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[celia-baker]

send 👻 for a snapchat from my muse + cricket!

@cricketcampbell

[fairy-ganj-mother]

struggling to be a real person today

[mrfoox]

Some bith hacked my snapchat and sent scam messages to all my contacts and im pulling the trigger on the bastard 🔫

[coquettetoji]

{ 🪩 } EREN JEAGER MOODBOARD

★ general eren hcs ★

— hot type of nerdy * defo majors in computer science

— my boy by billie eilish coded

— has hot hands ( the veiny kind with long fingers but his hands defo aren’t abnormally huge 💀 ¡ALSO WEARS RINGS! )

— probably smells like weed, mint gum, and expensive cologne. i’m thinking creed aventus with a woody type of scent

— has a silver chain, not gold obvi 👎 defo does the tiktok arm leaning against door frame chain dangling pose

— solid 6’2 maybe 6’3 depending on shoes and lean muscular

— emotion damaging fuck boy (takes ‘hurt people hurt people’ on a whole nother level but he’s hot so who cares?)

— drives a blacked out camaro with tinted windows bc uh

— doesn’t vape, but will always occasionally smoke weed

— gym bro with a sleeper build * bench is probably 265-270 and rubs it in armin’s face atleast once a week

— has 1 playlist because he listens to spotifys default made daily mixes 💀 ( daily mix 4 is always his go to )

— his actual playlist consists of the most overplayed main stream indie songs but then has rnb songs with 3k listens per month mainly from eren that lowk hit?

— mama’s boy and likes cats > dogs

— doberman boy

— has his snapchat in his insta bio with the ghost emoji next to it

— can play guitar and surprisingly well, favorite song to play is sparks by coldplay

— wears prescription clear frame glasses with the blue light lenses on them at night but wears contacts during the day

— all his $$$ comes from stocks, doesn’t have a job but is so smart when it comes to shit like that **defo has one of those metal credit cards that clink against tables 😏

— has dimples on his lower back and deep smile lines with that joker type of smile lol hot

— 3.8 gpa, math and science smart but not reading/english smart

— has a black phone with a clear case, black background, and his most used app is tiktok and messages

— wears street wear, wife beaters, baggy jeans, graphic tees, expensive sneakers, and cargos

— brown / green eyes, show more when they’re in the sun

— has a single diamond piercing on his right ear bc he’s slutty like that

{💌} new message from mica

hopefully this wasn’t a horrible first post bc i’m new to this whole thing, i’ll figure things out after a couple youtube tutorials >:)

i will gladly go emo for eren omfg he’s such a *moan*

SETTING THIS WHOLE BLOG UP SOON I PROMISE 😛

[celia-baker]

celia: you are moronic celia: but your ass is iconic 👀 celia: LISTEN i'll just make my own and then raise it to have better TASTE celia: no traitors in this house 🙅‍♀️

👻 - Celia

cricket: r these jeans doing anything for my ass yes or no be honest cricket: unless the answer is no then lie cricket: also dont say anything abt the purse 🙄 i know its urs!!! u will get it back!!! cricket: it does like me better tho sorry it told me 😬 awk...

@celia-baker

✧ — ⋆    𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

[puck-luck]

all roads | mattias samuelsson

warnings: use of Y/N, miserable situationship, terrible cycles being repeated, more angst and thought daughter than smut and thot daughter (my b), spit, unprotected p in v, gaslighting, slight choking, fingering, oral fem!receiving, hickeys, mentions of drunk mattias, heavy on the EVIL mattias on this one… your honor i need him pairing: mattias samuelsson x fem!reader summary: fem!reader finds herself going through the motions of a confusing situationship with mattias, eventually attempting to break free of the cycle. wc: 4861

title and content based off this song

Can I come over? the text reads.

You stare at the message, thinking about the possibilities for a moment. You toy with it for a second like a proud cat who finally caught her nemesis of a mouse, letting it go just to step on its tail and capture it again. The possibility that you’re playing with is, of course, that you’ll tell Mattias ‘No.’

As much as saying no would bring you power, it’ll never work. Mattias will come over anyway. He’s probably already on the way, knowing that you’ll say yes because you always say yes to him. You always say yes and you always regret it the morning after.

You say yes. Mattias comes over. He pretends to watch the show that you’d thrown on while eating dinner, then he makes his move and you fuck. He comes, you come, he leaves. You have to change your sheets at 2am because they’re covered in sweat, cum, and spit. You forgot to lay down a towel, which is what you promised yourself you would do last time. It’s 3am by the time you go to bed and Mattias, once again, forgot to text you that he got home safe.

The cycle repeats.

Your friends have been here since the beginning of this relationship– relationship, as if you can even call it that…– and they’re getting tired of it. You can’t count the times they’ve said, “Y/N, he’s not good for you” or “Y/N, you deserve better than him.” From them, the sentiment comes so often that the truth of it has worn off. You’ve taken to responding with a groaned “I know” or an unsubstantiated “he’s been better lately!” or even a vague lie about how Mattias told you that he wants this to be more.

You’ve been able to believe your own lies, caught up in the whirlwind of emotions, until you couldn’t anymore. Just last week, after Mattias came to visit you over your fall break from grad school and you hooked up in the backseat of his car after dinner with your parents, your mom spoke up. 

“It really seems like you like him, Y/N,” she said while drying the last of the dishes. 

You were sat at the kitchen counter, fiddling with the tab of the seltzer you’ve been nursing since dessert. “Yeah, I like him, Mom.”

“Have you been seeing him long?”

“We met last year. We started hanging out in the spring.”

Your mother nodded slowly. 

“What?” You asked. 

“One of your friends talked to me at the football game a few weeks ago.”

Oh, God. “Which friend? What did she say?”

Your mother waved you off. “It doesn’t matter. She mentioned something about how you’ve changed since meeting the boy you’re dating, and now that I’ve met him, I have to say that I agree.”

It was a gut punch. You scoffed. “I can’t believe you’ve been talking about me behind my back.”

“Honey, we were barely talking about it. She just said she was worried that you’re caught up in something that won’t benefit you.”

“Well, Mom, you’ve only met him once,” you replied coldly. “You don’t even know him.”

“I know you,” your mother had said to your response. “I don’t like seeing you jump on your phone whenever you get a text.”

Mattias only sends you Snapchat messages, but that’s neither here nor there. Your mother wouldn’t understand, even if you tried to justify it.

“You just don’t seem the same, sweetheart,” she continued. “You seem quieter. I wasn’t sure what it was, but now that I know you started seeing him in the spring…” She shrugs. “It’s starting to make sense.”

You stormed out in a huff after that, venting in long texts to Mattias over Snapchat and barely receiving any sympathy. In fact, he was slightly more defensive than you: ‘I don’t think you’ve changed,’ ‘Sometimes I feel like your friends hate me just to hate me and it’s weird that they’re getting your mom involved,’ and the most telling, ‘I knew I shouldn’t have come to dinner.’ At the time, the messages seemed normal.

When you go back to your town, the place where you’ve spent the past few years with your friends and your independence and with Mattias, he invites you over to his house. You go, walking the distance between your place and his because you thought the fresh air would help clear your hear. Today, you’re a bit more tentative about letting anything happen.

“Don’t let their words get to you, babe,” Mattias murmurs, kissing the skin behind the shell of your ear. “You know what we have.”

“I know, but it’s different coming from my mom,” you complain, shrugging him off.

Mattias only doubles down on his kissing and his touching. “Let me make it up to you. Gonna give you a great night so that you forget all about that bad one.”

And he does. Despite all of his “noncommittal behavior”– your best friend’s exact words, when it comes to the things Mattias does– he is very committed to making you moan out his name. He fucks you bare, well into the night. You actually knock the sheets off the bed with all of your wiggling and repositioning, going from missionary to cowgirl within mere minutes because Mattias doesn’t like missionary, then to doggy to broken eagle to a weird position where Mattias has you on your side and your ankle rests on his shoulder. You’re perpendicular from him, staring towards the mirror in the corner of his room, and you come with Mattias’s hand around your neck. He kisses you after, just once.

Then– and get a load of this– you ask him to take you home and he says no. He says he has an early morning, with practice and all. He has to be at the rink practically before the sun rises and he doesn’t want to wake you when he gets up. It’s considerate enough, but when you sarcastically say “I guess I’ll just walk home in the dark, then,” Mattias replies, “Text me when you get home so I know you got back safe.”

For the first time since this started, you think to yourself: What if you just walked me home? Then you’d be absolutely sure that I got home safe…

In the weeks since, your mother’s words have struck you. They’ve given you pause. They’ve thrown you for a loop– or one of the many other synonyms that you could use for your new perspective. If the people around you are saying Mattias has changed you, maybe they’re right. Your mother met him once and thought that she should say something. That has to mean something.

You’ve noticed the pattern: that Mattias rarely ever texts you first, and when he does, he wants to see you. What started as sweet, cute meet ups last spring for coffee or a movie or dinner have devolved into hurried hookups in your bed, rarely ever Mattias’s. He never sleeps over and he always makes an excuse when you try to sleep at his place. When he turns you down, it’s because he has film to watch, or practice to attend, or plans with his friends. When you turn him down in order to study or do homework, he persuades you that he can relieve your stress with school or that you’d have more fun in his company.

You’ve been a negligent friend and an even worse person because of Mattias. Yet– you just keep going back.

Maybe it’s because of the potential he has. You know he can be affectionate and kind and perfect. You feel it in the reverent touches to your skin when he undresses you. You see it in his eyes when he stares up at you, perched on his lap and grinding against him. You hear it when he calls you ‘babe’ and tosses a wink at you when he’s too far away to swat at your ass. He lets you hang out with his friends– only with his friends, he won’t hang out with yours– and claims you by holding you on his thigh and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. He shares drinks with you, he always comes when you call, and he always is by your side when you’re stressed or upset. Even when you say you want to be alone, Mattias knows that you don’t really. He knows that you want someone there, seeing through all your feeble lies, and he is.

Your friends say that it’s making you codependent on him. You think that he’s really just trying to help you.

Tomato, tomato.

So, you stop talking about him. You start seeing him in secret. Everyone knows– of course they do– but you pretend like there’s nothing happening anymore. You’re tired of people saying that he’s bad for you, especially when Mattias makes you feel so good.

You’re able to keep up the facade for a few months. Your roommate ignores the beeping of the alarm and the creak of the door from your late night departures and early, early morning arrivals. Your friends stop asking about Mattias because you stop telling them about what you did with him last weekend– you went down to Nashville in Tennessee for his team’s game on Friday night, then spent Saturday night on Broadway with Ti, a name that he hates but you insist on using. He wishes you would call him Sammy, like his ‘bros’ do, but you can’t stand the idea of being on the same level as them. You’re not his friend or his teammate. You’re seeing him, consistently, and isn’t that enough to consider your ‘thing’ a relationship? Not to Mattias.

He has changed you. He’s given you every reason to move on– a lack of a label, which you’ve asked for. A lack of consistency, which you’ve begged for. You’re tired of him requiring you to say hello to him whenever you see him around, but he’ll never do the same if he sees you. You can’t count the times that he’s offhandedly mentioned “Oh, yeah, I saw you in the park last week” or “Did you go to that coffee shop on Fifth the other day? I think I saw you when I drove by” or “Got you a ticket for the game. You’re still coming right?” (No, you weren’t planning on it, but his pouty lip in one of the rare pictures he sends through Snap goes right to your heart.)

It’s exhausting.

And yet, he’s at the end of every road that you try to forge for yourself. You tell him no– he comes over. You ask for space– he convinces you that you don’t need it. You get stressed about grad school and try to pawn him off– he tells you that he’ll quiz you, then reward you for every answer you get right.

You’re tired. Your grades are being affected. You’ve even called out of work for him, multiple times, something your manager isn’t happy about. Yet– you keep going back. You keep finding him at the end of the path.

There he is: Mattias Samuelsson, in all of his 6-foot-4-inch, 235-pound, goofy smile glory. One look into his smug eyes, insisting that he knows you even without saying it aloud, and you’re done for. You fall right back into bed. 

It has to stop, you decide. You’re set on ignoring Mattias for as long as it takes for him to get the hint. You’re upset about the decision, yes– but you’re tired of looking at yourself in the mirror and wondering if you even recognize the girl staring back at you. You try to convince yourself and say that you never left, you never changed, but you know that deep down, things are different. Maybe you and Mattias decided to be together in another life. In a third, perhaps you never met. You wonder which outcome would make you happiest and you aren’t able to make a real decision, but you do know that the current situation is making you miserable. You can’t keep doing this. 

Two weeks pass where you don’t text first. It’s the easiest way to start– letting Mattias come to you. He texts you a couple of times, but you tell him that you have plans with your friends that are unavoidable. 

Surprisingly, you’re able to make those plans happen. Now that you’re not hanging out with Mattias all the time anymore, they’re happy to see you and catch up. You don’t have much to say since the last few months of your life have revolved around a boy that they don’t like, but at least you’re there. At least you’re seeing them.

It’s the first time in a long time that you’ve gotten the breath of fresh air that you were looking for.

Everything is fine– improving, even. One of your friends says that she saw Mattias on Tinder the day prior and you can’t find it in yourself to care. You just shrug and say that you wish him the best. It gets you a few perturbed looks, but you couldn’t care less. You’re no longer under his thumb.

The itch is still there. If he called, you’d come.

And when he does, you do.

It’s more of a text message than a phone call. It’s through Snapchat, like always, but you’re used to that. Mattias’s tone, however, is different. 

You’ve gotten to know him like the back of your hand over the past year. He’s had you bare and laid out beneath him, ugly crying over school, and unable to stop laughing because of something he said that wasn’t funny at 4am. Come to think of it– the thing that wasn’t funny was that he had a tee time at 8am and he had still chosen to stay up with you.

Chosen to stay up with you. You’re not sure that’s true anymore. Maybe he had just waited it out, until you gave in and caved to his advances, and it happened to be in the early hours of the morning.

It doesn’t matter.

Can I come over?, his text says. 

You’re right back where you started.

His little Bitmoji pops into the chat as you stare at the message, debating your answer. He starts to type and you feel caught out, wanting to swipe away and ignore the message. You know you can’t.

I just wanna talk :/

Mattias rarely uses emojis, at least not the ones that look like actual facial expressions (he loves the poop-face emoji and the 100 and the t-rex). He uses manually typed emojis even less, only replying to you once with a “:)” after you sent a “:(” when he stole your water bottle and refused to return it unless you came over to get it yourself.

Because of that, you believe him. You call him– through Snapchat, by the way. It’s never any less humiliating.

“So?” Mattias asks, instead of a hello.

“Are you already on your way?” You ask.

His low laugh rumbles through the phone. “Babe, I’m already outside.”

“Of course you are. I’ll come get you in a minute.” You hang up, untucking yourself from underneath your comfy bedsheets and sliding on your slippers. You’re wearing your most homely pajamas, but the weather is starting to get cold, so you wrap yourself up in your bathrobe and go to greet him. 

Mattias is at the door when you open it. You’re not sure how he got into the apartment complex, but he must have snuck in behind someone else. He probably found a guest spot and parked there, or he stole an open spot in the lot that belongs to someone else… hopefully, he’ll leave before he gets towed. Your talk shouldn’t last too long– all you have to say is that this is over. 

“Hey, gorgeous. I was wondering when I’d see you next.” Mattias steps across the threshold and dips his head to try and give you a kiss. ‘Try’ is the key word, considering you turn your head to the side and he catches your cheekbone. 

“What’s up, Mattias?” You ask.

He’s taken slightly aback by your response. You know that from the way his hand drops from your waist and finds his pockets. “Are we jumping right into this?” He sounds a bit forlorn as he questions you. 

You sigh a bit, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t have that much to say, Ti.”

He goes to correct you, like he always does when you call him ‘Ti,’ but he seems to change his mind. He looks you up and down, lifting a hand up to scrub over the scruffy shadow lining his face. “Is this over?” He asks.

Tentatively, you nod. “I think so,” you confirm quietly.

Mattias looks down at you, always towering above you in a once-sexy way, but now it’s just upsetting. You liked him. He didn’t treat you right. Yet– you still want him.

“So this is it?”

He sounds just as dejected as you. Although– he seems like he was quicker to acceptance. Probably because he’s got another girl lined up already, having met her on his secret Tinder that you shouldn’t know about. Who knows how long he’s had it– maybe he’s been on there since even before you stopped talking to him.

You cross your arms over your chest. “Yeah, Mattias. This is it.”

He stares at you for a minute. With hesitation written all throughout his movements, he brings a hand up and caresses your shoulder. 

“Shit,” Mattias mumbles. He sounds genuinely regretful and it’s working. You want to wrap your arms around his waist and press your face into his chest and hold him while he hugs you, but you fight to stay still. “I wish I had known…” he trails off, then bows his head. His fingers find the neckline of your robe, toying with the plush fabric. “If I had known that last time was the last time, I would’ve made it better for you.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you reply, your voice somewhere between a tease, a whisper, and a scoff. 

Mattias lets a little smile grace his face. “Just gonna miss you, that’s all.”

“Are you?”

He’s taken aback again by how brash you are, how disbelieving of his sweet words. It’s a stark contrast from who you were for the past year– the girl who was willing to go back to Mattias with just a slight nudge.

His lips part in surprise, pink and full and distracting. You won’t let his Cupid’s Bow shatter the guard that you worked so hard to put up. He’s so pretty. If things were different, you’d be happy staying with him forever. At one time, you thought that maybe you would.

“Of course I’m going to miss you,” Mattias says. “We were together for a year, babe.”

“Don’t call me that.” You turn your head to the side, biting the inside of your cheek. You shrug his heavy hand off your body. “You know we weren’t ‘together.’ You didn’t want to be.”

“It– didn’t make sense to me,” Mattias says, trying to salvage the situation. “You know that. With my job, I just don’t have time for a relationship.”

“So you decided to string me along for a year?” You ask. “You know I wanted something more.”

“I thought we agreed…” Mattias cuts himself off again. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry that you weren’t happy. I wish I could make it up to you, but… if this is it…”

“It is.”

Mattias looks at you for a little while longer. It’s absurd, how you’re still standing in the foyer of your apartment. Your roommate could be listening in. It’s not even that late. Part of you hopes that she is listening– so she can hear that you’re standing your ground and that it’s truly over. The rest of you hopes that she’s asleep and missing the whole thing. You feel too… vulnerable. This is a private conversation between you and Mattias. It’s the final bit that you can have, just between you and him.

“Can I kiss you?” Mattias asks.

It’s jarring and you go to say no, but he adds something before you can.

“Just– to say goodbye. I want to remember the last time I kissed you.”

He knows you just as well as you know him. He knows exactly how to break your resolve, exactly how to strike and when to get what he wants.

You fold. Unable to find your voice, you can only nod.

Relief spreads over Mattias’s face. His smile bares his top teeth slightly, just before he moves in. 

He touches you all over. One of his hands rises through your hair, fisting the strands and tugging slightly. He loosens the knot that you had tied your hair into while doing homework earlier, making the shorter face-framing strands escape and brush along your skin. His other hand encompasses the curve of your waist, then slides to the small of your back. He pulls you close, pressing you into his front and leaving no space between your bodies. You can feel his strong, warm figure fully encompassing your own.

You suddenly want to cry. This is the last time. You’re mourning Mattias already, knowing that you have to treasure the time you have left with him, to treasure this last kiss. 

You kiss him back, touching his scruff and fingering at the hair at the nape of his neck. You hear yourself whimper quietly against his lips, which makes Mattias pull you closer.

“Please,” he murmurs, sealing the plea with a lick into your mouth. “Fuck, baby, please.”

“Please what?” You say, lips still brushing his. That’s how close you are.

His hand brushes the globes of your ass, not quite cupping the covered skin, but definitely feeling you out. “One more time,” Mattias says. His tongue fills your mouth again, working against yours and distracting you. “Let me touch you one more time. It’ll be so good, please? I can’t let last time be our last time, not like that.”

You should say no and you know it. Then, his lips leave yours and he sucks a mark just past the curve of your jaw, at the sensitive spot below your earlobe. Heat pumps through your body and Mattias feels so strong and solid beneath your palms.

He’s working you, playing you like a fiddle. It’s so easy to fall back into your old routine, to let him have what he wants… what you want.

“One last time,” you concede, your voice still slightly unsure, and the relaxed sigh that eases Mattias’s posture is justification enough for your inability to hold strong.

He all but beelines for your room, intertwining his fingers with yours so that he can tug you along impatiently. 

His touches are just as sensual as always, but laced with an urgency that has your clothes falling away from your body in just a few moments.

He undresses himself much more slowly, teasing you until you’re complaining about how long it’s taking and how it wouldn’t kill him to just get on with it. Mattias reminds you that it’s the last time he gets to see you like this, and you with him, so he wants to take his time with it. That shuts you up.

You take in the soft skin of his chest and abdomen. He’s always been toned and muscular and broad, but the curves of his love handles and the fold of his tummy when he sits back juxtaposes the athletic body that you’ve come to adore. He’s long and broad and thick in the best places, although his body moves with the delicacy and grace of a much daintier person. That’s Mattias– a Russian nesting doll of surprises. You wish you could keep him.

“Open up for me, babe,” Mattias tells you gently, working his hand between your knees and nudging them apart. He kneels between your legs when they’re spread far enough, letting his hand slide along your skin and create ripples of goosebumps in its wake. He nears your core, his eyes growing focused on the skin between your legs. 

He always gets like this– hyper focused on the part of you that he likes most, the part of you that he’s claimed as his ‘home’ on multiple occasions. He gets so focused on the part of you that brings him the most pleasure. You’re finally seeing it for what it is: lust. Not love. Not a reciprocation of your feelings. Everyone tried to convince you of this for months, but you didn’t believe them then. You recognize it now… but you’re not willing to let him go without one last time in which you can fool yourself into believing it’s real?

So you let him in. You let him touch you. You let his fingers fill you the way that only they can, long and deft and agile. You let his mouth close over your clit, lathering spit into the bud until you’re dripping and writhing against him. 

“Ti,” you cry out when you get close, your nails digging into the muscle of his shoulder.

He grins up at you from between your legs. “Always liked it when you called me that,” Mattias says. “I don’t think I ever told you.”

Then, he increases his pace and he makes you come, flicking kitten licks over your clit like he didn’t just say something that changes your perception of the past and all the times he corrected you and asked you to call him ‘Sammy.’

You’re still thinking about it, his words running through your head like an endless loop, as he starts to work his cock into you.

“Say it again,” Mattias pleads, pressing kiss after kiss to your eager mouth. He makes sure he’s close to you, staying in just this one position: face to face, flush against each other, heart to heart. 

You repeat his little nickname breathlessly as many times as he asks. You watch the blush spread down his neck and his chest as he rolls his hips into you. He places his hand on your stomach, pressing down until he swears he can feel himself moving inside of you and you swear that it’s just making it harder to hold on. You don’t want him to make you come a second time, nor for him to finish inside of you– for the second time ever. The only other time was after your mother disapproved of him and he reassured you that she, and all of your other friends, were wrong. You don’t want this to end.

The room is hot and Mattias surrounds you. You’re expecting him to move you around like he always does, but it never comes. He lets you stare up at his face and kiss him as many times as you can and he does the exact same. It’s addicting and confusing and you want it to always be like this, but it can’t be.

He buries his face in your neck and kisses you, sucking hickey after hickey along your neck as he nears his peak. You can feel it in the way his fingertips clench on your skin, pressing tiny bruises along your hips, the back of your neck, and the soft skin where he sucked that first hickey– the one that broke your resolve.

Something to remember him by, you think briefly, although the thought only passes through your head and doesn’t stick until he’s long gone.

Mattias finishes inside of you, another thing to remember him by. He lets you grind into him until you come too, only subtly shifting his hips because he’s so sensitive. He lets his fingertips do most of the work, showering your clit in reverent touches that nearly bring tears to your eyes.

Conversation is stilted as you get dressed again. The weight of reality lies on you both like tons and tons of marble. It feels a little bit like being buried alive, you think.

You walk Mattias to the door. He kisses your forehead when he goes and wraps you in a big hug, holding you for a couple of minutes without saying a thing at all. He’s reluctant to let you go and you’re reluctant to let him leave. 

It’s for the best. This was the last time. It had to be.

In three weeks, you tell yourself the same thing as you drive to pick up a drunk Mattias from the bar. He called because it was close to your place and he couldn’t think of who else to call– said the bartender who talked to you on the phone. You may remember that it was the last time, but Mattias doesn’t seem to. 

His tender touches and babbled, drunken compliments reignite old feelings inside of you, ones that you’ve been hoping to quash for what feels like forever now. 

You’re starting to wonder if you’ll ever really be free of Mattias Samuelsson.

notes: in case this feels real to you, just know that i based it off of my worst situationship with my evil ex! i have been through this too, you know. i will desire mattias carnally... even if he is a red flag and incredibly evil in this one.....

[aesthetixhoe]

random ethan landry head cannons — E.L.

warnings: some nsfw ones, nothing too bad, maybe slightly queer coded ethan? (some thoughts)

word count:

pronouns used: this is about ethan >:(

authors note: this is just to get something for ethan out while I work on my very long ethan fic :) nsfw in red <3

loves spider man

his fav holiday is halloween

he loves dressing up for it.

He had a short-lived cosplay phase. While that didn't work out, he still loves making costume parts, and takes Halloween very seriously.

his favorite color is blue <3 (regardless of what i say in later things)

he is such a movie nerd, omg

he will skip his classes to go see a movie the day it comes out, at the first showing. or if it's on a streaming service he will wake up early so that way he is one of the first people to watch it so he doesn't get anything spoiled.

he loves emojis. he will use all the hearts, the "aesthetic ones", and the ones like 😭😃😈 ironically

he doesn't post anything to instagram, snapchat, tiktok, anything. he just uses it to talk to people, take pictures with filters for fun, or to watch things

he's really oblivious to flirting.

unless you flat out say "I like you" or "you're really cute and I want to date you," he probably won't pick up on it.

he used to wear glasses, but got bullied, so he started wearing contacts :(

he loves syfy

he secretly loves romcoms and reality tv but he would never tell anyone

snack lover. his favorite being cheetos ofc

can cook "depression meals," and that's the end of his cooking expertise

definitely likes star wars

has star wars pajama pants

math is his favorite subject

wanted to have an emo phase but was too scared he would be bullied

likes COD and halo, but doesn't play it with people he knows cause he's scared he's bad :(

he is so insecure about everything. poor boy </3

loves pet names!!

he doesn't have a preface for him, but he loves using baby and sweetheart for his s/o

has for sure thought about chad in a sexual way.

he would never act on anything.

once told chad how he was insecure of his body, so chad started taking him to the gym with him

says he hates when chad is a hype man, but actually loves it

used to want to be an engineer when he grew up, but actually did it in middle school and didn't like it

was an honor roll student

has always wanted to travel somewhere outside the US, but doesn't know where

is an amazing cuddler

give great hugs

his hands are warm all the time

it makes him self-conscious when holding someone's hand, but he tries to ignore it

is a potato enjoyer

has a cat back home that he misses a lot

is awful at bowling

and most sports

it's not that he's not fit enough, he just has bad hand eye coordination

jackets >> hoodies

brushes, flosses, and uses mouthwash 2 times a day, EVERYDAY.

can eat 😼 like no other

takes pictures straight out of the shower, with just a towel around his waist to "see his gym progress"

catches on super quick to things his partner likes

is inexperienced, but still very skilled somehow??

knows where the clit is

is submissive, but he also wants to be dominate

will take whatever his s/o gives

love language is touch, even though he's scared in the beginning

once he gets used to his s/o he loves touching them

he likes hickeys.

whether they're on him or his s/o. he doesn't care. he likes them on him because it shows people he has someone who liked him enough to do that to him. and he likes them on the other person because it shows that they're his.

[cayrola]

𝟏-𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐡𝐜𝐬

𓂃𑁍 ࣪˖ includes: bakugo, deku, shoto, ochako, momo, kirishima, & denki

𓂃𑁍 ࣪˖ note: this is kinda bad sorry. just wanted to post something and i was having mha brainrot ˃ᴗ˂

꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰

bakugo:

is in mostly ap and honors classes and gets all a’s and b’s

is in a study group with mina, kiri, denki, and sero

teachers have a love-hate relationship with him (who doesn’t)

the type to argue with the teacher if they’re ‘wrong’ or if they make a mistake about something

has snapchat but doesn’t use it bc he finds it stupid and doesn’t get why anyone would use it religiously

his snap score is so low—like 1k type low

follows his favorite celebrities on insta

has tiktok but doesn’t post a single thing; mina forces him to repost all of her vids tho

plays football and basketball but was kicked pff the basketball team for being to aggressive

gymrat

3.998 gpa and it pisses him off bc he wants a 4.0

lives in a gated community

deku:

band kid i fear

debate team too

has a 3.4 gpa and wishes it was higher but is okay with it

gets b’s on all of the tests but a’s on the hw

in only 2 ap classes and it’s ap art and apush

he got a 4 on his ap art portfolio and a 3 on apush

the sleepiest sleeper build anyone could ever have

only uses snapchat to ft his friends bc he doesn’t have an iphone and most of them do

deku with glasses and braces (canon)

def uses twitter religiously; tweets about EVERYTHING he possibly can. his entire life story is basically there

teacher’s pet but in a good way; all his teachers love him and how respectful he is but if they forget the hw, he will keep his mouth shut

would still love all might

shoto:

easy 4.0 gpa

all of his class are ap and honors

all a’s—gets a 95% or above

loves checking out books from the library

doesn’t have social media, thinks it’s stupid

is on debate team with deku, does tennis and does track and field (100m and 200m). probably does any club he can get into so he doesn’t have to go home so early

never has hw bc he does it all at school

so many people have a crush on him, but he doesn’t acknowledge it or he just doesn’t notice

also shoto with glasses (canon)

is into photography

carries around a camera when he goes to big cities for school trips

has all of the latest apple products

also lives in a gated community

has at least one airpod in constantly

ochako:

literally my pookie wookie dookie bear

neat, color-coded notes

3.0 gpa, she studies with deku and shoto when they’re not busy

isn’t in many clubs bc she works after school

i can see her working at coldstone or something

has a samsung

has a pink owala waterbottle—gifted to her by momo

wears the simplest outfits but they’re super cute (thx to momo)

def comforts girls that are crying in the bathroom

her fav teacher is her math teacher but her fav subjects are p.e. and english

likes peach rings, sour gummy worms, and strawberry pocky

gossips with mina, momo, jirou, and hagakure at football games

has the pink bow jansport backpack—her parents surprised her with it as one of her early bday gifts

i feel like she would have a fluffy white cat named snuggles or cupcake

momo:

also gated community

also has a 4.0 gpa

all ap classes

does ap art and got a 5 on her portfolio

i feel like she would be captain of the swim team

hates sodas

i saw a tiktok saying she would be a bop and wear ethikas to school and vape and omg. she would NOT.

she’s so loyal to whoever her s/o is

she would wear stuff from like that light academia aesthetic on pinterest

would never touch a vape in her life. she tries to encourage the people that vape in the bathrooms to not do it

mascara girly for lifeeee

has a whole lash routine

definitely helped ochako with her outfits and make much of what she has

smells so girlalala

only has an apple watch and iphone. she was gifted airpods from her aunt but doesn’t use them often unless she’s going for a run

spoils her friends cuz she feels like it

kiri:

one of the popular kids fssss

is on the football team with bakugo and does track with shoto (same events)

knows everyone and everything about them (not intentionally tho. he just ends up finding out)

likes the c4 energy drinks—blue raspberry sour patch kid flavor is his favorite

sprays axe like it’s body mist

washes his face only with water and hand soap and has such clear skin

3.0 gpa and is proud of it

is in culinary arts bc he wants to eat before lunch starts

no ap classes, just regular ones

everyone likes him, it’s so hard for someone to not like him

watches youtube with denki on the chrome books

actually pays attention to what bakugo says during their study sessions bc he doesn’t wanna fail his tests

gets c’s and above on his assignments

try hard in p.e.

uses snap but not like denki—snap score is like 100k-200k (all from streaks)

avg crumbl cookie enjoyer

bromance with all of his friends

“i love u bro. no homo”

“i wanna kiss u so bad rn, man. no homo tho”

denki:

sigh

2.5 gpa and is perfectly okay with it. anytime bakugo brings it up he says “it could always be worse”

plays fortnite and dti with the baddies instead of studying

chronically online

brainrot humor

wyll warrior

snap score is like 700k

wears pj pants to school

avg call of duty enjoyer

has one of those kiddy backpacks from walmart. he probably got minnie mouse or bubble guppies

finishes his tests first just so he can go on his chromebook

plays papa’s freezeria when he’s done with his tests

loves p.e.

i feel like he had one of those rolling backpacks in elementary school all the way til middle school

goes to summer school every single year

gets low b’s-high f’s on his assignments (usually get c’s and d’s tho)

films the fights in the hallways

skips classes to get food (crumbl mukbangs in the car w kirishima)

he hit a vape once and is addicted now

gets made fun of for it

calls himself a nonchalant dreadhead (the exact opposite)

says “im gonna touch u vro” as a comeback

⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ⊹˚Ꮺ

© cayrola on tumblr. 2024. all rights reserved. pls don’t translate, copy, or steal my work in any way.

hope u enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it !! also, should i do pt2 with other characters or no ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა

[mksbigg3stfan]

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{ 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐇𝐂 !! ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

▪︎ Maya is a huge Ellegaard fan !! The "E" shirt she wears is actually meant to be Ellegaard themed, so I think she looks up to her a lot as a role model as a Redstone Engineer !! This also ties into me thinking the Blaze Rods and Jesse's gang reflect each other, kind of like characters from both groups are each other's foils. In this case, Maya is Olivia's foil !! They're kind of like personal rivals, and are both the Redstoners of their team. However, while Olivia is more cautious and likely to follow the books closely, Maya is more experimental and wants to discover something new. Which often ends in disaster. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

▪︎ I think Maya, like all the Blaze Rods, is extremely competitive. She hates losing, so she takes her rivalry with Olivia pretty seriously, and is always trying to make something to one up her. Just like Olivia, she has redstone dust permanently embedded underneath her fingernails, and has that redstone kind of scent clinging to her. But, Maya always paints her nails and wears pretty strong perfume, so it's kind of hard to tell. (But it's definitely there.)

▪︎ Before Lukas left the Blaze Rods, I think Petra and Maya got along relatively fine, but mostly had a business relationship. Maya probably just talked to Petra about getting more redstone.

▪︎ Maya and Gill are dating, just because I think it would be funny if Aiden was their third wheel !! It took him about two years to figure it out ... he walks in the middle behind them while they hold hands and looks pissed off. He is the ultimate third wheel !!

▪︎ She loves taking pictures with Aiden and Gill and putting stupid snapchat filters on them !! Aiden because she thinks it's funny how mad he gets when he sees himself in the camera with douyin makeup and cat whiskers and shit, and Gill because she loves her bf !!

▪︎ Her and Gill have a matching lockscreen of them together in a goofy ass selfie. They both probably love to take 0.5 pictures and laugh over them like they're the funniest shit they've ever seen.

▪︎ Maya loves to mess with Aiden and piss him off because she thinks his angry face is funny !!

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If you want to hear my HC of a character, you can ask !! :3 Also, feel free to put your HC in the replies and reblogs !! I love hearing people's Hc !! >_<

[drpeppertummy]

ok this is kinda long & rambling & not really what i wanted it to be bc my brain was half hanging out the entire time & i was too impatient to wait for it to squeeze back in

[stuffing]

"Are you sure that's enough potatoes?"

"Shut up," said Alfie as he chopped up the last potato in the bag, and Marsha laughed.

"Hey, I just wanna make sure you're not gonna leave the table hungry," she teased, slipping her hand between the undone bottom buttons of his shirt and giving his soft belly a friendly squeeze.

"You're gonna be the one leavin' hungry if you don't watch it," he said, turning to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"Hey, you two, play nice," said Max, clacking his tongs at them. Marsha and Alfie exchanged a knowing smile, then engulfed Max in a double bear hug, drawing a grunt out of him as they squeezed him tight.

Some people might have supposed the chances of Alfie leaving the table hungry were slim to none, given that he'd eaten a few donuts at work not that long ago and lunch not long before that. Those same people would likely have been unfamiliar with Alfie's appetite. Marsha supposed he could have eaten half a bakery and still been hungry for dinner. Fortunately, there was plenty to go around tonight: a hefty chicken, a big pan of broccoli, asparagus, and squash, and an enormous pot of Alfie's famous mashed potatoes for good measure.

Despite his still-slightly-full stomach, Alfie's appetite was perfectly intact, and he put himself together a nice big plate before joining his partners at the table. His belly rumbled. He was far from starving, but mashed potatoes were a weakness of his, and he'd been thinking about them all day. Sitting down with a big scoop on his plate, he gladly dipped his fork into it and took a bite.

"You would not believe the idiot day I had at work," said Max, cutting a bite of chicken. "Somebody decided to let a live lobster loose in the hallway. You know who had to go wrangle it?"

"I like the mental image of you wrangling a lobster," laughed Marsha. "Get someone to record it next time, I wanna see."

"Please, it's probably all over Snapchat or whatever the kids are on anymore."

"Imagine that. Our Maxie, a star," grinned Alfie, patting him on the back. Max rolled his eyes.

"And what'd you all do today?"

"I didn't wrangle any lobsters but I did have to wrangle a cat," said Marsha. "This dumbass brought him in without a carrier. Like a cat's gonna sit patiently in a waiting room full of other animals."

"People are ridiculous," said Max, shaking his head. He turned to Alfie. "How about you, what'd you wrangle?"

"Just Leon's decrepit Nissan," said Alfie. "It broke down in the Dollar General driveway, he and that bitchy old queen he's always got on his arm had to shove it all the way up the little incline."

"He still has that thing? How has it not just fallen to pieces yet?"

"Because he keeps bringin' it to me! I am so sick to death of that stupid car."

"Hey, he's keeping you in business," said Marsha.

The three went on chattering away as they ate, and Alfie was so caught up in the conversation that he managed to clear his plate completely without even realizing it. He looked down at the empty plate, surprised, then, after a moment of consideration, got up for a sizable second scoop of potatoes. He was far from hungry now, but the food had yet to lose its appeal, and there was more than enough left in the pot; it only made sense to have a little extra.

"How are you not full yet? I don't think I'm even gonna be able to finish what's on my plate," said Max.

"Oh, do you even hear yourself? Alfie doesn't get full," Marsha teased.

"Well, take the rest of mine," said Max, sliding his plate over to Alfie. "I'm stuffed."

Alfie's stomach capacity was impressive, but the extra potatoes alone were enough to fill him up after starting the big meal on a not-so-empty stomach. He could feel the waist of his pants beginning to tighten around his belly, but that wasn't going to stop him from finishing off Max's scraps. It was only a little bit, after all; it would be silly to put them back with the rest. And besides, Alfie was never one to back down from a challenge, even if it wasn't really a challenge at all. Despite the heavy feeling swelling in his stomach, he went on eating.

It was rare for Alfie to really feel stuffed, but as he finished off the last few bites of Max's dinner, he found that feeling growing closer. His belly felt taut and packed, bulging out firmly now against his jeans. He was glad to be done as he scooped up the last little bite of broccoli, feeling utterly stuffed and ready to quit, when Marsha's plate suddenly joined the other two in front of him.

"I think I'm done," she said, leaning back in her seat. "You can have the rest of mine."

Alfie held a tentative hand against his belly. It pushed out impressively against his shirt, sticking out so far that it pressed against the table when he leaned forward to accept the plate. There wasn't much on it--Marsha's appetite was considerably bigger than Max's, albeit still smaller than his--but right now, those few bites of chicken and potato seemed like an enormous amount. Still, it was in front of him, and it was only a tiny bit. Reluctantly, he picked his fork up again and got to work.

Getting through Marsha's leftovers wasn't easy, but Alfie managed it. Each bite stretched his stomach just a little bit further, and the pressure building inside his belly was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He was so concentrated on putting away those few little bites that he didn't even notice Max leaving the table to retrieve the gluten free cake he'd made the night before.

"Ooh, fancy," said Marsha, admiring the shapely dessert.

"Figured I oughtta put somethin' together since we were makin' a nice dinner." Max cut each of them a small piece and distributed the plates. Alfie's overstuffed belly let out a soft gurgle of dismay. If he hadn't been out of space before taking Marsha's scraps, he certainly was now. His stomach felt drum-tight, pushing out round and firm and straining the waist of his jeans, and he half-doubted he'd even be able to get up from the chair. Still, he couldn't resist at least a bite of the dessert. Max was an excellent baker, after all, and the slice was already cut.

The first bite of the cake, though delicious, went down hard, and his stomach groaned uncomfortably as it struggled to fit it. The second bite was even more difficult. Finally, after forcing down a third bite, Alfie set down his fork and leaned back in his seat, his round tummy bulging absurdly out in front of him.

"What, you're not gonna finish?" Marsha gave him a perplexed look. Alfie shook his head, resting a hand on his belly.

"I can't fit another bite," he confessed. Marsha looked surprised, then amused.

"Why, Alfie Shannon," she teased, pointing her fork at him. "I didn't think that belly of yours had a limit!" Alfie halfheartedly stuck his tongue out at her, then slumped down in his seat, both hands sitting atop his tummy.

It wasn't until the three of them finally got up from the table that Marsha and Max realized just how much Alfie's belly was sticking out. He felt heavy and sleepy, weighed down by the enormous mass of food stretching his stomach. Still, he helped clean up, albeit moving a lot more slowly than usual.

"Poor Alfie, look at that big belly," said Marsha, giving his distended tummy a gentle pat. "Go lay down, we've got it."

"I'm fine," said Alfie, but when she insisted again, he didn't argue. His belly was aching now that he was up and moving, and he wanted nothing more than to sprawl out on the couch, which he gladly did. His round tummy stuck straight up from his stocky frame, the lower half exposed between the undone bottom buttons of his shirt. With a soft grunt, he reached down and unbuttoned his pants. It didn't do much to relieve the pressure, but at least the jeans were no longer digging into his skin.

It didn't take long for the other two to finish straightening up the kitchen, and they were soon sitting on either side of their mouthy little partner. Marsha lifted his head to lay it on her lap, and he looked up at her, a rare softness in his dark eyes. She smiled down at him and placed a hand on his belly.

"Y'know, you're pretty cute when you're too full to mouth off," she said, patting his tummy. It made a heavy thumping sound, packed solid after the enormous meal.

"I'd say the same to you, but I don't think I've seen it yet," he said, nothing but fondness in his voice.

"Hey, watch it or I'm gonna start squeezing."

[paingoes]

Some thoughts/questions about the Roleswap AU

Are Delta's powers less strong in this AU because they weren't trained like in the original, or is it just a feature of the AU?

"You should let me fix that for you." So Apollo is a medic in this AU as well?

Someone needs to rescue Lorry :(

Speaking of Lorry, I'm glad Paris isn't completely isolated and that he and Lorry can complain about their owners/captors/bosses to each other. Canon Delta didn't really have anyone like that :(

Delta being mad at his dad for beating Paris is reminiscent of Paris being mad at Simon for beating Delta.

Urchin spine???? I'm a little confused about what's going on there.

"Figure it out." Sure, Delta. He'll just "figure out" PTSD and conditioning and faulty brain wiring.

Paris needs a (non-drugged?) massage. Regularly. And a punching bag, or some sort of outlet to get it out of his system. Idk if that would help any tho, I'm no expert. (Now I'm imagining Paris chasing cat toys lol. Because prey drive.)

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Delta: stay with me while I sleep

Paris: you just tried to beat me up and muzzle me for trying to help you, are you kidding me? No.

Delta: Please :(

Paris: ...the waterfall is nice here. Fine.

giggling like a maniac. oh my god these walls of texts are my favorite thing to receive i feel so fucking blessed everytime.

1.) yes, delta was born with weaker powers in this AU, but if he was "trained" with the same intensity as canon he could've had them raised artificially. probably to only a small fraction of his canon potential but still higher than they are now. if you ask me i think he's a little insecure about this! that's really what he's getting at in the ending scene and why paris accuses him of pushing it too far. maybe he knows he has more potential that he hasnt unlocked yet.

if AS!delta got to glimpse into his canon reality, in spite of all the angst potential everything he might witness there, i feel like his dominant reaction is still going to be I CAN DO THAT?????

he cant do that

2.) yes :) whatever AU apollo lands in i feel like hes always gonna be like. right in the middle of med school and really annoying about it. kittys like oh my god you didnt graduate yet knock it off. and hes like. sounds like someones humors are unbalanced 😌

3.) oh my god yeah lorelai is in trouble!!! i feel like she came out of training a lot less fucked up than paris, kind of in the same way that she came out of their canon childhoods less fucked up than paris, because she's genuinely a better student and less likely to draw negative attention to herself. but i also think shes still very much in survival mode and has that adaptive stress to keep her going. so shes not necessarily falling apart in the way paris is because paris's environment is so relaxed relatively. it's hard to say what lifestyle is even right for lorelai i feel like she really does thrive under conflict and will always seek out some level of danger but it has to be tempered somewhat so she doesnt just. end up totally exploited and traumatized by the end of it. yeah i worry about that girl.

4.) mm yeah this was meant to parallel deltas little late night chats w kitty and apollo in canon, but you're right, they cant really commiserate w him in the same way because he hid so much for them.

also do you like that delta lets paris have a phone. i think this is actually an incredibly endearing thing about AS!delta and proof that he really is kind of nice because not only is he letting paris stay in touch with lorelai. he also knows who lorelai is and is concerned about her purely because paris is concerned about her. delta and lorelai have never met in person in this AU and they only know each other through paris but i imagine theyre like. friends on snapchat lol.

5.) yeah im sorry i still do think this scene is so funny to imagine. like its not funny but i know the way it happened was so fucking abrupt and stupid like. paris kinda swipes at delta -> IMMEDIATELY getting beat up by the king in a really stupid and direct way. like i know it was not premeditated at all it is purely just "get your fucking hands off my daughter". total parental instincts. yes delta was super mad about it at the time like oh my god stop stop he didnt mean to!!! and i think hes kinda more shaken up by it than paris even is cause paris is used to getting beat up. but yeah delta did not like that.

6.) i shouldve said pufferfish spine. deltas spiking paris w the shit that gets dolphins high in the wild. its a purely fantasy thing but yeah its a mild analgestic/muscle relaxant.

7.) yeah delta is....NOT trauma informed lol. of course thats just an issue w the institutionalized weapons, it makes sense he wouldnt recognize the programming as a kind of trauma in and of itself. he legitimately just thinks paris is broken for no reason and hes sympathetic towards it to some extent but he doesnt. really get it. and to be fair i dont think paris gets it either.

8.) these are such nice suggestions omg <3 thats so cute im imagining paris doing the cat thing where a bug gets into the house and hes just. stalking it for five hours. he definitely needs something to do with all that energy.

lowkey him and lorry just need to get into some kind of sport. that would legitimately fix them.

9.) “🥺🥺🥺”

[retaurd]

On my pikmin walk yesterday I met a crying girl and a guy in a jujitsu kaisen t shirt looking for a calico cat named Tula and they were shaking her little food bowl and the girl was crying soso much I felt so bad. And I told her to leave the litter box out and a sweater and toys and stuff the kitty is used to so she will smell it and come home. And gave her my number in case I saw her. And I haven't texted bc I'm trying not to be a freak but she got recommended to me on Snapchat and I saw on her story that Tula was found and I'm so pleased. I felt so bad she was crying I just wanted to hug her it was so sad to see her very evident heartbreak and fear for her cat. And I'll probably never see them again but all calico cats will be Tula to me from now on probably

[jwirecs]

Recommended Misc Fics of January 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for ateez & seventeen for january! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

HYBRID AU

19.55 || @songmingisthighs​​💕✅

↳ san. what is san ? san's a cat. but san's not just a cat. san's an adorable cat

MAFIA AU

4.11 || @songmingisthighs​​💕 ✅

↳ you thought he didn't care, he was sure he doesn't, he had said it so himself to you. that was, until he almost lost the chance of being able to care for you.

OTHER AU

She Loves Me, He Loves Me Not || @thelargefrye​​💔✅💯

↳ an argument breaks out between you and yunho which results in yunho saying somethings he shouldn’t have. now you begin to question your place in the relationship.

EXES TO LOVERS AU

Heart & Seoul || @milfgyuu​🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Your first love hit hard & fast but it was all swept away in the blink of an eye when your boyfriend is sent away to a Korean University after your high school graduation. Seven years later, work lands you in the heart of Seoul & never in your wildest dreams did you imagine running into the one person who’d left with your heart years ago. (literally will go back and read this. like i cant. prob 1/3 of my fav fic series that i have read so far)

OTHER AU

Between Heaven + Hell || @yoongimingyu​ 🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ Two of your hot friends get very into their halloween costumes. But when they said they were going to be an angel and a devil, this is not what you expected. 

KIDULT || @hvae​ 💕💔✅💯

↳ Two of your hot friends get very into their halloween costumes. But when they said they were going to be an angel and a devil, this is not what you expected. (was this one of the fic findings that i did? yes, yes it was. did i read this at work? yes, yes i did. did i cry at work because of this? YES, YES I SURE DAM DID BECAUSE AH. also who doesnt love children versions of idols. just imagine the faces they got now, but on tiny little bodies. like you know that snapchat filter where it literally baby-fied your face? yea imagine that filter on them but on tiny little bodies.)

Push It Down (Sooner or Later It All Comes Out) || @dontflailmenow​🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off. (listen, james can go choke BUT CHEOL CAN CHOKE ME ANY DAY. 2/3 of my fav fic series that i have read so far)

Reckless Driver || @hengqarae​ 🔞💕💔✅

↳ you hate racing and you don't date racers. kim mingyu loves racing, and he finds out that he loves you, too, from the moment that he first lays eyes on you.

Terrifyingly Innocent || @twogyuu​🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day. (jihoon may be small but that man can probably pack a punch. gotta love me some fake dating cheol though. 3/3 of my fav fic series that i have read so far)

The Only Exception || @wonusite​🔞💕✅

↳ Your university’s star football player doesn’t understand why you don’t want anything to do with him. Several humiliating rejections later, Mingyu is more determined than ever to change your mind about him. Chaos and confusing feelings ensue.

Virgin Killer || @wonusite​ 🔞✅

↳ You can’t stand the clear line the cute nerd in your calculus class always draws between you two. However, you’re determined to show him that there’s a fine line between love and hate. And if you happen to get him to cross that line, even better.

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

I Like You || @taeyegu​💕💔✅

↳ “i like you so much, i want to give you my everything, only for you…”

You Were Beautiful || @viastro​ 💕💔✅

↳ a modernized cinderella au. in which you and joshua meet through your love for boba popsicles, but end up living out your very own complicated, mess filled, cinderella story.

Do check out all of the other Group Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[woven-birds]

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hello! <3

this is my main tumblr, it doesn’t really have a theme i just post whatever i like and what speaks to me. i have a few side blogs that are a bit more uniform that i’ve linked below if you’d like to check them out. :) 18 + only please!

i’m kristen. i am an avid daydreamer. a vegetarian. mom to two boys. bookworm. neurodivergent (AuDHD). 29. infp. half native american (mohawk tribe) & irish.

🌜🌞 taurus sun, gemini moon, libra rising 🌞🌛

i live in upstate new york. i read too many books and drink copious amounts of tea & coffee. i’m obsessed with anything antique or from a bygone era. my hair is always messy no matter how hard i try to make it look decent. i am comprised of dresses, flowers, & dreams. i’m forever sleepy. i still love playing on playgrounds. i often feel homesick for places that i’ve never been. my head is always in the clouds; i’m perpetually daydreaming. i feel most at peace in nature. i am a true crime/horror junkie. a self proclaimed weirdo. a proud member of the silly goose club. if i’m not reading, writing, doing a puzzle, playing a video game, or baking, you can probably find me listening to music, overthinking, or being anxious. sometimes if you’re lucky it’s all three. i’d rather be thrifting or looking at the stars.

my favorite sounds: trains in the distance (it’s an incredibly lonely sound but it’s strangly comforting to me in a way), birds singing, rain hitting the window, the keys of a typewriter, book pages turning, cats purring, clocks ticking, the sound of leaves crunching when you step on them in autumn, the crackling sound a record makes when the needle first touches it.

these are a few of my favorite things: flower crowns, old hollywood, gardens, fairies, teacups & teapots, fairy tales, bunnies, squishmallows, sharks, outer-space, macarons, graveyards, dresses, handwritten letters, studio ghibli, pressing flowers between the pages of my favorite books, strawberries, the smell of books, flowering tea, wes anderson films, bookstores & libraries, cuddling, butterflies, floral print, cozy sweaters, candles, when smells act as time machines, penny presses, everything about autumn, holding hands, rainy dreary days.

music: fleetwood mac, turnover, nirvana, the front bottoms, andrew mcmahon, chappell roan, bon iver, sonic youth, phoebe bridgers, david bowie, death cab for cutie, yeah yeah yeahs, mitski, ghost, the smiths, ethel cain, type o negative, pixies, the cure, faye webster, spiritbox, lana del rey, coheed and cambria, alexandra savior, fiona apple, sleep token, deftones, billie eilish, the story so far, taylor swift, eliott smith, bright eyes, florence + the machine, blink-182, & more.

tv: buffy, gossip girl, bridgerton, supernatural, doctor who, grey’s anatomy, the x files, the vampire diaries, yellow jackets, peaky blinders, last of us, outlander, new girl, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, walking dead, parks & rec, charmed, twin peaks, friends, what we do in the shadows, schitt’s creek, degrassi, community, pretty little liars, etc.

films: i love horror movies (terrifier, scream, & halloween are my favorites). i am also obsessed with studio ghibli, wes anderson, & audrey hepburn films. <3

books: my all time favorite books are jane eyre & pride and prejudice. i am also a fan of thrillers, poetry, fantasy, and a sucker for a cheesy romance book (sue me). always opened for book recommendations if you’d like to send me one! (:

my side blogs: @teacuploveletter // @fairieslivehere // @shesdaydreamingagain // @arainyautumnnight // @porcelainmoons // @clumsyhoneybee // @grungyfairy // @snowandtinsel //

other places you can find me:

instagram - kristenisdaydreaming

pinterest - magicwildflowers

twitter - rainygirl53

snapchat - rainygirl53

discord - kristenisdaydreaming

spotify

sometimes i ramble about things/write poetry

{posts are mostly from my queue (i’m usually far too lazy to tag them as such haha). also please feel free to ask or tell me anything, if you feel so inclined. <3}

tags: music // films // television // art // quotes // food // books // fashion // nature // flowers // tea // coffee // animals // doctor who // supernatural // pokémon // bridgerton // buffy // autumn // space // moon // sky // makeup // landscapes // interiors // studio ghibli // disney // animal crossing // fairies // important reminders // sanrio // sailor moon // vinyl //

(last updated november 2024)

[cheshire-creeper]

Currently freaking out over this latest update, which probably you can tell from my flurried frenzy of reposts and reblogs. Listen. The Felt, is back in buisness again. Of course I'm gonna care about that. Before this current Cheshire Cat Era of profile picture, my profile picture was literally the remixed version of Leprechaun Romance I made for my other comic. But also this update had so. much. in. it. Just...just so much. Just so gosh dang diddly do dad much that I can't even begin to talk about it all So yeah, just focusing on the felt (and by extension Jack Noir, and by extension the snap chats????? That was a canonization from left field but it felt really good to make. Like oh yeah that was certainly a thing, wasn't it. I feel seen, and my "Squiddles Session is Deltritus" theory is getting stronger, because if you canonize the SNAPCHATS BACK IN CANON????? You basically can do whatever you want. Skipper Plumthroat's gonna be the next villain, everybody, calling it now) Anyways 6/12 is going to end me I just know it.

[transsexual-dandelions]

Weekly tag Wednesday !!

Thank u for the tags @spookygingerr @transmickey @mickeym4ndy

Name: dean :D

Eye color: brown

Time zone: EST

Favorite food: I can put down a good steak sub do not test me especially with good steak fries NO changing my answer. Thrashers fries in ocean city. I love you and I would kill for you

Do you have curly, wavy, or straight hair?: extremely curly hair, id say 3C

Coffee or tea?: I was the biggest coffee fan for the longest time, but now I only really drink it on the weekends and it puts me to sleep more often than not now

you can only listen to one album for the rest of your life. which album is it?

Either warning by Green Day or stick season (forever) by Noah kahan

how many countries have you visited? Uhhh two counting where I’m from, I do want to travel later, I just gotta get through the US first

favorite social media platform (other than tumblr): Probably Instagram, it’s where I talk to a lot of my friends (honorable mention: Snapchat, me n my bestie have a 988 day streak)

if you had to be reincarnated as an animal, what animal would you want to be?: I wanna be a cat :)

Relationship status: hopelessly pining <3

did you go to college (university 🇬🇧) and if so what did you study?: not yet but I’m going this fall!! I want to study environmental science :) I’ll let u know how it goes I won’t shut up abt it probably

you’ve just made a letterboxd account. what are your top 4 films?

Captain America the winter soldier, the empty man, hellhouse llc, the boogeyman - I love horror movies so muc

What’s one of your pet peeves?: I hate being able to hear people chew it bothers me so much I cannot express it

What’s one of your guilty pleasures?: uh. Drugs? Getting high? Smoking? Am I allowed to say that

and finally, if you could learn any skill, what skill would you want to learn?:

Hmmm probably the secret to social interactions I can never do it right it feels

Tagging:

@onthepyre @especially-fuk-u @atthedugouts @softmick @iangallagherisadeadman

@sleepyheadgallavich @sam-loves-seb @creepkinginc @thirstyvampyr

@littlechase21 @gunsknivesandplaid

And whoever else wants to!! Please do it and let me know!! I love reading people’s answers and I can never remember people off the top of my head !!