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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Follow You Anywhere 10

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’re online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: back to work but still hurting.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Asking for more or putting ‘part 2?’ is not feedback.

Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

You’re grateful only for the reprieve of Sy’s shower. He spends at least an hour in the bathroom but it’s not nearly enough time to figure this out. He’s not going anywhere and you have no way of changing that. And with how things are going, it won’t be long before you’re entirely trapped with him. 

The helplessness suffocates you. You slowly get up, needing to do something, anything to keep your thoughts from spiralling further. Or him. 

You go to the kitchen and pull out some chicken. Even with your recent shop, what you have won’t last. Not with two people. You marinate the tender breast as you pull out the jasmine rice and your mini rice cooker. Everything you have is built for one, it’s another reminder that he’s invaded your life. 

The bathroom door opens and you stay hidden in the kitchen. It’s only as he calls your name that you poke your head out. You don’t want him to think you’ve tried to escape again. Imagine that, escaping your own life. 

“Here,” you squeak and your mouth hangs open. He stands in only a towel. It’s low enough that the trail of hair along his stomach grows thicker just above the knot. Your lashes flick and you cough, “just starting dinner. Jerk chicken and... and rice.” 

“Sounds delicious,” he grins and runs his fingers through his beard. “Much better than field rations, eh, Aika?” 

He whistles at the dog and she perks her ears up. Sy sighs and drops his arms, smiling at you dreamily. Your eyes wander to the scars all over his body; a thick raised one along his ribs and smaller ones flecked along his shoulder and a line on his lower stomach. 

“I’ll get dressed,” he rubs his hands together, “can’t be eatin’ in my towel, huh?” 

“Sure, uh, I... I’ll be in here.” 

You go back into the kitchen and stare at the rice maker. You see the reflection of his scarred mind in his body. Again you can’t help the rent in your heart. That sympathy that underlines your fear. He’s a tortured soul but not one you can soothe. You don't know where to begin. 

You put the chicken in the oven and set the rice to cook. Next you look for a veggie. Broccoli. Standard. You’ll add a bit of seasoning. You’re not very hungry, even as the aromas rise in the air. 

“God, it’s hot in here,” Sy growls as he appears in the doorway that opens to the dining space.  

“It’s the oven,” you say as rinse the head of broccoli, “sorry.” 

“Ah, you know, it’s not half so bad as the desert,” he chuckles, “Aika knows. The way the sand gets all in your mouth and—and everywhere else.” 

“I can’t imagine,” you murmur, “wouldn’t be a day at the beach, I’m sure.” 

“Mm, no,” he agrees as he leans on the wall, “not a bad idea. I could take ya down for a beach day. We could get some good pictures. A few videos.” 

“Maybe, I don’t know,” you focus on your task. You put the broccoli on the cutting board and pull out a knife. 

“You want me to get that, sweetie? Don’t wanna cut yourself now,” he pushes away from the wall. 

“No, I got it,” you line up the knife and chop the head in half. He winces. 

“It’s dangerous, you got a smaller one?” 

“Really, Sy, I’m fine,” you insist as he looms closer, “let me just get dinner ready and you can sit--” you hiss as you pull your finger back at the sudden slip. 

“I told ya,” he accuses as he grabs your hand and examines it. His grip is iron and you don’t resist. There’s no blood. 

“It was just my nail,” you wiggle the top of your finger, “please--” 

“Let me do it,” he insists and reaches for your other hand, “give me the knife, sweetie.” 

You hesitate but hand it over. You’re not sure why he’s so nervous about it. Still, there’s no sense fighting over sharp objects. 

“We gotta work together, don’t we?” He says as he chops.  

“Sure,” you agree thinly. 

You turn to get a sheet pan for the broccoli. You’ll dress in oil and some spices, maybe a bit of lemon juice. As you lay parchment paper over it, he drops the knife in the sink. 

He remains, crowding you as he watches you work. You spread out the little branches and drizzle them over. You put them in beside the chicken and rinse off your hands. You dry off and glance over at Sy. He's watching you. 

“You really don’t have to stay out here,” you say. 

“I like being around you,” he grins, “still can’t believe it’s real.” 

Me neither, you think. 

“Well, all that’s left is the waiting,” you set a timer, “so...” 

“Ah, well, s’pose we can do that on the couch.” 

“Oh, well, I was gonna get the laundry together,” you say, the excuse popping up spontaneously. 

“Why don’t you wait ‘til tomorrow?” 

“Right, uh, I wanted to get it done. I need to get back to my commissions tomorrow.” 

“Mmm,” he hums flatly, “you work too hard.” 

You withhold a mean thought. He hasn’t mentioned work since he showed up. What about that desk he was talking about? You know better than to challenge him. You’ll keep the peace as long as you have to. Get through dinner then worry about the real test; bedtime. 

“Alright, let’s sit,” you relent and reach for his large hand.  

It’s not an affectionate gesture, merely appeasing. You can still hear his voice booming and the thump his skull made on the wall. Not to mention the state of his face and the dent in your wall. You can’t forget what he’s capable of. You can’t deny that you’re lucky he only hurt himself. 

He lets you guide him out of the kitchen and you try not to show your reticence. You won’t think of what happened on the couch last time. Besides, you can’t leave the food to burn. 

💗

You eat at the table. It’s an excuse for some space. As you waited for the timer to save you, you were trapped in his embrace. His constant touching and cooing. You should be flattered when someone tells you you’re pretty and perfect but he just makes you want to combust. 

You can hardly stay still. You clear the table and tidy up what mess is left in the kitchen. You can hear him prowling in the other room. You wipe down the table and peek up as he stops to watch you. 

“Almost done?” He asks. 

“Sure, uh, I’ll finish and get washed up for the night.” 

“Washed up?” He echoes. 

“Brush my teeth, wash my face, all that,” you explain. 

“Oh, yeah, makes sense.” 

“What about Aika? She need to go out?” 

He stops and looks at the dog, still laying at the door. 

“She should,” he intones grimly, “I’ll take her then.” 

He disappears into the bedroom as you let out a breath. It’s not much. You know you’re just putting off the inevitable. He reemerges with the jangle of keys and you see your phone case peeking out of a pocket in his cargo shorts. He might seem scattered but there’s something about him that assures you he’s just as calculated. 

“I’ll be back,” he assures and stops just by the door, “sure you don’t wanna come with us?” 

You rinse off the cloth and shake it out. 

“I’ll be fine.” 

“You should come...” he mumbles. 

“Sy,” you go to the doorway parallel to the apartment door, “I promise, I won’t go anywhere.” 

You have nowhere to go. 

He stares at you. His looks pale and drawn. He cracks his neck as he tilts his head one way then the other. He lets out a long exhale as he sets his head straight and he steps closer. Aika stands, her paws scuffing on the hardwood. You gulp as he makes himself bigger and glares down at you. 

“I know you won’t,” he says quietly, “because you know I’ll follow you anywhere, don’t you, sweetie?” 

You bat your lashes and gulp. You nod, “yes, captain.” 

His lips curve and he reaches to grab you, cradling the back of your head as he pulls you close and kisses your forehead, “good girl. Get nice and fresh for me.” 

He lets you go with a growl and you stand frozen between the counters. Aika watches him with her doleful eyes as he steps into his boots. He opens the door and points her out, not bothering to take the leash with him. She looks at you, wiggling her nose, before she goes. 

The door snaps shut behind Sy and jolt you. You can’t shake the grit in his voice. The subliminal threats laced into his proclamation of devotion. He found you and he’ll find you again, so why bother trying to run? 

You shut off the kitchen light and flit into the bedroom. You gather up a set of pajamas. A white tee and short pairing with little sliced oranges stamped into the fabric. You lock yourself in the bathroom and face yourself in the mirror. You look just as afraid as you feel. 

You lay out the pajamas to one side of the sink and put on the fluffy headband that keeps your hair out of the way. You start your usual routine, the familiarity the only comfort you have left. Brushing flossing, exfoliating, moisturizing, and toning. It’s the little things you started to make yourself feel better but they just aren’t working this time. 

You hear him return as you button up the pajama top. You stare at the door with dread and gather up your shirt and skirt, along with your panties and bra. You teeter on the balls of your feet, trying to find whatever you might call courage. He gets there first. 

The knock makes you jump. You quickly go to the door and flip back the lock. He opens the door from the other side before you can. 

“Everything okay?” He asks. 

“Yes,” you answer dumbly as you hug your armful of clothes. 

“Oh, you look... nice. Refreshed.” 

“Um, yeah,” you say as you waver. There’s no room to get around him. 

He steps back and waves you out. You carry the clothing into the bedroom to dump in the hamper and turn to find him looming in the doorway. Great. 

“You smell good,” he purrs as he peels off his shirt. 

“Did you lock the door?” You ask. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout that. You got me here to take care of ya,” he scoffs and hurls the shirt so it just barely clings to the side of the hamper. “Those are some cute jammies.” 

“Oh, uh, thanks,” you look down and pinch the sides of the shorts. 

“Long day,” he stretches and drops his arms, unbuttoning his shorts shamelessly. 

“Yep,” you agree, “be nice to sleep.” 

You go to the edge of the bed and slip beneath the duvet. You tuck your chin down as you hug yourself beneath the fluffy cover and keep your back to him. He flips the light off and you nearly whimper. The bed dips behind you and cool air flows under the blanket as he climbs in behind you. 

You’re not surprised when he swathes you in his thick arm. He pulls you against him, his furry chest flush to you as he purrs. You grasp his forearm and squirm as his heat surrounds you. He nuzzles your hair and plumes hot breath over your scalp. 

“Ain’t this nice? I could spend every night like this,” he growls as he keeps you curled up in one arm as his other hand trails down your side. “Never slept much over in the s—over there.” 

You squeak and stare into the static darkness. You tremble and force out a yawn. Maybe he’ll get the hint. For once. 

“I’m tired too, sweetie,” he toys with the bottom button on your shirt, “I know I’ll sleep all nice and cozy with you.”  

His fingers tickle your lower stomach and crawl beneath the cotton. You go rigid as he creeps up your soft flesh and you latch onto him as you try to stop him. He presses his lips to your crown. 

“Don’t be bad,” he warns in a gristle. 

You let him go with a babble. He brings his hand to cover one side of your chest. He squeezes and lets out a raspy groan. He rolls his hips and you feel he’s in need again. You close your eyes and brace yourself. It’s worse than the couch. You’ve laid yourself down in his trap. 

“You’re so soft, sweetie,” he fondles you, swirling his rough fingertips around your nipple, “so warm...” he inhales your scent and snarls, “you got me hurtin’ so bad.” 

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT with a reader who would literally get into a fist fight for them?? Literally, if someone even looks at them wrong reader will throw hands. It's literally that meme (Random person) "GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH" (MCYT) "it don't bite" "YES IT FUCKIN DO-" I'm sorry I'm feeling silly 😔

OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT AND THE REFERENCE TO THIS MEME LMFAOOO OH MY LORD BSHWJRHEJJAJW ; very vine oriented so I apologize. you threw me into a loop referencing that

MCYT ; "anytime, anywhere, I'd beat a bitches ass for you"

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, slimecicle, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, talk of blood/injuries, physical fighting, vine cringe because I got very carried away and you can tell

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he was one of those kids in high school that made light offensive jokes but would never fight anyone over anything, he's not a violent person at all other than in his jokes

but God forbid some random person look at you two weird in public, you're on their ass

you're more offended that they were judging Tommy at all, you couldn't care that they were judging you

"sorry, do you have a problem?" You squint your eyes at the person, "me and my boyfriend are just trying to shop and you keep following us around and staring, like, can I help you?"

just a teenage Karen

yall do take it outside when the motherfucker follows you out and begins to record you

you beat this fuckers ass to a PULP

Tommy's just holding the few bags of stuff you'd purchased staring down, jaw on the fucking floor like "Oh my God wtf do I do"

he had the vlog camera on so he kinda got it all on video before he pulled you away from the person

yall sprinted the hell away bc the security guards were running towards yall 😭😭

#neveridentified

#the person admitted guilt anyways and said they were planning to hurt you so no point in trying to track yall down for self defense

#i barely know the law shush

RANBOO

they just kind of accepted that you were like this

"I do not endorse violence unless you are y/n. I can't make them un-violent. I have tried, they're a vicious guard dog now"

hurricane Katrina? more like hurricane tortilla when you enter the building

yk the free style dance teacher vine? that'll be ranboo out in public and someone will stare at them all weird and you'll glare back

"walk away, walk away" you mumble, watching the person hurrily walk away as they see you like glaring daggers into their skull

your dynamic is the one vine that's like "Oh can I have a sip of your water?" and "It's not water or vodka, it's vinegar" "bitch what"

then you'll go make angsty edge lord posts to the one bojack horseman audio "I'm not a violent dog" and insert a clip of you beating the shit out of someone in high school

FREDDIE BADLINU

you post the "look at all those chickens" vine on your Twitter everytime you see a hate comment made for one of you

you love instigating fights w people online it's the funniest fucking thing

if you don't know how to reply to some dumbass edgelord response you'll just spam the guacamole vine until they shut up

"wait, why does y/n have so many soaps?"

"MIND YOUR FUCKIN BUISNESS DAVID"

Freddie's response to your violence is usually the saxophone seal vine. he genuinely laughs everytime he sees you fighting w someone online

sometimes you'll stream it while you wait for a response and while you're fighting online trolls who've been brainwashed by Twitter

"You're gay?!?!?!?11??11"

insert the "ms keisha dead" vine and the battle is over idk what to say

fight fire with fire I guess

NIKI NIHACHU

she hates yet loves that you'd fight ppl for her

oh, someone treated her wrong? you'll be trending on Twitter for fighting the person

#y/u/n will literally be at number 1 for a week

people edit the fight too

she appreciates it though, even though she doesn't exactly like to promote violence, she'll accept it from you

"Oh, don't worry about them, they're just a little... nervous around people sometimes"

"nervous? girl that mf is SNARLING at me"

you'll see a post that's like "me when someone tries to start shit w my s/o" and reply with the "hahaha I do that" vine

when I tell you she CACKLES reading online fights with people 😭🙏

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

"get the F off my yard!" proceeds to have to drag you away from situations where someone's actin a little funny in a /neg way

he genuinely thinks you fighting people for him is funny

he'll tell the stories on stream and to his friends like "dude they fucked this guy up, I honestly feel bad for laughing"

honestly most the time it's people victimizing themselves

like that one meme where the lady very obviously and fakely falls over that bench on LIVE TELEVISION.

he's your biggest supporter

he's the old guy from that one vine of the kid singing "Oh wait a minute mister postman" and he does the whole ass high note

"here's y/n fighting someone for idk what because they're talking to the police 😋"

you're a problem at this point

QUACKITY

you've physically fought so many wild racists for him it's crazy

he'll gladly cheer you on

"AHHHH COME GET YO DOG BRO HELP"

"Oh it don't bite"

you proceed to bite the bitch

online fights are usually responded w the purple teletubby twerking meme

"L don't be a weak ass racist pussy next time"

you fight Logan Paul for some reason??? Twitter drama mostly

don't worry quackitys there to watch

17-3 don't worry... ehehehrhahahha

when he tells you that you need to stop instigating fights you send him the "They ask you how you are but you just have to say that you're fine when you're not really fine" meme BAHDNHAHA

FOOLISH GAMERS

"YOU KNOW WHAT DUDE? IM OUTTA HERE" vine in a nutshell with you two. I can't explain this but it makes sense I swear

"whatd you do to your eyebrows?" meme except its "Whyd you fight that person!?" "I don't really know!"

Twitter fights are like "and they were roommates!" "ohmygodtheywereroomates" I swear to fucking god

you love instigating shit with Twitter trolls

when you stand up for him/reply to edgelord haters for him he replies with the "country boy I love youuuuuuu" vine

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKIN MONEY!" vine with the law and order intro is literallt how physical fights go

let's just say some stalker edgelords tracked you guys down at the streamer awards...

HE AND PUNZ GENUINLEY CHEER YOU ON

here you go trending on Twitter again

[ambassadorarlert]

a compilation of some of my personal armin head canons. lmk if i should do another. this is kinda long, sorry not sorry. <33 NSFW 18+ ONLY MDNI

scorpio sun, virgo moon, capricorn rising.

- sun in scorpio: emotional and compassionate / intense and mysterious

- moon in virgo: service minded and shy / analytical and judgmental

- rising in capricorn: loyal and ambitious / unfulfillment and drudgerous

armin is the sweetest person to exist ever

- treats you the way he wants to be treated and more than you ever thought you could ever deserve.

- would rather die first than to hurt your feelings

- and when he does it’s never on purpose and it’s always sorry for it and will try to make up anyway he can

- always goes out of his way to make things easier for you

- his love languages are acts of service, physical touch, and quality time

- if your space is kinda messy he’ll do his best to reorganize and clean up for you

- needs to live in your skin. hugs often. holds your hand any chance he can. plays with your hair. lays in your lap. touchy touchy touchy

- date nights ever weekend, or every other weekend. tries to go somewhere nice and do something grand once in a while.

- he’s too embarrassed for full fledged PDA, but chaste kissing and holding hands is okay.

neurodivergent

- might be on the spectrum. you kinda gotta squint.

- has some kind of sleep disorder like insomnia or parasomnia.

- prone to nightmares

- also has depression, ptsd, anxiety

- does not take medication, like an antidepressant, even though he should

- he tries not to lay around too much when he’s around you or staying at your place, but when he’s alone in his own home he can stay in bed for literal days.

- his grandfather is getting older and his parents died when he was young so he has looming anxiety of death and losing people he loves.

- also has separation anxiety. he’s like one of those howling cats when their owner leaves for work.

- is kind of a picky eater. goes out and orders either alfredo pasta or chicken tenders.

- will stay up rlly rlly late until he can’t stand it

- drools in his sleep so if he’s laying on you, there’s a little wet spot lmao gross

anxious attachment style

- you remind him every single day that you love him, that he’s the only one for you, and that you’re happy in your relationship

- but he just can’t help not feeling adequate and good enough so sometimes his insecurities bleed out into other things.

- it gives him peace of mind that your location is on and he can see where you are.

- he goes through your following almost every day to see if anything has changed.

- will sometimes ask “do you know this guy?” when he sees you’ve gotten a new follower or if someone leaves a comment on one of your pics.

- super cyber stalker. if somebody leaves a nasty comment he can find their full name, place of employment, where they went to school, and their grandma’s facebook.

- he definitely screenshots the ugly stuff and sends it to their family. and says “this is how your offspring talks to people online” and that he “doesn’t appreciate you being treated this way.”

- other ppl would think he’s doing too much and sometimes it is but you know and understand him better than most people ever would.

- goes through your stuff when you’re not there

- he’s not looking for anything in particular, he just likes looking through things and seeing what you have

- smells everything. lotions and body washes. perfumes and hair products. reads the ingredients in your skin care. doesn’t know what any of it does.

- wears your house robe when you’re not there either. walks through the halls like a student at hogwarts.

cares for your animals when you’re gone or need help

- befriends whatever pet you have.

- your aloof and distant cat adores him and crawls in his lap.

- your dog follows him in every room and waits for him outside the bathroom. he cannot escape.

- if the litter box needs to be cleaned, he’ll do it.

- he’ll walk your dog and pick up your yard. might try to teach your dog a few new things.

- he’ll feed whatever you got in your cages or tank and refills all bowls and water

- gives them extra treats and snacks just because

passionate and sensual

- sex isn’t just sex for him. it’s like another way to connect emotionally with one another and be completely vulnerable and experiment with things.

- always has his mind in the gutter and is always down to jump your bones. or have you jump his bones.

- is a switch, equally enjoys being dominant and submissive.

- when he’s being dominant he wants to consume every piece of you. he kisses you everywhere, touches you everywhere, reminds you that you’re his and no one else’s.

- whispers to you about how good you feel around him. how tight you are. he loves the way you sound. he wants to stuff you full of his cock. likes to bend you over and watch how wet you get and watches his cum dripping out of you.

- wants to breed you so bad but alas. birth control.

- tries to convince you to get off of it. that you don’t need it and whatever happens, happens, and that he can support you.

- when he’s submissive, he whines and mews. he’s begging for more, harder, faster, uses his manners and says please and thank you like a good boy <33

- he turns you down most of the time when you wanna suck his dick, but he can never get enough of eating you out.

- his favorite positions are prone bone, doggy, missionary ofc, and when you ride him

- once he’s in sub-space there’s no coming out of it until he cums.

- his bookmarks on twitter is literally all porn, and he likes some weird stuff.

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[wilbur-the-little-goat]

hello! can you give tips for a fox regressor please?

Sure! :DDD I hope you like them!

Fox regressor tips! 🦊🐾

💗Watch kid's movies with foxes in them! Such as The Fox & The Hound, or Zootopia :D

💗 Wear cozy sweaters, or even any orange, red, or any fox-like coloured clothes really :D

🧡 Make a den out of pillows & blankets to have fun in! You can play, watch movies, or have yummy snacks in there :D

🧡 Make & wear fox ears & a fox tail!! There are plenty of no-sew tutorials online for ears, and tutorials for yarn tails!

💚 Run around outside in the grass, through forests, or in fields

💚 Play in those collapsable kid's tunnels!! Have fun running through them :D

💙 In autumn, play around in the big piles of leaves!

💙 You could but one of those puzzle games for dogs, where they have treats in that you need to find, except you could put your favourite little snackies in there :D

💜 Snack ideas

Drumstix

Gummy lizards

Chicken-related food (chicken nuggets, chicken fingers, ect)

Strawberries

Blueberries

Rasberries

Carrot sticks

Celery sticks

Watermelon

Gummy worms

Apple slices

Blackberries

Trailmix

Jerky

[kid-az]

Ultrakill Slice of Life Au Part 2

This is some additional facts about each of the characters lol (And common enemies too and what they do in this peaceful au)

-Gabriel goes on very angry, rage-filled tirades over the radio when he finds out about any bike thieves, someone disrespecting his faith, or his lovers V1 and the Ferryman. Half of his audience watches him for that.

-V1 fishes not only for fun but also to feed itself and Kitr, squeezing the fishes blood out so it can absorb it through their plating and giving the rest of the fishes to Kitr so she can eat. Ferryman fishes purely for fun.

-Speaking of Ferryman, he has adopted several Idols as his children, placing each of them in various places where they can look outside to scenic views, (Usually next to nice smelling flowers and plants and/or furniture) or outside for fresh air and sunlight. He also reads bedtime stories to them before sleeping.

-Some of V2’s favorite anime include Baki, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, and Sword Art Online. They also unironically love Kagurabachi. They love rambling about their interests.

-Swordsmachine has adopted several raccoons as its pets, and tries to teach them fencing and sword fighting. Swordsmachine also feeds them whatever edible trash they find, with a treat of honey.

-Sisyphus is able to move around in the office building he works out primarily due to the place employing and accommodating Cerberi, Insurrectionism’s, and the Gutter models.

-Minos eats fried chicken this way:

-Filth have been domesticated, and come in various spotted and striped patterns, and their teeth are less pointed as to not hurt their owners as well as eating softer food. They are used for the same purposes dogs are, albeit faster and more endurant runners whose bodies are more fragile.

-Drones are also domesticated, and act like a mix between dogs, cats, and birds. They even make sounds similar to the three!

-Streetcleaners are sapient and come in various varieties, from the trash and vermin-burning flamethrower variants to the more environmentally friendly air filtering versions that eliminate odors. Both versions come in pairs.

[oaticedeggshells]

Jake And Amir

I spent way too long on this (watching every J&A video I could without putting too much effort in). When I've watched them one-off, I noticed a couple of instances of the following, so decided to see how widespread it was:

Is Amir from Jake and Amir a trans woman? No, probably not. But I still have my suspicions.

truth or dare: Amir "Time to meet some babe magnets" Jake "That's guys" Amir "Or lesbians"

Shopping: Jake "That's all the same women's sweater"

Fashion Tips: just watch this one.

Disease: Amir "and I'm not wearing women's shoes"

Video chat: Amir "like two civilised ladies"

Private Eye Part 1: "Best Supporting Actress"

Baby: I've forgotten the plot of this one

Girlfriend Pt7: Amir texting Leronuh "You made me feel like a woman again"

Trick or Treat: I might have marked this down just because of how Amir is dressed?

Powder, Fashion Blog, Boot Camp

Scrapped: Jake "You photoshopped a vagina onto yourself and you're masturbating?"

Costume, Brownie

Chugging: There's some reference to tucking?

Blood Donation: Jake "You came here in a skirt"

Reddit: "Dickless for Michael Chiklis"

Seminar: <image>

Doobs 3

March Madness 6: Amir "I'm gonna wear a gown to the final 4"

Costumes Part 2: Jake "Your crotch is bleeding"

Thanksgiving Scroll: Amir refers to themselves as queer

Breakfast Date: you're wearing a dress

Road Trip 2 (New Orleans): You have such saggy naturals

Poster Ideas: I'm not a businessman, I'm a businesswoman

Driving Lesson: queen dweeb

NY vs LA: What should us little sister friends gab about next?

Online Shopping: *queefs*

Serial: *wearing a thong*

Finale: bottom surgery

Donald Trump: "grab my pussy in joy"

Unrelatedly, gullies isn't a real world? And I've always used 'talking smack about Jeff' to mean shooting the breeze, not being rude to someone called Jeff. And a couple of quotes I'd forgotten:

"The pets are at work", "Work?", "Oh, you've never seen a rat be a chef before?", "That was a cartoon", "Yes, but a dog animated it".

"I got caught doing a 90 in a 0."

"waterboarding me with so much haterade"

The best bars:

sitting in jacuzzis // peanut butters smoothies // eating lots of movies // checking out the movies

all day, every day, every hour, gotta have a chicken nugget in my pocket gower

because you pale in comparison to Sarah

I spent last week in a hospital // What I thought was Flintstone vitamins was actually a birth control // and I shouldn't have drunk the whole botty-bottle

Just a little queasy // I should take it easy

1 2 3 4 if you're on a boat then you're paddling // horse then you're saddling // if you're on the stage then your name better be Bradlyn

Zip it, zip it good. Exhibit A.

First clue me. George clue me.

I'd consider it // because I'm considerate // now consider this // you prissy bis

I don't eat meat // I don't eat wheat // I don't eat treats // Now take a seat

Just give me my old scroll bag backpack back please

I love to yearn // I love to learn // I love to make money

That cool cat thinks he can hot dog

I'm not going to let some quack in a van hack me up in a can

I'm looking at one listing which is particularly cherry // though on the contrary // it might be an apple because it is that of my eye

Bros propose before hoes

It happened by chance // happenstance // it happens Nance

Yam plan thank you mam

You want one from a mean tween though? // meaner than you've ever seen // Well I've got one for you Mr.Bean

This is my baby, Bjorn, in a baby bjorn. Guess what day he was bjorn.

You're the only one with the capacity for such tenacity and audacity but more than anything I admire your veractiy.

To strike me like you did showed a lack of tact and you came off like a classless act and that's the facts Jack. Alright, I appreciate your attempt to mediate and alleviate hat you're done to me to date, but it's a little too little too lat.e

Chicken wings? // I love those frickin' things

Murph, Murph // It's your turf // Come down to Earth // you crazy Smurf

Washing is fine, it's drying that's trying. A clothes line? That takes time.

[tieflingkisser]

‘He died in my arms': Videos emerge of released Palestinian prisoners recalling detention conditions

Former captives describe being deprived of sunlight and witnessing fellow prisoners being beaten to death by Israelis

Videos have emerged of recently released Palestinian prisoners detailing their experiences of torture and abuse in Israeli detention. The men were among a group of 50 prisoners who were released on 11 June through the Zikim crossing west of Beit Lahia in northern Gaza, and are now receiving treatment at Kamal Adwan Hospital. In the videos, which are being circulated online, one former detainee and cancer patient, Mohammad Aklouk recalled how a 31-year-old fellow prisoner died in his arms after being struck on the head by Israeli soldiers. “I was reading the Quran when the Israeli special forces came in and told us to lie on our stomachs,’ he said. “They hit him on the head…he died in my arms,” he recalled. “He said to send a message to his mother.” “They [the Israeli forces] took him away in a bag as if he were a dead chicken.” Aklouk said that his cell was so small that he couldn’t “see the daylight,” so he was forced to gauge his prayer times from the size of the shadows cast from the columns. “Death was with us every day,” Akluk said. Other former detainees who spoke to Al Jazeera reported that they were "treated worse than dogs... we were slapped and humiliated [like] playthings," adding that in the truck on the way to the prison, Israeli soldiers "poked us, urinated on us, spat on us and emptied cola on us". One reported that they were "constantly moved from one place to another," and that their handcuffs were never removed.  Others said the mistreatment resulted in some detainees having seizures, and that there was "no care" for them. One detainee reported that his captors placed an anvil on his chest.

Systematic abuse

Recently published reports have revealed the systematic sexual abuse and torture of Palestinian men, women, and children by Israeli forces during the assault on Gaza. On Wednesday, a report published by the UN Independent International Commission of Inquiry concluded that the frequency and severity of sexual and gender-based violations meant that they were likely “part of [Israeli security forces] operating procedures”. A three-month investigation by the New York Times published on 6 June also revealed systematic sexual abuse and torture perpetrated against Palestinians detained at Sde Teiman military base in southern Israel. One detainee, Fadi Bakr, a law student from Gaza City, described his four-day long interrogation as “the worst four days of my life”.  In March, Middle East Eye reported testimony from Palestinians detained by Israeli forces, who said they were physically tortured with dogs and electricity, subjected to mock executions, and held in humiliating and degrading conditions.

[little-pup-prince]

Jack Krauser as a caregiver (mainly for petre) / and as a little or flip

but separated for those who would only like to be babies

pre infection and post resi 4 he is thinking about retiring so you coming into his life is a blessing

a reason to cling to his sanity, someone he can protect and spend his ridiculous amounts of money on he gets either as a salary or as a pension

loves when you regress and show weakness as he isnt used to a display of that total daintiness. adores it wholeheartedly and wouldnt change it for anything.

loves the outdoors and car rides/roadtrips, if you accompany him on one he will be over the moon

camping trips with just the two of you, making marshmallows and stargazing are frequent with him

you can howl at the moon/ bring him cool sticks and rocks you found,/ you can even hunt and catch some insects, but he always reminds you to put them back to their place later as they are living beings too

you can play hunt with him tho as well, he is a master of hide and seek (but will tone it down for you)

you can watch movies in the car without headphones on

will teach you campfire songs and tell you o n l y the exciting and funny stories of when he was working

loves a puppy regressor, but is open to any other animal and he will be fascinated to learn to care for you in new ways

you two will visit pet shops and he lets you choose toys and equipment for helping you regress

will bake you cokies resembling dog treats/make you chicken strips and eggs (fox), i can see him fishing from time to time and he is happy to prepare his catch for you (cat)/ will keep gummy worms and sliced fruit in his backpack for you (rodent, bat) if you like them even different seeds, nuts and dried fruit (the student mix rocks imo) as well

any time you want to go outside he will go with you to the backyard and watch you explore and play and even join you if you ask i him, any way, he wont take his eyes off of you

likes playing chase or tug o' war and he commits to the bit with holding back and letting you win, but we can tire you out (either pre infection or post re4 that is very considerate and impressive of him with all that power and the physique)

you will have your own little playground with slides and swings amd monkeybars but he is perfectly okay with taking you to one in the neighbourhood

watching shows on animal planet about the one you regress to - will tell you if the cuties in the show act just like you and will praise you for it

if youd like he can give you a cute petname (there is a big chance it has the structure similar to  the codenames they used all the time)

not experienced with a little not as a pet regressor but regardless will be eager to learn and helps with the regression

is very patient amd lets you stay in the headspace as long as you like

prints you coloring pages (using the militarys money)

no but really scrap papers, templates noone will ever fill, he just takes and uses the other side

now your colored pages sometimes will have a military stamp of the branch he workes in on

and sometimes gets your art mixed in between his work papers

likes helping you out with your creative projects

very lenient on your bedtime as having the night to himself and passing out at 2am watching something with you on the tv, when the kids channels all have either switched to some other type, are repeating episodes or are playing really old shows is a rare treat he couldnt have without the consequence of being tired all day next day

now you two are sleeping in as much as you can and enjoying life

likes morning walks with you on the occasions you wake up early, when the neighbours are still asleep and the sun hasnt risen yet

if you get tired he can carry you

will cook for you but hasnt got anything against fast food

will surprise you with toys he saw you looking at online or you got mesmerised with watching an ad

some of the shows you two watch together are: bluey, jake the pirate, paw patrol, mickey mouse clubhouse, the crearure cases, scooby-doo, the garfield show, madagascar, barbie and the newest my little pony series - he likes the old one as well but thinks it may be a bit scary somstimes for a little

flip part

sometimes when he reads you a story his mother used to for him as well he gets emotional and may regress with you

this feeling isnt new to him but only since meeting you can he really word what he feels and needs

its perfectly fine he doesnt push you to be his caregiver if its not in your nature or put you of your headspace, he is content with playing and cuddling with you

but if you take care if him when little/pet regressed or if you arent a typical cg but as his beloved he at the moment doesnt wanna label his nature of relationship with, he will melt

will totally cry

will cry everything out those moments

slipping into littlespace especially, there is at least an hour of that always in the beginning

uses baby-talk or goes non-verbal

doesnt like to think of you as his mommy, because the relationship with his family is complicated: the relationship with his mom is sacred. this is not to say you can never fill the void in his heart left by growing up and away from her, he just doesnt wanna put that burden on you, this holy image of a guardian, kind of like God. his mom tried her best to keep him safe, yet he went off to the most tiresome, cruel and demaning job, he still feels ambiguous about it, thinking he upset his mom by going against her kind nature. his dad better not mentioned, doesnt like to think of him even not in littlespace, he absolutely forgets he has a dad when regressed.

sometimes he just repeats "im sorry" over and over. about his men, how he treated leon if he went the canon way, if not how he almost turned to the dark side.

wants you to kiss his scars better.

big hoodies to hide his arms, he still feels insecure about them. you can reassure him he is the strong and brave boy he was.

has a 50+cm plushie of his fave animal which he carries around everywhere

you will have a cd collection of all the shows and movies he liked as a kid

he will be commenting on them while you two watch it and introduce you to the characters. if you get lost, totally helps you out by telling you the story

if you make him meals he had as a kid he will cry happy tears

is open to modern media as well

at one point he totally was into pokemon, but seeing his beloved characters fighting is saddening to him so he only plays pretend with raising them

his plushie collection. totally has the cats legs hanging down to the floor. yall need to wash that one more or put socks on it so those will get dirty instead of the stuffie

gives names to all his plushies and has a journal where he writes down what happened with them in their day to day life

you can regress together as well and have tea parties with them

[3dsmall]

a guy i used to be in love with called me last night from jail

5 memories:

seeing him for the first time outside of the restaurant i worked at in 2014. he's digging through the trash for food. manager offers him a job, lends him money. he moves in with Karina, a really incredibly sweet Mexican woman who works with us. later, he and i stay up all night on acid, smoking cigarettes on Karina's porch. peeling paint, splintery wood, dogs barking.

waking up on christmas morning on the floor next to him. freezing cold, sleeping in a garage on MLK in Oakland. we spend all day walking around looking for bananas and fried chicken so we can feed the bones to my rats as a Christmas treat.

kissing him in The Ruby Room, feeling like my body was floating and moving rapidly through space whenever i closed my eyes. i dont know any bars anymore where you can smoke cigs inside.

buying him a plane ticket to puerto rico last year only for him not to show up. wanting him as a buffer between myself and a creepy guy who had a persistent crush on me. later he quits his job in indiana and goes to Sinaloa, Mexico for a while. i stop hearing from him.

pointing at him from the backseat of an uber when i spotted his lumbering gait and Chicago Bulls jacket. yelling I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT GUY to the uber driver who says 'that homeless Mexican dude?' (Z was homeless but not Mexican)

i felt kind of hurt after i looked up his case online and saw that he's been in jail for exactly one year now and hadn't called me until last night. i asked him why he was in jail, and he said he was being accused of drive by shootings where no one got hurt. i tell him not to actually answer, i tell him i will just look it up. he tells me not to look it up, tells me if i look it up, it will seem really crazy.

i look it up, there are videos of shots being fired from a car. pictures of bullet holes all over a house, penetrating walls, going through a basket of childrens' toys. what the fuck, z.

he's a talented artist and writer. i can't believe this. i don't really understand what happened. i want to put money on his books, but its also sort of typical of me to spend money that way and ive begun to question my instincts.

my life has changed so much from what it used to be. not completely sure how i feel. i sometimes think i am becoming something very very different than expected. i wonder if he felt that way or not.

[zaralla1]

Found a fun template online by camille_leto ! I used it to play around with our OC's 😊😊

Man we sure got lots of polished characters up there. Matthew, smoking his cigarette in the upper left corner is our dignified, mysterious man. He's a taskmaster and a type of character that calculates ten steps ahead and rarely lets others know what he's thinking—

⫸ Then next to him, we got Marsia. She needs to carry a manual with her to instruct her on how to act around people, because of her unique circumstances. She is also incredibly strong! so strong that she tends to break the weapons she uses 😅😅😅

⫸  Then, on her right there's Danny! He is doctor Frye's assistant, a former thief and hopefully a future doctor! He and Frye get along like cats and dogs.

⫸ Beneath them is Isidora in the middle, she was an investigator charged with looking into political corruption in Nightsdale. Unfortunately she ends up having to team up with convicts after getting in trouble with a high-ranking foreign official.

⫸ On her right is Ellis. Ellis is so full of spoilers we should just skip him for now :'D (puts him back into a box) ...

⫸ Then there is Koelzer! She's a brilliant scientist, and Frye's former best friend (and spouse). She has her feet planted firmly on the ground and is the type of scientist that survives her experiments, rather than getting eaten by them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maybe Frye should try learning a thing or two!

⫸ Next row is Richard! ... who is currently undergoing a small redesign. He's considered to be „the Hero of Nightsdale“ but he's got a long way to redemption before he can actually start feeling like one. He likes to spend his life by having fun. He loves martial arts.

⫸ Next to him is... um. Khezis. Hmmm... Khezis is one of the undersea invaders that threatened humanity many centuries ago. But, due to unique circumstances, Khezis was exiled and he sided with humanity. He began to love humans! But then he was exposed to their dark side, and became treated as their slave.

⫸ Then MR FRYE. Or doctor Frye. Or lord Red. Or Primarius. Or just „Boss“ (the man has many names, but „rat“ fits him the most😅). He's a mad scientist who firmly believes everyone is beneath him- but at the same time he ends up in everyone's bed anyway. They say that every red-haired kid in Halley is potentially one of his offspring.

⫸ Then, in the unwashed corner, we start with Nicholas! He's a homeless man, a scientist, a chicken lover, and a gunslinger who never misses. You're lucky he avoids fights because he's constantly out of bullets, and he's too cheap to buy them (and he's a huge coward, but let's keep this a secret for him���️)

⫸ Beneath him, we have Quirce! They are just a silly little clown that lives in a silly little cave and fights hadal monsters that would make most people's minds twist inside out with madness. It's a good thing that Quirce happens to be a demolitionist, and a „booming optimist“ as well!

⫸ And lastly, an immortal rogue who came back to life with an attitude that she refuses this „bullshit world“ and lives only to enjoy life to the fullest. She thinks most people are annoying as hell.

These are just some of our characters, but there are too many to shove in here ;___; Thank you if you made it this far, and I hope you enjoyed the read! 🙏🙏🙏

[healthypetsnacks]

Chicken Feet are cooked then air-dried, thus retaining their natural flavour. They offer a quick, crunchy snack whilst providing a natural source of glucosamine and chondroitin, key in promoting healthy joints.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Candy Girl 5

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: as you’re about to take the next step with your boyfriend, doubts begin to arise. (short!plus!reader)

Characters: Thor (boyfriend’s dad/silverfox)

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

The silver-haired man bends over your engine. His name is Bucky as you guessed from Thor’s booming yawls for him. You sit on the front porch, next to the pizza on the bench, and chew your lip anxiously. All four men loom around your deceased vehicle, mulling grimly over the ruins. 

Karl seemed okay about the catastrophe. Emmanuel was looking to pick up some hours and there are enough orders that he didn’t need to worry about breaking even. You thanked him before you hung up, still numb and in disbelief. It’s not just a car, it’s your livelihood. More than just your job, it’s your escape from a house that’s never been much of a home. 

You try not to let the despair drown you but can’t help it. For all your optimism, this is just too much, the final straw. If you can’t drive, you can’t work, and you can’t get money, and you can’t hand over most of your check to get your parents off your back. You are effed. 

Before you can hang your head, Thor catches your eye. He waves and bounds over as if only then remembering you. He comes up the steps and leans against the porch railing across from you. 

“Gonna be alright,” he says and he crosses his arms, “Bucky says it might take a little but he can redo the whole thing.” 

“Really?” You bat your lashes, looking up at the awning, “hm, maybe I should look into being a mechanic.” 

“Not quite,” he chuckles, “it’s more a hobby but he’s gotten me out of a few vehicular binds. I trust him.” 

“Oh, uh, well... guess I don’t have much of a choice,” you shrug and reach into your pocket, “can you take this back?” You hold out the folded bills, “maybe it can help with the cost--” 

“Ah, he owes me,” Thor winks, “keep it.” 

“I can’t--” 

“I’ve been holding onto this favour for nearly a decade, what better time to use it?” He grins. “Please, little one, you keep that money. It’s well-earned.” 

You give a bittersweet smile, your cheeks pinching with the underlying anxiety. You won’t argue about it. You really do need the money. You sigh and tuck it back into your pocket. 

“I’m sorry to ruin your night,” you murmur as you look at the men near your car. Bucky and another argue as they gesture to the car, the greying blond man standing back to watch without amusement. 

“Ah, no, they’re always like that,” he glances over his shoulder, “eh, what more could I ask?” He stands and drops his arms, moving to sit on the other end of the bench. He flips up the lid of the top pizza box, “than to eat with a pretty girl.” 

Your cheeks tingle. He’s always a bit too cheesy. You scrunch your lips and shake your head. 

“Please, dig in,” he insists, “might as well. Otherwise, these old dogs with devour it all and be whining of heartburn in an hour.” 

You snort. You can’t say you’re not hungry. Driving around with the smell of chicken and pizza all night does tend to leave you ravenous and after the day you’ve had, well, you’re no stranger to comfort eating.  

“Just one slice,” you insist and reach to tear a piece off the pie. 

He hums contentedly as he takes one himself. He peers out at his buddies and rolls his eyes. The argument is turning heated though the silent third hardly seems fazed. It almost reminds you of Magni and his friends; people don’t grow up very much, do they? 

🍬

“It’s late,” Thor says as he leads you down the walk, “you can stay over and I’ll drive you home in the morning.” 

“Oh, but...” 

“Mm, I did have a beer or two, we’ll have to walk to mine,” he interjects, “apologies, little one, I didn’t foresee disaster.” 

“It’s... okay,” you assure him. “Thanks, again. I really appreciate it.” 

You turn onto the sidewalk beside him and slip your phone from your purse. Still no messages. You dim the screen with a sigh and put it away. 

“Something the matter?” Thor asks. 

“No, just... haven’t heard from Magni.” 

“Ah, I’m certain he’s home,” Thor insists, “you know how he is. Distracted with that bike he can’t seem to fix.” 

You chuckle, “yeah, I don’t think that thing’s ever gonna run again.” 

“I told him not to take it apart,” he tuts, “but does he ever listen?” 

“Oh, sorry, I...” 

“It isn’t your fault, no need for your apologies,” he says, “I only wish...” he exhales heavily, “maybe I could’ve done better. If I had, he’d treat you better too. I’m sorry you have to deal with such a spoiled brat. As selfishly as I’d like you to stick around, you could do better. Much better.” 

You mull his words in silence, “yeah, I... he’s... not... he just needs time.” 

You’re not sure you believe that. He hasn’t changed in the year you’ve been together. You’ve known him even longer than that and you can’t say he’d matured past his high school antics much.

Even his brother, Modi, outgrew all that. You always asked why he didn’t think about moving in with him, getting a bit of space. He just didn’t want to be troubled with the effort of it all. Just like most things. 

“It isn’t my place,” Thor raises his hands, “sorry. It is only... my thoughts come faster than I can stop them.” 

“Yeah... I...” you drag your feet. He’s just saying everything you’ve been denying. “I don’t know.” 

You walk along, staring ahead, overly aware of his looming presence. He rubs his neck and clears his throat, “anyhow, I was curious, fall will be here soon, were you still looking to go to school?” 

“Oh, uh... well,” you scoff, “my car... don’t have that much save yet and... I mean, you don’t have to do everything on the same schedule as everyone else, right?” 

Another point of denial. Another thing you’re running away from to look on the bright side instead. You sniff and shrug. 

���Not this year.” Probably not next year, either. You’re already a year behind, so what does it matter? 

“Ah, so now that Magni’s done his gap year, you’ll be okay?” 

“Okay?” You wonder. 

“With him going away for so long. I suppose you’ll just go up and visit, eh? We could make a road trip of it, if you like.” 

“Away?” Your heart plummets and you stop short, just at the corner of his street, “Mr. Odin—Thor? I thought he was going local.” 

He turns to you and inhales, chest rising and falling as he clamps his lips guiltily, “oof, I’ve done it again. Said too much.” 

“What-- when was he going to tell me?” You croak. Don’t cry. Don’t. That’s just pathetic. 

“I’m sorry, little one, I didn’t mean--” 

“You’re sorry? He didn’t even tell me,” you mope, “I...” 

You spin on your heel and storm ahead of him. You’re filled with hurt and anger. Whatever. If Magni doesn’t want to answer your texts, fine, he can sulk and be a child, but what was he going to do? Just pack up and leave you without a word? 

You sense Thor behind you, trailing after. He’s tall enough he could easily catch you but he’s holding back. You don’t care. He can’t stop you. 

You stomp up the front stairs of his house. The porch light shines yellow and the windows are lit up. You forget all pretense as you enter his home, leaving the door open. Magni’s metal music blasts from his bedroom. You barrel down the hall and burst through his door. 

You skid to a halt, at first, not understanding what you’ve walked in on. You lean back on your heel as the breath rushes from you and leaves you deflated. Your ears buzz and your eyes tinge. They don’t even notice you as you stand there gaping. Magni and Sheena, his ex, lay on his bed, tangled in each other, sucking each other’s faces like they’re on life support. 

You back out and whimper. You collide with Thor as he comes up behind you. He growls as he looks over you easily and witnesses your horror within. You push back against him and veer away. 

“Little one,” he calls after you as you flee, his hand slipping down your arm before he can get a hold of you. 

You’re already bawling, heaving and gasping for air. You’re so stupid. You can’t believe you put up with all Magni’s bullshit. No, you can’t believe you let yourself be so blind. Good things don’t just happen because you want them to. You should know that by now. 

[blakbonnet]

15 questions

I was tagged by @xoxoemynn @not-nervous-jester and @skysofrey <3

1. Are you named after anyone?

My shitty father was/is a giant history nerd and named me after a manuscript (my official name i mean lmao). The manuscript has two parts - the first part became my nickname and the second part became my official name 🤷‍♀️

2. When was the last time you cried?

Maybe April last year, I had a massive fight with someone and burst into tears 😭 Yeah I don't cry that often, more of a let the agonies eat you alive from the inside kinda person

3. Do you have kids?

No and I don't want them either :)

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Nah, idk who she is 🤷‍♀️

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Usually how they treat waiters at a restaurant irl and how angry they get over little things, massive red flag for me. Online, it's def based on how rude they are to people over stupid small stuff. I'll either soft block or straight up unfollow if your idea of fun is putting people down constantly or just being a general dick about fandom stuff that should be fun 🤷‍♀️

6. What’s your eye colour?

Brown eyes like Ed :))

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I am a massive chicken when it comes to horror! I like the idea of it but I actually do get scared so so much 😭 I can do horror podcasts though but movies/shows etc give me actual sleepless nights. Happy endings all the way babyyy!

8. Any special talents?

Not really, I guess once I watch a show/movie and if I like it (pay attention), I kinda don't need a rewatch for the next year, I can play bits over in my mind if needed lmao

9. Where were you born?

In a hospital where a lot of people in my family were born (strange question!)

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, puzzles, drawing, and writing :')

11. Do you have any pets?

Yes, I have a dog called Bilbo who recently turned 10. My parents have 4 other dogs called Casper, Eva, Chi, and Tingmo ❤️

12. What sports do you play/have played?

My right knee is busted and I hate physical exercise so I don't play anything adfjvdbf but I used to play cricket in school ✌️ Ooh and I was on the debate team which is a sport to me ahem

13. How tall are you?

5’5”

14. Favourite subject in school?

English, art, economics (yeah Im a giant nerd)

15. Dream job?

Exactly what I'm doing right now, but when I was a kid, I wanted to be a writer :)

I'm gonna tag @ella-doe @talkstoself @sherlockig and @aha-my-villainous-thoughts (no pressure obv and feel free to lmk if you hate getting tagged in stuff like this)

[cleoselene]

had a meeting with my neurologist today, the 3 month long talk meeting we have, and lmao. he just got back from vacation in Italy and I was like, "did you have a nice trip?" and he was like "ehhhhhh! I was on a plane for 23 hours to look at some old church! I would have rather stayed home with my dog." and I was like looool. I feel this. Then he started saying how it was depressing to look at the old medieval church shit, saying "some guy 500 years ago spent his whole life making this one part of the church. and that was his WHOLE LIFE!" and I was all "well... I suppose it's better than toiling in the fields for your lord?"

I think he really enjoys my visits because we spend most of it having bullshit conversation. the nurses have told me that they enjoy younger patients like me because a lot of the older patients have bad dementia and can't really hold a conversation. after Italy bashing, we had a discussion about the Great Depression Midwestern Casseroles we were raised on in our childhoods. His mom was a cream of chicken soup lady, though, whereas my household was always on the cream of mushroom side. Horrible fucking food, lol. Just the worst.

anyway, another reason I love him is because he is EQUALLY as over the bullshit the state of Florida makes us go through to secure my 120 pain pills every month. He HATES that he can't put in refills anymore, lol, and today I asked him to refill it like I do every month, and CVS sent me a text later in the day saying I needed to contact them because the prescription was "on hold." And I'm like bzuh? and then I notice my doc submitted the script three times when I went online, and called and hahaha. He submitted three SEPARATE scripts for the next three months to get around the "no refills" thing and this is something that CVS is very 50/50 about handling lol. In the past they have let him do it but they have also been like "lol NO" when he's tried it before too. Tonight the pharmacist got utterly confused by it and did not understand what the doctor was doing and said that insurance tried to process it three times, which lol. All because he doesn't feel like having to send an electronic script every month. I FEEL U, DOC. THE HOOPS THEY PUT SICK PEOPLE THROUGH TO GET MEDS ARE SO FUCKED.

but like, bless him? he NEVER gives me shit about maintaining my script, never tells me maybe I should wean myself off, never whines about the state putting pressure on him. He just fills it and lets me have what I need. I hate hate hate Florida but I am seriously worried that when I move my next neurologist will not be as totally awesome as mine. It wasn't like I got lucky with him, either, I cycled through three other neurologists (none of whom were MS specialists and weren't even capable of properly diagnosing me let alone treating me) before I found my guy! And he's just about the sweetest person you could meet and brings his aforementioned dog he'd rather hang out with than visit the Vatican to work with him sometimes. The good news is he networks like crazy and probably will be able to refer me to someone great. His referrals are always awesome, too. He does a lot of travel and speaking at conferences because he's a clinical researcher so he knows people, and I'm hoping he'll know the right person to refer me to when the time comes to escape this hellscape state