#boba bram

[theproblemcallednight]

the cure to bsd ch 109 trauma

i present you with: boba bram

aya did not get that back

(read left to right)

#bram bsd #bungo stray dogs #aya bsd #bsd 109 #bsd headcanons #cue that one space panel w bram #they’re so cute i can’t stop drawing them #they go out to boba every friday #fight me on that #boba is now one of the things he demands from fukichi when he’s woken up #wait he shoots the pearls out of the straw at fukichi #revengeful bram #boba bram #ayas money is all in boba funds #i regret nothing

[geekynerfherder]

Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

The art of Oscar Martinez.

#Art #Oscar Martinez #Kill Bill #Weird Science #The Fifth Element #The Goonies #Top Gun #Star Wars #Alien #Bram Stoker's Dracula #Conan The Barbarian #La La Land #Ahsoka #The Mandalorian #The Book Of Boba Fett #JoJo Rabbit #Jurassic Park #Ian Malcolm #The Terminator #Terminator 2 #Obi-Wan Kenobi

[chuunai]

Chuunai’s 100 follower event!

As stated in the previous poll, it’ll be a list of 20 scenarios and 20 prompts that you can choose from (preferably you choose a scenario and a prompt). If you’re participating (please do, I’ll marry you ^_^), send the scenario and prompt you want to my inbox. Anonymous or not is fine. I think I’ll do around 10-15 of these requests, and it’s first come first serve.

It’s be helpful too if y’all wanna specify on whether or not you want a drabble (like my lists) or a full on fanfic. If it’s a drabble I can do up to three characters, if it’s a fanfic I’ll do just one.

Characters I will not do (out of dislike and because I can’t write for their personality because I forgot they exist) include: Mori, all members of the Guild, Hirotsu, Kunikida, Fukuchi, Bram Stoker, PM! Dazai, 15! Dazai and Chuuya.

The availability of the requests will be shown below:

- 13/13 requests taken so far.

Anyway, onto the list!

Scenarios:

(1) Married life

(2) Babies (and other bullshit)

(3) Going on a boba date

(4) Teaching them how to knit/crochet

(5) Putting makeup on them

(6) First confessions

(7) How they are when they move in with you

(8) Their couple playlist

(9) Cooking with you

(10) Mistletoe kisses

(11) Questioning your loyalty as their partner

(12) Cheating on you

(13) How they comfort you when they cry

(14) Ass, tits or thighs?

(15) Getting a pet with you

(16) Neglecting you over work

(17) Wondering if they deserve you or not

(18) Celebrating their first one year anniversary with you

(19) Getting drunk in-front of you

(20) If they had to pick between you and the world, who would it be?

Prompts (totally not song lyrics):

(1) “My god I thought you were someone to rely on.”

(2) “You look so stupid when you dance.”

(3) “I wanted to be the one that you could understand.”

(4) “Just look at you, then look at me.”

(5) “Send you my love on a wire.”

(6) “And I don’t know if I’ma see you again.”

(7) “Only if you knew how much I liked you.”

(8) “All in all, it was a typical Tuesday.”

(9) “I need your attention in this frail dimension of a brain.”

(10) “It’s just the two of us.”

(11) “I’m yearning, I’m searching.”

(12) “‘Cause I got a good feeling about you and I.”

(13) “Yeah, I think that I love you.”

(14) “It wasn’t really in my plans.”

(15) “Lost your name in a shit storm I caused.”

(16) “And I’m the rotten apple of your eye.”

(17) “Oh God, you’ve got charm.”

(18) “And I don’t wanna go home.”

(19) “Then I woke up, still drunk.”

(20) “Said hello, you said hello back.”

#bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs #aspiring writer #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuunai #bsd x gender neutral reader #main post #follower event #event #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #fanfic #bungo stray dogs chuuya #chuuya #inbox open #inbox #current events #bungo sd #bsd tag #bsd headcanons #bsd imagines #bsd #bsd fluff #bsd angst

[fictionz]

New Fiction 2022 - July

The Bible, Douay-Rheims, Complete - "1 Paralipomenon" ed. Richard Challoner (1752)

More begetting children and all their names before coming back around to more of David's reign. So many chapters are just appendices to previous events.

The Bible, Douay-Rheims, Complete - "2 Paralipomenon" ed. Richard Challoner (1752)

Two Paralipomenon, say that five times fast. So now it's on to Solomon and his riches (again), Roboam talking about how his little finger is bigger than his dad's dick, and Jeroboam getting whipped with scorpions all the way to the fall of Jerusalem. It's basically another look at what we saw in Kings.

Dracula Daily - "July" by Bram Stoker & ed. Matt Kirkland (1897, 2021)

Dracula’s finally outta that musty old castle, though leaving Jonathan in the lurch is quite the cliffhanger. And that poor, poor captain.

Bad Hare Day by R.L. Stine (1996)

A mish-mash of various ideas from earlier books. It has the vibe of Haunted Mask and stealing secrets from weird adults, the experimenting with illicit stuff from Monster Blood, animal transformations from various books, bratty younger sister who bullies the protagonist, a Slappy-like snarky villainous character. It’s too much of a remix and more slapstick than horror.

Egg Monsters from Mars by R.L. Stine (1996)

A decent creature story, but the latter half kind of sags with the protagonist spending a lot of time just trapped in a freezer and struggling to stay warm. The villain is genuinely frightening but also one-dimensional and doesn't really explain his motivation well. And there's not enough of the egg monsters. It's close to a top tier book but just sputters too much along the way.

"Bathtub Mermaid" by Edith Zimmerman (2022)

Someone has to hear about the doll thief.

"its time for… the dark cabinet" by itstimeforcomics-blog (2015)

When you least suspect it.

Lost Highway dir. David Lynch (1997)

One can see the continuation of a theme in Lynch’s work since Blue Velvet. Does he want us see the darkness or the light?

Mad God dir. Phil Tippett (2022)

If the journey ends for you, it doesn’t mean it’s the end.

Mr. Malcolm's List dir. Emma Holly Jones (2022)

British accents always class up the cruelty.

Thor: Love and Thunder dir. Taika Waititi (2022)

Whoof, what a drop from Ragnarok.

Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers dir. Akiva Schaffer (2022)

A reflection of a reflection that is unaware of what it sees.

Where the Crawdads Sing dir. Olivia Newman (2022)

Pump up the volume on the mystery, tone down the romance.

Nope dir. Jordan Peele (2022)

The most fun take on Jaws since the original. A real hoot and also really fucked up at times. An understanding of horror by someone who continues to bring cool ideas to movies.

Vengeance dir. B. J. Novak (2022)

You get awful close but you shouldn’t have been the face of it. Now we ask, what did we learn?

Fear Street Part One: 1994 dir. Leigh Janiak (2021)

Really going for it right out of the gate. I’m in. Now I need to know if I should go back and read Fear Street after reading this bunch of Goosebumps books.

Fear Street Part Two: 1978 dir. Leigh Janiak (2021)

Even the devil craves a kind word.

Fear Street Part Three: 1666 dir. Leigh Janiak (2021)

Legacy is mankind’s ruin.

Goosebumps - "Bad Hare Day" (1996)

Erf, the book was rough, and the episode doesn’t do itself any favors by leaning into the snarky villain.

Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers (1988-1990)

A nostalgia bomb like every one of these 90s cartoons tends to be, though the tropes eventually wear thin when watching it all in one go. Monterey Jack may be what crystallized my appreciation of cheese.

Better Call Saul - Season 5 (2020)

This show... it doesn’t build the way Breaking Bad builds. It’s more of a roller coaster with the sense of hitting the same drop a few too many times. This season is a bookmark in place while you wait for the extra season that should have been season five.

The Book of Boba Fett (2021-2022)

I feel bad for the actors and crew of this ostensibly standalone TV show. Your makers should have had the fortitude to stick the vision.

Obi-Wan Kenobi (2022)

Better, but only because it is exactly what I remember. It’s comfortable, like an old pair of socks.

#the bible #dracula daily #bad hare day #egg monsters from mars #r.l. stine #edith zimmerman #the dark cabinet #lost highway #david lynch #mad god #phil tippett #mr. malcom's list #emma holly jones #thor love and thunder #chip n dale rescue rangers #where the crawdads sing #olivia newman #nope #jordan peele #vengeance #b.j. novak #goosebumps #better call saul #bcs #the book of boba fett #obi-wan kenobi #fear street #new fiction #2022

[ceo-of-sloppy-men]

What are your top 5 rareships?

Of all time? 🧍i don’t really have that many rare pair ships. Either I’m in a fandom I ship my oc with characters or I like a lot of popular ships so I ain’t even sure some of these are rare… in no particular order:

Evfra/Ryder/Jaal (mass effect andromeda)

Traumacule (Saint-14/Osiris/Drifter/Young Wolf)

Saladin Forge/Drifter (Destiny2)

Cobb Vanth/Din Djarin/Boba Fett (Star Wars)

Lace Harding/Bram Kenrick (Dragon Age)

If you want something more specific request a fandom

#i stand by drifter/Saladin it’s funny to me #keep in mind one can ship without wanting it to be canon #ask answer

[screametc]

ahh i forgot to mention bram turned three last weekend!!

he had a good day

#thats a squeaky plush birthday cake and boba tea on the right #some of his new presents!!! #on the left is the treats i baked him 💗 #my little boyyyyy #bram tag

[tiefighters]

Star Wars ‘Dark Side’ Character Redesigns

Art by Bram Leegwater || IG

#star wars #bram leegwater #yoda #darth vader #darth maul #c-3po #design #chewbacca #boba fett #scout trooper #queen Amidala #Bib Fortuna

[radioactivepeasant]

Star Wars Wednesday Part 2

All at once, the door opened and Chewbacca stormed in, full of ire. It was near impossible to decipher what he was saying, as he was accustomed to the mouth and throat of a wolf and not a man, yet Han still managed by reason of familiarity to understand a little of it. The hirsute giant set a badly twisted automaton down, heedless of the engine grease smeared across the carpet. The sprite that powered the automaton cowered, flickering, in the central chamber of the unit and could not be coaxed back out again.

[[MORE]]

"My stars!" exclaimed Leia, "What on earth has happened to poor Threepio?"

In bits and pieces, they got it out of him that he'd discovered the damaged automaton in a rubbish pile behind the carriage house, where some homunculi-like creatures were attempting to disassemble him to get at the sprite inside.

"What a mess," Leia cried, "Oh Chewbacca, do you think you can repair him? Small things I can fix quite easily, but neither Han nor I have the strength required to straighten his frame again."

Chewbacca examined the wreck, then made an eloquent shrug as he set to work. Han's suggestion of requesting a mechanic from Lando was quickly turned down, and as if summoned by the mention of his name, the door opened and Baron Calrissian was announced by one of the servants.

"My apologies," said the baron, "Am I interrupting anything?" When he was informed, rather quickly, that he was not, he turned to Leia and bowed gallantly over her gloved hand. "My dear lady, forgive me if I am too forward, but you light our cloudy home with your beauty."

Leia was not terribly impressed, but politely thanked the man, taking the arm offered to her. Would they care to join him for refreshment, he asked, and oh certainly all were invited of course or else he shouldn't have asked them as a group. Han found Leia's fears beginning to work on him, and did his best to keep the suspicion from his eye as he rose and linked his arm through Miss Organa's.

Lando cast a brief and somewhat startled glance at the old automaton on the carpet. "I say," he said, "Are you having some trouble with your automaton?"

"Not in particular," said Han, "Why do you ask?"

As they walked downstairs, talk turned from the mundane to the uncanny, for things better left to fairytales often found their way to Essex, following the new railroads. Baron Calrissian admitted that it was, indeed, a problem when the occasional dark influence drew sea serpents to the coast, sometimes devouring whole crews.

"It is a terrible shadow to live under, and so wholly at odds with our civilized age," said the baron, "And one never knows when something horrid might call its legions to badger one. But I live in hope that it shall all be passed us soon. You see, I believe I have come to the end of an odious contract wherein I am no longer bound to deal with such things."

By this, they assumed he meant that the lease on the rooms he rented were up, and that he intended to move inland.

The doors to the dining room opened, and Leia was hard pressed not to scream. There, at the end of the long table, sat that nightmarish figure who had plagued them so lately. Count Vader looked up, red eyes burning like flames, and stood gracefully. Mr. Fett, the other partner in the business, stood to his left, just behind him, and watched Captain Solo with a look of cold triumph.

"We would be honored if you would join us," Vader said with a polite nod, and gestured to a chair. 

"I am sorry," Lando whispered, and a look of profound misery spread across his face. "I do not do this of my own free will."

"I am sorry too," Han retorted, and if he could have burned a hole in the man with his stare, he would have.

#Star Wars Wednesday #part two #the empire strikes back #bram stoker au #princess leia #leia organa #han solo #lando calrissian #boba fett #darth vader #fic prompts #writing prompts

[unstoppableforcce]

trivia night

pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x reader

masterlist | next part

a/n: oh so very smutty so [18+] y’all. thank you to everyone who inspired and encouraged me to enter the triple frontier fic world, if y’all like this one be sure to let me know so I can keep more coming !! ( and a special thank you to @mandoplease for publishing such incredible work that I had to join the Santi fic world !! )

“No, Jango Fett is from the prequels--”

“Boba Fett is also in the prequels--”

“And the originals--”

The whisper fight was not unusual for a Thursday night trivia night with the boys around the table at the brewery but it was unusual for Frankie, Benny, and Will to get away with the discussion for so long. 

Santi was almost always the first to jump in and set the record straight, no matter the topic of the question asked by the bald and Irish host up by the bar, but not this Thursday. His stare passed over the few tables packed with housewives eying up Benny and ignoring their husbands, and over the twenty-somethings with purple and pink hair holding similar arguments. It was directed straight to the bar across the concrete floor and no where else. 

Because it wasn’t tall and lanky Bram the bartender behind the counter like it had been every Thursday night for the past six months since Frankie moved two blocks away from the brewery. It was you. 

And he couldn’t pull his attention from you, not even to correct the absurd whisper fight happening at the table around him that had spiraled into an even stupider battle between the brothers for the pen to scribble down the answer. 

You were too distracting.

“Pope— Pope— give me the goddamn pen, Benny— Pope, come on is it Boba or Jango?” Will fought, nudging him enough to snap him from his thoughts but also nudging him just enough to send the beer in his hand clattering to the side, spilling out all over the table. 

Frankie and Will were quick to grab their phones off the table, Benny scrambling exclusively for the tiny slips of paper for the trivia game, but Santi had no choice but to slide his chair back to try and avoid making a mess of his pants. Except it made a screaming noise that echoed around the large brewery warehouse, the metal chair against the concrete making people throw their hands to their ears and groan instead of focusing on the question at hand. 

“Dammit,” he cursed out, reaching for a handful of napkins as his jeans got wet but as he began dabbing, he glanced around and realized the whole brewery shifted their attention to their table, “sorry, we’re all good.”

“Convincing,” Frankie chided and Santi quickly hit his hat off his head, earning a chorus of laughter from the table, but doing little to hide the blush on either of their faces.

“It had to be my beer?” Santi scoffed, grabbing another handful of napkins to begin wiping at his chair and the table. 

“You weren’t helping with the question—”

“You two would have figured it out—“

“I told you it was Boba—”

“Turn in your answers to the front so we can move on to the next question!” The host called from the bar and Benny quickly stood with his answer on the slip of paper, taking it up to the front as everyone’s tables did the same. 

But as Pope tried to keep cleaning with his futile napkin pile, a dry towel appeared on the table next to him, between him and Frankie. 

“Here, let me...” 

It was you, not Bram the bartender, pushing the dry towel into the spilled beer on the table, and he froze. 

If he thought you were distracting from afar, it was worse up close.

Frankie didn’t freeze though, he quickly scooted out of the way, careful to lift his chair so it wouldn’t screech the way Pope’s did, but Pope still stood just a foot behind you, frozen in place. 

The hustle and bustle of the trivia night continued on around them and you worked quickly, drying off the table and wiping down the floor where most of it ended up, but he didn’t snap out of it until you bent down in front of him and he realized he was just staring. 

“Sorry, it was an accident...” He sighed, trying to get back to himself by bending down next to you, trying to help with his sloppy pile of napkins even as you waved him off. 

“It’s okay, trivia can get pretty intense.” You chuckled, using your towel to collect the mess of napkins he had in his hands. “I’ll take that.”

“Oh um, thank you.”

“No problem--”

“I don’t know any of the Spice Girls!” Benny whisper shouted from across the table, interrupting the two of you as both of you slowly stood back up. 

Santi took a glance around, realizing the trivia night had continued on around the two of you and that was what Benny was talking about, not any other random reason. 

But he could still care less, focused more on you as he dragged his seat back to the table. Except you didn’t flee the table immediately and retreat back to the bar like he expected, you hung around, leaning into the table.

“What’s the question?” You hummed, quickly earning all of the attention of boys around the table. 

“Umm who was the only Spice Girl not to sing a line during Wannabe...?” Frankie meekly offered from beside you.

“Posh.” You whispered before pulling back, flashing Santi a smirk and finally retreating to the bar while Benny scribbled the answer down quickly. 

“Thanks—” “Thank you—” they all cheered behind you and you offered the same smirk you gave to Santi to the rest of them. 

“That’s not Bram...” Will laughed out, sipping at his beer. 

“No, definitely not.” Frankie continued to muse, nudging Pope again and almost making him drop the pitcher in hand as he moved to pour himself a new drink. “Was that what was distracting you--”

With his glass only halfway filled, he brought it to his lips to give himself an escape while the boys began to laugh around him. 

“Yeah, definitely not Bram...” He joined them with a laugh but the next question came on quickly and they all moved on. 

Except for Santi. He didn’t. He couldn’t, not that quickly. 

He glanced back to the bar, looking past the bald man leading the questions to you at the bar. Though the second you felt his stare, you looked up from the counter and briefly caught it. But he only sent it back to the guys around him, missing the smirk that stayed on your lips as you stared. 

As halftime from the trivia game sounded off, most of the crowd escaped out to the food truck in the back alley, including Will who refused to take orders for the others. 

“If you want a taco, go out and get your own taco.” Will scoffed out, earning a round of groans in response. 

But as Benny got up with his glass of beer to intercept the stares he had been getting from the table on the other side of him and Frankie excused himself for the bathroom, Santi really had no choice but to get up himself. And if he was getting up, he was going to talk to you. 

At least, that was if he could catch your attention out of the crowd of men waiting for refills. 

Nabbing a small section of counter top next to Bill, the older office worker who came to play alone nearly every week and oggle the owner, Santi patiently waited as you passed pitchers and glasses across the counter to the hoard of waiting men. He contemplated heading back to the table, not wanting to make things more difficult for you, but as he caught your stare again while you worked, he figured you might prefer for him to tough it out. 

So he waited, and waited, past the ten minute warning from the bald host, then past the five minute warning, but eventually you cleared out the crowd and made your way over to him.

“Pitcher of the Amber or...?” You prompted, wiping some of the spillage from the last pitcher you past over the counter away as you maneuvered yourself across the counter from him. 

“Yeah, please...” he sighed out, clenching his eyes shut as you turned your back to him. 

No. No, was what he should have said, they still had almost half a pitcher left on the table but It came out before he could help himself. 

What was wrong with him? He never had any problem asking for a name, or a date, or a phone number, especially when you set him up so well. 

Hopefully the tacos made the boys thirsty because you quickly turned around with a full pitcher and he had to fish his wallet from his pocket, tossing a few bills out between the two of you. Enough to cover the pitcher and a healthy tip. 

But nothing to wow you. He had no charm, no confidence. What was wrong with him—

“Need me to carry it back to your table or you think you can handle it without spilling?” You mocked easily, the smirk building on your lips again and practically drawing him further into the counter.

You had your own gravity to you, it was simple, effortless, unlike anything he had felt in a while. He leaned his elbows forward onto the counter next to the pitcher and you leaned closer just the same almost on instinct. 

“I think I can manage that myself... thank you though...” 

That wasn’t smooth, that could’ve been so much smoother, what the hell was wrong with him—

“Need anything else?”

“Your name?” There was his recovery, better late than never. He quirked his head and slyly dropped his stare to the counter with a chuckle before dragging it slowly back up to your eyes. “Maybe a phone number?”

The smirk didn’t even drop when you laughed at him, amused by the display. 

“I don’t even have your name,” you mused, letting out a wistful sigh, reaching for your towel to wipe at the counter again. 

“Santiago.” He extended his hand over the counter and you took it easily, offering your name back as you did. 

“Maybe if y’all win trivia I can see myself offering up a phone number.” You shrugged, pursing your lips out slightly. 

He didn’t let any blush rise to his face, just a hum of his own amusement. The blush for the whole room was worn by Bill just one seat over, trying desperately to look like he wasn’t eavesdropping though both of you could clearly tell he was. 

“Maybe?”

You shook your head but the smirk on his lips only grew on his face, “Maybe,” you repeated. 

“I think I can work with maybe.” He liked this banter, and he more than liked the smile you sent it his way with. 

“Yeah? Then you better up your Spice Girl’s knowledge.”

“I know my Spice Girls—”

“Good for you man.” Frankie joked, having overheard just his line as he approached the counter behind Santi. “I thought I had the next round?”

Santi stuttered a bit at that, back off his game, searching for the words he needed but you had already chuckled out and shifted your attention away, grabbing the money and turning to the next customer. 

“Oh, did I interrupt—”

“No, why would you think that?” Santi kept his voice down but let the sarcasm flow freely, throwing his hands up in some minor annoyance and Frankie hid his laughter and the heat of his cheeks behind the brim of his hat. “Just take the pitcher, will you—”

He looked back to the counter to push the pitcher his way and you were back, holding a handful of napkins out to him, “just in case.”

“Thank you.” He said again, taking them from your hand as you just shook, turning your back to him as he walked away with Frankie, the host calling for the start of the final few rounds. 

He was no longer useless to the team. He magically shifted into the leader he normally was when they came out for Trivia night, answering questions before some of the guys could even process them, scribbling out faster than even Benny could manage. But in the end, it wasn’t enough. 

Team ‘the boys’ worked their way into second place just behind the two assholes at the bar, clearly having just gotten off work with their loosened ties and rolled up sleeves. Team ‘rich and delicious’. That meant they got the applause and they got the free beer growlers. 

It also meant Santi got nothing. 

Or at least, he assumed that was the case, letting his stare fall to the guys around him as they cheered for their first second place victory since they started coming. 

“Nice work man,” Frankie touted, patting him on the back as Will freshened up each of their glasses with more beer. 

It was a fun night and it felt good to do better than ever before, but he was competitive to say the least. He wanted to win. Not just for the principle of winning, though it would have certainly been reward enough to beat the two dicks at the bar. But more so for you. 

Though as he caught your stare across the brewery again, your smirk told him it wasn’t over yet. 

After about another hour of drinking, you shouted out “last call,” and by then, most of the brewery had began to pack up and head home anyways. 

Will had planned to drive Benny home, Frankie had planned to walk from the beginning but Pope steadfastly remained confident in his sobriety. Dolling out a few hugs or handshakes to say goodbye, he excused himself to the restroom and when he came out, his team was gone. 

Making his way to the bar, now one of the few remaining patrons, he caught your stare and attention much quicker than he had before. 

“No win for you tonight...” you joked and he rolled his eyes, taking claim of the seat across from you. 

“Second is better than we’ve ever done so I still have that to be proud of.” He fought back, watching you wave to the last group of people as they left, kind enough to bring their glasses back up to the counter for you. 

“Really?” You quirked your head over your shoulder as you continued to clean. 

He quirked his head right back, amused to say the least, “Yeah, we aren’t the smartest band of guys—”

“No, I mean, you’re proud of second?”

He laughed out at that, meeting laughter from you as well and smiling, “is second not something you reward? First only?”

“I may have a prize for second...” You laughed, “but you don’t really strike me as a guy satisfied with second.”

“Satisfied?”

“Satiated, content, accepting of—”

He shook his head, another spell of laughter falling from his lips, “No, you’re right, I’m a competitive guy.”

Grabbing a tub out from under the bar, you settled it on your hip and maneuvered out of the bar, going table by table and grabbing the rest of the glasses laying around. “I know, you put up quite the fight for second, the ‘nearly grandma’s’ team was only two points behind.”

“I guess Posh Spice really helped us.” He laughed. 

You settled the tub back out on the counter and reached over for a wet rag to begin wiping down each of the tables. “So what do you think you should get for second place? Especially if I’m the one who boosted you to second...”

“What should I get?” He couldn’t remember the last time he was around someone and kept his smirk up for this long, he’s never been so amused by someone, so playful with someone...

He felt light. Honestly, light. When was the last time he could say that?

“Well the phone number was for first, what’s for second?” You tempt your smirk back his way as you bend over the first table, wiping it down. 

“I mean, a first date, a first kiss, I’m very interested in everything... what are my options here?”

“I’m starting to think maybe I should have reworked my tiering here, you know, put phone number on the bottom, third place or something.” You mused, moving to the next table as he turned on his seat at the bar to follow you with his stare. 

“So I’ve already won the phone number?”

“Insatiable...” You mocked, finishing up with the last few tables and pushing the chairs in. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you quickly unlocked it, passing it his way, “How about you give me yours?”

“And then?”

“Well,” you spun around some as he began typing, looking up at you between his name and number, “it’s nearly midnight and I’m not off work yet, and I normally work everyday but Thursdays and Sundays so, I’m not much for dinner dates but I’m a big fan of breakfast.”

“That’s convenient, I make a mean breakfast.” He smiled, quirking his chin up as he handed your phone back to you. “How about tomorrow?”

“Now we might be a little ahead of ourselves, I just got your phone number.”

“I haven’t gotten anything.” He shook his head with another laugh. 

He liked laughing this much. Sure, he laughed with the guys but he didn’t have plans to sleep with any of them. And the people he did sleep with weren’t like you. Maybe that’s what he’s been doing wrong recently. 

“Second place...” you mutter, shaking your head as you take a few steps closer, effectively eliminating any space between the two of you, no bar to lean over, no nothing. “Second place would really be lowering my standards you know...”

“Should have told the ‘rich and delicious’ team to stick around.” He mocked as you leaned closer, his voice getting quieter and quieter as you did.

“Nah, second isn’t too bad when it looks like you.”

He couldn’t take it anymore.

In all honesty, he’d been staring at your lips since the two of you ended up alone at the bar and watching you bend over to clean... he had shown incredible restraint so far.

And judging by the way your stare fell to his lips, he wasn’t the only one. He felt more confident than he had felt all night.

More confident than he had felt in a while, if he was being completely honest.

He surged forward off the bar stool and grabbed your face with both hands, dragging your lips to his. The kiss was heated and full of fire, but far too short. He couldn’t let it linger for too long, almost all of his confidence coming out in the single surge. But as he pulled his lips back from yours, keeping his nose up against yours, he felt a spark of electricity flow through him from head to toe.

The way his lips hovered over yours, dancing against yours ever so slightly as he tried to catch his breath, it was like two live wires sparking against each other.

Electrifying.

Clearly you felt it too, because he couldn’t even catch his breath much less get out a word or two before your lips were back on his and your hands were gripping tight to his chest.

Stepping you back, his hands fell to your hips, guiding you onto the next bar stool so he had a better angle, his hips in line with yours in between your legs, his lips moving to attack your neck.

“Santiago...” you moaned out, his name floating through the stale air of the brewery like the sweet honey the amber ale tasted like and he swore he could taste it on his lips as he licked down to your shoulders.

“Let me take you home...” he rolled his hips up into yours and the breath that escaped you was even more rugged than the last.

“Oh well, first place...” you threw your head back, “first place would get to take me home.”

“What does second place get?” His kisses trailed along the gold necklace that hung around your neck, dipping lower into the cleavage of your black top.

“Well, we have the place to ourselves, might as well make ourselves comfortable.”

He laughed at that, pulling his lips off of you and glancing around the empty warehouse bar. “Yeah?”

“Could’ve come in first.”

“Oh honey, I’ve got no problem taking you on the table...” he smirked, dragging you off the stool and bringing your face back to his for a chaste kiss. “And I never come first.”

“Oh I set you up for that one...”

“Damn straight sweetheart.”

Grabbing your hips as you slung your arms around his neck, he moved you back to the nearest table and sat you back on it. And while you pulled at his short curls, deepening the kiss, he found the bottoms hem of your shirt and began dragging it tantalizingly slow up your chest.

Seems you were the one showing little restraint now, meeting his hands and rapidly lifting it the rest of the way off and tossing it aside easily.

“You’re good at that.” He mused, reaching for the bottom hem of his own shirt to do the same

“Yeah, I take it off at least once a day you know...”

“Smart ass.”

He grabbed for your hips again but instead of drawing you closer, he flipped you around, pressing the front of your hips into the table and pushing hims elf firmly against your ass. With one strong forearm taut around your torso, he kept your back against his bare chest, dragging you as close as possible until your breaths aligned with his and his lips could move to your ear. 

“Is this okay?” He huffed, still trying to catch his breath and staggering even more so as one of your hands reached up to intertwine your fingers with his holding against your chest. 

With a roll of your hips back into his, eliciting another groan from his lips, you responded with a throaty, “Yes...”

Your head fell back onto his shoulder as his restrained and hardened length continued to grind into your ass, the fingers of his hand not holding you upright dipping to the button of your jeans and undoing it quickly. The hot breath panting out of your chest held in your throat as his hand dipped even lower, dragging taunting lines along your soaked underwear. 

His hips rocked in a deft rut against you still but now rocking your tight bundle of nerves into the palm of his hands, prying a restrained whimper from your lips. 

“Baby, I want to hear you.” He cooed into your ear, his mind desperate for the honey of your voice and the way his mind seemed to drown in it. The hot pleasure of each movement bubbling in his stomach, he was hardening against your ass, you were soaking over his fingers...

“Santiago...”

A growl released from his lips, as his hips stuttered against yours. He wanted more of you, more of your delicious voice whining out into the echoing warehouse, more of the decadent juices dampening his fingers as he pushed aside your underwear and dipped into you one finger at a time, more of the hot taste of your skin as he sucked onto the bend of your neck to your shoulders, more of you... so much more of you. 

Bending you over the table, your hands splayed out over the freshly cleaned surface, trying to keep yourself upright with nearly quivering arms. His pants hit the floor, belt buckle clattering to the concrete, and yours quickly followed suit, worked down your legs to bunch up around your boots and ankles. But keeping yourself partially upright was futile, turning your head over your shoulder you caught sight of him stroking over his fully hardened and lengthy girth and all but resigned yourself to your impending fate, laying down the rest of the way with another moan released your lips. 

The sight of him alone had you clenching around the stale air of the warehouse and nothing else, desperate for more of him.

“You want this?” He played, drawing a languid stroke over himself as he brought his tip to play against your exposed and aching cunt. “Tell me you want me, baby.”

“I want you...”

“Yeah?” He pressed in gently, toying with you as your grip around the table tightened. “Tell me baby.”

“Smart ass,” you groaned, earning a gentle yet playful smack on your ass that you relished in, trying to back into him for relief. Finally, the taunting tease was too much and you pleaded for him with your dripping honey tone, “I want you, I want you, please.”

Pushing the rest of the way in, all of your noises held tight in your throat while he kept still within you, relishing in the feel of you stretching around him as your hands clenched tight around the table. One of his hands worked up your back, unclasping your bra with a practiced move and continuing up to the back of your neck, pushing your face into the cool table top before he began to work in and out of you. 

His other hand held at the dip of your lower back, holding you in place as his thrusts accelerated in pace. The holding grip felt like a crushing weight but nothing like the force of his pounding hips as he nailed you deeper and deeper into the table. The repeated hits of your hips against the table threatened to leave bruises but you could care less, the pain was pulling an addicting sense of euphoria from your core and you’d cover your body in a thousand bruises if it meant you’d feel this good. 

Weaving his hand from the back of your neck into your hair, he lifted your face up just enough to meet his lips as he bent over you, finding a newer, deeper angle with his lips ghosting over yours. 

“How does it feel, baby...” he taunted as you tried to bring your lips to his but he held you just far enough back to feel his breath but not his lips. 

Close, tauntingly close, but not enough. 

“Kiss me, Santi...”

“How does it feel?”

Sending a particularly pounding thrust into you, your head fell back against his shoulder, your moan descending into a sob as his lips met your neck for a lengthy lick and bite. 

God, you didn’t just feel good, you felt right. You felt right like nothing had before, not since he and the guys got back from South America. 

He bought the house because it felt like the right thing to do, he stopped doing work that would hurt himself because it felt like the right thing to do... but this was the only thing that felt right. He had been looking for something like this for longer than he could even remember and he wanted more. 

“Santi—” 

He cut you off with his lips on yours, contorting at a weird angle but giving him new access to your still half clothes chest. He wanted your bra off, he wanted to feel every inch of you, every single goddamn inch of you. 

Every sound you made, no matter how faint, echoed in the big room now, even in competition with the obscene sound of his hips smacking into yours. You could hear each grunt and breath that fell from his lips and he could hear the same from you, every whine and moan, every whimper and—

“Please...”

Your words vibrated against his lips and released a new level of desperate need from within him. 

The hand he had fighting with the fabric of your bra relinquished the fight to get it off, moving underneath to take hold of your breast, his other hand reaching back around your torso to hoist you back up into his chest. His teeth gritted together as he found a whole new rhythm, faster, faster, faster...

“Oh my g—”

“Oh fuck honey.” Everything was getting tighter, the tense coil in your stomach, his grip around your chest, every muscle in his legs and abdomen, the pull of you against him... you were clenching tighter and tighter around him, tighter and tighter. 

His hips snapped even harder into you as his rhythm began to falter but his hand reached down from your stomach with a purpose. His hand was back on your pulsing bundle of nerves, but not his palm, two fingers, rubbing meticulously at first but quickly loosing all sense of control as you began to shake against him. 

Biting down on your shoulder, he moved to a pace he couldn’t hope to maintain, trying to push you over the edge with his fingers, rubbing faster and faster and faster and—

“Fuck, Santi— fuck.” you shook, coming apart around him as your scream of his name cursed out into an echo, bouncing around the warehouse walls and playing into his ears on each bounce. Then your breathless whisper released just loud enough for him to hear in your smoothest voice, drenched in honey, drowning his ears in it, “Santiago...”

And that was all it took.

He was falling apart, barely managing the control to ask “can I— fuck, can I— inside?” and get an exhausted nod from you before he came apart. 

His hips stuttered, knocking you into the table once, then twice in quick succession, all accompanied by whines of his own falling from his lips against the skin of your neck. 

“Not bad for second place...” you mocked, still out of breath as he kept you held up against his chest.

And his laughter shook the both of you, his forehead, now damp with sweat, pressed into the side of your face. As he slipped out of you, sending you both whimpering out from the loss of contact, he kissed down your spine until he picked his own pants up. 

“Let me take you home,” he kissed back up your spine until you turned around and met his lips with yours. “I promised breakfast...”

“I like breakfast.” You hummed, holding him close by his curls, forehead holding against yours. 

“I like you.” 

To think, you had the audacity to be mad when Bram the bartender asked you to pick up his Thursday shift.

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tags: @mandoplease @spider-starry @pizzahutmonkeybutt @mouse230 @kindablackenedsuperhero @shakespeareanwannabe @mylifeliterally @this-cat-is-dea @woakiees

#santiago garcia x reader #santiago ‘pope’ garcia x reader #oscar isaac #triple frontier #smut #oh my god i can believe i did it #i hope yall enjoy

[baegarrick]

idk if you've read/seen the book/movie but just... love, simon zukka au ?? sokka as simon and zuko as bram because blue spirit ( though if we r going for it personality-wise maybe switch their roles? idk ! ) — also in this one the friends are exponentially better

ok im so sorry I haven’t actually seen love, simon or read the book but.... I HAVE ACCESS TO WIKIPEDIA SO LETS GO

ok so I was considering Zuko as Simon bc of the musical thing/the loving parent (Iroh), the girl he sees Sokka (Bram) kiss is Suki.... but also bc I just love writing Zuko (maybe I’ll parse that out at the end)

BUT lets go with Sokka as Simon bc I also love writing the Gaang

Sokka is Simon

Katara is both Nora and Abby

Jet is Martin

Aang is Nick (but slightly also Abby)

Zuko is blue/Bram

Suki is Leah (but slightly also Nick)

Toph is Ethan (sorta)

Haru is Lyle

Ok so, obv this follows the plot of the movie/book. Sokka is a gay + closeted junior, not that his dad isn’t loving, but he’s in the military, and occasionally makes homophobic jokes, and Sokka feels like he has to be tough for him, esp. since his mom died. But he really likes making people laugh and so he joins the school musical, which is a comedy this year.

His best friend is Suki, who he’s known since he was a kid, but he’s kinda been withdrawing from her since he got to high school. He loves her, he really does, but everyone always thinks they’re dating, and it kinda makes him uncomfortable. He tried to like her, when they were younger, but he just... isn’t into girls. His friend group is Suki, Katara (his sister, and it was the two of them against the world since their mom died, but he’s pulled away from her too), Aang (a transfer freshman from out of state), and Toph (who spent up till 8th grade at a private school).

Also in the musical is Zuko, a hot senior who’s like.... super lofty. He gets really into theater, but he rarely interacts with people outside his friend group, like he’s better than them or something. (Mai and Ty Lee are also there, they’re Zuko’s friends.) Not in the musical, but in one of the other clubs Sokka is in, is Jet. He got kicked off the football team for being too rough with the other team last year, so he mostly just hangs out behind the bleachers smoking.

Sokka’s on the school’s tumblr one day (shut up, Katara, I don’t have a tumblr!!) when he sees someone posted an anonymous confession saying they’re gay but they really don’t have anyone they can talk to because of their family situation. Sokka gets their email (BlueSpirit) and start emailing (BoomerangDude) them for a couple of months. He learns that Blue’s family has really high expectations of him, and since he’s only a year away from college he can’t mess them up because if he does he’ll be cut off, and he can’t afford college if that happens. He’s got a sadistic little sister (who isn’t actually terrible, she’s just got her own shit going on, and if shoving Zuko in the warpath of their father takes the spotlight off of her, all the better) who would absolutely out him if she knew, a girl he’s pretty sure wants to date him (Mai), and an after-school job (the tea shop) thats cutting into his extra-curricular activities.

This is.... really similar to Sokka, actually, and he likes making Blue laugh (they switch to chatting online sometimes, like discord or some chat app), and Blue has a lot of insights on things Sokka likes (some of the same music,

Meanwhile, Sokka ends up going to this tea shop he heard about from Blue (it had been a slip, Zuko had NOT meant to say too many personal details, but he’d mentioned getting some kind of boba drink) and studying there with his friends. While he’s there, he’s surprised to see Zuko, who he’s never spoken to outside of the musical they’re working on!! (At some point, Zuko checks his phone and laughs, and Sokka’s like, oh no, I’m crushing on.... TWO DUDES???? BAD SOKKA). He starts to wonder if maybe.... Zuko is Blue?? it generally sorta fits, he knows Zuko is also a senior, and the tea shop Blue mentioned.... (to be fair, though, they see like three other kids from school there, so it’s not really a niche place)

Before Sokka can test out this theory, though, there’s a Halloween party which Sokka goes to with his friends. (They go as the Power Rangers.) He sees Zuko there (he’s in some some Kabuki costume), but with him is.... Mai from the play. They’re making out, and Sokka feels his stomach drop-- he’s not gay and Sokka’s crushing on a straight guy. He gets drunk. He throws up in the bushes outside, and Katara finds him, chews him out, and then sneaks him back home.

He emails Blue again, drunk, and says some stupid stuff like he wishes things were easier, and that he thought he knew who Blue was, but he didn’t. (Blue doesn’t reply.)

He’s checking his email on a school computer in the library when the bell rings, and he doesn’t log out properly, and Jet, who is skipping class, finds Sokka’s emails. He confronts Sokka about them, and says he won’t reveal Sokka’s secret... if Sokka helps Jet get with Sokka’s hot sister. Sokka hates the idea, but also, the idea of being outed is really terrifying. So he says yes, and tries to talk up Jet to Katara, who’s a little surprised bc while she thinks Jet is hot, Sokka was super against Jet whenever she mentioned it. Katara is involved in school politics, and convinces Jet to pretend to be interested to spend time with her. (he ends up running against her...)

Around Thanksgiving, with all their extended family there, ribbing him about getting a girlfriend (asking about Suki), Sokka leaves and goes to sit on the roof. Katara finds him there, and demands he spill whats up and why he’s acting so weird, especially about Suki. (she looks freaked out for a moment, and is like.... oh my god, sokka, is suki pregnant?????? sokka blanches at that) He admits he’s gay, and she hugs him, and they stay out there until their dad sticks his head out the window and calls them inside.

Feeling guilty about Jet, Sokka admits to Blue their emails might have been compromised. Blue starts to back away, taking longer and longer to answer emails.

At a football game, Sokka runs into Haru, who starts asking him stuff, and Sokka wonders if he’s Blue, but it turns out Haru is interested in Katara. Upset, again, that he doesn’t know who Blue is, he encourages Jet to “go big or go home”-- and so Jet asks Katara out by bribing the kid who does the scoreboard to switch out his campaign ad for asking Katara out. Katara is shocked, as she thought Jet was really interested in her campaign. She slaps him.

Mad that Katara wasn’t interested after all, and from the slap, Jet outs Sokka anyway, posting the emails on the school’s gossip site. Katara, who was mad at Sokka, instantly forgives him and is on a WARPATH against Jet, but Sokka just wants it left alone. Suki shows up a few hours later, and finds him on the roof. She admits that she had a crush on him, which was why she never said anything when people asked if they were a couple, but she knew Sokka wasn’t interested in her, so she never pushed it. She’s sorry she made it difficult for him to come out to her.

Blue is upset their emails have leaked, and deletes his account.

He comes out to his dad later, in the car, on the way to school on the last couple of days before winter break. His dad takes it well, and apologizes for all of the jokes he used to make-- it doesn’t make it right, but it was the kind of things he and the other soldiers used to say to each other. He ends up taking them to this tea shop he heard about (it’s Zuko’s/Iroh’s shop), and while there, he comes out to the owner of the shop, Iroh, as sort of..... practice. It’s liberating and also terrifying. Iroh is super cool about it, and tells them about his own son, who passed away a few years ago in an accident, was gay. It’s way later than Sokka thought, and when he looks up from the conversation with Iroh, Zuko’s standing in the doorway. not wanting to deal with people from school, Sokka leaves the tea shop without waiting for his dad to follow him.

The next couple of days at school are rough. His friends stick by his side, but Jet’s friends are obnoxious and loud, and Katara punches one of them. She goes to the school, but they’re eternally unhelpful bc.... what can tey do... its not a school website..... Later, Toph tells Sokka she’s a lesbian, and it’s not that she’s hiding it, but... it’s already tough enough when people treat her like she’s glass because she’s blind. They all go home for winter break, and when they come back, Sokka is refreshed and determined not to be put down by a couple of assholes.

He’s wildly surprised when Blue posts on the school’s tumblr that he wants to meet Sokka at the school’s carnival. This draws a crowd, which makes Sokka worried he’s gonna be pranked, but when he sits down on the Ferris wheel, he’s surprised that Zuko from the tea shop/musical sits down next to him.

Zuko says he’s sorry for ignoring Sokka’s emails, and he’s sorry that Sokka got outed to the school, and it wasn’t his fault that Sokka was blackmailed, and he should have reacted better to it. Sokka apologizes too, because Zuko shouldn’t have to be outed either, which... is why they’re here? Zuko blushes, and says he came out to his uncle, who’s letting him stay with him, since he’s tired of going home to his shitty dad, and that he might go live with his mom while he’s in college. He admits the Mai thing at the party was a drunken misunderstanding, and that he likes Sokka. He thinks he’s funny, and they like the same things (theater, music, strange taste in food...), and he’s hoping after this... Sokka might like him too? (they kiss on the Ferris wheel, and Katara takes like, 30 pictures.)

....

alternatively////

Zuko as Simon au-- bc I just wanted to write it out. he lives with his uncle, who’s the loving parent here, not Ozai!! (or his Mom/stepdad but I kinda forgot they existed for like 5 minutes)

Zuko is Simon

Katara is Abby (she’s his lab partner, and they have the same temperment)

Azula is Nora, but she doesn’t really play a big role (she’s an asshole, but also she’s 14 and is Going Through Things. she’s also in the closet and in love with Mai, but she doesn’t know it yet. it takes her a couple of years to figure that out.)

Mai is Leah

Aang is Martin (but less of an asshole. just the embarrassing + frustrated bits.)

Sokka is blue/Bram

Suki is the girl at the party Sokka kisses

Ty Lee is Ethan

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I HOPE THIS WAS OK, like I said I haven’t actually seen the thing, but now I actually know what the plot is about!! <3333

#zukka #zukka au #love simon au

[theproblemcallednight]

some quick ms paint goth bram

also the return of boba bram

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd bram #bram bsd #boba bram #night does art

[tweedacademia]

Tag 9 People You Want to Know Better

I was tagged by both @chaoticandromantic and @dionysianacademia!! Thank you two!

Three Ships: I’m not really into shipping :(

Last Song: Houston Rocket by Younixs on Soundcloud (he’s one of my friends and I stan so hard)

Last Movie: My gf and I watched Ratatouille a few weeks ago!

Currently Reading: Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Currently Consuming: A plate of brownies that I made yesterday

Food I’m Currently Craving: Boba tea!!

I’m tagging: @countsarah @phemonoi @darkmacademia @sunlssgrden @deadpoetwilde @ro-omantics @killyourdeadpoets @pneumaticmadness @imjustreallyintodarkacademia 

The people I tagged don’t have to do it <3 and if I didn’t tag you but you want to do it, just say that I tagged you!!! 

#my post

[lauramatthers]

Tag 9 People You’d Like to Know Better

Thank you @prophetworthy  💜

Last song: Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

Last movie: Dead Poets Society (idk how many times I've seen it at this point..too many to count)

Currently watching: Criminal Minds, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Brooklyn 99, and many many more.

Currently reading: "The Structure of Scientific Revolutions" by Thomas S. Khun; "Dracula" by Bram Stoker; "The Overseer" by Jonathan Rabb; "The Wonder Trail" by Steve Hely; and "Hashish, Wine, Opium" by Charles Baudelaire and Théophile Gaugier.

Currently craving: Rum 🥃, Sushi 🍱🍣🍤, Ice Cream🍦🍧 and Boba Tea🥤

I tag: @acertifiedbookworm @heartbreakkidig @thenextdoorvampire @socratesthefathead @bandiastudio @books-and-cookies @ruby-white-rabbit @bucky-plums-barnes @dog-teeth

💜

[wickedgamc-arch]

People I'd Like to Get to Know Better

𝟎𝟏. 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  :   Lerie

𝟎𝟐. 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘  : November 12th

𝟎𝟑. 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍  :   Scorpio

𝟎𝟒. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  :  5'3 / 161cm.

𝟎𝟓. 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒  : Video games (ps4 and switch but now I'm more on the switch than anything), listening to 80's music, writing, watching youtube and twitch videos, going on walks by the ocean and going out with hubby.

𝟎𝟔. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑  :  I love black and red, but I go for pink with almost everything and I absolutely love it.

𝟎𝟕. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊  :  Dracula by Bram Stoker. I was always fascinated by vampires and this book just fueled my love for Vlad Tepes.

𝟎𝟖. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃  :  Pizza. Almost all flavours of it (I dislike bbq sauce on it)

𝟎𝟗. 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖  : The Batman / The Book of Boba Fett

𝟏𝟎. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  :  Books. I've bought some in the last few years and it made me wish to return to writing. Plus, the need to create characters in different verses.

𝟏𝟏. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐑𝐋 : I thought of something that could fit my aesthetic and I was listening to 'Wicked Game' by Chris Isaak when I started with this blog. Besides, it says a lot about my taste in music heh.

Tagged by: found it on my orbit haha!

Tagging: anyone who wants to do this! <3

#ooc.

[eminems-skittles]

CHRISTMAS HAUL

DADS HOUSE

stocking

chicago cubs magnets

hamilton funko pop keychains

almonds

guitar strings

starburst

gummy bears

chocolate

an orange

tarot card stickers

parks and rec stickers

funko pops

loki

ravonna and miss minutes

mobius

hunter b-15

hamilton

boba fett

tyler joseph

books

of mice and men by john steinbeck

dracula by bram stoker

the fire next time by james baldwin

just kids by patti smith

the houseguest by amparo davila

the art of racing in the rain by garth stein

something this way comes by ray bradbury

lore olympus by rachel smythe

an unapologetic cookbook by joshua weissman

clothes and accessories

two tote bags (blue and green)

hair curler

hair clips

ollivanders wand shirt

science shirt

howls moving castle shirt

ponyo pants

cubs hat

misc gifts that don’t fit in categories

ring holder

fabric tape measure

metal stamping kit

storage box

strawberry mug

sweater weather mug

coraline poster

oracle cards

#{ christmas } #{ cassie’s podcast }

[lalofreak]

"A veces quisiera una Winona Ryder en mi vida. Tal vez una chica ruda y autosuficiente como en "Night on earth", o quizás rara e inusual como en "Beetlejuice". Que desée, tanto como yo, asesinar la falsedad de las "Heathers" universitarias, o una boba romántica de la generación X al estilo "Reality Bites". Una belleza atemporal como "Bram Stoker's Dracula" o "The age of innocence" entre carruajes y vestidos de encaje. No lo sé. En cualquier caso, mientras me acompañe a robar tiendas y supermercados de vez en cuando, tal vez me haría tan feliz como mi afán por el cine noventero"

Pensamientos Cotidianos

#winona ryder #winona forever #night on earth #beetlejuice #heathers #bram stoker's dracula #the age of innocence #reality bites #pensamientos cotidianos #pensamientos #cotidianos