#[ it's been brought to my attention that my rules are hard to find so posting them here! ]

[fountainpenguin]

Went down a very specific research pipeline last night, and now you get to share it with me:

Does Dev have hypoglycemia?

Low levels of blood sugar that - when they drop - can lead to irritability, confusion, headaches, exhaustion, shaking, rapid heartbeat, blurry vision, passing out, seizures, or even death. Blood sugar can drop about 2 to 4 hours after eating; snacks and additional small meals are very needed; sugary foods like hard or gummy candies can give a quick boost, as can juice or soda. I'm continuing my research after this post, so please forgive/inform me if I've mixed up details between different types of hypoglycemia- or just got something totally wrong.

FOP: A New Wish is set in modern times (i.e. not the far future). He's allowed to have drones in the classroom with him- They're acknowledged as his assistants and the teachers know about them.

Potentially, they may function under similar rules to service dogs- another sentient creature that would be allowed in class (ignoring that Dev is sometimes away from them, or that they went into the halls on their own in "28 Puddings Later").

We know Dev is self-reliant enough to get by without his au pairs. They help him, but they're not something he needs 24/7.

Insert joke about the au pairs needing off-duty time like service dogs and sometimes they just go play. Union rules...

We know they have the capability to "alert on Dev" like service dogs... or at least, this one looked at Dev and beeped when scanning a paper, and even projected an exclamation point to catch his eye:

The visual-verbal cue combo is definitely an intentional feature (And it's not like it greeted him by name- it just beeped and he knew what it was conveying).

We know that at the end of "Lost and Founder's Day," this au pair - despite being a machine - recognized Dev was sad (or at least low energy) and patted him on the head.

Au Pair: I would hug you, but I do not have human arms or warmth.

Earlier in this episode, we see the au pairs respond to people based on data they were being fed through sensors people were wearing on their wrists. Dev might have one here, though we know he was upset to find out his dad was using them to zap people and he's sad about his dad not loving him, so it's likely he's not wearing it.

This implies the au pairs don't have enough data about most people, but they DO have internal data about Dev. If not internal, they can read him well. We do know they're good at reading cues- They get embarrassed during the festival when they find out problems have been corrected before they got there and we didn't see the Dimmlets shock anyone to prompt the au pairs to acknowledge the situation changed. What does it say about the au pairs if they're implied to be Dale's creation and they see sad Dev and think "I should hug him."

The Off Puddin' brand of pudding is so desirable that the whole class became addicted; they had withdrawals when Hazel changed her "unlimited pudding" wish to be "pudding after we take our class picture" wish- Just like everyone else, Dev was one of the affected individuals and ate all the pudding he could get his hands on.

If the pudding is that delicious, it's interesting Dev kept some (even if this is a new batch from a different pudding day) and snacked on it in Fairy World... and didn't give into impulses to eat it some random day beforehand:

I guess we can't prove it's the same brand, but it's presumably the same model from "28 Puddings Later." I think it's the only item we know he brought to Fairy World beyond clothes and one au pair that he stands on. He doesn't even use his tablet in this episode (which he's normally glued to outside of school).

We can confirm Peri didn't poof this up for him (or at least, it's very unlikely since that would've been weeks ago). Dev eats this pudding after Irep ditches him to hang out with his dad- Extremely doubtful Dev got Irep's attention for his snack. Or Dale's, for that matter (if his dad brought some).

Canonically, the principal gives Dev lots of pudding because his dad made a "generous donation" to the school. It's possible he does this often since we know Dev hoards pudding every pudding day...

... which is interesting, because in "Stanky Danky," the news describes Dale as "billionaire non-philanthropist." Investing in his child's future for the sake of good education doesn't seem to be his M.O.... although he does send Dev to a private school, so maybe.

We know Dale hates losing money, and we know he's not the best dad to Dev... but we also know Dev has an official allergy card that names him in 3rd person-

- which could imply he got this card when he was young. That's not guaranteed, but I looked at some IRL cards and some use first-person, so it's food for thought.

Possibly, his dad even took him to the doctor for official diagnosis. Lactose intolerance can be hereditary, so if Dale has it, he may have identified it immediately after Dev's first reaction. For all Dale’s faults, Dev IS still alive and not starving to death - and still lives with his dad - so it's not improbable Dale's aware of his son's food needs. On a darker note... given Dale's abusive childhood, I feel like lack of food is something he has trauma around. Also, if Dale is lactose intolerant, I'd be curious to know how Dev found out he was, as I'd assume Dale wouldn't keep dairy in the house if he can't eat it. The two logical options here are "Dale took him for an allergy test" or "Dev ate dairy outside the house and got sick, so he told his dad / the au pairs." Maybe he found out in preschool?

Dev's au pair bringing him a snack! Their boy needs to eat!

Anyway, this was all leading up to these screenshots of Dev having no fun on the walk to Signal Hill that I found funny:

No energy... need sugar... Exercise did a number on him... Hazel takes a breather by crouching for a second, but Dev just slams his face in the grass and I think that's great.

Despite Dev not liking to walk, he and Hazel stopped their treasure hunt before the final clue and walked back to the Dimmadome place for food, so that's neat to think about (especially in the context of him snacking before he left the house... How long were they out? Did he even finish his snack?)

Dev's au pair was preemptively wearing a chef's hat when he and Hazel came back to the house, so I wonder if that's his routine lunch time on weekends. The au pairs are good caretakers who know their boy's schedule and needs...

Immediately after this scene, Dale asks what Dev and Hazel are up to "this fine afternoon," so it's probably after 1 pm. Noon at the earliest, but surely not an early lunch at 11 AM. Interesting consideration for the timing of Dev's snack... It makes sense if he was out with Hazel for 2 to 4 hours before he had to go home and eat, even though they were on the final riddle.

Come to think of it, one of the things we know about Dev's house is that there's a cereal bar and Peri brings him cereal... and the woozy Peri hallucinating about bringing Dev "his favorite cereal" (during the finale) seems to get to him one way or another.

Consider... Cosmo and Wanda poofed up hard candy when Peri came over because Dev needed sugar I DID wonder what they were up to considering sugar gets Fairies inebriated...

tl;dr - I like to think the reason on paper that Dev gets his au pairs in school is for medical reasons. They track his blood sugar and keep him from, y'know... going into a seizure or passing out. I can't imagine Dale would like that happening to his son at home either (if for no other reason than because it would be a huge distraction he has to deal with).

If this is something Dev's been dealing with since he was little, that plays into the au pairs accompanying him through his early years... We know he's both lactose intolerant and extremely picky, not liking any of the cupcakes Peri poofed up despite this many attempts:

- which I cannot imagine Dale had the patience to deal with long if he was Dev's primary caretaker in his earliest years.

I was gonna make a joke about Dale hiring someone to watch Dev - and let's be real; he probably did - but also... do you think this cocky guy would spend money when "It's a baby; how hard can it be? I also eat daily- This is just efficient use of my time!"

POV: Tired single dad who's not yet finalized his au pair design walks into grocery store with baby, buys cupcakes, leaves. Confuses every parent in the parking lot when he has a fussy Dev sitting on the back of the car and he's spoonfeeding him icing. They did not go home. Next stop will be the park, where Dale falls asleep on a bench while Dev eats bugs. Some parent sees Dev eating a chocolate bar and strikes up a conversation with Dale about what a big moment it was when they treated their child to chocolate and Dale's just like "I've been feeding him that his entire life." Dale pouring a soda in his toddler's sippy cup: Don't judge me.

At a certain point, when you're a billionaire single dad running multiple businesses and you're good at robotics, there comes a time when "It would make things easier if my young child (who's a very picky eater and can't have dairy) had a drone to follow him around, alert him when his blood sugar is about to drop, or assist if he passes out" makes a lot of sense. Especially if you have major trust issues from abuse and prefer relying on your own inventions.

It was a very relieving day for Dale when he finally had a reliable au pair to leave his son with, I'm sure. Didn't accidentally kill his son!! #Not as big a jerk as you could've been!

During my original liveblog for "Battle of the Dimmsonian," I was confused about Dev going from "I need to talk to Hazel" to trying to spook her and her friends by summoning ghosts. I'm definitely not excusing his bitter attitude in general as a hypoglycemia thing, but this is an episode that would make this headcanon funny:

Peri, internally: Listen here, you little brat- I've read your file. Now eat your freakin' cupcake. Icing is good for you. Dev: These are terrible >:( I'll go without. Peri: WHY? Dev later that day: If I tell Peri I need sugar, he'll be SUCH a pain about it. I opt to suffer...

Anyway, I think it's interesting and I'm going the "au pairs help Dev with a lot of things, but one of them is hypoglycemia" direction in my City Lights AU :)

If anyone's curious, I'm doing growth hormone deficiency that also lands him with a weak immune system- another thing the au pairs help him with. My full character profile for Dev will go into extra details about his life... Fun times.

Dale, planting his whiny and sick child on the floor by his desk and handing him a tablet, juice, and a bunch of hard candy: Big Boss has a work meeting. Don't go outside or you'll die. At this point, you're sunk costs and if I lose you, I'm gonna make it everyone's problem.

Bonus Theory:

Are Doug and Dale also lactose intolerant, and did Dale kill his dad's cows?

In Season 5 - "Mooooving Day" - Doug runs a business called Dimmadome Farms, which produces extreme amounts of milk from genetically modified cows. He uses this to keep the population of Dimmadome Acres totally happy and obedient.

Doug seems convinced the milk makes people happy and that it's a good thing, but he doesn't personally drink it. It's kind of funny to think he went the route of milk because his family is full of lactose intolerant individuals who won't accidentally drink it.

Genetics - Lactose intolerance is inherited in the autosomal recessive pattern- This means either both of Dev's parents are lactose intolerant, or they personally aren't but carry the gene.

Additionally, Dev will only pass lactose intolerance to his kids if his partner also has the gene- either intolerant or a carrier.

There's a chance Dev developed it without genetics, but it looks like there's a lot more variety there than I can cover in a single post. From what I've read, it's "uncommon in babies and young children." He's 9 when "Peace of Pizza" takes place, which might strengthen the argument that it's genetic in his family.

One of the businesses Dale lists as under his possession in "Lost and Founder's Day" is Dimm-'N-Out Burgers. Presumably this is a parallel of In-'N-Out Burger, which use beef patties. Notably, this is a business made up for A New Wish- It's never been portrayed as under Doug's ownership.

If Dimmadome Farms already existed in Dale's youth, it makes sense Dale would use the cows from there- You have to do something with the ones who aren't producing milk, so why not make money?

Technically, Dimmadome Acres was wiped out by magic, but it's possible Dimmadome Farms itself was outside premises of the suburban neighborhood, so maybe there were other cows.

We know by A New Wish, Dale has established himself as a tech mogul, but he probably wasn't one straight after being rescued from 7 years of abuse, which is heavily implied to have started when he was 9 (give or take). Consider:

Doug: I'm making drinks from a labor force of enslaved individuals I've trapped underground :) His son, who recently escaped a life of being forced to make drinks for 7 years underground: This is incredibly insensitive, actually.

Hey, there's something SUPER sus about Dale's underground lemonade stand abuse starting at age 9 when his dad's milk factory is also underground in a big trapdoor and relies on trapped people for labor... Do you think Vicky found the cows when she was a kid and lured Dale down there, but he was lactose intolerant and couldn't drink mind control milk, so she moved him somewhere else... I'm connecting the dots...

It's worrisome that Doug's instinctual response to Timmy saying he didn't want to drink milk was "What a baby," and then he jumps and corrects himself to "Aw, shucks"... What conspiracy am I uncovering... Doug, let me in- I just wanna talk about the home your son grew up in.

I mean, the alt theory is that Doug built his underground dairy farm and trapped people to work in it BECAUSE Dale told him where he'd been for the last 7 years and he went "Oh, that's brilliant!" and that's also terrible??

Anyway, Doug's thing is that he's constantly jumping from one business to the next, never staying consistent (beyond the beloved Dimmadome stadium).

Knowing how he's always go-go-go, it's very probable he'd get his son involved in business young. Maybe Dale started with a burger joint until the robotics work paid off! A spiteful direction for Dimmadome Farms indeed...

Me, having a sudden realization and looking up from my notes theorizing both Dev and Dale have OCD and ADHD, then glancing at my second monitor where I have references from "Moooving Day" of Doug's meticulously arranged town of pink houses and people wearing matching outfits:

... Ah.

[fertilize-my-eggs]

King of decay

New game ch.1

Ch.2 ch.3 ch.4 A03

A/N: since everyone pick king shigaraki in the poll, I couldn't resist making this story asap. I was into this idea for the longest. If you guys enjoy this story please let me know. So this is a dark romantic fantasy theme au where it doesn't follow the mha plot but I'll add characters into this story, I'll post this every Friday if this get popular. ( Not this Friday but the next one. ) anyway I hope y'all enjoy this one. MINOR N ANTIS DNI, IT'S 18+ AND YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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Shigaraki's pov

It's the beginning of my life, I lost my family by accidentally killing them with my bare hands. I met a strange man before the incident, I didn't know much until I was cursed with it, I couldn't touch anything and anyone with these hands.

Blood covered my hands as I sob uncontrollably, I ran away from my village to live in the forest alone.

The days went on as my clothes got dirty and I felt cold, I lay on an old tree as a resting spot.

No one in my village helped me, I was truly alone, I curled into a ball and couldn't stop crying.

Until I hear him, the strange man that brought me home as I look up with tears.

“ Are you lost? ” he had a sincere smile as he put a hand on my head and pull me close.

“ don't worry, I'll take care of you young one.”

“ What's your name? ” he looked into my eyes as I stare in silence.

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“ tenko shimura..” he has a comfort aura as he smiles softly.

“ tenko… you will be reborn, you don't need your old life from that village. ” I tilt my head in confusion as he pet my hair softly.

“ you will be known as tomura shigaraki as the new~.. come on little one.” and I don't remember much about my childhood but I had everything a kid asked for, a massive bedroom, a feast, so many maids to help me out.

As I grew older into my early adulthood, my old man king Shigaraki made me become a king.

He wished for two things for me, a new heir and to rule the world with a fist.

A new heir?uh I'm not sure about it since I'm cursed with decay. I can't do anything like that but fear of not finding a wife and starting a family is running out of time.

I sit on my throne lazily as my mentor Kurogiri, he was around when Afo brought me into his kingdom when I was a child.

He cleared his throat as he had a princess in line and in hand in marriage as I sighed softly.

None of them catch my attention, they're a bit too rude and entitled little brats that pisses me off.

“ Switch one would you like your highness? ” I roll my eyes as I tilt my head at him then at the women.

“ ehh.. they're not interesting to me. ” Kurogiri bowed his head as he apologized.” I deeply apologize your highness, we'll find more princesses!! ” he politely escorted the women away as they looked neither offended nor annoyed about wasting their time. At least I didn't send them to the dungeon to go rot.

This is wasting my time, I need some fresh air, I told my guards not to worry about me as I'll be taking a long walk.

I head quietly to my master bedroom as I dressed myself in civilian clothes. Baggy black outfit and deep red cloak.

I pull my hood over my long messy white hair as I begin to scroll to the village nearby.

This village is doing a bit better these days, afo was an evil man and so evil that he forced everyone to bow to his knees and give him money. I didn't understand back then how he brainwashed them into thinking he's a good king and made them starve.

I destroyed that man after he was laying in bed after I became king. He didn't say anything, he seemed like he's ready to pass away so I ended his suffering by decaying his face. Putting his ashes into a jar on the shelf never went into his old room afterwards.

I passionately hate him and how he's treating everyone in this kingdom.

I begin to walk into a flea market, looking around as I observe the surroundings.

This village has gotten a lot better, there were people enjoying their own life and gossip as I eavesdropped.

“ Man, that new king seems more intimidating than the last one.”

“ yeah but at least he's a bit helpful by making us have better jobs and- ” I was too distracted by their conversation but I didn't realize a young woman bumped into me, costing me to catch her while she was falling.

My eyes wide in shock, too stunned by what was happening.

You were covered in dirt, covered in rags as you immediately apologized." Oh God!! I'm sorry Mister, I didn't see you coming.” as you're rambling, I wasn't shocked by bumping into you. No no no.. you didn't decay immediately, my hands were on your arms for a second and you didn't get affected by this.

Strange as I thought to myself, could this be my new lover? A person that is immune to this cursed and be alive.

“ it's o-okay.. don't worry about it sweetheart.” I give you a playful wink as I walk away. Who is this woman and I need to make her mine.

Mine and mine only, seeing you blushed even though you had a rough life with dirty old clothes on and hair that hasn't been washed for days.

I couldn't help but find you adorable and remind me a lot like myself when I was young and in the forest once.

I turn my head back as you slowly walk away from people who have jobs selling fruit on the streets.

You definitely peak my interest, I need to follow you.

[glossysoap]

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[miamochi-writes]

Shake It Off

Modern!Vash x Reader

A/n: Not a request, but I’ve been wanting to write more AUs and Modern Trigun posts. This is my take on what Vash would do as a boyfriend if the reader had a bad day. I definitely wanted to dedicate this one to @whirlwindimagines​ Hope you like it Whirl! <3

It was another typical day of working in the office. Clock in, say hi to your coworkers, hype yourself up with coffee, do your tasks, snack break, and just survive at the end of the day. That was until you had an angry client bursting through the door.

“You! I want to speak to your manager right now!” she demanded as you took a deep breath. So much for a normal day. You mentally prepared yourself with what this person was going to throw at you. Clearing your throat, you prepped your customer service voice before engaging with the client.

“Hi, I’m sorry what seems to be the problem?” you asked. Sure enough, the lady was complaining about the service she received. She specifically wanted a refund because the service she got ‘did not meet her standards.’ Apparently she was not happy because she wasn’t seen exactly at 9:00 even though she was seen at 9:02. Furthermore, she felt lied to because the service promised it would be the best she received and that it was adequate at best. So if she had a problem then she would make it everyone’s problem.

“Ma’am I’m sorry to hear about that, but I can’t give you a refund. Our policy states that we can only give a refund if you cancelled your appointment or if we didn’t cover the full service. Which our records show we did give you the full hour,” you explained. 

“How dare you talk back to me! Do you know who I am?! I demand that you give me a refund! Where is your manager so I can report you!” she yelled as you just took the brunt of the verbal accusations.

“Ma’am, I don’t make the rules. I just work here, and our manager is currently traveling right now so it might take awhile for them to get a hold of them or even hear back from them,” you tried explaining. But this just made her yell even more about how you were incompetent to work here. You didn’t ask for this, and wondered why you haven’t bothered to turn in your two weeks notice.

Then out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar tall ray of sunshine with blonde hair that you can recognize from a mile away. Vash was passing by your area and saw what was happening. He noticed the scene unfolding and how uncomfortable you were growing with each passing second. Then he started mimicking the lady with the most absurd facial expressions. His mouth moved almost the exact same time as hers while he placed his hands on his hips like she was. If she yelled, he made it twice as funny with him being over the top with his actions. You had to hold back from laughing or even cracking a smile as you pursed your lips as hard as you could.

“HEY! Are you even listening to me?!” the lady snapped at you as she brought your attention back to her. Before you could react, Vash knocked at your door.

“Hi there! What seems to be the problem?” he asked. As the lady proceeded to tell him everything she told you, Vash offered her to follow him as he would handle things. Somehow, Vash just knew how to handle and deescalate these kinds of situations with his can-do personality. As he took the lady away from you while she was talking his ear off, Vash flashed you a wink and a smile before leaving. That was when you remembered, the only reason you hadn’t left this job was because of Vash, your boyfriend. 

You had been going out for more than half a year now. Despite being in different departments, you managed to find time together. Eventually, you fell for his natural charms, while he fell harder the more he got to know more about you. The both of you practically shared many things in common. He liked how you treated him normally unlike other people when they saw his prosthetic arm. Plus, you were always patient with him no matter what he threw at you and kept your promises which he absolutely adores.

Even though work could be rough, you tended to do small gestures for your coworkers and him. Whether it would be cheering them up through sharing memes, getting them a snack, or write down small appreciative notes the action never went unnoticed. At least with Vash. So whenever you were having a hellish day or struggling to keep up, he was always there to support you in any way possible.

Later on that day, you were coming back from a meeting that definitely could have been summed up in an email. Once you came back to your work space, you noticed a tall pink drink in a plastic cup and a note attached to it. Upon closer inspection, the note read:

“May your day be as sweet as this strawberry smoothie. I love you! x - Your favorite bf in the entire world”

A smile made its way to your face after reading the note Vash left you. He always knew how to cheer you up. Plus, you noticed he went out of his way to get you your favorite drink from your favorite place. Just the way you liked it. How did you get lucky to have Vash in your life? you questioned as you took a sip from your drink before going back to work.

~*~

Once work was over, Vash was eagerly waiting for you at his car as he waved at you. You gave him a tired smile as you got into the passenger seat.

“So how was your day today?” he asked with his pearly whites.

“Could be better. I’m just ready for today to be over,” you sighed as you rubbed your temple of your head. More work piled up throughout the day and a few more people came to give you a piece of their mind several times. But you reassured Vash that you appreciated the things he did for you today.

“Aw I’m sorry to hear Y/n. I hope things get better tomorrow. But at least you get to be with me now!” he reassured you as he planted a sweet and tender kiss on your cheek. 

“Thanks Vash, you’re the best,” you said while smiling at him. You felt anytime Vash showed his affection towards you, all your problems slowly melted away.

“Plus now that we’re here, I think this calls for a little pick-me-up,” he suggested as he pulled out his phone and started playing the one song you figured he would pick from your shared playlist.

I stay out too late~

Got nothing in my brain~

You loved how you got him into Taylor Swift, but the both of you knew that this particular song is banned from playing in the car. Vash would constantly overplay that song whenever he had the chance (especially when you spent the night at his place and caught him playing this at 5am in the morning). But after the day you had today, you figured this would be an exception as you started bopping your head to the upbeat tune. Once Vash noticed you didn’t make the effort to skip or the stop the song, he beamed at his small victory.

He backed out from the parking lot as he put his arm behind your seat. As he drove you back home, he would start dancing along to the song while singing the lyrics. He wasn’t a bad dancer at all, and his upbeat attitude was infectious. He would do a little shimmy and get you to sway with him whenever he stopped at a red light. You joined in on the fun as you both sang and danced along to the song. You were smiling ear to ear knowing that Vash did everything in his power to make sure your day ended on a high note.

Once you arrived at your apartment, Vash suggested ordering takeout from your favorite restaurant. He wanted to treat you which you didn’t deny. While he did that, you changed into your most comfortable clothes and decided to put on your favorite show. Once Vash came back from picking up the food, he took his seat next to you on the couch. Before he could hand you over your food, he put his face close to yours and flashed you a playful smirk.

“Before you get this food, you need to answer these questions correctly,” he piped up as you laughed knowing where this was going.

“Who’s your favorite?” he asked.

“You,” you answered as he gave you a peck on the lips.

“Correct! Now who’s my favorite?” he asked once more.

“Me,” you said matter-of-factly. Once again he gave you another kiss, but this time you made it a bit longer as you pulled him closer to you. He loved it when you did this and smiled into the kiss.

“Correct again! As a reward, your food and cuddles,” he answered as he handed you your meal. The both of you started eating your food while watching the show. Once you finished eating, Vash hugged you close to his side as you rested your head on the crook of his neck.

No matter what the day threw at you, Vash knew how to take care of you and put a smile on your face at the end of the day. Whether it be getting you to crack a smile, laugh until your sides hurt, or shower you with kisses, Vash will make it known just how much he loves and appreciates you. Just like how he started the day, he ended the night with giving you a soft and warm-hearted kiss.

[samcrosfaith]

SUMMER NIGHTS 𝟎𝟕| 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕 𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊

Happy Lowman x fem!oc

a/n; you'll find all chapters in my main masterlist pinned post it'll lead you to the right masterlist. 🤎🩰

word count; 2253

tag list; @mamawiggers1980 @elmiramager

IT HAD BEEN FIVE DAYS since June had returned from her trip to Bakersfield and since then not a day had gone by that Happy hadn't called her at least three times a day to ask how she was doing and whether she was taking her medication. The last two days he had even brought her dinner. Once from her favorite restaurant here in Charming, and once from one that he knew Alanna and Callie would enjoy.

And these gestures did a lot to June. This was the man she had fallen hard for back then, the man who made her heart beat faster. It was the little things that June valued so much. Things that she had to live without since they had split up.

Sure, she could've been stubborn and stayed with Happy like Tara had stayed with Jaxᅳ but she just couldn't. If she had stayed, she would've just constantly thought about the kiss between Happy and that bitch. The fact that it was all just staged to push her away didn't matter.

He was the one who wanted to push her away, to finally get her to leave him because he couldn't leave her. And that's exactly what she did. But the weekend in Bakersfield, the sheer worry and fear in his eyes every time she felt a little weaker, didn't let her go.

He took care of her the whole time, just as he did back then. Basically, he never really wanted to lose herᅳ and that was exactly what she had realized.

So, should she fight for him? Their marriage? He wanted her back, he had told her that clearly and unambiguously. But only as soon as the danger had been eliminated, as soon as the Argent Devils were gone. But did she want to wait that long? Just to fear that he would push her away again the next time there was danger?

No, she had to know that it wouldn't happen again. June had to know that he would stay by her side, even if there was danger. So if he really wanted her back, then it would be now and not when the danger was gone at some point.

But right now she didn't want to put any pressure on him nor her and wanted to take things slowly. One step at a time.

To show how grateful she was for his help, for not leaving her alone for a second over the weekend, she decided to ignore the regular visiting hours. The kids needed their dad and he needed his kids. So fuck the rules.

As she backed into her usual parking spot at the club, she turned off the engine and took off her sunglasses, her eyes landing on Alanna.

June gently pulled the headphones off the nine-year-old's head and smiled warmly when she finally had Alanna's attention. "Can you do me a favor, sweetheart?"

Unsuspecting, the girl shrugged her shoulders, nodding. "Sure, what is it?"

"Be nice to Dad, okay?" June pushed a strand of brown hair behind Alanna's ear, whose features darkened slightly. God, she looked so much like Happy when she did that. "Look, I know you're still hurtingᅳ but he misses you, so much. Give him a chance to make up for his mistakes, would you?"

"What's the point if nothing changes anyway?", she asked, the corners of her mouth pointed downwards. "He won't come home just because I'm nice to him."

June glanced over her shoulder and to the backseat, but Callie was still dozing in her car seat. So June could talk to Alanna without worrying that the three-year-old would hear them.

"Baby, he loves you. He's your father and that will never change. And who knows what the future holdsᅳ maybe things will turn out differently, better, than you think", June told her, her tone soft.

"Means what exactly?" Alanna pressed, her slender body now turned toward her mother as an eyebrow shot up. "What happened in Bakersfield, mom? You and dad...you haven't spent this much time together in ages. But since that weekendᅳ it's like you're getting closer again."

Well, shit. The kid was smart. Not that June was surprised, Alanna was just as observant as her father and could practically sense things without her having witnessed them.

Sighing, June let her head fall against the headrest of her seat, scratching her eyebrow. "I'll tell you the truth if you promise me not to worry unnecessarily, okay?"

"Whatᅳ Mom, what happened?" Of course the nine-year-old was worried. But then the penny dropped before June even said anything. "Was it something with your heart?"

June's heart bled when she heard the sheer worry in Alanna's cracking voice, so she quickly grabbed the girl's hands, squeezing them. "I'm okay, baby, it wasn't a heart attack. But it could've ended worse", she trailed, chewing her lower lip. "But Happy was there and reacted immediately. And believe me, he was so scared he totally lost his shit and almost his mind."

"You should've told me about it!" Tears filled Alanna's eyes as she unbuckled her seatbelt and in the next moment snuggled into her mother's arms, who welcomed her openly. Sniffling, she hid her little face in June's chest, glad that nothing worse had happened. "I don't want to lose you, Mom."

"You won't, sweetheart", the former Teller whispered, clearly affected by Alanna's heartbreaking reaction. "Do you understand now why I want you to be nice to Dad? He loves us just as much as he did back then and he'd still do anything for us."

"I'll be nice", the nine-year-old mumbled against her mom's sage green top, which now had one or two scattered tears on it. "Next time, please tell me right away if you're not feeling well. I'm old enough to help, mom."

"Thank you, baby, I appreciate it." June timidly cupped her daughter's face in her hands and smiled weakly. "It's not your job to worry about me or to take care of me. I only told you about it because I want you to know how important we are to your dadᅳ that's never changed."

"It still sucked that he left", Alanna muttered with a frustrated sigh while clutching the Polaroid camera around her neck, but the fact that her dad was there at that exact moment and prevented something worse from happening to her mom changed her perspective a little. "Will you pick us up tomorrow before or after school?"

"I know, Lana. And he knows that too", June assured her as she gently squeezed Alanna's face before placing a kiss on her forehead. "After school, then we'll finally look for a new school backpack."

"I like that", the nine-year-old smiled as she quickly wiped her cheeks dry. "Please take care of yourself, mom."

"I will, I promise", she said seriously before she released her daughter and got out of the car with her.

At the same moment, as if he had tasted the arrival of his family, Happy stepped out of the clubhouse. And to say he seemed surprised was an understatementᅳ after all, the last time June had been here at the club was ages ago.

At the same time, he was also alarmed when he finally reached the car, tossing his toothpick to the side. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. I just thought you might wanna see them more often again", June shrugged her shoulders with a small smile while she leaned against her car, her forearms folded on top of the still open car door. "If you want they can stay with you tonight, you'd just have to drop them off at school in the morning. But I can alsoᅳ"

"No, I can do it", Happy nodded immediately, swallowing the small lump in his throat as he was relieved to see that June and the kids were fine. "Since when don't you care about the visiting hours?"

June just shrugged her shoulders with a faint smile. "I want this to work, Hap. They need you."

He didn't answer, instead he just nodded, gratitude flashing in his dark orbs. As Alanna strolled around the car, the SAA tensed up, expecting his daughter to still not want to spend time with him.

But when Alanna shot him the first genuine smile in over a year and wrapped her arms around his waist, Happy's throat released a nearly shaky breath as he wasted no time in pulling his daughter into the tightest hug possible.

June rested her chin on her forearms, which were still resting on the top frame of the car door, and watched the scene in awe, feeling her heart swell with love.

"Like I said, I'll pick you up from school tomorrow, okay?" June knew she didn't have to tell her daughter to behave. Alanna was one of those children who knew from a young age how to behave at home and outside. So she just stretched her arm forward and stroked Alanna's cheek after the two had pulled away from the hug. "Call me before you go to bed, I wanna say goodnight."

"I will, mom", Alanna promised, her eyes glassy but a genuine, happy smile on her lips. You could see that she needed the hug just as much as Happy did. "Love you."

"Love you too, sweetie." June watched as Alanna walked towards Jax, who just came out of the clubhouse, a cigarette hanging between his lips which he threw away before he hugged his niece and shot his sister a smile.

June, however, just glared at him, even though she was secretly glad that he and Maria had come up with the plan. But he had to know that he can't pull this kind of shit behind her back.

"Jesus, still mad at me?", he asked, amusement lingering in his cocky grin. "I apologized. Even Happy isn't pissed anymore."

"Well, a simple 'sorry' isn't going to help this time", she called across the property, a snort coming out of her nose as Jax just rolled his eyes and chuckled. "You better get back inside before I kick your ass."

"As if you would", Jax teased. But they were still siblings, loving to provoke each other in a loving wayᅳ most of the time at least. "I'll see you later?"

"Maybe, don't know yet", she shot back with a cheeky grin. "If you bring me donuts and a coffee, I might let you in."

Now Jax snorted, but never without losing his grin. "I'll think about it."

June gave him the finger, in a loving way, and got one from Jax in return, whereupon Alanna gasped in mock shock.

Shaking his head, Jax threw an arm around his niece, ruffled her hair and led the whining nine-year-old, who was now busy pushing her hair down, inside.

"He's such an ass", June muttered, chuckling before her eyes met Happy's again. A smile spread across her lips as she noticed him looking at her with nothing but admiration. Another thing she missed. "Should I leave Callie here too or just Alanna?", she asked, resuming the conversation.

The sunglasses sitting now on top of her reddish, chin length hair, perfectly styled as always, the sun adding an extra shine to her piercing blue eyes, the smile on her pale peach colored lips grew when she saw Happy's lips twitch into a smile also.

"You think it's okay if I spend a day just with Alanna?", he asked almost cautiously, not wanting to seem like a father who only preferred one daughter. But after the hug, after his baby seemed to finally allow him to get close again, he just wanted to show her that he was there for her, that he was still the same. "You look good by the way, June."

"Thanks, Hap." June's cheeks turned a light shade of red, causing her to sheepishly tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She quickly waved it off to distract from her reaction. "No, I think it's actually a good idea if you spend time alone with Alanna."

"Yeah, I guess", he croaked, taking a step closer towards his wife, his intense gaze always on her. "Would you come over tomorrow night? I'll cook for us and we'll just talk, that's all I want. If it's going too fast for youᅳ"

"I'd love to come over", June interrupted his rambling, pushing her body up on her tiptoes before she planted a kiss against his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow", the SAA croaked, smiling to himself as he watched June slip back into her car. He glanced at the backseat so he'd at least see Callie, but he didn't want to wake her. Then his eyes met his wife's blue ones again. "Call me if you need anything, you hear me?"

"You tell me that every day, Hap. Don't worry so much", she replied softly. "Can you tell Mom to call me later? We need someone to watch the kids tomorrow night."

"Sure", Happy assured her, tapping the roof of her car before stepping aside as June started the engine. "Drive carefully and tell Callie she can call me later."

"I'll have her call you", June promised with another smile before she closed the window and left the property.

Her plan was definitely to come by more often again from now on, also to finally spend more time with the other members again.

[the-muppet-watch]

The rot cult

This is just a post archiving what i find on the rot cult the muppet joker (called Kermit throughout this) moved in with

The four "members"/ people who live in what I'm calling "the rot house" are: Athena (the leader of the cult), Sage (the first member), Milton (the second member), and of course Kermit (the clown prince of crime himself).

From Sage and Miltons blogs it is confirmed that they are siblings. Milton states that him and Sage met in a hospital, and that his parents are dead. Sage states that "Our parents aren't dead" and called meeting in the hospital is "a weird way to phrase it" (Im not directly looking at the posts so these aren't word for word).

Sage does state that he met Athena on deviantart. Milton moved in later after being kicked out of/ left their cousins house who he was staying with after his parents kicked him out. Milton, however, is extremely vague when posting so it is hard to tell what he truly means in some situations. It also seems he is deep into the cult due to claiming that he "needs to be punished" and claiming that it isn't a cult or an abusive situation.

The sleeping arrangements goes as follows: Athena gets the only bed with four out of six of the blankets (the other two are earned by the top two members of the house). Kermit sleeps under Athenas bed and has conformed the blanket arrangements on his first night there. Sage sleeps on the couch but has proved that the sleeping arrangements can switch when Athena has been made upset, proven by when Milton got the couch after Sage broke something of Athenas. Milton sleeps in the closet which "The Rot" has been stored.

On one of Kermits blog posts he posted an image of a glass with what looked like it had left over blood in it. he later found what could be blood vials. Milton has responded to asks questioning him if he was anemic do to him posting about him being extremely woozy at times, and Athena has posted responding to an ask saying "Milton > Sage" to which she responded "Only in the terms of blood flavor" (around the 25 july 2024). She has many posts about being a vampire and has even banned Italian food from the home due to it having many recipes that include garlic.

A reddit post was posted by a neighbor titled "WIBTA if i told property management about my smelly neighbors?" where I will post about more in depth later but for now I am just using it for some basic information. Using this post we can definitively know it is an apartment due to the update claiming "The bad news is that the smell is now coming through the vents, and we had to turn off the ac to air out the apartment." the op also states "This usually isn't a problem, but in recent weeks I've noticed the smell of death coming from their door and a fly problem which is slowly becoming a me problem at my place of residence." He goes into some detail on their Tumblr accounts after Athena which he calls A gives hers, Sage's and Milton's accounts to him and inviting him to join the coven.

The reddit post and the Kermit plush rescue arc has also brought to mosts attention that Sage is the only one with a car. Kermit asked Sage to drive him to his moms house believing to have left him there and was planning a break in. he was unaware that Sage didn't have any obligation to drive him back as stated in the house rules Kermit seemed to be unaware of at the time and had to walk back kermitless. Milton has also claimed multiple times that even though they have an etsy shop they do not get the money do to Sage managing thee money.

This part of what I am calling "The Rot Saga" seems to be heating up with Kermit learning that the Kermit plushie was put in the rot for days on end and from what i can see from the blogs from when I am typing this, has most likely to have been burned. Kermit has stated he has stabbed Gerard Way out of Athenas body and I'll wait for more info before writing about any of it.

I also want to add in a theory that the black mold found by Kermit recently is causing some of the things in the house to happen. We don't have much if any indication of how long the mold has been there (I'm not a mold expert), if Athena lived there before the mold showed up, or if she held the beliefs before the mold showed up. However black mold is dangerous and I wouldn't be surprised if it is contributing to all the issues.

I'll try to write more as more things happen.

[wizardofrozz]

Kix x mechanic!reader, Captain Rex, Hardcase

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: swearing, mention of injury

A/N: I’ve been waiting to start posting my Life Day fics 😂 Most of them are my first time writing for a lot of these characters so I hope I’ve done them justice ❤️

Kix had been running himself ragged trying to keep up with the 501st and lending a hand to the 212th while their new medic was trained. With General Skywalker’s outrageous plans that had your workstation full of gunships and Kix splitting his time between the two battalions, you could maybe steal a few precious minutes over the last few standard weeks. It took Life Day getting closer for your schedule to die down but that didn’t seem to be the case for your favorite medic. 

You finally managed to scrub the last spots of grease off your hands, a rule Kix wouldn’t budge on if you wanted to visit him, and made your way out of the hangar. The walk to the medbay was uneventful since most of the troopers were lounging around in their company barracks, meaning you got there faster than usual. The door slid open, revealing a mostly empty medbay aside from Hardcase sleeping nearby, making it easy to find Kix sitting on a stool sorting through supplies.

         “Hello, my love,” you greeted, wrapping your arms around his unarmored shoulders. Kix jumped so hard he kicked a box of bacta patches across the room before slumping back against you as his brain registered your voice.

         “Maker above, cyare, are you trying to kill me?” Kix sputtered, scrubbing at his face.

         “Sorry,” you giggled, kissing his temple. “Been busy today?”

Kix grunted, glancing over at the only occupied bed. “Busy with idiots.”

         “What did he do this time?” you wondered, noticing the cast on Hardcase’s arm. 

         “Commander Tano initiated a game of hide and seek…again,” Kix grumbled, slowly rubbing your arms as he stared off, eyes a little glassy with a memory. “Apparently Jesse and Hardcase had the bright idea to hide on top of the same gunship so Jesse pushed him off.”

         “That’s what all that noise was,” you mumbled, resting your chin on his head. Short hairs tickled your chin, a foreign feeling when it came to Kix. “Hm, you need a haircut, dear.”

         “Yeah, add it to the list,” Kix huffed, using his foot to drag a nearby cart closer.

         “You also need a break,” you urged, gently tightening your arms around his neck.

         “No, what I need is to finish taking inventory so I can submit my order forms,” Kix argued gently, half of his attention already shifting back to his work. 

         “Kix,” you murmured, untangling yourself from around his shoulders to squat between his knees. Dull, tired eyes dropped down, your heart aching at the dark bags under his eyes. “You can’t keep doing this.” Kix sighed, his composure faltering and letting on just how exhausted he was. 

         “Then who will?” he countered. You knew his determination came from a place of love for his brothers and it only made you love him more. Although, it was slightly irritating at the moment. 

         “Yeah, I know,” you grumbled, massaging the bridge of your nose. “I just…I hate seeing you like this.” You gestured vaguely at his slumped posture before continuing. “And I - I miss you.” Kix’s eyes softened, a longing you understood well clouding his whiskey-colored eyes. 

         “I -” he started, his voice thick with emotion, “I’ll come by when I finish up here. I promise, cyare.” The sincerity in his voice lifted some of the sadness off your shoulders and you managed a small smile. 

         “I’m holding you to that,” you teased, getting to your feet and running a hand over his short hair. Kix’s lashes fluttered as he leaned into your touch before he caught himself.

         “Stop that,” he huffed, gently grabbing your wrist and dragging your hand out of his hair and down his face. You brought your other hand up to cup his face, forcing his eyes up. Of course, he shared a face with thousands of his brothers that you saw every day but as similar as they all were, they were each unique as well. You took a moment to just admire him, noting the warmth rising in his cheeks at your attention.

         “Prettiest trooper in the GAR,” you mused, swiping your thumb across his cheek. A smirk slowly lifted the corner of his mouth, and a flicker of pride lit up his eyes, making your stomach swoop.

         “Damn right,” he drawled, craning his neck to beckon you closer. You giggled but didn’t resist, aiming for a kiss until Kix stopped you by holding a single finger up. “Hold that thought,” he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut and raising his voice. “If I open my eyes and that bed is empty I’m going to glue your ass to it, Hardcase.” The strangled laugh that fell from your lips was extremely unflattering but it did make Kix smile faintly before his eyelids fluttered open.

         “How’d you even know?” Hardcase whined, drawing both of your attention. Hardcase was sitting upright in his bed, arms crossed despite his cast, and undeniably pouting.

         “Medic superpowers,” Kix deadpanned.

         “I believe it,” you teased, letting your hands drop down to the sides of his neck. “Now, give me a kiss so you can get back to work. The sooner you’re done the sooner I can kidnap you.” Kix snorted, rolling his eyes playfully but closed the space without further prompting.

It took every ounce of self-control you had to keep the kiss chaste and of course, Kix’s quiet groan wasn’t making it any easier. You scraped together the willpower to pull away, resting your forehead against his for a moment. 

         “You should go before Hardcase gets a show,” Kix rumbled, lightly trailing his hand down the outside of your thigh. 

         “Don’t stop because of me,” Hardcase called, a smile obvious in his voice. You laughed, pulling away from Kix completely, allowing him to turn a deadly glare on his brother. 

         “I’ll break the other arm if you don’t keep your mouth shut,” Kix warned and Hardcase just smiled wider. With an eye roll, you pressed a quick kiss to your boyfriend’s head before stepping out from between his legs. 

         “Be good,” you teased, tapping Kix’s nose as you passed. The sound of the brothers bickering drifted into the background as your mind started to put together ideas for how to spend the one night you had with Kix. 

Kix was ready to bolt when his assistant, Dart, finally came to relieve him. He was dead on his feet, barely acknowledging the greetings thrown his way as he trudged through the Resolute. Kix was halfway to your quarters when a familiar blonde clone cut him off.

         “Kix, hey,” Rex said with a tight smile.

         “Captain,” Kix sighed, rubbing at one of his eyes. “What can I do for you, sir?”

         “Hm?” Rex hummed, his brows pinching together. “I - nothing. You almost walked into me.” Kix blinked, his brow furrowing as he looked at his brother while his sluggish mind tried to process the last few minutes. 

         “Sorry, sir,” he settled on, opening his eyes wider than usual. Rex grunted, glancing over his shoulder at the other end of the hallway before moving to walk at Kix’s side.

         “Where ya headin’?”

         “Don’t ask stupid questions,” Kix yawned, picking up his previous slow pace. Rex chuckled, ducking his head.

         “Figured as much. I’ll walk with you,” Rex stated, switching his helmet to his other side. They walked in silence for a few minutes but Kix could almost feel Rex’s question threatening to burst out of him. 

         “What is it?”

         “How are you?” Rex asked without missing a beat.

         “Fine,” Kix grunted, glancing up to figure out where they were. “I just want to get to - I just want to go to bed.” Rex hummed, more questions obviously on the tip of his tongue but thankfully, your door came into view. Rex came to a slow stop outside your door, staring down at his boots as Kix waited for whatever he was mulling over. Then his brother’s expression changed, putting Kix on edge. 

         “I hope you like it,” Rex said with a half-smile. And then he was turning away, heading back the way they came from, leaving Kix to stare dumbly at the now empty spot. 

         “Finally.” Kix nearly jumped out of his skin for the second time that day, wide eyes zeroing in on your smiling face in the doorway. 

         “I’m gonna put a bell on you,” Kix grumbled, letting your drag him into your tiny quarters. He instantly noticed the wall of warmth he walked into, chasing away the chill of hyperspace that he hadn’t realized had settled in his bones. It took a few seconds for Kix’s brain to register what he was seeing. 

All the pillows and blankets in your quarters and some you had to have stolen from storage were piled up in the middle of your bunk like a nest. A portable heater was on low power against the opposite wall, giving off a faint glow in the dim room and Kix smelled something sweet lingering in the air. The room felt…cozy. 

         “Come on, get your kit off,” you urged, pulling his helmet out of his hand. Kix blinked at you, working through his foggy thoughts as he mindlessly unclipped his armor like he’d done thousands of times. You held out a pair of pajama pants you had bought him last Life Day and he didn’t hesitate to peel off his blacks. Kix stood at the edge of your bunk when he was finished, raising a brow at the mug you were holding out to him.

         “What is it?” he wondered, leaning forward to look at the dark, steaming liquid. 

         “Hot cocoa,” you answered, nodding at the mug. He carefully cradled the warm cup, letting the scent wash over him. 

         “Why?”

         “Well, drinking hot cocoa and curling up in front of a fireplace was one of my favorite things to do around Life Day on my home world,” you replied, patting the spot at your side. Kix watched you for a beat but relented, climbing onto the bunk. He hadn’t even realized Life Day was approaching but to be fair, he wasn’t even sure what day it currently was.

         “That’s not a fireplace,” Kix noted needlessly.

         “Thanks, smartass,” you snorted, taking a sip of your hot cocoa. “Can’t really have a fire on a Star Destroyer so I had to settle for the next best thing. Luckily, Rex managed to borrow General Skywalker’s heater.”

         “That explains it,” Kix hummed, taking a hesitant sip of his own drink. It had been a while since he’d had hot cocoa; it was probably last Life Day. He looked over at you, a soft smile lifting the corner of his lips as the warmth settled in his stomach, dragging him closer to sleep. “Thank you.”

         “Anytime, dear,” you sighed happily, resting your head on his shoulder. Kix couldn’t really remember drinking the sweet beverage, let alone finishing it, the warmth of the heater and the familiarity of your presence lulling him into a trance. He blinked sluggishly up at you when you took his empty mug and his eyes followed you around the room. You climbed back into the nest of blankets, carefully directing him to lay on his back so you could curl up on his chest. 

         “Love you,” Kix slurred, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You propped your chin up on his sternum, your smile making his stomach flutter. 

         “Love you too,” you giggled, stretching up to reach his lips. Kix tried to reciprocate but the second his eyes closed, he already started to drift off. He managed to comprehend your suggestion to get some sleep before he was pulled under with the memory of your lips on his.

25 days of Life Day Masterlist

Taglist: @sleepingsun501​ 

[rylanenthusiast]

the moment ryan realized his feelings for dylan ? 😊

initially this was not at all meant to get so…intimate? blame my thumbs for typing it out i was held hostage by my hands. I gotta admit tho, I’m not the happiest with this- but I’m trying to be less of a perfectionist so I’m posting it anyway :)

side note: I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS??? Y’ALL ARE THE FUCKING BEST FOR ALL THIS SUPPORT I KISS EVERY ONE OF YOU ON THE FOREHEAD.

It was one of those summer days where you can feel the heat of the sun cooking you from the inside out, so naturally, the counsellors decided it was the perfect day to host an impromptu water balloon fight- as per Dylan’s suggestion.

Ryan had almost decided to skip out on it to go listen to podcasts at the docks, but the way his sweat made his shirt cling to his chest was getting increasingly unbearable by the second.

They’re all gathered under the tree in the cabin area, the open space and cabins providing a formidable battlefield.

“Alrighty!” Dylan exclaims with a wide grin, clapping his hands to get all the kids and fellow counsellors attention. “If you would so kindly stand in a line so we can hand you your balloons, we can get this show on the road!”

Once the kids eventually settle into a (somewhat) line, Dylan begins explaining the rules to the game.

Ryan wants to listen but…he sorta just tunes it out. In his defence, the sun has practically fried his brain.

He’s suddenly brought back to earth as he’s handed two water balloons by Dylan, who winks as he places them in his hands.

Ryan’s cheeks warm, but he blames it on the sun peeking between the tree leaves.

He’s once again ripped out of his train of thought by the sound of a countdown.

“3…2…1…Go!”

He sprints off towards the direction of the radio hit, he suspects nobody will find him there because of all the (outdated) technology inside the hut which he assumes nobody would want to get wet.

-

He’s not entirely sure how long it’s been, but safe to say, Ryan had been right about nobody coming to check the hut.

He’s leaning against the wooden back wall, leaning out ever so slightly to try get a look at the game, until-

He feels a cold hand clamp over his mouth. He lets out a muffled yelp- and as he tries to turn around to see who’s behind him, he feels a wet torso pressing up against his back. Warm breath ghosts the nape of his neck.

A shiver runs down his spine.

“If you don’t say anything, I might let you go,” a familiar voice whispers into the shell of his ear.

Ohhhh shit.

He slowly turns around until he’s face to face with Dylan Lenivy. And fuck does he look good.

Ryan leans back against the wall, Dylan’s hand still clamped over his mouth. The boy is covered head to toe in water, his wet hair flopping onto his forehead, and his soaked shirt clinging to his lean torso. He has a shit-eating grin on his face, obviously enjoying this far too much for Ryan’s liking.

“You gonna do that for me?”

“Mhm,” Ryan muffles out.

For a second, neither of them say a word, Ryan’s wide eyes staring into Dylan’s which were flicking between his own and the hand he had over Ryan’s mouth.

Ryan can feel his heart in his throat. They’re so…close. Ryan’s back is planted against the wall and Dylan’s practically caging him in, his free arm resting to the side of Ryan’s head. The air between them is thick and heavy, and Ryan can feel his stomach doing flips.

“Good!” Dylan exclaims, suddenly pulling his hand away. Although, he doesn’t make an effort to increase the distance between them.

“…Fuck dude, you scared the shit outta me-“

He’s cut off with a giggle that has his stomach doing a different kind of flip.

“Sorry- sorry- I just- I couldn’t help myself-“

Dylan cant even finish his sentence he’s laughing so hard.

Ryan’s too busy fighting the blush creeping up his neck to notice the hand above him.

He looks up just a second too late to see Dylan’s hand release a water balloon straight over his head. The ballon bursts, soaking Ryan as he gasps at the sudden coldness.

He flicks his head down to look at his assaulter, glaring as he watches Dylan stumble backwards and begin sprinting in the other direction as best as he can whilst fighting a fit of laughter.

As he’s stood there, dripping water and soaked from head to toe, Ryan takes a minute to process what just happened.

The way being so close to Dylan had made him feel…the way he yearned for the feeling of his back pressed against his again.

No. Nope. There’s no way.

Shit.

[this-is-krikkit]

hi!! read you're doing prompts, can you do the 9th? i feel like it's a perfect one for levihan 😂

send me a number and a ship and i'll write a drabble!

thank you for sending this prompt ! it does have undeniable levihan vibes to it 😏

Prompt 9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

Zeke (★now edited and posted on ao3 ★)

Characters: Levi, Hange, Zeke

Tags: modern au, levihan, no zekehan or zevi i promise, i just think i'm hilarious sometimes and you guys have to deal with it hehehe, erumike mentioned, tw alcohol mention ig

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Hange gets out of the shower, puts on the clean shirt Levi had left for them in the bathroom and sneaks into the bedroom quietly. They successfully stop a yelp from escaping and only wince as they bump their toe into their bedside table, and put the miraculously unspilled glass of water they'd brought in with them on it.

They crawl under the duvet quickly, delighted to have made it here just as the hangover headache was starting to make their head throb, and frown as they realize something heavy has taken over most of their side of the bed. They reach back and click their light on, and feel their eyes widening as they take in the sight.

"What the- Levi, what's Zeke doing here?" they ask, way too loud even by their own standards.

"Fuck's sake, four-eyes," Levi moans, voice groggy and dry, "what's it look like? He's sleeping. And so am I, so shut the fuck up and turn the damn light off."

Hange bites their lip to stop themself from commenting on his bed hair or the adorably cranky look on his half asleep face, and obey his order.

Before they swiftly climb over both him and the dog, and stretch their arm far enough to turn on the light on his own bedside instead. They fully laugh when Levi whines again, swearing some more, and the Husky joins his protest with a loud howl.

"And where do I sleep, grumpy-grumps?" Hange asks, fluffing the dog's fur, who quickly calms down at the attention.

"I don't care, just get out of my bed," Levi replies, his voice all muffled from speaking into his pillow as he protects his eyes from the sting of the light.

Hange gasps in faked horror, Zeke looking up at them in concern at the sound.

"You can't banish me! This is my bed too!"

Levi groans again, and blindly feels behind him with his hand.

"Not anymore," he sighs in reflief when he finds his mark and darkness replaces the cruel artificial light. "Now it's mine and Zeke's."

"Right... and since when do you allow this- how'd you put it again- 'overactive drama queen of a hairball', to get on the sheets you love so much and shed all over them?" Hange pushes, genuinely curious.

"Since you leave me for two nights in a row to go on a weekend-long party with your brother and his brainless jock friends. And I was planning on changing the sheets later today anyway," he adds as an afterthought.

"Mike's bachelor party was fun, honey, thank you for asking," Hange replies playfully. "But I still don't understand how that has anything to do with your rules regarding the dog's sleeping-

"For your information, your four legged soulmate here wouldn't stop whining and howling at the front door until I let him come in here," he interrupts in a huff. "I don't know what he was so anxious about, but he had a really hard time sleeping without you around."

Hange's eyes have grown accustomed to the shadows by now, and they don't miss the way Levi stares at Zeke, actively avoiding to look at their own face. They should have known from the minute they came home and Levi was still in bed in the middle of the day that his insomnia had been acting up again, and it twists something in their gut to hear him confess so in his own twisted way, especially when they know he'd been working long hours the week before.

They hum and perch themself back on what little space they've got left on their side of the bed, letting one of their hands land on Levi's pillow to ruffle his hair and massage his scalp as they pet the dog's fur with the other.

"I'm sorry you didn't get to rest properly," they say softly.

Levi sighs, and his fingers link with theirs over the dog's belly.

"From the looks of you right now, I'd say you didn't either," he jokes. "Did you really have fun?"

"So much. I don't see how Erwin's going to beat that next weekend, honestly."

"Well, don't tell him that. He's so competitive he'd do the craziest shit just to try and prove you wrong."

They feel their own grin widening, and Levi chuckles when he spots it.

"Tch, four-eyes..." he warns, shaking his head in faked disapproval.

"Come on, what's the point of being one groom's sibling and the other's best friend if I don't get to mess with them a little?"

They yawn around the end of the sentence, which makes it sound way less villainous than they'd meant.

"Better get some rest while you can, then, evil mastermind," Levi scoffs, failing to hide his own reflex yawn.

Hange vaguely remembers letting out a weak laugh and pinching his nose in retaliation for his mocking tone, before falling into deep slumber.

[eulchu]

im gonna get the record straight and be completely transparent.

i have never lurked critblr or leaktwt. i barely know who any of these people are. if you're critblr and i have you blocked it's because you interacted with dtblr and your url sounded weird, and people fact checked what kind of people were under your likes. or in your following list. you guys don't really know how to be subtle

many of us have been here for long enough to know urls of the people who post the most fucked up posts, because once in a while you'll pop up on the based on your likes tab.

implying im in critblr is fucking insane. i can genuinely tell all of you the exact number of leaked info i know. the truth is if you're in dtblr and you recieve more than 3 asks a day you ARE gonna get freak anons bomb dropping leaks in your askbox. there's unfortunately very little way of modding that. we try our best by blocking but every single day we get harassed with information we don't fucking want.

i am not in charge of the fandom and i will never be. tumblr is the least fucking relevant site in the fandom hierarchy. i'm no god of the fandom i don't make the rules of the fandom and i am under any impression than im more important than any other blog in dtblr. my blog would be NOTHING without all the members of dtblr. i am not special i am not famous. it's not my fault people who don't like being active blogs come into my inbox to express themselves. i don't pretend to be any authority figure. i say shit and if you agree with me cool and if you don't, that's cool too.

i am so fucking sorry that some of you have a complex over blogs that get attention, but that's not my fault. i have been here for Years of course i'm gonna have a big number of followers. especially since october all dtblr has tried so hard to not become what it used to be, and if you have a complex that's on you. there's tens of blogs with very little followers who are amazing. because a following count means NOTHING.

it's crazy to tell me im only finding reasons to shittalk dizzy and alison. i didn't know dizzy prior to their gross behavior regarding the shit they write about and the people they're friends with. if you know me well enough you'd know i have 0 problems with saying i hate x person for whatever personal grudge. i have done that plenty of times. i don't have to hide behind any excuse to shittalk someone.

calling me petty is ridiculous. petty over what girl? i'm just here to vibe idgaf what other people are up to if it's harmless shit.

yet another clinically fucking insane statement to make. i very politely to invite you to scroll my blog and tell me where i have confirmed anything. the only things i have talked about are dream's ex and those "body issues". i have never verified any kind of leak and you're insane for thinking i have. i genuinely invite you to send me one of those instances you talk about.

in regards of "a bunch of blogs complaining" i'd love to know what kind of blogs you're talking about because as far as i know the only conversation that's happened before regarding this topic, was something extremely similar to what i'm saying right now and not at all close to verifying any kind of leak. if you get those blogs on your dash that's a you problem and you should curate your experience better, but don't drag me into it.

yes. all of this. yes.

i do apologize for the confusion. dizzy didn't write that fic but they did defend it and they've co-written together before.

i'm not a lurker and i don't know them, don't think i know all this information because i'm a stalker. i don't even know alison's tumblr. some of these people used to be friends. friends of a lot of people in the fandom. but you can only cover your behavior for so fucking long, and then people talk, and shit gets brought up.

both alison and dizzy have done more than morally incorrect things in the past for other fandoms. other than the choice of the kind of fics they write and bookmark, they both are 100% friends with people who discuss doxxes like it's top of the morning news. dizzy particularly was part of the phandom in the side of phannies who harassed and were weirdly invasive of their lives to the point where it affected their mental health.

again, read what you want like what you like but be aware that these are the people you're reading fics of. hey if you're one of them, kudos to you. but genuinely. don't even try to say they're not the kind of people im describing right now. people across different fandoms who have had the displeasure of knowing them will tell you the same thing.

[looneyleyle]

so, so pretty ~ b. loomis

synopsis: a party? while a masked killer is on the loose? what a great idea.

warnings: ghostface, scream-typical violence

words: 647

becca's pov

the last thing i remembered was being knocked out by the one and only masked murderer.

how did i get there? let's look at what happened.

stu, being the idiotic shithead that he is, decided that the best time to throw a party would be when a masked killer is on the loose, slicing up a bunch of high schoolers. i wouldn't have gone, but billy insisted. no, he didn't insist, he begged me to go. he all but got on his knees and pleaded for me to go. i didn't understand what the big deal was, i told him we could just watch horror movies in my room instead, but he was dead set on going to this party.

so, being the good hook up buddy i am, i obliged.

how did i become billy's hook up buddy? well, after sid accused him of being the killer, their relationship came to an abrupt end. not that they had been doing very well prior to that. so, when billy showed up at my door one night, telling me that him and sid were over, i knew exactly what he wanted. i mean, being a rebound hook up didn't feel great, but when a hot man comes to your door asking to hook up, you don't say no.

so, i went to his friend's dumb party, even though he wasn't even there. he told me he would be a bit late, but after an hour of party festivities, i figured he wasn't gonna show. i instead spent my time with randy and the others on the couch, watching halloween. with the news of the principal being hung by the field posts, the crowd thinned until it was just me and randy. i couldn't pay attention to the movie, i had watched it nearly a hundred times. and where had everyone gone? i mean, a couple dudes left to check out mr. himbry's body, but where was everyone else.

"hey randy, i'll be right back, i'm gonna go check on something." i told him. i tensed up as soon as the words left my mouth, and so did he.

"becca!! you of all people should know the rules!" i mumbled an apology to him but left the room nonetheless, with him muttering something about finding me with my throat slit later on. i first went to check upstairs, assuming at least stu and tatum would be up there. the bedrooms were all empty, so i made my way back downstairs. as soon as i got to the last steps, i saw something move out of the corner of my eye. i turned towards the living room just in time to see the killer raise their hand and strike me hard on the head.

when i came to, i was being shaken. i opened my eyes to see billy, covered in blood.

"becca, baby, are you ok??" he asked, concern etched onto his pretty face.

"yeah, i think so, but, fuck" i cried, feeling the stinging sensation on my cheek. billy reached out to my face, gliding a finger over whatever was hurting me. his finger came back covered in blood, in my blood. i felt like i was going to faint. billy came closer to me, quietly shushing me as i began to hyperventilate. tears prickled my eyes, what had happened?

billy leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.

"becca, baby?" he whispered to me. i let out a slight whimper, urging him to continue. he brought his lips towards my ear, kissing my neck on the way, before whispering,

"you look so pretty covered in blood."

and with that, a sharp pain erupted in my stomach. i looked down to see billy's hand plunging a knife straight into me. he then twisted the knife, bringing a whole new level of pain to my body.

"so, so pretty."

[kitkatcadillac]

it hit ten thousand and you guys are crazy but ultimately i think very nice folks overall, i threw this together kind of quick and a few critiques id like to make of it:

- the pigs are not native to the bahamas im so mad at myself for being inattentive. they are a part of the islands tourist attraction features, but they are not endemic. how i worded it implies theyre endemic. they are Domestic Pigs people Brought In. its a whole can of worms and its own issue, but i dont think the answer for it is necessarily poisoning them like that. pigs are so smart, man, im too soft to want an animal to suffer being poisoned like that, least of all social animals like pigs. thats a whole research trip for another day though. re; intent was not congruent to impact, i done goofed.

- i only mentioned tropical beaches. the reason being it was super easy to call to mind a few examples of people absolutely fucking beaches, because beaches are notorious tourist traps and of course they see some of the easiest examples of people ruining things. they are important!!! but they arent the only thing that needs attention. next time ill evaluate maybe a little harder and throw some variety in there. gotta get some love for praries, forests, lakes, deserts, swamps, etc... i mean ffs i grew up in a brackish marsh!!! and dc is a swamp. ohio is just a small piece of the ohio river valley. many places to choose from. (USA centric in that regard but at least i Live There and Know with my Own Eyes and Hands)

- decries stone stacking but does not elaborate. could help to clarify theres places where this is acceptable and places where it very much does damage- it isnt like its a hard law you cant do [action] anywhere, ever, but its wise to research the place youre visiting if youre going about your way as a sightseer or tourist! most places will have rules and regulations you can access. be a proactive learner and community member wherever you go!

- did not use alt text or descriptors of my screen shots and im very sorry 😭 i didnt expect the post to get more than like 4 notes probably so i didnt think anyone would actually find that helpful really but i should make it a habit anyway to use descriptors! i never know if someone who follows me might appreciate it even tangentially

overall though its been really nice to see everyone be so supportive and kind for the most part. ive really loved seeing people share stories from their locales about their own parks and superblooms and the like, its been really enlightening and im glad yall care so much to notice. i hope you keep caring and doing your thing- and the couple of rangers ive seen in the notes i hope you all stay safe!!! thank you for what you do. grateful

i think also people who dont understand how "stacking some rocks sometimes" can be harmful have heard of the countless cases where "its just a little thing" has destroyed countless landmarks and parks

elafonisi's pink sand beaches only retain 10% of the pink hues they used to retain just a few decades ago,

(source)

and if you didnt know it could happen, a larger scale upheaval of a beach in jamaica actually did result in the disappearance of an entire beach.

(source)

pig beach in the bahamas attracts people for being, well, the bahamas, and native pigs in the area can be found swimming to get around sometimes. people go nuts for the photo opportunity and forget these are wild animals- and youd expect it being the pigs killing people, but actually, people being too friendly caused a ban on feeding the pigs because seven of the poor things died after people figured "how bad could it hurt them if i give them just one?"

(source)

and these are just cases of something specific happening or being taken or given. thats not including people ruining and closing down entire tourist attractions, beaches, and parks by completely overcrowding it, disregarding rules, or trashing and littering the places.

like if someone preserving the park tells you not to do something you think is "harmless," i swear they arent just doing it because they want to ruin your fun. maintaining these places is delicate work- its a privilege to see and visit these areas, not a right. please take care of the world around you whether youre very close or very far from home, okay?

[nickgerlich]

When The Beer Goes Flat

Nearly 10 months have passed since one of the biggest consumer boycotts began. It all started last April when AB InBev, maker of Bud Light, sent a one-off beer can to trans influencer Dylan Mulvaney bearing her likeness. It was posted to social media, and the sh*t storm followed in seconds.

There was no reeling in the social media tirade, no walking it back. At a time when the US had started to show signs of being more accepting of the L, G, and B, they just weren’t ready yet for the T. And for a prominent US brand to align itself with the T was a hard beer to swallow.

So the boycotting ensued. Now before we go too much farther, consumer boycotting has been a thing for many years, but even in the social media era, when word spreads like fire that just had a few gallons of accelerant poured on it, they were usually forgotten after about six months. People simply got on with their lives.

AB InBev, the Belgian-owned parent company, saw its stock plummet, as well as sales of Bud Light. While the company saw global revenues and profits increase in 2023, the opposite was true for the US. The brand simply has not recovered yet, in spite of efforts last fall to align itself with football, including the NFL, but also college football. Gen-Z students, you know, are far more accepting in matters of LGBTQ (all the letters).

I must note that this was not the first time that Bud Light had supported the LGBTQ community. For several years it produced rainbow-colored 16-ounce aluminum bottles, and has been associated with supportive events for 20 years. I don’t recall anyone flinching until last April.

So where did the boycotters go? They switched to Modelo Light, a Mexican lager. But here’s where the irony starts. Modelo is also owned by AB InBev. It’s just that when AB InBev purchased that brewery earlier this century, in order to satisfy the SEC in the US, they allowed Constellation Brands to do the importing, distribution, and marketing. While Constellation is certainly happy to have the additional sales, former Bud Light drinkers need to be aware that they are still feeding the beast they came to loathe.

And now we find ourselves staring down Super Bowl 58, and Bud Light—as well as Budweiser and Michelob Ultra—will make advertising appearances. AB InBev has been blowing and going ever since the controversial moment, as if nothing ever happened. And also of note, this is strictly a US matter. It elicited a big yawn elsewhere around the world.

AB InBev is confident that sales will recover, although the six-month rule is now in need of revision. This one clearly has been an exception. Furthermore, the attention it brought to LGBTQ issues then spread to June, otherwise known as Pride Month, and the activities that other companies were rolling out. Target in particular took a hit, and moved its Pride merchandise from front-of-store to other places farther back.

In terms of its stock price, it has recovered from most of its losses. Shares were trading in the mid-60s at the time the shock wave was felt, plummeted to about $52 later in the year, and then rose to $66 earlier this month. It now sits at $62.14 per share.

From a marketing perspective, the big takeaway is that the number one light beer in the US lost its crown, only to be replaced by the parent company’s other brand from Mexico. Furthermore, it was caused by public perception—or is it misperception?— of support for one letter of an acronym, demonstrating that when it comes to voting with your pocketbook, it may not just be about taste, but matters of the heart and mind.

Personally, I am not affected by any of this. I don’t consume Bud Light, Modelo, or any other AB InBev products, other than an occasional Hopadillo from its Karbach craft beer division. Otherwise, I shy away from mass-produced beers. But I couldn’t care less about who appears on a beer can, whether a one-off or one produced by the truckload. My value system is summarized in four words: Love all, serve all. Oh, and if I (or anyone else) doesn’t like what they’re seeing, look away.

But that’s just me, and apparently there are still many for whom this is a big deal. We’ll see if Bud Light is able to shake off the cobwebs on aging stacks of beer in stores.

Dr “I’ll Be Watching With A Cold One In Hand” Gerlich

Audio Blog

[terrible-super-mario-ideas]

Paper Mario: Sticker Star

Ok, so...I'm grateful for the submission (The truth is this is the first one I've received since starting the blog up again; every other submission has been in the inbox for years) but if I'm being honest, I knew this exact thing would come up when I first made the blog, and I didn't want it. That's what I had in mind when writing the third rule for submissions...

...But apparently back in 2021 I was not very good at rule writing, because even I have a hard time imagining someone figuring out that that's what it meant, and I'm the one who wrote it. I also maybe overestimated the blog's reach by thinking that kind of submission would cause discourse, but I feel the spirit behind the rule is the same. I've always hoped the blog can make people who love the Mario series laugh, and putting things on it that amount to "Thing = Bad" feels overplayed, and the negativity behind it is less fun than I'd like it to be.

Sorry to kinda hijack your submission, but on the one hand it wouldn't feel fair to just ignore it; I can't really fault you as the rule was poorly-worded (as well as hard to find due to how Tumblr formats blogs), though on the other if I just posted it as-is I worry I'd get more similar stuff. It also ultimately brought to my attention that I really need to rewrite the rules and pin them (which I'm working on right now), so I'm grateful for that as well. I'm still not too experienced with managing a blog like this, so I apologize for the confusion and the weirdness of this post.

[atmymercy]

Hi, how are you? I would like join your tarot especial!

Quote that reminds me of you:

Mostly because you generally give me the vibes of someone who does her best to look at the brighter side of situations and to keep going regardless of fear. Let me know how you feel about it tho lol I personally loved this quote and is often a great motivator for me :)

My question: what should I expect for my love life in the next 3 months?

Thank you so much for your attention, time and energy!

hello gsp! i'm pretty great! how about you?? and of course, you can! woot! let's do this!

awww thank you, honey! i really do try because honestly, i used to look into the darkness way too much! lolol but hell, it's right there! it's a bit hard to ignore, right?? lol plus we all have a dark side and i think when we neglect that darkness, it can become overwhelming. finding sweetness in all shades has really brought me a lot of triumphs! "i had to go through hell" lol thank you, spirit! yes! so yes! i think you got me good, honey! lol might as well grab what we can now because this moment shall never return! love it!

for you, i got the knight of cups (reversed), death (reversed) & the sun.

so your spirit guides are saying you will have some success in love within three months but only after you make some necessary changes, regarding yourself and how you view love. it would seem you are not acting in the most mature way when it comes to love. i'm hearing spirit is trying to send you options and love matches but you disregard them for sometimes petty reasons. or for reasons that of being immature when you are also showing some of these same shades. aka you don't like who we are sending you? well they're only sending those options become you continue to stay on this emotional maturity level rather than leveling up! you're ready to level up but you also know how much hard work it is! so you kind of want to drag your feet about it but your spirit guides are saying that all the "good men" have already been through these lessons too! so time to join them over there! lol your spirit guides are blunt right now!

hope you enjoyed it! please give feedback or buy me a coffee when you can! if you want to explore this further, please consider a private read as well. also thank you for sharing with me!♡

love & light!

-tea

as always, my rules & info are in my pinned post if you're interested in a reading of your own!

[conquiistador]

RULES.

Thank you for reading my rules! This post is meant to make my rules accessible for mobile users. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!

Do not approach Doflamingo if you are triggered by someone physically taking control of your muse.

THIS BLOG IS;

Independent | Multi-Verse | Multi-Fandom | Few-ship | OC-Friendly | Crossover-Friendly | Mutuals only | NSFW .

WHEN APPROACHING DOFLAMINGO;

Make sure you understand that Doflamingo is an incredibly strong individual (especially in his canon verse), and he's not going to go easy on your muse if your muse insults him | Doflamingo is a 10 feet (305cm) tall man, and it's very unlikely that your muse will tell him to ' get out of the way ', so please, just don't do this | Doflamingo is nothing short of a celebrity, and unless your muse has been living in a cave, they'll know who he is | If you are triggered by someone physically manipulating your muse, I suggest not approaching Doflamingo ( at least not in his canon verse ), I don't see him using his powers on your muse as godmodding | Doflamingo will and can kill your muse without hesitation or warning if provoked. |

VERSES;

See the ' verse ' page for verse information, or send me an ask/IMs if you have questions about them!

DUPLICATES / DOUBLES;

You write Doflamingo too? That's hella! Come to me and we'll do all the twin/clone/time-swap or WHATEVER AUs! Imagine the chaos two birds can make.

FOLLOWING;

I only follow roleplay blogs. | I typically don’t follow these type of blogs: blogs with no tag system, personal blogs, rp blogs who also work as a personal blog, blogs that don’t cut their posts, don’t-follow-me-if-you-interact-with-user-x blogs, blogs that posts drama/callouts. | I am selective when following underage mods.

PLEASE DON'T;

Godmod | Metamod | Hate | Involve me in drama | Continue asks as threads if we're not mutuals | Write me starters if we're not mutuals. | Push your headcanons about Doflamingo onto my portrayal - this is my take on Doflamingo, not yours.

TAGS & TRIGGERS;

I do my best to tag all triggers | Please tag your NSFW images | If you have something you want me to tag, feel free to ask.

SHIPPING;

Selective Few-ship | Ship-exclusive, though I don't demand/expect ship-exclusivity in return.

THREADS;

Open to all types | Prefers Multi-Para & Novella | Will rarely do one-liners | Will rarely write crack  | Fair warning - I am very slow with my replies | Replies are mostly queued.

MOD;

Toby | They&Them | 28yo | Taken | Norway | Mutuals may ask for discord | Bad at answering OOC messages | I can come off as strict but I swear I'm chill | Loves sailing | Find me over at my main blog; Nnoitra Gilga,