#I need to remove her mom from social media I know I do

[azulpitlane]

we can't be friends l fc43

summary: after a drunk hookup with your best friend, franco, you find out he has a girlfriend, leaving you alone and pregnant

song inspo: ₊‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊‧₊

masterlist part two

yourusername

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yourusername summers almost gone :(

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user franco being on this three times🤨

user prettiest girl

francolapinto THE LAST PHOTO??

yourusername your mom just showed it to me last night and we laughed for like 5 mins

francolapinto te odio😐

yourusername 😘

user i am once again asking for you two to admit youre in love with each other

user chat why is nobody freaking out? this feels like a soft launch

user noooo they've been best friends since they were kids, they always post like this

user man i wish this was a soft launch, they need to get together already

user drop the photo franco was taking omg

user childhood bffs to lovers trope about to go crazyy

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yourusername posted stories

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user winning the idgaf war ily

user wheres franco?

user i can finally call u my favorite wag!!

user we know ur dating franco just hard launch already😩

user we better see you at the australia gp!!!

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f1gossip

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f1gossip Looks like we were wrong about Franco dating his best friend, Y/n Y/l/n. He was spotted leaving the Australian GP holding hands with another woman and according to sources closer to him, he's been seeing this woman for a few weeks now.

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user please say sike rn

user NOOOOOOOOOO

user franco you had ONE JOB

user he really made f1twt freak out over nothing

user wait a damn minute- if they've been dating for weeks, does that mean he cheated on her with y/n????

user honestly i support that.

user or maybe y/n and franco really are just friends🤷‍♀️ they never confirmed anything

user y/n deserves better bye

user whys this making me mad, i need to touch grass i fear

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f1gossip

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f1gossip Following rumors about a love triangle with best friend, Franco Colapinto, Y/n has removed followers and gone private on all social medias.

Franco and his family were removed as followers as well.

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user so this basically confirms the rumors, franco is a two timer.

user she also blocked franco😭 shes no longer tagged on any of his posts

user how did we go from thinking they were dating to this...

user removing his family is crazyyyy considering she grew up with them but you do you girl

user i was one of the followers removed💔

user girl we were all removed, im gonna miss her💔

user imagine dropping your lifelong best friend for some random 30 year old woman i-

user poor girl, seems like she just wants to be left alone

f1gossip yup. this is probably our last post about her! the franco and y/n lore was fun while it lasted

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yourusername one last night in argentina🩵

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yourbff posting yourself drinking out of a wine glass then the next slide being a baby announcement is hilarious

yourusername OMG IT WAS JUST SPARKLING WATER I SWEAR!!

user STOP IM GONNA MISS U SO BAD

user wdym my favorite blonde and brunette duo are leaving me🥲

yourmom ya te extraño♥️ i already miss you

yourusername mamiii te visitare todo el tiempo🥹 ill visit you all the time

user this baby is gonna have the coolest mom ever <3

user motherhood already looks good on u baby

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notes: i hit my image limit so ill end it here ig. also i just realized it sounds like im giving the reader a lesbian arc towards the end omg didnt mean to do that. anddd as always this is not proofread lol

[akawifeyy]

risk! | smau & fic (FC43)

description: franco colapinto is a playboy — everyone knows that — but he does have some boundaries that he’s unwilling to cross. that is, until he meets you. the younger sister of oscar piastri. then he’s willing to risk it all.

tropes: forced proximity, mutual love, forbidden romance, age gap (18 and 21), op81 sister!reader!

face claim: gracie mckenna

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing

| note: this is a combination between a smau and a fic, meaning that some social media snippets are mixed throughout, along with blocks of prose. hope you enjoy!

tagged: @ williams, @ francolapinto, @ f1

comments (2718):

@ user1: this is so ridiculous, he's literally just being used to get girls to watch F1 🙄

-> @ user2: I agree, he can't even drive

@ user3: CONGRATS FRANCOOOO #argentina 🇦🇷

@ williams: We're so grateful to have Franco on our team, and can't wait to see what he will achieve in these upcoming races!

Melbourne, Australia (2025)

There was no way you could ever do this. Get in a tiny metal race car and go spinning around in circles against nineteen others for almost two hours? That was a tall order for anyone, yet your brother always exceeded expectations. You watched him glide through the track, his papaya car shedding sparks as he pushed the engine to the max. He was incredible, carefully looping around and setting records.

It was his home race; nothing lesser would have been expected. Oscar needed to excel, to survive against the pressure. Over the past few weeks, it was like he was glued to the sim, practicing this circuit repeatedly, making sure every movement was executed flawlessly. This was the final countdown: FP2, meaning that in less than a day, Oscar's skills would be put to the test.

Behind you, your best friend Georgia, wolf-whistled. Lando Norris, Oscar's teammate, had just entered the paddock. His curly hair was obscured by his classic neon-green helmet, his race suit hanging loose around his waist. "I'm so ready..." You heard him say to Zach, and then you turned your attention back on Oscar, who was on his final practice lap.

The car moved around as if it were a dagger, slicing through the track like the weapon it was. When he finally slowed to a halt, you rushed to meet him. He exited the car, removing his helmet, chest heaving with exertion. "Hey, Y/N," he said, smiling.

"Hi, Osc! You did amazing!"

He flushed, not one for compliments. "Sure. Where's Mom?"

"I think she went inside because it was too hot. I'll go get her," you said brightly, trailing after him.

Oscar shook his head. "It's OK, don't worry. Stay out here a bit, I think Lando's about to go on."

"I don't really care about him," you blurted. "I was waiting until you were done to go walk around the track."

Oscar raised one eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Even though you were younger than him by only five years, he acted like you were still a child. You were eighteen, and just one semester away from going to uni! You wouldn't have constant supervision there.

"Mom said I could," you pouted. "You're not in charge of me, I'm an adult now."

"Yeah, but you can't read a map, and you're naive," Oscar pointed out. "You trust everyone."

You gave him a look. "Like that's a bad thing. Anyways, I'll see you later!"

Oscar hugged you quickly, his eyes watching you concernedly, and you rushed off to explore the circuit.

Melbourne, Australia (2025 / continued)

You exited the McLaren paddock, tugging off your jacket and tying it around your waist securely. It had been a while since you'd been able to go to a Grand Prix; your parents hadn't let you because of all your studies. But this was Oscar's home race, and it was monumental. After months of arguing (and failed attempts at bribery), you'd finally convinced them to let you tag along.

The sun beat down on you, warming you from head to toe. It felt nice to finally feel a bit of a breeze, since you'd been cooped up in your room all week, prepping for your finals.

As you wandered through the grounds, you watched as fans cheered for their favorite drivers. You saw a few Australian flags here and there. One even had Oscar's face on it, next to a koala on a eucalyptus tree and a kangaroo, and you laughed.

You passed the Mercedes and Haas motor homes, where you saw Kimi Antonelli and Ollie Bearman talking. They were close to your age, and potential friends, but whenever you tried to talk to them, Oscar ushered you away.

"They're guys. And F1 drivers. They can't be trusted," he told you.

You rolled your eyes. "So that means I can't trust you."

Eventually, you found yourself in the Williams paddock, watching as they prepped the car for its final practice before the race. A man with the most attractive dimples you'd ever seen was talking animatedly with his race engineer, discussing potential strategies.

You were enthralled by his lilting accent, caught on every word and phrase. He finished with the race engineer and turned to his car, but then he stopped, noticing your presence.

You were wearing a bright orange blouse, and the jacket wrapped around your waist had Oscar's number on it, immediately incriminating you.

"Hello there," the man said, a grin dancing on his lips. "I'm Franco. And you are?"

Seven words, and you were hooked.

Text messages between Oscar and Y/N (2025):

@ yourusername: home is where the heart is 🩷

tagged: @ oscarpiastri, @ f1

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@ yourbffusername: had sooo much fun w you!

-> @ yourusername: i love being with youu

@ oscarpiastri: I already miss it

-> @ yourusername: go kick ass in china 😼

@ user4: Just dropped to my knees in the middle of the grocery store. She's just that beautiful

Two weeks after the Melbourne Grand Prix

You flopped down on your bed, feet kicked up in the air as you texted none other than Franco, the same driver you'd met in the Williams paddock. He was funny and flirtatiously silly, but he was smart too. You had a lot of conversations about your upcoming university days, and he gave great advice on the topic.

"You don't always have to listen to your brother," he texted you a few nights after you'd met. "You're your own person, cielo."

You two had bonded over your mutual love of horse riding, a hobby of yours that you were trying to continue despite all the stress of the past year. Franco sent you a few photos of his horse, and one where he was shirtless. You spent more time ogling that picture than you'd care to admit.

Talking to Franco was therapeutic, and you didn't want to hide the blossoming friendship (or more?) that you two had. But you knew how overly protective Oscar was of you. You didn't want to spark a rivalry that could play out poorly on track. It wasn't worth the drama.

You weren't going to avoid telling your brother forever, but you wanted to wait a while to make sure that you didn't give him an aneurysm for nothing. Franco had a reputation as a playboy, like all other F1 drivers, but he was still young and a rising star. He could be using you — at least, that's what the little voice in the back of your mind warned. It spent too much time listening and believing everything Oscar had told you.

There was a knock on your door, and you jumped, turning the screen off so that no one could see the conversation you'd been having.

I've never met a girl like you before.

You're my princesa, you know that? All pure and perfect. I wonder how long it would take for me to absolutely ruin you.

"Dinner's ready," your mother called through the door.

"Thanks, I'll be there in a minute!" you responded. Once you heard her footsteps recede, you texted Franco that you had to leave, and hurried outside, your cheeks blushing red.

@ francolapinto: ¡P8 en el Gran Premio de China! Es muy emocionante ver todo el progreso que ha logrado Williams. Estoy agradecido de ser parte de este equipo. ¡Hasta la próxima carrera!

(P8 in the Chinese Grand Prix! Very exciting to see all the progress Williams has made, I'm grateful to be part of this team. Until next race!)

tagged: @ williams, @ f1

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@ user11: Amazing work, Franco!

@ yourusername: podium coming when???

-> @ francolapinto: Soon 😏

Text messages between Franco and Y/N (2025):

The Confrontation:

You fidgeted under Oscar's heavy stare. Even through a phone screen, his brown eyes pierced you. "I need to tell you something, but you can't flip out, OK?" you said.

"Oh God, what did you do now?" Oscar responded, preparing for the worst.

You shook your head, putting your palms up in a gesture of surrender. "Nothing bad! I swear!" You hesitated. "Well...I've been talking to someone. A guy, for a bit now."

Oscar sucked in a breath. "Not Lando."

Your jaw dropped. "Absolutely not."

"Good. Who is it, then?"

You closed your eyes, praying to God that Oscar wouldn't explode from anger. "Um...Franco?" You waited for the name to register.

Oscar blinked. "The new Williams driver?"

You nodded. "Yeah, that's who it is."

"That's who you chose?"

"Yeah?" you questioned, cocking your head to the side in confusion. "Is there something I should know? I mean, other than the fact that he's a supposed playboy and —"

"— He's fine, I suppose," Oscar mused under his breath. "Just be careful, alright?"

You froze in shock. "Yeah, I will be. Thanks for not freaking out."

"You're eighteen, I can't stop you from being romantically interested in someone. All I ask is that you don't engage in activities that should be done after marriage." Oscar pursed his lips. "I love you, Y/N. I'm always looking out for you."

"I know, and I'm thankful. You're the best older brother in the world."

@ francolapinto: Felices tres meses para mi hermosa novia, Y/N. Gracias por escucharme hablar y estar siempre ahí, incluso en los momentos más difíciles. Hasta pronto, corazón mío.

(Happy three months to my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N. Thank you for listening to me speak and always being there, even in the most difficult moments. See you soon, my heart.)

tagged: @ yourusername

comments (5895):

@ user11: I KNEW IT 🥳🥳🥳

@ user12: we weren't delusional guys!!!!!

-> @ user7: I love clowning and then being right

@ yourusername: hard launchhhh ‼️

-> @ yourusername: love you so much franco, i don't know what i would do without you!

-> @ francolapinto: Muchos besos, mi amor 💋

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[vesseloflukola]

Privacy and Misdirection

So, the last few days have been interesting. As you know, we have not received much of substance from our main characters (Luke and Nicola) for some time now. Nic used to give us a lot more crumbs. We even got some crumbs from Luke (IMO those crumbs were mainly because of the influence of Nic).

I believe Nic and Luke have been together for a very long time, and have been using the adjacent’s as cover for their relationship. The crumbs were for those of us who have always seen their connection and refuse to leave the ship.

However, I think some Lukola shippers may be too close to the detailed truth of their relationship for their liking. I think that is why the misdirection by them and their friends started. I think they first used misdirection to confuse fans (and possibly paparazzi) as to where they actually were, so they could get some privacy. I think they have further used some misdirection by friends and family to confuse fans about their relationship.

Over the weekend, we had someone post a screenshot from a public Facebook page of a distant relative of Luke’s, where she asked about going to Cyprus in October and asked if the weather would be good and Luke’s mother answered that Luke’s girlfriend is from there and she said it’s the perfect time to go.

This is such a red herring to me. It’s odd to me that someone is stalking Luke’s extended family member’s so closely. It’s interesting that a family member, who just happens to have a public profile, also just happens to ask about Cyprus. Then, his mom happens to comment four days later and mention something on social media that Luke has never claimed? If Luke WAS dating Antonia, his mother would know his stance about not putting his relationship on SM and I don’t think she would casually do so herself. I think she would privately message this family member through messenger or text. I personally think the initial ask and the answer four days later by Luke’s mom was planned. Then, I think they made sure that someone knew how to find it, so that it would make it’s way to the fandom. I think Luke’s mom then going back to remove her comment just added fire to the flames.

Now on to today’s picture “leak” from Deuxmoi. I have alway’s believed that Jake is Nicola’s gay bestie. My opinion on that has never changed. They share much love…as friends. I believe he has also helped Nic and Luke a lot as cover for their relationship when needed. These pictures of the two of them look SO joyful. They look like pictures of two best friends up to no good. I definitely get that way with my best friend when we are being mischievous. We become giddy and giggly.

I have always believed what Nic has told us…that she likes to keep her romantic relationships private. I don’t believe for a minute that she decided on a whim to change her mind about that, especially since she has been more in the lime light over the last year. I believe that would cause her to cherish her privacy even more.

I think part of keeping her privacy IS the misdirection right now. I don’t know if the pictures that came out today were planned or if she saw someone taking pics and they decided to play things up, but regardless, they were having fun, being goofy, and telling the story they wanted to tell.

I believe there are probably some big changes coming for Nic and Luke. I think they might be more private in the near future. I hope they do decide to launch soon and in the best way for them when they are ready. I, like many others, think it would be such a sweet reveal if they were to do a Shondaland Friend’s to Lover’s special where they tell us they are together, but I will take what they decide to give us. For now, I will celebrate their past and future projects, be happy with all the interview’s and pictures we have received of them, and wish them both happiness and success.

Mischievous Besties:

The cutest couple:

[slaveofimagination]

Hi, I've 27 cats and I need your help

My name is Dani, I'm 32, and I live in the northeastern region of Brazil with my 27 cats. I never planned to have this many animals—it was never a goal—but it happened. As overwhelming as it is to be responsible for so many lives, I don’t regret it. They are my family.

All of them are well-fed, spayed, vaccinated, and living happy lives. I’m fortunate enough to afford premium cat food and vet care when needed. My mom—a saint—helps me with the daily responsibilities of caring for them.

At the end of January, we discovered a lump on the breast of one of our cats, Luna (7 y.o.), who is very skittish and barely lets us touch her. We immediately took her to an oncology vet. She underwent a full mastectomy, and the biopsy revealed an aggressive type of cancer. Fortunately, her lungs and other organs remain unaffected, but cancerous cells are still present, so we are searching for the best chemotherapy protocol for her.

(Luna)

I managed to cover the costs of Luna’s treatment with the help of a few friends, but while checking our other female cats (15 in total), my mom noticed tiny lumps on our oldest ones, Naya and Lola (14 and 12 y.o.). The lumps were barely noticeable, but cytology results suggest breast cancer, meaning they will need the same surgery as Luna. I’m terrified about how I’ll be able to afford their surgeries and ongoing treatment.

You may think I’m irresponsible, and maybe I am. But I’ve done my best to help stray cats find homes in a small town where many people see them as treacherous and untrustworthy. Some of them weren't chosen and stayed with me. Most of my income goes toward my cat's care, and I don’t regret it. They are a fundamental part of the family I’ve built—a small microcosm of joy and love that my mom and I have created.

Each surgery costs 1,720 BRL. The vet explained that he will remove one side of each cat’s mammary chain, send the tissue for analysis, and, depending on the results, may need to remove the other side. This means I might have to pay up to 6,680 BRL, which is more than my entire monthly income. On top of that, I still have to cover Luna’s chemo and medication for both Lola and Naya.

(Lola and Naya)

I’m exhausted from asking for money on social media, from enduring the judgment of those who don’t see my cats as important, and from hearing people say I should have chosen euthanasia. I feel like some believe I deserve to suffer for having this many animals.

I always strive to pay for all my animals' treatments without asking for help because they are my responsibility. If I’m reaching out now, it’s because I can’t do it alone. I decided to seek international donations because our currency is weak, and it might be easier to raise funds in stronger currencies. Back in 2021, I needed help for another cat, Ares, when I could barely afford to support myself, and the Tumblr community was there for me. I'm not proud to ask you guys help once again, but I don't see what else can I do.

If you’d like to help me provide the treatment my girls need, here’s my PayPal e-mail: prandidaniela@yahoo.com.br. If you do, please feel free to send me a DM or an email so I know who you are—only if you're comfortable, of course. If you're brazilian, send me a DM and I'll share my banking info.

Below, I will share Lola’s and Naya’s cytology results, the estimated surgery costs to prove my case. If you’d like to video call me or receive the original PDFs for translation, or other results/costs, just send me a DM. I have nothing to hide and will be as transparent as possible.

Thank you so much for reading.

(Luna as a kitten, after I've found her on the streets)

Naya's cytology results:

Lola's cytology results:

Luna's byopsy:

Surgery budget (unilateral mastectomy):

[ear-splitting-silence]

This blog might not reach anyone, but isn't that the whole point of tumblr? Reaching out without the reassurance that anyone is there to take your hand?

Heavy way to start the intro, but here we go:

My name is Ren, I am thirteen (the minimum age to be on Tumblr, you can look it up and not try to get me banned), almost fourteen, and so tired of not being able to say anything about what is going on in the world around me.

If you are also a minor, or just another soul thinking the same things, this is a place for you. :)

After everything that's happened recently, I need somewhere that I am safe to talk about everything that's happening, unfiltered, from my own perspective as a child.

I am terrified.

My story:

I came out to my mom two months ago, knowing I'd be welcomed with open arms. She, and one other friend, are the only ones to know about my identity as a genderqueer person. No one else. I, like everyone else my age, do not feel understood by most of the people around me. I feel as though they are all just willing to watch this go down, not thinking to do anything because we are still kids. I feel incredibly powerless, but I'm pretty sure the rest of the U.S. that doesn't lack common sense feels the same.

I have always been a big fan of social justice. I've never understood any kind of discrimination. I never will. I am so sick of taking the backseat with everyone else in my life, trying to keep scrolling on social media or doodling eyes in my math book when all of this is happening.

My friend called me, terrified, telling me that deportations have started in our state. She told me her parents didn't have papers, and that she was scared of something happening to them.

Can you imagine that? A thirteen year old girl, just trying to go about her daily life when she finds out that she might have to let go of her parents?

Can you imagine me, just a child, drawing and listening to my favorite music when I find out that protections for my community and those who share my identity are being removed (if not already in some states)?

Can you imagine my closest friend, an eleven-year-old who won't know, just as I will not, teenage years without discrimination?

Can you imagine what has become and what will become of these children, regardless of identity, of sexuality, of color---can you imagine what will happen to us?

I don't understand why no one is doing anything. Why anyone in my school thinks that they can go on with their days, with their lives, pretending there is nothing to be done? I believe in making a change, despite my age, despite the faith others have around me.

So, here's my start. I hope this finds the right people.

[venting-into-the-very-void]

I have some complicated feelings for one really important person in my life, and I can't figure out what is happening. So, journaling my thoughts it is.

Also, I'm going full neutral on context.

Ok, let me just put this out. I love this person. Like, love love. I can't bear to live without them. They are my whole world, even the thought of them not existing scares my heart. Words couldn't describe the depth of feelings I feel for this person, for all the time I've spent with them. And I know they have the same feelings for me. They couldn't breathe for a moment when we're away from each other, and I speak from experience.

I know my feelings for this person haven't lessened in intensity, for I still cry for their undivided time and attention. I demand from them, like they can demand from me.

But, I don't know why, my feelings are getting convoluted, corrupted in a way. I can't live without them, but I can't seem to live with them either. I feel suffocated sometimes. I want them with me, but I also want space.

The reason I write this is because of one observation, about my many daydreams.

Ok, a bit of context here. So, in the book 'The Sea of Monsters', when Annabeth and Percy encounter the sirens, Percy sees Annabeth's wishes/hallucinations. She sees, by her hubris, all the things and relationships she wanted to fix: her mom, dad, Like, Thalia, Olympus. Percy was upset she didn't see him, for they were each other's friends. But here's the thing. She didn't see him because she never felt that their relationship had to be fixed, right? She saw him as the one person she still had, whom she could always rely on being there. This person is my Percy, if I were Annabeth.

My stories, characters have all the people I never want in my life, who I've broken ties with, and I fix the relations in my stories that can never be fixed. The characters have a father, siblings which I never had, stories I wanted in my life once upon a time, dreams I have given up on. But never did I have this relationship in my stories. Why would I need it, if it never needed any fixing?

But now, our relation is in the stories. And this scares me. I don't want to ruin our bond of love.

I've considered doing everything to stop this. I want to leave social media, leave Tumblr, leave writing, anything just to keep our love intact, anything to remove that particular relation from my stories. Maybe this is just a trick of my mind, maybe I'm overthinking this. There's nothing inherently wrong with us, so why?

They went through some terrible things recently. I supported them before, but am I becoming too weak now? Am I escaping from my responsibility, and just blaming it on this person who has suffered so much? I'm being a toxic person for them, and I want to change this.

I demand too much. I make them do too much. I ask and ask, and give nothing in return, just whine. I'm the wrong one, so why am I complaining? Why am I the one whose story you hear? Why can't I just tell them what I'm thinking? I don't want to break their heart, their trust upon me, but am I not doing that already?

Please, I need to do something about this, and I don't know what. I want to stop thinking that we need to maintain a distance, because that would shatter both of us.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for not giving someone the wifi password and not telling my parents about it when they asked?

this happened a while ago and ik it sounds trivial but i feel so damn guilty and i just need to know if i did something wrong (fake names used ofc)

so about seven or eight months ago a friend of mine (liz, 16f at the time, now 17) was brought to our house. child protection services had taken her and her two brothers (they're all adopted, but one of the boys is her biological brother, who i'll call james) from their parents because the boys did something to their neighbor's dogs and were found wandering all over town at night. i'm not sure exactly what as i've never been told, but i deeply suspect it was something sexual. i'm not sure. about a week before this, my friend's dogs were brought over here, again because cps wanted them removed.

so my friend is now staying with me (16f) and my twin sister sister (anna). we have a large "closet" that is really more of an attic than anything, so we put liz in there because our house is small and we didn't want her sleeping on the couch.

for about a month, things went pretty well. we had a good time! we hung out a lot, and she told me about some volunteer firefighting she did, and also some farming stuff she did with her adoptive uncle (this is important for later). but she had a secret cellphone (her parents weren't big on cellphones and they were kinda strict) that she used to do social media behind their backs. most importantly, she was talking to an older guy (axel, 28m) via snapchat. anna and i have autism and adhd and are kinda clueless about some things, so we didn't think it was such a big deal at the time. so when she asked for the wifi password, i thought nothing of it. one day when my mom asked if she had a phone, i told her no bc liz asked me not to tell my parents and i thought being loyal to her was the right thing

well, one day, liz found her biological family via facebook and started contacting them

from what little i've heard, liz and james were taken from their bio parents because the mom was an alcoholic and doing drugs, and the dad was abusing them. they never visited the kids once. but now this mom is telling liz that she wants the kids back, and because of this, liz really wanted to go back to her bio family, even though they lived in another state that was pretty far away.

so she goes up to my mom and tries to talk to her about it. also, cps came by again and said liz couldn't sleep in the room she'd been sleeping in anymore because it had no windows and thus no fire escape. and my mom found out about the phone and the older guy she was talking to. things finally got so stressful that my parents had to have liz moved to another home about an hour away

now here's why i think i was the asshole. apparently, liz had been lying to me A LOT. she never actually did the firefighting work (she did some cooking for them. that's it) and when she said she knew how to milk a cow, she actually didn't know how, AND THEN WENT ON TO MILK OUR COW ANYWAY. IN FRONT OF MY DAD. it was insane and it made anna and i freak out because we have a hard time making friends sue to previous bullying issues at a school we'd gone to

later on i overheard my mom telling my dad that she was afraid that the bio parents were trying to groom her or something, and they didn't know i'd heard that. so now i'm afraid that i'm responsible for my friend leaving and all that. also, since she's left, liz has gone on to refuse to go back to her adoptive parents and has basically made their lives hell. and she keeps getting james upset by trying to convince him into thinkking that he should want to go back to the bio parents

so am i the asshole for hiding stuff frmo my parents?

(fyi: they have since known that i gave her the wifi password. they were pissed, but they realized that i didn't know any better and aren't mad at me)

What are these acronyms?

[clownmoontoon]

RAAAAHHH HELLO ITS BEEN A MINUTE!!! \OUO/

YOUR FAVORITE CLOWN IS BACK IN BUSINESS ive been quiet a while, a LOTS been going on in my personal life that brought my social medias to a complete (and unfortunate ToT) standstill til now!

i rlly wanna talk about it, its been honestly life changing and for safety i need to add some warnings:

cw for abuse both physical and emotional, and suicidal thoughts/ideation (dw im ok and not suicidal! i used to be and i finally have real context as to why)

ANYWAYS LETS TALK ABOUT IT

i got the opportunity to see a therapist for free for the first time since i was a kid and it was IMMENSELY eye opening.

SOME CONTEXT: ive lived with just my mother since i was a teenager as i tried to "make it" as an artist. ive had my ups and downs w this career goal and have been heavy in the midst of a very big Down period. entirely brought on by how sick i was at the start of the year to june (infected lymph nodes, pneumonia, 2 pounds of tumors in my uterus that required the removal of the organ entirely etc, i may have a weak immune system im realizing sdlkjd) which resulted in me having very little energy to create and/or post content. by july i needed to basically start over. which i was excited to do! i WANTED to get back to work and i was even excited for art fight! ;u;

aaaand in july is when my mom thought would be a good time to threaten to kick me out unless i found money to give her or got a "real" job. this came as an extreme and horrifying shock as i had just asked her the month before to "believe in me just a little longer" as i finally felt i realized what id been doing wrong all these years before and felt strongly i could succeed before the end of the year, she not only emphatically agreed but even said i didnt need such a time limit and she definitely didnt mind supporting me til i reached my dream lol i couldnt even do anything until july bc i was busy recovering from major surgery, coming home with tape on my stomach to heal the incision that hadnt fully closed yet

ive wanted to see a therapist for ages bc im Full O' Trauma and i knew it would help. The way this worked was basically like getting a free trial, i got six days of therapy (to be spread out as far as i liked) thru zoom.

i used the visits more for getting advice on how to reach my goals thru mental blocks and exhaustion bc ultimately i felt like 6 days wasnt enough time to get into trauma stuff and i really just wanted to get my career off the ground again, hopefully permanently.

i had vented a tiny bit about my mom and by the final visit w my therapist i decided to forgo the "how to better reach my goals" questions and ask if she had advice on how to handle someone like my mother, who i had to live with and rely on and who would often say something cruel whenever the mood struck. as i told her about my situation she stops me and asks

"do you hear yourself? bc i hear you"

and im suddenly so scared shes going to tell me the same, "get a real job" "stop acting so selfish" etc

instead she says, "this is abuse, youre literally describing an abusive relationship"

i was in complete shock

i even asked her how could i be the one being abused when i was the one using the resources and she compared it to a person getting married to someone rich and that rich person treating them like theyre worthless for not also making money.

it shook me to my core especially bc my mom loved calling me an abuser and comparing me to her abusive ex husbands (one of which used to abuse her physically, punch her/beat her etc) and saying im just like them

for the record ive never laid a hand on her, she would say these things whenever the mood struck, often out of nowhere

once bc i told her i couldnt read her mind and didnt know what she wanted lol wild

ANYWAY after this conversation i started looking back on my life and realizing why ive always felt so worthless, why i thought until my early 20's that suicide would be the best option for everyone. i was so exhausted from chasing this dream and feeling like such a worthless burden, my mother would get so angry with me for just existing and i felt like she would be so much happier if i were out of the picture, my sisters (both a decade older and living w their own families) calling me a leech and selfish for "using" our mother etc

any time i would stand up for myself, kindly and meekly as i could my mother would tell me how she wanted to punch my mouth, slap my face etc for years i thought she'd eventually fly into such a rage one day that she'd kill me and... i honestly didnt really mind the thought once while in high school my mom picked me up for lunch and offered to pay for a prom dress. i told her that it was ok, i knew she was struggling w money rn and i didnt really wanna go to prom anyway she flew into such a rage she pulled over on the highway just to pull my hair and beat me, and then dropped me back at school to finish my day lol

realizing that all of that IS NOT OK OR A NORMAL WAY TO FEEL OR BE TREATED AND I DEFINITELY DIDNT DESERVE ANY OF THAT was extremely eye opening

i told my best friends what my therapist had said and they were both like YEAH... DID YOU NOT KNOW YOU HAD AN ABUSIVE MOTHER??

apparently it was very obvious ^^; my friends were shocked to find that i thought everything was my fault, my therapist even used the term "gaslighting narcissist" to describe her which was WILDLY VALIDATING for me lmao

sitting w all these thoughts whirling around my head my mom texts me suddenly and tells me to ask my sisters for money (13 hundred dollars lol) bc she needs it for "bills"

i didnt want to do that at all she told me to "use my big words" to convince them and not to say it was her idea, but instead to act like i was asking bc i wanted to

it felt gross and made my skin crawl and honestly didnt even make sense bc WHY would i need that money so i asked but let my sisters know it was my mom asking and said she prob felt embarrassed to ask, while telling my mom that i asked in the way she wanted

my oldest sister makes good money and has helped our mom w money in the past. she texted me back asking why our mom needed money and why 1300 and i told her honestly i didnt know, i asked my mom what to say and she said to tell her she had an itemized list but she left it at work and couldnt remember what was on it lol

my sister told me to tell our mom that she couldnt help rn, so i did and my mom encouraged me to push harder to my other sister

suddenly the sister i had been talking to texts me and says that our mom left her a voicemail saying she doesnt know WHY i would ask for money, must be bc she threatened to kick me out bc i never help her with money :,( which was WILD bc any time i had money my mom would get most if not all of it, i havent been able to save money since ... ever tbqh, even when i tried my mom would successfully guilt every dollar from me letting me know i didnt deserve to save a penny after all shes done for me aaAA

ANYWAY i was so angry and hurt that my mom would just throw me under the bus i told my sister i had proof i wasnt lying (bc she was already inclined to believe our mother since they both considered me a leech to start with) and sent her screenshots of my texts

she was shocked and hurt too i decided to tell her about my therapy and how my therapist had called our mom an abuser and she answered that she understands more than ill ever know... which is very sad hjghfgf

we havent really talked more since and i deleted my texts to the other sister, more likely than not my mom sent her a similar voicemail

im very tired

i want to get out of here, im finally seeing this relationship for what its been for years and years, even back to when i was a little kid! i didnt know about suicide but id dream of being an animal in the wild bc i felt like if i were just out of the picture everyone at home would be less angry

its something that enrages me now tbqh ive tried all my life to be as little of a burden as possible and now im ready to be a problem LMAO :o)

the long and short of it is that i will be posting art sales and opening my patreon FINALLY to try and save up funds to get out of here ive also gotten a part time job on weekends for a little cushion tho some of that money will inevitably go to my mother, unfortunately

she doesnt know about the money i make online :o)

my family has constantly called me selfish, entitled and spoiled for just asking for common decency and to be treated like a person, theyve dehumanized me to the point that my greatest coping mechanism was creating a creature sona that isnt human but a monstrous equivalent lol AND I LOVE THEM IM EMBRACING CREATURE LETS FUCKIN GO

i know this has been long and if youve made it to the end i love u and im so thankful for your support!! ;u;

FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT!! i want to come back full force, i havent stopped drawing at all, just havent had the energy to do much til now

my therapist even pointed out that i probably WOULDVE had at least moderate steady success by now if it werent for my mom's constant abuse

OH ALSO I NOW HAVE FOUR CATS LMAO a stray i had been giving water to and keeping safe from weather things (extreme heat, extreme cold etc) had her kittens here! and my mom gave me the ok to keep them all ;u; (and then ofc rescinded that but thats hardly a surprise now lol) and man, having kids cats sure changes your perspective on what u want and feel like you deserve! I NEED TO DO WELL BC THESE KITTIES DEPEND ON ME AND I LOVE THEM QVQ <3<3

SO YEAH IM BACK BABY IM GETTING THE HELL OUTTA HERE ASAP AND CONCENTRATING ON MY WELL BEING AND MENTAL HEALTH!! 😤🔥

[just-promise-me-jm]

An essay no one asked for

It was a long stressful day today so when I was taking a break from work I decided to do a quick scroll through social media to see what had been going on today.

Unsurprisingly, I almost immediately came across a number of posts trying to shade Jimin or make fun of his fans along with the typical "fuck solos" type narratives that seem so popular these days. All I really wanted to see were cute pictures of Jimin on his way to Hungary or hear some theories on what he might be doing there.

In fact, here is a cute Jimin pic to thank you for taking the time to even read the rest of this:

credit to @UpdateParkJimin

So here is a short list of a few of the things I saw just today:

Jimin is obviously copying JK by going to film something in Hungary (such a stupid theory and I saw someone post that Seventeen actually went there first)

Jimin isn't as popular as JK because he didn't get mobbed by his fans (tbh they seemed very well behaved and I was proud that they didn't act like absolute fools and put Jimin in danger)

Jimin and the remaining members should just shave their heads already and go to the military so that we can get the promised 2025 reunion (absolute nonsense and a highly problematic take)

Solos are the worst and should be eradicated from the fandom (just because you are a solo it doesn't make you toxic, just like being an ARMY doesn't mean you are a good person)

Obviously I'm sure there is a lot more than that but that is all I had the pleasure of seeing on my break. Now most of these aren't totally new, just the same story with a different font, but it doesn't make it any more fun each time they go around. I could go into detail on any of these but to be honest most of them are so shallow and stupid that it's not even worth bothering.

What I really want to focus on today is the narrative that solos are toxic and something that needs to be removed from fandom spaces. The reality is that almost everyone in the fandom has a self-professed bias that they proudly display in their bio or profile pic. Even if they have a tiny seven somewhere in there, it doesn't make that fact any less true. I think it's natural to be more drawn to one person, one type of food, one pair of shoes, etc. as your favorite and it's incredibly rare that anyone can honestly say that they "love everyone equally" (even if it's your mom saying she doesn't have a favorite child, I don't believe her).

Like I said above, I know that some solos are toxic just like I know some ARMY are toxic. Again, I think that unfortunately it's natural that some people are going to just be shitty people no matter what. What it really all comes down to is how you treat others and how you conduct yourself in these fandom spaces. I said this in my first post but I'll say it here again - you and I don't have to agree on everything to treat each other with respect and decency. But if you come into a space and harass others and generally act like an idiot then yea you should be barred from those spaces. Painting a whole group in broad brushstrokes, however, is not the solution.

Saying you "hate solos" (which let's be real - it's often just a thinly veiled way to hate on PJMs or other Jimin supporters) just means that you are stereotyping a whole group of people that hold a variety of beliefs, feelings and behaviors. If you see something truly problematic that someone is posting or saying do what you are supposed to do - block and report. If it's just that someone doesn't agree with you or if you have some sick obsession with Jimin and his success - do me a favor and turn off your phone for a bit. Calling other people names and harassing them because they don't think your fave is the greatest thing ever is just pathological.

We live in a really messy world and I will never understand the desire to make it messier for others by being a dick. A much better way to spend your time and energy in a fandom is to actually do the things that help support your bias - stream, buy, vote, and share them with others who might not have found them yet. Or be like me and write multiple paragraphs that people may never read in an attempt to call out some real bullshit that is going on.

If you read this, I appreciate really it 💗.

Here is another Jimin for your time:

[x--daughters-of-darkness--x]

NIGHTWISH Singer And SABATON Drummer Welcome Their Second Child

NIGHTWISH singer Floor Jansen and SABATON drummer Hannes Van Dahl have welcomed their second child, a daughter named Lucy.

Jansen and Van Dahl already have a six-year-old daughter named Freja, who was born on March 15, 2017.

The Dutch-born vocalist revealed the news in a social media post earlier today (Friday, October 20). She shared a photo of her, Hannes, Freja and Lucy holding hands, and she wrote: "There she is! With great happiness we can announce the birth of our second daughter Lucy! Big sister Freja is delighted with our dark haired little girl too!

"Health is not a given fact, and so it's humbling to report that both our baby girl as mom are in a great one! We are enjoying these special moments to the fullest and ask for understanding of our privacy in this intimate time! Big thanks for all the love and support we received during the pregnancy! We have now welcomed our dear Lucy into this beautiful world".

Shortly before Freja was born, Hannes was asked by Spain's Metal Journal whether his family situation would have an impact on his ability to tour with SABATON. Hannes said: "Well, you know, as far as I'm concerned, nothing will really change, 'cause this is what I do, an this is… this is what I do to make a living. People have had kids before in this business. So, to stop any worries — 'cause I know a lot of people are worried [about me] quitting the band — I will stay in the band. And as far as I can say, when it's time, I need to go and be there with my family. But when I've done that, I'm going back to touring. So I won't leave. I will be there."

Jansen herself had spoken about the challenges of raising a child while being in a touring band like NIGHTWISH. She told Finland's Radio Rock in 2016: "Of course, it's a very challenging combination, and I was very happy that the way [NIGHTWISH is] today — or, actually, have always been — it's a very open group; we can talk about things. And the guys, actually, were curious. A few months ago, we started talking about it, like, 'So, 2017… How about kids? Yeah?' So it's great to think about things together: how can we combine it? Also 'cause my partner is in a successful band, touring a lot. Yeah, then you need the cooperation of the people that you are family with also. So I am not afraid that won't work. It will be a challenge, for sure, but, yeah, a little SABATON or NIGHTWISH daycare program sounds lovely, doesn't it? [Laughs]"

Jansen also dismissed rumors that she would leave the band after welcoming her first child. She told Mariskal Rock TV: "No, I won't [quit NIGHTWISH]. I love this way too much; don't worry. You don't even have negative speculations one way or another. Things are great, and let's keep on doing this forever."

NIGHTWISH played its last concert before its current break from touring on June 17 at Lemonsoft Stadion in Vaasa.

In November 2022, Floor revealed that she was "cancer free" after undergoing surgery to have a tumor removed following a breast cancer diagnosis.

In April, NIGHTWISH surprised fans by announcing that the band was not going to be playing any live shows for the foreseeable future and would be not be touring in support of the group's next studio album, which is tentatively due in 2024.

Floor's debut solo album "Paragon", arrived in March.

As part of NIGHTWISH, Jansen has landed two number one albums in Finland, and Top Five albums in Austria, France, Germany, Greece, Hungary, the Netherlands, Norway, Sweden and Switzerland.

Born in the Netherlands, Jansen joined her first band, one of the world's first symphonic metal bands, AFTER FOREVER, when she was only 16 years old. The group went on to release five albums from 2000 to 2007, before they broke up in 2009.

Jansen's next band, REVAMP, released two albums in 2010 and 2013, before she joined NIGHTWISH as a full-time member. NIGHTWISH's first album with Jansen as the lead singer was 2015's "Endless Forms Most Beautiful", which landed in Top 10s around the world. This was followed by 2020's "Human. :II: Nature." , which was also an international success.

Jansen has toured extensively with the band and appeared on three of NIGHTWISH's live albums "Showtime, Storytime", "Vehicle Of Spirit" and "Decades: Live In Buenos Aires".

In 2019, Jansen participated in the popular Dutch TV show "Beste Zangers" where she scored a big hit with "Phantom Of The Opera" together with Henk Poort. She was recognized with a Dutch Popprijs award — a prestigious accolade for artists that has made important contributions to Dutch music. In the same year, her first solo tour sold out in less than 24 hours.

Jansen performed live with NIGHTWISH for the first time on October 1, 2012 at Showbox Sodo in Seattle, Washington following the abrupt departure of the band's lead singer of five years, Anette Olzon. Jansen officially joined NIGHTWISH in 2013.

[toomuchtv85]

Good morning everyone! I had a request come in for a different kind of story. I’ll try my best because it’s my first attempt at something like this. Please be patient while I try to play this out.

The Workshop - part one

It needed to happen, Chase thought to himself. It will happen again, as many times as it needs to. He had been following her for a few days now. She was so beautiful. Long blonde hair, almond brown eyes, thick thighs, and a fat ass. The therapy wasn’t working. Weeks of talking and for what? I need to get this out of my system, he tells himself, it’s the only way. Time is running out to take her. It’s now or never. He follows her to her car and before she even knows what has happened, Chase pulls out a syringe and injects her with a tranquilizer. She struggles for a moment but Chase maintains his strong grip on her. Acting with such haste but yet gracefully, he carries her to his SUV. Thankfully, he had followed her and parked closely to her. Another miracle, he thought, was that no one saw him. He took her back to his house and took her to his workshop downstairs. She-Maddie-was restrained. She had a shackle on her left leg but Chase hadn’t cuffed her yet. He had, however, gagged her and blindfolded her. Gagging and gasping, Chase removed both. The fluorescent lights blinded her. She finally got a good look at her captor. He was fit. Not body builder fit but big enough she knew, to hurt her badly, or worse. “Wha-what do you want with me?” Maddie stammered. “Well, I’ve been stalking you for a few days now. I’ve brought you here to be with me. I’ve noticed you around town and at the gym for some time now. I had pushed you out of my mind until last week. I always watch and listen Maddie, to everyone. I’m invisible. No one sees me or listens to me. I’m just another guy. You are here because obviously, you like and want attention. You’re always fixing your hair, taking gym selfies in the mirror, always texting someone, always posting on social media.” Feeling her heart sink and fear starting to come back in full force Maddie pleads, “please don’t do this. Do you want money? I’ll stop being an attention whore. Just please don’t kill me!” Her voice a crescendo, music to Chase’s ears. “Maddie, Maddie, Maddie. I’m not a complete monster. I would never kill a woman. I have standards.” A now confused Maddie asks, “so what are you going to do to me?” A smirk on his face, Chase tells her, “I’m going to keep you as my pet for a while, breed you, and then…then we’ll go from there.” “N-n-no, anything but that. Please! I don’t want this anymore. Please let me go! I’ll suck your cock but I’m not ready to be bred!” “Oh, come now Mads, you know you want to. Why else would you spend so much time making sure you look perfect all throughout the day? Surely not for hand or blowjobs. Or is it because you want it in your nice, fat ass?” “M-m-mister please, I’m begging you: don’t do this!” Chase is growing tired of the begging and walks over to this poor, crying helpless woman. He raises his hand to slap her, but stops. She flinches and pulls back, of course, but he can’t hit her. He stays paused for a moment, thinking. I can’t hit a woman. I was hit in my childhood by my mom and I can’t hit this woman like that. So, he decides that keeping her scared is way more fun. Sobbing, Maddie starts her begging again. “Don’t! I’ll do anything! Breed me! Just don’t hit me! Please!” Chat takes a long look into her eyes and stands up. He walks over to a table and picks up his signature knife. He walks back over to Maddie and she is screaming nonstop. She can barely breathe now between crying. Her makeup ruined and running down her face. “Please don’t kill me! PLEASE! I promise-“ “You promise what? Chase asks her, knife to her throat. To not tell anyone if I let you go? To be a good girl?” “YES! PLEASE! I swear I won’t tell anyone! Just let me go! I’ll fuck you if you let me go!” Grinning devilishly, Chase told her, I told you I don’t kill women. I just want some conversation and like you, attention. Now that I have yours, I’m sorry to have to do this.” Ignoring her, Chase somehow managed to cuff her to the bed he put in here. “If-if I fuck you…damn, he thought, here we go again. You’ll let me go, right?” “Mads, we’ll see.

[cryptidsurveys]

Wednesday, October 23rd, 2024.

Would you rather visit The Eiffel Tower or the Egyptian Pyramids? I would be much more interested in visiting the Pyramids.

Would you be surprised if your most recent ex called you tonight? I probably wouldn't even answer because don't pick up numbers I don't recognize.

Do you need to lose or gain weight? I still need to gain a little bit of weight. I don't know exactly what I weigh (I haven't checked since sometime around February or March of this year), but going with an estimate based on that, I'm about 1 BMI point below normal. Obviously, I might need to gain more than that to feel my best, but we'll just see how things go.

Do you think you have a disorder but haven’t been properly diagnosed yet? No. In fact, I'm approaching a point where at least some of my previous diagnoses could be removed. I still struggle to an extent, but perhaps no longer at a "clinical" level.

What is the population of the city you live in? Approximately 111,000.

How many pairs of jeans do you own? I have a few pairs of jeans. Most of them are stuffed away in storage and I basically never wear them, but I do have a dark gray pair that I should wear more often…

When did you last vacuum your room? Monday afternoon.

Have you ever put on or lost a significant amount of weight? Both. I've relapsed and "recovered" and relapsed and "recovered" from my eating disorder since I was 14. "Recovered" is in quotes because even though I would put on some weight, the mental side of things was never fully resolved. I'm in a pretty stable place now, though. I've been through some things over the past year(ish) that would have had me running right back to old habits, but aside from a few dips, it's been a mostly upward trend. At least when it comes to the foreseeable future, I really can't see myself returning to the way I was. The desire is still there, but I don't want to give up the life I've created for myself for something that would be comparatively miserable.

On a scale of 1-5, how often do you curse? Maybe 2-3. It also depends on who I'm around.

What is the worst thing you’ve ever smelled? Probably dog shit. At the end of the day, we have to go around and empty all the trash cans at the shelter, and the dog poo cans are especially potent. Skunk spray is a close second. Yesterday, a woman brought in a kitten that seemed to have been sprayed. It's currently being housed in one of the bathrooms, and even though the smell isn't that strong, it's still not pleasant.

What’s your favorite social media platform? YouTube, Instagram, and Tumblr.

Name someone with brown eyes. Liv.

Do you know what your next injection will be? I have no idea.

Does anyone call you darling? If so who? No.

If you had to have a cartoon character tattooed to you what would it be? Maybe the Aristocat kittens. :')

You have to dye your hair two colours, what do you choose? Black and blood red. I would also consider doing something with pastels, but I can't decide on the colors.

If you could, would you look at your future self? No. I might see myself doing well and that would be a comfort, but what if I saw myself doing poorly? As difficult as it can be, I'd rather just deal with that unknown.

Who was your first serious relationship? I'm not sure who to count as my first serious relationship.

If you had to cut a parent out of your life who would you cut out? My mom. I don't want to cut her out of my life, but if push came to shove, then I would much rather have my dad around.

If you had to get a piercing right now what would you get done? Probably another lip piercing. I've had other piercings before (both eyebrows, bridge, and ears), but those didn't do well.

Who is the number 1 person/thing in your life? My dad and my cats (if it's okay to count cats as people in this case). As for a thing, volunteering.

What are two things you wish you never did? I don't know. I do have regrets and some of them are rather painful, but I try to look at them as lessons learned the hard way.

Would you rather have three personal wishes or world peace? Ahh fvck it. World peace. I might not care much about the world as it is (blah blah blah I'm going to die in 50 years and none of this will matter blah blah blah), but if I was presented with a magical opportunity to improve it for everyone, then I would probably take it.

What were/is your high school colors? One was red and white and the other was gold and white.

When someone sneezes, do you say “Bless you,” or “God Bless you?” Typically "bless you." But sometimes my dad will get to sneezin' up a storm and I'll just be like: blessin's, bleezin's, sneezus, my condolences, etc.

Do you ever look at someone cute, and automatically make a move? No.

What are two things you are excited to do in the near future? Lunch with my mom at Chili's. She's picking me up soon, so I might not have time to finish this survey before she does. Also, Halloween at the animal shelter. It falls on a Thursday, which is normally one of my days off, but I'm thinking of going in anyway and taking Friday or Saturday off instead. Oh, and I know this only asks for two things, but I'm also looking forward to going to the Mountain Park tomorrow. I'm so glad my dad and I have turned it into an almost weekly thing.

Do you live in a house, apartment, or another type of arrangement? A house.

Are you one of those people who like to spell out numbers? It depends.

Who was the last person (if anyone) you said Happy Birthday to? Brianna, a woman who works at the animal shelter. She had her birthday just a little bit ago.

Do you have Photoshop? If so, how often a day do you use it? I don't.

Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of? My mom might not approve of some of the political stuff I watch.

Do you plan your meals in any way? I pretty much eat the same things day in and day out with relatively little variation, but there's still some planning that goes into it. I have to buy the ingredients, etc.

Were you in the scouts when you were young? Yeah.

How many people could sleep in your home? (Not counting floor space; beds and couches only) Depends on how squished you want them to be.

Have you ever made a hole-in-one at mini-golf? I don't recall.

What genre was the last song you listened to? Who provided the vocals? Classical. There were no vocals.

If an ex said they hated you, what would you say? Idk.

What would you do if you found out your most recent ex was in a relationship? Last I knew, they were in a relationship.

Truthfully, is there someone you used to date that you miss? Yeah. There are two people I miss. I wouldn't want to reconnect, but…y'know. They still have a place in my heart.

If you could go forward in time and see your life 5 years from now, what would you hope to see? Hopefully even healthier, working at the animal shelter, possibly living in my own apartment…

Who came over last? My mom. I just got back from the lunch outing I mentioned above.

Has one of your friends ever tried to “hook you up?” No.

What is your card game of choice? I don't have one.

What is your favourite books series? It's not exactly a series, but books by Joshua Cutchin. I think I've read all but his most recent release.

If you eat oatmeal, do you add water or milk to it and what’s your favorite flavor? Most of the time, I just add water. I also use plain oatmeal more often than not and just flavor it with other things (peanut butter, fruit, chocolate syrup, etc), but as far as flavored packets go, probably brown sugar & cinnamon or peaches & cream.

Was the last video you watched on YouTube a music video and if not, what was it of? It was "Varsity Boos! Homecoming Haunts and School Spirits" by Belief Hole.

Has anyone you know personally ever won the lottery and if so, how much did they win and would you or have you ever played the lottery? No.

What was the last thing someone has sincerely thanked you for? I'm not sure.

What band, celebrity, etc. do you know the most information about and who would you like to learn more about? I know nothin 'bout nothin. I can't really think of anyone I want to learn more about either.

[ivysangel]

drop the mean girls review! my friend wants to go see it and i need to know how much to mentally prepare myself

sunnie (@fic-over-cannon)

Okay, so I need to preface this by saying I'm a huge Mean Girls fan. I've seen the movie dozens of times. I've seen the show on Broadway once and left the theater begging my mom to take me again, and then I cried when the show closed before I could see it again. I've also seen the Mean Girls sequel on multiple occasions (unfortunately). I'm also a fashion lover, music lover, and the enjoyer of some tasteful political incorrectness in a movie like...Mean Girls (2004). I'm not a movie buff or an expert critic, but I am a girl who has spent hours putting Rachel McAdams’ Regina George on mood boards and listening to Taylor Louderman's performance of 'Someone Gets Hurt' from the Mean Girls Original Broadway Cast Recording. With all of that being said, here's my review.

(proceed with caution: spoilers and supreme level hating, cw: mentions of weight)

First of all, the pacing just felt kind of off? I think it's because there were so few scenes set outside of the high school, and I think that has something to do with them cutting 9 songs from the original soundtrack and even the ones they kept; some were still cut short. Which took away some of the best parts of the movie. For instance, Gretchen's part in 'Meet the Plastics' was one of the most memorable parts of the soundtrack, and it was cut down to the one introductory line that wasn't even delivered by her, Karen's part, too. How are you going to call the song 'Meet the Plastics' and only have Regina sing it? I'd also like to mention that in the original song, there's a line that Regina sings, she says, "I never weigh more than 115," and they change it to "that filter you use looks just like me." now, there are two explanations for this, first, they wanted to keep it going with the social media theme which runs rampant throughout the entire movie or they wanted to be mindful of what they put in the movie considering the audience consists heavily of women and young girls. However, there is so so so much emphasis on Regina's weight during the entire rest of the movie (like, I honestly feel more than normal, but I'm not sure) that if it is the latter, it just completely defeats the purpose of removing that line, so I'm really hoping it's the former.

Cady can't sing, or at least I just found her voice, so...not good? Something about it just wasn't giving nuh uh. She also wasn't a convincing mean girl, a convincing socially awkward, not-aware teen girl who had been homeschooled her whole life? Yeah, she nailed that, but a MEAN girl, nope, not convincing at all. This is also where the pacing was off to me. I felt like she was a mean girl for 0.5 minutes, and that, paired with the fact that she just wasn't convincingly mean? Didn't really do it for me.

They also made most of the insults more palatable? Which was fine at times. Like yeah, you should probably refrain from saying slurs in the big year of 2024, but trading social suicide for "socially ruinous," What the hell? How old are we? I just think it's a little funny bc the word suicide isn't okay (apparently), but Kevin G performing a song where he talks about how he basically uses geometry to be good at sex is more appropriate? Like, I don't know what the thought process was, how they decided on what was getting put on the chopping block and what wasn't.

Also, Gretchen gets a solo, and ik it's in the musical, but it feels so incredibly out of place in the movie, like SO out of place. Also, Gretchen is Latina, apparently? Which isn't a problem in the slightest, but it's just mentioned once and never referenced again ever...like at all...not even in passing. They threw in the "this was a gift from my abuelito" for brownie points and called it a day.

Cristopher Briney is one of the most unattractive men I've seen in a while, which is why it's so hard to see so many close-up shots of his face since he's supposed to be the super heart throbby Aaron Samuels that these girls are fighting over. "Cady, tell him his hair looks sexy pushed back." he has a prematurely receding hairline; let's keep the hair down while he still has it. Also, he has no singing lines in the movie, which is so...bc he has them in the original musical. The ending of the original version of 'Someone Gets Hurt' is sung by both him and Regina. Like you hired an ugly man who can't sing to play the sexy heartthrob in a musical? Oh ok.

The fashion was so genuinely terrible. I was mortified. MORTIFIED, I TELL YOU. Regina making fun of other people while she was walking around in #those outfits. I can't even begin to describe what she was wearing half the time, but it was so bad. Ironically, the outfit she wore when she was shunned was like??? one of the more palatable ones, along with her prom dress and the outfit she wore during the burn book scene, which was a nod to Rachel McAdams' Regina George (that was cute). But the outfit she was first shown in...those ugly fucking shoes???? The furry black sweater and highlighter green pants???? What the fuck is going on!!! Everyone was dressed head to toe in shein and cider, and it was obvious. I think the problem with a lot of remakes these days is they develop costumes using trends from a specific era of social media, but those trends so quickly go out of style. Micro trends are the reason why shows and movies set in high school almost never hit the nail on the head, that and the fact that they use influencers as guidelines for how teenagers act when most of us are normalish? idk that's a whole different convo.

i kinda tuned in and out after the gym scene, like idk man i was just mad at that point. I guess I should list some redeeming qualities now?

Tim Meadows reprising his role as Principal Duvall was amazing ofc; his comedic timing is great, and kudos to him for acting through one classic, one flop, and one box office banger that should've been kept in the drafts. Avantika is beautiful, stunning, amazing!! There was nothing about her acting as Karen that really did it for me, but I love her so bad I can't hate on her. Reneé Papp is a fantastic singer like who's surprised? No one? Exactly. They also got Megan Thee Stallion and Chris Olsen to make cameos in tiktoks during the movie, which was funny. It had its good moments, but I really just think for me personally, as an enjoyer of both the original movie and the original musical adaptation, this fell so so so flat. Of course, my opinion doesn't reflect the opinions of everyone, and you may very well love it!! I do definitely urge you to listen to the original versions of 'Meet the Plastics' and 'Someone Gets Hurt' because those are so very good; also, Auli'i Cravalho's rendition of 'Revenge Party' was very good, and I really like Jaquel Spivey as Damian.

Anyway, that's it!

update: forgot to mention the extremely obvious product placement and the way they changed one of the lines in revenge party from “what’s regina doing, what’s regina wearing, is she dating aaron” to “what’s regina doing, what’s regina wearing, is she texting aaron” which is totally harmless but it irked me so bad bc they’re trying sooooo hard to be with the times or whatever and it just ??? like !!! they’re trying TOO hard bc dating was perfectly fine in the context of the plot that’s why it was put there in the first place!!!!

another update: more pros, principal duvall still has a hand injury (funny i like it) AND TINA FEY REPRISING HER ROLE!!! BIG PRO!!! also there’s literally a whole song in the og musical dedicated to the plastics realizing they’re sentient beings that don’t have to rely on regina…and they just cut that out lol? also listen to the og revenge party bc there’s a whole bit where regina cheats on aaron and it’s wildly different in that version (it was better and funnier too) but like i said…they made the movie more palatable.

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!! im completely stealth in certain parts of my life, and while i can say "yes, i have male privilege", it comes with:

1. paranoia. what if someone who knew me before i transitioned or prior to being stealth outs me to people who don't know i'm trans. what if one of my coworkers that loves to instagram-stalk people stumbles across my transphobic family member's accounts, and scrolls far back enough to see pre-transition pics of me. what if that pic i posted of my top surgery results goes viral in TERF communities, and i'm identified by my tattoos. what if i post a selfie on an account where i commented smth about my transition on a post, and a transphobe doxxes me with my face pic, and that goes back to my workplace? what if, what if, what if?

2. being unable to engage in certain conversations about childhood, and important parts of my life.

any conversation about high school is instantly a no-go for me, bc i went to an all girls school - i was the person to come out as trans at that school, and my mom helped campaign for the school uniform to include the option to wear trousers. i mentored a kid who asked me for help on coming out as trans within a week of myself coming out - his mom told him he should talk to me. i helped get the school to change the "girls" toilets to "student" toilets. i fought and fought, and the year that i left there was finally an LGBT+ club set up, with the trans kid i mentored at the front of it. it's a huge part of my life that helped make me the man i am today, and i can't speak of it.

all conversations about my early childhood, dating, bullying, mental health - i have to omit so much, or just remove myself from the conversation as best i can.

"my kid is going through depression.. oh you went through that too? how did you overcome your depression? your insight could help us so much" is an impossible question to answer when the answer is "well, i cold turkeyed all my medication bc it wasn't doing anything to improve my mental health, and i'd had enough. i pursued private healthcare and within a month of starting testosterone, my suicidal ideation left, my insomnia cleared up, and i didn't have to worry about PMDD. it cured a variety of mental health issues and cleared up some physical health issues too"

idk, there's more examples but i don't want to overshare lol.

3. i can't engage with trans communities on identifable social media accounts.

instagram goes "hey mutuals! homosexchad liked: "if youre trans, like this post! signal boost if ur trans! here's information about trans people for trans people"", and i learnt that the hard way when i was 16. it's isolating to have to create completely anonymous and/or separate accounts to engage with positive trans content. and while you can argue i don't need to like or comment to engage in it - how often do you hit like without thinking about it? i tried doing it like that, and i was haunted with thoughts of "oh god, did i accidentally like that post?"

4. having to listen to unfiltered bigotry in my day to day life. bigots think they're safe when there is no one of that minority present.

my coworker casually declared that if her son came out as trans, she would take him to the vet to have him put down. i wasn't involved in the conversation, but i was in the same room, i heard it, and i knew that there was no safe way to inject myself into that conversation without outing myself or coming across poorly and ending up in HR for not allowing people to have violently bigoted ideals.

another coworker reads the news every morning on her work computer. trans people are on her newsfeed reguarly, it's the media's hot topic. she said she'd beat a tranny to death if she ever met one.

a friend in my class telling me that he hopes his date is a "real" woman, that "you can't tell these days!", and that if he found out his date was trans he would kill her.

i walk up to a friend to say hi- they're deep in conversation with someone else. they're discussing how they don't want to share toilets with dirty trannies, and that they with trannies and furries would be forced to use litter boxes outside bathrooms, so everyone can see what they really are.

i fear what would happen if i slip up, if i make a mistake, if they find out i'm trans.

5. gyno issues. accessing gyno care as a woman is difficult - accessing it as a trans man is somehow even more difficult, regardless of whether you're stealth / passing. this is a long one.

when i came out at 14, it gave me more confidence in taking control of my life. i finally called my GP to discuss the crippling pain i felt when i had tried to use tampons, the fact that it was impossible to insert anything vaginally, the fact that my periods were impossibly heavy and came with cramps that caused me to pass out and vomit every month, and what i know now to have been PMDD - i'd been dealing with this since i was 11. the GP told me he suspected i was overexaggerating and making shit up to get him to prescribe me BC to stop my periods. and that was it. he wouldn't prescribe it.

thankfully, i managed to convince the children's GIC services to write to my GP to recommend he prescribe birth control to stop my periods bc of the dysphoria they caused. the children's clinic didn't want to prescribe me puberty blockers since i was "too old for them to do anything at this point". after some back and forth, i was prescribed it, but i was instructed to stop taking it twice a year to have a period bc ?? idk actually.

when i switched GPs at 17, my new GP refused to continue prescribing me birth control when she saw that it was for preventing periods rather than preventing babies. i talked to 2 different GPs at that surgery, neither believed me when i discussed my gyno issues - both came to the conclusion that i was making shit up to get them to indulge in my transitional care, even though all i wanted was birth control. i eventually lied and claimed that i was having vaginal sex - they decided that they were correct, i was just lying, or embarrassed that i enjoyed sex "like a woman", and finally prescribed it.

at 18 they randomly stopped prescribing it to me for no apparent reason, but i was in the process of starting testosterone privately, and i couldn't bring myself to fight any more. my vaginismus cleared up, which i discovered during the increased libido phase of being on T. my periods completely stopped (thank god), and i no longer had the mood swings and shit.

at 19, after moving to a new town, to my first flat, with a new GP surgery - i started experiencing vaginal atrophy. fine, it's better than all that other crap i was experiencing. and it's easy to treat, right?

nope.

the private clinic i was seeing for my T prescription told me i had to go through my GP for treatment for vaginal atrophy.

my GP didn't believe it was atrophy, and demanded that i get a full internal examination. i complied bc i figured they might find smth wrong that would explain all the previous shit, and maybe justify a hysto.

the nurses at the GP who examined me said it was absolutely vaginal atrophy, and that i should be prescribed topical oestrogen to treat it. then they told me that they won't be able to prescribe it until an NHS gender clinic had approved me to start it.

well fuck. i was 19, i'd been privately taking testosterone for a year, and i'd been on the waiting list for the NHS adult's clinic for 3 years at this point.

so i fought that decision, and was told i needed to be referred to the local hospital's gyno department. they got back to me with "we do not see or treat transgender men, you need to speak to the doctor prescribing your HRT" - i fought that decision, and was seen, after 6 months of back and forth with my GP, private doctors, and the hospital.

i got seen, it was confirmed to be atrophy (again), was recommended E, and my GP said no again, and re-referred me to the hospital gyno for an internal biopsy and internal ultrasound without my consent. i got the letter and went "fuck off" and cancelled the appointment. i'm fairly certain they just wanted to surprise and traumatise me. i did end up having a third gyno appointment where i had a standard, external ultrasound, with a wonderful male gyno who was completely chill with my transition. we both bitched about my GP.

welp, after 4 years of waiting, i got seen by the nottingham gender clinic through the NHS. in my appointment, i bought up atrophy - they wrote a letter asking my GP to prescribe T and topical E. my GP said no.

9 months after i was approved for T through the NHS, my GP relented (lots of complaints and communication from myself and Notts), and prescribed me T.

hang on? where's my treatment for vaginal atrophy?

oh, they completely ignored it! great!

back and forth, back and forth............. it's now been a year since my first appointment, and 3 months since my second appointment at the nhs clinic. still no treatment for vaginal atrophy. they've had multiple letters about it, but don't want to. they "don't know how it would effect a trans man", despite having about 3000 letters with detailed information from NHS gender clinicians, and my own pleas and emails with research articles and best practice treatment.

TLDR - i just realised it's 11.30pm and my partner wants me to spoon him. can't write out more examples, but basically: even when we have male privilege, it comes with terms and conditions and so much fucking stress which negatively impacts mental health.

I DONT KNOW WHO NEEDS TO HEAR THIS BUT TRANS MEN ARE NOT AUTOMATICALLY AFFORDED THE SAME PRIVILEGES AS CIS MEN JUST BECAUSE WE SAY WE'RE MEN AND I INVITE MORE OF YOU TO GET OFF THE FUCKING INTERNET AND TALK TO TRANS PEOPLE OF VARIED IDENTITIES IRL INSTEAD OF COMING UP WITH THEORIES ON HOW YOU THINK WE ACT

[maxanddogspike]

My life part 3/?

Before reading ; make sure to check the previous parts ^^ The loose connection between me and my siblings got even worse. They even start to drop their bonding with our dad. Knowing it is all my fault, my suicidal thoughts return from being in the background. Always wondering what went wrong, and why everyone has to be in pain due to my issues with my mother.

Months pass on, while we try to survive our lifes. At some point the brother of my father passes and we're all invited to the ceremony. I remember clearly to having to pick up my brother, whilest he's wearing his dirty suite. Stinking of beers and puke, hungover as he'd just came back from a party. In the church whilest the ceremony was ongoing I see my dad break and cry.. Whispering to his kids that "They'd just stop and go love eachother before it's too late".. As it just hit him that his brother passed away.

It did nothing..

Months go by before I get another phonecall, it's my mom telling my her dad might pass away because of a surgery.

I told her "ok" and hung up, the next day she sends me a text that he did pass away as the surgery failed.

As I didn't respond to it ( fyi. He wasn't veeery kind.. see part 1) .

At night I get a phonecall from her, saying once more he passed and all I could answer was " Sorry it wasn't you.". As I was filled with fear and anger.

Quickly after that moment, my siblings broke all contact with me and our dad, the whole side of my moms family started reaching out and trying to get me to visit the ceremony for my grandfather. But I just couldn't nor wanted to go there.

After the ceremony I did receive a card from it, as it's common here to send them to people close to them. I noticed the writing on the envelope and it took me days before I could even gather enough courage to open it..

The following months the interaction slowed and died down again.

Up untill it was the marriage of my sister, suddenly she was there ( well I did know as it was expected). And at the end of the evening I had my brother beg me to go talk to our mom.. With fear and anger in my body, luckily dosed down by the beers. I went to her and she tried to play it all off as if nothing had happened and we were just "long lost mom and son"..

Hoping it would help reconnect me with my sibling and them with our dad.. Only to see that we'd all still act platonic as fudge when we meet.

Around this time I went to lock myself down for anything that could come from my mom, I removed all social media, new address once again, I contiplated about a new phone number but that wouldn't work anyway as she controls my siblings like her spies.

Time went on, and it was quiet.. Well it still is.. But my mind can't stop racing and being alerted by anything that can happen. I surrounded my house with cameras, hidden everything I can just to try to give myself a calm state of mind. But deep down I know it won't be long till something happens.

It's all a matter of time till she starts. And until then I get the pain from knowing and noticing my dad being forced into this. AS they still are platonic towards him, after all those years and nothing but trying to do the best he can.. He still can't just see and enjoy his family overcome this..

Meanwhile I try to continue my life, find people I do want around me.. But the scare of them leaving or scarring me like I have been before, it is weighing down so heavily.

My days up till now are either good days or bad. When the meds work, I have an OK day, till something triggers me and it turns bad.. I believe due to all this, I have my mind as my biggest enemy. The voices in my head just trying to talk me down constantly. I noticed that when I am surrounded by people I care about and care about me the voices slow down. But after a bit my lone-wolf comes back and I'd need time to recharge my social battery.. Till the voices come back.

[loveaffaire]

Listen to me… dad’s friend!Bucky + reader

Bonus points if Steve is the father of the reader jensjsks

Almost Caught

Pairing: Dad’s bestfriend!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings/tags: mentions of sex, making out, slight hair pulling, pet names (doll), age gap (reader is 21 and Bucky is… 106), Steve cameo<3, reader calls Steve ‘daddy’ but in a normal father way, obviously🧍🏻‍♀️& credits to The Amazing Spider-Man for the cocoa scene (so TASM spoilers? lol)— 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: y’all wild, Steve is gonna beat the shit out of his old pal, Buck, if he ever found out🤠

🤍Written for my 1k sleepover🤍

You were laying on your bed and scrolling through social media when you heard your window glass sliding up, your head shot up and there he was, Bucky.

“Fuck” Bucky whispered, almost breaking the vase on your study table as he practically crawled through your window and fell on the hard floor of your room.

You giggled, eyes quickly checking for the lock on your door and making sure it was locked.

“Bucky!” You gushed, getting off the bed and walking to where Bucky was still sitting on the floor, brushing his jeans off.

“You need to tell Steve that you need a bigger, wider window” he said, slightly pouting.

“And tell him what?” You rolled your eyes, “Dad, your best friend sneaks into my room every night and it’s tough for him to get through my small window, can we please get a wider window?”

He smiled, any sign of distress leaving his face when his eyes landed on your face, “shut up”

He stood up, his 6'0" figure hovering over you as he looked down at you with a glint in his blue eyes, “come here, give me a kiss”

You instantly stood on your tiptoes to reach his lips, your lips softly pressed to his as he pulled your body closer.

You were 13 years old when you were sent to a boarding school far away from school, your parents, Steve and Natasha were too busy being Captain America and Black Widow for the country to keep you around. You were safer in the boarding school, anyway.

When you returned 5 years later, now 18 years old, you only saw Bucky once on a weekend for an Avengers get-together and then you were off to college. Three years there and then you were back home, taking a gap year for various internship opportunities.

That’s when you bumped into Bucky. Even though he's been staying in the Avengers’ compound for years, he only ever hung out with your parents or Sam or spent most of his time reading. So when you had found him in the library one day, a conversation was sparked up and since then, you were inseparable.

He was always around you, you were always around him and one day, when he got you alone in the middle of the large bookshelves in the library, he had kissed you and you happily kissed him back.

The guilt ate away at Bucky for a good few weeks, the thought of doing this to Steve made Bucky feel disgusted with himself, but every time his eyes landed on you, he couldn’t help feeling like a lovesick little boy.

So here you stood, in your bedroom, 3 months later with Bucky holding you against him with his lips on yours. It was wrong but it just didn’t feel like it, sure you had to hide from everyone but that’s what made it even more exciting.

The innocent kiss turned into something a bit more steamy as he roughly pulled you up, easily picking you up by the back of your thighs and placing you on your study table. The second he pushed between your legs with a little force, a whimper left your mouth and just then, there was a knock on your door.

“Y/N?”

You froze when you heard your father’s voice, gripping Bucky’s henley in your hands with wide eyes but as soon as you came to your senses, you quickly pushed on his shoulders and reached for the door and Bucky quickly duked down behind the loveseat.

“Honey, do you want some cocoa, mom’s making some cocoa!”

You opened the door, just enough to stick your head out. Your breath was shaky, chest heaving up and down, “no, dad, I do not want cocoa, honestly I’m 21 years old”

You father looked at you confused but the frown on his face turned into a smirk as he said, “okay, I just thought I remember somebody saying last week that her fantasy was to live in a chocolate house”

You heard a soft snicker from inside your room and your eyebrows shot up, “well, that’s impractical” you shut the door but opened it again, “and fattening,” you shut the door again.

You turned back and saw Bucky with his chin resting on the top of the loveseat, “chocolate house?” he joked, tilting his head to the side.

You rolled your eyes as you opened the door and saw your father standing there with a frown on his face once again, “sorry dad”

“It’s okay I—”

“I can’t have um cocoa right now, I’m- I’m working, I’m doing this, I’m- I have cramps!”

“Oh”

“Yes, I feel pukey and emotional, I’ve been crying—”

“Alright that’s—”

“It’s gross, I can’t have cocoa,” you gulped.

“Good good” your father shook his head, looking at the wall behind you.

“It’s brutal, you don’t wanna know” you whispered, making a gagging expression.

“Got it, that’s- I got it” your father nodded, turning around, he threw a thumbs up in the air.

“Thanks, daddy” you yelled out, shutting your door and locking it.

You rested your forehead on the door and sighed. Bucky sneaked up behind you and softly grabbed you by the waist, he kissed your exposed skin on your shoulder, his lips were warm on your skin.

“He could have caught you,” you whispered, moving away from him.

Bucky grasped your wrist, pulling you back to him and you stumbled back on his hard chest, “but he didn’t”

He leaned in, attaching his lips to yours, he softly tugged on your hair and you whimpered. As your lips fell open, he was quick to sneak his tongue inside your mouth and you moaned against his lips.

“Bucky, wait” you pulled away, shaking your head at him, “you should leave because what if dad becomes like- I don’t know- suspicious”

“But I don’t want to leave” Bucky whined like a little kid as he tugged on the hem of your tank top.

“He’ll kill you if he finds you here” you rolled your eyes at him, falling back on the bed.

“Did you know back in our days, Steve opposed 117 nations to protect me?” Bucky smirked, “he’s not gonna hurt me”

He crawled on top of you, resting his hands on either side of your shoulders. You’ve heard about the incident that broke up the Avengers a million times, Tony and your dad never stopped joking about it at the get-togethers.

“Well, back in your days, you weren’t fucking his daughter” you smirked, your eyes squinting at him.

“I haven’t fucked you” he whispered, “yet”

“It’s only been 3 months, I’ll make you wait a little more” you said, your voice smug.

“Well, I’ve still been to places… your places” he said, his voice low and filled with lust, “do you remember that time I tasted you? My pretty doll tasted so good for me—”

You pulled yourself up on your elbows, pecking his lips and shushing him. Not wanting him to see you so flushed, you rolled over with him under you now and your lips landed on his neck, you were quick to leave a pretty lovebite on him.

As you continued your work on his neck, with his head thrown back and soft moans falling out of his lips, you felt his bulge pressing between your thighs. He gripped your hips and lifted himself off the bed, desperately trying to feel you against him.

“Okay” you huffed and sat on his lap, you teased him by pushing a little harder on his bulge, “that’s enough waiting”

He quickly nodded, “3 months is a lot of waiting, yeah” his voice was shaky, neck red from the heat creeping up to his face.

“You wanna fuck me?” you whispered, nudging your face closer to his as he sat up with you still on his lap.

“So badly, doll” he said, resting his hands on your waist.

“Get to it then” you softly giggled, getting off his lap and crawling up on the bed.

You rested your back against the headboard and you removed your cotton shorts, spreading your legs wide open for Bucky to see the dampened spot on your underwear. As he looked at your face twisting in pleasure when you softly brushed your fingers over your clothed cunt, he was sure he was going to devour you tonight. He was going to absolutely wreck you.

I had to leave it at that, whatever happened after that was wild and they broke the bed so yeah🤠