#you've got questions i've got answers

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

it’s dickate brain rot anon back AGAIN to say: oliver and kate cannot stand each other but kate and roy are bros… and it’s objectively hilarious because their mentor/mentee relationships are basically the inverse of one another so kate SHOULD like oliver because he’s her parallel— someone with wealth and privilege who had a change of heart, who fights for the little guy.

i don't know ANYTHING about roy but what I DO know is that in a kate/jason universe roy is basically like "if you ever break up i'll start dating both of you...ha ha...just kidding...unless???" they can never figure out if he's joking or if he actually wants to date both of them or if he wants a threesome or if he's actually kidding?????? ROY?????

roy is actually the one who physically separates kate and oliver. dick is too busy laughing to help.

and it's not like a deep moral hatred or anything? they are worsties. they are so petty to each other, at some point oliver wears a deep purple suit to a fancy thing and kate is SEETHING because he KNOWS THAT IS HER COLOR, dick is honestly just confused because when he wears purple kate is like "haha mineee :D" does oliver have some weird crush on kate? is that what this is?

"THAT'S DIFFERENT" kate informs him before attempting to take off her heels which dick puts a stop to immediately because she is absolutely going to weaponize those shoes against oliver. roy cannot stop laughing

idk i think they've be really good friends. maybe they'd have a PI agency together, they are road trip buddies, they swap trick arrows, the only time kate and oliver can be less than five feet apart is if something happens to roy, in which case they a.) violently kick the ass of whatever injured roy and b.) manage to be in roy's hospital room at the same time. as soon as he's discharged it is TRUCE OVER

#kate bishop #roy harper #hawkeye #dick greyson #jason todd #dc brainrot anon #you know i bet kate and oliver get weirdly mad if the other is injured #like they're very proprietary about who gets to make the other miserable #newsflash: it's not you clayface!!! #you've got questions i've got answers

[thresholdbb]

You know what I like? Star Trek

#had a conversation with my sister today and kept denigrating my current passion and lifestyle but like... maybe don't do that? #listen ok I've been trying to be cool my whole life #and I have failed cause at my core I am just not a chill person #shamelessly leaning into something that I like isn't something I did openly before #and honestly? it's changed me for the better #low key it's the reason I don't have a real job right now #because I've been miserable in every structured job I've had (except for maybe college teaching) #and the last conversation I had with my grandpa before he died he asked me if I was happy because that's all that mattered #and while this little shift in existence is ridiculous in the grand scheme of what I've accomplished in my life #and hustling is harder than just showing up and getting a paycheck #and however much I'm not meeting my parents' vision of my potential #I am closer to actually being able to answer his question honestly than ever before #also it led to the wild neurodivergent revelations #so being able to declare openly that I like something is already a shift #and being able to engage with people who are honestly the most open kindest group I've ever encountered? #amazing #cause I'm actually a mega loner who barely talks to people #I'm honestly so glad I got lost in the delta quadrant cause without boyager I wouldn't have come to these conclusions #so yeah I'm kinda really into Star Trek #and if you've read this I'm sure you already know how severely uncool and locked into this I am but alas I can confirm by talking inthe tags #en fin

[danthropologie]

idk about you but I'm really not liking all this l**do talk about going to red bull and how helmut is after his agent and his dad and how he's SO FUNNY MUCH TROLL and started to follow them... I don't like it

i agree with you but here's the thing-

1) lando would literally never in a million years. mclaren is literally built around him and him alone, in what world would his fragile ego allow him to leave that dream scenario just to play second fiddle to max. and that's not even getting into the zak/quadrant or his dad's team investment of it all!! plus with the silverstone result, you just knooooowww he's fully back in on the bullshit zak brown has been selling about properly challenging in 2025 (if he was ever truly on it to begin with, which i doubt 😭)....and at that point, again, why leave just to be second to somebody else

2) helmut marko is squarely to blame for this entire fucking NVD situation. both the hiring AND firing were his doing, it was his idea to go outside of the red bull system based on one (1) single result, and at that point you have to wonder if he has enough leverage in the team right now to be pushing for yet another outside hire, especially when you've got christian (and camp verstappen!) seemingly backing daniel, who's quite literally waiting in the wings

#full delusions ahead but all this stuff about charles lando alex....i'm choosing to believe it's just smokescreen #did they actually make inquiries? yeah i'm sure they did. but did they know that their inquiries were with the most drank-the-kool-aid #would-never-in-a-milion-years-say-yes drivers on the entire fucking grid? i mean..... #i just think hypothetically if you've got daniel ricciardo in your sim and he's getting better and better each time he's in there #to the point where he's EXTREMELY competitive and he's giving you exactly what you wish you were seeing from your current second driver #sure maybe there's still question marks and sure maybe you put some feelers out just for due diligence on your options #but at the end of the day.....you've got the solution looking for a problem right there at home...... #and so after you've put him in the car and he gave you exactly what you wanted to see and you responded in kind by giving him a seat #but it kinda got away from you and the narrative of it all was really fucking ugly #idk!!! it might be advantageous to start seeding your next move NOW #and letting everyone know that it's fucking OVER for your second driver you're interested in literally anyone else #so that when *that* happens it's less of a shock #hypothetically speaking #silly season23 #red bull redux #for the tags #answered #anonymous #i'm going full delusion for the next 7 days idc #i've been nursing this one all day i had to get it out

[twelverriver]

39&40 for the movie asks!!

ohh ty ellie these made me really think about my answers!! 39. in your opinion, what is the most underrated movie? hmmm i dont know about most but i really liked ryhe lane and i feel like the movie didnt get the attention it deserves!!! also. im gonna pull this card and say the ruby red triology movies bc i KNOW they're german and they're a success in germany but i still have met like two people who like them and they are literally the greatest thing ever and most people should watch them <333 yes i'm currently reading the books can u tell. 40. a film you think everyone should see at leaast once. okay SO. I have multiple answers for that. my first thought was 10 Things I Hate About You and that's just a fact !!! best romcom ever made apart from shall we dance 1937 and everyone needs to watch this like at least twice in their life but i'll settle for once !!! (i have watched it. so many fucking times lmaoo) my current favourite movie is mission: impossible: rogue nation and i feel like that movie is one everyone should watch simply based on how it's a really well done action movie which is also a romcom at the same time AND is really smart actually AND grabs your attention the entire time? it even has rebecca ferguson in a killer dress as a spy and simon pegg as a comedic relief character? a promised good time !!! my last answer is barbie simply bc i believe in barbie's power so much!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE NEEDS TO WATCH BARBIE AND REALLY UNDERSTAND ITS MESSAGE AND APPLY IT TO THEIR LIVES SO WE CAN ALL LIVE IN A NICER SOCIETY !!

#i've got mail💌 #shame that my tag movie hasnt made into a question yet shfh #you've got mail u will get ur moment #anyway ty ellie i hope u enjoy my passionate answers <3 #ellie tag

[oodlyenough]

omg re: ep 8 of tlou you're so right and you should say it. i did find it hilarious that they end the ep with joel & ellie STILL in that town, no food, no shelter, just trauma vibes! i was like "is this supposed to be a cliffhanger..." also i AM curious about the other people in the town like are y'all even home? do you not notice this strange man wandering around, or the building on fire? also, why was david so unconcerned about the building burning around him? like bro get a fire extinguisher

YEAH lol. I guess one of the things I take for granted as a viewer is knowing where Joel and Ellie are off to next (applies to the end of any of the eps), then I see some understandable confusion from other viewers and I'm like "Oh... yeah..." And even with my foreknowledge here it just looks a lil goofy to have them walking directly towards a river.

Rewatching some of the end scenes I think it's meant to be a bit of a blizzard outside when Joel first arrives, and I've also seen people mention David and co probably do their human butchering away from the rest of the townspeople, so no one stumbles into it, and those are both fair points that could've solved this issue with like a single line of dialogue somewhere, whoops.

Can't explain David and the burning building though lmao. I mean, initially I think he's hoping the fire will force Ellie to him because she'll want to escape, and he has the keys. But why he's not trying to drag her out of there once he gets hold of her, idk.

#thedoubtingelms #you've got questions we've got answers #the last of us hbo #i've spent so long in the terrifying david boss fight and now don't remember when the fire starts lol #if it's at the beginning or not #i don't THINK it is?

[axewchao]

If you could meet any voice actor, who would you like to meet and why? :0

Honestly? I have no idea who I'd pick!

I feel like regardless of my choice I'd just end up a stuttering mess :'D

#axewchao chitchat #axewchao answers #mrnerdling #though I know I would *eventually* ask some questions regarding voice acting in general #like how to find a character's voice or mimicking accents #but NEVER the dreaded 'what's your favorite color?' #GOD I FUCKING HATE THAT QUESTION #because EVERY TIME I've been part of a group that got to talk to like... a professional writer in school or actors in a musical- #someone would ask that question #and it just SCREAMS 'I wasn't paying attention to a single goddamn thing you've been saying' #same thing happens if it's on a personality quiz; i don't see what favorite colors have to do with 'em #especially since your favorite color can change at the drop of a hat #sorry for the rant fren; it just hit me and i went off for a sec =w=''

[risingsunresistance]

ugh

#vent/rant ahead i just wanna say stuff: #forcing myself to draw for my friends and post content for my friends and keep Being Active just for other ppl is wearing me out #i WANT to continue to be a part of the community but. man this sucks fkjdhsg #it's entirely my fault. the situations i've put myself in that i dont wanna make public #(not just stuff related to art and content motivation but also Oops i Upset A Friend And Feel Horrible) #but it still sucks even if it is my fault #idk man im just running out of stuff to care about. everything is getting worse 🧍 #i'm sure i'll be here every once in a while but will i ever post a full drawing again? great question #clips? very very rarely #actual content? not likely #i have like. one thing i wanna post about at christmas (i know one of my gifts already). besides that uhhhhhhhh i've got nothing #might have one drawing/sketch for december but that's very up in the air #if you know my priv and wanna request go ahead. im always active there and that wont change unless twitter explodes #even if you've requested before and aren't in it now you can request again. i'll try to be more lenient with it (again this is my fault) #i doubt i could ever make myself straight up abandon this blog. i'll continue to answer asks and ramble when i want to #but forcing myself to be a Content Provider sucks. it's not working. i'm still sad. he's still dead. my friends are leaving. #i'm not gonna have anyone left by this time next year it'll just be me and the void lmao #too nervous to follow anyone new. too nervous to talk the friends i already have. cant hold a conversation to save my life #this is why i have like... 3 friends here (i think we're friends). sorry i never talk to you guys it's just Difficult :/ #and it's not getting any easier. not since june/july ! #all goat knows is talk about skyblock (getting harder to do). post link to song. and make 50 more non-rebloggable posts #chat #come back later #(to delete probably idk) #now the real question: is this all related to [current issues causing mood swings] or is this something that's been building since june #we'll see i guess #i could be fine a month or so from now. or tomorrow. or all the way in the summer. who knows #*attaches a picture of techno to make this seem slightly less miserable* jkfhdkg #i hate there being like 2000 people here. nearly 3000 i think. idk #i want to talk and rant without feeling like im making the world's worst apology video KJFDHKG i dont like having so many eyes on me

[sovereignxfae]

Kiss with the evil mage :)

It was a spur of the moment thing. Some anti-climatic, idiotic thought that was brought to action. Probably during a late night around a fire or walking through a dark forest that’s too quiet to be comfortable. He’s allowed them to hold his pinkie with theirs. They badgered him into it, lightly, of course.

He just seems so in his element. Even with the chunky hat and wooden pipe that hangs from his mouth. He’s very much comfortable in the setting and it makes them feel...sentimental. For something. Something they don’t know about.

So they don’t want to take too much blame for what they do. Pulling him in by the cheeks, after making sure he’s seen their hands beforehand, and planting a big one on his lips. It’s clumsy. Too much teeth and spit did pass their closed lips but they keep it there. 

Many smaller ones follow in quick succession. Same place and others. Mostly staying in the region of his mouth and chin though one finds it’s way to his nose. Their fingers are splayed out, thumbing at the base of his ears. 

They pull away after, promptly dizzy. A sneeze leaves them before they shuffle away from him to the other side of the log they sit on. Supposedly waiting for their skin to start flaking and they turn to dust. Honestly, K’in would rather that then have to answer his questions after he’s done staring.

Their ear tips glow and their palm itches. “So..Obi..you taste nice.”

Yes. Being ash would be easier. 

#❝ from the beyond the castle walls — ❞ (asks) #❝ i got a question for ya can i get an answer? — ❞ (ask games) #❝ i will be the answer at the end of the line — ❞ (ask answered) #abyssaldespair #❝ the trust you've given me all the firsts i've earned thank you — ❞ ( obito/k’in) #❝ magic's in the air and the harpies scream — ❞ (main) #//this is long overdue T^T #//made it cutesy cause my heart needed it hope you like it still!!

[vroomian]

is anyone taking care of you?

no im a grown-ass human being at age 28 (27?? i honestly forget most of the time) who lives my own house. the only person i know in town is my grandma so you probably know why that's not an option.

of course my mom would if i asked, but yeah. I'm good! don't even have a fever anymore, just the sniffles and a very achy-breaky body. I'm just bitter being stuck in the house while it's so nice out :(

#i don't really... want that either??? #im probably very autistic so having people in My Space is Awful and Exhausting #can't do it! #hate hate hate the very idea #even when im sick lol can't stand it #i need at least ten hours of alone time per day or i start biting #you've got questions we've got answers #all i can do is sleep and eat and drink more water than I've ever drunk before

[aparticularbandit]

Top 5 shows of all time?

Ask Me My "Top 5" Anything....

Noir. This is my favorite show. It's an anime from 2001. It's just about these two traumatized assassins finding family in each other. Whatever you want that family to mean, they leave it ambiguous. Also there are no male main characters. None. Only women. It's SO good, y'all. Oh, also, Yuki Kajiura did the music and this is where I found her and how I got into her stuff. You will see her mentioned again later in this list. (I own two of the three soundtracks and want to someday buy the last one. Like the music in this is ACES.)

How I Met Your Mother. This is a personal favorite. I just saw it again in the last year - the whole thing - and it still holds up. Except for the last episode which...like...could have bee okay if it hadn't been compressed into a one hour overview and hadn't come at the end of an entire season of pointing out why Barney and Robin were together. I actually liked it less this last time through. Also. This one is a comfort fave, and I'm not sorry about that.

The Haunting of Hill House. It's just a good show. It is a very good, very tight show. The pacing is great, the writing is phenomenal, the casting and acting are amazing. Like. There's a reason people talk about Hill House, and it's because it's one of the best shows I think I've ever seen. Flanagan knows how to use horror as means to tell a story, and he does it WELL.

Fleabag. Both seasons. I have to be careful with who I recommend this to because especially the first season there is a lot of sex. A lot. But it's also a beautiful, beautiful show. It's hilarious. (And for all that there's a lot of sex in this, I've seen it with my dad, so like. I guess that says something about our family. XD)

Puella Magi Madoka Magica. This is where we see Yuki Kajiura again! I also have the double disc CD for this, and I want to get the soundtrack for Rebellion Story, but that's, ah, harder to get, unfortunately. ANYWAY. This show (along with OUAT, which I cannot put on this list. If you know anything about OUAT, you know why it can't be on this list) is one of the primary reasons I got my first tumblr! Because I was writing crossover fanfic, don't judge me. (I've never posted it. Another one of those too ambitious for me trilogy things.) But, like with everything else on this (with maybe the exception of HIMYM), the writing is phenomenal. I identify with Homura so much it isn't even funny and that came on the heels of wait, no, I'm Kyoko, I would totally - like. I can't talk about PMMM much without getting into spoilers, but it is honestly one of the best shows I've ever seen.

#musings #bandit answers questions #meme response #fic recs #misscrazyfangirl321 #i have gone back to all of these more than once #noir multiple times - both the dub and the sub are good #madoka and noir i've introduced people too #(don't the sub for madoka just don't) #i recommend these to people frequently #except fleabag because you've got to know your audience with fleabag and some of that content is not for everyone #i get that #i should see it again tbh it's been a while #just like #i love these shows #(himym i've probably only twice /fully/ but i've gone back to individual episodes a lot) #but yeah #these would be my five #just in terms of well written well acted good music good pacing #these would be them #(and even himym - it goes on long enough to have a peak in...s6? i think? #but one of my all-time favorite episodes in the series comes later and it STILL makes me cry #A N Y W A Y)

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Hi! Love your blog! I was reading the post "Ariana Rockefeller in her grandmother’s dress for the 2022 Met Gala" and i was confused about the tags. I'm not American and know 0 about fashion, so would you mind explaining? Sorry if it is something that is meant to be obvious

Thank you!

Just to recap, the post in question is a picture, as stated, of Ariana Rockefeller in her grandmother's dress at the Met Gala. It's less about the fashion(although there's a chance she was wearing a century old dress, which makes me mad because it's fragile and also size things, but I'm not sure how the timeline works out tbh) and more about the fact that she was there at all.

When I first read this I assumed that you stating you aren't American was because you aren't familiar with her name, so if you do know the name Rockefeller, I want to apologize because the reason I was screaming is almost entirely because she's a Rockefeller. But this made me realize that there are probably people who don't know who the Rockefellers are and they should because American or not, you have the right to be pissed af at the Rockefellers.

If you've ever heard the phrase "titan of industry" or "captain of industry" John D Rockefeller Sr was one of them men that phrase was about. He is possibly the richest person in modern history. He's one of the rich men from the turn of the century (the Gilded Age, in fact)that monopolized an industry, got their company broken up, and remained disgustingly rich. However, unlike other men from that era--Carnegie, JP Morgan, Gould--Rockefeller's business impacts all of us, every day, over a hundred years later.

The Rockefeller business is oil.

The company Rockefeller, Sr founded was called Standard Oil Company. This company doesn't exist today because it was declared a trust and broken up into companies that eventually became Chevron, Conoco, ExxonMobil, among others.

Nobody knows how rich the Rockefellers are because they don't let people in to see their finances. And you might research them and see how many charitable organizations they started and how much money they've donated (billions) and think, well, look, hey, why are you screaming about this rando Rockefeller? They seem cool.

The thing is, giving away billions is easy when you have billions. And that charity work is a great way to distract people when your company spills tons of crude oil in the ocean. It's a great way to misdirect people when they start pointing out that your companies are kind of destroying the planet, or that maybe you should pay more taxes.

Ariana Rockefeller had a fashion business for a few years. Okay. She does some modeling. Sure. She has not contributed anything of note in acting, or writing, or design, or sheer brazen self-promotion. She was there because her family is rich, and she is rich enough to get to sit on fancy museum boards while her family's companies build the Dakota Access Pipeline.

She was there because of her great-great grandfather. She has actively tried to distract people from the catastrophic harm her family is causing the environment by pointing out charity work. She could have spoken out against Exxon, like some of her cousins did. She could divest from her family's wealth as much as possible, as Abigail Disney has done. She could be pushing for higher taxes on billionaires, as the Ben and Jerry's founders do.

But she didn't, she hasn't, she's not.

She was at the Met Gala, themed on the Gilded Age, because of money her family accumulated in the Gilded Age, money that they got more of while the rest of the world struggled to make ends meet the past few years.

I have a lot of feelings about the Rockefellers so I'll stop while this is still relatively short. I hope this makes sense, or at least kind of answers your question? And if you already knew who the Rockefellers are I'm sorry for the history lesson you didn't ask for lol

#ariana rockefeller #met gala 2022 #eat the rich #rockefeller #you've got questions i've got answers #rockefeller dynasty #cos that's what it is folks #i respect kim kardashian more than a rockefeller and that is saying so much #stop letting billionaires get away with things 2k22 #lobby for tax reform and THEN maybe you get to go to the fun party i don't care if your daddy paid for the museum

[tinyluvs]

imagine dating spencer and you come to visit or something and make him so distracted that he literally can’t info dump on something and the rest of the team is just shocked

yes yes, a hundred times yes 🤭 thank you so much!

catching a glimpse of yourself in the elevator mirror was the last thing you needed right now. you were covered in paint, your dungarees showing up every coloured streak and hand print against the light denim. you're sure there's paint in your hair but you don't have time to dwell on it, you're late

you'd got stressed, painting your boyfriends apartment on your own, lost track of time and then didn't have the time to change before running out of the apartment, just about managing to remember to grab yours and spencer's lunch on the way

"i'm so sorry i'm late," you sigh and frown as you rush through the bullpen to the collection of desks you're oh so familiar with, "please excuse the state of me,"

spencer turns at the sound of your voice, "hi sweetheart," he hums, looking up at you just as you dip to kiss him quickly before pushing the bag of food onto his lap

"hey," you smile softly at your boyfriend before turning to his colleagues, "hey guys, how are we all?" you ask, getting a mixed bunch of replies back

"how's painting?" derek laughs, looking at your appearance and the state of your clothes

you slide onto spencer's desk, pulling your legs up to sit cross legged, "standing six feet up a ladder trying to hold a tray of paint and a brush is hard, i've nearly fallen off twice," you huff,

spencer hands you the sandwich he knows is yours and then seemingly looks at you properly for the first time since you've been there, "hey," he says, almost breathlessly

"hello?" you question, head tilting slightly, "you've already said hi," you say, looking at emily and jj who just snicker and shrug their shoulders but spencer doesn't reply, "oh before i forget!"

your boyfriend watches you carefully as you produce a piece of paper from the tiny pocket on the front of your dungarees, flapping it around to unfold it, your other hand busy clutching your food

"the living room is next, i need to know how much paint to buy," you explain, handing the paper to him, "the cans are one litre or five litres, i can't figure it out"

truth be told you hadn't bothered to try and work it out, knowing spencer would be able to reel off the answer like it's nothing, naturally, he knew the exact measurements of every wall in his house

the boy stares up at you blankly, big brown eyes soft and sparkly. your cheeks heat up under his gaze, your eyebrows raising slightly, "spence?" you nudge him with your knee

he jumps ever so slightly, his head shaking a bit, "hmm?" he asks before only just registering you've handed him something, his eyes scan over it, "oh!" he blushes, turning his chair to face his desk

"what colour are you doing the living room?" jj asks while she stabs at her salad like it's offending her. you'd consulted the girls with all of the decorating developments.

"a light brown i think, we have so much to hang on the walls," you pause to swallow, "so something neutral," you finish with a slight nod

a door opening to your side grabs your attention, aaron coming out of his office with his lunch. he comes down into the bullpen, sitting on the edge of emily's desk, "the paint fighting back?" he asks you, slight smile creeping over his face

you roll your eyes at him, playfully, while the other laugh at your expense, "very funny but i don't see any of you offering to help"

penelope scoffs, "actually, i did" and she was right, however her idea of getting wine drunk and decorating had been quickly shut down by spencer, the only input he's actually offered up in the whole process

giggling, you turn back to your boyfriend who's been far too quiet, "boy wonder?" you say gently, pushing your fingers through his hair, "got an answer for me?"

usually he would have an answer within seconds, his minutes of silence making you frown, he turns to you with the same frown painted across his face, "i don't know," he says

people around you gasp, loudly too, "what do you mean, you don't know?" emily almost chokes on her lunch, sitting forward to gawp at the boy

"i do not know how much paint we need" he confirms

derek scrambles, pulling his phone out of his pocket, "say it again, i need record of this moment" he pleads while garcia smacks him

"well there's a first," david says, wandering over after hearing spencer say i don't know for possibly the first time, ever

your boy stares at the paper in his hand and then up at you, confused, "i have to go and work it out, excuse me" he says, rushed, as he stands and takes off towards circle table room

after a moment of shocked silence you turn to the team who are all staring directly at you, "i'll go check on him, i wonder what's wrong?" you say to no one in particular as you hop off of the desk

"i think i know," jj sing songs and the others hum in agreement as you hop up the stairs and along the walkway into the room.

when you get into the room spencer is stood in front of the biggest whiteboard you've possibly ever seen, marker in hand though the board is still empty of his handwriting

"spence? angel?" you say quietly, staring at his back as he starts to write the measurements of the walls in his living room, "everything alright?"

he hums, not turning to look at you as he continues to work through the problem, "yeah, fine, just can't think properly when you're around," he admits, "not when you look like that," he turns slightly to look at you

"oh, do you want me to leave?" you're sad, its obvious in your voice. nervously you start fiddling with the sleeves of your sweatshirt

your boyfriend gasps, "no, no, honey that's not what i meant!" he says, holding his arm out. you slide into the space, head resting on his shoulder, "you're so beautiful and i love you so much, so so much, my brain just switches off when you’re around"

"really?" you giggle, looking up at him. he hums and nods his head, a light blush rushes up his neck before taking over his cheeks, "i love you too,"

he's taller than you, forcing you onto your tip toes to kiss him, not caring when someone, emily, whoops from the bullpen. gentle hands squeeze at your waist, while you hold his face with one hand, the other resting on his shoulder

"three litres," spencer mumbles against your mouth, you pull away with a sight hum, forgetting what you'd asked of him, "you need three but it's cheaper to just buy five and have left over, now come back" he huffs, his arm wrapping tighter around you to pull you back in for another kiss

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[ozzgin]

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader

I've been plagued by this idea for a while, so let me know what you think! This is just the character introduction. Your new landlord is a Yakuza boss, and his scary looking underling has been tasked to deal with your tenant needs! Although he didn't expect you to be this cute. And you didn't expect him to be this unhinged.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

Content: Female reader, violence, mentions of stalking

This was the last straw.

You're angrily stuffing your suitcase with necessities before the moving company arrives. Each glimpse around the cramped apartment fills you with outrage, as you're still heavily shaken from the events of last night. 

You first begun to suspect you might have a stalker when you found your outer lock with a fresh dent in it. You then picked a small scrap from the ground nearby and assumed it was leftover damage, but upon further inspection you discovered, disgusted, that it was part of your peephole. Someone must've fiddled with your door a fair amount. You tried to approach your immediate neighbors for help, but they either refused to answer your persistent knocks or downright scurried away when faced with your questions. They didn't want to deal with a foreigner. 

You tried to put it behind you. The police advised you to be cautions, as there was nothing else they could do without concrete evidence. And thankfully, you had several peaceful weeks following the incident. Last night you were suddenly awakened by faint scratches coming from your balcony. You groggily got up and wondered if your recently added bird feeder was attracting nocturnal visitors. You got up without turning on the light, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious animal. As you pulled the drape, however, you were met with the large frame of a man plucking your laundry in a hurry. 

A panicked scream erupted from the depths of your chest and you slapped the light switch, erratically searching for your phone. By the time you dialed emergency, the intruder had vanished. You were sobbing against the wall under the fake reassurances of the operator, eyeing the sliding door that had no lock. Had he wished, the masked man could've easily invited himself in. You were at the mercy of a lunatic and no one seemed to be impressed by your situation. 

No more. Ideally you'd go back to your home country and forget about your plans to build yourself a life in Japan. What were you even thinking? A lonely girl, low on funds, signing a contract to be relocated across the ocean for work. You barely scraped the first months of a mandatory year. 

You close your suitcase with a satisfying click and on your way out you wipe the table of all the newspaper clippings. You've been scanning the potential offers on the market. The ones within your budget, of course, which means you don't have to worry about being picky. Until you find a new place, your belongings can wait in storage. Dusty furniture is a better prospect than waking up with a pervert looming over you. 

By the time the clock hits evening hours, you're sipping on your iced coffee with a defeated sigh. Most of the cheap apartments seem to be given to locals. Not outsiders like you. At least they spared you of the false hopes and curtly told you to not expect any call back, so you can swiftly move on to the next circled address. You pull out the crumbled sheet of paper from your pocket. Reading over your list of crossed out lines like this deflates you greatly. At the very bottom lies your final hope: the ad you'd stumbled upon this morning was too good to be true and the realtor was available for viewing at any time, so you're almost certain it's some sort of scam. Yet you can't afford to skip it, can you? You stand up, pat your jeans and take a deep breath in. 

As you check your phone to confirm the location, you begin to doubt your decision. It's hard to believe no other potential renters have showed up. The apartment is in a convenient area, very close to public transport, at a great price, on what looks like a busy street. Isn't it the dream? So why? You glance around, examining the surroundings. The shops are bustling with people. You try to come up with possible explanations, when a deep voice startles you.

"You must be (Y/N), right? You sure are easy to spot."

You turn around to greet the person. Although the second you spot him, you take an unconscious step back. You'd expected a middle aged man dressed in formal attire with a shy bow and clumsy movements. The one standing before you resembles none of that. He's imposingly tall, with a muscular built and slicked back hair. You can discern the tattoos peeking out from under the rolled up sleeves. His face has multiple deep scars and you can only assume that the pale, discolored eye that's transfixed in one direction is a fake made of glass. One might call him handsome, if you're into the kind of appearance you see in documentaries about the mafia. 

"Y-you're the landlord?" You stutter, immediately covering your mouth and regretting your lack of tact. 

"Nuh uh, Boss sent me to deal with it." He flashes you a genuine grin, completely unperturbed by your offhanded implication. "I'm Daitou."

He continues towards the entrance and you follow behind, too awkward to back down now. He describes the living quarters with surprising enthusiasm. If you were to close your eyes and disregard his heavy Kansai accent, you could very well be convinced it's a professional real estate agent hard at work. 

"Excuse me for asking, but..." Once he finishes his marketing presentation, you cannot help the increasing anxiety. "What's the catch?"

"Huh?"

"For something like this to be so cheap...and no one else being interested...may I be frank and ask what's wrong with it? Please understand, I just left my previous apartment because of a stalker. I don't want to be packing again anytime soon."

"Well, isn't it obvious?" He searches your gaze for a moment, before gasping as if remembering something. "Wait, you're a foreigner, so I guess you don't know. Ah, that explains it." 

He lets out a hearty laugh, satisfied with his conclusion. 

"You didn't notice anything strange outside?"

You ponder his question before slowly shaking your head in denial. 

"Really? A bunch of heavily tattooed guys with family pins on their suits...This is a yakuza quarter. Our Family owns most businesses here. But lately we've had a lot of police on our backs, ya know? Bound to happen when the street is swarming with us. So Boss had this great idea - he's smart like that, ya know, I've never been the bright one - anyways, he suggested we rent some of our housing to regular civilians. Less suspicious that way." 

He crosses his arms and nods to himself proudly. 

"I myself think it's a great deal. You won't find anything cheaper for the kind of stuff you're getting. All you have to do is, you know, mind your business. If some weasel questions you, no Sir, you haven't seen or heard anything suspicious. That's all."

You can only stare wide eyed, somewhat taken aback by his honesty.

"Uh...Are you sure you were supposed to tell me all of this? I feel we're skipping some steps before admitting to organized crime."

Now it's his turn to consider your inquiry. 

"Probably not, but I'm not good with words. You look like a smart girl, so I thought I won't sugarcoat it. I'm sure you already know that if you leave and rat us out I'll be throwing your chopped up remains in the nearby river. Or would you want to be shipped home instead? I'm a nice guy like that, hehe."

You return a crooked smile and purse your lips in the process. You'd rather not learn the percentage of truth in his humor anytime soon. 

"You mentioned a stalker? I can guarantee you he won't follow here, miss. And if he's that dumb to wander on our turf, well, me and my guys always hang around the block. Leave him to me and I'll bring you his teeth in a box." 

"I-...Why teeth of all the things?"

"Just easier to pull out, ya know." He winks and reaches for his back pocket, revealing an old pair of pliers with childish delight. "See, I'm a bit of a handyman, so I always have some tools on me."

Strangely enough, you're not as terrified as you would expect from someone in your shoes. Certainly your knees are weaker when compared to your pre-encounter state, but there's something about his demeanor that doesn't feel malicious or threatening. Like conversing with an old friend at a pub. 

"Will I truly not get in trouble? You guys do your thing and I'm 100% not involved?"

"You have my word." And with that, as if closing the sale of his lifetime, he confidently slaps a stack of papers on the nearby counter and hands you a pen. "You already have my number, if anyone pisses you off just hit me up and I'll be at your service. Boss left everything to me."

No perverts and less of your monthly allowance going towards rent. Maybe it's your despair talking, but you've been persuaded nonetheless. You scribble your name in the designated field and shove the documents towards your new acquaintance. 

"Pleasure doing business with you, miss (Y/N)." He cheerfully dangles the keys before dropping them in your hand and heads for the door.

"Oh, is shipping included in the rent?"

He stops and turns to you, mildly confused.

"You said if I mess up you'll ship my remains home. Do I pay for the postage myself, or is that part of the monthly tax?" You ask with a cheeky grin. 

His eyes narrow in delight and you can tell he's greatly amused by your words. 

"Nah, consider it a gift from me. Gotta treat a lady nice, 'specially if it's a pretty one like you."

And with that, you're alone again. You look around the room, trying to visualize your new home. It's already getting dark outside. Now that you've had the situation explained to you, you can definitely see what Daitou meant. There's the occasional police officer patrolling the street, and plenty of men dressed in similar fashion walking in small groups. 

"And?"

Outside the building, a young man is leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth. He seems to have been waiting for Daitou. 

"It's done. Some cute foreigner is moving in." He lifts an arm in a flexing motion, patting his bicep in a congratulatory manner. "Boss will be surprised, eh?"

"You're fucking with me."

"What? You wanna go back upstairs and check?" He responds, appalled. "Might've taken longer than expected, but I told ya I can manage!"

"Are you sure you didn't threaten her or something? I still don't know what Boss was thinking when he asked a nutcase like you to deal with the civvies." 

"Hey hey hey, I may not be all fancy speaking like you or Kazuya, but I'm not dumb. Matter of fact, she already signed the papers."

"I never said you're dumb. Just batshit crazy." The young man sighs and flicks his cigarette butt away, stomping on it.

"Let's go and tell the others."

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[lqvesoph]

Hot Wings - LN4

landonorris x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend does the hot wing challenge for quadrant and you make a little cameo for the first time ever

warnings: none, just fluff

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"Baby, you've got no right to laugh, you're not going this", your boyfriend Lando called, he would've laughed if his mouth wasn't burning at the moment.

He was currently filming a YouTube video for Quadrant and Max and him were eating hot wings while Niran asked them questions.

At the moment they were at the 7th wing, at level 300,000.

Max and Niran looked over at you behind the camera when Lando called your name.

Your boyfriend waved you over, signaling you to come to him. You hesitantly stood up, as you haven’t really confirmed your relationship yet, and walked to him and his best friend.

"My lips are burning", he mumbled, leaning back against your stomach, his head tilted back so he could hold eye contact.

You let your finger trail over his cheek, placing them onto his full red lips.

Lando leaned further into you. "Ohh, your fingers are cold, baby. I've never loved your fingers more than in this moment", the driver muttered, wrapping his arms around your middle, to keep you in place.

Max and Niran broke out in hysterical laughters as soon as Lando stopped speaking and even you couldn’t help a grin forming on your face.

"If you say so", you muttered, pushing your fingers into his curls, wrapping them around your fingers.

"Stay", he demanded.

"You're full of milk", you complained, stroking over the wet patches on Lando's black shirt.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, baby", he cooed, not really paying attention, which made you chuckle.

"You wanna take a bite as well?", Max suggested, holding up a hot wing with some sauce on it.

His best friend addressing you, made Lando lift his cheek from your stomach and look up at you.

In the meantime, you nodded, taking the chicken wing from Max's hands and taking a bite.

You didn't want to admit it but Lando's reaction wasn't unreasonable. The sauce was fucking spicy. But you tried to not let it show too much.

"It's spicy, that's for sure", you managed to say, taking a sip of the cold milk next to Lando.

"Well, at least you didn't spit everywhere like Lando", Max chuckled, slapping his best friend's back.

"She never-", Lando started with a grin, looking up at you, but before he could say anything else, you put your hand over his mouth, stopping him from telling a stupid sexual joke.

"You didn't eat the earlier ones", Lando complained, his voice muffled due to your fingers on his lips.

You listened to Lando answering Niran's question, with your boyfriend's arm still wrapped around your legs.

"Your lips alright again, mate?", Max asked teasingly.

"Mmh-mmh", Lando asked, looking up with his head thrown back. You could read his face telling you he wanted a kiss. You shook your head but still leaned down to peck his cheek, not feeling quite comfortable to properly kiss him with a camera recording you and in a video that will be posted on social media soon, before walking back to your chair behind the camera.

"You okay over there?" Max asked, after a few more hot wings when he noticed you pacing up and down behind the camera.

"My lips are burning", you replied. The boys laughed. "No, really it's actually painful", you called back, chuckling.

"You want ice cream", Lando offered, holding up the vanilla ice cream box. You agreed and walked over, the spoon already ready in Lando's hands.

You opened your mouth, letting Lando feed you. "You know Lando's salvia is all over that, he drooled on it", Max pointed out, looking at the spoon in Lando's hand.

"My salvia has been different places already", Lando quickly replied, not even taking his gaze of you.

"LANDO!", you yelled, realizing what he just said and threw the empty milk can that stood on the table at him.

Lando dodged the can successfully. "What? It's true", Lando laughed, smearing ice cream on your cheek.

Then he pulled a third chair closer for you to sit on.

"If there's anything you would change in Formula 1, what would you do?", Niran went on with the questions. "I'd make them do this. On the grid. During the national lanthem- lanthem", Lando replied, struggling to pronounce the words coming out of his mouth.

Max and you started laughing. "It's alright, baby", you laughed, making Lando look up at you. "You have the exact same look on your face as if you just came from a night club, completely shitfaced", you told him with a chuckle.

"I- I do talk li- la", Lando slurred, only confirming his words by the way he said them. You laughed and buried your fingers in his curls when he laid his head on the table.

"I need something to eat, something that's not spicy", he whined and sat back in his chair. "You want noodles?", you asked, grinning at the state your boyfriend was in.

Lando looked up and nodded, looking like a little kid. You smiled and ruffled his curls before standing up and walking to the kitchen upstairs.

Only a few minutes later Lando and Max came up from the filming room. Your boyfriend came up behind you and wrapped his arm around your body, his head resting on your shoulder.

"I’m almost done", you told Lando, who nodded and sat down next to Max on at the kitchen counter.

You took two plates from the cupboard and placed them in front of the two boys before putting the noodles along with the sauce on the table.

Lando pulled you closer like he had earlier while filming as well and put his head against your stomach.

Ria entered the kitchen and chuckled at the scene in front of her. Both boys looking like they just went through the most traumatic experience of their lives, with milk dripping down their shirts. "What happened to you two?", she laughed.

"Now you wait till you do that video", Lando called, grabbing his burning throat after, making you and Ria chuckle.

Comments:

fan: Y/N CAMEO??? IN A QUADRANT VIDEO

fan: She gets along with Max so well, I love it

fan: Ria is probably so happy she doesn't need to deal with the guys on her own anymore

fan: I don't think we need an official statement about their relationship anymore

> fan: Yeah, I think that's confirmation enough...

> fan: "My salvia has been different places already"

> fan: Charlotte would sue him for that

> fan: PAHAHAH SHE DEFINITELY WOULD

fan: Her voice is so calming, I could listen to her talk all day

> fan: Her accent is so adorable

fan: Y/n immediately burying her hands in Lando's curls is the cutest thing I've seen all day

> fan: Can we blame her? His curls do look amazingly touchable

fan: Now after this, I wanna see drunk Lando

fan: I wanna see more of boyfriend Lando, he’s the cutest

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[burntoutdaydreamer]

Weird Brain Hacks That Help Me Write

I'm a consistently inconsistent writer/aspiring novelist, member of the burnt-out-gifted-kid-to-adult-ADHD-diagnosis-pipeline, recently unemployed overachiever, and person who's sick of hearing the conventional neurotypical advice to dealing with writer's block (i.e. "write every single day," or "there's no such thing as writer's block- if you're struggling to write, just write" Like F*CK THAT. Thank you, Brenda, why don't you go and tell someone with diabetes to just start producing more insulin?)

I've yet to get to a point in my life where I'm able to consistently write at the pace I want to, but I've come a long way from where I was a few years ago. In the past five years I've written two drafts of a 130,000 word fantasy novel (currently working on the third) and I'm about 50,000 words in on the sequel. I've hit a bit of a snag recently, but now that I've suddenly got a lot of time on my hands, I'm hoping to revamp things and return to the basics that have gotten me to this point and I thought I might share.

1) My first draft stays between me and God

I find that I and a lot of other writers unfortunately have gotten it into our heads that first drafts are supposed to resemble the finished product and that revisions are only for fixing minor mistakes. Therefore, if our first draft sucks that must mean we suck as writers and having to rewrite things from scratch means that means our first draft is a failure.

I'm here to say that is one of the most detrimental mentalities you can have as a writer.

Ever try drawing a circle? You know how when you try to free-hand draw a perfect circle in one go, it never turns out right? Whereas if you scribble, say, ten circles on top of one another really quickly and then erase the messy lines until it looks like you drew a circle with a singular line, it ends up looking pretty decent?

Yeah. That's what the drafting process is.

Your first draft is supposed to suck. I don't care who you are, but you're never going to write a perfect first draft, especially if you're inexperienced. The purpose of the first draft is to lay down a semi-workable foundation. A really loose, messy sketch if you will. Get it all down on paper, even if it turns out to be the most cliche, cringe-inducing writing you've ever done. You can work out those kinks in the later drafts. The hardest part of the first draft is the most crucial part: getting started. Don't stress yourself out and make it even harder than it already is.

If that means making a promise to yourself that no one other than you will ever read your first draft unless it's over your cold, dead body, so be it.

2) Tell perfectionism to screw off by writing with a pen

I used to exclusively write with pencil until I realized I was spending more time erasing instead of writing.

Writing with a pen keeps me from editing while I right. Like, sometimes I'll have to cross something out or make notes in the margins, but unlike erasing and rewriting, this leaves the page looking like a disaster zone and that's a good thing.

If my writing looks like a complete mess on paper, that helps me move past the perfectionist paralysis and just focus on getting words down on the page. Somehow seeing a page full of chicken scratch makes me less worried about making my writing all perfect and pretty- and that helps me get on with my main goal of fleshing out ideas and getting words on a page.

3) It's okay to leave things blank when you can't think of the right word

My writing, especially my first draft, is often filled with ___ and .... and (insert name here) and red text that reads like stage directions because I can't think of what is supposed to go there or the correct way to write it.

I found it helps to treat my writing like I do multiple choice tests. Can't think of the right answer? Just skip it. Circle it, come back to it later, but don't let one tricky question stall you to the point where you run out of brain power or run out of time to answer the other questions.

If I'm on a role, I'm not gonna waste it by trying to remember that exact word that I need or figure out the right transition into the next scene or paragraph. I'm just going to leave it blank, mark to myself that I'll need to fix the problem later, and move on.

Trust me. This helps me sooooo much with staying on a roll.

4) Write Out of Order

This may not be for everyone, but it works wonders for me.

Sure, the story your writing may need to progress chronologically, but does that mean you need to write it chronologically? No. It just needs to be written.

I generally don't do this as much for editing, but for writing, so long as you're making progress, it doesn't matter if it's in the right order. Can't think of how to structure Chapter 2, but you have a pretty good idea of how your story's going to end? Write the ending then. You'll have to go back and write Chapter 2 eventually, but if you're feeling more motivated to write a completely different part of the book, who's to say you can't do that?

When I'm working on a project, I start off with a single document that I title "Scrap for (Project Title)" and then just write whatever comes to mind, in whatever order. Once I've gotten enough to work with, then I start outlining my plot and predicting how many chapters I'm going to need. Then, I create separate google docs for each individual chapter and work on them in whatever order I feel like, often leaving several partially complete as I jump from one to the other. Then, as each one gets finished, I copy and paste the chapter into the full manuscript document. This means that the official "draft" could have Chapters 1 and 9, but completely be missing Chapters 2-8, and that's fine. It's not like anyone will ever know once I finish it.

Sorry for the absurdly long post. Hopes this helps someone. Maybe I'll share more tricks in the future.

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[heich0e]

"are you like... into that?"

you tear your eyes away from the screen a few seconds after rintarou says it, too rapt by what's unfolding in the movie scene to look away too soon.

"what do you mean?" you ask, glancing over to the other end of the sofa where he's seated. he's slumped down in the corner of the sofa, nestled right into the valley between the cushions where he always sits—which has resulted in a permanent sort of vaguely rintarou-shaped indentation that you hide using throw pillows when company comes over.

he's watching you very intently from his side of the sofa, too intently almost. you'd thought you'd felt his eyes on you while you were watching the movie, but you aren't exactly sure how long he's been staring, and now it leaves you wondering what exactly he's up to.

rintarou nods towards the television on the other side of the room, you look back at the screen once more and see the male lead still at the centre of the scene. he'd just gotten into a fight—shirtless, glistening with perspiration, and a strangely erotic trickle of blood trailing down his philtrum. you swallow a little as you become engrossed in the movie again, forgetting momentarily that you were ever asked a question at all.

"so?"

your eyes snap back to rintarou—who's still focused only on you, but with a slightly more disapproving look this time.

"what?" you ask him, a bit huffily. you're still not even sure what he'd been asking you in the first place.

"you've been ogling that guy since he got the shit kicked out of him," rintarou says pointedly, lifting a hand and gesturing towards the television. "you into that or something?"

there's something kind of accusatory in his tone.

"wha—hu—no," you stumble over your words in your haste to defend yourself. "i've told you i'm not into hardcore stuff. and that would constitute like... doctorate level BDSM."

rintarou's lips purse slightly. "do you think that guy's hot?"

"i mean... yeah," you answer after contemplating it for a moment. "i didn't really think so before but he's kinda sexy in this scene."

"he just got the shit kicked out of him," the boy at the other end of the sofa responds flatly.

"so you've pointed out," you answer. you turn back to the screen, watching as the battered male lead winds a roll of bandages around his ribs, then drags his knuckles roughly across his lips to clear away some of the blood that clings to them. your tongue peeks out to moisten your own unconsciously. "don't you think there's something kind of hot about a guy with a bit of blood on him?"

"is this a trick question?"

you look back at rintarou again, and find him still fixated on you rather than the film. he's pouting a bit, and it kind of makes you want to laugh. instead, you push yourself up from your own little nest at the opposite end of the sofa, crawling down towards him.

"rintarou, are you jealous because i called the bloody guy sexy?" you ask him as you pause at his side, resting back on your haunches.

he nibbles on the inside of his cheek—a habit he's had as long as you've known him—and for the first time in possibly the entire 54 minutes this movie has been playing, he averts his eyes from you.

"...no."

you do laugh then, swinging one leg over his lap to perch yourself atop him.

"you're being silly," you say to him as you balance yourself with your hands on his shoulders. his own come slithering up to settle at your waist, and his grip is a little tighter than you expect. he's still sulking though, refusing to look at you.

there's a loud crash in the film playing on the screen behind you, but you don't turn to look at it—you doubt that would help the situation at hand very much.

"rin," you coax him, making your voice as sweet as possible.

he doesn't look at you, but he does seem to bite the inside of his cheek a little harder now.

you dip down close to him, your mouth hovering over his and your eyes level. "rin-ta-rou."

he finally looks at you, his lips parting in surprise at your sudden nearness. you're so close that your mouths brush slightly thanks to that subtle movement, and he leans into the warmth of your lips to kiss you properly after getting such a small taste of it.

rintarou pulls away after one long, deep kiss, slouching back into the sofa again—but this time pulling you down with him into his little him-shaped indentation—holding you tightly to his chest as he gets you both comfortable. you let him maneuver you however he wants to, placating him with your docility to make him feel better, and keeping any comment about his jealousy to yourself—at least for now.

the two of you eventually find a comfortable way to rest, entwined together on his end of the sofa but both with a clear view to the screen to resume your spectating of the movie.

"what's so hot about a guy with a nosebleed anyway? i used to get them all the time when i was a kid," rintarou mumbles bitterly after a few moments, and you feel the words reverberate through his chest as you rest with your head upon it.

you laugh lightly, and your boyfriend's arms tighten around your waist.

he pipes up again after a few moments more pass in the film.

"you don't want me to start fighting or anything, do you?" he asks you skeptically.

you've effectively lost track of the movie's plot now, but you don't really care that much.

"no, rintarou, i don't want you to start fighting," you reply, patting his chest reassuringly. "you'd get your ass kicked anyway."

"well, apparently you're into that," he mutters.

"will you be quiet and just watch the movie, nosebleed boy?"

(a week later, rintarou sends you a photo from practice—having gracefully taken one of motoya's receives to the face—with an angry red welt on his cheek, blood dripping from his nose, and an obnoxious smirk on his lips. unfortunately, you are kinda into that.)

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