#SORRY TARE! ;A;

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20, 28, 29 please 🥰

Thank you Tare! <3

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I think it's a tie between Just Another Day and Flowers and Thorns

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

AMNESIA! I loved writing that first chapter and I'm stoked to write the next parts! My second favorite is tied between All parts of my OYS verse (Just another day, Oh Your Smile, and Briar Rose)

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

In my last ask, I mentioned my all-time favorite from this year was from Breaking Free (isn't Free) chapter 36. But I'll give my second favorite passage here.

From Amnesia:

At that moment, Loid felt his heart clench so tightly within his chest that if it hadn’t been for the sound of the heart monitor, he would have thought it had stopped. Anya, his mind registered without prompting and his hands itched to yank the blanket from around his legs and go to her. While her voice was soft, he could faintly hear the worry within it and he couldn’t stop the rising self-loathing at himself for being the source of her anxiety. His little girl who tried her hardest at school even when she didn't want to study. His little girl who struggled to make friends. His little girl who adored her mother and was happy to go on ootings with the only family she had ever known.

Anya, his little girl, was calling for him and he couldn’t get to her.

"ChiChi?!" Anya cried, sounding more awake and drawing him from his internal storm of emotion. He looked up to see the girl scramble from her mother's arms and run for him. She was so small… but she ran across the distance as if her life depended on it and attempted to launch herself onto the cot.

But she was too small. She was always so small…

She huffed and turned towards Yor, raising her hands in a demand to be lifted. "Anya wants to sit with ChiChi."

"Anya-san, your father is injured," Yor cautioned, looking torn. "You shouldn't -"

"It's alright, Yor," he cut her off, gently. "I…as long as you don't squirm too much, I would very much like to hug you, Anya."

Anya's green eyes turned to him, wide and shocked. It was almost like she was looking through him rather than at him, as if he had said something that didn't quite fit.

And never had he hated himself more than at that moment. He was her father, adopted yes, but he had never shown her the true affections of one. Head pats only counted for so much, holding her when needed only counted for so much, tucking her into bed, helping her with homework, playing Bondman with her on a whim…

The affection was there, but it wasn't true. It wasn't what it should be. It wasn't what Anya deserved.

And he'd be damned if he didn't at least try to be a better father to her. She had almost lost the only legal parent she had (something Loid would have to talk to Yor about when the time was right) without knowing that he loved her. She was his world. She had breathed meaning into his mediocre life of office work and patients with her bright smiles, quirks and all.

His eye stung as Yor carefully lifted the little girl and placed her in his arms. He pulled his daughter close and buried his nose in her hair, an intense storm of emotions - guilt, affection, love, sorrow, and determination - flooding his mind. His body slowly began to relax as he drew her closer and her arms curled around his neck, her pink hair tickling his nose, but he didn’t dare move her.

Especially when, after a few moments, he could hear quiet sobbing coming from his shoulder.

He had always hated the sound of kids crying, and this was no different. But he forced himself to not pull away, to not shush her, to refuse her this chance to cry. She was scared and kids cried when they are scared. It’s the nature of things.

Instead, he speaks.

"I'm so sorry, Anya," he whispered, hugging her tighter. "I'm here. I promise I'm here and I'll never leave you like that ever again."

[deakwithit]

imagine finding anco and loving their music then googling them only to see 4 mid white dudes LMAOO 💀

[writhingleviathan]

You guys have no idea how unwell I am for William Afton.

He has put a hex on me ever sense I laid my eye on him. I want to strangle this man and make love to him. This fucking bastard fills the hole from my shit dad and drives me crazy because of it. HOW THE FUCK DOES MY MIND THINK HE'S A GOOD MAN TO BE THE DILF I WANT TO BE LOVED BY, FUCKED, AND WANT TO KILL HIM. WHY?? I HAVE SO MUCH GUILT FOR LIKING HIM IN ANY WAY. IN MY HEAD WHOLE DIFFERENT FNAF STORY BECAUSE OF HIM AND STILL A MONSTER IN IT, BUT I STILL FIND A WAY TO LOVE HIM?? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME.

I just want the golden rabbit for myself. No one else can have him. Even if he is monstrous, I desire him more than anything in the world. In a fuck up wish, I wish he was real so I feel what would it be to have normal desire a real one and maybe he will eat me up like a hungry wolf that merely pretends to be harmless. I would enjoy every part of it.

[dragoninahumancostume]

My dad jokingly called me fat and my mom told him that she'd kill him if I become anorexic and he told her that I couldn't be because I had to choose only one mental problem and I couldn't have them all, and I asked which problem I chose, and I thought he was talking abt depression, and he said issues with my parents. He fucking knows what he's doing and he's having fun with it, apparently. Why. Literally what's so fun on messing with your child's mental health. What's so fun on yelling at them for making a mistake or not understanding something. What's so fun on making them feel like the worst person ever if they don't help you with the garden. What's so fun on making them scared of making a mistake or doing something wrong because they'll get hit, even if it's always been a simple small flick on the shoulder or forehead. What's so fun on making them insecure and afraid of answering anything because it's always wrong. What's so fun on not letting them ask for help because you can't explain things in a different way without raising your voice. What's so fun on belittling their fears. What's so fun on making them feel bad for wanting affection because if they ask for one too many hugs a day there must be something wrong.

[rebelband]

@tareloin i dont know anything about deltarune is this the microwave that other anon talked about

no but I'm losing my mind

[maulsoleum]

everytime an allistic or non autistic person interacts with my posts completely disregarding the context or the fact it’s about being autistic i lose about 10 years off of my undead life

[tareloin]

So I was thinking of Aran Ryan's entire "luck of the Irish" schtick.

(cont. below the cut)

First things first: Aran Ryan in Super Punch-Out!! (SNES) was completely different than Punch-Out!! (Wii). Just reading the wiki shows there's a huge divide between the personalities and the general appearance (like, aesthetic-wise).

Of course, he was definitely just taken by the creators of the Wii version and redeveloped to be more appealing as an opponent, but as many people have asked in the MANY videos I've watched: what the hell happened to him to become the dirty boxer of the ring?

Between the redesign and the personality switch, I'm wondering if Aran Ryan had faced some sort of disdain from American audiences because of the history of discrimination towards Irish Americans (or the Irish in general) in the US (assuming the WVBA hosts challenges in the US and that he boxed in the US at one point. But also I have NO idea so just disregard this paragraph if this makes no sense canonically [sobs] ). Even barring that, if the fight with Little Mac in the SNES version happened in the US, an American audience probably would've sided against him anyways because 'murica

In any case: the phrase "luck of the Irish" was originally a phrase of contempt rather a positive one, and it's possible that as Aran Ryan was growing in the ranks, he faced a lot of flack, with people claiming that any victory that pulled him out on top was just a matter of luck (despite him having a pretty good ELO/win-loss ratio) and watering down anything he's trained really hard for. (I doubt that he doesn't train hard, in the Wii version he literally tears fingers through his gloves from beating the shit out of a punching bag.) He knows that it's a phrase of contempt, and it's very obvious that not a lot of people are on his side.

This could've possibly worn down on him over his time as a boxer. With his popularity dwindling and him generally being a disliked/forgettable opponent in the ring, it might've been a drastic snap decision. Maybe he decided that if people wanted to make him out as a dirty cheat, fuck it. If they want an entertaining fight in the ring so bad, then he'll give them exactly what they want... and much, much more.

So, Aran Ryan decides to lean into the reputation that he's built as a boxer. He decks out in ridiculous amounts of lucky symbolism. He leans heavily into the stereotypes of his country until his character's practically indistinguishable from his true self.

... This made more sense in my head before I started typing this all out. Hopefully this doesn't break canon or anything LMAO

[fuzzyautumninmetal]

Nurse!Reader x 141 and stickers

How I think the 141 would act if Nurse!Reader gives out stickers to all the soldiers they patch up on base: This is my first headcanon

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish absolutely fucking loves the stickers, like he's lowkey obsessed with getting one. His sketchbook is covered in the stickers you give him and if there's no more room for the stickers that's okay. He'll just buy a new one. Lowkey gets pouty and sassy if you forget to give him a sticker after patching him up.

And we are done. Good as new 

Soap wait's patiently with his hand stuck out 

What are you waiting for Soap?

Fur mah sticker. Obviously

Oh shit. Sorry, I forgot

Whit dae ye mean ye forgot? dae ye nae care aboot me anymair

Grow up you drama Queen

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick Is a bit like Soap in a way he loves the stickers. They make him happy in this fuck up world, when he get's his sticker for being a brave boy, as you say, he wears the sticker all day as a badge of honour but if he looses the stickers randomly in the day he gets kinda pouty when he asks for another one 

Can I have another sticker please?

Did you loose yours already?

I didn't mean too! I think Soap stole mine. Pretty please can I have another one

You know the rules. Unless you're injured I'm not giving you a stickers

Cue puppy dog eyes

Goddamit Kyle. Fine, here's your sticker but don't loose it

Captain John Price felt a bit silly at first when you gave him a sticker. He's grown man, he doesn't need a sticker for getting patched up but he very quickly grew to love receiving a sticker off you. He asked if you'd tare the paper the sticker is on, they're easier to save then. He doesn't stick them anywhere but has a small box in his office where he stashes them. For safe keeping.

Why don't you wear the stickers?

Because it ruins them

Ruins them?

Yeah. I like to hold onto them

Do you stick them anywhere?

Nope. I have a small box specifically for the stickers you give me 

Simon 'Ghost' Riley thought the stickers were a stupid idea, he's a grown ass man. Why would he want a sticker for getting patched up? He isn't a child. That's what he tells you but secretly he adores them. He'll moan and grumble as you slap one onto his chest but the moment he's in his room, Ghost will carefully peel it off his shirt and stick it in a scrapbook. Once got a little upset you didn't give him a sticker, he left the infirmary pretending he didn't care but 1 hour later he came back

Why didn't you give me a sticker?

Because you don't like them. You said they were stupid

Well. That's because they are. M'not a child

Then why are you asking why I didn't give you a sticker?

Ghost quietly grumbling and sticking his hand out

Can I just have my sticker please 

[persevereforahappyending]

No Man's Land |8|

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader

Summary: Sam can’t help but be drawn to the cute stranger from her gym, even if everything about them makes them the perfect suspect, just when Ghostface has returned.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 3.1k+

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You were lying on your back on the floor of Sam’s apartment, one of your arms was tucked under the pillow you had stolen from the couch, propping your head up a bit. You didn’t bother with a blanket; you weren’t going to have a comfortable sleep anyway and not because you were lying on the floor. You didn’t lie when you told Sam the floor was more comfortable, you’ve stayed in a lot of places, having to sleep in the most awkward positions, the floor was always the best. Even at home you had the habit of sleeping on the couch more than in your bed, anytime you laid in the bed you got restless, it was too comfortable.

You were woken up by a floorboard creaking near your head. Your knee came up, knocking into the back of the legs of whoever was standing over you. As they came down you jumped up, grabbing one of their arms to fling them to the side of you. When their back smacked against the floor you swung your other leg over, so you were straddling them as you brought the knife you always had tucked around your ankle to their neck, pinning their hand you already had in your grip above their head in the process.

“Wow,” Chad whispered.

You blinked a few times, fully waking up and finally noticing it was Chad you were on top of.

“I’m sorry,” Chad whispered. He held up his free hand in defense.

You took the knife away from his neck and slowly released his other hand. “Sorry,” you rasped out as you got off of him.

“It was my bad,” Chad sat up. “Should have known to never sneak up on a soldier,” he smiled, trying his best to lighten the mood.

“You got some quick reflexes,” Quinn said in a flirtatious tone. You looked over to see her sitting at the dining table, sipping a cup of coffee.

You huffed out a laugh, but your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. You got to your feet and held out your hand to help Chad up. “Wanted to ask if you wanted to grab breakfast?” Chad asked.

“Is everyone joining?” you asked.

“If they get up,” Sam mumbled as she came out of the kitchen with her own cup of coffee. Her eyes were half closed as she sat the mug on the dining table. It looked like Sam either wasn’t a morning person or she didn’t get much sleep last night.

“Tara!” Sam called out as she made her way back through the apartment to what you assumed was her sister’s room. “Mindy!” was followed by three loud bangs on the door. “If you want breakfast before class, get moving.

Sam stomped back into the room and plopped herself down in a seat at the dining table. She sipped on her coffee until shuffling from down the hall could be heard then a door opening. “You could try waking us up like a normal person,” Tare mumbled. Tara shuffled her way into the room and dropped down into the seat next to her sister.

“If you want food you need to get dressed now.”

“Why are you rushing us?” Tara reached over and took Sam’s mug out of her hands just as she was bringing it back up to her mouth. Tara took a big gulp, closing her eyes as she swallowed the stolen coffee. “Since when do you care when we leave for class?”

“Since I’m walking you to the campus,” Sam stated, stealing back her coffee with a glare at her sister.

Tara clearly wasn’t intimidated by Sam’s glare because she just rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she mumbled. Tara slipped back out of the chair and made her way back to her room; you assumed to get ready for the day.

“It’s too early,” Mindy whined as she came out to join all of you. She flopped down on the couch face first, letting out an exaggerated groan in the process.

Anika stumbled into the room next, though she was actually dressed for the day. “Do I smell coffee?” she mumbled with her eyes still closed.

“There’s a pot in the kitchen,” Sam answered. Anika instantly turned on her heel and went right for the kitchen. “You’re free to have some as well,” Sam nodded at you.

“Thank you,” you whispered. You made your way into the kitchen and waited as Anika poured her own mug of coffee only for her to turn around and hand it to you. “Appreciate it,” you nodded. Anika smiled and turned back around to pour the rest of the pot into another mug for herself this time.

You followed Anika back into the living room. Everyone sat in silence as they waited for Mindy and Tara to finish getting ready. You sat yourself down in the chair at the far end of the room so you could see everyone. You glanced around, first your eyes landing on Chad, who was sprawled across the couch again as he turned on the TV and began flipping through channels until he landed on SpongeBob. Anika sat at the dining table with Sam and Quinn, taking small sips of her coffee with her eyes closed, she might have gotten ready quicker than the other girls, but it was clear she was most definitely not a morning person. Quinn continued to sip her coffee and occasionally glanced at you, biting her lip and raising an eyebrow. You tried to ignore her advances and moved your attention to Sam who, besides offering you coffee, was otherwise ignoring your presence.

You and Sam had kissed last night, it was barely a kiss but still a kiss. You weren’t sure what got into you, you had noticed Sam the second she stepped into the gym that first day. You wanted nothing more than to approach her, but your life was a mess, you were a mess, you would bet you were even more of a mess than she thought she was. You wouldn’t deny that her life was crazy but yours was messy and a lot of work. As much as you wanted to continue the kiss you were glad Sam stopped it, you would help her and her friends survive this psycho and then she could maybe move on with her life, she deserved someone better than you anyway.

“Is there anymore coffee?” Tar asked as she and Mindy came back out of the room.

“Nope,” Anika mumbled.

Mindy waltzed right over to her girlfriend and plucked the mug right from in front of her. Mindy brought it to her lips then instantly took it away and looked down into the mug with a frown. She looked at Anika with the same frown. Anika just shrugged. “You snooze you lose,” Anika said before taking the mug back from Mindy then into the kitchen.

“Let’s go,” Sam said, getting up from the table and putting her own empty cup back in the kitchen. “You’re going to be late for class.” You followed behind Sam, intending to put the dirty mug in the sink.

Sam turned around abruptly, nearly bumping into you but you moved your hands, preventing the mug from being knocked to the floor. “Sorry,” Sam mumbled. “Thank you,” she took the dirty mug from you and placed it in the sink next to the others.

You gave her a small smile and stepped back. She clearly wanted to avoid you, and you would respect that. When everyone was ready you followed them out the door and down the street. You didn’t know where they intended to get breakfast, but it was clear Chad had a destination in mind as he led the group.

“Ta-da!” Chad said, gesturing his arms out wide in front of him. Everyone turned their heads to see a food truck, which looked like every other food truck on the street.

“Really?” Tara asked, raising an eyebrow. “You made me get up early for this?” she looked at her sister.

Sam let out a tired sigh and began rubbing her temple as if she were trying to fight off a headache. “He said he knew place,” Sam weakly defended.

Chad let out an offended gasp and turned to the rest of the group. “Trust me,” he said, gesturing at himself. “This truck has the best breakfast burritos.”

While the rest of the group didn’t seem to convinced and mumbled to themselves Chad turned around and stepped in line as he was next. He ordered a breakfast burrito and when he was handed his, you stepped up next. It had been several hours since you ate something and despite not knowing them very long you doubted they would be able to agree on another place before the others had to get to class. You stuck to the basics and ordered one of the egg and sausage breakfast burritos. Once you were handed your burrito it seemed the others relented and got in line as well.

You stepped to the side with Chad and began eating your burrito. As soon as the food hit your mouth you had to do a double take to make sure you were eating what you ordered. It was simple, any place that sold breakfast burritos usually had this type on their menu and yet, the one from this food truck was the best you had ever tasted.

“So,” Chad mumbled with a mouth full of food, nudging you on the shoulder. “Was I right or was I right?”

“This is one hell of a burrito,” you admitted.

Chad eyes lit up at that and he got the widest smile you had ever seen, even despite the bits of egg on the side of his mouth. You just went back to your burrito, not fully sure why Chad was acting like you gave him the best compliment he could receive. Once the others got their burritos everyone continued the walk to Blackmore college, despite leaving early it seemed if you didn’t keep moving everyone would be late for their first class.

Once you got to the campus you and Sam watched everyone walk off, meeting up with Ethan before the group broke apart, each of them going their separate ways. You glanced at Sam, watching as her eyes tracked Tara across the campus and up the steps to the building that you assumed held her first class.

“Do we need to be worried?” you asked. You were great in combat, but you didn’t know what you were getting into, Ghostface was the enemy, but you weren’t sure how this enemy operated.

“No,” Sam said, shaking her head. “It’s the middle of the day, the campus is too crowded, they know not to go anywhere they could get ambushed.”

You nodded. You opened your mouth to say something else when an alarm on your phone went off. “Shit,” you whispered as you pulled out your phone. You sighed as you looked down at the notification, with everything going on you had nearly forgotten about it.

“Something wrong?” Sam turned to you with a furrowed brow.

“I have to go to therapy,” you admitted with an eyeroll. “It’s kind of mandatory.”

“Oh, no problem,” Sam turned to fully face you. “I can go with you, wait in the lobby, no that’s weird, I can wait in a coffee shop nearby.”

You smiled at how adorable Sam got when she rambled. You were used to seeing her at the gym, a pissed off face telling people to not approach her as she worked out. You were enjoying this side of her, maybe getting stabbed wasn’t so bad if you got to see her like this more.

“You can wait in the lobby,” you said, finally deciding to bring an end to her rambling. “If you’re okay with that.”

Sam nodded and you turned and led the way. The two of you walked side by side in silence, you didn’t mind the quiet, but you weren’t sure if you were supposed to make the first move. Sam clearly didn’t want anything to happen between the two of you, which was fine, you weren’t sure if you should tell her it’s fine, if you should address what happened at all, or if you should just go on as if nothing had happened.

“What’s wrong with Quinn and Ethan?” Sam asked out of nowhere.

You looked at her, seeing her still looking ahead. “Besides her relentless flirting?” you asked, making Sam roll her eyes. “She seemed in pain last night when she was headed back to her room.”

“She hooks up with a lot of guys,” Sam dismissed. “I don’t want to know everything she’s into and does with them.” You chuckled at that. “But this isn’t the first time she’s come home like that.”

You let out a hum. “Just a coincidence then, since I hit a Ghostface with the punching bag.”

Sam slowed her movements, as she seemed to process your words. “And Ethan?”

“He was limping when he left last night. Another coincidence since-”

“You cut Ghostface with the knife,” Sam finished your sentence.

You nodded. “Maybe I’m being paranoid,” you shrugged. “But I’ve been trained to see a threat everywhere. Just,” you pulled open the door to the therapists office as you arrived at the building. “Don’t be alone with either of them.

You and Sam sat in the lobby as you waited for your therapist to be ready for you. When it was finally your turn you left Sam in the lobby as you entered Doctor Johnson’s office. “Pleasure to see you again Y/N,” Doctor Johnson said.

“Not like I have a choice,” you said as you plopped yourself down on the couch across from the chair, she always sat in.

Doctor Johnson let out a hum. She clearly wasn’t surprised by your answer, it was the one you gave her every week, the one you had given her ever since you started seeing her. “Are you actually going to talk to me today?”

You shrugged your shoulders as you leaned back against the couch cushions. You had been seeing Doctor Johnson for three months, ever since you got back to town, and yet you had never once actually talked to her. At least not about anything important, you had the habit of avoiding the subject you were actually meant to discuss.

“I can’t clear you if you don’t open up,” Doctor Johnson said softly.

You nodded. “I met a girl,” you said.

Doctor Johnson sighed, once again it wasn’t what you actually needed to discuss with her, but she smiled anyway. You learned quickly that Doctor Johnson was very good at her job, even though you weren’t talking about what made you need to see her, she still did her job, trying to help you and talking to you about what you did tell her.

“That’s great,” Doctor Johnson said. “Where did you meet her?”

“The gym.”

“That’s great, you finally took my advice and started a conversation with someone. You’re opening yourself up, this is good, very good progress,” Doctor Johnson smiled.

“Well, technically I didn’t approach her,” you said slowly.

“She approached you?” Doctor Johnson gave you a nervous smile, clearly afraid of what you might say next.

“Actually, I didn’t talk her until I got stabbed saving her life.”

Doctor Johnson’s mouth fell open but she quickly shook her head and gathered herself again. “I’m sorry?”

“Some psycho in a Ghostface mask was trying to kill her,” you shrugged. “So, I stepped in, saved her life, and now I guess I’m helping protect her sister and friends.”

Doctor Johnson slowly nodded at your words. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to be getting involved in this?”

“You’re the one who wanted me to go out,” you gestured with your hand. “You even suggested meeting someone and now I have.”

Doctor Johnson closed her eyes and seemed to suppress a sigh. “I wanted you to try opening up to someone,” she said slowly. “This isn’t quite what I had in mind.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know,” you whispered. “There’s something special about her,” you smiled to yourself.

You looked up when the timer went off, signaling the end of your session. Doctor Johnson sighed again and closed her notebook. “Congratulations, you’ve successfully avoided talking about the whole reason you’re supposed to be seeing me, again.”

You just smiled and pushed yourself off the couch. “See you next week.”

You had your hand on the door handle when Doctor Johnson’s voice caught your attention again. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” You glanced back at her, your hand still on the door handle. “I also hope you’re not trying to save this girl to compensate for the fact-”

“See you next week, Doctor,” you cut her off, opening the door and walking out before she could say anything else.

You walked into the lobby, trying to shake off what Doctor Johnson was implying, she couldn’t be more wrong, you weren’t trying to compensate for anything. You were helping Sam out because it was the right thing to do, not for any other reason. Helping Sam and her friends was the right thing to do, you had the skills to help them, you couldn’t just stand by and do nothing knowing a psycho was after them, Sam didn’t deserve that.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice came. You shook your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. You looked down noticing Sam’s hand was on your arm, and she was no longer sitting in one of the chairs but standing in front of you. “Are you okay?” her eyebrows scrunched up as she searched your face.

“Of course,” you said. “Shall we head back to Blackmore and pick up your sister?”

Sam looked at you for a second longer before nodding. “Sure.” She slowly took her hand off your arm and opened the door to leave to lobby. The walk back was quiet and not the same comfortable quiet that was there when originally going to your appointment. You could feel Sam glancing at you every few seconds, clearly wanting to ask you something but opting not to.

You appreciated Sam not prying. You weren’t sure you’d be able to answer whatever question’s she clearly had. You couldn’t even talk about your problems to the professional who was literally hired to help you with this, you doubted you could talk to the girl from the gym you had been crushing on. The two of you had grown close but for all you knew Sam was only feeling what she was, was because you had saved her life, besides she asked you to stick around and help protect the others, thinking about you in any other way probably wasn’t even on her mind.

Taglist: @thatshyboy1998 @artrizzler19 @btay3115 @acutenobody @godamnityess @luvwanda

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: My two favorite boy's also i an sorry if this sucks.

•Husk•

Feeling you relax into his chest, Husk clutched your thigh tightly. He never meant for this to happen but you looked to good in your outfit, so cute he just had to have you.

It's not like you were complaining about it, the way he thrusted inside of you. How he would whisper in your ear with how good you felt. How his teeth nipped and sucked at your neck. His thrusts weren't fast, it was soft, slow.

"You like the show princess." Husk muttered against your skin, he felt like he was in a daze. Part of him wanted to push you down on the couch, to tare off your clothes and just fucking you until your voice was raw from screaming his name. But this, this felt good, this felt too good.

The way you clenched around his cock, how you barely moved to meet his thrusts.

Letting out a small breath, your body relaxed letting him thrust up into you. "I am."

Humming, Husk then placed a miss to the side of your head. "Good, just relax and enjoy the show darling."

•Lucifer Morningstar•

This was his chance, with Charlie and Vaggie watching Edna he was going to take advantage of this situation. Behind you, the King of hell nuzzled his nose into your neck. "You smell so good love." He was slowly thrusting into you the man did his best to not press you into the counter. He didn't want you to burn yourself but he also wanted you to feel good, you worked so much, did so much, you deserved everything.

Humming, you sunk your lip as you pushed your hips back to meet his thrusts as you flipped one of the pancakes you were working on. You didn't want to say anything, couldn't say anything but it felt so good.

"Just you and me together for the whole day." His hands moved to a better position so that he could thrust into you better. Nails digging into your hips, Lucifer pulled you down onto his cock. "You're going to be treated like the queen you are."

[anasten27]

Detective. Arriving. On the Scene!!!

Based on @rand0lphcarter 's post. It was too wonderful of an idea to pass up. Now they owe me tare so I can exchange it for a few coins. Sorry it's monochromatic and messy, but an attempt at a background was made at least! I don't do those as often as I should

[brights-place]

Hi! First time requesting anything but sorry if it’s bad but, Can you do Queen barb x fem! Reader that loves heavy metal? You don’t have to do This if you don’t wanna :)

Barb X METAL! S/O

Pairings: Barb X Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: As an Goth metal head I spent most of my time focusing on this request cause I am INVESTED in Metal genre dude I think I’m going deaf though! I'm adding headcannons of my metal head goth trolls ideas! (*´∀｀*)

- Barb was pulled in by your appearance you looked like an rock troll... but weren't exactly an rock troll - She was interested in your small bat wings that were placed on your back like how the classical trolls had wings - You were gorgeous in her eyes as she went towards you smirking - she asked you about yourself and noticing you weren't around here you told her you were an heavy metal troll which she grinned at - She knew about the heavy metal genre but she couldn't help but adore the sparkle in your eyes when she asked about your genre - You explained that heavy metal is traditionally characterized by loud distorted guitars, emphatic rhythms, dense bass-and-drum sound and vigorous vocals. - She smiled knowing that it had same attributions like Rock music as you continued on that heavy metal subgenres variously emphasize, alter or omit one or more of these attributes. - She soon walked around with you as she showed you around Volcano Rock city while she asked more questions about your genre and would do the rock n roll symbol with you whenever you put your hand up to do it when you talked about metal music saying that it Rocked - She loved how you complimented her style aswell as she did the same to you but she held an deep blush on her cheeks staring at you - She loved to touch your bat wings which you always laughed at but sometimes warn her not to touch the inner parts really close to your back since you said it was sensitive - She asks you various questions while you ask the same thing towards her as well - loves when you do her makeup while she does the same for you but you tell her it's more hardcore looking which makes her confused but she does her best - You two grew close after awhile you becoming an iconic duo and whenever you were visiting Barb and you would play your guitars together while riff played the drums loudly - You would have jam sessions - She would tell you to introduce her to some Metal music and her jaw dropped when seeing you head bang while listening to Twisted sister - You would always flirt whenever and she would always touch your wings and you would touch her ears that she was insecure about due to one of them having abit of it tared off - You both have your own album of music together as you smiled together singing loudly as she sang loudly strumming her guitar as you did the same

- Riff would point out barb was crushing on you once you left and she would try to deny it but she'd turn around and be like "Holy shit I like them!"

- She loves how you kissed her face and kissed her ear that was cut off telling her she was beautiful when she was crying - You would be with her or would visit which became normal with all rock trolls knowing who you were and wouldn't talk bad about you since one rock troll was heard talking bad about you as an joke and had barb close to using her chainsaw on him - She introduces Debbie to you and it's so CUTE! how you cry instantly and hug Debbie saying how adorable she is unlike the pop trolls who first saw Debbie

- She loves how her dad became best friends with you so fast and ends up with you painting her fathers nails black as you ranted to him about the dumbest things and she could feel her heart throb - You two would be doing your daily jam session with playing your guitars back to back as you sang your songs before you turn face to face both of you soon singing softly in your pod leaning forward heads touching before you end up kissing - Her hands on your waist as you put your guitar on the side and have an hand in her hair making out before pulling away the two of you pausing staring at eachother before laughing as you went back to kissing her with an big smile as she giggled abit

- You two became official after the kiss and went on dates together you two would now be seen with barb having an hand on your waist or holding your hand mostly on your waist while she glares down trolls who would try to speak up about it

- You two would be jamming out together once more at volcano rock city as she told her dad about you two now dating as he smiles nodding telling her she did amazing and would have an good partner which was you

- You would hug him crying "Thank you king Thrash" as he hugs you back "Call me dad..." as you turn to barb who looked away sniffling trying not to cry

- You and barb would be having an picnic in an empty flower field as you played your guitars together as she smirked turning towards you "(Name)" You would giggle "Barb"

- You put your guitar to the side as she did the same before tackling you to the picnic blanket pinning you against it and peppering your face to kisses as you blush before returning the small kisses as you cuddle and laugh together

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[swabsandcream]

Hang in There, Stranger

Sam Winchester x GN! Reader

Summary: Y/N has been having a really hard time mentally as of late, trying desperately to shield their emotions from the people around them. That is, until they were approached by a handsome stranger who just so happens to be an emotional empath.

Warnings: Swearing

'Damn, it's too beautiful out here for it to be this cold. The sun is shining down on me, yet I don't feel the slightest bit of warmth. I don't even know what I'm doing out here anyway. I'm just tired. Tired of everything and everybody.'

Y/N's thoughts were overwhelmingly loud this afternoon as they sat back onto a cold wooden bench posted on the side of a walkway in the middle of a practically empty park. Across from them was an open field where most people would be having their picnics or playing some kind of sport, but around this time of year, you'd be lucky to spot a dog walker occupying the landscape. Y/N found themselves staring off into the field, trying to find a sense of peace in the midst of the internal battle they were quietly facing.

It had only been a few minutes since they had been sitting there without a single person in sight, until they heard footsteps coming from the right side of the path. Without moving their head, they took their eyes off the field and looked to the right to see a man approaching the bench. With the intention to watch him pass by, Y/N became alarmed once the man stopped walking once he made it in front of the bench. They immediately shifted their entire body in his direction, unaware of his intentions.

“Hey there, I’m sorry I don’t mean to bother you, but could you help me?” The man spoke gently, assuming he wanted to appear to be friendly.

“Help you with what?” Y/N’s tone came off more aggressive than they intended, but they were suspicious of the tall man in front of them.

“I know this might sound crazy, but I’ve been walking around this city for the past three hours trying to find a cheap place to stay. Do you know where I can find a motel around here?”

Y/N would usually be standoff-ish when it came to strangers, but he appeared to be telling the truth based on the ware and tare of his sneakers. Observing him further, they noticed he had on a bookbag over his large jacket. They decided to lend the man their assistance, feeling sympathetic with the assumption that he is homeless.

“Yeah, there’s one a few miles up the road, but it’s really cold out here man. You should definitely take bus if you don’t have a car, but that’ll be another thirty minute walk to get to the bus stop.” Y/N’s information prompted a sigh mixed of relief and exhaustion from the man.

He proceeded to sit down on the bench, leaving a small space between himself and the kind stranger. He extended his long arms and legs in a big stretch, as Y/N kept their eyes on him. He was young, like in his early twenties. Not hard on the eyes either. This made Y/N's curiosity get the best of them.

"I'm sorry, but I just have to ask." Y/N started, grabbing the young man's attention.

"You look so young, I can't help but wonder how you ended up being homeless." The young man paused for a moment, then let out a small chuckle. Y/N reassured him that they weren't trying to offend him.

"No...well I guess I am homeless." He threw his hands up and slammed them down in defeat. "My brother and I travel around a lot, or at least we did up until this morning. We fight a lot, but this time was different. I just feel like I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore."

Y/N wasn't expecting that response, now feeling bad for asking in the first place. But there was also a sense of familiarity with the way they were feeling at the moment.

"Sounds like you're feeling the way I feel right now. Except it's just with everything and everybody. I'm not happy with my life and I wish I could just get a do-over, but you only get one life right? Wish I could just get over it and stop letting it drag me down." Y/N let out a deep breath, feeling relief without worrying about the fact that they were venting to a total stranger. He just sat there and listened attentively, smiling and nodding in agreeance.

"Listen, you got to do what's best for you, no matter what. Life's too short and unpredictable to settle for things that don't make you happy. It won't be easy, but if you want your life to change you have to do the work necessary to make that happen. Understand?" The insightful stranger's words nearly brought tears to Y/N's eyes. The park was the last place they expected to get some life advice at. They thanked the stranger, wiping their eyes in the process.

The man then stood up from the bench, twisting his body side to side in a stretch and wigging his legs. He took small steps until he was in front of Y/N, extending his hand in front of them.

"It was nice talking to you stranger, name's Sam by the way." Y/N grabbed Sam's hand, giving him a warm smile as they shook hands.

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you Sam."

"Likewise. Well, I better get going now but remember what I said. Hang in there stranger, everything will be alright." Sam said, giving one last smile before he took off in the direction of the bus stop.

Y/N, still on that bench, sat there and reflected on the conversation once more. Sam's words were just what they needed to hear at that moment. Moments later, Y/N stood up from the bench and wasted no time heading back home. They had some life changing decisions to make all of a sudden.

[batboyblog]

I feel like some people can't be/refuse to be educated, or they're deliberately being obtuse because they're trolls, psyops, or they just fell for the trolls and psyops. But its still good to point out where they're wrong and to give actual, you know, facts, for the benefit of other people reading who might actually be reachable.

yeah, I mean I usually ignore them because usually its bad faith and when a post is getting hundreds even thousands of notes in a day you just can't keep up with the 10-20-ish people who say something, particularly if its in the tags because thats just hard or fighting in the replies which always feels weird

But I was in a bad mood and in general seeing the same either bad faith or straight up don't know comment over and over and over again is very annoying

the "lol Joe Biden didn't do anything about Student loans!" one is pretty annoying since Biden has forgiven well over 100 BILLION dollars worth of student loan debt, so like he has done a lot on student loan debt. I'm not a big deal but I remember I did one of my "what Biden did this week" posts and it had the student loan debt forgiveness for people who got defrauded by the Art Institutes, and a few people added their stories of being defrauded and being in debt to AI for years and the one that'll stay with me was an older guy who went to try to get a new degree to get a job in a different field kinda late in the game, his 50s or 60s and of course didn't get the jobs he hoped for because scam college and saying how he thought he'd die in debt and it was all gone, all forgiven. So just like people flippantly dismissing a very real life changing thing is very annoying

there are a few other very common annoying ones "why didn't he do this when he controlled congress before!" well he was busy passing the biggest climate change bill any government on earth has ever done, investing in our Infrastructure for the first time since before Reagan was President (Reagan 😒) listen Biden passed 4 of the biggest most transformationally progressive bills the US has seen since LBJ

American Rescue Plan

Bipartisan Infrastructure Law

CHIPS and Science Act

Inflation Reduction Act

on top of which he passed the first gun control law out of congress in 30 years, and other things, like the Respect for Marriage Act to protect gay marriage, or making Juneteenth a federal holiday (the first new federal holiday since MLK day in 1983)

SO! thats why he didn't do the things he wants to do in his next term he was busy doing equally (and in the case of climate change more important) things and thats why we should all be hopeful if Joe Biden is President with a Democratic Congress he'll get most if not ALL the things on his agenda done, because he's fucking good at this, we haven't had a President this good at pushing bills through Congress and using every switch and lever of the federal government to make major progressive change since LBJ or FDR, I guess his big mistake was naming it something boring like "Inflation Reduction Act" and not something sexy like "New Deal" or "Great Society"

sorry to go off on a tare there, but its just frustrating to see 40 (out of tens of thousands really) posts saying the same dumb shit and having no real way to respond

[demonic-charcuterie]

Velvette x sally coded! Reader

“VOX!? You better get your sorry ass over here right. Fucking. Now! DAMN IT VAL!”

“Velvette! What’s gonna on?”

Velvette’s eye twitched and she giggled out of pure rage. “Hehehe what’s going on?…VAL JUST TORE UP MY BEST MODEL-“ she screamed into the phone but was interrupted by you coughing.

“Darling it’s fine,see? Melissa is helping me” you said as you and the other model began to sew back on your legs when Melissa finished sewing back on your forearm.

“Sh sweetie I’m going to to handle this.” Velvette said ignoring you and you rolled your eyes before using your teeth to tare the string. “I can get the other leg now. Thank you Melissa.” You said before picking up your detached leg. Velvette’s eyes glanced your way and she rushed too you. “Shh sweetie don’t worry I’ve got it!” She said taking the needle out of your hands.

“Who’s worrying? Val does this like everyday.” You chuckle while playing with her hair. She smiled at you before kissing your forehead and beginning to see back on your last limp. “I know and if he does it again I’ll kill him.” She says while rubbing you thigh where the stitch connected it to the rest of your leg. “See all put together again!”you say while standing up and hugging Velvette. “I love you! Now come so I can get dressed” you say while grabbing her arm.

[d0g0r0t]

Bc Toby is literally my bbg you should totally write him with an s/o who takes care of him and is just super nice to him and, it can be sfw or nsfw I don't really mind either

(I'll give you a cookie pls I'm not normal abt him༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

Toby x caring reader

TW: NSFW

He wasn't really sure how to process your kindness at first. He couldn't tell if you were faking it or not

But over time when he realized you were true his heart melt

He would be supper shy and awkward around you cause you were so sweet and kind

You would do the littlest things for him and he would look at you like an angle while your doing it

Asking you for things was so easy yet so hard. He knew he could ask you for anything but he was so nervous around you.

You were just so... nice..

He didn't deserve you.. all the things he's done and he gets you? You were to good for him

He's never experienced someone like you. You reminded him of his sister and your kind nature. It made him dizzy with emotions

Even your name sounded so sweet

He would try his best to keep his tics under control PRAYING he doesn't hurt you and bruise your beautiful skin

Sometimes when you two are alone he gets really sappy. Leaning into you, digging his face in your chest, wrapping himself completely around you as your fingers run threw his thick curls

He feels bad when you do simple things for him that any human should do. Brush his hair, help him remember to take a shower or brush his teeth, cook for him

He feels like he's almost using you and he just sinks into himself but after you told him you want to he felt a little better

The moment he sees anyone get even a little rude with you he's on them like a dog, screaming and barking at them. Stepping in between you guys and growling like a protective hound.

The moment their delt with he's getting on your level and using the softest tone asking if your ok and if you need anything

He pushes his emotions back alot until he blows up. But he never snaps at you, he just can't. He'll get really needy if he does show you a bit of aggression. He's at your knees and whimpering how sorry he is for just feeling the wrong thing even tho you have no idea what he's on about

He gets really jealous when he sees you being nice to other people but doesn't step in knowing your nature and your need to care for others

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NSFW

The first time you two got intimate he was literally TREMBLING.

He was scared he might get to rough and accidentally go to far

When you guys were in bed he just stared at you for a few moments trying to process a girl like you under him like this

When he started up he was already whining and whimpering. He was shaking trying not to grip at you to harshly

But over time he has himself wrapped around you moaning in your ear as he pounds himself into you

He's fucks you at a steady pace not going to fast or to slow unless you tell him to

His hips would buck every now and again as he feels your heat squeeze his member letting out desperate whimpers

He rips the sheets from how hard his gripping them as he watches you ride him because he would rather tare the sheets then your skin

Watching you do such acts on him makes him completely red in the face and his body flush and heat up like crazy.

After he finishes he let's out a little gasped and apologizes for cumming so soon and not letting you finish

He will DESTROY his body until you cum to

He's not letting you go unsatisfied after what you've done for him

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IM SORRY IM GETTING THESE OUT SO SLOW ONFG!(#;@[*$[!%