#Gahhhh um.

[dearlittlefandom-stalker]

Worship Songs—

Spirit of the Sovereign God by Lindell Cooley

Our God is an Awesome God by Rich Mullins or Lindell Cooley

In Christ Alone by Owl City

Your Great Name by Natalie Grant

This Blood by Carman

Amazing Love by Newsboys

Every Praise by Hezekiah Walker

Isn’t the Name by Jeremy and Adrienne Camp

Forever Love by Francesca Battistelli

What a Savior by Laura Story

Shoulders by For King and Country

Faithful by Plumb

When You Walk into the Room by Plumb

Unto You by Roy Fields

King of Love by I Am They

Boldly I Approach by Rend Collective

Glorious Day by Casting Crowns

Revelation Song — most versions, lol

Take Me In by Kutless

Hands in the Air by The Waiting

Send the Fire by Lindell Cooley

His Life for Mine by the Talley Trio

Dawn by Rebecca St. James

Only You by David Crowder

You Are My Hope by Skillet

Love Song by Third Day

Lord, You’re Holy (Wonderful, Glorious, Holy, and Righteous) by Eddie James (or anyone who sings this song)

This Fragile Breath by Todd Agnew

Such an Awesome God by Cross Point Music

Let Our Voices Rise like Incense by Petra

At the Cross by Joseph and Grace Larson

There is Grace by Lara Landon

My Savior My God by Aaron Shust

Calvary by Michael Sweet

More I can’t think of right now…

Hymns—

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

We Gather Together

The Deep Deep Love of Jesus

Nothing but the Blood of Jesus

For I Know Whom I have Believed

Man of Sorrows

Romans Doxology

Surely Goodness and Mercy

A Mighty Fortress is our God

JoyfulJoyful we Adore Thee

favorite worship song/hymn? alright go

[dethmetalmutt]

His solo changed my life 🖤🎸

[localkiss]

Pray to Leon, He's Your God

pairing: kidnapper!leon x f!reader

cw: creampies, afab terms used, pet names galore, ooc leon, mean and desperate leon, power abuse, degrading, praising, god complex, religion, praying during sex, ddlg dynamics, daddy kink, dumbification, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mentions of stalking, implied drugging, nipple play, somno, rape, hickey's, squirting, aftercare, las plagas mentions, control freak Leon lol, absolutely nasty dirty talk, spit kink, oral fixation, Ashley/Spain mission mentions...lmk if I missed anything >_< !

wc: 3.5k! hehehee a shorter fic for rn !

tags: @rigorwhoring @adiorxia @angelstargel @leonkennedygvrl @dilfstar @leonsdolly @dollfacefantasy @bonnibuckets @bunnyclaire @bwruisedkiss (tagging some moots :3 sry if u don't wanna be tagged gahhhh)

a/n: i didn't proof read much .. didn't edit much .. so um ignore anything weird. If it's messy n awkward uhhh GO WITH IT OK. 😮‍💨

“Baby,” he coos in your ear. Soft and sweet like he loves you. “open up.” Coaxing your mouth open for his thumb to slip inside.

The strange man dotes on you like a long-lost lover. Your brain is too foggy to even remember where you had met him if you did that. Tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you roll your head to the side, blinking extremely slowly, taking in the room around you.

A desk with a computer, two monitors and a gun lays on it. A couple of knives and a pack of gum too. You swear you can make out your panties and bra that went missing a few weeks ago on his desk as well. Makes you frown slightly.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth and wipes the saliva on your lips, dragging it across your cheek. Like he's dragging his cock and tapping it all over your face. Get you all messy.

You swallow thickly, head swirling, body feeling heavy and numb all at once. Tears pricking your eyes as you lay beneath the dirty blonde in confusion.

“Who..” is all you can croak out, blinking the water down your cheeks.

“Shh baby… relax. I'm here to take care of you like you should be taken care of. Mkay?” He murmurs soft and sweet. Wiping away the tears.

Only then do you realize you're naked and he's only adorned in his boxers. How long has he been waiting for you to wake up? You don't even know what day it is or the time.

Weird as it is, you find yourself relaxing under his guidance, mimicking his steady breathing.

“Want some water, honey? Just stay here and be a good girl for me, alright?” He kisses your forehead, getting up and grabbing a water bottle from his fridge. Coming back with long, quick strides. “Here, sit up and open your mouth.” Helping you sit up against the pillows.

Slowly pouring the water into your mouth. Pulling away as soon as it fills up, watching you drink it. Repeating this step a few times before he sets it next to his bed.

“Good girl.” The man hums, patting your head like you're a dog.

“Mm… who are you?” You look up at him through your eyelashes, asking the question hesitantly.

“My name's Leon, baby. Do you not remember me?’

Shaking your head, he sighs. It's not like he expected you to remember him. The two of you met briefly at some sort of party and once the both of you were drunk, you got all handsy. Wanting him to fuck you in his car.

That was like right after he got back from his mission in Spain too. He swears Ashley didn't fully kill off the plagas in his body with the machine. It's whatever. What doesn't kill him only makes him stronger, he thinks. Unless this possessive, obsessive, need for you is something else. But then he doesn't want to end up like Major Krauser, all mutated and weird. He hopes it's something else.

“S’okay. We met a couple of times at a few parties. Got to know each other a little bit and slept with each other. And you gave me your phone number… here we are.” Maybe he's lying. Maybe he's not. You'd never know the difference as it feels like it's mostly true. Which it is. But he certainly didn't get your number through legal ways.

“Okay, Leon.” You mumble, limbs barely moving as you try to turn to your side. Wanting to rest a little bit.

“Wanna sleep, baby? Cuddle up with daddy?” He coos down at you, warm hands shifting you around and pulling the blanket over the both of you. His warm toned body is behind yours as he cradles you like a baby.

Soft kisses planted on your cheeks and one on your neck. You feel your face get red hot as you nuzzle into the pillow. “Mmh,” replying to his first question with a soft grunt.

Leon hums, “Goodnight baby girl. Sweet dreams.”

You don't even bother replying. Not like you could as you find yourself instantly asleep. Feeling his warmth behind you lulls you to your dreamscape.

Not long after you fall asleep, Leon kisses his way down your body. Maneuvering you to lay on your back. You sigh and open your legs, rolling your head to the side.

He sucks on your nipples, not biting down hard enough to wake you. Just to tease your unconscious body. Swapping between the two and massaging the other one he doesn't have his mouth on. God forgive him, for he cannot wait any longer.

Trailing a wet path down to your pussy, he moves the blankets up over you both. Making sure you're nice and warm as he feasts on you. He's not going to deprive you of your rest and warmth. Leon's not that big of an asshole.

“So pretty. Pretty fucking juicy pussy. All mine.” Kissing and nipping the skin around your vulva. Leaving light marks for him to enjoy later on.

Leon kitten licks your clit, groaning as he tastes you on his tongue. Tangy but so fucking good. Heaven. God created you for him, he's sure. Kissing all over your pussy, tonguing around your opening as he feels your body automatically flutter.

It's like she knows who owns her already. That got him smiling as he licks you open slowly and teasingly. Eyes fluttering shut as he immerses himself in the feeling and warmth of your body wrapped around his head.

He sucks on your clit, gently biting down on it. Wearing it down as he takes turns licking into you and sucking on your clit like a hard candy. If you were a flavor, he'd always buy your flavor. Make it his cologne, his soap, his detergent. So he can always be enveloped in you. And only you.

Slurping up your juices as he pulls away. Kissing each thigh tenderly, as his hips rock against the bed. Tasting you makes him harder than obsidian.

That night when he got your panties and bra after you guys fucked in his car drunkenly. He held them up to his nose and sniffed them so much, that people would've thought there were cocaine remnants in them.

But no, he was just addicted to the way you smelled and tasted. The way you cried on his tongue and begged him to just fuck you already. To stop teasing you.

Did he fuck you until you saw white? Yes, very much so. Until you squirted and made his arms bleed? Yep! He even went so far as to make you cum so much you couldn't even remember his name, just, “daddy, daddy, daddyyy!” Until you became a sobbing mess for him.

Of course, he gave you what you wanted the most though! His cum deep inside of your cunt. Multiple creampies. You truly emptied his balls. Couldn't get hard for the next couple of days. Truly washed over his libido to a much calmer state of mind.

He hovers over you, making sure to bring the blankets over his broad shoulders. Shifting his boxers down low enough to get his cock and balls free. Slowly rubbing up and down your slit with his tip. He lets out a soft groan, pushing into you and gritting his teeth to not wake you up from how loud he wants to be.

“Hail Mary, full of grace…” he begins slowly, “The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Fuck.. Holy Mary, mother of—fucking—God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death.” Leaning his head down into the crook of your neck. Repeating it again and again in his mind, louder and louder each time. Drowning out all the white noise in his ears.

Maybe it's just tinnitus but he thinks it's the plagas trying to invade his mind once more. He justifies his actions by blaming it on a virus infection. Your pussy is his fix. Only if you were just a bit more submissive like you were when you were drunk, maybe he would think of you as somebody he should kneel to. To worship.

“Amen. Amen, God fucking damn.” Leon rocks in and out, matching the pace of your breathing. He moans into your ear, gripping the fat of your hips before moving his hands to push your legs up to your chest. Immediately putting you into a mating press.

Licking and nibbling on each part of your neck that is exposed to his eyes, he mumbles sweet praises to your sleeping body.

“Yeah, good girl. Taking this cock so well, hm? Yeah?”

“Fuck baby, pussy squeezin' me like she doesn't wanna let go of me.”

“Mmm.. shit. Wanna make you mine. My wife. I'll get to do this to you every day. All y’gotta do is just lay there and be pretty f’me princess.”

“Yeah, yeah… take it. So fucking cute seeing your expressions and feeling your body enjoy me while you're asleep. You thinking about me baby? Dreaming about me ruining you in your sleep while I do it in real life?”

You try to shift around in your sleep and furrow your eyebrows. Letting out a low whine as your eyes roll around before opening hesitantly. “Mmph.. Leon?”

“Awwh, good afternoon sleepyhead.” He coos down at you, peppering your cheeks in kisses, rubbing up and down your sides. “Did daddy's dick wake you up?”

“Yeah,” you flutter around his length, barely processing what's happening. Only feeling full of him and his warm body pressing you into the blankets. Hands clutching onto his firm biceps weakly, digging your blunt nails into his pale skin.

Leon laughs cruelly, his hips rabbiting into your squelching heat with vigor. Half moaning into your ear, his hot breath tickling you faintly. “Shit. Look at me, baby. Who owns you? Let me fucking know who owns this pussy.”

Whimpering, your toes curl as a heat wave of embarrassment rolls down your spine. “Unhh… you do.”

He clicks his tongue at you and stops his hips, fully deep inside of you. “That's not who I am, princess. Now say it again or I won't fuck you.”

“Daddy…”

“Yeah, that's me. Now, use your big girl words and tell me who owns this pussy baby.”

“Daddy owns this pussy. Daddy owns me…” you squeeze your legs against his sides. Impossibly tight around his cock, earning a groan from him. Nails were almost close enough to draw blood from his arms.

“Good girl. Such a smart cookie, yeah? All it took was daddy having to be a bit firm with his baby.” He presses his lips to yours, capturing you in a messy, feverish kiss. Teeth clashing as he starts to thrust in and out. Tongue swiping all across your mouth, letting you suck on it briefly before he pulls away.

One hand holding up his weight, the other one squeezing your lips together. Dipping down to spit into your mouth. Smirking as he hears your little noises of pleasure.

“Knew my baby would like that. So dirty.” He moves your face up and down, forcing you to nod. “Look, you're agreeing with me. Such a slut, eager for her daddy. Mhmm…”

Leon's lips are the only thing you can focus on. Besides his dick, of course. “Daddy,” you spread your fingers around his face. Like you're in awe of him, putting them into his mouth curiously. “please?”

He gently bites down, licking and sucking on your fingers playfully. Dark oceanic eyes narrowing and analyzing you. “Baby wants my fingers in her mouth?”

Bingo. You don't even have to respond, just the look of surprise in your eyes is enough for him. He presses a wet kiss to your palm and wrist. Slipping his thumb into your mouth as he speeds up his hips.

Cock jumps inside of you as you close your eyes. Sucking on it with fervor makes him swallow a whine of his own. God, you'll bring out the desperate whiny side of him someday.

He'll still dominate you through the whines and whimpers, of course. Can't let his precious baby try to top him. It'd be so cute.

Watching you fail and beg for daddy to take over. He'd let you try though, but he'd know he'll forever be in charge. Just lending you the ‘power’ for the moment.

“Mmhhf baby. Don't do that. Daddy's gonna shoot his load inside you early. We wouldn't want that. Ain't that right pumpkin?” Leon hums, pushing down on your tongue with his thumb. Enjoying the way you drool around it and bite on it like he's some sort of oral stress relieving toy. Or gum. Not that he minds being your fix to your oral issue.

You loosely have a grip on his arm, sort of not wanting him to leave your mouth. Fluttering your eyelashes up at him, he presses his forehead against yours. Lowering his body so that he can barely pull out of you.

“Sweetheart, let daddy hold himself up with his other hand. Wanna play with your cute cunt. Make you cream all over this dick.” He pry’s himself out of your mouth, replacing it with his lips on yours. As he brings his other hand down to press tight and fast circles against your clit.

Lifting up so he can watch you fall apart on him. “Good girl. Such a sweet girl, letting her daddy do whatever he wants. Hmm? Isn't that right? Yeah,” he kisses your forehead tenderly.

At this point, you're babbling out nonsense. In your mind, you are agreeing with him. Out loud, you're saying, “daddy please.” As your walls squeeze around him tight like a vice.

He doesn't want to be too much of an asshole and make you use your dumb puppy brain, but there's a part of him that needs you to beg him to let you cum. Make you call him a God.

‘Please god, let me cum, please. I'll be a good girl, I promise.’ Something along those lines will do it for him. Fill that womb up with his sticky white cum.

“Want daddy to let you cum?” Leon's gonna slowly fade into it. Have you wrapped around his little finger. Just as he is wrapped around your body like a snake does to its victim. To its food.

“Uhuh, please daddy. Wanna cum,” you mewl out shamelessly. Tears gathering up in your pretty beady eyes. Goddamn, you look gorgeous.

“C'mon puppy. Use that pretty little brain and beg daddy correctly. Daddy'll even give you a hint, baby doll. Beg for God, because aren't I the owner of you? The one who fulfills your dreams, needs, and wants? Hmm?” There's this crazy look in his eyes. Black little veins popping up in his skin, looking similarly to a dead person. But it's also fucking hot how he looks so psychotic and desperate for you. And only you.

“Daddy—God, mmmph… please let me cum. Please!” Can't help the moans escape as he smacks his fingers against your swollen, sensitive bud. Your fingernails attach themselves to his chest, dragging red welts down to his abs. Feeling them flex as he groans in pain.

“That's right bunny, that's right. Cum for me. Cream all over this fat dick,” he purrs as he spanks your clit extra hard, in time with a deeper and harder thrust.

Watching you as your eyes roll into the back of your head and your mouth going slack. Holding you still as you tremble as you thrash around, orgasm still ringing around your body hard. Seeing you like this beneath him has his own climax running up on him. But he wants to make you watch as he fucks his cum into your womb.

“Baby,” Leon shushes, pressing faint kisses around your temples. “Look at me. Watch daddy's cock go in and out of your pretty pussy. Look at how daddy's stretching you out, baby girl. There's even a little bump from daddy.” He lifts up so you can look down between the two of you comfortably.

Still pulsing around him, he pushes down on the bulge. Listening to your cute little squeals of overstimulation. “God's gonna give you a baby now. Say, thank you, God. Thank you Leon for blessing me with your seed.” He half moans half chuckles, giving your cheek a couple of soft slaps.

“T-thank you God—Leon please… bless me with your cum…!” You sort of get it right. It's not like he's a stickler for how you say things or actually, repeat them back to him. Leon likes the control. So all is well.

He chants your name, rabbiting his hips even harder now. Eyes closed and forehead against yours. Whining as he gets closer and closer.

Leon groans as he feels your pussy greedily sucking him in. His hand immediately starts to rub your swollen nerves. “Gonna make you cum again and then I'll pump you full of it.”

You cry out, kicking and scratching at him. “S’too much! Can't cum again!” Lies. All lies.

“You can take it and you will take it. C'mon puppy. Know you can do it for me,” he coaxes another one out of you. Albeit slower this time.

Syrupy goodness coats your brain as you hiccup his name, going frigid beneath him. Oh, there you have it. Sprung a leak around his cock. You can't help but scream and hold onto him tightly. Cunt practically pushing him out because of how intense this one is.

The sight of you squirting uncontrollably has his cock kicking and spurting his hot, thick semen in your insides. Slowing his movements down he moans.

It's like it's never ending. Maybe Leon was backed up for a while and is gonna get you pregnant with triplets. Feels like it with the way he keeps pumping you full.

“Good girl. Good job. So good for me, mhmm… gonna keep you plugged up. Make sure it takes, yeah?” He coos soft and sweet, whining pathetically as his dick softens. All sensitive now.

Leon sounds so good, you think. All desperate for you.

You hum, blearily watching him maneuver the two of you around. Slumping against his chest, his warm hands soothe your sides. Giving him a soft kiss on his chest in reply. Too fuzzy-headed and dumb to even form an actual response. Not like he wanted one, it was probably more of a rhetorical question.

“That's it, baby. Rest on my chest. I'll clean us up once you're ready.” Giving the apex of your head a long kiss, he wraps his muscular arms around your frail, trembling figure.

Slowly pulling you into a deep slumber. With rainbows and sunshine.

Possibly an hour or two goes by and you wake up to warm water soothing your aching muscles. A soapy sponge rubbing your front side. Leaning back into him, you relax and let him do his thing.

“So pretty baby,” he sighs, grabbing a cup and slowly pouring it over your soapy body. Being careful not to get your face wet. “Does this feel nice?”

You nod immediately, scratching your scalp for a moment. Scooting away from him, grabbing your hair and giving him a good view of your back. Silently asking him to wash it.

The soapy sponge gently runs into your skin, over your shoulders and arms. Dipping down to your lower back before carefully going around your neck. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head once more. Washing it all off before he lets you lay there against him.

Can't help but yawn and stretch. This is going to make you fall asleep again! “Daddy. Want to go to bed.”

“Hmm.. okay. Let's get you out of here. Daddy'll put you in the cutest outfit.” He grabs the towel and wraps it around you. Drying you off before he dries himself off. “Lift your arms for me.”

You close your eyes sleepily and lift your arms, feeling him tug a loose shirt over your head. And you instinctively lift your foot, allowing him to put panties on you and pajama pants.

Opening your eyes you see that it's Hello Kitty. Biting your lip, you watch Leon get dressed. Quietly zoning out on his chest.

Leon picks you up bridal style with ease. Despite you being a little chubby, he acts like you weigh like nothing.

“Snuggle close to daddy, sweetheart.” He sets you down, pulling the covers over the both of you. Reaching down to grab a stuffed animal he had under his bed. One he bought in advance. Thinking you'd like it.

It's a cute little shark! Leon puts it next to you as he wraps his arms around you securely. “Sweet dreams baby.”

“Sweet dreams daddy.” You mumble in return, putting the shark in your arms as you snuggle into his warm chest with a huff.

Maybe next time he'll force you on your knees and make you worship him. And if you don't do it right, he'll baptize you with his special white liquid until you immediately submit to him. To praise him as a higher being. But, first and foremost, he's your daddy, before he's your God.

[secretlytranced]

fuck. i'm doing work but then i got an overwhelming compulsion to put on a file and a spiral and I just sat at my desk drooling all over my tits, unblinking, not thinking, just drooling and listening drool and listen listen and stare just drop listen and stare just drop drooling down onto my tits and I couldn't like pull away and it was so good I just stared at the spiral and listened and dropped and listen and drop and stare and drop and um it was so good to just watch the spiral and listen and I was drooling down onto my tits and I couldn't like blink or look away just staring at the spiral and drooling onto my tits and listening and dropping and listen and drop and stare and drop and stare and drop and listen and drop absorbing all programing I am a hypnotized slut I love to listen and obey I am a hypnotized slut I love to edge and obey I um. it was so fun! like just watching the spiral!! gahhhh

[usercelestial]

i would like to hear your thoughts ❤️

gahhhh okay no one throw rocks at me, this is buck x oc

adam has been a nurse for a long time. he's dealt with trauma after trauma, met so many firefighters and paramedics but none with a bigger heart than evan buckley. he's seen him around a few times, the station 118 is pretty well known in their hospital for being a bit a problem station. people are constantly getting stabbed and struck by lightning, evan buckley in particular seems like maybe he pissed off god personally. they exchanged a few words here and there, laughed at a few of the others jokes, but every time they lock eyes, buck makes quick work to look away and bite the inside of his cheek. adam specializes in hurt and believe him, buck seems... hurt.

it isn't until they bring in a young kid, probably 16 or 17, with bruises and cuts all over his body. he was beaten until- well, until it was pretty touch and go for a minute there. two of them hang back in particular, hen and buck. he's talked to hen before, back when she was going through med school, she told him about her wife and kids, how hard she was fighting for them, how draining it was. adam joked about that sounding familiar, he remembers med school well enough when he was single, he couldn't imagine it with a partner and a kid.

the two of them were standing together, watching the kid be carted away, both biting their cheeks and clenching their fists. hen whispered something to buck and patted his back.

"i know, it's just- god, that was brutal." buck wipes his face.

"that's why we look out for each other." hen squeezes his arm and walks away.

"does he have anyone to look out for him?" buck says to himself

interesting, he doesn't know the full story- just that that kid looked like he was in a hell of a lot of pain. and judging by the rainbow bracelet around his wrist, he's guessing he knows why.

he's about to work himself up to go talk to him. there's something about his eyes, wide and sad and so deep in thought he wonders how he pulls himself out.

they lock eyes again. adam gives him a tiny wave and an awkward smile. buck looks like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and returns the nicety before bolting out the door. hen notices and looks back, processing something in her head. she smiles but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

then buck shows up at the hospital later in his civvies, rubbing his hands together.

"hey!" adam says just a little too loudly, cringing.

buck jumps a little, like a scared deer, adam absolutely does not think it's the cutest thing in the world.

"uh, h-hi." buck is still whining his hands together.

"adam! sorry, i don't know if i ever gave you my name or if you remember-"

"i do." buck smiles, "yeah, i remember."

"good." and then he just stands like an idiot for reasons he cannot grasp before remembering he should probably speak now, "are you visiting someone?"

"do you remember that kid from earlier? the one had the um-"

"the kid that got hate-crimed? yeah i remember. he's stable now. he had a rough night, but he'll pull through."

buck visibly releases a weight off himself, "oh, good. i just wanted to check in on him. i don't know, it was a rough call, it was driving me crazy not knowing."

adam put down his clipboard, nodding, "yeah, i mean, that stuff definitely hits home for me, for sure."

"it doesn't for me," buck says and oh, shit, i guess he's not queer, fuck did i read this wrong, "i mean! like- when i came out, i had so many people that cared about me. my sister, my-well- my dad, my best friend, my boyf-" buck cuts himself off and deflates again, "sorry. i just hated the idea that he didn't have that, you know?"

"no, i get it, don't apologize. that's-thats really sweet. visiting hours are almost over but i can see if he's up for it, okay?"

bucks nods, and maybe adam is a fool with a dumb little crush but he swears he blushes a little. he feels his heart bursting a little about it. he came back to this kid, felt the need to check in and ask about him, because he didn't have something that he did.

"pull it together," he whispers to himself as he walks away.

buck keeps coming back, too. visiting the kid as often as possible, playing cards, and giving him fun facts from some documentaries he's watched. adam perks up whenever he hears one that he's watched. he lets it slip that he watched the same one, went on the same wikipedia binge. buck does that smile softly and look away like you're about to throw thing he does. adam occasionally joins in on the conversation whenever he gets a free moment. and then eventually, the kid gets discharged and buck is there to see him off. it turns out he has an aunt out in texas that's far more accepting than his folks here. he swears he sees buck tear up a little as he walks out the door, waving back at both of them.

and adam fully expects buck to go back to being a first responder he sees a few times a week and exchanging awkward, stolen glances.

but he doesn't stop coming. buck shows up the next day with two coffees in his hand. adam waves at him and buck breathes like he's psyching himself up and walks over.

"you said you liked chai lattes, so, um, i figured-i figured you would-"

"thanks!" adam decides to put him out of his misery, "are you visiting someone?"

buck ducks his head and scratches his neck, his smile looking less tortured, "hopefully, if you were free, you."

"i was about to go on my first break, if you wanted to go for a bit of a walk." adam suggests.

"that sounds great." buck clears his throat.

"great, gimme just a second, alright?" he walks away and hears buck mutter what he thinks, "i used to be better at this."

a few weeks pass by like that. buck hovering just on the outskirts of his life, very careful not to step too far in, but still present in a way that drives him crazy. he can't stop thinking about him but he only gets him for fifteen minutes now.

"do you wanna go out for dinner sometime?" adam asks, trying to sound as casual as possible.

buck gasps, like audibly, like a woman fainting after meeting the beatles, "i-uh, i should probably get back, sorry."

oh, he watches him go. and then stop in his tracks. and then turn back around, "can i get your number actually? or instagram or something?"

trying to contain his excitement, he nods, because of course he nods. when a hot, sweet as fuck, puppy dog eyed firefighter offers you their phone number, it's a crime to say no.

eventually, they do end up on a date- or at least he thinks it's a date. he can't be sure. the wine certainly feels date-eske but he really can't be sure because buck is barely looking at him in the eyes. he picked his very best "possibly a date" outfit and went in with low expectations for anything other than a really pleasant, really awkward evening. he decides though that if he gets to spend it with buck, it feels worth the awkward tension. especially because sometimes, he can coax him out of it and he looks so- vulnerable, an open wound. he's like a starry sky that hides behind a cloudy night.

adam doesn't remember what he says but eventually they start talking about things that should probably be save for the 40th date, not the maybe, jury's still out first.

but adam definitely knows he says, "you seem like you've been hurt." because the moment he does, he wants to punch himself in the face after buck gets this horrified expression like adam just said he likes kicking dogs in his spare time.

then, the moment passes, and he clicks his tongue, "i used to be better at hiding it."

"it seems like maybe it's a good thing you don't."

buck shakes his head, "i also used to be better at this," he gestures between them, "dating, flirting, having a crush," which does get buck to smile and adam gets to see that twinkle in his eyes again.

"oh okay, so this is a date, noted. and- you're not terrible at it, it's pretty adorable, actually. and i'm hardly one to judge. i'm very familiar with hurt."

buck keeps smiling, "well, my hurt is a 40 year old firefighter-pilot who broke up with me a year ago, so- i don't know how familiar you are with that kind of hurt."

"oh, i am all too familiar with that kind of hurt. does this hurt have a name?"

buck sucks in a breath, adam gets the sense that he hasn't said it in a while, "tommy. tommy kinard."

adam feels like buck is cracked open right now, "are you not ready to move on yet? cause, i'm okay with just being friends!"

"i really don't want to."

"be friends? damn, okay-"

buck puts on a hand on his for a second and adam's heart flutters, "no, i don't want to be just friends. tommy was- well, i loved him. i mean, i-"

"still do?"

"god, i'm really cursed to fuck up first dates, aren't i?"

"it's okay. i mean, i like you. i've liked you for a while, you know? and i've had my own tommy, the one that got away, one i'll never stop loving. i think-" it hurts to think about but he knows it would hurt more to forget about it, "i think what our tommys have in common is that we never let them go, or stop loving them, but we-" he sighs, thinking about his own heartbreak, his own first love, his own missed connection, "we take the love we have for them and we can let it grow into love for others too."

bucks bites his cheek. adam briefly wonders if the inside of his mouth is scarred of all the biting, "i guess i'm scared of giving him up. like if i stop thinking about it or if i like someone else, he'll disappear and everything we had will just- vanish," he chokes out.

adam hums, "it won't. that's the great thing about tommys, right? they stay with you, you never stop feeling that love. you just- build on it and give it to the next person."

buck has tears in his eyes now, adam thinks he might too, but god he's looking at such a beautiful man, with such a big heart and he can't help but thank whoever tommy is for giving him so much love that he's overflowing with it.

"sorry-"

"don't apologize, this got heavy really quick and we're only half way through the bottle of wine," they both laugh into their glasses.

"i guess i'm a little- hurt, like you said."

"i'm a nurse, buck, i kind of specialize in hurt. and if you're willing to try, i'd like another date, one that i actually know is a date beforehand."

buck really does blush this time, "i can do that."

buck leans in and kisses him on the cheek on the way out, oh god, he's a gentleman too, i'm so screwed.

down the line, when they're celebrating their engagement in the same park they used to walk through on adam's breaks, he thinks to himself, not for the first time, oh, tommy kinard, wherever you are, whoever you're with, thank you for loving our man, and thank you for letting me love him just as much.

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

More of the latest hubby-isms, courtesy of the Js:

(part 2) ❤️

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Okay. Lol. Let’s examine this for a moment -

Jared is literally trying so, SO hard to:

A. touch Jensen as much as he possibly can (while in this very public setting).

B. restrain himself from overly touching Jensen, because…goddammit. This is a very public setting!!

Focus. Act natural. Watch where your hands go.

Okay. We got this.

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NECESSARY TOUCHING.

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Husband magnets.

^^ um, seriously though. These two men are so physically drawn towards each other in every single fucking waking moment.

And it’s a beautiful, beautiful thing.

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Oh. Hello. Hi. 👀😏

THE BUTT PAT.

!!!!

Excuse you, SIR…

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Tehe.

Dorks. 😘

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How to stare with the utmost love and affection at your platonic *cough-not even a little platonic-cough* best buddy *cough-husband-cough* -

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We obviously need to include the GIF version of the most recent J2-hands-touchy that I just put up (as a still image).

So:

By the way, search my posts for “hands” and “finger touch.”

Because. Um.

-let’s just say this is FARRRR from an isolated incident. 🫶

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I don’t know why this is my absolute favorite thing ever, but for some reason the Js adorably calling each other “bitch” in sign language is, like, WILDLY endearing.

Gahhhh. You two. 😍

Fucking lovebirds.

[h0ney-mochi]

Scaramouche x reader (readers pronouns not mentioned)

SFW (a mention of readers' assistant making out with someone ;; readers pronouns are not mentioned, but written with fem in mind)

Summary: you work at the pharmacy in the Fatui. frequent visits of injured people and agents, workers, sometimes the harbingers' themselves. since you have so much work, you get assistant requests. but turns out ur assistant was a lil stupid so you threw them out and scara saw it!

A/n: I got inspired by this one comment on a scara playlist and decides to write a lil something. This is meant to be as scara never thinking of you being mean or hurting anyone, so when he sees you like this, he can't help, but imagine.... aka when he thinks of u being mean he can't stop thinking of you dominating him COUGHOUGHCOUGH

A/n 2: I accidentally posted it while I was editing it GAHHHH tumblr so stupid, just stay on "save draft" not "post" mf!!!!

You were sweet, kind and soft — that's how the people saw you. That's how the fatui saw you. Everyone knew that, especially because you were working in the pharmacy room — you weren't the one with needles, some others were dealing with that. You were like quick care. You get it.

The other harbingers found you reliable, since you would always help and look out for everyone and everything. Scaramouche on the other hand just scoffed every time when you noticed he has some bruises or cuts, whatever.

..That was of course, when he was sitting on the chair in front of you while you inspected them. "Can you not? I've got business to do," he speaks, before hissing when you put a bit of liquid on a cut. "Yeah, let me finish up and you'll be good to go, Scara," you pay no mind, bringing a cotton ball to clean away some blood and the liquid. He would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy this. Your care. Something he ran away from. After a moment, you applied a small bandaid on his cut and threw out the paper and ruined cotton. You smiled at him, "You're good to go!" He rolled his eyes at you, "yeah, right."

Scaramouche got up, fixing his clothes. Then he simply walked away from you, out of the room. He muttered a silent thank you and you caught that, not saying anything. You went to make yourself a tea and look at what else you could do today. There were a few papers on people that wanted to be your assistant in the pharmacy, so you sat down with your tea and started looking through them. That will take a while, so might as well inspect them thoroughly.

.. A few days had passed since you looked through the submissions. You spoke with one of the people, accepting them as your assistant at the pharmacy. You made sure to always remind them where they work and what they need to do. Soon you didn't need to do that at all because they were a good assistant, helping you get the needed medicine or materials, even helping you out by stitching up the Fatui people when you were busy with another or gone on a task. They were reliable and that's what you liked, what you needed for an assistant. You thanked the Archons for finally giving you a good assistant.

Until one day.

You had went out to get a package you had requested, since you were starting to run out of something specific. You let your assistant know and left to get your stuff. It didn't take that much time, so you were soon going back to the place. You open the door, greeting your assistant, saying you're back and that you got what you.. needed...

You stop in your tracks when you notice your assistant making out with a fatui agent. They immediately stopped, your assistant turning to you in shock. You stared. Your assistant quickly got off the agent and smiled at you nervously. "Ah, he came for a check up, had to help him with a few cuts from a fight!" They spoke, while the agent just sat at the bed, not knowing what to do in this situation. Your smile was already gone, "And that check up includes making out on a hospital bed? What, is he your boyfriend?" They went quiet. "Um.. no, he's not-" you watched as they got more nervous. The agent got up, "I have a girlfriend, please don't tell anyone about this." Your eyes widened. Oh my god.

The door wasn't closed because your hands were full, so your yelling echoed through the hallway, gaining attention of the agents and other people that were doing their job or just walking somewhere else. "When I was looking through the applications, I didn't read that you'll be making out with strangers!" You spoke, pointing at the agent and then at the door. He scurried away and you quickly made note of some if his features. Then you turned to your assistant, who was trying to smile at you, explain themselves. "It was just an accident, I was trying to get closer so I could see the bruises on his face-!" They quickly tried to lie their way out.

"You were good for the first.. what? Six days? Oh wow. Impressive," you got more mad, "If I knew you would be a slut, I would have denied you!" There was a crowd forming at the pharmacy entrance, a bunch of whispering, trying to figure out the situation. They were also surprised to see you yelling.

You couldn't believe that you made such a mistake. It made you wonder, the times when you were gone.. were they doing more inappropriate behavior in your pharmacy? Hell no. You brought out a dagger from your desk, immediately walking over to your assistant. They jumped for a moment, about to flee from you, but you caught them by their collar. "I'm really sorry, it won't happen again-!" They quickly said as you were pulling them away. The crowd moved a bit away from the door once they saw you approach. "Of course it won't happen again, because you'll be gone!" You spat, throwing them out the door, onto the floor with a loud thud.

It seems that the commotion had caught the attention of Scaramouche. He was about to yell at the people, but once he saw that they were at the pharmacy, he quickly ran to them. Squeezing through the people, others quickly getting out the way. He spoke loudly, "What the hell is going on?!" He immediately shut up once he noticed your assistant on the ground. His eyes shot up, realizing you're also there. You were glaring down at them.

You stepped closer, your assistant turning on their back and trying to get away, keeping themselves up with their elbows. You pushed your foot on their chest, making them collapse again. Slightly leaning down, pointing the dagger at them, you glared in their eyes.

"If I see your slutty ass in my pharmacy again, I'll dispose of you myself." You warned. They nodded quickly and you took your foot away, telling them to leave. They clumsily got up from the floor, fleeing from the place. You straightened your back, sighing. You looked at the crowd and noticed Scaramouche with his mouth agape, eyes wide. You dropped your dagger in surprise, "Oh, Scara! Did something happen again, you're hurt?" He didn't respond, continuing to stare. "I'm sorry for all the noise, I found out that there were bugs living in the pharmacy, so I had to disinfect the place," you quickly explained, also looking at the crowd with a small smile. You took your dagger off the ground and quickly went to Scara. "Sorry again, the place is safe now, let me give you a check up!" You said, pulling the man in the room by his wrist.

His words caught in his throat as he looked down where you held him, firm grip on him. Scara gazed up at you quickly and then back, warmth filling his face. You sat him down on a chair and went to the door again, telling the people if they don't have any injuries, they should go back to work. You close the door and go back to Scaramouche, putting your dagger away. "Looked like you came in a hurry, are you okay? Some business again?" You asked, leaning down, gazing at his features. He just stared at you, silent. You put a hand to his cheek and then to his forehead.

"Oh? Do you have a fever?" You mumble, "You're really warming up." He finally got back to reality and leaned away from you, shaking his head. "What- no, I'm not sick, idiot, I'm feeling good," he speaks, furrowing his brows at you. You put your hand away and chuckled, "Alright, but I still need to check you on that." "As if I can get sick," he groans and you straighten your back, crossing your arms. "Explain the heat then, huh," you say, going to a cabinet. Scara opens his mouth to explain, but he stops. Oh right. He can't just say it's you, can he? So he gets up and walks to the door immediately. You turn around, "Hey, where are you going!" "Don't forget I have other things to do other than sit and wait!" He says with a hint of annoyance and leaves. You ran to the door, but he was already gone. What..?

He left fast. He couldn't just tell you that you threatening your assistant was kinda.....

[ask-cinnavanillamelody]

Drive: Lightning *as he grunts with effort to help keep the door closed* Gahhhh gotta trust in help coming *says under his breath* hurry up terra and get them here. *speaking aloud again* Its risky but maybe try to keep him talking to distract his focus some dig deep on what you know of Sagi to get him to react from his current state for even a little bit.

Lightning: r-right- um Sagi? C-Can we talk?⚡

Sagi: *stops banging on the door again* Will you open the door?~⭕

Lightning: y-yes but- First we talk- okay? ⚡

Sagi: ..Okay~ You promise to open the door when we're done right?~⭕

Lighting: Y-Yes- I promise-⚡

Sagi: Alright,~ What do you want to talk about?~ ⭕

[boypussydilf]

and it kind of suxxxxxxxxxxxx the way they act like simon failing to notice betty sacrificing so much for him is like…… him completely dismissing the idea of Supporting Her Goals And Interests and just being centered on his own interests and what he wants to do. feels weeeiiiirrrddddddd. it would have been so much better if they worked it in with. um. um. any of his established character traits?

yeah, betty saying in temple of mars how she gave up this big trip at the last second when she’d just met simon already implied him being Oblivious. either to the implications of her doing that, or to the fact that she did it at all. but like, also……… one of the most common ways adventure time fans have described simon is selfless.

gahhhh, they had such a good angle to work with here, because simon not realizing that betty is giving up all this stuff for his sake could have been tied in SO fucking well with HIS LACK OF SELF WORTH! which they WENT OVER MULTIPLE TIMES IN THE SERIES! like i said in another post what feels like ages ago, hes kind of got that type of Low Self Worth That Loops Around To Being, In A Very Specific Way, Self Centered. (like remember that one post about. you are not Uniquely Horrible.) he felt like a bad caretaker for marceline and said she’d be better without him even though there was literally no one else to take care of her, and didn’t feel like she needed Him, Specifically, just needed anyone who could keep her alive. he wants to stop being himself so badly that he calls becoming ice king again a “PERFECT SOLUTION” and never once considers the fact that it WILL hurt people in one way or another. he cares about himself so little that he just rejects the thought of being important to anyone before he can even have it.

That would have been such a good angle for why he doesn’t think twice about betty dropping things that are important to her for his sake? Because she’s so BOLD and CONFIDENT and she does ANYTHING she wants to and there’s nothing special or important about him and he doesn’t deserve to have anything given up just for his sake so clearly, clearly, she is doing these things because they’re what she wants to do, their passions line up and that must be it, she has all the same interests, she must have wanted to do this stuff more than her other plans because why else would she give them up like that. Not for him.

But…….. no we’re going to act like he’s just. actually properly selfish or something. We’re going to acknowledge that he didn’t even realize that he and betty were always chasing his dreams and not hers, but then still act like he made an intentional CHOICE not to support her more.

[floodthewatergates]

DON’T SUMMON THE SCHOENHEIT AT 3AM [I ALMOST DIED 😱😱]

(Cater & Trey)

a/n: hi guys! this is my second fic for the twisted wonderland gotcha for gaza run by @twstaction ! check them out if you’re interested! this fic is a gift for @convenientcalhoun :D

this features cater (mostly) and trey! their relationship isn’t specified so feel free to interpret as u wish :) characters might be a bit ooc,, it’s my first time writing for them, but hope it’s not too bad! enjoy!

summary: cater tries to summon a ghost for his magicam. the outcome is much different than whatever he expected.

word count: 1.4k words

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Lighting? Check. Camera angle? Yep! Engaging and spooky atmosphere? Affirmative!

“Looks like everything’s in order,” Cater mumbled to himself, giving one last glance at all the items on the table before setting the timer to get the camera rolling.

3… 2… 1…

“Hey guys! Welcome to another video from your’s truly,” Cater made jazz hands, dramatically leaning towards the camera! “Cay-cay!”

The camera looked back at him, the red light being the only thing he focused on.

“Today, we are going to be doing a little challenge… We are going to summon a ghost!” He gasped, as if shocked by his own words. “And not just any ghost, but the Schoenheit! Now, I know what you’re thinking. Vil is alive so how can you summon a ghost that’s not even dead. And well, you’re correct! We aren’t actually going to summon Vil, but actually…” Cater whispered, cupping a hand beside his mouth. It was quiet, but loud enough for the camera to pick up his voice. “After a bit of research, there was once a fan that loved Vil so much that he tried to become him. Literally. Spooky right? It’s not all that PG, so I won’t go into detail for my younger audience, but well, an unfortunate accident happened, and you get the rest, right?”

“Anywaysss, there’s a rumor that if you summon him at 3am, something scary would happen! But I’m a mage at Night Raven College and I’m sure I can handle it. I’m doing this so you guys don’t have to! Don’t try this at home!” Cater winked at the camera, innocently. He gestured towards the items on the desk. A photograph of Vil and some dowel rods, along with a few more nonsensical things, like dish soap, gum, and… Cater wasn’t really sure what it all was either, but that’s what the website said! “First, we have to use the gum to stick the photo to two of the polaroids, then…”

Cater continued explaining the steps as he did them. The result was a rather strange… craft of sorts. He had absolutely no idea how to describe whatever he was looking at. He was confident a pre-schooler could create something more creative than this! “Last thing we need to do is cover the dish soap with it and blow on it! A bit of a weird step, TBH. Hopefully, this works or I would’ve done this all for nothing!” Cater chuckled, mostly to himself as he twirled a strand of his hair around his finger. He waited a couple seconds at the creation, before he spoke up again. “Um, so nothing is happen–”

“Cater?” A sudden, deep voice cut from behind him, Cater’s bedroom door opening with a loud squeak.

“GAHHHH!” Cater screamed, nearly jumping out of his skin. If he flinched harder, he was convinced he would have literally had a heart attack!

Trey froze. Cater, after trying to recover from his scare a second before, blinked.

Then, Trey grinned, amused and smug, while Cater averted his gaze.

“Trey..! What are you doing here? I’m.. uh, kinda in the middle of something.” Cater mumbled, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

“Yeah, looks like it.” Trey scanned over the room before his gaze landed on the weird looking object on Cater’s table. He raised a brow but didn’t say anything. “I heard a bit of noise. I wanted to make sure everything was fine.”

Cater was sure he wasn’t being that loud, and he thought back. When explaining the steps, he supposed he did accidentally drop a textbook he had forgotten to take off his desk. He didn’t think much of it, but Trey’s room was next to his, so he guessed it made sense he heard. “Everything’s all good!” He gave Trey a thumbs up.

Trey looked at him for another moment, giving him a once-over in case Cater had hurt himself, and was hiding it or something.

A second later and Cater remembered that the camera was still rolling. Well, he could edit this all out. He looked back at the camera, then at the object on the table. As expected, nothing had happened so he would likely have to edit some sort of.. supernatural phenomenon occurring. Ugh, editing is going to be a pain— Cater’s thoughts paused as an idea suddenly found its way into his mind. He glanced at Trey, who started his leave towards the door.

“Wait!” Cater called out and Trey stopped, turning towards him.

“Need something?”

“Yes, actually!” Cater said, before explaining his idea.

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“No one is going to fall for this,” Trey muttered, a white sheet over his body, holes cut out in the eyes so he could see.

“So what? If it’s not realistic, be funny!” Cater told him. “As long as it’s not boring, then this video is sure to be a hit!”

Trey groaned, putting his palm to his face, though he didn’t look particularly angry. “The things I do for you…”

“Thanks, Trey-Trey!” Cater went back to the camera, which he had paused so he wouldn’t have to cut out so much of the video. Putting on the timer, he positioned himself in the center of the camera’s view.

“Sorry about that, guys!” He exclaimed when the red light turned on, indicating it was recording. “My camera was cut out! Weird, it never does that..” He added, intending to make it sound like the camera cutting out was part of it. It was a much easier alternative than explaining why he was suddenly in two different spots within a second.

“Let’s try it again! For realsies, this time!” He put dish soap on the object again, blowing on it. He looked at it, waiting. “Nothing’s happening again.”

Just after he said that, the light’s flickered off several times until they were completely shut off, leaving Cater and the room in total darkness. Cater bit his lip. “The lights…? Guys, this is getting kinda freaky!”

He walked over to the light switch, pretending to flick it on. “The lights aren’t turning on! What do I— wait! I know!” He dug out a flashlight from underneath his bed, turning it on from underneath his face, making it appear creepy. “This is better, right?”

He went back to the table, flashing the light on it and gasped in shock, seeing the creation he had made earlier had disappeared. “T-the.. it’s gone! I could’ve sworn I left it here!”

He looked at the camera again, worry written on his features. “This is getting a bit too much for me. Is someone pranking me right now? ‘Cuz this is so NOT COOL,” He said, freezing when he heard a faint voice.

“….sho…heit…”

“Huh? Did you guys hear that? I’m not tripping or anything right?” Cater said, examining the room with his flashlight. “Wait, I think I see something.” He walked closer to the side of his room, this time grabbing the camera for a closer look.

“I AM VIL SCHOENHEIT, RIGHT?” A deep, raspy, and rather unnatural voice yelled out, suddenly, as a white sheet came towards him.

“AHHH!” Cater screeched, before running out the room into a nearby bathroom. He turned the camera towards him. “What was that? That was definitely not normal. I think I’m going to have to camp out here tonight. I’ll keep you guys updated if I’m.. alive tomorrow!” Cater had to resist the urge to laugh at himself. “Bye guys! Don’t forget to like and subscribe! Pray for Cay-Cay! ”

He cut off the camera, letting out a sigh of relief. This had to be one of his longest videos yet. He walked out the bathroom, feeling exhausted and ready to dive into bed so he could sleep for the next ten years.

When he walked back into his room, Trey was already there. The object was back on the table, the lights were on, and there was no cloth on his face anymore.

“Good enough?” Trey asked, seeing Cater enter and send him a thumbs up.

“Yep! I’ll have to prepare a part two, though. You good with that?”

Trey blinked slowly. “Fine..”

“Thanks! Appreciated! This will definitely get me a lot of subscribers!” Cater exclaimed, leaning back into the bed. After a few seconds, he patted next to him. Trey knew what that meant, and half a second later, Trey was lying down next to him.

Cater resisted a giggle and shut his eyes. Logically, he should probably be cleaning the mess he made, but he was way too tired! He’ll just do it in the morning, he thought to himself, as he succumbed to his exhaustion.

[heymacy]

it's weekly tag game wednesday thursday time, pals! i was tagged by @deedala, @darlingian, & @gardenerian to answer some fun new year inspired questions!

Name: macy 🐭

Location: it's a city that's exciting it's a city that's inviting it's a city for a woman just like meeeeeee

Astrological Sign: cancer bb 🦀

What's a TV show or movie you plan to re-watch this year? bottoms is at the top of my rewatch list at the moment. also barbie and the 2005 pride and prejudice (sorry mellie) - both for the vibes and the fact that they're masterpieces

Whats a book or fic you will probably re-read this year? i just re-read red, white, and royal blue like, yesterday lmao. i may also re-read we could be so good by cat sebastian and i'm definitely doing a re-read of pride and prejudice bc i haven't touched that one since high school!

What is a song you will likely continue to play on repeat? we can be anything by baby queen, satanist by boygenius, crème de la crème by evalyn, pink pony club by chappell roan, and wiggy by young miko are at the top of my on repeat at the moment 🎶

What's a tasty treat you look forward to eating more of this year? popcorn! i always forget how much i love it until i have it. i've decided that every time i watch a movie from now on i'm gonna make popcorn. a wee tradition in the making 🍿

What's a time sink that you will continue to sink time into this year? i think my biggest and most continuous time sink is tumblr and i don't see that changing any time soon!

Did you pick up any habits in 2023 that you plan to continue? i started reading a lot more and i want to keep that up! otherwise i think i formed mostly bad habits in 2023, like not listening to my gut and procrastinating on simple tasks. so hopefully that will change!

What's your toxic trait? being a cunt ✌🏻

What is a coping mechanism you will continue to indulge in this year? baths. so many baths. i'm basically part fish at this point

Tell me something you like about how you look! gahhhh um my eyes are pretty? i think? at least that's the only thing people ever really compliment me on so i'm just extrapolating

Give me at least three adjectives describing things you like about yourself. funny, empathetic, good friend (that's an adjective, i said so)

i'm tagging @sleepyfacetoughguy, @vintagelacerosette, @mmmichyyy, @energievie, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @too-schoolforcool, @crossmydna, @heymrspatel, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @whatwouldmickeydo, @gallawitchxx, @howlinchickhowl, @captainjowl, @arrowflier, @creepkinginc, @suzy-queued, @transmickey, @michellemisfit, & @sxltburn 💛

[mrxcreepypastamadness]

???: I know you been waiting for quite a long time now kid.

???: But don't you worry, I perfected everything.

Just to make it special for YOU.

???: I'll see you soon. Things are about to get REALLY INTERESTING NOW.

(Open RP) "Friday Night Funkin': Sugar Rush Madness"

(Just kidding, it's an RP trailer)

(RP paused by IHY Taffyta.)

IHY Taffyta: Hey guys uh...about that, heh heh... well...we screwed up.

There's no denying it we overestimated and um...yeah...

Anyway, I come here with some good news, so who's ready for the new release-

GV: Ha ha ha! This RP will never come out!👍😏

IHY Taffyta: What?

GV: Have you seen the lack of cast of characters and teasers, these losers never get any work done.

IHY Taffyta: Hey first of all what are you doing here and second of all how do you know??

GV: It's almost a year of delay, and the old RP post contains the cast of characters they're supposed to roleplay as, it's never coming out.

IHY Taffyta: Have you been looking at Twitter again? 😑

GV: You mean X?

IHY Taffyta: Twitter, X whatever it is called! Those children are just children of hate of beggars and bandwagoners, don't tell me you actually believe them.

GV: Then where is it huh? We been stalling and take our time for several days, and it's still not out.

IHY Taffyta: You do realize that we're just RPing this for free and for fun right? But there are actual people with lives and schedules to not entirely to Friday Night Funkin RPs?! Those twitter people and beggars don't care about the RP project, they won't even try it themselves, you got alot of nerve on saying this to me.

GV: Yeah but the old RP chapter 1 was never used.

IHY Taffyta: GAHHHH!!! I HAD IT WITH YOU! 😡

*Both IHY Taffyta and GV are fighting each other*

Vanellope?: ENOUGH!

*Both IHY Taffyta and GV looked up to their boss in confusion*

Vanellope?: You two are annoying me...I'll take care of this myself.

Vanellope?: I know you're watching this, little rat.

And I know you been waiting for me.

Vanellope?: But do not fret, cause I'm closer than you think.

We will settle this once and for all...

Vanellope?: LIFE IS JUST A GAME, SO DO YOU WANNA PLAY?

*Evil laughter*

"Friday Night Funkin': Sugar Rush Madness

Backstory:

"In the early 90s a deal was made by a popular rockstar named "Dearest" and a hivemind in the video game market named "Genivive", both had a monopoly on the industry, with Dearest partering with TobiKomi they earned millions of dollars each year.

Until one day, when Dearest had enough money, he betrayed and abused Genivive and sealed her in one of of his many creations in the arcade machine. Genivive remained sealed away on the arcade machine for over 50 years before finding out that not only Dearest had retired, but that he has a family and a daughter.

Genivive learned that DD's son-in-law was really good at singing, Genivive knew that was her chance to take revenge on him for breaking their deal so, Genivive sent herself over to Dearest's house to take away the most important thing to him."

"I'M COMING FOR YOU."

HALLOWEEN 2024

*IHY Taffyta entered the chat*

IHY Taffyta: So, how is that?

GV: Halloween?! Ugh, you gotta be joking me Taffyta!

IHY Taffyta: We should be able to make it this time! We almost have everything done and-

GV: What if you don't?

IHY Taffyta: ...... Hold on give me a second;

(Gonna send in logo twice...)

HALLOWEEN 2024

MAYBE NOVEMBER OR DECEMBER

IHY Taffyta: There, better?

GV: Much better.

[1lymidnight]

Um excuse me ma'am but has anyone told you today that ohmyfuckinggod you're so ridiculously beautiful? Just....yeah. Mind-meltingly so. Keep being amazing and thank you for sharing yourself with us 🫠

this is just so wholesome 🥺🥺 gahhhh thank you!<3

[dalisman127y]

Luna loud x sam sharp scary movie

Luna prepares the snacks and tries to pick a movie

"Hmmm umm" Luna looks thru the assortment of movies.

"lion king? Nah too sad. The little mermaid? Nope. Too...odd."

Lucy materializes behind Luna dressed as the grime reaper.

"GAHHHH" Luna screams.

"Oh sorry, Luna. me and the mortisions club are going to a Halloween party at Boris's place. Wanna join?

"um no thanks. me and sam all ready have plans for a movie night." Luna said continuing to look for a perfect movie.

"oh I have a great idea" Lucy said.

The scene changes into Lucy's room as Lucy looks thru a draw.

"aha!" Lucy said pulling out a DVD cover.

Luna gasps at the cover and Luna reads.

"the tail of the headless horseman?!" Luna exclaims.

"oh yes this is the movie that will do the job." Lucy said with a wicked smile.

A few hours later sam knocks on the door dressed up as a werewolf. Luna opens the door dressed up as a vampire.

"Good evening,my dear." Luna said in her best dracula voice.

"hehe oh,lunes." Sam said hugging her girlfriend.

"so did you pick what movie we're going to see?" Sam asked playing with her wolf ears.

" yes Lucy suggested it, actually."

Luna shows her girlfriend the movie her sister suggested.

"oh wow" sam said.

Luna opens the cover and places the disc in the DVD player.

"heh this won't be scary!" Sam said chuckling nervously.

"yup n-not scary at all." Luna said shaking.

They gulp as they watch as a group of teenagers walk through the scary forest. "My God. What happened here?" The nerdy one of the group asked as the leader squats down to examine tracks.

"NYAHAHAHAHAHAAAA" the headless horseman cackled Sam and Luna gasp as the headless horseman's horse rears up on it's hind legs. Luna and sam wrap around each other.

"hehe how are you holding up,babe?" Luna asked her shaking girlfriend.

"umm I'm okay.." just then the jack-o'-lantern head jump scares the camera making them jump.

"GAHH" they both screamed.

Luna grabs the remote and turns off the movie.

"Holy cow that was scary!" Sam and Luna said in unison.

Sam asked to stay the night with Luna. as Luna and sam cuddled up on the couch they hear the doorknob and they scream.

As the doorknob shakes and rattles Sam and Luna gulp and shake.

The headless horseman bursts open and Luna and sam scream.

"oh sorry, girls didn't mean to scare you" Lincoln said taking off his costume.

"woah! Nice costume, little bro!" Luna said in amazement.

"yeah, Lincoln nice costume."

[too-much-sunshine]

GASPING LOUDLY?? I don’t know why but I think Watchers name is like, Grian?? Or I know why but it doesn’t make sense but it DOES

When Grian told scar his name - scar faltered!! Scar tripped!! And there were no folds or anything!! And even if he said he tripped all the time, this seems like a littleee bit more than coincidence…….

And three pillar scene, Scar said “G-um- Watcher” which is, for the record, kind of a strange slip up to make 🤨🤨🤨🤨

but if watchers name started with a G,,, and watcher went missing……then it would make sense that watchers name was ‘Grian’, because it would explain why scar fell over!

gahhhh this seems like it works kind of but it doesn’t make SENSEEE DJHSKDHSKSBA

!! 👀👀👀 !!

[wench-and-jezebel]

The Musketeers Reaction: The Good Soldier

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Wench Intro: This episode is brought to you by the fact that my work life sucks and I’m drinking one of my finite number of sodas that count as Jezebel-approved Real Snack Food, so we just had to do a react… what a shame :)  We’ll pick up Dark Angel at some point soon, but I took advantage of the lull between Ben and Alec to steal Jezebel’s fandom attentions!  On with the show!

– – – 

GAHHHH! The king is such a child!  He whinesssss so much

So they ARE French!  Where’s the accents 😤 😂😂😂

Ooo jumpscare

Oh, buddy, not a “torn between my old friend and my new ones”  [Friends or "friends"?]  

She’s too nice!  [Anne?]  The queen [… Anne alksdjf]  Oh ☠️☠️  [She pays for it, alas]  Oh nooooooo!  Wait, the queen?  Or the sister?  [asldkfj The queen.  Anne of Austria.]  Hey the Terminator is from there [wtf is this exchange? We're bonkers, I see]

d’Art!  Of all of them to pop up!  It’s always d’Art!

d’Art.  You have.  No right.  To call anyone mad.  adslkfj

“Your endless deceptions… now give me your word”  ‘Cause that means anything

[Poor Constance keeps getting dragged into shit]  I know 😭😭  [Y'all, she ain't dumb]

Are they holding hands?  Buddy… Port is gonna be jealous  [Marsac's wrist is tied to Aramis' and his cloak is hiding the rope]  Oooh

D’ART.  YOU DONT EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE SHES MARRIED!

[Um.]  Well  [*Hand on wrist*  *sigh*  "I've thought of you many times"]  Er… bro.  [Bruh… this scene]

But.  But you just called him that?  Why?  If you don’t-?  *sigh*  [No, stop, that’s not what he said… He said "Your name is held in contempt amongst your old comrades.  You're a coward and a deserter.  For that alone, you're under sentence of death."]  Ohhh  [That's all qualified by the "amongst your old comrades"]

“Friends”

Poor d’Art

Athos got some dead eyes! I’d be so scared to cross him

[Marsac favors Tom Hiddleston btw]  Ye I see it

Ooooof

Wottttt?!??  PLOT TWIST

OOOOP!  He ded  [He ded]

Fuck that! Rats

[Cardinal, stop posturing; it always goes badly]  Exactly  [I know this version of you is true neutral so you really don't have to do the whole villain monologue thing]  😂😂

He favors Izzy so much I can’t even

[Dude, the fics I could write in jail with no responsibilities]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ MAAM DON'T GET ANY IDEAS

[I adore Athos' and Porthos' loyalty to Treville]

Buddys temper is extremely short  [‘Tis true!  And d'Artagnan is not holding back!]

Gonna be beaten by a child  [He didn't, but only because he cheated and grabbed the sword to throw it away alskdjflaskdfj]

WHAT A CHILD SWEET LORD

Oooo!  Not mad at the longer hair!

WOMAN  [MA’AM]  You don’t know what you want, sweet lord!  [YOU ARE MARRIED]  “Married”...  Lots of quotations this episode

“You’ll be out on your ears” Like you was supposed to be this time

Womennnnn

Which… would be pretty good protection, what do you mean?

[I love this scene btw]

Athos is like… Wot now?  [Dumbass legit picked the best swordsman in the Musketeers laksdfjalskdfjaldskfj  Like.  Buddy… Ya ain't winning]  😂😂😂😂  [“Athos is the best swordsman in the regiment”  See?  I wasn’t exaggerating.]  😂😂😂

Athos is like… Aight, easy

[Buddy pissedddddd]

[It is a veryyyy good thing they picked Athos, for real… Man's about the only one of them not gonna be hot-headed and screw it up.  He'll sit there, stare the dude down with a glare that could cut, and still give the apology, but he *will* actually give the apology]  😂😂😂 but then he gets basically called hot headed anyway and has to apologize… Like, sorry I won?

Oooooop!  OOOOOOP THE SCAR

[I love Athos’ passive aggression]  YESSSS  ["What motive could a Musketeer possibly have to want to kill the Duke of Savoy?"  *cough cough* I KNOW WHAT YOU DID]

– – – 

Jezebel: 🙂 Flirt Ep! 🙂

Wench: Indeeddddd

Jezebel: Buddy shoulda kept the locks 😮‍💨💕😂

Wench: asdlkfj Then you’ll love season 3; I think they all have longer hair

Jezebel: 💕💕💕💕  But also ack!  As much as he has been my favorite, I hatteeeeee the old friend loyalty storylines.  But like. Can one of them have a happy backstory episode orrrr? 🥺🥺 or is it like a requirement for the musketeers ☠️

Wench: Uh... d'Art was good up until his dad?

Jezebel: Exactly ☠️☠️☠️ He was probably doing his interview telling his life and they were like “ehhhh we don’t think you’re the right fi—” and then he goes “…and then my dad is as murdered.”  and they’re like “oh, you’re in”

Wench: Also technically Aramis had the backstory AFTER he joined.  He didn't have trauma pre-regiment that I know of

Jezebel: Ahhh I see 🙂  But alas idk if I trust the friend or not.  And I’m leaning more toward not.  And now 🙂 the sword fight! 🙂

Wench: I love that fucking swordfight

Jezebel: Again!  Man has DEAD eyes!  I would not want to fuck with him!!

Wench: akdsljf Don’t be rude

Jezebel: Shush! I don’t mean it to be rude! He just has a constant look of I give zero fucks

Wench: But that two-handed twist thing in the middle of the fight?  I'm not at all sure it's historically accurate (and probably isn't) but I love it regardless.  You know the bit I mean?

Jezebel: Yes! 😂😂😂 and SAME!

Wench: Aight... ready?

Jezebel: Yup!

– – – 

[Aramis, how have you not gathered that Athos is gonna be loyal alksdfj  I thought y'all knew each other really well alskdfj]  Not gonna lie I’m kinda annoyed Flirts so quick to drop his loyalty  [Oop!  Scandal!  :))))]  Shush lol

[Also, Port in the rain again]

Oooop… Maybe they should be losing loyalty

[Oof, the soundtrack HELLA Doctor Who rn]

Oooooooh hell no  [Bruh they said she's married]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [Not that that’s stopping d'Art but still]  I really hope Flirt doesn’t defend this.. What a TURD! Ew! 😤😤😤

Lady, you stop that look

Poor d’Art ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ He was getting excited  [I love her though]  But yes I do too!!  The little giggle was adorable!  [:)))]

Ooooop

Well shit

Damn I felt the anger behind that punch irl 

Booooooo, Flirt, his- Welp.  Saw that punch coming.

["I need a drink"  We know, Athos, we know]

Ooooop she gonna get ded

[I love their cloaks 😭]  Yesssss! 

“It’s absolutely pointles- Do as he says”  And that doesn’t scream red flag  [He recognized d’Art]  No, I know laksdfj  I’m saying the duke is dumb

“How awkward”  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

The loook ☠️☠️☠️☠️ cardinal being sassy

Well now look at that, Flirt… You done fucked up!  [Not the kind of bedroom bondage he expected?  :)]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [I’m hilarious]

THERES SO MANY GUNS IN FACES

OHHHHH!  PLOT TWISTSSSSSS!  [Yup!  Not Treville's fault after all!!!]

FLIRT you are flip flopping so hard

Oooop more trauma *sigh*

His queen gift! 🙂  [Something something past lover vs present]

Now Flirt’s in the rain

– – – 

Jezebel: 😤😤 I don’t like the friend at all but I don’t fully hate him either! I get why he was doing what he was doing. But it was still wrong. And the captain wasn’t truly guilty. But Flirt you upset me in this one!  For shame! They are always blinded by the urge to be loyal to the friend.  And there wasn’t much Flort interactions 🥺🥺

Wench: My condolences asdkfj  If it's any consolation, there was relatively little Athos too.  We both suffered

Jezebel: I also felt bad for Athos because he held on to his loyalty for so long then in the end he looked so disappointed that maybe it was in vain.  Meanwhile, d’Art. 😮‍💨 buddy either a) doesn’t like conflict or b) doesn’t like change. Cause he refused to believe the captain was capable of this with like… NOTHING.., to back it up.  At least the others had worked under him for a while

Wench: Yeah… d'Art is just a bit naive and idealistic.  So he believes in the good of people without much basis.  He's also hot-headed, which seems contradictory sometimes, but it's not… He makes up his mind quickly and then refuses to change it unless confronted with a serious reason.  So, he's convinced Athos killed his dad; damn but he's gonna have to fight a duel, even against three Musketeers and not just one.  He's come to know Treville as a good guy?  He wouldn't betray the Musketeers.  Etc

Jezebel: Yeah I see what you mean 🙂  Also I loved the dutchess!!!

Wench: Yessss

Jezebel: Do they ever talk about her being a spy again?

Wench: I don't think so aslkdfj

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  What about Cluzet?

Wench: Nope

Jezebel: Sheeesh loose threads!  I’m still salty I didn’t get more Flort 🥺🥺 😂😂  I mean, I didn’t get much Port at all!  He was just kinda there… For shame!

Wench: Let him recover from last episode.  Oof- and prep for the next

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️ recover from whatever they walked off t- wait, next episode?  Is it bad?

Wench: Yes.  I have to stay up and do some more work.. wanna do another?  np if not

Jezebel: I’m 👀👀 hmmmmm…. Yes.  I do

Wench: Aight :)