#A LITTLE MORE YAPPY TODAY!

[tulpartrials]

YA KNOW, SOMETIMES I THINK ABOUT MY SOURCE. AND I’M LIKE, WELL, DAMN.

I DON’T CONSIDER MYSELF PARTICULARLY SOURCE SEPARATED, IT’S NOT A GOAL OF MINE. DON’T REALLY CARE ABOUT IT. BUT IT’S JUST THAT THINGS CHANGE, NATURALLY, WHEN YOU FRONT MORE.

YOU HAVE NEW EXPERIENCES. YOU MEET NEW PEOPLE. DO NEW THINGS. I MEAN, FUCK, I’VE ONLY EXISTED FOR MAYBE A YEAR AND A HALF, AND NOW I DO REGULAR HUMAN THINGS LIKE… GO TO MY OFFICE JOB. GET COFFEE. GO TO THERAPY. HAVE RELATIONSHIPS, FRIENDSHIPS. FIND HOBBIES. DYE MY HAIR. EVEN MAKE A TUMBLR BLOG.

NOT LIKE THOSE WERE PRIORITIES TO ME IN MY SOURCE, BUT IN THE WISE WORDS OF FRANK SINATRA, THAT’S LIFE!

I USED TO HATE THE IDEA OF BEING STUCK LIKE THIS, AS IF IT HASN’T ACTUALLY BEEN PLEASANT. SURE, IT’S A LOT TO GET USED TO AT FIRST. I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF I AM, FULLY, USED TO THIS ALL YET. BUT IT’S NOT THAT BAD?

I LOOK AT MY SOURCE, AND LIKE, SURE. THAT’S STILL ME, I GUESS. BUT IT’S NOT ALL OF ME. IT’S NOT AN ACCURATE REPRESENTATION TO WHAT I AM, WHAT I’VE EXPERIENCED, WHAT I REMEMBER NOW. IT’S LIKE JUDGING YOUR WHOLE LIFE OFF OF YOUR HIGHSCHOOL YEARS! SHIT GOES ON!!!

SO, YEAH. WORD OF ADVICE TO ANY FICTIVES IN A ROUGH SPOT GETTING USED TO “LIFE NOW” NOT LOOKING LIKE IT DID. YOU’LL FIND SOME SIMPLE JOYS. THE HUMAN BRAIN’S A PRETTY ADAPTABLE THING. YOU’LL MAKE IT THROUGH, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

you trust me, yeah? // Quinn Hughes

is the line a little blurry or do i just like the way you sound?

AN: just a little part 2 of this story. This can definitely be read as a standalone.

WC: 1.3k

CW: weed/shotgunning, lake house shenanigans, thigh riding, Quinn's yappy, Trevor ruining a moment, a lowkey shitty ending bc I suck at those.

none of the photos are mine, i found them on pinterest. all credit to the owners.

Off season meant hanging out with the people you hadn’t seen all season or rather an excuse to get high and drink and be rowdy kids. Not being watched by a national sports league. You don't really smoke, never tried it. They never judged you for it, always offered if you ever did wanna try, they'd take it so easy on you and would never rush or push you into more than what you were comfortable with. Quinn made sure you never felt left out.

This is the time. you're gonna smoke weed today! you thought to yourself as you walked down from your bedroom. 

When you finally get to the yard, everyone's outside circled around a much too large fire pit. You're finally comfortable and there's no reason to be nervous. All your friends are right there. Quinn is right there. 

As the night goes on and more people are working their way inside to play some drinking games, you and Quinn are left outside with a half smoked blunt and a weak fire going. You'd take a deep breath, Quinn immediately catching onto your nerves. "Hey, what's wrong pretty?" Quinn always got a lil more affectionate when he was high. You weren't complaining though. After the last time, you wanted nothing more than him.

You'd shake your head and mumble “nothing”. He'd cock his eyebrow, not believing what you said. So you'd just quickly talk it out. 

"Iwannasmokeweedbutimalittlenervous" and you'd take another breath and stare at the fire. All to hear his sweet chuckle, "there's this thing that we could do, where you don't have to take a hit off the blunt. I could take the hit, give it to you and see how you feel." 

You're more confused now. What is talking about? How can you get high by not smoking it? He'd see the confusion on your face, "you trust me, yeah?" and you'd nod.

He'd pull you into his lap, and you're already bright red. Nervous, shy, hoping to all fuck that he can't feel how fast your heart is beating.

"Open your mouth a little bit." he'd relight the blunt, take a rather big hit, grab your jaw and pull you close. Close enough that his lips were on yours and blew the smoke into your lungs. He'd pull away a little, hand still holding your jaw. “See? Not too bad.”

You're both high, though Quinn’s way less high than you are. You're sitting on his bed together, pressed into each other's sides. The weight of him keeps you somewhat still. Some stupid movie he picked is playing and you aren't actually paying any attention to it. It's just background noise at this point.

You're hot and he is so close.

It's a problem that's been happening since the last night you were left alone with Quinn. Watching his hands and they way his arms flex and picturing back to the way they felt on your body. But right now his hands are the last thing on your mind, cause your eyes are stuck on his thighs, exposed by his stupidly small shorts. The fuzz of your brain moving quicker than your subconscious has you speaking something you never would've told him prior.

"I wonder if I can get off alone on someone's thigh."

Quinn’s brows scrunch, and he looks down at you a little wide eyed. "Huh?" You sigh a little. 

"Ya know," you say, biting at the inside of your cheek. "I just wonder if I could grind my pussy on a thigh and get off doing that and like just that. No actual sex, just that I guess."

He chokes on nothing. "What?" he mumbles again, but he's leaning down to you, listening fully now.

"Like, taking my pants off, then getting up on someone's thigh, rubbing against it and using it to get off." You lean back against his side and sigh.

Quinn can't even hide his boner anymore. His mind suddenly stuck on the image of his pretty best friend perched on his leg, begging, pleading him for something.

"Bet that'd feel good," he says softly, rubbing his hand on your shoulder. "Feeling a wet cunt on me. Helping you grind on my thigh." 

You don't even catch what he's said.

"Guess I'll never know," you pout.

His arm sneaks down behind you and around your waist and he's pulling you towards him. He leans down to your ear, whispering "Come here."

Your head snaps towards him, you furrow your brows. "What did you say?"

Quinn's pulling you into his lap, hands settling on your hips. His hard cock's pressing aginst your shorts.

"I said, come here.” His voice low, eyes searching your face. "We're best friends babe, already seen you spread for me. Just wanna see if you can do it'" He’s tugging at your shorts. "Can you take these off for me?"

You do, quickly. Body heavy, almost like you're in a dream and this isn't real. By the time you're snapped back to reality, his shorts are up, leaving his thigh fully bare, waiting for you. He raises his eyebrows at you, smirking. "Well, are you gonna try?"

"Shut up Quinny," you whisper. Your hands settle on his shoulders and you take a breath before moving down to his thigh, sitting on it. You whimper at the feeling, then fall into a fit of giggles. As you go to open your mouth Quinn grabs your hips and pulls you forward, your pussy sliding up his thigh and back to the position you were just in. "Oh my god."

"So fucking wet," he whispers, looking up at you with eyes, suddenly darker than they just were. "How long have you been this wet, baby?"

"Um - Uh. Not super long," you whisper, unsure of if he knows you're lying. As if he cant feel, just how wet you actually are. 

You move against him again, letting your cunt slide on the bare skin, you moan softly. 

"Oh, yeah?" Quinn asks, hands resting on your hips. Grip tightening each time you moan. "Feel good?"

"Uh huh."

He groans and uses his hands to guide your movements. Moving his thigh up every so often to add a little more pressure to your already aching clit. 

"Quinn, wanna-"

He stills your movements. "Wanna what, pretty? Wanna cum?" 

You can't form any words, just trying not to let the tears fall from his sudden stop. His fingers rub circles on the side of your thigh, and he pinches just to hear you moan. Making a mental note of that. "Asked you a question sweetheart, you want what?" 

"Wanna cum," your voice came out small.

He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, "go on, then. Let me see you cum, again."

His hands move off of your hips, and move to behind his head. Eyes trained on your body. Very obviously committing your wrecked state to his memory.

He’s sighing happily when he feels you move against him. "Doin' so good, don't gotta ask. Just go for it, alright?"

Nodding eagerly, you keep moving. Eyes closing as you're nearing the edge. 

His grip on your chin takes you by surprise, "eyes open, wanna see your pretty face fully when you come undone on my thigh. Wanna see how pretty you look when you make a mess."

"Oh, there we go, Atta girl. Come on." his eyes locked on yours, watching your mouth hang open. His finger finding a home against your tongue. “You gotta be quiet, don't want anyone else to hear you. That's for me only huh? Yeah it is. Gonna let me have it? Course you are, you're my good girl.”

He’s pulling you flush to his chest, hand settling on your lower back. “Did so good, pretty. I lo-” He's interrupted by his door handle rattling, forever thankful that even in his stoned thoughts he knew to lock the door. 

“Quinn! Where is y/n? I need her to settle an arguement.” Trevor’s voice slurs outside his door.

[wandering-pirate]

Headcannon: controlling jimmy like your evil little dog. Is he lowkey a psychopath? Yes. Will he do literally anything for you? Also yes

a/n: To the lovely anon who sent this, mwah, chef's kiss🤌🏻 you’ve unleashed something unholy. be warned tho, this entire thing? no thoughts, no logic, just pure, unfiltered degeneracy for our co-pilot (sometimes you just gotta let the intrusive thoughts write the headcanon, y’know?)

So enjoy the ride—you sicko. (cause girl, same.)

Jimmy x Reader

Jimmy Zane is one peculiar man, and somehow, he became your boyfriend. How'd that happen? You better blame your slasher-film obsession as a kid.

Your Human Guard Dog

The man acts like you're gonna get snatched from him 24/7. Imagine being in public with him. Scaring some, unnerving many.

Some guy accidentally brushes past you, and Jimmy’s already stepping up with a cold smirk

“Apologize. Or don't. Been looking for an excuse today.”

You have to grab and drag him away (not helping that the man's built like log) before he ruins a face for the second time this month. “Baby, please, we’re here for snacks.”

But the moment you give him a subtle signal, tho? Oh, it's game over.

Some creep starts chatting you up with a repulsive smile, and Jimmy doesn’t even raise his voice when he appears behind you. Just leans in, looking them dead in the eye:

“You wanna keep those teeth or should I start counting them out.”

You casually mentioned being annoyed at your co-worker for being too yappy and Jimmy?

Yeah, already halfway out the door

“Say no more, princess.”

Physically stopping him was impossible and you wagered with the pervert, all night letting off his steam through you

Your Unhinged Yes-Man

After the restaurant's reception was rude on your friends' night out. You texted him

“Ugh, I’d love to see this place burn to the ground.”

No replies from him, but 5 minutes later, you nearly drenched your friends with the wine you're drinking when you saw him outside, holding a can of gasoline

One time, you complained about someone’s annoying laugh. Jimmy didn’t say anything, just calmly glanced your way with that familiar glint in his eyes.

“Don’t even think about it,”

“What? I didn’t say anything, love.”

Later that night, he casually asked

“How much do you hate that laugh? Want me to rip their throat out? No more ha-ha’s ever again.”

“STOP TRYING TO SOLVE EVERYTHING WITH VIOLENCE!”

The man's pride was more hurt than his face when the pillow landed, you paid for it tho ;)

Your Deranged Liaison

Want something without spending a dime? You can get it by the magic effect of compliments!

"Oh, I love your jacket!" Boom, appeared in your closet the next day, suspiciously smelling like someone else’s perfume

"That scarf’s so cute!" Already folded on your pillow the week after, and you’re 90% sure you saw a TikTok about it missing

“Jimmy, why is there a name tag stitched into this shirt?”

“Souvenirs are better with backstories.”

"Is-- is this blood?"

You finally confront Jimmy: “Isn’t this… someone else’s?”

He just shrugs, smiling sweetly (unnervingly wide) “Not anymore.”

[togament]

as much as i love cute festival fluff with togame (someone else pls send in an ask for it lmao), consider confessing to togame on valentines with homemade chocolate since he’s a big foodie & he, more than anyone, would appreciate the effort 🥰

i can see him maybe not clocking the intention right away either bc he didn’t have friends until shishitoren (+ find it hard to believe anyone would be interested in him like that) & the thought of choji of all ppl making him realize it’s romantic bc the chocolate reader gave him “wasn’t as nice looking as kame-chan’s :<” is soooo funny to me

GHHRHRJRH GNAWING ON YOUR ARM THIS IS ADORABLE!!!!! kinda teared up a bit ngl. imagining a soft blushy togame got me in my feels. i feel like (Also yes pls someone send in a cute festival date hc with togame/any of your faves!!!! I have things to say about our turtle guy in particular but we can do your other faves too. idk i'm in a yappy mood.

“you’re finally ready to confess to togame after mulling it over for months. you even made chocolates for him to (hopefully) immediately devour. things don’t go quite as planned though.”

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : none just fluff, gender neutral reader, reader’s jelly and an overthinker, togame’s in looooove, choji’s a little shit (affectionate)

full story under the cut! fully SFW.

standing at the gates of the ori, you bounce on your heels in sheer nervousness, eyes tirelessly darting around in search for togame with two chocolate boxes in one hand. one smaller one and one huge and beautifully decorated one. god your heart’s beating a mile a minute and your brain’s working overtime. what if he got into trouble? a possibility. what if someone’s confessing to him? of course someone would. he’s tall, handsome, kind, can cook—what’s not to love?

what if someone asked him out on a date? shit.

..what if HE asked someone out on a date? double shit.

oh god. oh no. your form visibly slumps at the thought, doubtlessly breaking your own heart again. but hey, on the bright side, you could eat your own chocolates, right? you made them extra delicious too, making them into flavors you know he’d like. you even snuck in some ramune flavored sweets for him.

…you know you’d hate eating chocolates for the rest of your life after this.

but then, the sun in the form of choji, shines through the dark clouds in your mind. your body visibly straightens back up when you hear his distinct laughter and endless yapping along with the soft crinkles of cellophane and boxes. listening even closer, you can hear togame speak and get promptly cut off by the smaller boy.

breathe. he’s here.

shit— what if those boxes you heard were all his and choji was just carrying them with him? what if he already gave someone a kiss today? what if he’d take your box of chocolates and hand it to his date instead?? what if—

“oh hey it’s bunny.”

you were just ready to walk away when you were stopped in your tracks by his deep voice calling out the nickname he so annoyingly picked for you. even when you’re looking away you could just hear him smiling. you turn, giving both boys a slight wave before you’re met with the absolute mountain of chocolates choji and him are carrying.

you’re not the only one who wanted to confess to him then.

“hey uh-mind adding these to your pile?” you say, failing to mask the sadness in your voice. you catch yourself though, immediately correcting yourself. “got these for you guys. no biggie, really.” you made the chocolates. granted the smaller box’s for choji and it’s way less decorated compared to togame’s. more ‘default’ chocolate box than ‘I have liked you for the longest time please accept my love’ chocolate box. you yap some more, digging your own grave, “these were on sale today so… thought you guys might want a snack.” you didn’t get them on sale. hell you made each and every single one by hand for the both of them to suit their tastes. god knows how much time you and him have spent talking about cooking and food.

but then choji gasps.

“hey! lying’s not nice!” choji chirps at you, dropping the boxes of chocolates on the ground unceremoniously. togame could only look on since his hands are already occupied with even more of choji’s valentines chocolates. the smaller boy looks at you suspiciously, albeit playfully. "you made these, didn't you?"

fuck. he noticed. you stare at choji like a deer in headlights now, too stunned to utter a single word.

he eyes the beautifully painted box in your hands and you pray for the ground to just eat you.

“iiiiis that one mine?” choji points at the larger box, eyes shining. togame looks on though, silent but his mind’s racing too. little did you know the chocolates they were carrying were all choji’s, given by his droves of admirers and friends alike. while togame didn’t mind not getting any chocolates this year and all those years before that, he finds himself hoping.

please don’t let that be choji’s.

“Wh-no! it’s-“ “-kame-chan’s? waaah his box is way larger and prettier than mine is!” he cuts you off, eyeing the boxes as you hold them in your hand. still, he takes his smaller box from you. “why’d you give kame-chan a bigger one? you like him or something?”

a pause.

“is that why you’re blushing?” he prods, wiggling a finger at you. "is that why you're blushing too, kame-chan?", he adds, wiggling two fingers at the both of you.

you could just explode at that moment.

“HUH?? What??? n-no! I mean YES-“ “oh so you do?” choji adds, cutting you off again. Taking togame’s larger box of chocolates from your hands, he shuffles through the chocolate boxes he dropped on the floor, handing the taller, now stunned boy his first legit box of valentines chocolates.

you three are blanketed in silence. with the exception of choji’s giggles.

"choji wait-" “welp, I’ll be in the ori!” he brightly exclaims, swiftly taking all of the chocolate boxes from togame’s arms and off the floor, leaving him with the single, most prettiest one in the bunch.

yours.

choji leaves you both with a playful wink and you both stand there, glancing at each other and fumbling awkwardly.

silently, he opens your chocolate box and is immediately greeted with a beautifully arranged selection of chocolates and sweets. his gaze flits from the box, to your reddened face and back again. you motion for him to eat. and he does.

he didn’t think it was possible to like you even more.

he pops one of the ramune shaped bites in his mouth and his eyes immediately widen in delight behind his amber sunglasses. pushing the glasses up his forehead to meet your eyes properly, you fail to tear away your eyes in time.

“sure you made these yerself, bunny? could've fooled me. these are restaurant quality. ” he says in between bites. his tone’s something he only uses around you and choji. vulnerable, safe, gently.

your heart’s beating way too fast for your own good.

“mhm. thought you might like that one because y’know… ramune and all.” you respond, “your favorite, right?”

with an acknowledging hum, he closes the box, twisting and admiring the beautifully decorated container, a forest green box speckled with gold and ornate lines. you really set the bar way up high for him. he smiles softly to himself and you swear you see his cheeks redden a tint.

“…can ya teach me to make them?” his voice grows softer, just enough for you to hear him. “how’s next weekend?” as soon as the words escape his lips, his heartbeat rises up to his throat. what if you didn't want to? he's never done this before, making the first move. he still can't fully grasp why you'd go so far as make something for him, someone who's only respected out of fear, someone who's wronged so many for just one cause. it haunts him sometimes. the Shishitoren could forgive him but he can't forgive himself. why would you?

you'll convince him soon enough. make him see what you see in him, what others see in him.

now's not that time though. your mind’s already in another dimension, thinking about him giving his date YOUR dessert with the recipe YOU made for him. letting out a soft disappointed sigh before opening your mouth, you respond, “maybe I could.“

“Maybe huh.” he echoes you, arching a brow at you with a small frown ghosting his lips.

“yeah, maybe. I could send the recipe over to you if you want. you could try making it with your date-“

“date? I want to make them for you next month, doofus. only you.” he retorts, wanting to get his point across. he realizes you're overthinking again. he's assuring you. meeting your eyes, he sees the shade of red on your cheeks darken. you look like a fish out of water, mouth agape and eyes wide. extending a hand towards you, he nudges your chin up with his knuckle. “y’know what that means right? I like you.”

a small gasp escapes your lips.

“you do..?” a pause. “why?”

he laughs, playfully pinching your cheek.

“I just do, cutie. always have. I take it you like me too?”

you nod. do it properly this time.

“yeah. I really do.”

he smiles, dimples deepening on his cheeks. he looks so relieved you like him back. you swear you feel like you’re on cloud nine — is this really happening?

“it’s a date then." he says as he reaches over to pat your head. "you better not flake on me, bun. Else I’d take that imaginary date of mine out instead.”

scoffing, you push his chest and he lets out a soft 'oof'.

“you wouldn't dare—“

“ARE YOU GUYS DATING YET??”

choji screams from the distance, the entire Shishitoren gang’s staring at you both from the ori, desperately waiting for the both of you to finish. they've been watching you both the entire time with bated breath. his friends are all cheering him on.

a pause.

togame reaches over to hold your hand, intertwining his long fingers through yours. hoots and hollers echo as he waves them off with a hand.

you could only smile up at him, squeezing his hand into yours.

he squeezes back.

a/n: hehehehe self doubt togame making me soft. MAKE HIM FEEL WORTHY GOD DAMN IT. DATE HIM AND DATE HIM HARD.

[mahalkitamully]

screw ups ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

: carl grimes x reader oneshot !

can be platonic or romantic if u want :3

angst requested by da goat @cocomilaa

warnings: death, cursing, spoilers for s8 if u haven't watched it yet !

this ones a little long and yappy bc cami hasn't watched it in a while so i had to give a little refresher </3

ー

"are you fucking stupid?" carl glared at you as he watched you try and figure out how a gun worked. to say you were a screw up was an understatement. hell- michonne would scold carl in private for being too harsh, but whenever it was just you and him on a mission? you're cooked.

he'd blow up over the smallest things with you, but it's not that he didn't like you- it was the opposite really. he never knew how to show love romantically. he grew up in an apocalypse, sure he knew how to love his family but romantically? he had no idea. they say boys are stupid but damn was carl just idiotic. the thing is he was never like this when you two were growing up together.

"just go home before you get us killed." he grumbled before snatching your gun from you, fixing it before tossing it back carelessly. he saw the look on your face and he hesitated. you looked so shocked yet disappointed. he couldn't handle it ー he didn't know how to handle it. "you're not even supposed to be here." he walked ahead of you, his brows furrowed. you knew he was right- after all, you did just kinda tag along after seeing him sneak out.

"..stay close." he'd mumble, glancing back every now and then for you. even when he was mad at you, all he could think of was your safety.

"what're we even doing out here anyways?" you breathed out, wiping sweat from your brow after a few hours of walking. "what're we looking for??" suddenly you froze, seeing a man by a car in the empty gas station. it seemed like he'd been waiting for carl. "you're joking."

. . .

you, carl, and the man who's name you've discovered was siddiq, walked through the woods to get back home. just like all the other times you and carl were out, he lashed out at you. "damn it-! can't you just stop walking so slow for once and hurry up?? God- you're such a screw up!" he exclaimed, leaving both you and siddiq standing there awkwardly. you didn't even know what you did. "shut the hell up. all i said was it's gonna be dark soon and that it'd be quicker if we went-" you paused. you all paused. the sounds of the familiar moaning from the dead was ringing- almost everywhere it seemed. two, three- four walkers were on y'all. one on siddiq, one on you and two on carl.

"you don't have to do this man!" siddiq exclaimed as carl struggled underneath the walkers that had pushed him down into a log. you aimed your gun to shoot when- it jammed. you cursed, your brows furrowed before you grab your knife, jamming it into the walkers head. carl looked at you, before picking up his hat. "..lets go." he said sternly, walking off ahead of y'all. you could tell something was wrong, but you couldn't put a finger on it.

after you guys had hid siddiq, carl was acting different. he was more thoughtful in a sense.

"i'm sorry" he spoke, leaning his body against your bedroom door frame, looking down with guilt. "what?" you tilted your head, as he gazed up at you, his brows furrowed. "i'm sorry. for what I said today- and all the other days.. I've been stressed but- that's not an excuse." he spoke once more, leaving you a little stunned. you smiled lightly after a moment, your eyes locking with his. "its cool- you just gotta make it up to me somehow." you joked as he nodded. "I'll try."

he hadn't yelled at you since. he was more patient, hell- he was even gardening. he hasn't gardened since lori.

it wasn't until you guys were in the sewers when you realized he was bit. bit since the day you guys went out to find siddiq. he beckoned you over, his brows furrowed. "i know this entire time i've been an asshole to you but- I have a reason I swear.." he spoke weakly before handing you a letter with your name on it. "please- don't read it till i'm dead.''

. . .

even though he had asked for you to do it, you couldn't bring yourself to. he gently held your hand, his smile weak and his face pale. "I'm ready.. and please don't forget to read the letter." was all he muttered out before you pulled the trigger.

the thud of his arm on the wooden floor made you stiffen. he was gone. you weren't going to see him again.

the memories of you two flashed before your eyes, as you sat there on the porch, staring off into the distance. you breathed out heavily before you opened his letter, your hands gripping the paper tightly.

hey.

i'm really sorry for never really being a good friend. I got mad at you more times than I can count. growing up I guess I got worse.

i never could bring myself to tell you this in person. I didn't know how to express to you just how amazing I thought you were. honestly, you pissed me off with how affected you made me feel. I just wanted you to be safe. knowing I could lose you any second made me angrier at you for doing something reckless. i won't say I love you, even when i'm dying I think that's quick. I will always be grateful for you. for helping me after my mom, to being by me even when I was an idiot. live on for me will you? i never meant what I said. If I had one chance to come back, i'd use it to make it all up to you. i'm sorry I couldn't make it up to you. thank you for everything.

THIS IS SO BUNS ITS 3 AM RN IM SORRY CAMI

[yannaryartside]

Michael and Sydney: let yourself be

I just had this thought; I hope I can make sense of it. I want to talk about the show"s themes on what allows people to be themselves, pursue their dreams, and defend their identity, particularly amid toxic and abusive elements (family, industry, surroundings).

Long post under the cut, a yappy, unorganized meta. tw discussions of depression and addiction.

If you had to go on personality alone, what character would you say is the opposite of Michael? Michael was an outgoing guy who would command the attention of a room, making sure to read everyone and dial all situations. You may think Carmy is his opposite (we will talk about him later).

But in reality, the character who is shown to struggle with social situations the most throughout the whole show is Sydney.

Sydney has struggled with her leadership skills (commanding a room) and her ability to dial social situations (hiring new staff, dealing with the berzatto antics) for 3 seasons now.

And I think that is pretty interesting. These characters were constructed in a certain way, and there may be an extra theme in the background here: the audacity to be real to the world and to yourself.

Michael spent most of his life pretending to be a version of himself that could carry out his role in the family. He was the glue that kept the family feeling like family, making gatherings enjoyable, minimizing Donna's faults, and bringing everyone together. Is it possible that Michael never had a chance to show his real feelings growing up, and that is likely the reason he learned to use drugs to manage his emotions and hide his depression (because living a lie 24/7 has a toll on the heart).

He had a genuine talent with people (the same one Richie has), but he slaved himself into the role of "glue of the family," preserving the toxic systems around him and, more importantly, never recognizing how that dynamic had hurt him so much. He never gave himself a chance to dream his own dreams, maybe because he was afraid of being nothing without the role he had been fulfilling for so long. In that family restaurant, the one his father left behind, the same way he left him behind, the restaurant he desperately wanted to keep his siblings out of. He was protecting them, and he was also hiding.

(pause to cry, I love Michael so much)

Sydney is a person who is always herself; she has her heart on her sleeve and shows who she is and what she cares about constantly despite being brought down over and over again. Despite how much it hurts her, she doesn't want do do things in a way that is contrary to her nature and values. When presented with the toxicity of the kitchen (that Michael used to run and that Carmy made even worse), she battles fire with little drops of water (patience and firmness) that build up to create the ambiance of trust within the staff today.

Sydney wanted to make a difference because she believed everyone has a chance to do better. And Michael thought it was his duty to keep things the same, despite how awful it all was even to himself.

He believed in Carmy's potential to the point of excusing his belief that he could never do better than what he had done.

This is also illustrated by the show of how much the staff felt threatened by Sydney in s1, because they believed (kinda like Michael) that they never could be better of what they had, that there is no better, not for people like them. Better is for geniuses and people without baggage.

They believed change would prove them inadequate, and Sydney showed them the chance is to support you, not destroy you.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORST PART OF THIS IS?

Neither of them had any choice. Yes, we are all creatures of fault with a chance to change, but 75% of our being is preprogrammed. We are the people that we have built ourselves to be to survive in the world around us.

Sydney had a chance to let herself be and Michael didn't.

Sydney had an incentive (a loving parent) to recognize her own feelings and identity growing up. Michael didn't. Despite how flawed she may feel, at least she knows the basics of who she is; Michael could never look at himself and his wounds because that would be admitting he didn't want to play his usual part anymore in the facade that was the happy Berzatto family.

Both the Berzatto and the Adamus are working class (besides mafia links that may have put them in a financial crisis). Yet, Mr Adamu can encourage her daughter to follow her dreams in an industry as unreliable as fine dining. Meanwhile, Michael was told: "you are gonna do the same shit as your father because that is what you are supposed to do"

My last point is back to the dinner and the party afterwards.

It is not an accident the most confident we have ever seen Sydney is at a table surrounded by mentors and peers. She values her experiences and dreams and is eager to share, be nurtured, and nurture others. That is the basis of connection. You cannot connect if you are hiding.

Carmy was in the same party, hiding in his fear of his abuser, and previously, he had desperately tried to fit in the frat party to the point of pretending to be someone else. Carmy pretends to be Michael, but Michael never allowed himself to meet his true self.

[fawnsflowerbed]

hi bee!! im back again :3

okok, we know all the hype for hybrid reader, but what about puppy hybrid leon? i imagine he would be so happy to see you come home from work and start pawing and jumping on you 💔

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UGH DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTEDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!

Puppy Leon is EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!!!! It's always RE2 - Darkside Chronicles Leon I think of for the puppy posts cause he's more puppy than dog if that makes sense :3

He's such a lap dog!!!! Biggest cuddly baby ever!!!! Huge whiner, has to pad around after you like a lost pup because he needs to know what you're up to!!!! Does the little circles at the bottom of your bed before slowly crawling his way up inch by inch to stare at you until you pull back the covers so he can climb in <3

HE IS A SHELTER. DOG. I TAKE THAT TO MY GRAVE. YOU GOT THAT SWEET MAN AT A SHELTER OR FOUND HIM CURLED UP AT YOUR DOORSTEP. HE SHINED HIS BIG OL' WET PATHETIC EYES AT YOU AND YOU C A V E D !!!!!!

AND YES THE JUMPING!!! He hears you get home and his feet and skittering across the floor almost sliding as he yaps and paws at the door for dear life, greeting you with rushed words of 'You're back!' 'Hi!' 'I missed you!' 'How was today?' 'Do you need help carrying that?' 'Hi owner!' 'I was good today!' 'Did you miss me?' Yappy little man you own my HEART!!!

He HATES the vacuum cleaner, bites at the air around it with perked up floppy ears and furrowed eyebrows. He LOVES tug of war and fetch, and grumbles during bath time until it gets to the scrubbing and soaping part cause then his foot is tapping when you scratch a good spot behind his ear or on his scalp all gentle!!!!

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Hi, I discovered your writing today and I loved it. So I wanted to request the frist years with a partner who is gender fluid.

First Years With a Genderfluid Partner

Characters; Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt

Content; Genderfluid reader (I don't use pronouns though, since everyone's experience is different), fluff, crack, romance, some implications that strangers are rude but not in detail

Word Count; 600+

Author's Note; Sorry that these are pretty short anon (brain is being mean), but I hope that you enjoy!

Ace Trappola

He’s still a little imp, regardless of everything else. But he’s perceptive. He notices the small things; and he’ll reaffirm you as well.

“Huh, they’re not all that bright if they can’t see that you’re obviously the coolest person around,” he’d scoff. “I mean, my dad only allows me one gender- OW WHY DID YOU HIT ME?!”

But he would say things like that, but he does in fact think you are the coolest person around. 

He does take mental notes; of what terms make you happy (pronouns and pet names), what clothing makes you comfortable, and more. No, he doesn’t keep a little notebook, but he has it memorized. 

Deuce Spade

Always checks in to make sure that you’re comfortable; he doesn’t want to screw up, even if it’s something you may consider small. He’s just trying his best and wants you to be happy.

“Wait, do I call you my boyfriend, girlfriend, joyfriend, partner? I want to make sure that you’re okay with it.” He asks that question pretty often, since he wants to make sure that you’re okay with it; you always come first.

He learns more about your identity, only because he’s curious and feels that he needs to do so. Please tell him to put the books down and just come and hang out.

Well-meaning but a little too gung-ho. He just doesn’t want to mess up, but he also wants you to be happy. 

Jack Howl

The most normal of the group; he likes you for you and nothing changes really. He’ll touch in though, making sure that you’re comfortable.

He would let you (within reason) try out some hairstyles or makeup that you want to try out on him. He doesn’t really mind, plus sometimes it takes looking at someone else to realize that that look is indeed a look and a great one at that.

Jack is a pretty large guy, so if you’re smaller than him he raises a brow at you stealing his clothes. But if you’re larger than him? He might wear one of your outfits (he likes lowkey matching outfits couples do).

Super understanding if you have ‘blah’ days, and will let you vent to him. He may not have much to say, but he’s there when you need him.

Scary dog privilege #1

Epel Felmier

He would come to learn more about your identity throughout your friendship before the two of you started dating. May have messed up here and there at the start, but not anymore.

The accent will be coming out if someone is being rude towards you, and Epel doesn’t care if he gets scolded or not; no one treats you rudely and gets away with it.

Pomefiore also helps him understand that gender is a spectrum; nothing is wholey masculine or feminine, that they blur, and that blurring is beautiful. 

“Pardner” is one of his go-to endearments; you’re his partner (in both the romantic, but also if either of you feel like committing felonies).

Scary dog privilege #1.5 (scary like a very yappy pomeranian way)

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek definitely knows a few people who are genderfluid back in Briar Valley; fae live for a long time, so playing with gender is pretty normal. He commends you for being honest with yourself.

Now, he is putty in your hands, absolutely WHIPPED for you. You thought the praise he was singing for Malleus was bad? Well, multiply that by fifty.

But it’s quiet, not shouted. Yes, it is still obvious for anyone to see; the way he holds your hand and looks at you. You are the royal of his heart; his Monarch, King, and Queen.

Would be semi-awkward if the two of you went to a pride event; he just doesn’t know what to really do. He's having fun, just awkward.

Scary Dog Privilege #2

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[burekforsatoru]

the family business

chapter 1 of stardewnatural | read it on ao3 stardew valley/supernatural crossover sebastian/sunny (original character) nobody really has a car in pelican town. so it's a little strange when a '67 chevrolet impala appears parked at the bus stop. soon, farmer sunny meets two monster hunters sent on a mission to figure out the (more than the usually) weird things happening in this quaint town. wc: 2.2k tags: light violence, banter, some innuendo, sam and dean being sam and dean

friday, day 5 of fall

nobody really has a car in pelican town. at least that’s what sunny has thought until she walks past one on her daily walk into town.

the day starts like any other fall day until now. the very first friday of the season always begins with groaning while waking up at six and having a quick breakfast with her coffee, feeding the cats, giving them some attention before heading out to pick up any crops that were ready, emptying the kegs and grabbing everything she needed for the usual trip into the town square when…

there is a menacing, old black car that stays parked next to the broken-down bus just outside the tunnel leading to the desert. being somewhat late in her daily schedule, sunny doesn't stop to take a closer look, but faint voices can be heard as she keeps walking, stepping on crinkly leaves littering the path. “i’m telling you it's just in your head.”

“and i'm telling you there was a little… i don't know what it was but it was in the bush!”

“you need coffee.”

“i'm telling you there's something sketchy going on, sammy.”

certain she will find the owners of these voices later in town, probably in the saloon, she kewps walking, keeping herself as close as she can to her planned out schedule. but the oddity of unknown people sticks in her head.

“sorry, sorry, i got caught up with the canning,” sunny immediately starts explaining as she walks into pierre's store, balancing a big basket full of items on her hip, “here's the bok choy you wanted.”

she passes the ripe vegetable to the bespectacled shopkeeper in exchange for 120 gold that she pockets before quickly waving and disappearing through the door. 

“woah, easy there, farmer.” a surprised voice snaps her out of focus as she nearly collides with the body in front of her. she apologetically looks up and fixes the soft knitted beanie on her head.

“sorry, doc, in a rush this morning.”

looking at the watch on her left wrist, she notices the time. 9:10. shit, she was already supposed to be on her way up to the mountains.

“hey, doc, shouldn't you already be at the clinic?”

the town doctor stutteres, brushing his hair out of the way and fixing his brown framed glasses before rushing off into the store, muttering something about running out of coffee grounds.

sunny shrugs, fixes the basket on her arm, and starts towards the old community center, bracing herself for another collision with the world of supernatural beings living alongside them here in pelican town.

“hey did you see the car?”

a voice greets her at the door to the community center, the voice of, as of only a few days ago, her boyfriend, sebastian. his dark hair glints purple in the rare fall sun, and he wears a sweet smile – it’s nice seeing him finally in his element after so much summer heat. he approaches and pulls her into a hug, ignoring the fact that she’s awkwardly balancing a nearly full basket of stuff from the farm and the local mines. in fact, there is something in there for him as well.

“you saw it too?”

sunny responds as he slides his hand in hers, walking back to the town square with her since he knows her schedule for today. 

“sam heard it when he… anyway he called me all excited and yappy, wouldn’t shut up about it ‘cause he thought i’d wanna check it out. i mean, he was right.”

“looks cool, though, doesn't it?”

“what does?”

“the car, silly.”

“oh hell yeah, it's a beaut.”

she raises an eyebrow, but quickly shakes her head at his comment. of course he'd call a car beautiful, he’s somewhat obsessed with cool cars and motorbikes, having the latter himself. she remembers all the midnight rides on that motorcycle of his, the way he would speed up just to have her grip onto his waist tighter, the wind in their hair, the view when they would park and…

“you see who drove it?” his voice snaps her out of her head.

“huh? oh, the car?”

“earth to sunny, you awake?”

sebastian reaches out to poke her on the cheek, smirking as he does so. by the pep in his step it’s obvious that he’s getting genuinely excited to see the car, it iss certainly not an everyday occurrence to have new people and a new vehicle in town.

sunny murmurs something about being frazzled today, probably from having a late night planning for the stardew valley fair.

they make their way to the bus stop, murmuring good morning to a few people in passing.

“hey sunny, you got any pumpkins going?” abigail's voice carries through the window of her bedroom. sunny looks up to see her smiling face peeking through.

“oh, i've got a bunch planted for you!”

abby blows her a kiss and disappeared into her room again, leaving the pair to keep walking past the store, past the clinic (still open despite their only doctor being outside in the park), and to the bus stop where the broken down bus has been sitting unmoving for years.

sunny can almost feel the excitement radiate from him, he squeezes her hand a little more as they approach the car, half-hidden by the shadow of the tunnel. 

“yoba, look at that design…”

his voice is full of awe, he keeps going towards the car, offhandedly mentioning facts about the build of the car, about the sleek design, about the engine it must have…

and she can't keep my eyes off him. his eyes shine with fascination, with wonder at this machine in front of them. where she sees a cool vehicle, he sees the ingenuity, the remarkable angles. 

“...really wanna hear it”

she snaps out of the admiration to his words, realizing she's been clutching the basket a little tighter. barely has she had time to smile at him when an angry voice bellows from behind.

“hey! get away from the car!”both of them quickly step back, sebastian with his hands already up in a gesture of surrender. two men approach, one with short hair and a face full of rage, the other taller, long haired, and with a look of worry.

“we’re…” she pulls sebastian back a little, keeping him closer to her in case they go for him because he is closer to the car “so sorry, we didn’t touch it or anything we just… looked, it’s rare to…” she snaps her mouth shut and tilts her head to the side as the shorter, angrier man approaches the car as one would a lover, caressing it while checking for any dents or whatever else they could’ve done to it in the short time they’ve been near. sunny could’ve sworn he called it baby. 

“forgive my brother, he’s very…” the taller man looks at the brother in question and then back at them, clearly noticing their questioning expressions “ besotted with the car.”

sebastian raises an eyebrow at him and lookes at the man checking the car, letting out a little huh as if to say yeah no shit.

there is a weird pause, seb and sunny awkwardly observing the car caressing, and what seems to be loving whispering, while the taller brother’s eyes flit between his, clearly embarrassing, brother and them two.

“i’m sam. that’s my brother dean.” he takes a long step towards them, seriously, how tall is this guy , and holds out his hand. sebastian shakes it immediately, looking up at sam , who is nothing like their sam.

“sebastian. this is my girlfriend , sunny.” as she shifts the basket to shake sam’s hand, she notices sebastian’s hand suddenly find its usual place on her waist, tugging a little closer to him. she smirks at his action before looking towards the newcomer.

“sunny. sorry if this is rude but…” she eyes the other brother, dean, who finally stops touching up his precious car to join his brother in introducing himself and shaking hands, “what are you doing here exactly? the fair isn’t until the 16th.”

“the fair?” those are the first somewhat polite words directed at them by dean. he fixes his jacket and looks the pair over, as if estimating whether or not they’re from this earth or not. his eyes land on the basket in sunny’s hands, no doubt wondering why the hell she is carrying so much assorted stuff with her.

“the stardew valley fair?” sebastian sounds surprised that someone would venture into pelican town without the intention to attend one of the festivals. in his mind, there has been no other reason to be here… well, at least not until he and sunny got closer.

“sure, the fair.” the taller man sounds unconvinced, but the look in his eyes as he turns to his brother tells everyone involved to just drop it.

“we’re hunters,” dean explains, “you know, anything out of the ordinary, anything… strange, we hunt it and save people. it’s kind of a family business.”

strange and out of the ordinary. the family business . that description just about covers the entirety of pelican town. from the forest spirits to the town wizard living on the outskirts of the town. and sunny knows a thing or two about keeping a family business alive, not that anyone in said family can actually properly appreciate it.

“like slime hunters?” she blurts out, causing sebastian to snort in laughter. sam and dean look at each other in confusion and maybe a little offense.

“sl- slime hunters?” dean raises an eyebrow, looking like he is about to explain how he is more dangerous and serious than anything called a slime hunter could ever be. clearly he hasn’t encountered a slime before.

“yeah, the slimes in the mines?” she continues, ignoring the fact that sebastian tugs on her sleeve a little, leaning closer in warning.

“uh, sunny? i don’t think they know about the slimes…”

the silence is heavy. there’s heat climbing up into her cheeks, making her hear heart beats in her head. oh, she’s blabbed too much again. she turns her head to sebastian, but he just slides his hand into hers now, drawing little hearts with his thumb over her knuckles.

“okay so other than… slimes … did you two maybe notice something weird going on around here?” sam questions, earning a sigh from sunny and a light chuckle from sebastian.

“look, the weirdest thing in this town right now is you two.” unlike sunny’s awful overthinking about whether something she said would be taken as rude or condescending, sebastian has no filter. if he speaks to people in the first place, he doesn’t give a fuck about keeping them placated. “we don’t get many people just walking in and out unless it’s for festivals, and certainly not with awesome cars like that one.” he nods towards the black car, making both brothers follow his gaze as if to make sure it’s their car he was talking about.

sunny shifts the basket again as she clears her throat.

“look, if you hunt… weird things, maybe you could talk to marlon up at the adventurer’s guild or to rasmodius.”

“asmodeus?” dean looks alarmed at the mention of the wizard, but his misunderstanding of the name earns him a smack on the back of his head by sam.

“she said rasmodius, dean.” sam rolls his eyes briefly before continuing, “that’s the wizard, right? we were actually sent by a… friend of his. where could we find him?”

sebastian quickly explains how to get to the wizard’s tower, wondering how the hell they know this wizard’s friend.

sam and dean make their way towards the cindersap forest, throwing one last glance at the car as sebastian and sunny stand at a respectful distance from it, as if warned not to try anything funny.

“that was… weird, right? it’s not just me?” sunny’s question makes sebastian chuckle.

“as much as i’d love to say it was just you being weird, i have to admit they were…” he finishes the sentence simply by shaking his head a little.

in retaliation for his cheekiness she lifts their intertwined hands and bites his knuckles gently, making him nudge her with his shoulder.

“keep nudging me and i’m not giving you your gift.”

“gift?” he leans in and kisses her temple, melting her with his spontaneous signs of affection. “you’re gift enough for me.”

she looks up and saw that self-satisfied grin on his face he wears whenever he thinks he said something incredibly funny. after the initial reaction of just rolling her eyes, sunny pulls out a somewhat chipped piece of obsidian from the basket. seeing his eyes widen in excitement makes all the bruises and scratches from going into the mines worth it.

“wait, seriously? is that obsidian? oh man, you know it’s exactly what i’ve been looking for! i’m gonna see if i can shape it into a dagger!” with a smile he takes it from her hand wrapped into a cloth and puts it into his jean pocket.

the sweet gift earns her another kiss on the forehead and one directly on the lips, the one she never wants to pull away from.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕒𝕗𝕦𝕊𝕚𝕓 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕠𝕦𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @miguelito-maruti-blog request: My Request for today: My MafuSib! Reader with Shizuku, Emu, Toya and Mizuki hanging out! You can insert that they invited their groups, but I can see MafuSib having a break from his usual routine, finally donning a true smile (cue Emu and Shizuku smiling, seeing that he’s smiling).

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ YAPPIE MAFUSIB IS BACK!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic

It all somehow started with Mizuki... they told you you're not socializing enough and need to bond with more people! They know you got along with Toya, so they offered a hangout with the three of you and~ 2 other friends of theirs! And maybe even your sister if she'd be down?

That's how they reached other two girls... caring idol and way too energetic pink girl... all from your sister's school. And one even went to the same club as her! That's why you've already known Shizuku a little bit. But Emu wasn't a total stranger to you either!

"Makotoky~!! Wonderhoy!!!"

As pink haired girl ran towards you and threw her hands around your neck, the other girl from miyamasuzaka followed her path, also getting close. Tho not as much as the other one...

"I brought cookies~ You like vanilla and apples, right?"

"Yeah... I do actually..."

You replied with a bit of softness in your face, which didn't go unnoticed to Mizuki who was already chilling on the blanket with Toya!

"He loves apples!"

"I'm glad I remembered correctly! I'll go place it with the rest of snacks~"

And so, Shizuku came over to the other two chilling on blanket, already treating them with her handmade sweets~ That seemed to catch Emu's attention, as she let go and ran up to others.

"They look so cute!! You're a real chef, Honomori!"

You simply observed at the whole commotion untill Toya moved to the side, patting spot next to him while looking at you. In exchange you gave him small nod and sat down next to quiet boy, you found pleasant~

On your left, there was Shizuku holding out box with vanilla and apple cookies to you.

"Want to give it a try as well?"

"Sure."

Replying shortly, your hand reached for the apple cookie. As you tried it... it was great! Maybe apples were kinda melted but they were still really good and sweet!

"They're great..."

"Awh, I'm glad! Here, have some more~"

"Aoyagi, you should have some too!"

"Yup! They're so good!!"

"Alright then... thank you for preparing this for us, Honomori."

"I'm simply glad you like it~"

You looked around... you had friends... every person here was to hangout with each other... but also you! And it was surprisingly nice~

Maybe some were a bit too energetic to spend your every day with them but... for a while, it was a nice change~

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[writeriguess]

So katsuki dating a trans male who has a dog okay and when they go to pets mart....the employees are always like oh look it's the boy with the two dogs one fur baby and another human baby 🤣 please i need this in my life

Lap Dog

The jingling of your dog’s collar is the only thing keeping you anchored as you walk through the sliding doors of PetSmart, Katsuki’s hand loosely resting on the small of your back. The scent of kibble, hamster bedding, and an overwhelming mix of dog shampoos floods your senses. Your pup, a boisterous golden retriever named Mochi, wags his tail excitedly, his leash held firmly in your grasp.

You barely take two steps inside before you hear it.

“Oh, look! It’s the boy with the two dogs!” one of the employees calls out with a delighted laugh, nudging their coworker. “One fur baby and one human baby.”

You groan, face heating up instantly, while Katsuki stiffens beside you. The vein in his forehead practically throbs as he whirls around, red eyes narrowing at the employees behind the counter.

“The hell did you just call me?!” he barks, his voice echoing through the store.

The employees exchange amused glances, clearly unfazed. “We’re just stating facts! He’s got his big fluffy golden retriever,” one of them gestures to Mochi, who pants happily, oblivious to the situation. “And then there’s you—grumpy, explosive, always making a scene. Sounds like a little angry Pomeranian to me.”

You let out a snort before you can help it, clamping a hand over your mouth to stop the laugh threatening to bubble up. Katsuki whips his head toward you, betrayal written all over his face. “You think this is funny?”

“A little,” you admit, biting back a grin.

“Tch.” Katsuki crosses his arms, scowling as he glares at the employees. “Dumbasses. Call me a dog one more time, and I swear—”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be mad,” one of them teases. “You should be honored! We don’t just hand out ‘good boy’ status to anyone.”

“Shut the hell up!”

Mochi barks happily, mistaking Katsuki’s raised voice for excitement, and starts tugging you toward the treat aisle. Katsuki, still fuming, follows begrudgingly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Dumbass employees,” he grumbles under his breath. “Comin’ here just to get insulted. Ain’t even worth it.”

“You say that,” you tease, “but you’re the one who insisted we come here instead of ordering online.”

Katsuki glares at you, but the tips of his ears are turning pink. “Shut up.”

You chuckle, giving Mochi a pat on the head as he noses through the bags of treats. “It’s not that bad, y’know. They’re just joking.”

“They joke like that one more time, and I’m dumpin’ a whole bag of kibble on their heads.”

You roll your eyes fondly. “Sure you are.”

Just as you reach for Mochi’s favorite bag of treats, another employee walks past, giving you a bright smile. “Oh, hey! It’s the boy with the two dogs again!”

Katsuki growls. You barely manage to drag him away before he causes an actual scene.

By the time you reach the checkout line, Katsuki’s still grumbling under his breath, arms crossed, looking like he’s two seconds away from exploding. The cashier—bless their soul—looks between you, Mochi, and your fuming boyfriend before grinning. “Need help finding anything today? Or are you just here for treats and a new collar for the little angry one?”

“THAT’S IT—”

You grab his arm before he lunges over the counter. “Babe. Breathe. It’s fine.”

“It’s NOT fine! I’m not some damn yappy lap dog!”

“Yappy lap dog?” The cashier pretends to ponder. “Nah, more like a Shiba Inu. Stubborn, aggressive, but super loyal.”

Katsuki stops mid-rant, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “…Shiba Inu?”

The cashier nods. “Yeah. Y’know, the cool but aloof ones that secretly love their owners more than life itself?”

You watch as Katsuki’s expression twitches—clearly fighting the urge to deny it. He crosses his arms with a scowl, looking away. “…Whatever. Just ring up the damn treats.”

You’re grinning so hard your cheeks hurt. As the cashier scans the items, they wink at you. “Take good care of your two dogs, okay?”

Katsuki groans loudly while you burst into laughter, Mochi barking in agreement. This is definitely your favorite pet store.

[phanbeats]

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ahh hello!! you've caught me in a yappy mood and you've handed me an excuse to yap about ANYTHING I WANT so i shall!!!

we're going to talk about painting today bc that's what I'm doing rn. remember that one time Phil attempted to do a Bob Ross painting? well, i love him dearly, but he was not holding anything correctly. the paint palette should never be held vertically, bc that leads to the paint sliding right off onto you and every surface in the vicinity. the palette knife should be held carefully, like a pencil or perhaps a fork, with the tip of the blade parallel to the canvas and angled upwards so that when you apply it to the canvas in a downward diagonal stroke, the paint slides off of the knife smoothly and evenly. also, that easel Phil was using was worse than garbage, you need a sturdy surface to work on. And the paint brushes- pay attention to the way Bob Ross holds them through each step, because Phil was not doing that and it is in fact possible to achieve different effects with the paint based solely on the way you are holding your brush (or your palette knife, or any other tool you might use).

now, i personally have never tried oil painting, because oil paints are expensive and they take a long time to dry. i use acrylics instead. but i will say that Phil did the right thing by making sure his canvas was wet before he started! unfortunately, he used too much paint when he started on the clouds, and not enough when it came time to paint the mountains. Between that and the way he held the tools it really is no wonder it started to go wrong! And then, of course, he started panicking, which made things worse overall <3

i love that video, and i love pointing out all of the little mistakes Phil made as a novice, because those mistakes help me better understand how a beginner might approach painting. I've been doing it for so long that i no longer remember the mistakes I made personally, so it's very refreshing to be able to look at Phil's work and say "Oh, that's what went wrong!" I feel like it helps me better understand how the medium works from a technical perspective, because I often work intuitively and don't really know how to explain my thought process while working.

At this point I feel the need to share some of my work, because while this is just a hobby of mine, I do know what I'm talking about. I mostly paint landscapes, so that's what I will display here.

It should be noted that the last piece is my current work in progress; I haven't finished with the clouds yet at all (truly I've barely begun with the clouds) and I'm sure I'll find a few other things to fiddle with as well along the way, but I figured I ought to include it anyway as I used the same palette knife technique for the volcano that Bob Ross uses for the mountains in Phil's video.

The other paintings I've shared are older; the waterspout I finished about two years ago and the other two were each completed four or five years ago now. I don't keep the majority of my work, as I simply don't have enough wall space for it, but consequently I also don't have a ton of examples for my more recent work on hand.

Anyway, I hope this little rant has been entertaining! I'm going to get back to painting now. :)

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Lakeside Light - A Samoth/Reader One Short Story.

I'm in my long haired men era, besties. Also, the creativity is coming back with a boom, it seems. Another bit of (early 1990's) Samoth smut for my babes to enjoy, the other guys in Emperor get a brief mention, too. Inc. Faust being a little demon, because he has that vibe about him!

Words - 2,985

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“What do you call four black metal musicians lost in a forest?” 

Ihsahn is the first to turn back and look at you, shrugging with a small snort of laughter. “I give up. What do you call four black metal musicians lost in a forest?” 

“Emperor.” 

Your joke has them all laughing hard, Faust then turning, gesturing all around with a small flourish of his arms. “We are not lost! I know exactly where we are.”  

“You said that ten minutes ago, and we are still no closer to where we began,” Samoth speaks, the tall, impossibly attractive man stationed at your side. He then turns to you, giving you a soft nudge with his elbow. “It is a good job I at least know exactly where we are. Him? Broken compass.” 

“I heard that,” the broken compass throws back over his shoulder. 

“You were supposed to.”  

They hired you to take their pictures out here. The comedy of their rapport with one another is a very welcome addition. Not all of the bands you’ve ever been tasked to photograph have been quite so friendly. These young guys, they don’t take themselves as seriously as some of their contemporaries you could name, but for professionality's sake, will not.  

“You don’t live too far from here, do you?” you ask, falling back into conversation with him. He was the one who first reached out to seek your services, and all throughout the day, he has been the one you’ve gravitated toward as well. That gravitational pull? Entirely mutual.  

He points to a slightly higher cluster of trees in the middle distance, the evergreens thickly frosted with a liberal dusting of snow. “My house is just through there. Small place, but it’s nice. There’s a beautiful lake about fifteen minutes away from it. You should take some pictures around there, too.” 

“Not today, man,” Faust speaks, his ears picking up on your chatter. “My fucking balls are frozen.” 

“Didn’t mean of us, I think she’s got enough already.” Turning to you, his expression is questioning. “If you’ve nowhere else to be today, I could take you there?” 

“Tomas, stop trying to get in her underwear.”  

Faust and his mouth. You’ve a feeling it’s a regular occurrence. Smiling, he laughs softly through his nose, shaking his head while running a hand through his silky locks, his cheeks pinking a little. “I’ll push him off a cliff, one of these days. It’s only because he’s a decent drummer that’s prevented me so far. Yappy bastard.” 

You’re actually a little disappointed that your time with these guys is coming to an end, the hilarity of them bantering with one another especially, but getting to extend that time with the one who’s caught your eye the most? You’d be a fool to refuse. Besides, with your photographer’s eye ever roving, keen to capture as much of the natural beauty of the area as possible, it’s truly an opportunity you cannot refuse. 

“Sure, sounds great.” 

A wolf whistle then sounds from ahead. “Hey, make sure you use a condom,” Faust speaks, turning to point at his bandmate with a wicked grin. “You don’t know where he’s been, but we do!” 

More laughter abounds, Ihsahn and Tchort clutching their sides as they double over. Samoth is far from impressed. 

If there was a nearby cliff, you feel Faust be sailing straight off it about now. All jokes aside, you return to your cars after a further ten minutes of trudging, the other three getting into the one driven by Ihsahn, Samoth, or rather Tomas, as he insists you call him, climbing into yours.  

“Go about three kilometres up this road, then turn left at the white houses,” he speaks, warming his hands as the heater radiates into life. “Mine is the one with the black door.” 

You have to wonder how remote it is, to be able to identify the house simply as the one with the black door, but once you arrive, you see why. The small side road contains only five little houses, his the second one along.  

“Leave your car here, you can’t drive to the lake,” he smiles, glancing at you as he steps out of the car. “Trust me, it’s worth the walk.” 

Following him, you can't help but admire the tranquillity of the place. The air is even crisper and clearer, carrying the scent of pine and fresh snow somehow more intensely perfumed there than up in the thick of the forest. He’s very lucky to live so close to this, you think, the city dweller in you experiencing a little pang of envy.  

He leads the way down the narrow path, occasionally turning his head to make sure you're keeping up. His confidence in navigating this terrain is apparent, and you find yourself appreciating his ease in the natural surroundings. 

“You’ve got a good eye for locations,” you comment, trying to match his long stride. 

“Thanks,” he replies, his voice warm. “I spend a lot of time down here. It’s my escape from everything.” 

It doesn’t take long before the trees part, revealing a picturesque lake, its partially frozen surface illuminated brightly under the afternoon sun. You pause for a moment, taking in the breathtaking view, the peacefulness of the scene a stark contrast to the lively banter of the band you so enjoyed earlier.  

“Wow, this is beautiful,” you say, setting down your camera bag. 

Tomas smiles, clearly pleased with your reaction. “I thought you’d like it. Ready to take some more photos?” 

You nod, already mentally framing the perfect shots. As you begin to set up your camera with a different lens, you can’t shake the feeling that this day has turned into something quite different from your initial expectations. After all, the man who you’re accompanied by is yet to truly tear his eyes away from you. 

Aiming your camera, you capture a few shots, turning to zoom in over where the surface of the lake has thawed a little, the water shimmering like a cluster of jewels bobbing across the surface. He stands quietly to your side while watching you work, a soft smile playing on his lips as he observes your dedication to your craft. 

"Do you always get this absorbed in your photography?" he asks, his tone genuinely curious. 

"It’s hard not to," you reply, adjusting the focus. "Capturing moments like this... it’s always exciting for me, to find new and beautiful things to photograph." You can’t help yourself then, raising your camera to click a couple more, but not of the lake. Of him. 

He drops his head momentarily, his face partially hidden behind his long curtain of brown and blonde-streaked hair. With the sun backlighting his handsome features perfectly, you know it’ll make for a captivating photograph. “Don’t think a woman has ever referred to me as beautiful before.” Looking back up at you again, the intensity of his stare has your stomach fluttering pleasantly. God, those eyes are so blue.  

“I could have used many other adjectives.” A smirk teases your lips, very pleased with yourself that you have him alone. Flirting with an audience – and one as noisy as one third of that audience happened to be with his regular chipping in – has never been in your interests. You’re much more comfortable being brazen solely in the company of the man you wish to reveal that to.  

His eyebrow tugs up slightly, lifting his chin. “Such as?”  

“Well...” Placing your camera down inside its open bag, you step toward him, a flirtatious smile widening your mouth. “It’s more of a statement.” Raising your hand, you grasp the silver Mjolnir pendant around his neck, gently moving it back and forth along the chain. “Sexiest man I’ve seen in quite some time, and definitely one I know I could have a good time with, should there be you, me and a bed involved.” 

A quiet, yet filthy chuckle rumbles his throat, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. “You’re forward. I like that.” 

“Why waste time, right?” you reply, your voice sultry and teasing. 

Without further hesitation, he leans closer, his body heat seeping into you even through the layers of your winter clothes. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “So, I’m taking you home, then?” he asks, his voice a seductive whisper. 

“You’d better be. I’m not having sex with you out here in minus ten degrees.” you answer, Tomas chuckling quietly. The anticipation between you is palpable, the quiet surroundings amplifying the intensity of the moment. 

His lips finally meet yours, a gentle yet passionate kiss that has elation winding through you immediately. The world around you seems to fade away, the serene lake and the crisp winter air becoming mere background to the heat of his kiss, the sensation of his tongue rolling sensuously against yours.  

His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss gains fever, your fingers moving to tangle in his hair. The need in his touch matches your own, the cold air forgotten in the heat of the moment. His breath mingles with yours, the taste of him intoxicating. 

Tomas pulls back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours, both of you catching your breath. "I can't wait to get you home," he murmurs, his voice laced with desire. 

“Mmm,” you hum, kissing him again. “Same.”  

Gathering your belongings with haste, you set off back through the trees, the route seeming to take much less time than it did to arrive. With every step taken, the palpable tension only grows, each shared glance and fleeting touch igniting sparks of anticipation. The shared silence only serves to add to it, the energy between you both crackling in the cool air.  

Once through his front door, and with heavy winter coats and boots shed, your kisses resume, Tomas steering you in the direction of his bedroom to the right of the small, single-story home. Clothes are discarded in a trail leading to the bed, the two of you eager to feel skin against skin.  

The bedroom is warm, a stark contrast to the frigid outdoors, and the heat between you both only intensifies as your bodies fall onto the bed. His hands are everywhere, exploring your body with a fervent need that matches your own.  

Each touch sends a flurry of glimmers down your spine, igniting a fire that consumes every part of you its blaze rushes against. When his fingers finally settle within the velvet folds already dewy with want, his breath hitches, teeth softly nipping your neck.  

You moan soft on a breath, and he kisses it from you with lazy heat, fingers still stroking deftly with a deliciously gentle rhythm, sinking down to push within while his thumb gently rubs heat at your bud. Dexterity in shades, this man, hardly surprising for a guitarist. Finger precision is a hallmark of their craft, after all.  

Euphoria begins to pulse, white-hot embers crackling at the base of your spine, panting against his lips as fervent kisses gain further urgency, his groan quiet yet sinfully deep when you reach to begin caressing his cock. A shift of his hips gives you better access, your hand clasping gently, pulling along the length of him, feeling his teeth crush a bite upon your lower lip.  

You stroke him with a little tease, edging on firmer pressure only to draw back, your thumb swirling over the head of his cock, smearing precum around, feeling him jerk against your grasp.  

“Fuck,” he hisses, “you’re too good.” 

You move your mouth to his neck, kissing the column of his throat. “I’ve only just started,” you chuckle richly, tongue wetting a line where gritty stubble flecks his pale skin.  

“And if you keep on like this, I will be finished much too soon.” He grins widely, shared laughter softly rending the air, kissing you again before he slides from your grasp, lips planting heated kisses over your skin until his mouth is level with where his hand has conjured nothing short of magic.  

He guides a long, slow lick right through your folds, focusing intently at you over the rise of your breasts, eyes lust blown and dark, repeating the action, the nectar of your cunt soaking his tongue. Heat suffuses through you, your hands lacing into the long silk of his hair, your hips rising off the bed as your body vies for more purchase. 

It is granted, circled licks rolling over your clit, and you feel him smiling against you when he hears your breathless whine in response to it, his lips enveloping your swollen bud in a suck. The pressure is soft at first, quickly intensifying, backing away when you jolt, his tongue returning to you.  

The pleasure of it settles deep, winds around your bones, has you gasping with every keen flicker, his fingers sinking back into the plush of your cunt, angling to stroke exactly where you need them to be. Sparks burst, flames licking your blood as the pleasure skitters wildly, his free hand moving from its place curled around your thigh to press against your lower abdomen. You have no idea how, but the action only makes your pleasure further radiate, crying out as every lick intensifies over your swollen bud.  

He seeks to make you shatter against his mouth, and when you do, colours spark behind your eyelids as it coils and then strikes like a viper, your hands tightening in his hair as you cry out. It leaves you breathless, trembling and wracked with oversensitivity, Tomas grinning at the mess his mouth and fingers have left you in.  

“You’re... fucking amazing,” you pant, watching him reach for the bedside table draw, pulling a condom out. 

He tears the corner of the packet with his teeth, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m even better with my dick.” Those words cause excitement to fizz through you, in no doubt his statement will most definitely be fulfilled as he rolls the thin tube of latex down his ample cock, guiding it to your folds.  

The friction of him rubbing himself along your slit, cockhead nudging over your clit has you panting, that little edge of tease amping your need. He pushes, splitting you around him as he slides into your cunt, a low groan gravelling his throat.  

Out of all the beautiful views you’ve gazed upon today, this one tops the list, watching as he pulls your legs flush with his chest, turning his head to kiss your ankle as his hands glide in a deft stroke over your shins. 

He fills you completely, bottoming out and dragging back deliciously slowly, letting your feel every ridge of his cock as it parts your soaking walls. Those first few contained thrusts sear into you, glimmers flaring over your nerves in an endless bloom of ecstasy, Tomas leaning to press his lips to yours in a kiss steeped in honeyed embers as he drags your insides slowly.  

A sudden, sharper roll of his hips forces a cry from you, your legs forced back into the cradle of your elbows, watching him enjoying how well you bend as he sucks your nipples. His hands are freed now that you hold yourself spread for him, clenching a hold upon your thighs that leaves red crescents upon your skin.  

All that was contained is quickly forgotten, your cries filling the room as you’re pounded into the bed, the friction perfect from the tilt of your legs, your cunt hugging his cock deeper. You feel as if you are splintering beneath him already, sharing further kisses steeped in filthy heat, watching as he sits back on his heels to view the sight of him arrowing your soaking little hole. 

He slows a fraction, thumb moving to gently press at your clit, rubbing in gentle circles, and you feel comets streaking beneath your skin as a result. God, what a good choice it was to act upon your flirting with him, now receiving perhaps the best fuck you’ve had in months, your legs tensing as the pleasure winds tight, the ruck of his hips hard, hipbones digging into the back of your thighs as he adds speed once more.  

The unfettered vigour of it has you both ascending sharply, you the shore his waves break against savagely, his groans steeped in salt and grit as he fucks you furiously. It fractures, and you clamp on him tightly, pleasure rolling over you, his cock pulsing through every wave of your undoing as he comes shortly after the nirvana of it sets you completely adrift.  

“Fuck,” you pant, stretching your legs out again, his head softly thudding to your chest, body collapsing atop yours as his chest heaves. “That’s one way to warm up after being cold all morning.”  

“I think I need to go and throw myself into the snow to cool off again,” he jokes, pulling from you and removing the condom. You feel empty without him there, but after disposing of the filled latex he returns to you, pulling your legs apart once more. “I’m not going to, though. Quite happy where I am.” 

As his mouth reconnects with the ruined mess of your cunt, so are you.  

[living-mites]

Mnnnbb angst

angst is my middle name omg let me cook

(idk if u were asking for it but i js got my acrylic nails off and im a yapping machine) TW for alcholl and depression ig

SO when Dallas died Buck went into a crazy depressive/manic episode where he couldn't keep the bar/road house thingy open bc that is where dallas lived ofc and Buck saw himsself as a father figure to Dallas and it was hard to watch Dallas run himself to the ground.

Tim also had a hard time and he took it out on his gang and Curly + Angela. He drank more, and smoked more, started to become a lot more reckless which ofc effected his little siblings. AND Pony let him have the st. Christopher necklace which he wears NON-STOP

When Johnny died his parents cared but they didn't go to the funeral because it was "too much for them" but in reality- they were drinking themselves under the table and didn't even try to attend.

Ponyboy suffers major major trauma (obvi) but it's to the point where Darry can't light a fire on the stove or fireplace or even a candle because it brings back too many memories- similarly, ponyboy can't take baths or go to the pool without getting harsh flashbacks of the drowning.

Cherry suffers from depression and she believes that what happened to Bob was all her fault, and that she could have prevented it by not sitting with Ponyboy, or trying to stop Bob from drinking and driving.

Marcia already has mental issues (in my mind) and her parents are kinda forgetful and I feel Marcia as bpd or something of the sorts, so when Cherry is distant and depressed from her literal Boyfriend dying, she feels like she is alone and nobody wants her as a friend.

Randy cuts off all ties with everyone (even Marcia) after Bob's death so that he can improve his mental health.

-This is all Headcanon but bro i'm so sorry im feeling extra yappy today.

[changingplumbob]

Yappy little ramble

Just wanted to let y'all know why I might be less talkative than normal. This stomach bug is absolutely draining my energy right now. My IBS is so not impressed and the nausea and pain are pretty constant. My digestive system is gurgling 24/7 which helps 0%. My shoulders seemed to have stop hurting though so that's... nice?

I watched Taylor Swift's Era's Tour Taylor's Version and loved it! Great distraction, do recommend. I probably shouldn't have sung along to every song though because now my throat is threatening to kill me as well.

Anyways it's hard to write when I feel like this but I'm hoping to be able to play sims after my lunch. Someone is going to age up and you know how much fun I have learning more things about my characters and doing a makeover/room reno for them (and then remembering all the things I had planned to do in their previous age span but forgot about)

Okay I'm off and with any luck my lunch will stay inside me today. Toodles! Can you tell I am also sleep deprived?

[cass1x1]

things you said when you were crying | keiran/yasmin 🥺

@gerrykecy tw lots of gun mentions

For a long time after, Yasmin sat in the bedroom, eyes fixed on the little bit of window not covered by the curtain. The pistol lay, empty and safety on, in her hand, almost like an afterthought. She hardly seemed to be breathing, which gave the room an eerie silence that Keiran's presence disrupted. She didn't react. She didn't turn around. She just sat and watched, unblinking. Unmoving. Unfeeling.

"Babe," he said softly. Nothing. "The officers said--"

"And you believe them?" It was the first time she'd spoken in--god, hours, probably. Her voice was rough from disuse. Made rougher by her offense at the idea that Keiran listened to a blessed the feds said. "I never took you for stupid."

He didn't answer that, though she heard his sharp exhalation. Outside, their neighbor with the yappy dog walked out and let the dog piss right on their mailbox. Bitch. Yasmin's fingers flexed against the pistol. When Keiran spoke again, he was closer. On the other edge of the bed, maybe. She couldn't look. It would mean turning away from her sliver of window. "They've increased surveillance. They are trailing the car we saw. We're--it's going to be okay."

His voice was so gentle that it made her sick. She couldn't stand it. It didn't belong with her, here, in this place. In this time, where the only way to keep them both alive was to hold her pistol, watch the window, and regret that she hadn't brought anything bigger with her.

He belonged with that other woman. The one she had to pretend to be, who smiled and made nice. She could have this man with his gentle, coaxing voice and his soft mannerisms and his trust in the fucking feds. She was welcome to it. All of it. Yasmin would keep her pistol and her watch and keep them both alive.

He continued to approach her slowly and when he was close enough to enter her periphery, she turned her head away. She couldn't see the window, but she didn't have to see him. At least, not until he came all the way too her, right up next to her, the side of his body lightly brushing the side of hers.

When he spoke, this time, it was only a whisper. The quietest sound. "Yasmin." It was that--the sound of her real name, even in the barest whisper--that startled her. His hands came to hers and she let him lift the gun out of her grasp without any fight.

Despite herself, a small sob escaped. It was hardly more than a hiccup, but it was enough. His arms came around her, pressing her gently but firmly to his chest, and the dam broke. She didn't weep so much as shake and sob. He cooed and petted her hair nonetheless, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

"I don't trust them to protect you," she whispered against his shirt, hoping he could only feel the breath but not hear the words.

He rubbed her back. "It's okay. We're okay."

"It scared me. When I thought they were here, it scared me."

He just shushed her, tracing circles with his palm on her back.

He couldn't hear her. Or he wasn't listening to specifics. Either way, it made her next words safe. "I can't let them get you."

His hands stopped so abruptly, she knew she'd been wrong. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away so he could look her in the eye. So she would have to look him in the eye, after that. "We're going to take care of each other. I won't let them get you, either."

She watched him after he said it, as his eyes seemed to be trying to drill into her. She watched, and blinked away tears as they tried to well up, and sniffled when her lungs wouldn't bring air in right. Twice, she opened her mouth, but she couldn't find the words.

After the second attempt, he slid his hand up to cup her cheek. "Let me take care of you, amali." My heart, he'd told her. She pressed her lips together as her eyes welled up again and gave a small nod. She would let him take care of her, for today.