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wisecrackingeric-2 · 11 months

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Random (and somewhat silly) Leon Kennedy headcannons

* Leon is a sleepwalker. I have no justification for it other than I think it’d be funny

* Ironically he’s also a VERY light sleeper

* And to add insult to injury, he snores like a freight train.

* Leon is Transgender. Trust me guys he told me himself

* Also got that ADHD Autism combo. Again just trust me you guys he said so himself-

* Bisexual disaster. Probably leans towards men but every gender gives him Gay Panic

* Luis and Ada were his Bi Awakening.

* ((And probably Wesker too. I mean C’mon just look at the guy))

* And just like every Bisexual he CANNOT sit in chairs normally to save his life. If he even bothers to sit on one at all ((Kinda going off the second headcannon; he also sleeps in the WEIRDEST positions humanly possible))

* Leon has permanent Bad Posture. Both from when he used to wear a binder (Transmasc Tingz !!) and from old age

* He hams up his “”old age”” a LOT just to annoy Chris and Claire

* “Ooooooughhh you guys I can feel my bones turning to dust-“ “Shut UP LEON I’m NOT CARRYING YOU”

* Leon also wore a binder for FAR too long. Like he was fighting zombies and doing backflips all while his ribs were screaming in pain

* “Leon when did you last take off your binder” “why do YOU wanna know huh Chris 🤨” “TAKE IT OFF”

* ((Dw guys he practiced safe binding and got Top Surgery. Eventually))

* Leon dyes his hair blonde. You know I’m right

* It’s also like,, surprisingly soft??? He probably takes very good care of it and uses expensive products (probably the only expensive thing he owns)

* He also purposefully cuts it that way. In fact I recon he cuts it himself

* Much more competent people (Jill, Claire, Rebecca) have offered to cut it for him but he’s always refused

* Its one of the few things that reminds him of when he was still a Rookie cop that isn’t also a traumatic memory

* He’s got some PTSD just don’t worry about it ok

* Leon is N O T good at opening up. Like at all. But when somebody DOES manage to crack him he cries s o easily and he will cry for literal hours

* Chris and Claire are the only two people who’ve ever actually managed to successfully get him to open up to that point though

* He also probably sleeps better when he’s with somebody. But he’d never admit that

* Leon’s love language is probably a mix of Words Of Affirmation and Acts Of Service. He’d love it if for once he could come home to somebody having done the little chores for him

* He’s also probably a M A S S I V E sucker for any kind of physical touch. Again, won’t admit it, but he’s a big cuddler.

* Somebody please please please play with this man’s hair he will fall asleep in your lap in seconds

* Now this may be my own Autism special interest shining through but I LOVE the idea of Leon being a massive Pokémon fan

* His favourite games are Ruby, Sapphire and Emerald. Idk man he SEEMS like a Hoenn boy y’know

* His first starter was Torchic and Blaiziken remains as his all-time favourite Pokémon (he’s absolutely correct Torchic is the best Hoenn starter Fight Me)

* Probably still has his Gameboy from when he was a kid

* Leon’s also into retro anime. He likes to get Chris, Jill, Claire and Rebecca over just to show them his old childhood favourite shows like Astroboy or Sailor moon

* Will pause the DVD every 5 seconds to point something out or ramble on about something for 10 minutes

* Oh yeah he also absolutely keeps a DVD player in his home

* He’s a big sucker for old movies, especially old Queer movies but he’s also into classics like Back To The Future, Star Wars etc

*Probably was a big Star Wars kid

*((His favourite movie of all time is Legally Blonde but he will NEVER say that out loud))

* Leon’s always out of the country on some government mission so his house is probably pretty barren. He probably just stays with Chris or Claire after missions anyways

* Leon also still probably keeps in touch with Sherry and Ashley. He definitely went to their respective Graduations to support them at least

* He likes to collect little trinkets from his missions. Rocks, lighters, photos etc

* Other people have put this on their Headcannon lists too but I also agree that Leon is a MASSIVE Foodie

* The way to his heart is through a really good breakfast

* He’s also got a massive Sweet Tooth. Again, courtesy of other Headcannon lists

* He’s got low blood sugar so it probably evens out

* ALWAYS coming home from missions exhausted. In fact he’s exhausted on the plane. On the car ride there. DURING the mission. He’s an eepy little guy

* His T-Shots also make him Very Hungry All The Time. He thought it’d even out after a year of being on Testosterone but over a decade later and he still eats like a teenage boy

* ((It’s ok though cuz Chris always has his fridge stocked full. It might just be for Leon who knows))

* Leon’s not really either a Cat or a Dog guy. He likes both equally and would definitely have one of the other if it weren’t for his work

* He also prefers warm weather :))

* He likes to go swimming with his friends whenever he gets the opportunity

* Everyone makes fun of Chris for his Hawaiian shirts but Leon ABSOLUTELY has way too many as well

* Wears socks and jandals. I’m from Aotearoa NZ I’m allowed to say that ok

*BIG Mitski & Lana Del Rey fan

*I also imagine he probably likes older music like Madonna or Bowie or Blondie

* He’s not very good at it but he likes to paint his nails

* Or he just lets Rebecca or Claire do it for him

* If he goes a long time without cutting his hair either he’ll also put it up in a lil ponytail :)

* He’s got a big ol toothy, lop-sides grin.

* I recon he also involuntarily bites his tongue when he’s genuinely smiling too

* I said before he keeps trinkets and stuff from his missions but he absolutely keeps more personal mementos too. For example;

* He bought himself an old Spanish version of Don Quixote for Luis

* He keeps his old cop uniform in his closet

* He stole Chris’ shades and never returned them

* Still has one of Adas missing rings, etc etc etc

* Similarly to physical objects, Leon also picks up on the habits of people he’s met from his missions

* He always double-checks the barrel of his gun after he’s seen Chris do it so many times

* Holds his knife in his left hand after Krauser

* Very rarely smokes on occasion to remember Luis

* Picked up more Advanced First-Aid after Rebecca ((she also insisted it would be helpful))

* I could go on forever

* Leon can’t imagine ever actually being able to settle down and retire because of his work, but if he could, he would love to be a Father :))

* One last silly one cuz this list has gotten surprisingly serious; Leon unironically references Vines All The Time. It will drive everyone around him insane

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pedroshotwifey · 4 months

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Christmas Countdown Day 21 - Christmas Movies

What to Watch

Pairing: Husband!Marcus Pike x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Word count: 863

Tags/Warnings: no warnings, just fluff! no use of y/n or reader description other than her being preggo, sweet nicknames, sweet feels, reader and Marcus have two kids, good dad marcus pike, stuff im forgetting

Summary: Marcus never fails to save the day

A/N: This is a cute one! I love the family dynamic when it comes to Pedro characters. Maybe it stems from the fact that I want to give him ten kids. Hope you enjoy this Christmasy fluff!

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You’ve been trying to get a movie started for half an hour now.

It’s a Friday night—family movie night. It’s the last Friday before Christmas, so everyone’s decided to watch a holiday movie. Unfortunately, Marcus is running late, and neither of your children can agree on something to watch.

“Honey,” you start, trying to reason with your daughter. “How about we watch Thomas’s movie tonight, and then tomorrow, we’ll watch another?”

Louisa crosses her arms as she pouts, looking absolutely pissed for a seven year old.

“But Mama, I want to watch my mov–”

“I want the train!” Thomas interrupts her whinilly. You sigh, watching as your four year old’s outburst causes another round of bickering.

Frankly, even though your daughter is dead-set on watching Barbie in the Nutcracker, you agree that it sounds better than The Polar Express. It may be a classic, but it’s always creeped you out.

Your strategy right now though is to try to convince your daughter to do the ‘big sister thing’ and let her younger brother have his way just for tonight.

“Alright, guys,” you say gently after a moment, attempting to slow their arguing. You have no idea what to do to convince either one of them at this point. “How abou—”

Just then, the door opens, and your entire body sags with relief. It’s almost comedic, the way you hadn’t realized you’d been so tense.

“Daddy!” the kids yell in unison, already making a dash for the front door. Despite your stress, you smile as you hear an ‘oof’ that must be from Marcus getting pounced on by two children.

You come in a few seconds after them, one hand balanced on your protruding stomach as you lean against the doorway. Marcus has already dropped his work things to kneel down and embrace his kids.

“Hello my angels, have you been good for your mother today?” He glances up at you with a knowing look, having heard all about their behavior today over text. They’ve been rowdy since they got off school for Christmas break, but you can’t blame them.

You’ll admit that you love how exciting this time of year is for them, even if it means they’re a bit naughty. The magic won’t last forever, afterall.

You bite your lip to conceal a laugh as Thomas and Lou give each other a knowing look of their own. At least they can agree on something. Marcus hms thoughtfully as he starts to stand.

“Let me give your mother a kiss, and then we can talk about what to watch,” he says, rubbing both of their heads.

You smile and take a step toward your husband to wrap your arms around him. He grabs your hips gently as he gives you a soft kiss.

“You’re doing so good, Momma,” he says just loud enough for you to hear. “Why don’t you let me deal with this while you go sit down for a minute.”

You smile at him gratefully, breathing in his scent as he embraces you.

“Thank you,” you whisper, planting a kiss on his cheek before pulling away to track back into the living room.

As you sit, you close your eyes and focus on Marcus talking to your children. He’s such a good dad, you have no idea how he does it.

It’s not long before the three of them are trailing in behind you, the kids snuggling up with you as Marcus takes The Polar Express out of its case and puts it into the DVD player.

He gets it set up and presses play before toeing his shoes off and sliding behind you on the couch, near the armrest. He gently tugs you back so that you’re tucked comfortably against him, the children resting on you as you stroke Lou’s hair and Thomas’s back.

Marcus slides his arms around you, linking his hands above your belly and slightly under your swollen breasts to alleviate some pressure. You sigh, relaxing further into him.

You tilt your head back slightly as the movie begins, giving Marcus a lingering kiss.

“How did you do it?” you whisper with a slight giggle. You feel him shrug behind you.

“Just told them we would watch both movies tonight.”

You shake your head and huff a laugh through your nose. You both know neither of them have the energy to even stay up for the duration of one.

Thomas is already snoring within about ten minutes, and Lou is well on her way. Halfway through the movie, Marcus carefully gets up and carries them individually to their rooms.

“Poor guys are exhausted,” he laughs, dipping down to slot your lips against yours again. You chuckle in agreement. It’s been a long day of bickering.

You’re about to open your mouth to speak when Marcus scoops you up just like he had your children, making you squeal as quietly as you can as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He carries you bridal style to your room and lays you down on the bed before getting in next to you. Tucked within his loving embrace, you’re out like a light quicker than the kids were.

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moonsvillain · 16 days

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— various unsorted [desi] james potter headcanons

at least once a day when he’s back home on school break, he makes his mother and him chai to share with biscuits while they discuss catch up with each other.

absolutely loves writing letters. james spends hours penning them out to send to his friends, family, just about anyone he’s close with.

carries around a digital camera because he saw his father’s collection of photo albums and flipped through them one afternoon, becoming determined to keep up his own collection. has one photo album dedicated solely to the marauders.

james is fiercely protective over his friends and the younger gryffindor students. he has a pretty laid back demeanour but snaps to the defensive for the people he cares about when he sees they’re in trouble.

he’s something of a mother-hen. the marauders, who get the brunt of this, get exasperated by his fussing but he’s steady in his insistence on making sure they’re alright, well-fed and watered. ends up freaking out when they get sick because of this, much to their amusement.

he’s a bit of a neat freak. one thing his father drilled into his mind was having a proper morning hygiene routine and can’t stand how dirty the bathroom and dorms get with four teenage boys sharing the space, so he’s always deep cleaning at least once a month. imagine sisyphus with a mop.

very touchy. his friends’ personal space is his personal space. his love language is physical affection and he’s someone who’s very dependent on it. will idly hold someone’s hand while rambling on about nothing, slumped under an oak tree by hogwarts’ lake.

a very competitive quidditch player. he likes to pretend that everything comes easy to him out of some weird sense of pride or his belief that he’ll be cooler if he holds onto a facade of nonchalance but on a particularly manic day he could rival oliver wood’s special brand of obsessive enthusiasm when it comes to a quidditch match.

james and sirius “dated” for one week in their first year because they both wanted practice at a relationship so they wouldn’t fuck up if they got into a real one. they broke up because james spelled sirius’ knees into being unable to bend and laughed at how stupid his gait looked on his way to the hospital wing because he didn’t remember the counter-jinx.

there are a few words that james says completely wrong because he never actually heard them growing up—just read them and guessed how they were pronounced without going through the effort to figure it out—and up until he’s in his twenties, he’s still discovering bits and pieces of his vocabulary that he’s been pronouncing wrong for his entire life without knowing.

james didn’t learn to speak english until he was six but now he speaks it better than he does his mother tongue. every few summers he tells himself he’ll learn urdu properly, and every few summers, he forgets about this resolution entirely.

his relatives from back home had a collection of dvds that fleamont liked to watch for nostalgia’s sake, and as a result, james grew up watching them as well. by the time he gets to hogwarts, his mind is filled with bollywood classics, earworms in the form of love songs in hindi that twirl through his brain while he floats through detentions, and romantic gestures that seem just fantastical enough for him to try them on the first beauty he saw (read: lily evans) when he first stepped foot in hogwarts.

when sirius runs away from home for good and ends up at james’ place, they spend the first three weeks immediately afterwards sleeping in the same bed, james hugging him through nightmares while sirius clung onto him for dear life. something in their friendship changed for good that night, and james thought sirius became a brother to him at that moment.

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drivinmeinsane · 4 months

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Christmas Movie ※ 12 Days of Goosemas

Day Two ※ Driver / Ken

{12 Days of Goosemas Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}

※ Summary: Driver has no real idea how to celebrate Christmas, but he's going to do his best he can for Ken.

※ Rating: No mature content.

※ Content/Tags: Fluff, Driver being Driver, Established relationship

※ Word count: 1925

※ Status: Oneshot/Complete

Nervousness is not a completely foreign emotion to Driver but it is unsettling all the same. He gets anticipatory, eager, sometimes feels like he’s vibrating in his own skin to the point that he has to fidget with his toothpick, with his tools, with anything to keep himself in his own body. But he never feels like this, never nervous about someone else’s feelings. Never really had anyone to make him feel this way.

Driver doesn’t celebrate Christmas, not really. His family hadn’t been one for the holiday, more focused on the vague outlines of their relationship. His foster parents had tried, but by the time he had come to them, he was so withdrawn and emotionally empty that it wasn’t worth their efforts. In the years following, it has only been him. Every year, he gets a clap on the shoulder from Shannon and picks up a meal from a Chinese takeout place. Does he like it that way? Not really. Does he want anything different? He doesn’t have the experience to know.

Now that he has Ken living with him, he is willing to try something different. He’s crossing the parking lot of his apartment complex with his arms laden down. He has some store bought sugar cookies, two boxes of Chinese takeout, and a Christmas movie that he's kept in his glove for the past week to keep Ken from finding it. With the plastic takeout bag banging against his hip, he takes the stairs up to the apartment he has been sharing with the other man for the past several months.

The mechanic manages to wrestle his keys out of his front pocket. The worn rabbit’s foot is soft against his palm. He gets the house key into the lock and opens the door only to be welcomed by an empty living room. He hears the shower running. Good. It gives him time to get things situated for tonight without his man vying for his undivided attention.

He grabs a hold of the folding table and drags it in front of the couch. It will have to serve as a coffee table for this evening. They regrettably do not have the space for one, not with Driver knowing beyond the shadow of a doubt that Ken would hit his shins on it at any possible opportunity. He does not relish the idea of the other man hurtling through the living room because he clipped the table in his eagerness to greet him at the door when he gets home from work.

Once the table is positioned with enough room between it and the couch to squeeze, he sets the plastic bag and the cookies on it. He double checks which is which before putting Ken’s on the right side of the table. Driver knows that Ken prefers to be closer to the television and to where the folding table, and Driver himself, usually reside. If he is too far away from him, he knows that the other man starts to get antsy. Work has taken up so much of his time lately, pushing him out of the apartment for so long that he’s taken to sleeping in the back seat of his Malibu between jobs. While he may not say it outright, he knows that being away so much due to the holiday workload increase has been taking a clear toll on Ken. It should be over after the start of the New Year.

He crosses the small studio apartment to kneel at the dresser that also functions as a television stand. They’ve shoved the DVD player in the gap between the bottom of it and the floor. Not ideal, but they have to make use of their available space. Since Ken has become a fixture in his life, he has things now. Not many, but still more than just the duffel bag of clothes and handful of personal effects he had before. He pops open the DVD case he’s holding in his hand and barely stands up from shoving the disk into the slot when the bathroom door opens. He turns in time to see Ken’s excited face as he gasps out “Driver!” before he has an armful of the very muscular, very wet, and very excited man.

“I missed you,” Ken sighs against his neck, “You were gone longer than usual. I was starting to get worried.”

Driver grunts and runs a hand up and down Ken’s back. The skin is hot and damp underneath his palm. Since Driver has a toothpick in his mouth, Ken settles for planting wet, open-mouthed kisses against his jaw. He can’t say he minds the attention. This is so much much better than coming home to an empty, lifeless apartment after long days at the garage and even longer nights driving the streets. Ken’s mere existence gives him something to look forward to.

He takes a hand off the man clinging to him and plucks his toothpick from between his teeth in order to tuck it behind his ear. With it out of the way, he nudges at Ken with his face, bumping his nose against his cheek, guiding him into a better angle before he kisses him.

Ken always tastes sweet. He’s a contrast to Driver in every way. The wheelman knows that he is distant, quiet, and unapproachable. Ken is not any of those things. He balances out all the bad in him.

Instinctively, he deepens the kiss when Ken whines into his mouth. Driver quickly comes to his senses, however, and realizes he has to head this off before they get entirely derailed. He pushes at Ken to separate the two of them. He soothes Ken's disappointment by pulling the towel from the tan man’s waist and dropping it over his head, leaving him bare. Driver rustles it to dry his hair so it stops dripping onto his shoulders. Finished with the other man’s hair, he moves to wipe away the beads of water that have trailed down his chest. The mechanic avoids allowing his eyes to trace over the constellations of freckles. If he thinks about the other man too hard, he’s going to be popping a boner. Getting worked up in his jeans over Ken's bare chest doesn’t exactly represent the Christmas spirit he’s trying to provide tonight.

“Put somethin’ on and take a seat.” He tells Ken, bundling up the towel in his arms to toss over the rack in the bathroom.

Driver comes back into the living room after hanging the towel up to dry. He’s pleased to see that Ken listened to him and is waiting as patiently as he can manage on the couch, even if he does look ready to leap up at a moment’s notice to crowd into his personal space. Driver busies himself with unzipping his jacket and tosses it onto the bed once he shrugs it off his shoulders. He doesn’t miss the way that Ken brushes his tongue over his bottom lip, pupils dilating. It’s inviting, too inviting. For his own sanity, he has to ignore it. He picks the remote up off the dresser before taking a seat next to Ken. The other man immediately turns to him.

“What’s the occasion?” He asks cheerfully.

“Christmas.”

Ken squints at him in thought before perking back up. “I think we had that in Barbieland! It’s the day that more dol- people move in, right?”

Driver looks at him in confusion before it clicks. Oh, more Barbies as Christmas presents. That tracks with the wild story that Ken shared of his origins.

“Uh… we do it different here.” He offers.

“Oh, like how? Some of the others have said something about Santa, but I don’t know about all of that and I-.” Driver cups his hand over the back of Ken’s neck and pulls him over, silencing him with a press of his mouth against his. It’s rough, inelegant, meant to subdue.

Ken looks dazed when Driver releases him. Managing Ken is an art he’s not sure that he’s mastered but this seems to do well to earn a moment of peace. Keeps his mouth busy with something other than running it. He usually doesn’t mind it when Ken fills hours of silence with his ramblings, but he does have a plan after all.

“I’ll show you,” he tells him. Ken flashes a wide smile at him in response, all perfectly white teeth.

“I like it when you show me things,” the other man says earnestly.

Heat arcs up Driver’s spine. He has to fight the urge to draw Ken back in, to say screw it and just devour him on the couch, the floor, anywhere really. He wouldn’t be too picky. He instead busies himself with the remote and presses play.

“Figured we’d do a movie this year.” He frowns, decides to let himself be vulnerable for a moment. “Don’t really know what to do beyond that.”

“Why?”

“Haven’t had anyone to celebrate with.”

Ken nudges him, nearly knocking him into the arm of the couch. “You have me now. It’s something that happens every year, right? We can be the best at Christmas.”

Driver ducks his head and smiles. He’s warm with a feeling other than the simmering arousal that he’s had to tamp down. He taps the lid of Ken's takeout box before he picks up his own. They eat, and Ken can hardly take his eyes off of the television. He’s entranced by the stop motion. He excitedly turns to Driver every now and then to point at the screen and exclaim.

They end up taking an intermission halfway through the movie. Driver clears away the takeout boxes and moves the table back to its usual spot. He also switches the lamp off, leaving the streetlights outside their window and the television as their only sources of light. Turning back to the couch, he’s briefly surprised to see that Ken has slid over into his place and is looking expectantly up at him. He’s dragged Driver’s jacket from the bed and it’s resting on his lap. He pats the cushion next to him and Driver takes the hint. He sits down, avoiding the container of sugar cookies on the floor by the couch, barely has the remote in hand before Ken is resting his head on his lap, drawing the jacket up over his shoulder to use as a blanket.

The weight of Ken on his thighs is comforting and he can't help but relax into the softness of the couch cushions. The wheelman places his hand on the side of Ken’s neck and caresses him; sometimes scratching his short nails in his hair, tracing the curve of his ear every now and then, occasionally brushing his fingers over his cheekbone. He almost lulls himself into a doze. He's more relaxed than he has been all week.

“Why Rudolph?” Ken asks suddenly as the reindeer is leading Santa’s sleigh through the dark with only the light of his nose.

Driver’s hand goes still and it’s a long moment before he finds the words. “The unwanted ones were finally loved by somebody.”

“Oh.” Ken says softly. He reaches up and covers Driver’s hand with his own, interlacing their fingers.

Maybe they’re not that much of opposites, Driver thinks. They were both misfits that hadn’t had a place in their respective worlds, but they have a place here and now, together. They want each other. They love each other. There was nothing more he could possibly want than this.

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fenrislorsrai · 8 months

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I Know Where I'm Going

Season 2 is just Neil Gaiman attempting to get us to read and watch all his favs while looking for Clues.

so got "I Know Where I'm Going" from the library.

as a mundane note on the DVD, the subtitles are incredibly hard to find on the menus for some reason. I finally gave up using the onscreen menu and forced it through opening a track direct on my player. So if you get the DVD, there ARE subtitles, you just gotta work for 'em.

also there's several points where they just subtitle it as "speaking Gaelic". It's effectively shot from a non-Gaelic speaker's POV so I'm okay with it not being translated but it would have been nice is there were subtitles, in Gaelic, for those sections.

This movie rates an enormous HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM from me. Many interesting coincidences.

Free fic title for folks: "may your pulse beat as your heart would wish"

Rest under the cut in case you want to watch this.

You can read the plot on WIkipedia so I'm not gonna focus on the relevant bits for Good Omens cause that's why you're reading this.

First up you get the female lead meeting with her father for dinner, who specifically mentions coming from Eccleshall to see her off. This is a different town than Eccles of the Eccles cake, but did make me go look that up.

The tartan hills sequence really is direct from this movie as part of a dream sequence. Joan's father had warned her she was marrying a man, not his company, but the dream sequence does involve actually marrying the company as shown off by some large industrial machinery. big HMM there on theme.

She's clearly marrying this guy for safety and financial security but you never really learn much else about him. She seems to have worked for him and then climbed into position of getting married. You hear this guy's voice on a shortwave radio but never actually see him. He's also described with general disdain by the locals as an imposter. He's not the real lord, he's just the guy with the money.

Which is something that comes up repeatedly thematically as New Money vs Old Money. even the Old Money doesn't have much and that's why they're renting out to the New Money because they're land rich, cash poor as are post of the people that are in the area.

There's a bit where the rich new folks go call on one of the old nobles and comment on how she's only got three servants on a quite big house and she comments on "don't need them when I have guests" and then you get to see Torquil, who actually is a lord (and the love interest here) getting told to set the table for the elderly noblewoman he's visiting. Which he does. and for the rich New Money folks who do nothing to help.

You also have a conversation with some of the locals making fun of the rich industrialist paying money to import salmon, when he's got salmon swimming in the stream of the land he's renting, but isn't catching. He's also having a swimming pool built... on an inland, which they all think he's mad for. (considering the ocean murdering people is a plot point, wanting to swim in warmer non-murderous water seems pretty reasonable)

But there's an overall Vibe of the new money having MONEY but not class.

Torquil has class but also responsibilities. He's only here because he's been serving in the Navy and is home on shore leave. Catriona, who provides Torquil and Joan somewhere to stay while waiting out the stormy weatehr has been providing housing a unit of soldiers up until about a week ago. So you get that clear "they're doing their part for the war, the New Rich aren't".

You also get Joan attempting to pay a local fisherman quite a lot of cash to take her to the nearby island in heavy weather. It's really too much cash for him to refuse. That could buy him ability to marry and buy a boat of his own. Torquil is Pissed Offabout it though because he considers it thoughtless. You could wait and not risk that man's life over this. He eventually gets talked around but goes with on the boat trip since he actually IS in the Navy and can manage to help get engine restarted in boat when they get swapped.

So a lot of themes in common, but lets get back to the real meat here: THE CURSE.

Torquil has never been in the nearby castle, which is basically just a standing square tower. Not have any of his immediate ancestors because everybody knows about the curse and that he can't set foot in the castle of Something Terrible Will Happen.

This gets called back to several times but without any indication of the exact nature of the curse.

This IS a romance so the whole point is this delay in the travel makes Joan reconsider marrying the rich guy. but before that, you have Joan and Torquil split up. They have a farewell kiss and then part ways. Torquil wishes her well and suggests since some pipers got hired for this delayed wedding, she should have them play a tune they heard earlier in a dance scene.

meanwhile, he's been delayed so many times getting to the same island (which is his home), his shore leave is now over, he has to go back to the Navy. So is walking off to catch a ride and goes past the castle.

Stares at it and is "okay, Joan's right, this is stupid I've been scared by this curse the whole time" so goes into castle to climb the tower actually see the curse carved in stone.

OH HEY, THAT CURSE AIN'T WHAT YOU THOUGHT. It's one of those written in such a way it can be read several ways. One of which is "you can never leave this place without the person you love." oh hey, are those bagpipers playing Our Song???

Happy reunion had, Joan wants to be with Torquil nevermind marrying the company for riches. what they do about Torquil's leave being over, IDK, movie over, this is a romance, off we go.

#good omens #I know where I'm going

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iamthecomet · 8 months

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Do you think any of the ghouls are like, super into anime or a book series or some drama? Like, I wanna know what you think the ghouls do as hobbies and how they entertain themselves when they're not on tour or fucking each other's brains out

I have so many thoughts about ghoul hobbies! I think I've probably posted about them before? But I don't remember and my brain changes my own ghoul lore from moment to moment. But here are some quick words about what hobbies I think they have. Cumulus: Crochet and knitting. Always making something. Does it a lot on tour during free time, but also in the winter. Watches a lot of movies/tv shows too--but always has a craft in her hands while she is. Mountain: Plants, which I guess is obvious. But to be more specific tea making. Loves trying out new combinations with different effects. Sunshine: Makes tea with Mountain. Crochets with Cumulus. Reads with Dew and Rain. Watches a lot of TV. Doesn't have a singular solo hobby as much as she has adopted everyone else's in order to spend more time with them. Swiss: The movie guy. Watches a lot of movies. Knows them all. Resident movie chooser. Also very knowledgeable about TV. Just gets really into it, easily absorbed in a story line. Not snobby about it either, just genuinely likes visual media. Always trust Swiss' recommendations. Dew: Collector of knowledge of all things horror and underground rock/metal. Extensive vinyl and DVD collection. Knows more about bands and bad movies than anyone else. Always playing something weird on his record player. Also, really loves to read but shhh don't tell anyone. Rain: Abbey bookworm. Will read anything and everything. Has read half the books in the library (especially the ones he isn't supposed to). Cirrus: Occasional knitter and cross stitcher (mostly just in the winter). Watches and listens to A LOT of true crime. Is maybe a little too into it. Aurora: Anime and Manga. Always reading something. Always in the middle of an extensive anime series. Despite having been topside for a short time knows more than anyone else about any of it. Swiss recommended a few to her and it was over for her after that. Aeon: Music guy, like Dew. But more varied. Doesn't focus on collecting a certain genre like Dew, just loves to find new music. Is always listening to something no one else has ever heard of. Not into vinyl, but always has earbuds in. Also, really into succulents. Aether: Visual art. Loves to draw and paint. Spends a lot of free time sketching. Has full sketchbooks full of scenes from tour buses and venues. Likes to keep his hands busy and loves being able to capture a moment in time.

#comet comments #ghoul headcanons #ghost headcanons #unnamed ghoul #comet canons

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ninapi · 1 year

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Premise: Osamu fights for his very own chance at happiness when he is reunited with his first love, the mother of his brother's son.

Word Count: 4085

Note: Welcome to route two of the story. If you haven’t read the first part I would highly suggest you do so since there’s a lot of things I will skim through in this one that were explained in detail in the previous route, so it would help you understand better what's going on (link here).

If you already did, then this side of the story will tell Samu’s side and will reset itself completely, meaning, once more it starts from Seiji’s first day of school. Hope you like this one too!

Chapter 1: New beginnings.

Today being your son’s first day of kindergarten has you thinking of the old times. Looking at your son’s uniform reminds you when you were the one to use a similar one, when life was easier and the worst of your worries was deciding what to play during lunch period.

Back then, when you were his age you had two best friends, twin boys from your neighborhood, you instantly clicked with them one day at the park and were inseparable ever since.

In reality you had one friend, the other one was just clingy and never let you two alone, a bit annoying.

Memories of all the fun adventures you had in your youth were flooding in while you go on with your morning routine, getting your son ready for this important day.

A particularly fond memory pops into your head; It was winter time and Osamu had slip on icy snow when he was racing his brother into school. He got a scrapped knee and a cut on his cheek, so the teachers told him to stay inside during lunch time, maybe read a book or watch a movie.

He was sulking in the corner of the classroom since it was Friday and that meant you would all play hide and seek outside, he really liked Fridays. But you decided to stay inside with him. You brought with you the box of dvd’s the teacher gave him and the two of you picked a random Disney film to watch, sitting next to each other on the floor and sipping on hot cocoa, it was still a very lovely Friday.

That’s until Atsumu came running in to look for you, they needed another player, that’s what he said but it didn’t make much sense to you, is not like you needed even numbers to play hide and seek, so you refused, hugging Samu’s arm and scowling at the boy who was disturbing your peaceful afternoon. You didn't want to go out in the cold, just wanted to stay inside and be with your bestie.

But he never takes no for an answer. He started pulling you by your ankle and dragged you out with him. You were annoyed to say the least, but once he finally let go of your ankle, he went on his knees and helped you get into your shoes, lacing them tightly for you not to fall, then took off his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, smiling brightly at you and thanked you for playing with him even when it was such a cold day.

It’s somewhat a bittersweet memory, you honestly wanted to stay in with Osamu and you know you would have had just as much fun that day if you did, but truth is that you did have lots of fun playing with Tsumu, you two would hide together in the strangest of places and whisper tactics to each other, he would huddle close to keep you warm constantly, and even if you found him annoying at first, that day you started to see him differently.

That was just one of the many memories you have of the past with similar outcomes.

There was that one time Samu was sick and you went to tend to him back to health and Tsumu dragged you away to go shopping for ‘better medicine’ but managed to keep you out with him all day.

The day he begged the english teacher to let him be your partner for the school project instead of Samu because common he is already smart, he doesn't need you as much as he does, making you spend all the free time you had during those three weeks glued to him.

The day you were supposed to hang out with Samu after school, he had planned this for months but was totally not a date according to him; and Tsumu lifted you over his shoulder and ran, stealing you away before you two could leave to confess his feelings for you.

There were just too many of this sort of day to count. Days you were supposed to spend with Samu but Tsumu got in the way, and it really makes you think what could have happen if you would have spent those days with him instead. Seiji might not have come to this world and that is a terrifying thought, but maybe, just maybe things would have been different.

You really didn’t want to think about them on such an emotionally heavy day, but you did miss them both, specially on days like today, days that your son should have shared with all his family, not just you. But who your heart truly missed was Samu. You would give almost anything to have him here right now bullying you into eating spicy stuff like the old days, anything to just hold his hand in yours and just breathe.

He was always by your side since you had recollection of your own self. Always there for you no matter how you felt. If you were angry, he would share his food with you; If you were sad, he would rub your back until you stopped crying; If you were happy, he would listen to you and try his best to prolong said happiness. He knew you better than you knew yourself. And when you were at your lowest, he just disappeared.

You expected him to pop out of nowhere once he would realize you were looking for him. You expected him to call you back. Who doesn’t call their best friend back after 51 missed calls? But you lost faith when you called him again and the machine on the other side of the line told you that number didn’t belong to anyone. He left you, just like his brother, the father of your son did.

Somehow you didn’t expect him to be on his brother’s side but apparently he was, as he was clearly avoiding you too.

You really miss him and your son constantly reminds you of him, to make it all worse. He’s got Tsumu’s eyes, but the rest is basically a mix of Samu and you. There’s days when all he does reminds you of Tsumu though like right now, he was currently dancing shirtless, sticking the back end of his toothbrush in his belly button to make you laugh. He is the silliest little munchkin and you love him with all your soul, but he did get that from his dad. Tsumu always knew how to make you laugh and forget about whatever your problems were at the time, but only Samu could help you solving them.

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His first day at school was finally over. You were waiting for him outside the school gates, when your phone rings, it was the owner of a bookstore you had previously contacted for a job offering. He wanted you to come to his shop in an hour for an interview in person and it was honestly a bit out of the way, you had to hurry if you wanted to be there on time, which meant taking your son along.

“Mama, do I really have to go? I’m so tired and I even got something called homework. Is about cutting this shapes and building a house with it.” sighs your son in defeat at the new concept of school life.

“It will be just a second, baby. Mama really needs this job, ok? I promise I will buy you something yummy to eat once we’re done.” he perks at the mention of food, he could never say no to that.

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The interview doesn’t go as well as you had hoped. They needed you for the night shift and the pay rate wasn’t even high enough to cover the fee of a babysitter, not really what you needed right now so you had to let it go.

Your son was now clutching onto your side like a leech, demanding your attention, “Mama can we go to that shop across the street?” he got his puppy eyes out, ready to beg and you were terrified that whatever he wanted to eat was out of your budget, but seemed to be an onigiri shop, that should be ok. You were so busy trying to remember how much money you had left in each card that you didn't even notice the name of said shop, your son now inspecting the menu display at the front in search for the promised treat.

“Can I get two? I can’t decide what I want.” he was seriously torn, there were so many options, is this really just an onigiri shop? “Just one, baby.” it saddens you that you can’t say yes to everything he wants but the the sad reality is that you still need to find another job before next month or you’ll be in troubles and won’t be able to pay for his school.

Seiji runs inside the shop, still torn, he calls for the man in charge, “Excuse me sir, can you please explain to me the difference between the tuna-mayo and the tsuntsun tuna-mayo?” the man behind the counter chuckles at the cute question, quickly clearing his throat as to not insult the child and headed over to where he was to answer to all his concerns, “Sure, well you see the tsuntsun one has bits of corn inside and a special sauce mixed in with the mayo making it a little spicy, while the other one is just a regular-“ he stops in his tracks when he sees Seiji’s face. What’s going on? It’s like he is looking into a mirror but twenty years ago, wait no, taking a better look is not him, is Tsumu. Is this some kind of weird dream? Did he fall asleep while standing again?

That’s when you went inside the shop, looking for the card inside your purse to pay for the treat, “Baby did you choose already? We gotta go get that homework done.” the towel Osamu was holding onto has been now discarded somewhere on the floor, “(Y/N)…?” you hear your name being called and you raised your eyes from your purse, confused. The man standing behind the counter was staring at you with glossy eyes, just about ready to jump over the counter. He’s changed a bit over the years, but you could recognize him even with the lights out and your eyes closed. “Samu….?” time had stopped, all you could do was just stare at each other, tears threatening to come out.

Your son breaks the little bubble you guys just made by whining loudly, “Mama what do I do? The other one has corn! CORN! I need to try it too. Can I please have both? I promise I won’t ask for anything else in the entire week.” he really needs to try them both and is currently in need of a plan to get his mom get them for him. Or so he thought, when the onigiri man just grabbed one of each and puts them on a plate, walking over to one of the tables, “Guess what? You are our guest #100 of the day, meaning you get to eat all you want for free. Come here, just let me know if you want anything else. But the rules say is just for you, so you gotta eat here by yourself. Don’t worry, your mom can sit there at the counter.” he pointed to where he was standing before and Seiji looks up at you waiting for your approval before accepting the very tempting offer. “Go on, my love. I’ll watch over you from there, ok?” he nods, quickly climbing onto the seat.

Osamu then grabs your hand as gently as one can hold someone, pulling you over to the side, “(Y/N) oh my god, where have you been all this time? Is he who I think he is?” he keeps on looking at Seiji, stunned at how much he looks like himself and you just nod, “That’s your brother’s son, yes. I tried to tell you what was going on but you just disappeared on me.” you try not to resent him, but you’ve been thinking about how sad you were because of the fact of him not being there for your son today all day and even if you miss even the dirt under his nails, you put up your wall.

“I disappeared on you? (Y/N) don’t get me started. That bastard lied to me, threw my phone in the ocean and convinced me to take a year long internship in Okinawa just to keep me away from the situation.” he blurts out and even if the whole thing is not even the slightest bit funny, you both laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. “Of course he did.” is all you said, sitting on one of the stools near the counter, Osamu sitting beside you.

“No but seriously, why did you close all your social media? How was I supposed to find you if you leave your house, cut ties with your family and close all your accounts? I made Rin go personally and talk to all of our friends to see if anyone had seen you, but no-one had since that day you had the fight with Tsumu.” you sighed at the memory, you really didn’t want to face anyone during that time, all you wanted was for Atsumu to go back home or for Samu to pick up his phone. Not like any of your other ‘friends’ would care anyways. “You remember Karasuno?” he breaks your line of thought with a seemingly random question and you hum in response, “You mean that one school you guys played against during high school?” you were so confused right now, and he nods, “Well the captain of their team is now a cop, I contacted him, twice actually, to see if he could help me find you. But there was so little information I could give him, he just couldn’t.” that left you speechless for a good couple of minutes and he just remained quiet, checking on Seiji every now and then while you processed all he just said. “You tried to get the cops involved?” this really moved you and sent your heart to crash against some very dangerous waves. All this time you thought he had just abandoned you like Atsumu did, when in reality he was looking for you and you were stupid enough to not leave any traces. Osamu holds your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, something he used to do to try and calm you down, nodding to answer your question, but feeling his warmth makes the waterworks go loose, tears now springing out of your eyes hard, “I would never leave you, (Y/N).” he whispers and you know he means it.

Your son orders a couple more tsuntsun balls but Osamu gets him different types for him to try as recommendation, guaranteeing this was completely free and he could eat as much as he wanted. Since he didn’t hear you complain, he just continued eating happily unaware of your emotional state.

Coming back to your side Osamu notices you stopped crying so he continues. “Can you believe he threw both of our phones into open ocean? Can I not look for dolphins without having my useless brother boycotting my entire life? Seriously, what did I do to deserve this. I should've killed him inside Ma’s uterus.” your imagination runs wild, making you giggle at the thought. Hearing you laugh still makes his insides turn.

“Well yes, I believe you. He can be a real ass when he wants to.” there was no doubt about that. Osamu keeps on looking over at Seiji curiously and you noticed this, “His name is Seiji, he’s five. I don’t tell him much about you two just because it’s always been really hard for me, but he is very smart he’s probably eyeing you already thinking of why you have his face.” Seiji looks up at this very moment glaring at you while stuffing his face with rice. “And boy, does he have your face, just look at him right now.” you can’t avoid chuckling at the sight, he really is adorable.

Osamu smiles at this, but it quickly tugs at his heart, you’ve had to raise a child on your own for such a long time and his irresponsible brother was having his best life, how was this fair? “(Y/N), does Tsumu know about him?” he knows his brother but honestly hopes he isn’t as stupid, “Yeah, well that’s why he left me. I told him I was pregnant, he didn’t believe it was his and just left.” Osamu’s breath hitches, he lied to him more than once, it seems. “He did WHAT? He told me you two had a fight because you cheated on him so he broke up with you. That is VERY different than what you are telling me right now. Of course you wouldn’t cheat on him that’s a ridiculous thought, unless it would have been with me of course, but I’m 100% sure that the kid isn’t mine, sadly.” you smile at the thought, you wish it was his, but you aren’t going to tell him that, not right now at least, so all you do is rest your head on his shoulder, looking at Seiji. “Yeah well he thought the baby wasn’t his, and left and I couldn’t find you in the nine months I stayed there so I decided to move here to Tokyo and have been here since then. Never been to this area before though, you have a nice shop. I’m proud of you.” you looked up at him, giving him a loving smile, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, I’m glad you like it. What were you doing here then?” he hands you a tuna-mayo onigiri, realizing you are probably as hungry as your son, grabbing one for himself as well and you eat it happily, a nostalgic feeling invading all your senses. “I applied for a job at the book store across the street so I had an interview for it just now.” you sigh, your shoulders deflating as you are suddenly reminded of your bad luck.

“Didn’t get it I assume?” he picks a loose rice resting on your cheek and brought it over to his mouth, quickly switching to his normal self towards you, like if you were apart for six hours, not six years, “Nah-uh, he wanted me to take the night shift and I don’t have anyone to take care of Seiji so I couldn’t take it.” he hums in acknowledgement, getting distracted by the toddler now at his feet, poking his thigh.

He looked down smiling at the child, “Sir, are you my dad? You look like me and I saw you kissing my mom, so that's the only thing that makes sense.” he looks at him with a deadpan look on his face, not really bothered in the slightest, making Osamu choke on his rice, you weren’t lying, he really is smart. “There’s nothing I would like more in the universe than to be your dad, kid. But no, I’m your uncle. Now, if the ‘Seiji’s dad’ spot isn't taken, then maybe I should line up.” he looks back at you shooting you a small wink and you shake your head smiling, before picking your son up and bringing him to sit on your lap. He looks so silly when he winks, it’s hilarious. “Your dad has a twin brother, love. He looks just like you, doesn’t he?” you nuzzle his soft hair with your nose and Seiji can't get his eyes off of this new found uncle of his. They really have the same face, it’s weird.

“Mama, my homework thingie. I gotta start soon or I wont finish it. Uncle, sir, do you happen to have some glue?” he just met his long lost uncle and all he can think of is homework.

“I do not, nephew sir. But I can go to the convenience store real quick and get it for you. Can you watch the shop for me, (Y/N)? We still have a couple of hours till peak time, no one should come. I’ll be right back.” he says while jogging out of the shop but turning back in, “Wait, I just remembered Atsumu used to eat his glue when we were about Seiji’s age. Should I get him the stick one instead of the liquid one just in case?” memories of Atsumu stealing everyones glue and giving you sticky kisses just to make you squeal in disgust comes to mind and you can’t help but laugh at this, “Yeah, he does take after him in the weirdest of things so let's go for the stick.” you smile back at Osamu, pulling the homework binder out of your sons backpack.

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Osamu decided to close the shop early and help you both with the house building project. Your son wanting to build a dog house with this bunch of random shapes in prints, giving you a headache.

He got his phone out and looked for inspirational dog houses designs, and they went all in for hours, coloring and cutting the shapes given by the assignment to fit their design. Never would you have imagined a kindergarten homework would be as complex, of course, it wasn’t, they just made it complex because that’s how they are. Seiji wanted to have the best house, who knows maybe he’ll get an award! And Osamu can’t let other parents beat him, so they worked hard until both fell asleep on top of the table, a green heart glued to Osamu’s cheek and the back of an orange crayon poking dangerously close to your son’s mouth. You just had to take a picture of this, the cutest thing you’ve seen in forever.

You forgot lowering your phone’s volume before doing so though, the sound of the picture taken waking Osamu up from his slumber.

He looks at Seiji’s sleeping face right by his own and smiles, looking up at you while taking off his jacket and draping it around the child.

“(Y/N) so, I was thinking. Would you like to work here with me?” this startled you, the thought never crossing your mind. “Truth is, I fired the guy I had as part-time because he kept on eating everything secretly and was a nuisance, so now I have to work alone all day and it’s really hard to do everything at once. There wouldn’t be trust issues between us so you could take on the customers and I can focus in the kitchen. We’ve always made the best team, don’t think thats changed.” you can see the longing in his eyes as he waits for your reply, “Are you for real, Samu? That would be awesome! When would you need me here?” you were more excited to work with him than anything else but must still keep your cool, you can’t leave Seiji on his own so the schedule needs to fit in, that’s always been your problem. “Oh well I open at 10AM and close at 9PM. I would like to have you full time if possible.” he nods in thought, he’s been really struggling and if he wants to make changes to the menu, he needs time, and you helping him would be the best for his shop right now. “All day? I mean that’s fantastic, Samu! But what do I do with Seiji? He goes out of school at 3PM and its a bit far from here.” you walk in circles around the shop, trying to find a way to take this. “Hmmm they should have a school transport, no? They could just drop him here. I actually live here, on the second floor. We can get him settled there and he can chill and do his homework and stuff while we work. How does that sound? I can install a camera and you can check on him with your phone. Of course I’ll take you home at night and make sure you guys are safe.” he walks over to you, pulling you by your waist to stop you from circling his tables like a lion circling pray, pressing you against his chest and wrapping his arms around you lazily. “C’mon, let’s do this together (Y/N). Let’s help each other. We also have to catch up, its been way too long and I wanna spend more time with Seiji, he’s like the coolest kid alive.” you smile at his words, you always knew they would get along.

“Alright, let’s do this.” you look up at him, resting your hands on top of his over your tummy, and his heart soars at the familiarity of it all, he wonders if this is finally the chance he’s been waiting for all his life.

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juliapark13 · 1 year

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Jungkook is a real person, not a fictional character. Respect him.

Jungkook is one of the kindest, most lovely, talented and humble people in the world. I totally hate that Jungkook’s personality is being so disrespectfully misinterpreted by many of „his own fans”. Meanwhile their interpretation of him is the exact opposite of reality.

Taekookers with totally distorted point of view think Jungkook is a toxic boyfriend and V deserves better. This photos show exposed conversations of Tkkr’s Twitter accounts with nearly 10k followers.

Meanwhile Jungkook is the best boyfriend ever, someone can only dream of. He is that type of boyfriend who

makes a romantic travel vlog as a birthday gift for you

comforts you everytime you need

looks at you like you are his whole world

always turns his whole body and attention to you when you speak

drops everything and comes immediately when you call him you need him

gets up early in the morning and climbs a mountain to bring you snow because he knows you love it

makes you a bigger pancake

asks if he should cut things for you, because he doesn’t want you to get hurt

grills the meat, rolls it up and even feeds you and also blows the soup for you

writes romantic letter and posts thirst trap as a birthday wish for you

remembers even the smallest things about you

his mom says I love you immediately when she hears you

has the initiales of your name on his ring finger

Taekookers always say Bighit force Jungkook and V to hide their relationship and Jungkook and Jimin to do fanservice. It’s the most pathetic and desperate theory which they miserably need to fit their made up narratives.

Meanwhile Jungkook does what he wants, he can’t be controlled and forced to do something he doesn’t want. It’s something obvious, it’s his personality trait and also other members said it many times. Saying he is Bighit’s puppet and actor totally contradict his true character. When he wants to show us something, he shows it.

The biggest example is the hickey on MOTS DVD. Taekookers say the company would never show something like that, but it’s the exact opposite. They are testing their boundaries as a closeted couple and to get our reaction to it. Moreover if Jungkook and Jimin didn’t want it to be shown, it wouldn’t be on DVD. When you have distorted mindset for years, of course you can’t get something so simple and logical.

A lot of people don’t get how smart Jungkook is. They totally underestimate his inteligence and perfectionism. Saying he doesn’t look at the lyrics of songs he use, he didn’t know what kookminaredating meant when he added that account to his In the Seom club, posting at 23:08 is just a coincidence,…

Meanwhile Jungkook is a genius. He knows exactly what he does and he knows exactly how it looks like. He wouldn’t put J over M if it was for his name or for other members. It’s a fact that is very hard to accept. He wouldn’t do GCFT, or at least whole about Jimin and with that song. He wouldn’t suck Jimin’s ear in front of the 60k people. The „bite” wouldn’t be on DVD. They wouldn’t sing But I still want you instead of And I still want you even it was just Jimin’s lyric. All those things are deep and statements. They are both showing us what they are and it’s up to us if we accept that.

Nonshippers and anti shippers always dismiss them and downplay any possibility of them being more than friends. Saying we are delusional and we make them uncomfortable. Meanwhile it’s only them who are uncomfortable because they also see it, but they are ones who can’t accept it. It’s not about us imagining, it’s about us not ingnoring and paying attention.

Jungkook is a f***boy and a player. This is the most disgusting misinterpretation of Jungkook’s personality. Because he has tattoos, piercings and wears black clothes and it’s all you need to label him like that? It’s not funny even if some people write it as a joke.

Meanwhile there is a lot of proof Jungkook is in a long-term commited relationship with 1 person. But people will keep ignoring it.

A lot of misinterpretation of Jungkook’s character comes from the delusion and obsession with something which is not real. Those people are drown in their made up lies and false narratives and they aren’t able to see the truth. Jungkook said he monitors everything online. I only hope he doesn’t see all the trash there. But sadly maybe he does and that’s why he uses social media less and less.

#jikook #kookmin #Jungkook #Jeon Jungkook #Jungkook’s personality is misinterprated #Jungkook does what he wants

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gojos-thot-patrol · 2 years

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I now present you with:

Random JJK men head cannons I made while in my feels~

Only my main 3 for now: Suguru, Gojo, Nanami.

SUGURU

Suguru is a music guy. I dont make the rules.

Like, he had an alternative phase back in the day, I lean to mall goth personally, and learned guitar he was such a music guy

Always knew where the best shows were at and was always at them. His favorite type of first date

He doesn't just listen to rock either, he listens to it all. Rock, Pop, Hip Hop, hell he'd even listen to County is the song was a hard enough bop

His love language is albums and playlist.

He has an actual record player and plays actual records. Like a hipster.

Also, the man can cook. Idk, I just get those vibes.

Like, hes naturally really good at it, but never does it cause he hates it.

Unless it's for you baby.

If his SO asked him to cook, he would do it without hesitation. Eating is important

Gets kinda distant when you ask about his technique. Hates talking about it. The most anyones ever gotten out of him is that curses taste like vomit

Which, is probably why actual foods tasting good is so important to him

Former smoker. He actually stopped once he left Jujutsu Sorcerery. He just, wasn't stressed anymore.

Still craves a cigarette whenever Mahito opens his mouth though.

His favorite color was formerly blue. These days it's more of an emerald green

Is fucking fantastic at wii sports. Especially the boxing game, that is where he shines.

GOJO

CONTROVERSIAL TAKE: this man hates drugs. Like, even weed he can't stand it. And he tried too, back in his younger days, just not his thing.

He hates when things mess with his head or his perception. It's why he's not big on drinking either. Especially if it slows his reflexes, he's not about it

Owned a bucket hat and puka shell necklace and at one point is not nearly sorry enough for it.

Hes a bitch for coffee. Don't ask me why, it's just the vibe.

Ok, let me rephrase, he likes creamer with a dash of coffee, add in lots of sugar and milk.

Hes actually a huge sweets guy. Like, to the point that he for sure has a giant candy bowl in his classroom and it's not for his students

Hes not great at communicating his feelings and needs. He has a hard time identifying then in the first place honestly

So, the clearest insight as to how he's feeling is through whatever music he's currently listening too.

Like "Hey babe..you ok?" "Oh? Yea of course doll! Why would you ask that?" "Well, we've been listening to the Johnny Cash cover of 'Hurt' on repeat and people that are ok don't typically do that"

Once it's pointed out to him, he is willing to talk about it to figure out what's going on. Can't fix a problem when you don't know what it is anyway. But, it's gotta be pointed out first.

Cats just love him. No, that's not a pun. Like, stray cats will come up to him on the street and rub up against him and love on him. Cats love him.

And while I wasn't going to make it, he has made the "what can I say? Imma pussy magnet" joke

NANAMI

This man kicks ass at mortal Kombat. Like, that's how he used to blow off steam when he worked his office job and now that's just a skill he has

Any fighting game really. That includes smash bros. Gojo onces convinced Itadori that Nanami never really played games, then challenged him to a bet

Easiest 5000 yen Gojo ever made. Until Nanami found out and demanded half

Hes secretly a huge nerd in general. Like, he has the entirety of star trek on DVD and listens to D&D podcasts

Hes a thin guy. You'd think he wouldn't eat much, right? WRONG that man's legs are hollow. He is every all you can eat buffets worst nightmare

Hes secretly punk. It's some of his favorite music, The Misfits are his favorite band.

Really, he just likes any music that could be considered aggressive. He never has nor would he ever dress like it though

Actually loves fruity drinks. Like he keeps a bottle of Pink Whitney at his apartment for mixed drinks.

Hes not picky though, he'll drink whatever you give him. Unless it tastes like pear. Not a big fan of pear

If he drives a car, it's the most worn our beater you've ever seen. He has the money to replace it, but why do that when it still runs just fine?

Probably because the passenger side door is held together with duct tape, but whatever.

His favorite color is yellow. Like, a pastel cozy yellow, and also more saturated warm yellows. He says it's a happy color and it makes him smile.

Used to have a coffee addiction, but didn't like being addicted to anything. So he's more of a tea guy now.

Can't stand messy, but also loves cleaning so it works out for him. He says cleaning is calming.

Especially when he's playing Dragula at 7am. Much to his neighbors, and sometimes his So's dismay.

Genuinely, as an autistic person, I think he's autistic. Like, the monotone voice and the "I don't give praise or ridicule, I just speak facts" gives me those vibes

Also, he just says what's on his mind and has little to no filter. Sometimes that's a good thing, more often than not it's bad.

Will just randomly crack random body parts. His knuckles, back, neck, his elbows. He snap crackles and pops.

Hes also double jointed in his shoulders, so good luck trying to pin/wrestle with him ever

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #gojo satoru #suguru geto #nanami kento #gojo headcanons #geto headcanons #nanami headcanons #headcanon #gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader

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positivelyghastly · 1 year

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Behold, a collection of stupid headcanons I’ve been chewing on for a while

Primo always has a cup of tea on hand. He’s got a wide collection of blends, the ingredients for which he grows in his gardens, and loves helping people find a blend they really like. He has a vendetta against shop bought teabags and insists they all taste bad

I like to think that air ghouls are very connected to the weather and can do things like conjure storms and rain and clouds even when they’re inside. They can also float because (insert magical explanation that has something to do with manipulation of air currents here) I said so

Water ghouls can breath underwater (of course) and when Rain goes to hang out in the pond he likes to just sink to the bottom and lay there for a while. Sometimes he falls asleep and the others need to send another water ghoul to go fetch him

Mountain and the other earth ghouls can make plants grow and can communicate/sense what the plant is feeling and what it needs. Primo would often have at least one of them with him when he was tending to the garden so they could tell him what plants needed extra attention and care

Secondo is very into the occult side of the church and is the first person people will go to when they need help with rituals and the like. He pretends that he doesn’t care but secretly loves the attention and that people will come to him for help despite his reputation (this is a very common take but magic man Secondo has been bouncing around my brain like a dvd screensaver)

Sister Imperator knits. She made Copia a little pair of mittens once when he was a wee boy and just kept making him new pairs every year, she still does it to this day. She also knitted those sparkly gold jumpers the ghouls are wearing in the christmas photos and she even made Sunshine her own sparkly jumper the year she was summoned so she didn’t feel left out

Dewdrop can spit sparks by hitting his teeth together like flint and likes to do it to scare people for fun. Sometimes when he gets really angry he can’t control it and the grinding and gnashing of his teeth sends them flying at whatever poor sod is getting yelled at

The ghouls can climb the walls like Dracula and like to bask in sunspots like overgrown lizards (I’ve posted this one before but thought I’d add it to the list)

Copia fucking LOVES watching game shows and heckles the players as if they can hear him. He is the uncle that thinks he can beat everyone on The Chase

#the band ghost #shitghosting #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus i #it’s mostly about the ghouls because they have been running rampant in my brain for the last like 2 months

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fleet-off · 1 year

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*chinhands* talk to me about the WIPs you want to share with the world and how they came to be.

Lilyyyyy. Baiting me with this question when you know I have too many WIPs (16! 16 with 2k+ words apiece! it's a compulsion!). Here are my three immediate priorities once Lapping at the Edges is complete:

Body Bag: The one where Pete finds playing dead relaxing and Vegas decidedly does not. It’s a nonsexual bondage body-disposal roleplay gone wrong, featuring failure to safeword on Vegas’s part and dom drop, followed by hurt/comfort aftercare sex next to the shallow grave Vegas dug for Pete on his request. Their sex life is so weird here. Vegas’s preoccupation with death symbolism is a delight to write from the outside, and the remnants of Pete’s fucked-up passive death wish equally so. And I get to write my favorite unhealthy kink headcanon for them, where they’re both terrible at safewording because one of them has been conditioned to accept punishment and the other believes he deserves it. I am incredibly excited for this fic.

And speaking of bad communication and a preoccupation with death!

Stable Delusion: the resurrection AU, beloved. My little novella about shadows and concealment, empty mirrors and guilt, still waters and autonomy, and Vegas achieving a horror so miraculous that Pete can never know. I woke up months ago with the prologue in my notes app and no memory of writing it, and I’ve been obsessing about it since. Here’s a fresh excerpt (warning for the physical results of S/M):

On the other side of the mirror, Vegas’s skin was a tapestry of damage. Rope burns crowded the insides of his wrists. Dull red lines scored his chest and what Pete could see of his throat. He wore a mass of bite marks on his stomach and bare legs, and a circle of them around his hip. The body was Vegas’s, but the marks belonged to Pete—each a match for one Vegas himself had laid into his flesh. Outside his own skin, he could better appreciate the skill in the patterns of welts peeking past the insides of Vegas’s thighs, the artistry in the pretty chaos of bruises blooming across his belly, the affection in the purples of Vegas’s thumbprints on either side of his throat. In the logic of Pete’s dream, all of this seemed just. If the marks were Pete’s, then they were Vegas’s too, surely. But if Vegas was to have marks, shouldn’t Pete be the one to bestow them?

and third,

Off the Handle: Vegas doesn’t know how to handle low-level family conflict. A tiff over the dishwasher leads him to start sabotaging the means for Pete or Macau to harm themselves. Here’s the bit of the outline that made me fall in love with this one:

And finally Pete approaches him like. “Hey, so Macau found all the kitchen knives stashed behind the DVD player. Is this why we’ve been ordering so much takeout lately?” And, “It’s not ideal as a weapons stash, is the thing. People reach back there without looking. It’s not accessible during an attack. We need those knives for cooking. Also, Macau’s not going to tell you, but it really freaked him out.” And at last, “Is this because I tried to put them in the dishwasher?” “You don’t put wooden handles in the dishwasher.” “…Right.” Pete steels his shoulders, curls his hands in Vegas’s. “Hey. Are you planning something?” Vegas blinks. “The fuck could I be planning? I have nothing to plan.” “You hid the kitchen knives. You said the old ropes were starting to fray, but it’s been two weeks and you keep putting off buying new ones. The lock on the bathroom door is still broken. Your pain meds are gone. Why are your pain meds gone?” “Why are you getting into my meds?” “You know we need you, right?” And Pete’s eyes are dark and earnest, and his fingertips flutter, broken wings against Vegas’s palms. “Vegas, you know I need you?”

Thank you for the opportunity to ramble, Lily! Of course, there’s also a wip that a certain someone has been encouraging me to write despite my own protestations (thank you), and perhaps a recently-learned definite date around which I’d love to offer the story to that particular someone…but I’ll leave those details up in the air (😋) for now.

#asks #kinnporsche #vegaspete #fanfiction #fleet post #fleet fic #fleet answers

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catladyoftheyr · 3 months

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Summer Vacation chapter 1/??

You kissed me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever

Characters: Bella x Edward

Summary: Bella’s grounded after the events of the first book so Edward’s been sneaking into her room at night to spend time together. They end up kissing and things get a little steamy.

Word count: 839

A/N: my favorite parts of twilight are just Bella and Edward being cute together. I love them doing regular teenage things and I wish Stephanie Myer had given us content of them just being teenagers over the summer. This series is just me writing my ideal summer romance bc I have twilight brainrot. Edward might be slightly out of character idk and idc. This is my MY version of him 🫡

Edward and I had only been dating for a couple months officially. So much has happened since I moved to Forks in January that it’s felt like ages. It hasn’t even been a month since what Charlie had started calling The Incident when I stormed out of the house and told Charlie I couldn’t be trapped here like my mom. I still felt guilty for intentionally hurting his feelings, especially since I couldn’t tell him the truth. “Hey dad, my boyfriend and his entire family are vampires and another vampire tried to kill me in the ballet studio I went to as a kid.” Would probably make Charlie institutionalize me.

I heard my window softly slide open and Edward materialized in my bedroom. This had become a habit since I was still technically grounded. Charlie had tried to convince me to stop seeing Edward, and when that failed he’d declared that I was grounded until further notice. “Hi,” I whispered, unsure if Charlie was asleep yet. “You can pick the movie tonight.” I’d been saving my wages from my part-time job and managed to buy a small TV and DVD player from a local thrift shop. Edward rummaged carefully through the small stack of DVDs and held up a copy of Pride and Prejudice before sliding the disc in. We sat next to each other in my bed and Edward planted a light kiss on the top of my head.

“You smell like coconut,” he murmured.

“New shampoo”

“How long does Charlie plan on keeping you locked up in the house for?”

“Probably forever at this rate. I keep trying to convince him that I've learned my lesson but I feel like he’s not budging. He thinks you’re a bad influence.” I can't say I entirely blamed Charlie. He was doing his best to parent me on his own and I wasn’t making it very easy lately. Still, I wish he’d ease up a little. I leaned my head against Edward’s shoulder, wanting to feel the coolness of his skin. His eyes were focused on the screen but my gut told me he wasn’t paying attention. I wished I could know what he was thinking about, and I know he wished the same of me.

I traced the veins in his hands with my fingers. Edward stiffed and I looked up at him for the signal to continue. He nodded and my fingers continued to tread lightly up his arms. Physical intimacy was still largely uncharted territory in our relationship. I wanted so desperately to allow us to be less restrained with how we touched each other but we both knew the risks. I knelt and turned to face him on the bed and cupped his jaw gently in my hands. Edward was if a marble statue of a Greek God had come to life. He was classically beautiful and his features were stern but gentle underneath. I closed the gap between us and let our lips connect.

His lips were cold at first but quickly warmed with mine on them. Edward didn’t technically need to breathe but I felt cool air hit my face as we kissed. I felt Edward’s hands grip my hair and pull me closer. We broke apart so I could breathe and I locked my eyes in his. His eyes darkened with passion and he let his hands fall from my hair. “Do you want to keep going?” He asked. I nodded fervently and slid his hands down to my hips. Edward lifted me onto his lap and I locked my legs behind him. I was tired of being careful and controlled. I needed to touch him. Our lips met again and I moaned softly. I gripped my hands into his hair and tried to leverage myself even closer. His hands dug into my hips firmly. Even in passion he was in control of himself; he could snap me in half if he wasn’t cautious but I didn’t care anymore.

Edward pulled back to look at me. “You’re so beautiful, Bella” he whispered in the dark before his lips moved to my neck. I gasped and wrapped my arms around him tighter, digging my nails into his shoulders. He sucked lightly, surely intending to leave a mark. He’d told me that vampires marked their mates but this was new behavior for Edward. I whispered as he made his way to my collarbones, planting light kisses all the way down. “I love you” he said softly.

“I love you too. Keep going please” I said breathlessly. Just as Edward was about to oblige my request there were footsteps in the hallway. We both froze and I silently prayed for Charlie to go back to bed. The only sound in the dark room was my breathing and the television. Charlie knocked lightly on my door and I swore under my breath. “Yeah?” I called out.

“Can you turn the volume down please? I have to be up early tomorrow. Goodnight, Bells.”

“Okay I will. Goodnight, Dad.”

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swirlysmile · 2 years

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hello! can i ask for hangman x reader where she plays with his hair? or anything fluffy with him❤

YES ANON 🫡 i get so many hangman requests and tbh i’m honored

word count: 1.1k

warnings: poor knowledge of the way the navy works, mostly fluff save for some innuendos, the playing with hair part is relatively short, i put way too much backstory into this

Homecoming

Housing was okay. Never as good as your own space, but what more could Lieutenant Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin ask for? He chose this path, and he knew the psychological strain he would endure along the way.

When he finally did get to come home though, he appreciated every minute of it.

Right now, Hangman’s head is spinning with anticipation, but maybe it was just because of the take off. It’s his last day before he gets to go home, and he can’t be more excited.

The carrier is beginning to get stuffier, and he doesn’t know how that’s possible.

They’re already stuffy enough- winding, windowless halls and all. The narrowness of the walls doesn’t help, yet somehow, they just get worse as the months go by and the homesickness gets even more unbearable.

He’s flying as usual, without a thought in his head, as some of his higher ups say. When Jake lands the plane, he’s got adrenaline surging through his veins. He makes his way down to the common room, smiling at the sight of the dingy door. He greets some of his fellow pilots, all of them chatting about who they’re waiting for at home.

Jake’s always been a ‘gloat about how his relationship is better than everyone else’ type, so he can’t help but share some of his favorite stories about you with them. It just riles the pilots up more.

When it’s all said and done, he can’t be happier to go sleep on the glorified gymnastics mats that the Navy call beds. He settles into the springy “bed” and can hardly sleep. Letters and facetime don’t make up for the distance.

You’re sitting at home with a friend, twisting the ring on your finger while she talks about her latest hook-up. Really though, every word is going in one ear and out the other. She’s only over here to be a distraction, which sounds rude but is true. She’s a much better distraction than the ticking of the clock you’d been watching the past couple hours.

Really, you’re just waiting until it’s an acceptable time to go to sleep and kick her out, but all this waiting is making you increasingly antsy.

“Takeout and a movie?” She requests, snapping you out of the spiral of thoughts you’re going through in your head. You agree, having eaten very little, and two hours would be an amazing amount of time, just to get you to ten. Then it’s over.

Then, he comes home.

Your friend is calling in takeout while you’re drifting through a huge box of DVDs, over half of which are Jake’s. Your collection had been mixed the moment you moved in.

You set a couple of options on the coffee table in front of your friend, she’s still on the phone but she points to one of the DVDs with a wink.

A personal favorite of Jake’s, and over time it had become yours too.

You push it into the old DVD player, waiting for it to read the DVD.

“What did you get?”

“Chinese.”

“A classic,” you say, and she nods in agreement.

Really, you didn't expect it to go on for this long. It’s well past twelve, and she begrudgingly leaves once you mention the time you have to be up tomorrow. A white lie, but she doesn’t have to know that. She had worked well as a distraction, because now you were ready to collapse in the comfortable, but painstakingly empty, bed.

When Jake wakes up, he almost shouts in excitement. It takes everything in him to keep his mouth shut. It’s early, but the carrier is docked and his flight is booked. When he’s dismissed, he is grinning from ear to ear.

He hates luggage. It’s up there on his “Top 10 Least Favorite Things”, especially when he has to haul it from security to a far away gate, but he knows it will be worth it.

You get up a little (lot) later than Hangman does, and he’s barely boarding his flight. It’s only a two hour flight, luckily, so you’ll have little time to waste thanks to the long drive to the airport.

You settle for stopping at a local coffee shop to get some coffee and breakfast as a good enough way to spend your time.

Jake’s stomach is doing flips, and he’s not sure if it’s due to takeoff or the excitement of getting to see you. It had been a long 8 months, horribly long.

You’re standing around the airport waiting for him. You decided to forgo one of those cute- but cheesy- signs. You had enough of making those.

As soon as the plane lands, he’s standing up and grabbing his carry-on, stretching his legs a little. They start clearing the first few rows of the plane to exit, and he’s never felt luckier to be there.

The reunion is just as grand as he had expected, and he can only hope the ‘after-party’ doesn’t disappoint.

Your arms are wrapped around him, a quick peck to his lips and a whole lot of “I missed you”‘s.

“I haven’t seen you in months and all I get is that kiss?” Jake says, he’s just teasing though.

After a few minutes, you’re ready to wrap it up and spend some quality time with your lover, so you take his hand and lead him to where you parked the car. It’s a bit of a walk, but not too bad considering the amount of cars in the lot.

He has a firm grasp on your hand the whole drive home, and the gesture doesn’t go unnoticed. You’ve missed each other, and the physical intimacy.

That’s why, when you get home, you don’t hesitate to plop down on the nice couches that you and Jake had spent much too long arguing about. A fond memory, before you finally settled.

He’s got his head in your lap and he’s smiling up at you and you think ‘god, i missed this’ because how could you not?

Your hands are running through his hair, and he hates it, but loves it at the same time.

Jake prides himself on his pretty-boy looks, his hair isn’t the exception. It’s always perfectly styled, save for three situations.

You’ve had a little fun, he’s showered, or he’s collapsed in your arms.

He likes the feeling of you massaging his scalp, but only after he’s gone out is he able to relax. Jake's perfect hair is now a little tousled, his eyes are closed and his grin is ever-present.

He’s urging you to get to the main event, and who are you to deny your lover?

#hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin #jake ‘hangman’ seresin #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #top gun fic #swirly writes #swirly anon #request #homecoming

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galacticarcade · 6 months

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What’s a completely trivial inconsequential headcanon you have about Shugo Chara? Like a character being left-handed or having lactose intolerance or their favourite school subject being history but ONLY about the French Revolution or something like that. Those little random kinda things we always have for our own OCs but that never make it into a story anyway. Personally, I think Ikuto has a ridiculous knowledge of those Direct-to-DVD Barbie movies because Utau was very into them as a kid and he watched every single one with her and remembers them better than she does. He uses this to re-enact one of them, on his own, when Amu asks him to babysit Ami and the power goes out. Ami would get scared, so Ikuto lights some pretty candles and then does an entire one-man Barbie movie medley for her because otherwise she starts crying. He has to sing loudly enough to talk over the thunder. Ami requests Ikuto be her babysitter forever. Ikuto begs Amu to get a battery-powered DVD player.

I keep forgetting to answer this

For one I Absoutly love the example you have given 10/10 adding that to my personal belief system

First one that comes to mind is that Ikuto is really into rythem games. Love Live specifically.

I feel like Tadase is lactose intolerant. Tsukasa is the one that is most upset by this "Because Tadase seems like the type of person who would enjoy some cream in their tea." Yaya only heard the word "Intolerant" and called Tadase homophobic. I just think that would be funny.

Utau 1000% steals clothing from Kukai just on the regular.

Years down the line both Saaya and Misaki consider Amu their gay awakening. (Also I now am incredibly invested in shipping these two....)

#Tia answers an ask #Anon #i may come up with more of these later this was fun

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charliethomascoxuniverse · 2 years

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Cox: I bought a giant octopus

Metro UK ~ Thursday 21 Feb 2008 9:38 am

Actor Charlie Cox, 25, is doing quite well for himself. He played the lead role, Tristan, in recent fairytale flick Stardust and finds himself treading the West End boards in a Harold Pinter double bill of The Lover and The Collection, not bad considering it’s only his second stage performance. Stardust is out now on DVD.

What is the secret of your success?

I’ve been lucky but I take my job seriously. I work hard and do a lot of text work. You hear some actors say you either can or can’t act but I sit down with the text and write a lot of notes. I don’t just rock up to the audition and blag it. My career has been about being in the right place at the right time. I got an agent because I met someone when I went bowling.

When did you realise you were good enough to act for a living?

I thought I was terrible at drama school. There were a lot of times I wanted the teachers to put me out of my misery and tell me to leave because the other 12 people in my class were so much better than me. I’ve now done work which I’m proud of but I find it hard to watch my own work critically. It’s cringe-making and, of course, you never believe your own performance. I know I’ve got a lot better and learnt a lot. I can see how far I’ve come.

What other careers did you consider?

I wanted to be a football player. I was the top goal-scorer at my school. Maybe I’d have liked to have been a gardener, I like the idea of it. I’ve never grown a plant but you get to work outside and you can travel all over the world. It’s very creative. It seems like a very peaceful job, the opposite of being in a celebrity-type job.

When are you moving to LA?

Never. I really struggle there. I love London, I love the weather. I’ve never got a job from auditioning in Los Angeles. I don’t think my American accent is very good. I don’t like living out of a suitcase and not knowing anyone. It’s like living in the office. Everyone’s an actor in LA and everyone talks about films. It consumes everything. In London I’ve got friends from school and they’re bored of me talking about acting. We talk about football.

Do you like being recognised?

It’s mainly children who recognise me from Stardust and that’s nice. When a little boy or girl comes up to me they think they’re talking to the character in the film. That’s sweet. It’s nice to be able to say hello. When someone approaches me like that I know that I’ll be polite and kind and sign something. I’ve seen some celebrities be rude to fans and it’s not nice.

You’ve got five tattoos. What are they of?

They’re just random thoughts. I’ve only got them because my best friend, Scott Campbell, is a well-known tattoo artist. My last one was a funny-shaped pattern on my arm. It’s quite intricate. Scott did one for my mum. It was her 61st birthday and she had her first tattoo; it was of a sweet pea flower.

You’re pals with Sienna Miller. Is she misunderstood?

Yes, she’s a lovely person and a terrific actress. Maybe she’s made some bad decisions, it’s not my place to say, but she does get a hard time. She’s a nice girl and does a lot of work for charity.

Has she made you wary of the pitfalls of fame? What won’t you be doing?

I’ll try not to fall out of clubs naked and drunk. I’m not suggesting she does that but I’ll try to behave myself.

Do you have to be posh to go to Sherborne School [in Dorset], as you did?

Yes, relatively posh, or your folks have got to have enough money. I was at a day school in London and asked to go to boarding school. I had friends who went and heard stories about them pillow fighting and all the sport seemed better. I went and never had a bad experience at school.

What was the last thing you bought on eBay?

It was by mistake, I accidentally clicked on it. It’s a big octopus that hangs on the wall and it’s got “head” written on it. Apparently it’s something to do with boats. It looks awful but it’s quite funny.

~*~

#random old interview I stumbled on 😂#charlie cox #interview #article #baby charlie

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izzy-b-hands · 1 year

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Modern AU Jack ends up babysitting on short notice for Mary and Doug. There's also a failed exorcism and a squirrel or two.

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"He can't be the only one," Mary says.

But, her phone confirms it. Everyone else is either working, out of town, or otherwise unavailable.

"It's fine," Doug kisses her temple. "I can go see this exhibition some other time."

"You said this artist is terminally ill and not seeking treatment," she scoffs. "When would you see his work, and him! Ever again? Presuming he would tour with his works again if he should live another few years?"

"Well..."

"Ed trusts him, and I trust Ed," Mary continues, and presses the final contact to call, to beg to babysit the kids for the night and into the next day.

"Uncle Jack!" Louis leaps into his arms.

"Hell-excuse me, I mean, heck yeah!"

Mary smiles. "They already know every swear word from Stede and Doug putting together the new play house in the backyard."

"That shit is haunted," Doug warns as he tosses on his coat. "Seriously. Even the kids are nervous around it."

"It's made of plastic, the scariest thing about it is probably whatever fumes it emits if it would burn," Mary says gently. "Just please be outside with them if they play in it. The yard is fenced and there's a camera, but-"

"Haunted," Doug interjects. "Be careful."

Mary shoves him out the door, and then it's the three of them.

"It's only haunted because Dad and Doug accidentally killed a squirrel while building it," Alma says. "Do you wanna know how?"

"I would," Jack lets her take his hand and lead them into the living room, Louis still on his hip. "Ooh, can I guess?"

She nods eagerly.

"They accidentally sat on it."

Instant giggles, but a shake of their heads.

"Accidentally trapped it inside the play house, and it freaked out and died?"

"Nope!" Alma declares. "Give up?"

"I do."

"It fell on Doug, and he screamed, and then Dad smacked it off him with a hammer into the fence!"

He bites his tongue. He shouldn't laugh. It wasn't a nice way for that poor squirrel to go out. But then, it also was a panic response, and he can just see Stede nearly smacking Doug as he sent the squirrel to whatever afterlife squirrels have.

"May the little guy rest in peace," he finally says.

"Can we do a-" Louis pauses. "What's the thing where you tell a ghost to go away again?"

"An exorcism?" Jack asks.

"Yeah!"

"I've got that Ouija board my friends and I made at school!" Alma cries. "I'll go get it. Uncle Jack, you get candles and uh. Whatever else we need!"

"Don't we need a priest for this?" he asks.

"You're kind of like one, right?" Louis asks as he points Jack towards the kitchen and an extra supply of battery operated tea light candles.

"In what way?"

"An adult?"

Jack snorts. "Save that one and tell your dad and Ed that. They'll laugh their asses off."

"Why?"

"Because they're very silly."

"You're telling me," Louis rolls his eyes and sighs, and it takes everything in Jack not to immediately laugh.

"Okay," Alma announces, and he turns to her.

And immediately nearly laughs again.

She is every bit Stede's kid. Covered in a dark black mesh and lace veil, wearing a long black skirt and long-sleeved black top covered in sequins. She's even done her makeup in black and dark red eyeshadow, though that application screams that Ed taught it to her.

"I don't think we'll need a priest, or even the candles," he says instead. "Your sister has it covered by the look of her."

Louis finally lets him put him down as they make their way into the darkening backyard, and he can sort of understand the creepy factor. The bit of yard is fenced off from the rest of the land they own, but it's still a massive yard, with the new playhouse tucked in a far corner.

"Does this have a fucking router?" Jack asks as he squishes himself into the playhouse and peers around.

"How else would we watch movies in here?" Alma asks.

"I...a DVD player and an extension cord?"

"What? No," she scoffs. "Uncle Jack, we've come a long way since then."

He thinks of the VHS player he's been doing his best to keep up since he inherited it from his mom, and decides not to even get into that.

"Okay, everyone put your hands on the planchette," she continues, setting a construction paper and glitter covered homemade Ouija board on the fake woodgrain plastic table between them. "Uh. If you can reach."

His knees are pressed solidly against the table, but he reaches around them as best he can to get a hand on the paper planchette.

"I know squirrels don't know English, but why are you still here?" she demands of the air in the playhouse.

Nothing happens.

"Ghosts aren't real," Louis says with a smile, but his lower lip quivers.

"Louis!" Alma groans. "Don't ruin it! You already hate coming in here, and it isn't any fun being in here alone all the time-"

There's a loud thunk onto the roof of the house, and she cuts herself off with a hushed gasp.

"It's probably just a-"

"Shut up!" Alma hisses at Jack. "It's the ghost!"

There's a chittering sound. Scratching. Clawing.

"I don't wanna die by squirrel," Louis whimpers, and reaches for his hand.

"You two know Uncle Jack has seen some shit, right?"

They nod.

"Let me go out and face it. You trust me?"

They nod again.

He less crawls and more falls out of the playhouse, and almost directly onto a very alive, very fat squirrel.

"So it's you," he scowls at it. "Scaring these poor kids!"

It studies him, and almost looks cute.

Then it leaps for his face.

"Shhh," Jack smiles as he opens the door for Doug and Mary. "They're sleeping in. Had a late night of movie watching, probably a little too much sugar."

"I think they'll survive," Doug says. "What's up with your face?"

"Just my face!"

"You have..." Mary joins Doug in examining his face. "Are those bite marks?"

"We made a lil visit to the ER too," Jack chuckles. "The playhouse is no longer haunted, and that's what matters!"

He shuffles out past them before they can ask any more questions, like how much did it cost to pay upfront for the various shots required to make sure he didn't die of rabies or squirrel rot or whatever else there might be.

His face is damaged, but his pride isn't. He fought that goddamn squirrel and won, AND managed to keep the kids happy in the end, even if it did require some bribing with treats after the ER.

For a guy without kids, that usually isn't considered responsible enough to look after them? He calls it a motherfucking win.

#text post #long post #this is v silly but it made me laugh

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