hello danonation, tonights a fine night to talk about parasocial relationships, internet etiquette, and just common fucking decency???
do: take inspiration from dano and kazan, watch their movies, take screenshots, write fanfiction about their CHARACTERS, maladaptive daydream about them literally fucking whatever okay go wild within reason.
dont: dont stalk them. dont leak their private, intimate photos online. dont repost said intimate photos. think fucking critically when you see a picture that seems off or a little too private. dont publicly post deranged shit about dano on social media where theres a chance he or his relatives (his DAUGHTER someday?!) could see it. dont do this shit to ANY person, celebrity or otherwise! how would you feel? this is common sense people i cant believe i have to tell you this…
i cannot expect people to censor themselves in private conversations, in diaries, in sketchbooks, on writing software, but i urge you all to keep these things PRIVATE. have some fucking decorum if you must do any weird shit. celebrities are human beings just like us. if you wouldnt say it to their face, or to your neighbour, then you should keep your mouth shut period.
Steve : Rob, did you maybe .. I don’t know, Feel straight in the upside down ?
Robin : What.
Steve : You know, because everything is flipped ?
Robin : It doesn’t work like that Steve.
Steve : I don’t know, the way Eddie was staring at me.. I felt pretty gay.
How about shy reader trying to ask out Eddie who is immediately smitten? shy fri is the best idea, I swear <3
tysm for requesting! ♡ shy!fem!reader | 0.5k words
Eddie's finding it harder and harder not to notice you when you're always sending him those shy smiles. You'll make eye contact for the tiniest fraction of a second and then look to the ground, and all he can think is – what is wrong with this girl?
Not because you're shy. That's obvious and he couldn't care less. In fact, he likes it. Finds it endearing.
'What is wrong with her?' as in, what are you doing? As in, there must be something wrong with you to keep smiling at him all the time. Said with a growing endearment.
And now, standing in front of him with an envelope in your hands, you can't even look at him. He's trying to be patient as you shift from foot to foot, fingers pinching the envelope so hard you've scrunched the top.
"It's okay," he murmurs, like he's talking to a spooked little kid. He doesn't know what else to do and you look like you need the reassurance.
"I'm Y/N," you say finally.
"I know. I'm Eddie, though I'm willing to bet that you knew that."
You don't laugh. He bites back a frown.
"I've seen you around, and- and I think-" You chance a glance at his face.
He catches your eye and employs the most gentle smile he can, wanting to put you at ease. He'd try and make another joke but he's not sure it worked very well the first time.
"I think you're…"
His heart starts to tick. You look so pretty this close, even nervous as you are.
Whatever it was you'd been trying to say, you give up. You hold the envelope out to him and smile. Or try to smile.
He plucks it neatly from your hand. "You wanna buy?"
Your smile fades and your lips part slowly, shaking your head in bewilderment. "I- No."
He raises his eyebrows and leans his head back to peek inside the envelope, pulling it apart like there might be something suspicious inside. He pulls two pieces of rectangular cardstock out about a half width of his hand and recognises them for what they are instantly.
Tickets for a rock gig up in Indianapolis.
"I don't do trades," he says, though at this point he's teasing. He's not stupid enough to misunderstand what this is, especially when you're trembling the way that you are, hands clasped tightly at your sternum.
Plus, he thinks he wants to hear you say it.
"Would you wanna go? With me?" you ask.
"Like a date?" he asks, grinning.
You smile weakly in return. "Exactly. Like a date."
He tucks the tickets back inside your envelope and pushes them into the pocket of his jacket. "It's been a long time since the van made it out that far, but I'm pretty sure she can do it."
He's also pretty sure he's grinning like an idiot. His cheeks ache with it.
You light up like a Christmas tree in the middle of June. He's in real fucking deep at this point and he couldn't care less.
Y/n: *holding their favorite paul dano's characters* i only had him for a day and a half, but if anything that happens to him i will kill everyone in this room and then myself.
dumb little cute little kissable cheeks and face WHAT
do you think you could do some Dabi smau where he has a kid with reader and all the fluffy things?
I’m in pain after the last one </3
if you’re not comfortable do not feel pressured to do it! <33333
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parenthood was not in the plan, but now there's a glitter drawing of you and touya on the fridge.
The day Todo asked Yuta that question (read left ➡️ right)
*reading a fic for x reader with no warning of physical descriptions*
“slim figure” “turned red” “[insert some texture/color/length] hair” “pale as snow”
y’all it’s not x reader if you have descriptors that exclude people, especially when it’s cutting marginalized groups from enjoying it.
if it’s an oc with no name say that.
[JDVN] Random Headcanons
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so i'm back and i swear i'm working on all the stuff in my inbox, but i also discovered the john doe visual novel recently and like i love him so much??? i must write for him also cause there seems to be so little written for him
warnings: doe being weird but loveable as usual, scalp gnawing???
okay so obviously this little eldritch creature thing is clingy as fuck all the time, absolutely takes being your partner as a sign that he must be at your side 25 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. i think this is expected to anyone wanting to be with doe. however, allow me to take it a step further:
mad seperation anxiety, will stand whining and clawing at the door while you piss so that he can grab onto you the second he hears the lock open
i fully think doe's music taste will give a person whiplash, he has like pitbull, weezer, crazy frog, and rammstein all in the same playlist
he rarely makes any sort of meals but when he does, they are weird. it'll either be the most vile, vomit-inducing, stomach clenching, nose covering pulsating mass of unknown substances amalgamated together like some unholy sacrifice to a god that shouldn't exist, but it'll taste absolutely heavenly. or it'll be the most beautiful, delicious looking meal that would have gordon ramsay himself falling flat on his knees and hailing it, and it'll taste like literal fucking sewer excretions. how he does it?? nobody knows
will do anything to make you happy. when i say anything i mean anything. ANYTHING.
keep this guy well away from memes, tiktok, any sort of internet humor. if he learns, you will never know peace again
on top of being afraid of water, i also think doe is afraid of vacuum cleaners, spray bottles, and occasionally when you sneeze, just like a cat. when he does, his hair stands on end and he leaps away from the offending object/noise, hissing loudly. if you scare him particularly suddenly, he'll make a very instinctive scramble to the top of the fridge (likely knocking many things over in the process, he's 5ft8 after all) and it may take a small while for him to come back down
particularly loves receiving forehead and nose kisses. they make him feel very comforted and cared for by you, in a way nobody else ever made him feel
if you ever want to pavlov him into a specific behaviour (eg, cleaning up after himself when he's at your apartment), it is very much possible and he will be particularly responsive to sour gummy worms as a treat
speaking of your apartment, he takes it as an absolute milestone in your relationship if you allow him to have some of his stuff stay in your apartment permanently, eg some clothes, his favourite blanket, his 'special occasion cutlery' (its a set of hello kitty plastic childrens cutlery, the print has halfway faded and the white parts have yellowed but you've never seen anyone look so vulnerable when they offered a plastic knife and fork to you, so now it stays in your cutlery drawer and doe grins and giggles happily everytime he sees it in there)
you may catch him trying to chew on your hair sometimes, while its still attached to you. unless you don't have hair, in which case he will simply gnaw on your scalp out of the blue. its a love language
okay that's all for now, hope you enjoyed, and if you guys wanna see some nsfw headcanons of doe i can absolutely arrange that <3
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