#I’ll be honest I’m making this post because I’m salty

[quibbs126]

Why is Plum Cookie a plum?

Like, plums are usually colored purple, so why is he orange/red?

Yeah there are red plums, but again, the common color for them is a darker purplish color (and even then the ones I do find look a bit too dark)

Like I’ll be honest he looks more like a nectarine in terms of color

I dunno, maybe I just don’t know fruits that well, but still

[itsabouttimex2]

Deep Sea Sympathies

Yandere Sun Wukong

(Syntax alphabet is up next, then an LSO + Primal . Feeling super down, so I wrote something a little sadder. The villain tiers post I spent two days writing and rewriting again and again got anonymously sent to another user, who skimmed the majority of it, left out my opening and ending points, and called at least one of my criticisms “ridiculous” and even has a reblogger claiming that I “hate Macaque”, that I want “everyone to hate Macaque” and that I’m “salty”. Maybe it’s childish, but that kind of hurts when I’ve spent literal months making content for the show (often involving Macaque) that I genuinely love. I only wrote that list because I wanted to give my honest opinions as a break from my usual content as I prepared to watch and write for Season Five. Maybe I’m in the wrong and my rant was just stupid? Do you guys want me to delete the “Season Five Prep” posts?)

“I still can’t believe MK got me back into this,” the simian before you chuckles. “But I’m kinda glad he did. I really missed drawing. I forgot how good it felt.”

“…I see,” you “answer”, maintaining a stiff and poised position, staring down at the collection of utensils that the hero is using. “Are you… having fun, then?”

“Aww, bud. Come and take a seat, okay? Look, I’ll even put out a little mat for you. Come and take a seat,” he invites, plucking one of his transforming ginger hairs to make a proper cushion for you.

His tail winds lazily around your leg, tugging you closer and closer to the squishy orange padding.

“C’mon, bud,” he says, cutting through your hesitation. His voice has a powerful edge under all the sweetness- reminding you that the Monkey King is someone you can’t say no to. “I want you to draw with me, kiddo.”

Wukong is fond of this- pulling you into little “bonding sessions” that take up the whole day and leave you without time to spend with anyone else.

It’s funny, though, really- you are the last person that need be manipulated away from others.

“The Great Witch of Gloom,” was the title that you had been assigned. Before you had a name, before you had taken a step, before you had so much as uttered a cry… your fate had been decided.

You were to be a wicked soul with dark motives and a darker heart.

As old memories flood into your ever weary mind, Wukong arranges a few sheets of paper in front your mat. The grip of his tail slowly tightens, and you cease all stalling.

Lowering yourself to the ground, the mat provides a cozy cradle to shield against the cold wooden floor.

“…it’s almost Winter,” you mildly comment, tracing a finger against a smooth plank. “It’s getting colder.”

“Oh,” the simian casually asks, scooting his mat closer to yours, “you like the snow?” Here’s chance he always adores- any rare tidbit of info you offer is a chance for him to spoil you, stocking up on presents and snacks in an attempt to drown you in platonic love.

It didn’t help that you always felt so indebted after he was done stacking gifts into your arms and bag.

“So, bud- what’re you gonna draw?”

The curiosity in his voice is almost innocent, almost sweet. He pushes the multi-tiered box of crayons towards you, smiling.

“C’mon, pick a few out!”

Awkwardly; and with a shaking hand to boot, you reach for the box.

It’s… not a comfortable sensation. Waxy paper around thick wax sticks makes for an awkward feeling in your hand, and you slightly recoil from the hueless cylinder.

“Aww, kiddo. No one draws with white- heck, you’d be better off eating it! Not that I’ve, uh, ever done that.”

“…I don’t know what to do,” is your blank confession that leaves Wukong quirking an eyebrow.

“What, you don’t know how to draw? You’vd never had… oh. Oh, kiddo.”

Realization colors his golden eyes, leaving the simian king with a sympathetic frown. Your parents wouldn’t have ever let you have something as fun and bright as crayons, would they? How could he have forgotten that?

It had been a nightmare for the Monkie Kids to pry information out of you, and a further mess to try pushing you towards a healing state.

And, honestly- Wukong’s doting ministrations really didn’t help. All the love and gifts in the world could not undo your traumas- but certainly left you feeling as though you were mired in debt.

Not that you had the words to voice those feelings, leaving Wukong to continue piling on with his affections- all in the futile hope that he could love away the demons of your past.

“Okay, bud. Maybe we stepped out of your comfort zone, huh? Alright, my bad. Tell me what you wanna draw, and I’ll pick out the crayons for you, okay?”

“…I don’t know what to draw, though.”

His frown deepens. It’s hard to think that someone as young as you could be so… he wouldn’t say broken. That was far, far too cruel a word for someone he loved so dearly. You were… “cracked”, maybe. A little “tarnished”.

Like you had given up on seeing a light at the end of the tunnel and decided to instead drift slowly along in a dark ocean.

…actually…

“Bud, don’t you like the beach? C’mon, why don’t you draw something from there, yeah?”

“…could I?”

Your little words break his heart. You shouldn’t have to feel like you need permission for something as simple as drawing a damn picture. But you *do*, so he answers with false cheer-

“Of course, kiddo! Draw anything you want!”

“…how do… how would I draw… a jellyfish?”

Finally, a real smile graces his lips.

“I didn’t know you liked jellyfish,” he says, in a too familiar voice that lets you know you’ll be receiving a loaded armful of themed plushes and stress toys in the very near future.

Another load of guilt, another load of debt.

“I’ll take you to an aquarium one day,” he tacks on, unaware of your growing insecurities. “And we can look at them together.”

To him, this is healing. Love and affection and unending comfort.

And certainly, Wukong is far better a guardian than your parents were. Instead of blaming you for powers you couldn’t control, he was always ready with praise and applause. Instead of resigning yourself to rotted garments rummaged from the trash, you had brand-new clothes and warm shoes. You were never hungry. You were never bored. You were never alone.

And, above all else- you were loved.

But you were not happy.

And you doubted that would ever change.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Wind Down

A/N: forgotten how to write. Smut especially. My attempt at getting back into it.

Warnings: smut.

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She smiled against his neck, the salty taste of his sweat on the tip of her tongue.

Matty giggled, her lips, her breath, her hands that roamed his body tickling him. “What-are- you doin’ ?”

Her hands moved to wrap around his neck. She licked the spot in between his collarbones, then bit it, ever so slightly. When Matty began to relax, and pushed his head back to rest it on the wall behind them, she took that as an invitation to kiss his neck.

He laughed. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Hot,” she mumbled in between kisses, “you’re hot. Like a rockstar.”

Matty felt his cheeks blush.

It’s not that they’ve never done this before. They have. Quite a few times, actually. Sometimes, matty would get off-stage, caught up in the adrenalin of it all, and she’d find it attractive whenever he’d take the lead. Tonight was different. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to take the lead. Because she did. As soon as he’d stepped offstage, in between his post-show towel and water bottle, she stood there, waiting to get her hands on him.

“Get a room, Christ” George mumbled, faking annoyance as he walked by. Adam and Ross making gagging noises and giggling, causing Matty to laugh, his teeth accidentally bumping against hers in a failed kiss.

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled.

She took his hand firmly in hers, intertwining their fingers. “Come with me.” She stopped, determined, towards his dressing room, sticking her tongue out at Hann and Ross as she pulled Matty along.

She kept a firm grip on him as she shut the door behind them, and even as she led him to the couch in the center of the room.

Matty slumped down, on his stomach, on top of her body as she made herself comfortable on the couch, letting out an incoherent, long groan.

“I’m soooo tired.” He whined, burying his face in the tiny space between her head and shoulder.

“You want a back rub? Wink, wink” she giggled.

“Did you just say ‘wink, wink’?” His words were absorbed by the leather couch.

“Mhm,” she smiled. “You know, cuz….the rubbing wasn’t supposed to be for your back but I’ll give you an honest-to-god back rub if you’d like one.”

“How about we just lay here for a little while longer?”

They stayed there, her hand eventually finding his hair, stroking it delicately, scratching at his scalp gently, and listening to him silently breathe in and out.

“Think I’ll take that back rub now.” He spoke after a long silence.

Matty had no idea she’d be this thrilled to rub his back. Seemingly within seconds, she’d pulled lotions, oils, and magical potions out of her bag, and began to apply them to his skin, expertly kneading at his muscles.

“Fuck- yeah! You’re quite good at this, you know?” He muttered, his arm dangling from the couch. “I’m getting to old for this, darlin’”

“No, you’re not. You’re young and strong. And you looked so good up there tonight.”

“I did?” Matty’s eyebrow shot up.

“Yeah, I like when you keep things simple. The black trousers, the form-fitting black top. Shows off….all of you. This cute bum.” She swatted at him playfully.

“You like my bum, do ya?” He wiggled.

“Mhm. In fact I’m gonna go ahead and undress it,” she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his briefs “is that alright?”

“Yeah, I mean— I’m sweaty and-“

“I don’t mind. Do you?”

“Not at all.”

She squeezed his bum by the handfuls, dipping her head down to plant kisses all over. Matty jolted, surprised, at first. But he soon relaxed, a sleepy grin shining across his face.

“Remind me to thank the trainers. Their work here is impeccable.”

“I’m the one you should be thanking. I actually do the hard work.”

“You and I both know that, without someone bothering you about it regularly, your ass would not look like this. We ought to get you one of those sweats that say ‘JUICY’ across the butt.”

“You see me onstage holding a guitar and crooning into the mic and now all I am is a piece of ass to you?”

“Well, you’re not JUST a piece of ass.” She giggled. “There’s also your arms. And your hair….and your hips- in fact, why don’t you turn around and lay on your back so I can see those hips properly?”

Matty hesitated for a moment, knowing that she was going to notice his erection.

“Oh my, my, my- well, you certainly love being a piece of ass, don’t you?”

Matty’s face turned red as he laughed. He exhaled, “for you, I do.”

“Awww, that’s kinda sweet….I think?”

A devious idea flashed across her mind as soon as she looked down at his naked, taut body. She but her lip, oiling up her hands, then gently dragging them down his chest.

Matty tracked the movements of her fingers as she traced random circles into his skin. Her circles grew smaller, faster, higher until she brushed past his nipples, drawing a moan from his lips.

“Oh f-f-fuck!” He’d panicked as soon as he figured out what she was up to.

With a finger on each nipple, she had Matty’s hips thrusting up into the air, and swaying frantically from one side to the other. But that wasn’t enough for her, she knew she could get more out of him.

Her right hand moved away from his chest, reaching between his legs to grab his hardened cock. She licked circles around his now free nipple, eliciting endless whines from him.

“Oh-my- ah….angel- angel, I’m not- gonna last. I don’t think- faster, yes, yes, yes!”

Matty seemed to lose track of what he’d wanted to say, entranced by her rhythmic motions.

“Fuck, darling, I’m-“

“It’s okay, do it, go ahead.”

The grin in her voice was what he needed to push him over the edge. She felt him thrust into her hand, tensing up for a moment, and bursting around her grip.

A long and weak “fuckkkk” left his lips, before he finally fell back to the couch with a thud.

He heard her make an obscene and dramatic licking sound. “You taste so good.” She whispered, watching his lips twitched.

He whined at the sudden and unexpected intrusion when he felt her wipe between his legs. He was exhausted but grateful.

“Do- uhm…” he cleared his hoarse throat. “Do we; erm, have time for a nap?”

She checked the time on her phone. “Yeah, a quick nap.”

“Oh, but there aren’t any blankets.” Matty propped himself up on his elbows, looking around the room.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be your blanket.”

[blue-disco-lights]

🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️

Thank you @deedala for putting it together this week! and thanks for the tags @energievie, @creepkinginc, @sam-loves-seb, @lingy910y @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted

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Name: Julia (or Julia Gulia if you love to quote The Wedding Singer)

Age: if everyone’s doing it… double Nosho plus maybe one more

Location: Pacific Time!

we're going on a trip!!

📍where are we going? Japan (and then I change my departure ticket and just stay backpacking across Asia)

📍whats the weather like there right now? Whatever it usually is when the Cherry Blossom Festival is happening (I think it's soon! so spring?) 

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? Fairly light - I know no matter what I pack, I’ll end up wearing the same 2 outfits on rotation 

📍are we taking a plane or a train? Flying (first class, of course, because I make the rules here, right?)

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? For a long trip like that, overnight (whether i’ll be able to sleep is a whole other story)

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? so i remember to come home...

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? a whatever they have Starbucks latte, extra hot because I can’t let it get lukewarm while I wait to board - bleh

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? On time, i never trust traffic getting to the airport (which is quite nice, so i don't mind wandering around)

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? joining the aisle team - just like the movie theater, i hate climbing over people to go to the restroom!

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? a 12+ hour flight and my 100+ open fic tabs and library books on my phone are all glaring at me… so read til my eyes burn/head spins, and then watch a movie

📍what are you reading/watching? let's go with whatever romcom they have on deck in the movie section

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? If they make you use your phone on the entertainment system, wireless - if it’s fancy and i get a screen, whatever headphones they give me

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? reeeeally try to nap, but i’m terrible at those

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? both?  I’ll take both! but also will need water with those salty ones 

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? i’m pretty much ready to explore the minute i get off the plane. i’m too curious to sit still

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! the jasmin green milk tea boba i’m drinking BELOW

Thank you @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted and @creepkinginc for tagging me in this Pic Crew!

For the record I haven't worn overalls since college, but it's the first outfit i gravitate to in these!

Care to travel and pic crew today? Both or just one your choice! 🪄 @sweetperversiongirl @palepinkgoat @gembu-tortuesouscafeine @jrooc @metalheadmickey @steorie @callivich @darlingian @thepupperino @deathclassic @heymrspatel @crossmydna @gallawitchxx @sweetbee78 @francesrose3 @deathclassic @jessieoneday @krysmiss @ian-galagher @bawlbrayker @ifallonblackdays @vintagelacerosette @stocious @look-i-love-u @mmmichyyy @rereadanon @sleepyfacetoughguy @heymacy @ms-moonlight-inn @suzy-queued

And everyone who sees this post!

[cyberphuck]

Assassin’s Apprentice Abridged: Part One

EDIT: Tumblr randomly swallowed like 500 words in the middle of this, so I've added that back in.

I am finally embarking on my long-threatened project to summarize all of the Farseer Trilogy for my friend Razz so they can understand my shitposts about it but don’t actually have to read it. I started with this post about the cast of characters in the first book.

This is being broken up into sections because the trilogy and AA in particular (as well as Royal Assassin... whew, that one’s gonna be hard) is so insanely long and complex.

And now, Ladies and Gentlequeers, AA Abridged: Part One.

We open on the narrator musing both about writing a history of the Six Duchies (but being unable to because every time he tries it turns into a salty rant about everything bad that's ever happened to him) and also about how very old and decrepit he is. He is hunched over his writing desk, his fingers gnarled and knuckly, literally crumbling away like a Thanos-snapped MCU character as he sorrowfully attempts to make some record of the long and storied life he's lived before he lapses into the sweet void of death.

Fitz is 35.

"I bet you're wondering how I got here," Fitz writes. "It all began when I was born. Neither of my parents bothered to show up."

Actually, the curtain opens on Fitz as a six year old, being hauled up to the front doors of a fort by a cranky older man. "Surely you must have memories of your childhood before six," someone in the audience asks, but Fitz replies "No, I definitely don't, I never did and I'm tired of you asking me that." It never really becomes super important what he was doing before he was six, unless you count the time where he was traveling from the King-In-Waiting's ballsack to the sweet hot vagina of Some Lady He Never Spoke To Again.

Fitz is scooped up and brought inside the fort, and presented to Prince Verity. You'd think Verity would be at least a little upset that his older brother has muddied the line of succession with his long-ago nut, but Verity acts as if Fitz's existence is the funniest thing he's ever seen. "Yep, looks just like him," Verity confirms, then instructs a soldier to bring Fitz to Burrich.

That's right, the cranky old man hammers on the front door, waits for someone to open it, says "this is Prince Chivalry's kid and I'm tired of dealing with him," and then walks off. Despite this, Fitz never develops any abandonment issues and only has healthy and honest relationships with people for the rest of his life.

"Those are all the memories I have of that fort," Fitz writes, "except for that one night that Prince Verity, Burrich, and Prince Regal stood and looked in on me in the stall and Regal complained that I was muddying the line of succession."

Burrich does not think this situation is as funny as Verity did.

But he's honest and loyal, so he sighs and says "C'mon, Lil Accident, I'll find a place for you to sleep." That place is in a horse stall with Vixen, the hound dog, and Nosy, her pup. Burrich looks down at all of them, mutters "Patience is gonna have a fucking aneurysm" and then walks off.

After a couple of weeks, Burrich puts Lil Accident on a horse behind him and they ride away from Moonseye and towards Buckkeep. During this time, offstage, Fitz's father Chivalry gets word of his appearance and does the only sensible and logical thing, which is to ollie out the window while flipping everyone off and yelling "GOOD LUCK FIGURING THIS ONE OUT, LOSERS!" He abdicates and retires to a farm with his weirdo wife, which pisses off basically everyone.

Burrich and Fitz arrive at Buckkeep, the capital of the Six Duchies, a tall castle on a hill overlooking the ocean. Burrich is the stablemaster, in charge of all the critters large and small at the keep. He'd also been Chivalry's right hand man until he'd jumped in front of a boar to keep it from killing the Prince and fucked up his leg. Burrich comes home to Buckkeep with a bad leg and a six year old bastard to find that his bestie has just fucking peaced out without saying anything to him. He's kind of having a bad day. He hands Fitz off to stableboy Cobb, who leads him and pup Nosy to the kitchens to get something to eat.

Cobb sits FItz-and-Nosy just outside the kitchens and goes inside for delicious pie. A burly man walks by Fitz, does a double-take, then points and yells, "Hey everyone! It's Chivalry's Bastard!"

Fitz shrinks down.

"I heard you don't even have a name!" Burly man hollers, then gets right up in Fitz's face. "Is that true, tiny and defenseless six year old boy that I'm accosting? You don't have a name?"

Fitz yells "NOOOOOO" and, like a tiny, dirty Jedi master, force-shoves the man onto his ass. The crowd, assuming that the dude was just a coward who couldn't handle being yelled at by a toddler, has a laugh and carries on with their tasks. Fitz gets up and he and Nosy run away and spend all day hiding in a hole.

Burrich does eventually find him, and with a hearty "what the fuck you can't just burrow underneath the shed, get out of there," returns him to the stables, where his new home is Burrich's little bachelor pad above the stalls. In the days and weeks that follow, Fitz wakes up, eats breakfast, and immediately escapes the keep to go down to the town and run around with a bunch of street kids.

Fitz doesn't say much but he's game for anything and he has a dog, so he's accepted into the gang as "Newboy." He and his new friends generally just run around making trouble, stealing food, and bothering people. One of the notables in the bunch is Molly Nosebleed, called that because she always looks like someone just got done beating the shit out of her. Wholesome!

One sunny day, Fitz, Molly and Nosy are on the rocks near the beach looking for sheel to eat. I have no idea what sheel is and neither does Google. Then Molly's dad shows up to hit her with a stick to teach her a lesson about having a drunk, violent dad.

Alarmed, Fitz force-shoves Molly's dad into the sand. Molly immediately freaks out and struggles to get dad back on his feet to stagger back to their candle-making shop (or chandlery if you're feeling fancy). Fitz is confused at the intricacies of abusive relationships, but relieved that no one yet knows that he has force-shoving powers.

Aside from his brief encounter with childhood trauma, everything is going great for Fitz. Then one day, while he and his fellow urchins (and Nosy) are running from a dude whose sausages they just stole, Fitz runs right the fuck into Burrich.

"You get your butt right back up to the castle, young man," Burrich says, dragging Fitz along by his ear. "And if I EVER find out you've been down in town hanging out with someone again, I will personally have sex with them a bunch of times," he added foreshadowingly.

"I don't have to do what you say," Fitz barks.

"Bark," says Nosy.

Burrich's eyes narrow. "How many fingers am I holding up?" he asks.

"I don't really know numbers," says Fitz.

"Bark," says Nosy.

"Nosy says that's three," Fitz translates.

"Alrighty then, no more puppy for you, the puppy is going to live on a farm upstate," Burrich says. He drags the puppy outside.

Presumably something cool happens to it.

So now instead of slumming around Buckkeep Town, Fitz spends his days following Burrich around and being taught how to manage horses and dogs but not birds because birds apparently hate bastards. Fitz is careful not to let Burrich see him being friendly with any animals.

One day, Fitz is sitting underneath a table in the Great Hall, being friendly with a bunch of puppies. It's the morning after a party and there's plenty of leftover food to be had, and he's happily stuffing pies down his shirt and sharing pieces with the pups. Then he hears footsteps and who should show up but KING SHREWD!

Shrewd is technically Fitz's grandfather but has never really spoken to him. He's walking along with Prince Regal (*crowd boos*) and the king's new fool, a weirdo albino child who's just cartwheeling along behind them.

Fitz goes "hmm, time to bounce" and crawls out from under the table. Shrewd stops to look at him. "Ah, the Little Accident," he says. "If you leave weapons laying around, someone will eventually pick them up and stab you with them."

"What?" says Regal.

"What?" says Fitz.

"I am not going to leave you laying around for someone else to kill me with," Shrewd says. "Lil Accident, take this pin. I am going to to feed you, train you, house you and clothe you. If anyone's got shit to say about it, show them this pin. It means you belong to me."

"...Okay, sure," Fitz shrugs. He puts the pin into the collar of his shirt. Shrewd nods magnanimously and walks on. Regal flips him off. The Fool cartwheels out the door as they leave.

That night, Fitz goes home to Burrich's bachelor pad, but Burrich turns him right back around. "You done gone and did it now," he says. "King Shrewd noticed you and now you're gonna have to go live inside the castle like a fancy lad. Go on."

"But despite my fear and resentment of you, I see you as a protector and father figure," Fitz says.

"Oh little boy who blew up my life, I love and resent you too," Burrich assures him. "If you get lonely, you can come back down here and I'll murder another puppy for you."

Fitz trudges up to the castle. He has a room of his own. There's a fucking weird tapestry on the wall of the ancient King Wisdom consorting with... what is that thing? Slenderman? It's creepy.

Weeks go by. Fitz is kept busy with new lessons in reading and writing and 'rithmetic, as well as swordery. Once in a very long while, he makes the trip back down to the town to visit his buddies, but those trips become fewer and farther between.

It's the middle of the night.

Fitz wakes up to a draft and a light in his face. There's an old man at the foot of his bed, holding up a lantern. "Come with me," the old man says.

"Oh," Fitz yawns, getting out of bed. "It's the call to adventure."

The old man leads Fitz to a doorway in the wall that hadn't been there before. This is where the draft was coming from-- a steep staircase leading up between walls. Old man leads Fitz up a maze of passageways and then finally to a huge hidden room with all the amenities a crazy old wall-man could want, like a fireplace and comfy chairs and a big bed and a library and a science lab.

Also, the old looks like he took a hot frying pan to the face. Like he really looks like hell.

"Wrow," Fitz says.

"Wrow indeed, boy," the old man agrees. "My name is Chade. I bet I look familiar to you. Well it's because I'm King Shrewd's brother and I blah blah blah I have a weasel named Slink. Next you're going to ask what the fuck happened to my face. I can tell everything you're thinking, because I'm a master spy and assassin and-- now this part you should take to heart-- I am always right about everything. Never doubt me."

"Okay," Fitz says.

"Good. That out of the way, let's train you to kill people."

[quererqueer]

a moment of honesty

I’ve been slacking for months now, truly. While I’ve been reading more books, I haven’t been able to review for the MCAT at all since pretty much the new year, and this literally delayed my progress by several months. It’s frustrating and while sure, yes, I have so much work to do and errands to run and chores to complete and bills to pay, these things aren’t such good excuses anymore. Not when there are so many out there just like me (even others in stickier situations) who are able to make things work. And so I asked myself why, “why do you delay things so much?” And honestly? If I think deeply about why I’m procrastinating so much… it’s honestly because I’m really afraid I’ll fail. There.

I’m so afraid of being rejected and finding out that I may not be cut out for medical school or medicine in general. And it scares me that by moving forward (taking the mcat, applying for med school, etc.), those fears may come true; that I’m not good, not worthy of practicing medicine. It would put an end to a childhood dream. An aspiration I’ve held on to for at least two decades now (this is all I’ve ever thought about since I knew what a doctor was). And without even knowing it, I’ve become that Alan Arkin quote: “A real loser is someone who’s so afraid of not winning he doesn’t even try.” I’ve become that and right now, I’m trying so hard to undo everything that led me to becoming a version of myself that honestly makes me so sad.

To my mutuals and to random strangers who see this, I’m sorry such a salty post have come your way. I seriously needed to put these thoughts out there as form of catharsis. A way for me to be more honest with myself and stop denying the current state of my life (my premed life at least).

Anyway, all I can do now is move forward (however slowly it may be) and hopefully, in a few months time, I can come back and say that I’m doing much much better. For now, I’ll share parts of my life that are working per usual (reading, language learning, and my research work).

[eemoo1o-animoo]

For the anonymous colour ask:

Sunny d, Pumpkin and Mint

have a guess at who I am and have a nice day :)

Ask me stuff

sunny d - you honest to god scare me sometimes. and that's great.

>:D

(I’d love an elucidation to this—is it because of my DMs or because of my content? Am I an intimidating alpha male or a sickly beta that causes for concern?)

pumpkin - sorta kinda fangirl everytime you post

*gasp* Oh my goodness, this is so sweet! <3

mint - this is a threat we're gonna go bake cookies :D

It’ll most probably be you doing all the work and I taste test. The only time I ever made cookies I mixed up the salt and sugar measurements and they ended up kinda salty…

They were sooo good, though.

(if you make good cookies tho I’ll love you forever. Massive turn on /hj /p.

…starting to see the “scary” thing now lmao *awkward laugh*.)

Who are you?

My biggest hint, I think, was the smiley face and perhaps the lack of a capital on “have”… and perhaps the quickness of the ask.

My guess, I suppose, would have to be @docmartensanddietcoke.

Feel free to ask again, by all means! And the same goes for those who haven’t!

(And I’m so sorry if I got this wrong, but please don’t correct me until I get the other ask for this out of the way!)

[oddballwriter]

What it’s like to date and be in a relationship with the EMH guys

Summary: My headcanons on what I think it would be like to be in a relationship with Evan, Vinny, Jeff.

Warnings: I will occasionally bring up the events of the EveryManHYBRID series with them so be aware of that, but for the most part this is just what I think they are like as your boyfriends. Mention of murder, HABIT, mental breakdowns, mental spirals, and me roasting the shit out of Vinny

Relationship: romantic

Author’s Snip: If you saw my version with the Marble Hornets guys then you’ll know that I split them so that I don’t make one long ass post because I wanted to go in depth

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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Evan

Dog boyfriend (/pos /lh)

He’s such a great boyfriend honestly

He’s so fun to be around and always keeps you entertained, there is honestly no such thing as being bored when you’re with Evan 

You guys are always goofing around and hanging out together 

Anytime the group suggest that they hang out his first question is “Can (y/n) come?” and they have to say yes because they know that Evan and you are attached at the hip

Don’t worry, the group like you, but sometimes Vinny might comment that you’re always with Evan

He’s just salty because he’s always the third wheel to both Jeff and Evan

Sooo many inside jokes

They are so inside that to the others you said the most random thing in the world and now you and Evan are hunched over laughing 

You guys have a collection of nicknacks that you two found/got for each other and they are absolute treasure to you 

You two are honestly forever stuck in a puppy love type of stage

And that’s great because you guys are just, so in love

He is willing to fight someone for you, literally never say anything about someone being mean to you or trying to hit on you because he’s protective

Which is cute and really sweet cause that means he’s devoted to you but sometimes you really don’t wanna deal with him getting in a fist fight with some rando 

Evan is very much not scared of pda

Physical affection is one of his main love languages and he’s loud with it

You guys are always cuddling, kissing, and holding hands and Evan is always telling you he loves you

(w/ events of EMH)

Evan straight up has a breakdown the entirety of EMH once things start happening to him with HABIT

He’s losing himself and it scares him 

He’s basically got the devil inside of him and they frequently hurt and kill the people that he loves 

If HABIT hasn’t decided to have his fun with you and make Evan suffer even more, he’s (Evan) scared of them he (HABIT) does so he tries to stay away from you

He wants to keep you safe for as long as he can

If you decide to disregard what might happen to you and stay with Evan, Evan is given a sense of dread but he appreciates that you’re willing to potentially die, brutally, by some THING using his face and hands just to go through hell with him

Vinny

He acts like a middle school boy in a relationship to be honest

In the sense that he has no idea what he’s doing at all

He can be sweet and likes your company and all that but in my honest opinion, he has no idea what the fuck he is doing

Like I’m just gonna be honest and tell you that I think he’d be a pussy and not know what to do if you show him any type of romantic affection

He freezes up

He does like you and dare I say love you but he gets nervous whenever you try to kiss him or hold his hand 

He’s just straight up a middle school boy with it

Evan probably needs to tell him to man up and give some affection back

(w/ events of EMH)

He either breaks up with you very suddenly and out of the blue in order to keep you safe once he realizes what deep shit he’s in or his dumbass drags you into it

HABIT would give him shit about it and then use you as bait/bribe to keep him in line 

Vinny feels terrible about it 

You were genuinely innocent in this 

But he got you into this hell with no way out

Jeff

Oh boy! He’s the group’s main lover boy

You’re relationship is a comfortable and homey one

You guys can be honest and yourselves around each other 

You guys just feel so close in a way that is so hard to describe

It feels like you know everything about each other without having to say or do anything 

I feel like you guys get high sometimes and just talk

I do also believe that you and Evan would get high too

But like you guys get high in the deep kind of way where you just straight up start talking about your philosophies and shit 

You guys nap and cuddle all the time

It’s honestly the best

Idk he just seems like it would be very open in the sense that your two are so close to each other emotionally

(w/ EMH events)

Similar to Vinny, he feels terrible for accidentally dragging you into hell with him

And honestly, no matter what happens to you or him, he will always feel bad even when you try to comfort him and stick by him

In his eyes “You shouldn’t have to fight so hard for me in the first place”

[splishsplashyouropinionistrash]

We’re back, bitches!

You will never escape me.

It’s time, once again, for AFTG Hot Takes, the show where I just say whatever the fuck pops into my head.

Today’s topic: Kevin Day and his romantic interests.

Now, okay, I’ve discussed this a bit in previous posts. I’m not going to go too far in depth for the two ships I’ve talked about already.

Please, for the love of god, these are just my opinions. I’m literally just a teenager on the internet. It’s not that deep, you don’t need to write a ten paragraph essay on why grooming is okay (although tbf that made my night. Still waiting on a reply, bb)

With that out of the way, let’s get into it.

I’ll be honest, I’m not a fan of most Kevin ships. I only like two of them, so we’ll save those for last.

1. First up we’ve got Kevandriel, Kevneil, and Kevandrew (pls dont @ me, i’m not 100% on those names)

I hate it. Despise it. Just so bad. Ew.

I made a whole post on why I have Kevandriel, read it if you want. 

Kevandrew (Kevin/Andrew) just doesn’t make any sense. Their personalities don’t mesh at all. Kevin doesn’t take no for an answer, which is something that is so important for Andrew.

Kevneil (Kevin/Neil) is one I just don’t like because, as we all know, I am a petty bitch. I don’t have a reason for disliking it, really. It just... idk, gives me the ick.

2. Moving on, Kevin and Thea.

I made a post regarding this one too, check it out (or don’t).

I don’t feel like rehashing all of that tho, honestly. (but pls feel free to read the reblogs, some were v good and others just made me cackle. Still looking at you, grooming guy)

3. Now, onto the ones I haven’t discussed. We’ll go with Kevjean first.

So, I mean... it’s not impossible that this actually happened in cannon, however. Just judging by the reactions these two had to each other once Jean was out of the Nest, them sustaining a healthy relationship would be nearly impossible.

Also, I am a diehard Jerjean fan (thanks gus_47, I blame you and the masterpiece that is Hoax for this) so I just... can’t bring myself to picture Jean with anyone else.

4. Kevin and Jeremy!

Listen, I don’t hate this one. I simply adore those fun lil fics where Kev is tripping over himself cause he’s in love with Jeremy (looking at you, quicksand). They’re so fun! But, Jerjean owns my soul (again, thank you Hoax) so it’s gonna have to be a no from me.

5. Kevin and Matt

I’ll be real with you, I didn’t know this existed until yesterday, and I am shocked.

I haven’t stopped to think about it much, and I probably won’t, because Dan. I just- that is her husband, excuse you.

6. Kevallison (Kevin/Allison)

I don’t mind this one, honestly. I sorta get it, tbf. 

HOWEVER.

Diehard Renison fan. Enough said.

And now, at last, we come to the two Kevin ships that I can (and do!!) suport whole-heartedly.

7. Kevaaron !! (Kevin/Aaron)

Listen, I just love their personalities. I love the idea of these two assholes healing together. Simply adore.

Before you say it (you know who you are, and yes I’m still salty ab this) I. Don’t. Ship. It. Because. I. Want. Andrew. And. Kevin. Together. ffs, people. What kind of person do you think I am? 

8. Kevin and... (drumroll please)

Himself!

I am 100% in support of aroace Kevin living his best life with his friends and family.  

I mean, it’s lovely. Spectacular. 10/10, adore it.

Okay okay I’m done (for now)

Let me know what other hot takes you’d like to hear!

And as always, if you disagree with anything I’ve said, fight me! I mean that, i love a bit of lighthearted discourse. (unless your opinions are truly heinous, in which case I will verbally punch you in the trachea.)

Blah blah hitman, blah blah death threats

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Confession:

kind of bitter with the whump community sometimes because. with my extensive trauma, if my life were a fiction I absolutely could/would be considered a whumpee, and people hate me for it. People don't like how I can't talk about my past bc apparently 'I don't care about them if I don't tell them', but if I ever bring up even the vaguest bits of my past - even just saying "I have trauma" is too much for them and makes people uncomfortable, avoid me, or accuse me of trying to use them as a therapist (when I didn't want to bring it up to begin with)

it just feels so unfair to me that people will love these characters so much for the same reasons that people get deemed inherently unlovable for irl. I'm never going to live a normal life, I may never have lasting relationships or someone who loves me, and I'll probably never live a day where I'm not afraid. I may never have a real 'place' in this world Because of what other, horrible, people did to me. For things that I didn't choose and were out of my control. And I'm outcast for it.

now, I don't have anything against whump in general. I read & write it myself (namely the stuff with comfort at the end, but still). I feel a big kinship with the characters, and usually it soothes my heart seeing that someone like me could still be cared for. could still be considered worthy of love despite their experiences. while their victimhood is the proof that evil exists in the world, something which people Hate knowing, and that they've committed the great sin of not dying from it.

but sometimes I get bitter, maybe in a jealous kind of way? or maybe just salty because I know that so many people who love these characters would hate them if they were real. & this feels like a stupid thing to say, but it's not fair

I’m very sorry you feel this way, anon. Though I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely sure what to say as I can’t speak for the rest of the Whump community - this is primarily because from what I have seen (though my exposure is limited) the Whump community is one of the nicest communities on tumblr.

That being said, I agree with the notion that whump tropes in real life are undesirable - as I am someone who has experienced being socially outcast due to my own issues. Though, I find that a lot of the Whump community are comprised of people with their own traumas and I think that Whump is a cathartic way for them to work through it with fictional characters. I’m not trying to excuse the behaviour that you have experienced, but it may shes a light on why people act the way they do.

But I agree, nonetheless. To a degree I think that people would dislike some fictional characters if they were real, as the emotional and physical toll of looking after them would sink in - when they’re fictional you don’t have to do anything for them: the whumpee is trapped behind a screen and you can choose if you want to ‘deal’ or ‘Interact’ with them whenever you want.

To a point, I think that sometimes people forget that the ailments they write about are real - hell, I even do it. But it takes a certain level of maturity to be able to distinguish your whumpee from a living breathing person that needs more compassion than a text post or a fix it fic. You’re right, it’s not fair that a factional character can get a deeper level of understanding than a real person.

Remember anon, you will always be worthy of love and care.

I hope this is coherent and anyone feel free to add to this discussion in the reblogs/replies.

[thatonecurlygirl]

Science of Steve Harrington 5

Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing: Steve x Reader Word Count: 1.2k A/N: I apologize, it’s been a few weeks, but I’ve started classes back up, so I’ll be a bit show getting things posted.

Masterlist

You sit there alongside Eddie in utter disbelief at the stories you’ve heard today. Well, almost utter disbelief, you want to believe what they are telling you isn’t ture. You’re waiting for them to begin laughing and reveal that this is some elaborate joke that they are playing on the new kid in town, but you know they are telling the truth. They are confident in their stories, in a way that you cannot fake. 

Robin, Max, and Dusitn have their backs turned to you as they continue to tell Eddie about the evil that really lies beneath their beloved town, their cursed town. The freaking town that you just decided to move to… Great. 

“This is a lot to take in, are you okay?” Steve asks, kneeling beside you, his warm hand softly touching yours. 

“I don’t think this is the kind of trouble Gran had talked about getting in to.” You whisper to Steve who just chuckles. 

“I don’t think so either.” He squeezes your hand, “Look you can back out now, no one will blame you.” 

“Whoa, no. I’m in this now. Am I scared as hell? Yes. Am I going to leave my friends so go at this alone? Hell no.” You sit straighter, small smile on your face.

“I knew I liked you.” He smiles. 

“Okay, so where did you get the new girl from?” Eddies voice cuts through the quiet chatter. 

“Oh, she’s my new neighbor!” Dustin’s voice changes from low and serious to chipper and excited. “She just moved in.” 

“You believe this, shit?” Eddie asks you, motioning around the room. 

“Oddly, yes. After what you’ve witnessed, wouldn’t you?” You shrug. 

“You seemed normal at first,” Eddie chuckles. “Guess you’re just as weird as the rest of us.” 

“You do seem pretty smart and level-headed. Why do you believe us?” Robin quickly turns toward you. 

“I would say this sounds weird, but after hearing all these stories, not so much.” You zone out, trying to come up with the proper way to say it. “I’ve always been able to… feel the energies around me. Sometimes, if stong enough, I can feel others’ emotions. Fear is salty like tears or sweat. Anger is a hellish heat.” You trail off, opening your mouth to say more but fighting with the urge to hide, to cut yourself off before you say too much. 

“What?” Max asks.

“It’s just, I was kind of a freak back home because of this crap, even with my family.” You admit.

“Join the club, Princess.” Eddie scoffs. “Nothing wrong with being a freak.”

“Until your parent’s threaten to lock you up in an asylum.” You snip. “I was the ‘Witch of Weston, Indiana’. All because the girl I thought was my best friend told the whole school about how I can ‘see ghosts’.”

“You can see ghosts?” Steve asks in shock. 

“No,” You huff, “But sometimes I can see things, I don’t think their ghosts, and other times I can feel things. From the second I crossed into Hawkins, I could feel something wrong with this place. Like a rot taking over from the root up, like the soil here is sick or… cursed.” You anxiously shake your lef as you stare down at your feet, refusing to make eye contact. 

“You’re right, it is. Hawkins IS cursed. Freak or not, you’re our friend. Honestly, we are all freaks.” Dustin gestures around the room. 

“Speak for yourself , Henderson.” 

“Shut up, Steve.” Robin rolls her eyes. 

“Can you read minds?” Eddie blurts out, head cocked to the side as he awaits your answer. 

“No, thank God.” You bust out in honest laughter. “I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m just thinking that you’re hot for a freak.” He says with a seductive smirk playing at his lips. 

“Is that so?” You ask between your giggles, causing your stomach to ache. 

“Hey! Nope, that’s enough. We are done here. Time to go home.” Steve claps his hands, motioning to the door. “Stay here, Munson, we will be back tomorrow.”

“Ah, don’t be a party pooper, Harrington.” Eddie groans. 

“Actually, I really should be going anyway. I have to check on my Gran.” You stand to your feet, brushing the dirt of your pants. “It was nice to meet you, Eddie. Wish it were under better circumstances.” 

“You’ll be back tomorrow?” He asks. 

“As long as everyone hasn’t disowned me.” You look up at Steve who flashing a smile that puts your worries to ease. 

“We will all be back tomorrow.” Dustin announces, patting your back as he walks past. “With food.” 

“Thank God,I’m running out of stuff to eat here.” 

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Steve whispers in your ear as he gently guides you out and to his car that waits at the top of the hill. 

“I really don’t scare you.” You ask, voice small and unsure.

“I have six kids that I fight monsters… and Russians… to protect. You are the least scary thing to happen in the last few years.” He smiles, gently nudging you with his arm. 

“Gran was right about you.” You gently bump him back. “You are a good guy.” 

“Yeah, he is. A little to full of himself sometimes, but Steve is the best.” Max says softly, walking past the two of you without looking back.

“I didn’t tell her to say that, either.” Dustin says with wide eyes and a proud expression beaming from his face. 

“What is he talking about?” You giggle, looking up at Steve who is running a heavy hand down his face in frustration. 

“Nothing, he’s just… weird.” Steve waits for you to slide into the backseat and closes the door behind you.

“So, we should probably let the others in on what is going on at some point.” Max speaks up. 

“Yeah, we will find Nancy and Lucas right after we check on Eddie tomorrow.” Dustin nods in agreement. 

 Leaning up in your seat to peek your head in the space between Steve and Robin, you gently tap Steve on the shoulder. “You can just drop me and Dustin off at my car, he can ride home with me.” 

“You sure?” He glances over at you as you sit back in your seat. 

“Absolutely, no need for you to take him home if I’m going that way anyway.” You turn to Dustin. “As long as that’s okay with you?”

“Definitely.” He smiles a wide, Dustin-like smile.

It wasn’t long before Steve was pulling into Family Video and parking right next to your car. You quickly slide out of the car and open the trunk for Dustin. As he is gathering his bike you turn back toward Steves vehicle, leaning down into the window. “Thanks, Steve.” 

“No problem, Y/N.” He smiles. 

“Goodnight you guys, I’ll see y’all tomorrow.” You smile at Robin and Max who smile back.

You notice Max’s smile does not quite reach her eyes and you feel a pull in your chest. She’s hurting, troubled mentally and emotional and she’s pretending to be okay. She looks away from you and down to her fidgeting hands. 

“Alright, kiddo. Let’s get going.” You quickly turn away and skip to your car. “I definitely need some sleep after today.”

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[peach-pops]

Famous S/O HC

This is very self-indulgent cause I’m the type to make up fake scenarios where I’m famous and going on interviews and press tours asfjdks. If you guys want, I’ll make more of these! Oikawa+Tsukishima underneath the cut!

How The Haikyuu Boys Find out that You’re Famous

-Bokuto- (Pro-Athlete) 

Bokuto knew you were an athlete but he had NO IDEA that you were super famous. Like he always thought it was normal for people to come up to you after your game to ask for pictures or autographs ??? 

I mean that’s why he was so drawn to you because of how much passion you had for your said sport cause duh he could relate

One day when you two were out at the mall, he told you that he needed to get new shoes to work out in and so the two of you went into the Nike store so he could look around

He was looking through the shoe aisle and after almost two hours of looking through the same shelves, he finally found a pair he liked (shopping with him is so time-consuming but that’s for a different day) 

when he found a pair he liked, the two of you made your way to the cashier to pay for his shoes. As the cashier was ringing Bokuto up, his eyes traveled up to the large poster/banner that was directly behind the cashier’s area and smiled to himself

It was a colorful promotional banner with a bunch of top athletes from around the world and as he’s looking at the banner, he sees this girl and he nudged you like,” Babe, she looks like you!” 

You look up from your phone and sure enough, you’re plastered on the wall posing with other athletes

“ Oh yeah, I didn’t think this shoot would come out until next month.”

Bokuto didn’t even process what you just said but my dude behind the cash register stopped scanning the shoes to turn his head to the banner and he turned PALE. 

He even does a double-take cause hold up, is there seriously a pro athlete in front of him?

“ Oh my god...You’re Y/N L/N!”

“ How do you know my…” Bokuto furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the banner again and he even squinted like hold up

AND IT ALL SUDDENLY CLICKS FOR HIM

“ Y/N? That’s you!” 

“ Yeah-”

Bokuto can’t even believe it and he totally spaced out when you take a selfie with the guy behind the register with the banner in the background like UMMM HIS GIRLFRIEND IS FAMOUS WHAAAAAA

“ YOU’RE ON A NIKE POSTER OH MY GOD! LOOK YOU’RE ON THIS MAGAZINE WHA-”

Dude is totally making a scene in this store but he does not give a single fuck

As he’s walking you back home, he’s looking up all of your stats and even watches a compilation called “ 100 times Y/N L/N was a beast!” and he’s just shooketh 

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE A FREAKING PRO ATHLETE??”  

“ I didn’t think it was a big deal I mean, you’re pretty famous too babe.” 

“ I DON’T HAVE A PROMOTIONAL BANNER WITH NIKE!” 

He’s not salty at all he’s just a bit emo cause he felt bad that he never even noticed before

As your fame grows, so does Bokuto’s with his volleyball career. You and him are described as a powerhouse couple and it really hypes the two of you up like THE POWER YALL POSSESS TOGETHER ON AND OFF THE COURT/FIELD/WHATEVER

Lots of training together and joint interviews together like Wired autocomplete or your favorite ~THIRST TWEETS~

“ ~Bokuto could spike a volleyball in my face, crack my nose in two different places, and I’d thank him~ oh my god that’s horrible I would never do that.”

“ I mean, you’ve done it before haven’t you?”

“ That was different anyway, your turn Y/N!” 

*passes that clunky ass bucket*

“ ~Y/N L/N, please tie me up and- oh my god this is too dirty I can’t! My mom will watch this!” 

If you’re a pro volleyball player, you two get compared a lot and it bugged you at first since you felt like you two were two very different in terms of playing style but after a while, you both started to encourage the idea of your own playful rivalries like comparing stats and wins

But if you’re in a different sport, you two get asked questions like who’s sport is harder or what it would be like if you two switched sports like??? But because you two are in different fields, you both have such major respect for each other cause you can’t even imagine how much hard work it is 

He absolutely does not mind it at all when fans approach you two if you guys are on a date. He knows how important your relationship with fans are, especially if they’re younger girls who look up to you as a role model

Bokuto will fall in love with you all over again whenever you crouch down to a younger fan ughhhghgh

He doesn’t care for the paparazzi to be honest. he knows it comes with the territory but he will get a bit protective if they start to get too close to you 

“ Hey, we’re just trying to get back home so just let us through please,” but if it continues, he will not give a single fuck about being nice,” dude, what did I just say? Back off!” 

Mad!bokuto will be the death of me

He knows how stressful it is being a pro athlete but he will always remind you how proud he is of you and if he ever sees you overworking, he will make sure you take a day off even if that means just napping together all day

Long story short, Bokuto would be amazing to have by your side as you’re navigating being in the public eye and you may quote me on that

-Oikawa- (Actress)

This attention whore I swear 

So Oikawa knows that you act but he doesn’t know that you’re an actress (which is basically the same thing) 

Like as a kid you were in commercials and you had a small role in a tv show but it wasn’t like it was super popular. 

But what Oikawa didn’t know was that a couple months before you two started dating, you were flown out to America to star in an upcoming and highly anticipated movie 

since you were under a contract, you weren’t allowed to talk about it until the trailer dropped and it ate away at you because all you wanted to do was tell people especially your boyfriend 

ANYWAY He decided to take you on a date to the movie theatre and as you two were getting popcorn, these girls came up to you two 

“ Hi! Is it okay if we can get a picture with you?”

“Of course, how could I ever turn down my lovely fans-”

“ No, not you, Y/N!” 

Oikawa is just flabbergasted as the girls hand their phone to him so he can take a photo of you with your fans he deadass thinks it’s some prank

After the girls left, he gave you a weird-ass gaze and asked you what that was about but you just shrugged and told him that maybe it was because of ur mini part in that one tv show

So he thinks nothing about it and teased you that it was so cute how you had a mini fanbase and you weren’t going to lie, it was pretty freaking cool 

You guys entered your theatre and got settled into your seats as the movie trailers started to play. 

(Oikawa loves watching trailers like this dude is the type to take you 45 minutes before the movie actually begins JUST to make sure he doesn’t miss anything)

As you’re chilling in your seat, you see the trailer to your movie so you do your best to keep your eyes on your boyfriend and the screen at the same time cause you want to see his reaction

The trailer plays and Oikawa seemed to be interested in the movie but again, it’s like any normal trailer UNTIL he hears your voice coming from the screen and he immediately sits up in his seat 

“ Wait- was that your voice?”

“ My voice?”

“ Nevermind, I think I’m going crazy-”

AND THEN HE SEES YOU ON THE SCREEN! Since it’s a trailer it was just about five seconds of an intense/dramatic scene but it’s enough for Oikawa to lose his mind

“ OH MY GOD THAT IS YOU!”

This prompts some people in the audience to shush him but Oikawa doesn’t care

“ OH SHUSH THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND! Y/N! THAT’S YOU!”

“ Toru oh my god yes that’s me but stop screaming or they’re gonna kick us out!” You whispered loudly as Oikawa clamped his hand over his mouth 

He’s so happy and he’s beaming with pride so he pulls out his phone and  records the trailer to post it in his group chat cause duh he wants to show the boys how proud he is but when he sees you kissing someone else for .6 seconds, Oikawa just (ㆆ_ㆆ) and stops recording

“ Are you okay babe?”

“ Was that real or CGI?”

“ The building crumbling is all CGI-”

“ No...the kiss.”

THIS DUMBASS LMAO HE’S SO SALTY AND JEALOUS 

“ Why didn’t you tell me you were this good?” 

“ I- I was always this good! But I couldn’t say anything, I’m under a contract!”

“ But you could’ve told me! I wouldn’t have told a soul!” 

That’s a whole ass lie, if he knew, he would’ve bragged about it to Iwaizumi 

But foreal, Oikawa is such a supportive boyfriend like as months pass and your following gets bigger, he just gushes cause yep that’s his famous girlfriend ( he will 100% use you sometimes for clout)

this dude LOVES bragging to his friends that he’s dating a famous actress. Like he was always showing you off and hyping you up before but it gives him such an ego boost when people find out the two of you are dating

Oikawa is an attention whore like I said so you know whenever the paparazzi appears, he eats it up and will pose which is SOO embarrassing like pls why do u do this

But there are some days where you don’t want to get recognized and he 100% understands so the two of you will wear disguises as to not get recognized. One time you two ended up getting caught so he just grabbed your hand and the two of you SPRINTED back to the subway

He will have all of your movies on DVD and if your movie is on a streaming service, he will buy a membership JUST so he can watch your movie

Sometimes you’ll come over to his house and he’ll always try to make you watch your movie for the millionth time 

“ Toru, can we please watch something else?” 

“ But my extremely talented and beautiful girlfriend is in this movie why would I watch anything but this?” 

Don’t be fooled he WILL skip through any kissing scenes or scenes where your character shows any type of affection to another character

LOVESSS tagging along with you to photoshoots, interviews, red carpet events ALL OF IT

Red carpet events give him a chance to dress up and lowkey his outfit is always one of the best there. He won’t outshine you per se but fans actually look forward to see what he’ll be wearing and he’s not even in any of the movies I- 

Your schedule gets pretty busy once your career takes off and even though there are certain time periods where you’re across the world, it won’t stop him from sending huge bouquets to your set 

Basically, Oikawa is such a supportive boyfriend and is overall so proud of how you managed to juggle your studies with your acting career 10/10 best boy 

-Tsukishima- ( Musician/Singer)

You and Tsuki had only been dating for a bit and since it was all still new, he kept it on the down-low because the last thing he needed was his teammates pestering him about a girl 

Tsuki knew you liked to sing and write songs but you never told him about how well known you were simply because he never asked

He just assumed it was a side thing for you UNTIL he showed up to practice and some of his teammates were huddled around Noya watching something on his tablet

“ Move your elbow! I can’t see-”

“ Watch your hand-”

“ Shush! I can’t hear her-”

“ What are you idiots watching?” Tsuki asked as he craned his neck to look at the screen

No one answered him so he started to watch the music video and low and behold, your face popped up on screen singing along to your lyrics that he’s heard a million times

Tsuki is a bit taken aback cause why is his girlfriend in such a high production video and why is his heart feeling some type of way seeing you in that outfit

Like lemme just take off my glasses and see that again ( •_•)>⌐■-■

” Where did you guys get that video?”

“ What do you mean, it’s online? She’s trending right now-”

“ God all of her songs are so good I want to see her live-” 

“ I can’t believe she goes to school with us-”

“ I wish she would step on me-”

“ Hey, don’t talk about my girlfriend like that,” Tsuki said dryly as he glares at the back of Noya’s head, which prompted everyone to turn around

“ You’re dating Y/N L/N? Ha! That’s funny Tsuki!” Tanaka laughed as he slapped Tsuki in the back harshly

At first, even Tsuki was questioning himself like wait, is he even sure you’re dating? cause this girl in the music video was NOT the same girl he was on the phone with last night

 If you had asked Tsuki 10 seconds ago if he would ever reveal to the guys he was dating someone, he would say helllll no but now that he knew about this, he didn’t care about keeping the relationship a secret especially if they were thirsting over his girl

He had all the proof in the world that he was dating you but took the salty approach to prove it to them. He pulled out his phone and shot you a text even though you were in class

Tsuki: Come to the gym right now

Y/N: is everything ok?

Tsuki: just come quickly

You left your class to “use the restroom” and practically rushed to the gym thinking that something was wrong with your boyfriend. You slid into the gym, causing the boys to look up from the tablet and you ignored their shocked faces

“ Where’s Tsukishima?” 

The boys slowly did a doubletake from the music video back to you to make sure they were seeing correctly and even though you were a bit embarrassed to hear your song playing in the background, you were just worried about Tsuki

Tsuki walked out to you from behind the guys and you rushed over to him

“ Babe, what’s wrong?” 

“ BABE?!” 

The boys were shocked and the second years practically FAINTED in your presence 

Tsuki pulled the tablet from Noya’s cold, dead hands and showed you the screen,” Care to explain this?” 

“ I- Um, it’s my music video…”

“Well are you famous or something?” 

“ I wouldn’t say famous…more like upcoming artist?” 

And then the next week you’re a nominee for the VMA’s asjfkghdk

 honestly out of Oikawa and Bokuto, he probably handles it the best on the outside, he doesn’t make too big of a deal out of your fame but on the inside he’s can’t even believe it

He doesn’t go around shouting to the world that he’s dating the Y/N L/N but he has his own ways of supporting you. He’ll listen to your songs whenever he’s walking in the hallway or doing homework at home and he’ll catch himself liking tweets that are about you as long as they’re positive

He’s def the type to argue with people online if they say mean comments and will report/block them before you can even see it 

IDC how much he tries to hide it, he is deadass ur biggest fan. Tsuki will tease you about how nervous you act during interviews/award shows but he will ALWAYS go with you to ease your nerves even if he had prior plans

If you ever write a song for him, he gets SO RED AND EMBARRASSED so pls do that 

Will def call you baka for doing so but deep down, he’ll fall in love with you even more cause you’re able to put into words how he feels about you 

I don’t think he’ll be too comfortable with you posting about him but he knows he can’t do anything about people taking photos of the two of you out together in public

Tsuki would never be rude to your fans though like if you were recognized during a date, he wouldn’t make a fit and will take photos of you and your fans to speed the process along

He HATES HATES HATES the paparazzi’s like it’s one thing for fans to come up to you when yall are in public but he gets mad when the paparazzi harasses you with questions/pictures/comments

“ Y/N! Turn around and give a smile!” 

“ Not right now, I’m sorry.”

“ Oh come on, don’t be shy! Just show the camera a little skin!”

“ How about you shut the hell up before I smack that camera out of your face.”

Head empty, no thoughts, just thinking about Mad!tsuki

It’s a big adjustment for Tsukishima that he has a girlfriend in the entertainment sphere but he knows how hard you’ve worked for it and he would never tell you to stop living your dream 

Sometimes he’ll feel insecure because you’re so successful and he doesn’t want to hold you back but since he can’t imagine being without you, he just pushes those thoughts away and enjoys every minute with you 

[norarigby]

Miya Osamu - The Best Team

The Little Black Box Masterlist

Paring: Miya Osamu x reader

Warnings: just the absolute BEST HUSBAND MATERIAL that is none other than THE Miya Osamu

Word Count: ~1.1k

A/n: As the final oneshot in the series, I am very pleased with this concept and how it turned out. Ugh, man I’m so soft for Osamu. Like please let me marry you already!

A/n (pt. 2): Like I said, this is the last one of the series! I really enjoyed writing these and I hope you have enjoyed reading them! Thank you all for the likes, reblogs, comments, follows, and the nice messages! You all are so amazing! Enjoy the end of the series!

You had been laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling in silence for five painstakingly long minutes. Osamu was growing more anxious and impatient with each passing one. You wouldn’t even look at him! At least give him something! Still, he tried to wait dutifully, knowing you were truthfully thinking about an answer to a complicated question. Too complicated of a question for right before bed, he concluded too late.

His thoughts began to run in circles, reeling a mile a minute. He didn’t know how he was going to recover if your answer was less than ideal. Would you break up with him over it? Would you laugh at his face and tell him he’s crazy? He broke out in a small sweat and his palms became clammy. He didn’t dare move to dry them, however. He was too concerned about breaking whatever suspended tension hung in the air.

“Will it make you happy?”

Not expecting an answer, his head whipped back to face yours. He searched your face for something, anything, but you remained staring at the ceiling. Stalling for some time, he stuttered out a “What?”

“I said,” And you finally turned your head to look him in the eyes, “will it make you happy?”

He could finally look at you, but if he was being honest, that wasn’t really helping either. He cursed you for being so in control of your thoughts and emotions. At this point, he almost preferred you to scream at him, slam the door in his face and call him crazy. Just something so he could know what was bouncing around in your head. What were you thinking about?

Osamu sighed, knowing how to get that answer. It would require him to answer your question and fully commit to his, albeit, half thought up idea that he’d really only been thinking about for a week or so.

After one last look to see if he’d missed any clues from you, he muttered out, “Yes.”

You shifted to your side and held his face in your hands, preventing him from moving his face anywhere that wasn’t pointed directly at yours. It was your turn to search his eyes—what you were searching for, he wasn’t quite sure.

Finally finding whatever answer you were looking for, you let go of his face and rolled back over, turning off the lamp in the process.

“Alright,” You stated. “If it’ll make you happy, then do it.”

Osamu blinked once. Then twice. Then a third time.

“Wait, really?”

You sighed, “Yes, ‘Samu, now go to bed. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

But his head was still reeling from your answer. He reached over to turn the lamp back on and rolled you back to face him. He was so caught up, he didn’t even register your annoyed look.

“No, wait, I want you to be absolutely sure. This is a big deal. Opening a restaurant isn’t just a weekend job. I’ll have to do it full time and-“

You covered his mouth with your hand, “Yes, I’m aware a restaurant is a lot of work. But you’re smart, hard-working, and it’s something you love. You’ll be able to do it. Now let’s go to bed.”

You moved to roll over, but Osamu pulled you back, earning a huff from you, “What?”

Osamu’s face wasn’t really panicked, but it definitely frantic. His voice matched his look as he talked so fast his mind could barely keep up. “It’s just...it’s...it’s gonna be a lot. And I might need your help. And Kita said he’d be willing to be my rice dealer. But I don’t even have a location picked out yet-“

“Osamu.”

“Then I’m not even sure how to pay for it. Will the bank even give me a loan? How much am I going to need with rent and decor and food-“

“Osamu.”

“What if people don’t even like my food? Then I’ll just be another failed restaurant. Not to mention I wouldn’t hear the last of it from Atsumu if that happened....Or-“

“Miya Osamu.” You forcefully placed your hands on his shoulders to get his attention. Thankfully, it quieted the man above you for the moment being. Taking a deep breath, you let go of his shoulders and held out your arms, inviting him to lay on your chest, “C’mere.” He gratefully accepted the offer and snuggled against you, thankful for the touch that pulled him out of his spiral.

As he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, you ran your fingers through his hair while you waited for his breathing to even out.

Finally, you spoke, “Osamu. It’s a lot, I know. But we’ll take it on as a team, right? And if this is something you really want, we’ll make it happen. We’ll take it piece by piece until you have an open restaurant that’s brimming with customers. In fact, let’s sleep on it tonight and we can start making a to-do list tomorrow. Okay?”

You felt hot tears meet your skin. But you didn’t comment on it, nor did you make fun of him. You just tightly held onto him and patiently waited for his answer. Eventually he was able to calm himself down enough and choked out a “Thank you.”

“Hey,” You pulled his face up so you could look him in the eyes. “We’re going to do this, okay? I meant what I said. We’re a team. So where you go, I follow. You just say the word.”

Osamu, not trusting his voice for a second time, kissed you, salty lips and all. Neither of you were very good with words anyway. Even saying ‘I love you’ felt somewhat strange. But the love was still there. It was in the salty kisses, the reassurances, in the kitchen when he would make you your favorite dish on Friday’s because it meant he could see you smile after a long week. Saying I love you wasn’t really your thing, but the love was there all the same.

So as you two finally settled down to rest, his heart raced each time he thought of how you said you two were a team. He thought that was the closest thing to I love you that you’ve ever said.

A team.

Osamu liked the sound of that. He really liked the sound of that. So, as his second impulsive thought of the night, he decided that as soon as you left for work tomorrow morning, he was going straight to a ring shop downtown. Because he wanted to be on your team for the rest of forever.

(Posted March 11, 2021 7:34PM MST)

[angsty-omi]

truth or drink.

kuroo tetsuro x reader

tw: suggestive content, exes, cursing

you heard about this interview game show on youtube through your good friends. watching it your first time with them, it was so blatantly obvious that they were still in love.

you pointed your drumstick at the TV screen, “it’s so obvious that she still likes him, look at her posture!” your voice muffled with a mouth full of ice cream.

“that’s what’s fun about these videos! plus it’s kinda sweet that they rekindle the fire through an intense game of truth or dare” hinata replied.

“truth or drink” you emphasized, “and plus, they’re exes for a reason, nonetheless. just because you try again, doesn’t mean there will always be a different outcome. if there was an issue that both parties couldn’t get over, what makes it okay now in front of a camera? men ain’t shit, and honestly so are the girls who participate in these. no self worth honestly.”

“wow... y/n it’s very obvious you’re projecting your feelings about your breakup with kuroo onto these fun challenges,” kageyama spoke for the first time that night.

and he was right. you were still in the mourning period over your breakup. every romantic song, couple, and certain aphrodisiacs were out to get you because it reminded you of him. to ease the pain, you expressed your hurt through bitchiness to others. not only were you a bitch, but a hypocrite.

how? because two years later you were sitting across the table from kuroo, with a camera to your right and shots to your left. you didn’t even know how you got into this position. one night you were super drunk and missed him. submissions were open and your intention was to see him again. other than that, it was all a blur.

as the director read the rules of the game, your’s and kuroo’s eyes were boring into each other, and you were nervous about how he felt currently being in such a vulnerable position.

“first off, we’ll introduce you guys and your back story,” the director instructed.

[where did you guys meet?]

“we-

“she was-”

you both interrupted each other. you lent out your hand as a gesture that he could say it.

“she was actually watching a game of mine, our school was against hers and her seat just happened to be directly in front of my eyesight. she looked beautiful and i-”

“now i have to stop you there, i was not beautiful. i had a bunch of acne and a crooked tooth”

*you look straight at the camera*

“since when are those features not beautiful?” kuroo mocked, making him seem like the best guy in front of the cameras.

you only rolled your eyes and let him go on.

“on our last set, it was a close game. the score was 25-24 nekoma and i needed one more hit. when kenma set it to me, i hit it. the winning spike. that’s when i looked at her, pointed, and blew a kiss. and the rest was history”

you smiled at that memory. it was actually a really sweet moment. you’ve never really felt seen or unique, but he made you feel like the most important person in the world, and you’ll always cherish that.

[when did you guys break up?]

“around 2-3 years ago, it was a while ago” you responded.

*you both immediately grabbed the shots next to each other and clanked the glass together, before downing it*

you chuckled, because of how you both knew this was going to be hard.

*you picked up the top card*

“pffffftttttt rate me in bed, and how i can improve?”

“i would honestly say you’re a good 9? it was very passionate and soft except for the times it wasn’t”

*kuroo winked at the camera, while you punched his shoulder*

“i just wish you let me hit it in the back more”

*you hid your face in complete embarrassment with the card*

“next.”

*kuroo swiped the next card*

the smile on his face immediately turned into stone when he read the card.

“are you attracted to any of my friends?” he said with a pinch of pettiness.

“HAHAhahahaha...” you slowly grab the tequila bottle next to you.

his face conveyed mild irritation with a “🙂” face on him.

“weren’t you attracted to kyoko?” you dramatically raised an eyebrow.

then he grabbed the bottle from your hand. you didn’t feel jealous at all, in fact, you too were attracted to kyoko.

“please censor the name during the final editing” you smiled at the director, and you swore they just blushed.

*you grabbed the next card*

“what’s the most annoying thing about me?”

“you would always just kiss me to avoid conflict. like, when you washed your pink clothes with my white shirts and i called you out on it, we ended up just fucking and i forgot completely about it”

“so you’re saying it worked” you fist bumped the air.

“what about me?” kuroo asked.

“i guess, if i had to name something it’d be your loud snores, loud chewing, forgetting to buy groceries, screaming at our television because kenma missed his sho-”

“okay okay i get it,” stopping you from continuing.

there were only a few more cards left when kuroo picked up the next one.

“are you happy for me now? be honest.”

“of course! you’re literally a professional volley player, basically a celebrity. i am honored i am one of the few that got to know you. you deserve everything that you have and you’re the realest person out there, tetsu” slipping out his nickname so casually, that you mentally screamed.

“thank you y/n, i really appreciate that.” he put his hand on yours with a warming smile, making it seem like he ignored it for your sake.

[why did you guys break up]

that was very tough question. both you stayed silent for a good second, wondering who will talk first.

“i-i’ll go first,

kuroo had been offered a job, fresh off of high school, while i decided to choose the local college. the job was to be a profession volleyball player... for the states. at first, he wasn’t going to take it, because it was too far from me. during our last few months of senior year, rumors about me and kenma circled around. nothing actually happened, but when kuroo asked me, i didn’t respond and...” you hesitated, kuroo’s eyes expressed the same pain from all those years ago.

you bit your lip before continuing, “because letting him think that made him let go and i couldn’t let myself hold him back y’know? it was just a situational breakup and i’m glad i made that decision. all was forgiven between him and kenma shortly after that by the way, just not with him and me.” you giggled at the end, to seemingly make it less awkward. your eyes were glossy— but, you had to confess your biggest secret.

you tried to look for a response from kuroo, but he just stayed silent. desperation started to tingle your skin.

then, kuroo did respond, by getting up from his seat and leaving you there, alone. tears now were freely falling on your face, in front of tons of people nonetheless.

“listen y/n, we can just not post this for privacy.” the director comforted.

“no it’s okay, a deals a deal kenma.” you waved off and left abruptly.

you slammed the doors open to the outside, with a cool breeze hitting your tears. you crouched in a position sobbing, while gasping for breath. he was the love of your life, and the thought of him never forgiving you really hurt.

“y/n”

you knew that voice. it was the same one just minutes ago laughing. you were so mentally drained that you thought you were hallucinating. it was only then when he wrapped his arms around you. you missed this. you missed the warmth of kuroo’s bear hugs.

“if you told me to stay i would’ve.” kuroo whispered into your ear.

“i know you would’ve, t-that’s why i h-had to do what i had to do. and now look at you, you’re rich, famous and... and” you stopped.

“you don’t have to say it y/n.” kuroo raised his voice in a serious manner.

“i-i have to or else i will never accept it nor get any closure.” you sighed, pushing him back out. looking into his eyes, they were also full of remorse, conflict, and sorrow.

as you try muster up the words, he crashed his lips against yours. immediately, you retaliate, knowing that it’s selfish but this was the last time you were ever going to be this vulnerable. the kiss screamed pain, and both of you tasted each other’s salty tears that were getting in the way.

when you finally came to your senses, you pulled away.

“if somehow we are both 40 and single, let’s meet at the place where we first met. until then, happy engagement.”

[elriell]

The thing I hate about this ship war is that I’ll be reading other sides’ opinions and theories and sometimes I’ll think “oh, I see what they mean. I don’t really agree or interpret it that way, but I can respect this take on it.” And then I keep reading until the end of the post and they finish it with a jab or an insult to the opposing side…and I’m immediately turned off and honestly become kinda salty. Like, is it necessary to insult others while conveying your point?

Sadly it’s not even just one side that does this, and I feel like a lot of the more popular users specifically get followers because of this “no filter” attitude. But I feel like there’s a difference between tearing down theories with evidence or counter arguments (maybe even with a little bit of attitude granted) and straight up mocking and degrading people’s intelligence. If that makes sense…

Anyway, you’ve been in this fandom for a long time so you’ve had to deal with this stuff a lot longer than me so I wanted to hear your take on it 😕

Oh for sureeeee, I mean I think this is what makes communication between both sides a little harder and multi-shipping incredibly difficult for many, because you might attempt to reach out but it is met with hostility. I can count the amount of fandoms I have been able to participate in as a multi-shipper on one hand because of this atmosphere.

It is one of those really hard topics to discuss because I kind of walk the fence in some regards, I think a lot of it comes down to personalities at its base. I mean some people are simply more used to be brash and upfront, others not, cultural impact is another thing to be considered. As someone who has lived all over, in many countries across several continents, there are so many differences with how people present themselves and perceive others.

Some people are really sarcastic, and that is almost their love language, their comfort zone. Others might find it off putting. We have such a wide array of shippers from ALL over and it is hard too narrow it down, if that makes sense? Because what I find rude/abrasive might not be the same for you, and vice-versa.

However, there is most definitely a communication issue in this (and most) fandoms.

The problem only gets worse as time goes on because hurt and resentment towards a majority group builds and impact the overall viewing of said ship/individual. And to be clear no party is innocent in this.

I know for sure there are a lot of things I have seen have altered my perception, my enjoyment of individuals/ships. I know I have certainly lost my patience and felt at wits end due to the ship war and been a little snarky at times. It is hard not to when what filters through is so toxic. We as groups will always see and focus on the bad parts because realistically those are the popular things that get brought up and discussed.

Unfortunately I don't know where the solution lies, if I am honest. Other than finding you niche group of friends that agree and sticking with them, because after a year of back and forth is there any return? Would people even want it? We need a council lmao

I always try and step back and see the bigger picture, and the person behind the screen but all these things are easily said but harder to follow through over time... Another clarification though, insulting someone as a human or their intelligence is of course, never okay. Always be respectful of human beings as people not just a URL/account. I just mean that over time, feelings will build and fester, and there lies the difficult part.

Thank you for bringing this up, it is a wonderfully complicated topic and i would absolutely love anyone's add-on's on their perspective/experience since being in the fandom. I have been here a looooong time, and pre-ACOTAR many years in other fandoms and unfortunately it seems an all to common pattern people fall in to.

Someone needs to draft a peace treaty and settle the war hahahaahah

I hope at least 5% of that made sense.

[aerolanya]

Hey guys,

Let’s start a new thing!

Apparently my ex has been stalking me on here and wanted to throw a pity party for himself because I said he was emotionally abusive. To be honest, that doesn’t even make the top five worst things he’s done, but I was trying to be diplomatic.

SO. If he really wants to come on here and feel sorry for himself, I have an idea. My asks are open and anon is on. Send me the shit you always wanted to say to your ex but never had the chance. I’ll post and tag it “shout out to my ex” ����

If you’re petty like me, jump on board, and feel free to share! If you’re not, I’m proud of you. Also, please send help, I’m salty AF 😅

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