#also the way he said point...zero...three...percent

[bodyglitter]

ok im watching the social network again for the second day in a row and i really jus......cannot get over how well andrew garfield played that role....he deserved an oscar for the lawyer up asshole scene alone

[cherriesnkisses]

gator tillman 💛 headcanon

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first of all, the pet names.

god, the pet names.

there's the basic ones, like honey and baby and sweetheart.

occasionally there's a sugar or angel or sweetness or doll or pretty girl.

then there's the just outright ridiculous ones. the ones that he knows you hate and it's the only reason he uses them.

sugarplum. lovebug. peach. trouble.

lovebug isn't actually all that bad, it's just that he uses it to tease you when you're tired and exceptionally clingy.

he does this thing where he pretends he isn't looking at you even thjough he's very obviously staring.

you'll glance over, he'll whip his head away, then two seconds later he's right back to staring.

"what? can't a man look at his girl?"

he will brag about you to literally anyone and everyone within earshot. but in a dumb way.

some guys will say their girlfriend is so amazing.

gator will say "she parallel parked first try the other day. didn't even hit the curb" with a proud little smirk.

he really enjoys picking you up randomly with zero warning.

you're mid conversation and suddenly you're off the ground.

sometimes it's bridal style, sometimes you're tossed over his shoulder like a pack of potatoes.

he loooooooooves hooking a finger through your belt loop to guide you places.

or a hand in your back pocket.

he's a big fan of that one.

one hundred percent tries to impress you with things that aren't that impressive.

"watch this" and he opens a bottle with his teeth.

lifting something heavy then looking at you the entire time to make sure you're watching.

fixing things around your house, even things that don't necessarily need fixing.

dining chair? suddenly it's too wobbly.

your bedroom door? "this don't close right, lemme get my tools"

he just wants to feel useful.

gator will dramatically overreact if you're just slightly hurt.

you'll have a paper cut and it might as well be a state wide emergency.

you tapped a hot pan once and mumbled "ouch"

you could hear him down the hall practically tripping over himself and bumping into a wall just to get to you.

however, gator also enjoys wrestling you.

not aggressively, obviously, just playful and annoying and all over the living room floor like a proper wwe match.

sometimes he'll randomly get a bit soft out of nowhere, then immediately ruin it.

he'll brush your hair back, stare at you with his soft brown eyes, it'll be a romantic silence for a moment, then here he comes with "you got somethin' on your face"

deep down, gator is a gentleman, of course.

like he'll get out and actually knock on your door when he's picking you up, so that he can walk you to his truck and open your door for you.

but before he gets out to come knock on your door, he always makes a point of revving his truck in your driveway to let you know he's arrived.

which prompts you to peek through the curtain with a brow raised and an expression that looks like you're mentally scolding him.

he just grins.

he'll often show up unannounced but act like it's nothing.

"was in the area" and he drove 20 minutes.

and you know what, he's absolutely a guy who will hear you mention liking something once then buy it for you in bulk.

"you said you liked those strawberry candies" "gator, this is a three pound bag" "well...yeah. didn't want you runnin' out"

he stands just a bit closer when other guys are around.

if one guy makes you laugh a little harder than usual, he'll ask you extremely specific questions later on.

"you know that guy?" "what guy?" "mr wannabe comedian"

and gator always sleeps better when you're there, but very rarely does he admit it.

you stay over one time and suddenly every night he's like "so...you comin' by tonight or...?"

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[envy-of-the-apple]

pt three cuz it doesnt feel finished

Part one, Part two, Part three

in a surprising turn of events, you and the demon decide to team up. Sebastian is no longer grell's obsession, and he's never felt freerer. on the other hand, you are constantly on edge, wondering when grell will burst through the door to blabber about wedding preparations and all that. sebastian tells you that he's prepared to 'clean up your mess' and you agree since it's technically your fault she's here.

still, you should've read the fine print a little more.

'clean up the mess' turns more into a supernatural standoff.

"Michaelis." Grell scowls when the demon approaches him. You linger behind the butler, peeking out from behind his back.

"Jealous I moved on from you, so now you steal my darling?" Grell accuses. "As flattering as you are, I won't take you back. My heart belongs to another."

At that, she blows you a kiss and winks. You wilt. Sebastian barely even blinks.

"I've come to make a deal." He suggests. "Clearly you are interested in the human, as am I. Perhaps we could co-exist."

You snap your eyes up at him. What?

Grell surveys him. "What, are you suggesting we become co-wife and co-husband?" She sneers. "I could never share my darling that way."

Sebastian looks absolutely disgusted by her suggestion. "Nonsense." He makes a face. "I have no romantic interest in the human. I see the human as a timid mole who is blindly wandering around the pavement, unable to find its way underground. You cannot help but pity and adore it."

Wow, what a charmer. Even Grell looks taken aback by what he said.

With zero percent of your input, a deal is set in place. You will stay as a phantomhive maid for the rest of your contract. When it's up, you will go and live with Grell to be a happy married couple.

Grell skips off with glee, and Sebastian looks like a smug cat as he walks you back to the mansion.

"This was not how i thought that would go," you hiss to him because he essentially just sold you off to the reaper just for a year of peace.

Sebastian shrugs. "I will miss having you around." He pats your head. "I suppose this is like rehoming a pet." The fact that he looked genuinely disappointed enraged you.

"Don't pet me."

Later than night, there's a knock on your window. it's grell ofc. you're sighing but you open up the window regardless.

she's shoving a bouquet of red roses into your arms. her voice is uncharacteristically soft.

you silently note how pretty she is when she's blushing.

"I know you aren't ready for marriage." She admits quietly, "but I promise you I'll make a good wife."

"You haven't even asked me to marry you, yet." You point out. "You just...announced it."

She blinks as though she entirely forgot. "Oh...Oh yes! I will do that-"

"Also a couple should get to know eachother first before deciding on marriage. With dates and stuff."

Grell grows more and more flustered. "We-we should probably do that too." She admits sheepishly.

She's not human. She's a crazed, obsessed maniac that runs around with a chainsaw. Hardly wife material.

But you can't help the smile that spreads on your face as you smell the bouquet.

You give her a chaste kiss on the cheek. She freezes.

"Goodnight." You tell her.

"Goodnight." She repeats.

It's like she freaked out so hard, her mind went blank and her body went on autopilot. You watch her leave on stumbling legs. A hand is pressed onto the cheek you kissed.

She's a crazed, obsessed maniac...but maybe you like a little crazy.

[immaqulate]

boots & baseball caps !! ―chris x country singer! reader

You had played sold-out shows in Nashville, had won two CMAs, and had been on the cover of Rolling Stone in a sundress and cowboy boots, holding a guitar like it was a natural extension of your arm—well, because it was.

None of that prepared you for Chris Sturniolo's friends and family finding out about you.

"Wait," Nick said, standing in the kitchen doorway, pointing between you and Chris like he was solving a math problem. "You're dating her?"

"We've been over this," Chris said flatly, not looking up from his phone.

"I know but every time I see it in person it short circuits my brain a little."

You leaned against the counter and smiled into your coffee cup. You'd gotten used to this reaction—from his brothers, from the internet, from basically everyone who had ever seen the two of you photographed together outside a Whole Foods in LA looking like a fever dream. You in your going-out boots and a floral dress, him in a hoodie that may or may not have had a small stain on the sleeve.

Country sweetheart and chaotic YouTube Influencer, the headline had read. You had screenshotted it and sent it to your mom, who had simply replied: accurate.

"You don't even listen to country music," Matt said from the couch, also deeply invested in this conversation despite pretending to watch TV.

"I listen to her country music," Chris said, finally looking up. He said it so simply, so matter-of-fact, that it actually made your chest do something embarrassing.

"That's genuinely the sweetest thing you've ever said," you told him.

"Don't make it weird."

"You made it weird."

"I made it correct," he said, and then he was up off the couch and in the kitchen and stealing your cup with absolutely zero remorse.

"Hey—"

"You make it too sweet anyway." He took a sip and made a face. "How much creamer did you put in this."

"The right amount."

"This is not a beverage, this is a dessert."

You grabbed it back from him. "Then stop drinking my dessert."

He grinned at you—that specific Chris grin, the one that was slightly crooked and way too easy, and you thought, not for the first time, that you had absolutely no business falling for someone like him. You had a tour bus and a management team and a publicist who had nearly had a heart attack when the Whole Foods photos dropped.

And he had a ring light and a chaotic upload schedule and an inability to make his own coffee correctly. And somehow it was the best relationship you'd ever been in.

"For what it's worth," Nick said, still hovering in the doorway, "I think you're really good for him."

"Nick—" Chris started.

"You've calmed him down like forty percent."

"That's genuinely not true," Chris said.

"Last week you reminded him to eat lunch three days in a row." You pointed at Chris. "That's true, I did do that."

Chris looked between you and Nick with the expression of a man being very lovingly ganged up on, which was also true. He grabbed your coffee again just to be difficult.

"I'm going to write a song about you," you told him. He paused. "A good one or a sad one?"

You pretended to think about it. "Depends on if you give me my coffee back." He handed it back immediately.

You laughed, really laughed, and he was smiling too, that real one he didn't always let people see, and Nick had very wisely disappeared back into the hallway, and outside the LA sun was doing its best impression of a Tennessee afternoon, and you thought:

Yeah. This works.

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The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy 1894 - The Guilt Trip Strategy

Day 56. Nozomi's awake. Time to break the news. We should try and figure out a good way to soften the blow.

Blow softened! Great job, everyone. Good teamwork all around! Especially you, G.

Thank you. I tried my best.

Takumi: ...you two didn't do anything.

And the results speak for themselves, don't they!?

Aww, sisterly empathy. We should have a timeline where the three of you get to live and be together. That's be great.

I'm not expecting it to actually work out so well. This is a Killing Game. We can't have nice things during Killing Games.

I can.

Bodies don't count, G.

Maybe to you. For me, they're like video game collectibles. Don't you want to help me Hundred Percent the Last Defense Academy?

Are you out of your mind? That is a massive undertaking. What reasonable person would try to do that!? And document it!?

You're not telling her the part about Eva wanting to take Nozomi with her now, I see. You already said no on Nozomi's behalf, so sharing that detail would make you look bad. Nozomi probably wouldn't like that you made that choice for her.

You've gotten really manipulative since the Double Eito effect took root. Which makes sense.

And here comes the guilt trip. This is such an Eito move. You aren't willing to give Nozomi to Eva, but you are willing to weaponize Eva against Nozomi to reach the outcome you'd prefer.

I'd have a lot more respect for this guilt trip strategy if you hadn't just told Eva, "Get fucked; Nozomi's ours," the other day.

It's easy to reflexively approve of what you're doing here because you're trying to pull Nozomi away from the Sponsor. Trying to convince her to live. That is... honestly, it's questionable because at the end of the day, someone has to die and it's very disrespectful of Nozomi's wishes to try and force her to let it be someone else instead.

But at least, in that, it's easy to agree too. It's easy to disagree with coercing Nozomi into living but it's also easy to agree too. The pros and cons of both are extremely visible.

It's easy to see you as the good guy in this scenario because the Sponsor is so bad. The alternative to what you are arguing now is so bad. But you are not the good guy. You're not trying to keep Nozomi alive; You're trying to keep her in your possession, which so happens to require protecting her from the Sponsor in this moment.

It's similar to how Ima is not always stabbing people and telling them to stay the fuck away from his sister.

But with the exception of those timelines where he actually reflects on his behavior and changes, he is always the guy who would stab people and tell them to stay the fuck away from his sister.

Ima isn't always in situations where he feels a need to behave abusively, but Ima is always Kako's abuser. It's just a matter of whether or not circumstances have triggered his already-existing abusive tendencies recently. Sometimes he'll manage to go the full cycle without ever being presented with a reason to abuse her, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't if such a reason arose.

Again, with exception for the versions of him that actually recognize this and change. There are good Imas; They're just few and far between. Like good Eitos.

That's where you are right now. I don't know if I agree or disagree with the action you are taking but I violently disagree with your motives. Because even though you're doing something that can be conceptualized as unimaginably good (trying to save her life), the reason for which you're doing it is purely selfish.

You had an opportunity to do it for selfless reasons, but that ship sailed when you made Nozomi's decision to stay or go for her.

Also, he was going to stuff her in a bag to force her to grind KG points against her will.

Oh yeah, that too! Absolutely zero respect for Nozomi's opinions, values, or agency. As usual.

Oh wow, and now you're going there. Breaking out the coffin so you can beat Nozomi with her dead mother's corpse.

Well, congratulations, Takky. You've successfully browbeat and gaslit Nozomi into killing Kako instead of sacrificing herself like she wanted.

Okay, but you were against letting Shouma sacrifice himself.

I came around on that.

But no, I do feel the pull to say, "No, Nozomi, you shouldn't do this." I just don't like the underhanded ways we're going about it. I feel inclined to defend Nozomi's choices here even though I don't know if I agree with them because everyone else is being domineering assholes about it.

We were going to stuff her in a bag and make her earn points against her will a couple days ago! That is not the behavior of people who have good opinions about things!

Oh wow, we're actually just saying it. Our mission now is to kill Kako. There is no pretense about it.

You've stopped hunting too but are magically floating at the top anyways. What's that about?

No, but she's right. There is a nest of metal slimes, and it should still have a living Paragon in it. Takky, are you thinking what I'm thinking? Let's go get Quenzelle?

Let's go get Quenzelle!

I really like Nozomi but I also like Kako so this is a lateral change for me. It's really no skin off my back which one of them survives. Though if Ima really doesn't throw this round to protect Kako, I'm gonna hold that against him for the rest of his lives.

I'm still trying to figure out how to make it be both.

I know you are.

I just don't like Takky subverting Nozomi's wishes behind her back and then gaslighting her so he can subvert them to her face.

[aishangotome]

[Prologue] Even if the world were to end tomorrow— | Ikemen Villains

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Jude: This is seriously such a joke.

Kate: What's wrong?

It happened one evening during a dinner party held at the palace, which also doubled as an information exchange—

No sooner had I taken my seat at the dining table than the bitter complaint reached my ears, causing me to tilt my head in confusion.

Ellis: Oh, Kate-san. He's talking about this.

Sitting directly across from me, Ellis-kun pointed toward the center of the dining table.

William: Major newspapers and magazines are all running this exact news as their front-page feature.

I cast my eyes down at the multiple sheets spread across the highly polished table.

Sensational headlines danced across the pages, reading along the lines of, "X-DAY IS UPON US," "THE END OF THE WORLD IN X DAYS," and "HEATED DEBATES RAGE OVER WHAT WILL BRING THE FINAL DESTRUCTION"—

Kate: The world is...... ending......?

Liam: It's the kind of rumor that gets people all stirred up every once in a while.

Alfons: Isn't it essentially like a passing plague? People simply cannot endure the sheer boredom of an endless, unchanging daily routine.

Darius: That being said, we might not be able to dismiss it as a one hundred percent fabrication, you know?

Kate: ......What exactly do you mean by that?

Nica: That sort of thing is probably something your Chancellor over there is much more familiar with, isn't it?

The members of Vogel who arrived late to the dining room cast a pair of highly meaningful glances in Victor's direction.

Victor: ......Within the exceptionally old reference materials regarding the cursed found in the palace library,

Victor: there was a specific piece of text stating that a certain cursed individual exists who prophesies the end of the world.

Ring: I see. I figured it was nothing more than a completely baseless rumor, but......

Elbert: If the source of this recent information happens to be that exact cursed individual......

Roger: So that means we can't entirely rule it out as a complete fabrication, huh?

Kate: T-That can't be......

Victor: ......Just kidding! Did I scare you a little?

Darius: Well, the likelihood of this involving a cursed individual is practically zero. In other words, I am operating under the assumption that the credibility of these rumors is also zero.

Darius: It is most likely just a pathetic way for humans to kill time.

William: ......Indeed. The idea that absolutely everything in the world will come to an end in three days is thoroughly unrealistic. The current popularity of this rumor is undoubtedly—

William: nothing more than a way to try living today under the assumption of, "What if the world ends tomorrow?"

William: It is essentially a thought experiment—an act of "memento mori"—that humanity repeatedly attempts to explore.

Victor: ......And so! As an apology for scaring you, I would like to debut a brand new magic trick I just picked up!

Nica: Ugh, I absolutely do not want to see that.

Victor: Harry, give me a hand!

Harrison: Absolutely not. Do it yourself, old man.

("What if the world ends tomorrow?")

(If that actually turned out to be the truth......)

(I wonder exactly how "we" would spend our final day together—?)

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[coffeeviolinist]

I’m going to preface this by saying that the hate Kimi was getting is 100 percent wrong, he’s a rookie who made an honest mistake when he was trying to fight for a podium. It’s unfortunate that it benefitted Norris but it happens, and in all likelihood it wouldn’t make that much of a difference for Abu Dhabi anyway considering how much faster the McLaren car is than the rest of the field. Kimi still did a great job of holding Norris off as long as he did, and it’s thanks to his defense that Norris didn’t end up on the podium.

We were always going to need either an insanely goated strategy or a generational fumble by McLaren to win the championship next week. That hasn’t changed just because Norris managed to get past Kimi, it just means that we have a bit less wiggle room in a race where we had virtually zero anyway.

I also don’t think we should blame Max likely not winning his fifth on Kimi crashing into him in Austria because Max has won titles even with DNFs before. In fact three of his four championships were won in years that he had at least one DNF (2023 being the only exception). At the end of the day titles aren’t decided by a single race alone, and there are a lot of factors that play into why he fell so far behind in terms of points before the summer break. If Max doesn’t win the championship next weekend, it won’t be because of anything Kimi did or didn’t do.

Helmut Marko should also never be interviewed again, at least not if the interview takes place after 3pm because some of the things he says are beyond diabolical. GP I hold less responsible because in all fairness, he was only passing information to Max based on what the data was telling him, and it was said in the heat of the moment anyway. But Helmut directly accusing Kimi *after* the race of intentionally letting Norris by is ridiculous.

That all being said, the way fans of certain teams and drivers are trying to turn this into a fanwar instead of actually addressing the abuse itself says a lot about the types of people they are. If your response to a teenager receiving hate and death threats is to essentially go “see my driver’s fans are better than yours!” then I fear you should seek help immediately because you have entirely lost the plot.

[sscrapedknees]

a little mid90s drabble

notes : based on that one deleted scene where they’re at a fast food place

warnings : censored use of the n word—dialogue was copied from the scene.

notes : not rlly any ships just a group setting iykwim. also please send requestsssss, i need some ideas on what 2 write!!

scenario : after a long day of skating, you guys stopped by a fast food restaraunt and ray and fuckshit are arguing over ratings.

mid90s

“ when I started skating away, her eyes just followed and dropped straight to my dick.” Fuckshit motioned with his hands, recalling what had happened at the skatepark earlier.

Fourthgrade was showing you some of the videos he shot of you when you were skating, so you had currently tuned out the rest of the group

Ray squeezed ketchup onto his singular fry, raising an eyebrow at his statement.

“ but, you know that that girl was looking at me for real?” He asked, eating his fry.

“ n**** no,” fuckshit said, slamming his hands on the table, “ you know I got those looks, son.”

You and Fourthgrade looked up at this, making eye contact with Ruben

he dragged a hand over his face, hiding his smile and the fact he was silently laughing

you grabbed a fry out of Ruben’s plate, trying to refrain from saying anything.

“ What looks?” Ray asked, genuinely confused.

“ I’m an eight!” Fuckshit exclaimed confidently.

“ An eight?” Ray asked in disbelief, turning to look at you and fourth grade.

You and him shared a laugh, both looking down at the checkered tiles to avoid fuckshit’s glare.

“ No way in hell you look better than me.” He snickered.

“ I will bless you with a six and a half.” Ray said.

“ A six?” Fuckshit asked in disbelief.

“ And a half!” Ray shrugged his shoulders.

“ So you think you look better than me.” Fuckshit stated , pointing a finger at him.

“ A hundred percent.” Ray said automatically, leaning his elbows back on the booth.

“ It’s not even a question.”

“ Tell me the number.” Fuckshit said, dropping his shoulders when Ray didn’t answer.

“ I can’t do it to you.” Ray said.

“ What’s your number?” Fuckshit repeated, a huge smile on his face.

“ Just say a number. It’s one word.” He said, holding up a finger on each hand.

“ I’m a humble nine.” Ray stated, voice dead serious as he moved forward in his seat.

“ A nine?” Fuckshit exclaimed, tapping the table with his hands, looking around in disbelief

“ What the fuck?” He said, covering his face with his hands.

This elicited laughter from you, Ruben, and fourthgrade, all three of you guys sharing laughs as Ray just stared at yall.

Then, before anyone could say anything else, the bell above the restaurant door rung, interrupting the completely useless conversation.

“ Sunburn!” Fuckshit called out, looking up at the door.

“ Thought yo ass was doing ten to fifteen.”

“ Yeah, he was fucking scared for his life, you had a field day with your little ass in prison.” Ray said.

Stevie smiled, laughing softly as he walked over to the register

“ Yo, imma be honest,” You started, a smile taking over your face, “ if fuckshit’s a six and a half, and Ray’s a humble nine, then I’m a zero ‘cause yall are straight up lying.” You stated, holding your hands up as if to say ‘I said what I said’.

Fourthgrade laughed from beside you, holding up his camcorder to record the following conversation.

“ Aight, then what would you rate us.” Fuckshit asked, placing his hands flat on the table.

“ I ain’t even gonna answer that, but just know that yalls ratings are so fucking off.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Ray rolled his eyes, picking up a fry and throwing it at you.

“ Yeah, yo ass is definitely not no humble nine.” You snickered, picking up the fry from your lap and chewing on it.