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wolfboy88 · 3 months

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Seven Sentence Sunday

(or really Monday for me)

Tagged by @ksbbb @mmoosen @kingofangst

This is from an untitled WIP where Theo disappeared after the showdown at the hospital and Liam’s spent the last few months searching for him and finds Theo working as a go-go dancer… this also loosely falls into the Theo Wears Pink on Wednesday tag from so long ago

Liam’s mouth flails open, once, twice, mouth watering as his eyes go wide, captivated, feasting on the truly unbelievable sight of Theo Raeken - the big bad evil chimera - in a barely there, teeny tiny pink thong that is bulging obscenely while he dances, no gyrates his body on the pole.

Theo Raeken is a fucking go-go dancer.

Liam's pants suddenly feel uncomfortably tight as his mind - his filthy perverted brain - tries to process this unexpected revelation. Theo looks absolutely irresistible, covered in a glistening layer of sweat and glitter, his muscles flexing under the vibrant lights.

Theo shamelessly twerks and gyrates his body, reveling in the attention from the party-goers. They surround his platform, eagerly stuffing money into his thong straps and garters around his thick thighs and bulging biceps, some even throwing it onto the stage floor.

It has been months since Liam last saw Theo, and he never would have imagined finding him in a place like this. However, Liam feels an irresistible force propelling him forward, through the crowd, until he reaches the front row, where he stands, gazing up at Theo.

Theo's eyes widen briefly before darkening with a sinister allure. He smirks, a sight that weakens Liam's knees and quickens his heartbeat.

"Well, well, well. What a surprise to see you here, little wolf," Theo says, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Likewise," Liam replies, voice thick with anticipation. "I need to talk to you."

"I'm a bit busy at the moment," Theo retorts, rolling his hips as a patron slips money into his thong string and playfully slaps his ass. "I'm working."

Liam clenches his jaw, desperation evident in his pleading eyes. "Please?"

"Either pay up or move aside, so I don't lose my tips," Theo demands.

"I don't have any cash on me," Liam mumbles. "Please, there must be something I can do."

Theo's smirk widens as he signals for someone to join them. Suddenly, a tall, dark man appears by his side.

"I have a special guest tonight, and he's going to join me on stage," Theo announces, leaving Liam speechless. "Give Tyrell your valuables."

"Theo," Liam hisses, but Theo raises a challenging eyebrow, his lips poised for a response.

"If you don't hand over your phone and wallet, you'll regret it," Theo adds, and reluctantly, Liam hands over his belongings.

"Tyrell, put these in my locker," Theo instructs, and Tyrell nods in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Tyrell."

Liam gulps nervously as Theo grins, pulling him onto the platform. "Now, let's have some fun."

That was more than seven sentences but I had to make it worth while. There is also a moodboard that goes with this for those who want a sneak peak…

Tagging @unsanedes @rd-eternity @chasing-chimeras @theoceanismyinkwell @outcastpack @transdunbar @thiamsxbitch

#seven sentence sunday #ask games #answered #thiam #Theo wears pink on Wednesday

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comiiical · 2 years

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Eri is the type of girl that would wear pink on Wednesdays, belong to the cheerleader team, talk abotu boys (and girls) all day long and then come back home, watch her father cleaning a gun and disarming it ten times faster than him because her OCD of not seeing things moving forward being trigger. Moving forward because her daddy would get distracted by her dad passing by at any point. Also, would judge him at any point.

Same applies to theo ther variant. Because popular in both verses

#set on stone 📃 headcanon #→ eri

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librarycompany · 2 years

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On Wednesdays we wear pink.

If you're looking for things to do over the holiday break, this little volume might have some ideas!

The Book of Parlour Games. Philadelphia: H.C. Peck & Theo. Bliss, 1853.

#games #pink #publishersbinding

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rokutouxei · 3 years

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the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

ikemen vampire: temptation through the dark theo van gogh / mc | T | [ ao3 link in bio ]

The challenge seemed pretty simple: to try to befriend the university bookshop's most sour employee, Theo van Gogh. As a literature major with a boatload of book recommendations on her back, it ought to be a simple task indeed. But as she uncovers what lies between Theo's pages, the more she finds it harder to become closer to him without having to put the feeling directly into words. What can she learn from Theo about what it means to stay—and how can she teach Theo about what it means to let go?

[ masterpost for all chapters ]

CHAPTER 1 OF 22

“Hey Theo, your girlfriend’s here.”

Just as she always is: 2:00pm every Wednesday and Sunday, carrying a maroon Kånken bag slung over one shoulder, dark brown hair up in an (adorably) messy half-bun. Today, she’s wearing a black turtleneck under a plaid coat, because it’s early fall now, and every day is a little colder than the last. Mustard-colored shorts over leggings, high-cut Doc Martens. She’s looking at the books on display through the window, hand pressed lightly on the glass.

Theo looks up just long enough to confirm that it is her, their favorite customer, before he disinterestedly returns his gaze to his book. “She isn’t my girlfriend.”

Working in the most reliable, well-known bookstore in a university town means a lot of university students come and go regularly, whether it’s for books needed for class or idle reading. There are a lot of familiar faces, but hers is arguably the most recognizable, considering she’s there twice every week.

Like on clockwork.

Arthur, Theo’s only other co-worker, has just finished shelving the new stock of books by the register when she finally decides to enter. The little bell hanging by the door rings as she does. Theo doesn’t even bother. Arthur makes up for it with his enthusiasm. “Welcome to Dragon’s Hoard Bookstore—oh, it’s you, little bird!” He walks up to her and they do a little high five.

She smiles; it crinkles the corner of her eyes ever so gently. “Hey, Arthur! Nice to see you.”

“How’s your class with The Professor Everyone Hates?”

“Oh, please, don’t get me started,” she sighs. “Considered shifting to lit yet? I could use the company.”

Arthur smiles conspiratorially. “Only for you, luv.”

Theo flips a page on his book. Ah, of course Arthur’s become friends with her. Arthur hits up anything that vaguely resembles the shape of a woman—a couch, a shelf, name it. He’s not really interested in his co-worker’s woman-hunting pursuits.

Arthur, however, seems to be a little more up to it. Theo doesn’t quite know if it’s because he’s interested in the girl he keeps insisting is Theo’s girlfriend, or just because both of them are friends. That makes her a bigger weirdo. Who wants to be friends with Arthur? “So, how can we help you today?”

“I actually came in to pick up my book! I got the message that it’s in—and I need it for class. I ordered it last week.”

Theo feels the stare directed at him all the way across the store—not that it’s that large to begin with. He doesn’t need to look up to know that Arthur is throwing him that glance he has become so familiar with—but he raises his head anyway just to glare back at him, a silent Please don’t.

But when did Arthur ever listen to him anyway? “If it’s a special order then it should be at the register,” the playboy sing-songs, ignoring the death stare he’d received. “How about go over and ask Theo, hmm?”

A tick of a vein on his forehead. Don’t get him wrong—working retail in a small quiet town isn’t anywhere as bad as, say, being employed in a big fancy spot downtown, but when Arthur is regularly like this to him… it’s rather easy to work up a temper. Calm down, Theo says to himself, as he puts his feet down from the chair to sit a little more appropriately for work. The girl takes a pause—gauging, measuring, making sure?—before answering with a half-hesitant, but still lively “Thanks Arthur!”.

The store is just small enough that in five steps, she is in front of him.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He steels his face to a practiced, charming customer-service smile that makes Arthur snicker from across the store. One day Theo’s definitely going to get that idiot fired, or mangled, and no one will know it was him. “A special order? I need an ID for that.”

“Yeah, sure!” she pulls out a student ID from her pocket, places it on the counter, and wrings her hands like she’s nervous. Why, though. It’s just a book. Theo takes the ID, looks at her name, gives it back to her, and coolly looks through the stacks of books underneath the desk.

Theo doesn’t know where she gets this curiosity and her fidgety hands, but by the time he’s pulled out her book—a book of literary criticism on 20th century poets (that just makes sense, doesn’t it. a literature major in the bookstore, he thinks to himself)—she’s already flipping through the book he was just reading, chewing on her lower lip. She near-jolts when she realizes her book is already on the counter, lost in between the pages of his book.

Ah, the thought pings in Theo’s mind. Arthur’s a trying-hard literature major. That’s probably where they’ve met.

“Any particular poet you’re interested in?” he asks once he’s gone up, dusting the book off gently with his hands. He doesn’t really like small talk, but it’s bookshop etiquette at this point.

“Cummings, maybe?” she answers, and it makes Arthur stifle a laugh from the other end of the store; it’s audible to everyone no matter how hard he tries.

“A world of made is not a world of born,” Theo recites, to which she beams.

“Yes, pity poor flesh and trees, poor stars and stones,” she finishes. She looks entirely too visibly pleased by their exchange: Theo isn’t too thrilled about it. “I suppose you’ll find it cheesy that I like his love poems.”

“They’re great, hard to not like,” he says, following up with another poem: “kisses are a better fate than wisdom, lady i swear by all flowers.”

“You are whatever a moon has always meant, and whatever a sun will always sing is you,” she offers, as well. Grinning awkwardly as she puts Theo’s book back on the counter—a Camus, not really her jam—she says, “I really didn’t take you to be a poetry kind of guy.”

“Not only literature majors read poetry,” Theo answers.

She flushes and pouts a little, making Theo chuckle under his breath. “Well, I don’t really know what major you’re taking,” she says, recomposing herself. Theo has an inkling why she’s so nervous now, but he’s not really interested in it. “No way to find out.”

Theo shakes his head and pushes the order-claims log and a pen in her direction. “How about give it a guess.”

She presses the cap of the pen to just below her pink lip and thinks. “Hmm… political science?”

“Wrong.” Theo slips her book into a paper bag with the bookstore’s logo stamped on it.

She pouts, but a little less seriously than earlier. She signs the log and pushes it back to him. “Aww, dammit. You looked like a crook, too.”

It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, Theo busy sorting the files into their proper boxes. “What?”

“I’m kidding!” she says with a grin. She doesn’t move to take her book, just rests her elbows on the counter and her chin on her palms. She’s here every week at this hour, she knows when business is slow; she can go and pester the employees, sure. And with Arthur enabling her, there is no escape for Theo. He’s really going to strangle Four-Eyes soon. “History?”

Theo doesn’t want to indulge her, but he’s a good employee. “What stereotypes are you going on, here?”

“Well, literature isn’t really a favored field as it is, and you’re reading Camus, so…” she trails off. “Figured poetry was just your little nerd thing, and you’re some serious dude elsewhere.”

He’s not usually the confrontational type, in fact, he’d rather get this conversation over with, but somehow he can’t stop. He’ll never hear the end of this from Arthur later. “A nerd, says the one who is always at the bookstore, peering over the window looking at books. Can almost see your tail wagging excitedly like a little hondje.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “I don’t know what that last word means but it sounds like an insult.”

Theo shrugs, trying to freeze the smirk out of his face. “Guess you’ll never know.”

At that exact moment, a trio of what looked like exhausted seniors enters the store, the bell at the doorway announcing their entrance. Theo half-heartedly calls out a Welcome to Dragon’s Hoard! because Arthur is in the back room.

“Times up for me,” their—no, Arthur’s—favorite customer finally says in defeat, after what seems like ten years. She picks up her book from the counter. “One day I’ll figure out your major and find an even worse insult to tell you, Theo,” she teases, grinning as she turns away.

“Try,” Theo only drily answers, to which she puts out her tongue, and finally leaves the bookshop with a spring in her step.

Like any regular devil, Arthur’s timing is impeccable, as right at this moment he emerges from where he’s sorting books some shelves away, swinging by the register with a grin. He turns to check that their other customers are far from earshot, but then it’s his turn to torment Theo. Of course. Theo doesn’t get paid enough for this.

“Aww, didn’t want to get caught flirting with an employee. What a sweetheart.”

“What the hell are you talking about,” Theo asks. “If that was flirting then she wasn’t trying at all. Had no effect on me whatsoever.”

Arthur pulls a face of mock disbelief. “Sure, sure. She was making such a cute face, too. But if ever you change your mind, she left her number in the order log, so you might want to—"

“Leave me alone, Arthur,” Theo sighs, and Arthur laughs like he’s won.

Was that worth it? Was that actually worth it? Holy shit.

She walks two blocks away from the bookshop before turning into a random street corner to breathe. She presses the paper bag against her chest, feeling her heart trying to keep up with the demand for blood, mostly to her face. No, it wasn’t, her brain almost answers for her, but did she actually expect anything else? He’s mighty fine—easily one of the more tolerable face in this drab university town, and with a stare like that that could easily throw people off, push admirers away… he couldn’t, in this lifetime, have been someone who would go down without a fight.

And what a fight it was, if she could call that one! She didn’t expect him to answer back, much less tolerate that much conversation from her, and yet! Her head was spinning so fast, trying to process the information.

“What the hell man, relax,” she says to herself, leaning against the brick wall behind her with a thump. Why the hell did you do that? What the hell is wrong with you? Oh my god.

Even with her heart pounding angrily inside her chest, so loudly she can barely hear anything, she doesn’t find the strength, the will, or the desire to get the grin out of her face. Oh, boy, was that worth it. Kind of fun, really.

She wouldn’t call herself a heartbreaker in any way—she’s close to Arthur, being in the same club and such, but she is no way near his level. All she really wants is to be done with this and get out of this goddamn town that’s been keeping her hostage for years. But god, why did she had to have slipped and told Arthur she thinks his co-worker is kind of hot?

Arthur knowing about her crush and Arthur knowing about her little penchant for doing things she’s either been told not to do or told she would not be able to do—really was her undoing. One little you know, Theo’s the last person you want to befriend if you want a hint of romance; he probably won’t even spare you five seconds, and they both know from that very moment that she would go for the kill.

She does.

She does and it is glorious.

She could feel Arthur grinning at her from across the bookstore the entire time.

It’s taken her weeks to gather the courage, but—who knew it would be this thrilling? It wasn’t like she was looking for a relationship, she just “wants to join in on the fun,” as Arthur likes to say. Oh, is this why the man’s so addicted to doing this? It sure is adrenalizing. Kind of fun.

When her breathing is a little more stable and her legs a little steadier, she resumes her walk to her favorite café with a little spring on her step. She hasn’t felt this determined to get on with reading in a long time.

“Welcome!” the familiar baristas call out when she arrives, and she waves at them as she piles her stuff on her typical spot. When she approaches the counter, the barista with sunflower-yellow hair and a smile like summer recognizes her, beaming. “Hey! The usual?”

She smiles back. “Yep, thank you!”

Ah, why does this feel so good?

“Are you opening shop tomorrow, or am I?”

Arthur is sweeping off the dust by the register and Theo is closing down the windows—it’s 5:00 in the afternoon and the shop closes early on weekends. It’s phrased as a question, but Theo’s voice is resolute: Arthur is opening the shop tomorrow.

It’s the least he can do for all the chaos with bringing that girl from the literary club.

Arthur isn’t even a literature major. Yet. This is ridiculous.

“I will, I will,” Arthur pledges, shaking off the dust into the bin. “I really don’t understand though, when you’ll still be here 10 minutes earlier than I will be,”

Theo doesn’t even blink. “It’s called being on time, Arthur.”

“No timecards in this bookstore, are there?” Arthur answers, but he’ll still be here right on time tomorrow anyway. Not early, just on time. Just like most of him, Theo supposes—isn’t that why he’s on a gap year in the middle of his medical degree? Dabbling in electives in the literature department of all things. Arthur seems to catch onto this train of thought and adds—“Pardon good sir, but you, too are only taking one class this semester.”

And that’s true—Theo only has one class, on Saturday mornings, when his day off is scheduled. He could have taken his thesis course already this semester, but… “I have other priorities right now,” he says, just as he always does, and then quips, for good measure, “but you are just loitering. Don’t make comparisons.”

Arthur laughs at that only because he’s so used to Theo already, saying, “Oh, you wound me.” He puts away the broom to its compartment at the back and goes to the door to leave. Not before he looks back at the register where Theo has just finished packing his bag. “If you need the miss’ number—”

“Go home, Arthur.”

—which is answered by boisterous laughter, the chimes at the doorway ringing.

Late that night, hair still damp from the shower, she suddenly remembers to look up the word that’s been stuck in the inside of her head all afternoon, disrupting her thought processes, letting her lose her train of thought. Hell, she doesn’t even know how to spell it—she has to wrangle with letters being added and removed to get the translator to recognize the language.

Hawje.

Hanje.

Howche.

Honje.

Hondje, the app finally offers, pinging with recognition as it shows her the translation.

She takes a moment to stare at the screen, taking it in.

“What?”

She presses the flip button. English turning to Dutch. Same results. Presses it again, Dutch to English. Same results. She looks up, stares at the blank wall, remembers what he told her.

“…Can almost see your tail wagging excitedly like a little hondje.”

Her mouth falls open in offense, eyes darting back to her phone.

“DID HE CALL ME A DOG?”

Ah, the beginnings of a twisted, cruel love.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp theo

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petticoatedtales-blog · 5 years

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Naughty Boys Chapter 1

“Now, the reason you’re here is because you have been very naughty boys,” said Miss Geraghty to the 3 boys stood in front of her. “You have all been troublesome both in class and at home, and this needs to stop, so you will spend 6 weeks in my care, along with my colleagues, Miss Dunton and Mrs Forest.” The boys just smirked to each other, barely listening to a word she said. Teachers had been trying to get them to behave for years, but it had never worked. Olly was 13, and although very smart, always used his wit to annoy teachers and entertain peers. Theo, 12, was perhaps a more traditional ‘bad boy’, struggling in class, but not trying anyway, instead making fun of teachers and kids. Fin, who was also 12, was probably the worst of them, using his size to intimidate kids at his school. He took lunch money of weedy kids every day, spending it on sweets. They had been picked up individually by a minibus, and taken across the countryside to a massive house in the middle of nowhere. “Now, there are many rules you need to follow, but instead of explaining them, I find it easier to go through an average day.” “Every day you’ll wake up at 7, and eat breakfast together, before brushing teeth. Then, school starts at 8, and continues until 4, with a break for lunch. However, your uniform might be a little different to whatever you’ve worn before, so I’ll need someone to demonstrate how it looks for me.” Still the boys were not listening, but Olly put his hand up sarcastically, making the other two laugh. “Ah, yes, perfect. Would you mind getting the uniform out for Olly, Miss Dunton.” Miss Dunton nodded and left, returning a second later with a rather strange outfit. She held a a white blouse, with big puffed sleeves and lots of frills, a pinafore dress like little girls wear, some white socks with huge ruffles on the end, some girly black school shoes with a pink bow, and also a pink headband. On seeing this, the boys burst out laughing. “You actually think we’re going to wear that?” snorted Fin. “Yes, Fin. I do expect you to wear this. Now come along, Olly, take off your clothes and show the others what they’ll be wearing.” Suddenly, the boys stopped laughing as they realised she was not joking. “No way!” cried Olly, “I ain’t no sissy.” “No, you aren’t. You are a naughty boy, though. And boys who are naughty will be punished.” She tried to touch his shoulder, but he shook her off. “Get off me, bitch!” he screamed. Then, the three women moved in on him, pulling down his jeans, and pulling off his t-shirt. They pulled on the blouse, and buttoned it at the back. You could now see clearly a large butterfly emblazoned on the front. Then the dress was pulled on, as the ladies held him down on the ground to complete his humiliation with the socks, shoes, and finally the pink bow on his head. In all of this, the other two boys had been rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend what was happening to Olly. He now stood, face burning bright red in front of the two other boys. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it, Olly?” He did not reply until she glared at him, to which he sheepishly shook his head. “Ok, this seems like the right time to talk about speaking to other people. If other people ask you a question, you should answer in a clear voice, always using their name afterwards. So, Olly, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” “N-n-no Miss Geraghty,” he said timidly. “That’s much better. Now let’s move on. After school you will have Games, where you will be doing one of three activities. On Mondays and Thursdays you will be doing ballet. On Tuesdays and Fridays you will be doing gymnastics. On Wednesdays and Saturdays you will do swimming in the indoor pool we have on the grounds. On Sundays there is no school, so no Games. Now Mrs Forest will get what you need to wear for each activity, and I think this time each of you can demonstrate one outfit.” Mrs Forest dutifully left and returned with three more monstrosities. One was a large pink pancake tutu, with white tights and pink ballet pumps. Another was a pink leotard, with frills on the sleeves, and the final one was a pink swimsuit, with pink frills coming down around the chest and the hips, complete with a pink swimming hat and goggles. “Right, so. Theo, you can wear the tutu, Olly, the leotard, and Fin, the pretty swimsuit.” Each boy was taken by a woman armed with an outfit, and although all put resistance up at first, they all gave up after they realised it was hopeless, and let the women undress them. Fin was stripped completely naked by his dresser, Miss Gerahty, who swiftly told him to not be silly when he tried to cover up his privates. Eventually they all stood there in shame, and let Miss Geraghty continue in silence. “You all look so pretty! It’s just a shame that you’re wearing ugly boxers which ruin it, but that will soon be arranged.” The boys gulped, knowing that whatever would replace their boxers would not be good. “Once you have finished Games, which lasts for 2 hours, you will eat dinner together, dressed up nicely to eat. You know what? I think we should see what nice things we might normally wear for dinner! Let’s see, Theo, you can wear something nice. Miss Dunton, will you fetch something?” Now of all the things they were wearing, the worst was perhaps yet to come. Miss Dunton returned with a pink princess dress, with puffed sleeves, and lots of lace and frills all over. She also brought a wide petticoat, some white tights, and pretty pink shoes, with a pink bow as well. There was no resistance this time as Theo allowed the women to dress him up. “Very nice Theo! Being a good boy now and not trying to mess around, I see. After dinner we have bath time, and then get ready for bed. Now as it is getting late, I think we should all get ready, so can Mrs Forest bring out our bedclothes.” The three boys were completely destroyed, and had no reaction to this new outfit. It was a short pink nightie, along with a pink nappy. “Now, let’s all get dressed.” Each boy went with the same lady as before, and they all got dressed, feeling a further humiliation as they felt the thick nappy crinkle, also feeling how short the nightie was, making their nappies clearly visible. “I think we could do with an early night, so let’s take you to your bedroom.” She led them up out of the grand entrance hall, to a long room, with the walls painted a light pink. There were three beds, with pink covers, and next to each one was a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. They were open to reveal all the items previously worn by the boys contained in them. “Now, everyone tuck into bed, because we have a busy day tomorrow.” The boy shuffled into individual beds, no longer caring, as Miss Geraghty dimmed the lights. “Nighty-Night everyone,” whispered Miss Geraghty, shutting the door. Just as she was about to, a soft voice spoke from the far bed. “Miss Geraghty, I need the toilet.” Miss Geraghty opened the door wide again and smiled to Fin. “Why do you think you’re wearing a nappy?” She closed the door, and left the boys in almost total darkness.

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ghostadas · 5 years

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ahh @ghostwise tagged me for the 20 questions thing so here ya go!! thanks rinny!! :’D

Nicknames: just Theo

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius babey

Height: 5’ 4″

Hogwarts House: ...gryffindor? ravenclaw? does it matter anymore

The last thing I googled: “lubber grasshoppers”...I was tryng to figure out what kind of grasshoppers are all up in my tomato plants fjfjfjf

Favorite musicians: Mitski, The Mountain Goats, Utada, Janelle Monae, Villagers, Radicalface, W ednesday Campanella, The Killers

Some song stuck in my head: The Woods - San Fermin

Following: 433....i clearly need to do some cleaning lmao

Followers: 664

Do you get asks: not particularly often but I don’t really mind, it’s all good

Amount of sleep: ideally....8...realistically...anywhere between 3 and 7

Lucky number: 13

What you’re wearing: denim vest, yoga pants, striped shirt, halloween pusheen socks.....yeah im gay ok

Dream job: Concept Artist!!!!! with health benefits!!! and PTO!!!!!!!

Dream trip: Japan to see the sakura blossoms!!! but even more than that, going back to Mexico for the holidays to spend w/ family...i just wanna eat good food again dammit

Instruments: none rn!! one day i’d like to learn tho

Languages: English, veryy broken Spanish :/

Favorite songs: Hyper-Ballad - Bjork, Going to Georgia - The Mountain Goats, Nothing Arrived - Villagers, Pink Moon - Nick Drake, All This and Heaven - Florence + the Machine, Unico - Wednesday Campanella, Pink in the Night - Mitski, High and Dry - Radiohead, Walkin’ After Midnight - Patsy Cline, Running Up that Hill - Kate Bush, Best to You - Blood Orange, idk thats just off the top of my head??

Random fact: sometimes...I give my roses a kiss and talk to them....I also stepped on some wild flowers yesterday and immediately apologized to them

Aesthetic: Tired Artist who is Very interested in Ghost Stories, Being Bisexual and Home Gardening

I tag: @seafucker @melonberri @dokibaesil if y’all would like to do so!

#i am so sleepy god #i was gonna paint more but...i did this instead #life blogging #tag meme

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rainbowsidesofacat · 5 years

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Meet The Plastics

[Deman, spoken]

Woah. Who is at that table there?

[Decan, spoken]

Don't look at them, just don't!

(sung)

We call those three 'The Plastics'

They're shiny, fake, and hard

[Villyn]

They play their little mind games

All around the schoolyard

[Decan]

They might insult your clothing

Or make fun of your name

[Villyn]

Like they mocked Jen Moorecock

Till she burst into flame

[Decan, spoken]

And Ms. Moorecock was a teacher..

[Villyn, spoken]

Virom Prince is the queen bee. He's always dressed up, he always wins Spring Fling King. We're just drones who work for him, then die.

[Virom]

My name is Virom Prince

And I am a massive deal

Fear me, love me

Stand and stare at me

And these, these are real

I've got money and looks

I am, like, drunk with power

This whole school

Humps my leg like a chihuahua

I'm the prettiest poison you've ever seen

I never weigh more than one-fifteen

My name is Virom Prince

And I am a massive deal

I don't care who you are

I don't care how you feel

[Villyn, spoken]

That's Theo Berry, she knows everything about everybody.

[Decan, spoken]

That's why her hair is so big, it's full of secrets.

[Theo]

Yes, Virom

No, Virom

Every waking hour

I spend making sure Virom

Prince can stay in power

If Virom is the sun

Then I'm a disco ball

'Cause I'm just as bright and fun

If you've had alcohol

I worm your secrets out of you

And bring them to my master

Then I watch Virom make your life a big disaster

[Decan, Villyn]

Disaster!

[Theo]

Virom is the king

But I'm the head of worker bees

As I am seated at his right hand

[Decan, Theo]

Like a Jewish Princess Jesus

[Villyn, spoken]

That is Kitty Rose:

The dumbest person you will ever meet

[Decan, spoken]

I once saw her put a “D” in the word “orange.”

[Kitty, sung]

My name is Kitty

My hair is shiny

My teeth are perfect

My skirt is tiny

It barely covers

My perky hiney

My name is Kitty

I may not be smart

(spoken)

That's it.

[Virom]

Right

We never really do this

But how'd you like to

Have lunch with us this week?

[Deman, spoken]

Oh, it’s okay, I…

[Virom, sung]

No, no need for you to thank us

There's no need to even speak

[Theo]

You're new and you don't know things

You need good friends who can tell you what to think

See you here same time tomorrow

[Kitty]

On Wednesdays we wear pink

[Virom, Theo, Kitty]

On Wednesdays we wear pink!

[All overlap]

[Virom]

Here's where you belong

[Theo]

Yes, Virom

No, Virom

Every waking hour

I spend making sure Virom

Prince can stay in power

If Virom is the sun

Then I'm a disco ball

'Cause I'm just as bright and fun

If you've had alcohol

[Kitty]

My name is Kitty

My hair is shiny

My teeth are perfect

My skirt is tiny

[Virom, Theo, Kitty]

Wear something nice and grab a tray

'Cause we don't do this every day

Say here's where you belong

[Virom, spoken]

No, really. Say it.

[Virom, Theo & Kitty (Deman)]

Say

Here's where you belong (Here's where I belong)

[Theo]

Come sit with us tomorrow

It'll be fetch!

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ao3feed-thiam · 6 years

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On Wednesdays We Wear Pink

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NoC4U0

by parttimehuman

On Wednesdays, the boys wear pink. Unfortunately, Theo doesn't own anything pink, but Mason can help out with shopping advice and Liam happens to have pink nail polish at hand.

Words: 966, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant

Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt

Additional Tags: pink sweater, Inspired by Mean Girls, borderline mean boys being good friends

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NoC4U0

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Teen wolf #thiam #Theo Raeken #Liam Dunbar

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carolightpenvenys · 7 years

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THING I HAVE BEEN TAGGED IN

Thanku Theo for the tag @tiffanyachings 💞

THE LAST:  1. DRINK - Orange Juice  2. PHONE CALL - My mum ditched me in Truro for a friend so had to find her like  3. TEXT MESSAGE - dad  4. SONG YOU LISTENED TO - can’t tell you off the top of my head but either the way i are by bebe rexha or new rules by dua lipa  5. TIME YOU CRIED - ok so i live on a wee island and it sounds so dumb but i thought my plane was gonna get cancelled the other day and i need a break and i got hysterical this was wednesday

HAVE YOU EVER:  6. DATED SOMEONE TWICE - no never dated  7. KISSED SOMEONE AND REGRETTED IT - no never been kissed  8. BEEN CHEATED ON - no because i don’t trust people  9. LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL - 30th March 2015  10. BEEN DEPRESSED - i have had minor depressive episodes but not really  11. GOTTEN DRUNK AND THROWN UP - drink water kids it’s saved me so many times  12. LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: purple, blue, pink (like caroline penvenen’s dresses)

INTHE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:  13. MADE NEW FRIENDS - Yes and they’ve proved to be some of the best ones!  14. FALLEN OUT OF LOVE - No I had a crush but got over it lmao  15. LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED - ive never  16. FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU - aye this happens to everyone!!  17. MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU - everyone changes me from my customers at work to my closest friends!  18. FOUND OUT WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE - i mean yeah it’s been a rough year

GENERAL:  19. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS: yes two dogs manuel neuer and hildi  20. DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME: i would but i am such an anna  21. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY: it was just over a week ago and i went to a beach cantina with friends  22. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP: like 9 and went to holywell bay home of carolight flanter  23. WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT LAST NIGHT: asleep for once  24. NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN’T WAIT FOR: university and carolight  25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOM: she’s hoovering and making an absolute ruckus  26. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU WISH YOU COULD CHANGE IN YOUR LIFE: my luck is so bad it’s laughable so good luck!  27. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW: rooting for you- london grammar (my taste is eclectic)  28. HAVE YOU EVER TALKED TO A PERSON NAMED TOM: talked he’s talked like flirted no  29. SOMETHING THAT IS GETTING ON YOUR NERVES: my constant bad luck  30. MOST VISITED WEBSITE: actually twitter whatsapp or here or even google docs to write my fic  31. HAIR COLOR: poo brown imo  32. LONG OR SHORT HAIR: growing out a bob  33. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE: i did and he liked me back but didn’t have the confidence to pursue anything bc i didn’t trust him  34. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: my eyes and the fact i NEVER give up  35. PIERCINGS: none i am scared   36. BLOOD TYPE: idk :/  37. NICKNAME: can’t youse jus call me anna it’s easy enough  38. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single foreverrerr  39. PRONOUNS: she/her  40. FAVORITE TV SHOW: poldark/skam  41. TATTOOS: none and i don’t want any  42. RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED: right  43. SURGERY: no  44. SPORT: island champion high jumper 2014  45. VACATION: Paris or Vienna!  46. PAIRS OF TRAINERS: black new balance 410s, adidas superstars black with white stripes, traditional black converse high tops (used to work in schuh ok)

MORE GENERAL:  48. EATING - duck spring rolls!  49. DRINKING - tea with a dash of milk no sugar sorry milkytea!dwight  50. I’M ABOUT TO - watch an episode of it’s always sunny in philadelphia  51. WAITING FOR - the heating to come on it’s like fourteen degrees in cornwall  52. WANT - everything jealousy is my tragic flaw  53. GET MARRIED - if i can find the right (dwight enys) man  54. CAREER - labour mp  55. HUGS OR KISSES - both trigger my anxiety quite bad so if someone did it to me without triggering me i think i have found my soulmate  56. LIPS OR EYES - always eyes  57. SHORTER OR TALLER - taller  58. OLDER OR YOUNGER - i am an only child  59. NICE ARMS OR NICE STOMACH - body positivity!  60. SENSITIVE OR LOUD - both depending on the company  61. TROUBLEMAKER OR HESITANT - hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER:  62. KISSED A STRANGER: no  63. DRANK HARD LIQUOR: yes  64. LOST GLASSES/CONTACT LENSES: no i don’t wear them  65. TURNED SOMEONE DOWN: in a way  66. SEX ON THE FIRST DATE: no  67. BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART: i don’t know  68. HAD YOUR HEART BROKEN: i don’t know  69. BEEN ARRESTED: no  70. CRIED WHEN SOMEONE DIED: yes  71. FALLEN FOR A FRIEND: nope they’re all girls so unfortunately i am not attracted

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:  72. YOURSELF: yes and then i break my own heart when i fail  73. MIRACLES: waiting for one to happen to me  74. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: if it happened to me  75. SANTA CLAUS: nope  76. KISS ON THE FIRST DATE: we will see on my first date :)  77. ANGELS: haven’t really thought about it

OTHER:  78. CURRENT BEST FRIEND’S NAME: Emily/Emilia (2 different ppl)  79. EYE COLOR: blue  80. FAVORITE MOVIE: 10 things I hate about you

i tag my followers!!!! love u all

#personal

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