I always see people writing Kurt Wagner imagines and writing his accent into it but lemme tell you, I have a german friend who has more or less the same accent as Kurt and there’s something y’all are missing out. In german J can sound like Y. Y’all don’t understand he makes the cutest typos when texting. He once wrote jogurt instead of yogurt. It’s the purest thing. If this ain’t Kurt Wagner texting I don’t know what is.
@phoenixejean (I’m tagging you bc I thought this might be relevant)
I kinda like how the Murphy’s show that, hey, you can have a seemingly perfect family, parents still together, thriving child, financially stable, and still have a bad relationship with your family. Like, anyone looking at the Murphy’s would think Connor was insane and fucked up because the Murphy’s seemed so perfect, while he was a black sheep. But upon looking further you see, his family was kinda shitty to him too. Like, yes, Connor treated them like shit and was mentally ill and not a good person for them to be around, but it really shows that ‘privileged’ kids can hate their lives or have bad relationships with their parents without them having to physically abuse him, abandon him, etc.
<b>ppl:</b> cn is purposely trying to make su ratings low so it gets cancelled!!<p/><b>me:</b> idk theyre shitty at scheduling yes but that sounds kinda out there<p/><b>cn:</b> [changes the schedule to push back room for ruby w/o telling tv guides, fails to advertise new episodes and time change]<p/><b>me:</b> where's me tinfoil hat<p/></p>
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jonathan could hear the pops of the fireworks outside of his window. He’d forgotten, in the excitement of playing through a Fourth of July themed GTA session, to give his dog his anxiety medication in preparation for the loud celebration of the country’s birthday.
Buster was already whimpering, cowering up under Jonathan’s bed.
He crouched down, his hand placed palm up as he tried to coax his terrified pitbull out. “Come on, buddy. It’s okay.” He said gently. A whimper, then a thud as another explosive went off and the poor creature hit his head on the bottom of the bed.
“Fuck.” Jonathan said again. He was pissed at himself. His poor baby was scared because Jonathan had been too busy playing with his friends to attend to his needs.
It had been over one month since Luke had surprised you in
the kitchen that first morning. It had also been about four weeks since you had
shared your first kiss between the two of you.
Nathan, of course, had no idea of what was happening between
the two of you. You guys kept your distance around him, even though you would
share the occasional sly glance or brush of the hand. In private, intimate
embraces were held, quiet whispers, soft brushes of skin on skin, and of course
more kisses than you could count.
So the thing is, I’m naturally a pretty lucky person. Things
tend to work out okay for me (I’m still kicking), I see a lot of shooting
stars, often have fallen eyelashes on my cheek, that type of stuff.
But the thing is, I always try to use it for good. For every
wish I use to hope for something nice for myself, I make sure to wish for
something nice for someone else. I avoid specifics, going for things like self-belief
or motivation or for people to be kind to me that day, rather than material
wealth or anything physical. I don’t gamble much, and when I do, I try to push
out the vibe that I’m not seeking the benefits of my luckiness. Unsurprisingly,
I pretty much never win anything like that. But when push comes to shove, I usually
absolutely pull through. To keep the power you have to use it right, or you
What I’m getting at here is that I 100% get why Talesin consistently
rolls so shitty for Percy in the Battle Royales. If you’re trying to use your
eldritch powers to be mean to the people who love you they will not work. The
universe knows, and power like ours comes from and can only serve a desire for
the world to be cooler and better and more awesome.
(Travis’ and Sam’s power on the other hand comes from the
momentum of having a good time – the more outlandish and bold their choices are
and the more they seem to be enjoying themselves the better their rolls are –
see Scanlan as a Triceratops and basically everything that’s happened with Grog
and the Deck)
aka a follow forever wasn’t entirely viable considering I am multifandom trash and a fic/author rec would be pointless considering I just coded (and still am coding, urgh) 100+ fics into my fic recs page.
So life is good, and when life is good, I always like to spread the happiness around, so I made this: a weird, follow-forever-esque post just for the amazing and talented writers that I follow. Basically where I show my appreciation for them and will spill all of the feels and such I’ve been meaning to say ♥ (I know some of you guys post more than just writing, but, yeah).
important note: this is a sideblog. my main blog is @nierchi.
above idea courtesy of @utaopias (it was such a good idea I couldn’t resist); if i didn’t write you a message, it’s honestly just because i’m an awkward and shy slug, but I really adore you all!!
as a side note:
This whole post is organized in a haphazard chronological manner, so I would suggest using control + F if you want to find yourself quickly q__q; I tried to make it sort of easier and organized it into groups of 5.
As Art tips the umbrella forward to better shield the already sodden detective from the rain, he feels Nice’s right hand reaching forward and taking his free hand, twining cold wet fingers around considerably warmer dry ones.
It only takes a moment then, for Nice to peck the inspector on his lips.