#SORRY BUYING THINGS ONLINE MAKES ME SO NERVOUS

[skippygoldfish]

i am now gonna speedrun buying some plants cuz i realized that Aquatic Arts has a sale ending today. and i might add in a B-grade nerite snail... just for funsies.... (enrichment for betta that he might not kill? i know they kill shrimp but what about snails??)

i am looking at a java fern on driftwood and a dark red ludwigia for the 5gal, and a red jungle val for the goldfish tank (to root in a jar). they are supposedly hardy fellows. many plants intrigue me, but i know i gotta start small v_v

[puckinghischier]

so the clip of quinn asking the producer if his hair looks good, we’ve all seen it, right? cause i’m just thinking about it and how yeah it was probably a joke, but it’s sooooo insecure!quinn coded. like i’m sure he was nervous, and he really did want to look good for the camera. and it’s got me thinking about what it would be like to comfort insecure!quinn (i didn’t mean for this to be this long but i couldn’t stop once i started so here’s basically a three in one blurb 🫣)

it’s even things as simple as his pre-game outfits. he’s seen all the comments online about how he only wears the same few suits, so one day while you’re on the couch watching tv, he turns to you and asks if you’ll go shopping with him. of course you agree, but you ask him what’s got him so eager to expand his wardrobe.

“just…people keep saying i’m wearing the same thing all the time and it has me thinking i should probably go buy a couple more suits to wear for arrival pictures and stuff,” he shrugs, almost whispering, telling you it’s something he’s slightly embarrassed about.

you reach over and run your hand through his hair, playing with the messy curls. “q, who cares if you wear the same suit every game day? you’re wearing it to walk in the building and out of it,” you speak softly to him, noticing he’s not meeting your eye. “but, if you want to go pick up a few more, i’d love to go with you and help you pick them out,” you tug lightly on his hair to get him to look over at you, bringing your hand down to toy with the tip of his ear.

he gives you a bashful smile, mumbling out a small “thanks,” before looking away again.

you lean over, replacing your hand on his ear with your mouth. “plus, you know how much i love looking at you in a suit,” you let your lips drag over the warm skin. “almost as much as i love looking at you without one on.”

quinn shudders at the feeling of your hot breath on his ear, making him forget what he was even thinking about before the current conversation.

~

of course, quinn’s constantly worried about being a good captain for his team, too. he doesn’t think he’s played long enough to earn it yet, not understanding why they picked him over some of the vets on the team.

so when he comes home after a particularly rough practice or a brutal loss, you can feel the insecurity radiating off of his body. the game that eliminated them from the playoffs, though? god, you never want to relive it.

he laid in your arms for hours, switching between crying and getting angry at himself. he kept telling you it was his fault. he was the reason they didn’t make it. they should’ve chosen a different person to be captain, not him. he clearly didn’t know what he was doing, or they’d be celebrating tonight instead.

you know that most of this is caused by the questions he was asked after the game. one reporter in particular always asking the worst questions and getting under his skin. but you’re sure the group of drunk, upset fans outside of the rink who were yelling discouraging things to him only drove the knife deeper.

the way he talked about himself with so much disgust broke your heart in a way you never knew was possible. you knew he was always hardest on himself, but the fact he truly believes these things makes you worry you haven’t been doing your job correctly.

“quinn, i don’t ever want to hear you talk about yourself like that again, do you hear me?” you sat up, talking sternly but not harshly.

“well, it’s true. if they would’ve just picked someone else then-“

“stop!” you interrupted him, your sudden loudness causing him to pause, looking at you with wide eyes. “i’m sorry, i’m not trying to yell at you, but i’m not going to sit here and listen to you do this to yourself any longer,” you put just a few inches of distance between you and him on the large couch.

“you’re exactly who they wanted to lead this team or they wouldn’t have chosen you. you do have what it takes. hell, quinn, you got the team to the playoffs for the first time in 4 years. that has to count for something,” the tone of your voice is almost pleading, begging him to take what you’re saying to heart.

“your teammates love you. they look up to you. the fans love you. they were excited when you were named captain. i love you,” you take a moment, watching his face slowly change from distress to calm. “and i won’t sit here and listen to you say awful things about the man that i love. not for something that changes nothing about how i feel about you or your value as the captain of your team,” you finish, a knot forming in your throat because of how deeply you feel about the man sitting in front of you.

quinn just sits and looks at you, finally snapped out of his self destruct mode. “i…love you so much, you know that?” he tells you before pulling you into him and engulfing you in one of his ‘huggybear’ hugs.

“you’re right. i’m here because i deserve to be. and if you believe in me, who cares what anyone else thinks? i’ve got the best motivation right here in front of me,” he speaks into your neck, squeezing you tightly to his body, like he’s trying to press you into his skin, knowing he can always count on you to talk him out of his insecurities.

~

you get the rare moments, too, where quinn starts comparing himself to his brothers. you’d think as the oldest he’d know better, knowing that the two younger boys have always looked up to him, but once the media started trying to pit the three against each other, the seed of doubt crept its way into his thoughts.

it’s not even just about hockey, either. it’s the way jack is always so outgoing, the life of the party. and luke always seems so universally adored, his bashful charm winning him over with crowds.

quinn? quinn feels like he’s just…there. he can’t strike up a conversation as naturally as jack can. and his shyness seems to only drive people away, not draw people in, like luke’s.

and yeah, quinn knows you’re always there with him, keeping him company and being his buffer in all of the various social settings he finds himself in, but he can’t help but wish he was a little bit more like his brothers.

especially right now, when he’s sitting by the fire pit at the family lake house, a few of brother’s shared friends over for the weekend.

he’s sitting in a chair sipping on a beer, watching you partake in a heated game of beer pong with jack, luke, trevor, and cole. all day he’s felt a little…less than. watching you on the boat earlier dancing around to your favorite song with jack, not worrying about who might float by and see the two of you.

or when you were helping prep dinner, and trevor came up to you and struck up a conversation, talking a mile a minute while you kept up with and soaked up every word, adding to the conversation with just as much enthusiasm at the drop of a hat.

or right now, when cole is picking you up and swinging you around after you just won the drinking game, launching into your ‘secret’ handshake the two of you coined a few summers ago.

he wishes he could give you those things. the loud, crazy, fun atmosphere you seem to thrive in. he wishes he could be the guy to parade you around at all of the hockey banquets, introducing you to various people. he wants to dress up with you on halloween in the ridiculous couples costumes you always show him. to be the spontaneous boyfriend that goes diving off of the small cove cliffs on the lake like you love to do with jack.

but that’s just…not who he is. he likes to be quiet, observant, lowkey, private. he likes to listen to other people carry the conversation, and just chime in when he has something to add. he likes to drive the boat and watch everyone else splash around in the water, jumping in for a few minutes just to cool off before resuming his position on the driver’s seat. he hates going to the bar after games with his teammates, but agrees because he knows you like dressing up and going out.

he loves when the two of you spend time reading together on the couch, then order dinner in and watch a movie before bed. he likes the fact that the two of you can sit in silence, both comfortable enough to not feel the need to fill the space with empty conversation. he likes being able to come home to you after the loud environment of the game to the sweet whisper of your voice, because you know how he likes the soft tone after the arena full of screams and sirens.

but he can’t help but feel like he’s causing you to be less for him, seeing how much life you seem to have in times like these.

he’s broken out of his little pity party when you come running over to him. “quinny!! did you see that! we won! i won!” you fling your half-drunk self down onto his lap, beaming your beautiful smile to him.

“i did. looked like you were having fun,” he says with a smile, but his tone is flat.

he watches your smile fade slightly, cocking your head at him. “you okay?” you ask him, always able to tell when something’s not right in that mysterious brain of his.

“yeah, m’just tired. might head in early,” he tells you, drumming his fingers along the tanned skin of your leg, signaling he’s about to stand up.

“okay…well then i’ll go with you. just gotta tell the guys goodnight first,” you respond skeptically, removing yourself from his lap as he stands.

“no, no, don’t wanna ruin your fun. just come to bed when you’re done, yeah? don’t drink too much, sweetheart,” quinn shakes his head, placing a kiss on the top of your head before turning and walking away from you, leaving you confused.

you watch quinn walk up the stone steps, stopping in the dimly lit kitchen to hover over the sink for a few moments, staring out the window looking over the dark lake. you can tell by his body language something is bothering him, so you turn and walk over to tell the rest of the group that you’re heading to bed, ignoring their protests of ��you’re no fun! quinn’s made you boring!’ with a playful show of your middle finger as you walk away, following quinn’s same path.

quinn’s so lost in thought he doesn’t hear the kitchen door open or the soft pad of your footsteps walking towards him, only breaking out of his trance when he feels your hands make their way around his torso and your body pressed against his back.

“whatcha thinking about?” you ask him, placing a small kiss to the middle of his back through his thin t-shirt.

“nothing,” he tells you, his tone not convincing you. “why aren’t you out there defending your title?” he turns around so he’s facing you, resting his own hands on your waist.

“because something has you locked in that pretty head of yours, and i intend to find out why my boyfriend is sad,” you tell him in that soft tone of voice he loves, not wasting any time getting to the bottom of his odd mood.

quinn’s cheeks involuntarily flush, always having loved when you call him pretty. but before you can admire him too much he closes his eyes and throws his head back, sighing, not wanting to talk about how pathetic he is.

“you’ll just think it’s silly and pointless,” he confesses, knowing you won’t concede until you pry it out of him.

“try me,” you tell him as he looks down at you, seeing the cocked eyebrow and look of determination on your face.

he’s silent for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to explain it to you without making you feel like you did something wrong, because he knows you’ll immediately start picking apart what you could’ve possibly done to make him feel like this. but it’s not you, it’s his problem.

you continue to look at him with love in your eyes, silently encouraging him.

“it’s just…” he starts then pauses again, bringing a hand up to toy with your low ponytail. “do you…ever…y’know, wish i was different? more like jack? or trevor?” he finally gets the words out, shock taking over your features.

he watches your eyes go from loving, to surprised, to sad.

“quinn, what? no. never,” you tell him, shaking your head so vigorously he’s worried you’ll make yourself dizzy.

he brings his hands up to stop the movement of your head, leaving his soft hands there, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“it’s just…i see how you are around them. how…full of life you are,” he watches your mouth open and close, like you want to interrupt him but thought better of it. “and i can’t help but wonder if you’re missing out because of me,” he shrugs, removing his hands from your face to let them rest in half fists on your shoulders, a sad smile on his face.

reaching up to grab his hands and hold them in both of yours, you shake them a bit to get him to look at you.

“i’m not missing out on anything, do you hear me?” you tell him with such seriousness in your voice he’s almost worried you’re mad. “they’re a good time, yeah, but they’re not you, q.”

still not convinced, quinn let’s his doubt control his thoughts again. “i just know that they’re more your speed. they like to go out and party and have fun and i…don’t,” he can’t meet your eyes, not wanting to see the sadness settled there.

“with them you’re always talking and can be loud and spontaneous like i know you like to do. but with me it’s always whispers and quiet and hiding away in corners or at home. i don’t do silly dances with you in the boat without caring who might see or have a secret handshake when we win beer pong. i sit on the couch and read in silence. i sit in the corner and watch everyone else have fun when we go out because i don’t want videos of me all over the internet,” he continues, his tone growing more frustrated with each word spoken.

“i just don’t want you to wake up one day and realize you’ve wasted all this time with some boring guy who only wants to sit at home and only goes out when he has to or when you want to, not because he enjoys it,” he finishes, nearly shaking with vulnerability.

his words are a knife straight into your heart, not wanting to believe he really feels this way about himself.

“oh quinny,” you bring your hands up to cup his face, wiping at the moisture forming in his grey eyes.

he gives you a weak smile, turning his head to kiss your open palm, closing his eyes at the comfort your skin on his always brings him.

“i need you to know, that i love you, quinn hughes. i love you so much it hurts me sometimes. like, physically pains me. i look at you and i feel like my chest could literally bust open with how deeply i feel about you. and not just when things are good. all the time. every day. even when we’re fighting. even when you’re sad. even when you leave your socks stuffed in the creases of the couch,” you tell him, earning a small, wet laugh, because he knows how much you hate that poor habit of his.

“i love you when we’re sitting in silence on the couch because you just got home from a game and need a noise break. i love you when we’ve been reading for hours, the only sound between us the turning pages of our books. i love you when we’re sitting in the corner of the bar because you don’t want to be the center of attention when someone buys the team a round. i love you when you’re watching me be crazy and drunk on the boat because you want to make sure someone is sober and everyone is safe. i love you when you’re ‘boring’ because to me, you’re never boring,” you confess to him, feeling the small tear slip out of your left eye and down your cheek, matching quinn’s.

“you’re the person that i love with everything that i have in me. the one that brings me home whatever books i’ve been talking about wanting to read during our marathons on a random afternoon just because you were thinking about it. the person that sacrifices his alone time away from his team, and just hockey in general, to go to banquets and events because you know i enjoy those things sometimes. you’re the person that always watches my favorite silly shows with me, no matter how stupid they are. my personal chef, my human teddy bear, my best friend,” you whisper the last words, sniffling, noticing quinn’s eyes are now closed tightly.

“because even though i do enjoy being loud and rowdy sometimes, i enjoy being with you, more. i enjoy the quiet and the slowness of life with you. the time we get to spend together without distractions or expectations. so no, i don’t wish you were more like jack, or trevor, or luke, or cole, or whoever. because you’re like quinn, which is exactly who i want you to be,” your voice finally goes quiet, bringing your forehead to rest against his, hoping your words are enough to convince him that his insecurities are just that. they hold no weight and have no truth to them.

the two of you simply soak in each other’s presence, neither one daring break the intimacy of the words hanging in the air.

when quinn finally opens his eyes and leans his head back, he lets out a shaky breath.

“tell me not to get down on one knee and propose to you right now,” he tells you, a slight joking tone to his voice, earning a small chuckle from you.

“way to do a complete 180,” you joke back, once again tangling your hands in his hair.

he huffs out a small laugh, tilting his head back before brining it back up to look at you.

“thank you,” he breaths out. “i don’t know how i got so in my head, but all day i watched you have fun and i don’t know. i got lost for a bit.”

you lean forward to place a small peck on the tip of his nose, watching him scrunch it slightly in response.

“well, luckily for you, i’ll always be here to come in there and find you, bringing you back out here to me,” you tap your finger along his temple.

“luckiest in the world,” he beams down at you.

[reeeooohhheehee]

Thumbelina

tags : obey me x gn ! mc , scenario , satan x gn!mc , beelzebub x gn!mc , belphagor x gn!mc , barbatos x gn!mc , solomon x gn!mc , obey me mc harem , sfw

(BEEL AND BELPHIE’S PART IS CONNECTED)

wherein they accidentally turned you into a thumbelina. (oopsies)

SATAN:

He was shook when he saw you on the table. You were staring back up at him. You and he were working on a small project for a class in RAD and the potion you were making spilled onto you. Satan furiously flipped through the pages, having to turn you back to normal before Lucifer gets his hands on him.

“I’m sorry.” he said, smiling anxiously.

“I’m gonna shove my foot down your throat when I turn back.”

BEEL:

Beel wanted you to try eating a new dish that he found online! He didn’t really read the ingredients wherein one of them could shrink a human into a tiny little atom. The moment you laid your head on your bed and from the moment you woke up, you saw the world how a cockroach or a fae would.

Once Beel came inside your room, he tried looking for you up and down. He thought you were with Belphie so he ran up to the attic.

BELPHIE:

Belphie had your tiny body in his palm, blinking. “I could fold my hands and watch you die like this.” he said, smiling as he looked at you. You tried to scurry away only to be stopped by his thumb. “Oh chillax, I’m not gonna do that. Lucifer’s gonna have my head hung outside of the house if I do that.” Beel rushed into the attic, looking at you. “Oh Diavolo, I’m so sorry Mc! Please forgive me, I didn’t know what the food contained.”

Let’s just say before Beel bought anything new for you and him to try, he’d first read all the ingredients.

BARBATOS:

You had a few things to buy in the Human Realm and you asked him to accompany you. Barbatos agreed, no hesitations asked, and held your hand as he went through the portal. But when you guys came out, he was nervous as he held you in his palm.

Apparently, the portal had… a teeny flaw and made you small. “Oh my.. I am so sorry, Mc. Please forgive me.”

“You’re paying for my things.”

SOLOMON:

Solomon decided to laugh at you. He asked you to be the test subject for an experiment he conducted. You were the size of half a pencil because of it. “Stop laughing you shady wizard! Is there a solution?” you ask as he flipped through the pages of his potions book.

“Oopsies.”

“What? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY oOpsIes?” you exclaimed. “Guess who’s gonna stay like that for a week.” he replies. You ignored him for more than a week, even when you turned back to normal.

[accio-victuuri]

Bunny laoshi’s 1005 birthday CPNs Part I 🎂

I am giving it this title cause i’m pretty sure we will have more in the next releases or whatever. So yeah. First, I wanna thank you xiao laoshi for all the shiny presents he gave us for his birthday! we have been so blessed! I mean those photos from XZS? and the biggest CPN of the day which is him featuring the Leica camera we have been screaming about for the past days. Personally, we can skip all of these and that sugar alone is enough. But apparently, there’s more….

I will start with my favorite which is related to the birthday cake he was holding in one of the photos.

The person who designed the cake shared info on their creation. No problem. Anyone would be proud for making a cake for a celebrity like XZ. Yes, it’s camping themed. Which is a recurrent CPN in this fandom since both of them suddenly became camping enthusiasts around the same time.

This time the customer wanted to make a camping model, so I started looking for some pictures from my colleagues. But because Master Fang doesn’t make other store models, He finally decided to use the scene of Xinjiang grassland then add with other camping accessory of ours~

AND THIS CAKE SHOP IS LOCATED IN HANGZHOU. Who is in HZ? Who frequents HZ? Definitely not ZZ. So who had this commissioned??? I’m sorry but as soon as I heard Hangzhou, what came to mind is WYB. I swear. He is that city’s adopted son or something.

Out of all ZZ’s “hobbies” who would decided let’s do camping. I can only think of Bobo. And the delivery fee is 3k. There is really nothing top expensive when it comes to each other.

Next is how photos were with him holding the Leica. Kind of like how the camera was posted in WYB’s photosets in Paris. They are both showing off. Clearly.

When you put the bday messages from their studios side by side — it appears that the theme and pattern is the same. 😂😂😂😂

lament about how time flies >> one year role review >> talk about life >> good wishes

I mean it’s not the most unique format but it’s so cute seeing how similar. even how it’s split in paragraphs.

Tho I have to say wyb’s was very very special. That message made me tear up.

WYB is about to go home, Paris to China and he is wearing Ralph Lauren. Yes, ZZ is endorsing the fragrance but it’s still an interesting choice.

I am cackling tho cause you can see that WYB was online at midnight! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It got some people nervous. Will he greet XZ? Will he comments on XZ’s bday post? I mean what’s going on???

Turns out, WYB posted about his experience with the Chanel PFW. This is the perfect time cause he is literally leaving Paris. What’s funny tho are the people commenting. It’s BXGs. Because come on, who’s awake? It’s us. We are awake cause it’s GG’s bday. I took a screenshot, just look at the pfps. I think by the time I publish this post, it will be overtaken by so/os cause one fan club asked other so/os to comment. Lol.

Some are saying the first words he used to describe the show are actually for ZZ’s photos but i really don’t buy that. and well, he is gonna see the love of his life soon ^^ I really hope they get to spend sometime 1005 or over the weekend 😌😌😌

and well the repost on ZZ’s birthday post on his own weibo is another story too 😂😂😂

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AND SOME LAST WORDS ABOUT ZZ PULLING OFF THIS CAMERA CANDY TODAY. It’s actually a joint effort. Intentional or not, I’m all for it. It goes to show that the way we speculate on things actually make sense and are not too out there. They could easily hide the camera if they want to block all the cpf talk but they didn’t. It was displayed proudly.

It’s one of those things where I think they/their team really listen in on what’s going on in the turtle fandom and they get to decide which ones will be given more fuel or not. Again, their relationship is between them, but imagine them willingly sharing this personal part of their life to us is making me 😭😭😭.

Whether it’s the exact same camera or not. XZS’ posting closed the loop of doubt. It’s not all on WYB’s side, ZZ claimed it too. and that to me is an iron clad cpn. No one can say that “WYB is just trying to feed the cpfs…”. It’s mutual.

It’s a lesson on believing in them. A couple of times this year, I’ve seen people question them. Always throwing tantrums for “lack of candy” and being annoying. Be patient. You will be rewarded if you just wait — appreciate them as people and enjoy the content they put out. It will come to us in time. Trust them. 🤍

-END.

[pablitogavii]

could you write smth where at like an event, people are saying that the reader isn’t rich enough or good enough to be dating pablo and she doesn’t tell him but he finds out and gets mad but the ending is sweet and cute <3

True Treasure

You attended one of the Barça events with Pablo after you finally went public about your relationship after five months of being together in secret.

Most of his fans were very kind to you especially since you weren't trying to use his fame for yourself but lived a normal life even when everyone found out you were his girlfriend.

You were very nervous about the event as it is because you get anxious in large crowds of people you don't know. And to make things worse some haters online really got you self conscious on your way there.

y.n.bebe

Barcelona, Spain

Ready for the dinner. Gracias amor por un foto <;3 @pablogavi

comments:

pablogavi: que guapa <3

hater123: that dress is literally so cheap!!

hatersclub: she looks so simple :/

besthater: nahh gavi buy her some clothes cause she poor!!

You were glad that Pablo put his phone on silent when he drove so that he didn't read any of those comments cause he would go crazy if he knew.

You didn't really care much abut branded clothes or shiny jewelry but when you arrived to the party, that's all you saw.

All the guys were in expensive suits, just like Pablo was and it looked so freaking good on him! All the women were either wearing Dior, Channel, Versace or some other brand I didn't even know about.

"You okay?" he asked snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you close and you just nodded faking a smile not wanting him to worry about this.

You were next to take photos and you never felt more uncomfortable. Everybody was looking at you smiling but all you thought was that they thought your dress was cheap and that you didn't belong here.

"Um..I'm sorry Pablo..I need some air" you said after the photos walking out to get some fresh air suddenly the whole room feeling stuffy and heavy. Pablo of course followed after you worried what happened.

"You feeling anxious princesa??" he said kissing your head and you just nodded your head looking at how beautiful Barcelona looked a t night from the balcony you were at.

"I'm sorry Pablo.." you said tears spilling down your cheek obviously not because you were anxious but because you felt like you didn't deserve him, like you were embarrassing him.

"Amor..que pasa? Tell your Pablito what's wrong please?" he pulled you in closer raising your chin and drying a tear from your face.

"I..don't belong here. I'm not rich enough..and I shouldn't have came" you said unable to keep quiet any longer really wanting to go home right now.

"Amor..where is this coming from huh? Of course you belong here! You're my girl and the most beautiful woman tonight" he spoke kissing your lips afterwards and you sniffled.

"But..but I'm not wearing expensive clothes like everyone here" you said and Pablo giggled pulling you closer into him and kissing the top of your head.

"And why do you think I chose you? Out of all those influencers flashing Versace in my face wanting me just because they want to be Barcelona Wags... I chose you because even in a simple white dress, you look breathtaking to me princesa.." Pablo spoke with his hands on your hips and you smiled blushing a little.

"R..really??" you say looking up and he smiled nodding his head and holding your face and kissing your lips lovingly.

"Mhm..now come with me and let's enjoy the party princesa!" he said and you nodded walking back inside spending truly a magical night together.

pablogavi

Love isn't about expensive clothes and jewelry...love is about connection, laughs, silly arguments and LOTS of cuddles! I can't believe there are people who can hate on such an angel who makes me so happy every day. My favorite thing she wears is my hoodie <3 Te amo princesa!! @y.n.bebe

comments:

gavifan: I read the comments underneath her latest post. some people are so hateful that it's unimaginable! just because somebody's not rich doesn't mean they are worthless. this girl is such a sweet soul and deserves all love that Pablo knows how to give <3

gavirafanclub: i love y.n because she is not one of those fake plastic influencers trying to get famous by being with gavi! she is the real one!!

y.n.fangirl: made me so angry to see them comment how her dress is "cheap" when it looked absolutely stunning on her! she's an 18 year olf girl and is dressing according to her age!

gavi_y.n_lovestory: this picture is soo cute!! she's so precious pablo! protect her at all cost <33

Pablo's post really meant a lot to you and it inspired all of your friends to stand in your corner as well which wasn't what you expected at all to happen.

mikkykiemeney story: people hating on this angel is unacceptable! true value is in your heart! <3 love you hermanita mia!

pedri story: amiga mia! you are more than amazing and we all love you very much! stop hating on good people!!

aurorapaezg story: hermanita mia preciosa! I love you so much and don't let any haters get you down! you're the best thing that happened to my hermano and we love you so much!!! <33

siramartinez story: I'm in complete disbelief that this girl is receiving hate! she's the sweetest human and always there to support her boyfriend! ps. pls let me borrow that dress cause it's bomb girl!!!

[scp230kinnie]

HIII!!I just saw the goth reader head cannons I was wondering if you go to more (or a fic thing up to you😭) with hunter sylvester?‼️ -anon🕷️

I CLOSED AND FORGOT TO SAVE SO IM REWRITING THIS FOR THE SECOND TIME (kill me😻)

Hunter Sylvester x goth! Reader hcs PART 2!!!!

Once again guys I am not goth though I am alternative, so if I get any information wrong or that should be removed, please comment or dm me and I will correct myself as soon as I can

Also sorry if some of these are the same as the other one I’m not rereading it

He honestly doesn’t care how you dress, but I mean the fact that you’re wearing all black is a major bonus

It honestly depends. Sometimes he'd love it, and other times, it'd give him anxiety. Like, on one hand, it's super cute, and he loves how it looks, but it also makes him *noticeably* nervous, since he's worried that people are staring at "his" person. And yeah, there *is* obviously the chance that they're just wearing it to look cool, but he'd still be a tad paranoid, lol.

He absolutely adores you. He loves seeing you in those long flowy black dresses

I’m pretty sure I wrote this in the last one, but he loves to watch you do your makeup

He does complain about how long you take to get ready though

And if he’s feeling REALLY REALLY NICE (rare) he might (KEYWORD MIGHT) let you do goth makeup on him. Makeup here being used loosely. Trad goth.

Only if you let him do corpse paint on you

Sharing makeup with ur boyfriend LMFAO

The movie is set in Oregon, idk if you’re changing that based on ur head or if ur shifting or something, but that place is full of “normal” people I’d say

So before you started dating, if you were in the same school at least, you were one of the only “alternative” people in school, and he noticed that

This guy doesn’t usually get crushes okay.

He’s married to metal

But he liked your look

You can decide how you guys meet/start dating cause there’s infinite ways

He appreciates your individualism, and that’s a part of why he likes you

He’s definitely called you emo a few times (I’m so sorry)

Teach him somethings about goth culture.

He won’t sit down and let you lecture him, but occasionally if you say some comment about the culture he’ll probably retain that information

He doesn’t really care, but he wants you to be happy, so maybe he’ll do a bit of his own research

He loves concerts, so he will accompany you to goth concerts even if he doesn’t listen to the music

He uses his dads card to buy you clothes and accessories

He will come to thrift stores with you.

He’ll say he thinks it’s stupid

Something about how he wouldn’t wear someone else’s clothes

Just force him to go through t shirts and maybe he’ll find some good band tees (neither metal nor goth but I have found sws and mcr shirts at thrift stores)

Even if he does buy some thrift store band tees, he’ll probably complain about how he could get them new from concerts or online or something

But he’ll buy you whatever you want

Imagine doing that one tiktok trend that’s like “guess whos outfit is whos 😁” and forcing him into some black dress LMFAO

speaking of tiktok, social media, whatever, he doesn’t like posting. He’ll scroll through and look and metal memes or something, but he doesn’t like posting himself and is hesitant to let you post him

But if you do post videos/pictures of him and compliment him and do couples trends, he’ll say it’s embarrassing but he secretly likes it

I imagine him telling someone about you and the other person is like “goth girl *lip bite*” or something thinking you’re like an e girl

First off, he’s a little possessive of you

Second off, (assuming you’ve taught him some stuff about being goth) he yells at them and tells them off and something about how e girls are weird

If you teach him how to take good pictures, he’ll be your personal photographer, especially if he really likes your outfit

If you actually go and ASK him to take pictures of you he’ll complain and tell you to do it yourself but he’ll do it for you anyway because he loves you

If you wear those long boots, (same goes for emos who wear knee high converse) sometimes he’ll untie them, just pull the laces or whatever just to fuck with you

He’ll go to record/cd stores and see one of the bands you like and he’ll buy it for you

He loves you no matter what you look like. I mean maybe not if ur a country person but… for the sake of fiction he loves you

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Leave sweet home requests if you’re reading this

Also what piercings do you guys think I should get (I already have septum, navel, industrial, and ears)

[jujumin-translates]

Sakuya Sakuma | [R] Keeping Your Love All to Myself | Sakuya-kun’s Love Life!?

Sakuya: Hmm… What should I get the Director for White Day?

Sakuya: (I want to give her something she’ll be happy with, but there’s so many things to choose from.)

Sakuya: (Huh, is that Kasumi-san over there?)

Sakuya: Kasumi-san, hello!

Kasumi: Hello, Sakuya-kun! Never thought I’d run into you here.

Sakuya: Same here! Are you out shopping too, Kasumi-san?

Kasumi: No. I just finished doing an interview and I’m on my way back to the publisher.

Sakuya: Ah, I see…! I’m so sorry to hold you up like this while you’re working!

Kasumi: Fufu, don’t worry about it. I was planning on taking a break and taking my time getting back.

Kasumi: Anyway, about what you just said… you’re in the middle of doing some shopping right now, Sakuya-kun?

Sakuya: Yeah, I am, but…

Kasumi: …But something is troubling you?

Sakuya: Huh, how’d you know!?

Kasumi: I could tell just by looking at your face. Feel free to confide in me, I’m always willing to talk things out with you, okay?

Sakuya: …Thank you so much! Well then, is it okay if I talk to you about it a bit now?

Kasumi: Yes, of course!

Sakuya: Actually, I’m worried about getting a gift for someone dear to me for White Day.

Kasumi: I see, White Day is coming up, isn’t it?

Kasumi: …Wait, someone dear to you!?

Sakuya: (Huh? The Director has always looked out for me, so she’s someone dear to me, right?)

Sakuya: Yeah. But I’ve looked at so many different stores, but I still don’t know what to get…

Kasumi: Your face is so serious, Sakuya-kun… That person must be really important to you.

Sakuya: Of course!

Kasumi: So in other words, this is about your love life…!

*Wind blows*

Sakuya: Huh? What was that? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that because of the wind…

Kasumi: No, it’s nothing! Anyway, this means you have to put all your heart into picking something out.

Sakuya: Yeah!

Kasumi: Right… I think it’s pretty standard to give sweets in return, but I think something like a handkerchief would also be nice to get…

Kasumi: If they’re a busy person, something like bath salts or hand cream could be a good idea around this time of year.

Sakuya: Ah…! That reminds me, she did mention that her skin has been feeling a little dry lately!

Kasumi: Then I think hand cream would be just the thing! It looks gorgeous and I think it’d be the perfect thing to give in return.

Kasumi: Right, right, there’s a new hand cream that just released that smells like sakura and it’s really popular with women right now…

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Sakuya: Thanks to you, I was able to decide on something to give her! And thank you so much for telling me about the store that sells the hand cream, Kasumi-san!

Kasumi: Fufu, you’re welcome. I’m glad I was able to help you, Sakuya-kun.

Sakuya: Well then, I think I’m gonna head off right away!

Kasumi: Head off… to the store that I told you about?

Sakuya: Yeah! If it’s a popular hand cream, then I need to get there as soon as I can or it might sell out.

Kasumi: But will you be okay on your own? Do you want me to come with you?

Sakuya: Thank you for your concern. But I’ll be fine!

Kasumi: I see. Well then, take care, okay?

Sakuya: I will! Thank you so much for your help today, Kasumi-san!

*Footsteps*

Kasumi: …

Kasumi: (I’m still worried though, since it’s a little complicated to buy high-end cosmetics. I’ve still got some time before my break is over…)

Kasumi: Alright, I’ll go and check in on him just a little bit!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: I’m here…

Sakuya: (I don’t come to places like this very much, so I’m a little nervous, but…)

Sakuya: (I think this is the store that sells the hand cream Kasumi-san told me about.)

Sakuya: Excuse me. I came here to buy a hand cream that smells like sakura…

Store Worker: The new product that was released last week, correct? Excuse me for asking, but did you make an online reservation, sir?

Sakuya: Huh, reservation?

Store Worker: Yes. That item has become very popular, so most people come here after making a reservation…

Sakuya: I-I see!

Sakuya: I’m sorry, I didn’t make a reservation… Do you have to make one in order to buy it?

Store Worker: No, if there are any left in stock in the store, we’ll be able to give one to you.

Store Worker: Would you please wait here a moment while I go check?

Sakuya: Yes! Of course!

Kasumi: (Way to go, Sakuya-kun! Please let there be some in stock…!)

Azami: Hm? Is that Kasumi-san?

Yuki: What are you doing sneaking around like that?

Kasumi: Azami-kun and Yuki-kun!? Umm, well, about that…

Sakuya: Huh? That voice… Kasumi-san?

Kasumi: S-Sakuya-kun!

Sakuya: And Azami-kun and Yuki-kun too… Are you three shopping together?

Yuki: I don’t know what Kasumi’s doing, but Azami and I came to check out the new high-end cosmetics.

Kasumi: Right, right, I just bumped into them by chance. I just… had something important to attend to.

Sakuya: I see! Ah. Kasumi-san, I was able to get the hand cream!

Kasumi: Really? I’m glad!

Sakuya: Me too. It seems like it’s really popular, but the store worker told me they had just one left in stock…

Sakuya: Now I’ll be able to properly give her a gift in return for White Day. Thank you so much, Kasumi-san!

Kasumi: (Aaah, Sakuya-kun’s shining smile…! It seems like he’s really happy to have gotten the hand cream.)

Kasumi: …So precious.

Azami: Okay, seriously, what the hell’s going on?

Yuki: Right? I don’t know either, but I think we should just stay out of it…

[notmorbid]

all the acorns on the forest floor.

dialogue prompts from all the acorns on the forest floor by kim hooper.

you're biting your nails. you're nervous.

you're not old enough to die.

i want to die first. is that selfish?

i never thought i believed in fate, but maybe i do.

sometimes you have to be okay with what i don't want to tell you.

you'll always be my soulmate in another life.

my god, you don't age.

i'm opposed to baby vegetables, categorically.

are you not happy?

i'm starting to wonder if i'll always be disappointed.

i think i want you to respect me.

i said i'm not awake.

you've gotta see the worst in people to stay alive.

tragedies are indiscriminate.

you're allowed to change your mind, if you want to.

making peace with the old demons of adolescence?

strange how you can be so close to someone and just lose touch.

i wanted to call you so many times.

you should start an adventure company called 'on a whim and a prayer'.

irrational hatred is the most potent kind.

i was skeptical at first, but you made me a believer.

i've become such a bitter bitch.

marry someone sane and patient and kind.

i did and do love you.

fear comes with parenthood. it's part of the deal.

it's like i'm in a different world with you.

god, i want to consume you whole.

maybe we've both gone crazy.

i know you've been upset lately. i'm sorry i don't always say the right thing.

it's like you're picking at an open wound, keeping it from scabbing over.

don't touch me, if you can avoid it.

let's just take it one hour at a time.

have you thought about going to a grief group?

i didn't want you to be right, but you were.

i just don't understand life sometimes.

now you've got me crying.

i read this article about people who want to be vampires. they buy blood from strangers online.

our kid selves would cringe.

who could bring a kid into this world?

you seem happy. it's something in your posture.

yes. you are a better, more advanced human being than all of us.

leave me alone. i'm fine.

i've never really been on a date before.

do you think i'm a fool?

my parents can't stand the sight of me.

you deserve to feel love.

i've always wanted to be ordinary.

i'm just curious. i'm allowed to be curious, right?

i trust you to do whatever you think is right.

you pity me. i can tell.

[talesfromthesnogbox]

BNBG (Brand New Babygirl)

Summary: Alex buys Henry lingerie, Henry decides to recreate the Intimate Words video for him in turn. Sequel to I Want Your Video, but can be read as a standalone!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5,187

AO3 Link

I Want Your Video AO3 Link Tumblr Link

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Henry was thinking of doing something stupid.

Well… not stupid so to speak, but something… uncharacteristic for him. Not that this was the first time he’d ever do anything wildly out of character.

You see, a few months ago, Henry did something for his friend Pez, stepped way out of his comfort zone, and ended up getting himself way more popular online than he already was, possibly a new kink, and a boyfriend. 

The boyfriend in question was Alex Claremont-Diaz, a lawyer that worked for Henry’s publisher, and quite possibly the most perfect man on the face of the planet. Smart, kind, considerate, gorgeous, talented with his fingers… and tongue… Henry really couldn’t have asked for anyone better.

Shortly after getting together, they’d decided to move Alex into Henry’s brownstone. Neither had ever lived with a partner before, but both of them loved it. There was an adjustment period of course, sharing a space with someone after living alone for years meant their routines had been totally thrown off, but the adjustment was worth it.

One thing Henry was never prepared for though was how much Alex spoiled him.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Alex to show up to Henry’s floor of their office building with a bouquet of fresh flowers, or his favourite tea, or lunch when his meetings ran long (his second book was this close to releasing). An excellent cook, Alex would come home and start lavish dinners when he could, taking the time and having the patience to teach Henry a thing or two in the kitchen (that didn’t involve either man’s pair of lips and a lack of clothing). Henry had become quite fond of baking, and in turn would show up on Alex’s floor of their office with a fresh batch of cookies for him and his coworkers.

Little gifts here and there meant Alex was thinking of him, and Henry had accepted them all gratefully. Alex had never been shy to offer his boyfriend a gift, until one day a month before the second book release date.

How to Keep a Heart, the much awaited sequel to Henry’s debut novel was due to release in exactly one month, and Henry was exhausted. The stress, and meetings, and marketing, so much had gone into this book, he wasn’t feeling like himself anymore. 

“I’m sorry love, I know we said we’d have date night tonight.”

Alex shook his head, rubbing comforting circles on Henry’s back. “Baby it’s okay, I’ll cancel the reservation, why don’t we order a pizza or something and throw on a movie.”

The last thing Henry wanted was for his stress to interfere with Alex and their relationship.

“Pride and Prejudice?”

Alex kissed Henry’s cheek and got up to order their pizza. When he came back to the couch, he was holding a small shiny bag, something soft wrapped in tissue held within it.

“I have something for you… it’s—I—I’m not sure it’s the right time to give it to you though.”

Henry smirked, holding out his hands for the bag, but Alex stepped away. “I was going to give it to you tonight to I dunno, help you feel sexy or something, but I don’t know if it’s right to do that when you’re feeling this stressed. And! And I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything with it or—I just want to preface this by saying I love our sex life.” 

“Alex you’re making me nervous.” 

“Sorry, I know I’m fucking this all up, I just haven’t bought… well I have, but I’ve never dated a man before you so this is kind of new territory.” He shook his head. “Nora once told me that when she’s stressed, she doesn’t feel good about herself, so she buys herself something nice to help that feeling go away. So I thought maybe if I bought you something nice you’ll remember how fucking gorgeous you are, and how much I love you and desire you. It’s dumb, I know, and you probably don’t—”

“Alex.” Henry was smiling. “Alex love, may I please see what’s in the bag? No matter what I’m sure I’ll love it.” 

Reluctantly, Alex handed Henry the bag. 

Henry shot Alex a grateful smile as he dove into the tissue, pulling out a neatly wrapped parcel. Carefully as to not rip the tissue, he pulled at the sticker and lifted the tissue.

“I-it’s really dumb, and we’ve literally never talked about this and maybe you’re not into it… it’s totally okay if you’re not into it, I can return it and we can forget this ever—”

“Oh.” Henry’s face blanched slightly as he held up the item. “It’s… it’s very soft.” His eyes widened as he turned the scrap of fabric in his hands. Alex’s gift was beautiful, and clearly made to fit someone with his anatomy, but Henry had never actually owned any lingerie. The light pink satin matched the colour of one of his favourite shirts. It was simple, entirely satin and elastic save for the strip of baby blue lace at the waistband, the material quite thick and looked well made. Gold beads adorned the strings of the baby pink ribbon tied in a bow right at the front, he almost hated to admit that immediately, he wasn’t opposed to the idea of owning it. Henry understood why Alex gifted him this. The thong was unlike anything he’d owned before, normally he was quite conservative in his underwear choices. 

“I’m sorry baby, I know we should have talked about this together before I went out and… I don’t know what I was thinking—” 

“Alex, love, you’re spiralling.” Henry stopped him, smile on his face. “Is this something you’ve thought about trying with me?”

“I-I mean, yeah. Baby, you’re beautiful, and I want you to feel like you are too. It’s just a little something extra to make you feel as sexy as I know you are.”

“That’s very sweet love, thank you. I don’t know if I’m quite comfortable wearing this yet, but can I think about it?”

Alex nodded enthusiastically. “Take all the time you need, and if you decide you never want to wear it, that’s fine too.”

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“Lingerie?!”

“Pez! Keep it down, the whole restaurant doesn’t need to know this.” 

Henry had met Pez for lunch the next day for their longstanding weekly catchups, he’d filled his best friend in on the gift he’d received last night.

“Sorry Hazza, was just picturing you wearing it and I think I blacked out for a bit. Do you have a photo? I bet your sexy little arse looks fantastic in satin.” 

“Well I haven’t tried them on or anything.”

Pez tilted his head and assessed Henry. “Yet you’ve mentioned this little unmentionable to me, so you’re considering it, aren’t you.”

“I—” Henry’s cheeks flushed bright red. To reiterate, Henry was thinking of doing something stupid. Or… uncharacteristic. Stepping outside his comfort zone was not Henry’s strong suit.

“You are! I honestly don’t see the problem here babes. It’s just fancy underwear, and he’ll be the only one seeing ‘em anyways. You’ve already experienced la petite mort on youtube that thousands have seen, so what if your boyfriend wants to ogle you in some sexy panties in the privacy of your own home.”

“Yes but Pez, I’m a man. The first man Alex has been with. I… does he miss being with women?”

Pez tsk’d and took Henry’s hand. “Has he mentioned missing being with women?” Henry shook his head. “Well there’s your answer. Henry my love, it’s just fabric, I wouldn’t read into it too much. I own lingerie, many of my male partners have owned lingerie, hell I bet you even Philip owns—”

“I beg you to not finish that sentence.” 

“Point is babes, it doesn’t mean anything other than your hot lawyer boyfriend wanted you to feel sexy. Own it. And if you’re not comfortable going right for the big guns, I can send you some stuff to help you work up to it.”

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Unfortunately for Henry, his best friend had always been true to his word, and by the end of his work day, there was a shopping bag left for him at the receptionist’s desk. 

There were only a few pieces, nothing over the top whatsoever, in fact a lot of it looked like things Henry wore every day, except instead of the worn cotton he was used to, the boxers and briefs in the bag were soft lacy things. The only outliers were a three pack of thongs from Armani, a brand of underwear he knew and loved already… he’d work up to that.

For the next couple days, Henry dipped into Pez’s bag of tricks, washed and hiding at the back of his underwear drawer. The lace felt much the same, only… breezier, and the more he wore it, the more he understood why Alex thought he would enjoy lingerie. No, nobody would see it, not even Alex, he’d decided… not yet anyways. It was a secret for Henry to know and nobody else to find out. But he felt mischievous knowing he was in the office, in meetings, chatting over coffee in the canteen with his publishers, knowing under his neatly tailored pants he was wearing a pair of black lace briefs that made his ass look like a dream. 

The stress from the upcoming release never went away, but he felt a switch within himself flick on when he caught a glimpse of himself in the morning, freshly showered and nicely cupped in lace. 

Days before his book release, he decided to finally try one of the thongs from Pez’s gift. It was… strange. From the front it looked no different than any other pair of Armani briefs he owned, but from the back… seeing his ass on display sent a shiver of pleasure through him. He threw on a pair of jeans, hyperaware of how the denim felt against the bare skin of his ass for the first time… ever. 

He went through the motions of his morning, brewing an Earl Grey the way he liked it, catching up on the news, and finally, joining his sister for their weekend FaceTime calls.

“It was all quite dramatic. But then I said… Henry, are you even paying attention?”

“S-sorry?”

Bea giggled on the other end of the line. “Baby bro your head is up in space. Is it the book release?” 

“I-I-I…”

“Did something happen with Alex?”

“Bea I’m wearing a thong.” 

She raised her eyebrow. “O-okay, and judging by your face, it’s the first time you’ve worn one?” Henry nodded. “Ah well I suppose it takes some getting used to. I was still in secondary school when I bought my first one, with Amber Smith y’know, dad picked us up and I ran right to my room and hid it from mum. But we’re adults now so no having to hide sexy underwear from nosy parents.” Bea gasped. “Is this a sexy surprise for Alex?”

“Y’know, you’re way too invested in my sex life as my sister.”

“Oh shut up, you’re like my best friend, we can talk to each other about this.”

Henry did love his sister dearly, and she did occasionally have sound advice. 

“I-is it supposed to feel like I’ve got a wedgie all the time?” Bea cackled loudly. “It’s not funny! Do people just walk around like this all day?”

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After some thorough research, Henry concluded Bea was right, it did just take some getting used to. He found that he liked the way the thong gave him a clean base under his trousers with no visible lines, and he’d forgotten what he was even worried about… it was just underwear. 

The day of his book release had finally come, and Henry was happier than he’d been in months. His publisher had hosted a small party the night before at an indie bookstore where one hundred fans were invited to kick off sales. That morning, he’d posted on all his socials, knowing soon enough readers would be commenting and tagging him in posts with their thoughts. He’d decided to take the rest of the day off to relax and enjoy some free time before he really got to work on his third book, the only thing planned was a dinner with Alex, and the surprise that would follow.

“Dinner was lovely, thank you for treating me.” Henry left a light peck on Alex’s lips. “What do you say about a cozy night in?”

Alex smiled, the smile didn’t reach his eyes, but he didn’t say anything admitting disappointment. “Sounds great baby. Star Wars marathon?”

“Mmmm, you know me too well. I’ll just freshen up, but I’ll meet you in the living room.” 

Henry tore away from his boyfriend, grabbing the scrap of fabric and his vibrator from the Intimate Words shoot. Opening himself up and placing the vibrator took barely any time at all. Henry had been thinking about this all week, eager to finally give his boyfriend a weekend full of pleasure after the craziest months of their lives.

Once the toy was placed, Henry finally slipped on the soft pink thong Alex had gifted him just a month ago. He’d been experimenting, and he was used to seeing himself in pretty things, but this made him look exquisite. The pink satin was shiny and delicate against his skin, full and smooth where it held his partially-aroused dick. The blue lace complimented his alabaster skin, and brought out the colour of his eyes, but he knew Alex wouldn’t be focusing on his eyes tonight. 

Henry felt powerful as he positioned himself on their king bed, draping himself over a pillow, the remote to the vibrator hiding underneath it. From the mirror he’d positioned in front of the bed, just a few feet over from where it usually lived, Henry assessed himself. Nothing had even happened yet and he already looked debauched, his hair a glorious mess, the flush from his cheeks trailing down his chest, his pert nipples pebbled from the mix of the chill of the room with his partial nakedness and the anticipation of what was to come.

He cleared his throat, heart pounding, and called for his boyfriend. “Alex, love, would you mind giving me a hand with something?”

“Coming!” He heard his boyfriend call from down the hall. Oh you will be darling. “What’s up—” Alex entered their bedroom, and his jaw went slack. “Wow.”

“Hi dear, sorry if I startled you, I gave your little gift some more thought, and it turns out you were incredibly correct,” he trailed a hand along the lace at his hips, “I feel very, very sexy.” 

“O-oh my god, I… you… dios mio baby you’re a fucking wet dream come alive.” 

Alex rushed forward but Henry put a hand out. “Ah, one more thing.” He reached under the pillow and tossed the remote to Alex, gesturing to the plush chair in the corner of their bedroom. 

“What’s this?” 

Henry turned to retrieve the manuscript off his bedside table, hearing Alex groan as his ass came into view. He looked over his shoulder, wiggling his ass a little with an arched back, and pulled aside the thong to reveal the vibrator nestled deep inside him, with the L shaped base nestled snugly against his perineum.

“Well, you’ve watched my little video a few times now, I figured it’s a big day, why not recreate it. I know you’ve been dying to read the scene Shaan asked me to cut from the first draft, let me narrate it for you love, if you’d let me?” 

“H-holy fuck baby, really?”

“Tell me where you’d like me, Alex, this is your fantasy.”

Henry giggled as he could practically see the horny ideas float through Alex’s head. “I’m in charge?” 

“Yes love, my pleasure is in your hands. But—”

“I’m in charge but you’re in control. I know baby.” Alex stripped down to his boxers, his length already thickening with arousal. He handed Henry a pillow, and Henry knew already what Alex wanted from him. Bashfully, he swung a leg over the pillow, lowering himself so his own bulge still wrapped in the silky thong hung over the front of the pillow. “Look at you baby, already knowing what I want, like such a good boy.”

A shiver ran through Henry at the praise from Alex. He wiggled a bit on the pillow, the movement securing the vibrator in place, before starting as he did on camera.

“Hello love, my name is Henry Fox, and I’ll be reading from How to Keep a Heart by Henry Fox.” He giggled cheekily, watching Alex’s expression morph from full concentration to a goofy smile. 

Henry dramatically flipped the first page of the manuscript, eyeing Alex flirtatiously as he thumbed through the pages. “You absolute tease, you don’t remember what page it’s on?”

“No love, I didn’t memorize the page number for where the omitted sex scene started. And tease? How am I the tease, you’re the one controlling the plug in my arse. The plug that isn’t vibrating yet I might add.”

“Relax baby, it’ll start once you start reading.”

Henry rolled his eyes, but the smile gracing his features gave him away. “Chapter seven. The coast was clear; James tugged Gabriel past where the guards should have been stationed, and through the heavy door of his private chamber. He wasted no time pushing Gabriel against the door, and finally kissed him senseless. He hadn’t so much as tasted his lover since his father sent them away, and James was aching with need.” Henry shot Alex a look, and rolled his hips pointedly.

“‘You came back for me.’ Gabriel whispered in disbelief against the taller man’s lips. ‘No, you came back for me. Not my father’s jewels.’ ‘James mi amor, how could you ever believe I cared about some stupid shiny rocks more than you? You’re mi tesoro.’ James shuddered as Gabriel’s hands wandered down to his bottom. They’d only made love once, but James was shaking with need. His cock swelled as he ground himself against Gabriel’s thigh, torn between pulling him towards the bed, and wanting to give into his own pleasure right here against the door. His desire to be thoroughly fucked into the mattress won out, and he pulled away, reaching for Gabriel as his knees hit the edge of the bed. ��I’ve been thinking about you, every night when the castle is quiet and the candles are snuffed out, but my fingers are nothing compared to your cock.’”

As Henry read on, the rest of the room falling away as he distracted himself with his own story, Alex clicked the button on the remote.

“James took Gabriel’s thick length in hand, and oh!” Henry’s head shot up to lock eyes with Alex, who’s deep brown eyes were solid black with need. His jaw went slack, the vibrations not powerful enough to throw him entirely off course, but distracting enough to make him want to stay in this position and ditch the manuscript. 

“Well? Go on baby, you were saying something about Gabriel’s thick length?” Alex took that moment to lower his boxers, his own hardness standing proud between his legs as he took himself in hand. Henry whimpered at the sight, and couldn’t help the roll of his hips against the pillow between his thighs. “So pretty for me baby, but those noises aren’t in your dirty little book, are they?” 

Henry shook his head, and brought the manuscript up to read from again. “James t-took Gabriel’s thick length in hand and swiped his thumb over the h-head, spreading the bead of pre-cum at the tip.” Henry’s abdominals contracted, momentarily taking his breath away as Alex pushed the vibrations to the next level. “‘I-I’ve never…’ James started, looking at Gabriel through th-thick lashes. He’d been wondering what the dark haired man would t-taste like, how it would feel to have him pump his s-seed down his throat, but James settled for a chaste kiss to the underside of Gabriel’s shaft— O-oh my god Alex.” 

His hand moved of its own volition towards his own hardness, and he shuddered as he drew circles over the soft satin of his panties. He reached in, over the waistband, but Alex suddenly stopped the vibrations. “Ah, ah, ah.” 

“Fuck.” Henry whimpered, his groan of frustration almost embarrassingly loud as his head hung forward. 

“No touchy.”

His hips rolled, trying to at least massage his prostate with the bulbous head of the vibrator, but it wasn’t enough. “Alex, please…”

“Begging already are we baby? Good boys don’t touch themselves when their boyfriend is supposed to be in charge.” Alex gave Henry a pointed look as he thumbed the underside of his dick. 

“I’ll be good, I promise. I just need…” 

“You need to stop touching yourself and let your toy do the work for you.”

Henry panted, but nodded all the same, adjusting himself so the head of his cock peeked out the top waistband of the panties. “Didn’t want to get them all messy.” 

A smirk crossed Alex’s face. “Mmmm, we’ll see how clean they stay.”

“James kissed his way up Gabriel’s oh god—” Alex pressed the button on the remote, cycling right to the midway point on the vibrator’s intensity. “F—fuck Alex.” Henry’s voice turned breathy, and his chest heaved as he fought to stay upright atop the pillow. “James kissed his way up Gabriel’s chest, licking into his belly button, stopping right under his strong pecs. He traced the underside with his tongue, teasing the skin around his nipples, smirking as his lover cried out under him.”

“Hey baby,” Henry’s eyes snapped up to meet Alex’s, “d’you wanna try something for me?” Henry nodded frantically. “Can you touch your pretty little tits for me please?”

A punched out moan left Henry’s lips, his hand shook as he dragged it up his torso to cup his flat pec. He threw his head back and ground his hips down into the pillow, whimpering as the vibrations finally hit just the right spot on his prostate. Henry had a past, Bea and Pez loved to joke about his “slut phase” (although Pez knew a lot more about Henry’s sex life than he cared to admit), but surprisingly none of his past lovers had ever given any attention to his chest. His hips stuttered as he gathered the courage to press into unknown territory and thumb over his nipple lightly.

It immediately pebbled under his touch, and a zing of pleasure shot down his spine as he did it again. “Christ”, he whimpered, arching his back into his hand. Precum dribbled from his dick, and he knew without looking it had already stained the pretty blue lace at his hips.

“Fuck sweetheart, look at you. So goddamn beautiful like that.”

“Wish it was your hands, your tongue Alex.” 

“Don’t forget about the other one.” 

Alex’s smirk was wiped off his face as Henry dropped his manuscript and locked eyes with him. He licked the pad of his thumb, keeping eye contact as he dropped his hand to his chest and thumbed the other nipple. His jaw went slack, and he leaned back on his other hand, grinding down on the pillow in earnest. Alex was speechless watching his boyfriend so lost in his own pleasure. He clicked the remote, upping the intensity of the vibrator and snickered as Henry let out a yelp of surprise. 

“Feel good baby?” 

“F-fuck. Incredible. Aahh shit.” He mewled. Henry’s hips thrust upwards and his abdomen contracted as the vibrator hit his sweet spot relentlessly. His thighs trembled and he repositioned himself again further back down the pillow so he could grip the front of it, knuckles going white. “I’m so fucking close Alex.” He sobbed. Alex upped the intensity again. If Henry was counting correctly, the toy was one setting away from full speed. His balls drew up as his already laboured breathing turned ragged, and he chased his pleasure, knowing he looked properly debauched now.

Just as he felt the beginnings of the tingling in his toes, the device stopped again.

“J-jesus christ Alex, fuck.” Henry’s heart pounded in his chest, his vision was blurred through frustrated tears. “Please let me cum.” 

Alex’s smirk was cocky as he stood from his chair, dropping the remote onto it carefully. His own dick was dripping, hard and hot, neglected as he’d instead watched his lover chase the pleasure for both of them. He drew a hand up to Henry’s cheek, wiping the tears away. “Not yet, mi amor.” 

A shudder ran through Henry at Alex’s casual use of Spanish. He knew it did something to him, and using it in the bedroom, when he was so close to finishing, was mean.

“Let me help you, baby.” He guided Henry down off his knees, and onto his stomach further up the bed. “Is this okay?” Henry nodded, whimpering as Alex joined him on the bed and drew his knees up under him. Even though he was still wearing the satin panties, Henry felt exposed. His head rested on his hands, chest on the bed and ass in the air. He moaned as Alex pulled aside his thong, tracing the tip of his finger around the rim of his hole. “Stay there.”

Henry heard Alex move off the bed. It could have been a minute, it could have been an hour, the throbbing of his hard cock was the only thing he could focus on until he heard the familiar snick of a bottle opening. Again, the scrap of fabric between his cheeks moved, and with a light tug, the vibrator was removed from his ass. His hole clenched around nothing, and fluttered as Alex’s fingers gently circled his rim. 

“Alex, don’t need it. Please.”

“Hen I’m a lot bigger than your vibrator. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t care, need you.” He wiggled his ass, trying to find any purchase he could against Alex’s thumb.

Alex nodded and began to slick up his dick with the lube he’d run to grab. Henry shivered in anticipation, gasping quietly when his boyfriend’s cock head finally tapped his hole. Alex eased in slowly, but Henry revelled in the feeling of the stretch. 

“Fuck baby, you’re tight. You’re sure you don’t need my fingers first?”

Henry shook his head. “No, too close. You feel so fucking good, please.” 

Once Alex was fully seated, both men shuddered. As much as Alex didn’t want to hurt Henry, the lack of prep made Henry’s ass tighter than it ever had been any other time they’d fucked. In turn, the fullness had Henry reeling, he held on for dear life, not wanting to cum until he was allowed to.

“Alex… please move.” Alex groaned deep as he gripped the other man’s hips, pulled out almost all the way, then thrust into Henry. It had only been a few moments, but Henry was already so fucked out, quiet gasps were the only sounds leaving his lips.

“Look at yourself baby, how fucking gorgeous you look.” Henry had forgotten about the mirror he strategically placed in view of the end of their bed. With all his strength, he tilted his chin straight, and groaned at the sight of them. Henry’s ass, full cheeks bracketed Alex’s trim waist as the tan man pounded into him, abs tight and glistening with sweat, clear focus gracing his features. 

The tip of Alex’s dick grazed Henry’s prostate, and from there he knew it was nearly over. “F-fuck, there… right there—” a choked out whimper left his throat as Alex relentlessly hit that spot. “I can’t—”

“Can’t what Hen?” Alex stopped all the sudden, panting and rubbing Henry’s back.

“For god’s sake Alex, I was about to cum.” He wiggled his hips, thrusting back as best he could on Alex’s dick. “Please let me cum.” 

Alex laughed. “Alright sweetheart.” He reached under Henry, and carefully pulled the front of the silky panties down, then thrust in again hard, knowing he’d found the right spot by the way Henry mewled. It only took a few more thrusts before Henry’s ass was clenching around Alex’s cock, his orgasm ripping one from Alex.

Henry shook, his toes curled, his hips pushed backwards into Alex erratically, and his fingers knotted in the bedsheets as he came with a shout. A steady stream of tears rolled down his cheeks as he felt Alex’s release fill him.

They both panted as they came down from their highs, Henry whining as Alex slipped out of him and moved him to lay down away from the wet patch he’d created.

“Surprise!” Henry blurted out breathlessly.

“Jesus Hen that was one hell of a surprise.” 

“Thank you again, for the gift. They’re beautiful and you were right, it does make me feel really sexy.”

Alex knocked his forehead against Henry’s, kissing his nose. “Sexy doesn’t even begin to cover how good you look. Selfishly, I’m really happy you decided to try it out.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to Henry’s, lazily kissing as they caught their breaths.

“Well… I kind of worked up to it you see… I have a whole new underwear drawer I’ve been keeping hidden from you, maybe I’ll show you sometime.”

“Oh my god I love you. Does this mean you’re open to me buying you some more pretty little pieces?”

Henry smiled deviously. “I think I’d rather like that.” He pushed Alex onto his back, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists to the bed. “Who knows, maybe I’ll do a whole sexy photoshoot for you,” he kissed Alex’s neck, “send you pictures at inopportune moments,” a peck placed softly to his lips, “maybe a video or two of me playing with myself…” Henry smirked as he felt Alex’s dick twitch beneath him. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes Henry, I’d be very much into that.’”

“Yes Henry, I’d be very much into that.” 

 Henry chuckled and fell back onto his place on the bed. “Did all that live up to your expectations?”

Alex kissed him softly, dragging Henry’s mostly naked body closer. “Exceeded them. By a long shot. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, and it was really fun having you boss me around, but maybe next time I can be the bossy one.”

Alex’s eyes went wide. “Fucking deal, sounds good, send me a g-cal invite and I’ll be there.”

Henry slipped the thong off and tossed it aside before snuggling into Alex more. “Hmmmm I know we should get up and shower but I’m so comfy here.”

Alex chuckled, stroking Henry’s hair lightly. “Give it like ten minutes and you’ll feel disgusting. How about we shower, grab David, and throw on Bake Off?”

“Sounds lovely sweetheart.”

“Talk to me again about that collection of sexy underwear you have now?”

Henry shook his head, smacking Alex’s stomach. “Another surprise for another time, love.”

“Can’t wait.”

[kittsu-and-company]

In Broad Daylight.

// Aka writing thing teehee

Trigger Warning(s): Manipulation

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Kittsu felt glued to her spot in that moment, watching the man who had been nothing more than a suspicious, reoccurring character, sob by the fountain. She watched from afar as Achlys hid his face in his hands, Espeon by his side, clearly attempting to comfort its trainer. She wanted to approach, ask if he was okay but… was it really safe?

He has done nothing but help her so far, yet the phrase “wolf in sheep’s” clothing jumped to her mind for a fleeting second, something that would’ve caused Kittsu to turn tail and leave in any other situation. But he’s crying, something was wrong! The overcast day boasted sunbeams peeking through damp gray clouds, shining light upon various buildings like a natural spotlight.

Nobody would be stupid enough to hurt someone in such a public place, in the middle of the day no less? And she should have more faith in her ability to keep herself safe, anyway. She could take care of herself, and she knows her limits.

Kittsu cautiously approached the still sobbing man, trying to make herself seem more approachable than she felt. Achlys’ Espeon, oh what was its name, watched her approach with a blank expression, before sauntering forward to rub its head against her leg. She felt like she needed to sneak while approaching the man in front of her, though she didn’t try to stop the Espeon’s shattering of her attempt of stealth.

Achlys didn’t look up even when she stopped just a few feet in front of him, awkwardly thumbing the occupied Luxury ball in her pocket in case anything went south. She bit her lip as he continued to cry, still trying to find her words.

“…Excuse me?” The man suddenly went dead silent, shit, was that a bad move? “Are you okay..? Achlys?” She felt her nails dig into the hand still hidden in her pocket, before withdrawing both of them into a more friendly position. “I’m uh- I’m sorry if I’m bothering you-“

“No, no… hello.” Achlys raised his head to meet Kittsu’s nervous gaze, trying to wipe tears from his eyes still. “What brings you here, kid?”

Kittsu pauses for a second to breath, why was she so nervous? He’s just a poor guy having a rough day from what she sees right now, why does she still feel alarms going off in her head? “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay… do you need anything? Can I ask what’s wrong?” Achlys stares at her for a beat too long, the silence broken by nothing but mindless chatter of nearby Fletchling.

“It’s nothing… my coworker just told me about someone posting about me online. Happened a lot when I was a kid, bullied had a lot of fun with it.” Oh. Kittsu’s apprehension immediately drowned in pooling guilt at those words, stomach dropping straight to the floor by weights of shame. “It’s hard. That’s why I don’t go on social media, because I had a friend get doxxed from something similar. They had to move away, and I never saw them again.” Kittsu wanted to be sick.

“I-I’m sorry… is there- uh- anything I could do to help..?” She fought tears weighed by guilt pricking at her eyes, Arceus she was too high strung for this right now. “Well, I was going to go buy food for Day, but the store is going to close soon and I don’t want to go alone.”

Well Arceus, if that wasn’t suspicious Kittsu didn’t know what would be. But she’s clearly already caused so much pain- she’s wrecked Sprite’s family and Coral’s nerves, and she doesn’t want to hurt anyone else. Sun peeking through the clouds now fleeing for the horizon shine glowing lights that bounce brilliantly off of the fountain’s bubbling water. He’d be stupid to do anything in broad daylight. The Espeon, day rubs against her legs once more.

Kittsu holds out her hand, and notes how the weight of Ember’s pokeball sat in her pocket; ready.

[abigail]

Sorry to ask, but besides all your outfits being amazing, the clothes on themselves are a dream. May I ask where do you usually buy them? I wouldn't be able to figure how to even begin to look for some of the stuff you have. Thank you very much!

this is so cute of you omg honestly don’t apologise !! nearly everything i get is secondhand actually, im lucky to have quite a few good vintage/charity shops around the area i live and before i continue actually please trust me when i say i didn’t buy everything overnight or anything,, i have a lot of good items (imo) that i’ve managed to find over a long long time (some of my favourite items that i still wear i’ve had for years for example) like .. idk getting a wardrobe you truly love and have lots of ‘key items’ i suppose takes time so bare that in mind too :-)

but yes yes if you don’t have many secondhand stores in your area or even if you do and want more options then you can try online on sites like vinted, depop, ebay etc etc ! on ones like vinted and depop people these days usually tag their listings with aesthetics similar to the style so like.. as much as these really niche tiktok aesthetics are not it for me (i could really go off about then but anyway) some of them are actually helpful when it comes to that ! but in my opinion it’s always best to just know what you’re looking for so you’re not scrolling for hours .. like if you want a vintage white dress don’t just search ‘white dress’ try and be more accurate with your search so like you could include sleeve length or dress length and if you want to lace or tulle maybe or even if you know the sort of era of the styles you enjoy the most you can include that too (like 70s white lace long sleeve maxi dress for example idk !!)

as for non secondhand i do use asos quite a bit tbh but only if i know what i want lol they have so many things and styles on there i wouldn’t ever just scroll though all their skirts for example, its the same as before id have to know roughly what i want (eg pink mini skirt or white puff sleeve blouse or whatever)

there’s also a few independent sellers who make their own garments too that i really love if you’re curious i can do a list of those (however ! many i haven’t actually purchased from as i can’t afford to oops i always have to save up to buy from them but i can still list them if you want! i’m just aware im already rambling on a lot in this reply already im sorry)

anyway i hope this was somewhat helpful ! whenever i get asks like this i do always get nervous because i realise saying it’s secondhand is not helpful at all waaa but yes i hope you find lots of things you love !! and please know if you ever see me wearing something you like you can ask me where it’s from !! if it’s secondhand i can check if it’s for a label so you can search that on ebay/vinted etc or if it was secondhand online i can tell you how it was described on the listing or what i searched to find it etc etc in hopes of you finding something similar ! :-)

take care ! ♡

[supertron64]

Tagged by @punkspike for 5 things I like...

1) fashion... ummm... well I'm no designer or expert or anything. I Just Like Buying Clothes. 👍 I have a few outfits I really like and just wear them when I go out until I get tired of them and then switch to a new outfit. I am the guy who needs 5 hours to get ready to go to the grocery store to pick up one item and then leave. If I'm going to a place where I know lots of people will be, then I will do anything in my power to look as good as I can. I am a little vain. Sorry!!!

2) animals. Ummm I dunno what's with me and animals in general but I have such a strong emotional connection with them. That makes me sound like I'm crazy. UM. I just love animal. Bugs. Bacteria. My friends. I tear up when i see an animal so beautiful. The wrorld is full of little things who don't understand the concept of love but we love them anyway <3 my favorite animals are Penguins and Monkeys. 🐒🐧

3) water. WELL. I like to swim alot and be in water.. the beach, pools, lakes, baths, showers. I like it so mach. And little aqua toys with water. Like snowglobes and freezable ice cubes and other things. If it has water in it, I'll love it so much and look at it forever. Like a moth looking at a lamp ☝️

4) talking to friend online! I am so happy to talk to people. I think I come off as Weird And Off-putting sometimes just vecause I get so excited. I'm selectively mute so I just. Don't get to have interactions like that in public. It's VERY hard for me to make friends irl!! So when I meet people online we just chill and be dope and so swag over text. And because I have that time to get used to them + know them, it's easier to open up and eventually get to the point where I'm comfortable to talk to them vocally. Sometimes I get lucky and push myself to skip the point where I'm nervous but it's been scary lately!! I mostly shut down when I'm anxious + stressed.

5) skull. I like . Um. Skeleton. And the stull.

I tag.... ummmmmmmm.. anyone who wnat to do this.... and my good friend dookie the dastardly.

[parkourninjaxd]

I'm gonna make this post cause it will comfort me to know it exists in some way that others can see and not just live in a vent note on my phone. It's just a goodbye letter to a friend I had and lost sometime ago. If you happen to see this Connor I hope you're doing well, but I don't expect that to happen. If you know him tho please don't bother him with this, he doesn't deserve that. He doesn't want to be friends with me anymore and I want to respect that. I'm still gonna write it like he was gonna read it, but only for myself so that it's easier for me to write.

Looking back I remember being so excited to meet you specifically. When Kate and I were on our second date she talked about how you were into Godzilla and such and I was just blown away that I could finally meet someone else that liked that stuff. I'm not much for online connection so finding a real person was so cool and really healed my inner child. It validated this long held insecurity that I was childish for liking tokusatsu. And when we met you were just as cool as I'd imagined. I really wanted to impress everyone since I was so new, but that also made me so nervous. That was the night I drew bomb-chan. As we hung out more I kinda just drifted towards you more. I remember trying a lot to be the best friend I could. That's why I'd try to draw weird monster designs. Whenever you thought my designs were cool I always felt proud. Like yeah I'm happy with the design but Connor liked it and he's got great taste so it must be really good. Like that whale gorilla one. I was soo sad I wasn't there to fight it. Oh and I'm still sorry about the mouse thing. But I got to help you clean your house or buy last minute groceries or go with you to see Ultraman and Kamen rider. I don't know if it meant as much to you, but the opportunity to be someone's friend was so life changing. Like I had never really gotten to experience that kind of friendship before. I just wish we could have spent more time together. I loved Ultraman night. I was so sad it was so hard to do. Driving back and forth is a lot of gas but God I still wanted to go so bad. It was so much fun learning about Ultraman. I was also so impressed by the things you knew and how much you enjoyed it. I'm sorry for not following up on planning more. I'm also sorry I couldn't say any of this before everything happened. I always thought you deserved better friends than Chris. I've only heard a few of the things he did and I only knew him for like a year. But I wish you the best. It broke my heart to hear those things and I hope you can find a better friend than him. I'm sorry if I ever did anything that unintentionally hurt you in any way. I know I wasn't perfect but I didn't need to be. If I made a mistake or did something wrong you let me know and we were still friends. I think that's everything I needed to say. Best wish- J

If this does happen to reach you and you wanna talk to me, feel free, id be happy to.

[chill-that-ur-inmyhead]

Do you have an alarm clock? What time is it set to wake you up? 6:45 am, 7am and 7:15 am!

Do you like knock-knock jokes? ah they aren't my favourite

Are you currently more hungry or thirsty? thirsty

Are you waiting on anything right now? i am waiting for feb exams to be over (just a week to go)

Do you prefer your singing voice or your talking voice more? sadly I cannot sing so I suppose talking voice wins

The last person you met for the first time: What do you think of them? I suppose it would be a client at work. I felt sorry for him since he is looking after a friend's estate at 75 and admits its draining him.

Have you ever been described as shy? Is it true? yes when I was younger and in school I kept in my shell but I think going to university and entering I am less shy

Name the last awkward moment you encountered: hmm I can't think of any off the top of my head

If I could make you anything to eat right now, what would you want? Surprisingly, I am not hungry at all, I'm about to go bed in an hour

Do you prefer earphones or the ear-muff style headphones? earphones

What colour are your jeans / trousers? (pants) Black leggings

Do you type pretty quickly? sure

Do you remember when you first went on the internet? Yes, I had an email address set up and I would message my friends to go on club penguin!

What do you smell of currently? just an aroma of the day

What was the last gift you received? CASH MONEY! For my birthday and some flowers which are lovely

Are you religious? Is this something you were raised with or developed? Yes I believe in God but I don't practice

When was the last time you saw rain? Last week although the weather has been dry, sunny but chilly and it is my favourite.

How often do you forget important things? Not often currently

What is one way someone could completely put you off on a first date? Someone that lacks compassion for sure

What about a way someone could make you like them more on a first date? They are a goofball and can make me laugh but it is difficult because sometimes I don't even know my humour.

Do you enjoy going to gigs / festivals? I haven't been to one in ages. Hardly go to festivals, they are so expensive and I'd only want to see one or two artists from the line-up so might as well go to individual concerts

What was the last music video you watched? Did you like it? Halsey's Colors music video - she looks gawjuss in it and it is such a fascinating video that I haven't watched in ages

Times tables: Which one did you learn first? Either 2x or 5x

Do you ever buy people random gifts? (When it’s not their birthday, etc) I don't but maybe when I am earning I could do

Are you more prone to blackheads or spots / pimples? Spots on my chin currently! So annoying

Do you fiddle with the phone cord when you talk on the phone? WOW I haven't spoken on a phone with a cord for a long time

Do you refuse to use public toilets? I do pick and decide which public toilets I deem acceptable but generally I will go.

Do you save your online browsing history? Only on my laptop, not on my iphone

How many books have you read this year? It is only the second month in and I am currently reading 3 books concurrently

Are you good at guessing things and being correct? Depends

If you could have any colour as your natural hair, which would you choose? I am okay with being blonde maybe a bit lighter would be cool

Does your voice change when you talk to certain people? For sure

How often does your computer freeze up? I just bought it last year so it should never freeze up and fingers crossed it hasn't yet

What do you do when you’re nervous? Focus on my breathing - usually take long sighs

[television-pil0t]

The worst part is I genuinely love him. I love him so bad. I love everything about him. From his laugh to his shitty jokes to the way he insults me to make me laugh just enough to almost not realize it hurt a little. I still get nervous around him. Sometimes just because I know he can be pretty mean sometimes. I never bring it up because.. tbh I’m just kinda scared he’ll call me weak. I know I’m not. I’m stronger then him that’s for sure but I guess that’s why it would be so annoying for him to say? Like how could you say that? I’m still crushing on him. Not in a “I get butterflies” way. Even tho I do. But in a “I want him to be impressed. I want him to be happy with me. I want him to love me atleast a little bit as much as I love him.” Kinda way. He used to say “oh I love you more” and it would honestly be completely true a month ago because.. I mean you know what you did. It felt kinda good in a way. To finally genuinely be loved more? Not like I did anything with that information/feeling. I’m the riddler I’m not about to take him though some trials just to see how much he’ll keep loving me, but it did feel good. Now I KNOW I love him more than he loves me. It’s just like.. mm. This again. I love him. He can do just about anything to me again and I’d just smile and take it. Vent online because if I confront him he’ll either cry or get mad. So all I can do is love him sometimes. I just remember him telling me “I always love you but sometimes don’t like you” and just sit here and think. Idk shits crazy. I love him with such a fire inside me. It’s the only real thing I feel. When I’m not around him a crave him while being completely content with what I’m doing all alone. It’s like I fight myself. I love him. I live for him and his joys and laughs. I’m the sun that rises so people can see him and I’m the sun that sets so people can go to sleep remembering him. I love to see him laugh and I wish to see him dance. I want to see him run around outside and clean his room. I wanna see him just sitting there listening to music. I wanna see him cry. I wanna see him beg me for forgiveness while I beat the shit out of him. I want to look down and see his fucking blood on my god damn hands and splash it back in his face. I wanna kick him in the stomach for making my hands dirty. I want to hear him scream and beg and tell me he’s fucking sorry. God I just want him to scream he’s sorry one good time and maybe I’d be ok then. The physical pain would never add the fuck up to anything he’s put me though. Atleast he’d look at me and genuinely be fucking scared. I want him to be scared of me just as much as he knows he needs be because I love him. I want to keep him safe and I want him to know I genuinely mean well. I want him to come to ME with his problems. I want him TO CRY TO ME! I want him to need ME! I want him to want ME. Me and me only. I fucking LOVE him. It’s not fucking fair the shit I have to go though. I don’t wanna meet your fucking friends I just want you. As long as your right beside me then I’m fine. Then everything is fine. To kiss his lips and hold his hand. To look at him and knows HE KNOWS I can replace him if I wanted but I just don’t wanna. For him to need me. I wanna feel him grab on to me and hold on for dear fucking life in fear. I don’t care what clothes and make up he puts on I just want him to ask if he can post a picture of him before he does it. Am I insane. Sure. Of course. Yet I want that. I never want him to think for a second he’s above me that fucking f*gg*t bitch boy. I can’t stand when he thinks he��s better than me. I love him. I love him so much. More than anything. I’d do anything for him. No matter how much I wanna hurt him I love him 10x more. I wanna hold his face. I wanna tie his shoes just as much as I wanna help him take off his clothes. I wanna be there for him. I wanna buy him things. I know I can’t buy everything. I know I can’t get him everything. Surely not happiness but I will get pretty damn close. Everything he needs. I wanna be there while he works. I wanna come home and cook.

[goron-king-darunia]

Annon-Guy: 1. How's progress on the Shawl? 2. Do you still have the Syphonia/RWBY BBTAG interactions in you Ask Box? 3. I hope you liked my Tales Of fighting game idea video.

Hit a snag. The yarn I wanted to use seemed like a big ball of thin yarn so I thought it would work, but I underestimated how big the shawl was. So I tried to buy more but the colors I'm looking for just... don't exist? This is gonna trigger an unskippable cutscene. Sorry. I am full of stories.

I tried to color correct the pic so you can see the colors as they look to me in real life since my room lighting is bad. But let's start at the beginning.

Be me, age 11-13. Taught how to knit from the young age of 5 with more freedom to spend my own funds on craft stuff once I got to the double digit ages. Dollar Stores and craft stores are on practically every corner (along with video game stores, both of which I miss.) Buy tons of novelty yarns in bulk from places like Big Lots and Michaels with my spending money because they're pretty and I am an ADHD hoarder who may as well be a dragon. Have pretty yarn for years that I'm too nervous to use because I want to use them on something good. Wind the yarn into balls to fit the storage bin better. Forget I own umpteen billion yards of yarn. Move on to sewing as a hobby and buy the crap out of fabrics and Joanne's, barely make the head and arms of a Tails Plush because you couldn't win one at the faire that set up in your neighborhood for a week. Rinse and repeat for several hobbies. Spend most of the time gaming.

Become adult. Realize your home is a mess and at least a little of that is your fault. Get on a cleaning spree to at least organize your things. Start finishing old projects like the Tails Plush because it feels good. Use finishing projects as a reward for cleaning because unlike video games as a reward, you actually keep tidying if you aren't distracted by the other stuff on the computer and only have minimal distractions of meatspace. Clean out a box with some white yarn and find a half-finished knitting project along with instructions. Realize you have no idea what row you're on so you frog the project (unravel the yarn) and start over. Use the knitting as a reward for cleaning. Realize that hey, this pattern is cute and it's summer and, at the rate you're knitting, you could probably complete the whole afghan in time for Christmas to make a Christmas present for your partner. Knit as a reward and during free time (except when you get wildly absorbed in Eggtober.) Succeed in making a cute, heart-themed afghan for your bae. Look for other patterns to make for other friends and family so I can use up this metric ton of yarn. Decide on a cute shawl pattern. Find a pretty ball of yarn that seems big enough. Start shawl. I will refer you back to the image above.

The bottom bit is the shawl I started and the top one is the shawl I'm working on since the new colors don't match the old colors. See, shopping for yarn can be hard, especially if you're like me and don't keep the tags the yarn comes with (I am filled with REGRET. Why would younger me toss those out?) The bottom yarn's colors are, to me, magenta, lavender, blue, and turquoise, primarily Magenta and Turquoise. So I figured "This is a pretty distinct set of colors, I can't find the tags but I can probably find these colors..." So I search online. The first thing comes up is the Red Heart Super Saver Bon Bon print yarn. Colors are hard to tell online but they look similar enough and none of the other yarn that comes up seems close. But I don't want to buy without checking, you know? So I go Michaels near my house to see if they have that brand and print or anything similar. They do not. So I go to Walmart which supposedly has that brand of yarn in that print. I do not find it and the closest thing I find is too saturated. So I go to Joannes and their selection is better but still no luck. Bon Bon doesn't exist anywhere near me to compare it to and all the other yarns just aren't the right colors. Decide to just buy Bon Bon yarn online since it looks cute and it might be the correct colors. Yarn arrives in mail. Yarn is the right brand and print but alas, Bon Bon is not the correct color. Bon Bon is Bubblegum Pink, Hot/Neon Pink, Cotton Candy Blue, and Sky Blue.

Decide that if the yarn is this hard to find, it probably doesn't exist anymore. Admit defeat and resolve to just make the shawl with Bon Bon print instead.

Not sure what I will do with the original pretty yarn. May make it a scarf and carry it with me on the off chance I find something with the right colors to match with it. Either way, it won't be wasted, I just can't make a shawl that's completely that color. Maybe I'll frog it back a tiny bit so it's at the start of a row instead of the middle and just complete the shawl with a neutral color like white so that I have a shawl with those pretty colors. I still think that could look nice. Or maybe I'll frog it all the way back and make something else like a central motif square on another afghan? Who knows?

All I know for sure is that I currently cannot complete my initial shawl that I first started, so I'm doing the same pattern in Bon Bon because I ordered enough yarn for it and it's still kind of cute. Might gift this one to my mom since she's cold often or I might make another for her in some other colors I have? I recently saw this cute Yggdrasil Poncho pattern circulating on Tumblr that I might want to try. It looks like it works well as a pattern for several different colors of yarn. Like I said, younger me bought lots of novelty yarns, but in small quantities, so that mostly lends itself to granny squares, small projects, or things like this that incorporate many colors. Point being, I have lots of unusual yarns to make use of so what started as a reason to use up old yarn ended up with me buying more. Like a doofus. Because they probably don't make the color combo I'm looking for anymore.

2. Probably. It's most likely just buried in my ask box. 3. I do like the idea! I just haven't finished watching the video yet because my attention span is GARBAGE.