#I am allergic to the most random shit!

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

I’m not gonna lie, I’m the type of person to sound like I’m literally dying over the most minor and mundane stuff.

*starts wheezing and coughing like a 70yr old smoker and sounding like a kazoo after laughing too hard*

“*wheeze* I’m *WHEEZE* fine *WHEEZE* I need my meds I’ll be *WHEEZE* fine.” (Actually I am not fine I just don’t like worrying people. But if I didn’t have my meds near me I’d be freaking the fuck out actually.)

*gets a bit too cold because I didn’t anticipate the weather changing so quickly.*

“oh. My hands are super cold and my arms and legs and I’m super itchy now. *looks diseased and about to die of chicken pox or something worse* guys I’m f-f-fine I just need to warm up and I-I-it will go away.”

*goes outside when there’s a high pollen count, or smoke or air pollutants of some kind*

“achanooie, I’m fine guys I’m just having allergies. *eyes literally go red and puffy and is dribbling snot out my nose.* I’m fine :)”

*randomly touches something or brushes against something.*

“Oh shit. What was it this time? *a small or big amount of hives starting to form* I must have touched something on the table I’m allergic to I gotta go wash my arm I’ll be back. *disappears to the back rooms and comes back* well idk what it was but I’m not touching anything else.”

life with chronic illness is fun.. yay

[terapsina]

The Wheel of Time character types:

The Dumb Puppy - aka - Serial Imprinter - aka - Won't Get A Single Break From Now Until the Final Heat Death of the Universe... Or After.

Tiny and Angry - aka - The Sleeping Berserk Button - aka - The One They're Not Gonna See Coming Until She Rips Out All Their Throats.

'If my middle name wasn't Spite it would be Fuck You' - aka - The Duck Mother to the Very Dumb Baby Ducks - aka - Will Spend at Least an Episode a Season Inside a Tragic Romance B-Plot - aka - Had The Braincell, Temper Made Her Lose It (she contains multitudes).

The Violent Sunshine Character - aka - Would Sucker Punch a God for a Homie She Met Two Hours Ago.

If Evil, Why Hot?

The word 'Nap' isn't in her vocabulary but it should be - aka - Can't Have 'One Nice Thing' for More Than Two and a Half Minutes - aka - Allergic to Feelings.

'There's a big sign that says Don't Touch The Red Button... I'm gonna touch the Red Button.' - aka - Who is This... Self Esteem You Speak Of? Never Heard of Them.

Voted Most Likely to be Adopted by a Hundred Random Strangers - aka - The Wolves Would Like Him to Get the Braincell but it Fell on the Ground and the Ground is Lava.

Doesn't Get Paid Enough for this Shit - aka - Clinging to the Last Braincell With the Tips of His Fingernails - aka - 'I can't believe I of all people am willing to have a single goddamn conversation here.'

'Fine I'll Do the Babysitting But You Owe Me So Much Booze' - aka - The Aunt That Once Forgot You In the Mall - aka - The Aunt That Gave You All the Safe Sex Tips and Traumatized You For Life - aka - The Aunt That Would Absolutely Bury a Body No Questions Asked.

[cl0udy-wolf]

Random Mortal Kombat 1 Headcanons!

tw: n/a :]

Kung Lao listens to Bad Bunny.

Johnny sat everyone down one evening (everyone being Kung Lao, Raiden, Kenshi and maybe Kitana, Mileena, and Liu Kang if they were avaliable) to show them his favorite media (mostly movies).

Raiden thinks the Twilight Saga is one of the best romance movies to ever be filmed.

Kitana really likes spicy food.

Liu Kang kicks in his sleep.

Speaking of sleep, Liu Kang rarely sleeps- he rarely needs to, as a god. He simply won't, but eventually he'll take a nap and end up falling asleep for a few days or so. He's a light sleeper, though.

Kenshi loves cats, but he's allergic to them.

This one might be a little far-off but I think the idea of Raiden and Kitana having little sleepovers is silly. I think Kitana would experiment new makeup looks on him.

Kung Lao is a good cook but he's too lazy to cook every day.

Sindel and Liu Kang would talk shit about some of the people they were forced to work with.

"Empress...we shouldn't be talking about this-"

"But I'm not wrong, am I? They are insolent, idiotic fools."

"...you're correct..."

And they would both laugh afterword.

Raiden cannot drive so for the love of everything holy do not ask that man to drive

Johnny hosts large gatherings at his home, for holidays, celebrations, or just random events.

Johnny owns most of his media physically as opposed to digitally.

Syzoth enjoys Halloween and all the spooky decorations.

[lovegalor333]

fresh start

part eight (chapter 22-24) previous part • next part

word count: 6.8k

content warnings: mentions of su*cide homophobia self-h*rm

Lily

Kelsey, Kayla and I had met for lunch and were sat together in the cafeteria waiting for Paige and the girls to finish their workout.

"How many follow requests do you have now?" Kelsey asks peering over my shoulder as I scroll on my phone.

"I think it's at like twelve thousand." I say as I navigate to Instagram to check, "Twelve thousand, one hundred and sixty three." I confirm.

Paige tagged me in a story for the first time this morning and after the pictures and videos of us after the game came out, of course people have been curious as to who I am. I have a private page so all people can see is my profile picture and that induces enough anxiety I know I'm not ready for them to see my whole feed just yet.

"You're going to be famous! Have you seen the TikTok edits?" My roommate asks, practically bouncing in her seat.

"Yes, but have you seen the comments?" My stomach flips at the memory of last night.

I stayed off of social media for as long as possible after the game just to avoid the initial reaction to Paige and me but as soon as I went on TikTok, I was inundated. Despite everyone telling me to not open the comments, I did and I couldn't stop scrolling once I started.

Of course there were nice comments too but the ones that stood out, the ones that have stayed in my head have been the nasty ones. A lot of people have enjoyed telling me how ugly and disgusting I am, how I don't deserve Paige and how she could do so much better.

"Girl, you have to ignore those. They're coming from literal children that are jealous. Do you know how much hate I got when I first started hanging out with the team?" Kayla chimes in.

"Does it get any better?" I half laugh, half huff hoping her answer is yes.

"Once they realise you're not going anywhere, it'll ease up. It's part and parcel of WAG life unfortunately, someones always going to want to be you." Kayla says and I'd be lying if I said the haters weren't planting seeds of doubt in my mind about whether I'm strong enough for this.

"I couldn't workout multiple times a day! I don't know how they do it." Kelsey lightens the mood as she nibbles on her cookie.

"Me either." I agree and gulped down the remainder of my water hoping it would ease the sudden headache that I had.

I got up to refill my bottle and was hit with a random wave of intense dizziness. If it wasn't 1PM on a Tuesday you'd think I was drunk.

"Your neck is kinda red Lils." Kayla says pointing towards my neck as I joined her and Kelsey again.

My hand instinctively goes to my neck and its warm to the touch and slightly itchy and that's when I realise what's happening.

"Shit!" I exclaim grabbing the empty salad box from the table in front of me and I scan the ingredients list frantically.

"What's happening?" Kayla asks leaning towards me.

"I think I'm having an allergic reaction. Actually...I know I'm having an allergic reaction." I breath out in jagged breaths as I start to panic but also because I was most likely going into anaphylaxis.

"Holy fuck!" Kelsey exclaims, standing up, "Where's your EpiPen?"

"In my bag." I tell her and I suddenly feel extremely sick and as if I'm about to faint.

My body temperature is rising and I feel disoriented and confused.

Kelsey hands me my EpiPen and I administer it they way I was taught. Removing the blue safety cap and quickly jabbing it into to my thigh, but my lightheadedness only increases and I know for sure I'm about to faint.

Paige

The doors to the gym swing open and smack into the wall causing us to all turn and see who had made such a loud entrance.

"Kelsey?" I say confused as Lilys best friend hurries in the gym, "I know I said I'd meet y'all and one o'clock but I'm not that late." I laugh glancing at the time and seeing it's only ten past the hour.

Kelsey shakes her head as she reaches me breathless, "It's not that. It's Lily, we had to call 911."

It feels as though I've been hit by a truck, my knees go weak and almost buckle beneath me and I felt vomit rise in my throat.

"What?!" I exclaim, scrambling to grab my phone from the floor to check if I'd missed anything, "What happened?"

"She had a reaction. We think she ate something containing nuts, the ambulance is on the way." Kelsey explains and I look towards my teammates almost as though I was stuck in place, unable to move.

"Go!" Nika urges throwing me the t-shirt she had over her shoulder because I was dressed in just a sports bra and shorts after our workout.

I catch the shirt and hurry after Kelsey out of the gym.

"Text me!" Azzi calls after me and I don't have time to reply, I'm just focused on getting to Lily as quickly as possible.

The usual quick walk from the gym to the cafeteria felt like it took hours even when I was running. I finally see the ambulance as Kelsey and I rounded the corner and the sight of the vehicle calmed me slightly knowing Lily was in safe hands.

"Lily?" I called out as we jogged into the cafeteria, although I don't know why, I didn't expect her to respond. From what Kelsey had said, she was in a bad way.

"Oh my god, Lily." When I see her, she's already laid on a stretcher, an oxygen mask secured over her mouth and nose, her is sleeve rolled up and there's an IV connected to her arm.

Her eyes are in an inbetween state of half opened and half closed, she looks as though she's just falling asleep or waking up.

"Is someone coming in the ambulance?" The paramedic asks looking at all of us around Lily.

"Me." I say on impulse.

"I'll follow in my car." Kayla says gathering her belongings.

I follow behind the paramedics wheeling Lily to the ambulance and pull the shirt Nika gave me over my head.

"Is she going to be OK?" I timidly ask the paramedics as they load Lily into the ambulance.

"She administered the adrenaline quickly so she'll be fine. With anaphylaxis, there can be a biphasic response, a secondary reaction, so it's best to be at the hospital in case that happens."

"Paige..." I hear Lilys low, muffled voice call out my name.

"Hey, I'm here." I say tenderly reaching for her hand as the ambulance begins to drive.

Her eyes are still heavy and hooded and if I didn't know better, I'd think she was drunk or high. She tries to pull down her oxygen mask, "Keep that on pretty girl, it's helping you." I say moving her hand away.

The journey to the hospital was quick and mostly silent apart from my words of encouragement to my girlfriend. Her eyes would flicker open every now and then and she'd squeeze my hand, communicating without words.

We were put in a room as soon as we arrived and multiple doctors and nurses bustled in and out tending to Lily.

I listen intently to each thing they said. Lily was being treated with more adrenaline, oxygen and fluids intravenously. She would make a full recovery.

"We'd like to keep you here for a few hours, Miss Kent. Just to monitor your condition and ensure there isn't a secondary reaction. Your blood pressure is increasing so you should start to feel normal again soon." The nurse says to Lily before excusing herself, leaving us alone.

"How are you feeling?" I ask walking over to Lilys bedside.

She pulls down the oxygen mask and I let her this time, "Better." She says, her voice weak and childlike.

"Good because you had me scared me for a second." I say smoothing down her hair.

"I was scared too." She tells me and she begins to silently cry, tears running down her face. "I've always had a pretty good handle on my allergy, this made me feel so...out of control."

"Oh Lily," I say wiping her tears as they fall, "accidents happen baby. You handled it exactly the way you should have. I'm proud of you." I tell her wrapping her in a hug as best I could while she was laid down and I was stood over her.

"I'm usually so careful with checking ingredients but I must have missed something." She continues and pushes herself up slightly so she's sitting.

"I know, but you're OK Lily," I reassure her, my hand cupping her cheek, "you can't blame yourself, things get missed sometimes and we can't help that, we just have to deal with it and you did."

"I don't even remember what happened clearly. I just remember my head hurting so bad and then all of a sudden I was on a stretcher with this mask on and you were there, with no shirt on." She weakly jokes raising her brows cheekily, "I think that's what brought me back to life."

I laugh, "Still got a sense of humour, I see. I worked hard on these abs, glad to know they're saving lives."

"Maybe if you flash them again, we'll get out of here quicker."

"Or maybe you're blood pressure will raise too much and we'll be here all night, so relax please."

Lily was discharged from hospital four hours later, with two new EpiPens and antihistamines that she needed to take for the next few days.

Kayla drove us all back to campus and dropped me off with Lily and Kelsey at their apartment.

"Thank you, K." Lily says as we climb out of the car.

"No worries, Lil. Get some rest." Kayla replies and waves us goodbye.

"I don't think I can even make it to the apartment, my legs feel like jello." Lily says holding onto my arm in support.

"I don't don't spend hours in the gym for nothing." I say crouching down in front of her so I could give her a piggyback ride, "Hop on."

Lily climbs on my back and I carry her into the apartment block and into the elevator. We follow Kelsey through the front door and I lower Lily onto her bed.

"What would I do without you?" She says reaching out for me.

"Don't even think about that, you've got me." I say and we lay side by side on her bed in comfortable silence.

"So how about seeing those abs." Lily says after a while, her hand trailing up under my shirt and I laugh.

"Anything for you."

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Lily

I was finally starting to feel better after my allergic reaction a few days ago and just starting to get back to normal again after taking time off work and away from classes to recover.

I've always been extremely careful with my allergy, taking extra care when I eat out to make sure everything is safe and up until now I've managed to never have such a severe reaction so in a way I felt like I have failed. I couldn't keep myself safe. I couldn't do the one thing that really matters and it scared me. What if it happens again? And even worse, what if I'm alone when it happens? I was lucky to have my friends by my side this time. I was used to being in control and being so out of control wasn't something I wanted to experience again.

I force myself to stop thinking so negatively because that never ends well and I walk out of my bedroom and into our living room. All my roommates were out so I was home alone, not that I minded much.

Every surface was home to a beautiful bunch of flowers, gifted to me by my friends, people I worked with and of course Paige. Paiges bouquet was the most extravagant and took pride of place in the centre of our dining table. I smiled as I passed the full vases feeling very thankful for my friends and girlfriend.

I had held off calling home and telling my parents about my hospital visit because I knew it would turn into a lecture of some kind but Thanksgiving was coming up and I needed to know our plans because I'd be going back to Boston for a few days.

I settled myself into the couch, pulling a fluffy blanket over the bottom half of my body and pressed call on my moms contact. The dialling tone rang and rang and rang until I was eventually met with her answering machine. I decided to try my dad and I just as I thought he wasn't going to pick up either, at the last second he did.

"Hello, Lily." My dads voice spoke stern and serious as always through my phone.

"Hi, Dad. I tried to call Mom but I got her voicemail. Is everything OK? I wanted to talk to you both." I say.

"Your mother is here with me now."

Weird.

"Oh, why didn't she pick up?" I ask confused. If my mom wasn't busy then why had she avoided my call?

I hear my moms muffled voice through the phone but I can't quite make out what she is saying but her tone didn't sound happy.

"Dad?"

"Lily, listen. You're mother has been seeing stuff online. About you. You...and a girl. Another girl."

My entire body freezes as my dad speaks and I feel my heart rate spike.

Why did this sound like a problem?

"Right..." I say wanting my dad to continue with whatever point he was trying to make.

"You said you wanted to leave Boston for a fresh start and it seems nothing has changed." My dads words hit like knives.

"I-I left for a fresh start because I tried to kill myself. I didn't come to Connecticut for conversion therapy. I came to move on from everything that happened." I croak out as my mouth has completely dried up and it feels as though my throat is closing.

My mom continues to speak but I still can't make out her words, "You speak to her then, Jackie." My dad says as I hear my mom huff and the phone being passed over.

"If you left to move on then why are you still living the same way? With this- this Paige girl! And so publicly! It's like you want the entire world to know. The entire world does know! It's all anyone asks me about. It makes me sick." My mom shouted at me to the point of breathlessness.

I felt blindsided. I was so confused. My parents had been fine with me and my ex, they were happy for me to come to Connecticut.

"I don't understand where this has come from. You had no problem with me and Mia-"

"We didn't know about you and Mia until it was over and Mia...she's turned her life around. We thought you would have too." My mom continues her rant and all my emotions begin to blend into one, there are tears streaming down my face but I've never been angrier.

"What do you mean 'turned her life around'?" I ask although I know exactly what she meant.

"She's fixed. Whatever you had with her was just a phase and rightly so! She has a handsome boyfriend now and is very happy." My mom solidifies my assumptions and I feel sick to my stomach.

"And I'm very happy with my beautiful girlfriend." I say trying to steady my voice to not make it obvious that I was crying.

My mom lets out a ridiculous child-like cry as if I'd just died.

"Lily that's enough. You're making your mom upset." My dads voice comes through the phone again and I laugh in irony.

"I was calling about Thanksgiving plans and to tell you guys I had a bad reaction and was in the hospital." I spit, anger laced in my words.

"She's not coming back here for Thanksgiving. Everyone knows!" My moms voice rings out clear and unforgiving.

"Jackie-" My dad begins to reason but I end the call before I hear anything more.

I didn't need to hear anything more.

I sit lifeless on the couch just staring ahead so many thoughts and feelings swirling around inside of me but simultaneously feeling completely numb and void of emotion.

What had just happened?

I moved robotically back to my room, my phone still clutched in my hands as if I was waiting for my dad to call me back and apologise for what had been said but I knew all too well that that wouldn't happen. I knew my parents too well. I was stupid to believe they were OK with who I was in the first place but did they really think that coming to Connecticut would somehow change who I loved?

I stood in my bedroom contemplating what to do. That phone call had changed everything. My mom had made it clear that I wasn't welcome at home. Home. Could I even call it that anymore? Just as things were beginning to plateau, just as I was starting to genuinely feel happy again, it felt like someone was playing a sick joke on me.

I felt the overwhelming urge to cope with this in the only way I knew how to cope with anything that hurt me mentally and that was to feel it physically.

Paiges words from weeks ago played on repeat in my head as I searched my room for something to hurt myself with.

"If you ever, ever get the urge to hurt yourself again, please come to me first. You're not alone anymore, I promise you."

I began to get frustrated as my frantic search was proving pointless. I had purposely not brought anything to Connecticut that I could use because I was determined to stay clean and not relapse but that felt like an impossible task right now.

I moved my search to the kitchen, I knew there'd be something there.

"If you ever, ever get the urge to hurt yourself again, please come to me first. You're not alone anymore, I promise you."

I opened random drawers as if I hadn't lived in the apartment for months and knew exactly where everything was but my head was a mess and I couldn't think straight.

I finally found the drawer I'd set out to find, filled with utensils.

"If you ever, ever get the urge to hurt yourself again, please come to me first. You're not alone anymore, I promise you."

My vision was significantly blurred by tears now, I blinked rapidly to clear the haze and reached into the drawer. My hand shook as I picked up the small but sharp knife.

"If you ever, ever get the urge to hurt yourself again, please come to me first. You're not alone anymore, I promise you."

I knew deep down this wasn't the right thing to do. This isn't what I wanted to do, but when you're so used to doing something and so used to it being a release, it becomes addictive. A habit that becomes unbreakable.

"If you ever, ever get the urge to hurt yourself again, please come to me first. You're not alone anymore, I promise you."

I wanted to drop the knife and call Paige and ask her to come here right now and just hold me and tell me everything would be OK but my hands wouldn't release there grip and my brain was telling me Paige had better things to do.

Paige

I had almost finished studying for the evening, my eyes were tired from focusing on a screen for so long and my body ached from today's workout but I continued typing. My phone was switched to Do Not Disturb but as it rang from its place on my nightstand, I knew it was Lily because she was the only contact that could override my settings.

"Hi, pretty girl." I say and smile knowing that hearing Lilys voice would quickly diffuse any negative feeling that had built up during the day.

"Paige," Lilys voice came out hoarse and strained and my smile immediately faded, "can you come to mine...please?" She asks.

"Yes. I'm on my way." I say without a second thought, leaving my laptop open, music playing and just grabbing my keys.

"Thank you." Lily replies so quietly that I can just about make it out over the sound of my own rushed footsteps.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I leave my apartment and rush down the stairs to my car. I could tell by Lilys voice alone that something was wrong and every second of silence intensified my concern.

"Lily?" I question when she doesn't reply.

"I-I just need you." She says, her voice breaking in the process.

"OK, I'm coming baby. I'm in my car. Stay on the phone." I say as I start the engine and begin the short drive to Lilys apartment.

I try to ask questions that could at least hint at what was wrong but Lilys responses were short and didn't tell me much. I could just tell that she'd been crying or was currently crying and I stepped on the gas to get to her as quickly as possible.

"I'm outside Lily, let me in." I say once I reach the door of her apartment building. I hear her footsteps shuffle along the floor before the familiar buzz of the door being unlatched.

I take the stairs two at a time, any aches from today's workout long forgotten and once I reach Lilys floor and see she's stood in her open doorway, only then do I end the call.

I was right, Lily had been crying, her eyes were red and swollen and her cheeks were stained with tears, "What happened?" I ask, concern laced in my voice as I approach her, my arms instinctively wrapping around my girlfriend, holding her close.

Lily steps back still in my arms until we're stood in her living room and the door closes behind us.

"Lily, I'm worried."

"I-I don't know how to say it." Her voice is muffled against my chest.

"You can tell me anything." I say pulling away so I can look in her eyes as I reassure her, "You know that right? You can tell my anything."

She nods, "I thought I was doing well. I was doing well." Tears immediately fell as she began to speak.

"What happened?" I'm aware I sound like a broken record but I need to know what happened to get Lily in this state.

"I spoke to my parents. I was going to tell them about my reaction and see what our plans were for Thanksgiving but before I could do any of that...they- they attacked me over the phone. They've seen pictures of us online. They thought me being gay was a phase. They thought coming here would 'fix' me. Apparently my ex is 'fixed' and has a boyfriend now and I'm not welcome at Thanksgiving. I make them sick." She rambles out inbetween choked sobs.

At some point during that, we'd made our way to the couch and I sat beside Lily, her hand clutched in mine.

"Lily...what the fuck. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this." I say wiping her tears as they slip down her face.

"I didn't know what to do Paige. I was thinking everything and nothing all at once. I couldn't process anything, I still can't. I-" She cuts herself off, unlinking her hand from mine and holding her head in her hands.

"You what Lily? What did you do?" I ask scooting to the edge of the couch, trying to get her to look at me again.

"I know you said to call you. To come to you but I couldn't think straight my head was a mess."

She doesn't have to say anymore for me to understand what she's getting at.

"Did you hurt yourself?" I ask tentatively.

Keeping her head in her hands, she just nods.

"Oh Lily." I say and wrap my arm around her shoulders pulling her close to me again. I press my lips to her head in comfort as she cries into my chest.

"I need you to show me baby."

"No. No way." Lily says and jumps away from me as if I'd just given her an electric shock.

"I need to make sure you're OK. I need to check incase you need to go to the ER." I say softly reaching out for her again.

It takes some persuading but Lily finally allows me to check her arm. I wince at the sight but don't make it obvious to her. I use the apartments First Aid box to clean and bandage the wound.

"There you go." I say once I'm done and Lily quickly rolls down her sleeve. Her eyes didn't once leave the wall directly in front of her and her movements were robotic.

"I'm sorry." Lily says as I return to her side after putting the First Aid box away.

"For what pretty girl?"

"For all of this mess. I'm a mess and you have to deal with it. I'm sorry for that." She says and I swear I hear my heart break.

"Never apologise to me, Lily. I love you and I'd do anything for you. You mean everything to me and I just want you to be OK."

"I don't think I'll ever be OK, Paige. Every time I try, I think I'm doing good then something happens and ruins it."

"Nothings ruined Lily. You're trying, you try everyday and I'm so proud of you. This is just a lapse and they happen and it's OK. We dust ourselves off and try again. Self-harm is an addiction and it's not easy to overcome but you're not alone. I'm glad you called me. I'm glad I'm here with you now. We can get through this together." I tell her now looking directly into her eyes, one hand stroking her face.

"I love you so much." She says leaning into me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"I love you." I reply wrapping my arms around her too.

I take Lily to bed not long after and she lays her head on my chest and I stroke her hair rhythmically.

"I think that's it with my parents." She says after a prolonged silence.

"For real?" I ask, wanting Lily to talk more and not wanting to put words in her mouth.

"Yeah. If they can't accept me for who I am, I won't change myself to make them happy and I won't live a lie. Coming here and meeting you has been the best thing that's happened to me in a long time and I won't let nothing or nobody ruin that." She says.

"I really am sorry, Lily. I'm sorry your parents said all those things. You deserve so much more. I'll give you what you deserve. I'll give you the world."

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Paige

The season was in full swing and it would be and understatement to say I was feeling it. After just two games, one win, one loss, I was exhausted. I worked ridiculously hard over the summer to make sure I was fully recovered to ensure I had an injury free season. What I had failed to realise is that my body forgot what it was like to be playing for almost forty minutes straight but I was living my dream, getting to play basketball at this level has been something I've strived for my whole life so I'll never complain.

We were playing Maryland today at Gampel and the team was due to meet at the venue in thirty minutes so I was picking up Lily an afternoon coffee and would drop it off to her before I had to go and warm up.

She had had a difficult few days, between the allergic reaction, horrible phone call with her parents and relapsing, I'm surprised the girl was even able to go into work today. She was strong and I admired her for it. I just wish she would open up to me more and let me be there for her in the way I want to be. I felt inexperienced in this relationship, I've never had someone close to me suffer with their mental health like Lily does so I've been talking to my friends and reading article after article so I know the right thing to do.

The common consensus is to just keep making it abundantly clear that I'm there for Lily whenever she needs me and I already do that and will continue to.

The line in the cafè wasn't long so it didn't take me long to order and recieve Lily's usual - an iced soy milk latte - and be on my way to her office.

I knocked lightly on the door, "Come in." Lilys voice came from the otherside soft and light, a huge difference to what it has been like in recent days.

I peep my head around ther door and see Lily is alone in the room, "Hi, pretty girl." I say and walk inside and her facial expression changing from one of deep concentration to a soft, sweet smile. "Hi, P." She says getting up from her seat and greeting me with a hug.

She had her glasses on and I got lost in her appearance for second. Lily rarely wore her glasses, she only needed them when she was working at a computer so she looked different but I wasn't complaining.

"I brought you coffee." I say presenting her the drink and her smile grows, "Thank you, it's definitely needed." She says taking a sip immediately and moaning at the taste, my cheeks flush at the sound but Lily's oblivious to her effect.

"I don't know how you're drinking an iced drink in the middle of November." I shake my head as lean against Lilys desk.

"Iced coffee is superior, whatever the climate." She says matter of factly and I can only smile at her little quirk.

"How are you feeling today?" I ask more seriously.

Lily nods, "I'm OK. Been better." She says.

"And you'll get there again." I tell her reaching out to take her hand and pull her closer to me.

"I know. Just weird I'm an orphan now." She tries to joke but her eyes tell a different story.

"Your parents might come round. You're their daughter above everything, I'm sure they love you. They won't want to lose you."

"Maybe," She sighs, "but I won't ever put myself around people that can't accept me for who I am and on top of that, abuse me for it. Until they apologise and are able to just support me, I don't want to see them."

"I understand. You have to put yourself first and I'll be right by your side." I reiterate what I've been telling Lily from the beginning, she's not alone.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you." She says leaning into me and I take this as my chance to wrap my arms around her and hold her close, taking in her signature floral scent.

"You deserve everything good in life Lily and if I can contribute to that, I'm happy." I say to my girlfriend.

"You better contribute to the win today. I wanna see nothing but threes." She smiles up at me, lightening the conversation.

"You ask and you shall receive." I say moving my hands to her waist and turning us in one swift movement so Lily's body is now pressed between mine and the desk behind her.

"You know," I say moving back slightly letting my eyes trail down her frame, "you look good at this desk and with these glasses on. Very professional."

"Yeah?" She smirks, her hand reaching out for the chain she bought me around my neck.

"Uh huh. Shame you're not wearing one of those little skirts you have." My hand grazes her thigh over her trousers.

"A terrible shame." She agrees, shaking her head.

"You know for next time." I tuck her hair behind her ear and press a quick kiss to her lips.

"I should get to warm ups." I say pulling away realising the time.

"Ugh P," She huffs, "you really know how to get me flustered and then just leave." She pouts, her cheeks visibly rosy.

"Just imagine how boring life would be without me." I smile and blow her a kiss from the doorway before leaving.

Lily

Watching Paige play basketball was quickly becoming my favourite thing to do. Even though I was technically working, I was enjoying getting to watch my girlfriend pace up and down the court, shooting the ball into the basket and making blocks that didn't seem possible until she executed them perfectly leaving not only me, but the entire crowd in awe.

I couldn't help myself from jumping to my feet and cheering each time the team increased their lead.

"How are these questions for post game?" Marcus asks me during halftime, angling his laptop towards me.

I skim over the typed out questions and nod my head encouragingly, "They're great! You always have the perfect mix of basketball and personal questions that get the girls talking." I compliment.

"Thank you, Lils. I try and make it as relaxed as possible."

"This is perfect to end on." I say pointing to one question in particular.

'With Thanksgiving break approaching, what's something you're thankful for?'

"The next newsletter going out is Thanksgiving themed so I thought it was a good fit." Marcus says just as the girl filter back onto the court for the next quater.

As I took pictures and videos of the third quater, I thought of Marcus' question and what Paiges answer would be. She was almost always picked to do media and with the game she was having I knew it would be a no brainer.

Knowing Paige, I was certain she would mention her family, the team and God. Paige showed immense gratitude everyday in everything she said and did and she was humble when most people in her position would be the exact opposite.

My suspicions were verified post game when it came to Paiges answer however I was also left in a state of shock when she said something I could have never guessed.

"With Thanksgiving break approaching, what's something you're thankful for?" Marcus asked as I stood next to him, my phone in my hand, recording just the audio as that's all that was required.

"The same as every year, I'm immensely thankful for my family and friends - everyone around me that pushes me to be the best version of myself. I'm thankful for my team, that I get to play with some of the best people everyday and we get to live out our dreams together. I'm especially thankful for my health this year, I'll never take that for granted again and none of that would be possible without my belief in God and his belief in me." Paige pauses and glances in my direction and I'm smiling not only at her perfectly articulated answer but because of how well I know her. "And to wrap it up, I'm thankful for the person I have by my side - my girlfriend. Her selflessness and strength inspires me everyday." Paige finishes, her eyes still locked on mine.

What did she just say?

"Thank you, Paige and again, congratulations on the win." Marcus concludes the interview and I press stop on the audio recording.

"Paige." I breathe out, lost for words.

Marcus slips away quietly, leaving us alone, "What? I couldn't list off what I'm thankful for without mentioning you." She says smoothing over her ponytail.

I'm smiling so big my face begins to ache, "You realise that's going in the newsletter? You realise what that means?" I ask insinuating the obvious but not verbalising it.

Paige had never spoken on her sexuality or relationship status publicly, ever. We post on socials openly now and don't hide our affection in public but a label has never been mentioned, we could just be close friends if you didn't know us personally.

"Yes." Paige says simply.

I was of the mindset that no one needed to 'come out'. Straight people didn't so why did anyone else but I know in Paiges world, things were a little different but maybe I was wrong for thinking Paige preferred keeping things inconspicuous and lowkey.

I also only had my previous relationship as a comparison and that was kept a secret until the very end and I was always made to feel like the world would crash and burn if anyone found out. I wasn't used to being loved so openly.

"I love you so much." I say to Paige but I wish there was a word bigger than love.

"I love you too. And I've been thinking about Thanksgiving." She says and my mood drops slightly at the mention of the holiday. I'd be spending it here on campus, probably alone.

"What about it?"

"I want you to come home to Minnesota with me." She says shocking me for the second time in mere minutes.

"Paige...Thank you, but I couldn't- I couldn't just come and impose on your family like that." I say genuinely. There's nothing more that I'd love than to spend Thanksgiving with the person I'm most thankful for but I'd feel like an intruder.

"Lily, are you joking? My family loves you. I've already spoken to them about it, you're more than welcome and actually, Drew can't wait to see you. You're not going to crush his little heart, are you?" She says dramatically.

"Paige do not use your little brother like that." I frown.

"I'm not! He for real can't wait to see you." Paige insists.

"I'll think about it." I pacify as some of the team start to exit the changing rooms, freshly showered.

"Think quick and let the answer be 'Yes Paige, I'll come to Minnesota with you'. I'm going to clean up, meet you out front in fifteen?" She says and I nod in response.

I use the time Paige takes to shower to pop back to my office and upload the last of the behind the scenes storys from todays game and send the audio recordings to myself so I can transcribe them tomorrow.

"So...Marcus told me what Paige said in media." Kayla says slipping into my office.

"Did he now?"

"Yep! You have her so smitten it's adorable." She says smiling.

"It is pretty adorable." I say relishing in the feeling.

Kayla and I chat for a few minutes before I pack up my stuff and go to meet Paige.

"So?" Paige says with her brows raised as I approach her and I smile at her eagerness.

"Yes Paige, I'll come to Minnesota with you." I repeat the words she wanted to hear and watch as her lips curve upwards and open to reveal a huge grin and she picks me up and spins us around.

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[goodlucksnez]

Well here it is as promised! I made a resolution that in 2024 every month i would make a surprise wav for one of my snzblr friends, so i made a random wheel with friends on it and spun it so this months friend is *drum roll* @ithadtobesneezing

I had this thought a long time ago and well I had to put it to use! I LOVE LOVE LOVE the hc that T/oge can make Y/uta snez from the cursed energy, so of course I ran with that..also my own hc that T/oge is sensitive to champagne. So without further rambling enjoy!

guide: Bonito flakes (agreement), Caviar (curse word like fuck or shit),samon (agreement but more casually kinda like the word whatever), mustard leaf (im sorry, or apologetic)

For my peeps with audio/hearing issues transcript is below

TOGE:  and YUTA:

YUTA: Here to a job well done *clicks glasses*

TOGE:  Bonito flakes

YUTA:  hey don’t be like that you did amazing! I mean that move where you jumped of that railing and you slide on your heels that was strght out of a action movie

TOGE:  *sniffs and rubs at his nose* Salmon

YUTA: think how rare this we actually get to just hang out and have a drink TOGE: ther…it is nice is it not?

TOGE: hmm *nods and sips and hiccups*

YUTA:  oh I guess you would be a lightweight haha

TOGE: hmm*grumpling before sniffling

YUTA:  oh im sorry I didn’t mean to make you upset are you-

TOGE: sneezes 2 times in quick succession

YUTA: ohh,oh um *hitches* bless you *sneezes harshly* bless you

TOGE:  Mustard leaf

YUTA:  you do not need to apologize it happens, *sneezes* phew a few sneezes are not going to kill me

TOGE: *in his head* but it is my fault, this would not be happening if I Wasn’t so weak*

YUTA: hey hey no look at me I know that face, no this isn’t your fault, heck if I wasn’t so su*starts hitching* susceptible *sneezes harshly again* ugh phew sorry this would not be a issue

TOGE: laughs and grabs a couple napkin

YUTA: hey I said issue not tissue snez again harshly

TOGE: just take it

YUTA: *blow nose before looking up starlted* wahh did you actually  just speak to me oh wow

TOGE: hmm Salmon *sips more drink*

YUTA:  wow you much really trust me..or your drunk

TOGE: *flustered gay noise before hitching*

YUTA: oh go ahead

TOGE: fanning face before ducking into his sleeve with snez 1….2

YUTA: *hitching* go one 1 more

TOGE: sneeze

YUTA: sneeze…ugh bless us

TOGE: mumbles and runs out of bar

YUTA: hey wait don’t go, where are you going

TOGE: in alleyway *stupid stupid I’m sorry this is all my fault he should not be anywhere near me

YUTA: TOGE:  yoge where are you hey come out dude come on

TOGE: all I have to do is stay quite I can do tha*-hitch oh no not now

YUTA: wait what is that I can feel his cursed energy…. I can sense him…

TOGE:  no no..not like this now..large snez

YUTA: woah hey no need to run I am unarmed. I didn’t need to search that hard hey no,no look at me…you eyes are all red so is your nose…have you ever had champagne before?

TOGE: shacks head

YUTA: I think you might be allergic to it

TOGE:  Caviar

YUTA: hey you kiss your mother with that mouth come on lets get you back

TOGE: whines and rubs at his nose

YUTA: I know allergies suck; I know better then most this *points at his face* nose of mine I definitely understand try to not to rub at it will just make the itch worse

TOGE: sniffs and rubs and sneeze

YUTA: see what did I tell you..oh great now I have to *hitches*

YUTA: sneezes trice *with stronger intensity*

TOGE: blessing him after each one

TOGE: activating his curse technique stop it

YUTA: hitches and stops hey…what

TOGE:  Caviar..clears throat commands him to sneeze

YUTA: sneezes harshly into his chest….oh thank gojo…oh my gosh I didn’t even know you could do that, stop a body from functioning *sneezes* wow that really cool

TOGE: bonito flakes

YUTA: im not complaining but try not to do that again I don’t know how much more my nose can take

TOGE: cute sneeze

YUTA: laughs bless you *kiss* I love you, lets go home

[tezzbot]

Very much one of those tumblr users you mentioned when it comes to reblogging [doing this anonymously so I don't get murdered 4ever for what I am about to say] It's not that me or others are allergic to reblogging, it mostly usually comes down to anxiety, as a lot of creators have in the past, and still now to an extent, get EXTREMELY mad at those who like. will suddenly reblog a ton of their stuff. I do 100% understand where you are coming from with that notion, as an artist myself on here I also know that likes don't do shit in terms of getting art shown or seen on here. I am also not trying to say that anxiety is an excuse to not just. press a simple button and reblog art, cause it very much is not THAT hard! I just thought I would share my view on things, not at ALL trying to like. come for you or anything like that, just simply showing off mine and most likely many other's side! Your art is genuinely amazing, especially the ones that look like they took a lot of time to complete! I just hope you maybeee possibly understand it a bit better now? Please don't get mad!! This is not at all me, some random bozo on the internet, trying to come at you, I just thought I would share this!!

All of these posts are art of the exact same characters can You guess which one is coloured and like vaguely rendered? :O

and this ones a shitpost.

I'm in hell anon

[dyke-pollinator]

Im in the mood for a story

Im a little drunk and im in the mood to share a story with yall of when I was out living in Nevada. This was back in 2017 or so.

This story requires some backstory so please indulge me.

I was a crew leader, managing a group of 4-9 people ranging from 18-23 ( I was 24 at the time). Part of that meant helping them integrate into the new location they moved to (Reno, Nevada) despite living out of my car at this time.

One of my crew members, who I will call Shawn, was...... Interesting to say the least. He was a pretty interesting person, but was definitely way too interested in falling in love while on this job.

So while he was out with some other members on their off week, he confessed his feelings for another crew member who turned him down. He proceeded to seriously harm himself. So now, on my crew, I had to manage that shit and make sure he wasn’t a risk to himself. Because of course this motherfucker was on my crew and technically my responsibility.

Everything was basically fine. Shawn and the other member barely interacted and we were learning a lot about how to cut down trees safely.

During one of our hitches (time in the field) where we were building cattle fences on the border of Utah, this bitch decided he wanted to go for a walk. So idk if you know what the middle of no where Utah looks like but its basically the same as this for 100 miles in every directions 

Barely any geographic features. Insanely easy to get lost. 

We had a rule where if you were gonna split off from the group,  you had to let the crew lead (me) know, and you had to explicitly say where you were gonna go. He decided he wanted cell phone signal one night, and told no one where he was going.

He got lost. In the middle of the desert. I need you to understand how horrifying that is. There’s nothing out there. You can walk for 200+ miles (350km) in any direction and find literally nothing. Especially on the Nevada / Utah border. 

By 8pm we were all wondering where he was till a random person was like “Oh he went that was looking for signal”. Like wtf? Excuse me? We searched in the direction he went for like 4 hours before we called emergency services & our organization that was gonna send out reinforcements to help us look.

We parked our giant truck on the top on the highest hill around us, with our high beems on, and blared on the horn all night, hoping that he was going to find his way back to us. He never did.

We spent 38 hours looking for this person, and since we all knew his history, we legitimately thought he was dead.\

The next day we had the whole BLM (Bureau of Land Management) looking for him. They were about to call in the fucking helicopters.

Now, this next part is gonna sound like some bullshit I just made up but I stg it is true. My dumbass forgot to restock the first aid kit. My co-lead got stung by a bee / wasp while we were doing a grid search, and for the first time in his life, he had a major allergic reaction that none of the leftover meds we had would take down.

So we had to take him into town (an approximately 15 mile drive on back roads) and I did it since I was one of the few that was allowed to drive our trucks.

This motherfucker, Shawn, literally stumbled across the road while I was driving my co-lead into to town. Idk how the fuck he found this road. Idk how the fuck his timing was absolutely perfect. But we found him. After 56 hours when all of us thought he was already dead.

We would have NEVER found him if not for this random happenstance. Some divine power wanted this kid alive I swear. Its some of the most insane shit I have ever experienced.

And here’s the kicker: THIS HAPPENED ON THE 3RD DAY OF AN 8 DAY PROJECT AND THEY MADE ALL OF US FINISH OUR WORK INCLUDING THE DUDE THAT WAS LAST FOR THAT LONG

The moral is never trust Non-profit organizations. They dont give a fuck about you. 

And if yall wanna head this story from Shawn’s perspective just lmk I am happy to share it.

[dumbasswithapen]

Hiiiii i read your Marius fic and i love it so much! Pleeeaaaase tell me more of your thoughts about him!

HI THANKS FOR THE ASK OMG ❤️

I have SO many thoughts about Marius. Most of them catboy related because I’m not normal about cats either. here is a bulleted list of random headcanons for fun bc I cannot articulate how many insane feelings I have about him as a character right now

-Marius is allergic to so many fruits. He cannot eat most fruits or he will die/be miserable. By god he does it anyway

-he needs So Much Attention and if he doesn’t get it he will go vaguely crazy

-he has so many internalized issues about HIS sexuality and HIS gender and HIS mental health but of course it’s okay for everyone else to feel and be however they want it’s just awful when he does it (me fr)

-he was early 20s when he was mechanized, but claims he was much older

-ace and greyromantic. Sex is very much an “I am bored and we are on a long haul trip” sort of activity and a way to get affection more than anything else. He’s in the polycule bc polymech supremacy but only sometimes has romantic feelings for any given person (he does love them all though)

-feels awful about being unable to love everyone romantically all of the time even though if any of the others said the same he would fully understand and support them. He just hates himself

-has occasional psychosis episodes that he tries to hide, and generally hallucinates a lot though it’s usually minor stuff like hearing breathing or feeling things on his metal arm

-he both knows everything or nothing about medicine/psychology. It’s dependent on the needs of The Narrative. It frustrates him that sometimes he just knows things and sometimes he can’t no matter how hard he tries

-he can read body language really well but can’t really articulate his observations so he ends up being really socially conscious but unable to know exactly how to use it. It makes him anxious.

-after Nastya leaving and bifrost he tends to have episodes of intense anxiety about a specific person leaving/dying and needs to be with them constantly

-has food insecurity issues because of the environment he grew up in, hoards extra food in a secret bit of his closet “just in case” with something for all of his crewmates

Now onto catboy specific headcanons!!!

-he has cat ears and his hair is just generally very fluffy feeling?

-his species has a lot of cat traits, most of which are lost in the process of growing up (think of it like animals that change their patterns as they get older)

-had whiskers and some proper fur as a kid. Lost all traces of the proper fur but still has little acne-like scars from the whiskers that would have gone away, given he’d lived longer

-he has light tabby-like markings that are hard to see on his back and arm + legs

-he is supposed to have a tail. He has a scar instead. He has shit balance on account of the lack of tail

-only purrs when upset or in pain, not when happy or comfortable. This isn’t a species thing, it’s a him thing

-he’s got scent glands on his wrist, neck, and the base of where his tail should be

-fucking HATES the water

-could meow as a kid, he cannot as an adult but can hiss and make other cat sounds. Can kinda squeak and screech in approximation but sounds weird.

[graveyardviolence]

helloooo I am here to interrogate u for lore abt arden, ur oc, because I recently found out abt ur minyard sibling au and i usually eat that shi up soooo, may I please know more about him???

YES??? hi whoever you are you’re in my good graces i love when ppl ask abt my ocs

Arden Kinsley Minyard, raised by one Joseph Alan Minyard. Tilda basically dropped them off at Joe’s door a couple days after giving birth and never looked back. Arden is in their senior year when Wymack is looking for people to scout. At first glance their file isn’t much to look at. Mediocre playing skills, pretty fast and adaptable but that’s all they seen to bring to the table. But when Wymack looks closer he just knows he cant ignore them. They’re a Minyard, and upon questioning the twins and nicky, one that nobody knew about.

Ardens dad, Joe, is in the air force (yes Arden is a military brat), so Arden is raised on an air force base. They move around frequently, never staying in one place for too long, and during Arden’s developmental years they stick around the south, until Arden is around 7 or so, when they begin to branch out more. It’s not until they’re fifteen, living in the north east, that an incident occurs that puts Joe in prison, leaving Arden to be taken in by their best friend’s family.

They run their mouth more than they play exy

they can mimic any move another player makes without a problem

He hates pickles and onions and other vegetables and throughout most of his childhood his dad had to blend vegetables to get them into his diet

He picks at the skin on his hand so he wears bandaids to keep from bleeding

He has severe insomnia and most nights he doesn’t sleep

He has fucked up red converse that he’s been wearing since he was twelve bc he never grew out of them

He smokes weed

he has a caffeine addiction

He’s prone to random bouts of nausea and will faint/pass out

He gets the allergy injection bc he’s almost deathly allergic to cats but a kitten chased him down and crawled up his leg when he was sixteen and he’s always had a bleeding heart for strays. He hates grocery shopping but bc of his photographic memory he’s always sent out to get them. He’s jumped out of a moving car because he was angry. He lies to people for fun. He’s considered the friendliest Minyard, which he finds outlandish. Robin becomes like his little sister. He enjoys arguing with Kevin, and loves watching his partner air everyone out. He’s got three lobe piercings in each ear, he’s got four tattoos and plans on getting more.

He’s the type to sit out when theres a thunderstorm and get soaked by the rain. He’s definitely been swimming while it was storming. He’s got a vertical labret piercing and a nose ring. he wants an eyebrow piercing. His relationship with his gender is shitty at best and detached at worst. They have sharp teeth. He’s got scars from falling and scraping his knees. He’s had to get stitches after splitting his head open. He’s terrified of undergoing surgery despite knowing getting top surgery would probably put him in a better spot mentally.

Every weekend he sends a letter to his dad updating him on everything that’s happened throughout the week. The first time he goes to Eden’s he gets so drunk he passes out. When he wakes up it’s the next morning and Aaron is flipping his shit bc he thinks Arden has alcohol poisoning. It’s the most fun Arden has had since his sophomore year Homecoming.

His relationship with the twins is tricky. He loves them. He doesn’t know who they are. He’d rather die than be separated from them. He sometimes wishes he’d never met them. Andrew is who he could be. Is everything he’s not, is everything he is. He doesn’t know how to talk to them, but he wants to. He wants, so much that it aches beneath his ribs. He aches for what they could’ve been and mourns something that’s never existed. He’ll defend them to the ends of the earth. He’ll fight for them always. They’re his.

He clings to Nicky and his brightness. He sits with Kevin and Neil and watches exy games despite not caring for the game because he knows it’s important to them. He holds Robin’s hand when she’s upset. He and Renee color in coloring pages together and hang them up on Abbie’s fridge. He and Alison watch drama series together and talk shit afterwards. He goes with Dan and Matt to watch new releases at movie theaters. He cant stand Jack and Sheena together or individually but occasionally they’ll all sit in the living room together and watch cartoons during the early hours of the day.

let me stop before this gets out of hand

[whumpbug]

OKAY OKAY THIS ONE IS IMPORTANT. How would each of your new sillies text. all caps? kaomojis? walls of text? would anyone be a triple texter?

THIS ONE IS SO FUN AND SO SILLY. going to provide a tiny example for each!!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!

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nieven: this guy texts like he's still sending things through messanger Spigeon (space pigeon). he texts in like. email format. like its a letter.

"Good Evening Nylathrania,

I am messaging because I noticed the third restroom (the one just to the right of the hangar bay and to the left of the storage closet) has run out of paper and there was none in the cupboard. I was wondering if you'd put it on the list for the next port stop so that this matter may be resolved quickly. Thank you.

Best wishes, Captain Nieven Alaric."

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hari: he's more casual about it... maybe too casual. typos galore. he's the triple texter. he spams people phones because he breaks up his thoughts into each message (me too...)

"yo vinmy do you have that book for that1 planet"

"the one with the green n trees n shit"

"yknow"

"with the pink flowrs"

"the ones i wad allergic to"

"hello"

"helloooo"

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nyla: she is your kaomoji user. she texts so cutesy and compared to the rest of them its so funny and out of place. she is so cute. she just has fun decorating her messages

"guysss dinner in 20 minutes o(>ω<)o i made earth ice cream for desert!!!!!!!!"

"wait... sorry hari forgot you can't have that ueueue (っ´ω`)ﾉ(╥ω╥)"

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zel: SHE TEXTS OMINOUS AS HELL. HER TEXTS ARE SO WEIRD AND CREEPY. NO ONE KNOWS WHAT SHE MEANS SHE JUST SAYS STUFF AND BOLDS RANDOM WORDS ITS SO SCARY.

"Nyla. Be alert."

"Hari... Trust that you will have the day you deserve."

"Where is everyone..."

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vinny: they send BRICKS. of text at a time. they text like they talk and they can YAP. its worse because there's hardly any puncuation or line breaks when they message so its just. hell.

"okay guys so we're gonna land on this new planet soon ive been looking at some of the readings and it looks like the planet might be cold ill be fine. but make sure you all bring extra layers because last time you were all complaining even though i gave you ample warnings so make sure you pack that also. make sure no one has any weapons looking at you zel because we won't be let in if we have any i was translating the radio waves, which seems to be their main form of communication to outsider. it says that we shouldnt be armed in any way. it may be suspicious but its better than risking an entire planet to war against us. any weapon bigger than a normal pair of scissors (5") is strictly prohibited looking at all of you (zel) to make sure you empty your pockets. check all your packed clothes and bags as well. daggers are also prohobited. make sure you bring extra layers once again we dont need any of you getting forstbite"

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ren: baby boy isn't the most literate because of his upbringing so nyla and vinny showed him emojis and his life has been changed ever since. he hardly EVER uses words in his texts.

nyla: hi ren!! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ i'm making dinner, do you want anything specific?? ^^

ren: 🍜 ❓😄 🤔

nyla: okay! noodles it is!!!! (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b

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AUGHGHG THEY ARE SO SILLY THIS WAS SUCH A FUN QUESTION THANK YOU!!!

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 9/5/2023

moving closer to your best friend means hanging out in big groups a lot of the time. while this is theoretically good for mental health or whatever, in practice i overextended myself this weekend and am going to wake up tomorrow with the mental equivalent of a sore lower back

listening (2x bonus)

very fond of måneskin's new single HONEY (ARE U COMING?). sonically different from their other stuff, lyrics and tone-wise another incredible sad banger! spotify

my sister viewed the film Party Girl (1995, dir. von Scherler Mayer) last week at a party in philly and sent me this song featured in the film with no further explanation. Double Cross by First Choice (a Larry Levan remix) has what i want to call bollywood strings, a flute, and the funkiest bassline backing up some really classic disco vocals. First Choice were a group out of philly, which no one at the party knew at the time, and this blog calls this specific remix "dancefloor soul" which is probably as good a descriptor as any. i have had it on loop for a solid week. lyrics include

Love stealing, double dealing, two-timing lowdown son of a gun

which is just so much fucking fun to sing in the car. spotify

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reading (2x bonus here also)

i read the mandalorian comics in between volumes of berserk, which feels a bit like saying i took a break from watching the evil dead franchise to watch some cocomelon.

the mandalorian comics are a remarkably uninspired nearly shot by shot breakdown of the episodes. not in the way most film/tv comics are, where they’re very clearly traced screencaps, but screenshots redrawn. this would be interesting if the artist was not contractually obliged to the very flat marvel comics style. i am constantly reminded of how the mandalorian is simply…not very good. it’s entertaining as a spectacle of television to watch, but there are not a lot of fun ideas in there. something that made me fucking scream with laughter are these panels of baby yoda

pápá, your son is So high

back to the other series with a dark haired, roaming, grouchy, reserved man on a mission. unfortunately i don't have a lot of berserk thoughts just yet, i am waiting on vol 4 to come off my library holds and my brain is still digesting it. anyway i think not wanting random "friendly" embraces from strangers is a very reasonable thing for guts to dislike and i truly do not understand why ppl in-universe get so fucking offended. unfortunately reading these late at night did lead to an unpleasant sleep experience.

bitches love a fucked up interior space that can't ever actually exist (it's me i'm bitches)

not to be all therapeutic but im trying to be Curious About and Gently Interrogate why i get a real bee in my bonnet once a year to read some horror comics/manga when i am big squeamish baby about film depictions of those things. i think mostly bc comics gore is so much more stylized than some of the very effective practical and cgi effects? and crucially nothing is actually like writhing around on screen it’s a still image? does anyone else’s brain have a much easier time handling still images over moving images of gore? much to consider

as with many other things, me reading berserk is indirectly @dying-suffering-french-stalkers ' fault

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watching

i have viewed the first four episodes of Fire Force, the urban fantasy mercenary firefighter anime and do not think i will be continuing. while i have a great many questions about the worldbuilding (gravitational anomalies?? genetic predisposition to spontaneous human combustion?? solar god nuns??) it has a dead mom plot, which i am allergic to. this is also a 7.5-8 on the Ass part of the Weeb Ass Shit scale, and has a lot more casual assault than i try to encounter in anime. it's by the soul eater guy, remember the level of Stuff going on in soul eater? a little bit more ramped up groping and stuff that makes me say out loud "wow i don't like this" than soul eater.

the animation re: aforementioned fire is really top notch tho. visually complex and interesting television program.

how i found this: me and my best friend and my best friend's husband morosely poking around the anime section on hulu, looking for something to fill the spy x family void. this ain't it tho

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playing

i have no fun genshin tidbits to share bc i am grinding talent mats while catching up with the podcast episodes of the road to partizan and i don’t have much to say about the not-fun parts of gachas. why am i playing something if it’s not inherently fun? great fucking question

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making (3rd 2x bonus)

very uninspired (derivative, even) abbreviated sofrito thing over rice. with heavy application of Worcestershire sauce it was fine. no pics

also i finally bought a couch bc salvation army had 50% off everything for Labor Day. this is a question of ethics vs money i have decided for myself, and encourage you, the reader, to go off and quietly make your own philosophical choices without explaining them to me in detail.

it will be arriving on friday bc that is when the strapping young men who own trucks are available. my front door is a very non standard size and i have a very awkward front stair, so i needed something that could fit under the overhang while standing on its end. this one was the best size and (fortunately) the cheapest at $150. it is some sort of extremely flammable early polyester and 100% has a grandma’s soul trapped within its fibers. i will probably buy a cover at some later date to deter miss macaron but in the meantime we will do the strips of brown painters tape, which does successfully deter her. this really really does not want to be steamed so i will also be procuring some chemicals.

here are some other couches i could have bought but didn’t.

[riacte]

i love how ren is the communal babygirl. they missed him so much they ordered a bootleg iskall version of ren and then when the prank was revealed stress was like 🥺🥺🥺 awwww i'm sorry they made me ren awwww 🥺🥺🥺🥺 ALSO THE WAY REN'S HEAD WAS LOOKING BETWEEN STRESS AND ISKALL BDHJESFSFVHVSHFS. 🥺 and when they got scared of ren's mafia voice 🥺

also atp i am so so allergic to most fanon sibling dynamics. fed up of it. but i will admit. that bit at the end when they were punching each other. squabbling sibling energy. sorry. also ren why are you volunteering info that you're wearing pjs and haven't brushed your teeth like NOBODY ASKED. they're like wacky sitcom roommates who stay up till 3am doing random shit but it's 10am and they're doing random shit.

anyways he is their precious doggy. iskall stress and false's doggy

[problematic-camren]

I am quite uncertain how we have ended here, but Enid and I are currently in my bed -- she initially wants me to go to hers, but I do not want to have another allergic reaction at the mere contact of her horrifically colorful linens, so I put my foot down and insist we stay here where it's dark and comfortable (similar to a paralyzing nightmare) -- and her mouth is doing things to my neck. Inexplicably wonderful things.

Normally, I would have already stabbed a random bitch if they so much as put their grimy lips on my skin, but this is Enid... I would never stab her. I may threaten her with assault, or bully her until she cries, or traumatize her with gruesome pictures she hates, but I will never hurt my roommate.

Yes, sometimes, when she annoys me with her loud pop music, and vomit-inducing positivity so early in the morning, I would fantasize tying her up in bed (to torture her), or maybe stripping off her nauseatingly colorful clothing (to figure out the best places I could do the most damage without leaving physical marks), or maybe biting her (not too hard that it'll leave marks -- unless she wants to), or probably -- a personal favorite -- choking her (only mildly, just so she will stop speaking for a few seconds and give me my much-needed peace of mind), but I never have thought about disfiguring her.

I think her skin is beautiful, and her body is too amazing to stab at. I am just complimenting her as a roommate, by the way. What is it these vapid kids nowadays say? No homo.

Anyway, so here I am, half-reclined on my bed, and Enid is still doing things to my neck. Oh, she licked me. Is there a draft in the room? Why did I shiver? What is this feeling in my belly? Is it hunger? But I just had dinner.

Her teeth grazes my skin -- a little too pointy, in my fair assessment -- and before I could even make sense of what is going on, I feel her teeth sinking into that sensitive part of my neck. A little too hard, because I feel a small prick of pain, which, truth be told, I am not averse to. But I am right in my assessment that her teeth are a little too pointy. I surmise it's the werewolf genes in her. Why am I getting excited at the idea of Enid turning into a werewolf?

"Oh my god, Wednesday, did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!" she gasps.

She lifts her head up to look at me, clearly panicking.

I don't understand why.

"Hurt me? I like it, I have an unbelievably high pain tolerance," I shrug, offering my neck for more bites.

"But you're bleeding," she whimpers apologetically.

"So?" I look at her, not understanding her point.

"So? You're hurt!"

"Hurt me more, please. It makes me less homesick."

I close my eyes once again and wait for her to nibble on my neck once more.

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[misc-obeyme]

random obey me lore idea

so like. we know mc's magic went wild and was causing weird shit to happen to the environment and making weird magic fluctuations throughout the realms. but what if it also had an effect on magical creatures (demons, sirens, fairies, vampires, etc). i like to think that the bursts of wild magic essentially caused mutations in them (either already grown ones that were near the sites when the incidents occurred or those born or 'turned' in the cases of vampires/werewolves/ what have you). they could be major mutations that drastically change appearances or les visible ones that effect traits. like making vampires so sensitive to sunlight that they cant even go out at night bc the reflection from the moon burns them or making them more resistant and letting them survive semi prolonged exposure to daylight. making creatures more powerful or significantly weaker. giving them abilities before unseen in the race that can then get passed on to offspring or those that the afflicted individual turns and as time goes on it becomes more common in the species. others looking down on the afflicted or outcasting them bc theyre "not a True [creature type]" and it greatly affects sociopolitical interactions amongst them all. the amount of work the sorcerers society would have to do to document everything lmao

in my mc's story they get turned into a vampire (i really like vampires and also tend to pick and choose the various vampire lores i like bc if i ever became allergic to garlic whats the point of trying anymore lmao) but when they turn a combination of their magic going haywire and the ring light causes the vampirism to mutate as it takes its hold

just some Thoughts <3

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Oh my little baker friend, I LOVE this idea!!

I too am a fan of vampires. I do the same thing when it comes to vampire lore whenever I write vampire stories. Just because I find most vampire lore to be ridiculous in a lot of ways. I think a vampire that can go out in daylight, appears in mirrors, has no aversion to garlic, isn't super pale, etc is far more terrifying because they can blend in with regular people to the point where they're indistinguishable. And I think that's just a more compelling premise all around personally! (And I have written quite a few vampire stories in my time... it's a concept that has never truly released me lol.)

But anyway, it's fascinating to think about how mythical creatures existing in the world would react to increased magical surges. I love the idea of this having some kind of lasting impact, too. Like it ripples through the generations of creatures because some of those things are passed on. It's cool because in the actual story, once that stuff was resolved, we never really heard about it again. So it's interesting to think that MC's magic going crazy actually impacted something long lasting.

Now I'm just imagining the Sorcerer's Society hating Solomon even more because it was his apprentice that caused all this extra work for them lol.

I also really like thinking about how an MC that already has some magical properties would react to such things. It would make sense for an MC being turned into a vampire to have drastic effects due to the strength of the magic created by the ring.

I have an AU where my MC is half fae, leannán sídhe specifically, and I didn't even consider how something like that might change them. Now my mind is going crazy with ideas about fae that have mutated due to the magic and end up more monstrous than beautiful or the other way around. The unaffected fae are like, okay get out you guys are messing things up lol.

There is so much space for interesting interpretations of things like this. Because there's definitely an implication of such mythical creatures and such existing, but we don't get a whole lot of context on them. So you can pretty much come up with whatever you want, which is truly fun. I mean I think they did mention vampires briefly and I like to think that since vampires aren't really humans they can kind of move between the human world and the Devildom. I wonder if the ones in the Devildom would react more strongly to MC's magic while MC is in the Devildom, too? Maybe there becomes a more obvious distinction between vampires that live in one world vs the other.

Though you also mentioned demons and if demons started to mutate too that'd be a whole problem for Diavolo I would think. You could really expand on that idea. Like maybe members of the House of Lords get mutated. Then you get to decide if that means they get kicked out or if the other House of Lords demons see them as beneficial to their overall cause. Of course I don't know how important the House of Lords is in OG season two since we didn't even hear about them until Nightbringer, but it's still interesting to think about!

Yeah I could speculate about this idea all day! I quite like this idea, 🥐 anon! Feel free to tell me more about your vampire MC (or anything else really) if you'd like! I love to hear about such things!

[count-geiger]

i figured i should make a pinned post or somethin like that so here’s that

what you can call me: mick or geiger

other usernames: geigercounter

stuff i do: art sometimes, shitpost, talk about my life, reblog a lot, probably other things

fandoms i’m in: rgg/yakuza, lupin the third, death note, jjba, mp100, tf2, vocaloid, ultrakill, disco elysium, gravity falls, homestuck, miscellaneous musicals, miscellaneous movies

music i like and may post about: will wood, oingo boingo, vocaloid in general, mcr, LOTS of other stuff like seriously. im really only in the fandom actively for mcr and will wood, very occasionally tally hall

boundaries/byf/random stuff to know:

- please dont be a baby (under 16) i’m in college. also i am 18, i know some people look for a explicitly stated ages and all that.

- NO SHIP/QUEER/FANDOM* DISCOURSE. PLEASEEEEE. i’m fine with occasional fandom discourse but if you take it too seriously i’ll go ape. im also literally allergic to pro/anti ship discourse keep that shit away from me at all costs

- i won’t follow you back if i don’t like ANYTHING about your account or what you post. it’s not personal i just don’t like slogging through my dash

- i indulge in the occasional rpf. sorry if you find that weird i just think it’s kinda fun

- i have stuff about my personal life on here as most of my mutuals are people i know IRL, and i tend to consider them my “audience”. if you’re somehow able to figure out where i live or something by looking through my tags then just. idk keep it to yourself.

- my interests change a lot so if you follow me for one thing then prepare to be disappointed because there is a non zero chance i will not post about it again until six months later. my most consistent interests are will wood, gravity falls, and lupin the third (sorry homestuck fans)

- i roleplay and write fics and will occasionally post about those things on here. not much but occasionally

[honeysmoonn]

white mustang — send a description of yourself and i’ll ship you with someone! (the outsiders and outer banks only!)

congrats on 500 btw! also be prepared, this is kinda a lot lmao! also, i’d prefer somebody around my age, so probably not darry, ponyboy, or two-bit

my name’s solene and i’m 16 turning 17 this august, and i’m a leo. i have curly black (3 type) hair that goes down to my hips and i adore it sm! i am pretty dark-skinned, cause i’m mixed (half indian, half black). i also have big brown eyes that are kinda doe like, and i also have little moles scattered across my face and body. i’d describe my style as pretty streetwear like, and i am 100% a gold>silver girl. i’m also a huge sneakerhead and i love collecting! i also am never seen without a full set of acrylics and i am a die hard french tip girl. my music taste is mostly rap.

i’ve been told that i’m like chrisean rock 😭. one really funny thing about me is i find myself going through hercules trials on an everyday basis. when i was little i had to go to the er bcs i ate a cookie i didn’t realise i was allergic to, my parents accidently left me on the metro in disney world and i went through the whole cycle before they found me, i superglued all my fingers together, i’ve drowned in a hot tub and my cousin had to give me heimlich (i was 13 it wasn’t even a reasonable age too!), and a bunch of other really dumb shit i’ve done that was my fault entirely! also people think i’m really funny for some reason, but i think its the autism. i am also the youngest child, which is pretty obvious.

i’d say i’m pretty extroverted, but i need to be silent for a sec so i can understand the people i’m with. i love my friends and family to death too, and i am always out with them. i also love meeting new people and friends n stuff!

as far as my type in guys goes, i love like really mean guys who have soft spots for their friends family etc 😭 if that makes any sense!

tysm and congrats on 500!!

babe idk how to tell you this but you’re dallas’ dream girl

in my mind modern!dallas is the typa guy to looove rap music and he’s also a complete douchebag!

you two would definitely get along doing stupid things (most on accident) and he would love your style (dallas loves his baddie gf)

you two are also both extroverts so he would enjoy bringing you around all these different bars and meeting so many random people

also he’s definitely your type like exactly