#DRIVING SUCKS WOOOOO

[havinganfois]

God, imagine riding the bus with your f/o. Getting off at the same stop every day, even though your lives are so different. Imagine making light conversation with them, which turns into regularly telling each other about your day, which turns into getting each other's contact information and becoming great friends!

[barkhoffman]

Hello user barkhoffman will you be updating slap anytime soon I miss you

thanks for the well-wishes from you and the others in my ask box!

so, to be honest, I've still been really demoralized about this fandom in general. I love the movies still, don't get me wrong! nothing can take away my, like, 20-year-strong horror movie love. the fandom, though...

I'll be real. in the month or two I was active in this fandom, I saw SO much ridiculous drama (and am still on the periphery of it even now) that it put a taste in my mouth that it is not polite to try and describe, that's how rancid it is. all the "big names" are involved in so much juvenile, petty bullshit (despite major players being in their 20s-30s, if not older), that it just makes me not want to engage at all, lest I be swept up in some shit calling me transphobic or fatphobic or a ~proshipper~ (wooooo SCARY!!!! scarier than watching a guy's eyeballs get vacuumed out, right?) or whatever

maybe if people ever stop going at each other's throats for the stupidest "drama" known to mankind and certain people cool it with their petty hate campaigns, I'll be able to fall back in love with things enough to have my drive for SLAP and my other fics come back. now, though, I'm really enjoying writing for a different fandom that knows how to behave.

I know this sucks for everyone who genuinely didn't get involved in any of that bullshit! I really hate that you guys are basically being punished for other people's inability to act like reasonable human beings. but I can't force blood from a stone, and unfortunately, I can't find it in me to be passionate about something when I know it might just get me wrapped up in some bullshit feud instead of letting me relax, which is the whole point of fandom!

feel free to follow me to other fandoms if you'd like, it's honestly not hard to find out where I am now (BarkHoffman is just a pseud and not a username, after all). unless you're gonna follow me to harass me, of course, in which case fuck off lmao. but as for Saw, I don't think I have it in me just yet, sorry!

much love to everyone who's continued to give me your kind words and support! <3 hopefully I'll feel up to it to return someday, whenever that may be!

[milkbreadtoast]

oh my gosh okay hi again!! i read the tl and there were a few odd words but the drawings were really pretty!!! demi (is that the name in the good tl??) is sooo so cute (my favourite character currently is prince cedric(k?)!! i’m a yjh girlie too so it makes sense HDGSH) and i guess if there are no other options i’ll just. attempt to keep using this one! thanks again!! <333

LDJDJDJD YES 🥺🥺🥺🤝🤝🤝 YJH stan... no ones doing it like him he was my fav from his first appearance NCBNDB... supreme gayass💯🛐 babygirl poor little meow meow gender man🤧... and alsjdkdj YES Cedric is my fav too i think🥹🥹 also bc he reminded me sm of YJH... hes basically just romance novel au yjh KFJKSJDKDJSJ im glad u like him too!!🥺🫰 and YES THE ART IS SO PRETTY...!!! i love the art style so much, the artist did an amazing job and u can feel their love for the charas too 😭 like how cute they draw everyone... also i love the webtoon bc it's so funny and silly (they crank up the silliness factor from the webnovel like x5 skjfdj i love it sm... now this is how u adapt a webnovel���💯... at least it fits v much w this one since the og webnovel is also funny silly)

i feel bad that ur not getting the full experience from the bad translation tho 😭 i do recommend reading the webnovel(at least up to the parts the webtoon covers)...!! I'm also considering uploading the en webtoon eps 8-15 to google drive even tho thats technically illegal ksjfkdj but whats stopping me...

UPDATE: so it turns out the webtoon actually isnt under a paywall (it just updated)!!! wooooo so everyone u can read it on webtoon as well (they just made it daily pass bc they suck👎)

(btw we're talking abt TWSB for context)

[dailyhermit]

SO SORRY EVERYONE!!!! Here's a bonus two-pack for missing a few days!!!

[gorgynei]

vecna battle liveblogs ^_^

ive waited my whole life for this. under the cut because i wanted to spare ppl me liveblogging for 6 hours watching a 4 year old episode.

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INITIATIVE TIME.

HES FUCKING AIMING ASTEROIDS AT VASSELHEIM???? he so evil. hate this loser. stop hurting the things they love

his spell dc is 26 ^_^ lord

vecna just did 133 damage with one asteroid. haha. and all their concentration spells are gone

THE TOWER SUNDERS???? WHAA

oh my god... i knew this was coming but its still so cool. and now scanlan is falling out of the sky great

why the FUCK is velora inside him. what is this. grahahahaa

GROG GOT TELEPORTED????? into the. abyss????

one legendary res gone!!!!!! yipee ^_^!!!

laura just put on her vex witch hat. incredible outstanding breathtaking amazing

i love that Pelor's blessing burned one of his legendary resistances on a concentration check from NINE points of damage. get nat 1'd bitch

NEIN skeletons raise at 20 intiative.... fuck. so much shit is going on in this and its been less than 6 seconds

OH SHIT hes immune to magic from lower than what... 6th leveL ????? oh shit. oh shit

FIRST SCANLAN COUNTERSPELL YEAHHH BOYYYY

oUGH god hes burnt 2 legendary resistances to fucking keep grog away. this sucks

VELORA OH NO. do not let her fall off entropis PLEASE

WH scanlan dimension dooring to Vecna's CHEST????? WHY

uh oh. kiki. uh oh. feeblemind. ohn o. oh thank god counterspell

oough vecna is so high up

grog stuck in the abyss maze "being smart" by healing and trying to stay calm. daw buddy that IS smart ur so smart

oh no. oh no. feeblemind. oh no. keyleth. ohH SCANLANS INSPIRATION SAVES THE DAY BY ADDING JUST ONE GAHAHA

uh oh vecna negated all resistance to necrotic. whats he gonna do

WHATS THIS??? ITS DEVO'SSA WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!!!!!

another legendary res down!! fuck yes!!!

NO SCANLAN TWO V_V NOOO

planatar kiki. awesome. there is so much flying shit on this map

GROGS BACK OH YEAH fuck him up

72 RADIANT DAMAGE LETS GO PIKE SHES A MONSTAHHHHH get the trammels GET THE TRAMMELS

oh god eagle scanlan. 1 hit point o no

OH GOD. METEOR STORM AGAIN THATS SO MUCH FUCKING DAMAGE. 20d6 fire and 20d6 bludgeoning. lol

scanlan is unconsciousDEATH WARD OH M YGOFS THAT SO CLUTCH I TOTALLY FORGOT

wait theres a break in this episode. LMAO i didnt know that ^_^

break! okay break over.

shit fuck balls forcecage around Jmon SUCKS

VELORA IS FUCKING DEAD???????????? on the floor

scanlan back unconcious. vecna is getting so much mileage out of a fucking firebolt

OH HES BACK UP AGIAN VAXILDAN HELL YEAH okay now. vax is on vecna's face. O_O

"Goodnight, Bitch's Prince" PLEASEBHFD WHY DID HE CALL THE RAVEN QUEEN A BITCH ?????? VECNA CURSING IS CRACKING ME UPEHDSBHF

OH MY GOD KASHAW AND ZAHRA OH MY GOD I DIDNT KNOW THEY WERE IN THSI FIGHT HI OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HELLO!!!!!!!!!

finger of death at vecna!!! its what he deserves

the platforms are MOVING??? jesus balls

im at the halfway mark now ^_^ nothing THAT bad has even happened yet! ^_^

MASS HEAL YEah. counterspell. HEX !!! MASS HEAL GOES THROUGH!!!! 3d chess. HUGE. HUGE. HUGE. everyones at max again thats HUGE

oh. goodbye kashaw and zahra theyre falling o_O ZAHRAS PRENGNAC?T????????? plot twist.

OH FUCK ASS HE HAS ANOTHER FUCKING 9TH LEVEL SPELL ??!?!??D?@? #?#?#@ ?%#%#@????? the fact that theyre still alive thru THREE meteor storms is wild

scanlan is BARELY hanging on rn THRREEE HITPOINTTSSS.......

ARKHAAAAN HELL YEAH YEAH WOOOOO they needed u. it was getting dire ALSO. arkhan can TOTALLY drive in a trammel hes strong enough for it eyes emoji

grog is doing like 80 a round with kas that sword is SO good

otalukes sphere is a great plan from scanlan hes gotta GOTTA be alive to read the rites of banishment. i sure hope this doesnt backfire

YEEEESSSSS!!!! GET THAT BITCH IN HIS SKULLLL UWAHAHAAA

"how does it FEEL? i will USURP you! i will TAKE you! i will BE you!!" um. kas ^_^ hows it going there buddy thats a little.

NO NOT FINGER OF DEATH dont "lets do finger of death :)" me matthew

well. there goes otalukes sphere. oh no

i just noticed that joe says "die" instead of "dee" in 1d8, 2d6, etc. i cant stop focusing on it now

TRAMMEL!! TRAMMEL!!! TRAMMEL!!!!!! GO KEYLETHTAR GO

OH MY GOD THE RAVEN QUEEN TRMAMEL SI JUST FUCKING DESTROYED??????? HOW W I. ITS A 50% CHANCE NOW THAT VECNA SAVES FROM THE RITES. UAEKAKJSAKENWA

WAHAUAHWAANDJSAHEJFBJEA INCREIDBLE

oh no. nonononononono not finger of death at scanlan. no scanlan has been on the BRINK so many times

scanlan using minor illusion to turn vex's skin green. EXACTLY the comedic relief i needed rn

FUCK. grog and scanlan banished. fuck fuck fuck thats so bad. okay theyre back its fine ^_^

HES TELEPORTING??? OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. NONO. NO . NO. NO. NO THIS DOESNT HAPPEN WHAT HAPPENS WHO STOPS IT NONONOO

OHOOOWHADBASKJFEEAKS INSANE INSANE OH MY GOD

"that was gonna save vax...." SAMUEL... on the floor. he looks so sad q_q argh

"you can see a moment panic in a fresh gods eyes" OHJDBHF THATS A SICK LINE MATTHEW

GET HIS ASS WITH THE TRAMMEL GROG. FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH. NOW. THE RITES

i didnt expect vax to be all emo and start preparing for his death before vecnas even DEAD stop it with the "i think of my family and i think of my sister and i think of keyleth" shit!!! sobbing

CHILLS CHILLS CHILLS CHILLSA DJWAJKHSEAHEABHB THIS IS SO COOOOOLLLL. THE RITES OF BANISHMENT ARE ANCIENT AND POWERFUL.

NATURAL 20 ON COUNTEPSLEBHANJDWJA FUCK EYAH EAYFUAUEAUHAHE THIS IS SO SICK. SCANLAN HAS BEEN SOOOOO CLUTCH

oogh. fuck. scanlan banished. the book is gone AND they cant just dps vecna for concentration because if they kill him its game over. googh

OH JESUS THE TITANS ARM IS COMING DOWN ON THEM ????????????? FUCING HELL

SCANLANS BACK!!! THANK GOD

vex is holding percys hand :"| what. thats so adorable. god

AND vax is kissing keyleth??!??@ v_v theyre so sweet

OUGHFROAUHFBUWAEJBDN FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY YES. GOD UFCK EJSSUS AHJWAKBDSNFJESUSKDSANJFHAMWAUAHHA EUGH AUGH AEOHGAUG

GOD. SUCH A GOOD FUCKING FIGHT. I DIDNT EFVEN DO ANYTHING ELSE WHILE WATCHING IT I JUST WATCHED AND WAS FULLY ENTERTAINED. im not a combat lover. but i do love the vecna combat. best combat in critical role. god. wow. fuck

"You all take a moment to imagine what you've lost, what you've gained... Everything has led to this moment. In the quiet and the stillness, you hear a new sound. Its thousands and thousands of distant voices cheering from the city of Vasselheim below." punching the air. this got me. im tearing up

aaand arkhan takes the hand. ^_^ well. i already knew that was coming so im not shocked but. very swag and evil moment

wow. fucking great episode matthew. i need to lie down after that.

[akria23]

Wooooo

Another great episode - gave more perspective but also more questions imo.

I said before the episode that I feel the show has been giving us a White x Sean x Black trifecta (just bond wise and not romantic of course) and given this episode I still feel that way - that so storylines were erased or even redistributed to have these elements be the main focus even BUT I don’t know what the endgame is - failure or unity or if it intents to even lead into one of them. Because while it was hinted at that Black has a calmer side to him that those close love - Gram (his supposed best friend in the gang), Eugene (love interest who hadn’t wanted to separate), Sean (who feels Black have him his life goal) and even Todd (who despite it being easier for him can’t even kill) - and yet we do not really ever get to engage with the Black that would’ve had any softness with them at all. And the moments that seem to show he’s even capable of human affection are fleeting and covered in violence - be it him leaving Eugene sons he wouldn’t be in danger, him getting emotional during the Sean fight, or him sending White away so he won’t get hurt. Every act that shows he might care somewhat comes heavy with coldness, and detachment.

The same ppl who gave him a somewhat humanizing aspect are the same ones that are taking it from him - Gram who tells Eugene that Black ain’t shit be with me, every chance he gets (I really don’t know what’s going on over there)

- Sean who yes hated Black for his betrayal and coldness but clearly admired him for that same drive only now feels like - I’ve always hated you and white is the better twin (which granted he’s in love with one while black is keeping him away so it’s valid to be like 😑 you suck bring the good twin out, I guess)

- White referring to him as his evil doppelgänger 😬

- And even Todd implying that Black doesn’t care about the issues he’s just having to have it all his way - control.

I said before that it felt like we might transition into White against Black (White’s last transition into this new White being not just walking in Blacks shoes but having to overcome his brother to be himself) but in someways it feels like everyone and then Black on the other side and that’s what makes me question the real endgame for Black.

I’ve implied this before but I’m gonna be very disappointed if the ending message for Black here is that he’s too radicalized. I’m just not on that personally.

Speaking of I found the conversation between Todd & Black to be interesting and it makes me wonder at the overall ending. Will they take down 2 enemies or will they take down Tawi only for us to see Todd take over and gain the power position that came vacant with the lose of Tawi. I know some ppl may not like that but I’d be okay because it’s realistic. They used Martin Luther King as their example and as Todd said yes he fought against racism, but he was assassinated and there’s still racism. And I think for me the illuminating part is that Martin is used by racist in today’s society against black ppl, to keep them in their place. Martin wouldn’t do that, Martin would be turning over in his grave, he believe in turning the other cheek. He is used as a safe measure while they ignore all of his ideologies they cannot use and ignore the fights that worked at then same time he did. Yes the ideas and standing moves things, but the reality is someone else takes the space or they adopt a new way to keep the same systems in work. And the fight never ends. It’s just a new generation having to strap up and get to work. It may be easier or the fight may be different but the fight carries on all the same.and I think having that sort of ending where one power dies and they get ready to take on the next is just as close to reality as we’re gonna get.

Also side note I’m not saying that SeanWhiteBlack is the only triangle - there’s BlackToddTawi / SeanTawiDan / YokDanSean etc I just mean that’s our main focal point that we have been aware of from the very start. Idk this episode just left me questioning even more the endgame message & intent. Def with Dan wanting to tell Sean about what he did 😐 so many questions 😂

[sweetbettycooper]

The INXS Life Chpt 19 Sneak peek

Smutty Christmas Edition....

“Congratulations Betty and Jughead!” FP cheered proudly, holding his glass to the sky in a joyes toast.

“Yeahhhh!! Wooooo!” The crowd of Serpents yelled, holding up their glasses and clinking them together. Their voices echoing around the cleared out SouthSide Auto Repairs and Mechanics shop while the first snow of winter fell outside.

After Betty and Jughead told their close friends and family about their engagement, Jughead couldn’t talk FP out of throwing them an engagement party. It also doubled as their annual Serpent Christmas Eve bash but it was more fun that way.

Jughead and Betty raised their glasses with everyone. Beer for him and Water for Betty. Their eyes met with delight as they gazed lovingly at each other forgetting they were surrounded by a mob of people. Betty tightly tucked into Jughead's side. Jughead could see Betty’s eyes twinkling as a wide smile spread across her lips. A moment he would never forget. A moment he would replay over and over in his mind for years to come. Betty couldn’t wait to be his wife and she was so glad she had everyone’s support. This was it. Their real life, the one they were always meant to have together, had begun.

“And Merry Christmas to everyone! Drink up big!!” FP laughed, bringing his speech to an end.

Jughead leaned in close, scooping the back of Betty’s head into his hand and moulding her lips into his. He didn’t care who was watching or how many catcalls and whistles they got, kissing Betty made all the white noise disappear. Although this time, the smile on Betty’s lips made it a lot harder for him to dip his tongue into her mouth and taste how sweet she always was. She just wouldn’t stop smiling and neither could he.

As soon as they parted Betty laughed and fell into Jughead’s chest, her cheeks hurting from how much she was grinning. She’d always imagined what this would feel like one day, but it paled in comparison to how ecstatic she felt now. Being engaged, pregnant, surrounded by friends and family.

Finally she had a normal life. It felt fucking amazing.

The night passed by in a wintery Christmas blur with Jughead always by her side. Always finding little ways to touch her and make her blush. Later Betty found herself slow dancing in Jughead's arms to soft christmas music as everyone else drank and danced around them.

“How long do you want to stay before we blow this joint and head home?” Jughead purred into Bettys ear, brushing his lips over her sensitive skin. He was trying to hide the fact that he was slightly drunk but his dancing was a dead give away.

“I thought the Serpent tradition was to see Christmas in at midnight?” Betty teased him, lifting an eyebrow at him sheepishly. She knew what he meant just by the tone of his voice.

“Oh don’t worry about that, I'm not planning on going home to sleep,” he Kissed her neck with more tongue than lips, making Betty giggle at his neediness. She really hoped Jughead would still be this desperate for her when she was the size of a whale in the months to come.

Betty could only concentrate on making sure she was breathing as Jughead ran one of his hands over her stomach while the other still stayed firm around her waist. He did that a lot now, feeling their baby. Letting him know that his dad was close, keeping his mom safe. Loving and protecting them.

Betty smiled as they swayed together to the soft music. She loved it when he did that. It made her insides curl and twist, turning her on to no end. Giving her a primal urge to jump his bones every time. But these days everything Jughead did turned Betty on.

“This is the best fucking Christmas gift I could ask for,” Jughead whispered with such love Betty wished the baby could hear him. His lips tickling her cheek as he spoke sending goosebumps down her spine.

“You're both more than I ever wished for Jug. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” Fisting his leather jacket she kissed him desperately. Teasing his lips and diving deeper the second he gave her access.

They left soon after, sneaking away when no one was looking. Their impatience making the walk home seem a lot longer than it was. It was freezing cold with the Christmas snow getting thicker but that just made Jughead hold Betty tighter to his side as they walked.

Eventually Betty led a Tipsy Jughead into their trailer and straight to their bedroom, her heart racing with every step. She turned to face him when she reached their bed, giggling as he stumbled right into her and he fell on top of her in a Clumsy playful mess.

They both laughed together hysterically between attempts at sealing their lips together. But their playful antics soon turned heated when Jughead trailed his lips down Betty's neck and lower over her bulging tits, leaving harsh deep marks in his wake. Biting and sucking like a hungry animal. Betty’s breathing turned ragged, her body shivering with delight when she rolled on top of him finally winning the battle for power and pressed her mouth against his in a messy kiss.

She straddled his lap, grinding hard against him. The weight of his hooded eyes looking up at her as their bodies rolled together instantly made her soaking wet. Her pussy was throbbing against his hard dick the friction not enough. Betty moaned helplessly needing to be inside him. There was no time for games or teasing tonight.

She leaned back, holding his gaze as she tugged her sweater and bra off throwing them aside. His hands gripped her waist painfully moving her back and forth across his crotch faster and faster.

“You want my dick baby?” Jugheads eyes watching Bettys tits bounce.

“Ahuh,” Betty whimpered, fisting jugheads hair tightly as she leant her body down and pressed her mouth to his. Frantically fiddling to undo his jeans and belt.

“Then fucking take it,” he taunted in her ear pulling her panties to the side under her skirt. Jughead knew he was tipping her further over the edge with each word he spoke. “I want to make you come.”

Jughead looked up at Betty as she eased down onto his dick. Betty’s face contorting with pain and pleasure. “FUCK!” They both groaned when Jughead suddenly thrusted up, impaling Betty harshly on his thick cock. He was pressed so deep inside her he almost came there and then and they hadn’t even started yet.

“Shit your pussy always feels so good Betts. Every goddamn time.”

Jughead started to move then. Greedy for his climax. Greedy to make Betty come undone. Growling like an animal he pounded up into her pulling her down at the same time driving into her.

“I need it deeper Jug.” Betty wailed knowing that there was no physical way he could possibly go deeper but she needed more of him. Every time he hit her cervix her adrenaline spiked.

Jughead sat up so they were both in a sitting position rolling together “I can’t Betts Fuck I’m already balls deep.” He took one nipple in his mouth and bit down desperately trying to hold on longer.

She cried and moaned against him, even louder when Jughead fingered her clit. Teasing and touching it just the way she liked it. Betty could feel his eyes on her watching her build and Betty slowly looked to him focusing on him through her pleasure haze.

“What?”

But Jughead didn’t answer. He just removed his hand from her clit and placed it over her swollen belly with his other hand. Smoothing over her skin. Gently Betty placed her hands on top of his in a loving embrace of their unborn child.

“I didn’t think I could love something else as much as you Betts but I fucking love my son.”

Betty almost broke down. She was so close to coming all over his dick and frustrated as hell that they had suddenly stopped but how could she be mad when Jughead spoke those perfect words.

“If you weren’t pregnant right now I would pump you so full of my cum over and over until you couldn’t fucking take it and my kid was inside you,” Jughead suddenly flipped them so he hovered over Betty now on her back. Bettys was too far gone to even speak.

“And you know what baby once we have our son that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” Jughead growled pounding into her again. Both of them needed release. “You said you wanted a big family righ?”

“Mmmmhuh,” Betty cried her insides shaking, clenching around Jughead. Quivering at his relentless pace.

“Then let me give it to you. Because I fucking love seeing you pregnant. It fucking turns me on.”

“GOD -,” breathless and out of her mind Betty could barely register Jugheads hand creeping around her neck, starting to squeeze. “Get me pregnant again Jughhh-,”

“God I’m going to use your beautiful fucking pussy so much.” Jughead had lost control. Using his position on her neck as an anchor to hit inside her over and over, making Betty come undone. Struggling for air as her release racked over her body. Pulsing and shaking she clenched so tightly around Jughead he let her go only to fist the bed head and shoot his own warm come deep inside her.

“Merry Fucking Christmas Baby.”

[itsleese]

not tumblr making me unfollow you wth?? BUT WOOOOO!

MAAM PLS, ok sure maybe not as "adventurous" as mine but that was still MMM. There is nothing even relatively unseggsy about enjoying gagging on a dick, especially with your MAN. As someone with a raging sex drive in a 3 (5 total relationship) years young marriage (I know you said fiancé but 11 years is a long time so its basically the same) who fears how time can "kill the mood", I can only fucking hope I'm still that excited about sucking dick 9 years from now. To me hearing that perspective from you has me running laps, that's just a peak way to kickstart my horn drive.

Long story short, who cares about adventurous as long as you are riding high and enjoying what you have! I'm so happy for you adhfkjahf not me really wanting to write the sloppiest toppy of all time rn thanks to this hhhhhhhhh

ahdfgkjsdf i saw you follow me and i was like 😲

yeye honestly, we have our rough patches as far as sexy times go-- for our own toxic reasons hahaha-- but we're pretty good atm! we sneak off to enjoy each other when we can because we co-sleep with our baby, so normal sexy times before bed is a no-go hahaha

tag me when you write that sloppy toppy 😍

[fruitchouli]

drive suck it up like vanilla icys dont treat me rough treat me really niceys decorate my neck diamantes icys cmon cmo cmn woooooo wooooo wooooooOOOOooOOOOOOOOOOO  

[tragicallytron]

So, this Cutler guy... (CHP 2)

WOOOOO CHP 2

“The one thing that sucks about your place is that I can’t walk around with my hood up.” Ant said to Harm as they walked through one of the many thin alleyways.

“Just that?” Harm asked, staring ahead.

“Yeah. This is the only place where programs like to pull on my hair.” Ant pointed to her two long hair… prong… things. They looked so bizarre compared to the rest of her hair, which was thick, gray, and stopped just at her shoulders. The prongs were long, thin, jagged, and stuck up. When she’d put her hood down, they’d stick out a good foot away from her face. They always reminded Harm of antennas. He always suggested she could cut them off, but Ant declared they’re ‘too iconic’ to be removed.

“Buuut you’re here, so that cancels out the negatives.” She flashed her friend a smile.

Harm stared at her before facing the streets again.

“Another left.” He said as they were approaching a fork in the path. Since most of the pathways were surrounded by towering walls, it was easy to get lost, so Harm had his own way of remembering where to turn to reach the center of the city, a place where he and Ant would spend most of their time together.

The heart of the city was a hassle to get to, but it was probably the best part of the inner city. While most people had to enter buildings through windows, vents, or by crossing over sloppily bade bridges because most places were cramped together, and the alleyways were so thin that many doors could hardly open all the way, the heart was a wide open area. The structures surrounding the area created a large square border that could make any program feel boxed in, but you could actually see the sky thanks to how spaced out the buildings were. There wasn’t any scrap metal hanging overhead, no wires, nothing.

Harm looked ahead and spotted a wall covered in neon-colored graffiti, most of the writing and crudely painted characters were unrecognizable. It was one of the landmarks Harm used to guide his way through the area. “Right.”

The two took a sharp turn then continued walking straight. They could hear distant chatter getting louder. A bunch of programs loved to hang out at the heart, who could blame them? Plenty of room, good stores, good food to eat as you watch a great fight happen, and the chances of getting jumped were real slim. Harm personally loved to windowshop. There were always plenty of weapons and gears on programs that’d catch his attention.

The two finally exited the thin alleys and began roaming around the heart. Just as Harm expected, it was crowded. The groups of people scattered throughout the area, all loudly talking to one another as the faint buzzing of broken billboards could be heard, the graffiti on the walls, the flickering lights from both buildings and street lamps, and the odd aroma of burnt rubber fused with a cooked meal were far from charming, but they gave the city life.

Ant suddenly nudged him, “Yo, look over there.”

She pointed to a lady. Her face was narrow, her hair was white and in a sleek, high ponytail. Her circuitry colors were nothing special, white being her main one, and secondary being teal. She was with a group of friends, hands on hips, laughing at whatever was being said. She looked pretentious.

“What about her?” Harm stared at her, unamused.

“No, no, you’re not looking.” Ant guided his head to the lady’s heels.

Harm’s eyes lit up. Attached to the side of the heels was a light gray baton, one that’s able to generate a light cycle, no doubt. She must’ve been from another part of the grid, who else would be stupid enough to have their baton out in the open like this?

Harm clenched his fists. Man, just thinking of all the great parts he’d get from dismantling one of those… It electrifies him. Programs in this part of the city would do anything to get their hands on a light cycle. Nobody cared about the fact that driving through the thin, jagged roads was a death sentence, they just wanted to be fast.

The two watched the lady glance to the side, motion ‘One moment’ to her group, then walked into an alleyway.

“Now’s our chance, whaddaya say? You follow from behind and I go above?” Ang asked, a big, confident grin on her face. That was their usual tactic whenever they saw something they liked.

Harm was about to agree, he was almost ready to start tailing behind the program, but he stopped himself. His shoulders slumped and he let out a groan. “We can’t.”

“What? Why not?”

“There might be guards around.” Harm explained.

“So? That’s never stopped you before.” Ant said.

“Yeah, but before we were only dealing with one or two guards who were stupid enough to wander in. Last cycle, there were about five. The big ones too.” Harm started walking through the crowd, squeezing through clusters of people or shoving aside any program who didn’t pay attention to where they were walking. If he couldn’t snatch goods off of programs, he’ll have to look through the abandoned buildings. It’s not as fast--and it’s certainly not as fun--but he didn’t want to put up with programs making a scene and getting unwanted attention.

Ant’s eyes widened, “Woah, what happened yesterday? Did’ja get ratted out? Did they find you hackin’ off limbs?” She followed behind.

“No. Some random program busted into my place and the guards were tailing behind him. He made me break a window.”

“Someone broke in!? Man, I KNEW I should’ve visited yesterday!” Ant snapped her fingers.

“Yeah, made a dent in my schedule.” Harm grumbled. Harm thought of a small building not even a block away, it has--well, had--a large glass dome as a ceiling, and was one of the best looking places in this city. It wasn’t cramped between other structures, it wasn’t completely trashed with wires and broken metal, the programs who used to live there--scientists, apparently--took good care of their workplace despite living in this trashhole. That changed several cycles ago. Harm remembered waking up to a loud explosion one night, and when he roamed the streets the next cycle, programs were talking about how an ‘accident’ occured, how an experiment had ‘gone wrong’ and derezzed everyone inside.

Harm’s been wanting to rummage through that place ever since. No one’s tried to fix it or demolish it; other programs have probably already searched through it, looking for whatever goods those brainiacs had on them. Hopefully there’s still some decent things left.

“Hey, no rush with my suit, a’ight?” Ant pat him on the shoulder, “I know you got commissions you’re dealing with, and if I gotta use those disgusting chute suits for a few cycles, I don’t mind.”  

“Aren’t those the same thing as your wingsuit?” Harm raised a brow. He paid no mind to the other programs giving him glares and spiteful comments as he shoved them aside.

“No, you do not understand how ugly those chutes are. They don’t even FLY, they just glide me down like some stupid paper airplane.” Ant groaned, “And they’re SO fragile. The Renegade could sneeze on them and the wires would snap in two.”  

Ant’s mentioned the Renegade before, mostly ranting about how he’s made her work harder, how he keeps destroying their property, and how he’s giving Tesler constant headaches. He doesn’t blame her for going off, he sounds like a pain to deal with.

“Some programs are saying he’s Tron, which I hope isn’t true, cause I never imagined Tron sounding so whiny!” Ant got several strange looks from surrounding programs. There’ve been rumors here about the Renegade--about Tron--recently, and hardly any of them have been good. There were mentions of a potential reward if one were to capture and turn in this Renegade, or anyone working with him.

Harm could see the shattered dome just up ahead. He grabbed Ant’s hand and pulled her along, “Let’s go before these creeps get the wrong idea.”

“Whatever, my boss can kill ‘em!” She waved her hand dismissively.

“Yeah, well your boss isn’t here right now.”

They made it out of the sea of programs and arrived in front of the ruined building. A battered sign was placed on the wall, right beside the hole where the door once was. “Minu… Sinimo… Lab” That’s all Harm could make out.

He welcomed himself inside, Ant coming in as well. They both looked around. This was probably one of the better places they scavenged through. This lab managed to withstand an explosion from the inside and remain in one piece, the only missing chunks of this small, octogonal-shaped structure were the windows, the front door, and the giant glass dome above them. Only a quarter of the glass roof was still standing, it was a dustier, lighter orange compared to the neighboring buildings, which had a much more vibrant version of the same color. The remains of the roof were scattered all over the floor and furniture, glistening from the city lights.

Harm noticed a crooked staircase that led to the second floor--well, it was more like an indoor balcony. It was trapezoid shaped, placed comfortably between the walls, and there was a thin black railing that stretched across the edge. It made the lab feel much less hollow, and Harm was impressed to see the black columns supporting it still standing. He was also surprised the programs here had the blessing of stairs instead of needing to use vents.

Underneath the platform were multiple tables pressed against the wall with an array of items laying on top of them, mostly beakers and test tubes. Come to think of it, there were a lot of tables in this place. Right when they walked through the front door, Harm could see nine tables broken into rows of threes. Maybe if the programs spent more money on better security than tables, they’d still be here.

There were other bits of furniture besides the tables, there were chairs--of course, whiteboards with wheels that had smeared writing, and random chunks of machinery that got crushed by debris.

“Check it!” Ant grabbed onto a short metal pipe sticking out of the rubbage and yanked it out. The pile of trash collapsed and scattered over the floor, the loud tumbling causing Harm to cringe.

She tossed the pipe into the air then caught it again before holding it over her shoulder, “A replacement for my bat!”

“You have a disc.” Harm pointed out as he approached one of the tables, shoving aside the chunks of cement and metal on top. A nice variety of tools were hidden under the garbage.

“Yeah, but…” Ant lowered her head, “Not a fan of it. Bats are cooler.”

“You don’t know how to use it.” Harm said as he picked up a power drill, observing it to make sure it was still usable. He’s never seen Ant use her disc before. Granted, what she was programmed to do didn’t involve any fighting, just keeping her ears open for information and sharing it with her boss.

“I kinda do. Oh, hey!” Ant’s eyes lit up and she scurried over to Harm’s side, “I could totally teach you the few moves I do know!”

“Thanks, I’ll remember that next time I want to derezz myself.” Harm grabbed the rest of the tools on the table and held them firmly. He made his way to the stairs.

“Come on, you won’t even give my idea a go?”

“I don’t know if walking in here made you forget what the rest of this dump looks like, but Argon has much more open space compared to here.” Harm stated, sounding rather aggravated. He stepped over a couple of broken steps and observed the platform. It had far less rubbish on it compared to the first floor, only broken parts of a large pipe and shards of glass laid on the ground. Lab equipment, more machinery, many of the inventions here had already been dismantled, making it nearly impossible to figure out what they once were.

A wide open folder splayed on top of a counter, which laid parallel to the rails, caught Harm’s eye. He wandered over there, looking through the giant hole in the ceiling. The specs of orange light coming from the towering buildings above looked quite nice, honestly. Reminded him of stars.

He set the tools down and grabbed the folder, tons of crumpled papers sat beside it. He started flipping through the contents, a grin began to form on his face.

“Nice…” He said to himself.

“Ooooh, whadja find?” Ant’s footsteps could be heard rushing up the metal steps.

“Blueprints.” He flipped through the pages to show Ant. The tears and incredibly messy handwriting would’ve made it difficult to decipher what the blueprints were going on about, but luckily the refined drawings provided clarity. Ant could spot sketches of disc enhancements, upgrades for tanks, and batons that could summon all sorts of tools.

“The programs here were making weapons. No wonder they were attacked.” Harm said.

Ant stopped and pointed at one of the pages, “Hey, I’ve seen those! Tesler commissioned a whole bunch of ‘em at one point for the guards.”

She held her pipe vertically with both hands, “They, like--I think there’s a button facing them, or they twist the top a certain way, so when they lift it up and hit the ground, it causes these weird quakes? Well, not really ‘quakes’, but it moves the ground a whole bunch. Cool stuff!”

“Mhm.” He didn’t express it, but that did sound cool. He wondered if there was a way he could use that feature in the future. As he closed the folder, he started fantasizing of all the weapons he could make and modify for himself, the upgrades he could give to other programs, the money he’d make. It’ll be great.

“You wanna keep lookin’ around?” Ant asked. “I got all I need.” She spun her pipe around.

“Same here.” Harm walked towards the railings and lept over them, landing on his feet with a loud thud that echoed throughout the lab. Ant landed beside him.

“I got the tools,” Harm continued, “and plenty of work to keep me busy.” He said as he eyed the thick folder, the electrifying feeling running through him again.

[theyanderespecialist]

Daddish Mccree (One Shot) Jesse Mccree X OC  (YANDEREISH, Overwatch)

[Hello My Sexy Readers finally back with Marie and this one we made it with some daddish Mccree not age play and Marie is 20 in this but just Mccree being a a daddy I like to fuck and all that we hope you all enjoy this chapter here!]

(Maries pov)

I woke up and let out a groan seeing my boyfriend was already gone, his spot on the bed already cold. I looked around and saw his drawers slightly open, like normal. I walked out shuffling as I yawn. "OH that's a big yawn Darling" I hear.

"Sorry--"

"it's alright darling, can you hand me the screw? It's a flathead." He said as I picked up the screw driver seeing him working on his arm as My eyes went to his hat. I always did want to try it on but I didn't want to make him uncomfortable by asking.

"I can feel you staring Honeydew."

"...can I try your hat on?"

"my hat?" He asked confused as I mentally cussed. He probably didn't like that I asked. I looked over only to see him grab the hat with his one arm and plop it on my head as he laughed. "There you go, now, I gotta work." He said as I held onto the hat as I looked at him.

Seeing him leaning over, concentrating.. we unfortunately never got intimate, I've been to scared but seeing him like this.. I go back to the bedroom wondering how ill let Him know. I sigh and lean back when I felt something to see his poncho. He never puts his laundry away. I go to put it away before an idea hit me.

(Timeskip)

"Jesse."

"Yes honeydew?" He answered, back still to me.

"You need to look."

"I'm busy Honey.. dew." he trailed as he turned around.

(Jesse pov)

She was in my hat and poncho and JUST my hat and Poncho a toy vibrating clipped on her clit making her nice a slick.

"Well? Do I look good enough to eat?" She asks.

"I-I well god damn." I say and walked over in two strides and kissed her deeply.

(Is it just me or are you hearing this in Jesse two cause now I am externally horny XD)

(Oh definitely)

(XD I know right damn his voice is like butter Hot melty sexy butter)

She had to get on her toes to properly kiss back what with her short little, we'll everything.

I grip her shoulders, my hands slowly going up to her cheeks and cupping them in the kiss before pulling away.

"You are a little troublemaker ain't you darling?" I asked, my voice turning to more of a playful growl like tone.

"You were so busy with your arm you forgot about me~" She purred teasingly. "How else am I supposed to get your attention."

"Well, you could have waited." I said slowly as she smiled and laughed lightly. "Well.. if you want to get back to your arm.." she managed to struggle out of my arm and turn around, raising the poncho ever so slightly, showing the curve of her ass. "Then you can get back to work.. and I'll get dressed."

"Oh no darling~" I say and pull her in the arms

She smirked up at me as I kiss her forehead

"You don't know what you do to me darling~" He says. "I am going to make you mine~"

Her face went red as I held her close as she leaned into me. "You are now?" She asked as I pushed the hat over her face and picked her up as she gave a soft yelp.

I smirked and carried her to the bedroom. "Oh darling you look so pretty like this in my clothes~" I say and kiss her deeply

She kissed back before pulling away. "Does that mean I can have them?"

"No, but it does mean that your free to wear them, especially like this." I said kissing her again as my hands trailed up. This was probably the most I've seen of her body, typically she's in bulky sweaters and pants. So I was excited to finally see her.

She moaned as my hands moved to her chest. "I like that~"

She blushed before she suddenly pulled the poncho down, just enough to show her breasts.

(His weakness xD

My face went red like a tomato I never knew the size of her breasts not that it matter. I mean I love her for her and she is mine. But damn I have a weakness for big boobs. All she has to do is show them and I am a weak man.

(XD You called it XD)

(XD)

(XD)

She took my hands, slowly placing them back on the bare flesh as she gave this look to me, one that just begged me to be the one to take charge. I smirked and did just that massaging her breast rather roughly and she moaned and I pulled on her nipples making her arch her chest into me for more of that. This was a dream come true that's for sure~ I pull again while my mouth goes to her other, biting it softy as she let out a small whimper as I stopped briefly as she looked at me, but instead she asked me to continue as I smile a little relieved I don't have to hold back to much with my sweet honeydew. I sucked on her nipple and moaned this was everything I wanted then I felt something enter my mouth and taste sweat Vanilla.

She stopped as did I as I see her face turn a dark red. "I-'m s-sorry."

I smirked and pulled away. "No I love it darling~ Your milk is just as sweet as you my honeydew~" I purr and dive back in sucking with more vigor.

She let out a moan mixed with a breathless thank you as her hands gripped my hair as she pushed my hat back on my head before her arms wrap around my shoulders, digging into the flesh on my back. I did not mind. She trusted me to love her and she wants me just as much as I want her.

If anything it was attractive. Hell I can handle a few scratches, ain't nothing I haven't felt before, and certainly not the worst. I bit down on her nipple gently and her body convulsed and I realized she just came from being having her nipples played with a sucked. I look at her and then smirk as I pulled her into a heated kiss as I slowly pulled her body so she was laying flat on her back as I climb on top of her as I struggle with the belt before she helped me

He quick little fingers got my belt off fast and then she pulled down my pants and boxers and she gasped as my cock spring out. It was not the longest but really thick eight inches erect a three inches thick erect.

I kneeled down, placing a quick kiss on her head. "You just tell me when you need to stop okay? I ain't going to make you do anything you don't want to." I said as I wasn't going to make her suck me off, but I definitely was going to use her tits

I place my cock in-between her breasts and she squeezes them around me and I start to fuck her cleavage and she moaned and I groaned. God she felt like silk~ I felt my whole body shudder from her. God she has already got me so close~

I out of reflex, pushed her head down leading to her taking my head in her mouth suddenly. I gasped and came hard and she swallowed my seed as best as she could.

"I am sorry darling I did not mean t cum in your mouth!" I say panic as I catch my breath.

She coughed as I looked at her worried before she looked up at me. ".." She didn't speak for a moment before she gave me a look. "I-It's okay.. I really liked when you took charge there... Daddy." She said softly

I blushed like a red tomato and the kisses her savagely. Oh my sweet darling~ She moaned into the kiss as her arms wrap around me as I pick her up as I rip the vibrator off her clit as I hold the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair.

She cried out in pleasure and rubbed her pussy into me wanting more

"You want it Darling?" I asked as she let out a strained moan grinding into me, the feeling of her wet, warm slit on me was enough to drive me crazy

"yes Daddy~!" She moans. "Give it to me~ Fuck me~!"

"You really want it, huh Darling~ Alright, I'll give you the choice, want it bad enough for me to go in right away or--"

"N-Now please!~"

I smirked and lined up with her, already hard again and thrust in. I felt her hymen tear and she cried out in pleasure digging her nails in me hard and I sank all the way in. She panted as she gripped into me, Her moans sounding more like a mewl and whimper. I smirked and she soon started to rock on me up and down and I smirked and started to pull out than thrust back in and she moaned a yes and soon we are fucking each other hard and fast.

She let out loud moans as she eventually started screaming my name as I grip onto her with one hand, the other one groping her breasts as I could hear how wet she is. God I loved it. She dragged me into a kiss as she came a second time and I was milked a second time as well as we came together. She panted as She fell back as I didn't pull away kissing her still. We rode out our orgasms and then she promptly passed out. I smile she was now mine and mine alone~

[WOOOOO I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy my friends!]

[thisnoodlewritesao3]

Okay, this is nothing, really I just wanted to get all of this out of my head. But I feel like people can also relate to it in some way, and I just want everyone to know that you aren’t alone. Things suck. Life sucks. But you will never be alone. If anybody wants to talk because of anything, then my inbox is always open. I mean that. So, if you want, you can just ignore this rant about what my past few weeks has been like.

This is very much so real, so trigger warnings will apply (e.g. depression, suicidal thoughts/attempt, anxiety, intrusive thoughts, self harm). Probably more, if there are more, then tell me please.

We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled bullshit soon enough so wooooo

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I don’t think I asked for a lot. Was it too much to ask to be loved? To not have to ask for every single hug? To ask for you to spend time with me? For you to tell me I’m beautiful even if the word sounds so foreign to me?

Maybe it was too much, or maybe I just wasn’t enough.

I still see you in everything I do, around the world. I changed my room around so your memory can’t taunt me, but it didn’t really work - only a little, but now it’s so shameful because I don’t have the energy to clean the mess I made.

At first I was scared, we ended it the day before Valentines (there was irony, a few days earlier I told a friend I’d never spent Valentines alone. Sweet irony). I couldn’t keep doing it anymore. I warned you about it before, that I couldn’t keep doing it. You didn’t listen. I think you knew I would keep coming back to you. I hate how right you are.

My mom picked me up an hour after it was over, after I’d finished packing up my life in your room. I didn’t break down until I sat in the car. I threw off the rings you bought me, almost ripped off the necklace you’d gotten to me (I lost one of the rings, I feel guilty and happy at the same time). I cried so hard the entire drive, trying to complain but I told her that it was my fault too, that I’d made mistakes. She took me to the shop and bought me ice cream. I kept crying even there. I felt such a deep shame. Pretty pathetic.

I got home - my dad was there, it was Saturday afterall - I talked to him for the first time in three weeks and the only thing I can do is break down.

I spent some time watching stuff with mom, but even that didn’t last, she wanted to spend time with her boyfriend (fuck, that somehow hurt more than anything, I just wanted her to act like a mom for a minute). I told her it was okay, smiled through the tears. (And yet you say I act like I’m happy, you really don’t know anything, do you?).

I told her I was going to have a bath, but the moment I stepped in my room and saw my hamster (our hamster) I broke down crying again. Why? He’s only the creature we’d bought together, worried about together, even though he probably doesn’t even remember you.

God, I felt ridiculous.

Who cries over a hamster?

Me, apparently.

I listened to sad songs and cried in the bath (having a shower was too much effort). I’ve never cried in the bath before.

My blanket smelt like you; I don’t know whether it was comforting or sickening. I guess we’ll never know because it doesn’t smell like you anymore.

Our friend called me the next day, said he was worried about you (what about me). I wanted to be mad, but I couldn’t. I just agreed to call you because I was worried about you (I’m always worried about you). You’d punched the wall because you found one of my shirts, messed your hand up pretty bad. We laughed for a bit. I contemplated going back to you again. I chose not to.

We agreed to not talk for two weeks (it didn’t last, I kept messaging you and then blaming you for it; i still don't know why) Maybe it was because your voice was still comforting, seeing your eyes light up when you saw me still felt nice. It could have been a lot of things. I don’t know which one it was. I don’t even know if it was any of those things.

By the end of two weeks, I don’t remember what happened, but you called me. I was having a hard time and ranted on my private story. I just wanted to be left alone. You couldn’t leave me alone. I finally got you to agree to leave me alone and you said “I love you.” I hoped maybe I misheard you. I hoped I misheard you because it made me sick to hear it. I didn’t mishear you. I hung up and had another break down. I hid under my desk and cried for a long time. Longer than before (though I didn’t hurt myself, so there are small victories).

I told you I don’t want to talk anymore, not now, not ever. You agreed with me, it was half-hearted, but for the first time in two years, you agreed with no hesitation. That was the most relieving part.

Until it wasn’t, because nice things can’t last.

Our friend messaged me, he was worried about you (it’s always about you), he asked if I would be willing to call to see if we could work on us. The idea made me feel sick, but I agreed because it was easier than fighting it (and I still don’t like the idea of hurting you; hurting you hurts me).

We didn’t even get to speak before you had a breakdown. It broke my heart. I never wanted this to happen, but it had to happen.

Your mom came into the room.

I was able to hold it together until then. I could not cry until then. And then she spoke.

I don’t know what I was expecting, it definitely wasn’t for her to call you the perfect boyfriend (which you weren’t), for her to say that you were too good for me; I have never felt more destroyed. Even if I wanted to be with you, there was no way I’m going back now.

Because who would say that? It isn’t her relationship? And besides, my mom hasn’t said one bad thing about you (at least she hadn’t at the time). I muted my mic and had another break down.

My head hurt, I couldn’t breath, I’m pretty sure I dented my wardrobe but I’m too ashamed to check. My hands were raw from pain. I was shaking. You still hadn’t muted your mic. For half an hour I listened to your mom rant about me. For half an hour I had him messaging me, saying how badly you needed me, saying how bad you were dealing with things, that you were broken.

I don’t know why I didn't leave, maybe I thought I deserved it; I don’t know.

For a week, we’d been messaging again; I tried to be happy (to pretend to be happy) because you always believed that little act. I told you about my new friends (some of the only people who can actually make me happy right now, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank them enough for that), I told you how I was writing a new fanfiction. I tried to smile, but I could never meet you in the eyes. Maybe you knew.

You would send me things on instagram that reminded you of me (that made me feel sick), I’d like it and go back to what I was doing, but that ‘like’ was enough and you’d try to rope me into a conversation.

You messaged me yesterday morning, you said you wanted to call and talk about us, I don’t think anyone has ever gotten me so anxious so quickly. I agreed, because I just want you to be happy.

You kept avoiding what you wanted to say, I don’t even remember; you just kept saying you had planned this out, and that it would be better face to face. I don’t know what happened, but we started fighting. I told you I only asked for three things (to be hugged, to have you spend time with me, and to compliment me). You told me you did those things (but you didn’t). I asked why you would never watch films with me (you said that you did do them, I told you once every three months doesn’t count as watching films with me).

I told you that I have been trying so hard, that when I get too vulnerable and scared I run away, but for you, I didn’t run away. Because I really wanted us to work. I tried my hardest. I dealt with the intrusive thoughts until I shattered. I only tried to do it once. It didn’t work. Sometimes I still wish it had worked.

You yelled at me (which was strange considering you’d never yelled before), told me that you used to always spend money on the bus to come and see me. I yelled (which wasn’t strange, because I always yell) and said I didn’t know you wanted an award for doing the bare necessities. You said “I don’t know why you’re being such a dick.” And hung up on me.

I don’t know why I said it. I’m not sad that I said it. I just want to know what happened.

I finally blocked you on almost everything; I was shaking the entire time because I didn’t want to do it, but I need to do it. I needed to do it. I left my room, went to my mom, hugged her and cried so hard.

Do I really seem like I’m happy all the time? I’m not. If you could live in my head for an hour, you’d see. But you can’t, and you don’t, so you’ll never see.

I asked our friend to get any extra stuff left at yours (because you said you wanted to keep it for happy memories, as if there are any anymore). My dad just got it from him (because if he got it from you, then who knows what would have happened). I finally blocked your number. Now I guess I’m writing this, I don’t know why. I guess we’ll never know why.

Don’t get me wrong, I made mistakes, I just tried my hardest to own up to them. I don’t know when we fell off the same page, but I do know it’s been for so long. I wish it didn’t have to come to this, that I could still call you mine, that I could be by your side. I miss you. I do. I really do. But just missing someone isn’t reason enough to be together anymore. Not when the damage is worse than the heal.

I asked you to not break my heart.

Maybe I broke my own instead.

[mantissword]

Yuri On Ice headcanons 8

Wooooo late one again. Work was killer. House work was killer. So time to unwind with the best boys ever.

Part Eight!

Little “ticks” (aka annoying habits that could drive someone to murder)

I do head canon that both Yuri and Victor are fairly neat. Yuuri mostly because he seems more minimalist. I guess victor for that matter too. Victor also (to me) comes off as someone who has a cleaning schedule and a particular way to clean things.

Especially the dishwasher. There is a SYSTEM YUURI and when you don’t follow the SYSTEM not everything gets clean (Yuuri did try to learn the SYSTEM but after training to near death he should get an award for starting the Bluetooth enabled dishwasher let alone following the SYSTEM)

Has Yuuri loaded the dishwasher completely opposite of the SYSTEM to piss victor off when he’s feeling petty? 100%. It’s a favorite revenge. (“Oh my god it’s like Satan threw up on here!” “If you ever say you’re not over dramatic I’m going to remind you of this moment)

Despite the SYSTEM Victor is notorious for leaving his tea/coffee mug next to the sink. Or on the counter when the dishwasher is ready. Victor states he might have more tea and doesn’t want to use a second cup. To this Yuuri opens up the cupboard which has two shelves of mugs. Victor loves mugs. Victor could stand to use more than ONE MUG left ON THE COUNTER. just put it in the SINK.

Despite Yuuri’s distress, Yuuri is terrrrrrible about his socks. They rarely make it INTO the hamper. And if they do, they’re scrunched up or inside out. Victor got so fed up having to right them (and after NUMEROUS requests for Yuuri to put them right side out), Victor started throwing away the socks that were incorrect. It came to a head gene Yuuri opened his drawer and had all of 2 pairs of socks and several mismatching. (Fun note: my mother did this to me when I was 10. Definitely old enough to be fixing my own socks. And washing them for that matter. Had to use my birthday money to get more. My socks are now always right side out even to this day. She raised 5 children and ran a daycare. She didn’t have time nor should she be fixing a 10 year olds socks)

Victor leaves books open on their spine make his place. Yuuri can’t even mark school books for notes or to look at later. It physically pains him to see all the broken spines. However, Victor only made the mistake of doing this to one of Yuuris books once. He’s now very careful. Or just buys his own copy (“I SAID-” “ITS MY OWN COPY DONT THROW THAT AT ME”)

Both of them suck at making a shopping list. Yurio hates them. He really does. Who runs out of SALT.

Yuuri is banned from playing video games in the bedroom. He stays up too late and the flashing screen would often wake victor. Who is not pleasant at 2am.

Yuuri rolls the toothpaste bottle up from the bottom like a normal person. Victor is a monster and squeezes from wherever. Yuuri compromised by buying his own toothpaste. Victor fucks with it sometimes just to mess with him.

But they are still stupidly in love. But even the person you love will have little things that will make you go “BUT NO WHY”

[kittenshift-17]

Hey there! Long time no see. I'm just stopping by, giving you a huge hug and wondering how you're doing? How's life been treating you?

Hello! Hello! Hello!

It’s been too long, hasn’t it? How have you been?

*squeezes you so tight, your ribs ache a bit, wiggling from side to side in a hug*

I’m doing okay, I think. The usual life complaints, you know? Never enough hours in the day, too many of them wasted at work to pay for all the shit I need, and never enough energy left for anything I want to do that doesn’t involve sitting on my couch. Honestly, as a society, we need to re-evaluate the social structure of a work/life balance because mine is slowly killing my ability to write anything decent, and making me wish away the days, rather than enjoying them. 

Beyond that, life’s treating me okay. The things I have to complain about mean nothing in the grand scheme of things and in the face of people who actually suffer from heinous things, but #firstworldproblems was invented for a reason, right? Here I am moaning about my job while others are struggling to land one, so I should just shut my mouth, suck it up, and get on with it all, you know?

So, yeah. I’m doing okay, but I’d prefer to be doing good.  I’m hanging out for the Christmas closure period. 50 days to go until Christmas, y’all! Wooooo! I love Christmas. I’ve been doing all my shopping online this year, and having the parcels delivered to the office. It’s great. 

Urgh, I need to be writing more, I think. I mean, I wrote 13k words on Sunday for a new challenge Fic of the Spuffy pairing (take THAT, NaNo!), which is great, but I have so many neglected WIPs and honestly, don’t ever let me post another one, y’all. The added pressure to get them finished threatens my mental health, some days. Like, for real, the next time I post a WIP without promising in the opening notes that it’s complete in draft, someone just drive to Brisbane and bitch slap some sense into me, please?

But I’m whinging again. I’ll stop. I need to be less negative. Alright... Alright...

*repeatedly clicks fingers, trying to think of positive things to share*

Hmmmm..... Oh! I got a raise at work, and offered shares in my company, which is great for my financial situation, so I’m pretty stoked about that. And I’m pretty close to finishing a few of my shorter fics (not yet shared at all because I’ve been behaving and not posting them like a trigger-happy renegade with poor impulse control). And I have a day off coming up in 2 weeks to attend a follow-up appointment after my exploratory surgery, so bonus for sleeping in and getting some writing done in the Dr office while I wait. 

But enough about me!

What about you? Where’ve you been? I feel like it’s been waaaaaay too long since we’ve caught up? How are you? What’ve you been doing with yourself?

xxx-Kitten.

[dark-eyed-elegance]

ooc: o shi its still munday for me and today fuckin sucked and i got cute to drive to class only to get back in my car and go home from a panic attack wooooo happy munday

[spaghettiremix-blog]

Another Story Duo in Hogwarts

RFA in Hogwarts could be found here

Note: I won't be doing all of Saeran's alter egos but only the egos we see in his route in Another Story so this may or may not containing spoilers! Constant vigilance, everybody!

anyways enjoy reading, my dudes!

—

V / Jihyun Kim

"A Hufflepuff through and through!"

his wand is 10½ inches long, made of willow and has a unicorn's tail hair for it's core

his Patronus is a Borzoi

his favorite and best subject is Herbology and you can't change my mind

he doesn't find any of Hogwarts' subjects too blandish or boring or insanely mentally scarring so he doesn't really have a subject that he dislikes although, the terms with Dolores Umbridge and Gilderoy Lockhart were rather unpleasant memories

his grades aren't as extraordinary like Jaehee's but his never ending politeness makes up for it

he doesn't know how to play Quidditch because he's like, half-blind so he settles for watching the players playing it instead

but he would make a good Chaser though

but then again, he's terrible with flying the broomstick so;;;

he can understand Parseltongue but only to a certain degree

he has a talent for non-verbal spell casting

potions-making makes him uneasy

heck, potions in general makes him uneasy

he barely leaves the Hufflepuff Common Room, but if he does though, you can usually find him with Jumin (and Elizabeth 3rd) hanging out in the library or in one of the Hogwarts Greenhouses

Apparation is a blessing to him

probably has Metamorphmagi blood in him

this dork loves to collect the magical cards that comes inside the chocolate frogs he has over seven hundred by now and he doesn't plan on giving them away

a Half-Blood but Jumin doesn't even care :)

Ray

"...he is better off in Hufflepuff!"

Hufflepuff's Golden Boy

his wand is 11 inches, made of hornbeam and has a dragon's hearstring as a core

his Patronus is a seal because as though as they may be percieved as adorable and cuddly in actuality, these mostly amphibious animals can be vicious, carnivorous predators

he plays Seeker on the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team

and he shall destroy you

affectionately

his favorite subject is Herbology and he's Professor Sprout's favorite student I'm so sorry Jihyun;;; but Potions comes in second place though

he finds Muggle Studies interesting but he doesn't really act to actually learn it

he somehow manages to sucks at Defense Against the Dark Arts and he hates it

he's actually very skilled in Alchemy so I guess that makes up for it

tries to learn Occlumency and he never bothered to learn it again because it hurts :(

non-verbal spell casting isn't really his thing but he tries

he can't find the heart to eat the chocolate frogs and collect the cards that are hidden inside so he settles for No-Melt Ice Cream instead and it's not really a bad investment

same as his brother, he's a Pureblood but Rika someone managed to thoroughly convince him that he's Muggleborn wizard

Unknown

"Welcome to Slytherin!"

his wand is 14 inches long, made of holly and has a dragon's heartstring as a core

his Patronus resembles a hippogriff, although it's non-corporeal, hinting that his past didn't really have any major positive outcomes that was strong enough to make his Patronus clearly defined

he plays as Beater for the Slytherin Quidditch Team

is it a foul to knock your own teammates with a bludger?

probably endures over 20+ penalties in every game he's in and it drives Snape absolutely insane

note: he still manages to become Captain;;;

although he's too much of a dick to admit that he has a favorite subject, he really likes Transfiguration

maybe it's because that he can just turn you into a teacup in just a just flicker of his wand, just in case you become too "annoyingly pretty stupid" in his eyes—which is a lot (he never actually does it though)

he doesn't bother to attend Defense Against the Dark Arts (nor Divination nor Herbology nor Care of Magical Creatures) since he thinks it's a pretty useless subject

"Why in Merlin's fuck do we need DADA for anyways? We're gonna be hexing, jinxing and cursing our way into battle anyways so might as well skip the bullshit and just learn Dark Arts instead."

he only ever attended DADA during "Mad Eye Moody"'s term with them

again, he's not really good at non-verbal spell casting, neither at Occulumency nor Legilimency but he's good at hexing people

he once tried to hex Saeyoung with a Instant Scalping Hex but it somehow manages to hit Zen instead

many cried that day

he prefers Chocolate Skeletons than Chocolate Frogs ("I'm telling you, my dear toy. The reason why they're so popular is because of these damn wizarding cards.") but he secretly brings back a whole box or two of No-Melt Ice Cream whenever you guys get a trip to Hogsmeade

he's proud of being a Pureblood but he's not proud of his family name nor lineage

he constantly disses on the Ministry of Magic

NE!/GE!Saeran Choi

"He belongs in Gryffindor!"

his wand is 12 inches, made of hawthorn and has a unicorn's tail hair as a core

his Patronus is a falcon — a representation that he was once a troubled soul but decided to cast away his old, evil habits to fly down the hard, right path

unlike Unknown's (and possibly even Ray's), Saeran's Patronus is lucid, well-defined and bright

when you asked him what makes it so bright everytime he conjurs it, he replied "Well, you're bright. So that makes sense if each of my memory of you is bright as well."

⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄o⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

damn boi, when did you get so smooth?

plays as Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team

Saeyoung's #1 fan and cheerleader

"WoOooO! There goes my brother, the shining, shimmering, lustrous, luminous, ever glimmering—"

"Mr. Choi, please."

"—AND EVER BLOSSOMING SAERAN CHOI! Now, ladies, I see you make a line towards him everyday but let me break it to you in the most subtle way possible—"

"—the poor boy is haplessly in love with MC."

"Saeyoung!"

whenever his brother speaks on the microphone (or just opens his mouth, in general), he gets an incoming migraine that he mentally prepared himself to repress

he loves him to pieces but Merlin's crocs, there are times where he catches himself wishing for his brother to get eaten by Aragog

he really likes Herbology, and tends to pull a Hermione Granger when it comes to this subject

Defense Against the Dark Arts is also his strong suit

although, somewhere in Lockheart's term with them, he tries so hard not to cast a Sardine Hex on him

he might have not have done it but he still holds a grudge

"That narcissistic buffoon unleashed some Tiny Tumbelinas of Terror as a form of lesson, MC. Tina Tumbelinas of Terror."

he just noped out of DADA when it was Umbridge's term

Gryffindor lost a lot of House points that year

he really likes going to Honeydukes and would probably make it his home if it was allowed

Ambrosius Flume and his wife like him very much and vice versa

"Dear, get the papers! We're adopting this boy!"

he brings a lot of sweets back to Hogwarts every weekend

two full sacks

and a lot of letters get sent to him by Ambrosius' wife nagging him to eat more healthily during the weekdays

he's good at non-verbal spellcasting, although it's kinda get hard to get used to

he's good a Legilimency but he doesn't use it very often — he's working on his Occlumency though (because Saeyoung won't leave him alone sometimes)

Apparition and using of Port Keys make him nauseous so he settles on commuting by broom instead

everyone thinks he's a Metamorphmagus because of his powdered hair

again, he's Pureblood but he doesn't really care because he'll love no matter what blood status you have :)