#*cries* they grow up so fast /j

[silver-heller]

Since you showed me that Mordecai design analysis I'd be really curious to hear what that'd look like for Silver.

(This is the post). It's funny you ask that because those sort of design changes, along with the personality changes, actually kind of happened lol, and some of my friends can attest to that. So I don't really have to invent a timeline of "what-ifs". I go into quite a few details under the cut, and love this question btw, thank you so much! /gen

Stage Zero - Who Even Are You?

TLDR: Silver's design was chaotic for a while there. Eventually I landed on a tabby design because it looked neater and made some changes to make Silver better fit the aesthetic of the comic. I also made Silver more unique from Mordecai.

I call this stage zero because Silver didn't have a personality yet, let alone did he actually fit within the series. To be fair, if memory serves correctly, Silver was just originally meant to be shipped with all my furry cat F/Os, which included Animal Crossing F/Os, mainly Raymond (which Silver fit better with at the time). This was more of me trying to make a furry cat character for the first time and throwing the things I liked all into one aesthetic. As you can see by the two designs, I debated over having Silver be very sweet and shy or sharp and "mature" with his attitude (little did past me know I'd end up with a mix of both lol). His appearance was also far darker with silver as an accent and black as his main fur color.

Silver was originally a very chaotic looking black and silver calico, and, though this color scheme remained, I changed his eyes from green to yellow and removed the glasses because I thought he looked too similar to Mordecai to be dating him. His original design was also pretty modern, which of course clashed with the comic's aesthetic. Though the pea coat and boot look certainly carried over in some ways, they were made to fit more into the times and emulate some of Mordecai's own outfits.

Silver's design being cluttered also lead me to the silver tabby design instead of the calico one because I thought it looked cleaner. Here are some of the variations that could have become Silver's final design. I played around with dark and light coats, along with the potential for mismatching eyes:

Again this is stage zero because so many of these designs were completely detached from Silver actually becoming a character and it is wild to think Silver could have looked like any of these lol.

Stage One - The Professional

TLDR: Silver's design used to have short hair and be very neat in some regards. Silver used to be much more proper and confident personality wise.

(Couldn't find this picrew unfortunately)/Picrew/Picrew

Silver finally has a backstory and a personality, woo! Once again you can see the progression from "sweet and shy", to "sort of sweet with a bit of coldness", to the "bitter and done with your crap" Silver we all know and love. I'd say the middle Silver, however, took over most of this phase. His design was altered to be more comic friendly since, at the time, I still preferred the comics over the pilot (but loved both).

Within this stage, he was originally made to be Mordecai's "perfect match" more or less. He was well groomed, from his slicked short hair to the way he dressed, and overall pretty put together both physically and emotionally (though eventually his design took on the chipped ear seen to the far right). He was perfectly clever and sharp to deal with types like Mordecai, but not so brutally honest about it as to be confrontational. He tried to be charming about it. He was almost agreeable, believe it or not, and put up more with people's crap because he had enough confidence to do so. Which was to say, he was professional.

Here is an example of Silver's early personality:

“Hm, no, you wouldn’t. Your reputation relies too much on others’ approval for that. You’d never be able to suck up to him again. Imagine a new shadow hears of Mordecai’s case, what would you do then? Your charm would be short lived the moment they heard about it, no more Mr. Sweet anymore,” I said, and he chuckled, raising his glass to me.

“It must be why you like Mordecai so much. It’s an uphill battle trying to charm him but, once you do, he’ll never forget it. For better or for worse,” I said, looking up and shooting him a smile, “And me, dangerous? Please. I hardly care about anyone else. You’re all just paranoid.”

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Near the end of this stage, however, more bitterness and an asocial attitude was added to Silver's character as his background and the main drama of the series was developed. He became more sassy, and more likely to put his foot down over being cordial or sensitive:

Silver crossed his arms, lagging behind when Mordecai took a moment to do as told.  “Do I have much of a choice?” “No, but,” Asa said with a shrug, laughing at the glare Silver gave him, “You know, the others will like you more if you just smiled a bit more.”

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Even with these fluctuations, however, a lot of these elements were still true to Silver's character, they just became more developed and refined over time.

Stage Two - Mad Woman of St. Louis

TLDR: Silver is made more rough around the edges and gets his long, wavy hair. He is no longer simply polite, but rebellious, independent, and a bit "uncouth". Not to mention neurodivergent as hell.

Then comes stage two, with Silver breaking out into his more wild phase, which included more physical and personality quirks. Delving more into his past certainly helped to round out his personality overall, and his design was finalized in this stage.

@floofsselfshipblog was the first to draw Silver with long hair (or at all actually), and, again, Silver originally hard short hair. However, I ended up liking that design so much, realizing it made more sense for Silver to rebelliously grow out his hair when past Silver had shorter hair to appear more "cute and lady-like", that I incorporated it into the character's canon. His hair was now messy, he dressed well still but more for gender affirmation than looking sharp. Silver has had wild curls ever since, and deciding to have Silver choose a more free and disorderly hair style definitely encouraged similar choices in the personality department.

Silver was no longer Mordecai's "perfect match". He became far more wild and a lot of his positive traits were balanced out with more negative ones. Yes he was still observant, but his own insecurities and social struggles often made the truth elude him. He became wonderfully neurodivergent with hyperfixations and stims that made him act less than "proper" most of the time (and we love that for him). A more clear balance was struck between the cold and emotional sides of his character, Silver becoming a sadist to assholes that attempted not to cause harm to those who hadn't harmed him first, making Silver terrifyingly merciless when he wanted to be.

Silver also became more "uncouth". No more perfect prime and proper Silver. The developed Silver could out drink most men, loved getting bloody and going feral on the job (to Mordecai's horror and admiration), made vulgar jokes, gave the middle finger to most social structures/expectations, and, best of all, he was not shy or apologetic about any of this.

This new design ended up being more pilot friendly considering the first image was drawn as an edition to the screenshot.

Here's Silver's old physical description from the fic:

In contrast, my own white markings went fully over my mouth, traveling to the two rung side tufts on my face, were only fluff within my ears, and didn’t touch my tail (the end of which was black), but did fully cover my paws and went up to my ankles in socks. On my chest, a small white diamond could be found.  I also had black stripes all along my body, always horizontal, though they framed the white marking on my face rather than fully going across them. Other notable features included my left ear, which had a chip in it thanks to a physical confrontation with an asylum doctor gone wrong, and my black hair, having grown out in recent years to flow down my shoulders.

Here is the updated version:

In comparison, though I had a build that some would call athletic due to the light muscles on my arms and legs, I would consider myself stout, my stomach and legs being plump with barely any torso between my stomach and my breasts.  In contrast, my own white marking went fully over my mouth, traveling to the two rung side tufts on my face. On my chest, a thin, white oval could be found that started at my chest and stopped at my stomach. However, the tips of my ears, paws, tail, and feet all had a smoky black gradient in place of Mordecai’s plain white.  I was also a tabby, with black stripes all along my body. They were always horizontal, though on my face they stopped where my white mask-like marking began. Other notable features included my left ear, which had a chip in it thanks to a physical confrontation with an asylum doctor gone wrong, and my black hair, having grown out in recent years to flow down my shoulders in waves.

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Stage Three - A Whole New Me

TLDR: Silver's final form. He is now the chaotic, murderous, and oddly kind cat we all know and love. Any properness he displays is an act, and now his design is darker with smoky tips on most parts of his body. The white diamond on his chest has become a thin oval of white.

And finally we have Silver as we know him today. His design is far darker, with smoky tips encompassing both his ears, tail, and paws. The only bits of white left are on his mouth and his chest. It's funny, looking at earlier designs Silver's design did go full circle in some ways. Maybe the real designs were the designs we made along the way lol. Just goes to show there is a method to the madness.

Personality wise Silver is polite, quiet, and proper around strangers but an excitable, playfully sadistic, and almost hilariously bitter mess around those who know him well, to say the least. The "uncouth" and "improper" elements of his character are far more evident and a huge part of his character. Silver wouldn't be Silver without burning down buildings and occasionally falling into baby talk.

Again, his earlier characterization wasn't wrong per say, there were just so many complexities to Silver I hadn't explored at that point (and that will, hopefully, really show in part two of the fic as it comes out). This certainly inspired me to get back to editing!

I think Silver's design ultimately ended up very pilot leaning. I am unsure what adjustments would need to be made to make him fit into the style of the comic (besides giving Silver rougher edges and more textured hair), but I feel like his current design would fit more into the show than anything. And, honestly? I am actually really happy about this. The pilot means so much to me now (without it Silver might not exist, it really pushed me to make a Lackadaisy OC), and I am ridiculously excited for the show (and my Mordy plush lol).

Mordecai and Silver Design Developments Side By Side

Thanks to those who stuck through all of Silver's little phases /gen

[kykyonthemoon]

oh gosh i loved your “a surprise visit” so much that it had me lamenting over caleb again ☹️

if you’re up for it, i would like to request headcanons for caleb with a reader who wants to cuddle him but is too shy to initiate. (i feel for the shy girls whose love language is physical touch 🙈)

thank you so much and have a great day!

Dear Anon-san,

It flatters me so much that you enjoyed "A Surprise Visit" I wrote for Caleb <3 With this request of yours, I decided to turn it into a story. I'm aware that it would be a little different from what you expected when sending me this request. Still, I do hope you enjoy this cute little piece.

For all the shy girls out there, I wish you courage to put your feelings into actions, just as MC does at the end of this story <3

When The Crabapple Blossoms

You had been waiting for a chance to tear down the last bit of the wall separating you both. He also wished for the same thing.

❀ Caleb x Female Reader/MC who is really shy

❀ Tags: fluff, shyness, adoptive siblings who are secretly in love with each other, domestic fluff, longing, pet names

❀ Word count: 1k3

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❀ Request

You had always been Caleb's shy little girl.

One day many years ago, when he had just been brought home by Grandma, there was a little girl, barefoot on the grass, holding a teddy bear, coming out to greet him. Grandma told the two of you to quickly get to know each other, but you said nothing and looked down. One hand kept the teddy bear tight, while the other grabbed the hem of Grandma's dress. You hid behind her and refused to look directly at him. Grandma had to coax you for a while before you could tell the boy your name.

It took you a while to open your heart to accept him into your life. You were the little girl so shy that she only talked to him through the teddy bear used to cover her face. Then, on another day, you got lost. You were terrified and cried until your tears dried. When you saw Caleb, the first thing you did was to rush to hug him. Since then, it seemed that the wall between you and him had begun to crumble.

You said, Caleb had such warm hugs. You would always feel safe and comfortable in his arms. A few more years passed, and Caleb grew up so quickly. He began to grow taller, and his arms became larger. That made you feel even more protected. He said, he must grow up fast to defend you.

And you gave him a new moniker: Mr. Bear. Instead of using the old teddy bear to talk to him, you began to regard him as a teddy bear with the size of a human; which was able to move and talk, and knew how to take care of you.

Still you were very shy. Except for that time when you got lost, you never made the initiative to get close to him. All the time, it was Caleb who started first.

“Pipsqueak, come here.”

Simple as that, you would obediently go to Caleb. He would pull you into his arms, caress your hair and gently rub your back. At times like those, you felt like all the troubles in the world disappeared, leaving only the two of you with this simple yet extremely precious warmth. And because you could not say it with words, you used those gentle brushes against his chest as a way to express your feelings.

Then, both of you grew up. Caleb went to the Academy and you started your training to become a Hunter. He and you had both gone separate ways, and there was little time spent at home or seeing each other. But you missed the feeling of being buried in his arms. It seemed that when you grew older, all your emotions no longer retained the simplicity of a child.

You were not sure how Caleb felt about you. You were too afraid to ask, and then received an answer you did not want. You anxiously waited for him to come back home every weekend, covertly studying every change in him. His skin began to tan, his hands developed calluses, and his muscles grew more visible. You wondered, during those days at the Academy, did he have a girlfriend? Had anyone else shared the same warm embrace that Mr. Bear once reserved just for you? You wanted to ask Caleb numerous questions but did not do so.

Since he knew your timidity, Caleb took the initiative in everything, from planning outings when he was on a break to holding your hand in crowded places. He was also concerned that you would dislike it; since after all, you were now a young lady and no longer the child who would follow him everywhere. He started asking more questions like: "Do you want to sit next to me?", or "Can I hold your hand?", and waited for your approval.

Of course, you were happy with the touches. Still you wanted a little more. You counted every day to see him again during breaks, hoping to touch him just a little more. But he never asked for it. Did he no longer wish to embrace you in his arms?

That day, you were silent the entire trip home from the movie theater with Caleb. As if realizing what you had in mind, he spoke up:

“Pipsqueak, is there something bothering you?”

Your footsteps paused on the bridge. Sunset tinted the sky with mild orange and pink, mixed with clear blue. You did not say anything, only shook your head.

“I know when something's wrong with you.” Caleb added. He did not accept your answer. “Say it, I'll help you out.”

You still felt like it was difficult to speak up. Your hands gripped the wooden bridge, nails barely scraping the surface. What to do? There was so much to say, but you had no idea where to begin.

“Some guy made you sad?” Caleb asked, half joking, half serious. You smiled and replied briefly:

"That's not it…"

While all you wanted to say was: No. The only person I care about is Caleb.

But he would never hear that, because you were too shy to say it out loud.

Caleb sighed. He leaned against the bridge, gazing at the sky in the East, while you turned towards the setting sun. In secret, you glanced at Caleb, halting at his shoulder. There was a small petal staying on it; that one must have fallen at the foot of the bridge where a crabapple tree was in full bloom.

Out of the blue, you reached out and picked up that flower petal. Caleb reacted fast and grabbed your wrist just in time. The wind surged. He stared into your eyes for quite a while.

You had been waiting for a chance to tear down the last bit of the wall separating you both.

He also wished for the same thing.

Since a long time ago.

“Well… um…” You hesitated. “There is a flower petal on… on your shoulder…”

Your fingers extended, the flower petal was lifted high by the wind. You glanced at it, as if to say farewell. Caleb still locked his gaze on you. Intense yet gentle.

He had yet to let go of your hand, while getting closer and closer to you.

"Pipsqueak." He called softly. “The truth is… Can I…”

You continued to wait. Caleb was about to say something but paused.

“Ah… Nevermind…”

His fingers wrapped around your wrist gradually loosening. You started to panic.

If I don't say it, he will never know...

If I don't say it, he will leave again...

If I don't say it, we will forever just be brother and sister...

“Caleb!” You called his name, so loudly that he was startled. You did not know where to start. Since when did you start looking forward to his touch? Since when did you hope to be a little bolder and tell him what you really wanted?

Better late than never. You looked at his hand that was slowly retracting, then decided to grab onto his arm.

“Caleb I… I want to…” It felt like something was bearing down on your heart and suffocating your throat. You could not do this. Your entire body trembled. But you had decided to seize this chance no matter what.

“I want to be embraced by you!!!”

After those words, you shut your eyes, your lips pursed hard. You clung to Caleb's arm but he did not feel the pain since his mind was preoccupied with something else. After a long while, when you felt his arms wrap around you, when the sound of his heart beating strongly and clearly heard, you opened your eyes then.

“Come here, pipsqueak. I also want to hold you close..."

Caleb breathed the words in the late spring air, faintly scented with crabapple blossoms; it made your heart burst. This was enough. Step by step, one at a time. There was no need to be in a hurry and let this dream slip away. Gradually, you would find ways to let Caleb know what your heart had to say.

[lucedilunax]

Epilogue - J. Marino

THE TRILOGY OF LOVE

previous part

pairing: John Marino x fem!reader

summary: Olivia said John about the pregnancy, will they end up together or decided to be co-parents?

warning: none

words: 1.0k

note: ahh epilogue! it was so fun to write and close the whole story💕

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Olivia’s life changed completely after she found out that she’s pregnant. She tried to work hard in New York despite the fact that she was growing a new life inside of her. After a month, she decided to take a break. She couldn’t be much of a help in her state. First week of being at home and doing completely was fun but she got bored very quickly. Her friends tried to convinced her to reach out to John and tell him about the situation but she was too stubborn.

John was still going through rehabilitation. He was slowly coming back to his strength and couldn’t wait to have a debut with Utah Hockey Club. He felt like his life is coming back again on right tracks. Well, that was a lie. He missed Olivia badly, but he didn’t want to bother her. He was aware that it was his decision to break up. He still had her engagement ring in the apartment. Maybe they weren’t together but he could feel her presence thanks to this item.

Olivia went to another ultrasound. Today was the day when she finally found out what gender has her and John’s kid. To her surprise, she has learned she’s expecting twins. Two girls. She cried at this news. Olivia knew she won’t be able to make it by herself with two kids. In that moment she knew that she has to share this information with John. Will he be mad at her for keeping this from him? Would he even pick up the phone? She pushed the thoughts and called him when she got back home.

“Hi John”. She said not trusting her voice.

“Oh, hi Liv”. He was still using her nickname, this has felt so natural to him.

“I need to tell you something but promise me, you won’t get mad at me”.

“Okay…” He was confused.

“I… I’m pregnant or more likely we’re pregnant. I’m 20 weeks pregnant and we’re gonna have two girls”. John stayed quiet for a minute before she spoke again.

“Please say something”. Olivia started crying. She knew it was bad call.

“I don’t really know what to say. I haven’t expected this news”.

“Look, if you don’t want to have to do anything with them…” Before she could finished, he said.

“That’s not what I said. Did you really think I’ll let you be by yourself with this? I just don’t know how to react. I mean, I’m delighted but we’re far away from each other. You are in New York and I’m in Salt Lake City”. He said.

“If it’s not a problem for you, I can move to Salt Lake City. My contract will expire before I gave a birth so I’m free”. Olivia felt bad for even proposing this but she knew it’s the best for the kids.

“Yeah, sure. Umm, do you need help with moving here? I’m still in rehabilitation so I can ask coach for free week and explain him the situation”. He proposed.

“I don’t want to make you problems, especially since you had back injury”.

“Let me help you… Please”.

“Okay”. She said softly.

“Start packing and I’ll be as fast as I can. Be careful and don’t lift heavy things”.

“Understood. Also, thank you Johnny”. He haven’t said anything back, just smiled when he hanged up.

Months went by. Olivia was eight months pregnant now. John was more than supportive to her. It was tough after he came back on the ice but he tried his best. He went to every ultrasound with her and was taking care of everything. Still, they were only friends. None of them brought up the conversation about being back together. All of it felt so natural and they didn’t wanted to ruin it.

Unexpectedly, Olivia was started giving birth two weeks before the due date. John was in different state in that time. She called him and he tried to be as fast as possible with her. Unfortunately, he missed the birth but he was there with her to choose the names. Olivia and John decided to name their daughters Elena and Natalie. Real problem started when nurse asked for the last name.

“I know that we are not together but I would love the girls to have my last name”. John said.

“But I want them to have my last name”. Olivia responded.

“They should have their father’s last name”.

“Says who?”

“Says almost everyone”.

“Johnny, you said that we are not together so I think they can have my last name”.

“What if we get back together?” He asked.

“What? You can’t be serious right now”.

“I am. Liv, I love you and I would love to be back with you. I never brought this conversation because I was the one who ended up things between us but I’m willing to have this talk now”.

“Oh thank God!” She said.

“What does it supposed to mean?” He asked confused.

“It means that I still love you and would love to try again”. He smiled widely at her words.

“Can we come back to the part where you are my fiancée or do I have to propose again?”

“You don’t have to propose again”. She laughed.

“So, girls are taking my last name right?”

“Only if I can take it too”.

“With pleasure”. John leaned down and kissed Olivia. The kiss was full of emotion but also beginning of a new chapter.

Year later, Olivia and John were already married. She never returned to work. She decided to sacrifice her life to raise their two daughters. Although, it wasn’t the only reason why she haven’t came back to work or even searched for one. The real reason was fact that she was again pregnant. This time with John by her side through all the journey. When they found out gender of their third child, he cried. The couple were expecting a boy. All pregnancy went smoothly and after nine months, they welcomed Callum to the world.

Their relationship wasn’t the easiest one but they were definitely soulmates. From unexpected meeting in one of the bars in Pittsburgh and living together because of covid. Later to moving on to New Jersey and proposal. Thereafter to long distance relationship and break up. Just to end up together because of the miracle of pregnancy.

John and Olivia never been happier.

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Thank you so much to everyone who read the story! If not your support, I would never finish it, feel free to share your thoughts with me, i'm curious what you all think❤️

[duckymcdoorknob]

GONNA PUT THESE IN BEFORE I GO TO THE DENTIST

There has been numerous occasions that Alhaitham literally (bluntly) teases Kaveh with the feather he usually has in his hair.

SENSITIVE👏AF👏HIPS👏

Man is SCREECHING over a small squeeze, and it's oh so close to a seagulls cry too lmfao

THIS IS ALL I CAN DO FOR NOW, ILY MUAH MUAH 💖

I’m totally fucking writing a fic off of this brb-

Bear with me, I’ve only met the roomies through their voice lines and the new event

Tickles below the cut in this household

“You’re lucky that I’m too young and pretty to go to prison.” The architect growled as he turned his back to his roommate for the nth time.

For some reason, that Kaveh could not seem to wrap his mind around, Al Haitham had been testing his last nerve all day.

“And yet you’re still older than me.” The scribe deadpanned, plucking the inky paintbrush out of the blonde’s hand.

“Hah! You didn’t deny that I was- wha- hey! Give that back” Kaveh whined, standing up and knocking his chair over.

Al Haitham held the utensil above his head, his expression not changing. “How precious… poor thing can’t keep his mind in order.”

“Will you just- Ugh!” Kaveh jumped and retrieved his paintbrush, glaring at the scribe. He scoffed and sat back down, unrolling the blueprint he was priorly working on.

Al Haitham waited for the architect to return to his work, then carefully removed the feather from the blonde head of hair in front of him.

Unbeknownst to Kaveh, his annoying roommate had gotten hold of something that was going to quickly ruin his plans. All seemed fine, and his focus was back in order, until he felt a foreign feeling brush along his left ear.

A squeak left his mouth as he recoiled and whipped his head around. “AL HAITHAM!” He roared, standing up from his chair once more. “Give me my feather back!”

As he had done earlier, the gray-haired male held the feather above his head, this time sporting a smug grin.

“Do you want my attention or something? You’ve got it right here!” The architect replied, using his roommate’s shoulder for balance and scaling him like a mountain.

The gray-haired male exhaled in amusement as he easily wrapped an arm around the older’s waist, and pulled him close to his face. “You’re so in love with me, it’s painful.”

“Y-You-!” Kaveh stuttered as his face flushed red. “J-Just give me my damn- hYAH!”

Both stopped dead in their tracks, the blonde’s face growing even an deeper shade of cherry red.

“Kaveh are you-” The scribe retracted his hand from his roommate’s waist immediately

“S-Shut up, just-“

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was just messing around with you.”

Kaveh had never seen his roommate look so guilty in his life. He instantly went on the offense to help Al Haitham feel better. “No, no, I swear you didn’t hurt me. I’m sorry to make you worry. I’m just a bit sensitive around the area near my waist.”

A glint of malice shone like a star in the gray-haired male’s eyes. “Sensitive? What do you mean, Kaveh?”

Al Haitham was closing in fast, and Kaveh felt his embarrassment returning. “N-Nothing. Forget I had said anyt-hihihing. Wahahahait! Ahahahal Hahahaithahaham!” The architect whined.

“Aren’t you just so precious?” Al Haitham teased as his hands squeezed at the blonde’s sides in a calculated tempo.

“Dohohohont tehehease mehehehe!” The architect cried as he pushed against his roommate’s face.

Naturally, Al Haitham is built like a brick shithouse, so Kaveh didn’t do anything besides give the gray-haired male the upper hand. The scribe wasted no time grabbing both of the blonde’s wrists and holding them in one hand.

“Yohohohourehehe suhuhuhuch ahaha bahahastahahard! NGH-“ Kaveh squeezed his eyes shut as his nose scrunched; Al Haitham had just struck gold. “WAITWAITWAHAHAHAIT!”

“Wait for what? An invitation?” Al Haitham quipped in his usual monotone, drilling his right thumb into the architect’s left hip. “Seems like I found a sensitive spot, eh, roomie?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Kaveh twisted in vain as he pushed his body against his “assailant”

“Please what?”

“BEHEHE CAHAHAREHEFUHUHUL!”

“Oh? Be careful? You aren’t begging me to stop? How cute…”

“STAHAHAP TEHEHEASIHIHING MEHEHE!”

“But why? Would you rather me focus on tickling you better instead?” With this comment, the gray-haired male released his roommate’s wrists and used both hands to knead circles into Kaveh’s hips.

The blonde squealed incoherently.

The scribe couldn’t help the slight smile that toyed at the edges of his lips. Kaveh was, in all reality, quite lovely when he was letting go and giggling freely.

Truth be told, Al Haitham could listen to the melodious sound all night, but he didn’t want to ruin the fun and turn the sweet action into something torturous. So, as soon as Kaveh started to reach his limit…

“OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHIHIHI GIHIHIVEHE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIM AHAHALL DOHOHONEHE! STAHAHAP!”

The second he heard “stop”, Al Haitham did so. Upon first look at his roommate’s goofy grin and flushed face, the gray-haired male’s stoic facade dropped for a moment. Replacing the ever-present scowl was a pleasant smile of amusement.

“Well,” Kaveh blustered. “I’m glad someone had fun, because I-“

“Don’t you lie to me. You only asked me to stop one time.” Al Haitham shot his roommate a wink, and I return received the gift of the most adorable a look of pure embarrassment.

With a whine, the blonde flopped down onto the couch in their living room. “You suck.”

The scribe exhaled fondly and knelt next to the couch. “Oh don’t be such a baby, it’s okay to enjoy things that make you laugh.” He rested his hand on the architect’s back. “I for one think that it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Kaveh went still as he slowly turned his head to look at his roommate. “Y-You don’t think it’s-“

“Not in the least.” Al Haitham didn’t even give the blonde a chance to finish his hidden self-deprecating sentence. “If it makes you laugh, and makes you forget your troubles, then I’ll be happy to oblige in your request any time you need a pick-me-up.”

Kaveh huffed as he hid his head in the couch once more. “Can you do it again?”

Al Haitham smiled as he brought his hands back in position over the architect’s sides.

‘Cute’ he thought. The silence of his mind was interrupted by the precious giggles of the man he most definitely, absolutely, positively, no-way no how, did NOT have a crush on.

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[cheesuschristman]

hi. ohmygod. i need to. yap abt jessa with you. you get me

i. think i only started to obsess over these two cause like i'm obsessed w/ elliott manor and the kids in general and like for this thing i'm writing i had to write from tessa's pov at the beginning which took the "oh yeah they're cute they've def been a Thing" type liking of jessa i had before to a "OHMYGOD THEY MAKE ME SICK AND UNWELL GIVE ME TWENTY FANFICS SOME COMICS AND A PLAYLIST NOW" type obsession :3

also tessa in general?? her whole backstory makes me SICK like. OHMYGOD??? she didn't deserve to die so early, and then the whole thing w/ the solver????? ughhhhh i could go on for AGES and i will if you want me to :3 tessa's like my 2nd fav rn, second only to cyn, and i'm (hopefully) gonna go as her for halloween so like. again i am OBSESSED

you seem cool. wanna be friends? :D

JAJSJSJKSJS OMG ANOTHER PERSON THAT HYPERFIXATES ON THIS SHIP TOO

If i remember right i think that i got into it bc i was just casually checking some comtent of it then just kinda got sucked into it- like its my otp at this point

And yea, the Elliott Manor is actually pretty interesting, like if md gets a spin off it would be cool if it revolves around the manor and shows us the solver thinga majigs, and the characters lives there in general. I think we could also see more of J cuz like, 3 years of little screentime is like, damn girl

Also how your feeling on jessa changed was so me lmao, i started off like "yea i guessss theyre pretty cool" to being overtly excited whenever new content from the jessa tag comes up-

I was kinda conflicted on the ship, since i saw ppl hating on it and cuz im a ✨️ validation seeker ✨️ i kinda disliked it as well, but then i went over to tumblr and got more open to jessa

Oh and Tessa, like omfg WHAT THE FUCK. It took me a while after episode 7 to rlly understand the whole thing and its like damn, i feel so fucking bad for her. Like i have cried multiple times over the same analysis post abt her. She was a kid that did no wrong, had a shitty and abusive childhood (hate 4 the elliott parents), and then just, died like that.

She was a kid that was forced to grow up fast but never got the chance to grow up for real.

AND PLAYLIST YOU SAY????

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0PvGsofJCFUb0ihaqAq9LU?si=O5PwMNdDQAC07vUE51ky8A&pi=S9rMY_dkSXyyM

If you actually get to do the cosplay for halloween, can you show it? It would be rlly kewl!!

Also yea i wanna be friends!!! :DD

[tommydarlings]

A&W | a.b

pairing: mean!dom!austin x sub!reader

warnings: spanking, humiliating, dacryphilia

w/c: 0.9k

summary: Being nice usually always pays off, but not when you have a very possessive and mean husband who does not like seeing you talking to other guys one bit.

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Arguments with Austin.

If that wasn’t the most exhausting but at the same time hottest thing you’ve ever experienced, then you don’t know what else.

He liked to be right and you liked to just quickly talk yourself out of the situations, perfect match.

“Austin, it’s called being nice.” You angrily told before you turned around and saw your husband sitting down onto the comfortable, big sofa.

He chuckled and shook his head, “I don’t think that whoring yourself out and being nice is the same thing, honey.” Your husband replied, hands not gently placed on top of his slack covered thighs.

You lightly gasped, “Wow, you're a real asshole, do you know that?” Biting your lip, hands slightly shaking as tears welled up in your eyes.

You’ve seen Austin angry, of course you did that in the 3 years relationship you share, but you’ve never seen your husband so… possessive and careless at the same time.

Both of you didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. He was just starring at you with pretty dark eyes and a specific kind of gaze that you couldn’t put your finger on while you were slowly growing very nervous and a little scared.

“C'mere.” Austin mumbled quietly, tilting his head in his direction on the sofa, small not so kindhearted smile now covering his lips.

You also tilted your head now, brows furrowing before you one single tears escaped your eye, realising what he wants from you and what he’s about to do if you obey.

if you obey.

After you gulped another wave of tears down, you shook your head, “N-No.” you whispered in a soft and innocent tone. “I was j-just being nice, a-austin-”

“C'mere.” He repeated without giving a damn about your useless explanation.

And again, you shook your head as tears blurred your vision even further, slowly stepping away from him.

You briefly chuckled, basically telling him and yourself that all of this is absolutely ridiculous before you turned around and took off to leave the living room.

“If you go one stop further, then I’ll triple it and go ten times harder this time.” You’ve never stopped walking so fast in your life before.

After a few seconds and a few deep breaths, you turned around and looked at your husband, watching him playing with his bottom lip using his thumb and pointer fingers, eyes darker than ever, fixated at your facial expression.

You gulped, “A-Are you serious?” tears not stopping making their way down your heated cheeks. He didn’t react for a couple of seconds before he tilted his head,

“C'mere and let’s find out, sweetheart.”

Slowly, your feet carried you over to his sitting figure on the sofa, eyes too scared to leave his one's.

As soon as you stood right infront of him, his eyes scanned your body.

“Over my lap, now.”

You briefly bit your lip to hide a whine before you squeezed your eyes shut and then opened them again, gazing down at your husband who was, like you should actually know, a rather impatient guy.

Out of nowhere, Austin grabbed your upper arm in kind of a harsh way and put you over his knees, ignoring your begs and cries.

You choked on your tears, “Please b-baby, please!” You loudly begged, fingers tightly grabbing his pants while he lifted your dress and gave it a light slap.

“Don’t call me baby when you almost whored yourself out to some random guy.” Your husband told you before he slapped you a second time but this time way harder.

You gasped and whined, tears falling into your mouth and running down your temple and cheeks while he continued spanking your ass in his favourite colour, red.

He groaned, “ That damn ring that you're wearing.”

Slap.

“I didn’t give you that for no reason.”

Slap.

“My last name that you’re carrying.”

Slap.

“I also didn’t give you that for no reason.”

Slap.

“And when you're not as stupid as I sometimes think you are.”

Slap.

“Then you should also know, that I’m not giving you all those spanking’s for no reason.”

Slap.

You were a hundred percent sure that your cheeks were as red as the suit that he wore at the SAG awards, maybe even darker, especially since he’s still wearing his wedding ring, that he’s — by the way — never taking off, and two other rings that are marking your skin in a wonderful way right now.

Austin leaned his body down so that he was closer to your ear than before, hand still spanking you, smirking every time you jumped from the impact of his hand landing on your almost naked ass.

“You're a whore.” Austin whispered in a deep tone into your ear. “America's little whore.” Slapping you once again with one of his hands while the other one was slowly wrapping itself around your neck, lightly squeezing it.

“A-Austin.” You whined.

“Yes, baby?”

“I-I'm sorry.” He briefly chucked before he replied,

“I know, baby.” Austin told you before he gave you a quick peck onto the top of your head, slapping you immensely hard, making you scream and moan at the strong impact of his palm on your red and hot skin.

“I know.” He muttered for a second time, hand around your throat now squeezing your skin a little tighter.

You were already so far gone that you barely even heard him because of the pain but also pleasure that you were feeling.

But you still tried to listen as good as you could, “My little american whore.” Austin mumbled quietly into your ear, hand on your throat not stopping the squeezing, while his hand on your ass didn’t stop the spanking.

[atlasinthesky]

fluff alphabet // iwaoi

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Oikawa is much more affectionate than Iwaizumi is, as in initiating the affection. Oikawa is totally ok with PDA and doesn't hesitate, while Iwaizimi is a little more standoffish about PDA. In private, however, Iwa is very touchy and loves cuddling and kisses.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Oikawa and Iwaizumi have been best friends their entire life. Their friendship started because their parents were friends, and they were inseparable all throughout their childhood, and obviously they are the same way now. When they were younger, Oikawa would claim he would only marry Hajime, and Iwa would pretend he was grossed out. Oikawa was always affectionate and Iwaizumi claimed he had cooties.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oikawa and Iwa are cuddle bugs. They cuddled all the time platonically (ish) when they were younger because close proximity is just nice, so now it's honestly just normal for them. Oikawa is usually the one being cuddled, curled up into the crook of Iwaizumi's arm, or the little spoon, you name it. He's super needy and just wants to be held, what can I say.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

They absolutely want to settle down with each other. They're pretty used to being domestic with each other because of how much time they spent at each others houses growing up, so cooking and cleaning together sort of comes naturally to them. When they moved in together for university, they felt as if nothing really changed all that much, they were just in love.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

No<3

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Oikawa had been demanding they get married since primary school, however Iwaizumi was the one who proposed. They had already been essentially committed to each other for years prior, so getting married was just the next step for them. They were in love so why not make a party and ceremony of it? Oikawa cried when Iwa proposed and they had a very pretty wedding.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Iwaizumi looks big and scary and muscle-y, but with Oikawa he is the most gentle person ever. He has so much patience and love for them. Since they were best friends before they were lovers, he still loves messing with Oikawa and Oikawa him, but they both know when to stop. Oikawa has always been pretty gentle with the other, but he loves to jump on him and tackle him just because he knows that Iwa will always catch him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Oikawa loves hugs, anywhere, everywhere, all the time. He jumps at the chance to give or receieve a hug from Iwa. Iwaizumi, on the other hand, enjoys hugs, but not so much in public. He's not huge into PDA, so he prefers hugs to be a quiet, private thing that can be extended if needed. He loves a good long hug that eventually ends with them both on the couch just holding each other.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Oikawa and Iwaizumi had been telling each other that they love each other their whole life, but at some point it started getting too hard to do because it felt just a little too real. When they finally got together as a couple was when they first said I love you, like that. In fact, instead of just saying "I love you," Oikawa specified that he was IN love with him. Just so he didn't get confused :)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Both of them get super jealous. Iwaizumi gets super protective and Oikawa sort of just gets petty... I'll elaborate later.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Oikawa always has super moisturized lips, while Iwaizumi's are always chapped. It doesn't bother Oikawa at all though. In fact, he's sort of grown to love how soft his lips are but how they still have a rough exterior. It's endearing. Oikawa loves being kissed on his forehead, and Iwa is a sucker for neck kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Oikawa is amazing with kids. He's had a lot of time around little ones because of his nephew so it's sort of second nature to him. Iwaizumi, however, is very timid around kiddos. He's honestly scared of them and scared that he's going to break them or something. He also just doesn't really like how sticky they are.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Oikawa sleeps in and Iwaizumi always wakes up early. Oikawa just needs his beauty sleep, what can he say? When they both eventually get out of bed, if they're having a lazy day Iwaizumi will always go make breakfast for the both of them while Oikawa does his best to distract him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Going along with the mornings, Oikawa is a night owl and Iwaizumi tries to go to bed early. They always have a show they're watching together, so they usually curl up in bed after dinner and turn it on. Iwaizumi always falls asleep one episode in, so Oikawa always has to explain to him what he missed in the morning.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Since they were best friends for much longer than they were together, they basically already know everything about each other.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Iwaizumi has a pretty quick temper, but never with Oikawa. His patience with him is out of this world. Oikawa keeps is cool really well with Iwa too, so any spats they have are usually minor and resolved quickly.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about each other? Do they remember every little detail the other mentions in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Both of them basically know everything about each other. It sort of comes with the whole "best friends to lovers" thing.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?)

Both of them have the same favorite moment, and its when they finally told each other they love each other and they started dating. After years of pining and confusing feelings, the relief was amazing for both of them and they were much happier by ten fold from that moment on.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?)

Both of them get pretty jealous, but while Iwaizumi gets protective, Oikawa gets sort of petty. He'll just be super passive aggresive about his jealousy but Iwa picks up on it pretty fast.

"Oikawa I swear if you dont tell me who I talked to that bothered you.."

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

They both put a lot of effort into their dates, it doesn't matter who is taking the other. They really love each other and want to show it, so they both take special care. On anniversaries they always get each other a thoughtful gift, and to them the price really doesn't matter. It's just the thought behind it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Oikawa always gets in the bed with his socks on but hates sleeping in socks so he kicks them off in the bed. When they go to strip their sheets, 20 pairs of his socks are found at the bottom and Iwaizumi gets so mad.

Iwaizumi is awful at folding clothes and refuses to try to learn. When they have laundry to do he just keeps doing it extremely bad so Oikawa will eventually go "You know what! Just let me do it!!"

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Contrary to popular belief, Oikawa really doesn't put that much effort into his hair, but he does have an extensive skin care routine. Iwa washes his face with bar soap and has perfect skin and it enrages Oikawa.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?)

They are the most dependent on each other. They spend every waking moment with each other and its basically always been that way, so yes they feel very incomplete without each other.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Oikawa never finishes all of his food and Iwaizumi always eats it for him.

"That is just wasteful give me your plate,"

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Iwaizumi absolutely hates when Oikawa leaves his clothes in the bathroom floor after he showers. Oikawa hates when Iwa leaves pots and pans on the stovetop after he cooks. He would literally wash them for him if Iwa would just move them to the sink, but no.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Oikawa is an absolute night owl and hates waking up early. Iwaizumi always goes to sleep early and wakes up early. Since he always wakes up first, he loves to watch Oikawa sleep, a smile on his face as he watches him, purely in love.

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[ashitshowforalot]

so i finished speak now taylor’s version, i cried, thoughts and feelings under the cut

1. mine- bro why am i crying??? her vocals are so different bc she doesn’t have her twang 😭 she sounds so pretty though. ‘FOR THE FIRST TIME’

2. sparks fly- still makes me want to jump and dance around but her vocals are more present if that makes sense??? like it used to blend together for but now i mostly hear taylor. god her voice is so much mature now.

3. back to december- oh hello bell i didn’t realize you were there. okay i’m gonna cry again bc of this song. “I MISS YOUR TAN SKIN YOUR SWEET SMILE”

4. speak now- oh she sounds so pretty already. it’s still so dreamy in this song 😭 “ you wish it was me ☺️ don’t you😏” HER LAUGH OH MY GOD

5. dear john- bro she sounds like she’s gonna cry in the beginning of this, it’s gonna make me cry. oh god 32 year old taylor singing about what happened to 19 year old taylor. go the way i never realized she blames herself until after the bridge “i should’ve know” into “you should’ve know” because he was older HE should’ve known.

6. mean- okay banjo!!! she’s still so cute, i love you mean, forever in my heart 💜 okay tiny ity bitty twang in this song, she’s having fun and i love it.

7. the story of us- okay the guitar is leaning more pop ish than the alternative kind it was leaning towards in the original, not bad i can still bop to it but i’ll miss the guitar riffs, you can hear her little smile on “next chapter”. “LIKE ITS KILLING ME YEAH” aidhsjkshdj “the end” yes taylor

8. never grow up- oh okay, yeah i’m gonna cry. i cried too much to type anything

9. enchanted- oh she’s still enchanting lol, so dreamy oh my god. i will be screaming this in the car actually. oh it actually absolutely amazing.

10. better than revenge-oh i love her already, she did change the lyrics 😔, it slaps but i will hold a candle for the original lyrics because they are so fun to scream misogamy be damn. other than the lyric change she’s absolutely amazing, HER RIFF OH MY GOD, the mocking lyrics, i love them

11. innocent-how hard was this to re record this knowing that this person would continue to hurt her after she had forgiven them. “32 and still growing up now” brb gotta go scream.

12. haunted-YES OH MY GOD THE DRAMA OF THIS SONG, ooo the echoing is fun, the breaths ahkfsh i love all the little things about this album. genuinely one of my favorites from the original and tv holds the same place in my heart. her vocals give me life

13. last kiss- oh god that first beat still makes my heart drop. okay i am going to cry again. tiny twang again. we lost shaky breathe but the song is still so sad even without it.

14. long live-my favorite song to date actually and i might cry. it’s still so good 😭 god and to know so many people who knew her when she wrote this still know her and support her. thinking about her guitarist has been with her for so long and this song is for the people like him and for us and i just i-

15. ours- ours is such a cutesy song, i love her she deserves a kiss on the forehead. kicking my feet and giggling. her laugh again 😭

16. superman-i love you superman you are such a fun song people forget about you, got me dancing and having a fun time, ignoring that it’s probably about j**n m****r.

17. electric touch-our first vault song!!!! oh wow she’s different, she’s so speak now though, oh fallout boy is so fun on this song, taylor has now claimed the time 8:05 lol, i hear the fob influences but the song is still so taylor

18. when emma falls in love- ooo piano she’s fun, oh taylor girl what emma are we referring to babes, when emma falls in love is cute though, not my favorite vault song though, not a skip let’s be clear

19. i can see you- oh, she’s fun, she different, oh my god who are you???? oh she’s rising in ranks so fast, oh my god i love her so much “ i could you up against the wall with me” TAYLOR GIRL, i am scandalized

20. castles crumbling- hi hayley i love you, taylor girl are you okay? nothing new 1.0?, castles crumbling was not what i thought it was, i think i might cry actually, don’t worry hayley got a verse lol, anyways taylor girl are you okay??? anti hero 1.0? bro???

21. foolish one- oh okay happy beat sad lyrics, taylor said take your anti delulu pills or this song is about you, “how could i not see the signs” taylor???? babes what happened??? “he just wasn’t the one” oh okay that hurt a little a lot

22. timeless- oh good old taylor and a guitar, oh no taylor sweetheart i don’t think you would’ve been timeless, why does this hurt, oh this feels so bittersweet

anyways favorite base 16 song is long love and haunted

favorite vault song is i can see you

[heaven-meets-hell]

I wish I could claim ideas good thing I can

Poses like a madman. Smirks. Looks at audience. Explodes. Guys I'm not sane about my OCS and bc this isn't twitter j can talk about them and everyone will have to put up with my brain rot for them. Anyways 💔💔💔 Possession except it's literal 🫶🫶🫶 if my friend sees this, no you don't, don't show this to the GC or I will pray for your downfall ^_^ !!! (Joking) So uesh!! I.got these 2 idiot demon x angel shit going on where it's like holy shit why the FUCK DO I HAVE TO TEAM UP WITH THEM I'D RATHER DIE And then they grow close to each other with this weird fucking watcher thing being their 3rd wheel. So tldr angel and demon gotta team up with each other and this weird eyeball thing to stop ANOTHER angel from trying to become god and kill earth Anyways as time goes on the angel DIES/(sorta dies?? He doesn't DIE but he isn't alive either-) in combat trying to kill the fake god bc they had everything planned but shit hit the fan real fast because then the angel "DIES" while the demon is trying to save their friend/watcher/eyeball thingYadda yadda I'll post the characters later they're gay af but who cares Anyways I was like oh shit possessions but the meaning is literal So when demons in "my world" / "their world"(???) Feel heavy emotions like heart break, love sickness, anger,

frustration etc etc they start to lose parts of themselves to their primal urges There's a big eye that usually shows how much time they have left So big eye closed = good Big eye open = NOT good / very bad because it leaks corruption into the minds of demons and it makes it harder to control themselves so they give into temptation easily SO the reason why THAT exists is because the silly deuteragonist/second main character aka the demon starts to slowly go crazy bc he thinks the angel is dead/gone/ no longer exists, not as a person or even a thing So As I said before the angel isn't entirely dead or alive either bc (guys I'm crazy I insane) the god/angel, was a weeping angel we all know those creepy fuckers who if you look away from snap your neck into bits anyways no Thisguy is different bc he just cries and in heaven weeping angels are usually good bc they have healing properties but this angels tears were BAD because of some shit and he was like bro why was I Bron wrong hey god FUC YO- and God was like bro wtf what did I do you're born just the way you are, in my eyes, you are perfect why are you so ANGRY bout being lie everyone else and he's like that's it BEGONE. And kicks the weeping angel out for cursing him out at heavens gates Whatever whatevev anyways our main character angel is dying slowly because he's CRYING and if he stops CRYING he starts DYING so he has to KEEP CRYING while he's DEAD So when he wakes up he's like oh hey guys how's everything but the demon guy had already undergone so much corruption to the point his brain literally has a fear of losing the angel again so he doesn't let the angel out of his sight anymore/ clings onto the angel way too much and literally screams and yells when anyone gets too close, I'ma make a new post to explain this possession shit guys I'm CRAZY

[lovesaadiqa]

the unthethered soul

this book is one that keeps on giving or growing me i should say. my second time reading it helped me realized the different spaces i was in before and now. i seldom go back and read my entries, its kinda of cringe for me especially when i don't see in growth from one post to another, stagnation makes me sad. anyway i cried alot the first time i read this book and this time im highlighting like hell. just to catch me up, ive been driving over the road for 5 months now, initially soothing myself with music, empty conversation from random people and as dangerous as it sounds, tv, movies and murder mysteries. the last 30 days has been silent asf on my truck, no nothing! the window down and my thoughts. i gave the book another go round but ive been applying what im reading and this shit is no joke! ive learned how to know when im in the seat of self, how to be aware of my awareness, how to watch my emotions form, how to disconnect from what im seeing and pay attention to how whatever it is im seeing is making me feel. amateur at best but today was another monster and i can see how i definitely will need my awareness to grow and how consistency will play a major role in how fast i can find my freedom.

its 4th of july, no the weekend, the literal day. i'd been driving for 4 hours and go to my receiver super early because when i started my route i forgot the time zone was going to change. i arrived at 1:30 cst and am told the ppl who unload me was changing shifts and i'd have to wait until 3:45.. there's no pressure but its hard asf to find parking in general but especially on a holiday or weekend so idgaf about nothing but finding parking because im less than 1/2 mile aware from a flying j and dont wanna have to get back on the highway to find parking. i get back in my truck, eat and get on social media. i can feel someone unloading me but it's nowhere near 3:45 so i grab my paperwork and march my ass inside hype like "yes, imma be outta here soon" i get in a realize it was an over zealous worker who came in early for holiday pay (i'd still have to wait for my paperwork to get signed). someone shows up in the office right at 3:45 and im told they have to count and verify my freight which would be at least 30-45 more mins. im ok with that because my appt time wasn't until 5pm and im already unloaded before 4. it's gets dumb tricky because im notified im counted and good to go, i get inside and the guy who is to give me my papers says i have to pay a lumper fee. i've never in all my months had to pay a lumper fee, in fact i don't know wtf that is so i call my dm and I get Matt (he's a rude sob and hate hearing his damn voice) who tells me i have to send a message form. i do as im told but get a reference number on my tablet that says give this to the ppl inside to pay, i get inside give them the code and they tell me to put it in the payment slot on the text they sent (in my head im screaming "what fucking text") -- fuck the rest of the story

as im walking back and forth from my truck to the receiver i can feel the agitation building, my responses are on the rude side, i can hear my consciousness forewarning me that im getting heated. i tried to feel what was happening inside of me as im also trying to remain professional. i tell myself that im only frustated because i dont think im going to be able to find parking, im losing it becasue wtf is a lumper fee and wtf you mean i have to pay it, what text did you send me on top of hearing "western express this is Matt" lmmfaooooo. i get to the fucking gate to leave and the bitch gone say "can you pull all the way up im pregnant and i dont feel like walking to the back of your trailer. i legit wanted to run her tf over because bitch you at work and pregnant ppl arent handicapped HOT!!!! In the time it took me to tell myself to calm and actually calming down i ran a stop sign and drove past the flying j entrance.

then i get to my lil to do list and im supposed to read a chapter: Removing Your Inner Thorn (im literally fighting back tears writing this) the second fucking sentence "In order to grow, you must give up the struggle to remain the same, and learn to embrace change at all time" ATE ME TF UP! Im not the same because now i have the awareness to spot, feel and identify my emotions before they have me in a chokehold. knowing all that i still copped an attitude and let them run me. this chapter talks about have a literal thorn piercing a nerve and the options you have to avoid the pain. first option is to avoid anything that will touch, bother, graze, tap, irritate your torn.. second option, remove the fucking thorn all together! a few lines that made me legit get my laptop, come into the pilot and write this entire entry: if you decide you have to keep things from touching the thorn, then that becomes the work of a lifetime; the life of protecting yourself from the problem becomes a perfect reflection of the problem itself; you can actually fell that because you've minimized the pain of the problem, you've solved the problem.. all you did was devote your life to avoiding it; the problem will be back the moment the external situation fails to protect you from what's inside; you are not the pain you feel; the thorns naturally work themselves out if you stop protecting them; you do no get rid of loneliness (or any thorn sadness, depression, anxiety, short temper, a broken heart, abdandonment) you just cease to be involved with it, it just another thing in the universerse like cars, glass or the stars.

i cant began to explain how i did the work and then read the book. there is no joy like getting it. i understand now. im praying for more situations to arise so i can better at this and win inner peace for myself. the ultimate goal for me is to sit in the seat of self and remain there.. i just know with my whole heart i will read this book until the cover falls off because it is a complete guide to spiritual freedom, in my opinion. i have about 6 books on my truck right now and this one is the most got a second read before i finished any of the other one for a first time. im happy to be here. in this space, with this awareness and the understanding of what to do with it and how if benefits me. i will get so fucking good at this!!

i hope when you come back to read this it wont be cringe babygirl. i wish you nothing but healing and total well being. to think that coming face to face with a pain that made you know want to wake up no more got you here is nothing but God's love for you. its so important to realize that it was all necessary! forgive, relax and release Saadiqa but most importantly remain thank for it all. equipped with the know-how to watch your thoughts and detach from them should make this journey so fucking delicious. you are awareness and EVERTHING else is an object of your consciousness. the feelings, the thoughts that get stuck on repeat, other people, aging, your body.. all of it. just a thing/things you've become aware of, they are not you. never, ever, ever forget that. leaving the seat of self is such a massive step down that some people do it for a single thing and they're never able to return again. that is the prize, the gift of a life lived. Chapter 8 over and over and over and over again!!!! please get this Saadiqa it is my life's wish for you NEVER STEP DOWN!

[that-was-anticlimactic]

j, t, w?

lol hey just remembered that i had these from dec 19th lol i think i was just so mentally unwell at the time that i couldn't actually process the fact that i had asks and was capable of answering them even tho i literally reblogged the ask game lol anyways was going through my drafts and saw this and i'm MUCH better now so i went through and found the game and imma do it now <3

j - name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over tumblr. (you don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that tumblr made you aware of.)

so. many. i mean, most recently, bungou stray dogs, haha! but most of the anime i watched came from tumblr moots on the dash! y'all help introduce me to SO many things <3

t - do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

YES SO MANY i mean obviously all of my ts headcanons and neurodivergence ones, too, but also all the who eats tomatoes like apples hcs and okay i'll choose one specific one uhhhhh let's see... OH! cole ninjago actually doesn't like cake that much. the reason he was so excited about cake is that, we can assume, he had to be on a diet on some sorts growing up. maybe nota diet, but i'm sure lou would have a pretty sugar-free household due to how serious he took dancing, so i feel like cake was a special thing, right? and i hc that lilly LOVED cake and that's why cole got so excited and why cake is his go to sweet food - because it makes him think of his mom. whenever their family indulged in sweets, lilly and lou always chose cake. it's just a special thing for cole and he has a lot of nice memories with it! that's why he got so excited in "double trouble". he actually prefers a lot of other things to cake. and we can assume that marty oppenehimers prolly was even more restrictive and then cole ran away and prolly lived in the woods so like where's he going to get cake with what money with what bakery. anyways. i will DIE ON THIS HILL and is this partially spite... yes. but idc. i am correct.

w - a trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

i answered this here, but i can CERTAINLY answer it again <3 i hate the dynamic where it's like... one character is more depressed or traumatized than the other (which is SUCH a subjective argument to imply/make UGH) therefore they always cry and breakdown (and 9/10 times, the character they do this to wouldn't respond to their trauma this way so it's ooc) and the other one has to constantly protect or comfort them. i don't mind characters being protective of each other or comforting each other, but like. when the fandom seems to agree that one character's trauma is more important than another's it sucks and is so nasty. i remember trying to find fics for fandoms or ships or whatever and having SO much trouble because (depending on the character) almost every fic was them protecting or caring for the other and like... i get it. but dude. stop disrespecting the character you uwu-ified or babied. they'd hate you for babying them. let them actually process their trauma the way they Would. not everyone just cries all the time. ugh. let them express their emotions they way they genuinely would.

[usamey]

hey motherfucker you're one of my best friends so

OH WORM FR?

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

BRO IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BITCH SOMEBODY FINALLY TIED YO HOE ASS DOWN THATS WASSUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

date SAVED bitch, with EXTRA reminders so there ain’t no forgetting😤

fr tho im super happy for y’all!!! i hope you have a long lasting marriage- and a good one! not the sucky straight people kind <3

[kassiekole22]

Heart Made Of Glass

Picture lightly edited by me.

Description: The only remaining survivors, you and Jason were being chased by the masked killer until you found yourselves in an even deadlier situation...

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED THE DEVIL IN ME. IT WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS. Will Also Contain: Gore, Angst, Character Death.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: So this is based off of the glass trap scene from The Devil In Me. I am very claustrophobic and that scene traumatized me greatly. When thinking about writing an angst or horror fic, I always think about what hurts or scares me the most; What nearly brings me to tears just from thinking about it. Thinking about me and my beloved Marine in this situation was enough to bring tears to my eyes so I thought it would be perfect for an angst fic. I hope you all enjoy.

MasterList: 💖

Jason's Angels: @lorebite, @yellowroses-world, @house-of-kolchek, @koexchange, and @ageofbajabule.

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I ran as fast as I could through the maze of hallways as the masked man followed closely behind. My chest felt tight as I gasped for breath, praying that I'd be fast enough to escape. Jason was behind me, I could hear his footsteps running equally as fast as mine. We were the only two survivors. The others had been killed in some of the most fucked up ways I had ever seen and I was terrified of the possibility of me and Jason sharing the same grueling fate.

"Fuck!" I heard him yell from behind me and the extra set of footsteps suddenly fell silent after the sound of a big door sliding shut. My head snapped around to see not Jason behind me but a wall that had replaced where he once was.

"No!" I screamed as I banged on the wall, feeling enraged at Du'met and terrified that I was now alone and very vulnerable. I couldn't be without Jason. Especially when all of the others died when they were alone.

A new light flooded the dark corridors and I tuned around to see a new door open. Jason was standing inside of the room and I ran in without any thought about it. But once I entered the blinding white room, I noticed that.... He was behind glass; a whole glass wall to be exact. I heard the door slam shut behind me and I turned around and began frantically pulling at the door handle to free myself. But it was locked up tight.

"(Y/N)! It's no use!" Jason yelled through the thick glass and I felt new tears beginning to escape my eyes as a new kind of fear set in to me. This was a trap and I knew that something bad was going to happen. I noticed him examining something on the wall and my curiosity spiked.

"What is it?"

"Some sort of button with a reverse symbol on it." He muttered as he squinted his eyes at it. About a second passed and the wall suddenly started moving towards the ex Marine.

"Fuck!" He yelled as he stumbled back in shock. My heart stopped the second I realized what was happening; the wall wasn't going to stop until it crushed him.

"No!" I cried in pure horror as the small feeling of hope suddenly died within me.

Even though it seemed unlikely, a small part of me believed that we would escape. I didn't want to believe that we could die in here. I couldn't handle it. And now that horrifying fear was coming true. Jason was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. And I knew that without him, I was a goner. He was my shield. And honestly, without him, I didn't want to survive. The very thought of losing him was agonizing let alone actually losing him.

"Stand back!" He yelled before hitting the wall with his elbow a few times as he let out grunts of frustration and pain. But it didn't work. The glass was too thick.

"J-Jason!" I screamed as the wall got closer and closer to him. The panic and anxiety in my chest began to grow as my mind stammered for something, anything that would get him out of the terrible situation.

"(Y/N), I think if I press this button, the wall will reverse!" He yelled to me and I froze in pure terror. The very thought of that wall turning direction and coming closer and closer to me until it smushed me like a little pathetic bug made my stomach turn.

"What?! You mean towards me?!" Were the only words that I could think to say.

"I know it will start movin' towards you and you'll be the one who dies but if I don't press this button, this thing will kill me!" He cried out and I knew what he was going to do. He was going to press the button and I was doing to die. The thought of the man I loved being the cause of my death probably hurt more than the wall itself crushing me.

"Fucking Du'met!" I screamed as my rage grew more intense like a fire rapidly growing throughout my body. "This is exactly what he wants! He wants you to choose which one of us dies!"

As terrified I was of this horrific fate, I wasn't going to tell Jason what to do. Our fate was in his hands so it was his decision. I knew what he was going to do. My heart began rapidly racing as I accepted my fate. I was fine with dying for him.

Jason stopped for a moment as he stared at the button infront of him. If it wasn't for the wall still moving and my heartbeat thundering in my ears, I would have been convinced that time itself had stopped. He looked back up at me with tears now in his eyes and a small part of me knew exactly what he was going to say. I just didn't want to believe it.

"Jason?" I whispered as more of my own tears fell down my cheeks.. 'This can't be happening. Not to my Jason.'

"I won't do it... I won't play his games... I can't kill you..." He said as his voice became shaky and filled with sorrow. The wall was now only a few feet away from him, backing him right into the wall behind him and I felt my heart instantly ache as if it was physically breaking. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

"Jason!" I cried out, knowing that this would be my last chance to tell him how I really feel. "I love you! Thank you for everything!"

Tears finally began to fall down the ex Marine's face and as my own continued to fall as well. This was truly the end and he knew it. We both did. And what made it worse was that he chose to die. For me. I wished I could do something, anything to save him but I knew the hard truth. The love of my life was going to die and I was going to be forced to watch.

"I love you too, (Y/N)! I always have! You were always the one!" He cried out as he placed his hands on the dirty glass. "Maybe we'll get our chance in another life?"

"I hope you're right!"

"I know I am!

"Fuck." He muttered as the wall was now on inches away from him, giving him very little room to move at all. "Promise me you'll survive?"

"I promise!" I yelled, knowing damn well that as soon as I got out of this trap, I'd do anything to survive just so I could destroy Du'met, for Jason. "Goodbye, Jason."

"This isn't goodbye, I promise you that. I'll always be with you, forever."

Heart Ending 🫀

Jason gave you his screwdriver.

The wall closed in on him and his blood curling screams along with the grueling sounds of his skull being crushed from the glass and the disgusting splatter sounds of his blood filled the room as I looked away and closed my eyes in horror. It was a sound I knew would haunt me for the rest of my life and after.

I slowly opened my eyes, knowing that the first thing I was going to see would would be engraved into my mind for eternity. I dropped to my knees and my stomach began to turn violently as tears ran down my cheeks. The once clear wall was now painted red with his blood.

The pain in my chest was unbearable. Thankfully I couldn't actually see Jason's now dead body due to all of the blood on the wall but it definitely didn't help. I clenched my fists so hard that my nails cut into the flesh of my palms and drew blood as nothing but rage and heartbreak consumed me whole.

"Du'met!" I screamed through loud sobs, knowing damn well that the bastard was watching me. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

After that threat left my mouth, the door behind me opened. Staying in my spot on the ground, I turned my head to look at it, scoffing at the nerve of him before getting up and walking over to Jason instead.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart..." I whispered through a broken sob a more tears spilled down my cheeks. I placed my hand on the glass where his limp hand rested on the other side. "I'll never forget you... I love you..."

I heaved a sigh of defeat before kissing the glass and leaving the trap. I knew that Du'met only opened the door because he didn't take my threat seriously and in his mind, I was beatable. But as they say, hell hath no fury like woman scorned; especially when you murder the man she loved. I may have been going into the unknown alone now, but I knew that Jason's spirit was with me. And that gave me the strength to be unstoppable. I would avenge my love, even if it was the last fucking thing I did.

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Head Ending 🧠

Jason kept the screwdriver for himself.

His screams only lasted a moment until we both realized that the wall had stopped moving. It was due to the screwdriver he was holding had wedged itself between the wall behind him and the glass, stopping it from crushing him. Within seconds, the glass wall shattered and Jason fell to the ground with a loud grunt. I ran over to him instantly, kneeling down beside his form and placing my hand on his back as he gasped for breath.

"Are you ok?!" I asked while frantically checking him over for any injuries. It was a dumb question but at the time, I couldn't think straight for the life of me.

"Yeah," He said in between gulps of air as he looked up at me. A huge, relieved smile replaced the fear on his face from seconds before. "Are you?"

"Me? Well, I'm fucking shaken up but I'm ok, yeah." He chuckled my words which made me smile even more.

"We beat him, Darlin'." As those words left his mouth, I seen a glint of hope within his eyes again. "We beat him and we can beat him again. We can get through this; together."

I felt tears forming in my eyes again as I finally felt hope again as well. We really could get through this and beat him.

"Damn right, we can." I chuckled through my tears as I brought my hand up to his face to caress his cheek gently. He leaned into my touch as his eyes fluttered shut for a second before our moment was interrupted by the sound of the door opening behind us.

We looked towards our freedom and then back to each other before our lips met in a sweet kiss. My heart fluttered like a happy little butterfly as his soft lips pressed gently against my own. I had waited for that moment for what felt like an entire lifetime. We pulled back and gazed into each other's eyes again. His dark chocolate orbs took my breath away.

"You ready, Sweetheart?" He asked as he took my hand and I helped him up off of the floor.

"Fuck yeah! Semper-Fi!" I answered enthusiastically as I squeezed his hand slightly to let him know that he had me and I was going nowhere.

"Semper-fuckin'-Fi!" He gave me a reassuring smile before we approached the door and left the trap.

We didn't know what was waiting for us out there, but what we did know was that we had each other. And as long as we did, nothing would harm either of us no matter what. We were going to put an end to this. Du'met was going to pay for the lives he took and the love I almost lost. It was all going to end today.

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[0mega-x]

Thanks for the tag (again :D)

Do you make your bed?

No, not really. My beds (at both my parent's) are bunk beds, so in the event where there are guests (aka never) I don't think I'd do it (or very sloppily). When I'm at my grandmothers', though both times I have a bed that's... low (?), no one comes inside my room, and I usually stay in my room anyway. So, VERY rarely.

What's your favourite number?

7 as well! On top of being a lucky number, it's in my département's number (77 aka Seine-et-Marne best département).

What is your job?

I have no job, I'm still in high school and I've never had any part-time (too busy) or summer jobs. So I guess my job is.... high school...? One of my hopes is to either work as an archivist or as a researcher (history), both being civil servant jobs! One of my goal is to enter the École Nationale des Chartes, which is the only school in France to deliver the "archiviste-paléographe" diploma (the school is a "Grande École", aka you enter it after 2 years of intense preparation for the entrance exams and you get paid by the State to study, bouding your to a job under the government/public French/EU institution for at least 10 years). So, maybe in like, 5-6 years I'll say archivist? Hahaha.

If you could to back to school, would you?

Considering I'm in high school and going for long studies uuh... I think it will be a while before I can even answer yes or no 😃

Can you parallel park?

Public transport girly! I can't even drive! (I've been raised without cars so I have a hard time even considering getting a driver's licence-)

A job you had that would surprise people?

*cries in still in high-school*

Do you think aliens are real?

If by aliens one means any form of life, yes, probably. But I think that we will never know, and the "we" is humanity.

Can you drive a manual car?

🧍‍♂️I mean, if I HAD a car I would've probably said yes because, if I'm not mistaken, most cars in Europe are manual. But again, public transport girly 💃

What's your guilty pleasure?

Dissecting/sorting most foods and eat each section separately. Raviolis? Watch me remove all the balls of meat from each ravioli to eat them, then eat the rest of the raviolis. Crisps/Chips? I'll put them all on some paper towels, sort them on whether they look crispy or not, whether they are straight or not, then eat each section one after the other.

Tattoos?

Nah... they look nice on people but the idea of standing still while someone picks my body over and over again is uuh, not for me.

Favourite colour?

Green, most specifically if paired with brown.

Favourite type of music?

Rock and metal. Being fan of Sonic and listening to J-pop/Vocaloid (heavily rock-inspired) probably influence this. Babymetal and Eluveitie are my current favourite.

Do you like puzzles?

Not that much... ça me casse la tête like I'd say in French (which is logic considering that a lot of puzzles are called casse-tête).

Any phobias?

Not that I know of/remember (which probably means I don't have one)

Favourite childhood sport?

Kayak and fencing. I was in a sort of association in my city as a kid where they would have kids discover many sports. I occasionally go kayaking on the Marne river. I have never had the chance to do fencing again though... I've also probably lost an opportunity to get into it again as the Olympics are just a few months away (some events are happening in my city, hence it's promoting its sports and all).

Do you talk to yourself?

Occasionally.

What movie(s) do you adore?

I don't usually watch films as most of the time I'll have to watch them with school in a theatre room without being able to pause or fast-forward. Even when I'm alone. Though there are films that I have liked (Sonic 2, The Zone of interest), I wouldn't say I adore any.

Coffee or Tea?

Neither and both. Only time I drink coffee is when heavily diluted in milk. The only tea I drink is Moroccan green tea, which I only drink when I'm in Morocco...

First thing you wanted to be when you grow up?

An archaeologist. As soon as we started History classes in primary school, I got an obsession over early humans. I wanted to be either that or Paleonthologist. My obsession slowly faded away (for early humans only, it never went away for History in general)

I'll tag.... mhhh @jikimo-world @stoutlandz @fac-romam-iterum-magna @grapeautumn and anyone else who wants to do this :> (I want to tag more people but I'm bad at remembering @s and too tired to search for those I don't remember...)

Ask Meme

I was tagged by @rosencrantzsguildenstern for this ask meme, so why not!

Do you make your bed?

Uhhhh well. Sort of. I definitely make it any time I expect I'm going to have company, but on a weekday when I'm the only one in my dorm room? Nah. I didn't make it when I had a roommate either unless I thought she was going to have company (but she never warned me in advance for that so LMAO)

What's your favorite number?

I'm a lucky 7 kind of gal, but I also really jive with 36 and 81. My factors of 9 <3 <3 <3 If I have to pick one, it's always going to be 7 though

What is your job?

Right now, I work for the US Department of Agriculture! I've worked some other random jobs though, such as a waitress at a high-end retirement home and an assistant at a local hospital

If you could go back to school, would you?

Yes. Absolutely. I would reduce how many classes I take (because haha I am at 22 credit hours right now :')) but I love learning! I don't love all the pomp and circumstance of academia, but I've considered becoming a teacher several times as a career option and I actually have taught in a professional setting before. School's a love of mine that even all the stresses I've put myself through hasn't fully been killed

Can you parallel park?

Yep! My city almost never requires it because it's a newer one and street parking is only really used in our tiny downtown or in neighborhoods, but I can do it!

A job you had that would surprise people?

Uhhhh I think my current job is that, LOL! But even then, once I explain the details of my job, people seem to think it fits me pretty well :)

Do you think aliens are real?

I think that somewhere in space, there's something that could be considered life, but we can't agree if viruses are living, so I doubt that whatever could be "life" in another part of space would fit our current definitions! Evolution is already fucked enough as is, so accidentally going down any path that resembles what happened on Earth feels pretty unlikely to me

Can you drive a manual car?

Yes! I practiced with my grandpa's old car, though I also stalled a few times LOL so I'm not GOOD, but I can do it! With more practice I think I would be fine

What's your guilty pleasure?

I'm not really sure? I'm not really guilty about any of my pleasures because they're all pretty vanilla? In my household it's definitely mayo though. No one in my household likes mayo and I usually have to deal with Bullying of the highest degree if I want to use it when I'm eating with my sister and parents

Tattoos?

Nope! And I don't want to get them either. I have an irrational thing of permanently adding things to my body to the point where I had a surgery to remove a part of my flesh instead of having a tiny metal rod inserted in me. Tattoos are filed under the same "body modification" ick mentally

Favorite Color?

A soft lilac! I also really like the darker, desaturated greens, but purple is my eternal love

Favorite type of music?

Things that lean more into the rock side of things! I like harsher sounds, faster tempos, that sort of thing, but also my music taste is literally all over the place. It really really REALLY is a case-by-case basis but if I had to say anything, most Paramore songs are ones I love

Do you like puzzles?

It depends on the puzzle! I like logic and math puzzles, and mysteries are fun as well, but a jigsaw is something I'll only really do if I'm with friends or exceedingly bored

Any phobias?

Well, there's that body modification one I mentioned earlier! I also have an irrational fear of beetles and an even more irrational fear of specifically dropping a kitchen knife into my foot! Yowch!

Favorite childhood sport?

I didn't really play sports as a kid, but if I had to pick one, probably swimming? My current favorite sport is definitely dancing, though (folk and ballroom!)

Do you talk to yourself?

Yep! I use both the singular and plural first person pronouns "I" and "We" when I talk to myself. Generally, I use "I" when I'm more passively thinking, and "We" when I'm being metacognizant.

What movie(s) do you adore?

Back to the Future (1985) by Robert Zemekis my BELOVED!!!! I cannot recommend it enough, and I made a quote from it my senior quote in high school. I also really love The Sixth Sense (1999) and Tangled (2010)

Coffee or tea?

Tea, as I have yet to ever drink coffee! But when I drink my tea, I like it unsweetened and iced

First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

First thing I remember was, ironically, a teacher! Some things don't change <3

I'm gonna tag @riinsanity @0mega-x @koi0boi @always-a-joyful-note and @yukimomodivorce but anyone can join in!

[ateezinmymind]

ateez and their size kink

warning: smut, fem! reader

requested by anon,, thank you so much!! i hope this is okay.. i’m sorry if it’s not— i’m on the taller side so— i’m like :/ eh?

hongjoong:

to be one hundred percent honest i think he wouldn’t be one to say he’d have that kink ..at first !!

but the way you would just look so cute under him while he’s railing into you... he’s like wait

he’d love to run his hands all over you just to see the comparison

cups your boobs/chest

because he’s shorter.. he’d never put it away

like ALWAYS teasing you..

“hey joongie” you call from your room to your lover in the living room. making him enter the room to you laying on the bed, sprawled out on your back- causing his dick to twitch in his pants from the sight of your body. your robe the only thing on your body, loosely fit and opened, letting your glistening heat be the center of attention.

“naughty little baby... what are you doing?” he growls out coming to the edge of the bed, grabbing ahold of your ankles to pull you closer to his growing member. gasping out from the sudden jerk and now close proximity to his tent- you stutter out your best “mmmh- i need you p-pretty please?”

“and what exactly does my baby need?” he says lowly, now squeezing your thighs deliciously in his hands. making you shiver, “your cock.”

“is that right?” hongjoong hums out when he brings his hands down to rake up your stomach and to your beautiful breasts. causing you to whine more and put your hands over his, and then to his zipper- fumbling with it while chanting and repeating “yes”

he just watches the pout form upon your lips when your hands are too shaky, so when you huff out- hongjoong immediately pushes you back down and shows you how to do it properly. ending with him fucking your tiny pussy before he could even take off his clothes.

“little baby... so small”

seonghwa:

cocky #1

melts his heart honestly.. like how??

DIRTY TALKER

or more like dirty praises?

please let him cum in your tiny pussy

HE WILL FILL YOU FULL

he wondered if it was just affecting him- how small you were in comparison.

you were so small and cute, it made seonghwa become someone he had to calm down. constantly touching you, you were his little thing to fuck and love- not anyone else’s

“you like that huh? my thick cock stretching your tiny pussy?” he growls right against the shell of your ear, while you throw your head back into his neck letting out moans of pleasure.

“yes, yes! seonghwa you’re so big”

and always when you did your chanting about how much you were in admiration for his bigger size, immediately and always made seonghwa want to bust.

it was something he took so much pride into, like yes. yes he was so big, only for you- and he would never live it down, constantly reminding you in anyway that you were on the lower level.

“mmmh gonna fuck my cum in you yeah? you want that? to fill you so full it’ll spill out of your tiny hole?”

just give him the go ahead and he’ll let go.

only to fuck you over and over again until everything spills to your thighs and onto the bedsheets

yunho:

please wear his clothes

he LOVES to fuck you in his big hoodie/shirt

TUMMY BULGE!!

he knows he big so he’s extremely careful when you’re so much smaller

cockwarming!!

but deep down he really wants to destroy you

as he watches his cock slide in and out of your wet heat from his hovering stance. yunho’s hands veiny, under your (his) clothes and resting on your stomach- he feels himself poke from your inners.

the feeling sending him into oblivion, hips frantic- but gentle hearing every whimper fall from your little lips and how your walls clench desperately around him.

“baby? s-stop clenching so hard” groaning out watching your eyes roll back and body to grow limp in his big hoodie covering your top half, yunho feels himself start to lose control

“b-but i can’t- you feel so good yuyu” moaning out blissfully. each word and sounds making him grow hotter and harder

your legs spread apart so wonderfully for him, as he fucks into your body cushioned on the bed. the morning sun peeking ever so slightly from the window blinds, lighting the room- such a beautiful setting for such lewd antics

slapping sounds, so erotic- waking up wanting and needing you, yunho had caved in

you were so small, but by far the warmest- pleasurable feeling

yeosang:

he’d be like ... wow ... tiny

hahahHAHAH jkjk no

but he’d be soooo AMAZED

like.. for real would think he’s going to break you

i think he would really like you to give him HANDJOBS!!

your tiny hands wrapped around him— fuck

he didn’t think that watching a show on tv, with you sitting on the floor while he in the sofa- you between his legs. that he’d be getting hard and actually cause you to crack first.

no way was yeosang going to interrupt your show for a little bedroom playtime, so when it was you who made the first move- things set sail

your fingers brushing over his tip, gathering his leaking arousal- yeosang kept his eyes down watching every move of your small digits and the way both your hands jacking him off looked.

you made him feel huge, and it was true

“y/n- fuck” bucking his hips up, yeosang twitches closer to the edge

having no idea why you’re making him feel close so fast, you just were irresistible with those small features…. all so tempting-

“you can’t even wrap your hands around me~”

but just wait until after he grunts out his dirty comments and amazement, and cums over your hands- it’ll make him hard all over again, and then he’ll compare his size to the tightness of your cunt

san:

cocky #2

are we surprised? not really no

but there’s two things.. does he want to rip you apart or spare you the delicacy?

DEPENDS ON HIS MOOD

if he’s hornyyyy- it’s game over

he’ll do the whole nine— but you better beg

okay doggy would be a position you and san spend having sex in quite a lot.

especially if he’s feeling greedy and pretty much like the most prideful man on earth- because.. i mean he’s the biggest compared to the little baby you are.

“this small pussy takes my big cock so well huh?” he questions you in a low level moan while gripping ahold of your hips tightly

hitting in you perfectly every time, cries of pleasure rip out of you- as your arms can’t keep your upper body up any longer. “mmm- yes! only for you!”

san loves holding his hands on the small of your back while moving his hips in deliberately- making you fall apart just to his doing. your moans made him gleam with delight. and he couldn’t get enough.

so when san pulls out of your sopping cunt- leaving your orgasm to fade away into the midst of no pleasure. and you begin the begging

oh boy. “sannie! n-no don’t stop!! please stretch me out!” with a pout on your lips and hands trailing down to play with your clit- “i need your big cock~”

he’s back in- pounding into you like no tomorrow.. better yet, you’ll be going on until tomorrow- up all night, ripping orgasm after orgasm from your little body

mingi:

princess boy would think you were so cute

omg like :O

YOU ON TOP = MOANING MESS

your small body taking his big everything would make him so bananas

like.. please RIDE HIS THIGHS

climbing on the thickness of mingi’s thighs, two things were going to happen. one; he was going to take in every second of your show and not take any of it further for him, or two; bring the aftermath of it upon you. meaning you caused this achingly hard erection to occur with the friction of your pussy against his thighs, so why don’t you just be so kind and take care of it?

seeing you on top of his spread legs, bouncing yourself up and down his dick- made him feel warmth succumb every part of his body.

“y/n, baby- yes!” deep moans into the air, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing. mingi wouldn’t have it any other way

your thighs straddling him, his cock sheathed into you at the pace you make for yourself- all of it was pure bliss

mostly it was when you reached your high. that he couldn’t take it any longer.

your hands gripping tightly into his shoulders, as you continuously abused your sweet hole with him, clenching, moaning- throwing yourself forward to his chest.

once you hit your climax, mingi needs to pull out to spurt his cum over the small of your stomach. absolutely covering you with his white paint. so much of it- just to be splattered about, all over your panting and heaving self was absolutely pristine

wooyoung:

cocky #3

holy hell, YOURE GOING TO NEED HELP

he will ALWAYS make sure you know just how small you really are

like... oh? you can’t reach that? too bad

SO RUDEEE (not really but like) TEASE!

SUCK HIM OFF PLEASE!! he’ll get so whiny

“you little whore huh? really that’s what you are! a tiny little wh- uH~!”

constantly. everytime he’d ramble about having his thick big dick in the smallest little thing of a mouth you have, giving him just a quick suck and pump of your hands- sent wooyoung into a babbling mess.

to the point where you’d have him bucking up with need- because all you do is be small. that’s it.

be the small thing he gets to fuck and love.

oh? you’re hungry? take his cock. oh? you’re bored? take his cock.

it was simple yet exciting. you loved taking him in every way. and he loved the way you- so little yet so proud and confident that wooyoung wouldn’t let it go.

“you j-just can’t get enough can you?” as soon as the stuttering comes repeatedly- it was a cue for you to brace yourself for a load of his seed.

lips wrapped tight around him, your wet little tongue licking and ravishing…. what a sight.

it’s even better when it’s decorated with the milky white of his cum~

jongho:

something inside him will unlock

and he will want to suddenly make you a MESS

MANHANDLING i swear on it

he will lift you up just in regular life

AND in the bedroom

DOES ALL SORTS OF FUCKING- against the wall, standing, etc

it was the little whine that escaped your mouth when jongho had picked you up from the floor and onto the counter when you two were making out- that he knew, fuck yes.

“oh? you’re becoming more and more dumb each time i fuck your tight pussy, hmm” jongho can help the lowness of his voice to become while feeling the way you get even tighter around him, “maybe i ought to fuck you with something else but my cock?”

“no! no! y-your cock please mmmmh- only yours jongho!” your pleading whines that turn into moans into the crook of his neck, for the way he holds you leaves you no choice but to throw your head into

having your body pinned against the wall, so small- easy to use in his advantage and liking

jongho enjoyed the way you were able to be taken anywhere, and in any way. while even during the normal of the day in life- and your going about in public, how you constantly pressed your tiny hands against his abdomen holding him close. jongho, either had a hand cupping your ass or you palming him

no matter the circumstance. jongho lives to see the baby he loves- so small and sweet be needy and breakable to his every demand…

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Night owl-Levi x reader

Content: College!LevixCollege!reader, Fluff, angst, sleep deprivation, burn out. (GN reader I think??) Levi is there for you when you work yourself to the bone.

Word count :673

A/N: Tis final exam season! If you’re anything like me then you probably wind up staying up late all night.

Levi noticed something odd when he was the first to go to bed. It wasn’t often that you stayed up later than him, sparking a sense of worry at this new daily occurrence. While Levi studied with clean notes and gel pens he saw your adjacent desk in disarray, notes scribbled hastily with pencils strewn about.

More than often, you made yourself enough coffee to have a heart attack, eyebags growing steadily darker as the days moved on. Not that you were awake most days. Many were spent half asleep until you spent the night hours working away.

Levi desperately tried to tidy up your things to reduce your workload or force you into bed but you were defiant. An argument of “I’ll fail if I don’t study,” or “I have an essay due tomorrow” plagued Levi’s ears too frequently and he was getting sick of it. It was frustrating to watch you wither away without being able to do a single thing.

8 days before finals

A sniffle echoed out in the hallway of yours and Levi’s apartment. Your loud breathing summoned Levi who hasn’t slept well without you anyways. Levi heard a long sigh as he turned the corner, finding you shaking on your desk, paperwork slipping off the sides of your desk.

Levi set down the tea mug he was carrying, making his way over to you. It was upsetting to see you in this state but Levi was definitely not surprised. At the rate you had been working, it was only a matter of time before burnout hit. Hard.

“Hey, hey,” He coos, resting a hand on your shoulder, “Lets get you in bed, darling.”

Your sniffling continues, your voice breaking when you speak, “No. I need to finish this.”

His face tightens, unbeknownst to you with your face buried in your arms.

“You and I both know you can’t get to it like this. You have tomorrow to keep going.”

Your cries tighten. You ignore what you know is accurate.

“I c-can’t,” you sob, “I-it’s so much. I j-just want it all to be done with.” 

Levi’s heart throbs, knowing your pain all too well. “Shh, it’ll be fine, you need sleep. Now.” He strokes the hair from your face.

“Look at me, y/n.”

Tearfully you look up. Your stress only raises when you see the tears that had fallen onto your homework.

Levi grabs your chin gently, pulling you to face him.

“You can’t go on this, okay? So come to bed with me. Please.”

His eyes glisten and you can tell that his eyes are watering. You’re so tired and all you want is to fall into his arms. Desperately you want your cozy bed and the feeling of Levi rubbing circles into your waist.

A fresh wave of tears hits when you nod fervently, giving into the idea of sleep, giving in to Levi.

Levi closes his eyes in relief, puling your head to rest on his chest as he embraces you. He can feel the stress leaving your muscles as you breath in his scent.

Levi carries you to bed soon after, tucking you into your side of the bed before turning off the lights.

Levi leaves your peaceful figure to make himself a new cup of tea and to prepare you a glass of water. Passing your desk, Levi sees several empty coffee cups but not a single water glass. He’s sure that you must be parched.

Levi gets into bed, holding you close in his protective nature. Tomorrow he will make sure to help you with your work so you won’t burn out too quickly. It’s painful to watch you do this to yourself but how can he save you from well...yourself. 

Right now though, you’re fast asleep in his arms, hand stroking through your tangled hair. He thinks he finally understands what you feel when he curls up next to you after a long week of work. 

“Good night, my love.” He whispers and and presses a kiss to your forehead, finally closing his eyes.