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my controversial opinion is I don’t think Zuko was confused by “my first girlfriend turned into the moon”

he was there during siege of the North. he infiltrated the spirit oasis. he has an uncle who studies spirits and the spirit world. he watched the sky go dark then the moon suddenly reappear like everyone else in the entire world did. and most importantly he watched zhao get eaten by a giant godzilla fish spirit.

his entire life since he saw that beam of blue-white light in the south pole has been ‘this day has already been so goddamn weird’

The only really new information was that that was Sokka’s girlfriend

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Also, Iroh was there? He literally watched Sokka make out with the moon spirit. And you want to tell me that a romantic sap like him would not have immediately told Zuko about this romantic tragedy? Please, Zuko has known about this for ages, he just knows that this is not an acceptable situation in which to say “yeah, I know.”

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poopoopeepeetour:

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i had to go in a gas station in the middle of nowhere to pee and this is their monster energy display

now realizing my username makes it seem like this is like . what i do as a hobby. use the bathroom in random gas stations all over the place

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starlit-epiphany:

BEETLEJUICE HEADCANON: Beetlejuice Falling For A Human Who’s Feisty & Not Scared Of Him Would Include…

Request: “For the beetlejuice ask how about movie beetlejuice meeting a living that doesn’t get scared or grossed out of him and actually bites back? With time they start to be from playful enemies to friends to lovers. Thanks in advance!” (Anonymous)

(A/N: Okay, my first work for our Ghost With the Most, let’s see how this goes! Thanks for the request, Anon, and I hope you enjoy this!)

Originally posted by horrorandhalloween

• Yeah… let’s just say Beetlejuice is not used to meeting anyone, living or dead, who isn’t scared of him.
• You were the new librarian at Lydia’s school, and had agreed to tutor her in English. Given that information, when you showed up at the Maitland-Deetz residence for your first session with Lydia, he figured a bookish nerd like you would be easy to scare. Spoiler alert: you were not.
• When you excused yourself to the guest bathroom in the middle of your visit, he quickly teleported behind the mirror and waited. Then, when you went to wash your hands, Beetlejuice popped straight out of the mirror and let out his most horrible scream, even transforming his face into a disfigured hunk of bloody meat for added effect.
• He‘d counted on you fainting from the shock of the fright, maybe even having a heart attack if the scream had been really blood-curdling. But other than a slight widening of the eyes when you saw his face, you didn’t react to him at all.
• In fact, you rolled your eyes. You seemed annoyed by one of the most terrifying faces he knew how to make.
• “Um, okay, what was the point of that? Also, were you just waiting in that mirror while I used the bathroom? Perv.”
• The Ghost With the Most didn’t really know how to react to that, but he could feel anger and his own annoyance firing up inside him. So, you didn’t think he was scary, did you? Well, he could change that.
• Of course, his brain wasn’t supplying him with any good ideas on how to do that at the moment. So he settled for letting out another loud scream that left cracks all through the bathroom mirror and teleporting away.
• He later found out from Lydia that the young goth had told you all about the ghosts sharing her house beforehand, so you wouldn’t get scared if you wound up seeing him or the Maitlands. Needless to say, old BJ was not happy about that. He felt like Lydia had robbed him of the chance to give a good scare.
• “Well, what the hell’d ya do that for, kid? I coulda given that breather a good heart attack if ya hadn’t been such a tattletale!”
• “Well, excuse me if I didn’t want [Y/N] to be totally unprepared for me having two ghosts and a demon living in my house. Seriously, Beetlejuice, I talked to them after you tried to scare them, and they told me they don’t ever really get scared. Just give it up.”
• Yeah, you should never tell Beetlejuice to give anything up, because he is stubborn as all hell and doesn’t know how to let anything go. As such, that conversation with Lydia made him swear to himself that he was going to scare you, no matter what or how long it took.
• Such began the demon’s personal war against you. He started to follow you wherever you went, trying to scare you whenever he could catch you alone. He jumped out from behind things, filled the air around you with bone-chilling rattles and screams, even once showed you a vision of your own rotted corpse in a mirror, but nothing worked. You never did anything but roll your eyes and scoff, and you even took to snapping back at him, asking why he even tried anymore when he clearly wasn’t getting anywhere.
• It went on like this for a while, to the point where Lydia was sick and tired of her demon friend’s obsession with scaring you, and the entire Maitland-Deetz household was certain this was going to go on until Beetlejuice scared you or you sent him back to the Netherworld yourself. But then, shockingly, something changed.
• Having been making his attempts daily for the past few months, Beetlejuice decided to take a break for one day before coming back to try again. He figured that laying off for one day would lull you into a false sense of security for when he struck again.
• But what he got definitely wasn’t what he was expecting. You didn’t scream or faint or show any sign of fear when you saw him, but you didn’t roll your eyes or make your usual snarky comment either. In fact, you smiled at him.
• “Oh, there you are. I was kind of worried when you didn’t show up yesterday. Did something happen?”
• And for just a moment, you achieve the impossible - you make Beetlejuice speechless. There is a solid minute where he just doesn’t know what to say. You were worried about him? Did you actually look forward to seeing him? How could you possibly look forward to him trying to scare you?
• Apparently, he must have said some of that out loud, because the next thing he knows you’re scoffing and grinning even wider at him.
• “Of course I look forward to seeing you, idiot. I figured you always trying to scare me was your way of saying you wanted to be friends.”
• And that, of course, gave birth to a whole new thought spiral. Did he want to be friends with you? Actually, he probably did. Sure, he’d been super annoyed at first that he couldn’t scare you, but he realized he’d actually come to sort of - like that about you. He liked that you didn‘t really give a shit about him being a demon, and that, like Lydia, you weren’t going to let him get away with being a chaotic asshole. You weren’t afraid to put him in his place, and, as much as he acted like he hated being told what to do, he secretly loved people who were brave enough to do it.
• “Uh, yeah, dollface, sure. Let’s be friends.”
• Thus begins a chaotic friendship for the ages, because you and Beetlejuice actually teaming up to cause trouble? That’s something people didn’t even know to be scared of until it happened. The two of you played horrific jokes on every member of the Maitland-Deetz household, even Lydia, who knew enough of Beetlejuice’s tricks to do nothing more than roll her eyes. The pranks were amazing and scary from the beginning, but when you began to give ol’ BJ permission to possess you? Oh, that was when the fun really started.
• And somewhere in all that fun, the Ghost With the Most himself began to develop feelings for you.
• The realization came as a complete shock. It was like one moment, the two of you were sitting around on your roof, laughing about your latest prank, and then, out of the blue, he was struck by how much he liked your laugh. How sweet your laugh was, and how he wanted to listen to you laugh like that all the time.
• Holy shit, he thought, I’m soft for this breather. Fuck.
• Needless to say, he was completely unsure how to deal with these feelings. They weren’t something he’d felt for anyone before, ever. And it wasn’t like he could talk to you about them, since the feelings were concerning you. So he turned to the only other person who was willing to put up with him for a whole conversation - Lydia.
• Of course, the goth girl was thrilled. She’d been secretly waiting for you and Beetlejuice to get together, and now, finally, she was in a position to help make it happen.
• She helped her demon friend make a plan to confess to you, and once it was ready, she called you to the house one night, claiming that she had a big English test tomorrow and needed your help with cramming.
• You believed her, but when you got to the house, Lydia didn’t seem all that worried about studying. Instead, she casually told you that Beetlejuice wanted to talk to you on the roof before anything, and went to the living room to watch TV with her dad and Delia.
• Extremely confused, you made your way to the roof - and promptly got even more confused at the sight before you.
• Beetlejuice was standing there awkwardly, in a nicer suit than the one he usually wore (and by nicer, you really meant with less stains), clutching a withered rose in his hand. As you walked up to him, he thrust the flower out to you wordlessly, and you took it, utterly lost.
• “Uh, Beej? What’s all this?”
• Before he answered, Beetlejuice scratched the back of his neck, more nervous than you’d ever seen him. But finally, he managed to get the words out.
• “Well, dollface, I, uh - I like ya. You know, like, I wanna kiss you and hold your hand and do all that lovey-dovey junk. I think you’re pretty cool, for a breather. Whaddaya say?”
• There was a moment where you just stood there, not speaking or moving, and for a second, Beetlejuice was scared he’d screwed up utterly and you’d never want to talk to him again. But then your face broke out into a wide, excited smile, and you jumped forward, throwing your arms around him.
• “Of course I want to be with you, you idiot. How could I not?”
• Beetlejuice wasn’t able to answer - he wasn’t able to do anything but smile and wonder how he was lucky enough to have met someone like you. This would be the start of a beautiful relationship - no matter how exactly it had started.

macherkissed:

Those Sweet Lips-Poly!Ghostface x Female Reader

18+

Summary: Billy and Stu know how to share. Mostly.

Word Count: 3,522

Notes/Warnings: Female Reader, Polyamory, Threesome, some M/M action, Oral Sex (F+M Receiving), Some dirty talk, possessiveness, teasing, Orgasm Denial, Safe Sex (Wrap it and tap it bbz), Facial

Since, canonically, Stu was 17 and Billy was just 18, I’ll be setting most if not all fics with them in an AU where their plan worked as they wanted and they’re now in college/adult life unless otherwise specified.

Originally posted by screamtrilogy

Requested by Anon

After a slow chase across the living room, taking a step or two back every time Billy stepped forwards, you had nowhere else to go. Eventually, your back thudded against something so you had no option but to stop in your tracks. You didn’t take your eyes off Billy. In a second, he had you totally cornered as he took the final two steps, leaning so close that the curls of his fringe brushed against your forehead. Billy’s eyes fell to your parted lips and he smirked like a hungry wolf, a darkness behind his eyes that made your breath suddenly catch in your throat. You were at his mercy,

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A sad Beetlejuice pulling a pair of your panties out of his jacket to wipe away his tears

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expect the unexpected-

beetlejuice x reader

in which you confess to beej your love, and the arousal he expected to feel flips to a new emotion he’d never felt before, and all he wants to do is hold you. sweet sweet fluff with the tiniest mention of nsfw.

you chewed on your lip as you sat on the couch and waited for beetlejuice to come back home. it was time he knew, for both your sakes. you were quite sure he felt as passionately about you as you did him, but the anxiety still remained in your stomach like a rock. what if you were wrong??what if he doesn’t like you and it ruins things, and you lose him?? what if he acts all flirtatious like that with everyone, and you’re not truly special to him??

but the rock in your stomach shrunk every time you thought of the positive what ifs. what if he does like you?? maybe he’d be elated, maybe he’d be speechless. maybe he’d kiss you like you were gonna run away, maybe he’d fuck you into the carpet right then and there. you sat on the couch, playing with the huge green jewel on a silver chain that he bought (stole) you as you lost yourself in blissful thought, and felt the rock in your stomach change from one of anxiety to one of arousal. a tiny smile crept onto your face, and the eyes that you hadn’t noticed were blown wide all this time softened. you were high off the thought of him: you couldn’t wait for him to know any longer.

you were unpleasantly pulled from your thoughts and your facial expression morphed to one of panic as beej came up next to you and went:

“boo!” you gasped in utter panic and scooted away. he laughed hysterically, way more than was warranted for such a dumb joke, and fell over seated on the couch. he knew, however, the laughter would end soon when you inevitably scolded him. he savored the laugh and waited for the punishment.

but it didn’t come. you didn’t say ‘fuck you, beej’ or even a ‘not cool!’. no endearing punch in the shoulder. concerned, he turned to face you. your knees were brought to your chest and you stared at him terrified—the way his victims would stare at him. he hated it, and his eyes widened.

“babes?” he scooted closer to you, but stopped and moved back when you flinched. “babes, what’s wrong?? talk to me, y/n.” he was so stressed and worried that he almost sounded defensive. petrified in fear of rejection, you forced out words.

“beej, i—” he nodded encouragingly. “i have something to tell you.” he could feel your heart beating from your chest, and the excitement built inside him as he asked himself: ‘is this it? is this finally it?’

“i… i wanted to tell you for a while. but it’s just that… i never saw you agreeing with me and so i sort of never saw the point and—” your words slowly faded as he watched you. your cheeks were flushed and your pupils dilated. beej buzzed with excitement and arousal, and his hair betrayed him as it swirled to magenta. your words were soon mumbled from gibberish to completely silent—all he could think was:

‘i’m going to fuck you senseless tonight and—oh, fuck.’

you pulled him by his suspenders back to reality and onto your lips. you kissed him like you may never have the chance to again, and his demeanor and body softened closer into your embrace. it was involuntary, and any desire you both may have had for him to make a voluntary movement was simply not plausible. he couldn’t believe what was happening, who was resting on his lips. even more, he was alarmed at this totally new feeling. all mere arousal was gone, it wasn’t quite adoration. was only on the verge of obsession. the feeling he couldn’t assign a name other than: “that feeling where you get swept up by someone or something and would rather die (again) than be let go. that feeling where you just want to hold and kiss someone til the end of days. a feeling i want to hang onto forever.” his hair faded from magenta to a bright, buzzing pink.

if your hair had shown your mood, too, it would be a rainbow. aroused magenta, anxious yellow, heart warmed pink, purple fear of rejection. but more than anything, your head would grow over with pink the longer you stayed on his lips, losing yourself. his lips were surprisingly smooth and moist, his beard was scruffy and uneven and it tickled your skin delightfully. he tasted of unkept, dirt covered grass, overgrown moss, and what you think may’ve been a bit of blood. his lips were cold and at the moment, stiff and unmoving (for once in his life). it would’ve been an extremely unpleasant experience, for anyone that wasn’t you. you were over the moon at the taste of lips, the taste of bloodied-dirt, and the paralyzing chill of his lips. you couldn’t get enough. your core soaked itself and awakened with arousal, your heart stopping in its place. your stomach erupted with butterflies.

to both of your dismays, you pulled away slowly for air, but kept your faces still inches apart. as you panted for breath, it grazed his skin and tickled his beard. you still had hold of his suspenders and were looking right into his blown eyes. his expression, surprised, breathless, and silent, made his thoughts clear—he didn’t like it. you averted your gaze and scooted back. that’s when instinct kicked in, and he hurriedly chased after you, hands and knees on the couch cushion as he pulled you into another kiss. your smile broke the kiss within seconds, despite how much you tried to repress it. you kept your eyes closed, and time stopped for beej as he looked at you, smiling with utter joy, just inches from his face, all because of the kiss he left on your lips. you opened your eyes as your smile faded to a tiny grin and pushed him back into a seated position on the couch, crawling towards him and swinging your legs over his as you rested your hand on his shoulder and hid your face in his chest. he looked at you speechless, and only stroked your hair with the large arm he had wrapped around you, savoring the feel of your breaths on his chest. this was bliss.

“y’know, babes…” you looked up to him and he melted. “i fully expected to fuck you senseless the day you confessed to me but…” you brightened at his blunt words and barely rubbed your legs to try and omit the arousal. he didn’t miss this, of course. “all i wanna do right now is hold you.” his voice was still gravely, but for once, quiet.

“bold of you to assume i’d confess to anything.” he chuckled and planted a kiss on your forehead, his heart erupting with euphoria that he was finally able to do that. “i’m tired beej. confessing your love usually does that to you…” he hid it, but in his mind…

love…? from her? to me?? !!!

he couldn’t tell if in your tired daze you meant to say that, but he didn’t want to think about that now. for once, he wanted to be optimistic, and feel. feel the mere idea of you loving him.

with a smile, he teleported the both of you to your room and held you to a deep slumber under the covers, warm body pressed to his wonderfully cold side.

even in your sleep, your smiles never faded.

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a/n: AYO BUT Y’ALL FEELING A NSFW NEXT MORNING PART TWO DOE???? 😳

also idk where the mood ring hair idea came from but it’s fucking genius so credit to whoever came up with that.

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I had this idea yesterday and finished it last night.

I took longer on this than I should’ve for a meme lmao, but I love Lilo’s face so much.

(do not tag as ship art, dni b**tleb*bes)

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