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the1975attheirverybest · 11 months ago

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Being Funny In A Foreign Language

Chapter 6- All I Need To Hear

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Warnings: mentions of smut

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Somewhere, in a tour bus, on a dark American highway, Matty stirred from a dreamless sleep.

He rubbed his eyes, turning to lay on his side. He the top of his duvet was cold. He shimmied his way out of cocoon that he’d created in his sleep, his feet finally touching the floor. He stood there for a moment, wondering if he should run into the restroom first or have coffee….coffee won.

“Yo,” he attempted, but his voice was too low. Mark noticed him anyway.

“You’re awake!”

“And you….are….for some reason?” Matty scratched his head, his eyes squinting to adjust to the bright light outside of his bedroom.

“Just couldn’t sleep.” Mark shrugged.

“Right. Sorry, you always say you have a hard time with the movement.” Matty cocked his head. “It’s why you should try drugs.”

Mark chuckled. “I think I’ll stick to my herbal tea. Thanks.”

Matty threw himself down on the couch, laying his head back and closing his eyes. “Fuckkkkk” he groaned. “Think I’m still asleep, actually.”

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, but I’ll get it. Maybe. In a moment. Once my legs have woken up properly.”

Mark smiled, disregarding Matty’s words, he stood up and poured him a cup of coffee. Peaking in the small fridge for a moment, “you hungry?”

“You don’t have to take care of-“

“So that’s a yes then. Is toast alright? Who am I asking…you like anything to do with bread…”

Matty smiled, touched by how well Mark knew him. He peaked out the blinds, into the pitch black of night.

“Where are we?”

Mark stopped buttering the piece of bread in his hand and flicked his wrist. “Interstate.”

“Which one?”

“I75”

“So…." Matty tried to guess the schedule “we’re on our way to Charlotte?”

“Columbus, Ohio.”

“Oh. Yeah. Right. Ohio.”

“Eat.” Mark handed him his coffee and piece of toast.

“Thanks, man.”

Matty ate in silence, listening to the sounds of his own chewing, and evading Mark’s curious gaze. He knew Mark had something on his mind. He also had an idea of what it might be.

“What?!” Matty eventually said, swallowing dry.

“I haven’t said anything.”

“But you want to. So, just- go- ahead and say it!”

“Alright.” Mark inched closer towards him, clearing his throat and looking directly into Matty’s eyes. “How are you?”

Fuck. A loaded question. Matty found it impossible to look away, now that Mark had locked eyes on him. He couldn’t lie. It’s all over his face. So; instead, he shrugged, picking up his coffee mug and sipping on it, just to have something to bust himself with.

Mark said absolutely nothing, simply continuing to look into Matty’s eyes with a gentle smile.

The silence was unbearable, Matty eventually spoke just to make it stop. “I’m- im….fine. You know. I’m always fine. It’s all good.”

He pushed the plate away from him, then spoke again. “Am I- like- feeling the best I’ve ever felt? No. But- you know. What about it? It’s not like I’m fuckin suicidal or anything….and, I’m happy the boys have all got places to be and all that cuz….could you imagine if the whole band was getting all this…’backlash’? I don’t even like that word ‘backlash.’”

Matty paused to catch his breath. His own words sinking into his mind. “But yeah…it does feel a bit odd. There’s a lot happening….of course, they know. George’s been texting me. You wanna see the memes?” Matty giggled, recalling their latest text exchange. “I’ll go get my phone.”

Matty reached for his phone at the charging station, plopping down on the bed, scrolling through several unread messages from a variety of friends and acquaintances to get to George’s name. His finger hover over Amelia’s name for a moment. He opened their text chain and typed a quick “hiya. Checking in. You left before we could talk about things. Wanted to make sure you’re feeling okay about it all 😊” he sighed, reading his own words back, he felt gross. Perhaps he could rephrase things? He thought about it for a quick second and replaced the emoji with a “xx.” Then, rethinking it again, he deleted the “xx” and ended the text with a full stop. He sat there, staring at the “send” button. Why hasn’t she checked in with him though? His mind couldn’t help but go over every single torturous detail of the last time that he’d seen her. Had he done anything wrong? Had he failed to make her happy? To follow her orders? He was a bit too stubborn with his begging when she told him she didn’t want him cumming. Did she not want him to? Did he break the rules? The entire night played in his head on a loop. He remembered every moment. Her hitting his face, repeatedly. Him feeling it everywhere, from his what to his toes, begging for more. Being on his knees. Her sweet touch on his pulsing, red face. Her fingers in his mouth, on his crotch, her expression of concern once he’d lost balance and landed on the floor after she withdrew her hand. Though she sounded concerned, she still chose to pick his head off the floor by the roots of his hair. Something about that combination excited him immensely. Still, if he was being honest with himself, he kind of hoped she’d lean down and kiss him. Or say something to indicate that she knew how badly he wanted her. But she didn’t.

The pain was good. Him ending up naked and at her mercy wasn’t where he thought the night would go. But he did push her buttons. It hurt so much. And it felt so good. He loved it. Loved feeling that burning on his skin and knowing that she was the cause of it. But he wished he knew if she liked it too. The entire time, he longed to hear a word of encouragement from her. He recalls her pausing to give his cheek a quick kiss once he’d offered to count. She did actually tell him he was doing good. But how sincere was she? Was it just a platitude? Like a “thanks” you say when someone hands you the tv remote or asks if you want anything from the store? Did she know that he liked taking the pain for her? To please her? To show her that he would do anything for her ? Surely she would have said something if she’d appreciated his suffering. Once they’d stopped, he was sure she’d scoop him up in her arms and tell him how good he’d been for her. That she was happy he’d done as she’d told him. Maybe make him promise to try to eat better tomorrow. Or give him the chance to apologize better. Sure, she’d helped clean him up afterwards, but that’s the bare minimum. She did let him cling to her and bury his face in her for a bit. But he’d wanted more. Was he greedy for wishing that he could lay on top of her or be enveloped by her or feel her skin directly on his? She does have a boyfriend. One that she’d offered to break up with. He was the one to stop her. He told her not to. It’s selfish, but, that night, he really wished that she hadn’t left him alone in the room. He needed her so much. He still does. They did have sex, so, isn’t it arbitrary to draw the line at staying afterwards? Or did they even have sex? She whipped him bloody and then held his hand as he experienced his first orgasm in a long time. And then he cried like an idiot. Does that even count as sex? Fuck. The most sexual contact he’s getting these days and he’s not even sure if it really is sexual contact. What has become of him?

The welts on his ass, sending pain through him every time that he sat down or moved a bit too quickly, were a constant reminder of his failure to make her happy. she hadn’t even called or texted to ask if he was healing up nicely or if he needed anything. Where had he gone wrong? Should he have offered to get her off after? Perhaps. It wasn’t fair that she never got to cum. He just didn’t have the foresight to think in that moment. He wasn’t sure his brain was functioning at all. Everything was fuzzy and unclear. Yet again, his thoughtlessness had let her down. Even when he was doing all this for her, he still managed to make the experience about himself and his pleasure. He hadn’t meant to. It was all supposed to be for her. But somehow he got it wrong.

He deleted the text that he’d been composing, replacing it with a new one. “I’m so sorry, Amelia.” Sorry for what? Sorry is what you say if you accidentally bump into someone or if you reach for their spoon at a restaurant. What kind of words could he use for being a useless human being? What gives him the right to even reach out? Clearly, she hasn’t messaged him because she didn’t want to hear from him. He shouldn’t bother her or remind her of what a disappointment he’s been. He deleted the apology and swiped out of the text chain, finally finding George’s name.

“Okay; here it is.” He stood in the doorway, choosing a selection of texts to show to Mark.

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Three hours behind, in Los Angeles, Amelia struggled to fall asleep in the plush hotel bed that she shared with Joshua. She couldn’t stop seeing Matty every time that her eyes closed. She’d left him crying, in bed, in nothing but his underwear. After inflecting a disorienting amount of pain on his already exhausted body. At the time, it felt like the right thing to do. He asked for it, even. Thanked her for it. He looked so beautiful wincing and smiling every time she’d hit him. He’d say ‘thank you’ and beg for more, unprompted. The dazed look in his eyes was clear proof that he wanted it just as much as she did. Though it broke her heart that he was all too eager to be punished, he’d been stoic and brave about it. Still, it was the thing that finally made him cum, so it couldn’t have been bad, right? Her heart shattered into pieces at the memory of his pained cries. He was overwhelmed. Scared to even experience pleasure. She couldn’t forget the way he’d helplessly squeezed her hand. As if begging for her to intervene. To implore his body to be less cruel on him. She wished she could help him but she didn’t know how. Did she have the power to slow things down? To heighten the pleasure and lessen the pain ? Shouldnt she know if that’s a power that she posses or not? Had she taken on a role that she’s woefully unprepared for?

she wondered if she’d gone too far. If he’d only gone along with it to make her happy. If she should’ve been gentler, slower. She remembers being on the receiving end of things like this. She never did it just to make Matty happy, though the knowledge that it pleased and amused him to hear her whimper and beg always made her excited to partake. She had no idea if he felt the same though; it never occurred to her to ask. She felt around the nightstand, in the dark, for her phone. The screen lit up, she checked it for any messages from him but there was nothing. She wished he were here right now. Wondered how he’s been doing since she’d left to get to this exhibit. Has he been eating? Sleeping? Is he feeling excited about seeing the boys again soon? About getting back onstage after a small break? He always had has smile on his face whenever he is up there. She’d missed that smile. All she could hope for was that doing his job would remind him that he wasn’t alone, that people all over the world love him, and that things do get better.

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isawken · 1 year ago

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haha heyyyyy jesties

this year has been rough stuff. and the problem is nothing life shattering has happened so i don’t even get to have a spectacular mental breakdown. it’s just been a lot of grind and disappointment and struggle to keep up or have any energy to do anything other than the bare minimum. to everyone who reached out to me with love or kindness or memes and waited weeks or more for a response i love you. and i’m so sorry for my total absence of personhood. i’ve never gotten a dm even if it’s just a silly post and an “i thought of you” that i didn’t like. and your patience with me is appreciated more than you know.

i have some stuff i want to work on. some hobbies i want to pick up again. some friendships i want to recultivate. some pieces of my life i want to try to rekindle. i used to have so much creative energy and impulse. did you know i used to make zines? i fuckin loved making zines. the tactile experience of cutting up thick paper and punching holes and using thread to bind em and filling it with vague thoughts and little collages and splashes of acrylic paint. that shit ruled. about a month ago i tried making one for the first time in years. i cut up some old paper and dusted off the ol' hole punch. this time instead of my usual embroidery thread i used necklace chain to bind it. i was proud of that idea. when it came time to put stuff in it i choked. i had no creative thought. i forced myself to cover the first page with orange and yellow crayola markers. but that was it. i had nothing other than that. just hasty sloppy color thoughtlessly and restlessly thrown down. a dull background promised to a more interesting foreground that never came.

that shit did not rule.

in 1883 in pecos texas the first recorded rodeo takes place. in 2001 rob smets attends the PBR world finals in jeans and a sports jersey bearing sponsor logos. in 1780 joseph grimaldi makes his stage debut at 2 years old at london’s famed drury lane. in the many, many years before any white person ever laid eyes on it, a man in what you’d now call northern arizona paints his body in black and white stripes and puts corn husks in his hair. in 1557 ivan the terrible acts as pallbearer to a man who walked naked in the streets of moscow, even in the dead of winter. 1568 the gelosi acting company coalesces in italy to perform the hot new style of live improv entertainment. in 2017 the ringling bro’s circus performs its last show, 146 years after the titular brothers first formed it. all of these moments (and more!) live in my head rolling around like marbles and one day i’ll tell you all why.

i’ve been on mood stabilizers for so long it’s hard for me to tell if this has just been a really long depressive swing or if this is just how i am now. if this is just what getting older is like. i don’t really think it is. i am like 90% sure this will not last. but the two questions that follow are always 1. how do i get out of it, and 2. what if it is tho xD?

i recently went down to southeastern ohio to visit my family. went up the mountain at 1 am saturday night to help my gramma grab the 8 year old boy she’s been helping to take care of from his strung out mother. the next day i saw my various other relations, aunts and cousins however many times removed. i hung out with my second cousin. same age as me, with two twin girls, 4 years old. she’s a great mom. and enjoys it, too. got a decent husband with a good job. obviously i don’t know her struggles. not like we talk often. but she seemed overall pleased when she spoke about her life. i told her about my work from home job and my loving partner of 8 years and my plans for the future. she told me i was living the dream. and like. i kind of am. so why do i wake up every morning in various states of hangover (it's the mental illness)

i live in one of the cloudiest cities in these united states. my house is about 500 square feet. it’s dark at 5pm now. i already miss the sun. i want to get sunburned again. i want to be sweaty. i want to put talcum powder in my skort. i want to get through this winter without having to rub snow on my face to stave off more serious impulses. i want to check the 5 items off my to do list.

all of my want is like a song stuck in my head.

i miss that stickbug meme

i should dress up like a clown again

maybe tomorrow i’ll just lay under my weighted blanket for 5 hours

or maybe i’ll actually do something i like to do and feel good and real and human about it. who knows. only time will tell. and in the meantime. thanks if you read this <3

#hi and welcome to my bi-yearly Personal Rambling Long Post #a serious big fr thank u to those of you who are patient when i dont respond for long stretches of time. it means the world to me :o)

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alfiebungo · 5 months ago

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Every gooner in Ohio liked rizzmas a lot…

But the freak, who lived just north of ohio did NOT!

The freak hated rizzmas! The whole rizzmas season!

Now, please don’t ask why, no one quite knows the reason.

It could be that, his face was quite uncanny

It could be, perhaps, among us killed his granny.

But I think that the most likely reason of all,

May have been that his GYATT was two sizes too small.

Whatever the reason, His Gyatt, or that Tune.

He stood there on Rizzmas Eve, hating the Goons,

Staring down from his Pizza Tower, peering out of his gate,

At the Fanum-Taxed windows below in their state.

"Tomorrow is Rizzmas! It's practically here!"

Then he growled, with his Freak-lips angrily cussin’,

"I MUST find some way to stop Rizzmas from Bussin!"

For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Gooner girls and boys,

Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their pronouns, what a sick joke!

And then! Oh, the Woke! Oh, the Woke! Woke! Woke! Woke!

That's one thing he hated! The WOKE!

WOKE! WOKE! WOKE!

Then all the Gooners, the young and the old, would stand flat on thier feet.

And they'd Xeet! And they'd Xeet! And they'd XEET!

XEET! XEET! XEET!

They would Xeet about ishowspeed, Kai Cenat, and Mr. Beast.

Who was a person the Freak couldn't stand in the least!

And THEN They'd do something he liked least of all!

Every Gooner in Ohio, the tall and the small,

Would stand close together, and come to a close.

They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Gooners would eat ass and suck toes!

And they'd edge! and they'd edge!

And they edge!

EDGE! EDGE! EDGE!

And the more the Freak thought of this whole edging display.

The more the Freak thought, "I must end this whole day!"

"Why, for 97 years I've put up with it now!"

"I MUST stop this Rizzmas from bussin! But HOW?

Then he got an idea! A sigma idea!

THE FREAK GOT A WONDERFUL, SIGMA IDEA!

"I know just what to do!" The Freak laughed in his throat.

And he made a quick Rizzler hat and a coat.

And he rizzed, and he tweaked, "What a great Freaky trick!"

"With this coat and this hat, I’ll eat ass and suck dick!"

"All I need is a Pomni..." The Freak looked around.

But, since Pomnis are scarce, there was none to be found.

Did that stop the old Freak? No! The Freak simply said,

"If I can't find a Pomni, I'll cook one instead"

So he called his dog, Bluey. Then he took some red thread,

And he tied a big jester hat on the top of her head.

Then he loaded some upvotes and rexeets and stuck it with gluey,

On an old-fashioned Cybertruck and he hitched up old Bluey.

Then the Freak said, "Bazinga!" And the truck started down,

Toward the homes where the Gooners lay asnooze in their town.

All their windows were Canny. Based snow filled the air.

All the Gooners were watching Dream speedruns without care.

When he came to the first little clubhouse on the square.

"This is stop number one," the old Freaky Bruh mewed,

And he climbed to the roof, in a quite kino mood.

Then he rizzed down the chimney, and it started to creak.

But, if Rizzler could do it, then so could the Freak.

He got stuck only once, he felt like his rent was due.

Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.

Where the little Gooner’s dingalings, all hung in a row.

"These dingalings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"

Then he snatched all their memes, with a smile most uncanny,

Around the whole room, every nook, every cranny!

Jumbo Josh! And Dirk Dinkum! Bendy! Ai Art!

Hello Neighbor! Wega! Huggy Wuggy! And even Bowser Fart.

And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Freak, very nimbly,

Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!

Then he slunk to the Xitter. He took the Goons' Xeets!

He took the hot takes! He took the clubhouse that happened to be Pete’s!

He cleaned out that Xitter in a large puff of smoke.

Why, that Freak even took their last can of old-fashioned coke!

Then he stuffed all the Reddit Gold up the chimney with glee.

"And NOW!" grinned the Freak, "I will stuff up the Skibidi!"

And the Freak grabbed the Toilet, and pushed until then,

He heard a small sound like the no of an old talking Ben.

He turned around fast, and he saw a small Goon!

Little Cindy-Loon Goon, who was roughly as Woke as a Stonetoss cartoon.

The Freak had been caught by this gooner snowflake,

Who'd got out of bed for a cold Grimace shake.

She stared at the Grinch and said, "Mr. Rizzler, why,”

"Why are you taking our Skibidi? WHY?"

But, you know, that old Freak was so based and so slick,

He thought up a cap, and he thought it up quick!

"Why, my retro little tot," the fake Rizzler lied

"The Skibidi in this toilet has a small Pibby Glitch inside"

"So I'm taking it home to my Digital Circus asap."

"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back, no-cap."

And his lie fooled the gooner. Then he tweaked on her head,

And he got her some lean and he sent her to bed

And when CindyLoon Goon went to bed with her cup,

He went to the chimney and stuffed the toilet up!

Then the last thing he took was the ketchup for their fries!

Then he went up the chimney, himself, and cut ties.

On their walls he left nothing but some old xitter bot replies.

And the one speck of Rizz that he left in the clubhouse,

Was a Pingas that was too small for even Mortimer Mouse.

Then he did the same thing to other Gooner’s houses

Leaving Pingas much too small For the other Gooner’s mouses!

It was quarter past dawn... All the Goons, still a-bed,

All the Goons, still asnooze When he packed up his Truck,

Packed it up with their Chungus! The Banban! The Max Design Pro!

The Imposter! the Pomni! And the Gadagdegdagdago!

Sixty-nine thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Pumpit

He rode with his load to the tip-top to dump it!

"Boo hoo to the Goons!" he was Freakishly cussin’.

"They're finding out now that no Rizzmas is bussin!"

"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!"

"Their mouths will hang open like an unattached lid,

Then the Gooners in Ohio will all shout “This is Mid”!

"That's a noise," grinned the Freak, "That I simply MUST hear!"

So he paused. And the Freak put his hand to his ear.

And he did hear a sound rising over the peak.

It started in low. Then it started to tweak.

But the sound wasn't mid! Why, this sound sounded sussy!

It couldn't be so! But it WAS sussy! AMONGUSSY!

He stared down at Ohio! The Freak bulged his eyes!

Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking suprised!

Every Gooner in Ohio, the tall and the small,

Was Edging! Without any memes at all!

He HADN'T stopped Rizzmas from Bussin! IT BUSSED!

Somehow or other, it Bussed just becuss!

And the Freak, with his Freak-toes ice-cold in the snow,

Stood rizzaling and rizzaling: "How could it be so?"

"It came without Banban! It came with no stare"

"It came without Baldi, Pibby, or Freddy Fazbear!"

And he puzzled FOUR HOURS, till his Freaky gyatt was sore.

Then the Freak thought of something he hadn't before!

"Maybe Rizzmas," he thought, "doesn't give people Ligma."

"Maybe Rizzmas...perhaps… is a little bit Sigma!"

And what happened then? Well...in Ohio they say,

That the Freak's small Gyatt grew 420 sizes that day!

And the minute his Gyatt didn't feel quite so tight,

He rizzed with his load through the canny morning light,

And he tweaked back the toys! And the Gooners shouted Hoorey!

And he, HE HIMSELF! The Freak served his coke the old-fashioned way

claws at muy skun QUIEF GTHUS

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kyrenn · 8 months ago

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everything you need to know about kyrenn

✰ names ; kyren / moth

✰ nicknames ; puppy / tiny / mothy

✰ age ; 21 years old

✰ gender ; nonbinary, masc-leaning + xenogenders

✰ pronouns ; they / them + neopronouns

✰ sexuality ; bisexual / biromantic / polyamorous

✰ relationship ; 04 • 01 • 22 / sky <3

✰ location ; stuck in ohio </3

✰ likes ; roleplaying, art ( @renrenditions ), strawberry milk, writing ( @rensworddump ), ferrets, raccoons, opossums, rats, and cosplay

✰ dislikes ; loud noises, chocolate milk, bigots, vacuums, eggs, and chicken

✰ fandoms ; creepypasta, steven universe, adventure time, call of duty, fallout

✰ special interests ; supernatural, south park, eminem

✰ extra ; i don’t have an actual DNI, so just basic criteria there (homophobes, racists, etc). any age can interact publicly, but would prefer only people 17+ reach out privately— exception being any mutuals! i have autism and BPD, so i may make jokes about that? uh, i’m not sure what else to add here. i love my mutuals dearly and if anyone ever wants to roleplay just message me!! might be updated but, tags I’ll use are;

random / personal posts - kyrennrambles

non-meme photos - kyrennshares

reblogs - kyrennreblogs

replies to asks - kyrennanswers

#intro post #idk what to tag this as #kyrennrambles #looking for moots #looking for friends

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vicvinegarandhughhoney · 1 year ago

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Carry Me Home- Prompt: Bridal Carry, Jack Griffin

Requested by @chipadip

Jack doesn't like chaperoning field trips, but unfortunately this was one he couldn't claw his way out of. Perhaps he would have tried harder if he'd known it would end with Helen Henry Demarcus carrying him through the forest.

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By now, Jack really ought to know that things don’t go his way- not even, apparently, a simple fucking field trip.

When Durbin first broached the idea during an impromptu staff meeting in the break room, Jack hadn’t even thought he would be coming on the damn thing. After all, he’s a part time teacher who, let’s be honest, doesn’t even do that. He spends his lessons napping or planning revenge missions against those who’ve wronged him instead of educating his students, and he’s almost certain everybody in the entire school knows that. Why would anybody consider asking him to supervise on a trip outside school grounds when he can’t even be bothered to supervise on school grounds?

But of course, he’d been added to a goddamn email chain about the trip which Dave- avid nature lover, and the reason the trip’s even happening in the first place- started using as a free space to display photos of squirrels and memes of cats hanging from trees captioned ‘hang in there!” (all of which were liked by Helen) to the point that Jack had to switch his phone to ‘do not disturb’ mode in order to escape the constant stream of notifications. Of course, this naturally meant that his inevitable insistences that really, he wasn’t interested in chaperoning an outing to Wildwood Preserve were buried beneath pages upon pages of junk emails, and consequently ignored. He didn’t have a chance at escaping it.

As they pull up to the parking lot of the preserve, Jack suppresses a sigh at the way Dave immediately stands up to deliver a speech about the trip. He clearly thinks himself the Bear Grylls of Toledo, Ohio.

Lynette shoots Jack an amused glance from across the coach, and he smirks back. Clearly, she’s thinking the same.

Dave’s authoritarian regime continues way past this, though, and no sooner has Jack stepped off the coach than he’s being ushered towards ‘his group’. Well, not exactly. ‘His and Helen’s group’. Jack’s not sure exactly what he’s done to be punished like this, but before he can attempt to protest his placement with the most insufferable woman in all of Toledo, Dave is shooing the group- also including Sarika and Marcus as extra punishment- towards the woods and telling the students to document all of the plant life they see.

Fantastic. As if this trip couldn’t get any more boring.

Jack decides the best thing to do is just bite the bullet, shoving his hands in his pockets and giving Lynette a pleading look as he trails behind the group, Helen nattering incessantly in his ear.

“Y’know, it’s been yonks since I came out here- well, not came out here, I did that during my sixth grade dance recital. Did I tell you about that one? Ah, I probably have but I’ll tell y’again anyway. It was a cold and dark evening on the 28th May 1975...”

Jack inhales. It’s going to be a long, long day.

By the time Jack emerges from his haze of daydreaming, it’s already been a couple of hours. He’s leaning against a tree, arms crossed against his chest, watching lazily as the students around him pick about in the undergrowth for plants to take pictures of and wondering all the while how this can really constitute education. Sure, Whitlock wasn’t exactly high brow when he was in attendance, but at least he never had trips dedicated solely to yard work.

His phone pings.

Chair thief: U bored yet? Bcos I sure am

He grins.

Bored out of my mind. The only thing I’m glad about is that Helen’s decided to start haranguing the kids instead of me.

As if to check, he glances upwards, and is unsurprised to find her stood beside a crouched Sarika. He’s too far away to make out exactly what she’s saying, but judging by the ‘kill me now’ expression on Sarika’s face, it isn’t exactly titillating conversation.

When he looks down, another message pops up.

Chair thief: Does that count as child abuse? I think maybe you should step in, Jack.

And risk transferring her talk onto me? No way, Lyns.

He presses send with a satisfied smirk that quickly fades away as soon as a red error message appears below the text. Undelivered.

Oh, for fu-

Sighing through gritted teeth, he holds his phone aloft, waiting for the signal to repair itself. It doesn’t, of course. All it accomplishes is making him look like an idiot. Okay, you wanna play this game, phone? Fine.

He starts to wander from the clearing, still keeping his eyes fixed on the screen. Any minute now and it’ll send. Any minute now. Any... minute...

A little wheel jumps up on screen, and Jack’s so triumphant he doesn’t notice the log in front of him, his foot slamming against it the second the message finally sends. He howls out in pain, yanking his leg upwards, only to teeter right over the log anyway, landing in a crumpled mess in the leaves on the other side.

His cheeks blaze with embarrassment, but he manages to sit up, glancing around to see if he’s caught the attention of anybody. At first, it appears he escaped without consequence. But then...

“Oh, Jack, there you are! I heard ya screaming like a tomcat in a bag! You okay?”

He half-groans as Helen emerges from the trees, waddling towards him at high speed.

“I’m fine, Helen. I just-“

When he splays his fingers against the ground and tries to pull himself up, though, he’s met with an immediate wave of pain from his ankle.

“Oh, Christ. Fuck, that hurts.”

He looks down and is just a little nauseated at the sight of a bruise beginning to form on the joint. The swelling that’s starting to encase it. He hazards another small movement, grimacing and squeezing his eyes shut as it elicits the same shooting pain up his leg. He’s definitely rolled his ankle.

“Ooh. That looks nasty.”

His eyes spring open to find Helen crouched at his side, and just as his lips move to tell her not to touch it, she’s pressing a finger right against his ankle so hard he has to bite his lip not to scream. Even so, he’s pretty sure a small whimper escapes. And... ooh, he really isn’t feeling so great all of a sudden. He’s a little dizzy. Lightheaded.

“C’mon, you gotta get back to the coach- Ralph made sure we were bringing a first aid kit, because you just know how prepared he is. I mean, one time we were out for this teacher training day, and I slipped on a banana peel, right like in the movies, and Ralph-“

“Helen.” Jack grits out, eyes blazing with frustration.

“Right. Yes. Onto the task at hand. Can ya walk?”

He nods fiercely, but the moment he attempts to stand again, that same flaring pain sends him sitting back down again, blinking through spots in his vision. Reluctantly, he shakes his head.

“N-no. Don’t think I can.”

Helen smiles. A worrying sign, by all accounts. “Well, that’s just fine! Let me give you a hand.”

Jack sighs, almost ready to thank her, but instead of simply offering him some help getting up, she reaches her left arm below his knees and her right at his back, and lifts him off the ground.

“WOAH! Christ, Helen, I don’t need-“

Cheeks rouging (something he’s not entirely frustrated about considering how faint he was feeling a second ago) and stomach lurching, Jack yelps as she takes a step forward, his arms leaping around her neck to keep himself from falling. Oh no. No no no no no no no. This is not happening.

Except it is, and soon Helen is emerging into the clearing where all of his students are picking at dead leaves, immediately announcing Jack’s injury to all of them while they stand and watch, flabbergasted. Sarika has the nerve to smirk, folding her arms as he clings on to Helen like a stupid fucking spider monkey, the blazing heat he can feel in his face informing him that he definitely looks as embarrassed as he feels.

“Alright, out the way, gotta get Mr Griffin back to the coach!”

His students part like the goddamn red sea, and he wishes he were crossing an ocean so he could slip free from Helen’s grasp to drown instead. Aware that if he lets himself fall, he’ll be in for a world of pain, though, he instead opts just to squeeze his eyes shut and wait for safety.

He knows the moment he’s close to the coach when he hears the astonished laughter of someone familiar.

“Oh my God.”

“Shut up.” He murmurs to Lynette, mortification reaching an extreme.

“What happened?” she chuckles.

Helen helpfully (or not so helpfully) answers for him.

“Oh, he just tripped over a twig- it’s fine.”

Jack opens his eyes to level a glare at her, even as his arms remain hooked around her neck. “Wasn’t- wasn’t a goddamn t-twig, Helen. It was a l-log.”

“Pfft. Twig, log. Same thing.”

Lynette grins. “It was definitely a twig.”

Dave, walking out from a different patch of the woods, frowns when he sees the commotion.

“Oh, gee, did someone hurt themselves out in the wilderness? Let me go fetch the first aid kit.”

Jack swallows. No. No. Anyone but him, please.

Lynette, thankfully, rolls her eyes and addresses Dave. “It’s alright. I’ve got this one. Besides, you’ve got to keep an eye on the whole trip, right?”

Dave hums thoughtfully. “Yeah. I s’pose you’re right... Just... just walkie me if you need to.” He gestures to a device strapped to his belt, because of course he’s keeping his on there like he’s a cop, while Jack’s is shoved somewhere in his pocket where it’s been buzzing annoyingly for the past few hours.

“’Course. Will do.”

Helen sighs. “Right, then. Let’s get you back on the coach, and I’ll let the lovely Miss Hofstadter do the rest.”

Jack barely contains his smile when at last he’s placed down on one of the seats, and Helen disappears, leaving only him and...

“Hiya, Lyns.” He murmurs, leaning back. His cheeks are still flushed, but not from embarrassment this time.

Sliding into the seat next to him, Lynette places the first aid kit on her lap. Her eyes twinkle playfukly when they meet his.

“You really were bored, huh? Gave yourself a life-threatening twig injury just to get away and see me?”

He sweeps a quick glance outside to make sure they’re quite alone- they are- then turns back to her, leaning in until his breaths are ghosting her cheek.

“Life-threatening log injury, actually.” He purrs.

“Oh, right... My mistake...”

And when he closes the gap, his lips meeting hers, Jack doesn’t care anymore that he’s in excruciating pain. That he’s probably going to walk with a House-level limp until his ankle heals properly. That the stories of Helen carrying him through the forest are undoubtedly going to circulate like wildfire.

All he cares about is her.

#bad things happen bingo #ap bio #ap bio nbc #jacklynette #jack griffin

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msm-tsotmw · 2 years ago

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its been uhhh

some time ig

oh look pompoms coming

Hey , Mammott ! I Brought Some Pizza For You ! A Clamble Was Kind Enough To Share Some :)

ey thanks

Also , Have You Seen Furcorn Anywhere ? I Know They Said They Were Going To Go Meet Kayna , But I Haven’t Seen Them Since …

i havent seen them in a while either

its getting kinda concerning

… Hey , Are Those Furcorn’s Footprints ?

(PomPom and Mammott observe footprints in Tribal Island’s grass similar in size and shape to Furcorn’s. One of them looks different from the other due to Furcorn’s prosthetic leg.)

wait those ARE their footprints

Let’s Go Follow Them ! Maybe Furcorn Left Without Us …

(PomPom and Mammott follow the trail of footprints to the mushroom in front of the middle of Tribal Island’s tree, where it seems to have been moved slightly.)

Huh . Strange . Do You Think We Should Try To Move The Mushroom ?

yea

leave it to me

You Sure ?

mhm

(Mammott tries to move the mushroom by himself but fails.)

nvm this shit heavy

mind lending me a hand

i mean plume

Sure !

(Both PomPom and Mammott successfully move the mushroom, leading to a formerly hidden entrance.)

Woah … Do You Think They Went In Here ?

yeah i think

I’ll Go Check If It’s Dangerous .

(PomPom grabs a flashlight hidden in her poofy-ass ponytails, switches it on, and explores the entrance to a hidden cave.)

Are These … Paintings ?

(PomPom observes a painting of a creature similar to her, albeit much smaller and sitting down. Looks like a kid.)

Hey , This Looks Like Sooza !

And That One Looks Like Mammott…

That One’s T-Rox…

(PomPom stumbles across a painting of a slim, candle-like figure.)

Huh ?

*thump*

AH !

Wait … Mammott ? I Didn’t Even Come Out To Say It Was Safe Yet !

uhhhhh i was just curious and a little bit worried if youd come out alive so i figured id come in

Hey , No Need To Worry ! I Can Handle This Myse-

(The flashlight suddenly fucking dies like the Ohio meme.)

… Huh ?! The Flashlight Is Dead !!

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK

Hey , Language ! Uhm , I’ll Try To Figure This Out Myself .

(PomPom desperately rummages through her ponytails for something, ANYTHING, but finds nothing.)

Shoot .

well were fucked

(Mammott tries to walk forward, but trips and nearly falls into some kind of hole.)

AUGH

MAMMOTT ! HOLD ON !

(Mammott grabs onto PomPom’s plume, but its fluffiness causes them to lose grip easily, sending both PomPom and Mammott into some kind of hole/pit thing or whatever.)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

————To Be Continued————

fuck you (leaves you on a cliffhanger and doesn’t post until tomorrow afternoon bcs school)

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

#msm #my singing monsters #msm au #my singing monsters au #pompom #pompom msm #mammott #mammott msm

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nanitheboi · 1 year ago

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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals (not a 15 Mutual haver)

Tagged by >> @kittymewmyu (thank you my friend)

Were you named after anyone? Yeah, my father.

When was the last time you cried? Give it a few months ago

Do you have kids? Nope

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Occasionally but I try to not use it very much

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their Tone

What’s your eye color? Brown

Scary movies or happy endings? I like a bit of both but overall probably scary movies

Any special talents? None I could think of

Where were you born? That one state that gets memed on for being cursed called Ohio (by the by, those memes aren’t incorrect, the demon that haunts any hallways I enter can vouch for that)

What are your hobbies? Gaming, drawing & reading

Have any pets? Yep, a Yorkshire Terrier named Ari, she’s a pain but I love her

What sports do you/have you played? Tennis & Badminton being the primary ones that I enjoy

How tall are you? 5,5

Favorite subject in school? ELA

Dream Job? Engineering

dunno who to tag so THIS CHAIN ENDS WITH ME (jk, if i think of anyone I’ll edit it)

#nani ranting like the idiot he is #15 questions 15 mutuals

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dedmar · 7 months ago

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Like we all meme on Ohio but

ppl are so much more patient there. There are freeway on ramps. The toll roads are clearly marked. It’s not congested to hell. People don’t honk IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE LIGHT TURNS GREEN. IM ALREADY ACCELERATING WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME! people don’t cuss you out for looking at them the wrong way. The traffic is manageable.

like Ohio is corn but in Ohio I can have neon hair and piercings and no one bats an eye. It’s not perfect but I’ll go to the mat for Ohio over this place.

NJ feels like a NY wannabe without the charm. (I’m in Secaucus specifically so it basically IS knockoff NY. It’s “I work in NY but live in the suburbs”

when someone cusses me out in the big apple, it’s charming because it’s NYC and it’s like A Thing and you’re like “wow the culture!”

and then you’re in Secaucus at a target and someone is screaming at another person over a shopping cart and you feel like driving 9 hours home immediately

New Jersey is such a shithole and I’m mad about it. everyone here is mean, the road signs are incomprehensible at best. They don’t have FREEWAY ON RAMPS, you just GUN IT AND HOPE FOR THE BEST. everyone is such a bitch, they all wear black. I haven’t seen one person here with piercings or dyed hair or anything l. They all wear plain clothes or business casual, even to target. I need out of this state immediately. I almost got lost on the turnpike and had half a mind to just bail and drive home LMFAO New Jersey sucks ass

This state has a depressing miasma. 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 NJ H8R 4 LYFR

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joe9cool · 2 years ago

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Collide-Justin Herbert-15

A/N. Before this chapter starts I want to say I only own my Characters. The LA Chargers, their employees are real people. The gossip is for storylines only. I don't know their stories in reality. This is my story and doesn't reflect their real lives. Thank you.

Sara woke up the next morning in a good mood. Justin's room was very comfortable, his bed was better. Maybe it was the fact that they were in Oregon, away from the harsh reality of the spotlight, or the fact that the two have made major progress in their relationship. Truth be told she was a little worried how his family would perceive her. But it seemed the Herbert's loved her, and she did as well. It was 8:00am, and Sara assumed that Justin would be at the facilities right now.

However, she heard music, and it was playing softly, but as she got out of bed and began heading towards the main room it became louder, and she realized it was coming from the basement. She took two steps downstairs, enough so he wouldn't see it but the music was easy to make out

She should me what love is

Now I'm acting like I know myself

In case you didn't notice

I'd go blind just to see you

I'd go far just to have you near.

It was the new 1975 song 'happiness' She had played in the car sometime during the trip, but she didn't think he was paying attention.

She smiled. She wanted to go downstairs and do a gotcha but decided against it. Instead she tiptoed back to the kitchen where she noticed he didn't have a coffee machine. Well he wasn't a coffee drinker so she should have expected that. The Herbert family was overall a very healthy family. Holly mentioned that she liked green breakfast smoothies and going for a morning run before work. It reminded her of her aunt, who would constantly chastise for her body type. Holly wasn't like that though, she just enjoyed it and that was fine with Sara.

She decided on avocado toast and while waiting on the bread she decided to go on her phone. Upon browsing instagram, she reshared some funny memes and turned off her replies. As much as she loved her fans, the constant replies to everything was a little annoying.

She saw in her search history the girls' names. Usually this would be the part where she saw if they posted anything. For the first time she clicked on the 'x' and watched their names disappear. It was time to let go. She was here, in Oregon with Justin, who invited her, showing her things that no one else did. He trusted her with that, she needed to trust him with this.

She saw the messages from Joey, and decided to answer them.

Jb: Hey

How's the drive?

I guess you're driving

Good morning, How's Oregon?

S: Hey, everything is great. I love it so far. Justin's family is wonderful. Hope you have a great day.

Jb: that's good! Hey so I need your advice on something.

Sara furrowed her eyebrows. What on earth could he be asking about?

S: okay. What about?

Jb: so I have a date with this girl Saturday night and I have no idea what to plan.

Seriously? That's what he was asking about?

S: do you know what she likes?

Jb: she's a girl I knew from Ohio State. Kailee. From what I remember she likes horses. But I don't want to take her horseback riding with the injury.

S: umm well what about a picnic or something? You have a nice backyard. You could invite her over and do a picnic with a movie on that big overhead you were bragging about.

Jb: I'll consider it. Now I don't know what to make.

S:how are your cooking skills?

Jb: average. Wish you were in town to help me

She ignored that comment.

S: do something simple. Pasta with chicken . Or there is nothing wrong with ordering food if you know her favorite foods or even doing sampler plates.

Jb: Justin cooks for you?

S: yes he does. We make meals together. There's an idea for a date. Hey look I got to go. Good luck!

She decided to end it with no invitation to tell her how it goes. It was good he had a date. Maybe they could be friends without him being on the borderline being inappropriate.

She set her phone down and decided on a protein smoothie for breakfast. Gathering frozen fruit and spinach, as well as the powder and oat milk. She poured everything into a blender and once it was finished she searched the cabinets for the glasses. Of course they were on the top shelf. Damn him being 6'6.

Looking around, there wasn't a ladder or step stool. She didn't want to bother Justin during his workout. With a sigh, she did her usual climb on the counter. Unbeknownst to her Justin was watching her from a distance, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched her on her knees on his counter, once she jumped down she turned around and screamed when she saw him. "Goddammit stop doing that!"

"I'm just standing here!"He held his hand up. She rolled her eyes and poured the green smoothie in the cup. "Uh huh, and you saw me struggling to get the glass and didn't help me."

He walked up behind her. "It was cute watching you. You could have just grabbed me." He rested his hands on her shoulders. "I didn't want to bother you." He pressed his lips to the top of his head. "Stubborn woman. Please do not hop on the counter like that again. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Justin, you are talking to a girl from a short family. This was how we got stuff done." He laughed. "Still. you have me now. You don't have to reach for things "

Sara got all warm and fuzzy inside when he spoke those words. Before she could say something he swiped her smoothie and took a big drink of it. "Hey! You smoothie swiper!" He swallowed. "It's really good babe." He took another gulp before handing it back to her. When she went to grab it he held it above his head. She playfully glared at him. He smirked and puckered his lips. She kissed his lips and he deepened the kiss. He still didn't give her the glass and she had to play dirty. Her hand slid down and groped his dick through his shorts. He gasped and his hand lowered and she took the glass out his hand.

She smirked as it was his turn to glare. "That wasn't fair. I would have given it back eventually." She laughed. "I'll take care of you later. What's on the agenda for today?"

"Today we are golfing. Our tee time is at 1 on a private course. Patrick and Carly might be joining us, if they can leave the bed for an hour." He shook his head.

"Aww that's sweet. They are long distance. That will be us in January." She didn't know why she brought that up. It was not the time or place. She held her breath.

He looked at her with no emotion. "How long will you be gone?"

"Two months. I will be in Abu Dhabi and then Berlin. Once I come back in March I start filming for the new season. So it will be crazy. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"I don't understand why you would wait." She let out a breath. This was the time she could apologize and beg for forgiveness, or she could just be honest with him. " When we first got together we were on such shaky ground. "

He was confused. "What do you mean?"

She shook her head, wishing she never said it in the first place. She turned away from him. "I felt like I was forcing myself on you. You would come on so strong, then you would back off and come on strong again. I don't know, I just felt maybe I was nothing but a hookup to you. Also the whole secretive thing. I get it, I do. I've had public relationships crash and burn and its awful. I have also had private ones where no one knew it even happened. But Justin, I felt like you didn't want me."

Tears were in her eyes and she was sure he could tell she was crying. Taking a shaky breath she just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide forever. Every second of silence felt like another dagger to her heart.

Finally, she heard him speak. "Wow. Sara I'm so sorry. I-. I didn't realize I was making you feel that way. Because that was not what I felt. I know I said this before, but I'm not good with my emotions and expressing them. I had to seek a psychologist just to be comfortable with expressing any emotion besides anger. I had hugs forced upon me til Iiked it."

He took a deep breath.

"My only serious relationship was in high school and it was a toxic on and off thing for a few years. I wasn't perfect, I know football came between us and my lack of expression caused the final breakup. When I got to Los Angeles I just did simple hookups and friends with benefits.." He ran his hands through his hair

"The night we met. It was different, normally I would have backed off or found an excuse to go home early. But you with that green dress kept me there, wanting to talk to you. It was like you had a spell on me." He winked and she giggled. "When I got home I thought what would someone like you want with someone like me. But then you reached out and you did not take no for an answer. It was different, refreshing. I know I haven't been the greatest boyfriend. But I'm trying, I swear I am."

She smiled and turned around. He felt a pain in his chest seeing the tears in her eyes and knowing he caused them. He came closer to wrap her in a hug. Sara sighed, feeling so safe and warm in his big arms. Despite the sweet moment, there was still something plaguing her mind. "What happens with this?"

He rested his head on top of hers. "With what?"

"If it comes out we are dating. I don't want to announce it to the world, but I'm just afraid we are going to get outed, and our lives are going to change."

As much as he wanted to talk about it and take control he didn't want to send himself into a panic. "We deal with it as it comes." He surprised himself at this nature of 'not caring' this wasn't him. Guess love can make you do silly things. She nodded and buried her face in his sternum. "I love you being my secret to the world, but family and friends we are just us." He kissed her “I agree. Just know our truth, family and friends.” They stood like that for about five minutes. Sighing, he pulled away and looked at the clock. “We have to get ready, the course is about a forty five minute drive.” Sara kissed him one more time before heading back into the room to jump in the shower.

The water was hot and the shower door was steamy but she was able to make out Justin's frame as she saw him get undressed. Once he stepped in the shower he went to adjust the temp but she slapped his hand away. "Don't you dare! This is perfect!"

He got under the water and yelped. "Babe! It's hot as hell in here! Why do you like it like this? It's not good for the skin. It dries out your cells."

She rolled her eyes. "You can bury me in all this biology knowledge but I'm not changing the temp!" Grabbing the shampoo she lathered her hair and Justin did the same. When they moved on to the conditioner in their hair, she put body wash on her loofah and began lathering Justin's body. Careful to avoid his groin. (As much as she wanted to fuck and miss the time she knew that he would be upset afterwards.) She got his back and his shoulders. She handed it to him and told him to get her back. When she turned around she felt a Crack and sting on her ass. "Ow! What the hell?" She turned to glare at him while he busted out laughing. "Payback!" He squeezed her other cheek.

"Asshole," She muttered, as he continued the mission at hand. He got her back, going a bit low at times. Then he dropped the loofah and used his hand to come around and cup her chest. "I thought we were gonna be late?" He began kissing her neck. "It's fine." He muttered between kisses. "I rented it for us only. Pat and Carly will probably be late too." His hands started to snake lower and she grabbed them and brought them to his sides. "No way mister, you know I hate being late to things."

He groaned "since when did you become responsible?" Earning another glare, she turned the water cold, earning a yelp from Justin as she rinsed their hair. "Cold rinses for hair, remember?" He rolled his eyes behind his eyelids as the water ran down his face. Once they were finished they stepped out and began to dry off and get dressed. Sara decided since it was cool she was going for golf pants and a long sleeve shirt. Deciding on tying up her hair and putting a visor on, she looked in the mirror and laughed as she looked like a typical golf executive that her dad would wine and dine.

Well the men would be on the golf course, her mom and the other wives would be in the clubhouse drinking wine and gossiping. Anyways she saw Justin was dressed and once she grabbed water they were in the car and on their way.

His phone dinged and he picked it up to look at it. He laughed. "Well Pat and Carly are running late. They "slept in" He put air quotes around it. Sara giggled. "See I told you we could have had a quick round in the shower. But no, someone had to be early."

She hit his shoulder. "I didn't say early I said I don't want to run late. Besides since when are we quick. Mr. Foreplay." He laughed. "And I have heard absolutely no complaints from you. Matter a fact I will pull over to a forest preserve and we can have some fun with these tinted windows."

"First of all, you know what I didn't plan on doing yoga, second of all. You have car sex once and now your addicted."

He smiled. "It's all you baby, you're just too hot." He squeezed her thigh. After the playful banter the rest of the ride was silent. When they pulled up to the course Sara saw it was completely empty. So he really rented the place out. Not even the owner was here. 'Pros of being an Oregon boy' She thought.

She followed Justin as they walked to the clubhouse. "Wait Justin! I don't have anything to golf with!"

He smiled. "You don't think I wasn't prepared? The place has clubs for everything." He got out a gold key and unlocked the door. They walked inside and he immediately went behind the counter to test out the clubs they would need. He had her hold a few clubs at length to test which ones would work for her. Once that was over he got a gold cart and they drove to the range.

"Okay so. Watch my stance when I swing." He bent his knees and pulled back. When he swung he tilted his hips and they both watched as the ball soared through the air. She couldn't even see where it landed.

Sara took a big gulp as he did it a few more times before he had her do it. The ball was on the ground. She felt his eyes on her back as she tried to mimic his actions. The first time wasn't successful as she swung and missed.

Already she was getting flashbacks to being laughed at school as she heard his laughter behind her. She was already so fucking red. "Okay so not bad. But you need to focus on hitting the ball babe." She nodded and tried to appear confident. She swung again and connected with the ball. Though it didn't go far it still connected.

"Alright, good job. You need to focus on moving your hips though. He got behind her, his hands rested on top of hers. Justin guided her through the swing and pushed his hips against hers. The ball flew pretty far and Sara felt proud of herself. So far it was going well, and the embarrassment of the first attempt faded away. They practiced the range for a good thirty minutes before he decided they were ready for a full course.

Getting back in the golf cart, he drove to the first hole. She took everything in. She had to say it was peaceful In the sense of nature and calming to focus on something. Justin was so focused on his game that he didn't really speak to her unless it was to instruct her on something. Which was fine, she was enjoying just watching him.

She had to say he was being incredibly patient with her. Sure there were times that she could sense his frustration coming through. But he seemed to keep it in check and make sure she was comfortable. He knew about her past with athletics and despite the fact that his whole life was athletics he wanted to make sure his girlfriend was comfortable.

Something had switched inside of him when she spoke of her family not supporting her much because everyone cared about sports over art. It made him think, what if he became a father and his kids didn't like sports or want to be involved in that side? His family was so centered around sports that he just always went after girls who were sporty. Dating Sara put his life into a different perspective.

They had made it through all eighteen holes. (Justin won, not that he was counting or anything.) He checked the time and saw that the time was almost five pm. They were at the golf course a lot longer than usual. He drove back faster than usual to the clubhouse. "Justin, why are we speeding?" She was holding on to the bar, scared for her life as he never drove fast as all.

He pulled up to the parking lot in the clubhouse. Grabbing the club bags he practically ran inside, Sara sprinting to catch up. He put everything back and did a once over before locking up. He made a note to thank Robert the owner for allowing him to shut down the place for privacy. He and Sara were in the car in no time (He threw her over his shoulder) and they were off.

Sara was so confused. "Why are you racing?"

"Because we have other plans that we can't miss. You're gonna love it I promise." He smiled at her. "Do you trust me?" She nodded.

Justin was so shocked he didn't get a ticket as they pulled into the garage. They walked into the house "I'm going to make some calls and get ready. The room is all yours. Dress nice." He kissed her. '"Meet at the door at 7:30." He went downstairs to the basement. She was so confused at the events that took place earlier. What could he possibly mean by this? Justin was not a romantic guy, he was trying sure she did notice the change in his behavior, and while he wasn't good at expressing his emotions, their conversation earlier today brought out a whole new side to him. It was refreshing to say the least. It was moments like this that made her fall in love with him like the first time she knew.

She hurried up and body showered before making sure she was shaved (She still had the wax but wanted to fine tooth comb everything. She curled her short brown hair and decided on a nice casual black dress before grabbing a leather jacket. Her makeup was light and she accessorized with her usual ring and earrings. She looked at the time to see it was 7:15. Coming out of the bedroom to see Justin dressed nice in a casual top with gray jeans. His hair was styled and he had the cologne that she bought him. She smiled, "I'm ready." He matched her smile. "You look beautiful." She slipped on her shoes before they departed.

It was dark outside, but once she saw the lights of Autzen stadium. He drove around the stadium and she was in awe. Of course she had been to many stadiums for concerts and events but seeing it empty was something else. She turned towards him. "How is it so empty?"

He smiled. "Well the team had early practice today and tomorrow so no one is there. The school is a commuter school. So there is no one on the grounds. Except the library but we won't be there. He drove into a gate opening parked on the side, and Sara saw the field that he played on and spoke so fondly of. He got out of the car and helped her. Grabbing her hand, he led her to the elevators. He pressed a button she couldn't see and felt the box moving up. This time around it was him fidgeting with his hands. She smiled. "This feels like a first date." She giggled.

He turned and faced. Before he could say something the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Sara gasped as she took in the scene before her.

There were phony candles in certain spots. Champagne was on the table surrounded by little snack foods. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Justin.."

"Technically it's a first real date. Since we've been together I haven't been able to take you out. This is sorta my way of trying to make it up to you since.." He trailed off, and Sara knew what he meant.

Before he could take a step forward she wrapped her arms around him to pull him towards her. She put all the passion and love for him in the kiss and she felt Justin reciprocating that as well. Maybe it was the Oregon air, being back in his comfort zone, or finally giving in to the feelings they had for each other. This weekend so far was a shift in their relationship. They broke the kiss when they were both out of breath, not wanting to take it too far before they fuck on the floor. She didn't think the stadium would appreciate trying to clean that up.

The seats overlooked the entire stadium and she knew enough to know they were in one of the boxes. The champagne was poured as she noticed chocolate covered strawberries. She looked at him. "How do you know I love these?"

He kissed her. "I noticed every time the house is stocked with groceries there are strawberries and Hershey bars. I put two and two together." They made small snack plates and fed each other off of them. She stole kisses from him every once and while as he spoke about the stadium and the history of it. He pointed out the seats his family had and where they would watch the games.

He spoke about going under recruited, his plans to go to Montana State with Mitch. Stories of friendships that he made and his hopes of her meeting them sometime. She was attached to his arm as he spoke so lovingly and fondly of this time in his life. Justin also opened up about his frustration with the team and how he learned to cope at Oregon. How he tried not to pay attention to commentators but he knew the pressure to produce this year.

Trying to comfort him as best as she could, he looked down at her. "I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here this season. I've always told myself no distractions, no fun, no girls nothing." He laughed. "I was drowning, and you breathed life in me."

Sara was tearing up again. "Justin, that's what couples do for each other. Has no one ever supported you?"

He shrugged. "Outside of friends and family? Not really. Many girls just want the name and the fame. I've learned to deal with the pressure myself.

Sara nodded. "Me too, I've never confided in a lot of people. When I would tell my family my struggles it was always 'why are you upset? You have a nice house, and your parents are successful. If you are upset it's cause you chose a career path with uncertainty."

He shook his head. "Alot of people don't understand us but it's okay. We understand each other."

She hummed in agreement and they cuddled up overlooking the field. They finished the food and the champagne, with Sara feeling a light buzz. (Glad she didn't wear heels.) Justin cleaned up like they were never there and they walked onto the field. Sara looked around in even bigger awe as she took in everything. She was used to big crowds and putting on a show. But this was different, this was live everyone watching, knowing if you made a mistake. "I don't know how you do this"

He held her hands and faced her. "Do what?"

"Not feel the millions of eyes on you. "

He chuckled. "Technically it's 64,000." She rolled her eyes. "Still. All those eyes on you, knowing you had a bad night if something was off. Knowing your whole future depends on how you are live on this field." She looked up at him. "I have so much respect for you."

He smiled. "You didn't think much of it before?" She shook her head no. "I mean sorta because my brother in law is in hockey. But it's more of a team sport if that makes sense." He nodded.

They strolled around the field in silence. Sara taking in the sights. She felt Justin's eyes on her.

They walked to the big 'O' and Sara looked around. Justin laughed. "Amazing isn't it?" She nodded. After a quick silence she spoke again. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For not being afraid of me. Of us."

He shook his head. The next words out of his mouth surprised them both.

"I'm not afraid of you Sara, I love you."

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Patrick and Carly were sitting on his bed watching television. He had just finished packing for his trip Friday morning to the game against CAL. They had kissed tee time but Patrick was wrapped up in his girlfriend. He didn't get to see her often after accepting a job down south and when she surprised him with a belated Birthday gift he wanted to take full advantage of it. It made it better with his brother and girlfriend there as well.

Patrick was surprised when his parents sat him down and told them just Justin was coming to visit foe the weekend and he was bringing a friend. Patrick assumed it was someone on the team until Mitch called him and spilled the beans that his big brother was seeing someone and it was getting serious, of course Justin downplaying it. They both knew that Justin wasn't good at relationships and being vulnerable so that was why most if not all of his potential matches or hookups didn't work out.

Patrick was intrigued when Mitch told him that it sounded like their middle brother was pretty serious about this girl. Also mom and dad met her and they noticed a change in him too.

He could see it when he came over to see Justin. There was a happier aura to him despite everything that had gone down in the Chargers season so far.

He and Carly figured that this girl was someone who worked in the football business or maybe someone he met on the street. Imagine their surprise when they turned around and saw one of the biggest stars in the world in the kitchen. Sara Wozniak, Emmy winner, academy award Nominees. A Hollywood darling, it girl.

And she was in their house, dating his big brother. Once the starstruck passed, Patrick found her easy to talk to and funny as hell. She had him in stitches when she would joke about how Justin was. He enjoyed his brother going red in the face as she would tease him about how they met.

As if she knew what was on her boyfriends mind Carly spoke. "Crazy that your brother is dating The star on our favorite television show. Like we see on screen so many times and now she was here in front of us, and we had dinner with her and spoke with her. I wanted to ask for her autograph but it didn't feel appropriate." Patrick threw his head back and laughed. "I wanted to just to piss Justin off. I'll probably do it next time." He smirked.

Carly laughed. "But seriously what do you think of her?"

"She's really cool. I didn't expect that from her. But then again Justin wouldn't fuck with someone who had that Hollywood attitude." Carly nodded in agreement. "They make a good match, considering they have different personalities. They balance each other really well."

Patrick nodded and laid next to Carly on the bed. "I hope it works out I really like her and I don't want my brother to fuck it up." Carly giggled.

"With the way he looked at her? I doubt it."

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Sara was stunned.

She never thought she would hear those words from his mouth. "Huh?"

That was not how she planned on replying to hearing those three little words. Justin sucked in a deep breath. "I love you Sara."

She was still stunned. If anything she was supposed to blurt it out. All of her relationships she was the one that said it first. Hearing it from his mouth was the greatest thing she had ever heard.

Justin on the other hand wanted to throw up, he didn't expect her to be silent. Truth be told he didn't know what to expect. Not silence, he started rambling to fill the quietness. "Look, I know it might be a little soon. I mean it's only been what? A little less than four months? But Sara, I've never felt this way about anyone before."

He took another step towards her. "You don't have to say it back if you don't want to or you don't feel it. Don't feel obligated to say it because I said it to you."

She couldn't help herself.

Don't feel obligated because I said it to you.

The whole thing was ridiculous. If he only knew she was practically head over heels for him she couldn't help it

She busted into giggles, which became full on laughter. Justin was confused this was not the reaction that was expected. He was a little hurt. "What's so funny about this?"

She controlled her laughs when she heard a little attitude in his voice. "I'm sorry it's not funny that you said those words. It's that you really think that I don't feel the same way about you after everything I have done for you." She walked up to him and kissed him. "I'm so fucking in love with you Justin Patrick. There were so many times where I thought I was gonna just blurt it out at the most inappropriate moments that you thought I was a fool."

He smiled, relieved that he wasn't being laughed at. "I'm not used to this. "

She laughed again, and this time he joined her. They were in such bliss that they didnt notice the small drops on them. She kissed him again and this time it was full of passion. He groaned and lifted her up once they broke apart she smiled.

"Hey"

"What?"

"I love you."

He smiled . "I love you."

All of the sudden it began pouring. Getting soaked. Sara screamed as Justin began running, carrying her in his arms as he ran towards where the car was parked. "Justin put me down! You will hurt yourself!" It was easy to forget about his ribs. "Babe I'm fine! You're too slow anyways."

"Ass!" She yelled over the rain and the thunder. Justin laughed as he set her down to get in the car. Once they got in and the gate closed he drove off.

Sara felt gross, she hated being fully clothed and wet. "I'm gonna have to strip out these clothes as soon as I'm through the door." She kicked off her shoes and slipped off her jacket. Feeling naughty, she pulled her dress over her head.

He stared at her wide eyed. "Babe! We are almost there. Can't it wait?" The rain made it hard to see so the ride was slower than usual. Sara ignored him and kept going. Slipping off her panties. "Oh god I'm so wet." She winked at him. Taking off her bra, she was fully naked in his car. His hands were white on the steering wheel from clenching. He was fucking rock hard. Once he pulled into the garage she gathered her clothes and jumped out running in the house. With a growl she jumped out of the car to follow her. Stripping his clothes off, he made sure to put them into his laundry room where her clothes were before trying to locate her. He heard the shower run so he went straight towards the bathroom where she was already behind the glass

He almost ripped the door off his hinges. Grabbing Sara he sat on the shower bench pulling her to him. Their lips were connected to every part of each other's body. She grabbed him and inserted himself in her. He groaned into her shoulder and her head went back. Slowly they moved in sync. It was slow but passionate, just wanting to be closer rather than a race to finish each other off. Sara was so lost in the moment that she didn't feel Justin's lips near her ear. "You feel so fucking good baby." His voice was raspy and husky as he spoke "Gosh you are so fucking insatiable, I wish you could see how hot you look."

His words were icing on the pleasure cake. She began to press her lips to his shoulder and suck with a bite. She wanted to leave a mark, show everyone that he was hers. He took her to Oregon, he told her private, personal stories, he told her he loved her. He was hers and she was his.

Sara felt her orgasm approaching fast and angled her hips towards his while leaning back. The new position suited Justin for a minute before he wrapped her in a bear hug. With one last long moan He finished while Bouncing her on him trying to get her to reach her high. It didn't take long as she came apart on top and collapsed on him. Itt took a few minutes but afterwards they showered and got out. Justin laid on the bed. Sara smirked and didn't clothed herself, instead she grabbed the bottle of lotion. Dumping a good sized amount on her hand, she began to spread and rub in in on his chest and stomach. His eyes on her the entire time and she had light strokes.

She pulled his shorts down to see his half erect cock. Once she rubbed the lotion into his thighs, slightly teasing him so he became fully erect. She tied her hair up and began to deep throat him. She heard him groan. "Oh god Sara."

She loved giving him head. Loved hearing and seeing him fall apart underneath her. This big man became powerless to her. He liked to be in control of things so to see him give that up was so hot to her.

She worked on him like he was a delicious popsicle. Throwing in moans like she was porn Star, hell she would be making them proud if they say her. She gagged on him as he hit the back of her throat. His hands were in her hair as he pulled her off of him.

Out of breath he told her. "Wait babe, I have an idea." She stared at him waiting for him to respond. "We can 69." He was all of the sudden bashful as he thought she was going to object. She was surprised, that was for sure. "Won't I crush you though?" He rolled his eyes. "You will not, but even if you did I'd die a happy man." She blushed. He laid flat on his back before motioning her to assume the position. Facing his feet, she hovered on his face, still hesitant about setting her full weight on him. She heard him say something on other lines of 'give me a break' before pulling her down on him.

"OHHH!" He licked her from her front all the way to her puckered whole. "Oh god" She moaned. She was so wrapped in pleasure that she almost forgot that she had a job to do. Leaning toward with a moan she took him back into her mouth and began to bob her head. She was trying so hard to focus but it was difficult when you had someone else going down on you as well. She felt Justin's actions speed up and she knew it was a competition to see who could get each other off first. Sara began to go faster as well as massage his balls with her hand. She swirled her tongue around his head and he moaned. She could tell he was close and she thought she was going to win.

Until he pulled out a dirty move and used his fingers for penetration "OH!" She stopped moving at all and got lost in those long beautiful fingers.

Before Sara could hit her high the entire room went black. "What the hell?"

Justin groaned, the mood killed as he tried to locate his phone in the dark. "Powers out."

"And you don't have a generator?"

He shook his head as he felt Sara get off of him. "These are rare, plus I'm not home, so no." They heard a meow and then Sara spoke. "Come here Nova baby." Her phone flashlight lighting up the room.

The cat jumped up and Sara gathered her in her arms. "Poor baby." She muttered and kissed the top of her head. Justin huffed. "What about me? We were going to finish!" He tried to shoo the Bengal away but the asshole just purred in her arms. "Don't talk to her like that! She's scared." Before he could come back with a retort his phone rang.

"It's my mom" He picked it up. She couldn't hear Holly's side, but based on what he was saying it sounded like their power was on or they had a generator. After a few more words were spoken he hung up and announced they were going to his parents so they wouldn't be alone in the dark. It was 10pm but if anything they could spend the night. Sara threw some stuff in one of her bags and guided Nova in her carrier. "We are not leaving her all alone in the dark" she replied when he looked at her. "Also babe, we might want to brush our teeth before going there." They both shared a laugh. Once that was finished they headed over to Mark and Holly's

They walked into everyone at the kitchen table in their bed attire. "We brought things so we can probably crash in my old room."

Patrick smirked. "Remember kids no hanky panky, this is a respectable household." Sara blushed. "Shut up! You and Carly probably broke that rule many times over this week!" Now it was Carlys turn to become red.

Pat wasn't fazed. "We're saving ourselves for marriage." He smirked. "Unlike you heathens."

Mark had to cut in, not wanting to hear about what his son's do with their partners. "Enough you two! Everyone have a seat at the table. Your mom brought out the baby books." Patrick and Justin both groaned while Carly and Sara squealed with delight at seeing little baby photos. "I have seen these so many times but they never get old" She told Sara.

She was excited. To see baby Justin photos and about his childhood outside of sports was exciting. Topped off with the first 'I love you' was the best thing ever. Holly opened the birth books and went over her pregnancies with each kids, how much they weighed. (They were big boys) and how they grew up. Typical fighting, rivalry, Justin being a sore loser. (Patrick told the laughing group he would purposely lose so he didn't have to deal with a sulking Justin.)

Holly shed a few tears as she thought of her boys being older. She spoke so fondly of the baby and toddler years. "Did I tell you when Justin went to Los Angeles I sobbed the whole way." She told Sara. "My mom did the same thing when they dropped me off at UCLA."

"I was a huge basket case with Mitch. Justin and Patrick were right here."

The group stayed up til 1am talking and laughing about the old times. Mark asked Sara about her family, and she managed to gloss over a few things. She didn't want to dampen the mood with drama. Everyone departed to their rooms. Sara laid on his childhood bed taking everything in.

He got on the bed. "You know." He whispered and began to kiss her shoulder. "We've need to finish what we started earlier"

"Justin I'm not having sex with you while you're parents are in the same vicinity." He groaned. "Please. I know you hated being interrupted too."

As on cue, Nova jumped on the bed and curled up on Sara's lap. "Ass" He muttered while looking at the cat. The door opened slowly and Dylan peeked his head through before walking up to the bed. "You know you're not allowed on my bed."

Sara laughed as the dog jumped up. "Ass number 2." He muttered.

Laughing again she pulled him against her and they settled in. Shutting the light off, they laid In silence. He had thought she had fallen asleep. Then she spoke

"I love Oregon, it's so peaceful." He hummed in agreement. "I feel like I can turn myself off, like I can really sleep here."

Justin smiled. "I'm glad."

"Let's move here. I'll become an art teacher, you can teach biology." Justin laughed. Sometimes he wished. "Hey Sara?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

He couldn't see her face but he knew she was smiling as well."

"I love you too."

A/N Alrighty guys! This is the last full Oregon Chapter. They are going back to Los Angeles. Will the bubble burst? Will the drama eradicate? Hmmmm

#alexa writes collide #Justin Herbert #sara and justin canon #nfl imagine #nfl #qb lovestory

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the-starlight-papers · 2 years ago

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Hi everyone! I’m Evan, and I’m finally getting around to making a pinned post.

I use he/they pronouns.

This blog has no theme, it's just my main blog.

Zelda sideblog: @starlight-banisher

More info below the readmore!

General:

Feel free to tag me in games! I can’t guarantee that I’ll respond because I forget about stuff sometimes. If we reblog stuff from each other occasionally, I’ll consider us mutuals, and will start tagging you in stuff. If you don’t want to be tagged please let me know!!

Tagging:

I tag most of the posts I reblog, usually with either a type of media (ie video, tiktok, audio, ect.), with a fandom (legend of Zelda, the owl house), or with my own comments. If you get annoyed by my tagging system and I follow you, please let me know and I won’t put tags on your posts.

Posts that I made are tagged with (insert new original post tag here). Older posts that I made are tagged with #evan needs a new original post tag, #mine, or #ramblings because I haven’t gotten around to updating them.

I also don’t have a queue tag, but about 50% of my posts come from queue.

What’s on this blog:

General:

LGBTQ+ topics and issues (especially asexuality, aromanticism, and trans/nonbinary)

Cool/funny videos

Things I find funny

Animals

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Fandoms:

Legend of Zelda

Linked Universe (The Legend of Zelda)

The Owl House

Miraculous Ladybug

Infinity Train

Memes that I think are hilarious:

None pizza with left beef

Ever Given

It’s me boy I’m the PS5

It’s morbin’ time

Anyway, if you’ve scrolled this far, thanks! Have a picture of my cat.

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mikelogan · 2 years ago

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Tagged by: @lesbianiconsteveharrington the true mvp

Fave color: blue, pretty much any shade. as a general rule, cool colors, not warm!

Currently reading: nothing, but I read Tender is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica a couple days ago in three hours and it was pretty good!

Last song: currently listening to Lavender Haze (and Midnights 3AM version on repeat) by TSwizzle

Last series: The Patient on Hulu, easy 10/10. I’ve watched a shit load of TV in the last couple weeks so: The Devil in Ohio: 8/10, KinnPorsche: 9/10 (-1 because no KimChay reunion), The Watcher: 9/10, The Midnight Club: 6/10, and then all of Mike Flanagan’s other shows which are like 12/10s for me.

Last movie: The Shining. Watched it for the first time last night and I was pleasantly surprised at how much I liked it. It could have been like an hour shorter and I absolutely lost my shit laughing when they show Jack frozen bc meme, but I gave it 7/10 on IMDb

Currently working on: I have so many WIPs it’s disgusting, but here are just some of them:

1) My massive Ben x Perry fic that I’ll never shut up about. It starts in 1977 and goes from there and follows Ben and Perry’s lives if they met in college in CA when Perry’s a junior and Ben is a freshman. I usually go months without touching it despite thinking about it/them all the time, but just in the last couple weeks, I wrote about 8k words!

2) A second installment in what hopefully becomes a series for JDox daddy kink oops

3) A Ben x JD x Perry OT3 fic

4) A JDox fic with established JDox who’ve been having Problems and then JD gets hurt (wild idea, I know)

5) Another JDox fic with established JDox where JD gets hurt right before their wedding (yes i absolutely hate myself)

6) literally a massive document with fic/oneshot ideas in various stages of planning from just an idea or quote to a nearly finished outline

Share 10 different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then tag 10 people 🎥🎬📺:

1) Perry Cox, my beloved (Scrubs)

2) JD because he’s so flawed and fucked up but I see so much of myself in him and god I love that man (Scrubs)

3) Remus Lupin, absolute angel who has never done anything wrong (HP)

4) Elijah Mikaelson (The Vampire Diaries/The Originals) I will never get tired of him and his nobility also ELIJAH IS NOT A CUTLERY DRAWER

5) Ben Sullivan because actual golden retriever?? And like yes, my HCs that I treat as canon... aren’t canon, but I made him even better so deal with it (Scrubs)

6) Sirius Black because name a more tragic character i’ll go first (HP)

7) Carla Espinosa aka my wife but also momther. Carla gets like .5% of the recognition she deserves in the fandom and i literally love her so much (Scrubs)

8) Jordan “Godzilla” Sullivan bc her character is actually complex and she’s not just a heartless heart-eating demon, though she definitely sleeps upside down hanging from the ceiling wraaaaapped in a cocoon of her own wings (Scrubs)

9) Elena Gilbert bc I know she has her annoying moments, but at her core, she’s a girl who lost her entire family and did the best she could and who deserved so much better (The Vampire Diaries)

10) Can I just collectively say all the characters (not you, Bev Keane) from The Haunting of Hill House, The Haunting of Bly Manor, and Midnight Mass? Mike Flanagan, pay for my therapy

I tag: literally anyone bc I love doing these and seeing other people’s answers! so say I tagged you if you want to do it 😊

#ramblings #tag game #scrubs thoughts #mike flanagan pay for my therapy

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sightkeeper · 3 years ago

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Tag meme, tagged by @impishnature! It’s been a million years since I’ve done a tag meme thank you!

Three ships: Aziraphale/Crowley is my main number one always and obviously! But I’ve been enjoying the heck out of Stede/Blackbeard from OFMD lately, and have had a resurgence of love if Timothy/Rhys from Borderlands since I’ve been replaying the games (thanks to you, Imp, aha!)

First ever ship: Hmmm, I think probably Shinichi Kudo/Kaitou KID from Detective Conan? Or maybe something from Naruto?

Last Song: Cursing the Ohio by Matt King - it’s been stuck in my head since it came up on my Pandora earlier yesterday.

Last Movie: Palm Springs - it was a friend’s turn to pick on movie night. Not one I would have picked to watch on my own, but it was fun!

Currently reading: So much fic, as always!

But two that I read recently that I really enjoyed were: In Care of the Dark by PinkPenguinParade (some lovely gomens hurt/comfort!) and Wonderful Indulgences by Beenovabell (lighthouse keeper!Stede because I am a simple creature and I love seeing my faves as lighthouse keepers)!

Currently watching: I don’t really watch much TV. I watched OFMD and that was probably the most recent, but otherwise I just tend to watch youtubers or listen to podcasts while I’m doing stuff at my computer throughout the day. Right now I’m watching Gab Smolders playing Nancy Drew games.

Currently consuming: Looks at Nos can. Looks at the clock reading 10pm. Says nothing.

Currently craving: Something sweet and fruity! I think I’ll go snag some strawberries here in a bit! I’m just going to tag some folks but please don’t feel obligated! :) Also if you’d like to do this, feel free to say I tagged you! @aziraphalelookedwretched @hotcrosspigeon @strampunch @eregyrn-falls @zehwulf @entanglednow

#Ran Writes #tag I'm it

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why-this-kolaveri-machi · 4 years ago

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(Which Spider-Man?) Mary-Jane takes Miles under her wing instead or Peter has to kill Beck

(set after into the spiderverse)

defeating kingpin and sending the other spider... well, men off to their own worlds felt great, but once it’s over miles has to face the fact that he’s still starting out on his own here and this world’s peter parker, his spiderman, is still fresh in the city’s memory. it means he gets some weird and mixed reactions from people during his first few swing-throughs of the city, but he tries to take them in his stride.

he reminds himself that he has people to go to for advice and support and an entire, whaddayacallit, spider cave to peruse if he wants to. there’s fresh and advanced webshooters, web fluid, costume changes, tracking and recording equipment, and besides, may parker is badass. there’s no reason why he shouldn’t be hanging out there all the time.

except--

there’s this way may’s eyes soften and get watery when she’s looking at him and thinks he isn’t noticing, her entire body cratering at the centre after being upright for so long. it’s awkward when she once asks him to call her ‘aunt may’ then stops herself, looking stricken, then never brings it up again. sitting in her house sipping hot chocolate means remembering the first time he was sitting in that hall; looking at the fading scorch marks on the wall; thinking uncle aaron i miss you and realising for probably the hundredth time that week that he’s never going to see his uncle again. it’s like he’s surrounded by a thousand invisible emotional tripwires, and he’s always walking into them and falling into some memory.

so, yeah. he doesn’t really go to may’s much, unless it’s for an emergency, or he’s running low on web fluid, or needs to repair his costume. it’s during one such trip that he finds mary jane watson sitting in the spidercave.

mj (because of course she wants him to call her mj) is… nice. she’s nice. there’s not a whole lot more miles can say at first because again: peter parker is this sort of insurmountable wall between them, and as much as he bonded with other (his) pete, he isn’t quite sure what this (not his peter but technically his universe’s, so, well. shit. this is all very confusing) peter was really like. he was very kind to miles when he first saw him (and quicker to put two and two together) but did he have that same exhausted dad energy? was he scarily competent and an absolute slob at the same time? did he get that soft, wondering look in his eyes, like he’d received a gift he never expected to get, whenever he thought nobody was looking at him? did he ask his famous-in-her-own-right journalist girlfriend to help him be spider-man, or was that part of him mostly a mystery to her too?

miles could ask said-girlfriend, but… it’s too soon. too raw. too awkward. too miles-has-schoolwork-and-vigilantism-consuming-every-second-of-his-life-and-he-just-doesn’t-have-any-leftover-energy-to-deal-with-this.

they exchange phone numbers during their second meeting and it continues to be weird at first (what’s miles going to do? send mary jane watson pictures of minecraft memes?), but he quickly discovers that mj isn’t really interested in spiderman related--or even adjacent--conversations either. it’s mostly messages asking him about his day, or about school, or if spiderman’s really taking the subway every other morning (miles’ spider genes apparently don’t allow him to withstand swinging from building to building after a full cheeseburger meal). miles quickly loses his nervousness and it even becomes a sort of comfort.

then: the messages start getting… different. what you’re looking for isn’t there and see attachment and i can get you oscorp’s internal files on this and the nuclear material is coming in from oslo not ohio what the fuck even is this spellcheck

all the tips pan out because of course they do, it’s mary jane watson. miles isn’t entirely sure how she seems to know so often what he’s working on, but he suspects that she watches where he’s been as spiderman closer than he first thought.

still, he feels awkward enough that it’s a while before he texts her i think i’m stuck on this one.

the reply is almost immediate: i thought you’d never ask.

being spider-man is all fun and games until it suddenly isn’t: when miles realises he’s out there in the middle of an inferno without backup, during every moment he jumps off a building and thinks for a split-second, mid-air: what if i don’t make that next landing. more often than not he makes it out okay at the end of the day, but there are also moments like this: stuck under a wooden beam, hurt just enough that he can’t muster the strength to throw the beam off his back, fire raging in the floors beneath him, the heat wafting up threatening to cook him in his nice superhero suit.

i might not make it is no longer a split-second thought. in fact it’s a thought that occupies a lot of whole seconds strung together.

then: “spiderman!”

the shout is followed a few seconds later by mj herself, her form shimmering and wavering in the heat, handkerchief pressed to her nose and mouth. when she sees him her watering eyes light up.

miles’ jaw hangs open, and something clicks in his head: there’s no way spiderman could’ve existed without this reckless, brave, smart yet so stupid, incredible person.

he’s a lot less nervous about asking for help after that, and about reminding her that yeah, he can be a little foolish at times, but she was the one who ran alone into a burning building to help somebody with super-strength and super-healing. she never argues that last one, just smiles fondly.

mj becomes fast friends with miles’ mother. miles doesn’t even remember how they met--ran into each other at the grocery store every weekend? something. it isn’t really relevant. what’s important is that now mj and his mom appear to be best friends, and miles isn’t sure how to feel about this. he gets the notion that, despite not being bitten by a radioactive spider, mj is much farther along in this world than he is. boundaries are different. more porous.

even so, mj is… something else.

sometimes, sitting across from her at the dining table at home, it feels like the world is a little bit warmer, a little more… complete. then she would catch his eye and give him a knowing smile, and miles is in his costume again, poised at the apex of an expansive arc and not knowing where he’s going to land in a world he’s starting to realise he doesn’t really understand after all.

he never tells mj about the multiverse spidermen, though he can tell she is curious about where he disappears to every now and then. truth be told, he’s a bit scared of how she’ll react to the idea of other peters existing.

months after that first meeting, miles and mj visit peter’s grave together.

it’s probably the first time miles has seen mj be anything but calm and put-together. exhaustion piles in like sand in a tipped hourglass. her shoulders slump and her nails claw into a faded sweatshirt that she’s holding in her hands. and yet… she’s holding back, miles realises. for all that he’s seen of her in the last several months, there’s a layer she’s still reserving for peter and miles… doesn’t resent it exactly, this peter spectre that keeps coming up between him and everything that he wants to know about how to do his job, but he hopes…

he hopes he’ll get to know mj some day.

he walks away to a cafe nearby. mj joins him half an hour later, eyes red and mascara smeared but her face dry. they buy milkshakes and plot their next move against doc ock.

( send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons! )

#spiderman #into the spiderverse #miles morales #mary jane watson #my fic #sillierthanasillylaugh #i got stuck halfway through this #like proper STUCK - for a whole month #and my brain didn't allow me to work on anything else until i finished this so #it's been a frustrating month #it's done and i kinda never want to see it again

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Year-in-Life | 2021

Or that annual New Year’s meme where I talk about what the year was like to live through. 2021 features: an engagement, a trip to Maine, and the strange experience of crying happy tears because you found out one of your best friends is about to have a baby while also sneezing out a bunch of blood because the lady doing your nasal swab took her job very seriously.

1. What did you do in 2021 that you’d never done before? Got engaged! Went to New England! Got not one, but two fairly large tattoos. Got an IUD, which was an uncomfortable experience but keeps me from getting cancer. Had an endoscopy. Went to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. Got a nose piercing. Discovered that I like oysters. Probably many other things.

2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year? My resolutions for 2021 were to lose the rest of the weight that I wanted to lose, to write something original, heal, be happier, and not do something that I’ll regret.

Unfortunately instead of losing the rest of the weight I’ve gained a good 75% of the weight back. I technically wrote something original, but they’re only outlines (still! progress!). I would like to think I healed a little. I’m still not great, but 2020 was an open wound that has mostly scabbed over at this point. I think I’m happier, but it’s hard to be sadder than I was at the end of 2020.

Resolutions for 2022 - lose weight. seriously. At bare minimum, I would like to be healthier. Stronger. If I don’t get that way through dieting I would like to get that way through exercise. Preferably both, though. Expand on the outlines you produced. Be happy.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? No, but one of my best friend’s texted me right after I got my nasal swab the other day and her due date is near the end of August next year!

4. Did anyone close to you die? Nick’s cousin killed himself the weekend after Thanksgiving. It was a loss. He was a good guy. I really hoped that he’d be able to beat his demons.

5. What countries did you visit? Alternatively, what is your favorite place that you did go this year? No countries, but we did go on an extended roadtrip to a few new places. In July we visited my family, then at the end of August we went on our Maine trip finally. We drove from Ohio to Boston, where we spent a day at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. From Boston, we drove north, stopping for lunch and a quick exploration of Salem, then onwards into Portland. We stayed there for two days, then from there we went to Acadia National Park/Bar Harbor, stopping at Marginal Point and Giant’s Stairs along the way. Acadia was AMAZING. We hiked along the beach trail and then hit up Jordan’s pond for lunch, then went on a nature boat tour that evening. From there we went through New Hampshire via the Kancamagus Highway, stopping through a couple scenic spots, then on through Vermont, where we stopped a a maple farm and got engaged at a lake. We rounded off the trip at a really horrible casino and ended up not even stopping at Niagara Falls before heading home. Very good trip though!

We also went to a fancy hotel in Indianapolis for Nick’s birthday that had an actual pool in the room. It was uh, not strictly speaking a sex hotel, but it was basically a sex hotel.

6. What would you like to have in 2022 that you lacked in 2021? You know, for the first time in like six years I didn’t say “a ring” for my wish this year and I ended up getting it. Nick’s contrary even when he’s not. I did have a little more serotonin and a little less anxiety, which was delightful.

For 2022, I would like to have a marriage, even if we end up eloping. I really keep going back and forth on a ceremony or not.

7. What date from 2021 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? September 4th 2021 is the day we got engaged! 8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? You know what? I prioritized my mental health. I healed my wounds. I took some time and breathed in deep. Did I also gain most of the weight that I’d lost last year back? Yes. But I’m not going to be ashamed of that.

9. What was your biggest failure? Technically not keeping the weight off was the biggest failure, but I’m not holding it against myself. 10. Did you suffer illness or injury? Well, I tested positive for covid yesterday (again), which sucks. I refuse to say anything on the matter of whether it’s better or worse than last year because I don’t want the universe to take that as an invitation to spiral, but. But. I’m trying to be hopeful.

Also ended up getting diagnosed with interstitial cystitis (basically painful voiding of the bladder, which is incurable and only temporarily relieved by surgery) and had pre-cancerous cells in my uterus, which basically means that I have to hope the progesterone in the IUD is enough to hold off the development of the cells until I can decide if I want a child or a hysterectomy. 11. What was the best thing you bought? I don’t know. Nick’s ring, maybe, if only for his face when I counterproposed. 12. Whose behavior merited celebration? My own. 13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed? I don’t know. Nick’s mom and mine are forever a thorn in my side.

14. Where did most of your money go? Medical shit. Nick’s Christmas presents. The Maine trip. The Indianapolis trip. The random spending purchases I made throughout the year. 15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? The Maine trip was really great and I would have had loads of fun even without the engagement. I did get really excited about trying on wedding dresses too. A sneak peek (don’t let the face fool you, I loved this dress):

16. What song will always remind you of 2021? The Killing Kind. Voidfish. Inferno. Demons. Progress. Shum. Farewell Wanderlust. Ori and the Blind Forest soundtrack. The new Amazing Devil album. The Tick, Tick, Boom soundtrack.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you: i. happier or sadder? Happier, but again, that bar was pretty freaking low. ii. thinner or fatter? Ugh, fatter. iii. richer or poorer? I am stupid broke right now. 18. What do you wish you’d done more of? I don’t know what I wish I’d done more of. Maybe that I’d spent less time being scared. More time writing. More time walking.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of? God, I fucking wish I’d spent less time in my apartment.

20. How will you be spending Christmas? I spent Christmas with Nick’s family, which was all fine and well since we were literally all exposed to Covid during Scott’s funeral the week before. Four of us started having symptoms the day after Christmas. Not the best gift, obviously. 21. How will you be spending New Year’s Eve? We are going to spend New Year’s Eve at home on our couch, sick with Covid, because we went to a funeral with a bunch of antivaxxers. We might still make pirozki if we’re feeling up to it and can have one of our friends drop some ground beef off on our porch. 22. Did you fall in love in 2021? I’ve been in love for ten years next April. 23. Best month for you this year? End of August/early September was amazing, mostly because of the trip.

24. What was your favorite TV program? Of just 2021? Let’s see. His Dark Materials (season 2!), The Queen’s Gambit, The Owl House, Wandavision, Word of Honor, Kim’s Convenience, Shadow and Bone, The Great, Castlevania, Loki, Star Trek Discovery, What If, Star Wars Visions, MDZS, Midnight Mass, Arce, Cowboy Bebop, Wheel of Time, and Hawkeye were all my favorites, from being of the year to the end.

I think my absolute favorite was Loki, which I’m sure surprises absolutely nobody.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? I don’t think I have enough energy for hate at this point. I’m just tired.

26. What was the best book you read? Top ten below, because why not. Only kind of in order? Mostly not in order. All of them were amazing. *chefs kiss*

A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske

One Last Stop by Casey Mcquiston

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers

The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nghi Vo

Dark Rise by CS Pacat

A Deadly Education (and its sequel!) by Naomi Novak

Winterkeep by Kristin Cashore

She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan

Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune

Winter’s Orbit by Everina Maxwell

27. What was your greatest musical discovery? I literally relisted to The Killing Kind for three+ months because it became my de-facto sylkius song. Also, Voidfish from TAZ soothed my soul on rainy days.

28. What did you want and got? I got an effing ring!? After almost ten years? What??

29. What did you want but didn’t get? I wish Mal was still with me.

30. What was your favorite film of this year? Sooooo let’s see. Favorites from January on: Wolfwalkers, Raya and the Last Dragon, Weathering With You, In the Heights, Wish Dragon, Luca, The Green Knight, Shang-Chi, Dune, Tick Tick Boom, Spiderman No Way Home, and The Matrix Resurrections.

I think of those my favorite may have been Luca. They’re all great, but Luca had so much soul.

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? We went to have a late lunch at The Lantern, then popped into Oakland to buy new plants, and we HAD plans to go to Schmidts and The Book Loft but when we went home to drop off the plants I was too tired so we just played Hollow Knight on the couch. It was nice. Peaceful. Then the next day we went to have a VERY expensive dinner at Nick’s company Christmas party. I turned 32.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? Mal. Still. 33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2021? I wore a lot of comfortable work appropriate clothes and pajamas. I’ve been wearing jeans more, which is weird. 34. What kept you sane? Nick, usually. Rigby has been a huge help too. 35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Everyone is pretty and nothing hurts, but right now Rosamund Pike as Moraine is MURDERING me. 36. What political issue stirred you the most? I have had “fuck Donald Trump” as the answer to this question since 2015. And for the first time in half a decade... it’s not him. It’s all the problems he left behind. So I guess it is still at least a LITTLe bit “FUCK DONALD TRUMP IN THE EAR 20156789 2021″

37. Who did you miss? Mal. 38. Who was the best new person you met? I’ve got a new coworker named Sandra who is pretty nice.

39. Talk about a new friend that you made this year: I am very tired and starting to run out of energy so I’m skipping this. Sandra is very nice though. We like her.

40. Post a picture from the beginning of the year:

Apparently I just didn’t take any pictures of myself in between January and February, because this is me on me and Nick’s anniversary in April and I don’t have anything earlier that wasn’t in December of 2020.

41. Post a picture from the end of the year

And this is me getting ready for Hadestown at the tailend of November.

42. A memorable meal discovered this year?

I had this blueberry pie in Bar Harbor that will live on in my memory for many years to come. Also, Duck Fat in Portland has the best poutine I have ever had.

43. What was your favorite memory this year? That Maine trip was just a solid 10 out of 10. Would love to go on another trip like it next year. Might elope.

44. What are you excited for next year? The message from 2019 me for this question was how I hoped 2020 would be the year that we “seized life by the horns.”

The message from 2020 me was being cautiously optimistic that Biden’s transition goes well (mostly) and being exited for things to be better.

And you know what, they were. Not by much, but a little.

For next year, I am excited to get married. I am excited about books and tv shows and a bunch of other things. Mostly, I’m still cautiously optimistic that things will be better than 2020 was. Hopefully.

45. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2021: My valuable life lesson in the year of 2020 was: Life sucks. Keep your head on straight. Mourn your dead and love your living like you’ll never see them again. Live life like you could die tomorrow. And don’t take the little things for granted.

And you know what, I’m going to keep that. I think it’s a good reminder.

46. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: i promise you i’m not broken i promise you there’s more more to come, more to reach for, more to hurl at the door - Farewell Wanderlust, The Amazing Devil

2018 me apparently quoted Singing in the Rain. 2019 quoted something sad and pretentious. 2020 me quoted This Year, because she was a dramatic bitch and hurting.

2021 me is hoping. Healing. Cautiously optimistic.

#heather says what #2021 #new year's memes #year in review #selfie tag?

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