#...maybe like the whole frickin blog

[kfeinf-29jcdei]

I figured out a thing and now I just feel like dora the explorer. No real accomplishment but my own dance with my own backpack THAT I MADE DANCE WITH ME and a fox who steals enough to have a felony. Congratulations, you sing your own songs now too. No help unless we click on your destination for you. Kinda racist, isn't it? Why can't she have a friend with no criminal activity regularly and one more friend that's a person or animal and not her own possessions. YIKES that's evil. That's an only child too, man she's gotta have a shitty home life where is her mother and shit?

Anyway. It's a weird thing I had to like look up the entirety without finishing or going too far into detail to preserve time, world war 2 and then the cold war a little bit. I had no idea Stalin was so horrible he just killed anyone even like the men he used to kill like he wasn't even Hitler, he just gave less than the fucks Hitler had from his drugs and shit. That's my personal opinion people are BAT SHIT on a mission with continuous use of less than he did regularly or can be anyway. So, how is it Christianity and THE VATICAN BEING PUT AWAY ALONE AS A LITERAL LIKE SEPARATE ENTITY. OUT OF COUNTRY ANYONE OF THEM. JUST A FUCKING. ONLY. A. RELIGIOUS. ENTITY.

THOSE CREEPY CREEPS DID STUFF BACK THEN AND LEMME TELL YOU. I know a person who knows how those people operate with like secret secrets secretly hidden in the place that was forgotten by God and remembered by a dead guy who personally knew Jesus. Just by not talking about it. Over time, yes, they're men who wanted their way. With what he told me, I went hold on Stalin separated the Vatican and all. So LOOK AT US. MURICA, MAKE THEM BABIES CUZ POOR PEOPLE HAVE BEEN POOR OVER AND OVER WOOHOO THE RIGHT KIND OF (this is too inflammatory and opinionated but I think most minorities) THAT DIDN'T HAVE A VICTUM MIND SET MY DADDY DON'T LIKE ARE RAISIN BABIES AND FUCKIN LIKE RABBITS YEEEEEHOOOOO.

Like....if it made no sense to keep demonizing the people who aren't like so called church approved gay trans native what have you, why not figure out what God says? NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON HAS BEEN TOLD BY GOD GAYS TRANSGENDERS AND ALL THE REST aren't accepted at the human level. When is it anywhere? I mean, I always hoped and wished I'd see this in person. Because "Wait, you didn't hear the good news about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?" Virgin birth or not, um he ended a lot of people's involvement with Judaism IDC if he was human or an immortal being whatever. They listened to him teach and preserved the message.

Here's what I was made to understand, personally. sodom and gomorrah, the wrath of the divine being we know as God wasn't men having sex with adult men. Men who were raised into homophobic lives went batshit crazy, and it was normal to have children work and what not. Guess what happened? They were somehow (the ones committing pedophilia of course) being overcome with the whatever it is that causes men to rape as a result of a power trip. Then they went well this is a small human, and I have this now and it's better than what they did have or could have. Children in sexual servitude? Oh level the city to the ground and turn who looks at it into useless BS that has no value and won't even stay standing. So how did we get away from that? Idk the Catholics have the methods of prayer the most spot on of them and Christianity idk about Judaism at all. The rest are close in their own ways, but ITS OLD MEN KEEPIN OLD MENS SECRETS AND THEY MIGHT NOT KNOW. THEY PROBABLY BELIEVE REALLY REALLY HARD IN STUFF.

If there's a God just fucking put whatever telepathy everyone found out about in all the nationalism funded research that all of the big countries I believe had something of. We had MK ultra! We still have shit tons of regular people just regular ole people who can do that shit just once in a while boom I did this drug I see you and sucks cause I'm getting all that info out somewhere. God bless who has the ability to communicate it. IM PRAYING FOR THE GROUP OF LITERAL PSYCHOPATHIC DEAD MENS BULLSHIT COMING OFF OF THE RELATIONSHIP THAT THE WORLD HAS WITH RELIGION. I know America is big and loud with these abortion restrictions. If I get pregnant fuck it idgaf who it was he fucking raped me, and I was going through torture. Jail time? Good, keep me with their dicks in jail instead anyway. Look at my logic there, with a few people on my side out loud I'd have instant ignorant support. If women literally just got the ability to restrict access to sexual intercourse like as a sudden attack we could mind fucks them into their own hell or prison after prison.

Maybe if religious bullshit is talked about....maybe this will have nothing to hurt the perpetuating politicians and officials and the whole supreme court at least who went yeah we can do this evil thing...dun dun, or just a little. Let it fizzle out and give up or till the bitter endz make history and be remembered as a random power money and more power hungry asshole with no repercussions or accountability. We will see! Oh, it only keeps going the way you want so long. We get away with a lot with our own people from any government level. It's like a unintentional motivation I think. They're gonna have these people either missing from history or another "THIS WAS ALMOST ANOTHER SLAVERY. FOR A LITTLE BIT IT WAS. LOOK AT THE AFFECTED PEOPLE! SHAME SHAME SHAME DONT SPEAK THEIR NAMES OUT LOUD EW."

I can only repeat it so many times. Maybe God will help, never know. Good big giant clear cut in all languages maybe even sign anyone and anything can see and go "oh good people are all people." Could happen. It'd be cool without the prophet going through the whole entire Bible type thing. I mean why was all of the old testament like....Noah had something to do with Jesus right? I don't remember. What was that? Why? It was a sadists story. God did a thing he never does too like wow ok, kill the girl children, you didn't! Good, I was wrong. UM NO. God made all the breathing things and the plants. No capacity for it. Who else was in there talking? Wtf? They didn't even keep a dinosaur that was small. So we have no mention anyhow. Like I have more opinions but they're too much of a thing you wanna stab a bigger version of church.

Also, if witchcraft is not good what are the Catholics doing on TV? Look up Norse pagans, find the deity Freya okay. Animals, she loves the animals it's tame and you can't deny it! Find me a simple little bit of a cleansing routine with one. Thing. To. Cleanse. With. Compare it to all the smoking shit and the hand motions and the oils and all of it. Sir, you're wearing stuff women were burned for dancing in around fire in Salem and doing LESS. What. Is. This. Shit.

[thetickleeraven]

The Ultimate Tickle Fight

Warning! Intense tickle fic and discussion of kinks!

Smosh Nintendogs (Augustus x The Chosen)

Summary: Augustus and Chosen have started to discover that they may like tickling a little... too much. They get together to have a rematch after yesterday [THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

SEQUEL TO THIS FIC HERE

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r/NoStupidQuestions

u/nofapsamurai

I had a tickle fight for the first time and I can't stop thinking about it. What's wrong with me?

I had a tickle fight with someone yesterday and it made me feel really happy and warm for some reason? I can't stop thinking about it and for some reason I want it again. Like I want to be tickled and I want to tickle them. It's so frickin lame and weird. What the frick is wrong with me?

Comments:

i think you just unlocked a kink

dude just discovered his first kink

tickle fetish

if it was just happy i'd think maybe it was just a crush on your friend. but the warm thing and wanting to be tickled again makes me think its a kink. you could also have a crush on them as well tho.

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Chosen's eyes scanned the comments again, looking for any other answer he might have missed.

But nope. Reddit knew best.

He had a tickle kink.

He honestly didnt know what to do with this information.

His mind unhelpfully replayed the images of Augustus red-faced and giggly underneath him, peering up at him shyly and giddily. He shook his head to try and dismiss the thoughts.

How would Augustus feel about this? Would he think it's weird that he wanted to do it again? What did Augustus feel like after their tickle fight yesterday?

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Augustus giggled to himself as he watched yet another anime clip in the playlist he had found titled "anime tickle scenes"

He couldn't help but lightly flap his hands in delight as he watched.

Before yesterday he would've never given tickling a second thought, but his tickle fight with Chosen broke something free inside him. Now he couldn't stop tittering at the thoughts of tickling Chosen, or, slightly better, being tickled to tears BY Chosen.

After Chosen had left, Augustus fell down the mother of all rabbit holes and now he was here, 30 hours later, completely hyperfixated on tickling.

Was it a special interest? A weird new fixation of his? The word 'kink' floated somewhere on the edge of his mind, being fully ignored.

Augustus covered his blushing face remembering how flustered and happy Chosen looked after their little battle and couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way about this whole tickling thing.

His fingers twitched at the thought of tickling him again.

Without another thought, Augustus snatched up his phone and quickly typed out a message to this friend.

'Want a rematch?'

'Of our battle I mean'

'Not smash bros'

'The other thing'

Augustus felt his heart rate picking up as he saw the little dots indicating Chosen was typing a response.

'You really want one after i wiped the floor with you?'

'I wouldnt mind it'

'You dont mind being tickled within an inch of your life?'

'Not really. you looked like you didnt either tho'

The dots came on screen and off for a few moments.

'its not the worst thing in the world'

The dots returned, taunting Augustus with their repeated disappearance and return.

'Come over here now. Lets do a real rematch in my cave.'

Augustus' heart practically leapt out of his chest. He knew what cave meant. He was being invited to Chosen's house into his basement where he spent all his time.

Faster than he ever had in his life, Augustus clumsily grabbed his wallet, and keys and ran out the door with a final text.

'On my way!'

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Chosen was feeling more and more embarrassed and shy as the time passed. What was he doing? Asking over Augustus of all people for a... tickle fight?

Maybe that's just what having a... kink does to you.

His face burned at the inner acknowledgement.

Without his permission, his mind showed him the image of Augustus smiling beneath him. Teeth showing, eyes crinkled, face flushed an appealing pink hue. then even worse, his mind showed him an almost equally appealing image of augustus above him, wiggling his fingers at him with a devious smile while chosen laughed uncontrollably.

chosen heard the sound of the doorbell and ran to the door faster than he had in all his life. thank Kirby his mom was out so he could, um... have fun with Augustus however loud they wanted.

God when he worded it like that it sounded like they were gonna have-

"Chosen?" Augustus peeked through the window to see Chosen staring at the doorknob and not making a move to open it. "You gonna let me in?"

"Oh- uh, yeah."

Augustus hurried inside as soon as he could with a big smile. When the were face to face they each looked to the side, suddenly feeling awkward and unsure where to go from there.

"Um, you can come down to my cave. It's, like, so sick down there."

"Awesome."

The two hurried down the basement stairs, giddy yet uncertain.

"So, this is it. Pretty cool right?"

To many others it was not, in fact, cool. An air mattress on the floor was surrounded by various 6 packs of mountain dew and bulk boxes of chips. There was a small flatscreen in the back corner with a few large beanbags and a couple consoles. To the left of the room was a closet overflowing with messy clothes thrown on to the cement floor. Though, there was a seemingly high quality gaming pc set up in the right corner of the room.

"Whoa, this is so sick." Augustus said sincerely.

"Yeah." Chosen smiled at the validation.

Augustus walked more into the room to admire the rest of it. Chosen chewed the inside of his cheek, mind ablaze with fun things they could be doing, but unsure how to start.

Thankfully, Augustus didn't have that problem.

"Sooooo about that rematch?" Augustus rocked forward and back on the back of his heels, a known stim of his. From what Chosen recalled, it was one of his happier stims.

"Pfft, yeah... you... want me to beat you again?" Chosen stammered as he approached.

Augustus closed the distance between them and took Chosen's hand in his. He looked at Chosen with a coy smile. "You could try."

Chosen felt his stomach do a triple backflip and he knew his face instantly flooded with color. If he didn't know about his flushed appearance from the feeling of the heat, he would absolutely be able to tell from the amused giggle of his rival.

"Come on, Chosen. If you don't get me first..." Augustus purred while walking his fingers up Chosen's arm.

Chosen's brain was so focused on faking nonchalance he didn't even see where Augustus was going with that.

"Then I'll have to get you instead..." Augustus shot his hand to Chosen's underarm with a grin. Chosen snorted and fell back on the the large beanbag behind him and Augustus quickly plopped himself down on the other man's waist. "Dihid you just snort?" He asked while his hand rested in the underarm of his adversary.

It took every ounce of willpower Chosen could find within his soul to keep a level voice and passive expression. He may be into tickling... and that hand at his underarm may still be ticklish... but he's still The Chosen!

"I did not snort. You, however, snort all the time."

"Oh, I know I snort laugh. I just never thought I'd hear it from you." Augustus giggled and it made Chosen's heart pound.

"Whatever. You want a real rematch?" Chosen asked, hoping to intimidate his opponent. Instead, Augustus' face lit up with excitement and he nodded.

Maybe I'm not the only one with a thing for tickling.

Chosen yanked the collar of Augustus' shirt to the side and threw him on the beanbag chair while swiftly swapping places so he was now leering over the weeb.

Augustus bit his lip with a beaming smile. He let out little huffs and suppressed giggles without a wiggling finger in sight.

Augustus' mirth amused Chosen who smirked down at him. "Can't hold in your laughter, huh?"

"I-I can!" Augustus took a big breath and schooled his features.

Chosen could have fun with this.

"So you're not gonna laugh?"

The corners of Augustus' lips quirked upwards and he shook his head.

"You're reeeeeally not gonna laugh?"

Augustus's smile grew and he shook his head again.

"Not even if I... tickle you?" He emphasized the dreaded word and felt victorious as Augustus was full on grinning, clearly losing this little challenge.

"You're not even gonna giggle if I... tickle your ticklish belly?" Chosen held up his hand and gently wiggled his fingers.

Augustus snorted and broke into mirthful tittering. He wrapped his arms around his torso and eyed Chosen's hand with excitement.

Chosen scoffed to cover up a chuckle. "Frickin' lame."

"Bet you can't make me laugh harder than this." Augustus shakily lifted his arms and put them above his head, giving Chosen full access to all his worst spots.

Chosen's eyes widened behind his shades and the warmth in his gut was stoked into a roaring bonfire telling him to GO FOR IT.

"That so?" Chosen slowly lifted Augustus' shirt and revealed his bare belly. He began circling a single finger on the skin, causing Augustus to shiver and let out a high-pitched giggle. "Not much of a rematch is it, then?"

"Wehe could mahake it a challenge."

"Yeah?"

"An all out tickle fight. No rules. The wild wild west of laughter." Augustus, again, had a light in his eyes Chosen couldn't bring himself to extinguish. As much as he wanted to completely undo Augustus right here right now, the idea of a tickle fight, where they're each receiving and giving, was admittedly appealing to him.

"You're so lame." Chosen got up, grabbed Augustus' hand, and hoisted him up. "But fine. This will decide the ultimate winner."

Augustus shook his hands side to side, once again stimming from excitement.

"When I say go, we'll go, okay?" Chosen said, getting his body in an attacking position.

"Nu-uh, then I won't be ready!"

"Not my fault your reflexes are shit."

"Oh! I got an idea!" Augustus pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times. "The perfect announcer for this event." He turned his phone around to show Chosen his screen. He had pulled out a video of the announcer from super smash bros ultimate. "When it says go, we'll go!"

"Fine. My reflexes are still better so I'll totally get a head start."

Augustus placed his phone on the tv stand and stood in a defensive position.

There was silence and both boys were getting antsy, nerves alight and each fighting a smile (one more successfully than the other)

"Restart..." the video played the lines leading up to their starting word, starting with 'restart'

"Failure!"

Chosen felt himself smiling as the anticipation made him giddy.

"Game!"

Chosen twitched when he saw Augustus's fingers absently wriggling, imaging them in all his most sensitive places.

"Ready?"

The two stared excitedly at each other, knowing what came next.

"GO!"

It was in that moment that Chosen remembered that, while he was stronger than Augustus, his rival had him beat in speed.

Augustus charged forward at Chosen. The blonde put up his arms as a defense, ready to catch the weeb head-on, but Augustus saw through him. He jumped to his left and tackled him on his side, immediately latching his nimble fingers onto Chosen's belly and side.

"Tickle tickle, Chosen." Augustus snickered into his ear.

Despite Chosen's vehement denial to his grave, he absolutely let out a high-pitched squeal followed by a myriad of equally high pitched giggling.

Augustus' victorious laughter soon turned to his own barrage of giggles as Chosen flipped so he was facing his rival and latched his hands onto his sides.

The two, without knowing it, were laying on a beanbag facing each other, hands all over each other, blushing and giggling like a couple of oblivious lovestruck fools.

Chosen hungered for more, though. Despite the instinct in him telling him to curl up into a ball at those maddening sensations on his abdomen, he clumsily climbed on top of Augustus and settled on his waist like he had earlier.

"Nohohoho fahahair!" Augustus whined through his mirth while continuing in vain to tickle his opponent.

Chosen used both hands to grab his opponent's wrists and yanked them off his torso, allowing both men to catch their breath, though their wobbly smiles and pink blushes stayed.

"You're so adorable when you're being tickled."

For a moment Chosen wasn't sure who's mouth that came out of. It was absolutely something he was thinking about Augustus but that wasn't his voice that said it.

Augustus looked shocked, like his lips formed words he didn't want out there. His pink became red in an instant.

When Chosen realized that meant he was perceived as adorable he felt an instinctive need to cover his face, which his hands followed.

His nervousness was put at ease at, yet another, Augustus giggle (Man there were a lot of those tonight).

That fire in his gut had been replaced with a swarm of butterflies and Chosen didn't know how to respond.

Luckily, or unluckily depending how you look at it, his thoughts were cut off by skittering fingers heading right for his underarms.

"No nO NO NO NONONONONO-" Chosen stammered as the feeling quickly travelled and he keeled over in his deep belly laughter.

"Point to Augustus!" Augustus used every ounce of muscle he had (not a lot of ounces) to throw Chosen to the side so their positions could be flipped while his fingers kept wiggling and flexing under Chosen's arms now slammed against his sides. It wasn't graceful, but eventually Augustus was able to sit atop a hysterical Chosen with a victorious grin.

"You too ticklish for me, Augustus, Master tickler? Cause you certainly seem to be losing this little challenge."

Chosen threw his head back and thrashed as much as he could, in tears from the force of his own cackling.

As amazing as it felt, the feeling was starting to get too much to bear. For a moment Chosen felt like he'd go insane being tickled like this. He reeled back as much as he could and launched himself straight at Augustus, sending the two tumbling to the floor with Chosen flopped on top of Augustus' chest.

"Dude, I've NEVER seen you like that!" Augustus laughed, not realizing he now had his arms wrapped around his rival in what was essentially a hug. "Aside from yesterday, but STILL! That was awesome."

Chosen was shaky, panting, and teary-eyed, still showing a wobbly wide smile and persistent flushed appearance. Despite the hands now being on his back, he could still feel a delightfully and annoyingly ticklish sensation remaining under his arms, keeping him smiling.

Chosen lifted himself up to stare at Augustus in what he had hoped would be an intimidating manner.

Evidently it was not because when their gazes met his rival got a look that could only be described as adoring.

"Have a good laugh?" He asked, his tongue poking out between his teeth in that big goofy grin of his.

Chosen's heart rate spiked for what felt like the thousandth time that night.

If he was honest? Yes.

He was starting to discover more about himself and why he likes this tickling thing so much. There were a few reasons but at the heart of it all it was joy. It was laughter. He sequesters himself off so much in his Chosen role that he hadn't laughed this much since he was in elementary school. The feeling of being tickled was such a weird mix of torture and fun that it fried his brain until all that was left was a happy silly nerd having fun with... his friend.

He stared at those crinkled bright eyes on a happy pink face and...

'Friend' may not be the right word.

"Chohohosen you're blushing again and I'm not even tickling you."

He swallowed.

"Where else are you ticklish?" He blurted out, trying to get his mind on something else.

Augustus looked surprised then smirked. He, once again, put his hands behind his head, this time fully stretching out as if to taunt him. "Why don't you find out?"

There was that fire in his gut again.

"I did get cut off last time..." Chosen sat on his shins to the side of Augustus so he could have full access, knowing his opponent wasn't going to try running. He lifted his shirt and skittered a few of his fingers over the exposed belly quickly, surprised just how much of a reaction it received.

Augustus squealed and kicked his feet. "I'm really ticklish there."

"Yeah, I noticed." Chosen snickered. "But where else?" He asked the question mostly to himself as he walked his fingers across Augustus' torso. Up his belly, across his sides and ribs, and up to his underarms, Augustus giggled and squeaked at every poke.

Chosen paused, grinning at him with a Cheshire-like grin before shooting his scribbling fingers to Augustus' underarms.

Augustus snorted LOUDLY before descending into happy laughter. He grabbed Chosen's wrists but made no attempt to remove them.

"Man. Not bad."

"Nohohot ahas bahahahahad as yohohours, thohohough." Augustus laughed with a gleam in his eye. He was trying to get a rise out of Chosen.

And it was working.

"What? You want me to go back here?" He changed his tickling target to the big chubby hotspot he was at before and boy did it get a reaction.

"AHA! NOHOHOHAHAHAHA! CHOHOHOSEN!"

He stayed tormenting that spot for a few moments, to really put his opponent through the wringer. He finally lifted his hands when his laughter began to turn wheezy.

Augustus peered through his eyelashes with a tired smile. "Yohohou're ruhuhuthless."

"Yeah, cause I'm not done." Chosen couldn't help his adoring smile at how Augustus perked up at that.

He dragged a finger down the length of his body, looking for a good reaction. It trailed from his sides, to his waist, to his hip, to his thighs-

Augustus' whole body jolted.

Chosen felt like his grin matched that of an anime villain. He was having so much fun.

"Fun fact: Whenever my cats knead my lap it tickles like crazy." Augustus smiled up at Chosen who just shook his head in amused exasperation.

"Damn. just how ticklish are you?"

"You have no idea." Augustus laid his head back as if amazed by his own sensitivities.

"Guess I'm gonna find out." He gave Augustus know time to process because he began harshly poking his fingers into the tops of his victim's thighs.

"GAH!" Augustus's legs shot up to his chest as he snorted.

"What? Am I gonna have to tie you down, now?" Chosen asked before he could think on those words. Once they were processed both men went red.

"I- well- I mean, I- I, um... If you- I mean, it, uh... well-" Augustus stammered with a shy smile.

God Chosen wished he had some spare rope or string or cords or SOMETHING.

Next time...

He plopped himself on Augustus' ankles before he could stew in the embarrassment any longer. He reached down and squeezed the tops with both hands.

"SHIHIHIT-" Snort." PFFTAHAHAHAHA" Snort. "NAHAHAHAHA!" Snort.

Augustus instinctively thrashed but his thighs were readily available for the tickling while he cackled and snorted.

Chosen could FEEL the sappy expression on his face listening to that laugh. Good thing Augustus' eyes were squeezed shut so he couldn't see the way Chosen looked at him.

When Chosen's hands began poking, prodding, squeezing, skittering, and clawing rapidly with no discernable pattern Augustus lost his fucking mind.

"CHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA-" Snort. "IHIHI CAHAHAHAN'T-" Snort. "PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Snort. It got more hiccupy and frantic as time went on and Chosen was living for it.

Though, he did need to breathe... eventually. So... eventually... Chosen let go.

Augustus went limp when those tickling hands let him breathe. He gasped for air in between bouts of giggling. He reached down to try and rub some of that maddening tingling away.

"You ready to give up, Augustus?" Chosen asked, hoping for a no.

After a moment of panting Augustus spoke. "Not yet. I have one more really bad spot if you're able to find it."

Chosen inhaled and coughed a bit before schooling his features. "I will find all of your weaknesses." He said as he got off his ankles and sat back to the side of him.

Chosen began dancing his fingers randomly along the length of his body, heading downwards once again. His knees elicited hilariously goofy giggles, his calves got little huffs, and his ankles got twitches.

Chosen stared at Augustus' My Hero Academia tennis shoes for a moment, wondering if it'd be okay...

"Y-You can take 'em off if you want." Augustus thankfully anticipated his dilemma so he didn't have to ask.

Chosen pushed one foot to the ground and tore off the shoe, revealing little sanrio socks below.

"I'm going to take a guess and say you're ticklish right... here." On 'here' he swiped a finger down the sole of his foot.

Chosen needed no verbal confirmation for his theory seeing as Augustus shot his knee to his chest with a loud bark of laughter.

Surprisingly, with no more tickling, Augustus fell into a pit of giggling. He held his abdomen and rolled on to his side, facing away from his torturer.

"What the Hell? I'm not even touching you."

"Ihihihihit's gohohohonna tihihickle sohoho bahahahad."

Chosen's heart skipped a beat.

Then he got a bold and stupid idea.

"If you let me tickle yours... you can tickle mine."

Augustus looked over his shoulder with a hopeful smile. "Really?"

Chosen knew his own feet were pretty damn ticklish. If Augustus tickled them... it'd be torturous. Overwhelming. Maddening.

And so so thrilling.

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

Augustus gladly let Chosen take his ankle at that point.

Chosen sat himself right back down on Augustus' ankles, this time taking off his other shoe as well. His toes scrunched in anticipation.

Chosen, once again, dragged a single finger down a sole.

His whole body jerked and Augustus began giggling again.

"Dude you're gonna so tired of laughing after tonight."

"My cohohore already ahahahaches."

"Yeah that makes sense." Chosen grinned with an evil idea. "This may tickle a bit." He harshly yet veeeery slowly dragged his clawed fingers up Augustus' soles.

The poor weeb began thrashing and laughing a deep boisterous laugh, helpless at the feeling.

"CHOHOHOHOhohosen- GOD Dahahahahammit! Ihihihit's sohohoho bahahahahad." Augustus felt hot tears of laughter cascade down his burning face.

"Bad? You think that's bad? Oh, you're really not ready for this."

"CHOSEN DON'T-"

"Prepare to suffer!" Chosen began wildly scratching all over Augustus' soles with both hands. He immediately felt like he was riding a bull with how much thrashing and bucking Augustus was doing.

"CHOHOHOHOHOHOSEHEHEHEHEHEN! PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA-"

Augustus cried in hysterics, his laughter rapidly switching between loud and inaudible.

Chosen could feel his own soles buzzing, empathizing with Augustus and also knowing they'd be getting the same treatment soon. The anticipatory feeling had Chosen holding back giggles as he tortured his adversary.

Once the laughter went silent a little too long Chosen lifted his hands and got off Augustus' ankles.

The weeb shot his knees up to his chest and curled into a ball while rubbing his feet absolutely desperate to get rid of the clinging sensation.

"You okay?" Chosen asked genuinely, a little worried he went too far.

"That was soho bahad but ahalso so fuhun." Augustus laid flat on his pack and took some deep breaths. "You had fun, right?"

"Yeah... I did."

"Good cause we're not done." Augustus smirked, parroting back Chosen's own words from earlier.

Chosen's face returned to his previously pinker shade.

"Yeah, whatever. I live with honor... so I will uphold my deal." Chosen laid back in the beanbag and stretched out his legs.

Augustus's tired smile shifted back to excitement and he slowly started taking off Chosen's black converse.

Chosen could feel his toes twitching underneath his socks from his own nervousness. He honestly didn't know if his underarms or feet were more ticklish.

Once both shoes were off, Augustus sat on his ankles just as done to him.

Chosen's stomach was doing flips again and he was pretty sure it was from both dread and excitement.

"So... You ticklish right here?" Augustus very softly fluttered two fingers on the arch of one foot.

He was GREATLY rewarded when Chosen snorted VERY loudly and burst into the gentlest of giggles, his feet wiggling, desperate to get the sensations to stop.

The blonde flushed when Augustus couldn't help but let out a quick "Aw".

"Wait a minute." Augustus quickly shifted his position to face Chosen. "I don't need to see your feet to tickle them, but I definitely wanna see how you react."

"N-Nohohohohohoho-" Chosen whined, genuinely feeling shy now.

"You're so cute." Augustus whispered. Chosen wasn't sure if he had intended for him to hear it, but he had.

Chosen threw his head back on the beanbag and covered his face with his arms. The coolness of his forearm was great for the scorching heat of his blush.

"Now, now, we can't have that. Cheer up, Chosen." Augustus sang the last part in a flustering and teasy voice as he began poking and prodding his soles.

His giggling started picking up in volume and depth into something very giddy and very contagious.

If he wasn't born to be the most ticklish being in the world, Augustus' one weakness would be contagious laughs, and by God did Chosen's goofy little laugh spread like wildfire to anyone who heard it.

It was almost as if Augustus was tickling himself without the actual tickling sensations. The more ticklish it was for Chosen, the harder he'd laugh, and the harder Augustus would laugh by proxy.

"Guhuhuhuhuhus..."

"Yohohou only call mehe that when you're beheing tickled. Yohohou could dohoho it more often, though. Ihihihi wouldn't behehe mad."

Gus added a few scratches here and there but it only heightened his laugh a little bit, leading Gus to a new idea.

"Are soft tickles what get you?" He asked as he began gently fluttering his fingers up and down his soles.

Chosen honestly SHRIEKED and exploded into deep belly laughter. He lurched forward, clutching his abdomen as he laughed his heart out.

Gus' own laughter matched intensity almost immediately, the two now cackling like madmen in pure silly joy with one another. Gus removed his hands from Chosen's feet only to shoot one towards Chosen's armpit and the other to experiment at his neck.

Gus was delighted to find that Chosen's shoulders shot up to protect his neck as he squealed and shorted at the new sensation. When his shoulders shot up his other hand reached his underarm, but this time, instead of rough scratching, Gus softly wiggled his fingertips into the skin.

Chosen. Screamed.

"GUHUHUHUHS NAHAHAHAHAHA-! Chosen cackled like a damn hyena. He threw himself back, unwittingly taking Gus' hands with him so the weeb fell onto his chest with an 'oof'. Though, maddeningly, the tickling did not stop!

So what could he do to fight back?

"CHOSEN!" Gus squeaked as tickling fingers found his sides. The brunette yanked himself to the side so they were once again laid in a beanbag on their sides facing each other.

Chosen's hands on Gus' belly and side, and Gus' hands on Chosen's underarm and neck, the two weren't ready to give up. They both continued to laugh. Laugh, cry, wheeze, hiccup, squeal, giggle, and everything in between for at least a half hour.

Neither of them knew when exactly it stopped. Just that at a certain point they were laid on their backs on the same beanbag recovering from the attacks. Pants mixed with giggles at either the remaining sensations or the silliness of it all filled the air. Both of their cores ached like hell and their cheeks hurt from the huge smiles.

After a while they looked at each and began laughing all over again even though it hurt.

Gus reached out a hand and Chosen took it immediately. They had no idea what this made them. Friends? Maybe more?

Either way, you don't have a three hour tickle fight with someone and not be at least a little close.

Chosen rubbed Gus' hand with his thumb and smiled.

Yeah.

He liked how things were going.

[demonsfate]

canon questionare meme: #5, 6, 7, 8

canon questionnaire // accepting . . .

5. What’s the best thing about the fandom?

Uhhhh... hard one to answer 'cos I don't really engage in the fandom often lol. I think on my main blog, I follow only one (1) other Tekken blog. I guess I really like the fan content - especially the cosmetic mods for Tek8, and the fanart. Good stuff! Though, I guess I will say that the fandom peeps that follow me are also very awesome. I used to argue with a lotta ppl on the sub reddit, but the ppl here are understanding and epic. The Jin Support Club ✊

6. What’s the worst thing about the fandom?

A lot lol. I guess the worst thing is just ... the way a lotta fans criticize Jin. I swear, a lotta my arguments on Reddit was just concerning Jin's character because people either don't understand him (SO MANY were saying he "cared for nobody" prior Tek8's release) or they just bring up Tekken 6. What is so frustrating about the latter is that say, let's look at another fandom - as bad as ppl wanna say the Star Wars fandom is, they understand when a character's actions are uncharacteristic and when to reject this. Like almost the ENTIRE FANDOM can agree that Luke was written terribly out of character in The Last Jedi, and they can agree that the dude trying to redeem his father wouldn't try to kill his nephew because of "bad dreams". Hardly anybody argues about that or tries to insist on Luke being a Bad Jedi because of his actions in Last Jedi. In fact, most people still fondly look at Luke because they think of the first three movies he was in. YET, with the Tekken fandom... the fandom is just INCAPABLE of doing this and it's really weird. It's almost as if they see these characters as real lol. Like whereas the majority of Star Wars fans won't bring up Last Jedi when discussing Luke's character, the majority of the Tekken fandom WILL bring up Tekken 6 when discussing Jin's. Like you can't even fondly talk about Jin without sb saying "BUT THE WAR! ☝️🤓" Like even when you DO point out it's bad writing, they'll say "well he still did it! we can't ignore it! 😊" Maybe not entirely but... you can still acknowledge the writing goes against Jin's character, and it's something his character wouldn't have done if he remained in character with competent writers / no director meddling.

7. What’s the best thing about the canon you are writing?

Hmm... is this pertaining to Jin only, or the lore as a whole? Idk really how to answer this because I've already discussed how much I love Jin and why I love him. I'd say I found the devil gene concept extremely interesting, more interesting than the other "evil" curses fighting games do. Buuuut... the devil genes been totally whacked up by retcons, I'm not sure if I can say that either. The prob is, Tekken canon is so frickin LOOSE, it's hard to even pick a favorite thing about it haha. Like I say somethin and it's like "ooh... that's no longer canon..." Even when I talk about Jin's portrayal, it's like "ooh... yeah... but that was ruined momentarily..." Other than what I said when talking about why I started writing Jin, I dunno how to answer this one!! Maybe I'll go back to this when I come up with somethin'... I feel kinda awkward now. xD But LIKE, I love the Tekken story. But I already stated how I like the cast, why I love Jin, the game's fun. And... yeah!

8. What’s the worst thing about the canon you are writing?

The inconsistencies. Like I understand some retcons, especially if they're really needed. But like... Tekken does retcons EVERY game it seems, and then they're just... stuff that didn't need to be retconned in the first place. I've already went into great detail about how sloppy and confusing the devil gene lore is. But like here's another example - this is a minor and UNNECESSARY retcon. It was Lee who fixed up Alisa and gave her her freedom or whatever. But in her TK8 bio, it says it was Dr. B / her father...? What? Like I get that they maybe wanted Alisa to bond more with her father / creator. But like... couldn't they do that in another way? People say this is minor, but the problem is when the game is filled with many retcons - then when ppl are trying to learn about the lore, ppl are gonna get several different answers. "Lee fixed Alisa" "No it was Dr. B." See? That's just frustrating. Same with how the Tek Wiki still calls Devil Kazuya Devil Jin's "other half", even though I strongly feel that's been retconned long ago. The lore is confusing as hell with all these constant changes.

[emoparishilton]

college and updates

hi blog!

college is so frickin hard. it's hard to find a bf, it's hard to get to class, it's hard to balance life and partying and school and friends and boys, and it's hard to get motivation. i just genuinely don't know how to get myself to go to class and actually do my work. i think i need to maybe utilize our add resources at my school cuz my brain is allll over the place when it comes to school. it just feels like so many little tasks get forgotten or pushed aside and then they all pile up into these huge tasks and all of a sudden my whole grade is worth my midterm. anyways, life's been silly. been connecting with nature more, writing in my diary less, making and hanging out with more friends, going to the gym which i never ever used to do, and trying to eat better. im gonna go study for my midterm (that yes my grade is riding on) and then take it.

love yas!

marz xoxo

[nysocboy]

Workaholics Episode 1.9: Adam kisses a cougar, gets frisky with Ders, and raps as a bodybuilding fairy wizard

Workaholics Episode 1.9 was heavily criticized on the Gender/Sex/Media blog as homophobic: the guys think of "homosexuality" as weird and wrong  -- and something you can catch.  Plus Adam uses a homophobic slur!  We'll see. 

Scene 1: The guys dressed as wizards in long beards and conical caps, rehearsing a rap number for the Renaissance Faire. Ders asks why Adam has ripped his shirt off: "We're trying to get people excited, right?  The world needs to see the madness that is my upper torso."  Can't disagree with that.  

Next Ders objects to "whoring out" the art of rap, but the guys remind him that ladies with big boobs will be watching their performance, so ok.

Scene 2: At work, the guys are watching through the window as Adam lifts weights on the patio. Geez, don't you gawk at his bod enough at home?  Sorry, of course there's no such thing as "enough."  

Suddenly a middle-aged lady comes onto the patio to smoke: Sharon, the owner of the whole building!  The guys, watching, don't understand..  "Why is that lady talking to Adam? Wait -- why are they kissing?"  Well, Billy, some boys like to kiss boys, and some like to kiss girls.  

Scene 3: Blake wonders where Adam has been for three days; he's missing the Wizard Rap rehearsals. He comes in to announce that he's moving in with Sharon!  They're in love, they're having sex, and besides, she's helping him with his bodybuilding career.  She got him a gig at the Tri-County Amateur Bodybuilding Competition.  Um..buddy, anyone can sign up for those things.  Blake and Ders disapprove: she's a cougar (middle aged lady who's into young guys.)  Nonsense, she's the same age as Adam's mom, who has sex a lot.  He zooms away on the back of Sharon's motorcycle.  The guys feel betrayed, and decide that they will break up the lovebirds. Their plan: Ders will seduce her. Won't work -- I'm sure Sharon is fine with three-ways.

Scene 4: The guys arrive at Sharon's mansion. While Adam shows Blake around, Ders asks to check out the pool The grand tour, consisting of the various places where Adam has made "the magic happen": their bedroom, the staircase, her son's bedroom, the kitchen. Have they ever actually had sex?  I think a big reveal is coming. 

Meanwhile Ders goes out to the pool in a very tight Speedo and flirts with Sharon.  She can't swim, so he offers to teach her.  

Scene 5:  Adam shows Blake the gym, where he's preparing for the bodybuilding competition.  Blake wants to stall him, to give Ders enough time to complete the seduction, so he asks for a demonstration of the bicep curl.  Adam likes to keep the window open during his workouts, so when he screams, people outside think he's having sex.  But aren't you having sex a lot anyway?  

Meanwhile, in the pool, Sharon asks Ders "Are you trying to seduce me?"   She is totally open to the idea. Scene 6: Adam looks out the window, sees Sharon and Ders flirting, and runs down in a jealous snit. "We're going to fight!"  

Upset at being interrupted in the midst of a seduction, Ders cries "You are frickin' dead, boy!" But when he climbs out of the pool, he is aroused!  

They can't fight that way, so he has to lie down until he gets soft.  But the minute the two start grabbing at each other, they both get aroused! "Your boner is contagious!" Adam exclaims.  He orders Ders to put on a shirt to hide his hunkinest.  What about you, Mr. Sexiest Man on the Planet?  It can't be a fair fight with your gorgeousness  distracting your opponent.  "Wait, am I supposed to hit you or kiss you? I'll compromise with a blow job."  

Ders agrees -- they're too attracted to each other for a physical fight.  Maybe if they just hurl insults?  Nope -- it turns into an "are you as turned on as I am?" tirade that stops just short of the kiss.  And they're aroused again! 

Ok, so they can't fight or argue.  The guys kick Adam out of the Wizard Rap Group. He doesn't care, because he's busy prepping for the bodybuilding competition that Sharon got for him.  It's on the same day, and it's more important to him than "dressing like a fairy wizard."  

Wizards typically aren't fairies in fantasy fiction.  Is this a homophobic slur?  Is the whole exchange characterizing same-sex desire as "weird"? 

Of course not.  The guys aren't horrified or disgusted by their boners; it's just inconvenient.  They are quite aware that they are attracted to each other, and that Adam is attracted to men in general.  It comes up over and over (so to speak). 

Bromance usually includes some physical attraction, but the guys ignore it because they are too attracted to women to become invested in a gay relationship.  

And the "fairy wizard"?  It would be the only homophobic slur that any of Adam Devine's characters use in the twelve movies and dozens of tv episodes, and various stand-up performances that I've seen.  Besides, the rap is hardly feminine: it's about the various ways that the wizards destroy their opponents.  I think Adam (DeMamp) just doesn't understand the conventions of fantasy fiction.  

Scene 7:  Blake and Ders leave, assuring each other that they don't need Adam.  They still have each other.  But it doesn't work: at home, they try to toss Adam a beer. play beer pong with him, cuddle in the jacuzzi with him. They are a trio; they need a third.  They interview Karl as a new roommate and member of their Wizard Rap group. 

Scene 8: At work, Adam is doing bicep presses at his desk (with 20 pound dumbells, very light for a bodybuilder, or even a gym rat).  Sharon orders him to her office ("powder you balls").  But he doesn't get naked -- he screws her with a dildo attached to his face. 

"So, next time, could we use the strap-on that God gave me?"  Nope. So no screwing, no cunnilingus, no physical contact of any sort?  Does she even like Adam?

Scene 9:   Wizard Rap rehearsal.  Karl wears his new costume, which shows off his chest.  Not another one!  Adam drops by to snipe at them a little.  "Things are going great for me!" and so on.  After he leaves, the guys suggest using their sadness in the act.  Ders whimpers "Adam..." Aww, just tell him that you love him and want him back.

Scene 10: Adam bursts into the locker room at the Tri-Valley Amateur Bodybuilding Competition.  The other contestants, twice as big, make fun of him.  One (American Gladiators star Michael O'Hearn, center) ask if he's the mascot.  That's not fair -- these competitions go by weight class. 

The announcer (another American Gladiators star, Lee Reherman) calls everyone onto the stage.  Ders and Blake watching, complain that Adam looks ridiculous, "like a baby man."  

Wait -- why isn't Adam's girlfriend in the audience, cheering him on?  Adam goes backstage to call Sharon, and gets voicemail.

It's Adam's turn to perform.  The announcer says that he's 5.8, 240 pounds.  Huh?  That's not possible.  He does Ninja kicks and splits, and makes funny faces; assuming that he is performing a parody, everyone in the audience laughs. But he is being serious. Blake and Ders rise to his defense: "He's got ten times more bravery than you!"  Also a huge bulge. 

Scene 11:  Adam offstage, crying. The guys convince him to go back, but not as a bodybuilder -- they perform their Wizard Rap number.  The judges like the clever parody, and give Adam a trophy (or he steals one).  Anyway, they are friends again.

Sharon drives up on her motorcycle: "Hop on, monkey."  But she missed the most important moment of Adam's life, so he dumps her. No problem, she'll just go on to the next.  She zooms off.

Friendship forever.  They hug -- and Ders gets another boner!  The end.

Beefcake: Adam throughout, Ders in a swimsuit.

The Hetero-Romance:  I don't understand Sharon's end game.  Of course she doesn't actually care about Adam -- she is just using him for sex -- but why doesn't she want to have any physical contact?  If it is her personal kink, it needs to be explored more thoroughly.  Structurally, she seems to be setting him up, convincing him that he's ready for a bodybuilding competition when he doesn't even know the proper poses, so she can laugh at his humiliation.  But that can't be right -- she doesn't show up to laugh. The two plotlines are not connected very well.

Heterosexism: Not much.  We see Adam and Sharon kiss once.  The face-dildo screwing is just strange.

Gay Subtext: A big one, and completely deliberate.  

The uncensored photos and a nude frontal of Mike O'Hearn are on RG Beefcale amd Boyfriends

[mizkit]

new blog post: now that i can fill a bobbin...

new blog post on https://mizkit.com/now-that-i-can-fill-a-bobbin/

now that i can fill a bobbin...

..I have far less excuse to not sew. I mean, yes, time and all that, but honestly, it’s not that I don’t have time, it’s that I spend A GREAT DEAL of my not-working time fucking about on the internet to no good purpose. And as I keep mumbling about, I do have ambitions to be doing stuff that will cause me to NOT fuck about on the internet (and i’m getting better about it! I genuinely am!), but a thing I learned doing four days of all-consuming sewing is that having a SPECIFIC, not nebulous/ideal, project in the evening is actually a really good way to keep me offline for a lot of hours.

To that end, I did pick up the hat I’m knitting and start on that again, although you must understand by “hat I’m knitting” I mean “I’ve done like six rows,” so let’s not get too excited. But still, I HAD done like four rows and now I’ve done six. So that’s something. :)

But anyway, instead of spending a million hours on social media despairing, I’ve been looking at patterns as if I have in fact unlocked a whole new version of myself who sews and will wear clothes that are not t-shirts & jeans. One of my friends rather sensibly suggested that perhaps instead of going straight for the 1940s Matrix dieselpunk vibe that my greedy little heart lusts after, perhaps I should make a vest which I might actually wear WITH jeans & ease my way toward the punk rockabilly future-retro heartbreaker thing, or at least, new clothes.

I do have a couple of dress/top/tunic things that I’ve worn to pieces and would like to replace, but they were apparently in fashion TEN YEARS AGO, not a vague 3-5 years ago like I thought, and there’s nothing like them available now in the stores now. I’ve found patterns for ones similar enough to work, and if I sewed those it wouldn’t be expecting myself to completely change who I am. But of course my natural tendency is to do things the hardest way possible, because the dress/tops are for knit fabrics which I’ve only done the tiniest bit of sewing on and which are Tricky.

But anyway, so I found that pattern, and then decided okay I’d go for it, except it turned out it was 70% off now so then I had to look at OTHER patterns to see what was irresistibly 70% off. The catch is that most of these are actual printed patterns that they’d send to me, which actually I prefer to pdfs that I have to glue together, but it does mean adding the cost of shipping & customs on to them. OTOH they’re light & VERY CHEAP.

I ended up with five patterns for under fifty dollars including shipping and customs charges (which, given that they often run $15+, is a Real Bargain). Two of the patterns are PDFs, so instant gratification. One’s just for a t-shirt; one’s for a skirt which, if I’m competent enough, I might end up making two of: one of the leftover green fabric from Indy’s costume, as a test run, and In Due Time, one from the Glasgow Worldcon tartan, which I (hopefully) got enough of to make up to 3 pieces.

So far the only waistcoat/vest pattern I’ve found that I really like is a DIY/make your own pattern by following these instructions one which is…man, I don’t think I’m that skilled, but…idk, I’ve got a ton of old sheets that I can cut up for practice, maybe I’ll try that. And again in a sort of ideal world, I’d do a green one & a tartan, eventually.

And there was a pattern that was also on sale that I’ve had bookmarked for a while, as a color block dress I want to make with my Glasgow Worldcon tartan. But anything to do with the tartan is very strongly Not First On My List Of Things To Do, because that’s frickin’ EXPENSIVE fabric and I need to get a looooooot more confident before I start cutting it up. (I will, in fact, almost certainly do a less expensive trial run to get familiar with the pattern even if I DO get more confident with sewing, because it’s a really cute dress that would make a perfect Everyday Cosplay Rogue outfit. Because I wear dresses so often.)

But yeah no those are down the road projects. For the moment, however, if I manage to make a t-shirt and a vest or skirt that’ll be quite an accomplishment, so I’ll consider those two things as, like, proof of concept or something, but also, importantly, as Specific Projects to work on instead of this vague idea that I should -waves hands- do something or other, probably.

[theladyrebecca2]

Struggling with your mental health does not make you a monster.

I’m known you for a long time now, and I know you’re a good person. You’re sweet and you’re passionate and you’re absolutely frickin hilarious. I love you a whole damn lot.

You’ve recently gained a new hyperfocus, and found it hard to balance that with maintaining some of your friendships. Is this a monstrous thing to do? Absolutely not.

The fact that you’re A) aware of your mental health struggles in the first place, and B) make efforts to combat your symptoms and balance your time for the most important people in your life (in particular your child) means a great deal.

Over the last two months you’ve sent me random ST/Byler edits and memes, knowing I will appreciate them immensely, all the while being deep within your own hyperfixation. The level of gratitude and appreciation I have for when you do that? Off the bloody charts, mate.

Whether it’s a half an hour catch up every few weeks, or just a few minutes of mutual giggling over something random, the fact is you take the time to check in with me and share some laughs, even though your brain is deep in the throes of your own hyperfixation.

And I try to do the same for you too (arguably I’m even worse at this.)

As a fellow ND, I understand that even taking those few minutes out of your day can feel like a great effort some days. And I know it’s got absolutely nothing to do with me or our friendship. It’s how your brain works! Mine too! *high fives whilst mutually grumbling because yes this can be debilitating and difficult*

And look, if things are getting really out of control, there are ways to try and combat a hyperfixation. Sometimes yeah, some work needs to be done. But that does not mean you’re at fault. There’s never negative intent involved. A breakdown of a friendship or a forgotten responsibility is almost always a complete accident.

Which brings me to another important point: you’re only ever half of a relationship. The other party has their own responsibility to be patient and understanding, especially if they’re already aware that you have ADHD.

The symptoms of my mental illness may cause me to behave in a way that, sometimes, negatively impacts others. That’s part of the gig. But I’m surrounded by a patient and understanding support circle (you included), so there’s harmony 95% of the time, which is more than I ever thought possible as an undiagnosed young AuDHD teen.

Idk if these are helpful but I’ve looked at the top two before apparently because the links were grey lol:

Whilst it’s important not to let non-reality get in the way of anything truly important, it’s just as vital for your support circle to educate themselves on this and understand it better. It’s no picnic. It’s a real thing. And most of the time, it’s fun and light-hearted and something you should allow yourself to be passionate about. You’re allowed to take time to yourself for however long you need. You’re allowed to make the decision to interact with someone once a week instead of once a day.

YOU’RE ALLOWED TO HAVE BOUNDARIES.

If a person cannot handle this and creates a lot of negativity over the way your brain functions, despite actual effort and apology being made, that’s on them.

My time online is enriched by having your friendship in my life, and I know you’ll have several other friends who can say the same. My advice is to take some time for yourself and your family, and stay offline for a week or two. I promise you this will pass. I promise you you’re seen and loved and appreciated.

And here’s to the next mutual hyperfixation we find in another year or two, RIP everything else (/hj) 🥂

|| I think it would be best if nobody wanted to be friends with me.

Not because of you. Because of me.

I'm mentally ill - I usually tell people I have ADHD and that I'm probably on the autism spectrum, too (it's obvious if you poke around on this blog). I'm struggling with depression and anxiety (both caused by ADHD).

I am hilariously unstable. I survive on medication and meditation techniques.

So on Friday I learned from someone again that I am a horrible person and a shit friend. That I don't worth the trouble to keep in touch with.

I don't deserve anyone because everyone deserves better than me.

I am genuinely sorry that I am this fucked up. I'm sorry I can't help myself, I'm sorry I enjoy things that seem weird to others.

I'm sorry I'm a monster.

I've lost all motivation to do and enjoy anything.

And it isn't your fault, it's mine.

Maybe it'd be better for everyone if I just disappeared.

[keepermcge]

🌟

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Tattooed Heart [Spencer Reid x fem! Reader]

Find my masterlist here. Requests are Open.

Taglist is open, you can find the form here.

Requested: Yes l No

Request: from Anon - “Hi! I saw the request you got on your second blog and it got me thinking. Can you write something about reader having a lot of tattoos and spencer thinks she’s a “bad girl” (not that tattoos make you bad but you know... stigma) and that she’ll never want him (maybe early seasons Spence?) and is in literal shock when she asks him out? I just want tattoo representation in fics"

A/N: I couldn't WAIT to write this. As a woman with quite a lot of tattoos this was very inspiring to me. Because there is still stigma surrounding tattoo's, I always get looked at a certain way and people always make assumptions about me due to my tattoos. I loved the idea of Spencer being so into a heavily tattooed female!

CW: vague hints at masturbation (male) other than that just a little pervy Spencer but not too much. Talk of insecurities and being looked at differently because of tattoos.

Plot: Once Spencer notices your tattoos, he can't stop thinking about them. But surely a "bad girl" wouldn't be interested in a guy like him?

Part Two | Part Three

WC: 1K

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From the moment you walked into the BAU on your first day, Spencer knew there was something different about you. He didn’t know what it was, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

It wasn’t until a few months into you joining the team and a case took you to Arizona in the middle of summer that he realised what it was.

He met you at the crime scene way out in the desert and you’d rid your usual blazer, opting for a much more weather appropriate tank top.

You caught him staring at you as you exited the car, pulling your latex gloves on.

“How long has she been dead?” you asked him, trying not to make eye contact with him.

“Uh…” he swallowed. “She uh…”

You sighed, looking back at him to see his eyes raking over your bare arms.

“Stare much?” you put one hand on your hip and raised your eyebrow at him. “Yes Spencer, I have tattoos.”

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the beautiful and intricate body art that adorned your body. You had two full sleeves, from your wrists, stretching up to your collarbones and he could just about make out one peeking out from between your breasts.

“Spencer!” you scalded him as his eyes dipped to your chest.

His eyes shot back up to meet yours, his embarrassment written all over his face. He nervously played with his glasses.

“Uh...sorry.” he chewed his lip. “I uh...I just…”

“When was her time of death?” you asked again, trying to pull his mind back to the case.

It wasn’t the first time you had been looked at in that way. For the most part you tried to keep your tattoos covered at work because there was still a stigma attached to being a tattooed woman, especially in a government job.

People always make assumptions about you and you could tell by the look on Spencer’s face that he was doing just that.

***

Spencer couldn’t get the sight of your decorated skin out of his mind. He didn’t think tattoos were something he would find attractive but seeing them on you had awoken something in him.

They were so delicate and artistic and Spencer wanted to trace his fingers over every single one of them. He wanted to kiss every inch of your inked skin.

The thought of this made him hard beyond belief. Sitting in his motel room later that night he was straining against his slacks as he closed his eyes and pictured your artwork, specifically the one between your breasts he hadn’t gotten the chance to see properly.

Did you have more under your clothes? What else would await him beneath layers of fabric? Maybe your ribs were decorated, your thighs too. God he wanted to find out more than anything else in the world.

But there was no chance of that. You were clearly a bad girl, and bad girls were not interested in Spencer Reid.

He was the perfect depiction of the nice guy. He was awkward and a little dorky with his thick rimmed glasses, parted hair and penchant for ties, sweater vests and pressed slacks.

There was no possible way a woman like you would ever be interested in a man like him.

So knowing never stood a chance with you, he freed his aching member from his slacks and wrapped his hand around his shaft.

He closed his eyes and pictured your glorious body and its stunning artwork as he stroked himself.

It didn’t take long at all for him to reach his climax.

***

Months passed and Spencer kept his desires for you to himself. Every time he caught a glimpse of your tattooed flesh he would add it to his sordid box of images for when he was alone later.

It was coming up a year since you joined the team when the whole team was on a night out. It was a warm night and you showed up to the bar wearing a sundress that showed off your arms and the full extent of the tattoo between your breasts.

It also gave Spencer a glimpse at the tattoos that adorned your calves and thighs.

It drove him wild. And clearly he wasn’t subtle about it because about half way through the night, you sidled up close to him while he was getting a drink.

“You’ve been staring at me all night.” you raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you have a problem with my tattoos?”

“W-what?” he stuttered, staring wide eyed at you. “Far from it, actually.” he chewed his lip, his cheeks turning red.

“Oh.” your own eyes widened. “Oh.”

So that was what this was. Spencer wasn’t disgusted by your tattoos, he was attracted to them.

“In that case,” you stepped closer to him hearing his breath hitch. You placed a hand on his chest and smirked mischievously at him. “Why don’t you take me out to dinner and maybe I’ll let you see the other ones I keep hidden.”

“Ot-others.” he swallowed, his pants tightening.

“Oh yes Spencer.” you let your hand trail to his tie and you toyed with it between your fingers. “There’s a lot more you haven’t seen yet. But play your cards right and you just might.”

Spencer couldn’t talk, he could barely breathe. He just nodded dumbly at you.

“Now I’m going to let you watch me walk away. Pay close attention to the backs of my thighs.” You winked at him before turning your back on him.

He watched you walk away and as your thighs met as you walked he saw it.

Half a heart on each thigh. When brought together, they made a whole.

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[caroldantops]

inspired by the ask game i just did, here’s a little compilation of my favorite and the funniest comments ive received on my fics this year, from both tumblr and ao3 

is this bragging? no, im simply posting reviews as if i am making a trailer for my blog.

i could be your favorite girl 

“this was so freaking good. and i think it’s become one of my favourite wanda fics ever. the way it was written was just so incredible, especially with how you built up the sexual tension. i also enjoyed how the tension was attempted to be alleviated by darcy’s quips too. truly amazing”

“Fuck, I’m in love with Milf!Wanda...”

“Holy shit, that was smoking! I really love your writing style, second person perspective isn't easy and you frickin kill it.”

“God I am so deep into the mommy kink it’s not even funny”

please don’t go (i’ll eat you whole)

“To be fair, anyone who's reading this fic needs therapy, so we're all in this together at the very least.”

“I love how this progressed and how you didn’t make it seem like anything wrong was happening until Monica said something. Honestly that’s how I felt despite knowing how this was going to end darkly, there weren’t any serious line crossing red flags that came up until she said something. And it was a shocker when things changed so abruptly. I loved this.”

“also,, is it bad that i really want agatha as my therapist now? 😰 she seems everything i’ve ever wanted in a therapist (and I don’t mean her different..... methods....., i promise)”

“okay... WOW. i loved this. i have a therapist, she’s lovely, but if agatha was offering therapy lessons... phew, i may have to switch!"

“maybe i should take my friends advice and see a therapist....”  

“haha funny i commented this cause my mom put me in therapy. i hope my therapist is hot?😭”

“As excellent as it is fucked up. Five stars.”

hot milfs in your area

“how did i know it was you caroldantops.”

“YES THE GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS IM DROOLING. but also the good girl? only hot milfs can misgender me and ONLY when they’re railing the absolute SHIT out of me.”

“…”

“hey silver what’s it like to own my entire ass asking for a friend”

“don’t mind me just suddenly gaining handywoman abilities to service these women to the best of my ability 🤧”

“pornhub bout to be bankrupt after this”

girls on film

“Who needs pornhub when this is happening. Well done.”

“Cheese and fuckin' rice”

“bitches bros and non-binary hoes we have a new winner for the hottest content on this website”

lemonade stand

“This title is definitely GOLDEN”

“I don't have a piss kink, but this was still hot.”

“I am literally going to punch you in the face for giving me a piss kink. Fuck you.” 

“someones getting scalped. Not gonna say who, but we all know it’s the person who gave me a piss kink.”

“Im really dramatic- i dont mean any of it!“

infect me with your lovin’, fill me with your poison

“This is not nasty - this is a GEM! Sweet and sexy, you made an extreme tag somewhat romantic - I mean, what even! So good!!! And I can hear her voice as I read and just... shivers! I never imagined I'd read a kidnapped reader breeding fic and actually wish that would happen to me! I mean, Agatha is so kind and caring, and reader is living the life!“

“ummmm ummmmm ummmmmm ummmmm”

“maybe i WILL let aliens experiment on me....”

“touching some grass won't help me anymore”

“HELLO?!?!?!? I WOULD SELL AN ORGAN FOR THIS!!!! ALL MY ORGANS, I DON’T NEED THEM.”

“I think you might have an Agatha-in-office-chairs kink?“

this isnt even close to covering all the comments in tags and in my inbox that ive gotten that i love as well ❤ all of your comments make me laugh or make my heart grow 3 sizes and going thru all these again made me so happy. thank u all for supporting me thru the year i hope i can write more fics that send u all to therapy in 2022 💕💕

[peach-pops]

Hello! I just saw your blog! Can i request a hc, Akaashi first time meeting Karasuno's manager(reader) and keeps hanging out when their in summer camp. And akaashi realised he liked the reader? 👉👈

This was so cute to write I frickin love Akaashi he’s so pretty??? Like why??

Akaashi’s Crush on the Karasuno Manager 

While Akaashi doesn’t jump off the walls when they hear that Karasuno will be joining in on their training camp, it does make him even more excited to go 

he overheard from some of the players on Nekoma that Karasuno was a team to keep an eye on and He even hears from Kuroo that Karasuno has yet another hot manager but Akaashi just wants to stay focused on trying to get better

He will keep an eye out for you though cause Kuroo hardly ever talks about girls since he’s a big nerd

Before the other teams get there, Fukurodani & Nekoma start playing a practice game for fun just to get warmed up

in the middle of their set, Karasuno shows up and walks over to the side of the gym to start stretching so the practice set pauses so Fukurodani can get a look at the new team

He’s looking at all the players and I’m not saying he’s judging them buttttt he’s judging a tiny bit

“okay there’s a super short dude- oh wait there’s two short guys- oh my god why does that one guy look like a whole ass adult- wow is that her?”

Akaashi has never been known to be as girl crazy as his other teammates but when he spots you across the gym talking to the other players, Akaashi feels his heart skip a beat because holy shit Kuroo was right she’s reallyyyy attractive 

He’s a certified Pretty Boy™ so he can definitely acknowledge when others are pretty too

He’s not the only one though because some of his own teammates are oogly at the girl and it makes Akaashi feel off

“ Oya, see! I told you Karasuno’s manager-”

“ Lets keep playing,” Akaashi insists loudly as he tears his eyes away from your direction

The idea of staring at you from afar because of how pretty you look doesn’t sit well with Akaashi but that doesn’t stop him from making quick glances at you throughout the day

he figures you get hit on a lot and he doesn’t want to seem like a creep but Bokuto convinces him that he should just go over and talk to you because it was creepier if he didn’t say anything at all

Akaashi never takes any advice from Bokuto because duh, it’s always the other way around PLUS Bokuto just figured out that girls had three holes so Akaashi didn’t need his judgement 

the day goes on and Akaashi kinda just uwu’s from afar UNTIL you dropped some of the empty waterbottles along the hallway and he basically sprints over to help you

and when he kneels down beside you, he has to literally stop his jaw from hitting the floor because you’re even prettier in person 

after he helps you, your quick thank you is pretty shortlived since his team needs to play another match but now you’re short circuiting cause bruh this dude is hella attractive 

You guys don’t even see each other until hours later when everyone is eating dinner and all Akaashi wants to do is talk to you again 

So he finally goes up to you after dinner to introduce himself but gets interrupted by some of the Karasuno members

“ I HOPE you’re not trying to make a move on our beloved manager!”

“ If you even LOOK at her I will happily rip your head-”

“ Oh my god would you two stop!” You grab the back of Tanaka and Noya’s shirts and push them aside because while the boys were pretty protective, you weren’t going to let them cockblock you from a handsome prospect 

You happily introduced yourself to Akaashi as if the last fifteen seconds didn’t happen and right away, you compliment how well Akaashi plays cause maybe you had been secretly watching him from afar as well

Akaashi couldn’t even blame you, he had been purposefully playing extra hard, hoping that you would catch at least one good point

Akaashi is a humble man so of course he simply thanks you and he makes the first move by asking if you wanted to find a quiet place to talk for a bit

And your heart kinda drops like cue that tiktok sound ‘are we about to kiss right now’???

So the two of you walk to the outside of the gym and you two find a bench to sit on and in your head, you’re pretty nervous because you had just met him but the conversation flows super well

Akaashi might seem dry but when it comes to holding a conversation with people other than Bokuto, he’s never the type to let it get awkward or silent

You know how he said yall were gonna talk for a bit? Yeahhhh that turned into THREE HOURS

YOU HAD A THREE HOUR CONVERSATION WITH THIS PRETTY BOY™ FROM FUKURODANI AS IF HE WAS A CHILDHOOD FRIEND

Even Akaashi is kinda shocked that you would be willing to talk to him for this long but he didn’t mind because you were super engaged in the conversation which was a response he never usually got with his other teammates

It’s not too hard for Akaashi to open up to people but there’s something about you that makes it so much easier for him to open up and you know some things that he hadn’t even told his close friends

“ So what, are we friends now?”

“ I don’t know, I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for fraternizing with the enemy,” You tease as you nudge him with your shoulder,” How will your teammates react when they find out that you’re staying up late with the opposing teams manager?”

“ They’d be more jealous than mad, that’s for sure.”

Akaashi didn’t even mean to say it outloud but it slipped through his lips so easily and to be frank, it was the truth

He could only imagine everyone else’s reaction when they find out that he had alone time with the manager everyone was practically drooling over

Akaashi doesn’t even get a chance to analyze your reaction because not even a second later, Bokuto opens the gym doors and his eyes widen when he sees him

“ Akaashi! We’ve been looking for you- hey, you’re that manager from Karasuno! Y/N right?”

“ Yeah, that’s me, you must be Bokuto-san, it’s nice to meet you. Akaashi has told me so much about you!”

Bokuto hums as he looks over to Akaashi and sends him a quick wink before turning back to you

“ Really? Because all day all Akaashi could ever talk about was you-”

“ You know what, it’s kinda late, maybe we can continue this conversation tomorrow?” Akaashi suggests as he quickly gets up from his seat and grabs the back of Bokuto’s arm

He’s so embarrassed, he forgets to say goodbye to you and he doesn’t even realize it until he drags Bokuto back to the rooms

“ Why would you do that? Now she thinks I’m obsessed with her!”

“ Wait, so you’re not obsessed with her? But you’ve been talking about her all day?”

“ Well yes, b-but I just met her, are you insane?”

Akaashi shakes of Bokuto and goes straight to bed as he collapses on his pillow face first

Things couldn’t get worse, could they?

OHHHH they got a lot worse

The next day was when the boys were all treated to barbeque 

meat meat meat

Akaashi was sitting down at the steps with Bokuto and some of the players from Nekoma and he was able to hear your name in a few conversations

He didn’t have enough energy to be jealous, especially since the two of you weren’t even dating but when Kuroo started to talk about you, he could feel himself get more annoyed

“ Y/N-chan sure is cute, wouldn’t you say so Akaashi?” Kuroo teased as Akaashi turned to glare at Bokuto as if he was saying “ you rat, why didn’t you keep your mouth shut?”

Bokuto acts innocent but he could slowly see the wheels turning in Akaashi’s mind

Truth be told, Bokuto did tell Kuroo about Akaashi’s crush on you and when Bokuto complained that Akaashi would never make a move, Kuroo was ready to kick things off

Kuroo loves setting people up that’s like his talent ANYWAYS

“ Yeah, she’s cute” is all Akaashi could say as he looked over and saw you laughing with the other managers

Kuroo leaned back and rested his hands against the back of his head,” But wouldn’t you say she’s realllllyy cute? Cause I think she’s reallllyy cute.”

Kenma looked up from his video game console to look at Kuroo before turning his attention back to his game,” Kuroo-”

“ What’s your point? Do you like her or something? Cause I don’t care if you do, go ahead,” Akaashi huffed as he turned his attention back to his plate that he hadn’t even touched yet

Kuroo and Bokuto shared a look like “ ooo he’s getting mad”

Kuroo shrugged and cracked his fingers before getting out of his seat “ alright, only because you’re giving me permission-”

As Kuroo was getting up, Akaashi could feel his chest tighten and he reached out to grab Kuroo’s wrist, stopping him from moving closer

“ Wait- don’t,” Akaashi sighed as he shook his head,” I know what you’re doing. I’ll go up to her just stay here and shut up.”

Kuroo smirked happily as Akaashi put down his plate and made his way over to where you were

You stood over a grill as you helped put some more meat on a first years plate but when you looked up to see Akaashi standing by you, you smiled back at him

“ Oh hey, I was hoping I would see you! I’m sure you’re pretty hungry after kicking our butts in that last match, huh?” You tease and now that he’s actually in front of you, he’s nervous as hell

“ It was a close game but I actually wanted to talk to you about something if it’s okay with you?”

Your heart sank as you were already mentally preparing yourself for him to tell you he had a girlfriend or that he wasn’t looking to be in anything serious

You didn’t want to marry the dude but you really liked being around him and it helped that he was the most gorgeous man to ever walk the planet

“ Well, I was wondering... if you weren’t busy-”

“ ARE YOU ASKING HER AKAASHI!” You both turned your heads towards Bokuto who was now getting a hard slap on the back of his head by Kuroo

Akaashi was going to commit first-degree murder the first chance he got 

You couldn’t help but laugh yet once you saw Akaashi’s flustered expression, you pulled yourself together and let him continue

“ I know we just met but do you think it would be okay if we got to know each other more? I know it’s bad timing with this season but if you’re ever free, I’d love to take you out to dinner.”

Akaashi didn’t even get a response from you just yet but he was already so proud of himself with even asking you without stuttering

Your first reaction was to shut down because you were NOT expecting to already be going on a date with him BUT you would be lying if you said you weren’t interested in him

“ I would love that. Let me give you my number so we can plan something soon,” You said sweetly even though on the inside, you were screeching and doing backflips

Akaashi fumbled with pulling out his phone and once he handed it to you, you both could her some of his teammates whooping with cheers and ‘ooooo’s’

IDK how to end this but I can definitely see Kuroo and Bokuto slapping Akaashi’s back like proud parents while Daichi is definitely praying that Akaashi is a good guy so he doesn’t have to beat up yet another douchebag in your life

And yes, Tanaka and Noya are absolutely crushed - heart been broke so many times

[brideofcthulhu10]

What would the lost boys think if you accidentally say a different mens name like from a rockbands name. While you was having sex with them

Sure thing fang baby, lemme give it a shot! I’m gonna be honest hon, there isn’t anything romantic about this scenario though, this one is gonna be a whole lot of drama. I write them according to what I think would happen based on their personalities. And let’s be realistic here- None of the boys would respond well to this. All of them are only ever going to polyamorous between each other and their s/o’s in a best case scenario. Outsiders involved in any way, shape, or form is seriously frowned upon. You could call to the great artists of the Renaissance, you could call out Eddie frickin Van Halen, it doesn’t matter. Trust me on this. 

THANK YOU TO @imlostinsantacarla WHO IS NOT ONLY MY CO-AUTHOR BUT A FELLOW LOST BOYS WRITER, AND AN AMAZING FRIEND! I appreciate all the help you’ve been, dude I love ya like a sister! Seriously guys, check out her blog, she is amazing!

The Lost Boys’ S/O Moans a Rock Star’s Name During Sex

18+ CONTENT WARNING: Contains Offensive Language, Gore, Homicide, Violent Behaviors, Potential Emotional Triggers, Sexual Themes! READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

David 

Any name that isn't his will infuriate him. All he knows is while he's on top of you, you just said another man's name. There's a split second where the infernos of Hades ignites his entire body aflame with pure unadulterated rage. His eyes spark white hot, it takes every ounce of willpower he has to physically calm himself so he doesn't "accidentally" kill you. It's tempting, nearly impossible to resist the urge to slice you open while he's still inside you. How dare you say anyone else's name. 

There’s quite the conflict in his head. He wonders if he should pull out, and leave you there without another word. But instead he chooses to take his revenge. Your mouth won't ever make the mistake of calling to anyone but him ever again, if you’re even lucky enough to be graced with his presence once he’s finished with you. Immediately he would've grabbed you by your throat, tempted to squeeze you until you fainted as he demanded you tell him again who's name you just screamed. It's a terrifying moment, you barely choke out the words before he flips you onto your stomach

"...What was that, kitten? I don’t think I heard those lips right! You're gonna have to say that louder for me."

Make no mistake, the fact that it's the name of a celebrity as you desperately try to claim, means fuck all to him. He will punish the fuck out of you! Everything is drawn out. He'll choke your neck until you can't even moan, just barely teasing when you begin to have tunnel vision. There is no way you'll be satisfied, this is for him! He's not about to give you what you want until you're crying, pleading for him to let you orgasm. You know what he does? Just at the edge of climax covered in scratches and bites, he pulls out and leaves you. Shaken, exhausted, alone, and unsatisfied. Why the hell would he give you the satisfaction of what you want when you called another man's name when you guys were having sex?

David is one of the guys whose ego is going to be busted, and that is a very poor choice to make. He would immediately get dressed. No aftercare, he wants you to feel filthy, dirty. You didn't deserve his love that night. The guys would jump out of his way, you don't want to be in his warpath when he gets like this. As he's tearing through victims he's constantly questioning himself. Why are you thinking of another man when you guys are intimate?! He doesn't let people in, but he let you in, and you fucked it! Obliterating his trust in less than a second.

Expect him to suspect you of adultery. Give him space, because for the next few weeks he won't humor any excuses you give him. How can he be sure you aren't lying?!  Maybe it wasn't the lead singer of the band you just said. Maybe it was just some fucker with a similar first name. David's trust in you no longer exists, and his respect is gone too. Afterwards he refuses to get intimate with you. Even hugs are rejected, he doesn't want you touching him- period!

Celebrity or not, don't bother being surprised when that guy winds up dead in their precious Hollywood estate a week later. David is possessive as fuck and he doesn't take betrayal lightly, no matter how big or small. You’d hear it on TV. The rock star found with his wrists and throat slashed, presumed suicide. But you already knew who was responsible. David isn’t even phased when you storm up to him on the boardwalk with a lit cigarette in his mouth. Of course he used mind control to have the bastard stab himself and slash open his throat. He only wishes he could’ve done it himself. He’ll even tell you all the gruesome details, mocking how he greatly suffered because David made him think there were bugs under his skin. David is over 110% petty. In fact, he’ll taunt you about this after. At first it’ll come off cold, passive and indifferent before it spills over into pure aggression. If you dare try to get angry at him he’ll put that to rest real fast, looking you dead in the eyes.

"You’re damn right I killed him. And you know what? His blood on your hands, y/n, not mine. You made one grave fucking mistake, you have no one but yourself to blame. I don't know why you're crying."

He's never gonna let you forget this. The likelihood of him staying is entirely dependent on how long you two were together. That also means how angry he gets will rely on that as well. He's not gonna trust you after either. In his eyes you're both done. But even then, you're still his at the end of the day. He’s not losing to a corpse, you knew the moment you two came together that you were going to be with him- whether you fucking like it or not. If you think you're gonna dare to move on, and leave him miserable in the dust after hurting him so, think again! You’ll be making it up to him for years, and maybe, just maybe, he’ll forgive you. 

Dwayne

Low-key freezes at first. It’s almost an otherworldly feeling. He must have heard you wrong! Did he hear you right? No way! Was that someone else's name? It certainly wasn’t his! Dwayne will just full on stop the action, the look on his face just dropping! It’s confusion, fear, rage. There’s no words. You had said another man’s name. Not even said it- you screamed it out. The nervous expression furrowing your face told him all he needed to know. He would immediately get dressed and leave you still sprawled on his bed storming off before he’s tempted to scream at you.

But he doesn’t. In fact, he doesn't say anything, but when you look into his eyes he's pissed! His eyes are fucking GLOWING, his fangs are bared, utterly insulted! This is a rage you’ve never seen on Dwayne. You done fucked up mate. This was an intensely intimate moment with him that you just shattered by the mere mention of someone else. Rock band or not, it’s another man’s name. Period. He knows exactly who Steven Tyler is, he doesn’t give a fuck.

When he pulled out and got off of you it was with such speed you never thought was possible from him because of how big his stature is. But now he’s shaken. For a moment it doesn’t even seem possible. Dwayne is trying to calm down, but if his heart was still beating it would be tearing through his chest. He feels like he might throw up, his stomach is just twisting into hideous knots he never thought possible. 

Dwayne is hurt. Utterly crushed. He loves you, or rather, loved you. It’s hard for him to understand what to do with this. He would never dream of doing something this dumb like that to you. Out on the boardwalk he doesn't even see other men or women, like that because he's with you, so for you to do that to him? He's intensely wounded. You said a rock star’s name, but what’s to stop you next time from saying someone else’s name? If you were going to be screaming other people’s names during sex, how far would you go?

When he leaves, he storms off for hours. You won’t see him again until the sun is starting to rise, and even then he won’t speak to you. Well, unless it’s to tell you to get out. Yeah, he wants you gone. Go home. When he’s ready, he’ll talk to you. For now, he doesn’t even look at you. Don’t expect to see him on the boardwalk. In fact, none of the boys are there. If they see you, it's silence and dirty looks. They’ve never seen Dwayne like this. Even when Jasper died he powered through it. This made him utterly depressed, nothing made their friend smile. Paul tried everything, even dancing in drag! Nothing! 

Out of everyone, it's gonna be the hardest for Dwayne to move past this. It’s not just a major turn off, it almost feels like a betrayal. Unless you two have been together for a significant amount of time, he’d probably break up with you. If not, then he’d demand space. He isn’t ready to let go, but he’s not ready to just forgive you. He won't be able to look at you the same afterwards. How could you be thinking of another man when his dick is literally inside of you? 

Are you unhappy? Are you unsatisfied? Like what's going on? Did you not want to be with him anymore?! He’d be questioning himself, questioning anything. Probably will talk it out with you but it's difficult for him to move past. 

It'll take a long time before he can be intimate, if he even can be with you because the trust just isn't there anymore. For Dwayne to be with someone, to let them in, he needs there to be trust in order for him to be intimate. It’s so hard for him to let someone in his life outside of his brothers, especially if you’re human. Now? He doesn’t even know. He may try to patch things up but all he’d hear and see is just you crying for someone else. The damage done might be too much for him to handle. If you guys manage to revive your relationship it’d be an utter miracle because honestly the chances are viciously slim. 

Paul

Whatever band member’s name you just called is now officially ruined for Paul forever. By the time you screamed it he was pretty much finished, and mid-climax his heart just drops, utterly falls into his stomach and any horny left inside him is dead. 

That man just pulled out so fast you were winded. He won't touch you after, and if you even try to touch him he will slap your hand away! Eventually he’s so pissed he’ll try to get away from you because he's just so furious. You have to understand, he didn’t hear a band name, he hear another man’s name

"Wait what-... What the fuck-?! What the ever loving fuck did you just fucking say?!" 

A switch has gone off in his head and he's almost violently shoving his clothes on. If you won’t leave then he will, and he honestly needs to get the fuck of there pronto before he’s tempted to do something messy he might regret! 

Paul may come off as this cocky, goofy playboy himself, but he's serious about you! He may have slept around before, but he’s only ever in a relationship, a real, serious relationship, if he truly trusts you. Paul hates being vulnerable, it’s a foreign and risky task that could bite him in the ass. And it just did. All trust is gone and he immediately jumps to the conclusion that you're sleeping with other people. A wave of insecurity takes over. He has a fragile ego, that’s why he tends to be such a needy boyfriend- he always needs to know you love him and that you won’t leave him. Honestly, now he can't look at a picture of the band member you called out during sex anymore, it’s ruined for him now. Their music pisses them off, their face makes him enraged. Even sex is ruined for him for awhile. This boy is so possessive it's unreal, but you've made things all weird now and he can't shake that shit off!

He genuinely cares about you! He knows he's done some dumb shit before! Paul’s behavior can always come across as flirty, even when he’s in his most relaxed state. He’s gotten shit for it before, and he totally understood when you would get ticked off at him for it. But... he never expected that fucking shit to come from you!

Paul will try to patch things up, as best as he can. He doesn't really wanna stay mad at you; it's not his style. However, things are just... different after. He lost that deep, trusting connection with you he once had. It’s just back to square one now, he may even need some space for a few days. Even if you guys manage to pick up the pieces, you have to earn every ounce of his trust back. Part of him sees it as a challenge. Every time you have sex he is determined to make it the most incredible, mind melting, mouth watering fuck he’s ever give in his afterlife! You won’t ever, ever think of another guy again! Unfortunately it makes it hard for him to enjoy it, because not only is he not relaxed, he’s utterly focused on you and there’s still such a massive fear that you’ll do it again.

Part of him desperately wants to murder the guy, and he wouldn't feel bad about it. Not one bit.  Gets way more possessive with you than he ever had been in the past, and frankly it’ll take years before he ever learns to relax again. He may see you as untrustworthy whenever you're around other males.  His anger is uncontrollable some nights, will probably kick, punch, or throw things. His rage is fucking untamed man! This haunts him, he thought you were starting to lov-... well, now he feels like an idiot. 

If you really do stay with him, Paul will be petty. He’s immature, he’s never had this serious of a relationship. So with that, he doesn’t understand how to handle the complex emotions that come with a situation like this. Even though you hurt him, he still cares about you! And that, in a way, makes him even angrier! He should be furious with you, but more than anything he just wants you to want him. Only him! He will remind you of this constantly, even with callous side comments because he can’t let go. If you guys fuck he may start call another women's name. Part of him doesn't give a shit if it makes you uncomfortable or insecure, because you did it to him! 

Paul will blast his favorite bands that you didn't ruin for him, even the other guys can’t cheer him up. None of them have ever seen Paul like this. You wouldn’t expect it to hit him this hard, but it does. He was laying into you, he was inside you, and your mind wanted someone else. Your pleasure wasn’t for him! Your desire, your love, your mind was yearning someone else when he was giving you everything he had! He won't look at you, or talk to you for a good few days. Maybe even a week. He won’t let you come to the hotel, on the boardwalk he’ll openly give you the cold shoulder. The other guys might too. How could they be certain it even was a band name? Maybe Paul had just rationalized it as a rock name so he didn’t have to face the fact you called for some random guy. David is wholly convinced you were having an affair, Marko is just pissed you hurt his friend, Dwayne just doesn’t know what to think of it all. Anytime you try to talk to him before he’s ready, he just acts like you don't exist. He’s hurt, and his anger is the only thing keeping him from forbidden tears. Just give him some space man! 

Marko

Marko would be the most hurt out of the group. The sound is just sickening. There he was, holding you to him, deep inside when your voice said… the wrong name? The horror makes his stomach drop, he immediately lifts himself off to look at you still lost in pleasure even as he’s stopped. He's so hard to read, you don't even realize you've hurt him until he's pulled himself out and off of you. 

He wouldn’t speak, or move for a solid 30 minutes. Just silently sitting on the edge of the bed, if you tried to speak he wouldn’t even turn to look at you. His muscles are rigid, wound tight in knots. He’s imploding from the inside, it’s impossible for him to keep his vampire rage subdued, so in a fury he leaves. Marko is not fucking around right now. You’ve screwed up, majorly. He thinks you’ve been cheating on him, and if there’s something Marko takes very seriously, it’s loyalty. He needs to get to get the fuck away from you, because he’s not sure if he can control himself for much longer, and despite his suspicions he doesn't want to hurt you. 

Unlike Paul or Dwayne, when he returns Marko will not talk this out. You honestly shouldn’t have stayed, you should have left when he was gone because he’s still seething when you try to explain yourself. No. You're in the fucking wrong and he's not budging. He will not be hearing any of your bullshit excuses, whatever you throw out doesn’t matter! It's a dumb move he'd expect from Paul, but not from you. Part of him is almost tempted to just try to work things out, but Marko doesn’t trust easily and you’ve not just damaged his trust, you’ve damaged his self esteem. When he heads to the caves and you’re still here he’s had enough.

“Get out…”

“Wh-What?”

Marko flares his fangs at you, blood still staining his mouth. “GET. THE FUCK. OUT.”

You will not be back in that hotel for a long time, if ever again. Marko will avoid you for a while, and I’m talking months here. It’s not just a silent treatment, if he sees you approaching he will start up his motorcycle and ride away- with or without the other guys. He can’t even look at you. If we’re being realistic here, Marko probably won't be able to be intimate with you again. He can’t look past it. All he can see is you calling for someone else, in your heated climax in his arms, utterly exposed, and you desired someone else. He has more self respect for himself than the others, so more than likely he will break up with you! 

He’s hurt. It's a cluster of emotions, all of them feel horrid. Rage, pain, sorrow, betrayal. How could you do this? Have you seen him? (like bruhhhhhh where you gonna find a man that rocks a crop top as good as him? where?) He definitely went on a killing spree right after. He needs to release his rage, it’s so pent up he doesn’t know how else to handle it. There would be blood everywhere, there wouldn’t even be any bodies left behind. Everything is utter carnage. Marko would need some serious alone time from everyone, he wouldn't talk to the other boys for at least a few hours. 

Paul is furious at you when they find out what you did. You're fucking dead! Marko means so much to them, and you meant so much to Marko! This was his best friend! They let you into their coven, they trusted you with their brother, and you genuinely broke this poor baby’s heart! Hope you don’t have any unfinished business. Say your prayers and make amends now, because you're packing for your funeral buddy. David even hunts down anyone with the name you called and kills them, and he’ll be sure you know. You don’t hurt his friends, you’re lucky that he’s allowing you to draw breath from this miserable planet.

Afterwards, Marko does not go into another relationship for years. Maybe even a decade. It hurts him to go back on the boardwalk. Everything reminds him of you. The ferris wheel where you guys had your first kiss, the food stands he’d take you to, the arcade where he’d kick your butt at Mortal Kombat. Even more so is the sight of you. He doesn’t want to run into you at all. Even the sound of your name, anything to do with you makes him feel down or enraged. He already had trust issues before you, now he wasn’t nearly as willing to be trusting to anyone but his brothers. The next s/o he has, if he ever decides to have another, will definitely be picking up the pieces.

[tsukikoayanosuke]

For the OC anonymous ask! Man, if you gave me a chance, I'd take it! XD I'll go with Jonah since he's the only character that I've actually gotten to know. Hope you don't mind me rambling in your feed.

To start off, it was Jonah's pirate theme that first caught my eyes. I had a thing for pirate AUs back then, so the eyepatch and pirate references became my drive. Jonah's soft boi personality too! It made me wonder how he was going to survive the overblots with that kind of personality. Especially because those battles were brutal and traumatic.

Then hoo boy, THE CRIMSON TYRANT ARC. HELLO?????

"Down with the Bloody Red Queen"

This. This was and is still my favourite line.

I was like, "damn?!" I had to take a double take when I read that. Since Riddle is twisted from the Queen of Hearts, I thought it was some sort of threat! THE soft boy Jonah Argentum? Threatening THE Riddle Rosehearts? YOOOOOO THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GO DOWN!

I want to say more, but I'm afraid it might be a spoiler to those who haven't read it yet. Like Chen'ya's lines during the Unbirthday Party and [RSA student]'s appearance at the Magift Tournament! I need more of his appearance! XD

But all in all, Jonah's character development is my favourite part. I'm frickin' in love with TW:OPT!

I was not expecting this 😭

Rambling is very much welcomed in my blog. Please, I love listening to rambles. So, I'll answer with my own rambling.

Okay, let's start from the beginning. It might be a bit long so... Page break!

I am... I am so happy you like Jonah as a character. I'm so worried that I might make him too generic or borderline gary stu, even with the pirate theme. But the soft boi is very intentional because I do love those types of characters. I want to make Jonah to be able to fill Yuu's MC role, but becoming his own unique character that deviates from Yuu.

And reaching that line in The Crimson Tyrant Arc. It was a delight to write that line. Originally it was supposed to be a quick reference to the 2010 Alice in Wonderland movie where the Mad Hatter said it, but I realized it won't make sense since Jonah never see those Disney movie. Thus, his expansion happens, which resulted to his connection with RSA, including Che'nya's line, the certain RSA student (oh, hopefully we can see more maybe in the current arc? But who knows my writing process), and basically his whole past before the memory loss! So, yeah, if I never write that line, maybe Jonah would be just another bland amnesiac character. 🤣

Which leads to the character development aspect. I do want Jonah to grow from just being dragged along into someone who can stand on his own. Yeah, comparing Jonah from Prologue Arc to Scarabia Arc is really satisfying, at least for me. Jonah's character development is an interesting process behind the scene. I do want to test my own skill in character progression. Jonah is really a trial run for and I'm just so happy that you appreciate it. But also a little bit of whumping wouldn't hurt, right? 😅

Again, thank you so much, Sir/Madam, for giving Jonah a chance~ Hope you'll enjoy his journey further...

[svnarintaro]

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

well,, i don’t know wether or not this is narcissistic but here is a few things about me !!

name: haru 

it’s my korean name and online alias fun fact: it was a korean name gave to me by my korean friends cause they thought i was korean (i’m filipino :)) so i just rolled with it

age: i'm a minor

don't get me fooled i'm a minor he he i'm making it so that only my muchachos know my age hehe he heeee

birthday: june 17

sexuality and pronouns: bisexual and she/they

i honestly don’t mind whenever people call me a he or a they like i honeslty don’t care with pronouns but i am perfectly comfortable with my sexuality and what it is so dear homophobes please

self ships: 

haruroki (haru x todoroki shoto)

rintaru (haru x suna rintarō)

shiru (haru x shindo yo)

likes: sloths, playing music and just typing 

i really like sloths, like i think they are one of the cutest things to even exist like i really do love them 

i play a lot of instruments in addition of being in band, i just really do like playing music more than listening to it,, idk do people find it annoying whenever i try to learn a song by ear the moment i hear it? maybe- 

idk ever since i learnt how to type by myself i have been so frickin proud of myself and it makes a satisfying sound to me so i just like typing random words that come into my head as practice 

dislikes: genuinely rude people, bees, needles

the rude people is just something i just don’t vibe with, bees just scare me, needles suck end of story 

animes i love: bnha, balance unlimited, haikyuu, erased

if you want more anime that i have watched then just click here for my whole list 

random facts about me:

i actually can’t tolerate spice like at all, as a child i used to think onions were too spicy

my first anime was yuri on ice and attack on titan and i low key lost my anime mojo cause i didn’t know where to watch until recently 

i look like the offspring or daichi and sugawara 

i’m too scared that people from my school will find my blog or people from my church will find me and thats why i haven’t done a face reveal

i play basketball and volleyball

in volleyball i’m a libero

in basketball i’m a point guard

i want to start a podcast titled, “the boring life of a depressed teenager” and just talk about all the things that make me mad 

my favourite artist is brockhampton and isaac dunbar

i'm actually in a band- it's called knee high socks and i'm the guitarist

[bakugohoex]

ゞ°✭・㋛┃ Hello, hello, my favourite person in the whole entire world! Just got back from my 7-hours-of-hell building so I decided to drop into your blog and check up on you before I bury myself in work, been thinking about Murasakibara’s long-ass arms for the entire day and how they could be wrapped around me but sadly he’s not here and he’s not real and how frickin’ touch-starved I am, reminding myself that somehow Imayoshi reminds me of Ranpo, pet a Pomeranian that almost bit me and said “ OK, Bakugou ”, drew a chibi Sukuna in the corner of my workbook during my second lesson, and, other than all that, all is well and I’m doing fine!

Now, how are you, my lovely? v(´∀｀*v)ﾋﾟｰｽ

— 🌨

hiya baby 🥺 sheesh 7 hours of hell could never be me i’d cry on impact 😪 i hope you did do the work i set out to do baby and omfg please murisakibara’s arms would literally wrap around me so easily like he’d end up hugging himself as well cause he’s just so tall 🥺 please yes touch starved gang occurring here 😥 ooo i bet sukuna looked pretty when u drew him i’m glad you’re doing good though my lovely ☺️

i’m doing fine just gonna go eat and hopefully revise for a bit maybe an hour cause i have to shower lmao but yeah overall everything is calm here

[maelyca]

I am super excited for today! It’s supposed to be a beautiful day with a high of 66° ☀️ — which is great compared to the snow we had a couple days ago ❄️😵 I’ve got errands to run and am meeting a friend for brunch a little later. I woke up way too early, so I’m watching Bridesmaids (one of the funniest movies ever) while drinking a cotton candy Bang energy drink. Exciting life, I know 🥱

I really want to start journaling again to get stuff off my chest (and sometimes just to ramble, I suppose), but since writing tends to hurt my hand, I’d like to try blogging. My only fear is that I’ll come off as complain-y if I’m venting. I definitely don’t want that to happen. After the recent situations at work I’m hesitant to open up to a lot of people there. Plus, more coworkers are annoying me these days, and I have no idea who I can trust anymore. I am honestly not sure I can trust even some of the people I thought I could. I hope I learn some lessons from this — watch what you say on social media (so this blogging stuff should be really entertaining since no one knows it’s me…yet), don’t add coworkers to your social media, and don’t open up to coworkers like I tend to do. Coworkers are not friends. I totally broke my rule on that when I started my current job 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

I’m also hesitant to open up to my boyfriend because he can be a total dick sometimes. He has very strong opinions on almost everything, and he likes to let you know what they are. I don’t feel I can talk to him about my current job because he worked for the same company for a couple months and it did not end well so he doesn’t have a high opinion of the company as a whole. I just want to come home sometimes, vent about my day a little bit and move on. He likes to focus on the subject, rip it apart, put it back together his way then tell me why it’ll work better. It’s no wonder I’m having more anxiety and depression lately 🥺 But I digress. I’ll save that for another post when I come up with a new name so no one knows it’s me 😉

I miss typing, too. Since I left the call center almost three years ago, I barely have a need to type anything more than my ID number and password at work. I’m typing on my iPad right now, and it’s not as easy as I thought it’d be lol My fingers are already cramping up. I may have to get one of those fancy keyboards that attaches. Or maybe just get a frickin laptop and save myself the trouble 🙄🙄

Writing again feels good. Getting my thoughts out feels amazing. Idk if anyone will ever even read this or if it will get sucked into the black hole of the interwebs, but it feels like such a release of pressure in my mind. Hopefully, this will help me become a bit of a better writer. I’m still a little dusty on my punctuation, but I’ll make it work. Honestly, I don’t even know what’s acceptable these days - one space or two after the end of a sentence?!?! I’ll probably do both because I’ll go on tangents and not pay any attention whatsoever 🤷‍♀️ Do people even use commas anymore?! I have a small grammar book somewhere. I may have to dig that bad boy up lol

Writing my thoughts will most likely help, too, instead of doing video rants. Here, I can proofread and stop myself from sounding like an idiot or an asshole (I hope!), where as in videos I talk to fast and get confused, or just plain forget what I was talking about. Here, I can backspace and delete before a thought gets put out there; videos don’t let me do that.

I’m going to end this, so I can get back to my movie before brunch. Today is going to be a good day 😎

Do good. Be good. Pay it forward.