#24 inch pizzas baby

[mexicangrizzlyappreciation]

Sometimes I think about how I was able to eat up to two extra large pizzas on my own as a teen with amazement. Puberty appetite does not fuck around

Apparently neither does weed.

LMAOOOO

[glennjaminhow]

How about a hurt/comfort fic where Luther gets out of prison and beats Mac up and Mac takes the bus to PennU and shows up on Dennis’ doorstep all sad and upset and in need of love 👀

Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like it!

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April 24, 1996

Mac is half asleep when he hears the front door unlock.

He’s lounging in bed, a box fan pointed at his feet and an ashtray balanced on his chest. The mattress is bare except for the blanket he stole from Dennis before he left for UPenn. It’s soft and blue like Dennis’ eyes, and, if Mac focuses enough, he can still smell Dennis’ fancy cologne nestled in the fabric. A mostly smoked joint smolders between his lips as he stares up at the water-stained ceiling, an arm folded beneath his head. His only plan today is to get stoned out of his mind. It’s his day off from the construction site, and his whole body fucking hurts. It doesn’t help that he works six days a week – at least twelve hour days each – so he can keep up with all the bills, especially since Mom quit Jiffy Lube.

He just wants to spend the day at home in bed gorging himself on weed and, eventually, pizza.

But that doesn’t happen.

One second Mac is taking a hit, perfectly comfortable and wrapped in Dennis’ blanket. The next second he’s yanked out of bed so hard his brain spins. Stomach swimming near his toes, he inhales sharply and immediately notices who’s standing in front of him.

“Dad? What are you doing he–”

But he doesn’t get to finish the question.

Dad’s fist collides with his mouth, sucker punching the shit out of him. Mac stumbles back, bracing himself against the wall, panting. He shakes his head and tries to talk, tries to reason with this giant anger ball in front of him, but he can’t speak. It’s like his tongue is glued to the roof of his mouth, and words just won’t come out. Dad gets closer and closer, until he’s breathing down Mac’s neck. His heart pounds, and his lips tremble, but he doesn’t make any movements. Maybe if he stays silent and still – the way his parents prefer him to be – then Dad will leave him alone.

“Son,” his dad starts, voice dangerously even and callous. “What the fuck did you do?”

Mac’s teeth chatter. He wavers uncertainly his spot. Dad must notice because he immediately puts his rough hands on his shoulders, rooting his socked feet further into the floor. Tears swell in his eyes, and he tries to blink them away, but he fails, and they stream over his cheeks, mixing with the blood coating his chin. But he doesn’t move. He can’t move. Crying isn’t his normal response when his dad – unexpectedly or not – acts like this, but it was a surprise, and Mac was half asleep, and he doesn’t need – doesn’t want – his dad to know that he scared him.

He's such a fucking baby. No wonder his parents hate him.

So why does he try so hard to please them?

“Jesus Christ. What the fuck is wrong with you?” his dad asks.

He doesn’t say anything. He looks down at the ground and sniffles, wiping at his face and chin.

And of course he doesn’t say anything when Dad’s fist smashes into his stomach, causing him to double over and spit up blood on the tattered carpet. Dad forces him to stand upright, grabbing his cheek with is rough hand and pressing the back of his head against the wall.

“I asked you a question.”

Mac’s lips quiver. “I-I… I don’t know wh-what’s wrong with me…”

“No. Not that, you little shit,” Dad says. “You ratted me out, didn’t you?”

Mac’s eyes widen. He instantly shakes his head once, twice, three times. “I would n-never do that!”

Dad squeezes his neck and cheek harder, fingers digging into his flesh hard enough to leave bruises. “But you did.”

“No, I didn’t! I swear!”

“Tell me the truth, son.”

Dad inches closer. They’re breathing the same air. Only Mac isn’t just breathing; he’s close to hyperventilating. He doesn’t like being closed in, and he doesn’t like being manhandled, and he doesn’t like how horrifying his dad is being right now. He didn’t do anything. He didn’t do anything wrong. All he does is go to work, come home, and visit Dennis on his day off during the week. He barely speaks to Mom, and all she does is grunt in response when he does try to tell her something. This is the first time he’s seen his dad in over a year since his most recent parole violation that landed him back in prison.

“I swear. I didn’t do anything.”

There’s another blow to his stomach. Dad lets go and pushes him to the floor. Mac listens to his bootheels click as he walks away, waiting until he hears the front door slam shut before he starts coughing. Only there isn’t enough oxygen in the room for him now, and he curls up in a ball on the carpet, protectively holding his abdomen and fighting through tears. He has literally no idea what just happened, but it doesn’t take a rocket genius to know that his dad hates him and thinks he betrayed him, only he would never do that to his father. Knows how serious and important his business is, whether he’s in jail or not.

He lays on the floor for what feels like an eternity, poking at his stomach and busted lip. He is trying really hard to do that thing that Dennis does all the time, where he turns off his emotions and lets himself just exist. Only he doesn’t feel like existing right now, not really. The room feels hazy, and he feels numb, yet wants to bawl his eyes out, and he doesn’t understand where any of this came from or why his father hates his freaking guts. He’s never done anything other than try to be a good son, but he knows he sucks. Until he ratted out all the drug dealers in school, he couldn’t sell even a fourth of his weekly supply on his own. Yeah. That’s probably why Dad hates him. He’s useless.

That’s okay. It’s okay. He’s okay.

He’s okay there’s just something obviously wrong with him he can’t get his parents to love him even though he pays all the bills and cooks Mom dinner every night and does all the laundry and always makes sure there’s food in the house and cleans up after himself and is super duper quiet when he walks to the bathroom or kitchen and most of all he’s tried to tell them that he loves them that he wants to be around them and be a normal family but there’s nothing normal about what just happened and he knows that he knows that so why’s he still trying and why does it hurt so much he only wants to be a good son but he can’t ever do anything right and no one else in the world cares about him except Dennis and Charlie and maybe that bird Dee but they’re not here and he’s alone and Charlie is working at a diner as a janitor and Dee and Dennis are at school Dennis he misses Dennis Dennis always knows how to keep him calm and –

Dennis.

Mac wipes his eyes and tries to control his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Steady. It’s about precision, Dennis says. He has to be steady with his emotions.

He misses Dennis.

And even though he just saw the dude last week, the closest he feels to God is when he’s with Dennis.

Mac sits up. He winces at the uncomfortable twinge in his stomach and hiccups when he feels a slight bulge where his ribs are supposed to be securely in place. Okay. Not the best sign. But he’ll be okay. He can power through this. Dad didn’t mean to hurt him. He lost control a little bit, and Mac was in the way, as usual. You know what? He’ll apologize the next time he sees him. Yeah. He’ll say he’s sorry, and Dad will hug him and tell him it’s okay, and they’ll be father and son again. Maybe then they can go to the park and have a catch.

He pulls himself up, standing on a shaky legs and gripping his right side, where the bulge moves with each breath. He slides his feet into worn boots, grabs his wallet and keys, and sucks in a deep breath.

Outside, the sun is shining high in the sky. He breathes in the smell of freshly cut grass. He loves springtime, even if it does make Dennis’ allergies go totally insane. He loves how alive the earth feels. Maybe he can salvage today.

Maybe.

Mac walks to the bus stop and stands with his arms crossed, hand holding his side in place.

It takes fifteen minutes for the bus to come. By the time he gets on, sweat is beading on his temple and dripping from his hairline. The rest of his body feels like it’s slowly shutting down. He didn’t get home until six this morning, having got to work at noon the day before. He trudges to an open seat, watching as people stare at him like he’s a ghost or a demon dog or something. It’s probably his busted lip that they’re looking at. Or the dried blood on his chin. Either way, it’s pointless to stare.

“Mind your own business, bozos,” Mac mutters, nestling himself into a window seat.

The ride to UPenn typically doesn’t take long. It’s only, like, ten stops away. But today for some reason it takes forever, and Mac is so tired, and now his lip is starting to throb along with his side, where something is definitely dislocated. He sniffles and lays his head on the cool glass, letting his eyes flutter open and closed for what feels like an eternity.

Somehow he doesn’t miss his stop, which he’s grateful for. He can’t imagine turning around and going back home now.

The looming UPenn buildings look even more bigger than usual. Or maybe it’s just that he feels more smaller. He doesn’t know. All he knows is that Dennis understands how to make him feel better. Whenever he needs to escape, whenever he needs to get away from everything for a little while, he knows he can always go to Dennis, and he’ll be there. He’ll be there like he was when they shared blunts and cigarettes under the bleachers every single morning, lunch, and afternoon. He misses Dennis. He can’t wait for him to come home for the summer.

Mac ducks his head and trudges to Dennis’ dorm, narrowly avoiding making eye contact with anyone.

It’s 12:53 PM on a Wednesday, not his usual Saturday morning visit, when he knocks on the door to room 237.

The moment Dennis opens the door, Mac bursts into tears, hiding his face in his palms.

“What the hell happened to you?” Dennis asks.

Only his voice isn’t rough and oozing irritation – anger – like his dad’s.

No, Dennis’ voice is concerned and a little frantic.

Dennis ushers him inside, and Mac has never been more grateful for Dennis’ single suite than he is right now. Dennis guides Mac to his bed, and Mac hisses the moment he sits down, dropping his hands from his face in favor of grabbing his side instead. This makes the tears fall faster and harder, until he is fully sobbing. He pretends not to melt when he feels Dennis pull him close, allowing Mac to hide his snotty face in his neck. Mac hiccups and breathes in the smell of cinnamon and vanilla and Dennis.

And he could stay like this for the rest of his life.

If only his life were as simple as Dennis holding him.

“What happened?” Dennis whispers.

Mac splutters against warm skin. “H-He hates me…” he whispers.

“Who?”

“My d-dad.”

“Your dad? Is he the one who did this to you?”

Mac nods.

“He’s out of prison?”

Mac shrugs.

He hears Dennis sigh. “I’m gonna kick his fucking ass.”

Mac wants to laugh. Wants to throw his head back and cackle, but he doesn’t. Can’t. Isn’t sure he has the energy. But he does find it endearing – and sweet – that Dennis wants to take on his dad in a fight. Dennis may be a whole inch taller than him, but he’s half a foot shorter than his dad. Not to mention that Dennis is teeny tiny and his dad is crazy jacked.

“Are you okay?"

It’s a question that sucks the air out of his lungs.

Is he okay?

Is he okay?

“I…” his voice trails off. He sounds stuffed up. Everything hurts. “I dunno.”

“You need to lay down,” Dennis whispers. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can take a nap.”

Dennis gets to his feet, and Mac finds it hard to untangle himself from the comforting embrace. He lies down on the mattress – filled with all the blankets and pillows in the galaxy – and closes his eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” Dennis says, voice soft. “Here. Take these.”

He blearily opens his eyes. Sees Dennis standing there with a bottle of water and some pills. It takes all the effort in the world for him to prop up on his elbows. The water is cool on his throat.

“'s it?” he murmurs. He falls back against the pillows, wincing at the throb in his side.

“Tylenol.”

Then there’s something warm and wet dabbing his chin, carefully wiping away the dried blood. Something else touches his lip, and he hisses.

“Neosporin,” Dennis whispers. “Try not to lick it off.”

Mac nods.

And he wonders how he ended up here, being taken care of and feeling… wanted. Loved.

When he’s around Dennis, he can’t help but feel whole, like his place on this earth isn’t dictated by anyone or anything other than the two of them.

Dennis fusses around the dorm room. Mac listens to the pitter patter of his bare feet against the tile floor, half asleep. He hears a fan turn on. Feels it being pointed at him. Feels a comforter being draped over him. Mac nestles in, curling up the best he can.

Feels Dennis settling down beside him on the twin XL bed.

Feels Dennis wrapping an arm around his waist.

Feels Dennis’ warm breath on his neck.

Feels Dennis.

It’s enough.

It’s more than enough.

[deadlyflan]

I have many questions about the Flammable Lizard, but in relation to the ask meme-

Which canon character annoys your OC?

Who would your OC say is their best friend?

Did your OC bear witness to anyone’s full character arc?

Meet Sally!

(Yes, Sally the Salamander. I let my players name her in the RPG and the Leonardo player got to her before the Michelangelo player, so. Our Leo was a little basic, so the name's a little basic, but Sally doesn't mind.)

Sally was a bio-engineered mutant who started life as an animal. In addition to being bigger and brighter than the average salamander—about 3 foot long and about as smart as a search and rescue dog—Sally also produces a viscous layer of highly flammable ooze. Intended as an untraceable weapon of sabotage, Sally's Evil Handlers™ trained her to squeeze into walls, vents, duct work, gaps, crawlspaces, etc and smear her pyro-goo on as many surfaces as possible. After she infiltrated a place, the Evil Handlers™ could touch open flame to the slime trail and take out an entire complex. Sally herself is fireproof, cannot speak, eats meats and chemicals (any), and has a compressible cartilaginous skeleton that allows her to fit down any pipe 3 inches (7.5 cm) or bigger. Her mucus-y layer of arson-snot takes about 24 hours to regenerate. If she gets into any chemicals (like lighter fluid, cleaning products, charcoal briquettes, or fossil fuels,) she may re-ooze faster. Like a goopy, squishy, flaming golden retriever, she's eager to please and infinitely bribe-able with treats. (She loves mothballs.) In game, the TMNT needed to figure out why a pattern of laboratories, manufacturing sites, and science firms were all getting burned down in bizarre arson attacks. They did not manage to find Sally's Evil Handlers™, but they did find Sally. Specifically, Leo found Sally in a burned out building. And Sally was friendly. And not gloppy because she'd just had all her fire-smear burned off. And she was hungry and cold and… Yeah. He took her home. (Of course she got loose in Don's lab. Of course there was a fire scare. Of course Master Splinter isn't crazy about her. But she's just so darn cute! Kinda. In a bug-eyed, fleshy, loogie kinda way.)

YOUR QUESTIONS!!

Which canon character annoys your OC?

Sally is very frustrated by Donatello. He smells delicious, but won't let her nibble his hands. He has a whole room of delicious chemical treats, but he won't share. He's all the time scraping her for samples, but he never wants to play. He says discouraging things like, "No, Sally! Don't eat that! Leave that alone! You can't come in! Stop it! Where did you get that?! Are you oozing in here?!?!" All in all, he's a buzzkill.

Who would your OC say is their best friend?

Sally loves her whole new family. Way better than the Evil Handers™. Raphael gives her his used engine oil. (R: It's environmentally responsible! Need an oil change? Jus' give the old stuff to the lizard! D: That's not—no. Raph. Also, she's a salamander. Those are amphibi— R: Look, you want I should pour it down the drain? That's bad for the harbor! An' look'it her. She likes it.) Michelangelo also sneaks her all kinds of treats. (M: One pepperoni for me. One pepperoni for the pizza. One pepperoni for Sally. OH! I got a whole can full of cooking grease! You want the grease, baby girl? Do ya? Do ya? Spl: Michelangelo, oils may be unwise. M: She can handle it! Can't you girl? She just makes goo with it! Spl: We have yet to see what other waste she makes—giving an animal like Sally a laxative would be madness.) Even Donatello can be a good companion. He was the first to give her mothballs! She loves mothballs! (L: Is that safe? D: She's a self-ambulatory, compressible, industrial sabotage weapon. There's nothing safe about her. The mothballs keep her out of my chemical cabinet. L: I'll go get the fire extinguisher just in case.) But her best buddy, her ride-or-die, her new Not-Evil Handler™ is Leonardo. He gives clear instructions. He stays calm. He got her a giant glass aquarium to sleep in. He lets her into his room (unlike the other three who are scared she'll eat/ignite/slime some precious collectible or reading material.) He gives nice neck rubs. He does all her 'controlled burns.' And most fun of all, he gives her games! Challenging stuff like "find the bottle cap" or "obstacle course" or "hide and seek tag." Sally's not a human-level intelligence mutant, but she's not a sleepy house pet either. She deeply appreciates Leonardo's interest in her enrichment.

Did your OC bear witness to anyone’s full character arc?

The RPG that included Sally did not go on long enough to call it a 'full' character arc. And Sally herself, being 'clever-dog' levels of smart wouldn't have really grokked what she was seeing anyways. But the Leonardo at the beginning of game was pretty stressed and troubled. Over the span of having Sally in sessions, Leonardo did relax more, play more, and tease more casually. He was responding very well to having a pet and Sally was in love with having a Not-Evil Handler™. So yeah, I'd say there was character development.

Thank you so much for sending me questions, @the-starry-seas! I had a lot of fun with this. Happy New Year! <3

[capitalisticveins]

Unempowered Boys Headcanons (Ft Vega, Wampus, Aggro, and Cutie)

Took a bit longer than I thought but I’m still happy with how it turned out

Also I have like 1 personal headcanon that might be based on gender? If you look at it that way? I didn’t want to include it but I did so, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable

PS: Erik refers to Ollie’s listener as “Babe” in March Redactedness, so I did that here too. They’re not to be confused with “Baaabe” (Asher’s listener)

- Guy puts milk before cereal solely to piss off Honey

- Ollie and Babe have matching cat pajamas

- Geordi was a short distance runner for his high school track team. He quit after 3 weeks

- Flyboi! Baby tried to reconnect with Ivan when he was still influenced by Vega, but couldn’t find anything about him online. His number was gone, and so was all of his social media..

- Aaron worked at Walmart for 1 year before quitting on the spot without a 2-week notice

- Geordi was invited to a party in his high school year by Ben. He thinks of it as “one of the most depressing parties I’ve ever been to” in his words

- Ollie would vent to Wampus about his crush on Babe for 2 years before confessing. Wampus was asleep whenever this happened

- Honey was an honor roll student and a part of the college varsity team.

- Guy worked at Max’s Rustic Pizza to afford his tuition, with added bonus money from his parents whenever his paychecks weren’t enough

- Geordi’s only gone to 4 parties, 2 of which were birthday parties in elementary school

- Smartass used to pretend something smelled bad whenever Aaron walked past their cubicle, nothing pissed him off more than when they did that

- Ivan plays Stardew Valley

- Either Geordi and Cutie are the same height, or Cutie is taller by 2+ inches

- Wampus leaves the house through the window whenever neither Babe nor Ollie are home, and gets into another couple’s house and loafs with their cat, or fight them, it’s never clear

- Flyboi! Baby only plays Minecraft on peaceful mode and on 24 hour daylight. It’s too intense to play any other way

- When Cutie first told Geordi they were a telepath, he would put an aluminum foil on his head for a week whenever he wanted 100% privacy. Cutie found it adorable for the wrong reason

- Smartass forgot some stuff on their desk when they quit (a plant, some pictures, post-its, etc), Aaron keeps them on his desk.

- Honey would tutor other students whenever they could.

- Geordi hates FNAF

- Ivan starts getting headaches whenever he sees something about Vesta Distribution online, but he doesn’t know what’s causing it

- Sadism’s Hold! Baby works in Smartass’ old position at Vesta now

- Guy realized Honey was a tutor, and suddenly started being terrible at his English classes. He was assigned to be tutored by Honey, and started silently upper cutting the air when he was told this

- Ollie played Uno once as a teenager. Never again.

- Smartass would demolish Aaron at Monopoly

- Cutie absolutely ADORES Pitbulls

- Babe has 3 pet hamsters that has continuously tried to kill themselves and each other

- Guy proposed the idea of being roommates a few months before Honey finished their final semester, he was scared that when they graduated, they’d drift apart

- When he still had Sadism’s Hold! Baby in captivity, Ivan would want to see if Flyboi! Baby responded to his voicemail, but Vega’s control on him was too much, and he’d forget

- Aaron was one of those kids that would hold 3 chairs to show off to the class in the 2nd grade

- (Personal headcanon) Cutie did cheerleading in high school

- Sadism’s Hold! Baby would rather die than own a pet, commitment isn’t their strong suit, at all.

- Geordi wears dorky glasses, Cutie sometimes steals them and wears it themselves, and then gets a headache

- Guy and Honey went through 5 roommates before just moving in with each other, they only liked 1, but that one moved out.

Taglist: @frenchiefitzhere

[eva-knits12]

Lazy Sunday with Johnny Storm

Trigger Warning: Just fluff, brief lovemaking scene, baby kicking.

Summary: You and your fiancee, Johnny Storm spend a lazy Sunday together.

"Mmmm, fire stud. Don't stop," you say, as Johnny is making love to you slowly this morning.

Your growing bump is no match for Johnny. In fact, this is a nice, Sunday morning. The weather is perfect, you two are making love as the sun is rising, Eventually, you two will have round two while you two are showering together.

"Mmm, cupcake," moans Johnny as he's moving inside you.

Eventually, you let go, and Johnny follows. It's beautiful and amazing. Johnny was so focused on your pleasure and your needs. He was still inside you, and you pull Johnny down for a beautiful, loving, and passionate kiss.

Eventually, Johnny places his hand on your bump, feeling his son move. He feels a little thump against his hand.

"What was that?" asks Johnny, excitement and curiosity filling his eyes.

"I think Jake just kicked," you respond. You replace your hand where Johnny's was, and can't wait to feel Jake kick again.

Johnny then kisses your bump where Jake just kicked. Johnny tells you to lie there, and grabs the camera, and little Dry Erase Board. Johnny quickly writes the stats of the day, and includes "I just kicked for the first time!" Johnny hands me the Dry Erase board, you hold it in front of your bump. You're lying in bed, naked, Every day, Johnny takes a photo of you naked, and writes the stats of your pregnancy on the little Dry Erase board, including the weeks and the days.

"I'm 24 weeks and five days along now. I just kicked for the first time! Mommy's craving cheeseburgers with bacon, fries, fudge, ice cream, chocolate donuts, supreme pizza, and omelets with cheese, sausage, ham, and veggies."

You just feel beautiful. You're pregnant with your fiancee's baby, your lying on the bed, naked, and after the photo, Johnny is kissing every inch of your bump, every stretch mark, and is even talking to your bump. This is just so cozy, so fluffy, and so intimate. Johnny and you were reading What to Expect when You're Expecting.

''Hey, champ. I love you and your mom so much," says Johnny.

Johnny read that talking to your unborn son was a great way to help him and Jake bond. You talk to your unborn son, too. You tell Jake how beautiful it is in the morning, you go out everyday to your garden, and tell him about the flowers, the grass, the birds, and the sky. You're rubbing your bump, standing in the window, naked, talking to your bump. Johnny also read that babies pick up on their daddies voices first, since daddy's voice is low pitched.

"Mom and dad love to express their love for each other every day when the sun starts to rise," you talk to your bump.

"That was how you created, Jake," you say. rubbing your bump.

"This is a cardinal. When a cardinal comes, it means that someone from heaven has come to visit. This is your Nana, and the other cardinal is your Papa. They passed WAY before you were even conceived," you tell your bump. You're also rubbing your bump, and gently stroking it, when Jake kicks again.

"Champ, Mommy loves this garden. She loves the birds. I love your mom so much, I'm glad I chose her to be my wife and I'm glad I chose her to be your mom", say Johnny.

Johnny gives you a loving kiss.

Your stroking Johnny's hair lovingly, and you're tearing up. It was mostly from the hormones, yet Johnny meant every single word of this. Johnny is still kissing your bump.

Johnny gathers everything, including your maternity leggings and one of his huge t-shirts, and he gather's his gym shorts, one of his baggy t-shirts, your maternity underwear and his boxer briefs and puts them in the bathroom. You and Johnny go into the bathroom, walking into the shower. You're holding hands, and then go into the stall.

Showering with Johnny is so intimate and cozy. It's beautiful, and when Johnny puts your 2-in-1 shampoo in your hair, he's holding your bump, and kissing your shoulder. Eventually, you pull him down for a loving and passionate kiss, and you two make love in the shower.

After your shower, Johnny and you dress. Johnny lies on the bed, and reads some of the book. You set up your yoga mat near the window, and turn on your laptop. You start to do your prenatal yoga routine. After you're done, Johnny takes a picture of you sitting on the mat, bump on display, and your hair pulled back.

"You look so beautiful right now," says Johnny.

You're lips crash onto Johnny's. You know he's right. You've never felt more beautiful because you're carrying you're and Jonny's first child.

You return back to bed, and Johnny gets up, and makes you an omelet with the sausage, ham, veggies and cheese. You have a bagel with butter on the side. Johnny just has eggs and a bagel with butter on the side.

Johnny delivers the breakfast on the tray. You have orange juice and some decaf coffee. Johnny just has regular coffee.

"Thanks, fire stud. Mmm, this is perfect," you say, complimenting Johnny's cooking.

"Anything for the mother of our baby," says Johnny.

"I love you so much, Johnny," you say.

You and Johnny eat, and eventually Johnny takes the tray back to the kitchen. You fall asleep again, and Johnny sees the site. He crawls next to you, covers you with the covers, kisses your forehead, and he sits and reads again. Right now, it's about being lazy, and getting plenty of rest before the baby comes.

Today was Sunday, so being lazy was a great way to spend the day today.

You and Johnny just snuggle in bed for a bit before you fall asleep. Johnny wraps his arms around, brings you to his chest, kisses your forehead, and just watches you sleep.

Lunch was just grilled cheese sandwiches and chocolate chip cookies. In between, Johnny was getting you what you were craving the most.

You read for a bit, then fall asleep again. Johnny watches you sleep for the entire day, and he even naps next to you. You and Johnny need more days like this before Jacob Allen is born.

Dinner is pizza that Johnny ordered. He got your go-to toppings, and Johnny even got that stromboli that he LOVES. You ate the pizza, and then you go brush your teeth and wash your face. Johnny brushes his teeth.

You're lying in bed, falling asleep again.

"Good night, Jacob," says Johnny, kissing your bump after he's done talking to your bump.

"Good night, Jacob," you say, rubbing your bump.

You and Johnny fall asleep, you snuggle deep in Johnny's chest. You won't wake for a while, not until Jake sits on your bladder. You're grateful for every day. You're so grateful for Johnny, and you're grateful that Johnny's sperm met your egg, creating Jake.

[fabuloustrash05]

How do you think Mona’s relationship is with Raph’s family + Casey and April?

She really only interacted with Raph from what I remember and that’s a crime, she deserved more from the writers. Splinter showing her embarrassing baby photos of Raphael is everything to me💅

Yes! I've been wanting to talk about this! I really wish the show had Mona interact with more characters. The only people she truly has a dynamic/relationship with is Raph, Sal Commander and maybe Lord Dregg (but very little). Wasted potential for her character, so I'm gonna fix that! Here we go!

Leo & Mona Lisa

Leo took the longest for him and Mona to really form a bond/friendship. Leo tends to have a hard time trusting people Raph's close with (Slash & Casey) and even longer to warm up to them. Leo was grateful for Mona, she has helped him and his brothers numerous times, they both respect each other as skilled fighters and have a mutual respect towards each other, but that was it for the longest time. It wasn't until one night when Mona came to the lair to visit Raph she ran into Leo instead. He tells her Raph is out and won't be back till later so Mona decides to stay at the lair and wait. Leo is about to watch a 24 hour Spaceheroes marathon, and not wanting to leave Mona bored and alone, he offers for her to join him and watch his favorite show. Few hours later, Raph comes home to find his brother and girlfriend sitting together wearing Spaceheroes merch, sitting inches away from the TV, watching in a amazement as they fanboy/girl over Captain Ryan. Raph realizes in horror that Leo has turned his girlfriend into a Space-Nick. The two now are really close and 80% of the things they talk about together are Spaceheroes and other sci-fi shows Leo has gotten her into, and other times they spar together and share sword fighting tips and tricks.

Donnie & Mona Lisa

Similar to Leo, Donnie took a while to really bond with Mona, but he and Mona were more quick to find something in common. She's more than just her strength, she's intelligent and handy too. There have been times Mona had to work on/repair many Salamandrian ships by herself when they were down and her and her commander were off planet. Donnie also really enjoys talking to Mona about intergalactic sciences, and Mona often shows and lets him borrow her old tech and gear for him to study and analyze, helping him improve his work and knowledge of many scientific fields. Out of all the brothers, Mona and Donnie have the most mature relationship/dynamic, if that makes sense. Sometimes they like to share a cup of coffee and catch up and chat about the latest stuff going on in their lives. I also like to think in the future Donnie is Mona's go to for medical treatment/her baby doctor when her and Raph start having a family. He also becomes their kid's personal tutor.

Mikey & Mona Lisa

Mikey is quick to befriend anyone he meets, so of course he and Mona quickly form a friendship. Mona, just like many others, adores Mikey and he feels the same. Mikey reminds Mona of all the Salamandrian children back on her home planet and she admires how positive and carefree he can be despite all the challenges he has faced in his life. Mona also really loves Mikey's cooking (I HC that Salamandrian appetites are similar to Saiyans from Dragon Ball Z,) and she will eat almost anything he makes, and Mikey wants to introduce her to all Earth's food, especially pizza. I imagine one day Mikey finds out Mona is unaffected by spicy foods (another HC of mine) so he just decides to make as many spicy foods as he can to see if he'll get any reaction out of her. Spoilers: he didn't. Mikey also likes how happy Mona makes his brother, cause out of everyone Mikey knows how grumpy Raph used to be before Mona entered his life. Now, whenever Raph is angry or Mikey wants his big bro to do something for him, Mikey just pulls the "Mona-Card". Mikey is also a big time RaMona shipper and always likes to mess with Raph when it comes to Mona, whether that's embarrassing him by telling Mona stories about Raph from past missions/their childhood or telling her about "the bug incident".

April & Mona Lisa

These two would be BFFs and you can't change my mind on this!! Think about it: April's first real best friend turned out to be a lie, being only a Kraang bot used to get to her and the Turtles. For Mona, she grew up in the military (my HC), there's no time for silly childish games and making friends, only war. April would start trying to form a friendship with Mona by using the "we're both aliens" conversation starter, which Mona thought was a sweet gesture of trying to make her feel more at home when she first started living on Earth. Eventually Mona began to ask April for dating advice and help her get ready for dates with Raph. Because of this, the two form a strong bond and become basically like sisters. Always chatting, hanging out, sometimes even training together. Two become emotional support for each other and help each other grow and improve in their fighting and skills. April is the spunky upbeat friend, while Mona is the blunt badass ("Someone will die" "Of fun!"). Also, April always tries to get a piggyback ride from Mona, because she's tall and April is small. It's cute.

Casey & Mona Lisa

This one was kinda tricky, but I imagine Casey and Mona's dynamic would be something similar to Joey and Monica from Friends. The best friend and the girlfriend team up to annoy the shit out of the boyfriend and mess with him over little things he does. April is the good influence on Mona, while Casey is the bad influence. Casey is probably the one who taught/convinced Mona to curse and is most likely the one to make the dirty jokes when he sees Raph and Mona together. He's a wingman at heart, gotta help his bro. Also, out of everyone, Casey is the only one not disturbed when Mona talks about her traumatizing violent and bloody war stories. Casey thinks they are "so metal!!"

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What's Deku like when he gets jealous?

Prelude - This is just an excuse for me to write subby(-ish), angry baby boy with a mommy kink, sorry. Want to put a little reminder here that this is fiction, and it’s depicting a bad relationship

Seriously you guys, I feel like I need to reiterate that a relationship like this isn’t healthy. Your partner should not cling to you 24/7, they should not try and manipulate your feelings. They can communicate their feelings in such a way (Baby, I’m feeling a little lonely right now, would you be up for some cuddling?) that doesn’t force you into rushing to assure them that you still love them because otherwise they’ll have a complete breakdown. I feel like this fic is an example of some unhealthy codependency stuff. I don’t condone this stuff, it’s not good, it’s very unhealthy. 

Pls, pls, if you feel like your relationship might be bordering into something where you feel pressured to cater to your partner in ways you’re uncomfortable with out of fear that they’ll have a breakdown, talk to someone. Anyone. A therapist, a friend, a trusted adult, anyone. This is fiction, and it isn’t healthy, nor good

Pairing - Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Warnings - NSFW, unhealthy relationship, dubcon, co-dependency. 

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/2hfoyc7ve6xM4ZEiNIiU1B?si=w7PXedqHQPqUFPQTDcEYuA

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Needy

When Izuku sees another man talking to his girlfriend (it could be anyone, a store clerk, your coworker, the guy delivering pizza, your brother for christsake) he gets so incredibly needy. 

Pulling at your clothes, whining when you have to leave for work in the morning, clinging to you like a child and refusing to let go.

He makes you late for work sometimes, working himself up when he wakes up in bed to find you getting ready in the bathroom, stumbling to your side and draping his arms around you before begging you not to leave. Acts like a petulant baby while you try to make coffee, grabbing your mug and putting it somewhere out of reach with a frown (if you can’t make coffee, you can’t leave. he knows that’s not how it works but he doesn’t want you to go, Izuku’s willing to try anything to get you to stay), his eyes so hurt and upset when all you do is huff and grab another mug from the cupboard.

Izuku holds you too close when he gets jealous, almost crushing you in his grip when he comes up and hugs you while you’re paying the delivery guy, glaring over your shoulder to make it clear that you’re his. When you’re talking to your brother, Izuku clings to your hand, pulls you into his lap, tries to touch (sometimes inappropriately) so much that you find yourself annoyed with him, batting him away so you can have a conversation with your brother.

And that hurts Izuku even more, feeds the flames of his jealousy until they’re an all-consuming fire of bitterness and insecurity.

The man is sure to swing by your office on his lunch breaks, bringing you your favorite foods to show you how good he is to you, even sitting and eating with you like a good boyfriend. He makes sure to be overly affectionate, holding up his chopsticks to your mouth, cooing at you to open so he can feed you, giving you a peck on this lips after you take a bite. If he finishes his own food before you do, Izuku spends the rest of lunch kissing at your neck, occasionally stopping to rest his head against your shoulder like a sleepy toddler. 

One time, your coworker had passed by the break room, and made eye contact with you while Izuku was trying to suck at your neck with his arms wrapped around your shoulders. It made you blush so hard, and you couldn’t talk to that coworker for at least a week. Obviously, that’s always Izuku’s goal with such overt PDA whenever he stops by your office.

It’s hard not to get short with him, shrug him off or let you irritation show in your voice when you tell him to give you some space. Izuku takes that personally, somehow wiggles himself even closer while pouting and trying to make excuses for why he needs to be in your space.

When you do snap, raising your voice a bit at your boyfriend and telling him you’d like to watch the movie alone, Izuku rears back from your body, eyes wide and breathing hard, as if you’d physically struck him. You don’t feel guilty though, he’s been hounding you all week, never giving you room to breathe, initiating sex every single night just so you can feed his craving for your touch.

He leaves the bedroom, sulks off to the living room with his tail between his legs, letting you finally take a breath.

You only finish an episode or two before his back, clutching at his sleeves, tears in his eyes, sniffling and looking so small. He’s past 6′, a full grown man, and yet he’s shrinking in on himself so much that he looks far shorter than you.

“Are you mad at me?” 

And of course you aren’t, not really. But you’re a full grown adult, and it’s not healthy for Izuku to be so dependent on you, so clingy and needy and possessive.

“I’m not mad Izuku, I just wanted some space.” You sigh.

“You’re ignoring me.” And his tears hit full force, bubbling over and running down his cheeks, and your heart drops.

He’s manipulating you, always does. You’re not stupid, you know this isn’t a good relationship - Izuku’s dependent and jealous of anyone who isn’t him, and you enable that behavior, don’t do enough to curb it. But he’s a full grown man, you aren’t his mom. 

Izuku doesn’t agree.

“’M sorry mommy, I just want to be close to you... please don’t make me leave.” And he looks so pathetic, so desolate standing there in the doorway, cheeks wet and red from crying.

A beat passes while you war with yourself.

But you can’t ever seem to uphold your own boundaries.

“C’mere, it’s okay.”

And he’s by your side in a flash, climbing onto the bed, face-planting into your chest, his hands desperately petting at your neck and hair as if he’s trying to soothe himself. It’s an awkward position, but it’s one that he’s comfortable with. you know trying to encourage him to put his face anywhere else would result in a giant fit.

He’s crying heavily, tears soaking your shirt, mumbling about how he’s sorry, how he needs you, how you’re making him sad and feel so unloved.

You feel a little bit guilty, even though you know you shouldn’t 

Stroking his hair, you making shushing sounds, trying to calm him. “Shhh shhh shh, it’s okay Izu. I love you, you’re okay.”

“But I’m not!” He cries, head lifting, fixing you with a pouty glare. His eyes are puffy and red, he’s biting his lip, and he looks like a man again, angry at you. “You’re getting tired of me and you don’t want to date me anymore.” Izuku’s lip wobbles, and then he’s burying his face back into your chest unhappily.

“Izu... no baby...” You start. “I love you so much, I’m not breaking up with you.”

Although, maybe you should. 

The man shakes his head, and you want to huff at his childish display, but you know he’s sensitive, know he’s a bit more emotional than most, always has been.

“You don’t love me. You keep talking to other guys, and you won’t spend time with me anymore. You don’t even want to have sex with me, I know you don’t, I can tell.” He accuses.

That’s not the truth at all, and part of you knows it. He’s good at fucking you, knows how to play your body like the most treasured instrument. Izuku’s so enthusiastic, so eager to please, going down on you with determination to make you writhe and scream on his tongue. When you pull him away, he’s blushing, panting, almost dizzy from the rush of making you cum.. 

“Tell me it feels good. Did I do it right? Did I make you cum?” and you’re nodding your head, pussy still pulsing lazily from the aftershocks.

He always grinds himself against the bed, and it must feel good because by the time he pushes inside, he’s barely able to stop himself from cumming at the oversensitive squeeze of your cunt.

But he always makes sure to make you cum one last time before he finds his own release.

And it’s not true that you won’t spend time with him, or that you’re always talking to other guys. You hardly talk to anyone anymore, Izuku even finding problems with your female friends (”They aren’t good for you, I bet they’re talking about you behind your back. I mean, look how easily they talk about that one girl when she's not hanging out with you all.”)

“Izuku, you’re being a dumb baby, get up here.” Sometimes the only way to shut up his insecurities is to take control, so you do. Tugging on his hair until he pushes upward, you find his mouth, kissing him deep.

When you pull away, eyes closed, lips warm from how intently Izuku kissed you back, you can feel your boyfriend hovering, mere inches away from your face.

“Show me you love me. I want.... I want you to show me mommy. Make me feel loved, please?”

Ah, so that’s how he wants you.

When he gets angry, upset with you, Izuku resorts to name calling. not the vicious, cruel, bullying kind. No, he calls you mommy, expects you to take care of him, make him feel good and shower him in love ‘til he cries, until he doesn’t have to doubt you.

You always do whenever he calls you mommy. There’s an underlying threat whenever he insists on the dynamic, a simmering malice that you can barely pick up on. A little bit of you is... almost afraid. But if you’re quick to adapt to the role he wants you to play, as you always are, nothing comes of that hint of hostility hiding beneath his cry-baby cover-up.

“Turn over then baby.” You tell him, pushing at his chest.

He does so easily, watching with wide eyes as you rise to your knees, beginning to strip seductively, starting with your shirt.

“Keep your eyes on mommy, want you to watch.”

“Okay.” He breathes, a hand falling to his crotch, squeezing at the quickly-developing bulge there.

You allow it for now, more focused on swinging your hips, bringing your shirt over your head sexily, letting it mess up your hair as you tug it off before throwing it off the bed. 

Shimmying your bottoms down, you leave your panties on, shifting to lean against one hip to pull your bottoms the rest of the way off, pointing your toes as you bring them past your feet.

Izuku’s eyes follow the garment, before flicking back to your panties.

They’re nothing special, just simple cotton underwear that keeps you covered, but Izuku thinks you look hot in everything, anything.

“Mommy... want you bad. ‘M hard, please-please fix it.” He whines, bucking his hips up into his hand.

You swat at his hand, and he yelps a little before looking at you with confusion.

“No touching, only mommy gets to do that.”

Izuku nods so quickly his neck pops, which makes you smile a bit. When he’s not being needy or clingy, he’s cute. It’s what drew you to him in the first place, what reeled you in.

You start by running a hand over his clothed chest, dragging fingertips over his nipples, watching as your boyfriend puts his hands above his head and lays back, eyes fixed on you.

Hands hook around the waistband of his sweatpants, beginning to slowly drag them off his body. You press them down hard over his bulge, and your boyfriend stutters out a breath.

His shirt gets pushed up to his face, where you hold it above his mouth.

“Open up baby boy.”

He opens his mouth, and you stuff the hem in, telling him to bite down. He does.

You duck down a bit to lick at his chest, laving over his nipples with the flat of your tongue just to feel the man jump a little, arching his back to press his chest further into your mouth.

But you were only here to tease, so you pulled away , running a hand down his abdomen so you could trace a finger up his hard cock.

It was easy to get him worked up, tapping two fingers against his shaft, lightly giving his balls a squeeze, scratching at his thighs with your nails.

Izuku was getting his shirt wet, whining around the fabric, bucking his hips into you touch, trying to entice you to stroke his entire shaft instead of teasing.

You quickly put a stop to that with a hand pressing down against his hipbone, pinching the skin there to make it clear that you didn’t want him to move.

Teasing a bit more, you leaned down, blowing cool air across the tip of his cock to watch the man jump, eyes flying open at the sensation. When you did it again, following the movement with attaching your mouth around the head and suckling, Izuku’s eyes rolled back in his head, toes curling.

He was moaning behind his shirt, trying to say something, but you were too preoccupied with digging your tongue into the slit, slurping at his cock like it was a piece of candy.

Your hand finally closed around his length, giving him a light, quick stroke before letting go, popping your mouth off his cock to lick at the sides, closing your mouth over the tender, barely-there veins and giving them a quick suck.

Izuku choked out a loud moan, and you looked up to find him staring at you, pupils dilated, breathing hard through his nose.

He was wanting you to hurry up.

Even though you were supposed to be in charge right now, Izuku still held the power.

You gripped his shaft again, rubbing the velvety skin between your fingers and palm, before slowly beginning to jerk him off. It was too dry, too rough though, and you know Izuku wasn't fond of that, so you stopped a moment to gather spit in your mouth.

“Izu, watch baby.” You told him, making sure he was looking down at you before you opened your mouth, letting your saliva slowly drool out and onto his cock.

The man looked like he was going to burst.

You did that a couple more times, telling your boyfriend to watch each time.

Now thoroughly wet, you gripped him tight again, resuming your leisurely pace.

“Izu baby, if you want to cum you gotta ask.” You say gently, hand speeding up around his length.

Izuku groans, throwing his head back onto the pillows, letting the wet hem of his shirt fall from his mouth. “Can I... can I cum mommy? Please? I-I need to cum.”

You stay quiet, wanting to push him a little more, hand barely moving around his cock, but your grip tight and slick.

His face is all red now, the tears from earlier dry on his cheeks. “Oh mommy, please let me cum, you feel so good. ‘M so clo-se! Please, please-”

Twisting your hand around the tip before letting go, you watch his cock bob, twitching, so red and hot. The veins on the underside are pulsing, Izuku’s balls drawing up, his stomach tensing as he struggle to hold back, struggles to be a good boy.

You know he loves this - loves when you make him wait, when you make him beg.

“You don’t sound like you really want it ‘Zuzu, I don’t know if I should let you.” You’d learned over time what he wanted when he got like this, what you were supposed to do to make him happy.

Izuku wanted you to be a bit mean, to tease and tease and not let him cum.

He let out a wail, squirming against the sheets, hands still obediently above his head, although they opened and closed shakily as if he wanted to grab onto something, probably you.

“No, ohhh, mommy I do, I want it s’bad!

Shaking your head makes Izuku whine, his hips thrusting into the air desperately before they stilled.

“Please... You make me feel so-so good mommy. I love you so much. just wanna cum...”

And his voice sounds so broken, all raspy and breathless, so you relent.

You strip his cock hard and fast, the wet sound of your hand around his length clicking around the room as Izuku almost screams at the sudden stimulation.

He jerks against the bed, thrusts up into your hand, you watch his abdomen ripple and his thighs tense and-

You let go of his cock right as he starts to cum, and Izuku lets out a wounded cry. His hands fly to his aching cock to rub himself through his orgasm, ease the tingling and the throbbing as his cock jerks, but you’re faster. His wrists are grabbed, and you pull them to your chest, ignoring the eyes looking at you pleadingly. Your own eyes are focused on his cock, globs of cum oozing out of the tip, running down the sides, his cock twitching and moving as if it had a life of it’s own.

“MOmmy no!” The man cries, but it’s useless now, his orgasm’s already been ruined.

“Shh ‘Zuzu, you’re okay. Mommy loves you.” You soothe, moving to his side so you can give him an awkward hug, his hands flying to clutch at you as soon as you let go of them/

“Mm, love you, love you mommy. Love you so much.” He sniffs, his hands pulling you to him so tight that you almost lose your balance.

You give him a pat on the shoulder, before trying to pull away, stopped by his firm grip. “Baby, let mommy go so I can take care of you.”

The man sniffs once more, pressing himself to you tightly with a wet kiss to your neck before relenting, letting you sit up.

A timid smile graced your lips as you shuffled down again, attention back on his cock. 

It was even wetter now, cum barely dribbling out the tip, some of it on your boyfriend’s lower tummy, some of it slipping to his balls. His legs were spread, and you’d be surprised if some of the whiteish liquid hadn’t dripped down his taint.

Gently, you started rubbing his thighs, soft little circles meant to soothe and calm. 

You spent a fair amount of time doing that, ten minutes, fifteen, then twenty, laying your head on Izuku’s knee as you lost yourself to the mechanical movement.

But then his leg jerked, shaking you to the present and out of your thoughts.

His cock was hard again.

He was looking down at you with big, expectant eyes, watching your every move like a cat watching a mouse. You were supposed to be in charge, but you never truly felt like it. 

“Pretty boy... you’re so pretty, know that?” You cooed, reaching up to start sliding your hand along his length, the texture slick and somewhat sticky.

Izuku moaned. “Not-not as pretty as mommy... You’re the prettiest. Love you...” He trailed off, obviously wanting you to say it back.

“I love you too Izuku.” And then it was back to teasing, rubbing at his cock before gripping him tightly, squeezing at the base, playing with his balls, fondling the soft skin.

He was getting impatient.

“Mommy, I wanna fuck you.” Izuku whined, his eyes tearing up, already shuffling so he could sit up.

You were tired, but you figured that he might as well. Telling him no might lead to a big fight, and you’d be back where you started, Izuku accusing you of the unforgivable offense of no longer loving him.

Nodding, you let go of his cock.

Within seconds, you were on your back, your boyfriend pushing and pulling at your limbs until they were where he wanted them.

“Oh, look at mommy, look at this.” the man sighed, pulling your panties to the side to reveal your slit, already glistening. “All for me, right? Just me?”

“Mm-hm.” You reassured him, jolting a bit as his fingers started to slide against your folds, before rushing to dip one inside.

He was often too eager with this stage, wanting to fuck you now. But you endured, wincing a bit at the slight sting as he began pushing in and out, dipping down to mouth at your neck.

Green curls tickled your skin, and you latched onto them, tugging a bit when he pushed another finger inside, impatient.

“Sorry, I just-just wanna feel-wanna fuck you, you’re.... I love you.”

He couldn’t stop himself from telling you every other second, adding a third finger, scissoring them inside you a bit too fast for it to be comfortable.

But then they were gone, and he was lining himself up.

“Be gentle-be gentle-!” You cautioned, words cut off with a small gasp as he pushed inside, only half listening.

He was average, definitely not the biggest you’d ever taken, but thick enough to have your eyes fluttering shut with each rock of his hips against your body. 

You still had your hands buried in his curls, Izuku lifting his head so he could kiss you on the mouth, wet and warm and hungry for every ounce of affection he could pull from you.

It didn’t take long for him to find his rhythm, thankfully not hammering into you, just thrusting quick and short, barely pulling out before seating himself balls deep again.

And it took even less time for him to start moaning about his impending release.

“Mommy, fuck, you feel amazing, I’m so close.”

You were on the pill, but Izuku knew how much you didn’t like him cumming inside. It felt weird, and you hated the cleanup, and it was just a general mess you’d rather avoid.

“Izu...oh pull-pull out baby, don’t cum inside mommy.”

His eyes fix you with a stern glare, as stern as he can manage after being teased and having his orgasm ruined and teased again until he cried. But then he softened, burying his face into your neck, whining quietly.

“No, no, nuh-uh mommy-y, wanna-wanna cum inside. I wanna cum inside mommy, I’m-I’m gonna cum inside mommy.”

His thrusts faltered, becoming jerky and quick and entirely focused on his own pleasure as little moans and gasps punched out of his throat. “Wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum-!” He cried, humping against you like an inexperienced virgin.

His load gushed into you like a flood, and you barely thought to wince before you were bumming yourself, limbs twitching erratically as you rode out the waves burning through your body.

It takes you a few minutes to come down, Izuku’s bigger body draped across your form as he tried to even out his breathing, gulping in air as if he’d just finished a marathon.

You felt irritated at him, that he had cum inside, at how he always bulldozed past what you wanted. 

A small part of you knew that this wasn’t.... it wasn’t okay. He was breaking your boundaries, and the unending reliance and worship made it hard for you to tell him no.

It felt good though, having someone tell you that you’re the reason that they woke up every morning. That they couldn’t live without you, how you were their everything, their one and only. He lifted you up, praised you and made you feel wanted and needed.

Your relationship was a pot of water being brought to a boil. You knew it was happening, you knew it wasn’t good, but the water felt warm. The sting of it’s heat was welcome for now, even though you knew that it would end in nothing good.

Even if you wanted to get out, how would you? Izuku kept such a tight grip on you, even now, his arms holding you close, his bodyweight crushing you.

He was just so needy.

And you were willing to give.

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Amoreena | Chapter fifteen

Chapter 15: stand-alone honeymoon smut**

Chapter Summary/Warnings: spencer's overwhelmed from the day, so is y/n but it's their honeymoon after all... going speechless from anxiety, dom reader vibes, sub spencer, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink, breeding kink if you squint, gentle sex, then rough sex, it's a wild ride y'all

word count: 1.5k

from the beginning <3

They’re laying on a blanket as they look up at the stars, silently. His thumb gliding over her hand as he holds it, he’s had such a long and eventful day that he doesn’t know how to speak anymore. They’ve just been cuddling outside and eating homemade pizza in complete silence and a part of Spencer feels like an asshole for not talking to her, but it doesn’t look like she wants to talk to him either.

She’s perfectly content with just being close to him.

She rolls onto her side, hand still in his as she looks at him softly, “bedtime?”

“Sleep?” He raises his eyebrows and she knows what he means.

“both,” she smiles.

It’s so simple with her that he knows it's true love.

They sneak back inside quietly, it’s a little after 1 now and not a creature was stirring, not even the cats. They tiptoed down the hall towards their room, closing the door softly before flicking the light on.

She tugs her sweater over her head, tossing it to the floor before kicking her sweatpants off and sliding into the bed. Spencer copies her movements, turning off the lights before settling in beside her. It’s pitch black in the room at first, but then as their eyes adjust; the moon is at the perfect height that it shines through the window behind them, illuminating his bride.

“Are we going to talk and cry before or after we have sex?” She teases him as she turns to face him, “we cried before the first time, after the second and after the third, and I think I rather cry beforehand this time.”

He finally laughs, he’s so tired and in love, he’s no longer stressed or worried. He just loves her, she’s so incredibly perfect he doesn’t know what to say, “I don’t want to talk, I just want to love you.”

She laughs as the tears slip out of her eyes, “sorry, it’s been such a long day, I feel like it’s been 3 back to back.”

“I do too,” he agrees, both of them on their sides as they snuggle in closer and closer until their chests are pressed together and their legs are tangled.

She kisses him gently, “I had a wonderful day. I married you, we met Taylor fucking Swift, I flew in an airplane for the first time ever! The food was amazing and we brought home another little girl to love forever. What else could I ever need?”

He kisses the side of her mouth as she’s speaking, and then her chin and all the way down her neck until she’s rolling onto her back and pulling him on top for more, “making it even better I see,” she teases him, letting him stay silent if that’s what he needs.

She made him so incredibly calm, taking control of the situation, like always. She runs her fingers through his hair as he makes his way down her stomach and the kisses don’t stop. He’s showing her just how much he truly loves every inch of her.

It’s when he slips her underwear off and starts to eat her out that she’s talking to him once more, “daddy sure does like it down there, doesn’t he?”

He nods with his tongue still flat against her clit, making her gasp at the feeling, “what’s your favourite part?”

He slides his tongue right inside of her as she tightens around it with a quick gasp before regaining her composure, “hmm, I don’t think I know what you mean?” She’s egging him on, trying to get him to fuck her tonight.

One of his hands is still resting on her hip, she takes it and brings it to her mouth. Sucking on two of his fingers before returning his hand to him and he knows exactly what to do. Starting with one finger, he resumes the same movements on her clit with his tongue while he pumps in and out of her.

He knows she wants more when she starts tugging on his hair, voiceless to stay quiet as they fucked in someone else’s home… his mind travels and he’s supposed to be eating her out, he snaps back into it, adding a second finger.

It’s lazy and slow and they’re both tired anyway but he loves it like this, and so does she for that matter. It’s nicer; there’s no haste, there’s no pressure or time limit, they have forever to make love like this and so they were going to take every second they got together.

“Come back up here, cutie,” she whispers, waiting patiently as he trails the kisses back up her chest on his way to her lips. “Are you going to talk to me at all tonight, pretty boy? It’s okay if you don’t, I just miss your voice.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t know what to say. I love you so much, words just don't do it justice anymore.”

“That’s okay,” she smiles, holding his face gently before brushing his hair back, “how long are we letting this get, by the way, because it is very ticklish when you’re on top, and I’m too tired to do it.”

He kisses the palm of her hand as she holds his face, and then her wrist where a hair tie rests for when Amoreena complained about her own hair being in her eyes, and she knows what he means. She puts his hair in the cutest little ponytail and he can tell just how he must look by the way her eyes light up under the moon.

She finds him adorable even in moments like this, “that’s better.”

“Do you still want to?” He asks, not minding if she’s too tired, he could use the rest instead.

“First you have to tell me why that’s your favourite part of me,” she teases, pointing between their bodies.

“It’s not what you’d think,” he whispers his response with a tilted head, resting right in her palm as she continues to hold him. “I wouldn’t have you if it wasn’t for Amoreena, and you made her in there. It’s the most magical place in the world to me, your body did that, it’s so incredible."

Something in her comes alive then, she’s more awake than she has been all day as she’s pulling him into a heated kiss and pressing him closer to her. He reaches between them and lines up with her, but it’s her who finally guides him inside.

“I wish we got a chance to make her together,” she whispers. “How would we have made her Spencer?”

“This is how,” it’s more of a growl than a whisper, he’s not even sure where it comes from but she loves it.

It’s passionate, that’s one way to describe it. He’s thrusting into her at such a rhythm and force that she’s gasping at each new depth he reaches. Her head tossed back, arms resting on the bed as she lays in her most blissed-out trance, he takes it upon himself to rub her clit gently with his thumb, helping her orgasm bubble even more.

And like an un-watched pot, she’s writhing for release in the sheets as he’s about to finish, holding off as long as she could but so close to bubbling over. She’s so tight, and she’s so beautiful and he’s so in love with her. He’s gripping her hips then and angling her hips up more before fucking her again, the sheets flying off them as they grow more and more desperate.

“Holy fuck, right there,” she whispers, but he knows she rather be screaming as he carelessly rubs her clit with the pads of his 3 fingers, and fucks her at the same time.

She’s grabbing a pillow then, tossing it over her face to moan louder than she expected before she’s cumming with a violent quake, the tension in her body releasing while simultaneously sucking him in further.

He still inside her, pushing in as deep as possible as he finishes in long hot spurts and a grunt as he presses his lips together in an attempt to be silent before dropping to her chest.

Her arms are around his back and she’s pressing the smallest kisses to his hair as they calm down. Then she’s twirling his little ponytail in her fingers and laughing, for the first time in a long time, they’re both laughing after sex.

It's the delirium of 3 in the morning approaches, they’ve both almost been up for 24 hours. He hasn’t been this tired since his last case, Y/N probably hasn’t either since Amoreena was a baby.

He gets up to clean up for her, she’s way too tired to do anything at this point. She’s actually completely asleep when he returns with a few baby wipes to clean her up. She doesn’t budge, out cold as he makes sure she’s okay. He carefully slides her underwear back up her legs and over her modesty.

When he’s finally settling against her, he’s wide awake again. He just lays on the pillow then, staring at her sleeping face with a smile on his own, that’s his wife. His. Wife. She was stunning, kind, impeccably understanding, shy but outgoing, talented beyond belief, the softest woman in the world. The best mother that has ever walked this earth.

And she picked him for the forever and always part of her life.

tag list: @shemarmooresfedora @spencers-dria @reidsfish @manuosorioh @mochionly @samuel-de-champagne-problems @jswessie187

@k-k0129

[jamesbarnesappreciationclub]

"Minnie Mouse Wonderland"

Summary: Trinity Barnes loves Minnie Mouse. Kaiya and Bucky plan a 3rd birthday she’ll never forget.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC Kaiya Barnes

Word Count: 1K and some change

Warning: Maximum fluff and cuteness

Beta: Yours truly. I own all mistakes.

Divider: @firefly-graphics Thank you for creating wonderful dividers

Bucky edit: @nix-akimbo. What can I say? This look spells Dad Bucky to me. Thank you for your immense talent.

A/N: Welcome to "Maggie's Diner." I'm excited for this series. It showcases Bucky and Kaiya's friendship, mountain high and valley low. The road wasn't always smooth, but the endgame was all that mattered.

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FANFICTION. CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNER OF THE PHOTOS. BUCKY BARNES IS A MARVEL CHARACTER. I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP TO ANY PHOTO USED. FACE CLAIMS FROM PINTEREST.

Dodging through a grove of apple trees, Trinity Barnes chases Phoenix, their Golden Retriever around the yard. Life hasn’t been the same since she was born. Although past haunts plagued his mind sometimes, Bucky wouldn’t change his life for anything. Who knew frequenting his favorite diner, “Maggie’s” would lead to friendship, love and marriage. Four years in the making, Bucky summoned the courage to ask Kaiya on a date. Hence, the beginning of a love he’d never experienced.

Babbling to Phoenix regarding her upcoming birthday party, Trinity plucked petals from a sunflower. “Guess what? My birthday is t‘morrow.” Unfazed by her statement, the dog licked her hand. “You can have cake too, Peenix.” That garnered another doggie kiss.

Lounging on their flagstone patio, Bucky couldn’t hold back the megawatt smile on his face. Trinity Nevaeh Barnes, 7 lbs., 11 ozs. Time of birth: 9:52 p.m. She was extremely stubborn. Kaiya wasn’t pleased with the grueling pain of childbirth, but once Trinity was laid on her chest, any pain subsided when her daughter lovingly gazed at her. Bucky cut the umbilical cord, tears rolling down his stubbled cheek.

T-minus 24 hours until Trinity’s birthday and she couldn’t be more excited. Her constant babbling about the party, guests and presents caused Bucky and Kaiya to shake their heads.

“Momma, guess what?” Swallowing a bite of flatbread pizza, Kaiya turned her attention towards Trinity. “What Trini bear?” Bucky chuckled at the mention of her nickname. “My birfday t’mowwow?”

“Yes, baby girl. How old will you be?” Arms pumped in high, shimmying in her booster seat, Trinity exclaimed, “Thwee!!!!”

“Alright, lil’ mama. That’s correct.” Kaiya complimented Trinity , who is wise beyond her years.

Bucky noticed his daughter yawning. “Someone’s sleepy. Almost time for bed Trini.”

Bottom lip poked out, Trinity attempted to guilt her daddy into staying up late. “I not sleepy daddy. Watch a movie?”

Kaiya wasn’t having it. “Oh no ma’am. Don’t start Nevaeh.” Her momma’s warning tone shut down any thoughts of a sympathy vote. “ ‘Kay momma. Baft time?”

Interceding, Bucky suggested he give Trinity a bath. “How ‘bout I clean up the kitchen and give Trinity her bath.”

“Thanks babe. M’gonna read for a bit.” Kaiya retreated to their bedroom. She heard Bucky and Trinity’s laughter and singing. Just think, in 7 months, another Barnes would require attention from her big sister, momma and daddy.

TRINITY’S BIRTHDAY

Using her bed for a trampoline, Trinity sang to the top of her lungs. “♪♫♪ Happy birfday to me, happy birthday to meeeee. Happy birfday to meeeee.♫♪♫''

Down the hall, Kaiya groaned, snatching the duvet over her head. “Buck, please get your daughter. M’tryna sleep.” Mumbling into her silk bonnet, “Shhh, go back t’sleep. She’ll quit eventually.” Wrong! Trinity’s voice inched closer and closer to her parent’s bedroom.

Small knuckles tapped against the door as hard as possible, while calling out to Bucky and Kaiya. “Mooommmaaaaa, daddddyyyyy, time to wake up. It’s my birfday.”

Bucky padded across the bedroom, opening the door. On the other side stood the cutest 3 year old in the world. Hopping from one foot to the other, Trinity flung herself in Bucky’s arms, receiving kisses on her cheeks.

“Is it party time?” Trinity tilts her head. Kaiya gazed at the clock on their nightstand. “No, sweetie. Your party is at 2:00 p.m.”

Sighing, the dejected toddler’s shoulders slumped. “What time is it now?” “

“Too early for a party, but not too early for breakfast.” With a rousing chorus of ‘yes’, Bucky, Kaiya and Trinity made their way to the kitchen for Minnie Mouse pancakes, bacon, eggs, orange juice, milk and fresh fruit.

Since it was her birthday, eating in front of the television, watching “Frozen” and “Dumbo.”

An hour before Trinity’s party, Kaiya “Trini bear, time to get dressed for your party.” Running around in circles, Trinity squeals, “PARTY TIME...PARTY TIME. MOMMA, WHERE MY CWOES?!!!”

In a huge box on the bed, Kaiya opens it up to discover a Minnie Mouse ensemble from Wanda and Nat. Eyes wide, mouth formed in an ‘O,’ Trinity removes her dress. “Thank you Te Te Nat and Te Te Wanda. Pretty momma. Minnie Mouse.” Wanda and Nat weren’t able to attend Trinity’s party. They were away on an emergency mission with Peter, Tony and Bruce.

“Baby girl, I love it. Here, let’s put it on.” Trinity modeled in front of a full length mirror. “Awww sookie sookie. Looking good Trinity.” Hands on hips, momma and daughter twirled, clapping and dancing.

Bucky watched his wife and daughter acting silly. This was his life. Nothing and nobody could take it away.

Stepping out into the yard, Trinity couldn’t believe her eyes. “It’s ‘mayzing. I love it. Minnie Mouse”

Pepper, Morgan, Steve and Te Te Skylar watched as Trinity jumped into her daddy’s arms. “Tank you momma and daddy. I love it so much. Gotta go.”

Her parents were replaced by Morgan and her preschool friends. Kaiya’s best friend, Skylar, attended the party. Pepper, Skylar, Kaiya and some of the mommy’s from Trinity’s preschool class conversed on the patio. Bucky entertained Steve and a few dad’s in attendance.

Turning her gaze towards Bucky, Kaiya excused herself. “I’ll bring out more juice boxes.”

“Do you need help?,” Pepper asked.

“No. Please stay and enjoy yourselves. I’ll be right back.”

Bucky entered the patio doors, searching for Kaiya. “Doll baby?”

“M’here babe.” Excitement danced in her eyes, as tears flowed.

Instantly, Bucky held his wife. “Hey what’s wrong? Did someone say something to ‘ya?”

“No, my love.” Kaiya placed an envelope in Bucky’s hand.

Carefully, he opened it and pulled the sonogram pictures out. “Oh shit. M’gonna be a daddy again?”

“Yessir, 7 months from now, we’ll be parents again.”

“You’ve given me something I thought I didn’t deserve. I’ll love ya till the day my breathing ceases and beyond.”

“I’ll love you, James Buchanan Barnes, until my breathing ceases and beyond.”

@marvelgirl7 @jobean12-blog @samwilsons-pillowpecs @loricameback @indyluckycharlie @hiddles-rose @nix-akimbo @pegasusdragontiger @nacho-bucky

[aldakat31415]

I got a lot of followers now, so I figured it's time I wrote a request page.

So. Requests. I will accept personal messages for requests, those are actually easier to see than a comment section. So I would ask you to personally message me on here for your request. Please keep it simple and easy to understand. Here are a few keys.

1. "You never listen to me?!"

2. "It was all my fault.."

3. "Cheer up, there's always tomorrow."

4. "I would say that that's a horrible idea, but I've had worse."

5. "Oh fuck, I can't believe you've done this."

6. "Well.. I wouldn't say I'm surprised."

7. "Ah yes, me, my (s/o), and their 40 inch teddy bear."

8. "Welcome to the family. No (sibling/parent) I did not eat your toaster waffles!!"

9. "That's not a gift. That's called a drug addiction."

10. "I'll explain.. ok (person) will explain."

11. " I promise you, this is not what it looks like." "Ok maybe it's exactly what it looks like."

12. "It's muggy out today."

13. "So.. what brings you here tonight."

14. " It's hard to believe, but I actually met your (s/o) dressed as a party clown." "Why did I marry you.."

15. "So, two kids, a house, a dog. What more could I want in life." "I lost the baby!" "I'm getting a divorce.."

16. "Did it hurt when you fell?" "From heaven?" "No, I meant the 30 foot flight of stairs." "Ohhhh.."

17. "If pizza rolls were sentient I would leave you for one." "I would do exactly the same." "You complete me."

18. "I've killed alot of people, how could you love me?" "I've killed alot of goldfish too. They don't live that long." "B-but we were a familyyyyy!!"

19. "Lets do get help." "We are not doing get help."

20. "I've only had (s/o) for a day, but if anything were to happen to them I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself."

21. "You're an asshole." "But you love me" "only cause I'm one too."

22. "Well this is interesting.."

23. "I would say this is midly concerning, but after what I found you two doing this morning I'm not even gonna try."

24. "We're adults, we have complete control over our lives." "So once again, what are taxes?"

25. "I'm baddest thug on the streets." "This morning you were crying because you tore your teddy bear." "Thugs can have feelings."

26. "One day I'm gonna kill him and take my revenge." "Maybe you'll have that chance when you stop planning my murder out loud."

27. "Ya know what, this might as well happen."

28. " I'm so sick of your bullshit!" "You can just leave." "Ok, then I will!" "You should put on some pants before you leave!"

29. " another birthday spent all alone.." "I've been gone for five minutes." " I was lonely!!"

Alright, there you guys go, more fanfic ideas.

[bippiti]

200 followers event

to req for this event please select a prompt and a character, if you’d like include a specific kink for nsfw or scenario for nsfw and sfw :)

make sure to clarify if its nsfw or sfw

the reqs are closed

prompts

nsfw

1. “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

2. “Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.”

3. “Take your clothes off. Right now.”

4. “Hands behind your back.”

5. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

6. “Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?”

7. “Beg for it.”

8. “Be a good girl/boy for mommy/daddy.”

9. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

10.“You’re so in for it when we get home.”

11. “You can take it, you’ve done it before.”

12. “Just a little more.”

13. “Suck on my fingers.”

14. “You look so good with my hands around your neck.”

15. “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

16. “Kiss me properly.”

17. “You’re so wet.”

18. “Look how good you take it.”

19. “My baby, you did so well.”

20. “God, you feel amazing.”

21. “Swallow. All of it.”

22. “Faster! Please, let me come!”

23. “Do think you deserve a reward/punishment?”

24. “Don’t make a mess, baby.”

25. “Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

nsfw prompts from @a-cure-for-writers-block

sfw

1. “You are so stupid… I love you”

2. “Is that my hoodie?”

3. “I love you, but go the fuck to sleep”

4. “sorry for bothering you”

5. “why are you awake at 3AM?”

6. “Keep playing with my hair”

7. “I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

8. “Eat something.”

9. “I can’t believe you’re mine”

10. “You’re the sole reason I get out of bed in the morning,”

11. "Can I sleep in here? I don’t like the storm.“ "Scared of a little thunder?”

12.“Don’t give me those puppy dog eyes. How am I supposed to say no to that?”

13. “you don’t have to go through this alone”

14. “stop moving, I’m trying to braid your hair”

15. “Stop trying to bribe me”

16. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror”

17. “Let’s have some peace and quiet, just me and you”

18. “How come you’re sat alone?

19. "Please don’t cry”

20. “Waking up next to you is all I want in life”

21. “will you…..go on a date with me?”

22. “I’ve got you”

23. “Can I wear your sweater? It smells like you.”

24. "Did you just say you’re in love with me”

25. “can I walk you home?”

sfw prompts from @milojwrites

[vaderiisms-archived]

30 Questions

Tagged by: @haydens-moles 

1. Name/Nickname: Lisa and my nicknames are Baby Girl, Darth Mittens, Elsaquin, Anna, Annaquin, Buttercup, Zelena, Luna, Alice, Little Bunny Foo Foo, Punky, Harley, Lou Lou, Juliet/Jules, and Perry the Platypus.

2. Gender: Female

3. Star sign: Libra/Scorpio Rising/Aquarius Moon/Goat

4. Height: 5′1

5. Time: 7:30 am

6. Birthday: October 2nd

7. Favorite bands: Queen, Green Day, The Birthday Massacre, Blackpink, AFI, Blaqk Audio, Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, The Runaways, Abba, My Chemical Romance, HIM, The Traveling Wilburys, No Doubt, Depeche Mode, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, SWV, Black Sabbath, TLC, Black Veil Brides, New Years Day, Evanescence, AC/DC, Paramore, The Rolling Stones, Journey, Nirvana, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Soundgarden, Marilyn Manson, The Ramones, Van Halen, Aerosmith, Guns N Roses, Bon Jovi, The Police, Motley Crue, Metallica, Heart, Fleetwood Mac, Ayria, Duran Duran, The Who, Pink Floyd, Sex Pistols, Godsmack, The Chicks, Beastie Boys, Salt N Pepa, Run DMC, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Blondie, Alice In Chains, Genesis, Cradle of Filth, The Doors, Otep, KISS, The Cranberries, System Of A Down, Nine Inch Nails, and many more. I went a little overboard. I should have just listed a few but it’s too late, lol. I’m cutting this off now so it doesn’t get any longer.

8. Favorite solo artists: Bob Dylan, Madonna, Lady Gaga, Jonathan Groff, Ozzy Osbourne, Ava Max, 2 Pac, Charli XCX, Taylor Swift, Gwen Stefani, Brad Paisley, Michael Jackson, Kelly Clarkson, Rihanna, Steve Perry, Adam Lambert, Iggy Azalea, Billie Eilish, Tove Lo, Idina Menzel, Patsy Cline, Ariana Grande, Eminem, Cardi B, Mariah Carey, Ellie Goulding, Britney Spears, Cyndi Lauper, P!nk, Alice Cooper, Justin Timberlake, Marshmello, Bruno Mars, Dua Lipa, Post Malone, Billy Idol, George Michael, Prince, Nicki Minaj, Katy Perry, Jewel, David Bowie, Sting, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, Harry Belafonte, Elton John, Billy Joel, Garth Brooks, Pat Benatar, Loretta Lynn, Conway Twitty, Jimi Hendrix, Brenda Lee, Connie Francis, LeAnn Rimes, Elvis Presley, Stevie Nicks, and many more. And once again I went overboard with the list, lol. I’m cutting it off now. 

9. Song stuck in your head: DDu-Du DDu-Du by Blackpink

10. Last Movie: Wonder Woman 1984

11. Last Show: I just got HBO Max so I’ve been rewatching The O.C. because I needed a Summer Roberts fix! Lol. 

12. When did I create this blog: February 2016

13. What I post: I post RP threads, RP memes, stuff about Anakin/Vader, and just anything Star Wars related really (mostly prequel stuff).

14. Last thing I googled: How to cast HBO Max on Vizio Smart TV

15. Other blogs: 

Ahsoka Tano - @ahsokathewise

I have a few other pages that are inactive at the moment. Here they are...if you want to do anything with them let me know.

King George III - @this-is-your-king​

Jacob Skywalker (OC) - @overpaidprophet 

Poe Dameron - @helluvapilct

James Norrington - jamesnorringtxn 

Enola Holmes - choosingmyowndestiny 

16. Do I get asks: Yes I do.

17. Why I chose my URL: I think that’s pretty self explanatory, lol.

18. Following: 1, 096

19. Followers: 452

20. Average hours of sleep: Not enough, lol. Sometimes I get 3 hours, sometimes more. It fluctuates depending on my mood.

21. Lucky number: 11 and 13

22. Instruments: Guitar and keyboard

23. What I’m wearing: Return of the Jedi t-shirt, blue flannel shirt, owl pajama pants, socks, and Beetlejuice slippers.

24. Dream job: Singer/Songwriter like Bob Dylan.

25. Dream trip: Every Disney park around the world and Cairo. 

26. Favorite food: Chinese and pizza.

27. Nationality: Cherokee Indian, Blackfoot Indian, Irish, German, British, Dutch, Polish. 

28: Favorite song: My favorite song of all-time is Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen and my current favorite song is Sour Candy by Lady Gaga and Blackpink.

29. Last book: Conceal, Don’t Feel by Jen Calonita 

30. Top 3 fictional universes I wanna live in: Wonderland, Oz, and I always wanted to live on Endor so I could be around the Ewoks, lol.

Tagging: @ahsokaxashlaxtano @xscamanderbrothersx @queenofthesenate @kylo-wrecked @starlight-pilot @becamealegend @lastxdragon @flawedheroines​ @classifiedxrey​ @onehell-of-apilot​ @tornbetweenthestorm​ @poewingsdameron​ @congeriemgriseo​ @chromium-siren​ @rcfekjwtaardby​ @thesarcasmofasoldier​ @fantasies-and-fairy-tales​ @libertywept​ @painticblack​ @ask-fawnflight-of-riverclan​

[ahtohallan-calling]

chapter 24 of don’t read the last page is here!

masterpost

[kristanna / m / multichap / modern au with actress!anna and vetstudent!kristoff]

They all crowded around Anna’s shoulder, waiting with bated breath as she finished choosing a filter for the photo. “Wait,” Kristoff said suddenly, “should we check with Lena about this?”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Fuck Lena,” she said cheerfully, and pressed post.

---

It was, all things considered, not a particularly interesting day when it happened; it had been a scorcher of a late-July afternoon, and when Kristoff came home from the clinic he found Anna in the backyard lounging in a beach chair she’d finally caved and bought at Target when she could no longer get comfortable lying on a towel spread over the grass.

“Hi, honey,” she said around a mouthful of an orange push pop; the empty box had fallen over by her chair.

He laughed and leaned down to kiss her, setting his palm against the swell of her stomach. “Good thing I bought another box of those on my way home.

Anna thought nothing of it when the baby kicked in response; he’d done so for a while now at the sound of his father’s voice, but Kristoff froze, his face only an inch away from hers as his eyes widened.

Worried, she tilted her head. “Is everything alright?”

He swallowed hard. “Did you feel that?”

“Well, yeah, I’ve been feeling a lot of-- wait. Did you?”

He nodded, slowly, and as they stared at each other, stunned, another kick came, sharp enough this time that Anna yelped in surprise. “Okay, you had to have felt that one,” she groused. 

Kristoff nodded again, faster this time, as a laugh spilled from his lips. “It’s him,” he said, his eyes still wide. “I-- that’s him, Anna.”

Her eyes softened. “You know, we really ought to think of something to call him. I’m worried he’s going to get offended.”

A third kick came in response, and they both took it as a sign of agreement.

---

Sources say Westergaard has spent the past six weeks hiding out in his summer home in the Hamptons. When asked for comment, his representative told Buzzfeed, “Mr. Westergaard’s previous remarks were taken out of context and twisted by the media. He will be starting an anti cyberbullying foundation in his name. He asks that you respect his privacy during this difficult time.”

Sven looked up from the article Kristoff had printed and handed to him. “Shit, how the hell can anybody have a difficult time at a mansion in the Hamptons?”

“Show a little sympathy. The man’s just had to face the consequences of his actions for the first time in his life,” Kristoff said with a smirk. 

“Ought to hang out with a pregnant woman more often, he’d learn his lesson really quickly about the consequences of-- oh, hey, Anna,” Sven said with a grimace. “You, uh, you forgiven me yet for getting onions on the pizza?”

She scowled and crossed her arms, her eyes shooting daggers at him across the room, and he sighed and picked up his phone to order a new one.

---

“Anna?” 

She yelped in surprise and tugged the shower curtain back, coming face to face with a frowning Kristoff. “Jesus, you scared me. What’s wrong?”

“Sorry-- it’s just…” He frowned and held up his phone. “How does Twitter know I’m a vet?”

The bubbles in her hair forgotten, she leaned forward and squinted at the screen. “What? It’s just a picture of us leaving Chipotle.”

“Huh? Oh-- shit, sorry, let me scroll down to the replies.”

He pushed his glasses further up his nose as he did so before raising the phone screen again. “Look, they’re all sending me hamsters.”

She knew he was genuinely worried, and she was sympathetic, really she was, but Anna burst into laughter. “A hamster eating a banana.”

“Yeah, and they’re not supposed to even eat that much, so the bad pet ownership is bad enough already, but-- anyway, that’s beside the point, I--” He scowled. “Anna, I really don’t think this is funny.”

“It’s just a meme, Kristoff.”

“But I don’t get it.”

“Look at the picture of us again, and then the hamster, and then get back to me,” she said, yanking the shower curtain closed again. 

“But--”

“If you still haven’t gotten the joke by the time I figure out how to shave my ankles, then I’ll come explain.”

Twenty minutes later, when she emerged wrapped in a towel, she peered into the bedroom and saw Kristoff sitting on the bed, his face bright red, as he stared down at his phone. “Solve the mystery yet?” she asked drily as she dug through his t-shirt drawer for something to wear.

“My, uh, my little brother, he uh...he knows about memes, so I texted him, and I...uh…”

She laughed again as she finished getting dressed. “Did he laugh at you, too?”

He groaned and ran a hand over his face. “Pretty sure he’s still laughing.”

---

“Anna! Anna! Miss Arendelle!” She rolled her eyes and tightened the drawstring of her hoodie. Kristoff put an arm protectively over her shoulders as they continued hurrying out of the doctor’s office. “Miss Arendelle, please, if I could just--”

“You can not.”

“We just want to know if it’s a boy or a--”

She turned on her heel and said drily, “It’s a mountain troll, obviously.” She gestured irritably at Kristoff. “See? Takes after his father.”

The next morning, she woke up to the ding of a text from Sam. Maybe you really are better off being your own PR person.

A link to another Buzzfeed article was attached. Curious, she tapped it.

Watch Anna Arendelle’s Hilarious Comeback To A Nosy Photographer!

“Would you look at that,” she mumbled under her breath.

Next to her, Kristoff stirred and rolled over. “Look at what?” he mumbled.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep, mountain man.”

---

Anna came home from a meeting one night and caught Kristoff piled up in the recliner reading one of her pregnancy books. To her surprise, his face was ghost-white. “Kris,” she asked, concerned, “what’s wrong? You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“Just, you know, reading about the labor part.”

“Is it grossing you out that bad?” She couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re a vet, I’m sure you’ve seen worse. Especially with this stuff.”

He looked up then, and to her surprise, his eyes were solemn behind his glasses. “It’s different when you’re picturing your fiancee.”

All the air in her lungs escaped her in a quiet oh. She crossed quickly to the bed and climbed up, crawling towards him. He set the book on the nightstand and looked up at her, worry still in his eyes, as she settled her knees on either side of his lap. Out of habit, he set one hand on the swell of her stomach, the faintest of smiles appearing on his face when a little foot nudged against his hand.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart,” she said softly, settling her own hands on his shoulders. “It’ll all be fine.”

“Sometimes it’s not, though.” 

She winced, and immediately he was apologetic. “I-- shit, sorry, I’m not trying to scare you, it’s just--”

“No, no, you’re right,” she reassured him, gently squeezing his shoulders. “Sometimes it’s not. But it will be. You know me, I’m too stubborn to let anything go wrong.”

“I don’t think it works like that.”

She bit her lip; she had never seen him like this, never known him to be so nervous he couldn’t be comforted. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. “What part is scaring you?” she asked, her voice low.

“I don’t want to see you hurting. Especially when I know I can’t do anything to help.”

“You can help. Just having you in there will do so much.”

“But it won’t stop it,” he said, his voice forlorn, and she kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger there as she nuzzled her nose against his temple.

“No. But that’s what epidurals are for.”

“What if--” he said before trailing off, not daring to even give voice to the words.

“Kristoff Bjorgman, you listen to me,” she said, pulling back and waiting to continue until he reluctantly met her gaze. “I have no doubt in my mind that everything will be fine. Okay? I just-- I just won’t let anything bad happen.”

“But you can’t--”

“Have you ever seen anything stop me from doing what I want before?”

She felt him shake his head no. 

“So nothing will stop me this time. I’m going to have this baby-- our baby-- and we’re both going to be fine, and you will too, and when we get to hold him, then you’ll forget you were ever worried about this at all.”

---

Anna and the interviewer both threw back their heads with a laugh as Mattias finished telling them both about his first time at the Oscars and how he’d failed to recognize the man who’d just won Best Actor-- twice.

“How about you, Miss Arendelle?” the interviewer asked as Anna finished wiping the last tear of laughter from her eye. “How do you feel about going to your first Oscars next year?”

She felt her cheeks coloring. “Oh, well, we’ll see if we even get there.”

The interviewer laughed. “Modest as always. There’s already lots of Oscar buzz around the movie and your performance in particular.”

Anna shifted awkwardly in her seat. “Um. Sort of like puking, if I’m honest.”

That got them both laughing again. “Speaking of puking, though,” the interviewer said cheerfully, “what’s it like being a first-time mother and a first-time movie star simultaneously?”

“Amazing and terrifying and wonderful and just...so many things all at once,” she admitted. “I really couldn’t do it without my support network, especially my fiance. It’s just...yeah. I can’t thank everybody enough.”

“Speaking of your fiance...are you willing to share your thoughts on where in the world Hans Westergaard has run off to?”

Her lips curled up into a smirk.

---

“Remind me to get more tomato juice at Trader Joe’s today,” Anna called as she pored through another script that had been sent her way-- another period drama, but this one, at least, wouldn’t involve squeezing her recently-pregnant body into a corset.

“We don’t need to,” he replied as he came into the kitchen carrying a basket of freshly dried towels. “You’ve been going through it so fast this week I set up one of those Amazon weekly delivery things. There’ll be three gallons of it on the porch in--” He glanced at his watch. “An hour. Wanna help me fold all this shit and watch HGTV?”

She stared at him for a long moment as he passed her, absentmindedly whistling one of the songs she’d driven him crazy with that winter, and walked into the living room.

It occurred to her, all of a sudden, that some things were worth waiting for-- but that sometimes, there was no longer any worth in waiting.

“Kris?” she said as he set the basket down.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as she crossed over to him and stood between his knees.

She cupped his face in her hands, studying his expression as he smiled softly and set his own hands on her hips. “Can I say something crazy?”

“You usually don’t bother asking.”

Under normal circumstances, she would have laughed and leaned down to kiss him, but instead she broke into a wide smile. “What if we just got married?”

[everybodyscupoftea]

dumbass quotes

hi! this is a list of dumb shit issawhat (huge inspo for frat jj) has said on twitch stream, not taking credit at all, one of the viewers created a google doc and i picked 100 of my faves and thought it could be fun to use these as prompts for a blurb thing

so, choose what jj you want (pike, sigma chi, college) and send me some numbers

(i have stuff i need to do today so i’ll start working on these later this afternoon and tonight)

1. I’m emotionally unavailable

2. My body/bloodstream is a pharmacy

3. I hate it here

4. My dick only touched my hands today

5. My dick is very clean

6. Please don’t talk to me

7. Teenagers are fucking pussies bro

8. I can barely read so I like looking at pictures

9. We’re having the opposite of a good time right now

10. I’m not even playing with my team right now, I’m gonna be independent and just run and shoot people in the forehead

11. You piece of dog shit. You utter piece of dog shit

12. IUD. Is that the implant

13. Fuck them kids. No don’t actually fuck kids

14. Are we talking about planets? I love outer space

15. Mars just probably tastes like cheese pizza

16. No offense. Actually, offense

17. You don’t wanna live in my mind it’s loud up there

18. Can we not talk about demons? That kinda stresses me out

19. There’s a video of a guy with a ton of tattoos who looks like he’ll fuck your step mom

20. I swear at one point I had bigger boobs than my ex

21. I just wanna be a shredded skinny boy

22. It’s not like I want to die, I’m just okay with dying

23. I don’t even touch my dick when I pee most of the time

24. Time to fuck some dumb ass bitches up

25. The amount I just got railed was way too much

26. I’m pretty sure nut has more calories than celery

27. I don’t pull out

28. I can’t hear you I’m dropping

29. I’m a fucking laser

30. My dick is 8 inches if I fold it in half

31. Actually my dick has never been on camera. I wear swim shorts in the shower

32. Where the pussy boys at

33. Imagine being married. Imagine having emotions

34. Sometimes I read then sometimes I think what if I didn’t have eyeballs

35. I’m gonna kick you in the fucking forehead

36. My lips are chapped as dick

37. It’s pretty early for arson talk boys but if you want to we can

38. You guys say a lot of sexual things and it stresses me out

39. It’s such a power play ghosting your parents

40. Blinking is for sore losers

41. Refreash

42. I’m gonna see how much of this beer I can delete

43. Don’t shoot me in the back that would not be cash money

44. Sand hanitizer

45. Condoms don’t even work

46. *talking about a funeral* open bar?

47. Adulting is for fucking losers

48. Alcohol? You mean spicy water

49. I hate how they make kids so stupid in movies. They’re dumb but not that dumb

50. It smells like soup in my house bro

51. And it went like

52. I’m not that versatile in my pegging lingo

53. What’s MI? Is that Michigan

54. I’m actually 4 food 5 and legally a short person. And I lost my juul. Oh no I just put it on the charger like an idiot

55. Pew pew pew right in your forehead

56. Guess who’s a dead bitch? You are hahahaha

57. Not in the mood to be trifled

58. Get bodied

59. I know how to talk to women. I’ve been doing it my whole life

60. Did I wash my hands? Sure…

61. You wanna see me in a skirt? No you don’t because I’ll look better than you do and you’ll get mad

62. Mom’s not home, we can’t kill the patriarchy

63. Go kick rocks

64. I’m not a wall puncher anymore

65. I don’t know I just work here

66. Fluffy duffy croissant boy

67. My brain sounds like a rock tumbler

68. Commit sudoku

69. Hit her with an actually

70. A lot of natural light but I wish we could get a bud light

71. I can’t hear you I’m yawning

72. I’m not an object I just want to be treated like one

73. I feel like when I eat I do better in life

74. I am pro elder abuse I agree

75. Nickle sized nipples that sounds like a bar

76. The cologne is in the air and I can taste it on my lips

77. The smell of this cologne reminds me of sex because whenever I use it I have sex

78. God damnit charge faster juul

79. Are you an innie or an outie

80. You can have my belly button pics for free baby girl

81. Does anyone want to meet god because I can help you out looking at you

82. Only if it’s pictures with sound

83. My second life I was a banana slug, learned a lot

84. I’m a virgin, I can’t hear you

85. I’m getting the nicest virgin (meaning version)

86. That’s what people say about my penis. Definitely doable but hard

87. A cat appointment? We call that a normal Tuesday

88. That fucking visor doesn’t slap

89. I should buy you a pair of catch these hands

90. I was watching ant videos last night they’re fucking crazy

91. LOOK UP TOP FIVE ANT MOMENTS

92. Who the fuck is spam risk and why are they calling me

93. What is a jetpack? Is that when you’re the big spoon but you’re small so you look like a jetpack

94. I’m gonna call you backpack though like dora because you don’t shut the fuck up

95. If you threw some long division at me I’d say go fish

96. I can’t even hear myself think. Not that I want to think

97. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fuck honestly. Does someone want to give me my first fuck

98. I don’t need to learn how to do anything, I’m 21. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks

99. That could lead into premarital breathing the same air

100. I didn’t even wear a hat yesterday so I don’t want to play thanks

[lovemesomesurveys]

1. Do you like having your picture taken? No.

2. Have you ever done a photo shoot, professional or non? I’ve had pictures taken at photo studios and I have a cousin who’s a photographer that did my college graduation photos.

3. If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go and why? I mean, nowhere right now. BUT, there’s a lot of places I’d love to visit one day. Various countries and places here in the US. I just want to be able to travel a lot one day.

4. Who would you take with you on this little adventure? My family.

5. What would you say is the most daring thing to do in a lifetime? That’s going to be different for everyone of course, but basically something that pushes you out of your comfort zone. Conquering a fear.

6. Would you ever do that? I don’t know. 

7. Have you ever done crossword puzzles? Yeah. I much prefer word searches, though.

8. Ever actually completed one? Yeah.

9. Pick up the closest book and write a sentence at random from it. There isn’t a book near me.

10. Do the same with a lyric from either a cd or the radio. Nah.

11. Have you ever tried to analyze your own dreams? Yeah, many times. I’ve tried to look up what some things symbolize and what it might mean for me. 

12. Would you put up posters in your room? Yeah. I have some things hung up. 

13. Can you sing? I can’t sing well at all. I wish.

14. Do you ever sing to yourself while doing everyday tasks? Yes.

15. What's your favorite color of post-it note? Pink.

16. How many cassette tapes do you own? Zero.

17. How many cd's do you own? I don’t have any CDs anymore.

18. Ever bought a cd for just one song? I probably have. 

19. What would your perfect day consist of? Beach days are nice. Or since it’s winter, renting a cozy cabin in the snow sounds lovely.

20. Have you ever lied to get off the phone or out of talking to someone online? Yes.

21. Have you ever written a survey? Once. It was several years ago during the Xanga days. I wish I still had it saved.

22. How about a song? If so share it. No.

23. Or maybe a poem? If so share it or one of them. I dabbled with poetry when I was 16. I am definitely not sharing one, they’re super cringey.

24. Is your vcr flashing 12:00 all the time? I don’t have a VCR. Wow, cassette tapes and VCRs how old is this survey?

25. Do you read your horoscope? No.

26. If so, do you base your day on it? No, I’ve never been into astrology. I used to read it when I was younger like in an magazine, but it was always just for fun.

27. Would you rather chew gum or use mouthwash and why? Chew gum. Mouthwash is way too strong to me and I find it irritating for my mouth and yeah it’s just not a pleasant experience.

28. Do you floss? No. :X

29. Are you addicted to napster like me? Okay, now you’ve mentioned Napster so this survey is super old. Napster was like late 90s and early 2000s. 

30. How many times a year about are you sick? I rarely get things like a cold, which I find interesting because I feel like my immune system is crap, but I feel sick and crappy often for other reasons.

31. Ever been in an airplane? Yes, a few times.

32. If so where were you flying to? Georgia and back and to Disneyland and back.

33. What radio station to you listen to most? It’s been a few years since I’ve listened to the radio.

34. What color are your shoes? I wear my black Adidas the most.

35. Was fuzzy wuzzy a bear? He was. He had no hair, though, so he wasn’t actually fuzzy.

36. Do you know how to play dominos? I’ve never really played.

37. Or do you think I just mean pizza by that? No, I know what dominos are.

38. Speaking of pizza, what's your favorite kind? (toppings and/or place to get it from) My favorite is from this local place. I like to get white sauce, feta and ricotta cheese, crumbled meatballs, garlic, spinach, and pesto and olive oil drizzles. I’ve been really craving that lately.

39. What color are your eyes? Brown.

40. How many surveys have you filled out this lifetime? Oh pffffft, I am not even going to attempt to figure that out. There’s no way I could. I’ve been doing surveys for so long and sadly so many of them are gone because they were done on Myspace and Xanga. :(

41. Describe your bedroom, include all details. Okay, you want details? Here we go...

It’s small and has way too much stuff. For one thing, there’s giraffe stuffed animals all over, including a 4 ft one in the corner. There’s a dresser by the window that has my TV and Christmas decorations on it. To the right of that is a 6-cube shelf with some of the aforementioned giraffe stuffed animals as well as giraffe knickknacks, some coloring books and coloring supplies, a mini Christmas tree on top, a few more giraffe stuffed animals, a nice picture frame with my dog, Brandie, who passed away, and my BB8 droid I made at Disneyland. Above the shelf is an I Love Lucy wall clock. My closest is nearby and is full of medical supplies, 3-drawer file thing with random stuff I insist on holding onto, my shoes, and all my jackets and sweatshirts. To the left of my dresser is my bookshelf with a lot of books and other figurines and knickknacks of various things I like and hey surprise, surprise, more giraffe stuffed animals! Across from the bookshelf and dresser is my bed, which is also my desk cause I keep my laptop on it, my chargers, my phone, a coloring book, a couple packs of colored pencils, my Bible study stuff, my remotes, and my Nintendo Switch. I have a pile of clothes, too, cause dresser and closet are too full. I have like 8 throw pillows, a body pillow, a back pillow, and a couple actual pillows. I have a few stuffed animals that sit on my bed as well, which are a huge squishmallow giraffe, a small squishmallow pug, a small squishmallow Dumbo, a small squishmallow Baby Yoda/Grogu, and a Baby Yoda/Grogu plushie. To the right of my bed is a TV tray that has my bottles of water, my medicine and pill crusher, a box of straws, a glass, a Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink, chapstick, my wallet, a Zip-loc bag with half a glazed donut and half a chocolate one, and a small bag of shortbread cookies. Behind the TV tray is my 3-drawer bedside table, which has a makeup storage thing on it that I plan on cleaning out and getting rid of cause I don’t wear makeup anymore and could use that space for something else, a bottle of lotion, a couple little room sprays from B&BW, and a jewelry tray. Hung up on my walls around the room are a few giraffe framed paintings, a couple beachy canvas paintings, two Alexander Skarsgard calendars, a bulletin board with various stuff pinned to it, and a marker board. There’s also a hamper in here, a floor lamp, a ceiling fan/light, two fans, and an ottoman.

42. Name one person your life is made better by. My mom. She’s my best friend. 

44. How about someone else's? Huh?

45. Can you do math with ease? Ha, noooo. Me and math never got along.

46. What size is your computer screen? It’s 13.3 inches.

47. If you could only talk to one person online who would that be? Someone from the survey community on here.

48. Name your favorite type of music and why. I like a variety of music--various genres and decades.

49. Are you a vegetarian? No.

50. How about an aspiring actor/actress? Not at all.

51. What famous person dead or alive would you interview if you had the chance? Alexander Skarsgard.

52. Which movie can you watch and say the lines along with the actors? There’s a lot of movies I could do that with. I try not to cause it gets annoying, but it happens.

53. Name one of your passions in life. I don’t know. :/

54. What's your least favorite time of day? Evening time.

55. Who's your favorite member in a band, singer, guitarist, bassist, drummer, and why? The singer, typically.

56. Do you use hairspray or gel? I use neither.

57. Describe your favorite meal. Wingstop’s boneless garlic parm and lemon pepper wings. I also really enjoy my nightly bowl of ramen.

58. What color is the inside of your head when you close your eyes? Black.

59. Ever listen to classical music? Not typically, but it is nice.

60. Have you ever said lol in real life without thinking about it? No.

61. Do you find you use internet language when writing notes irl? I use “wtf, “wth”, “omg”, and “lol.” 

62. What songs would be on your ideal cd? Like I said, I like variety, so a mix of songs.

63. Say one thing you've learned today. Nothing, really.

64. What is the best present you've ever given someone else? I don’t know.

65. What is the best present someone else has ever given to you? I’ve been given many nice gifts throughout my life. I’m appreciative of all the gifts I’ve received.

66. So hey, what's your full name? Stephanie is all you need to know.

67. Describe yourself while drunk. I was chatty and annoying.

68. How big are the windows in your house? Regular, common size? .

69. Do you wear a watch? Nope.

70. What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done with someone else? Nothing.

71. What's the largest age difference between you and someone you've dated? Just a year.

72. How many mirrors do you have? Just one in my room.

73. Write one sentence stating what you want people to say about you after you've passed on. I don’t know, man.

74. Have you ever sailed? Nope.

75. How fast can you run? I used to be able to go pretty fast, but not now. I don’t have the upper body strength or energy I used to have.

76. What do you believe in? I believe in God.

77. How long does it take you to get ready to go out? Not long at all. I just change clothes, quickly do something with my hair, brush my teeth, put on deodorant, put on my shoes, and then grab my bag and mask and go. And a coat if needed.

78. Do you shower daily? If not how often? No, I shower 3-4 times a week.

79. What one thing would you change in your life if you had the power to do so? I’d make it so I had good health.

80. Describe the ideal superpower and what you would do if you had it. Teleportation. I’d travel all over.

81. Are candles romantic or a fire hazard? They can be both.

82. Name something you've done in the last 24hrs no matter how big or small. I had coffee and donuts. Exciting stuff.

83. Do you wear necklaces, bracelets, anklets, earrings, rings? I haven’t worn any in awhile.

84. What colors are you wearing right now? Just black.

85. How often do you change the sheets on your bed? Twice a month.

86. Have you ever gotten lost? Not alone, thankfully, but yeah.

87. What's on your computer desk? I mentioned in the question about my room that my bed is also my desk and I listed the things on it.

88. How many folders are on your desktop at the present moment? Zero.

89. When your talking do you ever use your hands to do quotation marks in the air when saying certain words? Sometimes, if I find it necessary to do so.

90. Which landmark would you climb if you could? None.

91. Do you own or have you read, or thought of reading any self-help books? I read the Chicken Soup For The Soul books when I was younger but that's it. <<< Same.

92. Ever seriously questioned your sanity? Yes. 93. Can you breakdance? No.

94. What's in your fridge right now? Food and drinks. I’m tired from listing everything in that room description question lol.

95. How many people do you live with? I live with 3 people and a doggo.

96. Have you or would you ever do anything more than kiss in a public area? No.

97. What is the strangest thing you've ever done? Uhhh. I don’t know.

98. Name an instrument you've never played but would like to. Guitar.

99. Have you ever been on tv or the radio? Myself, as well as my story, was on TV after my accident happened. 

100. What is the worst thing anyone could ever do to you? Physically hurt me.

101. Are you a fast typer? Yes.

102. How high have you counted before getting bored? I don’t know, but probably not very high. I probably would get to 100 and be over it.

103. Describe how you sleep. (ie. your position and/or how you fall asleep) I sleep slightly propped up and turned to my left side. I have indigestion and post-nasal drip issues, so I can’t sleep flat. I have a whole nighttime routine consists of scrolling through Tumblr, doing surveys, and listening to ASMR until I feel tired enough to fall asleep.

104. Are you straight, bi, gay? I’m straight.

105. Do you ever do something else while on the computer? If so what? Sometimes I’m watching TV.

106. What is the most expensive item you own? My MacBook Air.

107. How about the least expensive? My little knickknacks.

109. What do you do online? Check my social medias, watch YouTube, scroll through Tumblr, and do surveys.

110. Name some stores you've bought clothes in before. Boxlunch, Hot Topic, Kohl’s, JCP, Target, H&M, Macy’s, Forever 21... those are a few that come to mind.

111. Have you ever read a book and not understood it? If so which one? I struggled with mythology. I just couldn’t get into it, so that definitely didn’t help, and it was hard to follow.

112. Have you ever watched a movie and not understood it? If so which one? Yeah. Whenever that happens I jump on Google and read up on it afterwards. 

113. Do people pick up your slang language more than you pick up theirs? I pick up lingo from others most often. 

114. Are you easily influenced by other people, or current trends? No, I wouldn’t say that.

115. What makes you unique in your own opinion? I don’t feel very unique.

116. Name your worst quality. Where to start... .

117. Name your best. I like that I’m open-minded.

118. What would you like to do with your life? I need to get myself together and figure that out.

119. Do you blowdry your hair? Nah.

120. How many clocks are in your house? We have like 3 wall clocks and there’s digital clocks throughout the house on appliances and electronics.

121. Are they all set on the same time? The phones and electronics are. The others are a few minutes fast. My parents set their digital clock like 15 minutes fast.

122. Have you ever intentionally set a clock ahead or behind the actual time? Like I said, we set some of them a few minutes ahead.

123. What do you think about when you first wake up in the morning? "What time is it?"

124. Which browser do you use? Google Chrome.

125. Do you bite your nails? Ugh, I don’t bite them but I pick and clip at them with clippers constantly. 

126. Would you ever leave little notes to your gf/bf? Sure, I think that’s cute.

127. Ever been to a farm? Yes.

128. Tell me about your dream last night. I don't remember. I rarely ever do. What typically happens is I’ll remember when I first get up, but then it like vanishes. My dreams are like Snapchat. If only there was an option to save or screenshot them like Snapchat.

129. Ever seen a shooting star? No, actually.

130. Say one thing about yourself you've never told anyone. Uhhhh. I’m so boring, I can’t think of something interesting to share.

131. Do your days fly by or seem to last forever? It often seems like the days go by slow, but then before I know it it’s already been a whole week again and I’m like wtf it was just Monday? That’s how the years tend to feel, too. There’s definitely some days that just really seem draaaaag, though. And there’s something about January that always feels super long. 

132. Have you ever stayed in a fancy high class rich hotel? Yes. 133. Have you ever stayed in a rent-by-the-hour motel? No.

134. What in your opinion is the best advertising slogan out there? If they get stuck in your head then they’re doing something right. It’s gotta be catchy. Jingles work well.

135. When they start sending rockets to the moon for us civilians, will you be on the list to go? Noooo, absolutely not.

136. How are you feeling right now? Tired, kinda hungry, and lonely.

137. Have you ever written anything on your skin? Yeah.

138. If so what? Random stuff. That was something a lot of people seemed to do in like middle school and high school for some reason.

139. Which website do you frequent most often? Tumblr and YouTube.

140. What color are most of your clothes? Black.

141. Do you own any plants? Nope.

142. Are things as bad as they seem? They sure seem bad to me.

143. Describe the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you. My mom is amazing. She’s sacrificed so much. I’m 31 years old and require aid with some things and here she is still taking care of me and doing so much for me on top of working a full-time job, being a caregiver for a family friend as well, taking care of us as a family and of things at home, and she very rarely has anytime for herself. She’s spread very thin and works so hard and yeah I just could never thank her enough. She’s the absolute best and I would be so lost without her. I couldn’t keep going if it weren’t for her.

144. Ever looked directly at the sun? Yes.

145. Have you ever made a pin hole camera to watch the eclipse? No.

146. What's your favorite cereal? All the main sugary ones, ha.

147. Who do you miss? My loved ones who have passed away.

148. Name something you just can't forget no matter how hard you try. Uh, a lot of things. My mind doesn’t like me to forget things like that. It likes to remind me of them often. Things like that hit at random times as well, like my brain will be like, ‘hey remember when...’ and I’m like, ‘ugh, yes I remember you won’t let me forget.’

149. Describe the worst fight you've ever been in whether physical or verbal. I’ve never been in a physical fight, but there were some verbal ones. I don’t want to get into them right now.

150. Say something else about yourself you've never told anyone before. Noooo. 

[tabloidtoc]

Star, October 19

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Denise Richards: Lies, fights and seducing Brandi Glanville 

Page 1: Rebel Wilson’s Prince Charming -- funny lady Rebel gets a taste of romance courtesy of her handsome new boyfriend Jacob Busch 

Page 2: Contents, Matt Damon and Jodie Comer on the set of The Last Duel

Page 4: Mariah Carey’s memoir shockers -- haunted by a violent childhood and a controlling marriage Mariah reveals all in a powerful new book 

Page 5: Country greats Reba McEntire and Dolly Parton recently got together to commiserate and celebrate what it means to be a woman in the music business, for more than a decade Britney Spears has been subject to a legal conservatorship headed by her father Jamie Spears that dictates virtually every aspect of her life but now she seems to be inching back into control of her own life as pending a judge’s approval Bessemer Trust Company is expected to take over for her estate from her dad 

Page 10: Star Shots -- Puppy Love -- Jon Hamm and his new rescue dog Splash, Venus Williams and her dog Harold, Gavin Rossdale brought his dog Chewy for a tennis game, PLEASE ADOPT, DON’T SHOP 

Page 12: Eva Herzigova was ready to walk the runway for Milan Fashion Week, Stephen “tWitch” Boss and Allison Holker and Derek Hough and Addison Rae cut a rug recreating a TikTok dance on Ellen

Page 13: Danny Trejo teamed up with the Everest Foundation to hand out Trejo’s Tacos to homeless veterans, Olivia Jade and boyfriend Jackson Guthy during a dinner date, Megan Fox and Machine Gun Kelly at the release of his new album 

Page 14: Gwen Stefani at a shoot for her new line of eyewear, Ariel Winter shows up at a party at a pal’s house, Kit Harington spread the good vibes after wife Rose Leslie announced they’re expecting their first child 

Page 15: Serena Williams had a difficult start at the French Open, Chris Rock kicked back while having lunch at a SoHo park in NYC 

Page 16: Naomi Watts during a kayaking trip in Canada, Nev Schulman doffed his motorcycle helmet before heading into rehearsal for Dancing With the Stars, Josie Canseco flashed some leg modeling wedding gowns during a photoshoot 

Page 18: Normal or Not? Ireland Baldwin during a trip to the salon -- normal, a layered up Helena Bonham Carter shopping in London -- not normal, Florence Pugh encouraged fans to register to vote by promising to prepare a tasty dish on social media -- not normal, Jon Bon Jovi devoured New York City pizza old-school style while filming a segment for Barstool Sports -- normal 

Page 20: Fashion -- stars sparkle in rich jewel tones -- Gugu Mbatha-Raw, Kate Beckinsale, Hailee Steinfeld 

Page 21: Angela Bassett, Charlize Theron, Florence Pugh 

Page 24: Jessica Biel and Justin Timberlake’s new troubles -- is Justin choosing his career over his family? 

Page 25: Newly single Demi Lovato seemed to send a message to her ex-fiance Max Ehrich with a new song called Still Have Me -- Max has been begging Demi for another chance but Demi is listening to her gut, Kanye West is desperate to save his rocky relationship with Kim Kardashian going so far as to make an eyebrow-raising proposition because Kanye knows Kim’s been frustrated about their lack of intimacy so he offered her the chance to be with other guys if that helps them stay together but Kim has already been planning her exit from their union and Kanye’s suggestion didn’t help, nobody was more surprised by Lana Del Rey calling things off with Sean Larkin after six months together than the Live PD star himself -- Lana gave him the it’s not you it’s me excuse and promised to explain but still hasn’t and the two were discussing marriage and babies before she abruptly called it quits 

Page 26: Cover Story -- Denise Richards craziest Housewife ever? What really led to Denise’s dramatic exit from The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills 

Page 30: In a revealing interview Jennifer Aniston admits that she’s ready to turn her back on Hollywood 

Page 32: Perez Hilton tells all -- the blog master gives the scoop 

Page 34: They Lost Millions -- just because you’ve made a bundle doesn’t mean you get to keep it; these celebs frittered away their dough -- Nicolas Cage, Johnny Depp 

Page 35: Natasha Lyonne, Teresa Giudice, Stephen Baldwin, Kim Basinger 

Page 36: Style -- Vote 2020 -- JoJo 

Page 38: Health -- fitness fix -- Venus Williams 

Page 40: Entertainment 

Page 48: Parting Shot -- Lea Michele and husband Zandy Reich and their newborn son Ever out for a walk in Santa Monica