#And that just makes me feel horrible about it

[something-like-a-heart]

I ran up against this with a couple of friends of mine about seven years ago, around the same time as I first started to realize that I might be some kind of undiagnosed kind of neurodivergent. They'd needed a ride to an appointment and I drove them; following the appointment, which had yielded some unexpected but great news (for which I offered sincere and enthusiastic congratulations), one of them asked me if I was hungry, and I answered honestly that I had already eaten breakfast, so I was fine.

Wrong answer, apparently. The question she asked may have sounded like "are you hungry?" because those were the precise words that she used, but apparently she actually meant, "I've just gotten some good news and I want to celebrate it with food somewhere.” Both of my friends got extremely upset with me for shitting on her good news and ruining the day. Meanwhile, there I was, wondering what the actual fuck I had done to make them so mad at me. She’d asked a question and I had answered it honestly. I had failed to discern the unspoken question behind it, and as a result, I very nearly lost two of my closest friends. The drive back to their place was incredibly awkward and when I was on my way back home, I received a lengthy text from the other one detailing exactly how terrible a friend I was for ruining her wife’s morning and how horrible I’d made her feel with my thoughtlessness. It was a very long time before we really managed to patch things up. Even so, we’re still not as close as we used to be.

I still don’t really understand why “good at communication” has to automatically equate to “doesn’t say what they mean and gets upset when you take their words at face value.”

Allistic people really need to stop phrasing requests as questions because it's fucking with me

"Do you want to help me cook dinner?"

No, I'm still overwhelmed from earlier and want to stay in my room.

"well fine, dinner will be ready when it's done." And now they're upset with me

And I'm just here like ???????

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Two Three Four

“What?” Steve’s on edge, he doesn’t mean to snap, it just comes out that way. Eddie’s gone from never looking at him to...always looking at him. And the scrutiny is...it’s so fucking judgemental. Eddie has a horrible little smirk on his face as he fucking stares, eyeballing the drink Steve is pouring for himself, Steve is on the edge of just...screaming at him, or something.

Eddie huffs, rolls his eyes, but still doesn’t say anything.

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, takes a deep calming breath, and reminds himself that absolutely none of this is Eddie’s fault. They’re alone for the first time in a while, so Steve takes his chance, “I’m really sorry, about what I said, okay? I’m sorry I...tricked you. It was wrong, it was absolutely a dick move, I had no right to know, and I’m sorry.”

Eddie does look away then, deflating a little, Steve’s apology seems to have knocked the wind out of his sails, or something. Diluted the anger a little, at least.

“It’s…” Eddie shrugs, staring the shit out of the kitchen floor, “my Steve didn’t drink.”

Steve scrunches his nose up, surprised, “what, at all?”

Eddie shrugs, “glass of wine with dinner maybe, if we went somewhere just the two of us but...no. Not really,” he keeps picking the label off his own beer.

“But why?” Steve asks, so incredulous at the revelation that he forgets to be pissed off.

Eddie won’t look at him now, though, tinking a ring against the glass bottle. The moments long enough that Steve knows Eddie’s debating if he should tell him at all, but eventually Eddie sighs, “when Ronnie was tiny, she got a cough. She was like...fine, we didn’t think anything of it, just thought she was being grizzly or whatever. And Steve had a drink, and I hadn’t, so it was fine but, I checked on her, and she was fast asleep but like had a raging temperature. And it didn’t matter, we had baby meds in the house, we were prepared but...Steve got so worried. He was like but what if we’d run out of meds or...or they didn’t bring her temperature down and she needed urgent care or whatever. I mean, she was absolutely fine, we changed her out of her footie jammies and the medicine worked just fine so...literally nothing happened but...Steve still got so worried about it. So he decided he needed to always be able to drive just in case and he just...stopped. Drinking.”

Steve wants to open his mouth and dispute it. Wants to tell Eddie he’d never fucking do that, that he isn’t the paragon of perfection Eddie dreamed up while his body was busy beating the crap out of every one. That he can’t possibly compare...but he can see it. He wouldn’t miss it, he knows he wouldn’t, and it’s the logical way to make sure his kid is fine then...yeah. Steve would, the thinks. He thinks he would do that.

“He sounds like a good guy,” Steve answers softly.

And Eddie, Eddie smiles before biting his lips together. He closes his eyes and swallows, thick and slow, his voice breaking when he speaks, and Steve knows that Eddie’s fighting a loosing battle against the tears, “he was.”

“Do you want…” Steve holds his arms out, and Eddie all but falls into them, “I know I’m not him, okay, I know that, but I’m here, if you want me to be here.”

Steve thinks he feels Eddie nod, as he sobs against Steve’s chest, curled up so Steve can hold all of him. And Steve cries too. He can't keep the tears inside. Eddie’s pain is palpable, and this isn’t about Steve, not really, Eddie’s Steve was real to Eddie but...the details. The details of Eddie’s story are gutting to listen to. He had a child, and she grew up, and Eddie...he remembers all these little details of their lives.

“Why are you crying?” Eddie chokes out through a sob.

“The footie pajamas,” Steve manages through his own tears, “you had a little girl Eds, you had a little girl and you-” Steve can’t finish it, it’s just so horrible. So unbelievably cruel. Steve can’t even imagine, not really, “I’m so so sorry you went through this. It’s my fault, if I’d taken you with us, if I’d gotten you out, I didn’t know Eddie I swear I didn’t know-”

“I know. I know. Stop it. I probably...I’d be dead now, if you- although I don’t know if that would be better.”

“Jesus,” Steve drags him close drags him into a rib crushing hug, tries to press Eddie inside him, “don’t say that. Jesus Christ, please don’t say that.”

“I...okay.”

Eddie becomes his shadow, which is...kind of weird but also not. Steve doesn’t mind Eddie being there, not at all. He keeps feeling...strangely guilty, about the whole thing. Like it’s, at least, in some way, Steve’s fault, no matter what Eddie might say. Logically Steve knows Eddie’s right, and isn’t that ridiculous, that Eddie has been reassuring Steve? But Eddie is right, Steve couldn’t have known what would happen, no one could, and...Eddie was dead. There was absolutely no way to predict what could have happened but...Steve wears it anyway.

Not to mention the fact that Vecna must have chosen Steve to be Eddie’s imaginary husband for a reason...he must have...liked Steve, for that to work right? Before everything, it must have been realistic to Eddie’s mind that Steve was the one. At least, the thought must have been present enough for that to...take root. Steve doesn’t know, not really, but it haunts him anyway, a loose tooth that, although is painful, he can’t help fiddling with. Even though it’s nothing to do with him, not really.

Eddie stops drinking. He has his last beer, he in fact makes a point of telling Steve that it’s his last one, and not to buy more. So Steve gets one too, they chink them together, and drink them. Then, without speaking, Steve gathers the remaining seven beers out of the fridge and they stand side by side, shoulder to shoulder, pouring them away. It feels kind of poignant, and a little ceremonial. It feels like an important moment, one Steve will look back on, “you still could have had them,” Eddie points out quietly.

“Nah.” And then that’s...kind of it.

Steve can tell when Eddie really wants a drink. He gets antsy, the kind of restlessness that comes out as destruction, and Eddie gets snappy and bitchy and...hard work, to be around. Sometimes. He swears a lot, gets angry over nothing. There’s a lot of slammed doors and angry clanking and music played loud enough that Steve winces and leaves the house for a while, not really caring what the neighbors think.

Steve lets it wash over him, or at least, does his best to, at first. But finding Eddie shredding the pages of a note book, one at a time, and then getting shouted at for simply asking, “you okay?” Steve starts to figure this isn’t sustainable.

He honestly feels like he’d be taking his life into his hands if he dared suggest Eddie go to some sort of therapy – and who could he talk to, anyway? How could Eddie tell someone on the outside that he’s lived a full life, that he’s lost an adult child and been married for like, thirty years by the age of twenty one?

Steve ducks the notebook as it wings passed his head, watching as Eddie stomps out the back door, slamming it behind him.

“Am I...uhm, gonna’ get anything thrown at me?” Steve doesn’t come too close, just in case. A torn up notebook cover might not have hurt, but the beer bottle still stands out in Steve’s memory. He wonders vaguely if he should have called one of the girls to do this, but it feels cowardly.

Eddie shakes his head, gesturing vaguely with his burnt out cigarette. There’s a neat little row of butts and a scrunched up packet next to Eddie’s boot. Steve pulls up a lawn chair next to him, “sorry,” Eddie says quietly, pointedly not looking at him.

“Yeah, it’s okay-”

“No it isn’t.”

“No...probably not but...I get that you’re hurting, is what I mean.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says again, vaguely, “sometimes something just…” Eddie sighs, and after a few minutes Steve realizes he’s given up and isn’t going to say anymore.

“Reminds you?” Steve tries.

“Yeah,” Eddie gestures again vaguely, running his hand through his hair. It’s looking a little greasy, but Steve knows that at least Eddie stood under the water this morning so he will take what he can get. His clothes are clean today, at least, and that’s a little win considering can go days with no interest whatsoever in his own personal hygiene.

“Do you...want to tell me?”

Eddie sighs a big sigh, “I wrote a song for Steve, for like, our seventh anniversary. Something like that. I wrote it out, to check I still remember. I do.”

“Oh. That sounds...really nice.” That is...very romantic. It makes something flutter a little, inside Steve, because no ones ever done anything like that for him, put in work. It doesn’t take much for Steve to see that Eddie is absolutely that kind of guy. The all in kind of guy, “I bet he really appreciated that. I bet he loved it.” Steve knows he would.

“Yeah,” Eddie rasps, “yeah he did.”

[stellaralignment]

This is not a bit. This is not a joke. This is not a rickroll. This is not a gotcha.

This is one of the most powerful pieces of writing i've ever read. It says everything. It asks the questions directly. It tastes. It feels. I cannot express the emotions it is making me feel.

the RAGE i am feeling, having read it, reading the wikipedia article about "critic" after "reviewer" after fucking absolute horrible person who fueled the fire that burned away at Isabel, who admit and admit and admit they never even read it. They just didn't care., didn't care about the effects of their actions. They can not be trusted with the power they have.

I'm furious that I'm just now learning about this. That this is the first i've ever heard of this story or Isabel. Read it again.

I Sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter was one of the best works of sci-fi of our generation and one of the best works of transgender fiction ever written, and there are world renowned authors who still have successful careers after they publicly assassinated the nascent woman who wrote it. I don't think they should ever know peace.

[archangeldyke-all]

hii angel! can you write more of the young lovers sevika x butch reader againnn? hihihi

fuck yes, this might be my fave little story we've got going right now

men and minors dni

it's a hot, humid day in the undercity. heat rises, sure, but sometimes the smog gets so bad the heat gets trapped. today is one of those miserable days.

it's horrible. you're sticky and stinky and sweaty no matter what you do. you've considered shaving your head clean bald, but sevika says you'd look like a thumb, so you've shelved that idea for the time being.

the only upside to this heat is having an excuse to strip down to your undies with sevika.

you're trying not to pass out but the combination of the heat, sevika's boobs in one of her old, very outgrown training bras, and the joint you've been passing back and forth are all making you dizzy.

and then, sevika tries to kill you.

"will you give me a hickey?" she asks.

you choke on the smoke you'd just inhaled, sputtering on your spit as you sit up from the couch. sevika snorts and smacks your back a few times as you cough. eventually, you gasp for air and glare at her. "a little heads up would be nice!"

"we're just sitting here!" sevika giggles.

you try to ignore the butterflies raging in your stomach and the heat building up in your cheeks. be cool. you think. please, for the love of janna, be cool. you clear your throat one more time. "but... yeah. i can give you a hickey."

sevika's eyes sparkle, and your heart skips a beat. "really?"

you shrug. "how hard can it be?"

"i'll give you one once you give me mine, if you want." she offers, snatching the joint from your hands. she takes a puff then snuffs it, smirking at you the entire time.

fuck, be cool. "o-okay." you squeak, your voice cracking. sevika snorts and you cringe.

"you nervous?" she teases. you huff and cross your arms in front of your chest.

"no." you lie.

she grins. "you liar."

"you can't just spring a request like this on someone and expect them to be normal!" you squawk. sevika can't stop giggling. the sweet sound of it makes the mortification of this moment a little more bearable.

"s-sorry, sorry." she laughs. "i forget you're such a baby, baby."

you can't even be upset about her calling you a baby, because she called you baby. "i hate you." you lie. sevika grins.

"no you don't, dumbass." she lays down on the couch and stretches out like a cat. "come here." she whispers.

you scramble to lay on top of her. you're both sweaty and sticky and laying on top of her only makes the heat worse. you couldn't care less.

"why do you suddenly want a hickey?" you ask, tucking sevika's hair behind her ears. she blinks up at you dreamily.

"'cause i like making out with you and i wan' other people to know i make out with you." she says simply.

oh. now you feel hot for a completely different reason. "o-okay." you whisper. "so... i'm just gonna..."

"suck and bite, babe."

"ew, sevika, don't say that." you whine. sevika giggles and cups your face, pulling you down to her throat.

she squirms a little as you peck a line down her throat, giggling as you lick up a line of her sweat. but then her hands trail down to your hips, and her legs intertwine with yours and--

you bite her, gently. sevika gasps, then giggles softly. "mmh?" you ask. she understands you, even with her flesh between your teeth.

"i'm good. keep going." she whispers.

you gulp, biting a little harder, letting your mouth close around her skin. she keeps squirming underneath you, giggling and gasping; and she smells like sweat and weed, and you think you might be in heaven. "hmm." you moan against her, and sevika squeaks.

she laughs and smacks your shoulder "okay! okay--"

you pull back, something and proud blooms in your chest at the tiny little bruise forming on her neck. "oh. hot." you whisper. sevika cackles.

"your turn." she says, pushing at your shoulder. you nod excitedly, letting her flip you... only--

"oh, fuck!" you grunt as you and sevika fall off the couch.

the hard floor of your hideout knocks the wind out of you, but you're laughing so hard you wouldn't have had any breath anyways.

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[postersofleon]

A Good Dog's Reward

Leon S. Kennedy has been pinning over Ada Wong since he first saw her. Was it pathetic of him wanting to love a mercenary who will use him over and over again? Maybe, but that wasn't important right now. Ada promised him a romantic night in a lonely town. All Leon had to do was go after her. Finally, after thirteen years, Leon was going to fill her touch without the gun against his head. As he took a sip of his flask of whiskey, he eyed the door now. Waiting for the knock of Ada Wong.

content: smut and fluff (?)

notes: i have been busy working and being depressed so sorry about that. anyways, she/her pronouns for afab; i thought about this for a while, and ada would probably do this. imagined as og leon's plot in re4, sexually frustrated leon. basically, the reader is a replacement of ada, but leon ends up liking the two women for two different reasons, leon kind of sucks but not like horrible. is it good? i haven't written long stuff for months. not proof read

He was a trained soldier, and he was wasting his skills as a stupid lovesick man. Leon's eyes stared at the wall, counting the stupid flies that buzzed around in this ill ventilation room. The air conditioner wasn't even the ones with a solid base. It was one of those weak small ones. It was already broken and Leon tried fixing it with by cleaning the filter.

Nothing.

Typical of Ada.

Every second of his life, Leon was getting proven right that Ada was a complicated person to love. He was the stupid moron who decided to believe her words over and over, and he was spending his vacation in this stupid town.

God, Ada. Leon thought bitterly. It's 2011 now. You can't just leave me here with my dick in my hand.

Leon has been emotionally unavailable for every single woman in his life because of Ada. Ada couldn't give him a proper chance, and he didn't even care that he lost his chances with Claire, Angela, Ashley, and Hunnigan. He had to hope Ada wouldn't be cruel again, so his ear was focused on the door. Every couple of minutes, a married man would bring his mistress into the room beside Leon's. They had sex for thirty minutes, and they were out. Leon had heard eight couples having sex. Eight. He heard the cleaning lady's limp walk on her good leg, slightly dragging her hurt leg into the broken porcelain tiles. The cart was shaking all the items.

He trained with Krauser.

For this?

He heard a woman's high heel walk around, Leon sighed boredly. "Another mistress. Maybe around late twenties for an old guy." He lifted his hand up, his index finger moved with every click of the heel. But the heels stopped moving. Leon stayed quiet, his finger slowly pointed at his door. The knock.

Leon exhaled softly, "It's not Ada." He mumbled softly, he stood up and opened the door. A young woman was in front of Leon's door, she wore a green turtle neck with blue jeans. Leon won't lie that this woman was a beauty. "Hey?" Leon leaned back into the door frame, "I think you messed up doors?" He smiled, he tried to make himself look nice and cool. Yeah, he was lucky he was pretty because his awkward self would still be a virgin. Her eyes didn't seem to sway the insecurity Leon prayed she would feel.

He cleared the lump forming in his throat as she approached him. "I was told to come. A woman named A. Wong asked to take the man into a romantic date and to take his virginity?" Her voice was cool, it didn't have a sense of softness, but she definitely sounded confused to say the last part.

To take the virginity. Leon scoffed. Is that how Ada saw Leon? A stupid guy begging for any woman to fuck him.

"This has to be a joke, right?" He crossed his arms against his chest, "She didn't hire me an escort, right?" His right hand landed on his hair, pulling it gently as he thought about his life. All of these steps on protecting Ada led to this. Ada rented an escort for Leon's frustration sexual thoughts. "Listen, you are beautiful," Leon quickly said, his eyes tracing every detail of her body, "But I can't- I feel humiliated." Leon looked up at her face. Still praying it was a joke.

With the lack of care of the woman's face, Leon's face dropped, "What?" This felt like a new low of Leon Kennedy's life, "You have to feel for me or something, right? Bad that my apparent 'girlfriend' doesn't even want to see me." Leon felt pathetic as now he begged for pity. Before she could respond, Leon covered his face, "You are just going to say what I want so... I'm begging to nobody."

His foot tapped. All he could hear was the low humming of the AC along with it. Gently, he felt her hands rubbing his shoulder, easing him into looking at her. His body didn't deny her merciful caress, his body slowly flopped to see her.

"You aren't begging to nobody." Her caress led to his neck and face. Her eyes had a different type of sparkle than Ada's, yet his dumb heart fluttered the same way. They seemed like the same woman- or maybe that what Ada was. A persona. "I'm here." Her hand caressed his cheek as her body slowly pressed against his.

Leon felt like a useless asshole. "Did Ada give you lines of words to say?" He whined. Fuck, he was getting more embarrassing as he whined his way around two women now. He grabbed her wrist gently and kissed her palm, his wet lips made a small part of her body shine. He was easy. Maybe if the women in his life really tried, he would be on his knees begging for their love.

The excort smelled different than Ada, and it felt different from Ada. Leon kissed her forearm.

Pathetic.

"No," She whispered softly. She slowly pulled her hand away from Leon's, "I have my own my mind and thoughts." Her hand now landed on his stomach, slowly indicating him to go back. Leon walked backward, his eyes never leaving hers, "Yeah, I know." He tried to defend himself because every thought of Ada was that she over planned her things. She would not just just let this woman speak words that belonged to her mouth.

"So," She looked at him, a small smile appeared, "Trust me." Leon stopped when he felt the bed behind him. He sat on the bed, he wanted to trust her so badly because his cock was twitching itself alive. "I trust you." He mumbled, his hands anxiously rubbing his thighs. His eyes wouldn't want to leave her. Slowly, her body sat on top of his thighs, Leon, without thinking twice, grabbed her thighs and pressed her center against his bulge.

He could feel her pussy lips gently rubbing against him. "Fuck, I really trust you." He mumbled, his hands squeezed her thighs. His eyes were completely dilated, his hands rolled her hips against his limp. "F-fuck..." He felt that her hip rolls weren't just him. She was helping herself. He needed to help her but he couldn't focus with her heat. "There you go..." She rubbed her pussy on his bulge.

The heat of her body made Leon growl with the need, his fingertips could over feel the details of her body. It's as if the world granted him the wish to connect with someone for at least a second. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and the stupid jeans of hers felt thick to the touch now. His thumb gently rubbed her covered slit, pushing his thumb into it, and it seemed time went even slower when his eyes slowly looked up.

Her mouth was very slightly opened, exhaling in a feeble manner and his cock fully woke up. Slowly and steady, growing hard against his jeans. "Oh, fuck..."

There he went, slowly placing her below him, underneath the old queen bed that he repeatedly checked if it had bedbugs or actual listening bugs. Leon looked at her. The details of her eyes, the small cracks of her lips- She was human. A fucking real person after so long. Leon had seen the worst of humanity over and over, and the life he thought would make him feel better turned him bitter.

Leon's knees carefully pushed her thighs open, his hand holding the softness, and squeezed it. Her warmth through the jeans. He hadn't touched a woman like this for so long, and that was saying a lot. Who wouldn't want to be with him? His thumb gently pressed the core, and once he heard her breath gasp, he felt his cheeks burn up. His eyes looked up, trying to find a sense of peace that he was doing something right.

His breath was stuck in his lungs. For a second, she had the most beautiful doe eyes, her lips were parted with her breath become more frustrated. Shaking with that stupid need people sometimes crave. Leon understood his role. He understood her role.

Slowly, his finger slid down her covered slit, he could feel the warmth of her pussy. His other hand went towards the button of the jeans and popped it open. His thumb gently pushed the jean down, his eyes saw the warm body bellow him twitch. Her hips moved ever so slightly up. Leon chewed on his lower lip. He needed to calm down, he didn't want to cum way too early by only looking at her body. His thumbs traveled to the hips and slowly pushed down the jeans. Panties and all.

Now what? His cock ached to be inside of her. Begging to fuck her, but he wanted to eat her out as well. "Tell me what to do." Leon looked into her eyes. He was a stupid dog, begging for order to do something. He had his leash, tugging him back, holding him in a fake sense of dominance. He was a whining mess. "Please." His fingers squeezed the tender skin of the woman, his harden hands was getting lost in the softness he hasn't felt for the longest time.

His fingers slowly... Leon was so scared to even touch her pussy lips. Leon's finger traced the shape of her pussy, he leaned closer to her body. His knees were still forcing her legs open as his fingers toyed around the lips. He couldn't even touch the flesh yet. He looked into her eyes.

Her eyes still held that shit that he loved. The vulnerability he craved from Ada, Ada's usually cold eyes and the cold metal of the gun muzzle pressed against his head. But now, a woman looked at him without that. All of her was warm. Leon pressed his needy bulge into her core, rubbing himself like a desperate puppy.

She let out small groans, his hips rolled into her, and his hands lifted up her thighs. Squeezing her butt and lifting her legs higher.

The throbbing dick rubbed and rubbed against her clit. She pressed her head back into the pillows, "F-fuck..." Her hands landed above her head, her heavy breathing made his groans grow. Her body was trembling. Leon pulled away and looked one last time at the view down. His hand palmed her tit one last time until his fingers played with the belt.

"I, I know," Leon couldn't speak a lot, his cock was too hard for him to think straight, "I know..." He took off his belt and jeans. His hand pulled out his cock and balls, his hand slowly went up until his thumb squeezed gently his tip and oozed it out. His pre-cum was killing him, he really wanted to fuck her raw, but he stopped himself. His hips movements were empty, his eyes couldn't look away from her pussy. "I brought a condom." He whispered, his hand let go of his cock, "I..." Leon went to his bag, he kicked off his jeans and took off his shirt.

The paranoia was killing him of the idea sometime seeing him so fucking fragile. Leon turned a second towards her. She took off her turtleneck and he felt his ass clench. Making his dick bounce. Leon took notice of the details of her back, trying to see and find her old scars, moles or anything so he can try to kiss it.

A loser.

His mind was calling him a loser over and over, but his fingers met her bra strap and slowly took it off. She let out a small sigh of satisfaction and he hugged from the back, his cock on her ass as he pushed her gently into her hands and knees. Leon's stubble rubbed against her neck, filling himself with affection with her small giggle. "You like that?" He grinned.

She nodded her head, "Yeah."

He chuckled softly. His hand pushed down his cock towards her cunt, "The condom?" She asked with another giggle. "Right." Leon kissed her shoulder and got the forgotten condom. "I got it. I got it." Leon went back to the bed and ripped up the wrapping. This wasn't the usual side of him. Back in the academy, he was smooth and easy to flirt, but now he was bubbling soda, ready to explode if something shook him up.

He put on the condom and leaned back into her back. "Don't judge me, okay?" He smiled, leading his cock slowly inside of her. She landed her head on the pillows, a happy hum escaped her lips. Leon groaned. He didn't want to go on fucking her like an inexperienced animal. He felt the stretch, how he was shaping her velvet walls for his need. He didn't push it immediately, he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit. "Fuck..." He growled weakly, "Oh, fuck..." Her pussy was so wet, so good, so fucking perfect.

Slowly...

Leon's heart was stuck in his throat.

Slowly...

She whined. Oh, what a whimper. Leon's hand the end of her spine, rubbing her hipbone for a second until...

Leon leaned forward and shoved his cock completely inside of her. "Wait, baby..." He shuffled her hips gently, barely even moving each other. His hand lifted her a bit, "I don't want to break you too much..." He kissed her shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around her tummy. Leon kissed her cheek, "I got you..." His voice wasn't above a whisper. Every detail of her body was trembling, he groaned- his eyes rolled back with gentle love taps. It was the slowest, shallow thrusts he had ever done, but he didn't care. His arms tighten around her, "Fuck..." She gasped.

Leon's heart was beating so fast, so harshly that he nearly lost himself. His butt clenched, he needed to fuck her; what else would he have besides this? Her cunt clenched around his aching cock, trying to milk everything he could give her.

God.

God.

God...

Leon's hips went faster, the lewd sound of her wetness came and ruined the bed. The header of the bed began to gently creak back and worth. His hands grabbed her breasts, his fingers were gentle, and they always had to be careful to not pull on the trigger. His thumbs found her nipples and gently tugged them.

The idiot grunted when she moaned. His hands palmed more of her tender flesh, "Fuck, fuck.." Her wall were so fucking... Leon cried out, his hips movements were slowly and slowly increasing.

He couldn't lose this feeling. He can't lose how her pussy clenched around him. Leon grabbed her hips, thrusting and with every small moment of pause, his cock pulsed. "Please..." She shivered. Leon nodded his head once, his hands from her breasts landed slide down and down until he met her pussy lips.

Without a thought, he felt he was trained for this. How long has it been since he rubbed a clit?

He was a really pathetic guy, but her pussy felt too good. Leon pushed his heavy weight on top of hers, "Sorry..." He grumbled into her ear. His poor cheeks were blushing, "It-It's fine." She exhaled weakly. Leon kissed her shoulder, he was completely pressing his heavy body. "You are so heavy." She mumbled softly with another feeble laugh. His cock twitched, throbbed happily inside of her cunt. He had forgotten how much he loved to have sex, it wasn't just a quick fuck. It was the conversations.

He pulled away from her, and she let out a deep inhale. The pair glanced at each other, Leon cupped her face gently, and another kiss was shared. His tongue slipped into her mouth and moaned pathetically against her mouth. His fingers pressed against her skin, Leon felt her own tongue enter his mouth and his cock was leaking more into the condom. Leon tilted his head away and it didn't bother her. The woman kissed his neck, biting it ever so lightly and god, he fucking loved it. He chewed on his lip and groaned happily. Leon rolled his eyes back into his skull.

"Mm," Leon's hand was trying to hold her hip, pulling her close to his body, "T-that's it." Her hand landed on his happy trail and rubbed his stomach. Leon groaned contentedly. He laid on the bed and invited her silently into his lap. Perhaps he looked too pathetic. He didn't have the cute baby face he once had. He was old, and nobody wanted that in their life. He was the stupid age of thirty-four. He didn't have time to be his age when he was forced to work for the government. He couldn't drink his first legal beer without friends he used to have and all the friends he could've made in the force. He could've met the Redfields in a better situation; he could've even been a normal guy without fearing his own bullet would enter his mouth and leave his skull.

Her body straddled his hips. His tired hands rested on her hips. It came so naturally. His blue eyes slowly trailed up. His cock on his stomach, twitching and the poor condom was full of of pre-cum. Her pussy. Her stomach breathing in and out. Fuck, he couldn't feel her heart, but based of her reaction he knew was causing this. His hand went up, his thumb caressed her under boob and went directly to rub her nipple. His other hand encouraged her body to move up, he needed to be inside again because the first time wasn't enough.

Thankfully, she did as she was told. His hand gripped his cock and aimed for her hole. "C'mon, princess, don't make me beg." He let go of her breast and went back to her hip. He knew he had that stupid hazy look in his eyes. Slowly, bit by bit, she lowered her hips down onto his tip. Both of his hands grabbed her hips. His nose crinkled, "Oh, fuck." His hands grabbed her ass and pushed himself deeper into her heat. His eyes looked at her breasts, her nipples perked up when he had shoved his cock in completely.

Leon nodded his head mindlessly, "Yeah, fuck." His hand cupped her breasts again, his thumb teased the pretty perked up nipple. His eyes were half open like hers were. She was moaning weakly again. Leon slapped her tit and he felt his body burn with more and more lust. His own hips unconsciously against her. Her groans turned into whines, "Leon..." She tilted her head back. He grabbed her breast and pinched her nipples, "Fuck." Leon pumped his cock faster and faster, her walls squeezed against his cock and he tilted his head back into the bed.

His hand traveled down her stomach and found her clit. The cute little thing was throbbing for him. Both were breathing heavily. The crappy hotel didn't matter anymore. He wanted to fuck her forever. He choked out a moan, "Oh, God, you are so beautiful." He whined weakly. That's when he came into his rubber, his finger was rubbing and rubbing her clit. He couldn't allow her to not come, he gasped again when her cunt squeezed him again and she followed after him.

"Sorry," He cupped her face and kissed her, "Sorry for cumming a bit to early." Leon's hand shoved his dark hair back, his blue eyes met the woman's eyes again. She smiled weakly, "I-It's fine." She could feel her throat dry up and Leon couldn't stand it anymore. He cuddled against her, his eyes completely wide from the feeling of touching someone after so long. He can't let go.

It was the first peaceful night he felt. He controlled his breathing for a second, "I forgot to ask..." He took off his condom from his body. The bed squeaked. When she looked at him, oh, fuck. His post cum clarity didn't help at well when he saw her. She was so beautiful. Leon knew his cheeks turned red because, God, it burned. His cheeks burned. Leon was lost in a certain moment he couldn't explain. Her arm rested above his lean body, the coated warmth of loving a woman. Leon kept her close. He wouldn't want her to fall out of his grasp.

[tonysbed]

Secrets I keep | Part 14

Lando Norris x sister!reader

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

Daniel Ricardo x Norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

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yn

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yn an idiot, fav people, and visiting my private chef 🦋

*tagged maxfewtrell, landonorris, carlossainz*

maxfewtrell Can you stop posting these horrible pictures of me?😭

yn why would I do that?

maxfewtrell cause you like me?

yn HAHAHAHA

maxfewtrell 😐

carlossainz private chef, sure hermosa.

yn you love me

carlossainz sure, whatever you say

yn ☹️☹️

lando carlos.

carlossainz yes, yes I love you.

yn 😊😊

user isn’t yn’s boyfriend a bit weirded out that she’s always hanging around Fewtrell?

user why would he? He’s lando’s best friend and has his own gf

user do you know their lore? Everyone thought they were dating when they were younger. HE LITERALLY KISSED HER HEAD ALL THE TIME

user oh. yeah but still, maybe they see each other as siblings. Lando also does that w her

user hm..

alexandrasaintmleux 🤍

user I love the norris duo + carlos dynamic

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“You wanna tell us what happened now, or are we gonna sit in silence?” Kelly said, raising an eyebrow. Alexandra nods “Yeah? Did he say anything? Do we have to ask one of the boys to run him over?” You laugh “No Alex, please don’t run him over”

“Alright, then spill” She claps in her hands. You just blush and look down “Oh my god, you did it” “She did what?” Kelly asked confused “It” Alex says, making a ‘catch up’ face.

“Oh, Oh!” Kelly’s eyes widened “That’s good, right?” You hide your face in your hands “How was it?” Alex teased “Alexxxx” You whine “Just a yes or no, then I’ll leave you alone” She chuckled “Yeah” You say quietly, still hiding your face “Then that’s great”

“Yes, I agree. As long as you’re happy, this is amazing” Kelly smiles and so does Alex. Alex looks behind you and her smile falls “Why is he here again?” You turn around and see Daniel, Lando and Max walking towards you. Max looks like he’d be happier if he was in a pool full of piranhas while Lando talks enthusiastically with Daniel.

Before Max can sit next to you, Daniel pulls out the chair and sits down. You try to scoot away unnoticeable. Lando sits next to Daniel, making Max sit away the farthest from you.

Alex and Kelly give you a look, which you return. Daniel finally turns to the three of you “Hello lady’s” “Daniel” Kelly is the only one who acknowledged him, while you and alex set up fake smiles.

You feel max’s eyes on you and you look at him, feeling yourself relax just a tiny bit. You give him a little smile that he returns.

“So? How’s it going?” Daniel asks in the round “Good.” Alexandra answers with a sharpness that he didn’t miss. Kelly nods along and Daniel’s eyes land on you “Great. Me and my boyfriend have been spending quite some time together, actually” You smile.

Lando shoots you a look that you ignore “How about you Daniel? Anything interesting happened since you’re unemployed?” The sharpness in your voice was obvious too.

“Yn.” Lando hisses “What? It’s just a question?” You shrug “He asked, I answered and asked the same question. It’s fine.” Before you could respond, two shadows appeared next to you “Hey guys.”

Oscar says, lily waving into the round “Could I steal the girls?” Lily asked, making the three of you get up. You wave to Lando and wink at Max, who’s cheeks turn light pink.

After the four of you left, Oscar looks at max “Could I borrow max? I wanted to talk to him about something and Mom wanted to see him” Lando nods unsure. Max gets up and walks away with oscar.

When they’re out of ear reach for Lando and Daniel, Oscar sighs “You okay?” Max nods “Yeah, why?” “Daniel is being a dick and sits next to your girlfriend.” Max head snaps to Oscar “What?”

“I’m not stupid, and neither is lily. We probably figured it out before you two did. Which wasn’t that hard tho.” Oscar shrugs “Come on. Let’s meet the others.”

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As Oscar and Max round the corner to the Ferrari hospitality, Kelly, Alexandra and charles, lily and nicole, max and kelly and you sit there. You sit up once you see Max, but keep it down. Lily had obviously told you three the same thing.

Max sat down next to you “Rescue mission accomplished” Lily laughed and high fives oscar.

“Rescue mission? You two are crazy” You chuckle “You looked absolutely miserable over there, what else were we supposed to do?” Lily shrugged.

“I have no idea, Thank you tho” You smile at her, which she returns. You see max fidget with his fingers. You lean a bit closer, lowering your voice only for him to hear “Everything okay?” He smiles at you “I’m okay.”

You raise an eyebrow, not believing a word he’s saying. But before you can interrogate him any further, someone is calling your name. It’s Lando.

He’s coming towards you and the group, without Daniel. He stops and waves into the group “I need my sister for a moment” “Can’t that wait?” “No” “I’ll tell them either way afterwards, so spill.” “You don’t want me to do that.”

“Lando.” “No, really.” He gives you a look. You sigh and get up “I’ll be right back”

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“So what is it?” You ask him once he pulled you into a quiet corner “What was that earlier? Did you ask them to get you two away?” “No. We talked and then sat down with oscar’s mom and with Max. It had nothing to do with you.” “I’m not talking about me”

“Neither Daniel.” “I don’t believe you. I mean, I talked to him. I don’t think he means any harm anymore” You raise your eyebrows “Lando, he hates max and doesn’t want us together. That was his goal all along.”

“No he didn’t mean it” “Lando, he’s in love with me.” “Yeah but he isn’t gonna harm your and max’s relationship” “You’re so gullible, Lando.” You clench your jaw and walk away from him, tears welling up in your eyes.

You walk with quick steps back to the group. Alex sits up as soon as she sees you “Hey? What’s wrong?” Her face scrunched into concern. Max’s head snaps to you and he also sits up.

You don’t say anything and grab your purse and jacket. Before you can stop it, one tear rolls down your cheek and Max is up in an instant “Hey, hey what’s wrong” One hand comes to rest on your back.

A sob escaped you and Max immediately wraps you into his embrace. His hand cradles your head. Max gets up “Let’s go into my drivers room, nobody needs to meddle” Max walks with you in his arms after max.

He opened the door to his drivers room but steps aside to let you two in. Max nods thankful and max closed the door after you two and leaves back to the group.

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Once you calmed down, Max held you hands in his hands “What happened?” “He’s believing Daniel” You sniff “Oh baby” His thumb gently caressed your cheek “What did Daniel say?” “I’m not sure. But he believes that Daniel means no harm”

Max laughs “Sure, and i’m driving for redbull” He scoffs but his gaze softens once it lands back on you. “If there is one thing I learned in the last few weeks, then that we can’t care what others think. Look what it almost cost us. It’s just us against them.” He says with a warm smile.

You nod “His support is great, but we don’t need his approval or anything else to work. Okay?” “Okay” He wipes away the remaining dampness on your cheeks and presses a kiss to your temple, his arms once again pulling you into his chest.

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yn added to their story

[cap1: 10/10 sleep quality,would recommend arm pillow | cap2: 💐❤️]

alexandrasaintmleux: Did you fall asleep during the race?😂

yn after that cry session, yes 😂

alexandrasaintmleux on a serious note, don’t let it get to you. It’s not worth stressing over 🤍

yn I know, we talked about it 🤍🤍

franciscagomez cutie 😂❤️

yn 😘❤️

user still soft launch 🫠

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f1gossip

f1gossip Yn norris has been spotted around the redbull hospitality yesterday. Fans have spotted her watching the race from there with Max Verstappen’s Girlfriend, Kelly Piquet and Max Fewtrell, who is her brothers best friend. Is once again trouble between the norris duo?

user with Max? First they rip each other’s heads off and now they’re going against Lando? Sounds fake to me.

user she got nothing better to do than break up friendships of her brother??

user maybe she just watched with Kelly and max didn’t wanna be alone?

user oh please, he stayed alone in LN’s garage countless of times

user hear me out, what if they’re actually soft launching each other?

user let’s get you back to bed grandma

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“Be honest, am I being dramatic?” You look at Kelly, who shakes her head “Why would you be dramatic for expressing how you feel. Not to mention that Daniel does not like Max. He stated that multiple times. And you’re brother is someone who easily switches sides.” She sighs.

“Just focus on you and Max, then no one can destroy what you have. Be there for each other. Trust me, once the internet gets wind of this? You’re gonna need each other” Sophie, Max’s mother chimed in as she held her grandchild.

P was laying asleep, sprawled out on your lap. You sigh “I know. It’s probably the most scary thing. But if we don’t tell soon, what If daniel does it ? What if he convinces Lando to do it? At this point, I wouldn’t put anything like that past him”

“If you two are sure about each other, no one else matters” Sophie says softly, giving you a warm smile. You nod “Have you called your mom about this? Or your dad?” Kelly asked “No, why would I?”

“So they’ll talk to him. It’s getting ridiculous” Another voice chimed into the conversation. You all turn your head to look at Max, who just entered the room.

He quickly kissed Kelly, smiled at P’s sleeping form and goes to hug his mom, gently placing a kiss on the small child’s head in her arms.

“I know. But they don’t have to be involved in our drama” “They’ll get wind of it either way. The media is fast.” Kelly shrugs “I know, I know” You sigh. They were right. Daniel was gonna try to ruin everything. He had taken the person who was against him, on his side. That was a disadvantage and a heartbreak.

It was time to really talk things through with Max..

-

You open the door to your apartment, hearing max move around in the kitchen.

“Max? I’m home!” You yell as you take off your shoes. Footsteps make your way to you and Max smiles “Hey you, how was it at Kelly’s?” “Eye opening” You sigh and sling your arms around his neck.

“Really? How?” He hums and pecks your lips “I think we should talk” “Sounds serious” “I think it is” He nods in understanding and leads you to the living room.

You both sit down on the couch, his hand resting behind you on the couch.

“What do you want to talk about?” “Us” You say fidgeting. What you didn’t know is, that Daniel may or may not have set a little lie into Max’s head, then even he wasn’t free of insecurities.

His insecurity? Franco colapinto. Something Lando had overshared once when he was drunk to Daniel. Something the Aussie had recently used, making a pit form in Max’s stomach now…

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Like I said, we’re only getting started people.. 👀 I specifically left out some of the scenes you’ll be getting soon, that will paint the whole picture 🤭

The whole franco thing might not make sense now, but trust me its there (I haven’t mentioned it beforehand tho🤭)

[beatlblog]

i hope john bullied him (via @themagicalmysticalboy)

“Oi Paulie... wha’s on yer fookin face then?”#I hope John made fun of him#god#wtf (via @starseeker95)

#HELP#paul god what was that phase (via @mrlennonmccartney)

#if john still wanted him while paul looked like that it was true love#john's taste was so varied and dubious that i don't put it past him at all#but what a downgrade bc john looked great (via @stewy)

#hot take: this is the reason john decided not to work with paul after all#'if your music sounds anything like how your mustache looks i want no part of it' (via @paulnnccartney)

Knowing john he was like never mind my love you look so cute😍🙈😂 (via @mclennongirl15)

#i cannot imagine what was going through johns head when he saw him looking like that (via @harrisonism)

#imagine this outfit being the reason the beatles never got back together#john was like i'm gonna need about 6 years to forgive you for this 😂 (via @whoscruffylooking)

It’s okay because that look is 💯 on my wife.#I love that horrible facial hair#that first time drag king look (via @winston-legthigh)

#I feel like this is how John expected fashion disaster Paul to shown up#imagine just looking hot and hanging out by a pool#that’s them! (via @asphalt-cocktail)

#I respect it tho (via @lennons)

#john was just like ‘finally the inverse of all those years where I was pining and you looked amazing’#it’s just such a bad look#what WAS he thinking#definitely not what he needed to be which was ‘I look a complete twat’ (via @drivenalphabitchpaulmccartney)

2022

#the cunt paul is serving is like#fancy health food store cunt#but it's been expired for 3 years#it smells like fridge and patchouli and b vitamins and weed#john however is immaculate#god literally invented high waisted flares just for him#john and paul#my boygirlfriend john lennon#i would literally commit atrocities to know what john thought of how he looked here (via @wereonourwayhome)

#this actually changes everything i thought i understood about the 70s J&P vibe#also new questions arise about Paul's chest hair and the lack of it prior#only the important things#new podcast episodes#Paul's worst look and chest grooming#paul mccartney#john and paul#OH NEW HOT TAKE#this was 100% done intentionally to make sure they didn't bang#it was such a danger Paul took one for the team#and by took onei mean he prevented any taking from being done#dammit I'll probably write that fic#5 times John and Paul didn't bang (via @mydaroga)

#this is why he didn’t go to new orleans#:/ (via @goldslick)

SAD!

John Lennon, upon seeing Paul again in 1974 looking like that:

#john lennon#the beatles#shitposts#im sorry I thought of it then had to get it out (via @queerlennon)

#absolutely cursed#paul ruined his chances by choosing this moment to try a new form or drag that did NOT work for him (via @ahumoroussuggestion)

#absolutely dying#literally too much#the ultimate moment of seeing an ex who broke your heart after a few years and being like……oh#THAT’S who all the fuss was about???#(except from May’s account of that time it seems like the chemistry was still popping off somehow???)#which like talk about true love#being able to get past THAT#I kind of think that Paul was finding it fun to make himself look as gross as possible#relishing in it#after so many years of his looks being held up and scrutinized#to just be like oh yeah? watch this#kind of typical paulish rebellion (via @hands-across-the-skysky)

#divorce babe (via @pennielane)

#watching this post go through its villain arc has been such an experience great work guys#and by great work i mean im deleting tumblr (via @mystical-one)

He really has some balls, turning up like that.#mullet moustache and horrible thing on his chin#his fashion sense seemed to leave at the same time as Jane did#was he her Ken doll (via @beatlepaul4ever)

#honestly he still looks kinda hot#that wouldnt cure me (via @zutalorsihavemissedone)

Actually, it could maybe have been worse - he could have turned up with this look.

I can’t decide if it’s a real moustache or that horse face planted him in some muck. (via @beatlepaul4ever)

Why does he look like Paul Prenter? (via @bewareofdarkness)

#HBFJRBFHIRBFEKLFR#i think i would have just left#maybe that's why john thought he needed to be taken down a peg#'all you do is write love songs' like it was gonna hurt him#make him rethink his look#last time john hurt paul -- the man grew a beard (via @writertyper)

People ask why he didn’t go to San Francisco with him and the answer is this (via @yellowroombarine)

#this will forever make me mad at him#like this was the last photo documentation of them together#and that’s what he looked like#why (via bridgeoverstrawberryfields)

#REAL#FELT#some tiger king bullshit💀#I’m kinda with it tho💀💀 (via @iamsigningmylifeaway)

2024

#fr WHO lied to paul and told him this is a good idea (via @comradeharrison)

#as someone who thinks that 70s paul is the most ethereal indescribably beautiful person in the world#he looked soooo like shit during their reunion im ctfu#the dash of beard. horrifying (via @bugpoasting)

#if you genuinely think that John wasn’t absolutely attracted to Paul’s hillbilly porn star look than idk what we’re doing here#that sun tan and rat stache 100% did it for him (via @lennonsfag)

#I understand where everyone’s coming from but you’re LYING to yourself if you think John wouldn’t be into that#It’s Paul fucking McCartney he could show up bald with a beard down to his shoulders and John would get all hot and bothered over it#Paul has nothing to worry abt so why not pull up to the function looking like a porn star with the white Karen capri pants and all (via @iwannabeyourman)

#I’m sorry but he literally looks insane#mostly thag hair sticking straight up (via @sleeper9)

#I still think that's such a power move on Paul's part to be honest#Is he sliding his index finger into the fold his wraparound vest there?#“I know you want me. Even like this”#Paul's arm hair#Paul's...chest hair?#paul mccartney#Meanwhile John's showing off his hips bulge & thighs in May's jeans#they deserved each other (via @crepesuzette2023)

#i imagine he immediately got cured of homosexuality#if not... john please. put your glasses on (via @estrangedfiances)

#nooo he was so into it#his prissy princess suddenly looks like he’s into complete filth#john’s wildest fantasies suddenly seem possible (via @goldslick)

#and john was cured of his life long crush as soon as he opened the door#i actually hate that the bottom one is the last known picture of them together (via @the-electric-monk)

#ok i think this moon is hot i’m SORRY#like he looks so slutty he knew exsctly what he was doing#open shirt? gay little mustache? shoulder length shag?#the chest hair?????#paul was trying to ensnare him fr (via @gayyytripper)

#scream#once again mccartney was ahead of his time (via @oldmanpusspuss)

#when your ex shows up looking like a cartoon evil man (via @bambi-kinos)

#this is Kurtis Conner lmaooo goodbye (via @maelwife)

#I mean you know… I’ve grown partial to his pornstache and yes even the mullet#so idk probably I would still dig it (via @tenitchyfingers)

#tbh it’s not a bad look but it’s ugly when he does it (via @strangebrew)

only accurate take

#normally i run screaming seeing 70s paul#but this look?#*chefs kiss#what a power move (via @consulting--defective)

#john y paul#jp en los 70s#pues si (via @akamy08wt)

#did he dress like that on purpose with the goal of attracting or scaring him? we will never know#im soft for paul 70s mullet not so much for the moustche (on any period) but the clothess#mclennon#you cant have 67 without 74 last meeting (via @alienoriana)

#I've always kinda liked the mullet (yes yes something's wrong with me)#but I just can't get behind the mustache on him. I'm sorry#I kinda unironically want that shirt too#at least it has colour unlike most of the stuff people try selling you these days (via @chut-je-dors)

#i can tell u now i am infact a bisexual who is infact attracted to this look#hes committed to the bit (via @mcstarr)

#I don’t think I can get over that little bit on the chin#and the mustache too but yeah that’s where I just I don’t think I can but… put me and him in the same room and I might feel differently#cause of his energy#his physical presence (via @johnisonlysleeping)

#predicted bisexual twink fashion (via @therealestwizard)

#I think the Only downfall is the Kind of mullet here that type of mullet is out#it has to be just a little shaggier#but otherwise yeah this is just some dude at a club now (via @menlove)

#KURTIS LMAAOO#its actually kind of horrendous but i couldnt do any better (via @xtreme-cringe)

#and anyway we all know john would be totally into it dont kid yourselves (via @oldmanpusspuss)

#I could never transition because this is what I would slowly animorph into (via @asurrogateblog)

#it is still not a look and ladies pls know i will never eve date a man with this moustache and that shirt#but op. you aint wrong (via @phonybeatlemania)

#it’s called ✨️fashion✨️#what was 70s fashion even#“fashion” according to mccartney (via @lilywolfgray)

Can you imagine being John Lennon in 1974, and you’re about to see your ex-best friend/pseudo husband/songwriting partner for the first time in years, plus its a really big moment cause you’re tentatively thinking about working with him again, then the motherfucker shows up looking like this unironically:

[boybandbaby]

Better (Spencer Reid x Fem!NonBAU!Reader)

word count: 1127

warnings/tags: reader wears makeup, insecurities, sweet reid, as always if I missed anything lmk

note: still trying to figure out how to write Spencer please don’t judge me 🥺

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You and Spencer were supposed to be going on a date tonight. Key phrase being: supposed to.

As you see the time flick from 5:41pm to 5:42pm, you angrily toss the spray bottle of water and hair product into the sink. You take a look at your reflection and see red rimmed eyes and a frown.

Spencer would be here at 6pm to pick you up for your dinner reservations at 7pm. You sighed as you thought about how hurt he would be when you cancelled on him. You both found your date nights sacred with your busy schedule and the demanding nature of his job.

Tonight though, you just couldn’t do it. Your hair was not working with you and you kept crying through your face of makeup. Your cheeks had tracks of eye makeup that cut through the foundation. You felt as horrible as you believed you looked.

Deciding to just rip the bandaid off, you pick up your phone from the sink and press on Spencer’s contact. It rang once before his sweet voice was cutting through the phone.

“Hi!” He breathed. You could hear his excitement through the phone. He had been wanting to see you all week why he was away on a case.

“Hi, Spence.” You croaked out.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He lowers his voice to a soft whisper.

“I-“ you gulp. “I don’t think I can go out tonight. I think I might be getting sick.” You weakly cough out.

There’s silence for a brief moment except for the whirring of the subway car.

It’s only a few seconds that feel like minutes before Spencer speaks. “Oh…” You know from his tone he is disappointed by the change of plans.

“I’m really sorry, Spencer. I really wanted to see you but I just… I’m not feeling up to it today.” You wince. “Can we reschedule?”

“I’m only a few stops away from you. I can come take care of you?” He asks, hoping you’ll agree to his offer.

“I just need to get some rest. Can I call you in the morning?” You ask.

“I don’t want to push you but I really want to see you. Sick or not. Is that okay?” He pleads.

You really don’t want him to see you like this but you’re sure one of his hugs is the only thing that could make you feel better so you agree. “Yeah, okay.” you sniffle.

“Great, thank you. I’ll be there soon.”

Precisely 20 minutes later, you hear a soft knock on your door. You’ve tried your best to remove all remnants of your small breakdown including smoothing your hair into place and scrubbing the layers of makeup. You open the door to Spencer’s already worried yet hopeful face.

He has his satchel around his chest, a plastic bag in his right hand and a bouquet of flowers in his left.

“Hi, beautiful.” He smiles shyly.

His words cause an immediate reaction in you. He’s sweet and always means what he says but you just don’t feel beautiful right now.

Tears flood your eyes and your shoulders slump. Spencer’s smile drops and he hops into action.

He steps inside your apartment and shuts the door. He throws his satchel off his body and onto the floor with the plastic bag and flowers. He wraps his arms around your back as you bury your face in his chest.

You stay in his embrace until your shoulder shakes die down and your face is sticky with tears.

“Come here, let me see you.” He pulls back and cups your face in his hand. His eyes sweep your face as his expression softens. “What’s going on?”

You lean into his hands and hold his hips. “Do you think I’m ugly?” You mumble.

His lets out an incredulous gasp. “What? Absolutely not. What makes you think that?”

“I was trying really hard to get ready but my hair wasn’t cooperating with me. Then I kept trying to redo my makeup because I kept crying and my face got all cakey. I scrubbed it all off and my face started feeling itchy from the scrubbing and then I just felt icky.” You sob, covering your face with your hands. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I just don’t feel like going out when I’m feeling like this.”

Spencer tries to pry your hands from your face. “You know I like you no matter how you look right?”

“I just wanted to look nice.” You deflect.

“You always look nice.” He compliments. “You don’t need to do anything other than be here with me for us to have a good time. We don’t have to go if you don’t want too. We can stay in and order delivery.”

“You really don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” He shakes his head. You nod before leaning in to capture his lips.

“What’s in the bag?” You nod to the floor. “And are those for me?”

“Of course. My pretty girl gets pretty flowers.” He smiles and picks up the plastic bag. “I also got you medicine and snacks but now that I know you’re a liar…” He trails off.

“I’m sorry! It was the only excuse I could think of that would’ve kept you from seeing me like this.”

“I’m not that bad with germs anymore.”

“Yeah, that bad.” You tease.

“Don’t be mean to me.” He hands you the flowers, joking. “You go settle in, I’ll get these into some water.” He kisses your cheek before heading to the kitchen.

You head to the bathroom and began splashing your face with cold water to alleviate the puffiness.

You hear Spencer’s footsteps approaching as he jogs to the bathroom. Before you can drop him, he grabs your face cloth before you can reach for it. He turns you around so your backside is resting against the sink. He gently pats the water drips from your face and grabs your bag of face products. He helps you moisturize, his soft hands rubbing the cream onto your cheeks. You look at him as he bites his lip in concentration.

“Thank you.” You whisper, hands resting on his hips. “For being patient with me”.

“Always.” His eyes flicker to down to meet yours. “Whenever you need some reassurance or you just need me to be here, tell me. I’ll come running.”

You nod and squeeze his hips. He smiles into it before turning you to face the mirror. “How did I do?” You watch him in the mirror as he waits for an answer.

“You did perfect, Dr. Reid.”

“I must’ve if you’re bringing out the honorifics.”

You laugh before pushing your butt back into him to nudge him away from you. “Let’s go order the food, you goof.”

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

[infevious]

I NEED a part 2 of that Latino kinich pls pls make it fluffy 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻

APOLOGIES

a/n: pt 2 of this !! probs ooc 😓 im also surprise surprise high as balls again so im probably thinking im writing shit shakespeare himself couldn’t but it’s actually ass. i also have a test tomorrow and need to sleep early today so pls dont hate me for not writing an actual ending i’ll finish tomorrow maybe 😭😭😭

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The final straw for the hunter was when he saw you and Yaotyl playing around, he hated how the man was touching you, he had tried convincing himself he wasn’t jealous but he knew he was lying to himself. His saurian companion only added salt to the wound.

“Would you look at that! She’s enjoying her time with someone else while you’re over here looking like a kicked puppy- you ever seen her smile that big? Maybe you should just jump off the nearest cliff to end this horrible feeling!”

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You were walking home after a long day of commissions, the sun was setting and all you wanted to do was rot in bed the rest of the evening. You heard some footsteps behind you but thought nothing of it, multiple people use this path it’s nothing, you kept walking until you felt someone grab your hand and turn you towards them.

It was Kinich. He let go of your hand and gripped your arm, pulling you close to his chest, a little too close, and you could tell he was annoyed.

“Why have you been ignoring me?”

You blinked. Didn’t he tell you you were being annoying? You blinked again.

“I’m not ignoring you..”

“Bullshit” His grip on your arm tightened. “You haven’t talked to me in weeks.”

“I’ve just been..busy..?”

Wow. Best liar in all of Teyvat he’s surly going to be convinced.

“Uh huh? Busy with what? Busy with everyone in Natlan that you can’t even spare me a glance?”

“Why do you care? I thought you said I was annoying?”

He bit his lip and looked down for a moment before looking back at you.

“I did…but you’re my f-” He sighed, mentally cursing at himself for caring so much. He didn’t really mind you ignoring him for the first couple of days, but when he saw you were with another man he realized how bad he regretted it, he realized his feelings for you.

“You’re my friend. I just needed some time alone.”

You felt your throat start to burn a bit. Friend. You should have known, you never had a chance with him. You swallowed the feeling back and looked down.

“Okay”

Okay? That’s it? You’ve ignored him for almost a month and the only thing you can say is okay?

He gripped your arm tighter and pulled you closer.

“Is that all you’re going to say? Okay?”

“Well what do you want me to say!?”

That came out a little louder than expected but whatever..all you wanted right now was to rush home and lock yourself in your room.

“Anything other than okay!”

“I’m sorry for listening to you and giving you the space you wanted!”

He scoffed and let you go, crossing his arms and looking away. He knew he should just apologize to you so you two could go back to before and get past this.

“..I’m sorry”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t really expect that.

“What?”

“I said i’m sorry alright?”

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After a while, it was actually a day and a half, you two were finally back to normal, you just tried to tone it down a bit. He noticed that, but he also noticed how your hand stopped brushing against his when you would walk together, how you seemed slightly less cheery when talking to him, how you stopped looking at him with a small little smile when he would talk.

He was walking back to a customer after finishing a commission when he heard your voice.

“-I don’t know how long I can take it anymore..! I can’t get rid of my stupid feelings! How do I make them go away!?”

He saw you shake Mualani as you looked like you were about to burst out into tears. Feelings? What feelings? Who were you talking about? His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to listen to what you were talking about.

“Uh- how are you sure he doesn’t like you back?”

“He was annoyed at me for spending time with him! He called me a friend..!”

Wait. Was it him you were talking about? He almost started praying to the archons then and there that it was him, he was ready to pay what ever price if you could return his feelings. He was snapped back into his thoughts as he heard Mualani confirm.

“Kinich is a weird guy, who knows?”

“Lani don’t get my hopes up..”

She gave you a small smile and then noticed Kinich standing a few feet behind you. She saw how his cheeks were slightly blushed and raised her eyebrow. He realized that she saw him and quickly left to find the customer.

Interesting.

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[meanbossart]

I'm not sure if it's been asked before but first of all your writing skills are just incredible🤌 After reading "A Novel Experience" it was like scratching an itch that I couldn't quite reach after years of reading burnout. In summary I was genuinely interested in how have you improved and developed your writing skills? Like honestly your writing is so addictive and captivating that (respectfully) there just has to be some kind of exposure to expression through literature, or perhaps you are just simply into reading. (That's a lot of yap and sorry if it's personal in a way or another. Also thank you for inspiring me and other people alike, you are a phenomenal artist 🙏)

Oh, thank you! I am beyond flattered and I truly appreciate that you enjoy my writing so much. To be honest I am actually very dissatisfied with my work for about half of A Novel Experience - when I started it, I had no audience, I just wrote and posted the first chapter as an epilogue for the game since the canonical ending felt pretty abrupt (we didn't have the official epilogue with the extended dialogue or Wither's party back then).

Then, I just felt like I had more to say, so I kept writing and by chapter 4-5 I had this huge story plotted out. I wrote a lot of those early chapters very quickly, and often while a little drunk, and considered them rough outlines rather than a finished work. When the story and my art began picking up traction I started to put more effort into my style and presentation, which is why chapters take a LOT longer to write nowadays - but I can confidently say that I am very proud of everything that came after The Compound.

I'm not really a reader, I'd be surprised if I read more than 30 books in my entire 28 years of life, and frankly I only started to enjoy fantasy very recently through admiring many of the fromsoft games from afar, and of course by finally playing Baldur's Gate 3.

One thing I will say is that the fictional books I've read that really stuck with me - and that I would consider to have influenced the way I write - have all had very unorthodox styles. Blindness by Jose Saramago is page after page of overwhelming walls of texts that read like a slowing-down clock or an agonizingly tight turning of screws; Blood Meridian is a nearly incoherent babble written by a man who outgrew the need or patience for commas or proper sentence separation, who knowingly disregarded grammar for the sake of feel. The Consumer is a collection of borderline pornographic and horrible, horrible stories where every character is abstracted into a wider social phenomenon, point of view is irrelevant and there is no line between narrative, dissertation, or poem.

Unlike the aforementioned works and their authors, I'm not talented (or crazy) enough as a writer to COMPLETELY forego construction and grammar, but I do feel perfectly confident in prioritizing feeling and flow over what is "correct" and experimenting with text in the same way I would on a drawing. I don't think any of this makes me good at it, but hopefully it makes it interesting or unique enough to stand out. It also means that, despite disliking those first few chapters, I don't really mind having them out there, since my purpose with them was to just have fun and try to capture "a vibe" rather than show myself off as some sort of wordsmith.

Well then, I've definitely outyapped you so we're even now. Hopefully this was interesting in the slightest!

[rizzanon]

I just wanted to say Tim saying Reader isn't his sister yet still caring much deeper for her then he'll admit and she's ever known to the point he seems jelouse of Damian makes me so excited to see more about his true thoughts and feelings. I hope the characters get to relize the ways they have messed up and been horrible to her from the start.

Also I kinda hope Jason gets to find out about his sister dying and coming back I feel like if anyone could understand her anger and pain about going in to a situation to help people alone and ending up dying feeling abandoned and unloved only to come back and have people like Dick trying to force fix there relashionship it would be him especially if she's come back diffrent or "wrong"

the batfam will definitely realize the ways they messed up in the future chapters.

and yeah you’re completely right. if anyone can understand what current reader is going through, it’ll definitely be jason. but there’s a lot of layers of misunderstandings that reader and jason have to get over first before they can even get to the point of understanding what they are both going through… (he’ll find out—not so soon though)

[b-skarsgard]

Bill Skarsgård’s transformation into the hideous-looking vampire Count Orlok for Robert Eggers’ “Nosferatu” was an arduous process — with the end goal of making the Swedish actor completely unrecognizable.

“I was not so interested in Bill’s features, aside from his eyes,” Eggers says of Skarsgård. “The things that make [Orlock] not just an intimidating, masculine human being, is the fact that he’s also decaying and dead. Even the design of the teeth needed to be something that could be fucked up.”

Oscar nominated makeup effects designer David White created over 62 prosthetic pieces that required a team of six to apply. Skarsgård was covered from head to toe, including elements for his tongue and eyes. Only the soles of his feet were untouched.

read the at the link or under the cut

The film reimagines F.W. Murnau’s 1922 silent classic starring Max Schreck, whom Eggers wanted to reference when it came to Orlock’s look. One such detail was in Orlok’s hands and fingers. “I wanted to extend Bill’s fingers ever so slightly, and I [asked] David about creating something to push the envelope,” says Eggers.

In coming up with a concept for the hands and fingers, White had one that was quickly scrapped. “I was playing with the idea of soft mechanics to extend them, but they’re really long and they weren’t as dexterous,” he says. The idea was too cumbersome for something that had to be very sharp. Orlok also needed to hold things, open boxes and write letters.

White used a dense material so Skarsgård could feel things. It took a while to get to the final design, but in the end, the nails were a quarter of an inch longer on the tips. They were custom-made to be “gnarly and weathered,” White says. “‘Arthritic’ was a word we looked at, as well as having them slightly unusual in their angle.

“They’re not quite right, as if they’ve been used for so many years.”

In a nod to Schreck’s silhouette, Eggers also wanted Orlok to be hunchbacked. White built a one-piece prosthetic with a thick foam insert. “That took away the weight, otherwise, it would be 46 pounds of silicon,” White says. Breaking down the application, he adds, “The back goes on first, the front overlaps the back, but the rest is all in little sections across the arms and the legs. It’s between 18 to 25 different pieces of muscle which overlap. They were pre-painted and ready to go.”

Orlok’s full reveal comes when Ellen’s (Lily-Rose Depp) husband Thomas (Nicholas Hoult) heads to the crypt and finds the sarcophagus. Orlok is in a state of decay with intricate veining and coloring.

White made it darker on the underside because he’s been lying down, but his front is lighter and waxier.

Florin Lăzărescu, the film’s Romanian folklore consultant, was the inspiration for the blood-pooling color. Says Eggers, “He reminded me that the vampire is often described as being red-faced in Romanian folklore, which was a concept that was very intimidating to do. What David came up with was beautiful, and he did paint jobs where this guy was red as hell.”

White was tasked with creating full body prosthetics, including a penis. “It was a necessary piece to make,” he laughs. Eggers adds, “I was allowed one penis [for] this movie. He rises out of the coffin naked. That in itself is a bit of a phallic act, as is most of everything that Orlok does in the movie.”

Every detail of a decayed Orlok was considered, including a dead eye made possible with special contact lenses. “I even made a sock of a tongue that Bill could use in certain scenes, which was all gnarly and scored and black and horrible, you know. So poor Bill, he took it well,” White says.

[sugarplumkneecaps]

Hello there! I'd like to request a Sonic x reader x Shadow if you will but if you can't then Shadow x Reader is fine! But basically since it's almost valentine's day, they have like a day together on Valentine's day just being all couple-y n stuff? Thank you take care! ❤️

A/N: Ahh! I’m going to give the 3 person one shot a go. I really hope I do your request justice <3 I tried to stick with something pretty wholesome and cute <3 Enjoy!

Valentine

Pairing: Sonic x Reader x Shadow C/W: none Genre: Wholesome, cuddling, fluff

“Well, here we are!”

Sonic’s voice cut through the loud noises of the city around you as you stood before a colorful building dawning all sorts of Chao memorabilia. Sonic had been going on about this new Chao Garden cafe for weeks and the grand opening just happened to be on Valentine’s Day. Shadow insisted that it was an elaborate marketing ploy and that you all should go after the hype had worn off. Sonic wasn’t one to wait for anything, though.

Crossing his arms over his chest defiantly, Shadow’s voice rose about the loud honking of cars and chatter of the long line formed around you, “did you get a reservation?”

“Sonic the Hedgehog doesn’t need a reservation,” Sonic declared, putting his outstretched thumb into his chest for emphasis. “Watch and learn!” He turned on his heel and headed toward the staff outside directing foot traffic. Each staff member looked horribly stressed, each wearing a forced smile when approached in between obsessively checking their clipboards. Marketing scheme or not, you felt awful for them and only hoped that the crowd would have mercy on them.

Sonic approached one of them confidently, interrupting their frantic preparations, “hiya! I’m Sonic the hedgehog and I-“

“Look, mister, I’m sorry but if you don’t have a reservation I can’t help you.”

Taken aback by the abrupt answer, Sonic tried again with an earnest tone, “Aha- right. Well, can’t you make an exception to the rule? What with me saving the world constantly and whatnot?”

You had to give Sonic credit for trying. The worker, however, was none too pleased. Exasperated by the interaction (and probably the line that wrapped around the building far from view), they answered firmly, “no reservation, no service.”

Returning to you, Sonic shrugged and smiled sheepishly, “they must of lost my reservation!”

“Typical,” Shadow shook his head, pulling his phone from his quills and typing something. “Let’s go.”

“What about lunch?” you asked, your stomach reminding you of your pitiful breakfast that morning. You had overslept and had to rush out the door in order to meet Shadow and Sonic here. All you managed was a granola bar and a breakfast shake, which had held you over enough to take the train here. But now, it was time for real food.

“I had a feeling Sonic might have dropped the ball, so I made reservations elsewhere.”

Sonic hung his head in comical defeat as you all started off to where Shadow led you. The walk over wasn’t incredibly far, thank Chaos, but the difference between the previous location and this was drastic. You stood before a small door leading inside a tall building, the windows having their blinds drawn to block out the sun overhead. On the door in small, neat print read “Chao Bao”. You reached out to turn the knob, pushing the door with some force to release it from the stuck frame.

An older gentleman stood behind a server stand, greeting you all as you entered, “why hello! Good afternoon!” He peered down at the page before him, sliding his long finger down the page until stopping abruptly. “Shadow?”

“Yes.”

“Ah! Right on the dot! Right this way, please.”

You followed him back into the building, moving between pillars and separating walls. As you walked down the hallway, you took note of the private rooms on either side of you. Muffled sounds of laughter sung behind each closed door until you all reached the one the host directed you into.

“Your waiter will be there momentarily! Make yourself comfortable.”

You all entered the room one after the other, taking in the sight of the private space. You found your way over to one of the intricately carved chairs, sitting gingerly at the large rosewood table. Within minutes of getting settled, you had all ordered and waited on your food.

“Man, Shadow, you really had to show me up,” Sonic pondered aloud, glancing around the room, nodding his head in approval.

“You say that as if it is difficult to do,” Shadow scoffed, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m just happy we get to spend the day together,” you offered. You genuinely felt so lucky to have these two goof balls in your life. Your relationship with them was unique, sure, but they made you happy in ways you didn’t know were even possible. Shadow offered a great deal of stability in most things and Sonic added spontaneity to the mix. Even though their bickering was the most of your worries after years of squabbles, they both worked well together to take care of you as their partner.

Rounds of bao were delivered onto the table alongside various other items that you couldn’t concern yourself with before digging in to sate your aching stomach. Sonic matched your pace, groaning after a short while as he rubbed his distended belly. Shadow thanked the servers before standing to leave. “Let’s get moving, we have more to do.”

You glanced at Shadow, giving him a quizzical look, “oh? Does it require much energy? I think I’m due for a nap after that.”

He smiled at you sweetly, moving over to you to offer a hand to stand you up. You placed your hand in his, the warm of his palm sending a tingling sensation down your forearm.

Sonic got up to join you both, stretching his arms above his head as he went. “Are we heading over to-”

“Yes.” Shadow answered curtly, narrowing his eyes at Sonic. “Do you not know the meaning of the word surprise? Now shut it.”

Sonic laughed loudly, giving you both a grand thumbs up before you went on your way.

The two had planned the most elaborate day of fun and doting you could have imagined, showering you with love and gifts that you showed endless appreciation for. It was far too soon when night crept over the city, signaling the time for your departure. Each of them kissed your hand before waving you off on your train. You had wished to spend more time with them, but with their insane work schedules, you understood their reasons for not entertaining late night hang outs.

However, upon entering your apartment, you found them both lounging on the couch, as if they were summoned by your very thoughts. You stumbled over your words, trying to piece together a coherent thought.

“You didn’t think it was over, did ya?” Sonic winked, grabbing your hand and leading you to the spot on the couch between them. They had done everything you hadn’t ever considered to be done to prepare for a lovely night in; rose petals were strewn about, candles had been lit, various sweets awaited you on the coffee table alongside a large bowl of popcorn and your favorite cup had been filled with your favorite drink. You felt an overwhelming sensation to tear up as each hedgehog took each of your hands into their own.

Images of your favorite film flashed on the screen, scenes playing out as you munched on your gifted snacks and cuddled between Shadow and Sonic. As the film neared its end, they each kissed your hand once more.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

[m0usehouse]

random MHA headcannons

Kirishima:

-uses emojis excessively

-used splat to dye his hair until Mina asked him if he dyed it with koolaid because it was so uneven

-has an older sister in her 20s who he was super close with growing up

-loves frozen peas

Bakugou:

- was forced into therapy as a child due to violent behavior at school. The therapist recommended throwing rocks in the creek as a coping mechanism. Told him to "attach his bad feelings to the rock and throw it as hard as he could to get rid of the bad feelings". He threw them at the people who made him mad.

-eats a fuck ton of bananas. His mother was concerned he'd give himself a heart attack from too much calcium.

Midoriya:

-listened to YouTube outro music unironically

-terrified of crabs after one pinched onto his nose when he was clearing the beach

-owns a squatty potty

Denki:

-GYARUO!!!

- writes things in his notes app about his friends so he doesn't forget because he's scared that over time, his quirk will permanently damage his brain capacity

-can twerk like nobodies business (Mina taught him and sero during a late night "study session")

Shoto:

-makes trauma jokes not realizing it's uncomfortable for others cause it's just life for him

-sings horribly but loved doing it with fuyumi on holidays because it was so rare that he got to spend time with them

-talks to his mom about his classmates and describes them like, "Midoriya doesn't stop talking, but he told me my quirks mine so I guess he says good stuff sometimes.", Bakugou is loud. reminds me of the annoying dog from down the street." etc etc

basically mean but unintentionally

Sero:

- watched pewdiepie religiously and learned a ton of English from years of hyper fixation. Top 5 in their English class and bottom of the barrel in every other subject.

-Drew as a kid until someone asked if his giraffe was a flower. Swore off drawing after because he was so offended and petty.

-DESPISES olives

Tokoyami:

-loves baby metal

-him and dark shadow used to have rap battles

-crochets blanket squares and little animals. Leaves them around campus but specifically left a frog one for tsu, a butterfly for hagakure, and an octopus for shoji in front of their dorms secretly at different times.

[deuxadeux-if]

heyyyyyyyy

hi omg. sorry i have been literally radio silent eeeerk. first and foremost thank all of you who messaged me to let me know about dashingdon shutting down. i haven’t logged in here in a hot minute, and it surprised me how many of you reached out. thank you :,)

bullet points on ray’s life:

graduated college! i now have a bachelor’s degree.

work is going fine! i am a full-time bartender. it’s fine, not a permanent fit for me probably but it’s okay for now.

i miss writing, but i don’t have much time to commit to it. i haven’t written anything in two (maybe even three?) months. this is partially because i’m trying to take a break to do other creative things, and partly because i love writing full-time. i’m not sure how to move forward writing in spare moments—the thought of doing that makes me a little sad. as such, i am avoiding it for the moment. lol.

my birthday is in a little less than 2 months. i will be 23! it is weird. i still feel like a teenager sometimes. sometimes even younger.

since i’m not writing at the moment, i spend my free time drawing, reading, and listening to albums. i also go on walks in the woods with my boyfriend when we’re both off work.

now about dashingdon. i thought about it quite a bit for the past week or two, and i don’t think i will be returning to deux à deux for the foreseeable future. i haven’t deleted any of my files, so it’s all there if i want to return to it at any point—but i think it will be a while before i even consider picking it back up again. a few reasons for this:

i need a much, much more concrete outline for the rest of the story, and as of right now, i don’t know what that would look like.

i don’t have much free time, and i have very little money. it feels best for me, at least right now, to fill my spare minutes with hobbies that are private to keep my sanity intact lol.

i want to spend 2025 thinking about writing more than actually writing. i have done a lot of speed-writing, just putting words to the page and blazing through—it feels like a good time to practice other skills. like sitting…thinking…stewing. i think this will help in the long run.

deux à deux needs to be consolidated. i think there only need to be 4 love interests, max, and i need to solidify exactly what parts of MC are set in stone (personality? gender? age? etc.)*

this is embarrassing but it’s fine. i need a better backbone when it comes to making stuff. i tend to accept all critique as essential. this is one way to go about creating things, but i don’t think it’s how i want to. i would prefer to make stuff that i just like, exactly how i want to make it. whatever response it garners is just how it is. i need to cultivate that vibe before putting deux à deux out there again.

*i doubt i would ever make MC genderlocked for deux à deux, though. not really my vibe.

so! since i’m not going to be writing deux à deux for i-don’t-know-how-long, i will not be transferring it over to the other site (i forget what it’s called) that is replacing dashingdon. i’m sorry if this is horrible news—i was pretty committed, initially, to writing all of deux à deux within the year once i started. then i graduated college and realized that (unfortunately) money was real and i had literally none of it and no real income. so, for now, real work it is—writing will happen when it’s a good time, but i’m not rushing it.

sorry again for the unfortunate update, but i figured it would be better to be straightforward. thanks again to all of you who reached out, it was really sweet to see all of your messages :,)

hope to see you all again soon.

— ray

[dandysworldhcs]

It's me THE DEVIL (🏴‍☠️⚰️ anon) !!! I'm here to convince you to do sin!! ( Read my dandy's world headcanons)

If Looey makes you laugh he will NEVER forget that moment, he will hold it near and dear to him forever. He believes it's the absolute best feeling ever!!

Bobette feels terribly guilty at all times for no reason whatsoever.

Astro is stuck in a constant state of panic, this fatigues her and makes the anxiety worse and worse.

Rodger doesn't spend money often, he gets extremely anxious about it and refuses to spend money unless absolutely necessary

Tisha's agnol breathing is extremely noticeable. It is a horrible sound.

- 🏴‍☠️⚰️ anon

i shall return soon

🏴‍☠️⚰️ anon come back.no.come back. you cant just run away after making them all literally just like me