#I don’t remember the last movie I watched tbh

[daincrediblegg]

Not gonna lie I do think tv peaked with stargate sg1

[malsmind]

“what are we?”

better than him part 2

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: after what happened between you and your bestfriend, you can’t help but feel weird towards your guys’s friendship, feelings that you never even knew you had suddenly weighing on you.

warnings: smut, angst, p in v, unprotected sex, oral f receiving, pet names (baby) use of y/n

authors note: PART 2 OF BETTER THAN HIM! lmk what u think! this one’s a lil angsty, don’t rlly know what to think about it tbh

wc: 3k

part 1 here!

english is not my first language!

last night felt like a weird dream. it wasn’t bad, not at all, you enjoyed every single moment of it. the only problem was your mind racing with the thoughts of what had happened, confusion, anxiety, maybe even the slightest hint of regret.

"do you want me to make you cum?"

you didn't know what to say. you were speechless. you couldn't help the heat rise to your cheeks, causing you to look away from him. did you want that? he's your best friend, surely this would make things... weird, right? matt grew a little anxious at your reaction, not sure what to do. he mentally face palmed himself for even thinking like that. why would you ever even-

"okay."

matt was pulled out of his thoughts, looking back at you to meet your eyes again.

"what, really? you don't.. have to i understand if-"

"no i want to." you cut him off, leaning slightly closer to him.he nodded, his eyes darting down to your lips, inching closer. it didn't take long for him to fully lean over the middle console of the car and put his lips to yours. the kiss was gentle, his lips moving against yours at a

the image of what happened was running circles in your mind, replaying the moment over and over again.

“you’re so beautiful.”

“fuck, you feel so good sweetheart.”

remembering his words, the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, it made your breath tremble, a slight shiver running down your spine. you didn’t know why you felt the way you did. matt on the other hand knew exactly what he had felt from the moment he met you. sure, you guys have been best friends for years, nothing more. matt always felt something more for you though, something he couldn’t quite explain until he actually got to share some sort of intimate moment with you, the connection of your bodies that night also connecting the dots in his brain.

he drove you home that night, hugging you before driving home himself. he came home, smiling like an idiot. of course, chris and nick noticed the change in his behavior. how smiley he was. however, all that changed pretty quickly when the night after, you still hadn’t replied to any of his texts. the occasional instagram reels or tiktok’s that everyone would send around, that you would send around to matt remained unopened. chris, nick and you would also usually send each other a few things, or chat, but since that night you and matt had your little drive around, ending up in the backseat of his car? nothing.

matt was quick to grow concerned, a weird, unsettling feeling building up inside of him. did he cross a line? were you weirded out? was your friendship ruined?

you read his messages. you didn’t mean to click on the notification but now he knew you were purposely leaving him on read anyway. you couldn’t bring yourself to reply, too confused with your own feelings and how to proceed with whatever happened. matt kept checking his phone, leg bouncing up and down as he sat in his living room with his brothers, supposed to watch a movie.

“kid what’s up with you? you’re not even watching the movie.” chris spoke up, growing annoyed at the way matt’s leg bounced like crazy. he put his phone down, looking up at the TV in the process. “i’m fine, just waiting on a message.”

chris scoffed at his response. he knew something was up. the fact that you haven’t messaged neither him nor nick nor matt said it all. you were all friends, none of you had gone quiet on each other like that before, leaving each other on read like that was something you guys just didn’t do. “you guys had a fight or something?” nick took over, noticing the slight annoyance in chris’s expression. matt looked over at nick with a frown forming on his face.

“what are you talking about?” he huffed, knowing very well what nick meant.

“yeah, don’t give me that. you’re not the only one she’s not talking to. did you piss her off or something? t’was just a drive around, what could you have possibly said to make her act like that?”

matt leaned back into the couch, rubbing his hand over his face. he didn’t know where to start, how to answer. it’s not like he even had an answer, he didn’t know why you just suddenly stopped replying to his messages or the others. after thinking for a while, he simply shrugged, sighing.

“i didn’t do anything.” he lied, kind of. he did do something, but you wanted it too, you both did. one of you just didn’t know how to process what had happened. his eyes not meeting nicks when he lied was all nick needed to connect the dots for somewhat of an answer.

“did you guys like kiss or something?” he huffed with an amused smirk. his smirk disappeared almost immediately when he saw matt’s reaction, the uncomfortable shift in his seat along with the sound of him clearing his throat.

“gross, dude. seriously?! in the van?!”

chris looked at nick confused before he also understood what was going on, his eyebrows raising.

“how the fuck did that happen then?”

“do i really have to explain that shit now??” matt sighed, running a hand trough his hair, pulling his phone out again to check if you had replied to him yet.

chris and nick watched him. the frustration and concern in his eyes growing with every passing second he didn’t get a reply from you.

“did you tell her how you feel?” chris spoke up.

“what?” matt shook his head, a frown on his face “i have no idea what you’re talking about man”

the silence in the room was loud, matt denying his feelings was only making the situation worse. he sighed, throwing his phone aside.

“no..i didn’t. how the fuck am i even supposed to do that?”

“drive over and do it. i doubt she’ll reply anytime soon.” nick sighed, pressing pause on the movie and checking his phone.

matt thought for a moment. was it really a good idea to just show up to your place after you haven’t even answered any of his messages? on the other hand, he didn’t want to leave this whole thing unresolved. he wanted to make sure that you’re okay, that you didn’t regret anything that happened the night before.

”yeah..okay.”

matt sighed, getting up from the couch and grabbing his car keys, walking out the door and getting into his car. he sat there for a moment, thinking about if he should really do this. he picked up his phone again, seeing that you still hadn’t replied to any of his messages.

…

you were sat on your own couch, reading his messages. you wanted to reply, you wanted to talk to him, you just couldn’t get yourself to do it.

when matt saw you were still leaving him on read, he decided he had enough, following his brothers advice.

you didn’t answer, you just put your phone down. you didn’t have any words, not able to express whatever confusing feelings you had over just some simple text. you waited while matt quickly made his way over to your place.

you sat there, anxiously waiting for him to arrive. the knock on your door made you straighten your back, quickly getting up from your seat on the couch, hesitantly opening the door to see matt stand there. his gaze softened when he saw you, anxiety now creeping up on him aswell. “hey..” he spoke softly “okay if i come in..?” he asked, giving you a thin lipped smile “yeah..” you stepped aside, letting him in and closing the door once he was inside. you avoided eye contact with him, walking towards you kitchen. “you want anything to drink?” you asked him, avoiding the topic that the both of you knew you needed to talk about. “y/n don’t do that..” he followed you into the kitchen, reading you like a book. he could tell you were thinking about what happened too, your unreadable expression worrying him slightly.

you stopped, turning around to face him, but not looking at him directly. he took a few steps closer to you, putting his hand down on the kitchen counter next to him. he studied your face, trying to figure out what was going trough your head. he took a deep breath, trying to collect himself and to find the right words, find somewhere to start. “listen.. if it’s about what happened last night.. i’m sorry if i crossed a line. i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, or ruin our friendsh-“

“you didn’t.” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “i’m sorry for ignoring you, i’m just.. i don’t know..” you sighed, struggling to find the right words. you knew you liked him too, more than just a friend, but you were scared of the feeling, scared of the affect it could have on your guys’s relationship to each other. you didn’t wanna lose him, you didn’t want what you guys did to ruin the amazing moments you had, the many more you wanted to share.

matt noticed the way you grew upset, lost in your own mind, overthinking. “i really suck at stuff like this. i probably should’ve told you way earlier. i guess i just didn’t want to ruin our friendship but i can’t help the way i feel whenever i’m around you..”

for the first time that night, you moved your head to look up and and meet his eyes, a nervous feeling in your stomach. you didn’t consider the consequences of having sex with your best friend, not until it actually happened. it made you realize the feelings you had for him, the feelings you never cared to acknowledge, the feelings you were sure you didn’t have, but you did.

listening to a song in his car, driving on some random, empty road. singing along to a song together, laughing together, talking about the most random shit, deep talking, watching movies together. small moments that you loved, you loved them because of him, because he was the one who shared those memories with you. parking in an empty parking lot, eating McDonalds together. looking at him while he was ranting about one of his interests. if he asked you what he was just talking about, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell him, because you were so busy with admiring how beautiful his eyes were. not even noticing how you were studying every single feature about him.

your throat went dry, nothing was the way you thought it was. matt saw the way you was tangled in your thoughts and worries. he took a step closer, putting his hand on top of yours on the kitchen counter.

“it’s okay if you don’t…y’know..” matt spoke softly, his voice low.

you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, to tell him you did feel the same. instead, you leaned closer, giving him plenty of time to pull back. when he didn’t, you pressed your lips to his in a soft, gentle kiss. his hand slightly tightened around yours, interlocking his fingers over yours. he deepened the kiss, moving his lips against yours more urgently, his tongue gliding over your lips, asking for entry and you didn’t hesitate, parting your lips slightly. matt’s free hand came to rest on your hip, gently pulling you closer.

you never broke the kiss, and neither did he. your breathing grew heavier and so did his. his hand squeezed your hip before it came up to cup your face, his other hand left yours to grab the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. everything happened faster than you could process, your bodies needy, small moans leaving matt’s lips along with your needy whimpers. before you knew it, your hands made their way down to his belt, fiddling to unbuckle it.

matt’s breath hitched, moving back a little, breaking the kiss in the process. he looked down at your hands struggling to unbuckle his belt, taking his own hands off of yours to help you out. once his belt was off, your fingers worked on unbuttoning his jeans, his eyes now staring into your ones that were focused on what you were doing. he stared at you, the nervous feeling in his stomach that he always had when he looked at you that way building up. he didn’t know how it happened, but he was just so mesmerized by you. everything about you.

you felt his eyes burning into yours and you stopped after you unbuttoned his jeans, looking up to meet his eyes. he smiled at you, the way your eyes looked into his, questioning his sudden stop. he shook his head slightly, “don’t let me stop you.” he whispered, leaning in to press his lips to yours, traveling down to press soft pecks to your jaw. your head tilted back slightly, his lips moving lower, kissing and gently sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck. it was like you hands were frozen in place, a low moan leaving your mouth. matt chuckled against your neck, helping you pull his pants down, his boxers sliding along with them. you felt his erection against your hand that still hasn’t moved a muscle. instinctively, your hand wrapped around him, moving up and down in a slow motion. matt groaned, his lips parting against your skin. his hands found the waistband of your sweats, tugging them down your legs along with your underwear. you kicked them off, tossing them to the side with your foot.

matt’s head came up from your neck, looking at you. he turned the both of you around so your backside was against the kitchen counter. along with his hands grabbing the back of your thighs to lift you, you jumped up, placing your body on top of the surface. matt stepped in between your legs, spreading them further apart. your wet, needy cunt on display for him. he cursed under his breath at the sight, placing his thumb on your clit. you moaned when he began to move his thumb, circling the sensitive nub. while his eyes stayed on where his body was connected to yours, he shook his head, exhaling sharply.

“i’m not fucking you. i need to taste you. so fucking bad..” he breathed out, moving to kneel down between your thighs, his breath fanning over your pussy. matt didn’t waste much time, pressing his tongue to your clit, circling it. your hands moved down into his hair, tugging on it lightly. every movement of matt’s tongue against your throbbing clit earned a moan from your lips. his pace picked up, his lips occasionally sealing around your clit, gently sucking on it. a groan left his lips when you tugged at his hair again.

he pulled back, catching his breath and standing back up and pressing his forehead to yours. his hand wrapped around his cock, giving it a few gentle strokes before sliding it up and down your slit.

you sucked in a sharp breath when matt pushed his hips forward, the full feeling of his cock inside of you making your head fall down on his shoulder, moans leaving your lips. “fuuuuck.” he groaned as he bottomed out, starting to move his hips. “you’re so perfect y/n..” he breathed out, “so fuckin’ perfect.”

you moaned in response, too deep into the moment to actually mumble out any sort of reply. matt’s hips picked up their pace, pulling back and snapping back into your tight hole. your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, lifting your head back up from where it rested on his shoulder. your eyes met his, and he leaned in, kissing you passionately while fucking into you faster, harder. your lips tried their hardest to move with his, but your moaning made it hard. he pulled back, looking at you again, your eyes shut, mouth hanging open. the built up tension and emotions mixed with the arousal you both felt made it hard for you to last long, both of your orgasms building up with every thrust of matt’s hips against your own. “open your eyes, baby. look at me..” you did. you opened your eyes, meeting his again, moans leaving your lips, pants and grunts leaving matt’s. your moans grew louder, walls clenching around his cock twitching inside of you while it pounded into you.

a loud string of moans filled the room, your orgasm crashing over you. the way you tried to keep your eyes on his while cumming around him was enough to send him over the edge, moans leaving his lips as hot drops of cum painted your walls. matt’s breath was heavy and so was yours, his forehead pressed back down to yours and he pressed a small, sweet kiss to your lips.

“i love you.” he breathed out between pants, “i think i have for a while..”

“i love you too.” you managed to answer between heavy breaths.

@middlepartmatt @emely9274 @impossiblecollectorcat @staargazr @sllutty-sturniolo @shadowthesim

[fortemelody]

I'm bored so imma send an ask but what are your Amy Rose headcanons?

HI HELLO IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!! i didn’t know how to answer it and then i got busy and then i forgot but i’m here now!

and tbh i still don’t entirely know how to answer it becus im not someone who makes headcannons very often. i usually just see some on my feed and be like “oh yeah that’s so them” and then immediately forget about it LMAO but i do have a couple even tho they are a bit basic and so i’ll try to describe those few in as great detail as possible

knuckles and amy are sibling 100%. they have that dynamic for sure! they train together and they tease each other. amy’s in the small demographic of few people he trusts too. many have also pointed out that they look similar and some people hc her as part echidna which im not really opposed to either

amy and shadow are definitely besties. whenever sonic is too stubborn to do “girly” things such as try on makeup for example, shadow would do that with her instead. he doesn’t care about his public image unlike sonic. music is something that brings them together too, seeing as we already know that they’re both swifties and went to hot honey! and she was the one who brought him back to his senses in the ending of SA2 (which btw im praying that the third movie has that scene aughdkftk). shadow has a clear soft spot for her that can only be brought out by amy. i feel like the next follow up question would be if i ship them and the answer is…not really?! i think it would be a situation where maybe amy is a bit touchy at times without realizing it and shadow blushes, or shadow does stuff to make sonic jealous (to clarify them hanging out in general is purely becus shadow wants to -not just an act so he can get back at sonic- but i think it would be funny if he would take the opportunity to brag about it when sonic gets on his nerves). i do not think either of them would actually date tho even with these one off situations and they are way better as platonic besties fr ong ‼️

this one is a bit random but i’ve always thought of amy being like… a starbucks addicted girly (in the world of mobius- not irl where they could possibly be funding a genocide 😭). and it’s kinda an ironic thing in my mind. yes, she’s the least ordinary girl you could get: wields a giant hammer, incredibly strong, is hyperfixated on and can use tarot cards as weapons, and has an indescribable intuition. however, calling back to the events of SA1, she really is just a normal hedgehog at the end of the day trying to lead a normal life. she had to learn all of these attributes, she wasn’t really born with an ability like the rest of team sonic. she also lived in an apartment for part of sonic x (i think?? haven’t watched the full series and i don’t remember everything) and actually liked it. so i think she would really enjoy simple more earth like customs. i think she honestly might be embarrassed of this fact too, seeing as she’s come all this way in her life just to resort to her old ways of living.

(…okay i’m gonna be honest that last one was a bit of a stretch and it originated from me and my friend calling her a basic white girl at one point as a joke LMAO but then i thought more about it and it kinda made sense once i put it into context)

the last one is a concept i kinda stole from a comic i saw a long time ago (i have no idea of the username- but if someone does lemme know). it was the idea that sonic started liking amy once she had started to move on, how the “chasing” kinda switched roles, and after she dialed down her “fangirling”. how sonic now wants her to be obsessed after she’s made so much progress in being her own person. i kinda wrote a fanfic based off of this and expanded upon my interpretation of it through amy’s POV. although i never posted it, i think the words i chose still capture it well so i’m just gonna copy and paste that:

“When Amy started to slowly change her childish and obnoxious mannerisms towards Sonic, he immediately felt more comfortable around her, and even started subtly reciprocating his feelings to her. Amy was obviously maturing no doubt about it, but she felt as if she had lost a part of herself in doing so. That side of her that would boldly protect and proclaim her love to him. That side to her that wouldn’t stop until she got her way. That side of her that was, as Jewel stated “…constantly following him”. She felt as if she had given up so much of her personality just to feel less incomplete, to have that soulmate she always dreamed about. On top of that, Sonic loved to come and go as he pleases. She knows that he was always going to be the adventuring type, but she wish more often that he would make an effort to chat or to invite her to tag along. Chaos knows when she tries to plan anything with him, she’s too paranoid for her own good, wondering if he’ll instantly interpret it as a date and chicken out.”

-different scene-

“Amy was surely blushing before, but nothing could’ve prepared her for that statement. She felt her heart beating, no, throbbing out of control. She looked like a full on tomato now. It’s always been her dream to dance with Sonic, but in the past he always ran away, so she gave up after several attempts. But this was the “new” her. He liked the “new” her, apparently enough to dance with him.”

(ik a lot of this doesn’t make sense without more context but uhhh this is getting too long already so if you wanna know details just DM me ig 💀)

and if it wasn’t obvious already- i take a lot of what is said in the twitter takeovers, tailstube, and idw comics to heart becus i think they have the most genuine and interesting versions of these characters and tell us about small details that we wouldn’t otherwise know. i not only make this info my hcs but also like to expand upon them and use them in my evidence- so that’s what most of the things i said above are referencing.

sooo yeah i think that’s all i got. sorry i guess a lot of these were more about dynamics of character interactions rather than amy herself… i hope that’s okay! tysm anon this was a lotta fun to answer and i hope to get more of these types of questions!!

[castielsupernatural]

tagged by casgirl polycule members @daalcuntynatural and @castiellesbian slipping you both some tongue

favorite color: every shade of orange. i’m wearing an entirely brown ensemble right now and serving the cunt out of it

last books: i’m currently reading brit bennett’s the mothers, but my last finished book was oceans of grain by scott reynolds nelson, which was mid at best as far as commodity histories (tbh my fav genre) go. honestly maybe the worst one i’ve ever read 👎

last movie: rewatched insidious with a friend recently to see if it was as scary as we remembered it and tbh it wasn’t bad!

last tv show: can i be so honest. i don’t even remember the last tv show i watched its been at least a year. not counting casual revisitings of spn and txf episodes

sweet, savory, or spicy: sweet!!

beautiful relationship in my life right now: ack idk. several years ago i ran an after school program for hs students and several of them are like full adults now and one came and helped me pack up my apartment last weekend and she talked a lot to me about her life and it was really cool to be in that mentor role with her still but also like we’re kinda equals now

last thing i looked up: the hunger games new book because tbh i didn’t know there was a new one coming out soon

looking forward to: moving to a new apartment in a couple weeks!! with lots more space and hopefully not literally falling apart

current obsessions: hayley would you believe? i just started dimension 20 this weekend at the urging of several people (hi doe). but well there’s many. supernatural is still happening to me. theres the podcast being recorded by emily deschanel about the tv show bones (hi brooke), and the podcast @threebooksoneplot (if you like twilight or even just intellectual fandom discussions go listen!!) and well i got into dan and phil about a year ago and that’s still fairly big for me don’t even worry about it

tagging @ledzeppelinmixtape @nyc-pizza-rat @thisisapaige @bloodydeanwinchester @hardcockcafe @grotesquehorse @magdaclaire love u guys 🫶

[gaywatch]

What are some ships/pairings/otps that have buried themselves so deep in your heart that you won’t ever be able to be anything but absolutely insane about them?

Like they are either constantly on your mind and you can’t shake them or you don’t think about them as often but when you do (or something reminds you of them) it’s like a punch to the gut and all the feelings come rushing back to you at once in an overwhelming way… I’m so curious because you obviously watch so many things and see a lot of connections between characters so I’m just wondering which ones have dug their claws in just a little too deep?

Okay, first of all, this is a banger question and a banger way to phrase it so good on you. <3

Any of the first five ships I ever had can make me feral at a moment's notice, and I could write an essay about any of them with zero prep time. My peak shipping period for all of them was high school and college, when my obsessive capacity was... particularly impressive. I made fanvids for four out of five (in one case I made 10+), fake trailers for a couple, and at least began writing a fanfic for four out of five of these as well:

Phantom/Christine (Phantom of the Opera)

David/Maddie (Moonlighting)

Jack/Elizabeth (Pirates of the Carribean)

House/Cameron (House MD)

Jareth/Sarah (Labyrinth)

This list alone tells you a lot about me, tbh.

Every single one of these come with the warning that you should never bring them up to me unless you're prepared for a highly intense and opinionated lecture.

And it's always difficult to compete with the formative stuff, right? They hit you hard at a hard-hitting age, that's a lot to surpass.

WELL.

I got into queer ships when I was 22, just out of college but still in the vital Young Adult stage, and long story short the rest of my life is quite literally all Star Trek 2009's fault. I saw the movie and (hilariously) got enough of a Kirk/Spock vibe that I wondered if anyone and the WiLd AnD cRaZy IdEa that they should be together or maybe that was just me and this was a Brand New Idea.

That gives you a good idea of how ignorant of queer fandom I was.

Anyway, fifteen-going-on-sixteen years later I'm drowning in queer ships but these ten in particular have some kind of cryptic Lovecraftian hold on my being despite the fact that as I've gotten older my appreciation for the fictional gays has grown wider, meaning it's usually less concentrated. So instead of having a list a mile long to answer your question, it still ultimately boils down to a top ten (in no order, don't do that to me):

Kirk/Spock (Star Trek: TOS)

Eliot/Quentin (The Magicians)

Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian (The Untamed)

Kang Yohan/Kim Gaon (The Devil Judge)

Thor/Loki (MCU)

Holmes/Watson (Sherlock Holmes, Guy Ritchie films)

Lestat/Louis (Interview with the Vampire)

Shiro/Keith (Voltron)

[redacted] (redacted)*

Arthur/Merlin (Merlin)

Nowadays the big indicator that I don't just love a ship, I love a ship, is if I'm so compelled that I feel the urge to Make Something (huge mega ADHD bonus points if I actually do it), usually a fanvid or a fic. And that holds true for...yeah, 9/10 of these.

Every now and then I'll remember one of these and feel that obsessive urge to think about nothing else for like a month and fully re-immerse. But Gaywatch, writing, and DMing for my D&D group make that really difficult. They're always there, though, and if I can ever think of way to shove them into Gaywatch for the excuse to obsess I totally do. (Merlin, for example, came in a really strong second for a Patreon poll last year but didn't win. And I was like 'fuck it this is my house and I'll watch Merlin after the winner' because I'd been waiting actual years to watch it for the channel.)

So yeah, if any of these--even the First Five because I'm obnoxious--make it into Gaywatch content somehow, that is not an accident. (If you were looking for details about each one I'm legit not capable of that. It'd be paragraphs per ship at least and we'd never get out of here.)

*Redacted because purity culture froths at the mouth whenever this ship is so much as mentioned. If anyone ever asked me point-blank if I shipped this I'd tell the truth, but Tumblr specifically can make talking about the ship insufferable/impossible.

[wibblytimey]

Get to know me tag, I was tagged by @killyourrdarlingss 🫶🫶

Last song played: El Muchacho de los Ojos Tristes by Princess Liv

Favourite colour: Burgundy/wine red

Current Fave Characters: Rhys Strongfork (Borderlands), Rain Ghoul (Ghost), Kaien (Gothie’s OC), Billy Butcher (The Boys)

Currently Watching: The Boys season 4, veeeeery slowly

Last Movie Watched: uhhhhhhhh god I literally don’t remember. I’m not a big movie gal but give me a 4 hour YouTube video essay and I’m tucked down ready to go. Probably a kids movie I watched with my 5yo cousin tbh

Current Obsession: The course I’m studying on sustainability in the mining industry. Sounds kinda lame writing that out bc everyone’s is fandoms but it’s been so nice to get back into studying since finishing my degree. Also true crime and cryptozoology YouTube vids as always hehe

Last Thing Googled: Cover letter examples (lmao)

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[call-sign-shark]

I couldn't imagine a Peaky Blinders movie without Arthur Shelby, that's almost as incomprehensible as one without Tommy. He's such a defining part of the show since the very beginning, and the season 6 finale leaves his fate open enough to guess that there's more to come ... Really hope Paul's return to it will be confirmed soon!!

I 100% team up with you on this one, Nonny. Tbh I wouldn’t watch the Peaky Blinders movie if he is not in it, even with Cillian Murphy casted. It might sound harsh but I don’t care about Tommy and what happens to him, even if I like his character.

Also I remember liking the open-ended finale but I was genuinely pissed by the fact Arthur isn’t here during Tommy’s last speech??? I mean it doesn’t make sense??? Was Paul stuck in a traffic jam??Arthur is definitely an important part of the show. As Tommy said he’s an extension of him. It wouldn’t make sense to make a PB movie with no one but Tommy. 🥹 Wait and see!

[theoldlesbianwithcats]

As someone who never watched Portrait of a Lady on Fire because it looked dull and I’m kind of over the sanitized and demure ancient white women period dramas (would love to see some woc in the mix for once like at least that would be a new take on the genre) I would love to hear your thoughts. I feel like it’s probably a good movie but I just don’t care. Fell the same way about Carol too like where’s the mess and intrigue lol

For period drama with a woman of color, I remember enjoying Mystère à la Tour Eiffel (but I watched it a long time ago) and The Handmaiden (this one seems to get polarizing opinions from lesbians though haha)

I feel like Portrait tries too hard to be smart and artistic, as if Céline Sciamma wanted to create a piece to be studied in film analysis courses, you know? As a result I didn't find it very subtle nor enjoyable on that aspect. (Tbh, I don't really care about period dramas and my favorite genre is comedy, so I'm biased against it in the first place)

Like many lesbians, I didn't like the ending at all. To summarize the plot, Héloïse (Adèle Haenel) is forced by her mother to marry a man, but for that to happen the man has to receive a portrait of her, so she completely avoids getting painted. Her mother then leaves her on a small island with a "female companion", Marianne (Noémie Merlant) who, in reality, is a painter commissioned to secretly do Héloïse's portrait. They fall in love, obviously, but Héloïse ends up accepting getting painted because she feels like she has no other choice than to marry that man. Years later, Marianne sees a new portrait of her with a child (and a symbol that shows that Héloïse still thinks about her) and sees Héloïse crying at a classical concert that plays a piece Marianne once played for her.

Céline Sciamma is supposedly a real lesbian ffs! She said in interviews that she struggled with finding lesbian romance books when she was a teen! Why make her protagonist end up in a forced marriage to a man? (Said protagonist being played by her ex-girlfriend of all people, kinda creepy if you ask me)

About that ending, she said "I wanted to question what a happy ending is. We have the romantic-comedy philosophy – a frozen image of two people being together – and we also have the tragic ending. And I wanted neither. Why do we believe that eternal possession of somebody means a happy ending? Love educates us about art. Art consoles us from lost love. Our great loves are a condition of our future love. The film is the memory of a love story; it’s sad but also full of hope." What is full of hope (and not tragic) about knowing that the love of your life is doomed to be raped and forced to bear children 💀

If she wanted to write about lost love and bittersweet ending, she could have gone the classic "protagonist kills herself" route, the "protagonist bids farewell to her lover and disappears/becomes a nun" route or even the "in a desperate attempt to avoid forced marriage, the protagonist kills her mother and ends up in jail/executed" route (I know she wouldn't have done the last one because that kinda ruins the feminist sisterhood vibe of the movie)

Of course the best choice would have been "they make a makeshift raft and get the fuck out of that island while the mother's gone and they create a new life somewhere else", but that's just my opinion 😂

Anyway, if you haven't watched it already, I really recommend that SNL skit about lesbian period dramas with Kate McKinnon:

[quinnsbabygirl]

thank you for tagging me @xxbimbobunnyxx🥰 ALSO GIRL I LOVE WATCHING SIMS BUILDS TOO LIKE… IT’S RELAXING!

୨ৎ last song: foreplay by jalen santoy

୨ৎ fav color: black|red|pink

୨ৎ last book: don’t remember it’s been quite a while tbh

୨ৎ last movie: pixels😂

୨ৎ last tv show: currently watching degrassi for like the 10th time

୨ৎ sweet/spicy/savory: ALLLLLL🗣️ (although i can only handle so much spice now)

୨ৎ relationship status: in a relationship👻

୨ৎ last thing i googled: i don’t even remember tbh i think tracking for some shit i ordered

୨ৎ current obsession: drew starkey, nicholas chavez, biker men, ghostface, masked men in general yeaaaaaah

୨ৎ looking forward to: my next day off of work and second part of obx s4!🖤

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

IM SORRY FOR THIS IN ADVANCE

But boyfriend or roomate!spencer who accidentally got into the habit of stealing your panties🫣

OKAY LOVE YA CEEBS, BYE-🍓

akj;dsg fkj;as this got a lil out of hand OOPS PLS ENJOY

Thief

perv!roomate!spencer x fem!reader, smut 18+, 1.7k words CW: masturbation, degrading, annoyed!spencer, oral (m-recieving), unprotected piv (don’t forget to wrap it up pls), he's kinda a dick at the end tbh

This is the third week in a row that you’ve had to go out and buy more panties. You have no idea where they’re disappearing to, maybe the washer is eating them? Or the dryer? At least that’s what your roommate, Spencer, said.

It makes a little sense, especially since your washer and dryer are old as shit.

But it’s really annoying.

“Spence! I’m back!” you say as you open the door to your shared apartment. “I grabbed us some snacks for movie night tonight.”

You don’t hear him acknowledge you coming home but you don’t think anything of it. Until you walk towards your room and notice it’s propped open slightly when you remember closed it before you left.

You step in and notice some dirty laundry that was definitely in your hamper is now on the floor.

Odd.

“Hey Spence? You’re here right? Did you go through my laundry?” you ask at his door.

You hear a grunt or two from Spencer’s room before he responds, “one sec, I’m cleaning my room real quick.”

You wait patiently until his door opens and he pops his head out, “what’s up?”

“Did you go through my laundry? My door was closed when I left and it looks like my hamper was gone through?”

“Oh yeah, sorry you borrowed a shirt from me last week remember? I need it for work tomorrow so I grabbed it from your hamper so I could put it in my laundry load earlier.”

“Oh right right, makes sense,” you laugh. “Is your stuff out of the wash? I gotta put one in too.”

“Yup it’s out, I finished that all an hour ago.”

“Ok great! Thanks, I’m gonna start that, when do you wanna do dinner and our movie?”

“How about an hour or two? Maybe once you’re done with your load, that way there’s no background noice for us.”

“Sounds good to me,” you smile.

Spencer smiles back at you and you turn to get your laundry started, his door closing again echos behind you as you walk back to your room down the hall. You put your headphones in and start on your laundry and chores, so you don’t notice the moaning and grunting happening in the other room.

What you do notice though, is your favorite pair of black lace panties not being in your basket like they should be. And the only person who had been in your room, and your hamper, since this morning was Spencer.

Before thinking about any kind of repercussions, you stop the washer and barge into Spencer’s room, taking off your headphones as you enter.

“Did you take my panties?” you accuse, but your voice falls when you see and hear him.

“Fuck, ah, yeah y/n, yeah,” Spencer moans as he fucks his hand. You’re silent, mouth agape as you take in his long, thick cock and his hand with a familiar piece of fabric wrapped around it. His eyes are closed when he addresses you, his hand never stopping it’s movements. “Don’t you know how to knock?” he spits out.

“I-“

His eyes meet your own, “are you going to stand there and watch or-?”

You spin around. “I-I’m sorry. I-“

A deep moan interrupts your thought.

“Are you not going to stop? Do you have no shame?”

“You’re—fuck—you’re the one who barged in on me,” he says, a groan punctuating his statement.

“You stole my panties!” you huff, crossing your arms angrily.

The slick sound of his lubed up hand on his cock is making you wet, you clench your thighs together as you think about how big he was.

“Are you going to leave?”

“No I-I want my panties back.”

“Suit yourself,” he replies, you can feel the words laced with a grin. Behind you, he pumps his cock a few more times before moaning out your name and cumming in his hand, all over your panties. His bed creaks as he gets up, and you hear his footsteps move towards you.

Spencer’s arm stretches out beside you and holds out your cum covered black panties.

You turn around and are met with a smirking, and pants-less, Spencer. “Well?“ he questions, still holding your soiled panties out to you. “You wanted to wash them right?”

“You’ve been stealing my panties?”

“Yeah.”

You wait for a minute, patient for an apology that doesn’t look like it’ll come. “Are you not gonna apologize? Really?”

“Nah, I’m not sorry about it, I am annoyed that I got caught. I really thought you’d be out for longer,” he laughs to himself.

“Seriously, Spence?! You’re such a perv!”

“You’re the one who came in to my room without knocking, y/n,” he spits. “Where are your manners huh?”

You look down but Spencer grabs your chin harshly with his free hand. “Do I need to teach you some manners?”

His cock rests between the two of you, semi-hard. You clench your thighs, mouth watering.

You want this. God you want this. You wanted this shortly after Spencer agreed to lease your second bedroom when your last roommate left.

So you nod, and Spencer smiles. The smile turning into a chuckle when he drops your chin and tosses your panties into his own hamper.

“Manners, manners, manners, where to begin,” he teases. “How about, doing what you’re told? On your knees.”

You slink down onto your knees in front of him, his cock at eye level to you now.

“Good girl,” he smiles down at you.

Your palms rest on the tops of your thighs as you look up at him from your position.

“You’re a fast learner, huh?” He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before grabbing a handful of hair and yanking your head down so your mouth drops open in a groan. “Say ah.”

You stick your tongue out and say ah as he grasps his cock with his free hand and taps it on your awaiting tongue.

“Suck.”

And you do. Your lips wrap around his tip, tongue circling the sensitive head and you moan at the salty, perfect taste of him. You take him deeper into your warm, wet mouth and his head falls back in a groan, the hand in your hair gripping tighter as you bob on his cock.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that y/n,” he moans looking down to watch as his cock disappears in and out of your mouth. Your eyes are watering and there’s drool dripping out of the corners of your mouth as you look up at him with fucked out eyes.

You keep sucking, your tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his dick as you pull back to breathe. Your mouth comes off his cock with a pop and a trail of spit connecting you to him.

“Good girl,” he smiles as he combs a hand through your hair. “Up.”

You move to stand in front of him.

“Pants and panties off.”

You unbutton and unzip your pants, and shimmy them and your panties down your legs. He holds a hand out and you pick up and place your panties in his palm.

What you don’t expect is for him to bring them up to your own lips.

“Open,” he smirks.

And of course, you do, and he stuffs your panties in your own mouth before grabbing your wrists and bringing you towards his bed. He moves behind you, bends you over the side of his bed, pushing you down by the back of your neck. He smacks your ass, before slipping a hand between your thighs. His fingers slip through your pussy, “so wet for me.” He chuckles. “How long have you wanted this?”

So long,you try to say through your stuffed mouth. A moan starts deep in your throat when his deft fingers meet your clit. He flicks the bud back and forth, your legs quivering at his ministrations. His unoccupied hand squeezes your ass while the other shifts from your clit to your entrance and he pushes two fingers in. Another muffled groan leaves your throat as he pumps his fingers in and out and in and out.

You try and close your legs when he removes his hand but he keeps them open with his free hand. The one coated in your arousal grips his cock and strokes a few times before his tip meets your hole and he pushes in, roughly. He trusts in to the hilt, his balls slapping against your clit when he bottoms out with a groan of your name.

One hand goes back to the back of your neck and keeps you pinned in pace while he frantically pistons into you at a rough pace. “Fuckin, taking me like such a good girl huh?”

Your yes is muffled again, but you clench around him as he continues to thrust into you, the coil in your stomach tightens with every tap of his mushroom tip against that perfect spot inside of you.

He pauses, his dick pulsing in your warm sheath as he grabs a pillow and pulls your waist up slightly to place it under your hips. The new angle is too much for you. You snap, trying to cave in on yourself as Spencer continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, y/n. So-tight,” he huffs. He reaches up to you and pulls your panties from your mouth. “Wanna hear you this time.”

Your moans and fucks are audible now and grow louder when his hand finds your clit and starts to rub tight circles into it. The sound of your wetness, skin slapping skin and your quick, hot whines are the only thing the two of you can hear.

Your second orgasm hits like a train, your legs trembling, your mouth hung open in a silent scream of his name. Spencer pulls out of you and you whine at the loss. He picks up the wet panties that were previously in your mouth and wraps them around his dick. He fucks his hand while watching your release trail down your legs. A few strokes and he’s coming undone over you, his warm cum painting your back.

“God, that was good,” he laughs walking to drop another pair of abused panties into his hamper. “‘You gonna make sure to knock next time?”

“Mhm,” you whine into his bedspread. 

“Good.”

You hear his footsteps leave his room and you hear the bathroom door close and the shower start, all while you still lay, bent over his bed, ass in the air, cum dripping out of your cunt.

[harryforvogue]

Tbh i care a looot if its yas and harry🐒

okie here this is just for you <333 i just wrote it <333

***

Though Yasmine's complete attention is on the TV, she keeps tilting her head back to give Harry better access. Well, to give him better access for his kisses at least. She’s not letting him do anything else.

He’s got her trapped in his arms, and every single time his hands slide under her shirt, she sends him an icy look that has him retreating immediately. He gets the idea, really, it’s just that it’s so cute to see her with that signature frown and semi threatening eyes. It’s so adorable.

And he’s done it so many times that he’s chosen to stick to kissing her neck. At first, he started off with the slow pecks that were so tender, Yasmine relaxed into his arms as she continued to watch the movie (which, it’s necessary to add, is probably the fucking scariest horror film Harry’s ever seen). She held his hands in her lap and snuggled right up against him.

But then, one of Harry’s hands slid up her torso to rest against her jaw, and then his kisses became more severe, more passionate. He pressed himself against her, kissing her cheek not unlike the way he does when he really just wants to shut off his brain and make love to her.

The movie is loud on the screen, and they’ve shut all the lights, so at the first jumpscare and loud banging noise, Harry jumped, moving away from her. 

Yasmine, infuriatingly, only patted his knee absently and continued to watch the movie with wide, delighted eyes.

In return, Harry has been holding her tightly, so focused on just kissing her face because 1. it’s so cute how concentrated she is, and 2. because he thinks that despite her attention on something, he’ll still be able to divert her thoughts back to him.

And okay, his plan hasn’t been working great. Especially with the death glares she sends him when he plays with the hem of her shirt one last time. Obviously they both know he’s not going to take off her shirt, but he does want to touch her some more. He feels so needy, it should be embarrassing.

She leans her head back when he kisses across her throat, her breath catching (though he’s not sure if it’s because of him or because someone just got stabbed on screen). He pulls her tight against him so she’s practically in his lap, kissing over her jaw and cheek, all the way up to her temple, and then back down to the back of her ear. He could do this all day long and never grow tired, his only form of sustenance being the sound of his lips kissing his girl’s skin.

She’s holding his hands in her lap again, and occasionally she’ll make small noises in the back of her throat, so small that Harry wonders if he’s imagined it. He keeps kissing her, turning her jaw so he can kiss her lips softly, but briefly so she can turn back to the movie.

Half an hour into the movie, Yasmine whispers, “You know, I waited so long for this movie to start streaming.”

“Mhm.” He’s too busy right now.

“I didn’t see it in the theater. Do you remember why?”

“Too busy grading papers,” Harry says, recalling how he offered to grade half her class papers so she could go see the movie with a friend. She’d declined because she wanted to go see it with him.

“Right.” She sighs softly when Harry pushes her hair off her shoulder and bites down gently on her neck. “And now that it’s here– you… you’re…”

“I’m not doing anything,” Harry whispers, ignoring the sound of someone getting stabbed again on screen. “You know I don’t like horror movies. I’m just keepin’ busy.”

“You are…” She shudders when he kisses her throat again. “...such a baby.”

Harry’s grinning. “Am I?”

“You are.”

“Your baby?”

“Shut up.”

“Am I distracting you?”

“You always distract me.”

Harry pulls away and laughs softly. “How romantic of you.”

“Didn’t mean in a good way.”

“Shall I leave you to watch your movie in peace, my delightful little psychopath?” he murmurs, turning her head towards him. She looks at his lips, leaning in slowly. “I can go away.”

Her hands let his go and grab his shirt instead. “I will kill you if you leave,” she whispers. 

Yasmine kisses him to the sounds of someone dying in the movie, and when she pulls up for air, she’s glaring at him. “We’re finishing this movie tonight.”

“Understood,” Harry says, leaning in for another kiss. But she pulls away, returning to her original position. 

Harry smiles and kisses her head, then her forehead, her cheek, and the bridge of her nose. “I love you, Yas.”

He can see the corner of her mouth tick up just the slightest. “Yeah yeah. Keep yourself occupied.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiles, and then kisses her again.

[vaserlord]

It reminds me so much of middle school friendship diaries lmao. So sweet 😩

And since you tagged me, here we go. @bradleysass

***

Last song: funnily enough (or rather not) it’s Paris Paloma “Labour” (the cacophony version). Feel this one in my soul and bones.

Favorite colour: sage green. In my old apartment I painted all walls green, had green furniture and branches and flowers all over. Miss my old apartment 🥲

Last movie: well… I haven’t watched anything in a very long time tbh. But I think it was “Hidden Figures” on Netflix.

Last TV show: this one I do remember cause I’m still watching it and love it so far. “Money heist” also on Netflix. Professor there is just chef’s kiss.

Sweet/spicy/savoury: also quite a funny question. Mostly because I have certain foods that I eat and I just don’t eat anything else lol. I’m not a food adventurer at all and rarely try something new. But I do love all three types. It really depends more on the texture.

Relationships: single but not lonely lol. Well, sometimes. But relationships are to demanding in my opinion. Ideally I would be happy to have platonic soulmate to cuddle with and live together but like in non romantic way.

Last thing I goggled: Hitler art school. 😐 I wanted to make a joke and I was pretty sure it was art school in Vienna but wanted to make sure. I don’t usually google stuff about dictators (except Trump. Need to stay informed on that one).

Latest obsession: can’t say it’s the latest, because I bounce between my obsessions back and forth, but art and Tomarry (my sweet-sweet enemies to lovers).

Looking forward to: getting absorbed into a giant black hole in the center of our galaxy getting my masters degree and turning new apartment into forest. Again. I love my forest apartments.

***

I honestly have only one person to tag and it’s @oldangryslytherin. I’d love to know you more. If you want to, ofc.

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: Pregnancy, adult topics, cheating

I didn’t think I’d get so jealous. But it’s my own fault I would say. 😕Nobody forced me to come here, where my ex and his (Ex) -fiancée lived together...

Nico: Sorry. But I put away almost everything that was possible. Her furnishings I can’t just let disappear overnight.

Me: What?... Um, no! I-... I don’t mind those furniture she bought or all that stuff. It looks great. Tbh, this is perfect! I just wonder, why didn’t it look like this in our apartment back then? I couldn’t even buy a new couch, without you starting to discuss with me. But you allowed her to change everything here.

Nico: Didn’t you listen to me a few mins ago? She bought all this shit here without my permission. I had no idea about it! I was playing soccer abroad. And you got a new couch back then. Just remember how many times I painted the walls for you. Hm?

Me: All this here looks pretty expensive, compared to our apartment. I kind of feel like she’s.... like Isabella.🤑

Nico: Isabella?... Hell, no! ..And she’s not wealthy like Isabella, if that’s what you wanted to know. Actually, she’s like.... you. Self-conscious, anxious, indecisive, a bit shy and.... sad. 🫤

Me: You must have a weakness for depressed women, ha?

Nico: You know what I meant. But she's not hooked, she has other serious..... issues. Just she’s not as cute and hot as you are to me.

Me: Yea, sure.... I just don’t understand why you moved in with her? I mean, you have a house! A pretty big one! An apartment was not really necessary. 🤨

Nico: Excuse me?.. Why would I live with my mother? You and P. also had plans to move together. Why is it allowed for you, but not for me?... Yes, he told me you chose him, when I visited him at his fucking college. So I had to move away, to avoid the two of you! But this here isn't her place. I was here before she and I got....well, serious.

Me: Sorry. I didn’t mean to. And I didn’t really choose Philip. I thought I had it, but.... no. I lied to him and myself. I always felt bad about you and he too! That’s why it was so easy for me to fall in love with Daniel. Frankly... I was glad that it was over with Philip. I didn’t want anything to do with you two, after I was with him abroad. 😒

Nico: That wasn't my fault, his ... Natasha bitch. I never did such a shit to you. But to be clear, I’m not blaming you for my own mistake! I’m sorry I asked you to sleep with him. I never admitted it, but.. the first time I saw you & him together,..... I wanted to kill P. ... Yea, now it’s out. I was jealous. Even though that damn thing was my fucking idea.🤷‍♂️

Me: And still, you insisted that I continue.......Hm? You know? But that spa-weekend was pretty nice. We should definitely repeat this. Just the two of us, of course!! Without Philip...... So sorry, N.

Nico: And I'm sorry for being crazy. I was so stupid to share you with Philip and pass between the two of us. I thought that would help you and I trusted P. Never thought he’d take you away from me. I was sure you would choose me if necessary.

Me: I chose you, but I couldn’t tell anyone. I didn't want to hurt P., so I went nuts and told my Dad.🤦‍♀️I told him the last 3 weeks alone with P. were hard. He locked me up not to relapse... and that you couldn't leave me alone, bcs I started using. I said all this to him... I wanted my Dad to get me out of that mess. Not really, I just didn't know what to do?...I was so unhappy bcs you had to go back to Italy. And at the same time afraid to lose P. But my crazy Dad sent you away, not Philip.

A bit later....

Nico: That movie sucks, babe. You really wanna keep watching this crap?... I’d rather continue with you.😏

Me: I gotta tell you something... Something serious. (🍼🤰 )

Nico: Daniel?? 🙄

Me: Agh, no... Anyway, let's talk later. I want you, too N.

Nico: From now on, you stay with me.

Me: She didn't even really move out here.... but I'd love to stay with you. 🩷

Nico: Then you stay, babe. No time to waste. I have so many plans for you. But most importantly, you divorce Daniel.

Me: This time, I’m not questioning what you’re up to.. I’ll do whatever you want. Besides, I have plans for you too. (😬🍼) And Daniel took off anyway. He doesn't want me.

Nico: His mistake, my gain. Such an moron!

And that's N.'s (ex-) fiancée. Stephanie.🤨 Don’t worry, she didn’t catch us in bed!!! But she was there! I didn’t see her myself the moment she came. I was sleeping. Nico was up. She came by to pick up her stuff, he thought. But she also wanted to talk to him and did not intend to leave. He didn’t tell her I was in his bedroom, he just asked her to leave. Nico told me she was crying and wearing... sleepwear?

He seemed worried and was somehow.... weird to me after she showed up at his place. I had the feeling, he didn’t want me anymore? 😞 All though a few hours ago, he wanted me to stay with him. He wanted me to move in with him. You know? However, I asked him to drive me home to my parents. I had to change & shower, so yea, he dropped me at my parent's house and said, that he would pick me up in 2 hours. I was so relieved that he wanted to come back. I was afraid to lose him a second time. Besides, I was pregnant. I mean, I haven’t taken a test yet, but I just knew it. Something changed in my body, I could literally feel it. It was like the last time I was pregnant. And btw, I told Nico what happened to me last year, about this whole annoying issue with my contraception. He reacted totally relaxed. He said, if I want a baby, he wouldn’t use protection. I really didn’t expect that!! 😲 I knew Nico never wanted to have children. At least not at this point. I was about to tell him, I was very likely pregnant, but I wanted to take a test first, to be absolutely sure!! I was so happy about N.’s composure on this subject. I already imagined our future with our Baby and all this. 🩵 Just as I mentioned before, the next morning, all this seemed to be in danger, bcs of that girl, Stephanie. 😓

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[tangential-hooligan]

“10 People I’d Like To Get To Know Better” tag game!!

Got tagged by @agent-gladhand 💖

Last Song: luther by Kendrick Lamar (what can I say? I’m weak to love songs 🥺)

Fav Color: My favorite color is #FFD9DA! (The exact shade of pink that makes up my fursona’s main fur color💖)

Last Book: Ough, this is a hard one actually… I think the last book I tried to read was Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer. (I did not get very far tbh. My attention span is shot these days. 😩)

Last Movie: This is also a hard one cause I’m actually not much of a movie person. I think the last movie I watched was the Polar Express, and that was because we had a watch party in the discord server. (I do have movies on my watch list though. I need to watch all the Sonic movies still. lol)

Last Game: Disco Elysium! (My game crashed on me though so I need to redo some stuff. Harrier Du Bois is the most pathetic, unfuckable person I have ever seen and he fascinates me. And Kim💖✨)

Last Show: That would be American Dad. (My brother and I usually try to make at least one meal at home together and thats our brainless just-put-it-on-and-eat watch😭 I still need to watch Dandadan too… WEEPS!!)

Spicy/Sweet/Savory: This is the hardest pick, cause I like all of these! But rn… I have a craving for something juicy and savory. (I should get steaks one day. As a treat. 🥺👉👈)

Relationship: Nope! I don’t really roll like that 😭 (I got too many issues to name and list to get into here, but most importantly I’m kinda on the aroace spectrum somewhere…? I have to look into it before I decide on a label of some kind.)

Last Internet Search: Can’t share that cause it’ll dox me 😭😭😭😭 (I look up the closing and opening time of places a lot and I couldn’t remember if I paid the water bill so I was looking up the hours of my town’s city hall. Bro says he thinks I paid it already, but I could have sworn that was last month’s bill… I’m a silly beast lol)

Tags if you wanna play: @tjs-stuffs @drag0n0fbutt3r @sapphirecereal and any of my mutuals that see this that wanna join in! (I’d like to see what y’all say 🥺💖)

[shortdalee]

10 things for 10 people you'd like to know better

Thank you for tagging me @sinvulkt and for explaining in your tags why you did, I was very “?? who is this, what’s going on?” when I saw the notification.

last song: I usually play songs in the background as I work, so I don’t always pay attention to what I’m listening to. I think the last song I remember having on loop was “Truth About You” by Mitchell Tenpenny?

I like the… wordplay? If that’s what it’s called?

last book: Like. Book book or “any kind of story” book? If it’s the latter, Dandere General and his Lord by Gong Xinwen. Finished the translations that’re available, will probably read the MTL’ed raws later.

If it’s the former, The Interpreter by Kim Suki apparently.

But that’s for the books I finished. I’ve others I’m currently in the process of reading.

last movie: I don’t remember, tbh. Not a huge movie person. Maybe The Old Guard? Back in like. 2022? (As in when I watched it, not when it came out.)

Or may be Mad Max: Fury Road? I’m like. 60% sure it was one of those two, I just can’t remember which I watched last between them.

last tv show: The Equalizer. It’s like Leverage but more focused on the violence and less on the cons and with a more intersectional lens than the class lens that Leverage, from what I recall, focuses on.

Also, violent, combat-proficient women (of color).

Also, Queen Latifa.

sweet/savory/spicy: Spicy, hands-down, no hesitation. Can I handle it? No. Will I still raze my tongue for it? Yes.

relationship status: *waggles eyebrows* is this an offer? (Not you, @sinvulkt, I respect your answer. 😌)

last thing I googled: The song title up top. I remembered the song title but not the dude’s name, just that I was pretty sure it was Mitchell.

current obsession: Chinese webnovels, actually. Been binging several of them and even opened a Novel Updates and a JJWXC account.

Haven’t yet opened an account to read Korean webnovels, though. That there’s multiple sites kinda stymied me.

looking forward to: In the interest of not saying anything depressing “as a joke” so as to not sabotage my own mental health, the next chapters of The Transmigrator’s Cultivation by Fallen Clothing Becomes Fire and rereading Straw Hat Lamb’s After Picking up the Fallen Female Zerg General. With the former, the MC and ML are finally about to reunite. With the latter, I really liked the dynamic between the MC and ML and how the they helped each other heal and overcome their respective trauma. It felt like both the MC and the ML develop and grow throughout the story, which I don’t often see.

By the time this posts, though, I’ll probably have already read them.

(Tagging peeps under the cut but not ten because don’t got the social energy for that.)

@insecateur

@eggsac

@raett97

@callunavulgari

[vintage-mama]

hi mama! how are you? i hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself.

it's snowing where i live today, which is very rare. the last time i remember having snow i was around 2 years old (physically)

were supposed to get a good accumulation of 3-5 inches! very exciting. its a little sad tho because i came down with a cold yesterday, and im feeling yucky today.

do you like Elvis Presley? he is/was one of my favorite musicians, and i love watching his movies :)

-🐑🎀

Mama’s so happy that you’re getting snow Honey! It snows a LOT here so I don’t know what it’s like to jot experience it tbh since I’ve lived here my whole life.. but I am taking care of myself! Mama even found her glasses last night which is always good! Im sorry you’re feeling yucky Dear:( Mama would tuck you into bed and cuddle with you if she could! And for the Elvis question, I do like Elvis but I’ll admit I don’t listen to him as much as I want to! But Mama’s gonna tell you a little secret.. I already added two Elvis songs to the playlist I’m making.. but don’t tell anyone! He also covered one of Mama’s favorite artist -Carl Perkins- songs which is Blue Suede Shoes!