. 

Bakugou scoffs and lowers the knife. You think for a moment that your fabulous wit may have silenced the beast but then you notice him trade the knife for a spoon. He grabs a container and shovels a small bit of the contents onto a spoon and then thrusts that in your face. 

“...what’s this?” you ask, craning your head back to try and get a good look at it. 

“Shit.”

“Well if it’s—” He shoves the spoon into your mouth mid-sentence. It seems that right now ‘shit’ is pasta salad. You chew thoughtfully and swallow. 

Bakugou looks at you expectantly. 

“I’m not that big on pasta salad,” you start, reveling in how his lips turn into a frown. “But yours is pretty good. Not too much mayo.”

He looks satisfied with that and returns to his chopping.

After a minute of watching him you decide to ask your real question. “So, um. Why are you here?”

“...you seriously asking?”

“Uh. Yeah?”

Bakugou scowls. “...don’t be a fucking idiot. It’s only fucking natural to be concerned if some dumbass homebody doesn’t answer their damn phone for a couple days.”

“So you were just checking up on me?”

Bakugou gives you a pointed look before he starts mixing the stuff he was chopping up with what looks like ground meat in a bowl. You watch him in silence as he continues to prep the stuff for the hamburger steak, unsure of what you should say, if anything. 

You don’t know if you should apologize for making him worry. He’s a busy guy and he took time to come to your apartment and make you food instead of relaxing at home or doing whatever he does with his free time. But if you apologize, surely he’ll berate you for it. Tell you to at least respond to some of the missed texts you have so people don’t worry. 

So instead, you say, “...thanks.” 

“...’s nothin’,” he grouches. “Just fuckin’ answer your phone next time.”

“....even if I feel like human garbage?”

“Especially then, idiot. How’s anyone gonna know if you don’t tell anyone?”

“It’s not that easy.”

Bakugou is silent as he shapes the hamburger patties and you take that as him acknowledging your point. A minute passes and after he’s satisfied with the patty in his hands he moves over to the sink and washes his hands. You watch him curiously, noticing that there’s still a fair amount of meat left in the mixing bowl that hasn’t been formed yet. Bakugou dries his hands on a kitchen towel and reaches his hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone again. 

Then he shoves the screen in your face. It’s opened to your messages and in the text box is a single emoji. 

“If y'feel like shit just send me this,” he instructs.

“A hamburger?” you ask, squinting at it. 

“I know what it fucking is,” he growls. “It’s the closest thing to a hamburger steak.”

Fair point. You look beyond the screen to him. “But why?” 

Bakugou rolls his eyes like it’s supposed to be obvious. “So I know to come feed you, idiot. You’ll feel less shitty if y'eat.”

“Okay, but why a hamburger…?” You pause, and then ‘correct’ yourself. “Or well, I guess it’s meant to be hamburger steak here.”

“It’s your favorite food, ain’t it?”

You stare at him for a second, contemplating which of the two responses in your head you want to voice. Then, you pick one. “...yeah, yeah it is.”

Bakugou nods and goes back to cooking while you sit and watch, wondering how he knew your favorite food. 

And how the answer to that should be obvious. 

Though you won’t know for sure if he tells you.

If he ever does.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #nikuniku fics #i need to update my masterlist lmao #it's a pain #uhhhh #sorry if your favorite food is not hamburger steak #to be honest it's not mine either #i saw it in the food vid i watched today #also like #every time i write bkg i'm just like #did i do it okay???? #trying very hard to not write him ooc or at least not too ooc lmao

[sobredunia]

Can i get some cool spanish language facts

The word with the most amount of meanings depending on phrase and context is balls (cojones)

Despite our mostly Latin roots due to the Roman invasion, we also got invaded by the moors, which implanted Arab words into our vocabulary (and gave us a ton of Arab buildings and Arab names to cities and towns but that's not the point). Some of my faves are "fulano", "aceite", "estrella", "almohada", "azafrán", "jarra", and "comino". They stand for "just some guy", "oil", "star", "pillow", "saffron", "jar with handles", and "cumin"

I. I had to use Google translate for that last word. What the fuck.

WAIT NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT I WAS TALKING ABOUT CARAWAY. BUT STILL WHY THE FUCK DOES THE WORD CUMIN ACTUALLY EXIST

Uh. Anyways.

A common insult throughout Spain and latam is "me cago en [x]", which stands for "I am shitting/going to shit on [x]" and then you just add whatever you want. The most common variations are shitting on family members or ancestors, but there are also other funny alternatives like

"me cago en la puta" (I am shitting on the whore)

"me cago en tu sombra" (I am shitting on your shadow)

"me cago en todo" (I am shitting on everything)

"me cago en la hostia" (I am shitting on the communion wafer)

Fun fact our word for communion wafer ("hostia") is actually a pretty common swear word with multiple meanings lmao. It's also used to describe a very specific way to hit someone

Which. Yeah. We have a lot of wonderful ways to insult someone and as a person who's fluent in both English and Spanish lemme tell you that Spanish is superior in the insult aspect hands down like y'all don't even come close to the shit we got going on in here

There is also this one phrase that we have when someone is so incredibly lucky it becomes hateable/ridiculous (that my mother says to me and my father a lot lol) which is "tener una flor en el culo"

It stands for "to have a flower in the ass"

#ask #zecri #spanish #thank you for coming to Tena's special Spanish lessons

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gotta give the biggest #respect to you feltcaverns you sure roasted my applesauce over a campfire good and plenty

Thank you. Finally, some god damn credit.

you guys are obviously at it lyrically on the public forum but i gotta know do yall ever throw down verses behind the frankly unbelievably saturated curtain

HELLO!!!! HELLO HELLO HELLO HELloo hello you messaged me........ oh my godhshhgfhdfjdsfka fshello hello for messaging me. you are the one who sent me a thing... OH!!!! yes ys yes yes.

you are asking about curtians... did you know that in the curtsins of cave johnson they pout moon rocks in there? and now he is singing about lemonsade. lemons like the ones on the tree. with the whores O_O

hello did you know about.... singing. i sing sometimes but not to my friends because i dont think my voice is good. i dont remmeber if i had a voice? but i sing onto the words and it becomes music. i think thats sort of a magic in away

you also didnt forget to ask about my whoooooooooaaaa cant say that one!!!!! ehehehe

hello you are eeee the first person to message me on the wbesite. nobody has before.... did you know that????

not a long time!!! i mean not for a long time. fuck. fuck i am so bad at typing thats why i like doing it the other way. mmhmmhhhghrgfg

they say im the favorite now but it was through being mean... i;m tired of being mean i just want to fuck and suck on plushrumps.com. yknow? i think you know :D

hellO!!!!! and thank you for your message.

:)

holy shit

okay gimme a sec i gotta whip out the old reading glasses for this one

ok refrances those are always good ten out of ten from old rd here

man i played portal 2 like three times

and the first time while in old aperture knocking over old sheet metal with my boingo pogo stick boots

it was literally like a bouncy house with all the colored splooge of quick and bounce and the third boring cum joke

got nauseous from all the camera shenanigans

was tossed around flipped about except chell cant really flip in game thats more pre rendered cutscene crap

anyway we should hook you up with vocal chords sometime what do you think of vocalpids

aw man not p typo

everyone hates p typo

vocaloid thats better

O_O

i dont know who that is? thank you for talking about that. i learn everyh day. you dont know actually what this guy's talking about. you thought you had something on the but it's not actually there.

it might be best to exist this conversation? but noooooooo!!!! i want to talk more but i dont knowwwwww it's a lot and confusing. O_O

bottle rocket 6????? no ive never been there, except the times i have. you dont actually want to be put back there. it's okay, but it's kind of lonely. you aren't a spy, areyou? like from teamfortress 2. gaben

nah i was more of a fusionfall kid myself

i have never heard of video games

when the almighty dell would actually run the damn thing anyways

what the hell

seriously

let me explain to you a thing alright lemme nab one of those longplays of portal 2 really open your world

Yo, behave. Otherwise this shit gets cut off. Not exactly in the state to get scrambled again, and I'm getting a headache already.

Fuck.

Okay, please don't send confusing shit like that.

I can't read it, let alone read it.

oops my bad man

id ask what set you off but i think that would just add another lobotomy to the pile

should i be talking more about plush assholes or something what is the vibe im heading for here im not jiving to hurt you honestly

noooooooo... i can answer that!!! it was all stuff ive never heard of . and i am exposed to a lot of that but thats too much to much too much!!! and it was a lot.... O_O

i havent actually never heard of video games ive heard of a coupel video games. like fortnite. stacey fortnite is my best friend. you aren't sure what fortnite is, but you think it's a video game? you just hear about it on the website.

hello. i am okay not talking about pluhsurmsps.com but it;'s hard because there are more rules. im not allowed to know a lot of stuff... even though i see it and its confusing to me. okay? thank you :) its like when mario gets the star.

To translate, keep the anachronisms to a minimum. I'm not dumb enough to miss the signals, but I'm trying to stay dumb enough to not have to worry about it. Got it?

got it crystal as meth

I LOVE CRYSTAL METH!!!!!! HELLO WALTER WHITE can we be all sortso f things together. you arent actually sure what that is eaither but its fine because it fits the bill. quack

oh god dammit i wasnt even referencing that guy

my bad

shit what year should i be heading for

Breaking Bad came out in 2008, you're fine.

ok cool

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh hello . i dont know :) its okay plushrump content is eternal and can be shared and downloaded in 1080p with a premium scubscripstion? but if we catch you reuoploading the H0TT3ST V1DS onto othwer porn sites then wuhhhhh oh . wuh oh!!! its no good. :O

hello you arennnnnt actually a subscripber? but thats okay im allowed to be social and and with it and ferioucsious. thank you mwahahahaha

absolutely lets get downright rapport-ical

i have been actually just typing and backspacing references ad infiniteezums the past few and reckoning with that whole mess

but yeah besides that im about to settle down for the day i reckon

you guys hooked up to anything or is plushrump like your giant fishbowl

> absolutely lets get downright rapport-ical yessssss. yessssss maybe not that last word. O_O or maybe yes.... i dont want to think about that fucking thing !!!!!!!! hello

woaahhahhhahhhh it's the internet!!! and you are filled with so many connections outbound inbound gmaildotprotonmail dotcom. it's almost like thew hole thing is at your fingertits. you dont remember fingertits being a thing but youre glad they are now. :) whehehehee

did you remember what it was like back there? up there in the sky? no, i didnt think you did. that's alright, because i dont remember eitehr. its equal partitioning, a give and take. running and running as the heavens pour hot death open, and the caverns seem like the only safe respit you've got.

is anyone else there? noooooooo thats bad. thank you for not reading that. oh boy

my eyes are shut dont even worry about it

if there is literally anything i value as a strider now its some actual fucking privacy

  my eyes arent because im looking at the hottest vids on plushrumps.com. did you know they have fozzie bear anal fisting. woooooooooow!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i cant believe it im bursting at the ssssss whaoat athat a new message??? i am not typing fast enough.... O_O

yeah i got some feisty fingers

always chomping at the bit and shit

my graspnubs dont chomp at anything because they are finger tits.... but i dont think thats what it means eiher. have you seen the video before??? on your makrs... ... oh thats wrong? okay

thank you for letting me know :)

broadcast yourself slash watch ? v = Y7WtkdLQ6PM

if tits could bite woah mama id be worried for the baby

oh shit free movie

yeah i love this one

is this you

O_O

yeah god damn

you literally captured my entire essence in this picture

and lookie here theres the whole family

right down to the ridiculous symbols on our old shirts

is there not a dirk in this one? notably missing some dirk and hal here

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa no no no no no no shh not that topic. shhhh . id ont want to hear about the new stuff :O i want to smoke weed andn make out with a hot babe made from FELT!!!!!! ouggghgh yeah it is like she is toking it up. but actually she is stroking it up on our newest video. check out mrs muffet on plushrump.com she is called that because she likes vaginas.

whats a vagina dont actually tell me i just wanted to say that i dont know.

yeah alright word word

yeah im gonna just let mrs muffet do her thing

this pictures delightful though

catch me right click saving

okay cool. :) we are so coooooool. you are cool? i feel like you are cool.

yeah so cool

we are the coolest you and me

NOOOOO thats exclusive property of plsuhrrusmrp.s....... the valueeeeee will go down. if you right click save. mewo

aw damn alright

meow meow sorry i misspelled meow.

thank you.

no problem anything for my pal feltcaverns

that isnt my name............. you know that already dont you!!!

Nope, never mind.

Alright.

One moment.

alright take your time dude ill just be sitting here

ehehe. sorry. HELLO!!!!!!!!! have you susbcriped to plushrumrmrsps totcom?

naw

wb tho

was i gone? i dont think so.

nah im just fuckin with you

youa re being mean for saying things like thjat....... you arent a vey good freind!!! frotship is like that.... it has its upsa nd downs.

im all about that altitude

yeahhhhh buddy!!!!!!!!!!!

like riding a dragon and through the sky. and it's out there, floating in the veil, glittering gleaming golden. you see it in your dreams and you can't wait to go back. Holy shit, okay.

I think I'm gonna end this conversation here, if that's chill?

yeah i think thats good

sorry dude

Not that you can't ever send another message. Just letting things rest tonight.

It's cool. Just taxing on the CPU. Letting the temps cool off before trying anything like this again.

gotcha take it easy

Oh, and, uh. You've got my permission to publicize whatever you want from what we talked about today. I think my "friends" feel the same.

publicize?

i dont follow

On your blog or something, I mean. If you want to. Fuck, sorry. Long night. Ignore what I said if that's better, my decisionmaking processors are not fucking functioning tonight.

#APRIL6 #FELTCAVERNS #limplegsakimbo.tumblr.com

[ashsostrange]

ian reading allat 🧘‍♀️ craziest most immature shit i’ve been involved in.

lemme clear the air one last time though, cuz this is getting annoying as hell.

lash and marie are the ones who provided us with all the other info regarding what maye’s done/said. the only thing i initially knew about was the way maye was talking to dalia bc i was there for it. maye’s friend, marie, was the one who said maye claimed to be part japanese... and told us that her grandma is thai or whatever. then she heavily implied that maye was lying. anyway, if your friend of like three yrs is telling me you’re a liar (n ur already in hot water) then why wouldn’t i believe it? marie told us about the malala stuff and the curry rice joke. she told us that maye is avoidant when it comes to discussing what she did wrong. lash told us about the 9/11 jokes, she even sent screenshots. that’s where talia got them from. i literally said it was weird that maye said she’s “racist on occasion” and they were shitting on her like everyone else was, bc the way she was acting was mad weird.

how are you gna tell us your friend is problematic then turn around and tell her we were talking about her and the things she’s done..? the things… you told us???! they coulda kept quiet but they didn’t for some reason, so receipts are due:

either your “friends” were playing in your mf face or y’all are on some next level fake shit 😭

mind you, if you scroll down on my page, you’ll see that one of these weird ass hoes sent me a link thru anon so they could grab my ip.. like oh, okay! so you’re racist and insane!!!! and i know it was them bc they’ve talked about doing stuff like this to people they’ve had issues with. ion got issues with nobody else on this app except rashad, nd he hasn’t even been bothering me sooo. like i said, i was gna keep this offline but the ip shit really got me.. that’s real fkn weird 😭

i’m sorry it’s so difficult for y’all to accept, but you created this mess on your own, the five of you. i’m not messy for nothing… like ever. and neither are my friends. i alr said i wasn’t gna make them choose between me and maye, cuz i’m not even that close w any of them for it to ever get to that point. i’ve made it perfectly clear that i don’t associate with people who act a certain way, and people that associate with such. not to mention, i blocked all these hoes, but i keep receiving screenshots of these mfs yappin in their ig notes ab me and the situation like we’re in middle school 😭 you say you hate drama but you are the drama baby. plsss grow up! this is mad childish.

never expected marie or anyone else to drop maye for me, i literally don’t care 🤷‍♀️ not my problem, like i said, would’ve j dropped her too. but again, i realllyyyyy don’t understand how you rat out your friend and act like you didn’t… be safe out here y’all LMFAO

i stand on everything i’ve said 🤷‍♀️ like i stated last night before maye even said anything, yes, i was talking shit! and i don’t care! i have no reason to be nice to these people. not one.

i’m not writing another long ass post about this, i’ve explained everything that needed to be explained. i don’t want my blog crowded w drama. if i need to add anything i’ll tell talia to do so on my behalf.

tumblr drama is so silly n i didn’t do nun wrong lol. y’all are your own worst enemies. moral of the story, don’t be racist! 💋

#ash spills 💋

[sunshinediaz]

i think i gotta explain myself real fast for this thing

“Shit.” Eddie looks at his watch again. “Shit.” He sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Come over for dinner tonight? I’ll make tater tot casserole and we can have chocolate malts for dessert.” 

so please, lemme introduce you to some southeast oklahoma delicacies

this is tater tot casserole. it's called lots of other things i think? but in oklahoma and south oklahoma (texas) it's tater tot casserole, too, as far as i know. you can make it a lot of ways (apparently people put CORN and PEAS in it????) but this is how we do it!

ground meat, as much as you want since this meal is an Event, and you brown it real well in a pan

while you're waiting on the meat to cook, you should cook the tater tots. doesn't matter how as long as you get them crispy and DONE

once those 2 things are done, you pour some cream of mushroom and cream of chicken in the meat. doesn't matter what brand, the cheaper the better since we're poor here in rural america, and you mix that shit well

picante sauce. or, well, rotels if you want? but we make our own picante sauce and we just mix it in with the meat, but you can throw in rotels or anything else, actually, like the blasphemous PEAS and CORN

lay that concoction out in a casserole pan. spread it out as best you can so it's even and then layer on the tater tots like little bricks

and then go to town with cheese and green onions and whatever else you want on top, tbh, it's all up to you!

bake it in the oven till the cheese is toasty and the whole house smells HEAVENLY and then take it out to cool

serve it up with ketchup on top if you're feeling some type of way

and that's tater tot casserole my way <3

you can make chocolate malts at home, which i highly recommend, and here's how

grab a tub of ice cream (literally whatever flavor. does not matter. just grab your fav)

milk! we use whole but anything will do tbh, whatever you got's gonna make it yummy regardless

malt mix. it comes in 2 kinds that i know of, chocolate and original—chocolate for chocolate and original for the rest

you add all this into a blender and blend it up! adding more milk makes it less thick while adding more ice cream/mix makes it thicker, so you can find your best fit pretty simply

pour it in some cups and enjoy <3

ps the mix is this that we use but i'm sure there are others!

and anyway! that's the end of my lil explanation AND yes, this is eddie's idea of a date night even tho he doesn't know it yet

#can't believe i'm out here explaining myself over tater tot casserole #britt you better see this and love it #amanda's recipes #lmaooo? #amanda talks

[sushiwt]

website update blog #12 (May 22nd, 2022)

hello! i'm back with some actual changes to the site now!

i apologize if the last website update blog was like...

hold on lemme check my tumblr-

wait a minute...

ALMOST 1 MONTH???

damn. well, i got some changes to show yall anyway sooo lets start!

last time i discussed my website, i told yall that i will remake the whole thing over, and THAT, is going to be my main focus.

so i moved the old files to a new folder called /legacy and made a new html file and css file.

i then thought of how im going to go about organizing this thing. i thought about it for an absurdly long time, and then i had an idea.

what if we organized it as such where the style of an html element can be changed just by using the "class" attribute?

its hard to explain so ill just show you what im talking about: (if you dont want to read this part just scroll down until you see the word SKIP HERE!)

ill give you a div element:

but i want to change how it looks, since its just bland text on the preview shown.

that's where these classes come in!

these classes are basically just there to change how any html's look! (with the help of the class attribute)

turning the div into a black rectangle with a shadow

turning the div into a white rectangle with shadow

turning a div into a white rectangle (no shadow needed (although it looks like the rectangle isnt there anymore, but trust me, it still does)

and more! you can do a whole lot with these combinations, and theres even more classes i havent told you yet, like the button and flex classes, but to put it simply, button adds a transition where the rectangle changes color from white to black and and animation that makes the rectangle slightly go up and flex is to arrange the rectangles in rows and columns.

SKIP HERE!

anyway back to the website...

this was the breakthrough idea that made recreating the website SO MUCH EASIER.

aaand after only 10 days, i finally finished!

i will now explain the changes i have made with the website (compared to my website before i recreated it)! it should be obvious but i will do it anyway.

- i added a github button!

this button serves two purposes:

its a button to redirect you to the github repository of the website!

its to get the /section buttons to actually look like they are centered. the main problem of the old navbar was that it did not look centered AT ALL, so i couldnt really center the thing without looking off and weird...

and now, with the github button, everything looks decent!

- changed the footer to look like a simple (rounded) rectangle at the bottom of the page.

this was to "solve" the problem which i had with the footer thingy which was that:

if i wanted the footer to fix on the bottom of the textbox,

but when i zoom out theres so much visibe dead space at the bottom.

and another thing, if i want the footer to stay at the bottom of the screen, it doesnt look like theres dead space, buttttt

the damn footer takes up 10% of the total screen space

so i had an idea...

what if we just contain it in a small rectangle instead of looking like the navbar?

it clearly does not solve the dead space at the bottom problem, but atleast it looks nicer than before and it doesnt look like the navbar anymore :D

oh and also

- I FINALLY FINISHED THE SLOOSHI PHOTO IN THE SIDE OF THE TEXTBOX AFTER LIKE 1 MONTH

YOU CAN SEE THE CHARACTER ON THE IMAGE I JUST SHOWED YOU IF YOU HAVENT NOTICED YET

THIS SHIT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ADD ARMATURES AND POSES AND I FINALLY FINISHED ITHBHRDJ FNJKCKXLM<

i just hope yall like it :>

aaaaaaand thats all that i have changed while recreating the thingy!!!

now the new stuff (theres only one):

- I added a new section on my website called sushiwt/lite!

based on @pagerorgy's sc36.net (and by based i mean i downloaded the html file of the website and edited it), this WAS a temporary home while i was remaking it, but now its just a place where you can see EVERYTHING the site has to offer (in only 1 table)!

i apologize of the fact that this blog is so long, so heres a tl;dr

i remade the website with a convenient way to change the look of an element

i changed the footer's look, added big slooshi, and

added sushiwt/lite, everything in my site in one table

ok goobai :D

- sushiwt <3

#web de #web design #html #css #this shit took 3 days to type holy fuck

[phoenix-rising-starbird-one]

I’ve not heard from my ex for a while, which is a good thing. I’m honestly proud of myself for not checking in on other social media.

That said…

Of course, things trickle down through third party, this time through my former in-laws, specifically my former SIL.

Apparently, 1400 goes to family dinners, which is fine by me. I did ask him to check in now and then, make sure they’re okay (more so my kids than former in-laws), cause like me, my former SIL is stubborn and doesn’t say anything when things are off. I digress.

Anyways. I suppose after months of silent treatment between the siblings (my ex and my former SIL), he calls her up during a belated birthday family dinner, gets to talking, and apparently asks about me, at which 1400 perks up and starts listening in (not that I approve but I can’t blame him). At one point or another, my ex must’ve stated something along the lines of “She really hates me”, at which 1400 flipped his shit and, according to my former SIL, first started cussing my ex out, then asked what exactly he expected the outcome to be and what he keeps wanting from me. It’s kind of important to remember here that my ex is the one who wanted out.

Anyhow. It turns out that my ex is under the impression -now this is according to 1400 and my former SIL- that we split amicably. Nothing could be farther from the truth. “Now why would he think that?” you ask. It’s because I didn’t get loud. Well technically, I did. Except, he wasn’t there to witness that cause he handled almost everything via… you guessed it… emails, just like when he’d asked for divorce. Because he was too chicken to, both, watch me break down and cry and hear me yell at him, maybe throw some shit his way.

The few moments he was around, and there were only two or three after he asked to split, I tried to stay composed as much as I could, otherwise, I’d have ended up in jail. (That would’ve been especially bad the very last time I saw him, which was 3ish weeks before my last surgery.) You can thank 1400 for that, btw, as he kept reminding me to keep a cool head and not give my ex the satisfaction.

I suppose, I regret not having gotten loud. I may also regret that I didn’t take a chainsaw to his shit. I really really should have. And then packed it up like that and instructed the movers to ship his shit as is. It fucking irritates me to this day that WE handled all that clearing shit for him because he was too afraid to face us. His excuse of no time is invalid as he clearly had time to visit his w**** while my kids and their S.O.s, 1400, and I broke our backs to get shit packed and shipped.

Maybe, he will get the hint once he opens the storage unit to which his HHG shipped to. I may not have broken his shit, but I decided to add almost everything that reminded me of us to his shipment, to include every single gift I’d ever received from him. And lemme tell ya, in 24 years of marriage, there’s a lot of stuff that accumulates. I’m still debating if I’ll send him all the letters he’s ever written me in torn little pieces, along with my ring melted into a little hand flipping him off. Would that be too petty? Hmmm…

I’m just trying to get over this. And him. I don’t need or want him asking how I am. Nor do I want him to find out through others, hence why I didn’t post much about my trip via my other social media. I know, living my best life is the best revenge. And I suppose I could rub it into his face by posting damn near explicit selfies with 1400. But I believe that my ex doesn’t deserve even a glimpse to the new, still improving me.

[gorie-talks-a-lot]

I had the weirdest fuckin' dream last night and imma yell it here because nobody will care/look anyway.

I went to a very small Ghost gig and got a sort of VIP pass deal which meant I could go backstage and meet Tobias and all that and it was so fucking weird.

The first time I went backstage he just treated me like a fan which, yeah, I expected. Sign a few things, put on a happy face despite being exhausted from performing, small talk, yadda yadda.

Then for some reason I kept going to these oddly small gigs of Ghost, except every time they were bigger and had more fans and better venues, and I kept getting approached by the lady who had given me the VIP pass in the first place who seemed to have a literal clipboard every time of stuff the VIP pass included, and apparently today we were doing arts and crafts. (???)

Not one to put down a weird situation I go "Aight, let's go." And suddenly I'm being led to a room where there's a lot of almost childlike fuckin' arts and crafts supplies and a much less exhausted looking Tobias who is already busy fixing random shit together into a primary shool-esque art project. He seems happier to see me this time, as though somehow I'm a friend.

We chat and arts and crafts, and even dream me is trying to figure out this bizarre scenario and eventually he's like "Lemme add you on discord so we can keep in touch." Wild.

I was annoyingly woken up midway through having a discord conversation about how much I suck at Swedish.

This is the first time I've had a Ghost dream and the first time in a long time I haven't just had a nightmare as per my usual sleep routine. Felt like I should write it down somewhere for posterity. And who knows, should anyone actually want to read this drivel maybe they can derive some dream meanings from this and let me know? No? Yeah, that's fine, I'm used to people ignoring my random internet blatherings anyway.

#dream journal #dream journalling #honestly im just glad for a much needed reprieve from nightmares #i will forever find it hilarious that Tobias Forge does nothing for me and yet he puts on a mask to become Copia and im HELLLOOOO OUO