#god some of my neighbors are dumpster fires

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Into the Breach'

Sorry, been busy with work and life and so has Doug.

Now, let's get onto the next episode, 'Into the Breach'.

CW: Pretty chill, by Doug's standards.

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Episode 13: ''Johnny Cash would be Proud''

Welp, sometimes, you gotta go where you’re wanted. And for Little Orphan Blondie, she’s back at the Museum of Science and Industry, now doing shitty puzzles with the Jedi babies. I really do hope Gun Safety Muppet sat on one of his own guns after that bullshit, hate that blue puppet fucker. 

At least the little pink girl got to keep her souvenir doll from the gift shop that Stepsister Beth . I hope these babies are going around and stealing from the storage. I would. 

Church Lady left these guys in a shitty parking lot. Ha! Time waits for no man and she’s got a potluck with Sassy Park Ranger to prep for. 

Aw hell yeah! My boy Toaster Strudel showing up in a stolen work van. And Daddy Warcrimes and his boyfriend MBA Rob are wondering if there’s yet another sobbing family stuffed in the trunk they can ransom once they cross the border. Never change, you two. 

God MBA Rob looks and TALKS just like my asshole nephew. Ugh. “Do you think I’m lying?” “Yes!” 

Wow, Daddy Warcrimes and Julio ain’t taking no one’s shit. My boys!

Toaster Strudel even went into the Empire’s dumpster and yanked out an imperial uniform and forcing MBA Rob’s scruffy ass into it. Or maybe he hooked up with one and stole his clothes. Didn’t take Toaster Strudel for that but hey I don’t judge, that’s for Jesus and your God to do now ya know. 

(“Wait, that Echo likes dudes?”

“No, that he steals from people he’s banged. Come on now Meat Muffin, why you gotta be prejudiced and stuff, we got laws now, ain’t you seen Brokeback Mountain?”)

Oh, Stepsister Beth is on the struggle bus. Come ON, Stepsister Beth, start chatting with some of those other clones can get these babies out of here! Why all the male scientists got them windowless van mustaches? 

Scientist with bangs is a real bitch. Don’t like her. 

Look at Little Orphan Blondie plotting her way out of the Museum of Science and Industry! 

Oooh my boys going all Johnny Cash with the BLACK! Love it! And MBA Rob trimmed his ass down, looks like My Wife’s First Love in Star Trek, gotta give it to him, good look.

(“I’m assuming that’s Will Riker?”

“Yeah, Captain Picard’s Number 1.”

“Why not call him Riker since you know who he is?”

“My wife told me I’m not allowed.”

“....I’m not asking anymore.”)

MBA Rob’s super power is being a wild asshole. Ya know, that’s not always a bad thing. Man, he’s good at this. Ah, there’s Daddy Rambo shooting Stormtrooper dingbats and Toaster Strudel doing a thing. 

There’s Julio checking out the ladies on his cell phone. Wonder which lady he’s texting, lay that pipe where you can, brother. 

Is Toaster Strudel wearing jeans? Oh who cares–look at my boy kicking ass! Being all 007! Man, hope Alex-from-Manitoba is watching from heaven, proud of his boy! 

(Alex-from-Manitoba is Fives?!)

Julio fires up the stolen work truck, and off they go! Will they make it? Will they make it?! Come on, Daddy Rambo! Turn on some Folsom Prison Blues, you got this! 

Even Daddy Warcrimes knows that Toaster Strudel’s on it. No wonder they gotta sideline Toaster Strudel like this, when he comes on shift everything works. Dang. 

Woah! There they go! My boys! And Little Orphan Blondie! Woah! 

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Tagging my Cajun neighbor's fans! @skellymom @megmca @amalthiaph @cdblake1565 @sued134 @isthereanechoinhere96

#tbb #cloneforce99 #the bad batch #thebadbatch #redneck doug #cajun doug #doug watches star wars #the bad batch spoilers #star wars tv #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #tbb spoilers season 3 #the bad batch season 3 #tbb rampart #tbb s3 #toaster strudel!

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

What are some background hcs you have for Harley Quinn?

Harley Quinn Background

ooo alright here we go! Pay attention to trigger warning especially this time, my loves, her story gets very dark at one point.

TW: physically abusive relationships, child death, violence

Harleen Quinzel was born to a very respectable upper middle class family in Brooklyn. For the most part it was a fairly normal upbringing. Dad always worked a bit too late, parents had very high expectations for her- ADHD that wouldn't be diagnosed until she was well into adulthood.

The problems came as she got older and her parents made it clear they wanted certain... oddities from their daughter to be curbed in. She'd always been a little wild, with some unique ideas on what it meant to be a lady. Tutus on dumpster truck toys she traded from the neighbors older brother for a candy bar. They would enroll her in gymnastic classes to get out that extra energy and verbally correct the rest of it.

Pick and pull and pluck at someone's personality enough and they'll bury it so far down it would take cadaver dogs to bring it back up.

By the time she was eighteen, her parents had successfully reined her in to be respectable and more than slightly neurotic. Masking galore despite not even knowing the term yet, full ride for a psychology degree paid by family savings, and a desperate need to please.

The last would only amplify as she went through her bachelor's then her doctorate... Failed romantic relationships because the moment people saw a fraction of the real her, it was too much. Or her parents disapproved.

In truth, she never should have been allowed to be Joker's psychologist. But it was earlier in grand scheme of things. Before Arkham required pre-interviews for anyone working with Joker. And the weekly check-ins.

The way he slithered into her heart with fake sob-stories of his childhood itself should have been criminal. Encouraged her to just be herself around him when no one else did. Soft touches on her hand when they pass by each other in the room or the halls.

Over the course of several months, Joker changed her. Convinced her he was the only one who truly understood her. That if she could just do one tiny little thing for him, she could be his forever... She was fired shortly after someone caught her kissing him on the cheek.

The gymnastic classes ended up coming in handy with her new criminal career as she broke him out of Arkham. A flip and a jump and some flexibility as she avoided the many cameras of the building. By the time anyone knew she was in the building with her costume on, it was far too late. Joker was free with his new partner Harley Quinn, named after the comedy character archetype.

She would be an essential part of her lover growing even bigger than ever before. Harley even came up with the concepts for Joker Venom :) both lethal and nonlethal versions.

The physical and psychological abuse started shortly after. It got to a point she started thinking of the Bobo Doll Experiment. It's fine! Hit her, stab her, kick her, she'll always bounce right back! Wobbling until she comes back upright to start all over again.

Somewhere between years of breaking up and getting back together again, covered in bruises, Harley meets Poison Ivy. From the first heist together, they get on like a house fire except for one thing: Pamela despises Joker and how he treats Harley.

She helps Harley pack her stuff every time they break up. Tries to convince her every time not to go back. Offers her to stay permanently and help build the crib when Harley finds out she's pregnant. She goes back.

Pamela is there to pick Harley up out of the god awful club he left her in. She "fell down the stairs" of the place and, from what Poison Ivy could see, hit every step and hand-railing on the way down. In hospital they found out Harley lost the baby.

The only thing that stopped Poison Ivy from killing the Joker herself was the idea that Harley might not ever fully forgive her. However, that didn't stop her from beating him within an inch of his life and dipping his feet into the acid of her giant pitcher plants. Her words, "If you ever hurt her again, I will watch my babies eat you alive."

The next time Pamela sees Harleen, Harley has already made the decision that this time was the last time. And that Poison Ivy is her soulmate. Romantic or not, that will depend upon HCs.

Harley has to learn how to love herself all over again. The real her. Not the version her parents wanted her to be. Or the version that man manipulated her to be. With new friends at her side and her opening up, she figures out how to hold her head high and be her delightfully weird self.

In this time she ends up evolving into more of an antihero that dances the lines. Dyed hair, charms attached to her belt buckles, stickers on her mallet and a wide toothy grin. She's diagnosed with ADHD and PTSD during one of her stints in Arkham post-Joker.

Many years into the future she and Batman will have something of a friendly alliance. And he'll tell her how proud he is at how far she's come. Yes, she cries and hugs him, to his awkward Dad-patting.

#harley quinn #Harleen Quinzel #foxwriting

[thelovelylolly]

Howdy! Can I request a platonic headcanon between a teen!s/o and Matt Murdock? Basically this teen likes doing parkour late at night despite the dangers, but one night they ended up in a wrong place and wrong time when they witness some kind of mafia movement and also Daredevil was there as well. And basically this becames a whole survival game of cat and mouse, the plot I'll gave it to you cause I'm not good in imagining one, if you can make this if is not a bother that is. Thank you for reading this though!

Hardcore Parkour

Summary : One night during your usual parkour adventures, you see something that you didn't expect to see. Warnings : None that I can think of :) Notes : This is such a fun idea, I love it! Thank you for requesting it! I did write it kinda late at night and in one go because i wanted to get this out as soon as i could for you, so excuse any typos or anything of the sort!

Ever since you saw the trends of parkour online, you were immediately hooked. You studied the videos and taught yourself how to do it. You started off just on the roof of your aunt's apartment building. Simple flips and jumps and such.

As you improved more and more, you ventured off into your neighborhood of Hell's Kitchen. It started with going to your neighboring rooftops then to the alleyways between buildings as well. Soon enough, you were jumping from building to building, alley to alley. You'd say you were pretty good at parkour, matching the professionals in the videos almost.

But with school and responsibilities and your overbearing aunt, you could only parkour at night. Or at least, parkour around Hell's Kitchen at night.

You knew it was dangerous. You had heard about the crazy high crime rates in Hell's Kitchen and you heard about Daredevil, but you didn't really care. The chance of you running into Daredevil and crime is so small.

Though, it's still a chance.

"I'll be back soon, love ya!" You called as you left your aunt's apartment.

"Be safe!" You heard your aunt call back as you closed the door.

You smiled before running up to the roof top. The sun was set and the nightlife of Hell's Kitchen had emerged. You zipped up your hoodie and made sure your shoes were tied. With a running start, you jumped to the next building over with a flip.

You continued your way down the block then jumped down some fire escapes to get into the alleyway system. You jogged around to the next block and started to climb up the side of the building until you heard something.

It was muffled so you crept closer, carefully moving against the brick wall until you were at it's corner.

"L-listen I can p-pay you back! J-just give me-"

"You've had enough time, pal. We've given you three extensions and that wasn't enough."

Loan sharks, praying on an innocent person. It made you sick to think that people would harm others just for money, or even for fun.

"I think you pay us back now or you can pay with something a little more," the man paused and guns clicking echoed through the alleyway, "vauable."

You gasped as you peered around the corner, only to realize how loud it was. You clamped your hand over your mouth.

"What was that?"

"Someone was watching us, sir."

"Don't just stand there, go find them!"

You took off running with the loan sharks on your tail. You ran through the system, the maze of alleyways in hopes you could lose them. You ran into a dead end, or what anyone else would see as a dead end.

The tall fence was easily a foot taller than you. Luckily, there was a dumpster beside it so you backed up a few steps. You ran and jumped up on the dumpster before jumping over the fence. The loansharks turned the corner as soon as you got over the fence.

You stopped to listen to make sure they wouldn't follow you. Instead a thud followed by groans and grunts came from over the fence. You waited, and quiet fell upon the alley way. You watched as a figure jumped over the fence just like you did. But you recognized the suit.

Daredevil.

"Oh my god," you muttered.

"Kid-"

You didn't even give him the chance to speak before running away. He groaned and followed you. You ran around back to your block and to a random fire escape. He kept following you, but he paused as you scaled the building. When you reached the top, you flipped on to it.

He kept an ear on you as he climbed up another fire escape in hopes of catching you off guard. He followed the sound of you quick steps and jumps as you went from building to building.

Finally, he reached the top of the building he was climbing. He tilted his head to the side before jumping to the building next to him.

You thought you had lost Daredevil as you jumped to your apartment building. That was until he jumped over and tackled you.

You wiggled out of his protective grip but instead of running away again, you stood there. "Why are you following me?" You asked.

"Because you're a kid out, jumping around the streets at night! Do you understand how dangerous that is?" He replied, stepping closer.

"What are you, my dad? I don't need someone watching over me as I do what I want!"

"You got chased down by loan sharks tonight! They had guns, they could've killed you."

"But they didn't," you answered, sticking your hands in your pockets. You turned and walked to the door that led inside, but he grabbed your arm and spun you around.

"You need to be safer. I don't care if you keep jumping around, but not when there are criminals walking aorund," he said, your arm still in your grip.

"Let me go, dude. I'm not some little kid who needs a babysitter!"

You pulled your arm away from him and opened the door.

"Just be safe, okay?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Daredevil," you answered, with a fake little salute. You closed the door behind you and walked down to your aunt's apartment. You opened the door and walked in.

"How was your run, honey?" You aunt asked as you locked the door behind you.

"It was fine. I ran into this weird guy though," you said as you took off your hoodie and walked to your room.

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"No, auntie, he didn't do anything. He was wearing a stupid costume though."

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fanfiction #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil fanfiction

[emilyharmonia]

...it’s 23:30 and this dude in a golf cart just drove through our dead-quiet neighborhood screaming “WHITE POW E R! WHITE PO W E  R” at the top of his lungs

am I awake? am I having a stroke

how is this real lmao

#dude shuddup #u suck #I'm...kinda glad there are so many cameras and shit bc I might ask around and find out exactly who in this neighborhood I should avoid #right up there with Mr ZZ sticker red truck who yelled the f-slur at me and sped away #my back was to him and I was wearing a hoodie and shorts + I had a pixie cut by then so for all I know he really thought I was a boy??? #makes it about a thousand times worse lmao #this place is a mess #it says something when one of the better encounters with a stranger in my neighborhood ended in me getting fcin groped lmao #and one of the worst was the neighborhood fb moderator fckign DOXXING ME in response to someone going ''I keep seeing this teenager with #blue hair and thigh highs does just walking around does anyone know if she has a home to go to?'' #god some of my neighbors are dumpster fires #some are nice though! like Portugese Grandma whose name I don't know but she's always got a smile and a friendly wave and she loves walking #and Tristan and Natalie! on independence day I walked by their driveway and long story short Natalie and I watched anime #and drank hard seltzer and talked about potential group cosplays we could do #and Miss Sherry who I bonded w over feeding the ducks at the park bc she raised four and released them there and now feeds them daily banana #or the man on the bike who wanted to make sure I wasn't actually homeless and didn't need any resources (!!!) #and just all the friends I've made here!!! life changing stuff that I wouldn't trade for the world #I care about all of them ;A; #y'know what??? I'm ending this post on a positive note mAY THE UNIVERSE BLESS ALL OF MY FRIENDS!!! I SEND THEM MY LOVE #AAA #~ #oh my god I wrote a tag novel I'm sorry I just needed to remember some nice stuff about this place I guess #universe pls bless my friends now

[grimmichibigbang]

Soot Sprites

Kurosaki Ichigo is a young med student who moves out of the city to a more rural area. Over the course of a year, he learns that spirits and demons exist and even influence the world around him. One of them catches his eye, he tells himself it's nothing. But when the borders of the Spirit World are about to be closed off, he fights tooth and nail to stop it from happening. ​

Written by:  @carnivorousmossbeast Edited by: @ksp_art Cover Art by: @reineydraws Page Art by: @gizaart, @chujellies & @reineydraws​

Rating: Mature | Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Demons, this is me poking a stick at Japanese folklore and hoping it doesn't sting, oni Grimm, Human Ichigo, OR IS HE, who knows - Freeform, I Was Drunk When I Wrote This, i also wrote this instead of sleeping, it is beta'd, I still die by my own sword, as is my god given right, the author regrettably knows nothing about Japanese folklore or architecture, this comes with art!!, Big Bang Challenge, GrimmIchi Big Bang 2021, it is 2021 isn't it, Humor, Fluff, gratuitious pining, it smells like like boreal forest in here, Idiots in Love, They are stupid your honor, there's only one braincell in this universe and guess who never saw it even once, that is correct it is Grimmjow and Ichigo, My Neighbor Totoro AU, tonari no totoro AU, blink and you'll miss it self-insert, crack in some parts, the author found its humor in a dumpster fire, the perilous adventures of dumbchigo and grimmidiot ​

Words: 49730 |  Chapters: 11/11 |  Language: English | Published: 2021-12-09 | Completed: 2021-12-09

#grimmichibigbang2021 #grimmichi #Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez #Kurosaki Ichigo #bleach fanfiction

[tempural]

More oc octobers I neglected to upload here. These are my main characters. The original universe was based on rock and metal genres, but it's expanded to encompass basically every mundane character I've created in other cities. Get ready for some longass explanations.

80's-90's rock OCs:

PUSSYWHIP: Los Angeles. shock rock, cock rock, glam punk. Formed from the ashes of THE PENETRATORS when Vicky was kicked out for being an insane control freak. Vicky VD on backing vox and lead guitar, Angus is puppeteered as the "frontman" on rhythm guitar and vox. Eddie "Dirty Sanchez" is the deadman on bass. Skeets on drums.

THE PENETRATORS: Los Angeles. arena rock, cock rock, pop metal. Originally formed with Vicky on guitar, he was replaced with Benny and Jet after the spaghetti incident. Soon after, their sound went more radio-friendly and they found more success than Vicky's future ventures. Jizzy on Vox, Johnny on rhythm guitar. Benny "Donut" and Jet on lead and rhythm guitar. Jack on drums.

ANGELRAPER: Tampa, Florida. speed/thrash/death metal. This ill-named band was created by Tomathan when he was in high school track with Ricky and Alexi. He couldn't think of anything more sacreligious than an angel who assaults the children of god. They're still more of a garage band than a serious endeavor, but they have fun in the storage shed they call a practice room. Tommy "Angelraper" on vox and bass. Alexi "Corpsehumper" on guitar. Ricky "Pretty Ricky" "Tacofucker" (it was late and a dare ok) on drums.

90's mundane guys:

Prophet and Priest. Prophet used to be a musician in the 70's-80's. He was injured in an accident (hairspray, fire), and became very depressed and traumatized. Stopped making music. When Priest was a kid, he was Prophet's biggest fan. Now he's all grown up with a job n' shit, and he finds his favorite musician living in a dumpster next to his workplace. Homosexuality and cult-like brainwashing ensues. Nice!

2000's mundane guys:

Ollie and Basile and Liv. Boston, Brookyln, or San Francisco depending on my mood. Ollie and Liv are the same person in different bodies. Basile is their grouchy neighbor. You should know them by now. You can read more about them on my site.

Bobert and Chad. San Francisco. They go to SFSU and room together. Bobert works at Urban Outfitters, dresses as an 80's goth (he was born in the wrong decade dammit!!!) and is a creative writing major who writes erotic fanfiction as a hobby. Chad is a computer science major. They don't understand each other much, but they're good friends.

Ye Olde Dayz

Witchhunter and Witch. Somewhere in olde Germany. The witchhunter killed the witch's family. The witch reprogrammed him and repurposed his body to serve her. The witch is a necromancer whose power is drawn from her own blood, but her young body doesn't hold enough blood to revive her family into horrible undead minions yet. The witchhunter was eventually reborn as Bobert in its next life.

I forgot what tags I use for my own characters on this blog, so I'll tag 'em all.

#metal ocs #drawn #oc october #penetrators #pussywhip #angelraper #bobert #witchhunter #ollie n basile #liv #vicky vd #angus #sanchez #skeets #tomathan #corpsehumper #alexi #taco #ricky #jack #jizzy #donut n jet #johnny #prophet n priest

[godziiwa]

HAIKYU AO3 FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS

please, before reading any of this fanfics read the hashtags! also, all the credits to the authors! enjoy

MY FANFICS:

i bet you look god on the dance flor (2100 words, club, dancing, iwa’s birthday, just fluff. confessions)

this house is a circus (2300 words, on going, covid, quarantine together)

you probably couldn't see for the lights but you were staring straight at me (10k, college au, drugs, first meetings)

right now im working on a demon slayer au and nascar/racing au

IWAOI 

you're looking like you fell in love tonight (fake dating au, 35k words)

conquering the great king (so much smut, 105k words)

only for the weekend (fake dating, 34k words)

say my name (one shot, literally this is only smut, 2700 words)

new phone who dis (texting, so funny 57k words,)

waiting in the stars (bodyswap, 116k words)

rich boy, poor boy (107k words)

coffee king (coffee au, 187k words)

arrest me, officer (police au, this fanfic is so good and so funny pls read it, 122k words)

what you came for (police iwa, personally my favorite iwaoi fanfic, 108k words)

trial by fire (lawyers au, so good, 76k words)

mind reader (iwa can read minds, 40k)

lockdown (prison au, everybody is a criminal expect karasuno, 72k words)

press "1" to get a call from your drunk best friend (funny, one shot, drunk iwa)

six month lover (89k, pining, this one is SO good)

it's lonely on Jupiter (122k, iwa is an alien, college)

lacrimae (22k, I'm sorry this is literally only smut, but soooooooo good)

I choose you (soulmate au, 9000 words)

build me a temple (this one is really good, god oikawa, 39k words, its like read a ghibli movie)

to be first, to be best (26k, so good)

the courtship ritual of the Hercules battle (future fic, so good, 66k)

they say it rains diamonds on jupiter (iwa pines, 35k)

UPDATED 9/03/21

the panty dropper (band au, 21k)

antithesis (10k)

tokyo boy (16k)

lucky number 13 (12+1 things, 17k)

kireji (police oikawa, 11k)

I sure hope that the sun got rhythm ('cause he gonna dance when that music hit'm) (dance au, 28k)

never just acting with you (actor oikawa, roadtrip, 45k)

the loyalty of a traitor (yakuza boss oikawa, GREAT FIC, 77k)

shining so bright (9000 words)

fall line (this one is so cute, strangers to lovers, 21k)

silver tongue (office au, SUPER FUNNY, 10k)

I know when you're around ('cause i know the sound of your heart) (coffe shop au, 17k)

new flame (sugar daddy iwa, THIS ONE IS SO GOOD AND SO FLUFFY, 58k, on going)

we’re going home (6000 words)

the best best (domestic fluff, 12k)

all kinds of winners (this is only smut but its so good)

dinner and a movie (fake dating, 11k)

its not love, probably (7000 words)

mint (18k)

as close as you need (8000 words)

piece of cake  (baker iwa 15k)

good vibrations (only smut but inmaculate) 

tooru’s toil and trouble (soulamate au, 11k)

dear diary, i met a boy (he made my dull heart light up with joy) (pining, 15k)

cotton breathing (sumer lovin, 15k)

all the words of time and space (online friends, 46k)

get ripped, get laid (personal trainer iwa, 13k)

desperado (thieves, heist fic, 82k)

as much as i do (oisuga fake dating, 42k)

have mercy on me (hanahaki, 10k)

yellow white red (camellia/gardenia) (flower shop au, 9000) 

UPDATED 17/6/21

one for two (3700 words, smut, sex toys)

good together (1120 words, smut)

kotov syndrome (50k detective au)

ambus (1900 words, smut)

soft wool, agile fingers (knitting au 11k)

i’d marry you in a dumpster (or in your room) (2600 words, love conffesions)

storm warning (10k post-graduation)

no sex for you in a really long time (3600 words, public sex)

of moonlight and covens (20k, ritual sex, sabrina au)

undechiperable (4800 words, love conffesions)

tips on how to get with your crush (7500 words, mutual pining)

phone home (6500 astronaut oikawa)

amicus curiae (43k, lawerys au, SO GOOD!!!)

boy like you (2200 words, strip tease)

till lies do us part (50k mr & mrs smith au)

bet i can (1800 words, smut)

don’t let me go (20k, pining, ftl)

make a wish (7400, iwaizumi’s birthday)

rule number two: just don’t get attached to) (20k, detective au, SO GOOD)

you find me in a hospital bed (11k, hospital au but without angst)

driving me crazy (17k, smut with plot)

baby you might need a seat belt (11k time skip smut)

i’ll never feel whole (19k, roommates)

synaisthesis (14k, violinst oikawa and pianist iwa, this is so good a deserves more, please read)

in the business of love (22k, fake dating) 

some fools rush in (7800 words fake dating)

i’ve been missing you for a long time (7300 words, fluff)

a little sweetness (2600 words)

breath in (5800 words, drugs)

hell mision (22k bodyguard iwa)

a coffe shop’s acoustics (23k coffe shop au and musician oikawa)

relationship thing (25, different first meeting)

fuck ups and hook ups (13k, ne night stands, smut with plot)

kissing both (1700, kissing both)

we might be (37k)

places (15k)

inside, this place is warm (6500 words, established relationship)

betrayal (2400, love conffesions)

meant to be (6000 words, college au)

galaxies, within you (21k college au)

kiss me on the mouth and set me free (18k mutual pining)

i’m no poet (4000 words, love conffesions, THIS IS SO SWEET)

the prince of yakuza (8000 yakuza smut)

just friends (6000 words friends with benefits)

misconceptions (5000 words, 5+1 things)

balustrade (10k, neighbors)

made of our longest days (4000 words, love conffesions)

burning heart (7000 words, firefighter iwa)

i want you, i’ll hope you’ll come to me (15k to all the boys au)

walking the dog (11k)

routine (2900 words)

terrarium (11k, THIS IS SO GOOD PLEASE READ)

fake it till you make it (12k youtubers au)

yours for the weekend (14k, actor oikawa)

we shine like diamonds (26k homophobia)

i shure hope that guy gets fired (29k, time-loop)

15 minutes (17k)

lips likes sugar (8000 words, practing kissing)

in this same space (23k, cosplayer oikawa and doujinka iwa)

thirty years and change (19k, future fic)

焦がれて怖くなる [I yearn for you so much that I'm getting scared] (4800 words, hanakotoba)

trouble with texting (12k texting)

salt water (8000 words)

the stars in your eyes (5350 words love confessions) 

it takes seven days (26k bakery au)

from your mortal enemy (11k, 5+1 things)

conqueror of hearts (29k royalty au)

stranger danger (14k texting college au)

the bachelor (16k the bachelor au)

my heart is where it’s always been (21k)

rise (12k, college au)

sleeping habits (6000 words)

KAGEHINA

blinding problem (hinata pines, 220k words)

I like the way your clothes smell (canonverse, 75k words)

dial (phone sex, the smut is immaculate, personally one of my favorites, 103k words)

I can do better (canonverse, 45k words)

deadly (this fanfic is so good please you have to read it, laundry au, 42k words)

the job (this is personally my favorite, you MUST read it, 61k words)

the crown and the crow (soulmate au)

happy birthday, idiot (fluff, canonverse, 31k)

love biscuits (fluff, humor, hinata is a vet)

something old and something new (this one is very cute, canonverse, 17k)

UPDATED 09/03/21

open 24 hours (smut, food kink, 11k)

sweet tooth (11k)

perfecting the latte heart (coffe shop au, 31k)

routine (29k, cam boy hinata)

that's it for now, I'll be updating once in a while

#haikyu #iwaoi fanfic #kagehina fanfic #haikyu fanfics #haikyu fanfic recommendation #haikyuu fic recs

[grimmichi-ao3-feed]

[New AO3 Fic!] Soot Sprites

by Mossbeast

Kurosaki Ichigo is a young med student who moves out of the city to a more rural area. Over the course of a year, he learns that spirits and demons exist and even influence the world around him. One of them catches his eye, he tells himself it's nothing. But when the borders of the Spirit World are about to be closed off, he fights tooth and nail to stop it from happening.

Words: 49730, Chapters: 11/11, Language: English

Fandoms: Bleach

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Kurosaki Ichigo, Urahara Kisuke, Shihouin Yoruichi, Aizen Sousuke, Komamura Sajin, Tousen Kaname, Benihime (Bleach), Hollow Ichigo | Zangetsu, Unohana Retsu, Hirako Shinji, Zaraki Kenpachi, Kusajishi Yachiru, I'm probably forgetting half the cast, Abarai Renji, Madarame Ikkaku, Shiba Kaien, Shiba Isshin

Relationships: Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Demons, this is me poking a stick at Japanese folklore and hoping it doesn't sting, oni Grimm, Human Ichigo, OR IS HE, who knows - Freeform, I Was Drunk When I Wrote This, i also wrote this instead of sleeping, it is beta'd, I still die by my own sword, as is my god given right, the author regrettably knows nothing about Japanese folklore or architecture, this comes with art!!, Big Bang Challenge, GrimmIchi Big Bang 2021, it is 2021 isn't it, Humor, Fluff, gratuitious pining, it smells like like boreal forest in here, Idiots in Love, They are stupid your honor, there's only one braincell in this universe and guess who never saw it even once, that is correct it is Grimmjow and Ichigo, My Neighbor Totoro AU, tonari no totoro AU, blink and you'll miss it self-insert, crack in some parts, the author found its humor in a dumpster fire, the perilous adventures of dumbchigo and grimmidiot

Read it now on AO3!

#grimmichi #ao3-feed

[queerticulate]

oh thank god, I'm sick of having American news, please tell me about your country, I'm legit asking them all because anyway if try to choose I will end up choosing half the ask game, you don't have to answer them all, but feel free to do so :D

Oh my god... so apparently Tumblr's notification system for asks isn't great and I didn't find out about this until now. It seems to relate back to this post: https://queerticulate.tumblr.com/post/634805289897639936/hi-im-not-from-the-us-ask-set I'm doing a random number generator to pick some questions from the list to talk about.

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language? For me that is "kut" - which translates to "cunt" but is used in a very different way. The English version seems to be used to devalue a particular woman. In Dutch it's more used in the way "that sucks" or "oh shit" are used. A fun fact related to this topic is that my country stands out for being big on swearing with diseases. Pretty acceptable are "tyfus" (typhoid) and "k'lere" (cholera). In recent years however "kanker" (cancer) because most popular, while also being widely disputed as many people have seen a lost one suffer/die from that disease and thus find it hurtful.

24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country? When I was a kid it was Belgium - for the general 'our neighbors are dumb' stuff. Both then and now a popular choice has also been Germany. Some of the jokes are relatively harmless, commenting on actual cultural differences. Some of them seem to (unknowingly) refer back to Nazi Germany however (the joke about how all of their language is headless shouting for example) and those bother me. Our countries are besties now (we even fucked our daylight hours bc we wanted to share a timezone with them), but there is a complicated history there. The Netherlands wanted to stay neutral throughout WWII (as they did during WWI), but got quickly invaded and taken over by Nazi Germany. During most of the war our country was simply occupied. There were factions which were all too glad to join the Nazi ideology (hence why there is almost no Jewish community in our country :'() and another faction constantly organized a secret resistance. When the war was over not only were Nazis punished, but also everyone who was deemed to have been too friendly with Germans (women who were thought to have been involved with a German were dragged into the street and publicly humiliated). In recent years - I would say around the time Trump got elected - America also became a popular target for jokes, mostly expressing the disbelief about how much of a dumpster fire it seems to be over there. 3. does your country have access to sea? Yes! The entire Western and Northern borders are made up by the sea. On the Western end this is the North Sea, and on the Northern end there is a special patch of sea between the Nothern most part of the main land and the islands. It's called the Wadden Sea. It's included in the UNESCO World Heritage list. What makes it so special is that during low tide large parts of it dry up, making it technically possible to walk from the main land to the islands. Another interesting fact is that large parts of our country - certainly the parts where most important commerce take place - are situated below sea level. Our ancestors must have been stubborn people, as they learned to protect the land from being taken by the sea. My country has become really good at that and now has an international reputation of being the guys to hire if you want to fight off the sea. We've become so good at it in fact, that we turned a third piece of sea we had access to into a lake, and then raised an entire province there. Yep, between the 1940s and 1960s it was just decided it would be nice to have some more land, so it was just goddamn made? It's the largest manmade island in the world now.

#sorry for responding so so late #i did really have fun with these #asks #the netherlands #culture and history #what do y'all think should i become a tour guide?

[valatheapprentice]

Echoes of the Past

Brought to us by @arcana-echoes

Vala Quintus

Hometown

Vala was born as Princess Alexandra Cirillo in the kingdom of Sparta. She wasn't allowed to go out into the kingdom. The few times her hand maiden would allow her to sneak out, shed find herself in a rowdier part. Despite being loud and reckless, they seemed to be very mindful and playful with her. She ran away at 6 and came to Vesuvia, where she was adopted and lived a fairly normal childhood in a nice neighborhood

Parents (mentions abuse)

Her birth parents were very cordial at best. They were very patriotic, proud and loving of their kingdom. When their son, valas older brother, was born, they loved him about as much. Years go by and they make a deal with the devil. Im exchange of their children's magic, he would be sure sparta lived on forever and that their children would go down in history. Since their son had no magick and an only child then, they agreed. A few years go by and they give birth to vala. While they loved her at first. That changed the moment she displayed magical abilities. With fear of the devil and magick being outlawed and detested , they would lock her in a cellar and place shackles on her to prevent her using said magic. By age three, Centaurs had threatened the kingdom. In exchange for being left alone, her parents agreed to let her be taken from time to time to entertain them, beating and r*ping her when they had gotten drunk. At this point they had seen her as more of an object and annoyance. When she ran away, war broke out and they died in that war.

Her adoptive parents were a lot different. They found her on the beach and took her in, despite originally not wanting kids. With nightmares and being former royalty (now kept secret) came behavior issues they had to help her overcome. They were extremely patient but stern. They gave her a fun and warm home and she lived 9 years as a fairly normal and happy child until her mother died when she was 15. She learned to cook and got her sense of humor from them. They signed her up for belly dance lessons, which she uses along woth her root work. Which they encouraged her into practicing.

Magick

She first showed signs of magick at age 2, but didn't really know it. As she got older she realized she could do things but was quickly punished for doing them. Once she was able to harness her power, she realized she was strongest with fire and chaos magick. She found some travelers and learned root work and conjuring from them. Which she continued researching and practicing after they left. She also has a strong connections to spirits and works/talks to them often

Education

She was heavily tutored as a princess, forced to learn Italian, and law despite being told she could never amount to anything due to her duties. In Vesuvia, she attended a public school until she dropped out at 15. Due to her love of dance and her Magick type, choir and science were her favorite subjects

The "aunt"

In her teens, she had been in trouble with the law frequently. Once she got back on her feet, she found qnd abandoned home and more or less squatted in it. She fixed it up with asras and her dads help and turned it into her shop "Magick and Mayhem". As soon as they started getting business, she was able to pay rent for it. The police she dealt with before let her slide of some formalities so they can keep seeing her stay out of trouble

Friends

In Sparta, her only friend was her handmaidens son, whom she rarely played with. In vesuvia, she had a habit of befriending colorful characters. One she was close to before she dropped out happened to be the daughter of a crime boss, Stella (another oc and LI for valerius)

Occupation (mentions substance abuse)

She dropped out of school after becoming dependent on drugs and entering an abusive relationship with her dealer. Despite helping forgive his debt in unsavory ways, she learned /some/ business skills through selling for him after a few years, such as negotiations.

Familiar

Her familiar is a possum named Arthur. She found him in a box labeled "free kitty" and couldn't resist. They are able to communicate and heal eachother. Hes able to sense peoples energy and his reactions can be seen as a warning for her. Together, they can manipulate the energy in anyone and anything. Its just a matter of if the want to or should

First loves (mentions abuse)

She had one love before meeting asra. Pete Uchiha (street name Ocho) was her dealer turned boyfriend when she was 15. Despite the good times she clung to and being too young to know better, he mentally, physically, and sexually abused her and forced her into dealing for him and attacking people who owed him. After 2 years of his paranoia and control. She met asra when he was homeless and a thief. They quickly went from being friends to facing an affair.

Cuisines

Growing up with her new family, her dad absolutely loves making chili and spicy beer chicken. While she could eat those everyday, she and her mom loved anything involving shrimp and gyros.

Defining moment (mentions substance abuse, attempted suicide, and crimes)

While she was considerate of others and wanted to be nice to everyone, she had little foresight, no impulse control, and often just thought of herself. The moment that really made her change her life was when she was 19. She had discovered she she could make any surface become soft and safe to land on. So she, Pete, and mutual friends would go onto a roof top, get high And basically fall into a dumpster. This went on for years until one day, her friend jumped and missed the spot, killing him. Once she realized what happened she was grief and guilt stricken and tried to overdose. Luckily, she was found and taken to the hospital where she started to detox. Later on she was arrested for manslaughter but was released on probation. That was the moment she realized she couldn't live like that. Pete was put on jail, she broke things off, and swore to never get high again and makeup for every wrong shes everyone, or try, since she finds herself responsible for the war as well. Still is and always will be, impulsive though

Holidays

She is a pagan, worshipping the Greeks gods (patron is Hermes, arcana is judgement). She follows the basic pagan holiday wheel. She will give either food drink or dance offerings and meditate to give her thanks to them and the spirits

Aftermath

After she had died, outside of asra, her father was completely grief stricken. Customers and neighbors felt sorry for their loss, a few even missing her and her energetic and kind energy. When asra brought her back, everyone knew something messed up happened and looked at them like outcasts. She has absolutely no memory and has to relearn how to talk, so this confused and disheartened her greatly. When asra told her dad, they got into a huge fight, her dad angry for putting more turmoil in their lives. So far (in my stories at least) he can't bare to face her, knowing she doesn't remember him yet/anymore

In another life

If she hadn't have left sparta. She would have died. Lets be real.

Given how she got the plague (kissing lucio, in a story ill post), it could have been avoided but then asra wouldn't have needed to be at the palace in her place and who knows what would have happened if lucio got his way in the ritual. Even ignoring that, when shed face asra again, it wouldn't have worked out. At least nothing would be easily forgiven. She'd probably be a numb and tired person after

If she had left with him, I think she'd feel guilt for leaving. Like itd be a happier life, being safe with asra in a new place, but I see her being more depressed and submissive. She just agreed to leave her home and father to rot in her mind.

Freebie

So, and I didnt know why until my husband helped me figure it out, but I always imagined her and julian getting married before having kids and her and lucio getting pregnant before getting married. Im one for diving deep into the psychology of my and other characters. While she and julian are no where near innocent and all, they tend to have a more wholesome relationship. She is very headstrong and a switch. Julian is in my mind a switch but is more submissive in personality. Lucio is just as headstrong as well as temperamental. So they but heads a lot and can be seen as a very emotionally charged couple. She does believe love is an action more so than a feeling, thanks to her adoptive mom and dad, and not many people put up with his shit out of love, so they do put the effort onto each other. So the more traditional route, in my mind I guess is better fit for julian and the chaotic route fits lucio better. (Idk I love doing deep dives into this kind of thing. Like ill spend hours talking to my super smart husband or researching to find the correct mindsets)

#the arcana apprentice #the arcana game #the arcane mc #the arcana #echoes of the past #arcana eotp #the arcana asra #the arcana julian #the arcana lucio #oc backstory #my oc stuff

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Bad Batch': Tipping Point

It's pretty darn clear that Doug's love of Daddy Warcrimes runs hard and it runs deep, along with his love for Toaster Strudel and Rex, who is the Daddy of Daddies. So you KNOW this episode made him a happy smiley boy.

For as grumpy and grouchy as 'Pabu' made him (and his extremely weird pairing of Mayday and Phee, which haunts me to this day), the amount of smiley faces and emojis I got in this one was the polar opposite. Or maybe that's because the Crimson Tide lost that day. Who knows.

Onto the Doug commentaries of 'Tipping Point' aka 'THE WRATH OF TOASTER STRUDEL'.

CW: "Call your momma if you wanna read my comments, I guess. Shouldn't the kids be watching that Australian dog show, anyway?"

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Well, it’s a cloudy gross day in wherever. Is this to remind us that Daddy Rambo and the other two clowns are partying in Daytona while everyone else is suffering? I’m still mad OH HOLY HELL IS THAT JORGE?!

It is Jorge! And oh no it’S BLOND JACKASS’S BROTHER. God damn it, do they only hire the children of the corn to run this damn Empire, what the hell. I hope they’re not going to die, I’m still mad about Sassy Park Ranger.

Okay, they’re going out–woah! What’s this? Space battle? With the old school bloop-bloop noise, that’s great.

WHAT, YES! IT'S TOASTER STRUDEL! AND REX! Wait, no, that’s not Rex–who is that? Oh! It’s Jorge’s cousin, Manny! Hell yeah! And his new best friends he picked up from outside of Miami, no doubt doing some weird survival camp in the Everglades, based on their camo gear and grunts. I’ll call ‘em Trigger and Nutsy, for now. 

RAIN HELLFIRE ON THEM, TOASTER STRUDEL! Pretend it’s yo daddy that left yo convection oven momma!

CLENCH YOUR BUTTHOLE AND BITE THE PILLOW, BLOND JACKASS’S BROTHER, YOU ABOUT TO FEEL THE WRATH OF TOASTER STRUDEL AND HIS TEAM OF FLORIDA MEN. 

Holy SHIT, where has THIS SHOW BEEN?! I feel like a little kid watching Star Wars again! This is awesome! Kick everyone’s ass, Trigger and Nutsy! I mean, Jesus, they’re wiping the floor with them! I almost feel bad for the troopers, but they work for the Empire, shoot ‘em and let God sort ‘em out.

Manny remembered his electric bocce ball, love the guy. Go Toaster Strudel, go! 

Seriously, I could watch Toaster Strudel shoot assholes and take over ships and bark orders at Trigger and Nutsy all day, forget dumpster diving with Church Lady and the gang looking for James Franco’s arm in Utah, THIS IS THE SHOW I WANT TO SEE!

(Hold on, my wife is yelling at me to calm down. I should’ve watched this at work on my phone, but I figured I’d watch it on the TV instead while drinking some Abitas. The last two episodes were not good for my blood pressure. )

10/10 would recommend to chug while watching Copy Paste Bois kill.

“Where are you taking those clones” man, Trigger is FIRED UP, and oh there goes BLOND JACKASS’S BROTHER KILLING HIMSELF ON SCREEN. And look at ol’ Nutsy, saving Jorge and handing him guns! Oh Jorge is so happy to see his militia boo and know his cousin Manny’s got his back. God damn I am smiling so much right now. 

Welp, Toaster Strudel can’t download shit, must be the old Limewire acting up. BLOND JACKASS’S BROTHER was probably downloading porn onto the ship’s mainframe and the FBI caught ‘em in the act. The ship was clearly manned by Millenials. 

Uh oh, Empire’s here! With the music! Seriously, I feel like a kid again screaming at the theater in Lafayette. Toaster Strudel and Jorge’s cousins escape! Go, go, go! My boys, my boys! Go!

Oh, man, Dr. Meat Muffin, I am a happy old man right now. So happy. 

And they’re safe with Sonic Special, she’s getting them drinks and figuring out there’s shit going down in the place. Man, we need more of her and Toaster Strudel. If this is all we are getting from either of them, I’ll find the director’s front lawn and take a dump on it. MORE TOASTER STRUDEL PLEASE 

Back in Daytona. Is it bad this place is starting to piss me off? I don’t CARE how pretty it is, I want people kicking ASS and taking NAMES and taking DUMPS on front lawns. At least Julio’s fishing and having fun. Did he just catch an Asian carp? 

Woah! Ryan-from-Accounting clearly wants to die, as he’s got Little Orphan Blondie behind the wheel of the HMS Search Warrant and she’s flinging them across the sky. His bitch wife Laura must have found the posts online that Church Lady did of her and Ryan-from-Accounting, or maybe he got some extra life insurance. Who knows. 

And there’s TOASTER STRUDEL! I love this bald bastard so much! Look at him hugging Little Orphan Blondie! Talking business with Ryan-from-Accounting! Shaking hands with Daddy Rambo! All after he took down an imperial ship and saved Jorge and his brothers! I bet he even brought some gas station chicken for everyone too! When does HE get his own show?! 

Ryan-from-Accounting takes us to his true love, his Windows computer. Maybe he’ll show us his downloaded copies of that show from Japan with the screaming people and the aliens and no one wears a shirt. 

(You mean Dragonball Z? -Dr MM

I guess? My nephew won’t stop watching it since he lost his job. - Doug) 

That computer loves him more than both Church Lady and his bitch wife Laura combined, I bet. Which is okay, Church Lady’s true love is Sassy Park Ranger, he’ll be back someday.

“When will it be enough?” Oh can it and get a job, Daddy Rambo, don’t knock my boy Toaster Strudel like that. He’s a hard working man. 

Oh man, Ryan-from-Accounting is panicking. Daddy Warcrimes is being held prisoner by weirdos, led by Ryan-from-Accounting’s bitchy stepsister, Beth, and Jimmy-the-Scientist. 

“We don’t leave our own behind.” Why does this feel like a set up and Daddy Rambo is going to leave Ryan-from-Accounting behind at a Circle K or something? 

Man, even coked out of his mind Daddy Warcrimes can take a clutch of folks down. Why do these scenes remind me of that show with Ed Harris and cowboys and robots?

Westworld?

Yeah that. Oh man, Daddy Warcrimes. I like those grey jammies on him. Oh man, it’s torture time. If this goes right back to Daddy Rambo’s gang having a kegger I’m serious, I’m taking a dump on the director’s lawn. 

Now he’s getting lectured by Ryan-from-Accounting’s stepsister, Beth. She hates Ryan-from-Accounting because he has friends and she’s stuck in the 9-to-5 working in a place that looks like it smells like mildew and ass. 

(“Where did you come up with the name Beth?”

“She looks like one, and she only drinks almond milk lattes and is a total bitch to waiters. She introduced Ryan-from-Accounting to his Bitch Wife Laura, they were sorority sisters in Alpha Amma Bitcha”)

Ahhh shoot them all, Daddy Warcrimes! Oh, now there’s gas. Is the Joker going to show up? I need Prince doing the soundtrack now. Will the internet get that reference? Michael Keaton was the best Batman.

Oh shit man no, it’s Jimmy-the-Scientist! I wanted the Joker :( 

What’s going to happen next? Are they going to rescue Daddy Warcrimes?! What’s Stepsister Beth up to?!

(I gave up correcting Doug on Mayday and Phee. Just gave up. - Dr MM) 

#tbb #cloneforce99 #thebadbatch #star wars #star wars fans #doug the neighbor #my neighbor doug #redneck doug #the bad batch #tipping point #i call echo toaster strudel #my boy jorge #his cousin manny #TRIGGER AND NUTSY #clone force 99 #bad batch season 2 #head canon

[ochakourarakah]

long way down to the underground | chapter 1

Summary: It’s an old tale, except…Eurydice was already waist-deep in the Underworld when he met Orpheus.

Notes: Hawks x G/N Composer! Reader

Story: previous | next 

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This is the thirty-seventh (thirty-eighth? fortieth?) document you had to sign with your already cramping hand and you’re seriously considering tossing them all into a dumpster fire if fire wasn’t the reason you were in this mess to begin with.

The next few weeks after the accident (arson by some gang, apparently) are spent getting everything back on track.

You did not expect this much paperwork to come with it. 

Ugh.

You lean back and stretch in your chair, wincing at the audible pops your back made as you did, tearing your eyes away from your desktop screen.

With relocation still underway, you were instructed to work from home until further notice, corresponding through emails until a satellite office could be established.

It wasn’t really a problem; you lived alone and you had your own recording set-up if you wanted to work on a demo. Most of your work files were backed up on a cloud (thank God for modern tech, you probably just overreacted the day of the fire) and you still had basic instruments in case you wanted to arrange something.

You sigh. 

Okay, maybe your apartment was still on the small side (struggling musician and all) and what soundproofing you had didn’t block out everything (from construction machines across the street to neighbors fucking), but it was still your apartment. 

You had fridge magnets from the places you’ve been all over Japan. Framed and signed posters and album covers lined your walls. A bulletin board dedicated to photos, tickets, backstage passes and other paraphernalia from singers and other musicians you’ve worked with. 

Furnished just enough. Music is always playing, whether it was your own or someone else’s. Cluttered, cozy and lived in.  

It was home.

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At home as you were, though, there were still insurance claims to receive, files to sift through, warranty policies to review and the last few weeks of work to salvage if not work on.

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There was a whole orientation on this when you were first hired. 

Emergency Response and Recuperation. 

You should’ve known better. 

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You glance at the to-do list you hastily wrote up in your planner, grimacing that the unmarked checkboxes still outnumbered the checked ones. 

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Ugh.

You really should’ve known better. 

The clock on your phone screen told you that it was roughly half past five.

You groan again, getting off your office chair. 

A much-needed break was in order. 

You save whatever files were open on your laptop before shutting it down. 

And dinner too, if you could help it. 

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Another one of the perks your apartment had to offer was that the complex was within walking distance of Fukuoka’s shopping district, giving you a variety of places to eat.

You take your time on the streets, earphones in and music up as you make your way and map out your night. 

You’ll take your time with dinner, and finish the reimbursement form for your work laptop then call it a night. Tomorrow morning you’d follow up on Ishikawa from accounting and maybe add to the latest song you were writing, if inspiration allowed for it. Maybe get some groceries later this week, too.

Your eyes narrow at the crowd clogging up the sidewalk on the other side of the road. 

Rallentando.

Maybe there was a hero?

And it took you tiptoeing to see above someone’s head to catch a glimpse of crimson wings.

Oh.

He was on patrol. 

In your area. 

Even with your earphones on, you can still hear a few feminine squeals and childish cries, excited voices from people of all ages as they surround the Number Two Hero.

You glance at the scene a beat more before continuing your walking, shrugging off the idea of joining the fray. 

A tempo.

You may be grateful to Hawks for saving your life, but you were busy and hungry and not in the mood to wade through all the people for someone who wouldn’t even remember you. 

It was all in a day’s work, you recall telling yourself that day.

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Did his job also entail calling you Songbird, though?

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You stepped into the alley that led to your favorite izakayas in the district. It was thankfully empty, and from the restaurant’s windows, you can tell they weren’t as occupied either.

Your steps go from andante to moderato. 

Then there was a gust of wind and a shadow overhead. 

Caesura.

And then Hawks was right before you.

You manage to take off one of your earbuds in time to hear him say, “Hey, Songbird.”

You blink at him. “You remember me?”

“Of course, it’s only been a few weeks since you jumped out of a building and into my arms,” 

If you were flustered at that, you don’t show it. “Right,” You look around. Maybe he had to check out all the alleys before he could call it a day. 

The alley was still empty. 

He’ll be off in no time. 

You give him a smile. “Thanks again for that, by the way.”

He waves you off. “Don’t mention it,” 

For a moment, you just look at him. You’ve only seen his face in short glimpses, in passing billboards and magazine ads, maybe even the occasional skippable YouTube commercial. 

(Which you, admittedly, have opted to skip more often than not.)

And on the day of the fire, you maybe saw him up close for one, two minutes before he took you to the ground then sped off into the sky?

Now he seems more relaxed, hands tucked into his pockets. His wings were another story completely, though. 

They seem bigger, even if they were folded behind him. His feathers look plush and supple. 

If he noticed you staring, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he gives you a lazy grin. Almost cheeky. 

“You work for Hayashi Records, right?”

You snap your gaze back to his face and nod. “Yeah,”

Were you caught staring? Most definitely yes. 

But he’s probably used to the attention, anyways. 

“So what do you do?” he cocks his head to the side.

“I’m a composer,” You were about to add to the answer when you realize that he didn’t leave right away like you thought. 

He was still here. 

Why? The street looked pretty safe. 

“Do you do anything else?”

You don’t understand why he was still talking to you. 

Didn’t your acquaintance end as soon as the villain attack was over?

You nod anyways. “I’m a composer, but I’ve done just about everything, really.”

You busy yourself by unplugging your earphones and tucking them into your pocket with your phone.

Is he always like this? Did he always follow up on the people he saved?

When you look back up, you ask him, “Don’t you have other hero things to do?”

He only gives you that grin again. “I do, but I have some time to kill.” he gestures around him. “And besides, this place is the last area on my patrol.” 

“I see,” you say slowly. 

How the heck were you supposed to respond to that?

You clear your throat. “I’ve been working from home all day. Emergency Response and Recuperation and all that. A lot of paperwork,”

You’re rambling. 

“I got hungry and my head was starting to ache so I’m taking a break for dinner.” you nod over to the izakaya. “One of my favorite spots.”

Oh my god, kill me now. 

Hawks raises a brow. “You were going to dinner? Well so am I.”

Wait. 

Is he..?

“How about it?”

He is. 

Holy shit. 

You barely manage to follow behind him as he strides over to the izakaya. 

He even opens the door for you. 

“After you, Songbird.” 

You walk in the restaurant in a bit of a daze. 

Who were you, that you were about to share a meal with the Number Two Hero?

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It’s after you’ve settled into a private booth and ordered that Hawks spoke again. 

“So how long have you worked under Hayashi?”

“About two years,” you take a sip of your water. “That’s including my unpaid internships,”

Then you’re both silent. 

You swallow, and the air feels like a chord that was a microtone off. 

Not completely off key, but not right either. 

Just...off. Strange. 

A little jarring.

Hawks must’ve noticed that you were uncomfortable because he shifts in his seat. 

“Be honest, did I come on too strong?”

And here you thought you were the one overstepping your boundaries. 

You shake your head. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m just surprised that you’d have dinner with a random person you rescued.” 

“I uhh,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I’m actually familiar with your work,”

“What?”

“I thought I recognized your name somewhere so I looked it up. You worked with Ayapeta on an album?”

He was a fan. 

Again, holy shit.

He looks up at you. It’s then that you realize his usual visor was on the table. “I’m gonna ask you again, am I coming on too strong?”

You shake your head. “I just never really had a fan approach me before,” 

You were far too used to the singers getting all the credit for the songs you wrote. 

It actually feels nice.

The waiter arrives with your orders and you give a small thanks, getting your bowl and chopsticks.

“Itadakimasu.” The two of you say in unison.

A due.

You smile at him before digging in.

Yes, the ramen you ordered was exactly what you needed.

You look across the table to see the yakitori skewer he was helping himself to. “Isn’t that cannibalism?” you ask after swallowing.

Hawks stops mid-bite. “In case you didn’t notice, I’m a hawk.”

You shrug. “Still a bird.” 

He chuckles. “What can I say, chicken’s pretty good.” 

You roll your eyes at him, and taking another good slurp from your ramen bowl.

Hawks adds, “I try to avoid chicken wings if I can help it, though. Can’t be too cannibalistic now can we?” 

After swallowing, you meet his eyes from across the table.

Amabile.

And this time, you chuckle along with him. 

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Hawks was a celebrity. You know this much. 

While you weren’t aware of any dating scandals or affairs on his end of the showbiz spectrum, you knew that he was considered an eligible bachelor by the press. 

So what was he doing here with you? 

The curiosity gnawed at you so insistently that, when the tab’s been paid and you’re out of the restaurant, you ask him, “Why’d you come along with me?”

He stops in his tracks. “Can’t I share a meal with someone who seemed nice?”

You purse your lips. “You barely even know me.”

Granted, even if you were a villain, you were pretty sure he could beat you in a fight anytime. 

The silent dissonance is back again.

You watch as he nods his head, just a little bit. “I feel like I’ve always known you.” 

You raise a brow. “Do you say that to everyone you hit on?”

“Nah,” He shakes his head. “Only for songbirds that fall into my arms.” He starts walking again. You follow suit as you roll your eyes, retort ready and then he speaks again.

“How about it, we go on one date?”

You furrow your brows. “Wasn’t this a date?”

He grins, shaking his head again. “Close, but no cigar.” he tucks his hands into his jacket pockets. “Sadly my favorite place burned down in the last Nomu incident.”

You nodded, remembering seeing it on the news the day it happened. You watched the carnage unfold from bay windows in your studio building, then you were told to evacuate to the lower floors before the fighting escalated any further. 

Maybe I didn’t have it so bad...

“But I know of another place I can take you.”

You smile at him. 

Then a phone rings. 

But it isn’t yours. 

You hear Hawks curse under his breath. “Hey listen Songbird, I’ll be busy the next few days and I bet you will be too with your Emergency Recuperation whatever,” he winces as his phone kept ringing. 

“But I’ll come find you when I’m free so we could set a date.”

You barely stutter out an affirmation when Hawks spreads out his wings. “I’ll see you soon, Songbird.” 

And then he was off. 

Leaving you staring up at the sky yet again. 

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.

.

You walk home in a daze.

Did tonight really just happen? 

You shake your head. Maybe this was just a one-time thing. 

That seemed about right. 

You were just in the area. 

He’d probably forget when he rescues someone else. 

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.

.

This doesn’t stop you from blushing all the way home, though.

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All thoughts of Hawks are banished when you get back to work for the next few days. 

It was all probably just by chance. One of those once-in-a lifetime things that might as well happen to you because real life was weird that way. 

And real life was also taxing because Ishikawa hasn’t looked over your statements yet and you were missing a few more requirements for your insurance claim. 

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A few days later, you find yourself trudging home from the grocery store as planned.

You're carrying a whole tray of eggs in one hand while your other groceries sit tight in the reusable bag hanging off your other shoulder.

Even though the night is peaceful, you were still stressed.

You still had some forms to fill up and lost equipment to canvass for and a meeting with one of the bands and-

“Hey there, Songbird,”

-and you yelp at the voice, dropping the carton and spilling eggs all over the pavement. 

You look up at the sight of an equally shocked Winged Hero.

Oh. 

He didn’t just not forget about you. 

He came.

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A/N: in case the whole basis for this fic isn’t enough to go by, i’m also a musical nerd. i’ll try updating this weekly, as well. 

thanks for reading!

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #bnha x reader #keigo takami x reader #mine #fic: lwdu

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

5 favorite things to do during quarantine?

- obsess over how much I want to change my wardrobe, start only getting ads about online sales deals for clothes I'd love, start obsessing over the fact the computer is reading my mind and begin dismantling every piece of technology in my house to find the brain microphones

- use the leftover tech pieces to fashion a suit that will protect me when I have to venture out of quarantine to fight for food. plague doctor, but make it steam punk. oh, you think you can shove people out of the way to grab the last 15 liters of pepsi? I WILL go Iron Man on your ass, bitch.

- if I see anyone on my social media blatantly disregarding the isolation order and needlessly threatening people's health with their hubris, I'll wait until the dark of night, shroud myself in a black veil, crouch outside their home and let out an unearthly screech full of mourning and pain, to let them know death is on the way

- begin obsessing over the woman trying to crawl out of my wallpaper....I must help free her...in spite of...

- dress in my best formal clothing, adorn myself in beautiful jewels, and stare forlornly out the window, my hand pressed delicately against the chilled glass, and wistfully watch the rain storm drench the earth...will I ever be able to dance in the rain again? when was the last time I.....felt...anything?

- it's wine o'clock somewhere!!! I do not know what time it is here, however. I have been completely removed from the linear time stream. it's rather exhausting. I pour another glass of the rosey pink liquid and offer it to my younger self.

- roam the empty halls of my apartment complex, painting lambs blood above my neighbor's doors to protect them from death. do not ask where I got the blood. I'm not entirely sure.

- my stuffed animals, my statues, my trinkets, my posters- all face the wall now. nothing with eyes will dare to look at me

- stand alone, always alone, on my roof, wearing nothing but lingerie, an open sweat shirt, and knee socks, screaming at the top of my lungs. no one notices, for I am the last...I take a swig of my wine. this exercise was cathartic.

- bake brownies!!!! I always throw some extra chocolate chips in there to give them some pizzazz.

- I think I watched Princess and the Frog last night??? Or maybe it was tomorrow

- God, I love Prince Naveen

- recieve my first piece of mail in what feels like years. leap with joy! open the letter and discover it's just about my student loan debt. set the letter on fire.

- no one has ever loved me. no one will ever get the chance to love me.

- proclaim I'm going to use this time in isolation to lose weight

- make absolutely no move to exercise

- put on a ball gown and waltz with my personal ghosts

- make love to my personal ghosts

- break up with my personal ghosts and banish them from my home

- oh God, where is my period

- fuck. oh fuck. shit.

- watch some bootlegs of musicals on youtube

- turn on the news station, watch the depressing reports with empty eyes, feel a pit you can't explain in your stomach, turn on mysteries at the museum instead

- am I sleeping too much or too little? oh, who cares.

- watch elaborate makeup tutorials, start crying when you can't copy them

- try and face time your friends with the tear stained shitty makeup. no one answers. you dumbass.

- teach yourself how to hoola hoop

- stay hydrated! :)

- befriend the fox that lives outside your bedroom window. finally- somebody who understands.

- scuttling on the ceiling is actually great cardio! who knew!

- bubble bath + sugar scrub + aromatherapy lotion + fuzzy pajamas = the absolute best feeling in the world right before you launch yourself into the dumpster! :)

- try really hard to grow a scraggly beard so when the aliens land they can just take one look at me and Know I've been through a hardship

- take my anti anxiety pills

- cry when they don't do anything but make me tired

- wake up decades later like Rip Van Winkle...wait, we're still in quarantine??? come the fuck on

- netflix?? God, they don't have anything on there.

- answer asks for my lovely followers on tumblr. net! :)

- begin wondering if the followers are real...or if they're generated...maybe I truly am just screaming into a meaningless void...

- finally remember to eat! yum!

- okay, I feel better now!

- wait, where'd my dog go?

- I figured out how to levitate

- I can feel my body shutting down, how fun!

- put on a nice gown and bury myself alive. seriously, I quit. it's either been 40 years or 5 days. can't take this anymore. farewell, my dear hearts. remember me.

#asks #molly mumbles

[metaphorical-love-for-a-car]

An Unexpected Reunion-- Malcolm Bright x Reader

oRequest; “the reader is an FBI agent who met Malcom in Quantico but they lost contact cause she went to do undercover work and now shes put in New York on. A case and they just catch up and be happy cause malcom needs happy” (anon)

Warnings; specified fem! reader, language, bits of violence, terrible writing

Word Count; 2.1k

Notes; I rewrote this like 5 times so I hope y’all like it lol

Trainees were separated into groups for various training sessions throughout the day, and a group was never the same. Everyone was rotated around. Your group for the day happened to do incredibly well in the training exercises. “Best so far,” you were told. They decided to reward the group by allowing all of you to have a paintball fight, writing it off as combat practice. Everyone darted to various corners of Hogan’s Alley. You hid behind a dumpster and readied yourself for the battle to begin. A thud from the inside caused your brows to furrow. Since the Alley was a mock town, you knew that there wasn’t any trash inside that would attract any critters. Nevertheless, you decided to check it out. You cracked open the lid, only for something to latch around your arm. “What the fuck, Bright?” He shushed you.

“Come on, this is the best hiding spot here! Anyone comes around, and you can easily take them out without being spotted. Just... just hurry up and hop in before you blow our cover.” You stared at him, blinking slowly. Was he serious? Malcolm’s eyes widened, causing him to look slightly frantic as he motioned you inside. Alright, he was completely serious. You clamored into the dumpster and hoped that no one heard the lid slam shut. Malcolm clicked on his flashlight. He raised a brow and grave you a sly grin. He started to speak, but you interrupted him.

“If you’re about to make this sexual, I swear to God I will shoot you in the crotch right now.” Malcolm grimaced, looking highly offended.

“What? No! I was about to ask if you had heard about how Johnson from the second group pissed his pants in the hostage simulation today,” he rapidly explained. Then he froze for a moment, giving you a doubtful look. “You wouldn’t shoot me this close range. You’re not that cruel.” You held up your gun.

“Wanna bet?” Malcom narrowed his eyes at you. He was challenging your capabilities. What was once a game of hide-and-go-seek turned into a game of cat-and-mouse. Either way, you weren’t losing. You leaned back and pulled the trigger. The paintball hit its target with a loud twap! Malcolm shouted a string of profanities as he curled into fetal position. You clasped a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

“Bitch...” he groaned. 

“You practically told me to!” 

Fond memories of your old life were what got you through your secret life. Being assigned to go undercover for months on end was no easy feat. There were plenty of times you wanted to call it quits, but you couldn’t. So, you’d think of moments that made you happy. You were beyond relieved when you were able to return home. It was as if you could finally breathe again. You wanted nothing more than to sleep for at least two weeks straight, but, of course, you weren’t allowed such luxuries.

You had awakened too early for your liking but decided to spend the time catching up on all the shows you missed while undercover. You had just sat down with a cup of coffee when someone started banging on your door. You sighed, taking a long sip of your coffee and hoping that they would go away. Luck wasn’t on your side, as the person continued to try to punch your door down. You groaned and shuffled over towards the door. It revealed a woman with curly hair. She gave you a small grin and held up a badge. You squinted at it in an attempt to determine its authenticity. “Hi, I’m Dani Powell with the NYPD. Are you Ms. (Y/L/N)?” You eyed her for a moment before finally deciding that she was telling the truth about her identity. You slowly nodded, slightly confused as to why she was there. “Mind if I talk to you for a few minutes?” she asked, putting her badge away.

“Yeah... what’s... I’m sorry what’s going on?”

“Your neighbor was murdered last night.”

Your body tensed. Was she serious? Could a murder have seriously taken place right under your nose? You turned on your heel and hurried further into your apartment. Dani looked confused, hesitantly stepping inside. You fumbled through a drawer before returning with a badge of your own. “I’m with the FBI. Could I see the crime scene please?” Dani raised a brow at you.

“Let’s go talk to my superior first.” You nodded and slipped on a pair of shoes. Following Dani down the hall, she approached a man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Where’s Gil?” The man furrowed his brows at the sight of you. Okay, so maybe you could have at least brushed your hair before you walked out. You probably looked like a hot mess.

“Inside. Who’s your friend?”

“Special Agent (Y/F/N). FBI. I live down the hall,” you answered. The man seemed surprised, causing Dani to roll her eyes.

“Oh shit, really? I’m TJ.” He started to say something else, but Dani interrupted him. 

“She wanted to see the scene, but I was gonna let her talk to Gil first.” You pursed your lips. Surely, it wasn’t the same person you were thinking of. There was a slight commotion from inside the crime scene before two men emerged into the hall. One was waving his hands widely, while the other looked done with his shit.

“Okay, so we’re looking for-” Your jaw dropped. Malcolm? Here, of all places? The world is quite a small place. “Cookie?” TJ and Dani’s faces wrinkled.

“Stinky!” Malcolm laughed at the familiar nickname as you threw your arms around him in an embrace. Gil smiled at the two of you.

“What am I, chopped liver?” You scoffed before giving him a hug too. TJ and Dani shared a look of confusion, which wasn’t lost under Malcolm’s gaze.

“Team, this is Cookie. Cookie, this is the team.” 

“I’m sorry-- but Cookie?” TJ asked, almost astonished at hearing Malcolm call someone by their pet name. The profiler nodded. A smirk crossed his lips.

“We’ve been friends since Quantico. During training, (Y/N) snuck out of her room to steal some treats. Everyone’s called her that since.” You rolled your eyes at the mention of your nickname.

“And you’re... Stinky?” Dani asked with a laugh. You beamed at the opportunity to share your favorite memory from training.

“At some point during your time at the academy, a handful of trainees are dropped off at random points in the Prince William Forrest Park to test your survival skills. We somehow managed to bump into each other while wandering around and decided to team up. Two heads are better than one, right? So, we were trying to figure out a shelter situation when Stinky discovered a foxhole type thing. I warned him not to go in, but-” Malcolm interrupted you.

“I’m pretty sure you said, ‘We can’t go in there because your head’s too big. You’d get stuck and die before we even get a chance to go on a real mission.’”

“Shut up, Stinky, I’m telling a story. Anyways, the bastard decided to go in. Lo and behold! There was a family of skunks living inside, and he just barged right on in. The dude stunk. Bad. No one would go near him for about a week. So, the name Stinky was born.” 

After telling the group a few more stories about Malcolm and learning a bit more about the case, you went back to your apartment to change into some actual clothes. They still required you to go down to the station and make a statement. Malcolm offered you a ride, which you gladly accepted. You hadn’t seen him since before he got fired.

As the two of you got in his car, you couldn’t help but notice how awful he looked. His hands were shaking, and he had heavy bags under his eyes. “You’re staring,” Malcolm joked, but, this time, the smile didn’t quite meet his eyes. You shook your head.

“Yeah, it’s cause you look like shit, Malcolm.” He turned his attention back to starting the car. He knew that you were being serious when you used his actual name. You watched his inner turmoil, no doubt debating whether he could confide in you. Turning your gaze away, you didn’t want him to feel like a bug under a microscope. “How long has it been this bad?” 

“It’s been bad for a while now, but it’s gotten worse over the past few weeks.” His voice was small, and it made your heart ache. Shaking your head, you got out of the car. Malcolm’s brows furrowed. You poked your head back inside.

“Well? Are you just gonna sit there like a fly on the wall, or are you going to tag along with me?” Without a moment’s hesitation, Malcolm switched the car off and appeared by your side. You linked your arm with his, tugging him along. “Don’t ask questions, just follow my lead.”

You led him to a rather posh boutique not too far from your apartment building. Malcolm seemed a bit concerned as to what you had in store for him, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The older woman working there seemed a bit disapproving as the two of you walked in, giggling over some old inside joke. “Okay, seriously, why are we here?” Malcolm finally asked. You grabbed his wrist and looked at his watch.

“You have five minutes to put the most ridiculous outfit together. Loser has to buy lunch. Go!” 

You scurried away, hoping that he would let loose and have some fun. Luckily for you, Malcolm wasn’t the one to back away form a challenge. Five minutes passed faster than you would have liked, but you thought you did pretty good. You were wearing large sunglasses, a tiara, and a jacket almost entirely made of rhinestones. You turned around and nearly fell to the ground with laughter. You hadn’t expected Malcolm to take the challenge that seriously. He was wearing sunglasses similar to your own, a feather boa, a shiny necklace, and he was even holding a single earring to one of his earlobes. What got you the most was his ridiculous hat, something you would only expect to see at the Kentucky Derby. His smile widened at your reaction. “Looks like you’ll be the one buying lunch.” 

“I lost?”

“Obviously,” Malcolm scoffed.

“Oh, but did I really?” You quickly pulled out your phone, snapping a couple pictures. “I can’t wait to show these to Gil. He’s gonna die.” Malcolm’s jaw dropped. He put his earring down and held a hand out to you.

“Gimme.”

“What? Hell no, Stinky. You’re gonna have to pry this thing out of my cold, dead hands.” His eyes narrowed, and you immediately regretted your statement. Malcolm lunged at you, causing you to shriek and dash away. He cornered you near some clothing racks. His arms wrapped around you as he attempted to wrangle your phone from your hands. The two of you were too busy laughing and fighting each other to realize that you were inching closer and closer to the racks. As you struggled to get out of his grasp, Malcolm had the bright idea to suddenly let go, sending you tumbling forward. You landed on a clothing rack, taking the whole thing down with you. Malcolm roared with laughter and had to lean on his knees for support. “Fuck you!” you called out. He held out a hand, helping you to your feet. “You’re a jackass.”

“Oh, come on, you know you love m-” He was interrupted by the older woman clearing her throat. Her arms were crossed, and she was tapping one foot.

“I think it’s best if you two leave. Now.” You both apologized profusely and even offered to help clean up, but she shooed you out of the store, after taking back their clothes of course. You gave Malcolm a hard time, blaming him for getting you both banned from the store. After the two of you fell into a steady silence, walking side by side, you prompted him with a question.

“What were you saying earlier? I know I love what?” Malcolm laughed, almost nervously.

“I was going to say that you know you love me.” You pursed your lips and hummed. 

“Maybe that’s why I’ve put up with you all these years, Stinky.”

“You’re not a ray of sunshine either, Cookie.”

“At least I don’t smell like skunk ass.”

“That was five years ago!”

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[qui-qui-quee]

Confession hour: I am more inclined to dunk on conservatives than liberals despite disagreeing with liberal rhetoric and having more “conservative” ideas.

Here’s why:

1) A majority of liberals don’t prescribe to Christianity or any one religion, therefore why should I expect them to behave in more Christian-like manners or believe/harbor biblically-centered ideology? They’re not associated with Christianity as a worldview in other words, so there would be no point of me harping on or Bible-thumping people who don’t even claim to believe in the same things I do from a foundational level. It does beg the question why liberals have come to adopt what used to be Christian ideas about equality and human rights, but regardless, they don’t claim to center those things on God’s ideas. Sometimes I even notice their ideas echo more Christian vlues than people like to give them credit for. It reminds me of how God told the Israelites at times that His own people were morally worse than their neighbors who didn’t have the Scriptures or God.

2) On the flip side, conservatives are more likely to call themselves Christian or prescribe to a specific religious worldview, more likely to believe that the nation has to be more Christian or has to be more biblical or such-and-such, and will attempt to exert control and influence on a society as a result of believing that God wants their human society to center around Christian ideology (while letting lust for power take over unconsciously). However, their behavior and value judgments/way of thinking often betray this lack of understanding of true biblical theology and the kingdom of God, including God’s priorities and whatnot, and they often display this unwillingness to be more understanding, to look weak or humble themselves all because they believe they have the truth of the matter and that things should stay the way they are (knowledge inflates, after all, just look at how quickly people fall for QAnon). There’s an obvious lack of humility and I have become hyperaware of the hypocrisy coming from this side of the spectrum (thus I often second-guess myself as well). The only reason this hypocrisy concerns me more, is again, because they claim to be something and then turn around and act like the complete opposite (like putting all their faith on a man who may not truly be Christian but shows everyone he is). 

In other words, I’m holding those who claim to be Christian more accountable than those who do not. 

Anyway, that’s just my take on things. It’s funny cuz in most cases when people tell me they won’t vote for this or that person, it’s because they “believe in unbiblical things” The only unbiblical things I hear about are abortion and same-sex marriage. That is literally it. No one in the past year has been able to explain to me any other liberal thing that would be considered directly unbiblical (and no, styles of government and economics do not count cuz the Bible did not give us an instruction manual on the proper way to run governments or economies). And trust me, I have beaten the dead horses of sex and abortion for awhile now, myself, so I know all about that and have exhausted my energies on it.

I suppose this is the bad side of democracy (as there’s always a bad side to things). Everyone gets a say and assumes their leadership is completely up to the people when nothing in Scripture ever indicated that such a set-up was better or worse than the alternatives. All modern styles of governments are products of human nature/understanding whether it’s socialism, communism, capitalism, democracy, monarchies, etc. Humans are inclined to find order and yet paradoxically history has shown us time and again that our societies eventually devolve into some form of chaos whether on a government or a public level or both and the cycle repeats. 

I mean just look at how the Israelites picked their first king when they decided God wasn’t enough to lead them. Saul became a dumpster fire of a person and God even left him.

#im not kidding btw #everytime someone says they dont like the democrats #its because of same sex marriage and abortion #or maybe some government policy that now feels more like a preference than a wrong vs. right #that is LITERALLY it #qooky rambles

[siriusblacktothefuture]

I wrote this out for a friend so here it goes up on my blog; Domestic Marauders

Remus:

Is in a book club and a knitting club because he knows it's good for him to get out and socialize and he does those two things on his own anyways; uses the time to mostly low key gossip with the group

Cooks dinner every night unless he's feeling a little under the weather

He knows how to cook but literally can't tell you how he makes food because he just does it

His house is either a dumpster fire of books, yarn, and random scraps of paper, or pristine, there is no in between

Everything is earth toned and it pleases him

His dad taught him how to garden so every spring he grows veggitables and flowers that make the neighbors a little jealous

Starts every morning with a cup of coffee, and in the spring uses the grinds in his garden to change the ph of the soil so his flowers change colors; he tells the local kids its magic

Makes preserves when peaches and strawberries are cheap

Blankets in every room of the softiest shit you could imagine

He knits Harry sweaters and mends his friends clothes

Basically think cottage core

Peter:

Has two very spazy dogs to make up for the lack of Sirius and James in his life, but sadly has to give them away to a farmer

The farmer trades him the dogs for 2 rabbits (they're still spazzes)

He still sees the guys all though, they go to his place for game night every other week to catch up

His house is like one big nerd cave, and there are movie posters on every wall

If you want to play a video game or watch a movie go to his house

The fridge is filled with TV dinners but its fine

His house is so organized, almost everything is color coded and labeled

Always brings over the best booze to parties, no one knows how

Visits his mom once a week and brings her dinner and flowers

Uses most of his money on spoiling his rabbits and decking out what he has called his "Rat Cave" (it's a room basically wall to wall covered in computer monitors)

James:

He's definitely a working man, but when he's home, his family have his full attention

He's actually the one that worries over Harry more, and he gets him dressed and ready for the day every morning

Knows how to make the absolute basics when it comes to food

Kinda always looks like a storm went through the house; even when its clean, there's holes and scratches, marker, and dents in the walls, all with a hilarious story behind it

Marks how tall Harry gets in the door frame every 6 months

Basically mother hens all the kids in the neighborhood and makes sure everyone gets snacks when they play outside

The epitome of a Soccer Mom at sports games

Oh my god barbeques

And his back yard? There's play sets and a trampoline, and you bet him and Sirius get drunk and use it to do sick back flips on

Has a party at least once a month to catch up with people

That house that's decked out in lights for the holidays? Yeah, that's James being extra as fuck

Sirius:

He fosters cats and names all of them after band members

There's some he just ends up adopting, which are Freddy, Ziggy, Robert, Stevie, Joey, and much to his dismay, Abba (Remus named her out of spite and to trick him into saying "I love Abba")

He calls his cats "the kids"

Can't cook to save his life but can bake up a storm; he's a force to be reckoned with

Has every type of tool you could imagine having around the house he has 3 of them

Has an office/garage/shed dedicated to things he's pulling apart to rebuild

The type of guy to not read the instructions and then have regrets about not reading them but never saying that out loud

Dear lord is he the loudest guy at kids sports games

Does he have kids toys kinda everywhere for when Harry visits? Yes. Are they always James and Lily approved? No, but he's the cool uncle for a reason

Can't garden for his life, but loves to mow the lawn just to make people blush when he lifts up his shirt to wipe sweat off his face

Also somehow just knows how to make really nice fenses, patios, and lawn furniture from scratch

Builds cages for people that have chickens and bunnies

There are very artful and oddly shaped cat trees kinda all over his home that he built

He's a dad without human kids but will act offended when told this when really it makes him happy

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