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#petty nicknames
our-king-bree · 8 months
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woke up loving the headcanon where Katelyn finds out that Andrew calls her "the cheerleader" –and mind you, she's very proud of being a cheerleader but she's been told that Andrew does it with a condescending tone and that just won't do– so she starts calling Andrew "the goalie".
When Andrew finds out he doesn't get mad but he's offended like c'mon Katelyn couldn't think of something else? He's getting associated with the position he, reluctantly, plays in Exy? That's just wrong. Of course he doesn't tell anyone that this bothers him, he will rather die than admit that the cheerleader got under his skin –annoying, intolerable, should've got rid of her when he got the chance. Whatever now's too late, Aaron's too attached and they're making progress, he won't harm the cheerleader but only because he's on good terms with his brother and he doesn't want that to change–. So he doesn't tell anyone but he, slowly, progressively, definitely not rushing, he doesn't care that much, stars referring to Katelyn as Katelyn.
The first few times he calls her different varieties of her name along with "the cheerleader". It goes like this:
"It's the cheerleader Kamila coming?"
"Will the cheerleader, uhm, Kara be there?"
"With who? The cheerleader? Kaylee?"
Aaron can see that something is going on but whatever it is will probably be good for them as brothers. After all, he still refers to Neil as Josten –and sometimes asshole, sue him Josten is an asshole–. So he doesn't say anything but just nods along and says "Yeah, Katelyn it's coming" "Yeah, Katelyn will be there".
When Andrew finally calls Katelyn Katelyn, Aaron can't stop smiling and he even texts Kate the news with a lot of emojis and exclamation marks ((((HE CALLED YOU KATELYN LIKE ACTUALLY KATELYN AND NOT KAVINSKY OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT!! ☺️☺️💕💕❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🙏🙏)))
Katelyn beams proudly. She does not stop calling Andrew "the goalie" for at least another eight months, she is petty like that. And if she sometimes calls Andrew "Andres" no one needs to know.
All the Foxes know, she calls him Andres in front of every single one of the Foxes cause she may like them but she knows they can't keep a secret if their life depended on it. Once again she is petty like that.
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mazzystar24 · 7 months
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Okay but Eddie pissing off the Buckley parents by being petty and calling them Maggie and Phil when?
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local-meme-lord · 4 months
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Sylvester Shyster appreciation
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silvyslayer42 · 10 months
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lol how can you ship aiura with the literal sex offender that constantly calls her tits mcgee and then say HE deserves better? and say that he gets "done dirty by canon?" like, what does that even mean? that's just who he is, there's nothing to like there, there's nothing redeemable, and it's kinda gross that you want to pretend like there is and ship him with one of his targets of harassment. it's not cute. when he had a ghost tell him what underwear she was wearing, was that like, a shipping moment for you?
yawn i dont careee
the version of toritsuka in my head and in the heads of a lot of the people in this fandom is way less bad than canon (it’s called a headcanon), and i happen to really like the guy in my head, that’s why i say he was done dirty lol. you might not like him and you might not like this ship but that has nothing to do with me
and just because im petty, here’s some of my favorite mikosuka art and fics:
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(^made by the amazing @/lu-kario. go support them)
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The return of Wonderboy!
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frankensteincest · 2 months
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you lot don’t know how many specific ass rants about tma s5 that I’m keeping to myself
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vxctorx · 4 months
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✧ ── 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒
bold - always / italics - sometimes / strike - never
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Victor Charles Trevor
aggressive | annoying | arrogant | authoritarian | bitter | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | cold/cold-hearted | compulsive | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | greedy | grim | guarded | harsh | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | intimidating | irritable | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic | mean | merciless | messy | mistrusting  | murderer (once) | narrow-minded | obsessive | opinionated | over-bearing | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | patronizing | proud | remote | repressed | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic | self-critical | self-righteous | self-indulgent | self-patronizing | serial killer | stubborn | taciturn | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful
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mxwhore · 1 year
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Two things:
1. Is the monster baby of Sphinx Jon and Harpy Martin also called Amyas? Cause I've been calling them chickpeas and i got curious.
2. Have you considered Martin pegging Jon so hard he cries?
1. OK i love that. chickpea is their official milk name now
2. SPEAKING of milk, just the other day i was doodling martin strap game... ohohoh..o..
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unusualsims · 1 year
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farginen · 1 year
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"alkahestry" "may chang" blocked.
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#Jake the wheels Lockley
sooooo
broke: jesus take the wheel woke: lockley take the wheel bespoke: lockley jake the wheels
It's a name that works in the comics and the show. Only difference? In the comics he probably gave himself that nickname vs. the show where it's what Marc and Steven called him till they figure out what his real name was. "Who is he? He's the Wheels."
Jacob take the wheel is now the only way I'll ever hear that song again.
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saviolum-sanguineus · 7 months
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agnus dei
the beauty of childhood is in its ignorance; later, it becomes the object of a wistful, willful desire.
tw: worsties toxicity (light, through cassius pov)
(part one) | part two
He looks as though he’d liked to have passed his hand closer to her throat, but Valentine curls up prohibitively there, silent and bright-eyed. “You wanted to. You wanted all of this, Esme.”
The next time Cassius sees Esme, her silks are as crimson as her hair and the lustre of her title burns radiant in the absence of his father’s arm. The porter announces her as a Lady and he claps politely, wondering if she remembers him or if she had shed the memory of that quiet, cold evening along with the man who had left her there.
She does not approach him, but when Lady Esme Odile is speaking to a woman whose serpent dæmon slithers luxuriantly up one arm and down the other during their conversation, Valentine the ermine dæmon pads lightly over the floor to Cassius, not more than a foot away. Esme’s back is to him, but as Valentine makes his form slink in an elegant circle around Annika’s mourning dove shape, she tosses her hair back over her shoulder and a wave of gentle, sweet ginger and spicy rose fragrance floats to him like a wave hello.
Valentine does not speak, but sets his furry head atop Annika’s breast for a second and blinks at Cassius before he returns to Esme, shuffling around her skirts. She finishes speaking to the woman with the serpent dæmon and moves away; Valentine waggles his ears subtly at Cassius from Esme’s shoulders and the boy smiles, one small hand going to pat Annika’s soft feathers.
His Lord father catches Esme by the arm and pulls her towards him as he closes the distance between them—shock plies her into that smooth dance of celestial wounds and welcoming for an instant, Valentine still as stone on her shoulder, before she twists her arm out of Lord Taran’s grasp, gold eyes guarded behind mirror-like, polite smiles.
“Doing very well for ourselves now, are we?” Taran’s voice is smooth as ever, as sleek as Helæna prowling by his side with as much of a smirk as could appear on a leopard’s muzzle. “
Esme’s face went very still for a moment—in that stillness Cassius saw once again the unnameable thing that had slowed Valentine’s curl so many years ago, but this time he was able to read it spooling across Esme’s features. He watched the burning in her eyes and the set of her mouth like blood, like wine, like the opals flashing at her throat, and he knew that this woman and his father had hurt and helped each other terribly, and perhaps wanted to be hurt at the beginning of it all, or at least taken the pain as a sign that something greater at play had been working—and Cassius knew that it was because of this hurt that echoed between them that they could never have loved each other the way the other craved to be loved, and why they now felt a kind of resentful, wicked need of each other despite it all.
The hurting was the proof and the cause and the result, and it was why Lord Taran, who did not care for much at all beyond finding new vices, tapped out a little cigarette from the silver case he carried, put it between his own lips to light it, and nestled the glowing thing between the resistance of Esme’s fingers.
“Your hands are shaking,” he said, and it was as much a reprimand and judgement as it was a warning.
“The air is fresh,” Esme responded, “and I never liked smoking.”
Lord Taran raises an eyebrow and uses his hand to turn one goosefleshed shoulder to look over the gathered guests. He looks as though he’d liked to have passed his hand closer to her throat, but Valentine curls up prohibitively there, silent and bright-eyed.
“You wanted to. You wanted all of this, Esme.” As he releases her and leaves into the crowd, Taran adds in a murmur whose cruelty is in its sweetness, “Even if you didn’t know what game you were learning to play. You learned all the same. And so you know that there is no one else to blame.”
Cassius cradles Annika closer to him and watches Esme blink, breathing shallow; just as he plucks his courage up to go and speak to her, perhaps to offer a bit of verse that he has tucked away in his pocket for times of need such as this, someone calls her name—or rather, her new title first, followed by a surname that exists nowhere outside her own entry in the city’s registry.
The shallow, wavering thing disappears from Esme’s face and leaves her breathtakingly beautiful; more so than even Cassius’s mother, who had never been able to empty her face quite so quickly of the things keeping it from doll-like perfection. She turns, smile dazzling, and Cassius feels himself fading into the safety of being a quiet, well-behaved child of little import in a treacherous city.
Valentine, from his perch on Esme’s shoulder, sees Annika; their eyes meet for a moment, but the ermine’s ears do not waggle, and then Esme is walking farther away, laughing prettily at something while the opals at her wrist flash like lightning.
That night, long after they should be asleep, Annika whispers to Cassius, “We must be good. If we are to help anyone, we must be good.” She says nothing more, but Cassius knows. He turns over in his bed and tries to think only of how soft chinchilla-formed Annika is against his neck and chest, and recites verse until he falls asleep.
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YOU, YEAH YOU! You valeskacest shipper person who came up with 'xandy' as a affectionate nickname for jeremiah that I now headcanon as jerome's way of being insufferable about the name-changing. I'm forever in your debt.
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saetoru · 2 years
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i have an au for my selfship and cat is my lawyer bff forever who tells me all the legal trouble i could get into for my petty ideas and then i’m crestfallen i cannot see them thru </3
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✨🎵🙃 for the ask game!
✨ Do you have any nicknames?
NOOOOO I DON'T HAVE ANY NICKNAMES :((( sadly my name (not iris) doesn't really have any good nicknames that i like. only two people call me iris irl and there's not a lot you can do w iris. i mean i guess you could just say "i" (👁️) but that's not very good, plus i don't really like single syllable nicknames.
🎵 Last song you listened to?
the fourth movement of symphony no 9 by antonin dvorák. we're playing it in my orchestra, and after we first ran through it, i turned to my stand partner and said "this piece is so SEXY. if it was a person and i saw it on the street i'd pass out." it's SOOOOO good.
🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?
stringed instruments (violin, viola, cello, bass) all have a wooden dowel inside them that is held by tension (not sure if that's the right word) between the top and bottom of the instrument. i mean it's not weird or random but i guess most non-musicians probably don't know that. hell i didn't know that until a few years ago.
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you can kinda see them, is you turn your instrument at the right angle (i imagine it's easier on cellos and basses) but yeah. it is very important to the instrument sounding good, don't ask me how though. if the ends aren't fully touching the top or bottom of the instrument even the slightest bit, it will change your sound. in french it's apparently called the "âme" which means soul. so yeah.
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pridewon · 2 years
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(don’t reblog) a conversation that totally, definitely, at some point, happened:
tsukishima (10yo): yamaguchi, stop calling me kei-kun, it’s lame yamaguchi (10yo): but what should i call you then tsukishima: just call me by my last name, like i do with you yamaguchi:  🤔 yamaguchi: what about yamaguchi: tsukki tsukishima: yamaguchi -- yamaguchi: tsukkiiiii ~ tsukishima: yamaguchi no --
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