#But also im in our schools spring show

[justyourtypicalwriter]

Oh yeah if you were wondering, Kenny and Clyde 100% start as fuck buddies. Me and my friend had a discussion on this during our gym period today

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (iv) - pt 1 pt 2 p3

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : maybe the only way matt and y/n can stand being around each other is to fuck each other

warnings : weed, alcohol/drinking, smut (slightly rough but not very?? pretty filthy tho), profanity

mickey speaks : rlly hate how the smut turned out but maybe its jus me being a perfectionist + i changed a lot of shit ab UCLA (mostly grad dates) to fit into my narrative okay, i knowwww. only sorta proofread bc ive been busy, enjoy <3

THIS IS PART FOUR GO READ THE FIRST THREE PARTS DUHH

"FUCK!"

the turn of spring to summer in LA is typically the most eventful time of year. more parties are thrown than ever before in celebration of the season change, the boom of tourism begins, and of course school years are ending.

you celebrated your college graduation from UCLA only a week ago, with a large dinner at your favorite seafood restaurant and your friends all excitedly in attendance. matt was also there but you let it be known you invited him only so you wouldn’t feel bad (though he claims he wouldn’t have cared if you did or not).

you also shared an excruciating breakfast that same morning with your parents (both suffocating you with their traditional views that reminded you exactly why you moved hours away from them to attend school). you were cautious to wear items of clothing that would hide your tattoo and kept any conversations on the topic of your schooling rather than outside interests (not that they even care to ask) out of fear you may expose your routine of going out to party most weekends.

your brother was also at breakfast and you could tell he was trying his hardest to keep a positive attitude for you. you immediately noticed his wet face when you gave him a full hug after your ceremony, which made you cry, mostly out of missing him and love.

"it's not that bad!" andrea looks at you in the mirror as she continues to give herself soft curls.

“how the fuck did i manage to make this one downturned and this one up,” you reply in frustration while you point to either wing of eyeliner on your grimaced face.

andrea giggles and aims the stick of the curling iron at makeup remover lying in the sink, “just get a q-tip and fix it, cariño.” (“honey”)

you move around her to grab a q-tip from a small jar in the medicine cabinet before following her instructions, getting extra close to the mirror.

remi barges in the bathroom dressed in a mini skirt and a detailed patterned top, “hi nick!” she exclaims to her phone screen, placing it down on the counter while untwisting her lipgloss.

you can see nick’s awkward face as he sits in the car (making his camera jump at any dip or bump in the road), “sooo…this better be erin’s bathroom ceiling im staring at.”

“and if i say it’s not?” remi giggles to herself before rubbing her lips together to spread the gloss further.

“i’d say what the fuck are you guys still doing at home?! y/n’s our mutual friend that even got us into this bitch and i’m not just walking into some sorority house acting like i know any of these fucking people.”

“and we didn’t go to college!” chris exclaims to add to the point.

“yeah, we didn’t go to fuckin’ college!” nicks adds before his face falters, “the fuck does that have to do with it?”

chris’ voice is low as he explains himself, “you know…like, obviously we aren’t gonna know shit about some delta kappa omega?”

nick comedically pauses and the three of you watch the screen to see him staring at chris with no facial expression, “…okay chris. anyway, get your asses over here ASAP. we need you.”

“okay, we don’t need them. you’re being dramatic just chill out,” matt huffs from the driver’s seat.

“hey, we’re leaving soon i promise, nick.” andrea assures and remi picks her phone off of the counter to show the girl.

"thanks, but we'll be fine. erin told me where to find her, let's not get ridiculous." matt continues dismissing the conversation he finds so unnecessary.

you hold yourself back from saying anything but you can’t help but wonder just how close erin has got to matt. and how she managed to hold any conversations without pissing him off (no way a little lap dance dismissed matt’s entire personality). she hasn’t been too explicit about anything happening between them, only cluing you all in through her frequent mentions of him.

chris’ loud voice beams, “yeah, you ladies take your time! nick gimme the phone-” chris’ smiley face takes up remi’s screen now that the phone has shifted, “you know, who the fuck are we to tell any of you to rush?!” he sees andrea in view (with a form fitting dress and warm toned makeup) and can’t help the rush of words that decide to spill from his mouth, “andreayoulookfineasshitbytheway- and i just think, uh,” he giggles at his poor recovery and at andrea shaking her head and biting the side of her mouth (her very andrea way of blushing). “um, yeah, fuck, what was i sayin’?” he turns to matt.

nick laughs from the backseat at chris’ comment (he thinks it’s generally embarrassing opposed to andrea who finds herself embarrassingly flattered by him).

“nothing important, say your goodbyes now, we just pulled up.” matt gives his short advice and takes the phone. “see you, bye,” he hangs up and chris punches his arm immediately.

“dudeee!” chris groans. matt doesn’t give any reaction besides handing nick his phone back without looking at him.

“we’ll see them in less than an hour, get your shit.” matt tilts his head out the door as he opens it and exits the car.

“he’s so annoying.” chris huffs and turns to nick as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“i don’t know him, he’s your fuckin’ brother.” nick shrugs and acts clueless. chris laughs into his seat and nick knows making chris laugh makes him feel way better than just shitting on matt would’ve.

matt opens his door again, “get your gigglin’ asses out here!”

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matt's suprised he's lasted this long at this party without a fucking drink.

he's seen just about every partygoer trope there is - drunk guys and "you need to sober up" girlfriends, overly excited drunks far too impressed by each new song that plays, the loner type who strictly speak within their circle even when wasted, et cetera - and has managed to lose everyone he knows in this crowd, leaving him alone with DD responsibilities in a sorority house bouncing with excitement in honor of their “graduating senior sisters.”

speaking of, he’s only spoken to erin once all night. he did see you with your friends briefly, early in the night before you were swooped away with nick to be introduced to some guy he just met.

so like all times matt is bitchless and bored, he decides to smoke. he reaches in his jacket pocket for the joint he rolled before the party, in case of emergency.

but just as he raises the lighter towards his mouth he's interrupted by an airy, high pitched voice, “um, excuse me!” matt looks over, “yeah, you. sorry, you can't have drugs in the house.” the blonde frowns.

“it’s weed…” matt clarifies, taking the joint from between his lips.

“uh huh! and that is prohibited, outside please,” she guides her hand, drink in tow, towards a sliding door behind her.

he's not gonna nitpick with some chick about the umbrella term of 'drugs' or debate whether the alcohol she's drinking lies under it, so he just nods his head “cool,” and removes himself from his spot against the wall to walk around her and out of the door.

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you slump against a nearby couch as you recover from a hour of dancing alongside your best friends. remi sits next to you and leans her head on your shoulder as you both look around at the room full of people (a shade of deep fuchsia covers the room from multiple LED lights around the large house).

when you feel your own blinks become slower you shrug your shoulder and look at remi's profile, "we should probably get up rem, or else we'll fall asleep. this couch is way too comfy." you sigh.

"mmm... yeah. kinda want another drink but," she turns to look behind you both, "the kitchen's all the way over there..."

"now i know you two aren't tapping out of my party already?!"

you both look over to see erin dressed in a small glittered party dress, making her shine as she walks closer. "erin, where the fuck have you been?!" you excitedly rise from the couch and give her a hug.

"it's actually so fucking hard to host a graduation party, especially with my sorority sisters- they've had me doing all these traditions and shit, i haven't had time to talk to like anyone!" she explains to both you and remi.

"well, at least you look good, bitch!" remi adds and holds erins hand to make her twirl in her dress.

"thank you," she blushes and looks down then back to you two, "have either of you seen the triplets?"

"i think nick's off with some dude and chris is 'teaching' drea how to play beer pong..." you trail off and look to remi, "have you seen matt at all...?"

"not recently, i don't think so?" she looks over to erin.

"oh okay, that's fine. just wanna make sure they're having funnn." she draws her words out as she plays with the ends of her hair and smiles. you and remi can both tell she something bothers her more than she's leading on.

"e, come with us to grab drinks," you hold both remi and erin's hands and guide them with you to the kitchen.

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matt hadn't realized how hard he was staring at you dancing until chris came up to him with wild eyes and a loud laugh, making him snap away from whatever trance he was in.

"you okay, matt? your brain's not buzzkillin' right?"

matt straightens himself to no longer lean on the wall, "no."

"you sure?"

"yes?"

"maybe you should say fuck DD and have a drink or two, might give you somethin' to smileee aboutttt!" chris laughs.

"don't be stupid, chris. 'm not driving drunk."

"obviously we'd get an uber, matt." he emphasizes with a 'duh' attitude. "i get funnier when drunk, not stupid."

"right," matt offers a light laugh.

he throws a hand over matt's shoulder as they both face the crowd of dancing people, "god damn andrea's fucking hot- swear she's been feelin' me all night," chris hypes himself up then brings his red solo cup towards his mouth.

matt's eyes shift from you to andrea, who's limbs move just as freely and smile is just as wide. "that's good, that's good," matt nods. "she's nice."

"she's everything, bro." chris shakes his head in awe, "but, uh, do you have any cash on you?" matt turns his head, eyes showing his annoyance. "i'll pay you back, you know that matt. just like $20 to get me in the poker game outside."

"chris-"

"please, matt," he begs.

matt lets a heavy sigh out through his nose as he rustles in his pocket for his wallet. "you're my favorite now," chris kisses matt's hand quickly before he's heading off with a crumpled twenty in hand.

matt's eyes follow him until he's fully gone, then he's turning to look for you again. only this time it's not a challenge at all, you're already on your way.

you pull at the bottom of your little black dress (which rode up some due to your eccentric dancing) as you approach. "hi, matttt," you sing. it's known to most of your friends that when you're drunk your emotions are ten times stronger, and right now you're feeling extra carefree.

matt can tell you've definitely had a few drinks, so he tries to keep the conversation civil. "hey," he cracks a smile.

"are you not having fun?" you ask. you've wondered ever since you recognized him across the room.

"sure, i'm having fun." he shrugs, keeping eye contact with you.

you notice his all black outfit and blue jean jacket, "we kinda match," you look down at yourself then towards him, "i had a jean jacket too...it's um, in a closet somewhere i think."

"then you must have great style," matt jokes.

"oh i think that was clear before i happened to match you," you joke making use of your hands while speaking.

"mhm, sure..."

"so, do you wanna dance with us?" you smile in question.

"absolutely not," matt laughs and brings a fist to his mouth.

your smile drops, "right, you watch us dance but laugh at the thought of participating...?" you move your eyes to each side, "'cause that makes sense, matthew."

"no, it's not like that. you go have fun, i'm just not one to make myself look stupid for fun." he shrugs.

"so we...look stupid?" you squint your eyes in amusement knowing matt is trying to be such a hard ass for no reason.

"you said it," he laughs.

now you're a bit annoyed. "so you go back to being a loser all alone right here in this corner, and i'll go back to this stupid party and enjoy myself."

"alright," he rolls his eyes, "go ahead and be dramatic about it."

"will do," you sigh and begin to walk over to your friends, presenting matt with the gift of your middle finger directed towards him behind your back.

and matt thinks he just might take chris' advice on having a drink or two.

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you hate that matt is still on your mind.

and it irritates the fuck out of you that you're now giddy seeing him for a third time tonight. but to give yourself the benefit of the doubt, you've gotten to the point where you're so buzzed you've become horny.

you came outside on the hunt for remi, who told you she was looking for erin, and ended up finding all three triplets at a makeshift poker table full of rowdy men.

and as some wise person must have said: when horny, find someone to fuck.

"y/n!! whatcha doin'?" nick notices you and gives you a wide grin offering you a chair near the table.

"hey, nick. 'm sorry i can't really stay i just, um, need to borrow matt."

matt. who isn't paying much attention to anything around him now that the four shots he took settled. with his phone in one hand and a beer resting in his other, he's bound to be startled when you come behind him and whisper in his ear, "heyyy, sorry to bother but can we talk?"

he blinks and looks behind him, "y/n?!"

"come," you motion with your fingers and begin to walk away as he rubs his fingers over his eyes and starts to stand up.

"yeah?" he asks getting closer to you.

you wordlessly bring him back into the heated house and navigate until you find a mostly empty hallway (all while he keeps annoying you by repeatedly asking what you want).

his back falls against the wall, "way to confuse the fuck outta me. what's good?" the hand you were once holding dives into his front pocket out of habit and the other continues to hold his beer.

"i just need you to take me home."

"y/n, i'm no longer driving myself home, let alone you," he shakes his head.

"right, i figured, smartass."

"glad those comprehension skills still work. grab your phone and order an uber, 'm sure you dont need my help."

"matt. i want you to come home with me." you sigh in defeat.

"oh shit." matt dead pans. "ohhh shit." his eyes widen before a a laugh breaks through his closed mouth, "sunshine...you're tryna' fuck?" he looks up at you from his spot against the wall.

you scramble a lie to make yourself look less pathetic, "you're a last resort trust me," you roll your eyes. this was way better in your drunken mind than reality.

"still made the list though!" matt jokes, "wow. who knew you were so romantic? bringing me all the way over here just to tell me you wanna fuck. and at your place? how sweet," he can't help but poke fun.

"fuck you," you say under your breath.

"well only because you asked so kindly!" he goes to wrap his arms around you before you push him back against the wall.

"are you done?"

"i guess." he shrugs.

"so will you or not," you try to keep your confidence and not allow matt's comments to embarrass you. "it's fine if not, just-"

"yeah," matt's smirk slowly grows. "meet me out front, i'll have to go lie to my brothers but i can be quick."

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"why am i shocked you're actually here?" you ask as you shut the car door and look over to matt, phone screen reflected on his face.

the car begins to speed out of the neighborhood as he turns off his phone and shoves it in his jacket pocket, "let's be serious for one second," he reaches over and pulls at the end of your dress, "you wear this and look like that and you think i'd say no? i'd be crazy. i mean, yeah, your fuckin' mouth can irritate me to pieces but-"

"actually just shut up, matt" you remove your head from leaning against the window and move across the middle seat to kiss him. you pull apart fairly quickly though, "how are you less mean yet extra annoying when drunk? i shoulda went with my last last resort." you shake your head.

matt grumbles before leaning to kiss you again.

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after a car ride full of teasing and rushed kisses, you both made it to your apartment complex.

you fumble with your purse as you search for your house keys, distracted by matt’s lips moving over your neck. you pinch your eyes shut in frustration, “mattt, give me a second,” you nudge your shoulder into him to get him off of you.

“let me see it,” he grumbles grabbing your purse and finding your keys with ease, moving his arms around you and unlocking the door.

“you make it look so easy,” you breathe and open the door with your body pressed against it.

matt lets go of you and follows you inside.

you lean a hand on the wall next to the door to quickly remove your heeled shoes and matt watches you with dopey eyes and glossy, excessively bitten lips before deciding to take his shoes off as well.

you walk closer to him once he’s done, your dress riding up your legs and barely covering your ass at this point. you look up to him and softly ask, “do you need anything to drink?”

he brings his right hand up to hold your face and moves close to your lips, “you know i don’t want a fucking drink.”

“you don’t?" your pout is genuine even though you're teasing him. he knows you're sweet enough to really get him a drink if he desired. he draws his thumb across your slumped lip before you speak again, "well…what do you want, matt?” you move your hands to the waist of his jeans, tracing the outer seam.

he pinches his eyes shut and moves his head to lean on your shoulder, he’s not gonna be the one to say he wants to fuck you. you want to fuck him, that's why he's here. so he’s definitely not begging you to touch him.

“hmm…?” you hum as your hands go to either side of his face, bringing him back to look at you. he looks into your eyes as he drops his hand from your jaw. you notice the pink splotches that still linger on his face, recovering from the heat of the party atmosphere and now the heat of this moment.

matt looks down at your lips, “you know what i want, and you want it too.” his hands travel down and push the front of your mini dress up as he feels over your underwear.

you mouth hangs open and you move your hips against him softly. begging him with your actions rather than your words. and those tend to speak the loudest.

"so what do you want, y/n?" he asks quietly without breaking eye contact.

"matt-" you breathe, wanting him to do anything more than a juvenile rub over your underwear.

he licks and sucks your neck as your hands capture his hair. “where do you want me?” he sounds out of breath when he asks so close to your ear. he finally moves his fingers past the waistband of your panties to nudge your clit as he taunts, “hmm…? you want me right here?”

you whine, “we can’t right here."

"why not?" he breathes against you, annoyed.

"i can't have you fuck me in the foyer i share with my best friend,” you just know andrea would be pissed if either of your body’s fluids made it onto the freshly vacuumed carpet.

he retracts his hand, “then why are we just standing around? show me to your room,” his voice is rough.

“why don’t you try to guess which is my room is mine?” you smile with your faces far too close together.

“why don’t you be a good host and give me a tour?” he retorts.

“that’s not fun,” you push.

he growls and lifts you up, walking past the living room and into a hallway that splits in two (all while you incessantly kiss his jaw and upper neck). he huffs at his ridiculous situation and reaches for the first door he sees. a toilet sits at the end of the room and a cluttered counter to the left.

“bathroom,” you mutter with a giggle.

matt responds with a snipped tone, “mhm yeah i’ve seen one before.”

his grip on your waist grows harsher as he opens and closes a multitude of doors with you commentating over.

he finally makes it to your room with you mocking him in a cheer of celebration as you climb off of him and turn on the dim light near your bedside.

matt would normally take in the room around him but his headspace is far too sexually frustrated to give a shit about how you decorate your room.

he opts to stand near the door and eye you from afar, wanting nothing more than to pounce on you.

you notice this (as well as the fact that matt hasn’t listened to a word you’ve said about minding the mess of clothes piled in the corner from your struggle to pick an outfit earlier) and slowly walk back towards him. the soft yellow light blurs behind you and highlights the edges of your figure in a mouthwateringly pretty way that makes matt antsy.

when you’re close enough matt somehow pulls you closer. his nose nudges against yours messily before capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. your hands feel for the end of his shirt and move underneath it to touch his warm lower stomach. you can feel how his body expands and curls as he breathes through your unwavering kiss.

despite wanting to keep the tension high, you break apart from matt to tease a bit, “can i touch you?” his face is scrunched absentmindedly from his desire and his lower lip finds its place tucked behind his front teeth when he rushes a nod to you in encouragement.

you push him away from you softly, “take your jacket off.” you move to your bed and after the sound of a jacket hitting the floor, you find him right on your feet, chasing your kiss and heat.

he leans over you and immediately finds your lips once more. now that he’s on top of you he finds himself wanting to get you to say how bad you want him.

his hands meet your thighs and move your dress as they run up to your rib cage before moving back down to squeeze your thighs.

matt’s surprised when you’re the one to involve your tongue in the mix, making the kiss sloppy yet intimate. your hand then crawls into his hair to keep him close.

but he doesn’t let you hold him for long, taking your hand from his hair and laying it against the bed, raising himself above you. “what do you want sweetheart?” he lowers his other hand towards your stomach, grazing your tattooed hip gently before feeling your underwear.

“you,” you respond in defeat and desperation.

“oh? and you want me to…?”

“matt. touch me,” you take your free hand and guide his own under the waistband of your underwear.

“but i thought you wanted to touch me? now you’re just bein’ selfish.” he keeps his hand close to your pussy, running his index finger across your lips kindly.

you look at him with droopy eyes, “please."

so matt lets you be selfish. he selfishly wants to taste you after all. he lowers himself to your face and captures your bottom lip once more, sucking then biting down slightly before moving his face further down your body slowly. your dress maintains its rippled shape in a bunch right where your tits lie.

he makes his way to your tattooed lower hip, still a little impressed with his execution of the cartoon (as it's not his typical style) and showing this with a kiss, then a light lick (making you shudder the tiniest bit). as he furthers, he finds the space on the bed is not enough, opting for the plush, carpeted floor.

matt sits on the back of his calves to watch how your body reacts when he pulls your panties down, only he misses the satisfied smile curling onto your face when you move your head to the the side.

he shifts your pliable legs to give him a better view of your heat's entirety, spreading your folds gently as he gathers spit in his mouth and spills it onto your clit. his eyes flicker from your face (choking on a moan) to the bead of saliva mixing with your natural slick that has him on edge. “that feel good?” he asks and moves his fingers up and down your pussy slowly, bumping your clit but not lingering long enough.

“yes...so good, matt,” you encourage in a broken whimper.

he hums, placing his mouth over your clit and sucking hard. you moan out lowly and you can't help but close your legs around matt's head. he normally would lay them flat again and tease you but he finds the pressure and dizziness turns him on so much more. his hands rest at your hips, moving up and down and your legs cradle his head as he works his mouth and tongue on you.

"mm fuck," you reach above your head to grip the soft colored comforter in your manicured hands. matt never falters, his licks only become needier when he adds two of his fingers to curl inside of you.

he continues his restless actions until the moment right before you have registered you were about to cum. then, he's immediately removing himself and standing up, wiping his face with one hand as the other hurries to unbuckle his chunky black belt.

you grumble and fix yourself to sit up and look at him, now discarding the belt into his own growing pile of clothes on your floor. he begins to unbutton his pants when he hears you whine and pull at his ego to get him to come back. “how fucking typical. should’ve known i'd barely get one orgasm, let alone two out if this.”

matt immediately stops unzipping his jeans and comes closer to stand above you, his face clearly annoyed. he gives your pussy a light slap, making you whimper. “keep talking shit, brat.” he grits through his teeth and slaps it again making a filthily wet sound that has you moaning.

he doesn't stop at that; he begins to harshly rub your clit back and forth without mercy, keeping eye contact as his face hovers your own, before moving his fingers inside of you while his thumb continues to work your clit. continuous loud moans crowd your room before you eventually meet your high with rolled eyes and shaking legs.

matt quickly pulls his fingers out and wipes them against your thigh leaving it sticky and shiny like golden honey. finally able to unzip and remove his jeans and boxers, allowing his needy cock to be free from the tightness. you move to the edge of your bed when you hear the small clap against his stomach, eager to find matt as ready for you as you are for him.

he watches from above as you admire his length while your fingers ghost over his sensitive dick. you then bring your mouth closer, dribbling spit over his tip and wrapping a fist around him. you look up into his hooded eyes for approval then take him in your mouth and jerk the rest of him with your hand.

he groans and bites his pink and undoubtedly swollen bottom lip as you suck and hollow your cheeks around him, even taking him all the way at some points. and though this feels fucking amazing, he wants nothing more than to be inside of you right now.

he holds the base of your neck then squeezes lightly to get you to pull away, spit erotically traveling with your lips. “can i fuck you now?” his voice is perfectly hushed yet demanding in tone.

you nod and matt wipes your lips, “good, take that dress off.” he removes his own shirt and reaches for a spare condom he’d put in his pocket before leaving the house (for no particular reason). he turns back to you, with your breasts now on display for him, ripping the package with his teeth.

you motion for him to give it to you and he complies. somehow even when you’re literally putting a condom over his dick, you’re a sweetheart about it: kissing it once he’s fully covered and turning yourself over onto all fours without him having to ask. because you understand yourself and have the confidence to choose the position you’d like to be fucked in. and matt would be lying if he said that isn't so fucking attractive.

he smirks as he adjusts himself on the bed, feeling out every inch of your full ass before moving his hands to squeeze your waist. you lay your head against the plush comforter, arching yourself further in anticipation. “matt,” you blubber out a whine.

he takes the base of his cock and guides it through your folds, “mhm…i know.” he sees your face twist in amusement, “oh, you like that, huh?”

you lick your lips and nod your head before matt finally pushes himself fully inside of you. his hips start in slow, rhythmic patterns before becoming uncontrolled and incomplete- and the same goes for your moans.

matt's almost hypnotized by the way your ass moves in reaction to his thrusts (slowing himself down just to watch in detail and only speeding up when you start to get really antsy over it).

as you both get sloppier and chase your highs, matt decides to flip you over and tuck your legs into your chest for a different angle. there's something especially needy in the way he rubs at your clit and makes a mess of your tits with his mouth that drives you insane with pleasure.

"my- shit!" you moan harshly under matt.

"hold it," he huffs.

"can't," you whimper, "just-"

"shhh," matt captures your lips as he quickens his pace, feeling his own climax approaching. after a few moments you're breaking the kiss to roll your head away, exposing your neck as you uncontrollably cum around matt.

"fuck," he moans, stilling his movements to maximize his release.

he takes a moment to breathe before removing himself from you, immediately fucking his fingers into you while rubbing your weak clit (just to be annoying) until you push him away and tell him to fuck off.

he lets out a chuckle as he removes the condom and discards it appropriately. when he comes back over to you you're on your side with your own arm wrapped around your waist in comfort.

matt sits next to you, "that good for you?"

you just nod and bite back a smile.

matt hums in pride, running a hand over your exposed ass before leaning down to kiss and suck a dark hickey into the skin.

"c'mere," you tug his hand.

he complies and you turn to open your legs for him once more, grinding a bit once the two of you begin to kiss again.

you reach between the two of you, taking matt's half-hard dick in your hand and stroking. as you pick up your pace he whines and begins to thrust into your hand in need.

until you hear your front door open. to which you push matt off of you and on to the floor, hearing him groan as you snap at him to get in your closet.

you crawl under your comforter while matt hurries to gather his things from your floor and get into your closet.

you hear andrea stumble a little making her way through the house and you catch your breath just as she knocks on your door and cracks it to check if you're sleeping.

"y/n, you awake?" she slurs a whisper.

"yes. hi drea, how'd you get home?"

she opens the door a little further but continues to lean on the door frame, "how did you get home? was lookin' all over like 'where's my girl?' everyone was usless though," she sighs.

"sorry, i took an uber," you giggle, "i got sleepy, i guess."

"mhm...you and me both." she yawns expectedly.

"you should get some sleep, we can talk in the morning, okay?" you smile from your bed.

andrea nods, "'kay, love you." she leaves with a sleepy smile.

"love you," you reply as she shuts the door again.

you let out a relieved breath, glad she hadn't suggested a sleepover like you'd both normally do when drunk.

matt walks out of your closet, almost fully clothed, buckling his belt again, "gave me fucking rug burn, thanks."

you move a hand over your face, "sorry- i just don't need anyone seeing you here."

"'s fine," he shrugs and takes a seat on your bed, "how long is it gonna take her to sleep so i can leave?"

"less than five minutes," you pick at one of your acrylic nails, seeing matt place his jacket on your bed makes you almost laugh to yourself, "shit, i left my jacket at erin's."

matt grins to himself and adds, "shit, i left my car at erin's," with a shake of his head.

you both laugh softly before it fizzles.

matt's back is towards you as he opens his phone to order another uber home. and now the silence brings you back into reality and suddenly you're feeling sick to your stomach about erin.

it takes you a little but you eventually mumble towards his back, "matt you didn’t fuck erin, right?"

"no," his voice sounds distracted and like he wouldn't care even if he did.

you focus on a loose thread in your comforter that you pick at, "...kay. not that it matters 'cause this was only for tonight. but i know i would probably die from guilt knowing i fucked with you after she did."

he turns to see you genuinely out of it and seeming to shelter yourself under your blanket. he leans towards you and rubs your arm softly before whispering, "don't make it a big fucking deal, nothing's different." his stare actually makes you feel far worse but you nod as if you agree anyway.

he stands up and puts his jacket on, “you sleep well okay, sunny?”

"shut the fuck up, you don't care about how i sleep," you whisper.

he breathes a laugh and reaches for your door.

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tag list (ily):

@rootbeerworshiper

[platonicmoonwater00]

I see these everywhere. and i mean EVERYWHERE. and also i need motivation so lets go ig

10 notes- i'll drink on weekends too(i forget cos on weekends im just at home and not at school lugging around my frank green in my tote bag)

20 notes- i will(try to) pay attention in class

30 notes- i'll watch my whole watch later playlist on yt

50 notes- i'll actually do the techniques im learning in ✨therapy✨ to help with my anxiety and shitty social skills

75 notes- i'll take my iron tablets every day

100 notes- i'll start my assessments when i get them(i have one due tomorrow which i was gonna finish now but i'm doing this apparently)

125 notes- i'll ask my crush to hangout alone during spring holidays

150 notes- i'll try to go for a run or at least a walk every day

500 notes- i'll write another chapter of my fanfiction

1k notes- i will actually make an effort to get clean

2k notes- if i see someone pretty that i want to go out w in public i'll ask for their number cos holy fuck i need to put myself out there. even if we js end up being friends cos holy shit im lonely

3k notes- i will actually finished the dress i started making

4k notes- i will try to get over my crush cos its ✨never gonna happen✨(she so pretty and masc tho its gonna be hard)

5k notes- (this is so far up here cos idk how to do this so im gonnna need a lot of time to figure out how) im gonna try to demolish the rumour that im gay thats going around a bit.**

6k notes- i will finish all my crochet projects and not start any new ones until im done.

**context. i go to an all girls school and theres a lot of people so its not like everyone knows everyone, even in my year(theres approx. 174 in my year alone, and theres 6 year groups at my school cos high school is 7-12 where i live) but some people know me ig cos i know a few girl who are more notable, im in the top class and i recdntly started sitting with a group that the popular girls call furries.

(theyre a pretty big group and popular girls hate them cos one or two of them are trans - ftm, ftnb etc, no mtf cos my lovely/s catholic school wouldnt let trans girls in- several of them are gay, a few of them are emo, most of them are poc's and a few of them dont have english as their first language. overall they are seen as the "weird kids" in my year)

so this rumour apparently is going around that i like a girl in my class(i absolutely do but if you havent noticed my school is hella hoomophobic and i could very well get beat) which js isnt ideal and is gonna lead to a lot of issues, especially if a lot of people start believing it so if you guys have any advice pls lmk. and its not like i can js get a fake bf and show him off cos its a GIRLS SCHOOL. if i reconnect with a friend from primary school tho we could pretend to be dating and like make a post on social media. but then kids at his school would find out and hed either have to tell them its fake(which would eventually find its way back to my school, and when i say eventually i mean immediately) or he couldnt get a girlfriend so that probs wouldnt work.

i know it sounds like im making a mountain out of a molehill but ive got years to go here and i dont want to spend all my high school years getting bullied bc even if i went to a teacher about it or smthing id have to like analyse them first and try to figure out which ones are homophobic or not.

like learning about why "being gay is a sin"(pretend im saying that really mockingly) is literally in our curriculum.

holy shit that was longer than expected.

no pressure tags: @wishiwereheather13 @loserboyfriendrjl @fracturedsunsets @chasingthemoony @stars-and-leather @starsofleo

thats all im doing idk how you guys can stand js copy and pasting moots over and over i cant do this i did the first six that came up and that seems like enough 🤷‍♀️

begun doing

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[l0ves1ckf0ol]

hear me out! nevermore has a musical they produce for the spring. they they so happen to do Chicago, the reader is velma kelly and xavier falls in love with the reader while he is helping with set for the show.

CAUGHT IN THE ACT | xavier thorpe

"you're breaking character, xavier. "

also a bit of a disclaimer i only heard abt the summary and i have no time to watch the whole musical but imma just go with my common knowledge i have for this. SO MOSTLY ITSBJUST THEM AND LESS CHICAGO IM SORRY SHSGS

"damn! only got ensemble, what about you y/n?" enid groans, you smirk at her "i got velma kelly." you say a toothy grin growin on your face. wednesday frowned at the conversation, "remind me again, why are you doing this?" she sighs out to you, almost looking disappointed. "i may be the child of the poltergeist and yes i love to hide but y'know i have to try out stuff once in a while." you reply to her, "also it's because of principal weems. she said that i had to do this or else i won't be sleeping in my own dorm, i set one on fire by accident." you add as enid laughed, "you never try out these things, y/n. why the change of heart? also you could've spent beekeeping with me and ottinger rather than be in that horrific display of singing." wednesday wonders curiously, did she see right through you? "just trying things out, wednesday." you breathed out to her, trying to play it cool looking ahead of her to a specific long haired boy who was busy on his sketchbook.

-

you've never heard of a theatre within the school, but it certainly exists. it's just that it needs cleaning up. you were there for rehearsals, since it was a saturday morning everyone was either in jericho or lazing away in their dorms. principal weems was unsure if you were going to stay put in the school grounds but you stayed behind, truthfully. you suddenly begin to despise being the lead for this musical, the pressure was getting to you and you start to worry if you're going to screw up.

"okay, let's go again, lights-" you announce as you start pacing the stage, "camera- paint?" you notice xavier coming up to the stage with a small bucket of what looked like maroon paint. "sorry for interrupting, please continue." he says politely, walking over to the lousy background of the stage, it had a sickening yellow color to it with loads of crusty paint slipping off the cement. "wouldn't you be at jericho by now?" you ask him as he dipped his wide brush in the paint and started painting from below to above.

"nope, weems asked me this morning to make a good background for the musical, it needs to be barely noticeable because they're using cardboard cutouts as scenes. she said black but for interrupting my coffee hours, i'll go with maroon instead." xavier answered, "could've gone with neon instead to infuriate her more, no?" you offer, wiggling your eyebrows. xavier laughed, "then i'll feel bad." he replies. "you have a soft heart for someone who looks like they ate a piece of lemon." you mentioned to him, he looks at you for the first time he walks in the room with a downturned smile, if that made sense.

"well- don't tell anyone about that. that right there is my biggest secret." he jokes, shaking his head left to right with a scoff. "alright, it'll be our official secret."

- xavier's pov (?) -

xavier never thought of you, or even acknowledged you that much but for some reason, after that conversation at the theatre you were basically unforgettable. he said hi to you in the hallways, everything seemed so monochrome but when you walked in the same room as him? instant color. so whenever he was free, he would do at least something to see you. this had been going on for a good 2 weeks

a week before the final rehearsal, he brought wax because weems tasked him to wax the stage. as he was nearing the door your voice rang clearer and clearer. your beautiful voice. xavier sighs to himself, he was at a loss by now, he tried his best to sneak inside unnoticed but the poltergeist could spot a shadow moving a mile away. so you instantly stopped.

"xavier?"

"oh hey sorry, i came in here to uh... wax the stage." xavier mumbled timidly, finally getting up to his normal height. you frowned, "thought this school was rich enough for maintenance people." you told him, he was trying to find the answers, for a moment he thought you were about to catch him in the act. "or was this only an act of service to suck up to the principal?" he could almost sigh from relief, "um yeah, been failing ms. thornhill's class lately so." xavier lied, he was doing excellently in that subject. a firm "hm." said it all, you probably knew, you just didn't want to spoil the fun. while y/n was singing her lungs off, xavier was sure it had something to do with jazz, he wasn't familiar with the musical. he was pre occupied scrubbing the floors with wax, luckily he wasn't wearing his school uniform since it was after class hours, otherwise those sweet blue slacks were toast. you didn't leave until he finished, you had other plans, xavier was onto you. if you figured him out, xavier was dead to himself and his dignity, i mean he wasn't ashamed with liking you. you were amazing, he just wanted to be sure that he liked you. lies.

-

"you finished. now, walk me to my dorm will you?" you ask him as you picked up your things from one of the leather seats and went outside as he followed. xavier left the wax at the stage, he remembered to return it tomorrow. as you walked the only sounds both of you could hear were your steps against the cobblestone floor, this only happend for 3 minutes. "so uh-"

"do you like me, xavier?" xavier wanted the ground to swallow him up right now. he stops in his footsteps and you turned from your heel, with a raised eyebrow. testing him. for a moment xavier almost breaks but he endured "do i like you is the question, what do you think?" he said, now you were testing each other. "i think you have had a little crush on me, ever since you painted the maroon background at the theatre. i know the maintenance people here, and i know that weems would never leave out an assignment for them, especially since it's this heck of a theatre that has not been used for a decade." you point out to him, with a devious smirk on your face.

xavier tugged at his jacket and approached one step forward toward you, "we both know you're a lazy poltergeist, l/n. why do you have extra rehearsals every after rehearsal- alone in the theatre?" you scoffed at his accusation, placing a hand on his chest, leaning in slightly, this made xavier's stomach do a flip and made his knees weak. "since we both are onto each other, you and i know the answer." you whispered as you lean back with a teasing side smile, xavier sighs out through his nose, his cheeks could match the theatre background, a sign that he gave up. his slim hands went up to your cheeks, his thumb caressing it. his lips were practically brushing against yours now,

"may i kiss you?"

"you're breaking character, xavier." you smiled, pressing your lips on to his, giving him an answer.

[libbys-braincell-loss]

boutta be a junior in high school when school starts up, and since im a theatre kid, im ranking the roles i played for my first half of my high school drama career, just for funsies :)

#6: Peaseblossom -- "A Midsummer Nights Dream"

My first ever high school play! This was the fall play for my freshman year

Kinda boring, I was one of the fairies for the fairy queen Titania, but i really didn't do much. I had fun feeding Nick Bottom peas tho

#5: Fauchelevent -- "Les Miserables"

This was the spring musical I did for my sophomore year

I played an old man who got run over by a cart full of acid and had one line. I think its a significant improvement from being a random ass fairy :)

#4: Flight Attendant Ancestor -- "The Addams Family Musical"

My first high school musical! The spring musical for my freshman year

I did a lot more as this character than get run over by a cart full of acid despite still being ensemble, and Addams is just a much more entertaining show than Les Mis LMAO

#3: Lesgles -- "Les Miserables"

Another role i played in that same Les Mis show lol

Being a student was epic :)) i got to have a gun and i got to die, and i also got to be very silly with the student gang, had a lot of fun as him hehe

#2: Mary (Green) -- "Fearful Symmetry"

The one act we did for our ITS show my sophomore year

There were multiple Mary's, 5 in total, as well as 5 versions of each of the other characters, so I was one of several Mary's (the green version), and it was a ton of fun despite the role being tricky and having to learn another language for a couple of the lines (cuz each Mary was in a different section of the world - I was in Kazakhstan)

I also ended up getting an award for "outstanding actor" when we performed at the ITS festival, which was pretty cool i think :]

#1: The Narrator -- "Puffs, or Seven Increasingly Eventful Years at a Certain School of Magic and Magic"

The fall play of my sophomore year, and my first time playing a lead B)

THE NARRATOR IS SUCH AN EPIC CHARACTER MAN they were so fun to play. Normally i hate being a narrator but i got a chance to watch the show and not interact with the cast's drama and also make jokes that would make the audience chuckle. This was my peak, it goes downhill from here

I love this show and i will forever have warm memories whenever i think abt it

Cant wait for my junior years shows. Woo

[planetseph]

inside my love

I. Hello, I Love You

plot: It’s 2024 in Gotham City, NJ. Bruce Wayne is a college student (for no real reason but Alfred insisted he get out of the house during the day for once). (Y/N) (L/N) is a somewhat stable college student with a whole bunch of personality. These two might change each other’s lives.

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x black!reader

words: 904 words

a/n: hey y'all!! this is my first ever ff (that ive posted), so i rlly hope everybody likes it!! updates might be slow moving but ive already posted the first three chapters on ao3 under jasontoddsdayone, so im gonna post them all here. this was written with a black girl in mind, but anyone can read it!! i hope yall enjoy mwah <3

chapter 2: heart to heart

Being a junior in college is just about as hellish as being a junior in high school. Both times you should be on the verge of “success”, but instead you feel like everything’s collapsing on you at once and you’re being thrown into a world you don’t know yet. At least, that’s what (y/n) believed. How could all these years have passed and she still felt the same? Shouldn’t she have something to show for her supposed growth? She was 21 now, she was able to legally drink, gamble at casinos, and even adopt a child. But despite it all, she still felt like the 17-year-old girl she was four years ago. 

She shook those thoughts out of her head and got ready for class. Her earliest class is at 8 A.M which is a particular type of hell, she swore the administration had it out for her. 

“(y/n) you want some breakfast?” Her roommate and best friend, Autumn, asked.

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll just get a granola on the way there or something.” 

“Girl if you say so.” 

Autumn and (y/n) had been friends for years, going back to kindergarten. Growing up it's important to have some sort of comrade by your side, lucky for them they found each other quickly. Autumn’s full name was Autumn Sinclair which was a rather unique decision on her parent’s part, but the name fit her. Her brown skin always shimmered incandescently in the autumn sunlight, it was as if the world knew she was meant to be the epitome of fall beauty.  

(y/n) throws on a simple outfit because it’s too early in the morning to try to look nice. She wears a simple red crop top paired with mid-length gray shorts and some sneakers to make it look sorta cute. As she makes her way out the door and says her goodbyes to Autumn and their cat, Baby Blue, she grabs the granola as promised and steps outside to feel the spring weather. 

Her walk to class is short since her apartment is only a couple of miles away from the building. The class is decently sized and she recognizes most faces, except for the guy who sits in the back all by himself and never wears any color except black. He’s probably just as fed up as her with the excruciating morning class. She sits down in the third row, close enough for her to see while still maintaining some distance. Her professor, Mr. Dulmtin, finds great joy in “surprising” his students and keeping things “exciting”. (Y/n) doesn’t mind the man, but he gotta read the room sometimes. 

“Class, our assignment today will be a bit…adventurous.” He chuckles at what she guess is his wording. 

Everyone’s eyes raise a little and they wait to hear what torture he’ll inflict on them next. 

“Yes, you see for this project, it’ll take place over a span of three months, so mostly until the end of second semester.” Gasps could be heard around the room, this would be a huge part of their grade then, is he some sort of sadist? “And not only will it be over three months, but you will also work with a partner that I have specifically hand-chosen for you all.” He smirks a dirty smirk, the smirk of a man who loves to ruin the day of 20-somethings. 

Everyone has pretty much the same reaction, groans and mumbles. He, however, shuts everyone up by naming the partners on a list he has.

“...Bruce Wayne and (y/n) (l/n)”

A hush fell over the room. Everyone was quiet, most people had their eyes widened. (Y/n) quirked her eye and tilted her head. Who the hell was Bruce Wayne? He must be known since everyone was muttering about it, but she had never heard of that man in her life. His name did sound familiar though. Mr. Dulmtin shuts everyone up again and continues reading down the list. He finishes it up quickly and lectures about the assignment and what the requirements are. (Y/n) wanted to slam her head against the desk. 

Soon, the class ends, and everyone meets up with their partners. Well, everyone except for (y/n) who still has no idea who the hell Bruce Wayne is. 

“You’re (y/n) right?” A deep voice behind her asks.

“Yeah, I’m-” She turns and it’s the guy from the back of the class. He’s Bruce Wayne? Why was everyone so excited about this guy? He seems like a regular dude to her. “Sorry, yeah, I’m (y/n).”

He does a little nod as he hears that and a tight-lipped grimace. He’s obviously uncomfortable and out of his element, but for the time being he was going to have to suck it up because both of their grades depended on it. 

“Well if you have nothing to do for the next hour or so, maybe we could go to a cafe or something and discuss our plan for the project?” She asked him tentatively. 

“Ok.”

“...Alright then.”

The two left side by side in the most awkward way possible. They made no eye contact and didn’t speak to each other until they made it to the cafe. Anyone who passed them would know that they were just punished with Mr. Dulmtin’s annual “duo” project which was known to cause great horror among all students.

[seraphimcollections]

stars aligned | Namor x Wakandan!reader | chapter 7

warnings: nothing to note, not proof read

summary: Still in captivity of Talokan, Thulile has her own questions for the king.

words: 1.3

author notes: I AM SO SORRY this took too long to update. i started spring semester and its A LOT of reading. im going to try to post every thursday night. have mercy! also! please let me know if you wish to be added to the tag list!

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Namor had long heard her laughter before coming to the surface. He was irritated, to say the least. He had just spent the last hour and a half convincing his generals why he had let the land-dweller live, let alone letting her into their kingdom. 

“In ajawo’, the longer we let the land-dweller stay, the more likely it is for her people to come for her,” Namora's tone was uneasy as she monitored her king’s expression. 

“Not to mention she has no value to ransom. She is a lowly informant, nothing close to a bargaining chip,” Attuma said, obviously infuriated by the Wakandan’s presence. 

Namor felt anger rise in his chest as he glared at the general. He hated that he felt anything while the hammerhead-armored man bad mouthed his prisoner. His. It was a slippery slope. 

“Our people share a similarity when it comes to our subjects,” Namor growled, “they will not let her stay in our custody, and a trade will be struck. This I am sure.” 

“This will jeopardize our kingdom!” Attuma raised his voice, Namora grabbing him by his arm at his audacity. 

Namor’s gaze became dark, never wavering from the behemoth. 

“And that’s where you are wrong, general,” Namor hissed. “This is my kingdom, and I will make the decisions as I see fit.” 

Attuma gulped, taming her anger, temporarily. Namor turned from the two before giving his next orders. 

“Now, I believe you two have a trip to Boston to prepare for. See to it.” 

Namor was not a fool. He knew the dangers of keeping a land-dweller here, the odds leaning to do more harm than good. His dark hair fanned across his face as he stalled his ascent to the surface. The luminescence from the glow worms reflected into the water beautifully, dancing in his dark gaze. Through the rippling of the water, he could see two figures sitting at the water’s edge. He closed his eyes, listening carefully to their laughter. It was her, Thulile, but she wasn’t alone. Accompanied by Nicte, one of the guards assigned to keep an eye on his prisoner. The two seemed to become closer than he anticipated, now giggling like school girls at the water’s edge. 

He could hear Nicte clearly, but Thulile was quieter, almost guttural. It brought a smile to his face, brought on like instinct. With a flutter of his wings, Namor rose through the water before the crown of his head finally broke the surface. The water cascading from his wet locks and over his face, his gaze finding her instantly. 

Immediately the laughter stopped, Nicte bowing and opening her hands to her king while Thulile watched the mutant cautiously. Namor hovered over the surface, nodding to Nicte in acknowledgement with a smirk. 

“Don’t let me end your fun,” Namor said. “You may leave us, Nicte, thank you.” 

Nicte bowed her head before jumping to her feet and shuffling away back through the caves. Thulile didn’t show her fear, but kept herself calm as he came closer, his feet gently landing next to her. With a grunt, Namor sat next to her, letting out a sigh, throwing his head back. She couldn’t stop her eyes from running over his body, how the water bead across his rippled muscles, how his chest would rise and fall. He ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back before joining her dissecting gaze. She didn’t even flinch under his intense gaze, simply rivaling him. 

“Ah, someone doesn’t look like a scared mouse anymore,” Namor smiled, “what’s gotten you so courageous, chan.”

Thulile made a gesture with her hands, symbolling pen and paper. Namor chuckling. 

“We’re going to have to figure this out some time,” he smiled. 

She smiled, looking away as a blush scattered across her cheeks. But she couldn’t hide it from, reveling in her bashfulness. Namor scratched his neck, gathering up the courage to tap her shoulder. He reached for her, his fingers brushing against her arm, causing her flinch. Thulile gulped, almost believing she saw hurt in those deep eyes. She raised her hands to hold herself, rubbing them as if to say “cold.” 

“Ah, right, my temperature is much colder compared to you land-dwellers,” Namor chuckled nervously. “Sorry.” 

Thulile shook her head as if to say “it’s fine” before Namor continued. 

“I want you to know that I wish no harm to come to you,” his gaze softened, “perhaps this is hard to believe, but I only wish to guarantee the freedom and safety of my people. I hope for your return to the surface, I am sure someone is waiting for your safe return.” 

Her eyes widened before letting out a nervous chuckle and shaking her head. It was Namor’s turn to be shocked, leaning a hand on his knee. How could that be? No one would welcome her home into their loving arms, back into their bed- The thought made his heart beat quicker, now knowing that there would be no one to stand in his way. Well, other than the two being from completely different worlds, but this seemed like such a minute detail at this point. 

“What? No one?” He wanted to be sure. 

Thulile frowned, embarrassed before shaking her head “no.” Namor couldn’t hide his glee.

“Now that is criminal. Someone as beautiful as you should have a line of suitors asking for your hand. Those who don’t are fools, and those who will are lucky,” Namor smiled. 

Her eyes widened in surprise. What was he doing? Was he trying to break her defense, catch her off guard? She searched in his eyes for deceit, finding none. Thulile shook her head, pointing at him and mouthing the words “and you?”

Namor scoffed, “my love is for my people and my kingdom. I’m afraid there is not much left for a significant other.” 

Thulile’s gaze softened. The two were more similar than she thought. She had never thought of love while up there, her life too busy tracking down every threat that could come to Wakanda, never stopping to wonder if she would ever think of settling down like sister Nakia. From what she could see, her sister was happy living a more domestic life with her son, though she may have pictured it with T’Challa, fate was cruel to her. And even so, she did not resent the world for what it took from her. Thulile could not imagine feeling the same if the world did the same to her. 

  But her mind kept coming back to one constant, one question. What of this prophecy? Thulile jumped to her feet, rushing to the hut quickly. Namor blinked in shock at her sudden absence, watching her go for a moment before jumping to his feet and following her. A heavy feeling sank in his chest as he tried to catch up to her. Had he offended her with his unfiltered words? It wasn’t his intention of course, but he felt he had seriously overstepped his bounds and wanted desperately to correct his mistake. 

Namor pushed the curtain aside, watching as Thulile marched over to his murals, passing them by until she reached the one that was shrouded by a curtain. Namor’s breath caught in his throat as he stepped forward quickly, his hand reaching out for her.

“Don’t-!”

Thulile ripped the curtain down without hesitation, revealing the beautifully painted mural underneath. She stepped back to admire it totally, taking the delicate paint strokes of blues, golds and purples. She studied it for a moment. There were blue people, Talokanil she could tell, with her hands by their mouths and their gazes cast up to their king adorned in ceremonial headdress. He held his arms up, his gaze too cast up to another figure. This one was ambiguous, with no discernable features. But even so, light rays emitted from her and shone down the king and his people. This was it. The prophecy. 

Thulile let out a shaky breath before turning back to Namor who frowned, his expression almost disappointed. She pointed to the painted figure before mouthing the word: 

“Who.”

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[arttrampbelle]

Ok so since tumblr couldn't let me add more than 10 photos i had to improvise.

So here it is.

Shang tsung self ship giant ass post!

Ok so this is me. Describing things as if im giving a tour or tutorial on a game. :3

Very self indulgent.

🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉❤🐉

SHANG TSUNG'S ISLAND

The island: absolutely breathtaking views. Tropical paradise. Various old structures and architecture of many many various eras and dynasties of China. Sometimes you can feel the island like it's alive....how ominous. Shang tsung says the island is in a realm of its own. A pocket dimension,not quite affected the same way as the realms it connects to. It sorta of is timeless,much like the man who rules it...still wonder what he means by this.

But overall it has lovely shores and beaches. Lavish courtyards and gardens. It has an upper courtyard,and lower. The Lower courtyard is mostly for guests,kombatants when there is a tournament,servents and guards. The upper courtyard is for me and shang tsung. He doesn't let anyone wander around in it unless he invites you. Which he does rarely.

The interior: the interior is traditional but has modern facilities. (Look shang is old but come on man!)

Tho he does have a traditional kitchen and a modern. But the modern one is his personal one near his living quarters. The rest of the inner palace is still got an old school vibe.

The inner palace/private living quarters:The bed chambers is lavish. Large. Silks,velvets,gold,red. *sigh* . Beautiful.

Shang's private kitchen,bathroom,hot spring,etc is all connected.

Armor/clothing:has beautiful armor and a ceremonial sword in his bed chambers too.

Some armor is for kombat. Some is ceremonial. Either way it's always beautiful to look at.

I too have lovely outfits. Aren't they great?

My magic apprentice outfit. Sorceress in training if you will. (Not exactly how i had it,but it was closest to i could find)

Also our accessories too

Shang and i (lady tsung) have snake rings. A pendent that helps my magic training. Master tsung has a snake flask(with what alcohol or its contents, i dare not ask him) and a dragon pipe for Tobacco(or other substances im sure).

Throne room:Shang tsung's throne room is also breathtaking. A Large room,holden dragons,the tournament master private dining room, a small courtyard next to it. Isn't it lovely?

His chair and also the outside gates to the inner palace.

Well that's all i have to show you for now! I hope you enjoy your stay. You probably should get going before he gets back. Shang tsung,my beloved tends to get a bit peeved when i have guests up here.

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I hope you enjoyed this fun post. Also if you want you can use some of the pics for aesthetic boards if you want! Just try to credit me or at least send me a link to your work. I would love to see your creations!

Nothing is set in stone. And things may change but i have fun world building fr. So i hope this helps you too get ideas!

Plz i really love discussion on this stuff :'3 i have little people to talk to bout decor and design. And all this that goes into story and art.

Sincerely- @mrstsung (lady tsung,arttrampbelle)

*note i dont do mk12 shang. I will do any other shang tsung. Thank you*

[timetravell]

Twas the first day of school, here is a little recap:

We mainly went over all the new procedures. Theres one about phones and if they have to take it up 4 times in a row you have to pay a fine of 15 dollars. And the dress code regressed?? No teacher is enforcing it though. We still have the same tardy policy (10 tardies = ISS).

If this phone policy doesn't 'work' then we just- wont be allowed to bring our phones at all Which is a HUGE safety concern.

below is a recap of all my class periods <3

1st period: Colorguard

Nothing much happened here, again a lot of today was just a repeat of all procedures. There were a few band specific things, such as attendance, rehearsals, UDB, and stuff pertaining to the band hall itself. There is now a form so if need be, your istrument can be turned into the shop to get fixed!

We also cleaned out the guard locker room/area. All of the costumes from last year got put in one of the lower lockers. We somehow found stuff from seniors who left YEARS ago. And 3 year old water....in a jug still.. yikes.

2nd: Forensics!!!

Im actually so happy I got to be in this class. Im looking forward to a lot of things in it. Especially the labs and that one lecture about blood splatters. Our teacher is actually absent this first week, but thats because he's also the volleyball coach. (Our volleyball team is in Hawaii for nationals I believe)

We had three assignments. One of them was designing a locker (mine is super cute, it has a Marina poster), the second was a Syllabus scavenger hunt which isn't due until tomorrow but I wanted to get a jump on it so I finished it at home. The third was homework, which was just a student survey.

3rd: ELA

It was just, again, more policy updates and a little get to know you card. This class, thank god, wont be all on computer. We'll have some paper assignments. We haven't gotten our reading yet (which upsets me a teeny bit, but I'm sure we'll learn about it later in the week)

4th: AP World History

I'm actually so exited for this class its not even funny. I was genuinley upset when we didnt get our unit 0 packets and when I found out we werent getting our textbooks until Friday.

We did learn that the AP teachers are no longer allowed to split that 70% weighted major assignments to 40/30. Which absolutely sucks, and on top of that our first unit is stuff our state says we NEED to know to get said World History credit. Which means we wont even be tested on it come spring. Our district hates us.

I actually have a good teacher for this AP class, last year I had a very (idk how else to put it) 'White privlidged' teacher. AND AND I narrowly missed being stuck in a class with someone I despise. Made me so happy!

I also learned that 'The History of the Entire World I guess' is pretty accurate! So I can use that as a study resource for like- a short summary.

5th: Astronomy

SO SO SO excited for this class. And there is no math! None! (If they added math it would have to become an AP class). My teacher is so funny unironicly. He's very monotone and you would think he'd be a bore, but he's actually really funny in my opinion.

We actually will talk about why Astrology isnt real which I think will be really fun. I dont nessicarily believe astrology is real, I like the idea of it. But going indepts on why it isnt is going to be really interesting!

We also will get to learn how galaxies and solar systems form, which will be really helpfull for making my story, Abyss. Theres also gonna be night labs!! (if we go we get a free 100 on a test grade) And maybe some Day Labs if the school can get their hands on a solar telescope.

6th: Geometry

It's geometry. There wasnt really anything of note here. Just the fact that i somehow have a class full of kids who dont care abt the Highschool grades. (I have confirmed this, it isnt speculation) It's gonna be a loud period..

7th: Band (they split it up weird)

Again nothing of note. EXCEPT NOW I HAVE TO LEARN THE SHOW?? ON MY FLUTE?? WHAT??

Im in guard, i dont do 'band' until concert season. I cant work on my solo during this period OR my homework. Pissed me of factually because the original plan was as followed:

Used as a study hall

Practice choreography

Practice flute

But nope! They hate me! /j

8th: Musical Theatre!

So many new people! Its gonna be so much fun! I have a lot of friends in that class so im really excited!

I already know the song im gonna do for our first solo, just gotta get permission cuz its technicly not from a musical (Wont say im in love from hercules)

Anyways thats it!! Tmmr will most likely have some more stuff so follow if you want to see!

[azumasoroshi]

!!major jjk manga spoilers for the Thing

i was in the shower thinking for the millionth time in the past several months about how good ao no sumika is (tatsuya kitani is my hero)

but like

consider

when gojo finally arrives in the airport ao no sumika starts playing but it’s a really slow piano only (maybe with 1 violin) version

i say ao no sumika because i was rambling on twitter about how the main chorus “but even so, our blue still lives”/“our blue is still clear” directly contrasts with the entirety of the hidden inventory/premature death arc, which details exactly why and how their blue (spring of youth) died horrifically and tragically

and so the only reason it still lives is because of gojo’s love for suguru transcends time and space and the gift of the gods

and i do like the headcanon that six eyes has somewhat immortalized that time in gojo’s head and never really lets him forget it and sometimes he can just fully immerses himself in those memories

so yeah anyway ao no sumika playing when he finally kicks the bucket would be great because finally. finally their blue actually does still live

they’re back in their high school selves and free to live out the rest of their afterlife in that blue spring

it’s finally clear blur skies…

and “no prayer or word could ever reach you/no matter how close they could get to you” see it’s insane because only in the afterlife do gojo’s words finally reach suguru.

“in such a color as if it were a silent love” in other news did you guys see the tweet that showed that geto and gojo 100% moved closer to each other over the course of 236 because yeah anyway

“or as if it were a summer rolling down a cheek” - geto tearing up when gojo says he might’ve been satisfied if geto had been cheering him on. GOD

and “we’ll see each other again won’t we” AND THEY DID!!! THEY’RE FINALLY REUNITED! IN THE AFTERLIFE

(i still dont believe gojo’s permanently dead btw there’s too much buddha and resurrection symbolism)

(there’s also a theory that says no one in jjk ever gets what they truly desire, AND since gojo said he hoped 236 wasn’t a dream, it’s definitely gonna be a dream and he’ll have to get up and at em again because gege hates him)

or akari playing tbh. that would also make me cry like i was thinking about gojo’s song but fucking imagine the first song that plays after GOJO dies is GETO’s song are you KIDDING me (and it could happen because gojo’s first thought after getting unboxed was literally to mourn geto properly bro always has geto on the mind his geto neural pathways are so fucking strong)

oh god akari playing when it pans to riko and kuroi oh jesus oh lord

im gonna sob my eyes out either way any of it would kill me dead

[you-misunderstood-the-beatles]

this definitely isnt a cry for help....but i lie sometimes

also beware bc its a short story so theres many many details in a lil bit of time...im not sorry

NOT EDITED I JUST THREW THIS TOGETHER...ITS 12:30 AM (no names are real, especially mine lmao)

Hi, I'm Georgie and I'm not sure why the universe decided to do this to me…let me explain. I have spent my whole life trying to figure out where i can be myself naturally and fully but when i finally thought i found that space, i was so insanely wrong that i felt stupid. I found Maeve and Grace at different times. I met Maeve about a month after I found this "special place" and i found Grace around a year into doing it. My special place was a stage. I found love for acting and singing and dancing in front of countless people. Theater was my home, and I cherished it the best I could.

It was a mentally stimulating hobby. I got to focus one one specific thing for months on end and it was amazing…until I met Camille, that is. Camille was the epitome of textbook basic bitch. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes and she had a lot of money, courtesy of being related to the mayor, of all people. She went to a private catholic school and was pretty popular there too, from what I had heard from Maeve, who had also gone to the same school for a really long time.

Maeve and Camille were attached at the hip. And sure, I could be projecting my own insecurities into this but to be honest, Camille has never liked me, and I've known that. For almost a year I was a threat to her only lasting friendship she had ever experienced. Especially since she's a toxic bitch and one of the reasons she hates me beyond reasonable doubt is because at that point I had been the only person ever brave enough to call her out on it.

Camille was absolutely, positively a bad person.

Sure I wasn't as talented or experienced as them but at least I tried…Camille, Maeve and Grace started getting closer after about 4 months of me being friends with Grace. Grace had been one of my main confidants. She listened when I told her about my family problems or friendly problems, and I did the same for her. We trusted each other…or so I thought. After we finished with our spring show for the year we had a party where the entire cast was invited. A 'cast party' dare I say…

At this cast party we had nearly the whole cast of the show there, including Maeve, Grace and the one Bitch to rule all Bitches, Camille. I avoided them, for the most part, I had other friends i was allowed to hang out with. One of them being a girl named Livvy. She was sweet and she was good at singing and acting and being a friend. She was good. She was younger than me but so were Maeve, Grace and Camille so what's new?

Livvy was quiet unless with friends, which made me glad to be considered one of hers because I got to know the true Livvy… Sure she could let her slightly chaotic nature show in dramatic bursts but i enjoyed that about her. Livvy reminded me of Camille if she was a good friend or person. Livvy listened but we weren't super close, not like how I was with Maeve or Grace but we were good together, we contrated perfectly and our naturally polite personalities didn't ever clash which was relieveing.

Another girl I'm friends with who was there is Lilly. Her and Livvy had been friends since they were 3. They talk about it a lot, I don't mind it though. It's fun getting to hear about things they've enjoyed doing together for years! It just sometimes makes me sad that I never get close enough to people for them to enjoy my presence or if we do get close enough something, or someone, happens and they don't care anymore. Here's where the story comes in more.

There's another girl to introduce though…her name is Jaqueline. She's small and young and blonde and talented but, just like Camille, she's an asshole.And just like Camille, she hides her bitchyness with talent and sweet talking the older people in her life to get what she wants. Oh and I forgot to add…both Camille and Jaqueline got leads…

I got to the cast party so so so excited to finally get to hang out with Maeve without Camille watching like a hawk but sadly Camille was there, fortunately she was hanging around Jaqueline and a girl named Laila who follows her around everywhere anyway. I finally was able to chill with Maeve and Grace they started walking away or acting like I wasn't even there…shitty thing to do, I know. But it isn't like I need their attention…they are just some of my best friends I have so of course i wanted to hang out with them.

When everyone left the party me and my family were the last ones to leave, like always, and when we had gotten home i got a call from Maeve and it went something like this: "Hey, Georgie! Me and Grace just found out we're cousins!!!" "Uhm, what?" "Me and Grace are fourth cousins!!" "Look, that sounds great but I have a question for you…" "yeah sure, what is it?" "I heard you and grace talking about having a sleepover earlier, is she staying at your house tonight?" "Yeah! why?" "oh, no reason…congratulations on finding out you guys are cousins i guess but i just got home and im exhausted…im gonna go." "ok byeeee"

They met because of me. I created this mess. I've been telling Maeve we should hang out here and there and she's always "busy" but as soon as her and Grace click they're having sleepovers? Bullshit. Absolute bullshit.

Maeve is the one who has said over and over for more than a year that if she didn't have me she wouldn't know what she would do…and then she ignores me on purpose and treats me like I'm nothing but gum on the bottom of her shoe….

Why me? Why make me go through so much just for me to regret every last desicion I've ever made…? Why?

I don't even know how to recover from this stab straight to the heart…what do I do? I've only ever turned to Maeve and Grace for my problems…what do I do now?

[showerbong]

josh hutcherson bicurious (im paraphrasing)

i'm drinking miller and pirating contagion again on my laptop, which is overheating, and the fan is kicked on so high because i'm using all my available RAM with all the pop-up porn adds on this foreign streaming site called ww7.soap2day.co, and i am too lazy to try to close the titty pop-ups so i just let them loop, jiggling their tits over gwyneth paltrow's face as she hacks up a lung in the kitchen and keels over at matt damon's feet. i always forget that gwyneth paltrow has this insanely cunty and extraordinarily short-lived character arc as patient zero where shes in the movie for like 11 minutes and then next thing you know shes getting her head sawed open for an autopsy. the fan and the pop-up porn are so loud that i have the subtitles on and they just say [SAW BUZZING] and gwyneth's sort of stunned open-mouthed face is taking up the whole frame just staring slightly off screen. i feel like this has been said before but i love her character work here in contrast to the goop vagina rocks and pussy candles. me and jamie have been taking these quizzes recently to get our seasonal color analysis and i think gwyneth is a soft spring here. she's like pasty and bloodless but also so pastel while shes getting her brain dissected. me and jamie keep getting all four different seasons when we take all these different mommy blogger quizzes but i am just going to keep taking the quiz until i get what i want, which I think would be winter because its chic and classic and im so absolutely bored of midwestern people. i've only been to new york three times but i feel like its not too late to at least delude myself for a month or two that i'll move there next fall.

i keep seeing all these online debates about this new hunger games movie and something about the katniss / anti-katniss female lead character archetypes but i always scroll past before i have any sense of what they're talking about. i went through like 11 years of icloud photos tonight to show jamie because it got too complicated trying to explain all of the different phases & aesthetics i've cycled through. its so embarrassing to admit but in college literally everyone called me 'peen' for four whole years as some sort of extended callback to a weird comment i made freshman year about being team peeta & katniss and how i was team peenis. i really never set myself up for success and it was never mean spirited but it did feel particularly TARGETED, even when i came back to school in the fall one year incredibly TANNED and TONED from just working all summer and going to the gym like twice a day to avoid awkward one-on-one time with my mom. there was even this one dude that i fucked like three times or so, and we were like good friends but when i'd see him walking around campus he'd be like 'hey peen' and then proceed to text me to hang out a few hours later. classic that this would happen to me but again i did kind of bring it on myself in a moment of needing to just be the loudest, biggest breath-sucking striver in the room. i almost always succeeded, though, in captivating and maintaining.

you know years later i did finally succeed in reinventing myself as a cool fun party coke girl, but like one who also knows every pavement song and went to post-bar sex parties at this one allston dj's house. i think i fucked at least a couple guys who had josh hutcherson vibes but were considerably uglier. i think josh hutcherson once said that katniss & peeta & gale should have a threesome or something. in my personal experience, during this time i did have a threesome with this guy who i must have thought looked vaguely josh hutcherson, kind of stocky but with a nice jawline, but in reality this dude had a weird fupa and carried himself with a sort of an all-around, prematurely-aging affect. once after we boned he asked me to take pictures of him for his tinder account, and everything was just so boring then so i said sure yeah im game, and i truly had nothing else to do, so he had me take a bunch of shots of him laying completely naked on top of the bed with a copy of infinite jest folded open on his lap covering his crotch. you can see like a sliver of ballsack in every single picture. this, along with a few additional reasons, is why i think gwyneth paltrow's lobotomy on steriods speaks to me. i think a lot of my problems in life would be solved if i was just team gale

[queen-rainy-love]

I sadly deleted CRK cause storage issues and Im sorta sad about it (it was months ago during the BTS concert thing 😭).

is it okay if you could do a little oneshot that Clotted Cream got access to a BTS concert and VIP tickets to meet the BTS Cookies offstage in person. He brings his family—not Custard— and Financier, Crunchy, and Wildberry. His mom is there as well. Clotted Cream and Finanicier are ARMYs you cant change my mind—

Que the concert playing BTS Songs like, Save Me, Spring Day, Your Eyes Tell, and Louder Than Bombs. (DjajfksifisifksjfskkdabajJsjsj)

After the concert, everyone goes backstage and RM greets them and Clotted Cream is awed and secretly fanboys. BTS and the other Cookies talk to each other. Suga and Wildberry are just standing together, Clotted Cream sees them and immediately grabs Wildberry and gushes about Suga (his bias). WB smiles and jokingly says that Clotted Cream has a type. Suga also teases him a bit.

Soon they all leave and everyone has a good time. But then Clotted and Crunchy realized that they left Finanicier. Dont ask lmao.

We go back and See Finanicier getting an autograph from J-Hope.

(sorry for this longish thigy im just stressed cause of school and i love your work)

First, I will humbly honor this request to help lower your stress levels. Second, I'm sorry for the loss of this game on your phone. Third, I like that headcanon idea of yours. It's very cute! <3

Let's go!

*The scene is set during the BTS concert in the Cookie Kingdom. Clotted Cream, Custard III, Light Cream, Financier, Madeleine, Cream Puff, Crunchy Chip, and Wildberry were enjoying the show, singing along to all the songs. Wildberry couldn't help but smile whenever he sees Clotted Cream singing along and jumping to the song.*

*It wasn't long until the concert was over.*

Madeleine: What a wonderful show! The best this year!

Cream Puff: I'm sure it's the best show ever! Nothing can top this!

Custard III: Yeah! Nothing can!

*Clotted Cream and Financier looked at each other, smiling before the consul pulled out a few backstage tickets.*

Clotted Cream: I think there is a way.

Custard III: Oh my Godly! Amazing!

Crunchy Chip: Woah! No way! How did you get those?! They sold out in three minutes!

Clotted Cream: ...Did you...forget...that I'm the Consul of the Crème Republic?

Crunchy Chip: ...

Financier: Did you forget about that fact?

Crunchy Chip: No!...Maybe!

Madeleine: Never mind that! Let's go!

*Everyone took a backstage ticket before heading back there. As they walked over there, Light Cream asked her son a quick question.*

Light Cream: Sweetie. How did you get the money for this?

Clotted Cream:...*looks away thoughtfully*

*Meanwhile...*

Custard: What's this twenty thousand coin charge for?!

*Back to the main scene...*

Clotted Cream: *slightly panics* Don't worry about it. Oh, look! We're here! Haha! Let's go!

*The group finally reached the green room, where BTS was just finishing up with another group. The first member to notice the group was RM.*

RM: *smiles* Hey there! Welcome to our backstage meet-and-greet!!

Clotted Cream:*internally fanboying but keeps a calm smile* It is an honor to meet all of you.

*The BTS members started talking with the group: RM with Madeleine, Jung Kook and Jin with Cream Puff and Custard III, V with Crunchy Chip, J-hope with Financier, Jimin with Light Cream and Clotted Cream, and SUGA with Wildberry. Clotted Cream noticed Wildberry and SUGA talking, well, more like jump staring at each other. He excused himself from Jimin and his mother. He walked over to SUGA and Wildberry, taking a nervous breath. Wildberry noticed him first.*

Wildberry: *pulls Clotted Cream into a side hug* Hello love. I believe you know SUGA.

Clotted Cream: Haha. Yes. *blushes in embarrassment* I...I'm a big fan. I love the songs you've written and I love how you keep your cool under intense situations.

*SUGA and Wildberry looked at each other before smiling.*

Wildberry: *looks at Clotted Cream with a smile* It's good to know what your type is.

Clotted Cream: Huh?

SUGA: Strong. Silent. Calm. I'm sure I would have a good chance of dating you.

Clotted Cream: *flustered* I...um...I...Haha! I...

SUGA: *laughs* Just kidding. But I do appreicate you loving my contribution to the band. Thank you so much. *bows*

Clotted Cream: Oh! Of course! *bows*

*After a few minutes, the group waved BTS goodbye and left the green room. As they walked away, Crunchy Chip turned toward Clotted Cream.*

Crunchy Chip: What was going on with SUGA Cookie? I could hear a stuttering train coming from you.

Clotted Cream: Um...*starts blushing* Just got slightly excited for the meeting.

Crunchy Chip: Ha! Maybe next time, I should talk with him. He's a lot like Wildberry in some ways.

Clotted Cream: *blushes more* Yeah...a lot like him. *slightly looks behind him and notices something.* Huh?

Crunchy Chip: What's up?

Clotted Cream: Where's Financier?

*The scene goes back to Financier and J-hope still talking. J-hope was signing an autograph book.*

Financier: Thank you for doing this last minute task. I'm sorry for taking up your time.

J-hope: *smiles* Don't worry about it! I'm more than happy to do this! I also hope you'll be able to connect with your friend again.

Financier: *shyly smiles* Thank you.

[topperscumslut]

ok it’s 2am and i can’t sleep and am going feral i have both my jobs tomorrow; my main one (running shoe store) from 10am to 5pm and then my side job (taco bell) that used to be my main job but i fucking hated it and put my two weeks in cuz i was closing til insane times in the morning 5 nights a week but they begged me to stay for just one night a week for a few hours a night so i reluctantly agreed, from 10pm to 2am probably 3am tbh and i spent the weekend at my sister’s house an hour away from where i work and live so imma get no sleep but i have many thoughts so here’s my in depth analysis of when the Harper quads were born that i spent HOURS trying to figure out

im surprisingly sober but i took a shot of pickle juice and am ready to go insane let’s GO

so let’s start with the basics - we know for a fact the quads were born between february 2004 and november 2004. how do we know that? bcuz of the Valentine’s Day episode (Valentime’s Day, s1e15) where the quads find an old tape from Valentine’s Day of 2004 that shows their parents finding out that they’re having quadruplets. now for some reason most of the fandom likes to think that Valentine’s Day is their birthday bcuz of this episode which makes NO SENSE bcuz a. why would they only find out they’re having quadruplets when Anne goes into labor and b. there was already a birthday episode (The Quadfather, s1e11) in the first season separate from the Valentine’s Day episode. even if they wanted to be surprised about the gender of the baby, Anne would’ve had an ultrasound at some point during the pregnancy to find out that the baby is healthy and would’ve been informed that it’s actually four fetuses instead of one.

which leads to me researching quadruplet pregnancies in a desperate attempt to find out at what point during the pregnancy this information would have been revealed to find out when their birthdate would logically be, where i learned that the earliest this would have happened would be 6 weeks in. not only that, but apparently quadruplet pregnancies usually only last about 30 weeks instead of 40. this SIGNIFICANTLY cuts down our range of dates by 16 weeks (6 weeks for the minimum of how far along Anne would have been, and 10 weeks for the decreased gestation period). if we take exactly nine months after february 14, 2004, we get november 14, 2004, and when we subtract those 16 weeks we get august 1, 2004. now while the NRDD fandom wiki lists all of the quads’ birthdates as february 14, 2004, if we go to the wiki for Avery, a classmate of the quads’ introduced in season 3, her birthdate is listed as june 1, 2004, and in the trivia section it’s included that she has the same birthday as the quads, which i’m 99.9% sure is never actually mentioned as canon in the show, but considering it fits in our range of dates, i kinda just rolled with it.

here’s where things get tricky - the ordering of the episodes. in season 1, the quads’ 10th birthday episode aired on January 10th, 2015 between the Christmas episode (Santa’s Little Harpers, s1e11) and the aforementioned Valentine’s Day episode, which would imply that they were born January 10, 2005, but we’ve already determined that that is impossible. it’s exponentially unlikely that Anne Harper was pregnant for a little over a year, this would make the quads the longest recorded pregnancy of all time. it’s also not possible that they were born in january 2004 as they were not yet conceived. in The Quadfather, if we look at the outfits worn by the characters it seems to reflect that it’s set sometime in spring or maybe a cool summer. so we kinda have to take the episode ordering out of the picture bcuz the writers clearly have not put as much thought into this as i have, but it’s still bothering me. in season 3, we encounter another slight problem in the ordering of the episodes’ releases, as s3e16 One Quadzy Summer (a summer vacation episode), s3e17 Quad for Teacher (an episode that shows the quads back at school), and s3ep18 Quadpendence Day (presumably a Fourth of July episode, which would still be during the summer) are all back to back. so the quads went on summer break, went back to school, and now suddenly it’s the Fourth of July? okay. the only possible explanations for this are a. Quad for Teacher is set in summer school… for some reason or more likely, b. the Independence Day episode isn’t actually set ON Independence Day, but rather as soon as they got back from summer break.

now while the june 1 date originally made sense, Ricky makes an interesting comment in Quad for Teacher. he comments about how many days the quads have been alive for, and i don’t remember the exact number, but i did the math and it would place said episode at 17 days after their 13th birthday. this further cements the fact that the quads were born summer of 2004, but early june would no longer make sense. there’s no way they would have been going back to school as early as june 18th. since this episode is preceded by a summer episode, it makes sense that this would be from when they were starting the school year rather than ending it. this raises another interesting topic - the birthday of Mae, Dawn’s best friend. on wikipedia, Mae’s birthday is listed as January 21, 2005, which i originally didn’t understand where that was coming from until i realized that in s3e3 Keeping Up with the Quadashians, it’s mentioned that it’s Mae’s birthday, and the episode aired on January 21, 2017. if this is indeed Mae’s birthday, it would place her in the graduating class of 2023, and considering Mae and the quads are in the same class, they would have been born in late summer or even early fall of 2004 for this to be possible. however, there are a few issues with this. first of all, just bcuz the episode featuring Mae’s birthday was released on this date doesn’t mean she actually was born on that date, as we know from the previous issue with the quads’ birthday in season 1. second of all, even if that is Mae’s birthday, we don’t have much reason to believe it would be her 12th birthday as it’s never stated in the episode. it’s much more likely that since the quads turned 13 in season 3 that she did as well and her birthday would be January 21, 2004. third of all, if Avery was born June 2004 and Mae was born January 2005, how the hell would they be in the same class?

this is the point where i realize that my theory is quickly unraveling and that it’s nearly 3am and im going to get a Power Nap instead of a full night of sleep before an 11 hour work day and am regretting all of my life decisions

so by this logic, the quads would most likely be the graduating class of 2022, or even possibly 2023 if they were born later in 2004. however, in s3e19 Cementing the Quad’s Legacy, released July 8, 2017, it’s revealed that the quads are graduating middle school as the class of 2017, which raises the question - what the fuck? if they’re graduating middle school and starting high school in 2017, they would have graduated high school in the class of 2021. i was class of 2021 and was born in july of 2003 and was already one of the youngest in my class. so how are you barely 13 and already going off to high school? and if this is the case, the previous summer only a FEW EPISODES BEFORE, where they turned 13, would be the summer of 2016, meaning they were born in 2003, which is SCIENTIFICALLY IMPOSSIBLE. at this point my brain started to hurt and i ended up giving up on trying to make it fit into the episode timelines and instead turned to the scientific explanation and what we already know about Anne’s pregnancy with the quads.

so we already know the earliest Anne could have found out about her quadruple pregnancy is 6 weeks along, but after thorough research, apparently the average time after conception when this information is available over ultrasound would be 7-8 weeks. so if we subtract 1-2 weeks from our estimated latest possible date of august 1, then we get the most likely range of july 17-24, which checks out with Ricky’s comment as it’s logical for them to be back to school around early august.

in conclusion, the Harper quads were most likely born late july of 2004, and i need to go the fuck to sleep as it is 3:08am. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

update: it’s come to my attention thru further research that finding out about quads would likely happen closer to 12 weeks, which pushes our date back further to june 19. however, considering the flighty nature of Tom and Anne Harper, it’s very possible and potentially even more likely that they didn’t end up finding out until even further along, and the quads could’ve have been born in mid to late may of 2004, meaning One Quadzy Summer could still be set in the summer of 2016 but Quad for Teacher, Quadpendence Day, and Cementing the Quads’ Legacy could all be set in may of 2017, though it would be strange that the show would skip almost a year ahead from summer of 2016 to late spring of 2017. it’s also possible (but weird af) that the quads are in an extremely unconventional schooling system where they graduate middle school after 7th grade, and start high school in 8th, making them still the class of 2022. idfk im very confused and sleep deprived and my brain hurts again.

my best guess is anywhere from mid may to early august of 2004 but im just baffled at this point.

another update: god whoever is editing the fandom wiki clearly wasn’t paying attention to the show. i was wondering where the “fact” that Avery and the quads share a birthday came from, but i just watched s3e13 Quadspiracy Theory where the foreign exchange student Britt throws a surprise party for the quads on Avery’s birthday, but it’s CLEARLY stated in the episode that it’s not a birthday party and Nicky even says that their birthday isn’t for another 5 months. that episode aired on august 4, 2018, which once again brings us to the january 2005 date, which as we’ve covered is scientifically impossible. also kinda irrelevant but Nicky is shown eating meat during some of the final episodes after deciding to be a vegetarian in s4e8 Quadentity Crisis. god the plot holes run DEEP.

[yukisubmarino]

I have high hopes for Insomniacs After School, and it just might save what’s turning out to be a boring Spring season. The artwork bursts with competence even if it lacks originality, and while the dialogue isn’t perfectly natural, it has a grounded charm that distinguishes it from 95% of high school romances.

Insomniacs has Call of the Night vibes, minus the vamps, natch, and I’m not sure whether thats an improvement. I’m also not quite sold on our leads—im not entirely sure what makes either of them interesting yet, but there’s enough charge here to keep me coming back.

Ganta and Isaki have a composed chemistry, and I love how they thrust themselves into each other’s lives without hesitation. Ganta is the one protagonist asshole I havent completely turned against because, I mean, who hasnt snapped at a coworker or classmate after running on no sleep?

Don’t be fooled by the lack of fanservice—this show is horny. Our leads “sleeping together” may look super PG on the outside, but seeing Isaki wipe drool from her face after waking up was sexier than anything from Bisque Doll or Rent a Girlfriend. Or maybe thats just a fetish of mine showing.

ANYWAY go watch Insomniacs. I’m not all-in quite yet, but it won’t take very much to get me over the edge. Here’s to hoping, and get some sleep, everyone.

[hyunverse]

you’re so right hyunjin would 100% write you literally anything you like or would just come up w smth new whenever he felt like it. also would def just give you artwork he made for you 🥲. imagine him giving you little pieces of your fave animal or his fave pic of you guys together </////3 god id be in shambles. also i did not realize malaysia was that hot ?? i couldn’t do it i hateeeeee the heat. but then i also hate the cold. like i’ll literally be going to school in -20C weather where i live😭😭 it’s so awful. so spring and fall are 100% my times of the year like i’m always happiest at those times bc the weather is just normal

so true men are just men. i think we got lucky w our skz’s zodiacs. bc changbin is the only leo man that can exist okay 🙅🏻‍♀️ he is nothing like these average ass horrible leo men. he’s bias wrecking me so hard lately like he’s literally fighting w hyunjin rn for the spot. i can hear them bickering in the back of my head 😒😒

ALSO RIGHT i can’t help but baby him 💔💔 same w seungmin i just want to squish his cheeks 💔💔💔 manifesting seungmo forehead rn 🙏🏼. SO IMPRESSED W THE BOWLING BTW THATS AWESOMEEEE. i hope you had sm fun 😋 i’ll have to try it again soon and lyk. most likely i’ll be shit but it’s worth a try. my day was not the besttttt i’m rly stressed out and have a ton of crap going on but seeing ur response made my day ^_^. i saw it and blushed and squealed not even kidding. ur the sweetest you always put a smile on my face. i hope your day is good today :)) i think it’s like 6 am there rn which is so funny bc i’m about to eat dinner. like it’s cool to think we’re doing our opposite routines at the same time. does that even make sense ?? 😭 this is what i mean w the rambling i’m just 💔 LOL

alsoooooo i’m gonna reply to your other post here too and say i’m so glad you moved on from those pos’s. relationships suck and that’s why i read fanfics like yours to fill the void 🙏🏼. i’m jk i’ve also moved on but im a lover girl at heart so not being in a relationship is legit torture. like i just want to talk to someone and be loved and like go on dates 🙄 KISSES AND HUGS FOR U THO you deserve all of them bae <33

- 🐈‍⬛ (spammed again omg what is my PROBLEM ?? you bring out the talk in me and most ppl can’t do that <33 i can’t help it ur too kind)

hyun <3 painting u <3 with a fond smile in his face <3 they don’t make men like him anymore!

malaysia IS hot bae. . . it’s located at the equator </3 spring and fall seems so pretty, especially fall!! like dawggg i wanna be jumping on piles of fallen leaves too mane 😔🙏 dress up cute ‘n stuff. i will be showing up everywhere lookin like rory gilmore 💯 everytime i see an autumn grwm i gotta stop myself from kicking and throwing a tantrum cs i don’t live somewhere with the four seasons 🤸‍♀ -20°C weather is insane i would literally drown myself in boiling water 🧘‍♀

the thought of changjin bickering IS SO FUNNY like those two istg. . . love how hyunjin rejects every single one of changbin’s affections LMAO i always laugh at them. binnie in the samsung ad got the girlies going CRAZY LIKEEEEE. . .

i get the desire to be loved tbh. likeeee feeling loved is so nice but at the same time i feel like i have no mental span for a relationship anymore 💀 i am so busy during the times i am in campus so having a bf wud probably be disastrous for me.

u need to come bowling with me i Will defeat u 💯 LMFAOOO. or maybe you, too, will find out that ure actually a hidden bowling prodigy. u never know ykyk. also yeah timezones are so odd but it is somewhat painfully endearing. . . ? just two people doing opposite routines but still being able to be friends at the same. isnt that so cute omg. i’m sorry your day was crap my love, here i giv u minho pics to hopefully make ur day today better than yesterday’s!!

mwahmwah sending u my love sweetheart <3