#I wanna do something with this eventually

[bunnyboilewd]

So something I prescribe to is a guideline I call "5 below and any above"

I can actively initiate flirting with anyone older than me no matter how much older. I can only initiate flirting with someone who is younger than me if they are within 5 years younger than me.

An example: when I am eventually 40 I'm probably only gonna initiate flirting with people 35 and up.

Now the other part of this is that if someone is of legal age, and they start flirting with me but they are under my 5 year rule, I then explain "I am XX years old, with being older than you there will be a power imbalance. If you really really are interested then you have to do the initiation because I will not." Then we either discuss the imbalance or that's that gg we are just friends.

When I was younger I could of used this conversation, I could of used a lot of things to be honest, but being infantilized didn't help me at all. Treating adults like they are still incapable of making their own choices when they are grown ass adults is ridiculous and will just fuck up their ability to grow and become independent.

Let the 23 year old knowingly consent to dating the 45 year old as long as they both have safe support structures and their own autonomy they can do whatever the fuck they want. Those are consenting adults, go have sex and discuss boundaries and philosophy.

Age gaps don't gotta be fucked up and toxic. I'll be the first to say I'll throw hands with a groomer, but if both people meet as grown ass adults and both know about healthy boundaries and power dynamics then go for it.

Stay safe, don't let any one convince you to leave your job and be their stay at home pet it's not good for your mental health I promise, always have a way to leave, never become entirely dependant on someone else if you can avoid it. Most abusers trap you by the second year and have slowly cut out your support network by then. Don't stay with someone if they hate or just say negative things that make you not wanna spend time with your friends and loved ones, run.

90% of age gaps don’t matter when you’re a grown adult as long as you don’t have a repeated pattern of dating people barely legal. I would date someone 30 years older than me if I liked them who gaf

[fatherbrat]

cw. prequel to this. college au hockey player!sukuna. fatherbrat’s 2nd hugh hefner costume mention. reader is drunk. crack-esque. sfw, 1.3k words.

the first time you meet sukuna is at a halloween party. 

(it’s technically your halloween party. it isn’t your house or anything, but the boys that live there are happy to let you host as long as it means a house full of girls and none of the responsibility of setting up. you're happy to fulfill their requests, since it means you can have things go your way and then dip at the end of the night, leaving the post-party cleaning up to them.)

needless to say, you and sukuna do not make good first impressions. you would blame the alcohol, but honestly, it wouldn’t have gone any different if you were sober. 

he arrives at the party in a group. you recognize one of them—the tall, smiley one with impossibly white hair who sits behind you in biochem. he’s dressed up like a character from an snl skit, clad in an ill-fitting suit and round sunglasses with a present box glued to his pelvis.

you don’t recognize the one who comes in behind him, but he’s sexy and tanned and has a mustache. he’s also wearing the same costume as the white-haired one. gojo, you remember. isn’t he on the hockey team?

you immediately pull out your phone, searching up the school’s official instagram page for the hockey team. there they are, front and center in the most recent post. the third guy with them—the one with black hair and the scar that runs through his lip—is in the picture too. he’s wearing a batman costume now, half-assed but recognizable enough. at least he has on the mask. 

you squint at the last man in the group and frown. your gaze drops back down to your phone. 

in the second row of photos is a carousel full of pictures of this pink-haired brute. sukuna, the apparent team captain. his personal account is tagged, but it seems too professional to you, public and polished to perfection for recruiters. 

anyways. he’s here. at your halloween party. wearing an outfit you deem completely unacceptable. 

you down the rest of your (sixth) drink and toss the empty can onto the kitchen counter before making your way towards the group of men, wobbly as ever.

gojo is the first one to notice you. “hey,” he beams, “cool party.” he puts his arm around the guy with the mustache—shiu—and wiggles his eyebrows. “you like our costumes?”

you ignore him, something you wouldn’t do sober, but you’re on a mission. 

you point at sukuna, jabbing your nail into his chest. “where the fuck is your costume?”

sukuna glances down at your finger, then your costume, then your face. “you don’t see the jersey? i’m a fuckin’ hockey player.”

you pull back your hand, disgusted. “first of all, drop the attitude, mister. second of all, that’s not a costume. you’re on the hockey team.”

someone snickers. the one dressed as batman, you think, but you don’t turn around to check. sukuna’s face morphs through a few different emotions—amusement, annoyance, astonishment. he eventually settles on agitation, pissed that he hasn’t even gotten the chance to get some liquor in his system before dealing with bullshit like this.

“you wanna talk about costumes? you’re wearing underwear and a robe,” he says, gesturing towards you with a dismissive wave. 

you gasp and plant your hands on your hips. “this isn’t just underwear, idiot. it’s lingerie. i’m wearing a garter belt, for fuck’s sake. and thigh highs! plus you forgot about my hat?”

you use your entire arm to point at gojo. “who am i dressed as, dick-in-a-box boy?”

his face is flushed from laugher. “sexy hugh hefner. obviously.”

you throw your arm up in the air and let it fall against your thigh with a smack, not noticing the murderous glare sukuna sends towards gojo. someone somewhere turns down the music a bit.

“see!” you exclaim, addressing sukuna once again. “this is clearly a Sexy Costume™. and you know what else makes it a costume? i would never just leave my house like this on a typical day. it’s not a regular outfit in the slightest.” you speak slowly, wanting to make sure he understands every word. 

“you wanna know what makes this Not a costume?” you continue, still talking slow as you wag your finger up and down sukuna’s body. “it’s a regular-degular outfit. literally anyone can put on that campus store-bought jersey and wear it with those jeans on a normal day.”

sukuna starts to speak, but you cut him off. “didn't you see the sign out front? ‘no costume, no entry.’”

his jaw ticks. his right eye twitches. “yeah, i saw the fucking sign. i don’t-”

“oh, great,” you interrupt. “so you don’t know what a costume is and you can’t read. perfect. that hockey scholarship must be doing a lot of heavy lifting, huh?”

even in your inebriated state, you immediately know that was the wrong thing to say. the little crowd that gathered to watch your back-and-forth takes a collective inhale. sukuna looks downright irate, fists clenched at his sides as a storminess settles over his face. 

gojo lets out a long and low whistle, the kind that cartoon bombs make right before they hit the ground and explode. he pats your shoulder twice before abandoning you altogether. the rest of the crowd follows, leaving you to contend with this bear you repeatedly poked.

the music returns to its original volume, but it sounds like the speaker has been moved. away from you and closer to the living room.

maybe it’s the alcohol in your system, but you swear you can see literal steam coming out of sukuna’s ears. you sway on your feet a bit, waiting for him to say something. a thought occurs to you as you watch him pinch the bridge of his nose and breathe deeply, but you keep it to yourself, screwing up your lips in a physical attempt to keep from digging your grave further.

sukuna didn’t even want to come to this party in the first place. he actually mentioned the sign out front to the guys before they came in, trying to use it as an excuse for him to go home. his plan was to make an appearance, drink a beer, and then escape after thirty minutes. but here you are, this drunk stranger yelling at him for being dressed like a normal fucking person. the urge to stay strikes him. he wants to linger just to piss you off. 

“are you done?” he asks you.

you cross your arms. “are you leaving?”

“no.”

“then no.”

just as you’re about to dig into him again, sukuna’s thinning patience snaps.

“stop being a fucking bitch about this, alright? just relax. you’re acting fucking crazy.”

your jaw unhinges itself and you stand there, gawking. sukuna seems about ready to walk away, cracking his knuckles and looking somewhere behind you. your eyes land on his cheek, reddened and ready for a smack. you draw your arm back, wanting to make sure you gave him a slap that stings—and he catches it mid-air.

“are you serious?” he scoffs. you glance at your hand, his fingers around your wrist, the scowl etched into his face.

he glowers at you, not letting go when you try to shake your arm free. so you do the next logical thing.

you spit on him.

a glob of your saliva lands just below his eye. you smirk, satisfied. he drops your arm and curses, lifting the bottom of his jersey to wipe his face. then you make your first smart decision of the night and turn around, running back to where the rest of the party is to hide amongst the bodies.

he yells after you, but it’s drowned out by your giggles and the sound of chatter as you get nearer, bumping into countertops and side tables on the way.

someone pats your back and puts a drink in your hand. you pray you never have to see the captain of the hockey team again. 

tags. @nonamevenus @lavenderdaydream97 @rinofcike @gdamnackerman

[insomniadreamzz]

Imma go combine two requests in that one.

Request 1: i was thinking if you could write something like jinx using her shimmer speed for fucking?

Request 2: If you still take requests, and when you get a chance, could you do a G!P Jinx x fem reader? The scenario I was picturing was that they are cuddling with the reader in Jinx's lap, and the reader is sort of grinding against her as they try and reposition themselves. And they're unaware of what it's doing to Jinx and eventually Jinx has enough and and fucks the reader right then and there.

———

My good girl

Mentions of G!P, smut, rough sex, overstimulation, blowjob, bratty Reader, dom!Jinx

You finally got Jinx away from her work bench, cuddling for a while now, you straddling her lap while your head rested in the crook of her neck. You loved cuddling with her, inhaling her beautiful scent. In moments like this even Jinx was calm, not being her usual bubbly self. The only thing that you could hear was her calm breathing and feeling her hand caress up and down your back. Jinx showing affection like this is a rare thing so you enjoyed every second.

„I love you.“ You whispered, your breath tickling her a little, she pressed a kiss on your forehead. „I love you too.“ You loved hearing her say that, slightly shifting on her lap to reposition yourself a little, feeling how Jinx‘s body tensed up but she didn’t say anything yet. You did move again, your crotch grinding against hers and you leaned up to have a better view of her now, you could see her cheeks being flushed red and her expression showing a little bit of weakness. You didn’t think about anything not innocent so you didn’t really understand why she looked at you like this.

„What? You okay?“ You giggle innocently, placing a soft kiss on her lips, as you do so you shifted again. „Ngh…fine that’s enough.“ Jinx groaned as she flipped you over, now being on top of you as she pushed you into the mattress. „Don’t you think I noticed this?“ She grumbled as her hands pinned yours down, she was being serious but you still didn’t get it. „Noticed what? We were cuddling.“ You mentioned and she let out a little sigh before pressing her clothed crotch against yours, making you feel her bulge.

Your cheeks instantly heat up, surprised by her getting excited so fast. „I-…I didn’t think you would get that hard because of a little shifting.“ Your words made her grunt, rolling her eyes annoyed. „Yea sure. You grind against me and think I won’t get hard? Nice try love, I am gonna give you what you deserve for lying to me. You know I hate being lied on.“

Even though you didn’t lie at all to her and just wanted a innocent moment with her without thinking about your own movements and what they would cause, you felt excited to see what she will do to you so you just played along with her. Telling her you didn’t do it on purpose won’t work on Jinx anyways if she is stuck in her own mindset. That’s what you learned about her very fast.

„Mhh…so you wanna put your little brat in her place?“ You just went along with the little game, not knowing what it would cause. „So? You’re so confident aren’t you? Let me fuck that confidence out of you then.“ She said with a husky voice, sitting up to remove her pants to let her hard cock free. Before you could react she grabbed you by your hair, making you sit up and shoved her cock inside of your mouth. „That’s it��use that bratty mouth on me.“ Jinx groaned as she moved her hips, letting her cock slide down your throat, making you gag a little bit on it. You tried your best to please her, letting her go all in and as fast as she wanted, your tongue swirling around her cock, hands placed on her hips to keep you up.

When she had the feeling she shut you up enough, only hearing your muffled moans and looking into your teary eyes, she decided to pull on your hair as she made you lean back a little, her cock and your mouth being connected by a string of your saliva as you looked at her beautiful pink eyes glowing of excitement. „That’s my good girl…I am not planning on giving you the pleasure to swallow it this time. I‘d rather want to make a mess out if you. Brats do deserve that.“ Her smirk was very evil, you knew that look on her face. She really meant what she said.

Jinx removed your pants and panties as well along with your shirt, wanting to have you fully exposed to her, smirking playfully as she gazed down at you, spreading your legs to see you being dripping wet for her. Your own hands move to your breasts, wanting to touch yourself but Jinx didn’t like that idea, giving you a little slap on your wet pussy which made you whine out loudly, whimpering after. „No touching. I am gonna touch you, your hands better stay away if you don’t want me to slap you again.“ She commanded you before adjusting herself properly between your legs, moving her cock inside of you deeply without a warning, making you moan out. „Ah! Fuck Jinx!“

Jinx only smirked playfully at your reaction. „Didn’t I tell you I will fuck the brat out of you?“ She didn’t wait for you to get used to her size as she started thrusting her hips inside of you, both of you ending up being a moaning mess, your tummy making a little bulge each time she thrusted into you made her know she was just hitting the right spot. Her eyes started glowing a lot again, a sign that showed whenever she used her shimmer which made her thrust into you in a inhuman speed, making you moan uncontrollably as your legs clenched around her, reaching your orgasm as your juices spilled all over her cock.

Jinx didn’t think of stopping yet, throwing her head back as she moaned out loudly, little strings of pink light following her eyds as she moved her head back. „J-Jinx! Stop!…I-I can’t-…ahh!“ You try to beg her to stop feeling overstimulated, not even able to form proper words, your whimpering moans cutting of your words. Jinx loved everything about this, looking down at you with such a needy gaze, you were wondering how she could keep herself from cumming.

„Naw…I am sure you can baby. You are my good girl. You can take it.“ She encouraged you, still pounding into you hard and fast, filling up the room with lewd wet sounds. Your juices helping her to slide in even more easier. „Hnng! You are so good for me, taking my punishment so good huh? Yes that’s it, good girl, my good girl.“ She groaned in between her moaning, biting her lower lip, a sign she was close and so were you, cumming again with a whine, your legs trembling underneath her, arching your back, tears of pleasure running down your eyes and finally Jinx reached her high as well, pulling out to cum on your lower tummy, making a mess out of you. „God…so sexy for me…“ She mumbled under her breath, jerking herself off on you before she leaned down, running her tongue along your wet folds, tasting your juices mixed together, feeling you twitch when her tongue reached your clit.

Jinx was satisfied for now, seeing you all done as you are still not ready to form words, being out of breath. „Next time don’t be so bratty and I will cum inside you instead~“ She said with her usual playful voice like she didn’t just dominate you and fucked you breathless.

She positioned herself back beside you, pulling you close to her chest as she began to be her soft, loving self again towards you, whispering so softly to you. „You’re mine, remember that.“ You just nod, feeling your body already feeling sore and she knew that, keeping you close to her until you both eventually fall asleep in each others arms.

[g4rvez-r3id]

Let Me Stay

Ex! Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU Reader

Synopsis: You and Spencer have gone back to normal, somewhat. But it only takes one conversation to ruin that all again. All you wanna do is stay, but he won’t let you.

Category: Angst

Warnings: not really a happy ending, established past relationship, maeve arc, mentions of death and suicide, takes place during 8x17 “The Gathering”, mentions of 8x17 events, spencer being a lil sad shit, crying, reader was in a past relationship before spencer, it’s just really sad, let me know if i missed anything! <3

Author’s Note: here is part two to “when you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light”! it’s short and sad 🤗 might make a part three???

part one

After helping Spencer, things were back to somewhat normal. You’d both bumped up from only talking on cases to the occasional small talk near the kitchenette or asking how each other’s days were going when you both were in the elevator on the way to the bullpen.

Everyone seemed to notice the change but hadn’t said anything to indicate that they knew. But then you’d heard Garcia gossiping about it in her office the other day to Morgan.

“Can you believe it? They’re finally talking again! Isn’t that great? Small talk can lead into something more! Maybe they’ll finally get together again and my ship will sail!” She’d fangirl and you shook your head with a small chuckle escaping your lips. (She was always so hell-bent that you two would eventually get back together).

Not that you didn’t agree with her, you always hoped you’d get somewhere with Spencer again. You just didn’t know when you could. He was still in mourning over Maeve and you knew he needed time to heal before dating again. You’d wait forever if you had to, unfortunately.

He still seemed quiet during most of the cases or would bury himself in his work to avoid feeling his feelings. And you couldn’t say you blamed him, because if it were you, you’d do the same thing. You have done the same thing. So, with understanding, you left him alone. And you were waiting for him to come to you.

And then you had that case in Minnesota. Your unsub was Peter Harper, he had stabbed women and pulled their tongues out pre-mortem. And you knew that him pulling the tongues out had some kind of significance to him. The disparate set of women victims was chosen at random until they discovered one connection between the women and it was that they all have a very strong on-line presence, their deaths telegraphed by stories in their own online blogs, messages or texts.

They’d finally found him at a public pool, ready to throw a woman in the pool and to wait for her to drown and when the team finally found him, he’d had a knife to his neck, ready to kill himself. You and JJ tried to talk him down off the ledge and told Peter he’d get help and that everything was gonna be okay. But then Reid had spoken up, telling him the truth and the total opposite from what you and JJ were saying.

Peter had killed himself shortly after that. And Reid walked off in frustration. You and JJ shared a look, wondering what the hell that was about.

You’d gone back to the office after filling out your paperwork. You were ready to go home, to relax and to wash the stench of this case off of you. And while you were packing up, you’d overheard Hotch and Reid’s conversation nearby. You knew Hotch was questioning his decision with telling Peter Harper the truth — that it wouldn’t get better, that it was gonna be hard to get help.

And when questioned about it, Reid’s answer was simple. “Well, Hotch, I thought the last time I was in a situation like this, I did exactly what I was supposed to. I told a perfect lie and that didn't work, so this time, in the hopes of saving someone's life, I tried something different.”

And then it was clear what this was about. Maeve. And you’d known that he still wasn’t over her. And of course, it really hadn’t been that long since she died, the wounds were still raw.

When you saw Reid abruptly leave the convo between him and Hotch and head towards the elevator, you knew to follow immediately. You’d worried a lot about him since what happened with Maeve. And you guessed that you just wanted him to be reassured that he had someone in his corner.

“Spencer,” You called in the parking garage and he’d turned around at the sound of your voice and could tell by his sigh that he was in no mood to talk with you but regardless he stopped.

“Look, I really don’t want to talk right now—” And you should’ve just left it at that. But you pushed, like you always do. Instead of walking away, you interrupted him. “I don’t care if you don’t wanna talk, but you know what you’re gonna do? You’re gonna listen.” Spencer crossed his arms, obviously in defense mode as you continued.

“Spencer, we have given you time. We have been there for you thick and thin and all we wanna do is help—” This time, he interrupts you. “Have you ever thought about the fact that maybe I don’t want your help? That maybe what I need is just a little bit of space?”

With that, he walked off.

And you’d officially had enough.

“Do you really think that you are the only person in the world who has lost someone?” You exclaimed and Spencer stopped in his tracks, his back still facing you. “Well, you are barking up the wrong tree because — newsflash, Spencer — you are not the only person who’s lost someone. When I lost—” You pause, not wanting to say his name. “I was… such a wreck.”

You gulp, deciding to continue, hoping your words were getting somewhere with him. “And you helped me, remember? I never would’ve gotten through that if you hadn’t of helped. And I pushed and pushed you away but you didn’t leave. You stayed. All I’m asking is to let me stay.” You walk over to Spencer and he looks down at the ground, avoiding your eyes as you choose to stand in front of him.

You bow your head, wanting to meet his eyes as you put a waiting hand on his soft cheek. You move his head to look at you. “So, let me stay.” He can see the tears forming in your eyes as you practically beg him. His eyes gaze over to your lips before quickly going back to your eyes.

“Please don’t shut me out when all I wanna do is help.” You tell him and instead of nodding and listening to you and asking you to stay, he walks away. Because if he stays any longer, he might kiss you. And you don’t deserve that. Not right now.

He walks away, leaving your heart in pieces and you in shambles. He chose his path, so you must take the same route and forget you’d ask him to let you stay.

[filthweb]

I think this thirst will barely be considered dark, but I think it still fits the vibe of your blog, if not, no worries.

Sooo, imagine you meet these two charming young men, Satoru and Suguru. Satoru is head over heels for you, but you only have eyes for Suguru. Suguru has a thing for you too but by the time he realizes he'd already promised Satoru he'd help him get a date with you.

You have a cute friend movie date with them both at your place but unfortunately Satoru had something come up. He makes Suguru go anyway to hype him up. Not even halfway through the movie you're in Suguru's lap making out with him.

He pulls away "We shouldn't be doing this, I promised Satoru I'd help him get a date with you."

You grind your hips against his "Is that what you want? Me to go on a date with your friend?"

"No, but I also don't want to be a bad friend."

"Hmm, how about this, I promise I'll go on a date with Satoru, but ONLY if you promise fuck me after."

What he doesn't know can't hurt him right? So, after your cute cafe date with Satoru, he calls Suguru to gush about how perfect you are, how you might be the one, all the while Suguru is biting his lip trying to make sure he doesn't moan as you're riding him.

How long do you think the two of you can keep this going? Eventually Satoru is going to want to sleep with you, right? I mean, he's already got the names picked out for your future children. But Suguru has your heart (and pussy) and the thrill of sneaking around is so hot.

Will guilt get to Suguru before Satoru catches on?

shit i can't be caught posting this

okay but suguru had been doting on you before satoru confessed it out loud to him. despite the cool popular guy persona, satoru is a pussy in asking girls out. especially if someone's as pretty as you so he sends geto as his wingman. little did he know...

you are on the sofa with sugu while toru is arguing on the phone with someone.

"i gotta go. i am so sorry guys." and you don't even try to make him stay. you were hoping to be alone with geto (so did he deep down somewhere)

when it's just you two, you are so hyperfocused with each movement you make, not even remembering the storyline of the movie. you shift closer and closer to get till your thighs touch. your skins do too. one things lead to another and now you're straddling on his lap, making out sloppily, like a greedy bunny.

"fuck we shouldn't. he really likes you, baby."

"you can't say that and call me baby in the same sentence. c'mon sugu...i can feel it against my pussy, y'know? i know you wanna," you argue. he tries to debate but you're quicker,

"alright. i'll go out with him. but only if you..."you guide his hands to your pussy, "fuck her."

with that, all remorse and guilt was swallowed like he swallow curses. he needed you. this will never reach him anyways. toru gets a date and you both get to fuck. everyone wins.

but it was so hard to keep it down. your date with satoru was great but only because you were daydreaming about suguru fucking you after.

gojo calls him up, telling him how you were so sweet and all. geto has the phone on speaker, so you both can feel how wrong this is and how much it turns you in even more. suguru moans a few times but toru doesn't notice because he is busy yapping about you. you shove your tits in his mouth to keep him from making sounds, only removing so he can answer an eventual "hmm"

a few seconds later, satoru goes silent...the call is still on though? fuck did he catch on?

[velvetvexations]

it’s driving me up the wall that the statement “trans women, notably those in the public eye, are frequently the target of transphobic harassment campaigns, so perhaps take a moment to check the source before you spread any callouts or accusations to make sure you’re not falling for TERF or kiwifarms misinformation” is now being misused by some to mean “if you ever see a trans woman with a big platform say something loaded/bigoted/openly hateful of her own free volition to her whole audience with her full chest, you’re not ever allowed to confront her about this or you’re personally responsible for every hate comment or harassment she receives ever” like it’s SO insidious to tell marginalised people they should shut up and take it. full offence, that musician is a grown woman who willingly puts her opinions on a public blog with her name attached, nobody was holding a gun to her head demanding she made those dumbass comments, and acting like she’s too frail to take accountability for what she does or shouldn’t be expected to learn that actions have consequences is laughable. yes people are now taking it too far but this happens every time, bc some people are just as immature AND bc bad faith parties love taking advantage of situations like this to instigate even more shit. again, insisting marginalised groups should let some big name individual be bigoted to them to protect her from harassment or else be blamed for it is so unbelievably entitled. the same thing goes for that “people just use accusations of racism against trans women to be transmisogynistic” post, these people need a reality check and realise they’re not the only victims in existence.

none of the following anger is directed at you, anons

I wanna be clear that I have no idea what's going on with Patricia Taxxon. She blocked me awhile ago and aside from seeing her post about transandrophobia and knowing someone made a parody comic about her that I didn't like primarily for the phrase "born female,"* I don't really know about the situation around her as it stands because I don't keep track of random radfems.

As this first anon said, a popular musician using their platform to be horrible to another marginalized group should get sprayed with water like a cat and the fact that she's a bigot be on the record. Weaponizing old nudes or dragging up old accusations of things, however, is bad and should not be done. It's just not a thing you should be doing to someone, no matter how much you think they deserve it.

There are a lot of White women saying things like "trans women get accused of racism to deflect accusations of transmisogyny." It's annoying that people acting in bad faith are giving fuel to the fire that any criticism of trans women is inherently transmisogyny. She's never going to connect the dots between "people are upset with the things I said" and "I said extremely harmful and hurtful things" if her victim complex is being validated. It's also going to encourage them to continue harassing and spreading shit about me, and possibly escalate to digging up past stuff to call me out on, because I guarantee you eventually one of them is going to say something like "so karmic of this to happen to Velvet after she reblogged all those posts accusing Emily Programmersocks of sacrificing children to Satan" as though that's a thing that's ever happened.

Stop harassing her, if that is indeed what's happening, because, again, I do not keep track of the latest events in TRF World.

*yes, in spite of me personally calling myself male, I still think that's a bad thing! wow!

[kittynugg]

guess what i have more

-Ford wrote Sherlock Holmes fanfiction for writing assignments, he probably channeled his teen angst into it and killed off Watson or something. Maybe brought him back with in-universe necromancy. He put necromancy into Sherlock Holms by the way.

-Ford got second place in a spelling bee to Stan for spelling color with a u or something stupid like that. It's Stan's biggest achievement. Ford cried.

-Stan played guitar and got pretty good at it, he eventually picked up the bass. He.. Stopped focusing on music after highschool.

-Ford learned how to run backwards, Stan learned what the inside of a hospital room looks like trying. I wanna think it was something stupid like he ran into an open manhole.

-They used a bunch of made-up words, some of which have managed to remain in Ford's colloquial. Stan forgot them. Ford is pissed about it.

-Stan gambled even as a teenager, though he'd usually go for little things like lunch money or getting people to do embarrassing shit.

-Spicy foods made Ford cry.

-This is a habit they carried on into adulthood, whenever they had an argument they'd always try to paint the other as the one in the right. Thinking this is either out of guilt or to get the other out of trouble with Filbrick and take the fall. Now they mainly do it with the portal incident. "I wanted to see you after over ten years just to tell you to leave, I'd be upset too." "I LITERALLY pushed you in." And they do in fact fight over who gets to take the blame.

-Stan and Ford fought over the TV a lot, Ford liked Jeopardy while Stan liked The Love Boat. Also side-tangent but have you seen how fucking ugly TV remotes were in the 70s 😭 things were hideous and they haven't gotten better

-I think Stan should have ADHD and Ford should be autistic just because it feels fitting.

stan and ford highschool thoughts

-Stan always tried to convince Ford to do absurd shit because nobody would suspect him what with him being a teacher's pet. His magnum opus was trying (and failing) to convince Ford to shit in the urinal. Ford still thinks about this and wonders how Stan even came up with it.

-I personally headcanon Ford to be aroace but obviously he'd have no idea about that in highschool of the 1970s. He asked three girls out in his life and failed miserably every. Single. Time. One that keeps him up at night is when he asked someone to homecoming and she just said "why?" He promptly had a small meltdown and walked away. (very inspired by the Illymations video about dating with autism)

-Stan had an actual friend group, they'd hang out on the weekends when Ford was busy studying and even include him most of the time. Ford didn't actually like being included that much.

-Ford had a summer job in junior year, he worked at a café and vowed to never work customer service again afterward.

-Stan probably liked men or something. Just a thought. He thinks everyone does in highschool and called it the "boykisser phase" until he mentioned it to someone and the other person was like what the fuck.

-Ford started a homework racket with the help of Stan, he'd get paid to do other people's homework and split it 50/50 with Stan for coming up with the idea. (Ford fucking loved doing homework and Stan is a natural born conman so it worked out well.)

-Stan could do a backflip, the kind you do off a wall, and became the coolest motherfucker in the school for approximately four minutes because of it.

-In the yearbook's superlatives section, Ford got "Future President" and Stan got "Least Likely to Live Until 25". Stan is more proud of his than Ford's.

-Ford nearly killed Stan trying to cook for him when he got sick. This is a canon event for both of them and Stan is a pretty good cook now when he actually feels like trying. (I.e.. when someone's sick.)

-They had real plans to run away and join the circus if sailing didn't work out. Stan is pretty good at juggling.

-Ford said goodnight to Stan's empty bunk every night for a month after he was kicked out

[evanoshiix]

can you please ramble more about your fwhip and gem twins au pls I love it so much :)))

Heheheeh gladly

So yes, to be clear, in the Masked Mischeif AU, they ARE twins, but Gem has powers and fWhip does not.

Gem was secretly part of the vigilante group, but at the time they didn’t have a tech person or a medic, so they weren’t super well set up. Etho and Gem had basic first aid training, BigB usually ended up being their general medic but when he got a severe injury and they could take him to the hospital but the other 2 weren’t fit to treat it, they had to find somebody. Which would be hard, considering it’s 2am on a winter night. However, Gem’s brother did have proper medical certifications, his apartment was relatively close and Gem had a spare key. Besides, she knows he’s always awake at ass o’clock in the morning, so chances are she wouldn’t be waking him. With that in mind, she rushed out to find him and bring him back to their “base” (it is basically one of those large storage units)

So here Gem is, at 2am, dragging her brother out of the house, giving him no time to grab anything more than a hoodie and slippers despite it being freezing outside. She brings him back to the others, which is how the team gets introduced to fWhip. Not gonna lie, fwhip absolutely thought his sister was in a gang at that moment and had to rethink every life decision that led him here. However, despite the doubts from the team, his own questions and everything else, he still did end up patching up BigB. After that, they kind of all assumed that would be it, and they wouldn’t be seeing more of him (except for Gem, she is his sister)

However, a few weeks later, he suddenly passes by the base while they’re there and presents them with a bunch of self made gear for them, which was a massive upgrade from what they had. At this moment, he started working with them and making them proper tools/weapons and hero costumes, as well as becoming their proper medic. There wasn’t really a conversation around it, he just joined! Simple as that. He eventually also started making upgrades to their car, which Joel was very happy about so he wasn’t complaining.

Now, as happy as Gem is to have proper medical help and to not have to hide this secret from her twin brother, who is very much her best friend, she’s also very much not a big fan of him being so involved and potentially being in trouble. It does happen a few times when fWhip is present during battles or attacks, and Gem does make it her main priority to keep him absolutely safe.

fWhip is also not a fan of his sister fighting against the strongest villains and heroes of the city, but he knows Gem is headstrong and determined and if she’s got her mind set on something, there’s no changing it. So all he can do is help protect her by giving her the best gear he can possibly make and giving them any information or strategy plans he can think of.

They’re siblings, they worry about each other a lot, they’re in a dangerous line of work, of course they do.

fWhip does eventually find himself a target of the Hero Commission when they find out he both works for the Vigilante Team. He finds himself ambushed and taken hostage while alone at the base, for information and leverage over the Vigilante team.

This gets Gem very mad, and she may end up yelling at her team over it! Tensions definitely rise (Joel does throw accusations of involvement at Grian and Etho for certain reasons)

More later, ofc, I don’t wanna spoil too much! But yeah, that’s how fWhip and Gem work together and how they recruited fWhip.

[lordkuntfuck]

Okay as fucked up as this is gonna sound I need a scenerio where the 118 fail to save a child from a burning building, because it would royally fuck them all up and it would be, yes deverstating, but also really super interesting

Like first off you have Bobby, who, as we know, lost his own children to a fire. So just imagine how triggering it would be for him. Like I'd actually cry if I had to see him deal with not being able to save a child from a building fire again. But I'm a masochist, so I'd wanna see him fully spiral, like Athena has to smack the whisky bottle out of his hand to stop him relapsing kinda spiral

Then there's Chimney who hasn't actually been a father that long, like Jee-Yun is still really young, and now him and Maddie have got another kid on the way too. Like out of all the 118 he's the only one who hasn't lost a child and I think it would really mess up his perception of his own abilities to keep his kids safe. He also lost Kevin (and almost Albert) to fire so i think he would become extremely paranoid that like the universe is trying to tell him something.

Hen is difficult because I'm basing this off of the child dying in the fire and not for medical reasons (which i think would fuck her up more, like if the kid died because she couldn't administer care fast enough or something). But i think it would make sense if Hen was helping the parents of the kid when they recieve the news and I think having to keep treating them while their life is collapsing in on itself would destroy her just as much, and she'd blame herself for not being able to help more.

I think Eddie would completely shut down. Obviously this kid would remind him of Chris and if this is set while Chris is still in texas then Eddie isn't even able to go home and check that Chris is alright which would terrify him. But also on the way back to the station i think Eddie would be the only one not actively sobbing, like he'd be crying but in the sort of dissociative, not even realises hes crying, sort of way. I don't think he'd break down until he was at home by himself, looking around at his empty house, wishing he could just give his son a hug.

Then there's Buck. Buck would be inconsolable. I'm imaging it being him that found the kid but couldn't get to them in time (or something). He would never be able to forgive himself for not saving that child. The others would tell him it's not his fault but he just can't believe them. If only he'd done this, if only he'd don't that. It would consume him. I think he'd lose his sense of self, I love him but i wanna see him completely break.

It would have to be everyone helping each other, being there for each other. I think to begin with they'd all try to deal with it themselves but that was never going to work. Eventually they all band together be there for one another, so they can keep fighting, keep living, despite the trauma. Like they always do.

(I also think Maddie should be the one to take the call because holy shit that would be fucked up for her to deal with after everything she's been through)

[bolddeducktionneverfails]

I still wanna know what the heck Launchpad saw in the future that made him react to Louie’s remark like that. There was only one person we know of who did something this similar to taking the Time Tub. 

So, why would Launchpad seem to have...someone other than Della in mind...?

I think that scene was a lot less likely about him suddenly forgetting the story of Della taking the Spear. While I do suspect him of having memory issues, I think he actually overheard it as it was explained in “Last Crash” as opposed to HDL simply telling him about it afterwards. In "Shadow War", he emphasized that it was the boys who blamed Scrooge rather than accepting it as fact.

When the show was running, I was seriously hoping we would see Future!LP again...After "Timephoon!" aired, I thought he was foreshadowing the Moonvasion. When he didn't show in that finale, I then thought, "Oh, ok, he's going to show up in the one for Season 3!". There was all this "end of the world" stuff coming up over and over again, and Launchpad even had a surprising trend in the first half of the season...but that wasn't it either? And where was the eclipse? It appeared every other season...

I've been coming across comments here and there saying that the cancellation of the series caused the third season to stray away from what the showrunners originally intended. (Possibly mentioned in both the deluxe artbook and the Gallery Nucleus panel. I haven't read that version of the book...yet? I plan to watch the latter eventually.) I'm pretty sure it effected the things I'm wondering about, because based on other amusing instances in this show...I don't think it was just some random gag, or a cool element they didn't think much of; it's very notable that they did this with Launchpad of all characters. And the eclipse was too consistent to not happen a third time...especially with the Moon's focus increasing after Della's return...like...huh?? What was that about?!

I have SO many thoughts about DT17's cancellation and what we may have been supposed to see...I'll probably talk about it in a more detailed manner someday...probably somewhere else.

[blooddrinkingbartender]

Bill was still smiling softly at that. He had remembered that day well, even if Cassandra had eventually passed out from the mesmerism he had forced onto her. Luckily, he was able to pretend it was just her being tired from 'Santa Claus' Magic' (as he told Russell) making her happy.

The memory slowly faded out into something else. He almost wanted to tell it to stay, so he could remain in that moment a little while longer. Older again. Not much younger than he was now. There she was, shouting behind him as he walked out of the front door. She was close behind.

You selfish piece of shit! After everything I've done for you, you're just going to leave your poor old mother behind?! How fucking dare you?! None of your brothers would have done this to me. Why, out of all of my children, did you have the one to live?! Why can't you ever think of anyone other than yourself?!

"I'm, I'm sorry, mom..." Russell no longer sounded upset or afraid as he said those words. He just sounded resigned, like he was tired of life itself. He attempted to soften the blow, "It's, it's not you, I, I just wanna see, see other places..."

Oh you'll see plenty of other places if you even fucking live. I hope you die out there and the last place you see are those fucking trenches! Because no one else is going to want you! Nowhere else is home! Home is here, with me. Everywhere you go, everyone is going to hate you eventually and then you'll come back, to me, where you belong!

"She said home was with her, but no, it , it never, it never was. I don't, I don't belong anywhere, not, not even with her. M-maybe I, I was being selfish... but, I, I just didn't want to come back to, to more of how she, she treats me. I'm, I'm a coward I know, but it, it wears you down..."

Bill had been sitting outside, whittling as Cassandra slammed the door behind Russell, still ranting and raving even as she walked away. At least by this point, he was too big for her to drag him outside by his ears anymore.

"I did tell him she wouldn't be happy," Bill said to Jonathan, "She can't manipulate or hurt him if he isn't there after all. Of course, I didn't like the idea of him leaving for good, but it's his choice to make."

I said she wouldn't be happy, boy...

"I told her if, if I survived the war, I, I wasn't planning to, to come back home to her... I, I honestly thought she, she might have been happy to, to be rid of me, Bill," Russell said, "I know you, you don't, you don't want me to go either."

It's not that I don't want you to, lad. I'm just going to miss you. Besides, it's your choice, I can't force you to stay.

"I, I mean, you, you could if, if you really wanted, but then there would be, be the risk of, of messing my, my brain up," Russell continued.

And even if there wasn't the risk, I wouldn't force you into that. It's why I've never tried to make you think better of yourself. You've got to do that on your own, without anyone having to scramble your brain and force you.

"I'll, I'll still come, come back and see you, and, and write to you, you know, if I survive..." Russell said, before he then seemed to remember that this was just a memory. A shadow of what things gone by, "I, I had been told to, to join the forces on, on the front... and, and I just accepted with-without question, I, I was going to head out in, in a few days...."

"He wanted to get away from her," Bill said, "He essentially signed a death warrant because he wanted to get away from her. I should have killed her from the start, but no, I thought he already didn't have one parent, I probably shouldn't take away the other one. God damn it..."

"I... I think I... I need a, a break... I'm, I'm sorry..." Russell said then, "I, I know we've, we've not, not seen much but... I'm, I'm sorry..."

Pathetic. That's how it felt. Like he was giving up before they had even really gotten started. But it was feeling like it was running over a bit much, like a pot that couldn't hold enough of the water being poured in. Seeing these images that were so foreign and yet so familiar.

{Jonathan felt his heart warm up at as he listened to both men speak - the fondness of the memory was clear as day, for a moment he could feel the earlier somber mood lift. A part of him was grateful that Dr.Swansea went for a more lighthearted line of questioning, hopefully this would prove useful to restoring Russell’s memories.}

{Dr.Swansea looked pleased to hear the reply he received from the young man, pausing to think yet again as to what else he could inquire on - he eventually spoke.} “Could you tell me something about yourself that you shared with someone close and they didn’t take the news well?” {He asked, wondering what kind of reply he’d get from this line of questioning.}

{Jonathan couldn’t help but quirk up a brow at the question, he found it… oddly specific? But he trusted his judgement, perhaps it had merit to it as specific questions require specific answers and those answers could just be what Russell needs to remember who he is.}

[closetnerd62]

hear me out. mexican!two-bit and daughter of spanish immigrants!marcia.

Both families speak spanish at home so they are both fluent. Sergei is staying with the Dipps as a foreign exchange student from spain and so Marcia befriends him and helps him out. While Marcia and TwoBit are still crushing on each other from afar, TwoBit catches Marcia speaking in Spanish to Sergei and falls even harder for her. Eventually once they start dating they’ll have conversations in spanish frequently and they think it’s fun to try and figure out the other’s accent.

Also if they had a phase where they were hiding their relationship, whenever they would want to say something sweet to the other at school or something they would yell it to each other in spanish as if they were having a screaming match. Everyone in school is like “wow those two really hate each other.” two bit is yelling “you look really pretty today!” and marcia’s like “oh yeah? well I think your hair looks really good today! Do you wanna sneak out together tonight?” and sergei’s crying in the corner cause he’s so confused.

[deafeningfanlight23]

I'VE ANGST HEADCANONS CUZ I LIKE MY TSAMS CHARACTERS TRAUMATIZED! >:D

-> When the Bloodmoon-Twins and KC still had this father-son relationship going on, the Bloodmoon-Twins would do anything, and I mean ANYTHING they could just to see KC proud. Because one time, after the Bloodmoon-Twins succeeded in doing something KC wanted, KC patted them on the head. And they felt so much warmth from this simple gesture. They wanted to feel this warmth again and see this flicker in his eyes that said, ”I’m proud of both of you.”

But they’ve never seen it again, no matter how much they tried. Because they died just before they could see their father proud again.

-> When Lunar and Eclipse still were a team and ‘brothers’, Lunar always used to lay across the ground with his legs dangling back and forth while humming nursery rhymes. He would always play with two plushies – One that had depicted Sun, and one that had depicted Moon. But now, they depicted Eclipse and Lunar because Lunar had colored Sun’s rays in an orange and Moon’s hat in a light blue with some markers he had found. Eclipse always saw Lunar playing with them every day although he said to Lunar multiple times that he should just burn them or throw them away. One time, Eclipse even hid the plushies so Lunar would stop wasting his time on some childish toys. But Lunar always found a way to play with them. Eclipse never understood why Lunar was so insistent on playing with some plushies, but after a while of reprimanding him and trying to stop this idiotic thing he was doing, he just dismissed it.

However, he never looked closely at how he played with them. Lunar would make them hold hands, play with each other, give each other pep talks and bump their heads playfully against each other.

They would be friends.

They would be brothers.

Real, actual brothers that loved each other.

Every day, Lunar wished that Eclipse would pick up on what he was trying to say.

But he never did.

And so, Lunar eventually discarded those toys. He can’t recall where they are now.

Sometimes, he thinks about what would have happened if Eclipse wasn’t so dismissive and actually… cared.

And maybe the dusty Lunar-plushie that is underneath Moon’s bed wonders that sometimes, too.

---

Okay, I know whatcha wanna say: I'm GLAD I could make your day happier ;D

ANYGAYS, TUNG! >:D

*Gets Thanos-snapped and vanishes into thin air*

[user1smvtysturniolo]

After Cigarretes | Matt Sturniolo

Pairing: dom!Matt x slightly.high!reader

Summary: this night you were totally fucked up after a party, so you called your boyfriend Matt to pick you up, but you didn’t want to go home yet. So you guys went out and smoke a cigarrete together in the forest at night, while walking and talking. Eventually, you found yourself teasing him and...

Trigger Warning: smut, dom!Matt, unprotected sex, pet names, rough sex, established relationship, oral (f!receiving), nipple sucking, p in v, cockwarming

I went to a party that night and I got high, I called Matt so he could pick me up and leave. He told me to go home because it was midnight, but I didn't want to, so he told me we could go take a walk on the forest together.

We walked while we smoked some cigarretes, we wanted to take a break so we sit in front of the river, we started talking about some stuff. And I couldn't help myself but feel attracted to Matt, so to try and get some of his attention. I took off my jacket and I was left with my tight top, and my mini skirt being more visible I noticed him staring "You like what you see?" I playfully said. He tried to ignore what I said and he rolled his eyes because he knew I wasn't sober and I was just saying stupid things so he tried to ignore my temptations. Minutes went by, we talked and I suddenly felt the urge of making him feel jealous. Because I knew he wanted something else with me. So I started talking about how a guy approached me at the bar. His expressions darkened and his eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, so now we're playing this game, huh?" He said. I acted like I didn't know that I was provoking him, I actually love when he gets so possesive and dominative.

"Baby, I dont know what you're talking about. He just thought I was sexy and he started flirting with me..." I was trying to sound naive and innocent, but I knew that he was boiling from jealousy. "Oh, I'm done with this." He said and then quickly put me in this lap. "You wanna play with me? All right, you're playing with fire" He put his thumb in my lower lip, and looked at me in the eyes. "You're mine, okay?" he said in possesive tone. "Who do you belong with? Baby." He said as he put his finger deeper in my tongue. I already knew what I had to say, he was indicating me what to say with his eyes and the possesiveness he was transmitting. "With you, Matt. I'm all yours". The tension between us was raising, so he removed his finger and put his grip on my waist and decided to kiss me finally. "I want you whimpering this while I fuck you right in front of this river. Got it?" His words made me be even more turned on, I couldn't even form words so I nodded.

There was a picnic table next to us so he wasted no time on grabbing me and quickly laying me down on the picnic table. He started to kiss my neck so bad it left me hickeys, he removed my shirt and bra to get more of me and he groaned when he saw my hard nipples. He started to play with my nipples with his fingers, I moaned while my puppy eyes looked down at him, begging for more. "Now you're not all teaser, huh?" He said as he pinched my nipple and then started sucking hard on it. I bite my lip hard, holding in my whimpers at the sudden suck. "Matt, please. I need more" I said as I gripped hard on his hair. "What do you want?" He said, even though he knew damn well what I needed. Because just as he said that, he smirked and one of his hand slid down my skirt, one of his fingers touching my panties, he groaned when he felt the wet patch on my clothed pussy

"Matt... I'm yours. Now fuck me". He finally grinned, hearing the sentence he most wanted "That's it babe..." He stopped playing with my nipples and removed my skirt, and being playful. He opened my thighs up and started kissing my inner thighs, teasing me even more. He was kissing them, biting them, sucking them. I didn't know what to expect and everytime he did one of those, his nose touched my clothed clit. Which left me a whimpering mess, begging for him. He finally saw me completely at his mercy, so he removed my panties and licked his lips when he saw my glistening pussy. He put two fingers slightly on my wet folds "fffuck" he cursed to himself "your so wet, I just wanna fuck you now." He said "please do." I moaned "no baby, you were a naughty girl teasing me there, now you gotta wait to get ur release" I whimpered In response

He started to put his fingers in and out, first he was sloppy with it and cat licked my clit. But then he got deeper and deeper in my pussy. He started sucking harder on my clit at the same time his fingers got in and out. Which made me grip his hair tighter with every suck. I shut my eyes tight and my head throwed back at this point, I couldn't handle it. "I'm-... God, I'm gonna cum." I managed to barely moan out, breathless. "Wait, baby. You can take it. Shh, look at my eyes when I finger fuck you" he said as he slowed down his pace and his blue eyes looked straight into mine when I managed to look down. "Good girl, now you're gonna get it".

He said as he quickly removed his belt. I could see his hardening bulge through his pants, he finally removed his boxer with the pants and I gasped when I saw it. "Please" I moaned out murmuring. He gave it a few pumps and then positioned himself in me. I shut my eyes in response. He started thrusting, first it was sloppy and slow, but as time went by it was more needy and got more rough and fast and we both were reaching the edge "cum with me, come on" his voice raspy, on the edge. Then as he felt my pussy clenching in his cock he couldn't help but cum with me.

When we both calmed down from our high, and turned me around and sit down on the picnic table and put me on top of him, with his cock still in me. "God, I can't get enough of you" he started kissing my neck "you're not pulling out?" I asked, secretly loving being with him like this. "Not for now" he murmured against my ear, biting on my earlobe

✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

My first smut story, repost and like if you like it. Ask me requests and I'll try to do a story like that, if you want to be on my tag list for next smut story, comment. 😁

[to-the-stars8]

Home For the Holidays

Jason Todd & Dick Grayson & Tim Drake All Chapters Ao3

December 21, 1:32 AM

Tim stared at the lines in the road as they drove, hugging a pillow against his chest as he recalled what had transpired no thirty minutes earlier. Dick had shaken him awake so they could get going. After grabbing a blanket and pillow, along with the gym bag with his clothes, he hopped into a grey truck. The car was an old-ish stick-shift with hard, fuzzy seats and a cassette player. Jason was driving, eyes focused hard on the road since it started to flurry, while Dick was reaching in front of Tim to adjust the heaters and the radio. 

It took Dick a minute, but he eventually managed to get a station playing Christmas music, off-handedly mentioning that it would get them into the spirit. Jason mumbled something under his breath how they didn’t need any holly-jolly music since they had practically been abandoned. Dick pointedly ignored Jason’s comment as he looked at Tim, who was still zoning out on the road as he slowly fell between exhaustion and awake.

“You can lean against me, buddy, if you wanna sleep,” Dick mumbled. 

Tim only glanced at his older brother, hating the way he always treated him like a little kid, before shaking his head. “‘M fine.”

“I could use a nap,” Jason offered unprovoked. “If you’re offering to drive.”

Dick snickered. “Drive another twenty miles before we do. I don’t wanna end up in a jail cell just because you decided to steal a car.”

Jason grumbled under his breath again but didn’t protest. Tim felt a bit of pity for him and offered to take the wheel, which Dick immediately shut down. Jason quietly thanked him, which surprised Tim a little. He and Jason had never been close, and hardly any real kindness had ever happened between them. 

They grew quiet as they drove on, the only sound was the whirring of the car and the faint sound of Home for the Holidays playing on the radio. Tim let his eyes fall and leaned his head on Dick’s shoulder as he slipped into sleep.

[kissingarthurclaus]

Also, I did a lot of thinking (and talking with my amazing wonderful supportive irl partner 🥺💖) last night about the Pining Penpals stage of my ship with Arthur...

About how over time our letters to each other become more personal and we learn more about each other, our struggles, our inner thoughts and of course we're falling in love but Arthur is kind of an overthinker 😂 like my starting my letters with 'my sweetest Arthur' and putting hearts and kisses and hugs on them could mean ANYTHING to him.

I think it comes to a head around November when Christmas is on the way, and he tells me that I can ask him for something too, being Santa and all! Normally it's reserved for children, but in this case he's making an exception, and in my reply I tell him that the ONLY thing I could ever think to ask for, my one and only Christmas wish (wink) is to see him again 🥺🥺🥺 and he takes the letter around to EVERYONE asking what I mean by that, and basically everyone says that I fancy him as much as he obviously fancies me and eventually he's urged to confess. But he doesn't wanna wait until the very day, he worries that he's gonna flub it up if he waits until the moment. What if he gets sick? What if he can't make any words come out of his mouth? So Bryony suggest writing a LOVE letter back so he can say it without saying it

However, that's not so easy either 😅 Arthur sits in his old office trying to put pen to paper and he just can't seem to get it right. He writes 'the thought of seeing you again makes me nauseous' to mean he has butterflies over it but realizes he can't send that and lots of crumbled up wads of paper with half-written love notes ensue to the point where I don't GET a letter for a few weeks

I'm sure it's not like him to do so, but I can't help but worry that he's ghosting me 😭