#I'm in their WhatsApp group now I don't even know how I did this the first thing I said when I saw them was not even hello it was literally

[starpros-sunshine]

I hate suddenly knowing a lot of people how did I literally become that one bitch in the sitcom that's always everywhere

[clarkeybabey]

Hi! This is my first time requesting anything so I hope I'm doing this right, was wondering if u could do some george hcs of being his gf while he plays in the charity match? Thank you xx

thank you so much for the request!! I hope you enjoy:)))), a bit suggestive at the end..... more coming soon;)

poor baby is so nervous in the weeks leading up to it

"i would've rather them ask me the day of." "you wouldn't have been prepared." "I genuinely couldn't care less about preparation; the suspense is killing me."

He's dialled in every second, whether that be the sidemen Instagram or the whatsapp group chat

"you do know they've already announced you, right?" "yes, darling, but what if they change their mind or something???"

and you better believe when the fellas streamed discussing the lineup, he had it, volume blasting, on your bedroom tv, knee bouncing.

"you're going to be riding that bench mate," "shut the fuck up, Christopher."

chris and arthur give him so much shit for how he's acting

"arthur, you weren't even invited. you're not a part of this!!!" "Bit harsh, mate, no?" "They're scared they'll hurt your ever-so-fragile ego if they don't invite you back." "alrighty then..."

practically begs them and you despite your plans with the other wags to let you be there on training day.

"she'll be well behaved, simon, i promise." "i don't think I'm the one they're worried about..." "we'll bring the leash just in case," "STOP FORCING THE PET PLAY NARRATIVE, GEORGE CLARKE."

he has an eye on you the entire day, introduces you to everyone you haven't met yet, and makes sure you see all the defending he does or the goals he makes. Clearly in search of much-needed validation

"is this your missus, clarkey?" "oh yeah, ginge, this is [name], my wife." scoffing, you hold up your ringless hand, "that's news to me."

"did you see that, holy shit," he says in a pile of limbs on the grass, "I did, yes, but lets not kill ourselves before you've even touched the pitch."

all of a sudden, the morning of match day, he wakes you up dressed in his Sidemen FC zip-up, feeling scarily indifferent about being in front of millions, playing with some of the biggest social media stars.

he kisses your cheek before stepping out for team breakfast. "are you sure you're okay?" two nights prior he was quite anxious about the crowd or disappointing anyone, but now he's just chill.

"im fine, baby, excited but im not freaking out anymore," he shrugs toying with his vlog camera settings, "Well, I've got breakfast with liv and sab in a bit, text me okay?"

You receive a kiss on the corner of your mouth, followed by a salute, and he's off

Throughout the time before the match, you're shooting him endless messages of encouragement and well-wishes, he's quick with thank you's and assurances that he's okay, just footie with his mates, he insists

The crowd erupts with screams during their walkouts, you're aware of the amount of support your friends and boyfriend receive on the internet, but the energy in the stadium seemed to be something otherworldly.

He was benched for a bit, but when he was out there, he made his presence known. Anxiety and pride are the only things you find yourself feeling

especially the ladder when he scored his goal, despite his doubts that he'd be able to do so.

Once the celebrations calm down, one of the girls speaks up, "Someone's getting it tonight," with wagging brows. you don't answer, but the irrepressible smirk on your face says everything you refuse to.

Before you know it, it's over. The match goes into penalties for the first time ever, unfortunately, Sidemen FC loses because of one missed penalty.

There are no hard feelings as 4.7 million pounds and counting was raised and split among three charities. Unless Chris, Deji, and Danny's bragging rights are brought up

You find him in the showers after most everyone's left to change and freshen up for the afterparty. He's a sight with his towel hanging low on his hips, seemingly typing up a text; it takes a lot of restraint not to jump on him right there.

your phone chimes with his notification, he smiles when he finds your eyes, "Don't go getting any ideas, i don't think i'd like to be banned from Wembley." you scoff, jokingly offended, "how dare you assume I'm thinking inappropriately, just wanted to see my man,"

"told you id meet you in the lobby. you're very impatient," simple words, his pretty eyes, and a hand squeezing your hip have all words dying on your tongue

They quickly return when his wet hair soaks both your neck and top. "George," you gasp, doing your best to put space between the two of you, not really caring when you fail and are lifted up onto the communal sinks, "Now whos getting ideas?"

[petew21-blog]

Family swap: Boys just wanna have fun!

My name is Robert Philip Cornell. I come from a very succesful family of lawyers. And in order to honor my family's legacy I continued in this tradition. Therefore I hope that one of my sons, preferably both, will continue this path as well. Unfortunately my twins, Richard and Philip, are very much like me and their mother. Inteligent, very good looking and thanks to our wealth, powerful. And they know how to use that. But sometimes I wonder if they should appreciate our legacy more than they do now. If you asked me right now and I answered that they were high, drunk or fucking someone, I'd definitely hit atleast one of the three if not all of them.

I was in Johannesburg to help close a company I represent a great deal. After signing we ended having a few coctails and then I left the group to my hotel room. Suddenly a WhatsApp message came to my mobile phone. From my wife Anna

"I'm sorry for interupting your meeting. Call me asap when you're free. It's the boys"

Oh god. What now? I dialed my wife's phone number

Anna:"Hey love. How was the meeting?"

Robert:"Hi, all went well. What's happening?"

Anna:"Philip took the boat. Richard covered him and as soon as the boat left the harbour he followed him. They just wanted to trick me. So now they're once again having a party on the sea, absolutely high as always. I just hope the cost guard will be understanding once again"

Robert:"Honey. I know you mean well with them, but I think it's time"

Anna:"Robert no. You can't be serious. Don't you remember what happened with your father and you when you two did this? Your father wanted to 'teach you a lesson', then you spent a shit ton of money and almost destroyed his reputation."

Robert:"And look where it got me. I know that the boys will understand eventually"

Anna:"So what are you gonna do? It wouldn't be fair to swap only one of them and there isn't another male figure left in your family to swap them with"

Robert:"I wasn't thinking of a male figure to be honest"

Anna:"Are you crazy? One of my sons in my FEMALE body? Robert, I don't think I'm comfortable with that. I can't imagine one of them treating my body decently"

Robert:"I am not happy with one of them ruining my image too or even treating my and yours body, but I believe that they will learn the lesson soon enough. Besides, wouldn't you wanna take those two teen hormonal bodies for a spin?"

Anna:"You're a tease Robert... when?"

Robert:"How about right now? I am in a hotel room. So let's say, Richard can try to get out of South Africa back home and Philip now can try to figure out and stress alone in your body on an island, how to get their original bodies back"

Anna:"Robert... you're evil. Then I am looking forward to see you in a minute"

Robert:"See you soon, my love"

A few minutes passed since Robert wanted to write down some instructions and so did Anna

Richard and Philip were on a yacht, blasting music and approaching the beach of the city they were headed to. Suddenly a text message sound. Philip opened the message first. It said:"Since you boys want to be on your own and enjoy everything life has to offer, we give you our bodies to take care of and with them the duties of maintaining our family image. Yes, you now have to work, yes you have to provide for the family. And yes, one of you will be a female. Treat our bodies with respect and we will do the same."

Philip:"Dude is dad tripping? What the hell is that?"

Richard:"I think I'm too high for this, bro"

A very nauseating feeling that didn't originate from the waves of the sea sweat through the two teens. Both trying hard not to vomit

Richard's P.O.V.

The feeling passed. There was a bright artificial light around him and he felt water coming down his chest. Wait what? How did he get in the shower? Was he that high that he didn't even remember the boat landing, the party or anything?

Richard looked down on his chest

"What the fuck?!?" a deep voice echoed the walls of the shower

"Philip? Did you bleach my chest hair? They're grey you fucker. And what the hell happened to my voice? I sound like dad."

I wasn't paying much attention to myself and what was actually happening. I just took a towel, exitted the shower and tried to find out where the hell I was. I looked around and couldn't find much. It was a pretty normal hotel room, on the bed I saw my fathers briefcase and his clothes. There was a note on the bed:"Wanted to hand you everything clean and ready. BEHAVE and don't ruin my body! Love, dad"

"What the actual fuck is this?"

The reality was starting to him the. The text message, the note, the chest hair. I was scared to look in the mirror, but there was no other way of knowing

"You son of a bitch!" he really did it. My new reflection wasn't the one I was used to, but seemed like my much older one and a but distorted along with a beard. My father is a very handsome man, I have to give him that. But it is very different from the point of view of his son. Your parents aren't suppose to be hot, they're disgusting to you no matter how they look. Yet here I was standing, watching my father's muscular, grey-haired torso. His veins on his biceps. His piercing eyes that I knew very precisely, cause these ones were the ones that raised me. The ones that always seemed the most disappointed.

But now. I was behind these eyes. And my father did this to me on purpose. He wanted to give me another life lesson. "You know what dad? Fuck you!"

I dropped the towel I put around my waist before to reveal a hairy flacid dick. Ew, I never thought I would see my father's dick from this point of view. We'll here we are. But it's not bad to be honest. Might give it a little trim and the chicks would dig it.

I took a second before doing that to really think hard. I had to look away from the mirror causing watching my father jerk off wasn't something I would get off to daily. But watching this nice cock get hard in my hands as I was palying with these hairy balls and the foreskin, that was something. Looking down I was really proud. I am still muscular, I look amazing and I got a nice dick. Doesn't matter what dad does to me. I'll enjoy this punishment.

I grabbed my new dick hard. I squeezed it until I felt pain. And then I started jerking it. I spit in my hand and played with the head, almost instantly. I stopped and resumed jerking. I was hairy everywhere. I wasn't used to that. I wasn't even thinking about this body as my father's anymore.

My right hand was curious enough to get into the jungle between my buttcheeks. And what a jungle it is. I spit into that hand as well.

"Sorry, daddy. Boys just wanna have fun"

I pushed one finger inside. I could that this body has never experinced that. I'll enjoy that even more. I pushed in another finger and then kept on pushing until I couldn't. I felt my new prostate. So sensitive! I pushed and pulled. Almost forgetting to jerk off at the same time. I got in sync and could only scream in pleasure. I was so close. I could feel the sensation building up. If I were in my body I would stop to take care of the mess in time. But I didn't care. I let it pour outside off me. The cum got into my chest hair and on my abs. I let out a sight of relief

Collapsed on the bed, I noticed dad's phone lighting up. Mom was calling. Wait, is it really mom or is Philip also swapped? I gotta know. I took the phone to my ear and answered

Philip:"Those fuckers. What are we gonna do about them?"

Richard:"I don't know about you, but I just had the best orgasm in my life"

Philip:"You're so disgusting Rich, that's our fathers body, you know that?"

Richard:"Yeah, but that didn't stop me. And I don't think you should stop either. The women say that their orgasm is so much more intense, so now you'll know"

Philip:"I don't know if I am ok with that. It's our mother's pussy, bro"

Richard:"Yeah and? I just fingered our father ass. Suck it up big boy. I'll send you a location. I'll take a plane and we'll meet there?"

Philip:"You're nasty bro. See you there I guess. Wait, wait do you know what is this tiny weird thing sticking out at the top of the vagina?"

I packed my fahter's things and set off to meet my bro, or wife?. I went to the local mall and slightly altered my visage. Do you think they'll let me inside of the plane like this? Oh and one tiny request I gotta send to our butler

Robert and Anna's P.O.V.

Anna:"I must admit, Robert, I haven't felt so full off energy in ages!"

Robert:"That might be the drugs the boys took, haha"

Anna:"No, seriously. The boys got great bodies, but our bodies aren't as much vital as these ones. We have to go do something!"

Robert:"How about we continue in the plans that the boys had? Might be fun"

We arrived to an empty beach with no one in sight.

Robert:"Did you check the coordinates?"

Anna:"Sorry, dear but I am still very high. I am still surprised we didn't crash the boat"

Robert:"Haha. It's so funny to see Philip call me honey. Haha, jesus. I think I am still also high"

Anna:"Wanna maybe lie down here and just... chill. Or how do the kids these days call it?"

Robert:"Haha. 'Kids these days'. Philip looks like a nostalgic senior now"

Anna in Philip's body laughed. "Yeah and what are you? A teen king who knows all the trends?" she ran up to him and pushed him on the ground

Both boys's bodies still very high. They very playfully fighting in the sand. Rolling around, like two teenage boys would

Suddenly Anna planted Robert a kiss. Robert was shocked and stared at her not returning it

Anna:"I still see you as you. I don't care what bodies we're in. Even if we were worms I'd ¹still love you"

Robert:"Anna, I... don't think I can do this"

Anna grabbed Robert's new hard dick and looked back at him:"Then don't think at all. Just love me"

Anna kissed him again and this time Robert kissed back. He felt the love his wife had for him and kissed the another boys body back.

The two identical boys now with their hands all over their bodies. Exploring each other as if it were a mirror. A mirror that they made out. A mirror that they were caressing and pressing their hard dick against.

Ther dicks were out. Anna in Philip's body just laughed as she felt her husband sucking her dick:"I understand why you always beg me. This is so goood. Keep going!"

Robert didn't believe what he was doing, but he couldn't really keep thinking that or else he would go mad. Sucking his son's dick was definitely not on his bucket list.

Robert got into a 69 position. Twins giving each other the same pleasure. What a sight for horny eyes.

They didn't talk. They were mouthful, so there was no room for talking. Each gagging on each others dick. Giving pleasure to the other one. Thursting and enjoying the same feeling from the other. They were close very close. And they both came almost at the same time. They got some perfecting to do.

They were in each other's arms, naked on the beach sand. Enjoying the view of the other one. Just smiling at each other.

And just then, the family Butler arrived with security to the beach.

Nigel:"Good afternoon gentlemen. I have strickt orders from your parents to transport you back to your house and to enroll you back into high school. You have your senior year to finish and you have to pass all your exams. Your parents also gave a strict rule of no alcohol, no drugs and no visits in your home. Shall we leave?"

Robert to Anna:"Oh that's what I forgot. Fuck, Richard is good. This is gonna be very good for him. I think he'll be the next one to continue."

Anna:"Did you just hear what Nigel said, honey?"

Robert:"All I heard was that I will spend a lot off tíme together with the love of my life. I don't care how painful it will be. We get to be young again and together. And don't forget that the boys share bedroom, honey." I saw Anna blushing and smile as she opened the car door.

Richard a Philip's P.O.V.

Philip:"Are you sure we're safe like this?"

Richard:"Yeah, bro. They're gonna have to go to high school and all. Nigel already has them at home. We get to live no without nagging"

Philip:"Yeah, so amazing to have no nagging, but If you haven't noticed I am the one with mums pussy."

Richard:"And I bet it's hungry for dick"

Philip:"Why on earth didn't they swap you into mum instead of me. I'm not even bi. I won't enjoy the sex as much as you will"

Richard;"Ok, I promile that tonight I'll show you that you're now definitely on the spectrum and that I now have a magnificent dick that will make you very happy"

Philip:"Fine. So, we gonna party now or what?"

Richard:"The festival hasn't even started yet and you wanna party already. I think we're now the oldest people here dude."

Philip:"Well then let's show them how older people party!"

An inbox story that I played with a tiny bit :D

Could you write a story about parents swapping bodies with their twin kids since they don’t behave. Now the parents in the boys body must go to school and enjoy their youth while the boys in their parents bodies have to give to work and be responsible.

If you haven't seen your story yet, don't worry I got a lot of them in the inbox, some of them are partially written in the drafts and are now just waiting for me to have more time and be horny enough to finish them 😈

[calicowithwings]

Hello, I know nobody is gonna really see this, but today marks two years since I met someone extremely important to me. And if she somehow sees this, I don't think she'll know it's about her actually. I think it's a good idea to at least write down this short story length yap session.

So, it's June 28th, 2022. I'm at my dad's house, on Picnic, which I had just downloaded. If you don't know what that is, it's basically just a tiktok knockoff with a bunch of gacha kids (/pos). I'm just scrolling, when I see a video. It's just someone's oc, and they're saying they're new here.

I decided to DM her, I said, "hey, I'm new here. I'm trying to make some friends." I copy and pasted this to a good 3 other people, she's the only one who responded though.

We had a nice conversation for a while, I found out her name was Ash, she lives 8000 miles away from me (in South Africa), and her favorite colors were neon green and black.

We talked for a while, and my mentally ill ass almost immediately caught feelings. So, after a good month or so of knowing her, I genuinely said, "I lowkey wanna date you-" (yes ik it's stupid, leave me alone I was young and extremely dumb 😭)

She was in a (somewhat abusive, now that I think about it 😰) relationship at the time though, so we didn't date. We did kinda flirt a bit though, playfully.

About a week after I said that monstrosity of a sentence, I went on vacation to a different state. This is kinda irrelevant, all you rly need to know is that I moved immediately after I came back

So, she was my only friend while I was in this new place, too far into summer break to meet people, so we just talk. Constantly.

At some point, I'm not really sure when, we start actually dating. Not exactly clear when, it was more of a, "are we together" "sure man" type thing.

Also, we made this gc with some of our friends, Kay, Alex, Elliot, Liam, and Pip are the main ones, in case I mention them later on

Anyways, school started, and we talked as much as we could, which wasn't too often, considering the 8 hour time zone different.

But we still talked as much as we could, and the group chat was going strong. It was a nice group of friends.

So, Ash always listened to my ramblings about my hyperfixations, as confused as she always was, but she never could remember them fully. She's always had kinda bad memory issues.

At some point, around late December 2022 or Early January 2023, we moved to WhatsApp because Picnic had a stupid update that ruined like, everything.

We continued to talk on WhatsApp for a while, before one day we got into an argument about neopronouns. Dear god, I wish we didn't have that fight. Basically, she didn't rly understand nor support them, and I was kinda upset about it.

We started talking a lot less, like.. from all day every day, to sometimes maybe once a day.

And, as ironic as it was, one day as I was leaving school, genuinely thinking, "I'm so glad I have a girlfriend to talk to as soon as I get off of school every day."

Yeah, she had sent a breakup text while I was at school.

She wanted to focus on herself more, which I totally get. We tried to stay friends, but we just kept talking less and less, until one dreadful day.

She messaged me, about a life update. Apparently she was now more focused on her religion (Christianity) and couldn't support lgbt anymore, which, for the fact, she sent a quote that literally went against what she was saying???

Anyways, this obviously turned me off of her a bit. We talked even less, until one day in July of 2023, when I messaged her, saying I wanted to cut contact for the time being. I needed to get myself together.

Anyways, for the main thing that fucked with me in this entire thing

One day, in September 2023, I reached out to her. Here, you can just read the texts.

So uh, yeah. She doesn't remember me. How fun, right?

It wasn't even romantic at this point, this person that I cared most about and though about constantly while we didn't talk, doesn't remember me. She forgot. I knew I should've been worried about those fucking memory problems, honestly.

Anyways, that's basically it. I should probably get some sleep now, it's almost 3am as I'm writing this 💔

Goodbye now 👍

ALSO PLEASE IGNORE THE ANNOYING REPETITION 💔

[asena-graywolf]

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Italic texts mean “sign language” dialogs and “texting”

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Unfaithful II

Kuro had practiced quite a bit in sign language in front of the mirror for his speech to you.

She had worked long and hard on how to express that she had finished the song she had prepared for your duet, and that she would always like to sing with you from now on.

The lyrics he made up for the song were actually describing his love for you. Even though you may never hear this song, he wanted more than anything to sing it for you.

Chaine-des-coeurs… you were expressing your feelings that you could not express by speaking to Kuro at that moment, by playing that song with your guitar.

That song you never heard while playing, every time you touched your strings, you had your love for Kuro. You were touching the strings of your guitar as if you were touching Kuro's heart.

You were so excited to spend time after school tomorrow. There was also a music lesson tomorrow. You could also talk about a duet with Kuro.

Kuro volleyball team brought the subject to you while texting in Whatsapp group

"Guys, don't you think we need a manager?"

Yamamoto was the first to answer this question.

“If you're going to bring up that deaf girl again, don't even go there. That girl is just trouble for us. Lemme tell you"

“Y/n may be deaf, we may have difficulty communicating with her, but do you think the whole problem is communicating? She is a good girl and I think she will help us a lot.

I gonna talk with Nekomata coach for this”

“I don't think the coach would take kindly to this situation. We don't have any issues with y/n, we would like to have a manager, but…sorry but Yamamoto is right Kuro,” replied Yaku

“Even though, i gonna talk with him. Let Nekomata coach and y/n decide for the best”

Kuro knew you could be a good manager and wouldn't see your hearing impairment as an obstacle. He believed in you and had full confidence in you

The next day, in music class, you saw Kuro talking to the teacher while you continued to play your guitar in a corner. When he came back to you, you asked him what he was talking to the teacher in sign language.

Kuro replied to you by writing on a piece of paper

I talked to you about the duet we wanted to do. We can give a little concert together. It would be a great activity for other students in the school as well. I want everyone to see your skill

You took out your notebook and wrote the answer to him.

Really? Oh Kuro-kun! You are so sweet. So what did the teacher say?

He wrote it back and showed you

The teacher also supports us. He will set the day for us and let us know. He asked us to find a few songs to sing. Let's work hard together for our concert y/n-chan. I'm sure we will do a great job

You replied by writing it back in your notebook

I believe we can succeed. Did you finish the lyrics of the song?

He showed you the answer he wrote

Yes. It's a special cut for us. I think we should play it as the final cut. We'll meet at the exit. i show you

You wrote your answer on paper

I wonder what you have wrotten.

I'm excited already. Also do you know? My doctor hearing aid. He said I can use it. My father also ordered the best device from abroad. Coming soon and I can hear you lip-reading

Kuro was overjoyed at this news. The possibility that you could hear him, even as a hum, excited him.

You both met after school. Kuro bought you your favorite strawberry sandwich from the grocery store. After getting yourself a snack with two drinks, you went to a place where you can talk comfortably. A place that can be considered a rural area was suitable for you

You started eating the snacks you bought at the grocery store. You thanked him for getting it in sign language.

After eating your meal, Kuro came to the issue he wanted to talk about. He took the piece of paper with the lyrics he finished from his bag and handed it to you.

Look at it. How many nights did I spend on this? How do you think it happened? he said to you in sign language

You studied the words and even though you understood what he really wanted to tell you, you still wanted to hear it clearly from him.

Words…I can't believe it. You wrote it perfectly, Kuro-kun. You're almost like a songwriter

So who made me a songwriter? Or rather, my inspiration?

The gestures he made with his hands while talking to you had changed the rhythm of his heart. Your heart almost stopped with excitement. Your palms were starting to sweat. You felt your face flushing hot.

Why?

My feelings for you are written in that song y/n. I've wanted to tell you for a long time. I thought day and night about how I can express this to you in the most correct way. I finally gathered my courage. i love you y/n

Kuro's sign language rehearsals in front of the mirror had worked. You couldn't remember ever being this happy in your life. While your heart was beating and the feeling of happiness was rushing to all your veins, you couldn't stop a few drops of tears flowing from your eyes.

Kuro's face suddenly changed when he saw you cry

What happened? Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?

Ever since you were little, you hadn't dared to open your mouth and say a word. Because whenever you talked, you could see people laughing at you. You thought the way he spoke sounded strange to them because he couldn't hear his own voice. Since then, instead of speaking, you have decided to express yourself either in sign language or by writing in a notebook.

"No…! I love you too"

Hearing his voice for the first time, Kuro froze as if he had seen a ghost. But the fact that you said it out loud to him made him fall in love with you even more. Because you showed the courage that every deaf person could not show.

I can't believe y/n! You spoke

You're back in sign language

I guess people find it awkward when I talk. Whenever I spoke they would laugh at me. But because I thought you wouldn't judge me, I wanted to say it out loud.

Kuro took your hand, your fingers intertwined with his. He brought his hand to his lips and placed a kiss on it.

Then you took out the notebook. You were too lazy to express what you were about to say in sign language.

My mother took me to the doctor when I was 5 months old. Worried about the abnormally insensitive formation. So much so that I did not respond to any sound. The doctor did a few tests on me and unfortunately that's when they learned the bitter truth. I had permanent hearing loss due to the medication given to me when I was born. That's how I accepted myself and I'm happy with my life. Being deaf is part of who I am. Although it was difficult, I managed to make peace with him. I have never rebelled. I guess now I'm rewarded for making peace with myself. Because now i have you

Kuro turned the page of your notebook. He gently took the pen from her hand and wrote down his answer.

I will be your ear. I will hear everything you cannot hear, every sound. I will listen to all the songs for you. I'll sing the songs you can't sing, I'll sing the lyrics you can't hear. Now you can hear

You were very impressed with your words. You hugged him tight. You rested your head on his chest. Kuro was stunned for a moment, but he wrapped his arms around you tightly. He put his chin on your head. When you felt his warm breath on the top of your head, you knew you were inhaling the scent of your hair. And you inhaled her scent down his neck. It smelled of fresh mint.

You stayed like that for a while. Later, Kuro talked about being a manager for the volleyball team.

The volleyball team needs a manager. And I thought you might be the best fit. We asked many people but no one cared. I will also talk to the coach. If it's okay with you, come be our manager.

But Kuro…I am not a manager to you, but a hindrance. How good can a deaf manager be?

You don't need to understand or hear us. I'll teach you what to do. I think you can learn in a short time. After the training, we will rehearse our songs together with you. What about?

I dunno…

You think. I'll talk to the coach about it tomorrow. i will let you know

But what if I'm ridiculed of your teammates? What if they make fun of me

If they do something like that, i would mess them up. Okay? don't worry.

Alright. Lemme think then

After having your first moments as lovers, Kuro dropped you off at home. He kissed your forehead and nose as he said goodbye to you.

He waited at the door until she saw him enter the house, and then he with a big grin, walked towards the house.

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It will be continue Part 3

[thommi-tomate]

Interview with Harry Kane pt1

By: Kicker

Your first winter break is behind you, Mr. Kane. How was it?

I had a really good time with my family. We were in the Caribbean, which actually felt a bit strange at first. Normally I played soccer. This time I was able to watch all the Premier League games in peace, which was fun - and to be honest, you get used to it quickly. Especially because it was a good opportunity to spend time with my wife and children, who I've rarely seen in the past four months.

How did your ex-colleagues react? You wanted to send a photo ...

Exactly. I sent them a photo of me lying in the sun in the national team's Whatsapp group. That was just before New Year's Eve, when they were all playing (grins). I then wished them good luck for the games - a few of them wished me a happy New Year in return. Knowing full well that they were in the cold and I was in the beautiful Caribbean sun.

The first six months at FC Bayern are over. Have you spent your days off reviewing your start in Munich?

I'm very happy, I have to say. It was my first transfer after a really long time at Tottenham, so I didn't know exactly what to expect. I just believed in myself and my abilities. I knew I would be joining a great team, but I didn't know exactly what to expect and how everything would go. But now I'm totally happy with how I've settled in in Munich and with the team. The few months in the hotel were great, everyone there was really great to me - just like the fans, who are incredibly supportive. All in all, I couldn't have imagined a better start

The first half of the season is not yet over for Bayern because of the catch-up game against Union - and you've already scored over 20 goals in the Bundesliga alone.

That's right. If we were also top of the table, it would be ideal. But Bayer Leverkusen have simply made a strong start to the season. Nevertheless, if someone had told me in August that I would score more than 20 goals by Christmas, I would have signed it immediately. After the first few games, I already had the feeling that we - me and the players around me - could achieve even more if we got to know each other better.

We've been together for a while now and I think we're getting better and better, which was evident in November and December. If we carry on like this, doing more training sessions and games, we'll get even stronger. I hope that I continue to develop, but not just myself, but also the players around me, like Leroy Sané, Jamal Musiala, Kingsley Coman and Serge Gnabry when he's back. So hopefully we'll all have a strong second half of the season.

You've mentioned time and again in recent months that despite scoring so many goals, you still don't see yourself at 100 percent. How close are you now?

Towards the end of the year, I think I was close. I was starting to feel really good. Even though I wasn't living in my house yet, I was starting to feel 100 percent comfortable in the environment and on the training pitch. The winter break was a bit of a break now, it will probably take two or three games to get back into the rhythm. Nevertheless, I feel ready and hope to do even better than in the season so far.

In December, you moved from your hotel in the city center to the former home of Lucas Hernandez. Have you finally arrived in Munich?

I think so. There was so much going on at the beginning, it was all about the job. I got to know a lot of new people and had to get used to the environment. It wasn't so easy when the family wasn't here. Now everyone is here, the children are at school and it's starting to feel like home, which is very important. I'm the type of person who likes to be at home with my family and spend a lot of time with them. It's all new for her too, but I think it's a great experience. My wife has lived in London for most of her life - we're really excited to start this new chapter together

Has your family already settled in?

It's certainly not easy, and you always worry about the children, whether they will enjoy school and make friends. But I'm sure they will. The good thing is that they are at a really good age to learn the language. They are probably faster than me (laughs). I think life is about experiences and for us as a family this is a big step. We're just going to soak it all up and enjoy it.

What about your German?

It's going slowly. It's really difficult for me. I spend two hours a week learning the language. I try to listen when the people around me speak German, to pick up something here and there, but it takes time.

A different culture, different food, a different currency, different traffic, a different league. What do you miss about the island?

That's a really good question ... I'm not someone who misses a lot. I'm someone who moves on and looks forward and not too much into the past. I try to process everything and enjoy being here. Luckily, a lot of people here also speak English, which helps me a lot. That's life: You have a job, a family to look after and so it goes on. As soon as the weather improves, I'm going to find some golf courses and play a few holes while the kids go to school. My life here is getting more and more routine.

What are your favorite spots in Munich?

I haven't been out that much yet, but of course the English Garden is really beautiful. I want to go to the mountains so the kids can ski - and I can watch them. But my favorite spot will probably be a nice golf course (grins).

Your former club, Spurs, missed out on international business for the first time in 13 years. When did you first think about a new challenge abroad? And when did your decision mature?

I focused on helping the team and concentrating on the next game. Of course, we had a difficult season last year, so I didn't want to let that distract me. Normally, you always start weighing up your options at the end of the season. I had one year left on my contract, so I knew there was a possibility of a move and it was just a matter of having a conversation with the Tottenham chairman. If I left, it could be a European club, Bayern was a club that was very present for me. When I took a closer look at the team, I thought it could be a good option for me.

English clubs have also been courting you. Would a move to another Premier League club even be conceivable for you?

You can never say never in football because many things can change. Tottenham was a big part of my life. As a team we had really great moments together, but Bayern Munich was a really good option for me. I wanted to experience something different, I wanted to get to know European football.

[mahesini]

23.12.2024 - arun spoke to MIL

MIL kept calling me so I asked arun to ask her what she wants to speak about. Context - my amma called her when we got back from Canada on Saturday at 10pm (late yes but she forgot), then MIL had plans on Sunday so didn't call back till late last week and amma hasn't called her back since. fairly cause she doesn't want to get upset by what MIL has to say (she has nothing to say apart from we';; speak about this after margazhi )

He didn't say what MIL wanted to say but he said

MIL said she won't call me anymore, that MIL is much older than me and she been trying to mend our rs despite the whatsapp group sini made. i made a whatsapp group named "diffucult in laws' in dec 2023 following the proposal that happened in oct 2023, which they ignored and didn't like that arun did it during the 1 year period of MIL's father death. MIL did invite us to her house and gave gifts in May 2024 but still hasn't told anyone from their side about us let alone the proposal. arun's periamma knows but that's because arun told her earlier in the rs but that's all.

she already told sini why she cant talk about this right now (margzahi, bad month/time to do good things). Which we are ok to not do anything in this month, but the least that can be arranged is when we're going to meet up in Jan post margazhi or for MIL to talk to iyers and see what days work out for a wedding but no she hasn't done that

arun told MIL that we're ok to pay for the wedding and MIL says its not just about us paying, MIL would also need to pay etc

MIL said can't rush 'our' process because of other people's annual leave. "other people'???, neil and g mama along with myself need to sort out our annual leave and yes we would want said "other people" at our wedding so we need to give them in advance notice. it's not rushing, it's called planning...jesus

MIL said we haven't give any guarantees that appa won't somehow turn up at the wedding. yeah so how do you want me to provide that gurantee exactly??

MIL said why do i get upset about her asking where my amma gna live after i move out. whose looking after her own mother? it's her akka, the same periamma that knows about us. so i'm not sure if she is trying to conclude where my amma is going to cause she mentioned she doesn't want either in laws living with us but we're paying the mortgage so we'll decide that

MIL also said arun chose someone himself so he needs to stay strong whislt his parents are still taking time to accept. STILL?? it's been 3 years, and i am about to buy a house with their son in about less than a month's time and they are still processing their acceptance??

arun tells me the last part and i just cut the phone on him, it's so upsetting that even when i'm about to go into a mortgage with him they still need time to figure us out and that they haven't told anyone yet is just so upsetting. MIL says they are having issues with their own businesses/finances etc so they don't have the time whilst they make time for his dad's friend's 50th birthday they just went to. i don't get what they don't have time for but no one is asking them to finance or organise this wedding, i just need to know on what things they want involvement on so i can start planning this wedding.

i can accept just getting legally married to just get it done but i want to provide a happy experience for both neil babiee and amma, that's the whole point of life to choose to live happily especially where you have control over your life.

[ventingontumblissolamebutimworse]

My life.

???, 2023

I'm just thinking about why I couldn't be born normal? Why couldn't I have a normal life? If I wasn't like that, my parents would obviously have accepted us. But no, I had to be born a woman, this gender shit that has been fucked up by society since the beginning of its existence and I don't even feel like a fucking woman. I was never a woman, since I was a child I hated "girly" things because I felt "weak" and pathetic. In addition to my enormous jealousy and desire to have everything that boys had. Their freedom and happiness.

I always wanted to be a boy, and now that I can, my parents simply turn their backs on me saying "it will pass" and that I should "give it time"... What will pass, bro? My desire to want to "unplug" myself? To "turn myself off"? I should have done that when I was 10 years old, but no, I was a fucking cowardly, idiotic and stupid child who thought about how my friends would feel when they received the news that I had turned myself off.

How I thought my grandmother (the most homophobic and transphobic person I know after my brother) could even have a heart attack and die after seeing me dead. All this just because I couldn't have a normal fucking life. Is this because of some huge shit I did in a past life? Is that it? Because all this shit only means that I was one of the people who supported the mustache guy in that shit of his there, because it's not possible to have so many problems in my life.

Scoliosis, anxiety, depression (which has already "passed"), labyrinthitis, social phobia, persecution mania, trauma from older men and male intimate parts, abuse trauma, phobia of being observed, I also have problems staring at the face of someone who is not someone I trust. There is only shit in my life, for fuck's sake. IN ADDITION to the fact that I have suffered since I was 11 years old pretending that a person who I was proud to be related to, who I was proud to have learned almost everything I know from him, who I considered my favorite in the family simply did such a big shit to me that it gave me nightmares when I finally realized that this was not something normal, that this was not something a cousin should do to his younger cousin.

I'm disgusted, both by him and by myself. I hate myself. I'm disgusted by my body. I'm disgusted by my thighs, my belly, my private parts. I'm disgusted by everything that has to do with something sexual/attractive about my body. I simply don't have another word to explain what I feel for myself other than pure DISGUST. I'm disgusted by the parts he touched me. I'm disgusted by the parts he looked at. I'm disgusted by myself for being so naive, and for having "given myself" to him in that way...

I was blind. I thought, "Oh, if someone comes to abuse me, I'll know it's abuse and I'll fight back." "Oh, if someone wants to force me to do something I don't want to do, I'll say no and fight back if they try anyway." ... It wasn't like that. Not at all like that. I don't have depression anymore, I don't want to try to kill myself anymore, even though I still find the idea quite appealing. If I weren't a coward, I would have been dead a long time ago. And I'm still a coward for preferring to write my rant in a WhatsApp group that only has me instead of talking to my parents about all of this, or even to a psychologist.

I am a coward, disgusting, horrible, idiot, immature, childish and worst of all, naive... If I were given the choice of being able to die without feeling any kind of remorse for leaving the people I love "alone" in the world, I would accept it without even thinking twice. Or a pill that would let me jump to the part/event of my life that I want, making my consciousness jump to that part, but my body continue to act the same way I would normally act.

I would choose to jump to the moment of my death while I left my body on autopilot, living as I would live, but without knowing what happened. Because I would have jumped to the moment of my death. My mind would be dead, but my body would not. At least that way the people I love would not be sad about the loss, because they would not even know that they had actually lost me. I just wanted to be dead.

[stokesy55]

I love that idea of mitchy and vk arguing over who got destroyed more, it's gold 😂😂 can we extend that to all the omegas in cricket? they have a whatsapp group where they keep complaining about how possessive all their alphas are, but then it goes into an argument about whose alpha is the most possessive and rough 😂 also jossy's endgame is definitely joey, even though joey is a beta. and i think you have finny as a beta too? so the omegas who're mated to alphas, like vk and mitchy keep teasing jos and stu for missing out on the sheer power of a possessive alpha. 🤪 also if it comes to tattletaling, vk is the one who gets totally bullied by the other omegas, because he has more instances of past escapades than the rest of them put together 😂

this is a normal day in the group:

stu: 😭

starcy: why does every conversation on this group start with crying? 🙄

marn: oh look, stu's crying again, what's new? 🙄

jos: what happened??

stu: you know very well what happened 😭

vk: wait what's going on?

stu: which one of you bitches told finny that jimmy cuddles me to sleep on tours? it's only because i have trouble sleeping alone! we're only friends! i can't even feel my legs anymore 😭

vk: oh stop moaning stu, finny's just a beta! trust me, you'd be having a much harder time if he was alpha.

mark: seconded. speaking from experience here 😮‍💨

jos: hey i won't stand for this beta slander! they can get just as possessive as alphas! you've never seen how joey gets, have you?

marnus: what lies! please have you even met steve? i didn't get a wink of sleep on my wedding night, iykwim 😏😳

starcy: have you seen alyssa in one of her moods? 🥵 i think my throat was sore for the entire next week after the last time.

marky: please, neither joe, steve nor alyssa have got anything on my benny 😏 i couldn't even get out of bed after he found out about my ex-boyfriend.

vk: please, but pat takes the cake. i'm actually surprised at myself for not buying myself a walking cane yet! we've been married for 10 years now, and I'm sure ive spent at least 7 of those limping. 😭

marn: you're such a drama queen 🙄

vk: and don't even try to argue with me on this. i used to sleep with joey, benny, finny, and steve before, and i know how they are. none of them are even half as possessive as pat.

starcy: you haven't been with alyssa tho...

vk: well, never say never... ;)

stu: *screenshot* (it's a ss of the current conversation which he sent to patty 🤭)

vk: you told him?! i was kidding!

jos: 😂😂😂😂

marn: 🤣

vk: you asshole!

stu: good luck coz yours is about to get wrecked 🤣

vk: im flying back to india before he comes home, i have a match next week guys 😭😭😭

*next day*

vk: 😭

stu: *screenshot of headphones* you owe me a pair of this, vk, i could hear you screaming over in england!

marn: steve and i are his neighbours. imagine what we went through 🥲

vk: *screenshot of a wheelchair* you owe me this stu, i don't think I'll be able to move for the rest of my life 😫

stu: 😆😆😆😆

jos: lol should i send over some cushions too?

vk: you better. you have no idea how sore my bum is 😭

starcy: you deserve it for implying you would sleep with my alpha

vk: im sorry okay! there was no need to permanently cripple me over a joke!

mark: stop being dramatic vk, I've been through worse with ben!

vk: shut the fuck up, pat literally almost broke my hips yesterday. i don't think anything can be worse than that. i used to fuck ben before, and unlike with pat, i could at least get up from his bed 🙄😒

marky: want me to tell pat again?

vk: don't you dare.

marky: *screenshot* too late. 🤣🤣🤣

stu: omg you actually did it.

marn: wtf mate i didn't sleep yesterday. now my morning is ruined too 😭

vk: why do you hate me so much?! 😩

(lol im sorry, this got away from me 😭🤭)

Ahahahahhah - this is a very funny idea 😂

Mayhaps a one shot spin off in the future 😘

[unhingedwomandiaries]

Want my old job back? Do I look like I've had a complete mental breakdown? What kind of absolute melon would willingly skip back into that beige purgatory of back-stabbing middle managers whose main talent seems to be pissing all over everyone else's parade?

My ex-"colleagues" (and yeah, those air quotes are doing heavy lifting) had all the moral fiber of a pound shop chocolate bar left in the sun. They're the sort who'd see you drowning and chuck you a concrete life ring, then toddle off to the break room to spread rumors about how Sharon from Accounts is definitely having it off with the coffee machine repair bloke.

And don't get me started on the managers – those brown-nosing berks in their TK Maxx suits hanging crooked like they got dressed in the dark. Just because they've memorized some LinkedIn posts about "maximizing human capital" doesn't give them license to treat us peasants like we're some forgotten Tamagotchi from the '90s. Have a word with yourself, mate.

But here's the kicker – apparently I'm the problem! According to my ex-mate (whose opinion I now value about as much as a broken kettle), I should've known my place. Sure, everyone who got promoted spent half their life having smoke breaks, but they had fancy degrees, didn't they? Meanwhile, there's me, stuck doing SAP programming like some digital house elf, because apparently my Bachelor's degree might as well have been printed on loo roll.

Oh, and get this – I'm "antisocial" because I didn't fancy spending my evenings in some grotty Wetherspoons, pretending to care about x from IT's latest DIY disaster. Sorry I didn't want to watch you lot get plastered on cheap pinot grigio while moaning about your kids! And apparently, my crime of actually caring about the clients and doing more than the bare minimum was some sort of cardinal sin. Heaven forbid someone actually takes pride in their work!

They reckon I was "overpaid" for my "mid-level work" – rich coming from a bunch who couldn't organize a piss-up in a brewery without forming three committees and a focus group first. And now they've got some poor sod doing my job for peanuts, probably making them turn their camera off during Zoom calls so no one can see them crying into their Pot Noodle.

But here's the best bit – I'm "welcome to apply" for my old job back! Yeah, and I'm welcome to stick my head in a woodchipper, but surprisingly, neither option appeals. They suggested that next time (ha!) I should "have a better personality" and "be a team player outside of work." Because apparently, being good at your job means nothing if you're not down the pub every Thursday, participating in the office's unofficial drinking Olympics.

Stick in the mud, am I? Well, I'd rather be stuck in mud than floating in whatever cesspit of corporate backstabbing they're swimming in. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to write an angry letter to Walkers about their pathetic excuse for crisp packet sealing. At least that'll be more productive than another bloomin' team building exercise.

P.S. If anyone from my old work is reading this – yes, the "chit-chat area" of the work chat was still inappropriate, you absolute muppets. Just because you label the bin "optional toxic waste" doesn't make it okay to dump nuclear materials in it, does it?

P.P.S. Here's word for word what my old boss actually said about me in a work Whatsapp group, "She's so ugly. There’s some stuff that needs to be said.

She was valued in her position. However, what she always fails to mention is that everyone who got promoted NEEDED to be. Her role was purely programming and project management-based, she was the only person doing her job and had nothing really to do with the role of the other 17 members of the team. It didn’t make sense to promote her in the way those others were promoted. She didn't know half of what those employees do, but claims she did (a lie). Yes, those people smoked, but she was also entitled to breaks. It was brought up by her manager (me); and she just never took them. Also, 4 hours smoke break is an exaggeration, x. The MD of the company wouldn't allow employees to take the mick with smoke breaks—she knows that and you should too, x. They also were vastly more experienced in the job, had knowledge, and were able to communicate with everyone both in their team and the wider company. Those people who got promotions, yes, they weren't perfect people, but they knew their stuff and were approachable. They were my friends and they went to the pub every week with us as a team. They went above and beyond outside of work. She never went out once with us. She's not a team player. I don't even think she can drink more than one beer.

Yes, there were times where they'd have fun and have jokes because being part of a team includes getting along with the people you work with. Sorry if she thought those jokes were inappropriate. She needs to get a grip and loosen up. Uptight American is what she is. When work needed to get done, it got done. That's why the company that paid her wages approved the promotions. It wasn’t just an internal thing.

She was also overpaid for the job role she did, and the company that ultimately paid her wouldn't put out more money because they didn’t want to. That sucks, yes. No need to moan about it. Moaning insinuates that she is slating us. That's lawyer up time and she knows that so she should shut her mouth.

She's more than welcome to apply for your job back, or even any other role, but maybe next time be the bigger person."

[dorefasolsido]

40.

Do you ever wonder how Atheist people raise their kids?

I mean, just normal? I was raised by an atheist and an agnostic, I guess the only difference is that they never really taught me about religion whatsoever, so when I was asked in school which faith I identify with, I had no idea what to say. But they never told me I can't read the Bible if I wanted to (only read part of the kids' one tho), and we still celebrated Christmas and Easter like everyone else. Tbh, hearing about some people's experiences with growing up in religious households, I'm glad mine wasn't like that.

If you’re atheist, would you raise you kids believing in God or not?

I'm more of an agnostic, but if I ever had kids (which I don't want to), I'd raise them like my parents raised me. They can explore on their own, I can answer some questions, and that's it. I won't push anything onto them, especially not something I don't really believe in either.

How long does it usually take you to finish answering a survey?

Depends, I'm done with some in ten minutes, others in half an hour or more.

Do you spell it gray or grey?

Usually grey, but depends if I'm using American or British spelling.

If you make surveys, how do you decide about its title?

I don't.

When are you going back to school?

I'm done with school.

If you don’t go to school anymore, what do you do?

I work, attend German classes, deal with the crushing reality of everyday existence. As everyone else.

Do you care about other people’s status messages?

Hmmm where? I can only check those now on WhatsApp, and yes, I do that. I'm too nosey not to.

Do you like reading self help books?

Nah, it's just not for me.

What is your opinion on sex change?

Those who want it should go for it, I'm glad such options exist for trans people.

Do you think that this will take away the essence of gay pride?

I have no clue what this means, tbh, but the answer is probably no.

What do you do when you tell a really bad joke?

I laugh at myself and give myself a highfive while others all sigh and groan.

If you’re still a virgin, how important is your virginity to you?

It's not important and I think the whole concept and discussion around it is stupid. Like, I'd just get rid of that whole idea entirely. It seriously fucked with my head when a gynecologist reacted like I'm some mythical creature just because I'm over 20 and have never had sex with a man. I'm still dealing with that shame sometimes, and I'm not even attracted to men like that.

If you have lost it already, do you regret it?

As I said, it doesn't mean anything to me, so no, I wouldn't regret it. But tbh, I can't see myself in that situation, being ace and all.

Do you believe in marriage? Why or why not?

Well I mean sure, but I don't personally see that much of a point. I guess there are financial benefits and so on, but ehhh, I don't know.

Do you like having a huge group of friends or would you rather have few close friends?

A few close friends.

Do you have any goals for this summer? If so, what are they?

Summer is far away, but I'd like to travel somewhere, I guess.

Or do you plan on getting a summer job? Or do you already have one?

I have a job--not just a summer one.

If so, where do you work and what do you do?

Content writing and translating.

Do you watch the TV Show Skins? If so, who’s your favorite character?

I don't.

And which generation do you prefer? Or do you equally love both?

Refer to the above.

Do you know someone who still typpe thiszz wayy?

Has anyone ever typed that way?

Would you take a break after graduating from high school (like, postpone going to college for a year or so)?

Well I didn't--it's not exactly a common thing to do here, but I think it's not bad. Like, if you can afford it, why not travel a bit before college?

Do you feel tired after stretching?

Not normally.

Can you get a strike at bowling?

I did a few times. Beginner's luck!

Do you use Facebook? If so, what is your favorite application there?

I don't use it anymore.

It seems like everyone’s addicted to Twitter these days - are you?

Nope. I'm barely ever on there.

[ventaway]

you know what i'll never forget?

i was working in the restaurant, and i had a girl that worked with me there, she was really beautiful and i thought that immediately all the guys would want to be with her and i was right, so i took like a step down i didn't really want to be friends with her because she looked shallow to me, just some beautiful girl, but also i did cause she looked fun, after a few weeks, i got chosen. she walked up to me and said : hey, we should hang out. and i felt it was fishy as hell. haa now you are interested in me? when a month and more i was just a shadow. it was weird but i was like... okay you want to - im flowing with it.

so from that on, she would tell me things, and talk to me in shifts and stay with me to talk even though she's late to things, make me feel like i'm important, and i would say to myself- ha that's a friend. i have a new friend. she invited me to her birthday gathering, i felt very honored. but then she started to disappear, i would text and she would text when it's convenient. for her. or she wouldn't text at all, in march she went for a family visit for a month or like.. 3 weeks, i would ask her how is she, she sometimes wouldn't answer or just say one sentence and a photo and that's it. not conversation. so i got pissed. i was that month in the hospital in the emergency room- nothing serious but i wrote it in our whatsapp group - didn't respond or cared, she wouldn't ask me for one time how i am or just answer fuckin' texts. she would ignore everything i noticed it before, she would text us - hey girls want to go shopping tomorrow? we would all say yes, she wouldn't answer or what she did - she wrote on 12. am - oh sorry i have an appointment i can't move. and i was pissed. we had a holiday she would text- hey want to go to a party? i would say yes and then she would disappear cause she just didn't want to go with me. i hated that so when she came back from her family visit i was on shift with her and she saw i was being cold to her - wow she just didn't know how to take it she walked up to me - hey i thought you would be happier to see me and i was just like.. wowwwwwww i told her - yeah you know what.. there's things we need to talk about.

and then she was nervous, didn't know how to talk to me and asked me if i wanted to go to a party with her and i was just like yeah maybe. and then i saw her after the shift talking with one of her friends so fuck you. i still watch her stories and it makes me mad. mad as hell. and i always will remember that she said to me once - if i want something in that second i know i can get it. and she meant that if she wants to have coffee with someone - she would always have that person. so i was a game for her in that time being and even though she knows it or not deep down that that what she's doing to people it makes me angry. people don't treat people like that and she wants to work with kids. all the people that learning education and psychology are the dumbest people i've ever met.

[shinra-makonoid]

Hi again. I now have a date at the end of September. I've informed myself plenty before, but now with it so close I'm getting doubts again. Is that normal? I've talked with the trans men in my WhatsApp group and every one of them seems to have the phalloplasty as end goal, not meta. And I heard that it is possible to have phalloplasty without meta, but I always thought majority still would do that step as it is easier for the surgeon and not as complex then. After talking to them and hearing their explanations that they want to do it despite the risks to feel "complete" made me question if being content with meta is achievable after all.

Because sure having a phallo is nice but I don't want this complicated surgery with potential heavy complications (necrosis). Because to "have it functioning" also a sort of pump would be necessary, which some also do. But like in this group the complication rates were incredibly low. (16 already had phallo of 34) The worst complications they had were fistula. And they were easily fixed. Which on one hand makes me reconsider if maybe phallo would be an option after all, but on the other hand I could be the bad 1% with complications. (I know I know ones own physical condition plays the biggest role but still). I know you are also not keen about it, but did you have moments you reconsidered it?

And after meta a phalloplasty would still be possible, so I don't need to decide now.

But it kind of surprised me that no one other from this group decided for themselves that meta could be enough to be content. Or what is says about me when I think I could be content with that.

Some of them explained their reasoning with wanting to finally be with their partner in a sexual way. And this would be important for me as well, but ... Idk. I had the experience that women (that I met on average not generalizing) are more open for "ambiguity" down there than men, as they usually (also just my experience) prefer someone who had bottom surgery (even if not fully functional). So I get wanting to have options. But one of them explained his reasoning like he was solely doing this or rather primarily doing this because he wanted his future girlfriend to feel like she's with a real man.

And even though that is the ideal, I don't want to make considerations for my decisions for some partner that I haven't even met yet. Do you think that is reasonable?

Like I'm already scared about this surgery. It is a hysterectomy, colpectomy and meteidoioplasty. And part of why I wanted to do it in "one go" is because if that operation is over I would be "complete" for me. But now talking with them made me feel bad about my decision.

Only one trans man I talked to shared my thoughts. He is right now content with just having mastectomy and hysterectomy and no further bottom surgery. But he knows he never wants phalloplasty because of the risks and he is maybe considering meta.

Idk maybe it's just the group I'm in who have this idea that you need to have it all to be a real guy. They never say it right out like this to be clear. Even those I shared my thoughts with said they think I should to the meta and then review again how I feel about everything/ If I'm content and that they're sure that trans men can be content with meta and they are just as valid. But it's just so surprising that so few have meta as their end goal.

Sorry for this long post. I need advice and consolation :/

I know you are also not keen about it, but did you have moments you reconsidered it?

Yeah I did and still do but I won't do it because of the possible issues and I'd be too scared of losing my ability to have sexual pleasure, on top of issues with surgeries and grafts in general. But that's personal. At the same time, I'd love to be able to really be sexual with partners without any care in the world for my bottom part. I'm stuck in the middle, but I don't have to decide now, and I don't have to decide ever either actually.

Do you think that is reasonable?

In my opinion, it's your body, you should do whatever feels comfortable with your own body. Not for anyone or anything else than yourself.

You shouldn't do phalloplasty yet if that's not something you want. As you said, once you got meta you can then proceed to get phallo if you happen to change your mind, which can happen, but it shouldn't be because you're made to be feeling like "you're not a real man" if you don't have it, you know? Meta is fine, it's probably the best option honestly today, it's functional and safe. You have time to decide what you want next. If that's not enough, you'll have option, but you don't have to decide to get to that option yet today.

Also it's normal to doubt and get scared once you get the date for surgery, you're anxious about what's coming up. Let it go, everything will be fine, surgeons will take care of you, and they know how to do their job. But if you're worried, again please seek your surgeons or family doctor to talk about it to them, as they might have opinions and thoughts that are better than mines in that regards.

I hope this helps.

[tonitoewyn]

Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!

Tagged by @kyuhu, thanks! I haven't seen one of these in forever

What book are you currently reading?

"My pen is the wing of a bird - New Fiction by Afghan Women", a short story collection (because I can't focus on anything longer than 5 pages atm)

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

There was a documentary about a secred dance group in Iran in an artsy movie theater in my town, but I forgot what it's called. Rips your heart out, tho.

What do you usually wear?

I fell into the dark academia trap - its brown pants and white dress shirts. Or grey jeans and black shirts.

How tall are you?

167 cm

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? 

Cancer, and not that I know of.

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

Technically the name I use everywhere including professional contexts is a nickname so where even is the line.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

I'm not sure what I wanted to be, but I don't think I knew that my current job exists :D

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

I'm not, this year has included turning a few people down because everyone lives fucking far away

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I'm good at talking when my brain is awake and make an absolute ass of myself when it's not??? I first surprise myself with my own wit and then my stupidity

Dogs or cats?

Both

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

I did a few cool uni projects this year, I'm not sure that counts. The funniest thing I wrote is a whatsapp message to a friend after I almost send a fanfiction link to my boss on accident (meant to send a work-related link, other tab was tumblr). Imagine your research assistant sends you a link and it's a gay tumblr romcom about literal countries. I cried

What’s something you would like to create content for?

There is this thing I do where I think about fandoms I'm technically not in anymore (Hetalia) and then I go on tumblr and message the resulting headcanons to someone (Kyuhu) and that is the extend of my content creation. Maybe at some point I post them myself, who knows.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? 

Travel plans! Last year I discovered that I actually am able to travel and have been obsessed since

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

A class I'm taking right now?? I re-build my whole schedule to be able to take it and it's just. bad.

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

Writing fucking hilarious anecdotes in whatsapp messages.

Are you religious?     

I consider myself someone with faith but without belief :D If that makes sense

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

Free time

I tag @bisexual-yuuri and @julianandsandy just to say hi :D

[eusuntgratie]

Nobody knows about Dylan's secret Instagram account. bilinski420 is anonymous with a generic Stiles headshot he found on his phone as its profile pic and a blank bio. He doodles around on Instagram, checking up on what everyone's doing, following a few fan pages, seeing what the latest rumours are, actively liking everything Taylor Swift has ever posted, and oh -

Well, there's Hoechlin.

For a man who doesn't post much content of himself, there sure is more than enough being posted about him. Dylan's feed is a mess of Swiftie conspiracy theories and his former co-star, in various states of undress and with various degrees of chest hair.

It's been ten years and Dylan still feels like that awkward nineteen year old who looked at Hoechlin and wanted.

He still wants, is the thing. A teenage crush it may have been, but it's matured like fine wine, into something shockingly undeniable.

He double taps another post to like it and scrolls down.

And nearly swallows his tongue.

He's used to Hoechlin's chest, the ridiculous muscles and the way they'd grease him up for Teen Wolf, but they'd always made him wax, at least until season four and they'd barely shared any scenes so it wasn't like Dylan had been able to just... perve on the scenery.

But this is a... gym selfie? A shirtless gym selfie. And indecently short shorts. Hoechlin's smiling like he's proud of himself, and damn right, he should be, because - guh.

Dylan doesn't reply to posts. He likes them and moves on. But. But - oh, what the hell, he's anonymous and he's only human.

bilinkski420 commented SIR.

He doesn't think anything more of it as he closes out of the app (not before screenshotting it, not that the fans will ever let that post disappear from memory). He gets off in the shower to thoughts of running fingers through coarse black chest hair, rubbing his cheek against wiry thighs and - and it's fine, it's fine. Maybe he needs to get laid, but it's fine.

He goes to bed, and really, that should be the end of it.

Spoiler alert: it's not.

His phone pings at some god awful hour which can only mean disaster. He groans and reaches for it and blinking bleary eyes tries to unlock it.

He has a WhatsApp message from Hoechlin.

Fuck. Okay, they do talk, but mostly in the group chat. Their last private conversation is dated three months ago.

Hoech: I saw you liked my post.

Dylan's stomach does something he didn't know it could do, sort of flips and sinks in on itself all at once.

He hates whoever came up with the idea for read receipts, and then sees Hoechlin's typing again.

Hoech: I liked the comment you left too.

Which - this has to be a cruel prank. Dylan stares at his phone. Then stares at it some more. Hoechlin is still online, waiting. Dylan doesn't dare tap out a single message.

An image comes through.

It's Hoechlin sprawled out on his bed, wearing nothing but his stupid I'm-very-manly-I-workout underwear, which just makes his thighs look obscene, actually, and Hoechlin's looking at the camera like he's looking into Dylan's soul and oh god.

Hoech: Yeah?

Dylan bites his bottom lip. Yeah, he types back hesitantly, and sends it.

A video call starts ringing through. He answers, still half asleep, adrenaline and excitement warring inside of him.

Hoechlin's face pops up at a slightly awkward angle and he's so him that Dylan can't help but smile. He's terrified, but Hoechlin puts him at ease. That smile. It could launch a thousand ships.

"Hey Dyl," Hoechlin says. "Sorry, I forgot it was early for you."

"It's okay," Dylan says. "How - how did you know?"

He needs to know. Hoechlin's beautiful and smart and funny, but he's not like, a detective, right? There's no way he could have known one anonymous account was Dylan.

"MTV never released the photo you're using as your profile pic. You asked for it. Said it made your nose look cute, which, it does. But it's not on Google. Everything's on Google, Dyl, but not that. It's okay," Hoechlin says, eyes scanning Dylan's face, looking for what? Hurt? Anger? Fear? "It's really okay. I'm not upset. Kinda flattered. Kinda wondering - been wondering for a while, actually. Whether you meant it. The likes, and then - well," Hoechlin chuckles. "Your comment. Felt kinda like maybe you had some feelings about the photo."

"I did, I mean, I do," Dylan says. "God, I do." He closes his eyes, and then opens them again. "If I was a fan, I'd be the kind of fan you should be crossing the street to avoid, and possibly calling the cops too. I'm pretty obsessed with you. Hoech, you're - you know. You have to know. Don't make me spell out how perfect you are this early in the morning. I'm compromised."

"I'm compromised too," Hoechlin says, and Dylan tries to breathe. It feels like his lungs are too tight. "Been trying to get you out of my head for years. Thought I could get it out of my system, but I can't. You're in there. Want to touch you. Just - think about it sometimes and don't know why we never tried that. Seems like we should have."

"You wanted that? Want that?" Dylan whispers. Hoechlin tilts his head. God, he's so perfect.

"Really do," Hoechlin replies.

"Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me," Dylan says. "How quick can you get on a plane?"

"Not quick enough, but I could make it work, if you wanted me to," Hoechlin says.

"Please," Dylan isn't above begging, so he begs.

"Please?" Hoechlin teases.

"Please, sir," Dylan says, and watches Hoechlin's eyes go dark even through the shitty resolution of the camera.

"I'll look at flights," Hoechlin says.

"Okay," Dylan says, disbelieving.

"Means I need to hang up the call now though," Hoechlin points out. He absently runs a hand up his chest and Dylan follows the movement.

"Is this real?" Dylan asks, and Hoechlin chuckles, face going all squinty and adorable.

"Yeah, baby, I think it is," Hoechlin says.

"You should go - flights, and that."

"See you soon," Hoechlin says, and the screen goes back to their conversation. Dylan, ridiculously, misses him.

Twenty minutes later, Hoechlin sends through a screenshot of a ticket confirmation. It leaves in an hour.

This is real.

Dylan can't quite believe it.

His phone shows a notification that Hoechlin has added a new Instagram story. He taps through to it.

It's just text, white on a blue background:

Ever think you're about to have a really good day?

Dylan smiles, and taps out a reply.

Yeah.

It gets marked as read.

(And yeah, he has a really, really good day.)

🥰😍🥰😍🥰😍

this is?!? So wonderful? The chest hair thirst? GYM SELFIE?!? THIGH THIRST? so much thirst but so sweet? Ahhhhhhhh

THANK YOU HOBRIEN ANON 💜💜💜

[sillyrabbit81]

Syverson & Vixen

Summary: Captain Syverson retires from the Army and takes an extended vacation. He wasn't planning on falling in love.

Pairing: Sy and OFC

Word Count: approx 2k

Warnings: swearing (future chapters will have smut and recreational drinking, smoking, drug use, violence, attempted sexual assault and minor character death.)

Authors Note: I'm very nervous posting this to Tumblr. I have posted it on other platforms, I don't know why Im so nervous. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my version of Sy. I enjoyed writing him.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

Part 2

Part 1

Syverson

God damn, sand gets everywhere.

I thought I liked beaches. I used to enjoy beaches. Now I hate sand, and beaches suck.

The wind off the ocean was nice, though. I laid down on my towel under the hot sun and let it dry me.

"How goods the surf?" Softy asked. 

I'd spent enough time with Softy to know that what he means is the surf is great. Since I don't surf and don't know jack about it, I just grunted in reply and kept working on my tan.

"You're gonna burn, mate." Softy said.

"You talk too much, Softy," I said, but I got up anyway. I tried to flick the sand off the towel and ended up covering myself in more God damn sand.

"I'm just looking out for you. You're not gonna pull a root if you look like a lobster." He had a point. I needed to get laid. It had been too long.

We tried to rinse the sand off at the outdoor shower, but there was so much of it on the ground that it didn't work. I put my flip flops on, and we walked back to Softy's place.

I met Softy in Iraq. He was Australian Army, and we did a few missions with them. They were good, well-trained soldiers and Softy and I bonded over Lynyrd Skynyrd. We kept in touch through WhatsApp group chats and Instagram. Mostly by sending gross-out pics, porn and memes, so although we have been friends for years, I didn't know him well.

I should have just found my own place, but Softy wouldn't hear of it. He said he had a spare bedroom and would be insulted if I didn't stay for a few weeks. When he said he lived five minutes from the beach, I agreed. I thought I liked beaches.

"We still going to that party at your girl's place?" I asked before I changed.

"Yeah, mate."

"You know I hate parties."

"Well, you've got two choices. One, come to my girlfriend's party where she's invited all her single friends, and they invited all of theirs. A party where I guarantee the girls will be lining up for a taste of the US Special Forces experience. Or two, you can stay home and have Mrs Palmer shows you a good time."

"I'm going. I'd rather go to a bar, is all." There was no way I could go much longer without getting laid. It had been months. It didn't bother me if I went months without sex on deployment because I had other things on my mind. Once I had taken my retirement, though, it was all I could think about.

"Pub, you want to go to a pub. A bar is a place in the pub you get the beers or an establishment that caters exclusively for wankers." Softy explained for the fifth time.

"Right," I said. "I want to go to a pub."

"Well, you're either an alco or a creep if you go to a pub by yourself, mate, so since I'm not going to the pub, you've got no choice, do you?" Softy said, grinning.

I had a proper shower, even giving my short hair and beard a good scrub. I got dressed in some boots, jeans and a black t-shirt. It was a hot afternoon, but I wasn't ready to embrace the board shorts that most of the guys around here seemed to wear. I had a quick look in the mirror and realised Softy was right. I could already tell I had burned. "Fuck."

I went out to see Softy and ask him which girls would be up for a good time. Having some names ahead of time should speed up the process. 

"Depends, on what level of difficulty you want, mate."

"Give me the options."

"Righto. Well, Level One, Easy. You've got Chrissie. There probably isn't a guy at the party she hasn't fucked."

"Including you?" I asked.

"Including me."

That surprised me. I thought girls were more territorial than that. "While you were with Jess? Why is she invited then?"

"Nah, back in high school before Jess and I got together. If she's there alone, she will go home with you. Hell, even if she's there with someone, she might go home with you. It's happened before." She sounds like more trouble than she's worth. "From all reports, though, she's a terrible lay. I wasn't gonna judge her on our high school root, but apparently, she hasn't gotten any better. She's a starfish."

That didn't sound appealing. I prefer a girl who at least appears like she's into it. "Level Two then?"

"You've got more options. I reckon Vanessa or Sammie. Both are keen for a root but more choosy than Chrissie. I hear they are both decent lays too. They're both pretty cool girls, good fun. I'd go for Vanessa personally, but both are a bit of alright."

"Vanessa or Sammie. Got it."

"Wanna hear about Level 3: Hard Mode?" His face says I do.

"Go on then," I said, giving him a grin.

"Jess's best mate and roommate, Vix."

I made a face. "What kind of name is Vix?"

"Her name is Victoria." Softy said. His grin tells me there is more to it than that.

"Why is she hard mode? She a prude or something?"

"Nah, mate, not at all. I've seen her lingerie hanging on the clothesline. Wink, Wink." Softy is grinning like a mad man.

"So why is she Level 3?"

"All us boys have been trying to get into her pants since high school. Not one of us got close. Oh, I tell a lie. Robbo made out with her earlier this summer, but that's it."

"Does she date?"

"Yeah, just never any of our guys."

"Is she a bitch?"

"Nah, she's awesome. She's almost one of the boys, stays at parties till the sun comes up, doesn't get offended by our shit, even joins in. She's come to strip clubs with us, got lap dances and everything." She was starting to sound interesting.

"Is she gay?"

"Nah, I think she likes to look at girls but is into men. Jess swears she's not gay. Plus, she's only taken boyfriends to parties before, never girls."

"Is she good-looking?"

Softy shrugged. "Yeah, but she's got a look. If you don't like the look, you won't like her. But all the boys think she's hot." Softy laughed, "you're gonna go for Level Three, aren't ya?"

"You know I love a challenge," I replied with a grin.

Victoria

I looked at myself in the mirror again. Pretty good. It was too hot for anything better. I would have preferred to leave my hair down, but it was too thick. I reapplied my lipstick and put some more powder on my nose. It was just too hot for more make up than that and eyeliner.

I went into the backyard to help Jess. She was struggling to empty a bag of ice into the esky. I helped her.

"You should have waited for Peter," I told her, already feeling like I would start sweating again.

"But the ice will melt."

"Just put the bag in the esky and get Pete to do it when he gets here," I said, exasperated. She was anxious already.

"Yeah, you're right. I want Pete to have a good party and not have to do anything."

"It's fine, Jess. Just cause it's his birthday doesn't mean he's suddenly a child. Asking him to put ice in an esky isn't exactly difficult. You can ask his Seppo mate if you don't want to ask him."

"But I haven't even met him yet. I can't ask him to help out when he's a guest." Jess was wringing her hands. Literally. She's the only person I know who does that. I thought it was a made-up thing that sounded good in books until I saw her do it.

"Ask one of the other boys to do it then. Come on, Jess, don't get worked up. Let's get those salads sorted." Jess stressed less when her mind was occupied.

I started chopping up the cabbage for a coleslaw. Jess kept giving glancing over at me like she had something to say and didn't know how to say it. "What?" I asked her, getting fed up.

"You know Pete wanted to set you and Sy up," Jess said, trying to sound bored. I knew that tone. She was trying to work out how I would feel about it.

"Oh yeah? What makes Pete think I'd be interested in one of his meathead mates?"

"'Cause you like meatheads," Jess said, amused. She wasn't wrong.

"I am capable of finding my own hookups," I said, annoyed.

"I know. That's why I told him not to do anything." Jess was lying.

"Jess, if this guy is coming tonight thinking I'm his date or something..."

"I told you we didn't set you up. Pete just thinks you'll like each other."

The doorbell rang. Jess jumped, anxious again. I sighed, "I'm done with the cabbage. Start on the carrot, ok? I'll get the door."

It was the entertainment. I let the DJ/Karaoke guy in. Our whole group was really into Karaoke. We always had Karaoke at birthday parties, and we always sang Khe Sanh last. We all got really into it. We used to even make up routines for songs a few years ago. We didn't do that much anymore. The only exception to that was Stop by Spice Girls.

Our group was made up of Jess and Pete, who had dated since leaving school, Chrissie, Robbo, Yobbo, Mikey and myself. Others had joined throughout the years, and now about 15 of us were regulars at our get-togethers, plus another 20 or so who were coming tonight. It was a great mix of people, but it was falling apart in some ways. Mikey's misses Leanne, she had a kid last year, so they didn't come around as often. They would be coming to this party because it was Pete's birthday. I was looking forward to seeing little Milo again.

I helped Jason, the DJ, set up then told Jess I would sort the yard out. I took out all the plastic chairs and put them in small groups. I brought out the ashtrays and garbage bins. I tested the fairy lights and found one of them was busted. I sighed and looked down at my black peep-toe shoes and wondered if it was a smart idea to climb onto a chair to take them down.

I decided it wasn't, and I didn't want to fall and flash the DJ. My underwear didn't cover much. I wanted to leave it to Pete to fix when he got here, but Jess had freaked out about him filling eskies. Fuck it. I would have to do it.

I went and got one of those small Ikea step stools and pliers and climbed up. I barely reached.

I worked through the lights, cutting each of the ties until I had reached the last one. It was higher than the others because, of course, it was. My arms were tired, and I was groaning with effort as I tried to reach it. My dress had hitched up pretty high, and I hoped I wasn't flashing the DJ.

I would have to ask Pete to put the replacement lights up. This was ridiculous.

I stood on my toes on the top of the stool and reached up as high as I could. I wasn't quite lined up enough, so I shuffled to the left, and just I got it. I snipped off the cable tie. 

"Yes!" I shouted in victory. "Gotcha, you fucker." I said to the tie.

I heard a deep chuckle from behind me. "My, my, my. That's some colourful language, Darlin'," an amused voice drawled. Only one person could sound like that.

Fuck.

Part 2

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