#I'm sorry this is so aggressive i realize that some people still dont know but im VERY frustrated by the response here

[what-do-bunyips-look-like]

This crab day thing has gotten so frustrating so fast. The person who suggested it is an anti-abortion anti-feminist right wing christian transphobe. Many of the people spreading additional posts and info are ALSO anti-abortion right wing christian transphobes. Seriously. Start clicking their blogs when you see these posts. Search "abortion" and "feminism" and "trans" and "gender" and "groomer." This is really easy to confirm. But people don't give a shit because "crabs fun." okay.

And its not like people aren't aware of it at this point. Search "crab day" on tumblr and a good chunk of the results are asks saying "hey btw crab day was started by a transphobe/right wing christian." and most of those people have responded with something along the lines of "Um okay but like its a good idea though??? You guys can't even collaborate with conservatives for like a second to achieve a political goal? UGH this is why nothing ever gets done 🙄." or "Um okay but like that post had nothing to do with their political beliefs. so like its fine lol. Crab fun." Or "oh no omg im so sorry thats so gross i deleted the post but im still gonna keep reblogging all the other posts by the conservative transphobic anti abortion right wing christians whos blogs i wont check because we need to save tumblr!!!!"

Let me make this really fucking clear for those who don't get it: it doesn't matter if the post is not about their political beliefs. You and all your mutuals are reblogging them. You are making it easier for them to network and find each other. You are bringing them new followers, a bigger audience, a bigger platform and a bigger pool of people who will spread their oh so relatable non-political posts. Which will bring in more followers. And some of those new followers are going to be young dumbasses who are going to see all their posts about "groomers" and "mutilation" and the evils of porn and the horrors of abortion and how feminism actually harms women and do i need to tell you how that story ends?

You are showing that "crab fun" is way more important to you than the safety of trans tumblr users. You are giving them a bigger platform and a wider net with which to potentially harm trans people. By saying that you're not going to let their political beliefs ruin your fun, you're making it very clear that trans people are less important than your fun. And you're making it VERY fucking clear that you'd RATHER tumblr become a safe and welcoming place for anti-feminist anti-abortion right wing transphobes than give up fun crab.

You are showing that your need to throw money at a corporation is more important to you than trans tumblr users. I get where you are coming from. I do. You want tumblr to keep existing. I want tumblr to keep existing. I also want the other trans people who use this fucking platform to keep existing because frankly, they are the only reason i'm here. and if they aren't safe here and if you will throw us away just to keep tumblr shambling along a little longer then I have no fucking interest in tumblr.

"Okay but we need to save tumblr uwu!!!!" Look I'm just some dumbass and I don't know shit (and to be PERFECTLY honest, so are you), but I think this is a little more complicated than "if we raise enough money we can save the school/family farm/community centre/(insert cozy heartwarming thing that needs to be saved)!" As other smarter people have said, tumblr is operating at a yearly $30 million deficit. Thats $30 million just to break even. For one year. not become profitable. Its not a bail them out once and its all good forever situation. Tumblr is not a small message board run by volunteers who actually use donations to stay afloat. They are not a non-profit. They are not running a pledge drive. Throwing money at a corporation does not a nonprofit make. It makes you a consumer.

Your response to "tumblr making bad changes" is "give them money for making the bad changes to show that we don't like bad changes!! A reverse boycott'll show 'em!!" You sure about that??? (And some of you are calling this """""unionizing?"""" Put that word back on the shelf.) You don't know what you're doing and you're not listening to the smarter people who have tried to explain it to you. And once again, you're showing that this half baked scheme is more important to you than trans tumblr users. because crab fun.

And @everyone whos clambering over each other to "collaborate with conservatives for a good cause," we already fucking know that you love to do this shit. You are the same people who will say "yeah but theres bad people on both sides!!!" and who wont give up your Harry Potter or your Chick-Fil-A. You will throw us under the bus the SECOND it gets you something you want. Even something as stupid and small as pickle brine or a shitty videogame or fucking "crab day." And guess what. The second all your "shared goals" are accomplished and the conservatives get what they want FROM YOU??? You're going straight under that bus too.

And also, isn't it maybe a little hmmmm. SUSPICIOUS that CONSERVATIVE CHRISTIANS want to throw money at the site that we've been bitching and screaming at for how unfairly it censors any display of queer sexuality????? They don't have the same problems with tumblr that you do. You think that collaborating with THEM is gonna stop that? Gonna get the porn ban reversed? Gonna turn tumblr into a co-op? Gonna "unionize this bitch?" Hello????

If you must. MUST participate in this because crab oh so fun and tumblr is oh so in need of saving then for the LOVE of FUCK make your OWN POST and STOP PLATFORMING THESE PEOPLE. i don't want to hear "Oh but its a good idea it doesn't matter if a bad person came up with it separate art from the artist lol" if you're not MAKING AN ACTUAL EFFORT TO EXCLUDE THEM FROM THIS. BLOCK THEM. CHECK THEIR BLOGS. BLACKLIST THEIR URLS. ITS EASY.

and then maybe go give your $3 to an actual non-profit. or to an actual leftist independent organization. Or wikipedia. Or inaturalist. Or to one of the many hyperspecific message boards out there who are struggling along on donations from like 5 people. Or maybe, maybe, give your fucking $3 to an abortion fund or to a trans person's go fund me so they can buy food. Or to a womens shelter or a fucking homeless person or to any of the other people who anti-abotion anti-feminist right wing christian transphobes want to stop existing.

My partner is afraid to leave the house alone because people with these exact same political beliefs are in power. People are getting their HRT ripped away from them because people with these exact same political beliefs are in power. People are being forced to give birth because people with these exact same political beliefs are in power. Every day I'm ready to get the news that the state my partner is in is no longer safe and we have to figure out an escape plan. These people do REAL HARM in the REAL WORLD and their beliefs are, tbh, way more fucking insidious and mainstream and tolerated than those of TERFs.

But fun crabs are more important. okay.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

This is my first time ever requesting SMTH OML IM SWEATIN 😟 BUT I WANTED TO HAVE MY FIRST REQUEST BE TOWARDS YOU CAUSE UR WRITING IS SO GOOD AND BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN LIKE THE EMOTION UR ABLE TO CONVEY JUST THROUGH WORDS IS CRAZY N ADDICTIVELY DELICIOUS NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES IT HURTS MY SOUL ANYWAY MOVING ON (i love ur writing sm its so artistic)

this is so akward but like a reader who grew up around family members who'd get RLLY drunk n made her home super uncomfortable for her so like it's like a sensitive thing when she's around intoxicated people yk like n one day bill shows up late from a party pretty messed up n is kinda acting like an asshole lowkey aggressive LIKE ANGSTY YK UR AMAZING AT THAT n then the next morning bill wakes up hung over without reader in bed next to him confused n finally remembers n how royally fucked he is n hes like super apologetic

THATS ALL I GOT BUT UM IF U DONT FEEL COMFY WRITING IT I TOTALLY GET IT LIKE IGNORE THIS DELETE THIS DW, BUT IF YOU DO THANK YOU IN ADVANCE IYLSM

(this Lowkey sucks ass and I'm so sorry for making you wait this long for this piece of shit writing I wrote, jut I still hope you enjoy it and I'm so glad you like my works and my writing!)

Drunk & Sober Mistakes

Bill woke up with a pounding in his head, groaning as he flipped over onto his stomach. He reached for the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of water.

He drank from it like he was dehydrated for ten years, feeling like he was as he savored the feeling of it pouring down his throat.

"(Name)...?" Bill called out, his voice raspy and scratchy as he woke up, trying to see you.

Bill looked up confused when he got no response, looking around from the bed as best he could.

Bill groaned as he got up, almost stumbling as he made it to his feet and to the bathroom, desperately trying to get the taste out his mouth.

He brushed his teeth, almost gagging at the taste of the toothpaste with throw up in his mouth.

Bill finally has time to mull over everything, everything in small blurs except that he knew that he got drunk.

He came home, and for some reason felt in a bad mood, and unfortunately you were there as well, so you got some backlash.

Bill felt like hitting himself, especially as it came back in an almost tidal wave that he remembered everything.

Your family has problems with drinking, getting so drunk to the point of making you uncomfortable.

Bill promised to never do that to you, but now?

Bill felt the throw up coming back up as he realized he had broken that promise, and your trust.

Something Bill vowed to never do to you

As he did so, he heard the front door open and shut as soon as he heard it. Bill sighed, knowing it was you just from the sound of your footsteps.

Knowing he has to face you, and full of shame, he walks out of the bathroom to see you collecting stuff off the floor he had either knocked down, or dropped.

Watching you do so as he leaned against the doorframe only made him even more guilty.

You knew he was there from the burning and the feeling all over your body, but you chose to ignore him, feeling as he deserves it for what he has done last night.

At your silence and watching you trying to fix the bed, Bill sighed.

"I'm sorry, babe." Bill finally spoke up, looking as you stopped your movement, listening as he stepped closer, staying a little ways away as he didn't want to make you even more uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry for getting drunk. I…I didn't think I would get that bad." Bill sighed once more, walking closer to you as he heard you sigh as well, about to shrug him off.

"It's fine-"

"No, it's not. I fucked up. I'm sorry." Bill apologized once more, looking as you shook your head as he stood right behind you. Bill wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to put his chin on your shoulders.

"I'm sorry…" Bill repeated, kissing your cheek in light kisses as he heard you sigh, moving the hands to softly sit on his, so soft and quiet it was like you wouldn't notice your hands unless you spoke up about them.

"Just- just don't do it again…" you mumbled, looking over your shoulder slightly to see his face close to yours, a frown almost permanent on his.

"I promise you, I won't ever do it again." Bill reassured, pecking your lips softly once as he rubbed his thumb over your waist.

"...You were being a real asshole." You said, actually meaning it and thinking he deserves to hear it. Bill sighed, nodding softly as he knew he was.

Bill thought about something for a moment, to at least try and make it a little more better before he finally found it.

"...wanna smack me?" Bill offered quickly, getting a pause from you as you finally turned around to look at him.

"What?" You couldn't help but laugh at the suggestion, Bill smiling as he finally got a smile out of you.

"To make it better!" Bill laughed along, smiling as he put his hands on your hips.

"No!" You shook your head, objecting like he was crazy but he was smiling at the sound of your laughter.

"Come on, just one smack." Bill tried once more, tickling your sides softly as you playfully scoffed and moved his hands.

"Is this a new kink you're trying out?" You joked, Bill falling silent as he gave you a funny look.

You both gave each other little smirks, amused before you both bursted out laughing.

Bill chuckled, grabbing your arm and bringing you into a hug as you kept on giggling.

He rubbed your back, your arms and kissed your head.

"I'm sorry, again."

"It's fine…just promise to not do it again?" You mumbled out, smiling up at him from his chest as he chuckled, immediately nodding.

"I promise I won't ever do it again. Sticking to soda from now on, huh?" Bill asked, his hands on your waist now with yours around his.

"You most definitely are." You smiled back, scrunching up your nose as he leaned down and almost touched his nose with yours, still smiling.

"Well, got a soda cop here now, huh?"

"Yup, ass."

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[alexislifesblog]

Will you be my muse? Nanami x Y/n

Part one 630 words

Author note : Hey guys :), its my first time posting any sort of writing so bear with me . I wanted this to be a slow burn so buckle up !! Let me know if you want other people from any fandom bc i watch everything like obx and regular shows . DONT COPY !!!!! ‘’Can you be my muse? ‘’ His POV  She is like a star, in many ways. She lights up the room with only her voice. Her harmonic voice slid off her tongue with ease. Her voice always came off matter-factly, making everyone quiet down and listen. It was like she spoke a different language from the rest of the world. One derived by kings and queens. Her effortless fashion made her stand out. Her curly hair was always in a formation that made it seem like she woke up. And the worst part of it all was that I did not even know her name. My heart yearned for her. My head tense up at just a mere look at her. She was tantalizing but also a stranger. I know we have mutual friends but still. I look at her from a distance, admiring her from afar. Wondering what we could be if I had come up to her. I snap out of my trance as I realize she is coming my way  Her POV  Study Study Study. That has been on my mind all week due to finals for all my upcoming classes. I walk into the lecture hall. The sound of my heels clicking on the ground draws everyone to look at me. I spot the face of a new student. My friends told me that his name is Kento Nanami, the name has been rushing in and out of my head all week long when I should be focusing on school... You know, the stuff that matters. As I walk down the aisle my eyes continue to zero in on him. His perfect hazel eyes and neat sleek hair with a bang are getting in the way of his vision. Cute… Why not just come up and sit next to him? What's the worst that could happen?  ‘’ Hey, may I sit here? Some guys stole my seat “‘ I say while pouting my glossy bottom lip. My gel nails tapping at the seat right next to him. ‘’ Yea sure ‘’ His voice had a husky timbre. One reminiscent of waves crashing into rocks.  ‘’ So…. What's your name? ‘’ I ask a question that I already know the answer to.  ‘’ My name is Kento Nanami . What's your name ?‘’ He says with a kind smile that instantly makes my heart warm. The sun from the window pours into his eyes. His hints of green and orange remind me of a woodsy forest. I fall into them and it seems like I have known him for an eternity… ‘’My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you Kento! ‘’ I beamed while reaching out my hand. As we shake hands I feel his callus ones rub mine. The electricity from our palms teased my brain. My heart beckons to know more about this mysterious man. I need to know him. I cannot go on with my life until we become more. I walk around the desk to sit. Putting everything on my desk. Camera, Notebook, Air pods, Lipgloss. I aggressively dump my whole bag onto my desk. I forgot one of the most important items. I forgot my pencil case. ‘’ Im a dumbass ‘’ I say under my breath.  I hear someone snicker on teh right side of me. I see the boy smirking at me trying to hold in a laugh.  ‘’I'm sorry is this funny to you .?!’’  “‘ Kinda..Why don’t you just have one of mine  “‘  ‘’ OMG! Thanks, you are  a lifesaver ‘’  He hands me one of his perfectly sharpened pencils. ‘’Any time, you can keep it ‘’  I quickly grab the pencil and sit down in my seat as I realize my photography professor has walked into the classroom.  RING RING RING  Class has started

STAY TUNED FOR NEXT ONEE

[knightofhylia]

On the topic of oppositional sexism, y'all the witchcraft community is RIFE with it.

My partner and I are both trans masc magic users and it's very hard to find a place where we fit in. We have both been on testosterone for a few years and he has had top surgery so it's not like we aren't """ passing """. Still ended up getting misgendered by a (and I quote) "Divine feminine embodiment guidess, creatrix for the celestial sisterhood who runs women's retreats and red tents"

I can't imagine that this woman has good opinions on trans people if 'guide' and 'creator' are too masculine. Just feels like Wombyn all over again. Anytime I see "Divine Feminine" and "Divine Masculine" being used I move along because I know it's a short step from divine genders to transphobia. There's no issue with wanting to be more in touch with your femininity but you're going to have to realize that in the end it is the BALANCE of energies that is important. We use indica and sativa as descriptors instead, find whatever works for you.

When I first started looking into magic stuff there was the distinction that "witches were women, warlocks were men" and I feel like that hasn't changed that much in a grand scheme. I DO see other masc practitioners but we get pushed aside and seen as aggressive or "low vibes". Same with the "all women are born with magic" "we are the granddaughters of the witches you couldn't burn" rhetoric. I've seen Tumblr bios that were public fuck yous to all the men in the bible but devoted to Lilith (which seems to be common. People who don't do their research about basic gender definitely dont do their research on antisemitism and cultural appropriation). like ok, how am I supposed to feel about that as a man that you don't believe any man in the bible had significance it was all women? Sorry Jesus, should've been Josephina.

It just goes to show how much people ARENT doing shadow work. Okay so you've peeked behind the veil and saw that we are all stardust and dirt and nothing and everything is real and STILL want to seperate us by our genitals?? If masculinity is too scary for you then redefine what masculine is because THATS where the magic comes from. Not period blood or ovaries but our abilities as humans to shape our reality. Nonbinary people have BEEN holy in other societies and yet you just erase their entire existance. Good luck manifesting some human decency.

btw I will just block any haters comments I don't care. If you have something you want to debate about this post go say it to your #girlboss first I'm too busy corrupting the astral with my barren womb and hairy boobs.

WE DONT NEED ANYMORE SEPERATION AND HATE IN THIS WORLD YALL DO YOUR SHADOW WORK

[weebnotheree]

♥ Tbhk x M! Reader ♥♡ Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun ♡ CH4(pt3)

First Pov

¨What, now the locker doors are gone?!¨ Yashiro said after her and Aoi ran to see what happened.

¨Who would do something like this?¨ A male student questions.

'Is all of it related?' Yashiro thought in her head nervously worried.

Something was lurking nearby watching.

[something hits the watering can out of Aoi's hand]

¨eh?!¨yashiro says smiling, tilting her head.

[freaking out noises]¨EHh, I'm sorry nene I swear I didn't mean to something knocked my hand!!¨ ｡･ﾟﾟ*Σ(>△<)*ﾟﾟ･｡

¨Im not upset[scales start showing] I thought it was pretty funn- EH?!¨(||@△@,.) AAHHHhhh[WAit! Where are you going?!! - Aoi called out]hhhhhhhh!!!!!!

[Out of breath][Hanako's hakujoudai floating above her] ¨That could have been really bad. [looks at her hand]I can't imagine what anyone would say if they saw these. I was trying to get out so fast I didn't realize I ran into the old building. [Hanako's hakujoudai nudges Yashiro's head]¨Hey what're you doing!?¨[she looks behind her for a couple of seconds]. . .¨Uhh, I'm gonna go. But first I have to tone down these gross scales I need to find something to dry them with. Huh?¨[towel appears][sparkles around her]¨Its like you heard me! Thank you! I'm sorry to whoever dropped this I promise it's for a good cause.¨As she says the last part she looks over to see other things on the floor.

-Small Time Skip-

She looks between a door and a curtain(?) to see a tall purple figure. The purple figure looked at her with its one then circles it freaking her out. [scared noises from her] As she saw its eye move got scared and fell backward. The tall purple thing grew multiple arms and one grabbed her by her leg. ¨Dont hurt me, please!!¨She cried out. ¨ץ๏ย รคฬ ยร.¨ It said as it toward over her. {¨It's important that you never look directly at yousei¨} Then multiple eyes showed, looking at her and it was now a big glob-like creature that was towering over her. {¨Becasue in the instant you do,¨} All of the hands started coming at her at a fast speed, she screamed and covered herself for waiting for the impact and then...

¨Scatter them Hakijoudai!¨ Hanako commanded his orb(don't know what that move is)making it fly fast at the purple creature hitting it. Yashiro was still on the floor covering her head and now letting go of it as Hanako speaks. The monster cracked and was now falling in slow motion.

¨Between boys and apparitions I can't tell who you choose to embarrass yourself over more.¨ He says while walking over to her. Crouching down in front of her resting his elbow on his leg and placing his hand on his cheek. ¨What is the deal? Did you forget the fact that you can still die?.. Well?~¨ he said looking at her. 

Her eyes were teary, with some tears, also falling down her cheeks looking at him. . ¨Hanako i.....¨'I needed him to save me...again.' She thought as something pink hit her on the top of the head and fell to the floor. ¨Ow!¨ She said. They both look at what had hit her, it was now laying on the floor. ¨What are these?¨ ¨They're Mokke. But people here call them Yousei.¨ They were all lined in a row looking at both of them with puppy eyes.

¨Theve always lived around humans. They're known for stealing things and pulling little pranks." He said after Yashiro started poking one of them. ¨Theyre nothing like that terrifying monster from earlier. They're so cute.¨[still poking one] ¨¢นt it ໐นt.¨ it softly whispered. ¨Theyre shapeshifters. When they feel threatened or are about to attack they'll cluster together the way you first saw them. Normally they aren't aggressive and don't attack humans.¨Hanako explained. ¨Wₑ ₙₑᵥₑᵣ wₐₙₜₑd ₜₒ ₖᵢₗₗ ₐₙyₒₙₑ ₑᵢₜₕₑᵣ..bᵤₜ ₒᵤᵣ ₛₜₒᵣy ᵢₛ dᵢffₑᵣₑₙₜ ₙₒw ᵢₜ cₕₐₙgₑ wᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₐₛₖᵢₙg ᵤₛ¨ the same one said. ¨ᵂᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃʸ¨ Another little said. ¨What story?¨Yashiro asks.

¨The rumors ɧųɱąŋʂ share..¨ An unknown voice said, which sounded familiar to Hanako. So he looks over [also yashiro] to see who it was and sees.....his best friend..m/n. His eyes started to water. His smile turned into a frown with some tears. M/n was holding one of the Mokke giving it one of his pocky. One was on top of his head. And another was on his shoulder. 

¨Oh! You're are that boy apparition I met yesterday! The 8th wonder.¨ Yashiro said with a LITTle tint of blush.

¨eighth wonder..? What do you mean...eighth..?¨ Hanako quietly asks but m/n heard.

¨Apparitions aren't able to go against the rumors that they are created about them. So even as humans exaggerate and alter the story, apparitions have no choice but to act accordingly. Those who don't align with their folklore will eventually vanish from the world entirely.¨ M/n said. Some were coming to him looking at him and he knew what they wanted, so he shared. ¨Like disappear..?¨ She asks as some of them eat out of a bag of candy.

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Nuuuuu I don't wanna stop, but it's past time for me to get off so.......

♡♡ I Hope you enjoyed! Bye, my mini dumplings! ♡♡

[queencherryberry]

So I had wrote this like back in late January early February. It’s unfinished. I want to thank @sunnyfleur23 for giving me the courage and motivation to post it. It’s my first fic ever.

Just encase, I’ll throw on an 18+ warning. And so people can peer into my insight for the story; Drew’s face looks like this:

And the rest of him looks like this:

Setting is like a midevil Scotland.

Also, story is like a semi-self insert. I tried writing it in a different pov. Was written on my phone.

Faith hit the Scotsman in the chest in frustration.

"Im....I'm sorry. Im....it's just you frustrate me. What am I to you? You picked me off the street when my parents kicked me out. You gave me shelter and kept me hidden from your parents for 3 years. Now your telling me that you're betrothed? When were you going to tell me? Or was your plan to kick me out when she found out? Answer me!"

"Lass, calm down. I only agreed to marry her to keep this farm. Other than that I dont..." drew said before being cut off by a hard slap to the face. He clenched his jaw. "Now look here lass, someone else already has my attention and whether or not she realizes it, I'm not letting her go." He said turning his head back in Faith's direction. Anger and something else dark settled in his face and his blue eyes.

Faith realized that as soon as her hand connected with his cheek she screwed up. Her face dropped from anger to panic. She made eye contact with him and saw the look in the giant man's eyes. "I'm....I'm sorry drew. I didn't mean it...I was just...mmmmh...." she was cut off when drew grabbed her face roughly and kissed her aggressively. Without resisting she melted into the kiss. It was needy, sloppy, and lit a fire inside her. Her feelings for the Scotsman came rushing forward. She wrapped her arms around his neck melting into the kiss.

Drew pressed himself closer to her tiny frame. He then lifted her off the ground and felt her legs wrap around his torso. He started kissing her harder and headed straight to his room. When he finally broke the kiss for air he waisted no time in throwing her on his bed and taking his shirt off. He then climbed up her body and went to work at her neck. He left love bites and nipped at her exposed neck. He growled against her neck when she lightly dug her nails into his shoulders. He lowered his growing crotch between her legs.

Was this cheating? Probably. But Drew didn't really care since the other woman he was betrothed to he didn't really love. This was his one shot with Faith and he didn't want to blow it. Her tiny frame fit perfectly against his large one. He skimmed his fingers down her leg till he reached just right before her knee. He roughly grabbed her leg but carefully picked it up and set it around his waist.

"Tell me lass, why you're so jealous all of a sudden? You can't stand me, you argue over everything and you're about to get some sense rocked into you one way or another. Now lay still.... or are you going to put a fight?" He said sitting up on his knees still holding her leg. His other hand worked on freeing his slacks.

Faith raised herself on her elbows to look him in the face. It was true she did have feelings for the Scotsman but wasn't going to confess them to him. She just wanted tear him to shreds at the moment. "Fuck you!" She screamed at him before lunging at him and locking lips with him again. She hungrily kissed him choosing fighting for control in this argument. If you even wanted to call it that at this point. She herself untied the strings of her top and let it fall to her shoulders. She intertwined her fingers in his long dark brown hair. She greedily bit his bottom lip wanting in. He wouldn't let her though. He moved his hands up to her hips then up her arms to finish taking off her shirt. He wanted her to know that he was the one in control. He broke from the kiss again, "So it's a fight you're looking for lass...." he slid a hand up her body and lightly grabbed her throat and smirked. "I'll show you a fight then but I guarantee I'll win. But I will say, not very wise of you to wear just a shirt today." He licked his bottom lip and applied a little more pressure into his grip.

She gasped when his hand enclosed around her neck. She settled back on her heels. She suddenly had become aware of her exposed body to him. She went to go cover herself but he stopped her. "We're this far darling, do you want to continue or stop?" Drew asked. He let his grip go and rested his hand on her collar bone. He ran his thumb over it. He searched her face for an answer.

[silverrstarrr]

◇Headcanons of modern AU of Eren.

Warning: weed, drugs, nsfw(this comes when he hit high-school/university)

Primary school-Middle school ‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿‿

• Im sorry but Eren seems like the kid who was musty as hell.

• The kids around him would ask, "who's musty bro?" And then they'll sniff everyone and say its Eren. But I mean, they're only kids and they're not so big on hygiene.

• When people would accused him of being the one who's musty, he'll be so pissed off and get defensive. "what the HELL?! I'm not the one who stinks.😡"  just imagine how aggressive he sounds.

• Eren later on realizes he stinks and doesn't want to be made fun- starts putting on deodorant, yk yk.

• In middle school, he was pretty popular but he didn't know it. Despite his little anger issues at times, he's really sweet and outgoing and pleaseee don't get me started on his little smileeee. Most likely girls fell for his smile.

• Most likely he used to the term "the boys 🥶❗🤙" during middle school as well 😭 Especially when like girls wanted to hang out with him or he'll tell his mom this when she wanted him to do something.

• He really liked hanging out with Mikasa and Armin. I feel as if they would go to parks and find things, bugs, watch animals etc. Mikasa would tag along as a supervisor lmao.

OKAY TIME FOR HIGH SCHOOL EREN

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• During his freshman year, he was not popular at all. I feel as if he stayed with Mikasa and Armin a lot- he didn't really talk to a lot of people. Cause yk, freshman new people new things but Jean and the others(I feel like Connie and sasha would be popular for being stupid asf 😭)  kinda got them popular

• Later on he gets really popular and a bunch of girls start talking to him. I feel as if he's a flirt but doesn't realize it until he sees you all flustered or smiling a lot.

• Most definitely he started smoking in his Junior year of high school.

• Eren would smoke weed, vape, hit blunts, I don't think he's the type to eat edibles a lot. But maybe there's a test, he'll pop one right before. He would do gravity bings blunts and glass bongs and he would roll his blunts himself and occasionally buy them wrapped.Most people knows he smokes. He's not the best with keeping it down-low, especially when he's smoking with Jean.

• His smoke circle? Most definitely, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Annie, and Armin. Mikasa would just be there yk.

• Eren is greedy with his weed, it depends on the person for him to share. Most likely he'll share with you ;)

• Eren most DEFINITELY flirts with you when he's high, he'll get really close to your face and would be smiling like an idiot- flattering you with compliments.

• Jean finds this annoying and would flirt with you before Eren could(just to piss him off).

• If you're a beginner, he'll purposely give you a fat ass blunt and laugh his ass while he sees you cough for 5 minutes.

• OR he'll give you an edible(that has a high dosage) and watch you complain about it not hitting. "Eren, are you sure this works? I don't rea—" bam it hits and you end up tripping up the stairs while eren is just Busting up laughing cause he's high asf too.

• Maybe you're experienced? Eren would smoke with you alllll the time. Or he'll invite you to smoke with Armin and them.

• He blows smoke in your face.

• He's the type of get horny when he smokes, so he may get touchy with you. But doesn't get any further cause, I mean PEOPLE ARE AROUND?? LOOL.

UNIVERSITY EREN.

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• Still smokes. I forgot to mention this but I dont think Eren is that smart? Don't get me wrong, when he puts his mind to it- work hard, he can get things done and pretty well. But he doesn't get things right on the first try/time like Armin and Mikasa does. He'll need a little bit more explaining to.

• Some how got into the same university with the rest of the gang

• HE GOES TO PARTIESSS, LIKE PARTIESSS.

• He's not a light drinker but I feel as if he'll be too busy making out with girls than putting his lips on a red cup, drinking up.

• Most of the time, he'll approach you if he never seen you before. Or maybe he's seen you once or twice on campus and wants to slide in ykk.

• When you guys meet, most likely he's slightly high.

• You guys hit off automatically, he's just naturally charming and he's attractive.

• Maybe after when you guys get to know each other more, he'll ask to come over to your dorm.

• This can 1 or 2 ways, y'all just have fun or you guys make out and fuck.

• Half of the time when he comes over, he' smoking in your dorm.  Of course he asks if he cans but you allow him to.

• As I said before, when he's high- he's hella touchy and horny. So be prepare for him coming up behind you, grabbing your waist and kissing all over your neck. Leaving small hickies here and there.

• He most definitely convinced you to get LD lights.

• Eren thinks it sets the mood and plus he likes it when he smokes(most likely they're on red duhh).

• He also plays music in the back as he's smoking in your room. It's not too loud, you guys are able to hear each other talk at least. (He'll play chill RnB, or chase Atlantic, blackbear, Brent faiyaz, Travis Scott, Don Tolliver. But I see him listening to chase Atlantic mostly. )

• Depends on if you smoke or not, Eren would make out with you with smoke in his mouth. He thinks its hot and it is

• Eren would like for you to sit on his lap, (facing him or not)

• His hand slips under your shirt and start playing with your breasts. In response you start grinding against his cock, which he'll end up moaning in your ear and BOOYYY WOULD THAT GET YOU HYPED UP.

• 9/10 you'll end up topping him because he gets needy.

• When he's coming down from his high, he wants to cuddle with you or have your fingers running through his hair. He'll get bitchy if you stop.

SORRY IF THIS IS SO LONG, I LOVE THIS MAN TOO MUCH.

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Bonus:

• You know how LD lights bring in bugs right? You'll be yelling for him to kill it and he does but what he does next?😭 he'll grab a tissue clean it up the corpse and chase you around with the dead bug.

• for me, I know my ass would run and be yelling for him to stop and most likely he'll mock you: "eren stooopp"

[homeofhousechickens]

I'm based in the UK and am considering chickens for the near future but am still in the research phase! I have multiple questions I would like to ask if that is okay? (Obviously feel free to ignore if not!)

Do you know much about the Light Sussex? Everything I read about them makes them seem like the perfect duel purpose bird but I don't know anyone who has had personal interactions! Would you recommend a different breed at all?

Do you know of any resources that would be helpful? I basically want a small number of birds for eggs and meat but that has lead me with many questions (e.g. how would feed differ, would housing be different.)

Relating to question 2: If I bred chickens and ended up with multiple males, can they be housed together? Would there be extra considerations?

Are there any products or advice you would/would not recommend for a first time chicken keeper?

I'm gonna stop there because I feel like I've swamped you with questions (sorry!!) - Your blog is one of my favourites and I definitely appreciate your time!

This is alot so forgive me i forget something haha

Light Sussex are good birds, most sussex are. I definitely see them as a good beginner chicken since they are pretty docile and well mannered. They arent known for any health issues besides the ones associated with chicken obesity as this breed does tend to become overweight so you may need to mindful of that. It is a dual purpose bird after all.

As for resources i highly suggest looking for some beginners poultry books online (sadly i dont have any to recommend as its been awhile) and to join the facebook chicken groups based in your area. The people giving you the best advice on coops and feed are going to be people in your area and i highly encourage beginners to become a part of a chicken community as there is also people willing to mentor and give tips. Looking at research papers on chicken behavior,enrichment, and nutrition can give you a good idea on whats facts and whats someone opinion.

A word of warning though. EVERYONE who has chickens is going to have a STRONG opinion on whats the "right way" to do it, even those people in beginner poultry books. The big secret is that there is no one right way that works best for everyone and everyone is going to have their own quirks and stuff when it comes to their birds. Its up to you to decide what you want for your birds

Now if your decide to breed you could make a bachelor pen for your guys especially if you were selecting for roosters who are not bird aggressive. Though my suggestion would be to eat any birds who you dont want to keep. Good quality Sussex are phenomenal dual purpose birds which means they are good for raising for both meat and eggs. So if you get roosters you do not want you could easily just raise them for your table.

As for products i recommend staying away from heat bulb because they are a huge fire risk that most people dont realize. Chick brooder heat plates are much safer for everyone involved.

If anything the biggest purchase you should make is a nice big well ventilated predator proof coop. Coops should always be bigger then what you plan for so your birds have roomy and comfortable living arrangements

[iapislazuli]

If you're taking open advice, and keep in mind I'm a trans woman so I'm not the be all end all here: I'd just say bite the bullet and use the wrong pronouns, referring to him by his last name. To me, stepping around the issue like that is sorta, like... it feels like the character doesn't Exist before the transition because that is Incorrect, which is a weird and, like. Very fandom precious way of writing it, if that makes sense? Sorry if this is aggressive, just my own two cents.

no, i totally understand what you’re saying. I want lanque to be.. very unambiguously trans in my writing. such as in the jade car rewrite, the implication was that marvus could tell lanque is a trans guy, because he doesn’t pass (theres many reasons for this in The Lore, but i rambled enough here already lol). but this doesn’t affect how the other characters see him. he’s still a dude, and it’d be preposterous to try and deny that. lynera knew he was trans (and not daraya) because lanque had made it very clear to the other jadebloods that he is a guy and wouldn’t accept being called anything else. it doesn’t matter if he doesnt fit what people traditionally assosicate with masculinity, if you can’t accept that he’s a man then its your problem, not his. the other jadebloods understand this and respect it. he’s lanque, he’s a guy, it’s impossible for them to imagine him as anything else. so because of this, lynera assumed if daraya were also trans, they’d make a similar declaration. which they never did because theyre much shyer than lanque, and lynera never picked up on the context clues due to her being bad at reading people. daraya’s emotionally padlocked like a motherfucker, so they just kinda gritted their teeth and angrily tolerated it until bronya (who is much better at reading others) finally corrected lynera. 

i think that doing “theyve always known” stuff about trans characters can feel kinda... frustrating, especially when it’s the only trans journey people ever want to portray in fandom. i can understand why.. showing pre-transition characters can be a really muddy and messy process that isn’t always comfortable for everyone to think about. and i can respect the desire to not want to hurt others, of course. i think trans people can represent themselves however theyd like. and i know some people do realize theyre trans at a really young age, but a lot of trans people dont! a lot of the most formative parts of my life happened when i was being called a different name and pronouns. and i’m not really socially out yet, so they still do!! it’s why i portray daraya as in a weird, middle state where theyre not quite out but not quite closeted either. so like, for me, if i were forewarned that a character appears in a story as their pre-transition self, that wouldn’t be upsetting to me, but it still might be a little weird. and i know it might be upsetting to some people..... SO I DUNNO!! sorry this got really long and rambly lol. i can say so much about the jadebloods and Gender just like in general

[s-and-n-writes]

scarred, broken, and mended

summary: She felt the weight of the ring on the string around her neck and could feel her scars.

No, she thought, not wanting to get lost in the memories, not now. I can do this later. 

So she plastered on a smile, tied an apron, and started frosting some cupcakes.

That night, she allowed herself to feel, and cried herself to sleep, plagued by nightmares of black leather and a feral grin.

pairing: jason todd x marinette dupain cheng, red hood x ladybug, red hood x multimouse

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warnings:

trigger warnings, abuse, mentions of abuse, angst, evil! adrien

a/n: Maribat Jasonette Fic. violence and bullying. there might be another tw but i don't know. the possible tw will start at ~~ and end at ~~. the definite tw will start from the first word and end at ~:~.normal intro notes. i'm s of s and n. also this is going to be angsty for a long time. also I've never read the comics or watched the movies for batman but i've read almost every maribat fic so plz come at me. thank u

Crack .

Marinette sunk down against the wall, holding her, now broken, wrist. Tears were streaming down her face as she held in a sob.

“Stop bullying Lila, you filthy bitch! God, why was I ever friends with you,” Alya whisper-yelled at her. They were in an empty classroom after school ended and nobody was around. Still, Alya took care to be quiet. Lila was standing behind her, complete with fake tear tracks and a massive smirk.

As Alya slapped her again, leaving her cheek red, Lila continued to fake sob about how she “couldn’t believe Marinette would act like this” and how she “makes it so hard to forgive her”.

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“It’s fine, Lila. She deserves this. You are a much better person,” Alya said, and they walked away together. Alya continued spewing out encouragement and praise until Marinette couldn’t hear them anymore. She finally let out her sobs but quickly wiped her eyes. She had to be home soon, before her shift at the bakery started.

She got up, cradling her wrist, and put up her hood to cover her red face and puffy eyes. Marinette had changed what she wore after the first time they left visible bruises. Now, she wore a black hoodie over a pink shirt, with grey pants, and kept her signature purse (I never liked writing clothes so just imagine them). She made them, and she signed everything with her signature: MAT. She had made a fashion brand online after Jagged Stone had asked for more pieces, and soon Clara Nightingale had asked for a few too. Eventually, her brand, MAT, was famous and celebrities everywhere wanted something. It stood for Marinette And Tikki, for her favorite tiny god. She knew Tikki would be there for her, no matter what.

Oh no! She was going to be late! Marinette took off, trying to rush home, when she winced and had to slow down. She had forgotten that her ankle was sprained after Alya pushed her down the stairs. She limped home quickly, entering through the back door. She didn’t need her parents realizing she wasn’t home yet.

Marinette hobbled up the steps and into her room, putting down all her books and collapsing on her bed. Tikki came out of her purse and flew near her.

“Marinette! Are you okay? Are you hurt too badly?” Tikki asked, full of concern for her favorite Ladybug.

“No. My face hurts but the main thing is my wrist. I think it’s broken,” Marinette said, trying to stuff the pain and sadness down. It was a habit even though Hawkmoth was defeated. She was just so used to pushing all her emotions down that she couldn’t stop. Blank-faced, she sat up and wiped away the tears. Her face was almost back to normal and she needed to start healing now  since her shift started in 10 minutes.

Marinette started chanting the healing spell she learned from the Grimoire. After Master Fu had passed over guardianship, she had taken it upon herself to learn the Guardians’ magic, as it would help her. Right now, she had to heal her wrist. FInishing the chant, she took a sip of the potion needed to complete the spell. Marinette scrunched her face in disgust. No matter how many times she drank it, it still tasted like a mix of broccoli, sock, and camembert. Odd combination, but what can you do?

Now that her wrist was almost fully healed, (it still hurt to move it a lot), she needed to run down for her shift. If she was late, her parents would ground her, and that would hinder her patrol schedule. Even though Hawkmoth was defeated, she and Chat Noir had kept their Miraculous. Well, that’s not completely true.

Chat Noir started out as a good partner, if not a little too flirty. As time went on, however, he started being less helpful. He would flirt aggressively and try to force Ladybug on dates, which made him useless in battles, but at least he would try. Once, he even went as far as to refuse to help defeat an akuma.

During the battle with Hawkmoth, however, when he was revealed to be Gabriel Agreste, Chat Noir fought hard , with an intensity Ladybug didn’t know he could have. It was completely new and seemingly out-of-character for the guy who would constantly get killed and controlled by akumas. Honestly, Marinette was a bit scared. She had to physically stop Chat Noir from cataclysming Hawkmoth.

After Hawkmoth was defeated, Ladybug decided not to reveal identities, since Chat Noir was kind of annoying. Not to mention, he was incompetent in fights and generally terrifying during the battle with Hawkmoth. Not a great person to know your deepest secret.

Chat Noir kept pushing for a reveal, how he deserved this for taking down Hawkmoth, and how everything would be great because they could finally date. Ladybug had no interest, and when she said so and refused the reveal, Chat Noir went crazy.

He began demanding and begging for a reveal, saying how they were ‘soulmates’ and they could ‘ finally start dating’ and how they were ‘perfect’ for each other. When that didn’t work, he was following her on patrol, trying to find out where she lived. Chat Noir and Adrien both got closer to Marinette as well. Chat Noir would stop by and vent about how Ladybug was rejecting him, and how Marinette was so similar to her. Adrien would hang out closer to her and Marinette saw him stealing glances at her during gym and lunch. Normally, this would have made her giddy, but her crush had died the day he said to ‘take the high road’.

Marinette could deal with this. She could deal with the following, the venting, and the begging. It was annoying , but not the worst. Then, it happened. Ladybug was out on patrol and Chat Noir was following her, as usual. He stopped her by yelling and caught up. Then, he grinned, and it was more animal than human.

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Ladybug could see the malice in his eyes when he pinned her on the ground. His claws traced her face, then it started. Chat Noir growled and tried to rip her suit, rip her mask, do anything to be able to identify her. He even tried to remove her Miraculous, but thankfully she had enchanted them so they couldn’t be removed by force. Then, he tried his ‘Hail Mary’.

“CATACLYSM,” Chat Noir yelled, no, growled , and Ladybug’s eyes went wide. His hand went to her left side and Ladybug screamed. She could feel the cracks on her skin, could feel the dark energy zooming across her body. She went limp, and Chat Noir jumped away, seeing how the suit cracked but didn’t come off. It left scars from the left side of her rib cage, stretching around to the right side of her stomach. The main one was on the front, but there were many smaller ones, branching from the main one and covering her back.

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After all of that, Marinette knew she had to take back the Miraculous. With a heavy heart, Ladybug called Chat Noir to the top of the Eiffel Tower and took back his Miraculous. It was hard but ultimately worth it. Even now, walking down to the bakery, she felt the weight of the ring on the string around her neck and could feel her scars.

No , she thought, not wanting to get lost in the memories, not now. I can do this later . So she plastered on a smile, tied an apron, and started frosting some cupcakes.

That night, she allowed herself to feel, and cried herself to sleep, plagued by nightmares of black leather and a feral grin.

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[greencatpal]

Nightmares

  It had been a long day. Ferian was tired from the constant flow of customers, their head buzzing from the messages of the Arcana, echoes of pasts and futures of people they had never known and never will know. To make matters worse, although this was a frequent reality, Asra was gone. To where, Ferian didn't know. They hadn't asked this time. It hardly mattered anymore.

       The bed before them seemed more welcoming than ever, a colorful nest of once-fine fabrics that felt like clouds underneath Ferian's weary bones. And yet, they couldn't sleep. As was normal for this time. Asra hadn't been gone for more than a week or so, so Ferian's body had not yet gotten re-used to the silence. To the absence of the gentle hum of Asra's magic. It seemed as though, with him gone, a piece of themself was gone as well.

         'Maybe I should look into getting a cat,' they thought. The thought was new, yet, it felt as though Ferian had thought it a million times, yet they struggled to remember when or why they wouldve thought it before. Regardless, they decided that it was, indeed, a good thought. A cat had warmth and magic of its own. Perhaps one would placate the desire to have Asra near at every given moment.

         The drift into sleep was subtle.

         Flashes of foggy images stabbed through Ferian's conciousness. Red eyes. Asra, sitting beside them. A strange man in all black. Horns.

          Ferian jolted awake with a start, a choked scream escaping from their lips without their consent. There were tears in their eyes and an aggressive feeling of hopeless loss. As quickly as it had come, the feeling left. Ferian quickly stood from their bed, shivering, though sweat matted their clothes to their body. Without realizing it, they ended up in the middle of the shop. The scents of dried herbs and still-burning incense was overwhelming. The fact that it was only served to increase the panic that bloomed in their chest. They didn't notice, at first, the figure standing by the door.

        "Feri?"

         Ferian looked up at the sound. Tears were spilling down their cheeks before they could stop them, a small whimper passing through their trembling lips. Asra made his way over to them in only a few steps, enveloping them in his embrace.

         "Ferian? What's wrong?"

         Ferian could do nothing more but cry into his chest. Their grip on him tightened the more they tried to calm down. It wasn't until they felt Faust's tongue flick across their cheek that they pulled away.

          "I-I'm sorry." Ferian whispered, wiping their eyes with the strap of their tank top before looking up at Asra.

           "Feri, what happened?"

           "I just... had a bad dream, that's all. Im.. sorry to worry you."

            Asra clasped their hands in his and pressed them to his lips.

           "Let's get you some tea, hmm?"

            Ferian was grateful that he hadn't pressed further and let him lead them to the other room. Their head was already beginning to pound from the overwhelming emotion.

           "Just remember to breathe, alright? I here now, you're okay."

           Asra placed his coat around Ferian's shoulders. The tears welled up in their eyes again, but this time from relief. Asra was home. Asra would take care of them. He always did.

          They sank to the ground, letting his coat blanket around their shoulders. After a moment of reflection, however, something concerned them.

          "Asra, are you okay?"

          He paused, "Are you?"

          He avoided the question, Ferian thought. Any other time, they might have called him out on it, forced him to let them take care of him but... at this moment, Ferian wanted nothing more than to be with him, peacefully. To let him hold them, protect them.

          "I dont... I don't know."

           "I was concerned about you. I felt something was off. So I came." He turned to face them, a mug filled to the brim with chamomile tea in his hand.

            "I'm glad you did." The words came out barely in a whisper. Ferian could feel the blush creeping along their cheeks.

        Asra knelt down in front of them. They took the mug with both hands, the warmth filling them up.

        "I'll stay with you for as long as I can. I promise."

         "Can... can you sleep with me tonight?"

          Ferian felt childish as soon as the words left their mouth, but the desire was strong. The nightmare was already slipping from their memory, but the feeling it gave them still  held them captive. They were sure that the only thing that would allow them to sleep for the rest of the night was him.

          Asra sat beside them. In an instant, they were pulled into his lap and held close. His chin rested lightly on their head and his arms were loosely but firmly wrapped around their body.

          "Of course, Feri. Anything for you." 

**authors note: just in case anyone was curious, these stories aren't meant to be connected in any way. This one ended up edging towards more of the Asra x Apprentice route, which I'm not necessarily complaining about but that's not what I'm planning on most of these being. It's just kinda how it's been happening since I'm just now going through Asra's route for the first time lmao**

[sainadazai]

When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.5

"I don't think fire's all that bad, you know"

3rd person pov

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As the sun hung high in the sky the h/t haired girl stumbled around the train station in search of a restroom. Y/n had never experienced the mundane tasks a commoner would usually persue on a daily. Things like public transit, or any transit for that matter, were an enigma to her.

So while elder men stared a little too long and young children pointed at her in recognition, she spun in circles like a lost puppy.

"Its just a fucking bathroom, should there be someone here to direct people or something! Ugh and whats with the school girl fetish, these old guy are creeps..." she mumbled to herself continuing to get more and more lost on the platform.

Meanwhile, the rest of 1-A were making their way to internships as well, Midoriya scrolled into some old guys house, Kirishima bumped into his metal replica, and Bakugou held his grump posture and nonchilauntly entered the top 3 heros agency. He was expecting to at least learn something from this guy, or gain real life experience with villains. He never anticipated being scrutinized for his personality. No shit I'm scary, Im trying to kill shitty villains not make teenage girls put a picture of me on their wall.

For the first day of this new challenged everbody seemed to be having a ridiculously mundane time. Not y/n, though. No our main character was going through it, once she made it to the restroom, she got confused by how easily the toilet paper ripped in her hand and spent 20 minutes trying to get at least one whole time out of the stubborn roll. Then, when she opened up her bag to view the new hero-suot her mother helped design...she found strings¿

She ended up having to look at an example picture and read a guide on how to put what where. It took an additional hour considering the tightness of everpiece of fabric and when she stepped out of the stall to look in the mirror, she deadpanned. How could her mother hate her this much? It was already a burden being so sexy, but this? This was crazy.

She wasnt sure weather she should take a million photos, or never leave the bathroom and cry all day. However when her phone rang, a call from Mr.Woods agency, she realized how late she already must be.

In her rush, y/n also forgot about the creeps men and was recieving many stares, that went unnoticed. Until somebody had the audacity to touch her. It was just a ghost of his finger tips on the underneath of her ass that was no doubt on full display. That would not go accepted, as a girl who had turned her past trauma into nothing but a small personality traits, she wasnt scared. Still, as a woman who absolutely idolizes herself, or so she says, no one in this train station deserved the touch of her perfect, shiny, s/c skin.

The last error that secured her terrible first day was how y/n spun around and grabbed the mans fingertips. When she took a glance at him, he was smiling as if he had acomplished something. Boy was he wrong, only coming to realized so when the y/h girl suddenly had sprouted a vine from his finger.

He watched in fear as it began to grow and wrap around him, all the while the young girl he'd never met before let out a sickening aura that couldve suffocate him then and there. The vine continued to curl up around his middle and ring finger, slowly meeting the flash of his palm.

Once the growing stopped, y/n had almost decided to let him go. A part of her new that her plan wasn't well thought through, and he could be an innocent guy that accidentally touched her.

However, aggression outwayed logic and she looked him deep in the eye.

"You like using these fingers to touch things your not supposed to?"

"N-n-"

"Shhh, dont worry, im just gonna make sure you dont go touching things that arnt yours, okay?" She made an aggresive fist with the hand not touching him and the vine squeezed in. Anyone a foot away would be able to tell, but the both of them could hear how his two fingers snapped and bent under the pressure.

With a satisfied grin at the whispering man, y/n decided he had learned his lesson. Wow look at that, and I didnt even need some manly hero to come save me. Atta girl y/n.

Little did she know that not only did her pro-hero boss come to look for her, but je also saw the whole disaster. He was not pleased to say the least.

Y/n pov

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As the tree like man sat down in his office chair across from me, all I could do was look to my feet. I didnt feel particularily had about my actions, however, I did feel bad about being late.

While it is fun to be spontanious and act like theres nothing to lose, I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to control the earth aspect of my quirk. Ill never admit it if someone asks, but sometimes the only way I can sleep at night is knowing how strong my quirk is. Knowing that they cant hurt me if I stay strong.

Still, it just seems that as I grow older, the people trying to get to be get bolder and more powerful. Some might even say...they get smarter, too. Thats a scary thought; that if I want to stay alive at all I need to be constantly improving. I am not sure if I want to stay alive or not, but Ill be damned if dying or living isnt my choice.

Feeling the need to break the silence, I began my rant on all the reasons I had come up with that justify my actions. I was planning it on the way out here.

"Look, im sorry mr.woods. I know im not very heroic and shit, but when perverts to pervert things somebody has to do something, and its not like anybody else there would have scared a glance if I didnt save myself-"

"Your wrong."

"Huh- I wasnt done. Anyways i-"

"L/n you are wrong."

"Dude im trying to-"

"There was heroes on patrol, how else did you think i found you? There were real heroes ready to protect you, if you had simply shouted people would have been alarmed of such. I dont understand kids and their need to do everything alone." He rolled his eyes behind his mask and continued to stare at me.

"Excuse me but I dont think your in a place to comment on how I react to myself being touched. He was gonna get my skin dirty and for what, two seconds of his school girl fantasy. Ew."

"Your skin....dirty?"

"Yes, he is nowhere near my standards on someone who should be allowed to touch me...not even a brush of the fingers..ugh!"

"Alright well, I cant get you in trouble because then I get in trouble...so, tell me about your quirk while we go on patrol."

His chair sqeaked against the floor as he stood up and it slid back. Then he motioned for me to follow by painting out the door.

Relieved that I didn't have to talk about all the fake reasons people aren't allowed to touch me, and that I could finally get outside so my quirk would stop suffocating me, I was quick to exit the building.

I'm not sure if its the fact that ive only been using a forth of her, but my quirks side effects have been so shitty recently. To the point that our school nurse estimsted my new rate for being inside for an extended period of time was about three hours.

I havent actually combusted in years, but I've been close and god does it hurt. My chest starts to squeeze and I can feel all the energy drain from my body, then pieces of me start to get hold and cold at the same time.

"So what really is your quirk?"

I looked up at the hero next to me as we continued on down the street of the inner City.

"How much did Aizawa tell you?"

"I-he said...she has all the right elements? And told me I'd figure it out.." He scratched the back of his head.

I smirked at that. Who knew aizawa actually listened to the words I said. I was pretty sure after the whole sulking chrollos dick thing, he would have permanently tuned me out.

"Heh, that raggedy ann bastard" I smile smugly.

"So, what does it mean?"

"Ahh, okay so, did you go to U.A?"

"Um yes kid, why?"

Then im certain je knows of my family, explaining my quirk will be easier. God, this really is my favorite part.

I reached my left hand out, knowing he was right handedly and would respond well to it and then spoke.

"Hi, nice to meet you, im y/n l/n of the elementus royal quirk family."

Once he shook my hand I did a polite curtsey, as I learned in ballet to do that instead of bowing. Its much more fun to do this at family event, where I get to wear big dresses and pretend im important...but this'll have to do.

"The-i-oh shit..." He mumbled the last part in defeat, likely just figuring out what he'd gotten himself in to.

"So, im guessing you've got ...."

"Total control, yup" I confirmed.

"And you wanna focus on earth elements, like what flowers?"

I smirk up at him allowing my aura to put an intimidating facade.

"Actually I was thing more like venus fly traps" as I said traps I let my hands clap together mimicking the plant and bit at the air with my teeth.

He stopped walking and just glanced from side to side, waiting for me to start making sense again.

Until we heard some crying in the distance.

The two of our heads shot over and were met with a strange sight. There were three young boys, looked about 8¿ and a man, hero maybe? Crouched in front of them not looking all that nice. He had spike blonde hair, red eyes, gauntlets on his wris-

"Oh my god its bakugou, look sir! Thats the hot guy I switched schools for!"

"Wha-"

"BAKUGOUUUU!! HEYYY!"

his head slowly shifted from the kids to me and it seemed to only make him more angry. Then, once again I couldn't help but bask in the pure aggression...in his eyes.

They were red, fitting for the anger thry held, but it was beautiful. It was passionate, the way he could yell for hours about god knows what because he cares. He may care about petty things, or silly things, but he always cares so much. So passionately. That I can see it in his eyes.

"Oh my, whAt is this costume deary?"best jeanist spoke from ahead of us as we approach.

"Hi sir, sorry about the skin showing, my quirk is heavily enhanced the more my pours are exposed to the natural elements, especially oxygen. If I was more covered parts of my body would begin to go completely numb. Also doesnt my body look amazing! Im a lot more in shape since you saved me last"

I blamed happily at jeanist. Though we arent neceserilly close, he is definitely a great hero and has always been someone who easily sees through my façaude. Plus his fashion sense is wonderful and I often send him pictures of my outfits. Although he doesnt respond I know he sees them and if they were bad he would be mean about it instead of ignoring it.

"Well. It definitely gives your body..access to that. And the sword?"

Ahh...the sword that I liked to carry. It was now stored in its place on my back.

"Call it a good luck charm, plus, we cant rely only on our quirks, then we are just weak people with strong powers. Rather than strong people."

I was always one to put on a show for him, as I do for lost of pro heroes. Its a lot more fun to say things like your all serious and fancy and smart sometimes. Its my little inside joke with myself, like to laugh at how easily people are awed by it.

Like how even though children were still crying bakgou was staring at me face void of emotion, completely struck at my words.

Definitely not..staring at my body that was exposed. Not eyeing the tight strap that wraps my left leg, that he doesnt know is a funcional lasso.

Noticing him, im quick to avert my attention.

"Hey bakugou~"

"Tch you really went from shitty princess to slutty princess huh?"

"You really went from telling deku you'd be number one hero, to making kids cry on the street, huh?" I challenged

I heard the crying boys laugh a little, just the age reminded me of my brother, Im sure they have nothing in common, but I havent seen any of my brothers in quite some time so I suppose a small part of me was just projecting.

I hated that they were crying, though. Ussually I dont like kids, they are stinky and gross and the main reason people have been ruining my life up til now. However, noticing these three reacting to bakugou in a way I wish emotionally available enough for, it made me feel obligated to help them. Wierd, huh.

"Hey, did that guy use his fire all scary?"

"Yeah, he was gonna kill us"

"Fires scary."

I giggled a bit, I knew fire like the back of my hand. It was the first thing I mastered as a child and the way I see bakugou use it doesnt to the element justice.

"Hm, well, I dont think so...can I show you something?"

The kid in the middle, apparently the braver of them, lifted his gaze from the concrete to meet my eyes. Just as I crouched down to my knees in front of them he nodded up at me.

I smiled at this, proud that I earned his trust for...some odd reason.

My hands formed a cup shape in front of him and I focused my ears so I could hear the blood rushing through my own brain, like waves. This was how I learned to use elements singularly: by using my internally noise to block out everything else.

I first allowed a small line of fire to dance around, now bigger than a candle wick. Then through another, and another as the boy watched carefully. Not yet impressed his face was still caustious. However I continued focusing my energy, feeling my body, the air around me, the heat of the sun, even remember the passion from bakugous crimson eyes.

I as I did so the many small flames twirled and twisted within eachother forming into a beautiful blue and orange fluctuating flower.

The boy looked into my hands mouth now agape, tears dried, fear gone. Then, again, for some reasons unbeknownst to me... I felt a sense of pride.

He tapped his friends so they would look up and I continued making my fire into different things, birds, planes, people. The kids were entranced.

I looked back to see the two pros staring at me with a certain level of pride mixer with shock. While bakugou seemed at a loss for words. God knows why this time?

"I don't think fire is all that bad you know..."

"Pft, yeah, I know kid," with that I threw my little flames above their heads and let the sparks fall down of them like shiny glitter. Then, overwhelmed with this horrible feeling in my chest. I retreatdd to my boss for the weak. Was that..happiness? Ew.

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Lol, tell you what; you're too late to check out the phione since we're heading out tomorrow, but if I get any more weird and rare pokemon sent over, I can offer to send them to you for an afternoon or two.

You can make a more comprehensive record/medical exam of them than I could, before continuing the rest of the process of rehoming the pokemon where it's supposed to go by either sending them back or sending them directly to a fitting location.

After all, lot of the people involved with the pc system beurocracy appreciate that sort of thing.

Or if it's a galar native pokemon or whatever, some pokemon you want and are licensed to house in the area and want to take care of, you can put in the notice and make it an official trade to the lab.

Although with Gordon agreeing not to keep up his social media, we probably wont be getting many more particularly weird and rare pokemon to the sanctuary.

But if you want to form a loving bond with a kantonian ratatta you could hold in the palm of your hand, I'm your gal. Theres plenty of friendly mini rattata in the local allied colony, give them to kids all the time.

(Also I may have accidentally bought down the average size of rattata in a 10 mile radius of the sanctuary from how many small rattata pass through here and get released locally too, but it seems fine? Its probably fine.

In fact, if I'm being honest, the farmers would probably complain if I had to stop since they've said local rattata and raticate have been getting much less aggressive to young children in the past few years.

But I think that's more a cultural shift within the local rattata/raticate from an influx of rattata that are stronger due to having once had a trainer getting places of power in the raticate hierarchy and influencing those below them than a potentially environmentally upsetting genetic shift in the population.

Like the matriarch of the local colony Bella Beatrix and her husband Mr. Bitey teaching their rattata all sorts of things they learned at the sanctuary, like how to respectly ask pidgeot to enter the property and how to behave while they're here so they dont get giga impacted.

And not even just stuff that directly helps them get some rarer to find in the wild fruit from our berry trees is getting passed down. Like, a wild rattata going up to a bunch of kindergartners on a school trip day to the sanctuary, and watching that rattata seamlessly join in on the kids patty cake game.

I mean I only ever taught the patty cake clapping game to one small male raticate nicknamed Tomato years ago before the sanctuary was even a thing, and before he decided to head out on his own in the wild, and I'm still seeing rattata know how to play years later for probably no other reason than Tomato wanted more pokemon to play patty cake with.

Though I realize what's best for humans isn't always what's best for the environment. But the local raticate would probably let me know if things were getting bad with them, and the farmers and bug catchers would let me know if the rattata were causing problems.)

Sorry, I'm rambling about pokemon again. You probably have more engaging things to think about than the changing social systems of miniature rats in an obscure farming community in johto, and I've got to finish packing for the trip to sinnoh.

@professor-vanad​ Damn it, so you’re saying they’ve probably been poached?

Alright I’ve got a guidebook with a chapter on what I’m supposed to do if a pokemon that appears to have been captured illegally gets sent to the sanctuary, I’ll have to go find that, and I sent a notice to the largest phione/manaphy conservation program in sinnoh, so hopefully I’ll hear back from them soon.

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Thank you so much for responding to my ask and in such a detailed way. Most people barely care enough to write a sentence that sounds like they're fed up for some reason, so I'm not quite sure about that. But thank you. I know this is another annoying question, but were there any slightly negative displays of "affection" or actions towards Zayn, like when a fan threw a Zayn cut-out head on stage and Harry kicked it off (😭) or moments where it looked like they didn't miss him? I just don't like

to delusion myself like I used to, and staying in some fantasy world where I just entertain myself with the thought that they all missed him so much, when there’s also a sad possibility that they got even closer and better without him or felt too many negative feelings to even miss him, or even worse simply didn’t get along that well with him in the first place (we honestly don’t know). This sounds terrible and I know they’re all close, but do you think when Zayn left that Louis was closer with Liam etc. and when Zayn left he probably didn’t miss him as much because he got along very well with the other guys? I thought I remembered Louis saying a few times when asked about Zayn (although to be fair it sounded kind of fake and like he was told to say it) that they were better without Zayn because they’re all much closer now or something which makes me sad bc while it’s great that they apparently got much closer, I also always thought that Louis and Zayn were just that bit closer because, let’s face face it, not all of your friends are going to be equal. You always, at least for me, connect with and get along better with someone else, not that you don’t get along with the others, but every friend i get along with in different amounts. Do you think Louis genuinely meant that or do you think he really did miss Zayn a lot and was even closer with him? Sorry, I also forgot another moment - where they were asked about tattoos and I think the question was about if they regretted it and Harry says, without knowing, something about how he’d never do something embarrassing like getting a Ying Yang tattoo and even mocks it with some accent without even meaning to, and Louis starts laughing hard and Harry doesn’t get it, and then suddenly realizes and starts laughing and Louis says something like “oh you get it now” and they kind of are subtly making fun of Zayn because Zayn got a Ying Yang tattoo :/ It makes me upset because I can’t tell if Louis was actually making fun of Zayn in that way when you dislike someone and mock them or in a friend way or in a way like he was just laughing at the irony of what Harry said without even knowing? Idk, it seems negative and I don’t want to believe they made fun of him and to think there are other moments too, some maybe we didn’t even catch.

I’m gonna be honest, sugarplum…This is a slightly odd request, to me…hahaha. But I get what you mean, and sure, I guess there were some less than stellar moments of them being a little petty too. I think in the grand scheme of things, its never been meant with actual malice, but rather trying to make light of a situation they all (Zayn included) had to bob and weave through. The press, and admittedly, some of us fans, wanted to hear them mention Zayn to indicate they were somewhat okay, but the press sometimes didn’t present it as kindly or innocently as they could. Some wanted to drum up drama for the 1D vs Zayn press stories. But ultimately, I didn’t think of it too much, because I feel like it just sours a good mood. And I think their friendship extended far longer than some petty off-handed comment they made here or there.

But, you asked for certain moments, so ill give you the few I can think of. I don’t really want to draw too much negative attention here, because anybody who knows me knows in absolute ot5 trash, and I think like any good friendship they can work things out and talk things through what upset them. So DONT look at these and make a definitive opinion, when we don’t know what was said and apologized later on. They’ve had plenty of time to reflect on their mistakes and grow from their darker, les honorable moments. I still think they could work things out as friends, despite everything.

You’ve already mentioned the cardboard cutout and yin-yang thing, two things of which I’ve also heard alternative takes on it. I didn’t see a clear shot of Harry kicking it until now,

but even then, it still doesn’t look out of the realm of possibility that he was simply trying to clear the stage. To me, even if he did do it intentionally, he doesn’t seem to be doing it with any aggression, so I don’t think it was as malicious as it was first made out to be. What would you have done in that situation yourself? Its tricky to imagine how you’d navigate through that. The second moment being the yin-yang thing.

Which, fair enough, does sound a little petty. I wont say it doesn’t. BUT, that weekend before this interview, the boys had gone back to London to do a performance at the Royal Variety Performance, in which Jack Whitehall (also a friend of harry) later walked out on stage dressed up like Harry, wearing a wig and tons of silly random black and white tattoos, to show how randomly tattooed Harry Styles really is, the dork…

If you look at his abdomen, to the right, there’s Jack as “Harry Styles” with a yin-yang tattoo. So, was it about Zayn? Maybe. Was it about this? Who knows. I’m not siding one way or another. I’m just giving two sides to the things I’ve read. If you think they're ‘reaches’, so be it. I’m not trying to convince anyone of anything. The other moments I seem to remember were just one or two where…

Some may say he was being shady, other might say he was simply trying to diffuse the awkward tension and make light of the situation by cracking a joke, as iffy as that may be. I don’t know what H’s intentions were, but its in the past. I’m not here to drive up drama again, which may result anyway from a post like this. But just know I have no interest in hearing any shit about either side. I’m only answering this for the sake of getting it out of the way and answered for you. I don’t wanna hear Zayn slander, Harry slander, or Louis slander. Not my blog’s interest. That’s that. They’ve moved on and grown. Some even reconnecting. Friendship can be wildly unpredictable.

Anywho, about you wondering whether Louis found a shift in becoming closer to another boy like Liam after Zayn left, I don’t think he was actively trying to push Zayn out of his life. At that time, Zayn himself was trying to distance himself from everyone, not just his bandmates, but everyone. He needed some alone time to get in his head, so Louis and the boys let him have that. Its no surprise Louis was closest to Zayn

and even when he *could have* slipped up and talked shit, he didn’t. When he was asked on air if Drag Me Down was about Zayn ‘draggin them down’, Louis very smoothly called them out on their shit.  “Are you trying to look for some kind of controversial answer here? You’re not getting it! The song is not about that obviously.”

So…as much as there could have been petty comments from Louis, he actually maintained a pretty decent attitude through the press wanting to pull the drama out of him.

You (slightly) kill me with these long asks, my dear, but I appreciate your interest in even visiting my blog. So, thank you. I hope this answer suffices. I’m sure people will make unwarranted comments nonetheless, just remember I’m not interested in any drama or slander on my blog. This is a no-drama zone, ladies and gents and other fellow humans. 

[finnyisanactualrayofsunshine]

ohh!! how about the ask thing for ronald??? :D ((this is actually my first time doing smth like this, I'm nervous and excited!!! :D)) and mybe Grell and Lau if you wanna???

Thank you so much!! I love getting asks so feel free to send them, and I'm honoured to get your first one of this sort! Someone else sent me grell so I'm gonna answer that one there but I'll do the other two here (sorry I'm so late, I've been super exhausted lately because I've been working a lot the past week, I'm not ignoring these though) Give me a character and I will answer: Ronald Knox edition Why I like them: I was talking about him with my irl friend once and she was like "is he just a fucking meme" and I really think that sums it up. He's just. A fucking. Meme. Also he talks about having a lady friend and honestly? Iconic.Why I don’t: this isn't necessarily reasons I dislike him but maybe reasons he's not as important to me as some other characters. I feel he hasn't had as much development as some other characters so I haven't gotten like super emotional over him (yet). Also this sounds weird but how I feel about characters tends to directly correlate to their relationship with Ciel and since he doesn't have much of one I'm also not as attached as I hypothetically could be. I don't think there's anything I actually dislike about him though.Favorite episode (scene if movie): uhhh I really like that episode in BoC when grell has just been let of reaper court or whatever the fuck and she's swinging her death scythe around and thanking him for getting it approved and they're just chilling? That's a good episode I forget what number.Favorite season/movie: BoCFavorite line: honestly just any line where he refers to someone as his lady friend Favorite outfit: he...he just has one...OTP: I really ship him with grell lately tbh. Like I didn't used to but then I suddenly fell into the ship and here I am. I'm 100% sure he has the biggest crush on her (and once got drunk and called her a milf) and I don't think she reciprocates it right now but it would be really cute to have a classic rom com moment of realizing all she wanted was right in front of her, falling in love with her best friend, etc. It's just. A pure and good ship.Brotp: him and will I guess? Honestly I haven't thought about it that much but like they've got a good chill dynamic. I also really want to see a brotp with him and othello, or him and Lau.Head Canon: in a modern Au he has a YouTube channel and always opens with WHHHHAts up guys Unpopular opinion: okay this is probably the only time I'll ever make a headcanon like this but. I see him as being completely straight tbh. Idk, I just. He seems straight. But in like a pure and supportive ally way. But still. Idk. It's a risky opinion. A wish: I wish we get a scene of him having like a deep convo with grell and being emotionally supportive that would be cool An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: hmm I'm honestly not sure? I don't think I actually have anything like this for him.5 words to best describe them: iconic. Smooth. Wild. (a) nerd. Loyal.My nickname for them: Ronald McDonald Give me a character and I will answer: Lau edition Why I like them: I think he's one of the most complex and interesting kuro characters. He has a lot of depth that has only been slightly touched on but is definitely there. I also like him in relation to Ciel, in that he provides a different dynamic than any of the other people in Ciel's life. Hypothetically I could say I like him because I relate to him but also to be fair I project myself onto him so much that I may have forgotten what's canon and what's headcanon. Why I don’t: I don't think there's actually any reasons I don't like him. Don't get me wrong he's a HELLA flawed and problematic character but if anything those things make me like him more. I'm a sucker for characters who are suffering and make bad decisions and aren't always right or moral and have ugly moods and emotions because that just makes them more real and tangible for me. Favorite episode (scene if movie): I really like the first episodes of both BoC and BoM with him. They have lots of great scenes. The good Lau content. Favorite season/movie: BoM because he was a consistent character in itFavorite line: okay I've got a few but for lighthearted one, the one where he's describing Ciel to Arthur. Also when he calls Ciel a bully in a really adoring way is pretty adorable. For heavier ones, I really like both the one at Madame red's grave where he says that if Ciel doesn't ask for help he'll sink in the mud, you know that one? Also the one where he goads Ciel on about whether he'll be able to handle looking at the corpses of JtR victims and when Ciel brushes it off he says the thing about how the look in Ciel's eyes is good, and he sounds really like. Impressed. Favorite outfit: his crop top in Weston arc is very cute. Also the outfit he wears when visiting UT. OTP: I'm a loyal cielau ho, y'all know this by now Brotp: him and sieglinde, Lizzy, ran Mao (look he just seems like that guy who's friend group is 90% girls), Madame red, GRELL, kinda want to see him interact with finny, yeah probably a few others but you get the idea. Head Canon: I may or may not have mentioned this before but I hc that he has PTSD and that comes into my other hcs a lot so. Yeah. Unpopular opinion: he's not a comic relief character or a villain. The fandom reduces him to either a villain or comic relief a lot and then acts like that's what Yana wrote but he actually has a lot of depth and complicated sides and I wish people could see more than a one dimensional view of him. A wish: he has a quiet bonding moment with Ciel. We get a development arc including his backstory. He's confirmed bi. We get to see him kill people in dramatic ways and then be covered in blood. Any/all of the above. An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: either him dying or him betraying Ciel. I honestly don't know which would be worse. Because him dying means no more content of him, but him betraying Ciel means me dropping him as a fave and since I love him a lot that would kind of suck so. 5 words to best describe them: moody. Childish. Needy. Aggressive. Unstable. (I say a lot of negative things about him tbh.)My nickname for them: that lanky noodle of a Chinese man

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My year in one post: 2017

okay so its starting to get closer to the end of the year lets have a recap of 2017.

january: I don't have a job anymore, I am not going to school at the moment, I am moving for the hundredth time, and I have to give up my dog and cat, then someone loses my cat. ( so its safe to say january was definitely not my month) but bright side this is the month where i start to talk to my "future" husband. well sort of (this will be explained in a later month).

february: so it's a new month. I am jobless with no prospect of going back to school until the next semester. on top of that our landlords are total pieces of literal dog shit (like im not kidding they have about 5000 dogs in their house and it smells like dog shit) anyways life is starting to look up JUST THE TINIEST BIT because ya girl got a date. i am dating. newly dating. and on top of that i still don't know that my future husband is single yet. (he doesn't like the idea of me dating)

march: we have officially moved into my moms boyfriends house and i already hate it. Its awful i have no closet, no space, no job, no pets, and no will to live (except for my future husband). Its safe to say my life lowkey sucks because not only do i have a curfew now? I have to pretend to not hate my life and i actually have to get out of the bedroom im staying in (yea thats right im not allowed to call his guest bedroom "my room") my moms boyfriend is a total dickwad. he gets what he deserves in later months tho. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( WAIT A MINUTE I just got some info that karma was doing her job all along and i completely forgot part of living with my momster and her dickwad was that I had to do all the chores around the house and dickwad left $200 in his pocket when i was doing laundry and i found it. in my defense i tried to tell them about the money but then they got on my ass for talking to them while they were talking or something so i shut up and spent some of the money on a tattoo. it was the best revenge ever. I had been planning on getting one for months and dickwad and momster HATE tattoos and he technically paid for mine and it was great)

April: HOMAGAWD my life is looking up. I got a job, my "future" husband is visiting and the guy I'm kinda sorta "dating" is a good kisser but i swear to y'all if i hadn't already been on like 4 dates with this guy i would have thought he was catfishing me (he ends up ghosting me anyways so whatevesss). My momster and her dickwad of a boyfriend don't like my new job because it doesn't pay a whole lot? ( oh i forgot to mention they want me to pay rent for the "bedrooom" I'm sleeping in; y'all this room is literally a bed, a dresser drawer, and MY TV) ALSO did i mention this guy is total pack rat (THE BEDROOM IM IN HAS ALLLL OF HIS JUNK IN IT) and there's no central heating and I'm sick. I have bronchitis and we barely found out. meanwhile my supposed "mother" thought I was just being annoying with my coughing and her stupid boyfriend literally had the AUDACITY to tell me if I don't get rid of my cough by the end of the week then he was going to "do something about it". (LIKE IM SORRY I HAVE BRONCHITIS IF I COULD WAVE MY MAGIC WAND THAT I JUST RANDOMLY PULLED OUT OF MY ARSE AND MAKE MYSELF BETTER I WOULD SORRY MY ILLNESS IS INCONVENIENCING YOU). this man is weird he has like every book written by trump and is a civil war reenactor and has can goods from before I was even born because he doesn't believe in expiration dates. so I didn't want to find out what he meant by that so I booked the quickest doctors appointment I could get. I had been sick for 3 months by this point. also I paid over half the rent at my old place but I was always making like $1000 a month sooooo I could afford it. anyways my "future" husband and I have an amazing 3 days when he visits it was like no time had passed and it wasn't until he was gone that I realized that I couldn't live without him anymore.

May: ITS OFFICIAL BITCHES my "future" husband is now my boyfriend, it literally took him an hour for me to say he was my boyfriend. twas a struggle. but pretty much since the day he left we hadn't gone a single day without talking via text or calling each other. we thought about waiting until he came back to texas to date, but that would be two years and we weren't having that because we would have ended up waiting for each other instead of dating long distance which is kinda a waste of time. anyways I am no longer sick. at least I don't think and karma is just DOING ITS WORK on my mom and her dickwad boyfriend. My mom was being treated like she deserved by her new job and dickwad had lost his chief position because hes an alcoholic asshole with little man syndrome now he is paying over $10,000 for a DWI lawyer. meanwhile i was thriving I was getting more work I was looking into ways to pay off my school my life still sucked and the only reason im alive is because of my "future" husband.

June: did i ever mention that june is my favorite month of this year. love is in the air bitches. june is the month for marriages and engagements. SPEAKING OF ENGAGEMENTS yea that's right he proposed AND ON TOP OF THAT he surprised me with a visit and i nearly had a heart attack and it was a great few days. then my momster ruined it by being her and by hating me as per usual we weren't asking for permission at this point to get married we were just going to get married whether she agreed or not. and i was moving out and my "future" husband and i had a 101 plans (also i dont like the word fiance its dirty and gross) our 101 plans obviously fell through you can plan all day long and life is just like "LOL gurl you thought" but it all turned out fine in and in our favor in the end. we are very thankful for the people who stuck by our side when things were getting tough and sooo grateful for all their help we wouldn't have been able to do it without them.

JULY: ITS OUR WEDDDDINNNGGG MONNNTTTTHHHHHHH!!!!!! I had never thought "hey you're going to be my husband one day" when I saw my husband for the first time in the 2nd grade. he apparently did, he thought i was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and was happy i had moved to his town. that innocent love obviously turned into something more as we got older and he always knew that something special would happen with us there had to be a reason God had kept us close all those years. we were married july 10th in a court house with our high school friends my momster and her dickwad boyfriend and my new family that consisted of my husbands parents and siblings while my maid of honor watch via facetime (she had work and the ceremony lasted like 20 mins) leading up to our wedding he "proposed" properly on the couch while we were watching a movie and his best friend was so upset that he was not included in the proposal. we promised to include him on our 5 year anniversary at our vow renewal. we were married on the 10th we had our honeymoon that night in galveston. on the 11th we went to our best mans house, watched hoarders all morning, played ping pong, went to go see a movie with our old clique from high school, slept on a too small air mattress with a too small blanket in freezing cold room and woke up early. he dropped me off at my momsters and we said our teary eyed goodbyes and said we'd see each other again in december and I watched him drive away to the air port. I turned 20 the next week and I had 1 good day then on the 18th my mom decided to yell at me and fight me about money (remember how i said i was trying to pay off my college stuff well my mom knew that. it was no secret. well i found a way and i had gotten the money the week i got married and i paid it off and put the rest in savings and refused to touch it) well my mom yelled at me until she was blue in the face because since dickwad fucked up his finances with his DWI they were now strapped for cash and wanted me to pay for everything and I refused. just because we said I'd move in december doesn't mean plans are set in stone and if I would have paid them in advance I would have never seen that money again. the risks were to high for me to pay that much in one sitting. so we argued on the 18th she didn't talk to me for two days then on the 21st she gave me an ultimatum and told me to pay or get out. meanwhile my husband and I were thinking ahead and I was already packing and by the 22nd all i had in the bedroom i slept in was a duffel bag of clothes and hamper full of my bedding I told her i was moving out on the 23rd on a sunday and by the time they got home from church me and everything i had would be gone from that house. remember my husbands best man and best friend and the small air mattress and cold bedroom?

August: they both had a house together and that was the house i stayed in until the second week or two of august i spent almost a week with my dad and his family so i could say my goodbyes. i came back to the guys house for 2 days finished packing said my goodbyes to all my friends and then my dad was there with a jeep for all my stuff and we would start our long trip to VA. the first day we drove from TX to atlanta then the next day atlanta to VA.

I was finally home. there he was my knight in blue digital camo. we'd only been married a month and already our plans were askew. my dad stayed for 2 extra days and helped us get settled into our new apartment then left.

september: we are 2 months into our marriage and our first month living together. these next two months will be the hardest months in our marriage. we're getting used to each other getting to know our homelife quirks it is a difficult transition for both of us I am used to an abusive passive aggressive household where i lock myself in my room and he is used to empty barracks and going out everyday just so he doesn't have to be in the barracks all day. it was hard but we wouldn't want to bicker over mundane things with anyone else.

October: its spoopy time and my husbands birthday is this month we have a tv and new bed for our master bedroom we have a cat but Im pretty sure we got him in september. we're not really fighting as much at least not about stupid things we know what pushes our buttons and we're communicating better. I have to turn down my first job because its too far of a drive. ( we immediately regret it) the hubs 21st birthday rolls around we have the worst mexican food ever and he has the strongest margarita in the world it was really a great night. Halloween we sit on the couch watching movies and just stay in all day.

November: my husbands family have informed us that his little brother will be graduating from boot camp this month and will be going to school on a base in VA and that they were coming for thanksgiving. so we get the house in order for our new guests. we buy everything from a thanksgiving ham to new towels when they arrive his parents are sick with the flu and my husband still has work the next day on thanksgiving. his mom and i spend the entire next day cooking and getting everything ready. when my husband gets home we have dinner and watch a movie or two. the next day is my husbands day off and we all had planned on eating out so we had lunch then went to the beach for his mom and then my husbands base to give a tour for his mom (insert eyeroll here the woman takes pictures of quite literally everything its almost annoying)and then finally we go back home so we can get his little brothers stuff and we can drop him off at his new base. (which is a whole lot more difficult then it should have been.) they end up giving him a weekend pass but by then we're all dead tired and want to go home but no, we go bowling on base until its time to take his little brother back to the barracks. then the next day is even more annoying my husband picks up his little brother and some breakfast and we trudge to a museum of an old ship for about 2 or 3 hours. keep in mind my husbands parents are still sick with the flu and everyone is tired except his little brother and my husband has work at 3am the next day. on top of that his parents need to get on a plane this same day and my husband and i need to drop off his little brother back on base. needless to say it was another long day and we finally had our house back my poor husband had work at 3am and around 9am i hear him come home apparently since he didn't leave early on thanksgiving he got to leave work early that day which meant we got the entire sunday to ourselves. it was a long weekend.

December: its only the 13th and we have been married for 5 months now and it will almost be a year since we started dating. (how time flies) his best man is supposed to visit in january and we are both so excited.

so much little stuff has happened this year that would make this post even longer. we got a motorcycle, my husband is trying to pick out a car for me i thought about doing online college, we both haven't really thought about what we want for christmas and our cat has fleas so its been a very eventful year.