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crazy-fangirl2524 · 5 days

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Andrew Minyard puts on his black combat boots and black armbands. He wears his black hoodie because Andrew is not like other boys. His newest teammate Neil Josten has an aura of danger that Andrew knows he is better off not getting close. But Andrew cannot help it. He is like a moth drawn to a flame. Neil’s untamed auburn hair that is never styled yet it is messy in an effortless way and his big blue orbs that must have a lot of hidden secrets. Andrew knows he should not play with fire but with that toned body Andrew minyard can not stay away.

Whatever, not like Neil josten would notice him anyways. He is the outcast in his teams and no one likes him. Neil josten would not care about him.

Imagine Andrew’s surprise when Neil josten joins him on the roof and shares his secrets. Andrew is right, Neil has a very dark past that is even darker than Andrew’s. Neil is involved in the mafia! But because Andrew is not like other boys he does not care and promise to protect Neil even though Andrew probably cannot do anything if anything happens. Neil probably has to be the one to save Andrew.

Neil also turns out to be loaded and he buys Andrew a car when his was destroyed and Andrew cannot say no to a Maserati.

Everyone else on the team is so shock when super attractive good looking Neil josten will choose to be with someone like Andrew minyard but Neil does not care and growls at anyone that says anything bad about Andrew.

#THIS IS SATIRE #SATIRE #okay this is satire pls don’t take this seriously #I have the idea to write like cringy wattpad from Andrew pov but the more I write the more I’m like oh no I feel like Andrew’s inner #monologue is exactly like that and I could not differentiate and had to try so hard lmao #I literally just have to tone shit up and like use cringy words and summarise the books and boom wow bad boy billionaire mafia Neil #and y/n Andrew!!!#I was low-key laughing out loud at how accurate this is tho like wdym this is exactly what happens in the books #from now on if people ask me what’s aftg about I’ll show them this #and that’s why Nora has amazing writing skills because imagine being able to write this shit in such a poetic way #and actually adding layers and deep meanings and it’s not dumb or cringe #anyways I love aftg and Nora sakavic #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #aftg series #aftg fandom #aftg incorrect quotes #andrew minyard #neil josten #andrew joseph minyard #the sunshine court #aftg thoughts #aftg reread #aftg shitpost #tfc shitpost #incorrect tfc #tfc textpost #aftg andreil

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idascurrentobsession · 3 months

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So I finished 1670 like 10 minutes ago…

#maciej might actually make me think about something other than good omens for at least a couple of days #and i have never wanted to know polish so bad before #now i sort of get how people felt about swedish after watching young royals #and also this show is genius and i laughed out loud several times every episode #both the writing and the acting was great #it kind of has an ofmd feel to it #please watch it #1670 maciej #1670 #1670 netflix

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bearskvlls · 4 months

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if you've never watched the 1965 thunderbirds, this is me begging you to watch the 1965 thunderbirds

#THE WRITING IS HILARIOUS I PROMISE YOU #my mom and i literally laugh out loud during multiple episodes. please please please watch tos #also jeff calling lady penelope 'penny' makes my heart melt every time #THEY TAKE A TRIP TO AUSTRALIA TOGETHER IN THIS EPISODE HE VISITS HER FARM(???) THAT SHE OWNS (??????)#please. you won't regret it LMAO #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds tos #thunderfam #thunderbirding

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notquitecanon · 2 years

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Stardust & Fungi // Egon Spengler x reader

Me, breaking my writers block with shittily written fluff about a ghostbuster? More likely than you think]

Warnings: none other than this is top ten worst things I've ever written lol

"Is there a reason you're staring at me?" Egon asked, not glancing up from his microscope as he jotted down his observations. If it was still the days of stolen glances and supposedly unrequited feelings, or even in the early days of your relationship, you would have blushed at being caught, averted your eyes and found something to occupy yourself with. Though those days were cherished in their own right, they were in the past.

So, at his accusation you just smiled lazily over at him, chin propped in your hand, offering a challenge, "Do I need a reason?"

The scientist thought for a second, carefully adjusting the focus on the microscope, "I don't suppose so, though typically I can deduce what I'm doing to garner such attention. Right now I can't find anything of note."

You snorted a laugh, shaking your head as you closed your book- as if his entire existence hadn't been 'of note' to you since you met him, "Well, I just happen to think my boyfriend looks very cute when he's analyzing fungus blooms."

You knew your teasing found it's mark when his usual precise movement jerked, throwing the fine adjustment knob completely out of focus. Egon spared you a flustered glance before he fervently fixed the focus again, ducking his head back to the ocular piece to hide the flush creeping up his neck.

Slowly, like a cat after a nap, stretching lazily you rose from your perch, your very own, lovingly assigned lab stool. The stool was a small seemingly meaningless gesture from Egon that if you knew the scientist, had several layers of subtext. To start with, it was the only surface in the lab that was safe from the good doctor's 'organized' chaos. This particular still had a back and cushion, appearing ~randomly~ the day after you had complained of a sore back. It always had an extra lab coat, discarded sweater, or sports coat hanging on the back since you often complained the lab was too cold. Typically, the stool was parked next to his super top secret snack stash that was classified information to everyone in the firehouse. And while others were allowed to sit on your stool, the moment you entered the lab Egon would wordlessly shoo them away or stare at them until they caught the hint- Peter liked to test these limits just to mess with him. The stool was how the other ghostbusters knew how Egon really felt about you.

When it came to Egon, it was all in the details, and you had become fluent in reading between the lines.

"Cute isn't the word choice that I would go with," The scientist muttered after changing the specimen again with you slowly moving to hover behind him.

"So sorry, you're right, my boyfriend looks very handsome when he's analyzing..." You trailed off for a second, squinting to read the cursive label soon the slide, "Ganoderma Gibbsom."

He spared a glance over his shoulder, the faintest blush still in his cheeks as he leaned back ever so slightly so the curve of his back was flush to your front, "Excellent pronunciation."

"I've had a pretty good teacher." You hummed at the praise, pressing a kiss to the shoulder of his lab coat and then one to his jawline, internally preening at how he leaned into the contact. Egon chuckled- your favorite sound amplified by how the sound vibrated through his chest and into your skin- before tilting his head so his lips could catch yours briefly. You smiled against his kiss, "How's your fungus, honey?"

"It's preparing to reproduce." He informed you, motioning the microscope towards you- both to share his interest and to have a moment to wipe your lipstick off his lips. He leaned sideways so you could scoot forwards and press an eye to the ocular piece. You squinted against the bright light and observed for a moment.

It was, in fact, fungus. Just fungus to you, and it looked exactly what fungus should look like- fungussy like. But, if it was interesting to Egon, so it was interesting to you. You watched the specimens wiggle a bit before relinquishing the microscope back to the scientist.

"Getting real hot and heavy in there," You joked, pressing one last kiss to the top of his head, "Should I leave you two alone?"

Egon rolled his eyes but his famous sideways smile crept up as his gaze followed you back to your stool, "You're no better than Venkman."

"I'm a little better than Venkman." You retorted with a faux sense of offense, hand to your chest though your grin was cheeky. Egon hummed as he jotted something down, so you flicked a discarded straw wrapper at him, giggling when he only offered you a withering look.

"You love me." You 'reminded' him, taking you assigned seat and parking it across his work bench so you could be closer to him. Peeking over his microscope at you, his gaze softened as he nodded curtly.

"I do." Egon's voice was soft and sincere- some might say even out of character but you knew that tone was reserved just for you. His admission earned him another smile as you took your book back out.

The lab fell back into comfortable silence, just the two of you enjoying the other's presence as you each worked on your own hobby. Or, at least, Egon worked on his. You couldn't get past the the page you had opened to- not for lack of interest, earlier Winston had gotten through an entire conversation before he realized you were nose deep in your book, and still took five minutes to get your attention, and certainly not for lack of trying, you'd read the first six lines easily fifteen times. By line four your mind would start wandering, by line five you'd be stealing glances at the scientist across from you, and by line six and seven your brain would discard everything you just read in favor of daydreaming.

About twenty minutes passed and you were only able to turn the page once. You did however manage to steal at least seventeen dreamy glances at Egon, mentally decorate your future shared apartment, plan your honeymoon, and a hundred other little things. Between thoughts of the future, there was also reminiscing. How you met, late nights in the lab, the long and awkward pining phase, patching him up after busts, your first kiss, all the times you'd made him laugh...

"What are you thinking about?" Egon asked, looking up from his notes. That was one of the things you loved about him, despite being the smartest guy in any room, he always wanted to know what was going on in your head. His voice snapped you out of your own mind, this time you did blush.

"Oh, not much, just reading." You shrugged after clearing your throat, holding your book up with a little shake as if to say- see?

"You're average reading rate is 300-350 words per minute, yet you've only turned the page once since you opened the book again, suggesting your mind is preoccupied with something else." He explained. How could you forget just how observant the scientist was, of course he would notice your distraction. You sighed.

"You're going to think I'm crazy." You laughed a bit, knowing even you thought you were a little crazy. Egon simply arched a single eyebrow over his glasses, as if to say, 'try me.'

"Should I remind you that we're still excavating marshmallow goo out of all our gear from the 100 foot staypuft marshmallow man?" He asked sarcastically, pushing the microscope aside to give you his undivided attention. You breathed a short laugh- how could you forget? Ray still complained about Ecto1's permanently stick back seat.

You met Egon's dark eyes, his oh-so-always-serious face, his large calloused hands folded in front of him as he waited for you to explain. Leaning forward, you traced a single but gentle nail over one of the small scars that decorated his left hand, product of lab work gone wrong, you had been the one to bandage it.

"I know you don't believe in the idea, but..." You trailed off, folding your hands into his. As always, his hands, large and warm, gentle despite the roughness of working, encompassed yours completely. Like they were made for you and you alone, "I didn't until I met you. I think, if soulmates are real, then you must be mine."

After you said it, you closed your eyes, expecting his to spare a laugh or have some scientific lecture to disprove your rather sappy theory. You had no doubt Egon loved you, he proved it in little ways everyday, but he was still a man of science through and through. He didn't believe in luck, superstitions, destiny, or fate. When he didn't immediately rebuff you, you peeked your eyes back open to find the scientist deep in thought.

His brow was furrowed like It did when he was trying to figure something out, usually you loved that look, loved watching how his brain worked, but now it made you a little nervous. Your relationship with Egon hadn't followed any of the typical time markers or milestones of normal relationships- but maybe it was too early to droop the 'we were made for each other' on him. Or maybe, he just didn't agree.

"Many scientists believe that the carbon that makes us up is billions of years old, even trillions. Remnants of supernovas and dying stars, and it was this stardust that drifted for lightyears before eventually being composed into planets, flora, fauna, and eventually humans. Using that notion, one could hypothesize that perhaps our idea off soulmates could be reduced to two individuals sharing carbon of the same origin, finding its way back to itself over and over again in the carbon cycle despite all odds," Egon thought aloud, staring at your interlocked hands before lifting his gaze to your eyes, "Perhaps, that could explain our immediate attraction, how we play to each other, gravitate towards the other... carbon matter, stardust, soulmates, perhaps could be all the same thing."

You were stunned to silence, picking through the scientific jargon absorbing perhaps the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to you, but Egon wasn't finished.

"And whole I can't definitively prove or disprove this theory, I... savor the idea of us being soulmates. Very few other things in the world make as much sense to me as that." His admission was quiet, though it echoed around your head for a while all you could do was stare back at him with tears threatening to prick the the corners of your eyes, "So, in summary, no, I don't think you're crazy, (Y/N)."

Blinking your tears away, you forced a chuckle through a suddenly tight throat, squeezing his hands before lifting them so you could press a sweet kiss to his knuckles.

"That was the sweetest, most romantic science lesson I've ever heard, Egon," You whispered, feelings running crazy but offering a grin nonetheless.

"I concur, though I think in most relationships such heartfelt confessions are punctuated by more than just a kiss to the hand." Egon theorized, arching another brow at you. You laughed, roughly wiping a happy tear away as you nodded.

You pretended to think about it fore a moment before reaching into the drawer nearest you where you knew your quarry laid. With a smirk, you slid the worn out 'maid service Do-not-disturb' door sign across the table to him.

"I think you might be right, Dr. Spengler."

#egon spengler x reader #egon spengler imagines #dr. spengler x reader #ghostbusters x reader #Egon x reader #I am sad again and I know that bc im writing self indulgent fan fiction again laugh out loud

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bad-traffic-smp-ideas · 2 months

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I'd love to send an ask but the issue is that I'm just so cool, hot, tall, smart, gorgeous, and intelligent that all my ideas are good and I cannot come up with bad ideas.

I feel like many people here can relate, as I see many asks that are genuinely good ideas. We're just too good at thinking of ideas.

Truly, we are the best 😔🤝

#this one can skip the queue it made me laugh out loud #did joel smallishbeans write this /j #i love it #not a bad idea #ask #trafficblr

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strangersatellites · 1 year

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AU where Steve and Eddie are coaches of rival little league teams.

Steve’s team, The Hawkins Princes, has some heavy hitters. Pitcher, nine year old Lucas Sinclair and his short-stop nine year old Mike “Hot Wheels” Wheeler are a force to be reckoned with, and Steve’s tough love coaching approach has left them both in tears more than a few times. But it’s also won them several league championships and made them little league legends so no harm, no foul.

Steve’s the kind of coach that yells in his kids’ faces when they strike out and makes them run laps until they’re out of breath. But he always pats them on the back and tells them “good job today, kid” when they leave the field.

Eddie’s team is called The Flames despite the fact that they do not bring the heat. First baseman Will Byers and catcher Dustin “butterfingers” Henderson are the very picture of ‘being signed up for recreational sports against one’s will.’ While they may not be known for their athleticism, baseball practice is still their favorite day of the week.

Eddie’s coaching style is all encouragement and positivity. It’s high-fives after every hit and “It’s okay, Dustin! Shake it off!” after each mistake.

After an unprecedented season, Eddie’s team has somehow found themselves up against the best team in the region. The coaches find themselves wrapped up in a rather impressive rivalry.

Steve and Eddie take to trash-talking one another while their kids play their hearts out in their biggest game yet.

“Your kids learn that from you Munson? Maybe that’s why they can’t play!”

“Bold coming from the guy who’s second baseman is actively crying on the field!”

“At least my kids can hit the ball!”

“Can they?”

The Flames smoke The Princes in the championship game.

Because while Steve’s team has the skill,

Eddie’s team’s got heart.

(Meanwhile the parents sit in their lawn chairs, wine in their tumblers and sunglasses over their eyes. The bet for whether or not the coaches fuck after the game has made it to $100.)

#this made me laugh out loud to write #sandlot core #is parents drinking at little league games normal everywhere?#or am i doxxing myself as a southerner #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #little league steddie #gin writes #hcs by g

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lale-txt · 9 months

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Good luck with your challenge, I stopped commenting because I never got a reply back which sucksss 😭🥱

in all honesty, writers don't owe you a reply.

and i get where you're coming from; it is nice to get a reply to a comment you left! but expecting one back feels a bit entitled, doesn't it? you already got a fic FOR FREE. you leave a comment to thank them for this gift. and then you expect them to thank you in return?

i don't mean to sound ungrateful because i can promise you, it's not like us writers are getting swamped with comments LOL. i have many writer friends and no matter for how many years we've all been actively writing, a single comment will still make our day. no matter how small that comment is! just a simple "hey, i loved reading this" or "it's 4am and i'm reading this instead of sleeping" or a silly keysmash shows us that someone out there really enjoyed what we wrote.

idk but hearing you say you stopped commenting simply because you never get a reply back left a really bitter taste in my mouth. maybe the person behind the fic is out of spoons, maybe they simply forgot to reply, maybe they're keeping your comment in their inbox and stare at it lovingly because it gives them fuel for the entire week. the reasons for it are endless. not getting a reply to your comment doesn't mean the writer is ungrateful. it's just a really shitty thing of you to say.

i'm gonna keep commenting on my fav fics because it makes me happy that i get to show my gratitude. it's a little kindness that doesn't hurt anyone and honestly the energy you spent on sending this ask could have been used to do the very same, but oh well.

#you don't come into my house and complain like that without having me reach for my sandal LOL #i could have blocked and deleted this but honestly i feel like quite a lot of people think this way and it bothers me #A LOT #and i'm getting so tired of repeating the same things over and over again #everyone and their mom is having a menty b when AO3 is down but no one bothers to leave a little loving comment #i'm not even actively sharing my writing on Tumblr atm and the like-reblog ratio has me laughing out loud #it's really a mess and we all sound like broken records at this point it feels #so excuse my little rant there but i'm tired #lale.ask

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