#I started talking in the comments but decided to make a post

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

Date Everything Headcanon: A New House

Hello! Last night I was thinking about Eddie and Volt’s Realization ending and some posts about the player moving out of the house after everyone leaves and my brain spit this out. The focus is on Eddie and Volt, but I’ll have as many characters joining in as possible. For now, it’s only a set of headcanons, but if people are interested in oneshots or even a fic I’d be happy to write it! Just let me know. My ask box is open for requests!

Before you read, this will have spoilers for Realization endings and I want to tack on a content warning just in case. There will be some themes of loneliness and OCD/Hoarding, but I won’t be going too into depth. If you want a scale, it’ll be much less intense than Jerry–maybe closer to Hoove’s thing.

The Discovery

Eddie and Volt are very much caught up in their own lives and business for a while–after all, starting a Real Estate business is no easy task. You’re there to cheer them on from the sidelines, and they visit when they can. It’s just almost always meeting up at a bar or club for a quick drink, dance, or chat.

Once they settle in a bit better, however, the two start visiting you at home. Eddie’s mostly focused on making sure the electrical panel and the house’s wiring is in working order (and not going to burn the place down), so it’s Volt who spends time with you. Over the course of their visits, he notices that something seems to have changed.

It’s little things at first. You’re quieter, more subdued, and the hugs you give them before they leave feel just a little bit tighter. Then one day he comments on how the wall paper upstairs might need replacing–the corner’s been peeling for years, after all–and you immediately shut it down. When he tries to have a discussion about it, you accidentally refer to the wall as ‘him’ before shutting down completely.

That’s when Volt notices something–the house has not changed since the day the last object-turned-human left for their new lives. Koa had sent you new furniture pieces, he knows, but none can be found anywhere in the house. There’s a fine layer of dust on most surfaces, and every object he lifts leaves behind a perfect indentation to mark where it “should” be.

It takes a few more visits for the two of them to finally bring it up to you, and the reason you give them is heartbreaking: not only do you miss your friends and lovers, but a part of you is afraid they’re still somehow connected to their original objects. What if you vacuum up all the dust bunnies and something happens to Dolly? Would accidentally knocking over the ship-in-a-bottle that was once Jacques be breaking him?

Eddie and Volt’s hearts break as they realize the accidental hell you’ve trapped yourself into, and sure, maybe Eddie is supposed to be working on not carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but they decide they can make an exception just this once for their Live Wire. They know they can’t leave you alone in this empty house terrified that any change will ruin the lives you’d worked so hard to give to the dozens of people you’d grown to love.

The Intervention

The first step is a lot of phone calls, starting with Teddy, Jerry, Chance, and Lady Memoria. Chance’s certifications in Psychology come in handy for talking you through your fears, especially with Jerry there to remind you of how you helped him. Sure, his junk wasn’t exactly alive in the same way these objects had been, but it’s nice to not feel alone. When things get to be too much, Teddy is there for a comforting hug and encouragement. That’s when their fifth guest arrives: Beau.

When they first propose the plan to you, you’re absolutely against it. However, Beau reasons, she was the embodiment of every cardboard box in the house, not just a single object. It wouldn’t kill her to lose just one. Besides, if it will help you, she’d gladly embark on such a treacherous adventure–what’s one hand or ear in the grand scheme of things? If anything, she’ll have an incredible story to tell her campers.

Once that first box is carefully cut down to a more manageable size with a box cutter and placed in the trash without any harm to Beau, that’s when you break down with relief. From that point on, it’s time for Memoria to take over–with some help, of course.

Objects are sorted into three categories: Functioning, Non-Functioning, and Fixed. One by one, the people that represent the parts of the house you absolutely can’t take with you visit to reassure you that they won’t be hurt by being left behind. By the time Jean-Loo is dragged in both to apologize for his silence and tell you that it’s alright to not take actual toilets with you, you’re feeling rather silly about the whole thing. Most of their visits are, of course, spent reminiscing and enjoying each other’s company, beginning to fill the void you didn’t even know existed.

For the non-functioning category, Hoove and Freddy actually encourage you to buy replacements for the objects they used to be. All the major appliances in the house that you could take with you are either past the end of their warranty or just about at the end, and they all agree they’d rather you have safer, better functioning ones than get caught up on sentimentality. Again, each of them gets a tight hug upon departure, leaving behind a promise to visit or at least communicate a bit more often.

Finally, the functioning category. Memoria gives you four options: keep, storage, trash, or offer it to the person themselves so they can decide. You and Lyric split your book collection, well-read copies full of sentimental value that even a first edition couldn’t replace, Diana encourages you to keep using your diary, and Barry is delighted to take you to replace your old cosmetics with new ones.

Weeks of work pass, and once it’s just you, Jerry, Teddy, Chance, and Lady Memoria left, the house is emptier, sure, but much lighter. You thank them with tearful hugs and whispers of love and support. Then, finally, you’re alone–that is, until Volt and Eddie arrive and ask you to come with them.

The Surprise

It’s a short drive to their newest property acquisition, one spent with quiet conversation about how you’re feeling. You thank them for caring enough to help pull you out of that hole you were in, and Eddie simply smiles while Volt tells you not to thank them just yet.

The house they lead you into is quite a bit bigger than your old place. Eddie talks about the work he’s put into redoing the ventilation, electrical, and plumbing while Volt paints a picture of what each room could be–a gym and an office, of course, but also plenty of guest rooms, a library, a music room, and even a game room. Finally, at the end of the tour, they make you an offer: your old house for this one. A fresh start, one where you’ll have room for the friends and lovers that you now know miss you just as much as you miss them will be able to come and visit–or even stay with you fully with their own spaces–to spend time with you and engage in the activities that you’d bonded over. 

When asked about the price difference between the two properties, they simply wave it off, telling you not to worry. The secret? Several of your more successful object-turned-human loved ones decided to chip in to cover the cost. It’s a gift made with love and care–after all, none of them want their beloved human to be alone. That house had, for many of them, been a veritable prison. They can’t stand to leave you to that same fate.

Koa was overjoyed when you finally accepted his gifts of new furniture, with each and every couch and bed that passed through your door stamped with his utmost seal of approval. Washford and Drysdale insisted upon handling the landscaping themselves, and both your front and back yards became the envy of all your new neighbors. Artt, Daisuke, and Hector took it upon themselves to ensure artworks of every kind had a place on the walls and surfaces. By the time everyone who wanted to had left some sort of personal touch on your new abode and you and those who had chosen to take up a more permanent residence had finished settling in, the place was bursting with the life and love that you hadn’t even known you’d been missing.

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Epic Buddie Fic Rec | March 31st-May 15th 2025 (PART THREE)

Hey guys!! Long time no see!!

Sorry I haven't been around, you guys know the drill... The usual excuses, work, real life, been busy, yadda yadda yadda... But I'm on vacation now so I finally had time to work on a fic rec! Unfortunately, many many weeks have passed which means I have many many weeks of fics to go through to catch up 😆 oh well. We'll start with this!

parent trap by rizcriz (Post-S8E12: Disconnected | 6K | T ): Or, Buck goes to El Paso.

❤️there it is again, sitting on my chest (makes it hard to catch my breath) by Elgney (Post-Eddie moving, Angst, Getting Together | 27K | T): “She wants my kidney. That’s what fucking happened, okay? My dad needs a kidney donor and they remembered why they bothered having me in the first place. Is that what you wanted to hear? That my parents finally found a use for me after all these years?”

rack ’em up, big blonde by markofalover/ @markofalover (Getting Together | 3K | T): ...or, Eddie has a crush on Orville Peck, who totally does not look like Buck.

might as well be drunk in love by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Buddie Roommates | 1,3K | T): OR: buck comes home drunk, and tells eddie something he didn't quite mean to.

all of my life, it's been all for you by staticsilencee (Soulmate AU, Getting Together | 10K | T): Occasionally, people’s names wouldn’t match up. It wasn’t common, and the only cases Buck had ever personally heard of had involved literal criminals, but it did happen. The other option– well. Either Buck was secretly a killer without knowing about it, or Eddie had taken one look at him and decided he wanted nothing to do with him. In some ways, Buck couldn’t even blame him.

i told my sister about you by rizcriz (Buck&May | 4K | T): “Eddie kissed me last night,” he says, quietly, carefully—it feels a bit like it’s being pulled from him, like if he doesn’t say it right here, right now, he might actually explode, but he doesn’t know how to say it, because it doesn’t make sense. Or: Buck highjacks his and May's weekly breakfast.

on a hot summer night by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (PWP, Phone Sex | 4K | E): There's another silence, a brief one. Eddie's stomach swoops like he's in freefall. Then Buck says, even lower, "What would you do? If you were here?"

Say you were made to be mine by scarmaddiewrites (A/B/O AU, Post-Eddie moving | 44K | E): Buck starts to feel sick after Eddie leaves for Texas, Eddie starts to feel sick after leaving for Texas…the two aren’t connected, right?

(someone who loves you wouldn’t do this) by justhockey (Post-Eddie moving | 7K | T): Every time Eddie steps through this front door he feels like a little kid again. But he’ll do this for Christopher. He’ll grit his teeth and he’ll grin and bear it, taking every underhanded comment and every brazen insult like a man who knows how it feels to be shot. Who knows what it takes to survive it.

Three Phone Calls by CourtepointeClementine/ @courtepointeclementine, sunlight/ @justonebigbee (Post-S8E8: Wannabes | 8K | T): Buck calls Maddie. Maddie calls Eddie. Eddie calls Buck. They get there.

And what is this? Everything by scarmaddiewrites (Post-S8E11: Holy Mother of God, Getting Together | 4K | T): Eddie and Buck’s first night as roommates…who get the room and who gets the couch?

Assigned Gay by Targeted Advertisements by sunlight/ @justonebigbee (Post-S7E10: All Fall Down, Getting Together | 11K | T): At first, Eddie thinks nothing of it. He lives in LA: there are plenty of ads specifically for queer people all over the place, so it’s not like he’s never seen a billboard with a rainbow on it. Then Buck starts talking about data privacy and the ads just keep coming, so Eddie starts to wonder if the advertising companies know something about him that he doesn’t.

im not angry anymore for what you did by staticsilencee (Post-Eddie moving | 18K | T): Eddie makes his return to Texas, determined to win his son back over- only to find that maybe his parents have been the real problem all along.

Unexpected Desires by Charlesburg (Post-S8E12: Disconnected, PWP | 6K | E): OR Buck accidentally sends Eddie the link to his anonymous erotic baking OnlyFans and Eddie loses his mind over an apron.

Holding Pattern by glorious_spoon (S8, Alive Bobby, Friends to Lovers | 2K | M): Or: kitchen scene, redux.

[specialistpinky]

DIOYH: do it on your husband (modern!sukuna x black fem!reader)

a/n: inspired by this lil tikytok from @/trintheweirdo 😏 this is my take on black fem!reader experimenting on modern!sukuna! enjoy~

it’s common knowledge that Sukuna adores, admires, loves you—his beautiful wife. he’s devoted to making you the happiest woman to roam the earth, so he does everything possible to achieve that, even if that means compromising his masculinity to assist you in your newfound hobbies.

a few months ago, you practiced acrylics on him, and the nails turned out beautiful! you posted it on TikTok just for funsies, plus you figured it was a good outlet to showcase your skills.

what you never expected, though, was for the video to skyrocket into virality.

currently, the video sits at 4.5 million views, nearly a million likes, and tens of thousands of comments. you aren’t too thrilled about the latter part for obvious reasons.

but you’re happy your skills are gaining traction. despite the comments irrelevant to the video, you received plenty of positive feedback.

you decided, why not go all out and show the people more of your skills, yes?

you make sure your phone is recording and test the clip-on mini microphones. you turn to your husband, who’s sitting with his arms folded and a scowl on his face, his attempt to manspread on your vanity chair failing because it’s much too small for that.

you flash him a knowing grin, walking over to him and clipping on his mic. “why so mopey, baby?”

he growls low in his throat, his upper lip curled.

“i don’t understand why i have to be your little fuckin’ guinea pig for this,” he grumbles. you see the faint pout on his lips despite his hostile expression. “shit ‘s fuckin’ stupid.”

“uhhh, because you’re my husband, and you wanna make me happy by being involved in the stuff i like, right?” you ask like it’s obvious, clipping on your microphone onto your baby tee.

“why can’t you do this shit on your own head?” he retorts, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows.

you match his expression. “baby, i already explained to you that it’s easier to work on someone else’s head.”

“so, why not one of your friends?”

you suck your teeth and reply, “they’re all at work, Kuna.”

“what about Uraume?”

“they work today, too. i called them and—tch! man, why do i have to explain this to your ass? all you gotta do is sit your pretty ass in that chair and let me work!”

he uncrosses his arms, gesturing angrily. “but i’ll look like a little bi—!”

“aht, aht!” you scold, wagging your finger at him. “don’t finish that sentence. you know better. i’m not one of your little fuckass friends who think it’s cool to call women bitches and females and allat.”

you jab his forehead with your index finger, leaving a crescent-shaped imprint from your nail. he snarls, snatching his head to the side. “just hurry up, woman. i have places to be.”

you suck your teeth and hit him in his shoulder. “motherfucka, you ain’t got nowhere to be! it’s your day off.”

you wave him off and walk over to adjust the tripod.

“i’m leaving that shit in, by the way,” you say over your shoulder, not waiting to hear his response before you back up and start your intro to the video.

“hey y’all, it’s your girl—the best in the west, dressed to impress, and keeping these bitches puh-ressed. and today, we are back with another video. i’m gonna be showing y’all how to install a lace front. i have my lovely hubby to style. say hi, baby!”

you move so he’s in frame, and you wave at the camera, encouraging him to do the same. he doesn’t move. he’s as still as a damn rock, glaring at you through the camera.

you slowly put your hand down and hold back the urge to roll your eyes and keep talking.

you yap away about glues and laces and density (what the fuck does density have to do with hair, Sukuna will never ask) while Sukuna listens somewhat. he can’t pay attention too well when your hands are massaging his shoulders, or your cleavage occasionally presses against his ear.

he lets you do whatever you want to him. he lets up pile on product, comb, brush, and yank as much as you need to. when you turn his head for him, he follows. when you tell him to hold something down, he’s pressing on it hard. unfortunately, that comes with questions every two seconds.

“what is that for?”

“why is this shit on my head?”

“how long is this gonna take?”

“woman, why do you stop and explain something every three seconds? just finish this up already!”

at one point, you stop and sigh, hand on hip. you stare at him through the phone and hold your edge brush to his throat like a knife, whispering, “keep asking me questions, and imma chain you to this goddamn chair and make you try on every goddamn lace front i got in this house, the only collection as far as you know i have.”

you stand up straight. “now, can i continue without you interrupting me, sir?”

he doesn’t respond with more than a clenched jaw, so you take that as a green light to continue.

of course, mr. question-and-complain-about-his-wife-having-fun is grumpy now, but you plan to make it up to him afterwards.

“okay, guys, this next step is super important. when you put on the wig, make sure the straps stretch around from the back of your head…”

you show the camera the inside of the unit as a demonstration, then turn to your husband, stretching the unit as far as you can and struggling to fit it on Sukuna’s big ass head.

“would you quit fucking around and put in on—!”

“boy, shut the fuck up! i’m trying—fuck!” you huff, “it’s ’cause you got a big ass head,” you grunt. you give the wig one last tug and secure it properly. you tell him to lift his head up and gently sweep strands out of his face.

“you should damn well by now that nothin’ about me is small, wife. i’m big everywhere. and i mean everywhere.”

you gasp, a hand over your chest and a feigned offended look on your face. you look down at him. he’s lifting his eyebrows suggestively at the camera before looking up at you and throwing you a wink.

you can’t help but guffaw, letting out an embarrassing snort that you may or may not cut out of the video. you cover your mouth, so over him and his bullshit, but you're reminded of exactly why you married him.

“uh uh! you did not just say that.” your eyes widen as his words settle in more. “Kuna!”

“whaaaat? it’s fuckin’ true. my woman would know better than anyone else, yeah?” he says, smirking.

“oh my god, shut the fuck up. you fuckin’ piss me off!” you chuckle, shoving his shoulder. you comb the unit, just messing with it until it looks presentable. “cut this part out, future me. i don’t need nobody else thinkin’ about my man like that.”

his large arm snakes around your waist and pulls you close, his lips grazing your exposed midriff and his eyes directed to yours. “nah, don’t cut that out; keep that shit in. let ‘em know you’re the only woman whose opinion on me i give a fuck about. you’re my wife. that’s all that matters.”

his hand travels down to your ass and squeezes, then swats it, making you yip.

you roll your eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “you lucky i love your stupid ass.”

you lean down and give him a smooch, then two more, then five more. a smile spreads across your face. “wouldn’t have it any other way, though.”

you continue the video. “anyway! now, as y’all can see, it takes a little finesse sometimes depending on the size of the head, so if you have a bigger head like my husband here—”

“aye! right here, woman.”

“—make sure your wig density…”

the rest of your words fade into background noise as Sukuna zeroes in on your lips and hands, satisfied with his doing: making you happy.

you tease and brush, glue down and curl the hair, going for those 80s type of curls. after about ten minutes, Sukuna’s getting antsy, slumped over and eyes trained on the camera.

you don’t even need to look at him when you pinch his cheek and tell him to quit mean-mugging the audience.

he watches you grab another bottle, completely tired of the whole thing at this point.

“is that the last thing? we’re done after this, right?” he asks, fidgeting like an anxious child.

“yes, honey, we’re almost done. we’re gonna use some hairspray on the unit to keep the curls in place. Kuna, cover your eyes, please.”

Sukuna complies and cups a hand over his face as you spray the curtain bangs first, then travel to the curls, and finally hit the back of the wig.

you spray a few more spritz for good luck. you gently smooth the middle part down with your hands and smile. “alright, we are all done!”

“finally! i’m fucking sore and hungry as shit,” Sukuna groans, standing up and stretching his arms over his head, his shirt rising and revealing his v-line. you step in front of him to cover his indecency.

he scratches his stomach and yawns, “need some food before i go goddamn haywire.”

“okay, you big baby, we can order something.” you point to the bathroom door and say, “before that, go look in the mirror and see what you look like.”

he instinctively sucks his teeth but doesn’t protest when you give him a stern look.

“okay, fuckin’ fine,” he grumbles, dragging his feet.

you quickly grab the camera and run before he turns the light on so you can capture his reaction.

just as he flicks the switch, you point the phone at him. his face is priceless: jaw ticking, eye twitching, and hands hovering over his head.

“what the fuck did you do to me, woman?” he whispers, digging his hands into and ruffling the wig. you slap his hands away. “baby, you’re gonna mess up the hairstyle!”

“i don’t give a flying fuck! why the fuck do i look like a mötley crüe groupee?”

“so, you saying you don’t like it?”

“man, fuck…” he starts to say but cuts himself off when he turns and sees unshed tears in the corners threatening to spill onto your pouty, quivering bottom lip.

his nose scrunches. he looks back at the mirror and pats his head. “…it’s not that bad. stop being dramatic.”

his attempted compliment makes your crocodile tears dry up. “so, you sayin’ i did good, baby?”

Sukuna lets out a grunt of approval. he continues admiring himself in the mirror and twisting the hair in his fingers.

you snicker and zoom in on him. “oh my god, look, y’all. he feeling himself real bad. period, Kuna! you look good!”

he squints and says in a gruff, hissy tone, “don’t piss me off, woman,” then claws at your phone to push it away. “point that shit somewhere else.”

turning the camera on yourself, you give a thumbs up and a toothy grin. “mission successful, y’all. hope you enjoyed this video on how to install a wig. all products are available for purchase when you click that orange cart below and—”

“quit talking to that damn camera and come take this goddamn rat’s nest. it’s startin’ to itch.”

you sigh and shake your head. “this man get on my damn nerves, so imma go. thanks for watching, and see y’all next time. byeeee!” you throw up a peace sign and smile before covering the camera and stopping the recording.

“okay, video’s done. i’m so excited to edit and see how much attention we get this... time.”

your jaw drops to the floor when you turn to see Sukuna digging his nails through the bald cap, your wig now hanging on for dear life in his tight clutch.

“bruh, what the fuck!” you yell. “not you yanked the wig off like that. and why the fuck you got it crumpled in your hand? gimme that shit.”

you snatch the unit from Sukuna and flick him in the forehead. he doesn’t flinch; in fact, he smirks and scratches harder.

“you were taking too long, so i took it off myself.”

“so you couldn’t wait ten seconds for me to cut the video before you ripped the shit off your skin?”

he shrugs. “ain’t hurt. shit was easy to take off. that glue is weak as fuck,” he quips, walking out of the bathroom but not before he hooked his arm around you and brought you with him.

you slap him in his big burly chest a few times, none of your blows affecting him. you pout again and mumble, “fuckin’ asshole.”

he leans down and plants a fat, wet kiss on one cheek, another on the other, then plants one on your lips.

“sure am. i’m your asshole, woman.”

you two bicker a little about how it went as you get ready to pick up food, arms linked and your head on his chest, telling him how much fun it was to experiment on him. he would never say this out loud, but he enjoys being your guinea pig as much as he protests it.

regardless, you know Sukuna will do whatever you, his beautiful, gorgeous, ambitious wife, want to keep you happy. that even means compromising his feelings and playing as your little dress-up doll for a stupid TikTok.

all in the name of devotion, right?

(by the way, the new video gets double the traction, meaning more women to fend off in the comments. nothing you can't handle, though.)

[redacted-00101]

Modern-day DPS Headcanons

These have been rattling around in my head for a while and I desperately need to tell someone

Knox is the most performative man to ever perform: I’m talking matcha lattes, sambas, beebadoobee, the whole shabang, this man definitely owns a fucking labubu

They all defo have a discord server together AND they all play video games together be so fr. Everyone plays except Todd because he’s just not super into gaming BUT despite that he still likes to watch and Pitts always makes sure to share his screen so he can watch.

Cameron definitely has a beef in a random comment section on a random youtube video from 2012 that’s spanned over the course of like 7 years in which they reply to each other every few months. It definitely started as a petty beef but over time their responses have definitely become more coherent and structured, and the thread is definitely over 200 messages long.

Neil LOVES the website Backstage.

Everyone uses and abuses sparknotes and studoc like it’s nobodies business.

Neil and Charlie definitely had a youtube channel together where they posted stupid and borderline offensive videos at the age of like 11

Charlie is an extremely niche microcelebrity in the sense that he accidentally went viral on vine back in the day because one of the other poets (probably Neil) posted a video of his usual shenanigans and it became a meme. Now years later on his tiktok and instagram posts he’ll get the occasional ‘oh my god, are you the [insert whatever stupid shit he was doing in the vine] kid from that one vine?’ (this is the first thing Knox asked him when they met in freshman year 💔)

Kind of irrelevant but KNOX IS A MUNCH!! 🤭

Meeks is definitely super into drones and filming those drone videos and shit where they fly over nice terrain, he also definitely loves a good robotics competition.

Speaking of robotics, all the poets are in their high school robotics club together. The rest of them only really joined because Meeks and Pitts were super into it and really wanted everyone else to give it a try and it sort of became a thing. Something tells me it eventually grew on Todd, but Charlie, Neil, Knox, and Cameron are just there for the vibes, personality hires type shit (they’re fucking useless at competitions)

Todd and Neil are lowkey mindful about screen time but the rest of them dgaf and are super online all the time, and even then, Neil will go through phases where he’s online 24/7 and then he’s all of a sudden reconnecting with nature and opening his third eye. Sometimes the poets will be making references or spewing brainrot, and half the time Todd will get it, but the other half someone has to pull up a video and then he’ll chuckle and be like ‘oh, I get it’ even if he didn’t really get it.

Knox fucks with tarot card but sucks at them. Just to piss him off, Charlie decided to use his talents for good and got really really good at tarot readings, but it got to a point where it genuinely just became a hobby for him and he started to really enjoy it. Needless to say, Charlie can and will read people to absolute FILTH.

They’re all on substacked and letterboxd and use that shit on the regular.

I trust that Neil, Todd, Meeks, and Charlie are super against AI and chatgpt; for Neil and Todd, they don’t really fuck with it due to the implications it has for creative careers, Meeks finds it intellectually understimulating at best and a detriment to academia/critical thinking at worst, and Charlie just doesn’t really agree with the politics surrounding it. Cameron and Knox don’t really gaf and Pitts is indifferent, but he still doesn’t use it out of respect for his friends.

Meeks and Pitts were fs 2b2t veterans, they were in the fucking trenches of that server.

Cameron and Neil are Kumon victims.

Meeks is definitely the guy that’s always playing tetris or cool math games in every class and quickly flicks windows when the teacher walks by, but he still manages to maintain a perfect gpa.

Pitts and Charlie always start every semester swearing up and down that this’ll be their academic comeback and that this time they’re going to be academic weapons, but every time they find themselves four weeks into the term already playing roblox or some shit in class instead of paying attention 💔

I have heaps more shit floating around in my head, so if someone enjoys this post I might do a part 2!

[thelocalcoyote]

(He can very much read actually, in this post-game setting, he loves Shakespeare)

(Put the dialogue in the description in case it’s hard to read)

Remember how I said the next one would be higher quality? Apparently I lied, sorry. Anyways, now that I have your attention

I need your help with deciding something

I wanted to draw a funny little storyline about Smitten and a princess touring the city during the tournament (because of course I need to make a storyline, why do I need to make a storyline there’s already a storyline in the tournament, why, brain?)

Initially, I was planning on bringing the Damsel, but I’ve seen people express a clear dislike for Smitten/Damsel shipping. And I see why.

Now, I obviously don’t want to endorse toxic and harmful relationships. In this story, Smitten and Damsel would have had a lot of time to talk things through, reconcile, and just heal from the events of the game to the point where they feel they can get a fresh start, this time with better communication and understanding, of themselves and each other. (I would love to explore a post-game healing relationship with them, possibly even here if y’all are ok with it but also definitely just on my own in like a comic or fanfic or something).

Why am I doing this, I dunno, I like reconciliation and people working things out and maybe I fell a little too in love with the first ever Damsel route I saw, the one where you just leave with her no questions asked. Where it was just as simple as that.

Would this still make people mad? I don’t want to cause trouble or make anyone upset, so what do you think?

Uh sorry for rambling and asking probably a dumb question, please don’t hate me and hope you have a good day anyways!❤️

[bemyaehiweloveskz]

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precis: fake dating trope, angst/comfort (mostly backstory and then a bit of description), people are hating and harassing them more than usual while on a fake date and han gets overwhelmed and has a panic attack because of the people but also because he thinks she doesnt care, reader comforts him, kinda open ended??

basil's note: part of @starlostastronaut's stays secret fic exchange for... @oceanz7! i hope you enjoy! its as accurate as i can make it description of anxiety,, i havent had a fullon panic attack in a while,, probably very inaccurate in terms of haters but thats as much my problem as how the back of my head looks (it should be my problem but i ignore it)

divider by: idk i saw it on another persons post and it fit the vision but they didnt have creds so i dont think i need any? not mine thoe

wc: 842

now playing: noone noticed - the marias (i would have a link but tumblr is being a bitch)

it was windy. it was freezing cold. the snow fell thick and fast, an icy, white shield blocking out everything that wasn't closer to you than three metres. so of course, the company had decided that it was perfect weather for another one of their staged dates.

it had all started around seven months ago. the ceo had decided that the fans didn't have anything interesting to obsess over other than comebacks and photoshoots. they didn't have anything personal. so after several days shut up in boardrooms with managers and publicists, she and han were called into the ceo's office for a meeting. she still remembered his words as if they had just been said to her.

'it won't be for long. just to... engage the fans more until a few weeks before han's solo debut.'

he turned to han. 'i've spoken with your manager, and we think it will be beneficial for the both of you for the comeback to be angsty and emotional. as if you're mad at her. as if you hate her for the way she hurt and used you.'

she started to protest, not liking the way she would be painted as heartless, as a villain.

then he turned to her. 'and you. you have a solo coming up soon, no?' she nodded, and the ceo smiled before continuing. 'i've seen the lyrics. love. devotion. obsession, but healthy.'

she nodded hesitantly, looking at him wearily as he continued. 'you releasing an album of love songs, then him releasing a song in which he hates you will buy you both more fans. more haters too, but it should stay a similar proportion as it is now. not to mention those generated from you posting each other and being seen together.'

and so it had begun. it started small, simple, virtually untraceable, them both being happier in appearances. just to get people talking, making theories about what had them happier, not that people would connect it. then it became slight touches from either in the other's posts online. a second water bottle in one's live, a pair of shoes the wrong size in the other's vlog. and then it became instagram posts of two shadows, two drinks, a girl with long hair in his, a guy in a blue sweater in hers.

and people had talked. but not the way the management intended. sure, some people liked it, said they were good for each other. but the majority, the vast majority hated it. they said it was forced, disgusting, unnecessary, that they weren't allowed to date. they showed up to appearances and events, throwing things and screaming. they left hate comments under every post. they somehow knew when and where they would be seen together. like they did now.

she and han were walking in the snow in some park, hand in hand, bundled in scarves and beanies and thick jackets. it was worse than it had ever been. they threw water, rubbish and rotten food. they screamed derogatory insults and recorded their reactions.

it wasn't too big of a deal, considering the situation, until she felt han's hand tightening around hers. felt his fingers flexing and then relaxing. saw his shoulders rising and falling far faster than any calm persons should.

she glanced over at him. to the untrained eye, han looked normal. he was good at hiding it. to the eye of one who knew him, something was very wrong. his eyes were slightly wild, flicking from one thing to another too fast, scanning his surroundings, glancing occasionally at the photographers and the screaming 'fans'. his skin was clammy and slightly paler than usual, and his jaw was tensed.

'han,' she whispered, glancing around at where the paparazzi were standing, leading them off a side path, deeper into the park, towards the a thicket of trees in an area that looked quieter than the main path they were on.

she hurried towards the trees, sinking down into a crouch the snow, pulling him down with her, one hand bracing his shoulder, the other cupping his chin so she could meet his eyes.

'breathe, han. we're fine.' she assured, her eyes wide and doe, trying to convince him as much as herself that nothing serious would happen.

he shook his head. 'why are you doing this? didn't you hear the things they were saying? they don't—i don't—think you care about me.' she hears his voice getting more panicked, his breathing speeding up as he fell forward to both knees, looking at the ground. ' and-and they're right. you don't, do you? you hate me. you think i'm a burden, that this is a waste of your time.'

he looked up again, and part of her broke. his eyes were slightly red, brimming with tears and the insecurity that had built up over months of invalidation and insults.

she sighed, her hand moving from his shoulder to his hand, lacing his fingers with hers, squeezing them slightly. 'han... i care about you. so much. more than you know.'

thank you for reading!

[locally-normal]

Apologies for the abstract nonsense, but, I think this is essentially because group objects in the category of groups are the abelian groups, and functors preserve group objects.

My question is, is this also essentially why pi_2 and on are abelian?

At first glance, no right, the Eckman Hilton argument is its own thing.

But I think Eckman Hilton is essentially why an E_1 algebra in E_1 algebras is an E_2 algebra. And that sounds like it should, in 1-categories, simplify down to this statement about group objects in the category of groups? Is that true? Feels weird.

Pretty neat that for a topological group G with identity element e, we have that π₁(G,e) is abelian

[thatswhatsushesaid]

i think fandom spaces would become much more enjoyable across the board if people stopped flipping their pancakes over other fans enjoying characters that they don't like. or, god forbid, like them but in 'the wrong way.'

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[numbuh424]

what do you mean "new game, same toys" hit 50 kudos already 🥹🥹🥹

[abyssal-luka]

that reminds me, have you ever seen how weird they got about stimboards on tiktok? fucking wild

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Broke: everyone fights over whose Batman’s favorite

Woke: everyone fights over whose Dicks favorite bc Dick isn’t an emotionally stunted loser (I shit talk Bruce so much but I love him, he’s just also a loser) and trying to get in the bats favor is like trying to catch sand in a sieve

————

Damian: obviously I’m Graysons favorite I was his Robin

Tim: dude I was the first Robin he trained and we still talk every day I am 100% the favorite

Steph: fuck you! You disappeared off the the face of the earth when he was Batman I was actually here I’m 100% the favorite everyone knows Wing loves me.

Jason: Dick willingly went to Gotham to spend time with me even when he was mad at Bruce. Has Dick ever been in Gotham when he was mad at Bruce for you guys? No? Didn’t think so?

Damian: ….

Steph:…

Tim: that’s because you sucked so much he thought you’d get blown up trying to have to bludhaven.

Jason: oi! Low blow, you can’t use a man’s death against him

Damian: shut up we’ve all died before

Steph: you literally said you were allowed to break Tim’s laptop bc you died b4

Jason: yeah it’s MY DEATH I can use it how I want

Tim: we really gonna call your 14yr old 4’7 self a man?

Cass: he helped me train when B rejected me I’m the favorite

Tim: you can’t be Dicks favorite you’re already Bab’s favorite those are the only 2 likable older members of the family. (They’ve decided Alfred doesn’t count since he’s legally not allowed to have favorites)

Dick: Duke is my favorite

Damian: what?

Tim: how?

Jason: this shit is rigged

Steph: What?? You barely spend time with him?

Duke who has been eating popcorn quietly this whole time:???

Dick: he doesnt steal my suit and murder people

Jason: …

Dick: or tell his friends I threatened to send him to Arkham when I told him to get therapy

Tim:…

Dick: or break into my apartment at 3am because he can’t communicate with his father

Damian:…

Dick: or make me believe he flatlined on the operating table

Steph: …

Dick: or tell me he can’t meet up for a bust because he’s too busy fighting Wonder Woman a hero we work with over text with no context and then go AWOL for 5 days

Cass:…

Dick: or overload his plate with 50 million things I will have to come in and help with

Everyone:

Steph: he started a cult tho??

Dick: was it before or after he was fostered bc if it was before it’s. Not. My. Problem.

Duke: I’m the favorite???

Dick: also I feel like if I died you’re the most likely to take over my duties and not go on a quest for vengeance or try to clone me or put me in the Lazarus pit.

Jason: ID NEVER PUT you in the Lazarus pit…. No comment on the rest tho.

Tim: ditto

Damian: meh you are superior to Todd and he’s relatively functional post the pit I don’t see the issue here.

Steph raising hand: I wouldn’t-

Dick: or help TIM do it

Steph lowering hand:

Dick: plus you have a parent so I don’t have to do 80% of the child rearing while giving Bruce credit

Duke still a little star stuck bc that’s nightwing: IM THE FAVORITE.

[satellitespinner]

ROOMMATE!ELLIE HCS

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. ✦ ݁ ˖ content warnings : college!au, rich!reader, ellie is a cunt, weeeedd, lesbian drama, kinda enemies to lovers, comphet!reader, this is lowkey crack, fluff, angst, ellie is a bitch, jesse and dina are here (who knew!) cat mention, love island mention lol im so sorry, cheating kinda, nonconsenual recording and posting (not ellie.) SMUT, hickeys, fingering (r!rec) strap sex (r!rec) cum eating (r!rec) recording (by ellie) dirty talk, pet names, short smut sequence, reader has hair. willing to do a part 2!!!!

thank you to my lover @valeisaslut for proofreading and assiting with this <3

As always, comments, critiques, and reblogs are always welcome! talk to me and i’ll talk back! ⋆. ୨୧˚⋆

find the dividers i used HERE!

roommate!ellie who moves into the luxurious dorms 3 days after you do, with only her backpack and sanity in tow.

roommate!ellie who is already pissed, it's raining in September and she still has to move all her shit in so she can get comfortable before class starts.

she immediately notices what kind of environment she has stumbled into, as there's only two types of people at a school like this: entitled nepo baby rich girls, and hot girl fit jocks who are nine times out of ten majoring in medicine or law.

was she generalizing? yes.

did she care? no.

her eyes immediately shift over to your fancy coffee maker, and the stupid cute rug outside of your bedroom door. she silently thanks god for the fact that she's in a suite, and not cooped up in some tight fit dorm where her roommate is practically forced down her throat at all times.

roommate!ellie is shocked to say the least, when you scurry out of your room to greet her. you looked.. wealthy. hair neatly pushed out of your face, gold bangles complimenting your skin neatly, and a fat wad of gum that squished between your teeth when you spoke.

“Hi!” you greet her sweetly. ellie notices the way your skin crinkles under your eyes when you smile.

roommate!ellie who gives you a small nod and a tight lipped smile, choosing to keep her distance rather than engaging with you.

you decide not to take her nonchalance to heart and direct her to where her room is. maybe she's just quiet!

roommate!ellie who does not leave her room… but you can hear her rock music blasting through the walls and into the late hours of the night.

when you do see her, it's usually a flash and then she's gone, a quick trip to the kitchen when she doesn't expect you to be awake on the couch, or her scurrying off to class or work.

roommate!ellie who gets so fucking annoyed when you bring your friends to the dorm.. like overly annoyed. as soon as you guys enter, she doesn't miss a beat. “Can you guys, like - go obsess over guys in your room?” you then sigh and just lead them to your own room.

her snarky remarks would lead others to expect that you were the worst human on the planet.

one day she overhears you on the phone with the bank, and can't help but mutter, “What? Daddy put a limit on your black card?” and roll her eyes. you just frown and take your conversation to the bedroom.

roommate!ellie feels a little bad, but unfortunately not bad enough to stop. she torments you in little ways, like telling you to fuck off when you ask her to watch love island with you, or giving dina and jesse that look when you get back from class.

you didn't know why your new roommate resented you so much, but it hurt your feelings cause like? you didn't do anything wrong, you were just trying to make friends with her :(

roommate!ellie who knew exactly why she loathed you. she envied you. your perfect wealth, your perfect status, your perfect boyfriend, who she hadn’t even met but could already guess was just as privileged and perfect as you were. but most of all, she envied the way you never had to worry about money or future, things she had to worry about since she gained consciousness. it clearly wasn’t your fault, but the resentment in her chest made it impossible to bond with you.

roommate!ellie who got into this school by a scholarship she worked hard as hell to get. joel wasn't poor, but still didn't have enough to buy her a space on the “rich people” campus. she was determined, to say the least, to prove to herself and others that money wasn’t everything. that she could have a future as bright as everyone else from the ground up, no silver spoon rusting in her mouth.

by this point, roommate!ellie has made it her life’s mission to embarrass you. she teased you like no other, most of her hits directed at your wealth. she even went as far as insulting your intelligence, at which you responded by scoffing and reminding her of the acceptance rate of the school. “I’m here for a reason, Ellie.” you’d say.

as the leaves shifted colours and snow coated campus roommate!ellie has only gotten worse, you slowly notice the uptick in her irritability after her work hours go up. you notice jesse and dina less and less as it gets colder, and you can hear ellie crying more often.

at this point you’ve started to grow curious about your mysterious roommate, she was practically an enigma to you.

so… what better to do than to snoop?

roommate!ellie’s room resembled that of a teenage boy, and his alcoholic divorced father at the same time. you tiptoed around, eyes catching on multiple rock posters that you almost recognized.

her room was messy, an accurate depiction of the mind you so desperately wanted to know. you laugh at a few of her items, a bong sitting beside her tv, and a few what look to be empty carts laying beside it. then your eyes shift to her bedside table, a leather journal lay closed beside her lamp. you don't mean to be nosy. but the journal is just sitting there, staring back at you.

you flip to the most recent entry, dated to be two nights ago

“Nothing is working, a ticket back home is almost 2 thousand dollars. i dont want to stay here for christmas.”

you move a hand to your mouth, a weird sort of sadness washes over your body. youre empathetic to her situation. youre about to close the book and exit her room when your eyes graze over a piece of paper folded in the back of the journal. curiosity gets the better of you, you gently unfold the tattered paper, it looks older than the rest of the book.

its a simple pencil drawing, a sketch of you sleeping on the couch, a few Z’s are written above your head in the same scrappy handwriting.

you sigh and retreat back to your room before she arrives home.

roommate!ellie who hears your boyfriend before she sees him.

shes already had a shitty day. she was late to class because of her fucking trucks being too loose, some prick spilt coffee all over her white t shirt, and jesse and dina wouldn’t stop talking about her “crush on her cute roommate.”

and when ellie enters the suite, ready to flop onto the couch and die, she's met with the soft banging of your headboard and your boyfriends rather loud grunts. your soft moans fill the air, causing ellie’s ears to flush red.

she slams her backpack down with a little too much force, paying the fact that her laptop could very much be broken no mind. she practically stomps over to your door, and the moans of your boyfriend's name stop as soon as it collides with her fist.

she hears shuffling through the door, but she doesn't wait for you to chase him out and apologize. instead, she makes her way back into her own bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

roommate!ellie ignores your apologetic texts and the few knocks on her door to wander over to her dresser and roll a joint. she hates it here.

roommate!ellie who only gets worse. she calls you names under her breath when you make her dinner as a peace offering, and ignores you when you ask how her day went. this time however, you just nod. wracking your mind on how ellie must feel.

to her, you’re probably the annoying prissy roommate who doesn’t know when to stop.

you sympathize with her from a distance, the idea of plane tickets slowly creeping up on you.

roommate!ellie doesnt do college parties. she doesnt do recreational drinking and meaningless small talk. but guess who does? dina and jesse, and.. you.

roommate!ellie is already annoyed when jesse and dina arrive, you had invited them to pregame in the kitchen alongside you and your equally as rich friends. ellie was quick to speak for them all, a loud no leaving her mouth. she hears one of your friends whisper something along the lines of ‘Told you.” as they walk back into her room.

roommate!ellie’s friends are quick to judge her based on her hostile behaviour.

“I mean, don't you think you're being a bit too mean..?” jesse asks hesitantly. before bringing the glass bong to his lips.

“Maybe she isn’t as bad as you think?” dina suggests, wrapping her thick locks around a curling iron, her focus is on the mirror but her ears tune in intensively.

roommate!ellie doesn't care, she rants about the most minuscule things as she drives.

the party is loud, full of strangers and she can smell the sweat from outside. she groans as the group enters, immediately met with the sight of you grinding onto your boyfriend, his hands on your waist as you sway your his to the rhythm of the song, his expression is dull, uninterested. as if he didn't have the most beautiful girl dancing on him, ellie shakes the thought and walks over to the counter for a drink.

ellie wasn’t drunk, she was buzzed at the most. she ends up on the back porch with some junior, Cat. she was nice, short black hair cut into a bob, l covered in tattoos, she reminded ellie of her sketchbook.

cat was funny, she knew just what to say and how to say it. but ellie’s mind just wasn't there. she decided to ignore the feeling, and allows cat to drag her inside the house to dance.

cat grinds against her for a while, black mini dress slipping above her thighs. ellie’s hands move up and down her waist. ellie pulls the girl closer, her lip makes home between her teeth as cat moves her lips over her neck.

ellie quickly pulls her into a messy kiss, lips moving against her own loudly. cat stops her movements, pulling ellie closer by the neck. ellie opens her eyes as cat pulls away, her eyes meet your own across the room, she couldn’t really decipher what you were feeling, but she did notice that you were alone. polo wearing boyfriend nowhere to be found, ellie rolls her eyes.

“Do you wanna go upstairs..?” cat whispers, her lips gently brushing over ellie’s ear. now, ellie wasnt one for one time hookups, but cats sultry tone corrupts her. so, she accepts.

cat leads ellie up the stairs, fiddling with a few door knobs, all the bedrooms were already pre occupied with other horny students trying to get laid. cat sighs, and pulls ellie towards the bathroom. “no line?” ellie questions. cat laughs and knocks gently on the door.

when the door opens ellie and cat are greeted with an embarrassed blonde, one of your prissy sorority friends, wiping her mouth as she leads her male counterpart out the door. a face ellie is sure she recognizes. but she can't exactly put her finger on it.

she shakes the thought, and follows cat into the bathroom.

roommate!ellie who notices when your boyfriends nice guy facade starts to falter. she notices when your arguments bleed from your bedroom, to the living room, his loud booming voice overpowering yours. she noticed when he began to let the word bitch slip out during petty disputes. and she especially noticed when you would cry over him in the late hours of the night.

sure, roommate!ellie was an asshole, but she wasn't evil.

“Hey.” she whispered, her pajama clad frame resting against the door frame.

you were quick to wipe your tears, standing up from the edge of your bed. “What do you need, ellie?” you approach, “Here to rub it in my face that im having a hard time?” you scoff, ellie’s eyes widen her words jumping from her mouth.

“No i-” she tries to reason, but to no avail.

“Just mind your own! You have never cared about my feelings before, so just - Fuck off, ellie!” you all but whisper, ellie was never seen you like this. mean, cold. she felt like she deserved it.

roommate!ellie who continues to bring her friends over and stink up the house with weed, and blast rock music late at night. but she does it, respectfully?

now, she texts you in advance, and sometimes even asks you first. It wasn't complete selflessness, but it was baby steps.

roommate!ellie who sits down next to you one day when you're watching tv, some cringe reality show that you had been binging.

it feels.. normal, as if she hadn’t been barking insults at you for the past few months. you two laugh at the contestants, she gives her input on the whole show.

“You remind me of Amayah,” she laughs “sensitive gangster.” you laugh loudly. lightly punching ellie in the arm. you two settle once again, the episode halfway over by now.

”You want food?” you ask, opening your phone up to the doordash app. ellie hesitates for a moment. her face unsure.

“I’ll pay. Remember, daddy’s black card?” you wink at her, already punching in your order. ellie agrees reluctantly, and you type hers in too.

roommate!ellie who begins writing in her journal about you. I mean, she was already writing about you. but that was about how much she hated you.

roommate!ellie who feels like she's been shot when she hears you return from class with your stupid boyfriend in tow.

roommate!ellie who decides to swallow her pride and leave her room when he's over. but when she exits her room she is met with a very familiar face, the guy from the party. your boyfriend is quick to meet her gaze, guilt, fear, and probably regret wash over him. he knows, she knows.

“Ellie! this is my boyfriend!” you introduce him by name, unsure if they’ve ever met before. your smile is wide, arm wrapped around his muscled one. if only you knew.

roommate!ellie who doesnt know how shes gonna tell you. you were just starting to get along and she’s not sure how you're gonna react to her telling you that she thinks your boyfriend is cheating on you. with no proof.

roommate!ellie who decides that it isn’t her place to tell you, she isn’t even fully sure yet. and doesn't want to ruin your progress.

roommate!ellie starts going out with cat, its just.. dates. and sex.

roommate!ellie who just cant stop thinking about you. even when you're together, watching love island in the living room. she thinks about you when shes studying, when she’s been dragged to a party by dina, and even when shes knuckles deep inside of her not-so-girlfriend.

roommate!ellie who makes the totally rational decision to start avoiding you, in order to dissolve her tiny crush.

roommate!ellie who one day decides to buy you a christmas present, shes still coping. it’s a simple gift, a small stuffed animal that reminded her of you the second she saw it.

roommate!ellie who rolls her eyes when she enters the dorm, your friends filling the kitchen space. her eyes immediately shift to the shady blonde from the party. she doesn't greet you instead retreating to her room to pack a bowl. your present in hand.

roommate!ellie immediately calls joel for help, ranting about you, and your boyfriend, and your fucked up friends and how much she wants to kiss you. well she doesnt say that.

roommate!ellie who decides she's going to tell you, you don't deserve to be surrounded by people who disrespect you. besides her.

well it turns out, roommate!ellie didn't have to tell you. because when she checked her snap, there was real footage of you and your boyfriend. posted for everyone to see.

roommate!ellie is the first person to send you the video,

williams: this u?

williams: sent a story.

roommate!ellie hears you scream all the way from her bedroom, she can tell you tried to cover it with a pillow. but she still heard it.

you stomp into her room, silky pajamas leaving little to the imagination. tears stream down your face.

“Did you know about this?!” you yell, your voice wet and cracking.

ellie stands from her bed quickly, eyes wide. “No! Why would I-”

“You’ve been out to get me since we met, Ellie!” you cry, your tone accusatory. ellie is about to respond, but you aren’t done.

“I dunno if you're jealous, or heard some things that aren’t true? But im not this evil bitch you paint me out to be!” your voice gets louder. more tears stream down your face. ellie wants to reach out and rub them away.

”I would never do that! jealous or not I promise you-”

“You’re so full of shit!”

“He was cheating on you!” ellie shouts, her arms rushing to your face, pulling you close. she practically stares into your puffy eyes.

“I saw him a party with that blonde friend of yours, i dont, i wouldn’t”

“Fuck you! and all of my friends are blonde! that doesn’t help!” you slap her hands away, you scoff as you walk out and slam the door.

roommate!ellie isn't sure how to feel. she wants to prove it to you that she had nothing to do with your dickhead boyfriend leaking your sex tape. but she also wanted to ignore you forever for yelling at her.

roommate!ellie who gets in a fight at a party, a party that you had skipped out on. one of your boyfriends friends was badmouthing you, calling you a slut. as if your boyfriend wasn't the one who recorded it and posted it.

ellie got a few good hits in, but the kid obviously kicked her ass. there was only so much she could do against a six foot football player.

roommate!ellie who practically ripped the door off of its hinges as she entered your room after. a black eye covering a good half of her face and a busted lip leaking blood all over your white rug.

“What happened to you?” you question, worry overtaking your features.

“What happened is your stupid boyfriend, I got my ass beat defending you. So wh-” she rants, pointing to her bruised eye socket.

“ex-boyfriend.” you correct.

“Dude!” her eyes widen. you laugh, walking towards her. “Cmon stupid, lets get you fixed up.” you grab her by the arm, leading her into the living room.

roommate!ellie who practically melts when you bring a soaked rag to her lip, rubbing the old blood away.

“Y’know, I’m quite flattered you came to my honour today.” you smirk, ellie nods. you continue to rub the damp fabric against her lip.

“Had to, he was calling you names.” she explains, her eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah, im sure he was.” you roll your eyes, a quiet sigh leaving your lips.

ellie frowns. she doesnt think before reaching out and flicking the small pout on your lips. you look back up at her, confusion visible. ellie’s hand moves to cup your face.

“What do you say we get him back?”

roommate!ellie who is just so grateful for your help.

“mmm, Ellie…” you moan, her lips digging into your neck as she pushes your panties down your legs. her bed is cold, comfortable.

she quickly runs a finger up and down your slit, bringing it up to circle your clit. ellie’s move to are rushed, shes in no mood to tease.

“God, you're so wet.” she slips a single finger in, slipping it in and out sloppily. her lips move from your neck to your lips. the wet, messy, kisses only releasing more arousal from you.

“Wanted this for so long, Baby. Think about you all the time.” she admits. you moan into her, bucking your hips into her hand.

ellie slips another finger in, gently scissoring them into you. you groan at the stretch.

“I know baby.” she reassures, “Gotta stretch you out for my cock.” she mutters, taking a nipple into her mouth.

roommate!ellie’s dick game was lethal. she had you face down ass up, hands on your hips as her large purple strap digs into your hole.

“Ugh mmm! fuck! ellie!” you cry, your filthy moans fill the room. ellie is sure that people from the other dorms can hear you.

ellie’s hands leave your hips, her firm thrusts continue. she reaches over to her nightstand, equipping her phone.

she quickly opens her camera, hitting the record button.

“Yeah, baby, you like that?” she smirks, taking her lip into her mouth as she thrusts into you. you reach back, taking ellie’s hand into your own. your whiny moans filling the microphone.

“Ellie! i love it so much!” you whine, tears starting to form in your eyes. ellie laughs, digging the strap as deep as possible. “Love your dick so much!” you whine, ellie’s ego skyrockets. you had never sounded this good when you were with your boyfriend.

ellie grits her teeth. “So much better than him, Huh?” you whine out a loud yes, her strap digging into you. you moan her name, she mockingly moans yours back, matching your high pitched sounds.

“I’m gonna cum!” you whine, tears finally breaking through, mascara runs down your face. ellie slaps your ass, her thrusts becoming faster, and harder.

“You gonna cum on my dick, Baby? come on baby cum for me.” her seductive tone only making you more turned on, her phone still held above you. you arch your back tightly, your hand squeezing ellie’s free one.

“Fuck! Fuck! mmmcumming!” your voice cracks as ellie digs into you two last times. she carefully moves her camera to zoom into her thick strap coated in your milky cum.

“Holy fuck, look at her.” she groans. she moves two finger to lightly scoop up some of you. she brings her fingers to your mouth, and you welcome them without hesitation. she moans at the sight of you. she gently fucks her fingers into your mouth before pulling them out.

“C’mere.” she beckons, bringing her hand to your hair, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. That's when she cuts the video. she kisses you again. murmuring tiny praises into your skin.

roommate!ellie quickly discards of her strap, opting to clean it later. she lays down beside you, your skin sticking to her own.

roommate!ellie who sends that long video to your punk ass boyfriend and laughs when he replies with “Tf? Fuck you Dyke”

roommate!ellie who holds you until you’ve completely fallen asleep, content etched into your features. your soft breaths cascade through the room.

roommate!ellie is shocked to say the least when you come see her a week later with a mysterious piece of paper in your hand.

FLIGHT TICKET.

Flight:

AAB1234

Boarding Time:

7:30AM.

DESTINATION:

Jackson, Wyoming.

roommate!ellie who doesn't know what to say, she doesn’t know if she should thank you, or berate you. you’re standing there smiling at her, waiting for her to accept the slip of paper.

“How did you - wha-?” she looks around, up at you, back down at the ticket and then back at you.

“Well.. I did some digging, and-” ellie laughs, in disbelief.

“You went through my shit?” she scoffs, her tone coming out way ruder than intended.

“Listen, I-” you ramble, trying hard to explain yourself. ellie doesnt let you.

“What the fuck?” she looks up at you again, fidgeting with the paper in hand.

“I was only trying to help, Ellie. Think of it as like, a thank you?” you reason. you didn't expect her to react this way.

“Right.” she laughs, slamming the paper onto the counter. the loud slam making you flinch. “wha-” you stammer, “i dont want your fucking help.” she grumbles. waltzing into her room and slamming the door.

Back to square one.

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•°. *࿐ Simple yet full tutorial on how to manifest your dream life!

I will mention everything in this post! so if you comment something like “can i still manifest—“ or “how do i—“ it will be ignored! everything in this post goes by MY beliefs, you don’t have to change what you believe in! just understand these are what i’ve grown to believe/know. Enjoy the post! (also i’m not changing my theme i just think these colors go with topic i’m talking about. I WILL be a bit passive aggressive in this post so try not to get butt-hurt! i’m very straightforward with it.

╰┈➤ Step 1: Bury the old you for good. say goodbye to the old you.

are you the person who was, over-consuming information? couldn’t get off of tumblr because you assumed you needed to find more?, are you the person who keeps saying “i’m finally starting this time” just to get consumed by doubts and play the old story ONCE again?. are you the person who sobs in their room bed-rotting reading success stories so it can give you that “motivation”? oh but how you wish that were you? are you the person who keeps falling back into the old cycle?, are you the person who keeps thinking they need to be specific about their desires because you think if you aren’t “specific enough” you won’t fully get what you want? are you the person who keeps dwelling on the 3D for validation when they clearly know thats not what they’re supposed to do but continue it anyway? if you said yes ANY of this which i’m sure you did, then congratulations you made it to the right stop! because i’m here to burn that version of you. from now on you will become a better version of yourself, you WILL change self and you have absolutely no choice but to follow along with that fact. starting TODAY, THIS SECOND, NOW, NOW, NOW, NOW. you are no longer dwelling on the 3D, you are no longer the person who “just can’t do it”, you are no longer the person who “can’t manifest”. you are no longer the person who over-consumes. you are no longer the person who doom scrolls, you are no longer the person who isn’t trusting of themselves. YOU ARE NOW A CHANGED PERSON. you will promise to yourself RIGHT NOW that you will never dig up this old version of you again. you will promise to walk by faith and not by sight, you will promise to trust the unseen, you will promise yourself to win. burn and destroy the shovel that you’ve constantly used to dig your own grave that prevents you from success. you will win in this lifetime and the next and forever. your promise has been sealed, don’t break it.

╰┈➤ Step 2: Make your own rules in your reality.

if you understand, you know law of assumption is basically about making assumptions and you make assumptions EVERY-SINGLE-DAY 24/7. so use the law of assumption to your advantage and don’t feel guilty about it either because this is YOUR reality! nobody has a say in what rules you’re not supposed to have. make it fun for you. for example; You assume everything you do is the right way. then by LAW, BY LAW! everything you do is the right way, wether that be, making assumptions, persisting correctly, living in the end correctly, being in the wish fulfilled correctly. EVERYTHING YOU DO is the right way to do it because thats YOUR rule you decided to have. you wanna assume another rule? okay make it. decide thats your rule and live your life following those rules you make. you are LIMITLESS, don’t punish yourself because you make rules that maybe seen as crazy or too egoistic. this is your personal journey so don’t feel obligated to tell anyone you don’t wanna tell them. you are above everything. nothing exists outside of you.

╰┈➤ Step 3: Decide.

decide, decide, decide, decide, DECIDE. decide you have whatever it is that you want that you have it NOW. thats all you have to do to literally win. there really isn’t much about this topic because you decide every day. to get what you want is to simply decide you have it now. don’t say you don’t know how to decide because thats bs, you know how to decide you’re just scared you’re deciding the “wrong way”. hence to why i said “You assume everything you do is the right way. then by LAW, BY LAW! everything you do is the right way, wether that be, making assumptions, persisting correctly, living in the end correctly, being in the wish fulfilled correctly.” decide you make decisions the right way. and there’s literally no right way to make a decision but some of you are a bit dense (no shade!) but some of you need to have a feeling you’re doing something “right” so you can feel successful. please stop over complicating the simplest things. you’re grown so act like it, we shouldn’t have to keep spoon feeding you.

╰┈➤ Step 4: For the last final time surrender to imagination.

imagination is the only reality, it’s literally everything, the inner world (4D) is everything the outer world (3D) is just a reflection. in imagination you can be EVERYTHING if you wanna be the girl/guy who’s better than everyone at everything then you can be that in imagination, wanna be richer than elon? then you are in imagination, wanna have elsa’s powers? then you have it in imagination, wanna be a vampire? then you are in imagination, wanna switch lives with someone? then you’ve switched lives with someone in imagination. once you experience it in imagination then IT IS DONE. ITS MATERIALIZED, you’re not waiting for anything anymore because it already happened. all your focus goes to the 4D (imagination). i didn’t say ignore the 3D keep taking care of yourself but i just want you to understand your success is inevitable! once experienced in the inner world the OUTER WORLD, is automatically doing its job to reflect that for you. so why are you constantly getting mad at the 3D for doing its job? it reflects what you consistently put your awareness on it reflects what you claim to have in imagination, it reflects everything you make natural to yourself. a’lot of you are hellbent on trying to get results in the 3D. you have results already in the goddamn 4D. stop waiting for something you already have. its not coming. it’s already THERE. you HAVE it. creation is finished. so surrender to the 4D, fall in love with imagination. if you have it in imagination you have it now, nothing can take that away from yourself unless YOU say you don’t have it anymore. quit giving yourself mixed signals. this isn’t one of your situationships. this is YOU we’re talking about. don’t be a loser in your own reality.

╰┈➤ Summary.

this is your final push. you can manifest absolutely anything, you are not limited to anything, circumstances do not matter, THEY NEVER DID, always pay attention to what you tell yourself, you’re in control of everything. don’t withhold yourself from success, because if you won’t do in this reality you will never win. besides in that other reality you’re the worlds most handsome/beautiful person ever. you’re also on your 3rd world tour rn! and jeez are you rich, you made poor elon musk cry! must be nice being you in that other reality! identify with it. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

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༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ nonsense - 𝐋𝐍𝟒 𖤓

（ 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ）

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌， 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌，𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖽

✫ i started this last summer and literally just finished so i had to go back and change lando and kikas username also just pretend like it’s mother’s day if you’re from the UK 😭

🝮

yn

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yn gangs all here

charles_leclerc Are you still mad at me bug?

charles_leclerc I didn’t mean to push lando off the boat but it was a silly coincidence right after he slapped you

⤷ lando you make me sound bad i just slapped her butt

⤷ charles_leclerc Don’t test me Lando.

⤷ lando sorry 😔

francolapinto hot (in the respectful kinda way)

⤷ lando i will k word you

⤷ alex_albon ur gonna kiss him?

⤷ francolapinto yes kith me lando!!!! 💋 i’ll go put on my chapstick real quick

⤷ maxverstappen ally!

⤷ yn i knew you were gay for my brother

⤷ maxverstappen1 ???

⤷ charles_leclerc no???

⤷ yn it’s ok guys we all know lestappen is real

kikagomes body tea 😍😍🥵

alexandrasaintmleux Hey pretty girl 😍

⤷ yn hey cutie pie 🥰

♥︎ by alexandrasaintmleux

estiebestie i know the pain she goes through with having 3 over protective older brothers 😭

mclaren Our favorite 🧡

lovely_leclerc the things i would do to see charles push lando off his yacht 😭

scuderiaferrari Have a good break queen, you deserve it 😉

⤷ arthur_leclerc She literally just walks around with alex and eats???

⤷ scuderiaferrari And she does it well

landolovesyn omg the picture of leo & alex 🥹

🝮

yn

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yn pictures i sent to the family gc this week

lando why did you make alex look aesthetic but not me?

⤷ yn baby i tried you looked clapped in every picture i took

joris__trouche Giving your brothers wrinkles and grey hairs in their 20s

⤷ yn it’s okay though cause it’s me 💖

♥︎ by charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc, lorenzotl, and leclerc_pascale

lilymhe lando ruining the aesthetic as always

⤷ yn that’s what alex was saying too

⤷ kikagomes she’s right

lorenzotl Surpried lando wasn’t eating in his picture 😂

⤷ lando what he say fuck me for??

⤷ arthur_leclerc almost every picture y/n posts of you you’re eating something

⤷ lando so you’re saying i’m dumb ugly and fat then?

⤷ charles_leclerc well…

⤷ lando WOWWWWW i’m telling bug you’re bullying me charles

⤷ charles_leclerc nonono!!! i was just kidding! please she’s still mad at me for tripping you the other day

arthur_leclerc 1st picture “we’re talking about all of you except maman and cha” (charlotte not charles she was very clear) 2nd “why do you guys only get me bunnies where’s the diversity”, 3rd “this is gonna be gone in 2 minutes”, 4th “bro finally decided to hit the gym instead of the pantry”

⤷ lando OH SO YOURE CALLING ME DUMB UGLY AND FAT??

⤷ charles_leclerc wellll…….

⤷ lando @yn

⤷ yn quit bullying my boyfriend you fucking loser that’s why people always think your french cause you’re a fucking bitch

⤷ charles_leclerc wow you really know how to make a grown man cry…

⤷ pierregasly Hey what’s wrong with French people?? 💔

⤷ yn nothing i love timothée chalamet

⤷ lando babyyyyyy

⤷ yn jk i hate timothée chalamet

⤷ tchalamet whad i do 💔

⤷ yn jk i love you timothée

⤷ lando babyyyyloveeeeee

⤷ yn jk i HATE you timothée

⤷ tchalamet wow 😔

⤷ yn AGH FUCK LEAVE ME ALONE

🝮

lando

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lando my babylove I LOVE YOU FOREVER 🤍

charles_leclerc Bro…you look really handsome

⤷ lando i knew you loved me 🥹

⤷ georgerussell63 So I sense bug had a stern talking to with you Charles

yn i fw u heavily 🩷

⤷ lando i’ll take what i can get 🥰

alex_albon i’m gonna telling my kids that this was romeo and juliet

pierregasly 🔥🔥

tchalamet mkay

⤷ lando if i see you in my girls comments or dms i will find out where you live and i will sneak in at 3am and stand over you until you wake up and when you do i will kill you

⤷ danielricciardo “there were no signs”

leclerc_pascale Mes bébés 🥰🥰❤️

⤷ lando ❤️❤️

arthur_leclerc That jawline though 😍😍

⤷ lando you ol’ charmer 🙂‍↕️

carlossainz55 Cute mate 👌👌

alexandrasaintmluex Oooh who took this super duper cute and aesthetic picture?? 🥰

⤷ lando the best third wheel ever

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 😐

maxverstappen1 I just want everyone to know he sent this to the gc to ask if it was cute

⤷ lando you bitch

lorenzotl 😍😍

⤷ lando omg enzo stop, you’re practically a married man 🙂‍↕️

🝮

yn

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yn miami you will always be famous 🤍 super proud of my baby lando & my sassy brother

lando i tried my best for you

⤷ yn and you did so well

⤷ lando wow im so easy you just warmed my heart up

kikagomes fitted asf 😍

charles_leclerc Thank you petite étolie 💛

oscarpiastri What about me?

⤷ yn of course i’m proud of you oscariño dafuqqq that griddy after the race?? 👌👌👌👌

alexandrasaintmleux 🩷🩷🩷🩷

landosland the L charm on her necklace for lando i can’t 🥹 they’re endgame i fear

♥︎ by author & lando

mclaren Our boyyy 🧡4️⃣

⤷ yn …get dafuq out my face before i have a b.f

⤷ mclaren A b.f?

⤷ charles_leclerc She’s gonna have a bitch fit!!!

⤷ landossluttywaist she put mclaren in timeout

⤷ scuderiaferrari Best believe she’s gonna be in our garage in Imola 😊😊

♥︎ by author & charles_leclerc

carlossainz55 I can’t believe I had to witness you and Lando do body shots off of each other

⤷ lando you literally bought the shots for us

⤷ charles_leclerc You did what to my sister??

⤷ lando NO NO NO CARLOS WAS ENCOURAGING US PIERRE LITERALLY HAS A VIDEO OF HIM CHEERING FOR US TO DO IT

⤷ charles_leclerc PIERRE WAS THERE?

⤷ pierregasly ALEX INVITED ME AND KIKA DON’T BE MAD AT ME

⤷ charles_leclerc MY OWN GIRLFRIEND WAS THERE?? WHEN WAS THIS?????

⤷ yn our first night in miami

⤷ charles_leclerc When you told me you two were staying in cause you didn’t feel good so lando was taking care of you??

⤷ yn yeah

⤷ charles_leclerc You’re giving me grey hairs kid

🝮

lando

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lando back with my favorite person (we were never apart we’re just back home)

kimi.antonelli Thank you for clarifying I was going to ask if she had an identical twin

charles_leclerc Are you guys ever apart? 🙄

⤷ lando no 🥰 i need her for emotional support

mclaren Our favorite couple 😍

⤷ yn don’t piss me off

alexandrasaintmleux Best double date buddies

⤷ yn oh heck yes double dates for life

carlossainz55 “back with my favorite person” i’m confident that haven’t spent a single minute apart since getting on that jet back to Monaco

⤷ arthur_leclerc Can confirm he made her go into the airport bathroom with him

⤷ charles_leclerc And you didn’t stop her??? Who knows what they did in there

⤷ arthur_leclerc 110% sure he literally just went pee they were in there for like 2 minutes

⤷ yn can confirm i just held it for him

⤷ charles_leclerc BUG??? WHAT???? THATS DISGUSTING WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

⤷ yn it was a joke fawk 😔………..😏

⤷ charles_leclerc I don’t even wanna know if you’re just messing with me or not

⤷ lando she’s not

⤷ charles_leclerc you two are freaks

maxverstappen1 This is why you canceled our paddle date?

⤷ lando soz mate we can have our date today

⤷ maxverstappen1 Can’t wait 👌

⤷ charles_leclerc Can I come

⤷ carlossainz55 Me too

⤷ yn my charlos & lestappen & versainz & charlando & carlando & norstappen heart 🥹🥹

🝮

yn

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yn little bit of this little bit of that

pierregasly When did lando become such a good photographer

⤷ yn i’ve trained him well

alexandrasaintmleux Last picture is so real

⤷ yn me waiting for a happy mother’s day text from lando after breastfeeding him like one 🙄

⤷ charles_leclerc what…

⤷ yn must’ve been the wind

⤷ arthur_leclerc NO OMG WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT I CANNOT UNREAD THAT OMG YOU TWO ARE FREAKS I HATE YOU OMG STOP MY EYES

⤷ yn girl

lando my biggest supporter 🥰

⤷ danielricciardo Acting like you didn’t just traumatize your brother in laws

mclaren What?

⤷ yn must’ve been the wind

yn if aaron taylor johnson likes this comment i’ll give lando the most nastiest messiest toe clenching cum guzzling head of his life

♥︎ by aarontaylorjohnson

⤷ charles_leclerc WHAT?

⤷ lando @aarontaylorjohnson PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BRO HELP A GUY OUT IK YOU SEE MY DMS BRO

⤷ charles_leclerc I HATE YOU AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON AND I HAGE YOU LANDO NORRIS AGH IM GONNA RUN YOU BOTH OVER

⤷ lando she’s busy bro

⤷ oscarpiastri 27 year old French man found dead after realizing his little baby sister isn’t a little baby anymore

⤷ charles_leclerc I’M NOT FUCKING FRENCH OSCAR!!! LANDO NORRIS I’M COMING FOR YOU

⤷ lando oh someone’s definitely cumming alright

⤷ charles_leclerc YOU SLUT I HATE YOU I CANNOT BELIEVE I WELCOMED YOU INTO MY HOME AND LET YOU EAT WITH ME

⤷ danielricciardo why is bug not helping 😭

⤷ lando she’s busy bro

⤷ francolapinto can i join?

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Short explanation of what the hell the Luffy tab on top of the dashboard is:

- For some reason the tumblr marketing team decided to make a deal with Netflix to promote the new live action One Piece movie with a site wide tab, instead of like... An ad.

- The Tab started with the name Luffy, the protagonist of the series. It has now changed to Zoro. There's not explanation given but I suspect it's in the order of the One Piece rap

- The tab seems to be very broken, only showing 5-7 posts that were posted months ago. The users who's art and posts have been included were not asked permission to be used in an ad campaign.

- The disclosing of this being an ad has also been suspect, with many only finding out through word of mouth rather than the tab telling it. I'm not a lawyer but I think that's at least skirting a crime.

- The popular reccomendation is to not engage with the tab, because it'll encourage tumblr to pull more stunts like this. Their sponsors will be delighted the more you click, no matter if its out of confusion or not.

This whole thing is a mess and I hate how marketing teams are trying to bypass adblockers by making alternative ads that get people talking. The act of me posting this is what they want and I'm enraged.... Still, uh, I want to spread the info we've gathered as a community. Let me know if you find more or something is incorrect.

Ps. dont attack one piece fans, they didn't know this was gonna happen either. Please dont leave weird comments to the posts in the tab, the OPs are not involved.