#first time there isnt glass animals in there for a while

[strayfriend]

🎶✨ When you get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. Then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers ✨🎶

Thanks for the tag @whovianelle

Mermaid Bar - Maya Hawke

I Wont Hurt You - The West Coast Pop Experimental Band

'Iodine (Amelia)' and 'Iodine (Iris)' and 'Story (Amelia)' by Hannah Epperson no I CANNOT pick one sorry

Pink Panther - Scene Queen (SORRY IM JUST SO GAY and it is FANTASTIC driving music)

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - Donna Missal (from promising young woman soundtrack

Femme Fatale (RISE recording) - King Princess

John My Beloved - Sufjan Stevens

Oh oops that's too many I'll stop sorry!

I'm tagging way more people than instructed because I love all my mutuals and I couldn't pick sorry sorry! y'all don't have to do it if you don't feel like it but I'm nosy and noise-hungry so !!

@chryscocelis @noparlpf @lanidon @graceking @alexthefem-dm @kissmewithyourmouth @thornbound @mostly-taxes-and-whining @beansnpeets @his-majesti @silly-jellyghoty @odddogblog @farm-paws @ocala-is-calling @just-a-little-belle @leadmeastraylittlefairy @photozoi @howlsmovingurl @enrichmentformaverick

Also if you want to do this, just do it and say I tagged you! I wanna see what you're all listening to, I need a LOT of music recs.

#i am so gay lmao #first time there isnt glass animals in there for a while #spotify #tag games

[dahliaes]

jean tooth rotting fluff (and smut) hcs

content: lily valley jean & fem!reader headcannons, SIZE DIFFERENCE/KINK IM SORRY, very self indulgent, pet name baby ofc, almost subby jean smut hes, just cute stuff all around <33 thank you to @theragethatisdesire for convincing me they r soulmates last nigit i really needed it,

jean doesnt understand you and hed never try to. he'd never demand an explanation for all your little quirks and strange habits. he just cherishes and adores every weird little thing about you that he doesnt understand, all the things he has the privilege of witnessing he reveres you even though he'll never truly understand you

and hes terrified of someone treating you like you're not special, like you're normal and not this perfect strange and wild girl meant to be observed and free

jean takes you and his dog out to the levee and puts you in his ball caps and follows behind you on your scavenging expeditions for little rocks and snail shells

you get sunburnt and jean has to rub aloe on your back and bandage up your foot because you stepped on a piece of glass :(

jean loves how pretty and small you are in comparison to him. youre like a frail little bird in the palm of his hand he's meant to take care of and nurture. he likes how he pick you up and bend you in half and hold you whenever he wants

whenever jean is driving and you see a hurt wild animal like a possum or a bunny you make him pull over and take it to the vet

jean carries you in the pool and he listens to you ramble on about how you had a dream last night where you were shipwrecked and got rescued by a mermaid that looks JUST like jean and hes just humming and listening and smiling trying not to doze off while you float w him because hes just so relaxed and grateful to have you <3

jean lets you do his skincare because hes so fascinated by your products that cover the bathroom sink (he accidentally eats your moisturizer somehow??) so you sit on his lap, put a headband on him to pull back his hair, and slather his face in cleanser but you keep getting distracted by kissing him that you dont wash it off

jean has to hold you down and clip your long jagged toenails because they keep scratching him in his sleep

when you try to dom him he thinks its the cutest thing ever. he says "yes ma'am" like a gentleman and gets on his knees to eat you out. he likes to do it against a wall so you're like sitting on his shoulders

"you've got me on my back, baby, now what re you gonna do about it?"

"oh, you need to cum? i think i can help you if you let me baby"

"thats it, thats it, keep ridin' it just like that. ride it like its yours"

jean helps you ride him the first few times and then you get fussy when he tries to grab your tits so you push his hands down and tell him no touching otherwise he can cum all by himself >:)

you lay jean on his back and make him jerk off while your teasing him with kisses and he get so frustrated, he knows stronger than you and all he wants to do is grab you and put you on your back and force you to take it but he knows if he does youll be mad at him :(

at the bar, jean gets hit on by girls all the time and hes trying not to be an asshole but he'd rather take off his own belt and choke himself with it than interacting with any other woman that isnt you <3 so he tells these women hes married and to SCRAM BEFORE HIS WIFE GETS HERE (youre at home rearranging your shell, bone, tea herb, and rock collection on the dresser)

you guys arent married yet but he refers to you as his wife when youre not around <3

#chat are yall w me on this #dahlia.valley #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #aot smut #jean kirschtien #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean kirschtein smut #snk x reader #aot x reader

[je5hko]

MICHAEL DE SANTA HEADCANONS‼️‼️

hcs because he’s a baby girl and i love him very much

TW: angst, suicide, smut

He absolutely loves showering and skin/hair care, this dude is fucking obsessed with it.

He rarely gets hard, like ever. You could kiss all of his soft spots, rub his dick for 30 minutes. Nothing.

As i said in my other post, he CANNOT STAND the fur from animals. I believe he has an allergy, so whenever he’s around Chop, he yells at Franklin to go home with him, while sneezing very fucking loud in the middle of sentence.

He’s in denial of being depressed, even though he’s probably diagnosed. Also, he will not be taking any sorts of meds. Pain killers, anti-depressants, antibiotics. He hates them.

He had lots of suicide attempts while being drunk, he won’t admit it though. And most of the time he won’t even remember if he had any attempt, one time he just woke up with a gun pointed to his head, and a broken whiskey glass.

Amanda knows that Michael had those “attempts”, and that he has suicidal tendencies. But she doesn’t do anything about it, she thinks he’s doing this to piss her off.

Mikey has a thing for having things stuffed up his ass. Again. He wont admit it, but he does love it. He probably owns a massive pink dildo, that he hides somewhere in the house.

Absolutely adores physical touch from his loved ones. He might seem like he doesn’t like it at first, but inside he melts under a warm touch. Hes a pookie isnt he?

He misses being Michael Townley, he absolutely hates the way he is now. He feels old, miserable and lonely. Even though he has some “friends” he can hang out with, he never seems fully understood by them. Sure he can talk to them about his problems, but he needs them to understand what he’s feeling, give him comfort. Michael Townley didnt feel sad because of his appearance and live situation, sure there was up and downs but he rarely regretted things. He misses being him.

Loves chocolate. Will eat anything that is covered in it. Starting with bananas and strawberries, ending with a fucking tomato.

He also tried to talk to amanda about his suicidal thoughts, that he might be not good enough and he understands her why shes cheating on him. It turned into an argument about their marriage, and that it would be better if they’d have a divorce since he’s not able to treat her right. After that they slept in a separate rooms, and not talked to each other for days.

THATS ALL FOR NOW!!! I LOVE YALL

#grand theft auto v #gta 5 #gta fanart #gta v headcannon #michael de santa #t/m #trevor phillips #trikey #gta san andreas #headcanon

[grymmdark]

ok so, something i just thought of is the fact that in trigun stampede, both vash and wolfwood are always wearing their glasses.

this may not seem like anything, and it might not be anything i might just be reading into something that isnt there, however in both trigun maximum and the 1998 anime both vash and wolfwood take their glasses off frequently and only seem to wear them whenever it'd make sense to wear sunglasses/marksmans glasses.

in stampede, we only really see both vash and wolfwood without their glasses in flashbacks. for vash, the flashbacks show when he was a young child both before and shortly after the great fall, and when he is a teenager (or plant equivalent) meeting nai for the first time after the great fall. for wolfwood, the flashbacks show a notably both 2D animated and non-voice acted depiction of his time in the orphanage with livio up until the experimentation by the eye of michael, and then him attempting to escape the eye of michael and then being officially recruited by them.

now, we do actually see vash without his glasses in current-day, specifically shortly after he regains his consciousness while in his childhood bedroom on Home/ship 3. you could also argue we technically see wolfwood without his glasses in current-day right after he gets hit by the truck but i dont really count that

whether this is intentional or not i dont really know, although I wouldn't be surprised if it was considering the insane amount of forethought and detail studio orange put into this show. however, regardless of intentionality this is still and interesting detail and im sure someone more coherent than me could probably go more in depth into how this represents vash and wolfwoods emotional barriers which they put up in an attempt to not have to show vulnerability. it could also maybe be extended in that sense to when meryl wears sunglasses in the epilogue in episode 12 while at the memorial for roberto

anyways, i had some thoughts and i needed to get them out there. also we all know the real reason wolfwood wears his sunglasses 24/7 is because studio orange knew if they let us get a good look at his big sad brown puppy eyes we would all go uncontrollably insane, not that the glasses really stopped us from doin that lmao

#grymms spectacular fucking posts #trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood #vash stampede #tristamp #nicholas wolfwood #im over post limit rn so im gonna schedule this for tomorrow and then forget i scheduled it and then get jumpscared

[gloriaglorheart]

Sorcerer Card and Sona info

I didnt want to use the second card that @tophatmaker made due to I want to draw my Sona's status with all of the sorcerers!!! But for now since I realized I haven't given a proper introduction to myself and my sona~!

So yeeeeeeeeeah (I'm using this rough draft from a while go to give info)

Summoner Name: Gloria Moray

Age in game: In her early 20's Height: About 5'8-5'9, but in her uniform heels she's 5'11 (and in her banquet heels she's about 6'0)

Birthday: Feburary 10th (makes sense since she's my sona lol)

Likes: She loves astronomy!!! Animals!! Magic!! Music, art, and just performing arts in general!! She loves lavender, roses, and cherry blossoms!! Swords, daggers, and fans that can be used as a weapon (she took karate when she was younger, She loves feeling like she is a ninja when she isnt)!! Spiritual things and the paranormal world (despite being a whimp)!! Video games and anime/manga!!

Dislikes: Certain bugs (like Bees, wasps, mosquitos, and certain spiders)!! Forced into the spot light (despite she like's entertaining, her social anxiety makes it hard for her to do so)!!! Sirius's constant flirting!! Certain foods like avocados!! Incredibly loud noses and too strong of smells (her senses are sensitive)!! Some physical touch, she needs some bond before one can just hug her!! Some horror (she can handle very little!!! She is a slight whimp) Additional Info: Her mana necklace is instead in a heart shape due to she asked to get it cut as such when she was given it, since Spica did say she could get it adjusted to her liking. She had debated to where shorts instead of the mini skirt, so she wears shorts under the skirt. She'll sometimes remove the skirt and just walk around in the shorts when she feels like it. Despite the rough draft, she use to wear glasses but now doesn't (which makes me jealous a little since irl me still has glasses T^T). She got close to Alpheratz and Pollux first, then slowly formed a strong friendship with Arcky and then slowly with the others. She has a horrible sleep schedule that it may even compete with Spica!! She is an ambivert, but she leans more to being introverted most of the time, only able to show her extrovert side to the Guide Committee!! So most people tend to see her as quiet. Also she has a silver hair streak in her bangs when she arrived at Arlyn Bounds, and then when at a certain point, her hair ends become silver. I had learned Chinese back in highschool for a bit, so I like to think that my character tries to resume her study on it in Contell.... any maybe even occasionally speaks it with a certain sorcerer to practice~!

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight au #arcana twilight mc #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight summoner #art #artwork #digital art #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight fanart #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight pollux

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

sorry i have to brainfart this somewhere but mersault chuuya wearing almost damn near similar clothing to his youth got me thinking about dazai and chuuya's fashion choices.

dazai, in all the eras where he was in the mafia....never changes his outfit. it fitting, given his character and such.....so his ada outfit makes him look like a rainbow. dark blue vest, blue gem(?) bolo tie, striped shirt and a tan coat similar to oda's. i think it's cool, to show the stark contrast between his pm days and how he's faring now, aswell to show how much effect oda had on him.

chuuya.....is the complete opposite. boy changes his clothes all the time. but it's so interesting.

his fifteen outfit is very "him" in a sense. street kid, street kid style- red shirt, grey hoodie, green leather jacket, bright blue sheep armband. he fits right in with the rest of the sheep, and hes so...colorful here. almost similar to ada dazai's outfit. and then theres the outfit he wears in the mafia- the first one we saw back in the manga where he seems to be wearing like a..."beta" version of his current outift- but the way it was drawn (disregarding the anime for a second) it looks like its almost ill fitting for him. the vest is too big, the coat looks so heavy, the tie isnt properly tucked, and his pants are baggy. like hes struggling to "fit in".

then theres sb outfit- hes wearing the standard mafia outfit like higuchi, but with his own touches- rolled up sleeves, glasses tucked in his breastpocket, choker, gloves. its not much, but even higuchi doesnt do anything to hers. we kinda see him "getting into" the mafia work, and theres no pop of color here. the dragon head conflict outift is different though- hes wearing clothes that are "his style" again. simple shirt, jacket, choker, gloves. he also has his red petticoat (i think thats what it is? whatever that long cloth underneath his jacket) that, once again, gives him some color. i dunno what spured the outfit change, but i honestly think the red color is his own touch- his own "color"

and then current chuuya. no color at all, maybe safe from the ribbon on his hat. he wears his coat on his shoulders, similar to pm dazai. (also, slight off tangent here- he always loses his coat whenever hes dealing with dazai?? i think?? which is. interesting. given with how glued pm dazai's coat is to his own shoulders. like he actively takes it off/gets it taken off and i SWEAR this only even happens when hes with dazai. idk. ever since asagiri said beast dazai wearing his coat fully to signify him accepting his role as the pm boss ive been. thinking about it. a lot.)

where was i going with this?? oh yeah. why is mersault chuuya wearing his old clothes?? specifically fifteen clothes? like was it his off day or something. bc if you look at chuuyas various outfit as his progression towards the mafia then him wearing his old non mafia clothes either means two things : 1. this is to signify chuuya, under vampire influnce, is well. obviously not loyal to the mafia atm. or 2. something might happen in the future that makes him swear allegiance to someone else which i dont find possible but??? who knows. im overthinking this

Oh my god I opened my asks to find this monster in here and scrolled through it like ?????????

Please feel free to do this anytime this was an absolute joy to read hahaha

"dazai, in all the eras where he was in the mafia....never changes his outfit." His outfit stays pretty similar, you're right, though he does actually change it once during his mafia days. The left image is the outfit he wears in Fifteen and Stormbringer, while the right is what he wears in DHC and Dark Era.

The difference is the blazer jacket he adds under his coat. It's a minimal change but I think it's significant. I mentioned in this post how I believe the change might be related to his change in pronoun from boku to watashi, but really it's more the added layer of distance that makes this significant. Dazai just looks a little... odd, in the first outfit. The coat hangs off him loosely, his shirt is a little baggy. He looks very boyish, and that makes his deceptive tendencies and deeply concerning outlook all the more disturbing to others.

The second outfit makes one change but his clothes now look like they fit him (still with the exception of the coat, which never fit and never will... in this universe anyways. You mentioned Beast so... you know already hehe). In the case of the second outfit, he looks more mature and formal, which lends itself to a person who withdrew further and further away from people (with the exception of the other two at Bar Lupin); who became a terrifying executive in other's eyes, moving away from the "creepy intelligent child" image he had earlier - even though he is still very much a kid. No one knows Dazai - I think the added image of formality and authority here is just one of the many barriers he constructed to keep people from getting too close.

"so his ada outfit makes him look like a rainbow. dark blue vest, blue gem(?) bolo tie, striped shirt and a tan coat similar to oda's."

hjdfvbdjf rainbow - entering his no longer closeted gay era (sorry lol i couldn't resist)

No but you're right about the coat looking a bit like Oda's. He cared for and respected that man like no other and I think when Dazai thinks of "a good person" Oda is the first person who comes to mind. His shirt in the manga is also stripy like Oda's, a little detail that got lost in the anime. :')

"his fifteen outfit is very "him" in a sense. street kid, street kid style- red shirt, grey hoodie, green leather jacket, bright blue sheep armband. he fits right in with the rest of the sheep, and hes so...colorful here."

Yeah. He looks every bit the street kid and blends with the Sheep near perfectly - more than fitting in though, I think it's more than implied that he wants to fit in and changes his look to do so. Chuuya goes to great lengths to give the appearance of fitting in - because he never felt like he truly did (and certainly the Sheep did not treat him like an equal or a friend).

"and then theres the outfit he wears in the mafia- the first one we saw back in the manga where he seems to be wearing like a..."beta" version of his current outfit- but the way it was drawn (disregarding the anime for a second) it looks like its almost ill fitting for him. the vest is too big, the coat looks so heavy, the tie isnt properly tucked, and his pants are baggy. like hes struggling to "fit in"."

YES you get it!! And adding onto that, Chuuya doesn't really have a lot of reason to want to fit in yet. He hasn't found his personal groove yet, because he has little personal attachment to the mafia at this point in time.

Yeah in Stormbringer he's got a few personal touches but is still pretty non-descript (though you're right, it's much more than Higuchi... something to think about for her character too, and how it seems the mafia may be more of a job than an investment to her). By Dead Apple though, Chuuya's outfit is... well, back to his punk vibes, just a little more mafia-classy, I guess. (I don't know fashion I'm sorry, please don't kill me)

"but i honestly think the red color is his own touch- his own "color""

Red makes a lot of sense as a colour for Chuuya. It's energetic, emotional, fierce and aggressive. It's also considered protective, so yeah it suits him for sure. Red clothes, red ability... red camellias...

"and then current chuuya. no color at all, maybe safe from the ribbon on his hat." Ooo ok. So in the anime, this is true but in the manga, I believe his vest is actually a pale red.

Well. Brown with red undertones. Your point still stands though because the colour is very muted. It's not like Fifteen or DHC Chuuya for sure.

"(also, slight off tangent here- he always loses his coat whenever hes dealing with dazai?? i think?? which is. interesting. given with how glued pm dazai's coat is to his own shoulders. like he actively takes it off/gets it taken off and i SWEAR this only even happens when hes with dazai. idk. ever since asagiri said beast dazai wearing his coat fully to signify him accepting his role as the pm boss ive been. thinking about it. a lot.)"

Oh. Thinking on this. Um. Embarrassed to say - I don't think I noticed that actually. Like obviously he loses the coat a lot and that was already something to think on but... only around Dazai, is that right? Hold on, I'm gonna check.

Ok so my check wasn't super thorough (read: I am too tired and drained to go through each and every panel he appears in) but...

By god, I think you're right.

That's. Hm. I'm going to join you on thinking about that for awhile.

I see the coat as a representation of his role and responsibility he takes on, really, so it's interesting that the formality and symbolism of his service to the mafia gets quite literally discarded in the scenes with his foil and equal. Fascinating.

He's also not wearing it in any of these now infamous panels from Chapter 101:

Huh. Well. Thank you anon. You've just given me a whole new thing to whir about.

"why is mersault chuuya wearing his old clothes?? specifically fifteen clothes?"

Honestly, I'm still waiting to figure this out too.

Because of the purplish hue over this piece of new art, I find it hard to tell what the actual colours of his outfit are but it does look awfully similar to his Fifteen outfit. It could just be his "day-off" outfit but I think there's got to be more to it than that. It could have to do with allegiance, like you suggested. May I also suggest the return to a sense of inhumanity?

These are also the clothes he wore when his journey to find answers on himself began. Might he be entering a new arc where he has to "find" himself again?

I still feel we don't have enough information to make a solid judgement. As the meursault pov continues, I think we'll have a better reason as to why he's dressed like this.

#thanks for the ask! #feel free to dump thoughts at any time whoever you are anon this was so fun #also i'm so annoyed with myself that i didn't notice that bit about the coat earlier but also so happy you pointed that out! #things to think about when i am less tired... #bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #soukoku #skk #storyrambles #as always if i screwed up somewhere... just tell me. rip the bandage off lol

[wackyrumble]

Barry the Chopper v.s. Roommate

Barry the Chopper - Fullmetal Alchemist

Barry was a butcher turned serial killer, who as punishment had his soul bound to armor and let him keep his murder weapons in exchange for guarding a place. He agrees to not kill when meeting the main-ish cast because of a woman he's fallen for and doesn't want her mad at him. He remains comedically docile aside from jailbreaking a woman who shot him in the hand. Read more about Barry below.

Roommate - Diary of a Tourney Kid

A clone of Adam Ruins Everything that came out wrong. He debunks things in the same way as his original, but completely incorrectly. Bill Cipher turned him into a hand puppet and fused him with a clone of another character. Fought Walter White and his evil shadow self, Walter Black. Read more about Roommate below.

Full description of Barry:

"i really dont think theres ever been another character quite like him. hes so much. his backstory is that he was a butcher who decided to be a serial killer one day because chopping up animal meat wasnt doing it for him anymore and then when he got caught and sentenced to death the government instead had his soul bound to a suit of armor that looks like sans undertales fursona and let him keep the knives he used to kill people in exchange for guarding the lab they did it to him at. and then he spends the show as a comic relief character. like hes the funniest guy in the whole thing. after his first appearance the secondary "good guy" squad run into him and decide to make him their sidekick in exchange for intel, and because they have Some moral standards they tell him chopper no chopping and he agrees because one of them is a strong confident sniper lady hes decided hes in love with and he doesnt want her to be mad at him, and then he just sits in an apartment and has sitcom shenanigans for the next couple volumes. except for when he randomly decides to stage a jailbreak for a different lady who he met once and whose only interaction with him was shooting him in the hand. and then he goes back to playing chess with his roommate. he meets his own soulless body and his first instinct is to try and chop it into little pieces and assumes anyone else would do the same thing. said body later kills both of them on accident and after that hes never mentioned again. like theres just a comic relief serial killer for a while, who doesnt actually kill anyone after being told not to but is constantly bringing up how much he loves to chop people to death with a big knife, and everyone is like "classic barry" and then he dies and the narrative goes "well alright time to move on from that". hes scared of other souls in suits of armor despite being one himself. he has cat ears. jerma likes him"

Full description of Roommate:

"OK OK OK SO LIKE. HE'S FROM THIS MASHUP TOURNAMENT HOSTED ON SOUNDCLOUD & DISCORD CALLED "DIARY OF A TOURNEY KID, RIGHT? YES, IT IS BASED OFF OF DIARY OF A WIMPY KID IN NAME, THEMING, AND A BUNCH OF THE CHARACTERS IN IT. AND YES, THE ENTIRE PREMISE WAS STARTED BY GREG HEFFLEY TRAPPING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE IN THE DIARY. LOOK. OKAY. THAT ISN'T THE POINT HERE. (including a few real people but. roommate isn't one of those real people, LOL)

so Roommate is, like, a WEIRD case. he's a clone of a TV personality version of a real guy(adam conover specifically the whole thing he does in, like, adam ruins everything), but is SPECIFICALLY STATED TO BE A SEPERATE CHARACTER IN LORE. LIKE. HES A WHOLE OTHER GUY. HE DOESNT EVEN ACT LIKE HIM. HES LIKE. THE SCOOBY DOO VILLAIN EQUIVALENT OF A MAN. all he does is run around and "Debunk" shit but hes getting it all totally WRONG. It's like, if someone who never watched adam ruins everything before took one look at its name, the blonde, glasses wearing combover having guy on the cover, and went. "oh, this guy is gonna be HORRIBLE, isnt he". and in the shows case thatd be wrong but in roommate's case, he's...he's so pathetic. he's not even the same guy at this point. (and also literally isn't. but)

He never even manages to intimidate anyone even once. not even mr beast and ninja fortnite, (part of a team called Dubious Duo) who he just. VERY much annoyed via "ruining" twitch. He also got turned into a meaty handpuppet and fused to another clone of a different character by BILL CIPHER, of all characters but then immediately fell into a hole. He got his shit beaten out of him by a 19 year old punk catboy JUST before this, too. the punk catboys name is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart BUT HE IS IN NO WAY RELATED TO THE REAL GUY. HES LITERALLY JUST. SOME RANDOM TEENAGER.

Also, extra fun facts about him include: during an event that happened on the discord, he canonically went ":3". He made his own ytp and posted it on the soundcloud account, too. he put a bunch of goofy wacky cartoon sounds in it. (his mashups use these sounds a lot outside of the ytp, too.) (incase you REALLY wanted to hear the ytp, though. here it is: https://soundcloud.com/doatk/ytpmv-02?in=doatk/sets/bonus )

P.S: extra information from a friend because they like to infodump this sort of thing & this isn't nescessary at all. but: He gets the fandom nickname of "Roommate" from his connection to Collegehumor & the Insane Clown Posse song In My Room, which he used in the tournament & is strongly associated with. He's so. He's so normal.

(P.S, P.S: THE IMAGE I SENT WITH THIS IS TECHNICALLY ART OF HIM FROM A CROSSOVER WITH ANOTHER SOUNDCLOUD TOURNAMENT THAT HAPPENED. BUT. its the best render i have that isnt done in like. ms paint LOL. IN SAID CROSSOVER (WITH A TOURNAMENT CALLED "THE PERFECT TOURNAMENT") HE ALSO FOUGHT WALTER WHITE AND HIS. EVIL SHADOW SELF, CALLED WALTER BLACK. WHO WAS LITERALLY HIS SHADOW.)

also: nobody in the fandom knows what his deal is, either. they literally just couldnt catch the real adam conover at first so they (In canon) just went "well! time to make a clone, i guess!" and then he came out WRONG."

#barry the chopper #fullmetal alchemist #roommate #diary of a tourney kid #wacky quarter finals

[lexa-griffins]

Meet cute clexa. Clarke and Lexa are both single moms who take their kids to the aquarium. Their kids meet each other at the tide pool exhibit and become friends. This leads to them hanging out with each other for the rest of the day at the aquarium which also leads to Clarke and Lexa spending time together. They exchange numbers at the end to setup another playdate and maybe an adult date too

Okay, okay, im kind of mashing both together where they end up technically having a first date at the aquarium.

Lexa just really enjoys fun educational trivia. She reads all the guides and helps her six year old read out the info on the side of the tide pool. And there's this little boy right next to her daughter, about her age too, attentively listening to what Lexa is saying and then nodding and whispering it to who Lexa assumes is his mom. At some point, her daughter seems to make friends with him, and they go around the tide pool, pointing and whispering about what they learned about each star fish and barnacle they can see.

Its sweet to see them making friends so fast. Within a few minutes they've exchanged names and are calling out to one another to show off the new creature they found. Lexa stands slightly to the side, letting her little girl lead the exploration, always the little leader as the blonde little boy follows her and nods with amazement.

"They got along fast hm?"

Lexa is slightly startled by the voice next to her but quickly she ginds herself staring at beautiful blue eyes and the friendly smile of a woman whose hair is the exact same shade of Madi's new best friend.

"I'm Clarke, Aden's mom!" She extends a hand in gretting. Lexa takes it.

"Lexa. That's Madi. And yeah, they're already best friends, it seems." Lexa chuckles, pointing at the two little kids, already holding hands so they wont lose one another.

"Im glad. Aden is very shy sometimes, its always nice to see him making friends."

"Thats great! Madi is always making friends whenever she goes."

"Oh good, a little social butterfly!"

"Oh yeah!"

An awkward silence of two adult strangers sets in while their kids talk as if they have known one another from birth. Lexa takes a quick look at her watch.

"Well, we should get moving, she was dying to see the penguin feeding and its nearly time." Lexa comments, hoping to get away from the awkward silence next to a pretty woman. She was never great at those.

"Oh yeah! I bet Aden would love to watch that too! Hey maybe we can walk together, as the kiddos seems to not wanna let go of one another" Clarke seems to find no issue in the awkwardness, as she suggests they propongue it for the sake of their kids.

With an awkward smile, Lexa agrees. The kids have a wonderful time talking and laughing with one another as they walk to the next exhibit, both faces glued to the glasses to see the fishes inside. Lexa and Clarke walk behind them exchanging quick words but never really having a conversation, no matter how much Clarke tries to initiate one. She never had troubles with a gorgeous girl before but damn, isnt Lexa making her doubt her herself.

"Is she starting first grade too?"

"Mmhum. In Polis Elementary."

Clarke grabs Lexa's arm so fast that Lexa nearly loses her balance. "No way! Aden is starting there, too!" The excitement is evident in the woman's face as she stares at Lexa and Lexa has to admit the motherly excitement is contagious. Although she does not have much fear about Madi's capabilities of making friends, she can see why Clarke would be excited for Aden to have a friend in her daughter already. She's so different from Lexa in that regard, she is nearly allergic to new people, which makes the /single/ side of her single parenthood very, very pronounced.

"Oh I bet they'll be so excited about that!"

They reach the penguin exhibit rather quickly. Both kids squeal when they see the animals waddling and swimming around, and both mothers smile at one another at their excitement. Lexa shares a few more facts about penguins marveling both the kids and Clarke herself, who may ask more follow up questions than the children. Aden even follows her lead and asks Lexa a few questions, albeilt a little shyly and with some persuasion from Clarke, ones she answers with a smile at the little boy's courage.

They continue their visit together because there is no separating those two now, both kids showing very little interest in their moms unless its to show them something or to pose for a picture Lexa insists on taking.

It is no long before Lexa and Clarke actually start talking. Their both single they quickly find out, and live in the same neighborhood it seems, Lexa having moved in just a couple months ago and despite Madi's quickness in making friends with the neighborhood kids, Lexa barely knows the name of her next door neighbors. Clarke laughs at the differences between Madi and her mother, which Lexa promises she takes after her other mother eho was perhaps a little too friendly with their past neighbors, so much so she ended up cheating on her and taking off from their lives.

"That bitch!" Clarke snarks once Lexa tells her in a half joking tone. Lexa slaps her on her stomach at her loud remark in the middle of a room full of kids "Sorry. But what a bitch!"

"Yeah. A real bitch. Barely pays child support too. Not that I need her, but Madi does you know? Its hsrd when they just up and leave you with a kid." Lexa comments bitterly. Madi still asks about Costia from time to time, less now but it still hurts to see her little girl long for her momma.

"It does." Clarke replies more quietly.

"I'm sorry, I didnt mean to bring out any bad memories about your ex..." Lexa quickly interjects awkwardly.

"No, no. I don't really have an ex like that. Aden is mot even mine technically."

Lexa stares at her in surprise. The little biy is a carbon copy of Clarke, it seems almost impossible to think they aren't related, "is he adopted or...?"

"He's my nephew. My little brother's kid. He made some shitty decisions on his last year of high school and knocked up a girl, but he was trying to straighen up. He loved Aden. A lot. But he also had an addiction problem and despite working to get an apartment and give Aden a better life, he and his girlfriend ended up OD'ing with Aden in his crib. He was a good kid, he loved his son so much and he made me promise I'd take care of him if anything ever happened. So I got custody of him. Sometimes I'm scared I'll fuck him up and let my brother down."

Lexa is silent for a while. They are sat by the big tank, the kids sat by the glaas enchanted as they watch the fish above them. Lexa and Clarke are standing against the wall, luckily more isolated from the rest of the parents around them.

Lexa is not good at comforting grown ups. With Madi she can hold her and kiss her, she's her daughter and she knows what she needs. But adults are much different. So all Lexa does and hold Clarke hand and brush her finger over her top of her hand. "I think you're doing a wonderful job with him."

Clarke looks up at her slowly and then. She smiles. Big.

"Thank you Lexa"

And suddenly Lexa's heart is beating faster, her cheeks growing red, luckily unnoticed by the low blue light of the room, and she feels like she's on a first date and finally got the courage to hold her dates hand. A part of her tells her to lean in and kiss Clarke and in the intimacy of the moment she nearly does.

"MOMMY! LOOK AT THE SHARK!!!" Madi's voice echoes through the room.

"Mama! Its the shark look!!" Clarke hears as Aden pulls at her shirt.

Clarke and Lexa smile at each other and gollow their kids to see the magnificent shark as it swims oh so close to the glass.

The rest of the visit is much more relaxed and passes by fast as they talk like old friends, the kids always pulling them along, happily to chat amongst themselves with the odd intervention from Lexa as she shares yet another fun fact that makes Clarke's eyes twinkle as she listens.

They leave the gifshop together, Clarke holding far too many shark themed items as Aden plays with his new shark plushies while Lexa manages only a bag with only one big sting ray plushie, a shirt and plenty stationary supplies for Madi to use in the new school year.

"I think I over did it" Clarke comments as she tries to hold the second, smaller shark toy underneath her arms, "its hard to tell him no."

Lexa chuckles, "You're doing great. Although maybe the overpriced shark themed markers weren't needed."

"They have shark names!" Clarke exclaims and Lexa laughs once more. If she catches the way Clarke stares at her in amazement she ignores it.

They exchange numbers and promises of a playdate as the kids nearly cry at not wanting to be separated, only lerting go of each others hand when their moms share that they'll be classmates and neighbors and that they'll be sure to set up something together soon. With a wink and a flirty smile, Clarke comments on them setting up their own little playdate just the two of them, chuckling when Lexa turns red at the suggestion and ealkimg away with an enthusiastic "Bye you two!"

Lexa watches her walk away with stupid smile of her face.

"Mommy?"

"Yeah baby?"

"I like Aden. And Aden's mom! Dont you?"

Lexa smiles at her daughter, "I do."

Madi nods, with a cheeky smile "I think Aden's mom likes you too."

#letter opened #this is so big and says very little tbh 😅 #i changed it a bit with Madi being Lexa's kid and Aden being Clarke's #gay moms end up having a date at the aquarium 😌🤣

[lycantripuwu]

Session updates!!

Dinner and Ball at Ravenloft, Reek is Dhampir, Mirre has his court case against Anastrasya and wins! Reek is now Reek Uldras. exploration. start of tome heist.

-After hopping into the black carriage and having some trippy statue experiences, we arrive at Ravenloft.

-Rahadin leads us to our rooms and we change into our formals and leave our weapons in the room then travel down to the dining room. Rhil chatting up Rahadin who is actually responding to her now vs the first time they met.

-Strahd is playing her organ alone when we get there. Strahd explains that she dosen't want things to be hostile between us and wanted to personally thank us for the return of St.Andral's bones.

-She states she wants to get to know us better and questions go back and forth. Mirre asking the more serious questions(why does Ireena interest you?) and Rhil being her silly self.(Whats your fav animal?"

-They get on the topic of Dirrak and learns that while Strahd DID drop the body off at his order's doorsteps, she wasn't actually the one who killed Dirrak. Dirrak was found dead on Argynvostholt's steps and Strahd believes Vladimir killed him. Strahd brings up possibly hiring Mirre to "deal with some ghosts" in the future.

-While Strahds interest has been on Mirre most the time during this, she has subtly shown desire towards Rhil. She dosent seem to care too much about Jace.

-the rest of the guests show up, Ludmilla, Escher, Volenta, Anastrasya and Reek.

-We eat and chitchat, Mirre getting Reek to talk to him a little bit, but its clear Reek is terrified of Anastrasya. Though Mirre did get a couple snickers and smirks, showing he wasn't just a mindless spawn.

-We do a toast as we finish up dinner. Anastrasya trying to get Mirre angry tries to make Reek drink blood out of a cup for the toast. Reek ends up dropping the glass, Mirre quickly checking to see if hes alright while Anastrasya yells at him and tries to get another cup. Strahd promptly shuts her down after she caused a scene.

-After checking on Reek, Mirre discovers that Reek felt warm. Before he could investigate further, Anastrasya grabs Reek by the arm and drags him out to where we are having the ball.

-Strahd asks Mirre to stay back while the others left, They talk a bit and Strahd offers Mirre a necklace with a red gem. She tells him he has to keep it on him at all times and cant tell anyone about it. Mirre gets bad vibes from this and turns down her offer, explaining it would rub him the wrong way hiding something from the group, especially as the designated leader of the group. Strahd understands and they both head out to the dance.

High lights from dance:

-Rhil and Jace have their adorable dance first, Mirre and Anastrasya dance too. mostly Anastrasya berating him while he ignores her.

Rhil goes to dance with Rahadin, him actually offering to help show her how to dance. They have a pretty heavy conversation, Rhil gets a lot of backstory regarding the betrayal, the drowning of dusk elf female and children(which he had no part of), They talked about Mother Night and her history.

Rahadin brings up Rhil's black arms and black ear tips and inform her that those mark sinners among their kind and he wont pry, but others may be afraid of her or hate her for them.

tho he praised her heavily for killing the hags.

-Mirre dances with Reek: they have an emotional conversation and Mirre figures that Reek isnt a spawn, but a Dhampir! Anastrasya put some control spell over him when he was reborn and can make him do things.

-Which she does when Mirre goes to hug Reek by having him jab Mirre with a claw. not enough to do some true damage.

Anastrasya and Rhil: after a nat20 deception and manipulation, Anastrasya thinks her and Rhil are buddy buddy and shares some of what she did to Reek and her plans with him. Rhil determines shes batshit crazy. Anastrasya is convinced Strahd's going to let her win the case over Reek and has no evidence and is underprepared.(lucky for Mirre)

Mirre and Escher: Mirre very quickly ends up pissing off Escher, but gets a lot of information on his past party.

Rhil and Cyrus: She dances with him and learns about the abott and abbey, The teachings of lathander sound pretty accurate but determines something is off, her dance ends and she suggests Jace dance with Cyrus. Jace and Rhil agree that something is off and it sounds like the faith is being manipulated.

Mirre and Strahd: Mirre nat20's his performance check and impresses Strahd further, They have a conversation about leadership and how impressed shes been with his talents.

Rhil and Strahd: Some casual chitchat, Strahd gives Rhil a long list of places to check out in Barovia. after they finish their dance Strahd pulls Rhil aside and offers her knowlege of her people, back when cerrunos was a thing. She also brings up that Rhil might be able to get Rahadin to smile. Strahd offers Rhil the same necklace Mirre was offered, Rhil is tempted but turns strahd down for the same reasons of not wanting to hide things from her friends.

Dancing resumes, Mirre having danced with everyone decides to dance with Rahadin.

Rahadin isnt really talkative until Mirre brings up Rhil. When Mirre asks why.

Rahadin says Rhil is kin and that she represents something their people lost long ago "hope", He dosn't want to see that spark snuffed out. Mirre determines its more then that, but dosent press further.

He tells Mirre that Rhil is on a dangerous path and to not let her go into the dark alone, because "That happy smile might not come back out"

Mirre states he will be there with her every step, just like Rhil would be for him. Rahadin approves.

Rahadin warns him to keep Rhil away from Ludmilla and Kasimir, because they will lead her to ruin. Even says that being a bride to Strahd might be a fate Rhil wont want.

for the rest of the dance, Rhil tells Rahadin some fun stories about Rhil and the silly things shes done. Rahadin listening intently to every word.

Volenta harrassed and unnerved everyone she danced with haha

Ludmilla and Mirre, They talked a bit and Ludmilla seems very interested in Mirre and his abilities. hinting at a possible alliance. Ludmilla didnt show any interest in Jace and said Rhil reminded her of Patrina but that's about it.

The dance ended and we moved to the audience hall to begin the case for guardian ship of Reek.

Mirre and Anastrasya stood in front of Strahd and gave their statements. Mirre provided his evidence and eye witnesses.

Anastrasya brought up that we originally stole the children from the hags(which we did) and Rahadin was brought up as a witness.

Rahadin actually stood up for us, saying he didn't even see us there nor was there evidence.

Anastrasya pressed further and Strahd was upset, feeling like Anastrasya was claiming that Rahadin was lying.

Anastrasya quickly dropped the point.

Mirre had written eye witness reports from 4 different people, Verified by Baroness Fiona Wachter herself. Also letters from Anastrasya that he held onto.

Mirre and Anastrasya debated back and forth, Mirre making good points and Anastrasya seemed to ramble.

Anastrasya pulled out the dagger Mirre gave Reek, claiming it was unsafe for a child. Mirre admitted that was reckless of him and owned up to his mistake. Strahd held onto the dagger at the throne.

we close our statements

Strahd did a whole "Bachelor handing off the rose" type thing but with Reeks dagger.

MIRRE WON!! Strahd also enchanted the dagger for Reek as an adoption gift, stating that Reek will be known as Reek Uldras.

The dm did this arguement with points. If you had a good point and good arguement, you got a point. if you lost an arguement, you lost a a point.

Mirre ended up with 10pts and Anastrasya ended up with 6

Lots of cheering from the party and after the consorts/brides left.

Strahd congratulated Mirre and gave us permission to wander the castle minus a few places.

after some emotional moments with Reek and Mirre. We set off to hunt down Strahd's tome.

#dnd #ttrpg #dungeons and dungeons #curse of strahd #mirre uldras #rhil darkstar #jace brightcrest #strahd von zarovich #rahadin #anastrasya karelova #dinner at ravenloft #Reek Uldras

[sillylittlestoryblog]

Angel Torres x reader

Notes: hey guys. I waited like over two weeks but because almost nobody else is interested in writing some nope fanfictions, i’ m gonna do it. Be aware, my writing is Not Good. And if your also waiting for nope ffs pls Write some. I look at these tags daily!!!! These characters deserve some love! Maybe if I‘m not totally depressed again, I’m gonna write another one.

Warnings: english isnt my First Language, blood, spoilers, some swearing

„Fuck“

Dust and sand had mixed with your tears. Once again you rubbed your eyes and looked up.

No matter how many times OJ had told you that you should not look up.

Jean Jacket was no longer visible. In front of you was only a cloudless sky. In another context it would have been the perfect day. Blue sky, nothing but space.The sun was shining in the afternoon heat. But right now you only felt fear.

Slowly you began to stand up. Your ankle hurt. You remembered that while running you had tripped over one of the wires. Weeks ago you wanted to help the Haywood siblings to remove the wires behind the old barn. But there had always been too much to do at the horse ranch. It had only been 6 months since Mr. Otis Haywood had died in a strange way. It was still unexplainable. He had taught you to ride as a child. He was a kind man and a good teacher. His children always following him around, trying to help as much as they could. You remember OJ standing on the edge of the gate laughing. You hadn't really been very skilled. Emerald, who was only two years older, was standing next to him. She knew how difficult some horses could be. She started cheering you on. While her big brother just rolled his eyes.

Even today, the two had a similar dynamic. Em was loud and cheerful, she loved to play pranks with you on the other farm workers, but especially on her brother. Often you would stay with her long after work hours and you would cook together and sing loudly in the kitchen to Mr haywood's old records. She has always been your friend but you two got really close after what had happend with her father. She talked about it, when it was just the two of you sitting on the porch drinking a glass of wine on a Sunday evening.

Her brother was different. OJ was quiet instead. Most of the time he watched situations rather than get involved in them. He was the silent observer. But never in such a way that it was uncomfortable. He was more like a protector watching over you. A big brother. It was difficult for him to open up. He didnt really talk about what happend. But you could see it in his face, he was thinking about it all the time. And when we all found about Jean Jacket. He didnt want to run away. He wanted to face the animal that killed his father. And he was gonna protect his horses, his home, his friends and his sister. That's why he was so annoyed at first that you and Em wanted to be part of the whole Jean Jacket plan. He thought it was too dangerous. But the farm and the horses were his whole life. And it had always been a second home to you, so it was clear that you would do anything to make the plan work.

You freed your foot from the wire and took a closer look. It was smeared with blood and your pants were torn open, but it probably looked worse than it actually was. You could still feel your foot. It hurt when you started standing up. You tried to move slowly. The house in front of you still red and bloodied. The remnants of the previous nights lay around the porch. You tried not to look too closely, the fear of catching parts of your friends on the roof above the door was to big. You had not yet been able to think further about what exactly had happened. The crazy movie maker that was Antlers Holst had run right into Jean Jacket's arms. That was the last thing you could consciously remember. After that you ran and woke up unconscious next to the horse paddock. A horrible feeling spread in your stomach. "What if... no. I can't even think like that."

Angel was safe. You were sure of that. No one had as much useless knowledge about alien attacks and UFOs as Angel. If anyone could survive something like that, it would be him. You couldn't think anything else. Tears welled up in your eyes and the nauseating feeling spread throughout your body. It almost felt like your throat was closing up. Angel couldn’t be hurt. You wouldn’t know what to do. Last night you had been talking to him. He was afraid and still he didnt think twice about helping you. You wished you could have just grabbed his stupid face and gave him a kiss. Maybe this could have been the last chance to do so. But you were too nervous. The handsome man with his way to goodlooking smile would never be interested in you. And maybe he was dead now. You didnt see him after all that happend. Jean Jacket could have eaten him. That was the new life you had to make sense now. The guy you had a massive crush on got eaten by an alien that looked like a fucking eye. You were sure you wouldnt find a support group for something like that. You started crying even more. The tears were running down your cheeks. He needs to be alive. Everything around you started spinning. You were ready to puke but instead you collapse in front of the Haywoods door.

Its about two Hours later when Angel finally reaches the house. Its already dark outside. The aching pain in his Body is distrecting him from his enviroment. He doesn’t remember what truly happend. Stuff was laying around and he was trying hard not to trip over it. A small Body was laying on the Front portch. He would recognise this face anywhere. It was in his mind and in his dreams for the last weeks. He wanted to shout your name but his voice was to croaky. He reached the porch and sat down next to you. His hands were cold and sprinkled with his own blood. He reached up to your head and started stroking your hair. He let out a rough chuckle. Even though you just fought an alien and survived you still looked really nice. You always looked nice. And pretty. He had thought about telling you before the whole plan, but somehow he was too nervous. Normally he was outgoing and loud,often annoying the people around him. He really liked talking and so he was doing it most of the day. But every time he spent alone with you he didnt know what to say. He was suddenly quiet. His mind was racing at the same time trying to come up with the perfect thing to say. And his hands where fidgeting with the nearest object. You were also smart and interested in the things he was rambling to OJ and Em about. And sometimes you looked at him. It felt like you could truly see him. Looking through him, into his soul. Finding his deepest darkest secrets but not being able to look away. Angel knew he adored you the first time he saw you walking towards him. And now here you where laying in his arm. But not exactly in the way he had dreamed about it. Your hair was soft against his chapped fingers. He saw your eyes open.

„ hey, are you alright? Can you hear me?“

The first thing you saw where his bleached hair and that handsome smirk. His arms where wrapped around you, securing your weak body. One hand was caressing your cheek the other was holding you tightly against his chest. His body was covered in bloody wounds and cuts. It was probably hurting him holding you that way but he didnt really seemed to care.

„ i thought i lost you.“

You started crying. He was alive.

„ that stupid fucking filmmaker. He could have gotten you killed.“

Angel was trying to hold it in, but started quietly crying too.

„ I am alright. We both survived. We will be alright.“

Tears where running down both of your faces. Your hand was touching his cheek. You were leaning into him. His eyes were darting to your mouth. And before you could really think about it your hands where both cupping his face and he closed the proximity between you too. It was a short and soft kiss. You were pressing your foreheads against each other. Softly mumbling with closed eyes and a lowered voice.

„Yes. I think so too. We will be alright, Angel.“

#angel torres #angel torres x reader #nope 2022 #nope #nope fan fiction #Angel #Angel Torres imagine #we need nope ff !

[buriedinsand9]

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

thirty four

miles morales x hispanic!reader

summary ✧.* you hear a loud crash outside of your window of your apartments fire escape. you find yourself face to face with spiderman, he asks you to help him with his wounds. you help the hero and you feel create sort of connection.

genre ✧.* (strangers to friends to lovers, sorta a low burn ig?)

warnings ✧.* - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ the clock reads 10:34 P.M. you sit at 4th period, spanish. you're already fluent in spanish so it isnt much of a task to really study for spanish, or even pay attention really. you zone out looking at the clock, waiting for the hour to go by. you zone back in hearing the teacher talk about her first divorce, her kids blah blah blah... you doodle some animals on your notebook, tired from boredom. you sit there, listening to your thoughts. its been a full week since spiderman was in your room. you think about that pretty often, i mean who wouldnt? your thoughts get interrupted by a voice. "may i go to the bathroom?" your classmate, miles, asks. "en español, miles." the teacher responds, sort of annoyed. "¿puedo ir al baño, porfavor?" he repeats in spanish. she nods, and he gets up to go to the bathroom. you always thought miles was nice to be around. you first met him was for a history project. he was pretty funny and he always knew what to say and what to talk about. you arent exactly friends, but you know each other. you also thought he was kinda cute but we dont need to talk about that today. the bell rings and you start to get up but your teacher calls out your name. "hm?" you say turning around. "i saw you drawing. a ver." she says, her glasses sliding off her nose very slowly. your spanish teacher looks forward to your doodles. she thinks students' doodles are fun and silly and she likes looking at them. you show her todays doodles and she smiles. "mira, these are very good. keep it up." you thank her and walk out her room. you bump into someone- you both quickly apologizing. "sorry sorry- oh its you. hey do you mind waiting for me?" you recognize his voice as miles. "oh uh, yeah sure." you say holding on to your books. he grabs his things pretty swiftly and catches up to you and you both walk out together. you start to talk about your shared classes and that turns into talking about drawing to talking about interests you both have in common. "well this is my next class.. ill see you later miles!" you say waving goodbye at him, him waving back. you watch him walk away. you see him hold onto his side, mumbling a couple of cuss words. hope hes okay. you think. the clock reads 1:34 a.m. you find yourself on the roof of your apartment building. its a cycle, every friday you get back from school, take a nap then wake up at 6, eat, let the hours pass and as soon as it hits midnight you would go up to the roof. spiderman doesnt show up around your area for a while, your camera hasnt seen his face in a while. in the mean time you take pictures of the building nearby, of couples walking on the sidewalk, of cool cars that would drive around, heading to a nearby club. you place your camera down and lay on the blankets you would lay on the roof. you reach for your phone, looking for a lead on what to keep you busy. you hear a distant 'whoosh' sound from behind you. "hello?" you say as sit up to look around and spot whatever made that noise, but theres nothing, no one. you lay back down and decide to ignore it, but a loud crash can be heard from the same place. you stay still, not knowing what to do. a yelp can be heard from the crash. "whos here at one a.m.? well me.." you answer your own thought.

a/n: i had to split it into two parts.. oops part b

#fem reader #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman #x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales #miles x reader #miles molares #miguel o'hara #female reader #x you #fluff

[lokilysolbitch]

My new fixation is bad poetry

and its making me think about how to define art and poetry and what makes poetry good etc but I can't go back and find my sophomore english teacher and rant about it so I'm making it yalls problem. but mr c if ur in here pls read also what do you mean thats one way to skin a hamster. thats not how it goes what are you talking abou

first of all, ive finally figured out my current definition of art: records of the human experience or just experience in general. so yes paintings and poetry but ALSO tiktoks or a decorated room. idc if you think its stupid there are remnants and references to human experiences ALL OVER those. so basically if it left a mark at any point, its art. maybe not always "good" or skilled, deep, etc but it is art (to me)

secondly, what is poetry? the same sophomore english teacher asked this at the beginning of a unit and the class was struggling. every time we listed a requirement for poetry he went "is that necessary though?". "it has to rhyme" "does it?" "it has to be deep" "does it" "it needs to have words!" ".....does it?" man idk i was 15 and sleep deprived

but now im less sleep deprived and i have an answer. I would consider poetry a spectrum (but not necessarily flexible. i wouldn't say you have to bend it's meaning to make something fit) but also playing with language, to be playful with it and have fun with it, to use it as a toy in a way. using language in a way different from its intended use. so writing a personal narrative about a deep topic? not poetry. maybe you had fun with it but thats still its main use. to make words rhyme, to alliterate, to use words just plain wrong? probably poetry. its still a spectrum. and im aware this means that saying something like "yew nork/glass fork" would count as a shitpost and poetry while "Ill love you and ill never stop loving you" doesnt and um i dont care i said what i said--

this would also mean most books and speeches would have little bits of poetry in there and i stand by that too. maybe the entire thing isnt poetry but bits of it could count. i came to this conclusion on the meaning of poetry because i saw too many "aesthetic" free verse poems that were just. tweets. you coulda just made it a sentence and posted it for free. there was no attempt to play with language. you just used it the way you were supposed to. its just a quote.

im definitely going to add more onto this about what i think poetry critics miss sometimes and why formal teaching of poetry is flawed but not all in one post bc its a lot. However i have one last concept to attempt to define. this one has always made me the angriest

GOOD VS BAD POETRY/ART

where do i even start. maybe we should just get rid of these terms completely and make people say what they mean. is it good or did he just use literary devices correctly. is it good or is it genuine. is it good or is it deep. is it good or is it entertaining. is it good or do you like it. is it good or is it popular. is it good or is it complex. is it good or is it creative.

ive been saying since i was i was maybe 12-13 that even though good does not have a solid stable meaning, there is still a sense of what good is. We know what its supposed to be. classical music, Edgar Allen Poe, Da Vinci are good. sure most people barely know or understand or care about these things other than one piece of work they can recall because they had to look at it in highschool that time and the teacher seemed to appreciate it. and we know that reality tv, messily hand drawn animals, and half assed near unintelligible tiktok skits are bad.

but....wait we like those though

ive come to the conclusion that while still shifting, "good"'s meaning in scholarly settings tends to come down to whatever those somethingth century european dudes and what the modern smart looking guys deemed intelligent. and in colloquial settings, what everyone likes.

many pretentious types will say rap is bad and the subject matter is crude and the same way im sure some old european guy would have said or has said traditional african music is too weird and primitive to be respectable.

now. i dont really listen to rap intentionally. if its in there its in there. I used to be pretentious and after changing i just never got too deep into it BUT. i listened to a Nicki Minaj song one time just to see and yeah it was not family friendly but dear god was it clever. the way she'd drop the most genius alliteration-personification-allegory-englishvocabword and then just keep it moving like im not gonna have to stop and ponder the seven layer reference to bedtime hanky panky. its smart. its creative. its complex. and so many rappers can write about the same topics over and over and still come back with a new way of phrasing it. its genuinely impressive

but so many still wouldn't consider it good.

the term good when it comes to art, while having somewhat of a meaning is still useless. make your own personal standards for what is important for you to see in art. its kind of silly for us to collectively decide "okay this art? we like it. this is good" and then go to a different community (age group, culture, race) and go "were going to show you the new gold standard for good! its what we liked! you dont do it like this?? then yours is bad!". historically thats never been a good move

what i find important with poetry (and by poetry i mostly mean song writing bc i dont even read poetry like that) tends to be "is it a poem? or a sentence/paragraph". everything other than that just has to do with my taste and what I prefer in the moment. and it goes the same for everyone else. there's no universal good or bad with art. its just what a dominant or culturally respected group of people said was important.

limericks are bad tho jesus told me/j

TL;DR: i think anything that records an experience is art. i think toying with language mostly makes it poetry, and i think its weird people create little boxes for good and bad and make everyone else adhere to it

#poetry #poetrycritic #creative writing #formalapollooffering #instagrampoetry #instapoetry #art #philosophy #songwriting #bad poetry #rap #writing analysis #literature #ididntproofreadthis #infodump #hyperfixation #adhd #literary device #handmadeorganicpost

[iheartharrington]

Can you write something where the reader and Steve are doing ....the deed and she isnt moaning because she is embarrassed (insecure) by the way she moans ( litterally sounds like an anime character 💀😬) and steve thinks he is doing something wrong but when he finds out it's all just all laughs and giggles

Of course I can! Thank you so much for the suggestion. Love the user by the way LMAO.

you can tell me. - (steve harrington one shot)

WARNINGS/INCLUDES:

MAINLY FLUFF. DOES NOT END WITH FULL SMUT SCENE.

obviously smut, protected sex, consent, reassurance, fluff

(let me know if i missed anything) (also i did not proofread this)

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Steve and I had been dating for about seven months. Obviously his character development was massive and I had been there first hand to see it. I’m so glad I stuck by his side because it was so worth it. He has become the person I always knew he could be. Truth be told, I had fallen in love with him and I had been thinking about being intimate with him for some time now. The only problem was… I had only ever experienced an orgasm on my own. I know how loud and weird I sound and it’s embarrassing, but I literally can’t help it. The last thing I wanted was for Steve to hear me and go running for the hills.

Steve came over tonight so we could watch movies since my parents were out of town. The movie had just ended and he was laying in my lap now, looking up at me while I stroked his hair. His brown eyes containing a glint and a hint of mischief in them.

He smiled and tapped his lips with his index finger.

I rolled my eyes before holding my hair out of the way to lean down and kiss him.

He deepens the kiss and after a while, pulls away and stands. I lean back on the couch, breathless. I watch Steve as he paces and swipes a hand over his face.

“I’m gonna go get a glass of water. Do you need anything?” He starts to walk out of the room.

“Steve, wait.”

He stops but he doesn’t turn to face me.

I get up and walk to him. I wrap my arms around him from behind, laying my palms flat on his chest and my head on his back. His hands reach up and cover mine. He pulls them to his lips and peppers kisses on my knuckles. I knew he was getting a little worked up and didn’t want me to feel like i was obligated to do anything, but I wanted to.

“Steve. I said again.

“Hmm.”

“Look at me.” I spun him around, and he found my gaze.

“You don’t need to walk away.” I put my arms up around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist, pulling me tightly against his body. I could feel the heat radiating off him and his bodily reaction to our make out on my lower stomach. I reached my hand down between us and felt him. He sucked a breath through his teeth and gave me a warning look.

“Y/n…you don’t have to do that. I don’t want you to feel like…”

“I want to. I..I love you, Steve.”

He moved his eyes from my lips to my eyes and smiled. “I love you too, Y/n.”

My heart beat faster in my chest and I leaned up to kiss the man I love. I pull my own shirt off.

He steps back and looks me up an down, “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m so sure.”

With that, we’re up the stairs in my room, our clothes flying off and landing in random places around the room. His lips are all over me. From my neck, down my chest, to my thighs, he was practically worshipping me.

He had barely touched me, but my body was ready for him. He laughs at me as I tell him I bought a box of condoms a couple of days ago. Nonetheless, he grabs the box and takes one out, putting it on.

We both gasp as he slips inside of me, moving slowly and patiently.

He continues with precise movements and it feels so good I’m overwhelmed. I force myself to hold in any noises. It becomes harder and harder as he continues. My hand is firmly grasped over my mouth, controlling myself the best I can, eyes screwed shut.

Suddenly, all his movements come to a crashing halt and I’m completely thrown and frustrated.

“Steve..” I whine.

“I thought.. I thought I was doing something wrong. How can I make it feel better?”

I am so confused right now I just look at him, mouth open, eyes blinking. “Huh?’ I lick my dry lips.

“It’s just.. you weren’t.. you know.. conveying how you felt so I assumed it wasn’t good.”

“Steve, no. I’m just.. embarrassed.. I guess.”

He completely pulls away from my body, pulling the blanket over his lower half. “Oh.. I see. I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to regret it and now..”

I climb onto his lap before I even think. “No. No, no, no. Steve. It’s not that at all.” I put his face in my hands and he looks at me, confused and still slightly upset.

I sigh, looking down. “I’m insecure about the way I moan.”

I look up to see his head turned, eyes searching mine. “What do you mean, baby.”

My heart flutters at him trying to be sweet and care for my feelings even after he thought he was being rejected. Still, I pause, not wanting to answer.

He grabs the teddy bear off the bed next to me and moves it’s paws mimicking a cartoony voice, “You can tell me.” He says, breathing out his nose like a light laugh. It makes me smile.

“It’s very.. graphic.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” He smirks at me.

I giggle, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s literally like some whiny anime girl, Steve.”

His hand cups his mouth and he bursts into a fit of laughter.

“Shut up!” I swat his arm.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… but I can totally picture that.” He laughs so hard his eyes tear up, and I follow suit.

We’re both laying on top of each other with the blanket tangled around us, laughing for what seems like forever.

“Well..” He says, wiping his eyes, “I’m still gonna finish what I started.”

He smiles before grabbing my waist and kissing me hard.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #fem reader #cute #oneshot #steve fluff

[forestryfae]

im making a cheesecake and im waiting for stuff to set in the fridge so its time for the disaster twins

kiev and anaya are both 25

noone knows which one of them is the older twin. dad wasnt there atm and mom doesnt remember, its probably on the birth charts but none of them know that cus lol

identical twins

mother is korean, they grew up in korea and japan and currently live in kyoto no i dont have details on the geography leave me alone

they both call eachother older sibling suffixes or whatever theyre called

anaya wants to take over mothers job as mafia boss or possibly take over abysus. she can only do one at a time though so her long term goal would be the mafia

she also has two pet hyenas and one of her hobbies is dogtraining

loves dogs, frequently donates money and even animals to charities and sanctuaries

kiev is a freelance dj/musician and often djs at raves. very into electronic and heavy metal. hes got a kickass metal scream and very deep voice and hes an indie artist

he also has a part time job at like fuckin. 7/11 or some shit idk. hes got an apartment he bought so he primarily lives there but gladly crashes at his mom or dads place when he visits

originally named Trout but i forgor

absolutely stoned half the time. just for fun. actualky not but hes prone to just chilling

his evo powers make him first of all immune to. mostly anything. you got dishsoap? not anymore he ate it all. lightbulbs? those are like crunchy apples to him. chromyl chloride? more like chromyl koolaid. hes like a garbage compactor. actually he ate the garbage compactor. glass fiber is just spicy cotton candy

hes also radioactive as hell due to his powers. if there ever is radioactive or long term nuclear radioactive etx material that needs to be neutralized hes the first guy people call. same w powerplants, something goes wrong abd hes the first guy they call so he can absorb the radioactivity if somwthing goes wrong

has a degree in nuclear engineering or whatever the fuck its called. he knows how nuclear reactors work. could probably build one himself too if he wanted to.

his hair and clothes were like that before he turned evo

anaya isnt an evo? might be? i havent decided on powers tho

both twins inherited White Stripes In Hair gene from their dad. kiev usually just dyes it neon green, while anaya dyes it black cus she doesnt like it

#my ocs #genrex #generator rex

[yippieitsarvensart]

dont worry about the time of replies!!! we are in different timezones anyways

JDNNWBS THANK YOU ?!!?!! feel free to study me under a microscope im an interesting lil guy i think youll have a blast

oooooo yes yes i see ur vision.... the way i go with is that floyd isnt that fond of the contacts but his eyesight is so horrible that if he doesnt he bumps EVERYWHERE. jade had to put it in him the first time and hes slowwwlyyy getting used to it, but he immediately takes it off when hes in his room. floyd is very "when i put on my glasses and the walls have texture, ppl have faces & the plant have leaves" to me LOL. also side note i loooove caring azul that doesnt want to admit it so much <3

theyre girlie pops to me does this make sense. i have some hcs for their fashion too xhhshs these guys have RUINED me

would you believe me if i told you that i was already in lovw with riddle and then i did my hcs and boom. even more in love u

THIS REMINDS ME I DIDNT SAY THE RACE HCS I HAVE FOR THOSE THREE ?!?! ok so the tweels are black italians + vietnamese, while riddle is wasian (british + korean&chinese)!

OH AND I ALSO FORGOT TO SAY i hc that riddle needs glasses too :3c but she uses contacts! when hes overwhelmed he tends to isolate himself and he either tends to the hedgehos/flanmingos or tends to the garden/maze. and her meltdowns are much like her a anger fits, she just gets really really upset and wants to throw things around and behead people, hes very agressive! to calm him down you need to put him in a comfortable & familiar room, preferrably with tons of red (his favorite color), and talk to him normally about the things he likes + offer solutions to the problems until he calms down.

anyways silver > autism, narcolepsy. uses he/ him and is bissexual (no preference), but does Not get gender at all. i hc that fae's perception of gender is different than humans, and since he was raised by lilia he does not understand humans' genders. so he just goes w the flow haha. his hands are trembling slightly allll the time he cannot stop it. hes chinese + has albinism ! bc of that he gets burned pretty easily, has to eat a balanced diet and his eyesight sucks just a little, so he doesnt need any glasses or anything. yet. he has some small scars from his training, his hair is mullet-ish and very long, and he dyes it black + leaves some white strands to match w lilia. whenever he gets overwhelmed he lays flat on the grownd, belly down face on the ground, puts a blanket over himself and then just Stays There until it passes. his meltdowns are quiet he just stares off into the void and considers yanking off his ears lol. also he has some bite scars bc sebek used to bite him when he was changing his baby teeth, silver has a necklace w them!! he understands animals better than he understands ppl and he can recgonize every single species. thats his special interest btw, animals!! hes mostly a horse girlie tho <3

sebek > autism, ocd, auditory processing disorder. the reason he yells all the time is bc he cant listen very well + cant control his voice volume. he also uses he/him & is bissexual but, much like silver and bc he is a half fae, he does not get human gender. technically speaking he could be considered bigender too! i hc that in the future, he (and riddle + the tweels too) would take estrogen :3c and HE WEARS BRACES !!!! cmon crocodile teeth are kinda horrible and his dads a dentist. so. yeah. also he has some scales, but theyre so few and mostly on his arms + legs, so they are covered most of the time! hes very resistant to physical stuff, rarely feels pain and doesnt get tired easily. if he does use his magic, though, then he gets tired pretty easily, since his half human body cant keep up w the fae magic. his hair is a MESS he passes so much gel and it still sticks up a bit. hes so into the lighting motif hes COMMITED !!!! also horses just hate him for some reason. principally vorpal (riddles horse) lol. when hes overwhelmed he does push ups, runs, just trains in geneal. if its too loud he just yells SHUT THE FUCK UP and everyone is stunned so they do. he feel really bad after though djsbnds .... his special interest is malleus draconia (lol) and dragons :3c

OOOOO so cute and silly ...... ok ok i'll write something like tgat no worries :3c anything else youd like to see in the fic? i can shove smth more!!! im gonna cook. wait for me

all I could think about while readinf this was "estrogen could save them..." Like if I was bad at responding to asks that is ALL I would've said in response; but luckily I am autistic and could not bare to just leave it at that.

Jade having to help Floyd put in his contacts for the first time makes me also think that like, what if Jade has to do it every morning. Every single morning from the day they first came on land they've had to put them in for Floyd... Brotherly bonding time EHAHAHAHA But that's the only way F could get used to it, they can't do it on their own otherwise they'll mess it up or stab themself in the eye or whatever. "Having Jade do it is just easier" he says. Jade doesn't complain about it either because she'd rather have to do it for every day of their lives than have Floyd get seriously hurt because he can't see SHIT. Anyways...

Sil and Sebs having little to no connection with gender bc of being half fae/influenced by living with fae is so, so real. and true. If I'm correct, Silver is just human? And being raised by Lilia who is VERY gender in ALL sorts of ways, I think Sil may have had a few gender crisis' over the years because of it (I sure woulda), starting from a very young age. But like he's fine now he's chill with whatevevraarrrr (I LEAVE TO GO DO SOMETHING, COME BACK AND SUDDENLY NOTHING I JUST WROTE MAKES SENSE??? what is bro blabbering about. anyways.)

Overall I so so agree with all ur hcs they make so much SENSE !!!! I have nothing more to add to the rest of it you're just so correct that I can't think of anything more anything else to add to the fic errmm... uerhhmm... Well we could have maybe... *brain thinking sounds*

... I don't even remember what I said last time btu that's okay I think you should make them kiss 🔥🔥and also make up 🔥🔥 (I alr made that joke I think. I'm so unoriginal.) Uhmmm you could make riddle CRY 💧💧💧💧I don't kno w you could make them uhmm you coud uhhh *send post*

#arvy asks #arvy is so so sleepy he just woke up #good morning chat

[regret-breathing]

last night i had a dream that my ex girlfriend was getting married to Armie Hammer. I was invited to the wedding, and invited to be her maid of honor, because we were secretly sleeping together and she needed moral support from her lover while she got married to her awful fiance. Also because like, even if we hadnt been sleeping together I imagine she wouldve brought me along because in the dream she had like. Just gotten back from the ISS (or dream equivalent, she was an astronaut in the dream, she isnt an astronaut in real life), and was not really prepared to be in a huge public event after being in space for a considerable amount of time. you know how it is when you come back from being in space after a considerable amount of time.

this is loooong so. yeah. the rest is under the cut.

anyway so I’m at this wedding, helping my secret lover get ready and helping keep The Fucking Hammers (who were giving extreme Bluths from arrested development energy) at bay as much as possible. wedding’s being held on this GOOORGEOUS little secluded island off the coast that they own (ew), we’re enjoying the sea air, we’re eating bonkers delicious food that probably cost enough to feed me for a year, when she fills me in about The Book.

Apparently in my dream world the Hammers have this whole ritualistic practice centered around The Family Book, a massive ancient tome supposedly containing the signatures of every Hammer dating back centuries, as they sign some sort of oath or contract when they come of age. Think like. what if the eagens from severance had the same unsettling religiosity but it was more antisemitic blood rituals trope and less corporate strategy. there were holidays about this book there were seasonal traditions about this book they were on some wild shit with this book. according to dream-ex “all old families like them have something like that”. i dunno man this book feels a lil fucked up, and again a little too close to some antisemitic tropes idk why my heavily jewish brain did this to me.

Anyway so she tells me all this because apparently it’s Hammer tradition that as a part of weddings, they have a private ceremony before the legal one where they properly induct those their children choose to marry into the Family, and so have them Sign The Family Book. i’ll be expected to go and serve as Witness, because i’m the maid of honor. she says it like it like it’s some great and incredible honor, to see the book signing ceremony as an outsider (and of course be sworn to secrecy as long as i shall live).

I’m like o.o maybe tell ppl that before they accept being your maid of honor, but fuck it! in the dream i love this girl so i’m like, in for a penny in for a pound i’ll go to your scary blood contract party to help you stay calm during it. so after everyone getting ready, she’s in her beautiful wedding dress I’m inexplicably wearing the himemiya anthy red wedding dress from utena (but without the crown or gloves) and i gotta say this is the first truly unbelievable thing in this dream so far. i wouldve worn a suit it wouldve been great and i got some audacity but i knooow i wouldnt roll up to my secret lover’s wedding in an anime wedding dress thats just gauche. and reeeeally obvious. im a bit buffooonish at times but im slicker than that.

So we’re all prepped and pretty and it’s wedding time, dream-ex is understandably anxious, i’m understandably anxious, and someone waylays us in the halls of the (seriously goooorgeous) venue to let us know it’s time for the Book Signing. we follow them to the chamber, and it is Weird in there. Basically, picture a very large cavernous room, totally dark in there, no windows, inky almost cave-like blackness. at the center theres like a corporate looking metal-and-glass conference table with super tall backed matching chairs, illuminated only by these blinding spotlights that blare down at each seat at the table, a double wide one encapsulating the two seats at the head of the table for the couple getting married. i like just woke up im glad i still remember this because it was an insane visual.

the whole collected living Hammer family is gathered around the table, all looking solemn and almost grim, they turn to us and beckon us warmly to join them at the table, she is seated to the left of her fiance at the head of the table, and i am next to her across the corner because i guess thats where the witness goes. Armie Hammer (first time i see him in the dream) is wearing basically the same fit he wore in Sorry To Bother You, except with the biggest Sonic blue high tops you ever seen. vividly remember these shoes. it’s kinda swaggy. He is also clutching the largest clearly hand bound leather tome i ever seen in real life, with slighly mismatched pages, dark almost black leather, with notably a large brownish stain on the spine where supposedly Grampappy Hammer fatally struck a rival with it and they’ve respectfully never cleaned the stain to remember.. something. i think there was a reason. this was an anecdote people were telling the whole fucking time. heard it like 4 times over the course of the wedding. miserable vibe. So he’s clutching this book tight, barely acknowledging his fiancé (dick move but i guess he was swept up in the ceremony), only occasionally mumbling to his best man, his brother (i have no idea if armie hammer has a brother but my dream said he did so im going with it).

i dont remember how or why but i guess dream-ex made an excuse to leave for a second?? or maybe im misremembering and i got there first and she was late?? or something?? but i pretty clearly remember getting there together so maybe she made an excuse to go to the bathroom or something i dunno. either way she steps out for a moment and im like. pretty heavily spooked by being alone with The Collected Hammers And Their Fucked Up Book in this Creepy Weird Ritual Chamber. the vibes are Off. theres sort of awkward chatter and I try to participate but Armie Hammer gives me a Look when i try so i shit tf up. Eventually dream-ex comes back, and she’s visibly more anxious than before. I try to discretely check in on her and she brushes me off, but sort of slowly takes my hand which is a little weird because we’d agreed not to do pda around the Hammers.

Then. Fucking. Okay. If you’re ever in this situation for whatever reason. DO NOT. DO THIS. TO ANYONE YOU LOVE. But yeah so she’s taken my hand, takes a pause while the Hammers look confused at her, and before the booksigning can begin she says she has something to say, and fucking TELLS THEM ALL THAT WE HAVE BEEN HAVING AN AFFAIR. I am flabbergasted right, we’d agreed that she was gonna go through with the wedding and i was cool about it because i woudlnt want to fuck over the Hammers they scare me. but yeah so she totally blindsides me with this, and i get it right i woudlnt want to sign their fucking book either, she probably made the right call, but cmonnnnn at least let your secret lover know BEFORE you tell the richest people ever that youve been screwing behind their backs WHILE THEYRE CARRYING THE MURDER BLOOD BOOK. So the Collected Hammers are shocked right, i’m surprised but kinda impressed by her absolute audacity, she’s doing a great job of appearing calm even though by the grip she has on my hand she’s freaking out, and Armie Hammer is just utterly confused by this turn of events. And she takes it one step FURTHER. she tells them that she fully intends to marry ME that day instead of Armie Hammer, when we’re on their private wedding island, with a wedding ceremony they paid for, surrounded by 100% of living Hammers and VERY few other guests, and I WAS NOT AWARE SHE WAS PLANNING THIS. and at this point, yknow what, i gotta give it up to dream-ex. brass fucking balls. looking Known Cannibal Armie Hammer in the face and telling him shes been fucking around on him, that hes not getting married today, and that some fucking dyke is gonna steal his girl right in front of him, all while he’s holding The Family Book no less. He’s gone from shocked staring at her, to death glaring at me, and im pretty sure hes gonna murder me with the book, or maybe his family will kill me with their hands because theyre looking Agitated, but he sort of sighs and just tells us to get out. And we do! we leave the spooky vaguely antisemitic corporate ritual chamber and get the fuuuuuck out of there.

admittedly not very far it’s not like we leave the island or anything, all the boats are Hammer boats. we go back to her dressing room and i’m like forreal we’re getting married today?? she seems relieved not to be marrying into the Hammers and doesnt seem like she thinks we’re about to die so i decide not to be unhappy with being blindsided like that. shes like yeah and im sort of giddy, theres some smooching, etc etc etc.

So we go to the much more normal wedding ceremony, which I’m expecting to be empty because like 80% of the guests were Hammers or Hammer adjacent, but it’s a full fucking house, and it is some WEIRD energy in there. We get married by the priest (who I’m pretty sure looking back is the priest from the season 4 finale of Peep Show), irl i wouldve been pretty salty about having a christian wedding but i guess when youre stealing someone else’s wedding and are pretty sure theyre gonna kill you because Armie Hammer is still holding The Book, you try not to be a stickler about it not being a rabbi. So we get married to utter silence from the host of Hammers and a modest amount of dream-ex’s family, it’s awkward, theres a smooch, yaaay woo should be the end of the dream right? right?

wrong!! because my brain hates me and wants to put me through MORE torture, for some reason instead of just getting on a boat to the mainland and finding somewhere Not Full Of Hammers to celebrate, we fucking go to the reception! for some reason!! and inexplicably, so does the entire Hammer family. It’s a nice party, the vibes are BAD but the food remains excellent the drinks are frighteningly expensive and the decor is tasteful if a little bleak, we’re sitting very awkwardly at the Big Table completely surrounded by Hammers and Armie is still holding the fucking Book for some reason, I’m trying not to look too frightened so i can make sure dream-ex is okay, i give us plenty of excuses to leave but dream-ex steps on every one of them, insisting on staying in the Hammer Zone. We do try to stay around her small number of guests though, spending time with her parents, answering lots of bewildered questions about how the fuck this happened, generally avoiding the Hammers as much as possible who for some reason DO NOT LEAVE. I dunno i guess it’s their island so whatever but if i were Armie Hammer and my fiancee ran out on me and then stole my wedding and claimed squatters rights to stay there I think I’d just go home???? maybe that’s just me but I’d definitely bounce if I were the Collected Hammers.

Oh right another awkward wrinkle— dream-ex is an astronaut in this dream right, so she’s been back from the ISS for a while now, and part of why she was getting married at all is because either the following day or two days later or something she was either going back up to the ISS for another shift up there or maybe to the moon??? i remember people mentioning the moon, but i dunno because like, they dont stay on the moon forever, doesnt seem like astronauts stay on the moon for even a full day, so it’s not like a Getting Shipped Out To War thing where you get married before you go because you might not come back and if you do youll be gone a while thing, right?? it’s a moon visit not a moon stay, right??? i think???? but from my memory people kept bringing up the damn moon so i gotta assume it was a moon trip even if that doesnt make a lot of sense to me. I dunno near the end of the dream is where i forget a lot of it. but yeah so she’s getting asked questions about the moon, I’m getting death glares from the family and sniffing my food for poison, we both look fantastic, she’s kind of getting tired of me hovering around making sure she’s alright which isnt a great sign for the marriage but yknow what it’s been a long day no reason to read too far into it.

Eventually, I take a little smoke break because she seems like shes getting overwhelmed by me being there, and I call a different ex of mine (one who i actually talk to in real life as opposed to dream-wife-ex who i havent spoken to irl in like four years minimum) to complain about the Hammers because hahahaaaa they never got to do the ceremonyyyy so i wasnt sworn to secrecy about their boooooook naa naa na boo boo.

And that’s the whole saga. i don’t remember what happened after that but i think i woke up pretty soon after. weird fucking dream.

but yeah if any fancy dream interpreters wanna tell me what the fuck any of THAT means do let me know.

#regret posting #that was way longer than i intended it to be when i decided to type it up. #i dunno whyyy my subconscious decided the hammers had to be a weird vaguely antisemitic trope in my dream but here we are. #brains are fucked up i guess. #im seriously considering calling dream-ex simply because its funny as fuck to me but thats a TERRIBLE idea #i cant explain a lot of this but i do know damn well that she does NOT want to talk to me 😆😆 #cant stop thinking about armie hammers genuinely cool shoes tho #they were all electric blue #i think they were leather too #so its blue leather blue soles blue inside fabric blue trim all blue everything including the laces #but tbh i doubt he earned them aint no way armie hammer killed a cop #regret dreaming