#This is just for fun and I am ND myself

[randomfanner]

So I have just finished the manga so here are the top 5 most autistic characters in Spy x Family (in my opinion)

5. Yuri Briar - gifted kid who hasn’t hit burn out yet because he still has the drive to make his family proud, which is good for him. 4. Fiona Frost/Nightfall - I mean just look at her and how she deals with her emotions for Twilight. Look at all that bottling, she could run a brewer of emotions. 3. Anya Forger- ya, I mean look at her with her picky eating and lack of a filter and probably not understanding just how traumatized she is and oh god her and overstimulation. Oh that girl needs some headphones but for people’s minds. 2. Yor Forger - as someone in the tags put it in my last Spy x Family “what’s with the obsession with being normal if you aren’t ND huh????” 1. Demetrius Desmond - That kid doesn’t have a neurotypical bone in his body. He is gifted AuHDHD kid burn out WAITING to happen. Getting six Stellas in one go screams autism as someone who would cry over getting a B

if you disagree with my top five, well there all autistic so you know- let me know how you would rank them.

[cconfusedkat]

Ok so um. Eventful first day. I have a blended schedule so i have short school days

Everyone is chill in algebra 1 nd academic literature ,,

History and english arw gonna be a bit of a problem cuz the 16-18 yr old boys are. Yknow. Probably gonna annoy me to death

And uhh homeroom is just homeroom

I masked really hard though nd came home sobbing just cuz im not gonna be used to masking again in a school setting,,

[too-much-boobus]

if i ever get desensitized to their crying just put a stake through my heart i'll never be alive again anyway

[ceramicbeetle]

officially 10K into this fic and having a realization about where I'm at on characterization so far, so i'm wondering:

[supermarketcrush]

i actually think abt that lana interview all the time and like how my self awareness saved me so many times

[penitenteyeball]

Dum de dum dum

Gonna add max tags and max characters to each cause who cares

[itswhattheycallyou]

Guys? Will yoiu be ready when i post my 20+ page carrd of Nyxus and his ongoing lore that im still writing to this day? Hs carrd is like a view into his canon/universe information on hi

[urdreamgirlangel]

a soft exit from doom scroll culture 𐙚🧸ྀི

Life wasn’t created to be lived through a screen, it was created to be lived through experiences ₊˚⊹ ᰔ michi

I constantly feel like I’m missing out on life. I’m never physically doing anything but I am always.. always scrolling. And for what? To be entertained. For those weak ass dopamine hits. To distract myself from my thoughts and my mental state. To have an excuse as to why I’m not doing something.

Neglecting yourself? Doomscrolling? Having trouble sleeping? Eyes always tired? Unhappy? Always feeling drained and tired?

Don’t you guys ever feel like you’re missing out? I mean you must since you’re here.

So I decided to try a digital detox.

Not in some extreme, delete-everything-and-vanish kind of way (I actually tried that many times and failed each one). I just wanted to see what would happen if I gave my brain a break. If I stopped reaching for my phone the second I felt bored, uncomfortable, or lonely. If I actually let myself sit with things instead of escaping into a timeline that never ends.

It was weird at first.

My brain kept telling me to “check something,” whether it's Instagram, TikTok, even Pinterest like ?? girl for what?? I realized I’d trained myself to need noise. Constant noise. And without it? I felt unsettled. Quiet. But underneath all that static, there was something else too. A kind of peace I didn’t know I missed. My mind actually started to feel like mine again.

Because the truth is, I don’t want to live a life I’m watching from the sidelines. I don’t want to be so overstimulated I can’t even hear myself think. I want to choose what I consume. What I feel. What I do with my time.

I want to remember that I don’t have to perform every moment. I don’t have to be productive to be worthy. I don’t have to post everything to prove I exist.

Sprinkles ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪

I thought to myself I should have rules. I should try setting rules and boundaries because, as I said, social media isn't the problem, but rather how we use and interact with it is.

When you do scroll, do it purposefully (because you’re looking for something specific rather than because you’re just bored and you’re trying to entertain yourself quickly)

Delete and uninstall any apps you no longer use & make note of the ones you use too much - a lot of similar posts I’ve read on this topic always talk about keeping tumblr because it’s not that bad blah blah.. But can you really say you don’t scroll mindlessly on here? People use tumblr as an escape from all those other apps, but at the end of the day, it’s still social media.

Set time limits for screen use

Reduce use bit by bit

be careful with what you consume

Don’t be afraid to be bored. You are going to be bored and lonely.

Silence your notifications

Realize it’s okay to have social media but it shouldn’t be abused

Be in the moment. You don’t need to have a hot girl walk with a podcast playing in your ear. Bitch, be the podcast. Yap to yourself and look fucking crazy because I do. And it’s fun.

Find something to do with your free time, in my post Pretty Girl Content, you will find some hobby suggestions, or even in my Enhance Your Whimsy posts.

Tech-free zones - keeping your phone out of the bathroom, kitchen, bed, dining area

Check-in windows: only check social media during scheduled times

A ‘why I opened this’ list - every time you open an app, ask yourself why and write it down. Write it down. After a few days, review it to see your patterns and learn from them. nd if you wanna share thats ok too!

Dopamine Menu - a list of things that gives you pleasure or satisfaction a healthy way. instead of reaching for your phone when you feel lonely, bored or restless, pick something off the list and then do it.. They start easy with the first course, then require more effort and engagement as the course goes up.

Angel’s Dopamine Menu ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

🧁 Sweet Treats (Low-Effort)

Light a candle and practice breath work

Make a cute warm drink

Do mobility routine

take a shower

say affirmations

style dream closet mentally

cuddle blanket and/or pet

stand in sun for 3-5 mins

change into favourite cozy outfit

🍱 Comfort Courses (Medium Effort)

journal with dreamy prompts or about something i’m curious about

write a letter to my future self

Walk around the block

Bake something cute and simple

read a book

Reorganize space a bit (clear bed, fluff pillows, wipe mirror)

Watch a comfort show, no snacks, no other screens

have a tea party with plushies

🥘 Soul meals (High Effort)

solo adventure

Deep clean space

write letters to past you, present you and future you

go to a concert

choose a topic that fascinates me and go full research mode

start a new cute slice of life anime/kdrama

work on a hobby (start a scrapbook, upcycling an outfit, etc.)

write or continue writing a post

sign up for a workshop/class that excites you

learn a new skill (writing, language etc)

host a themed night for yourself (cottage core evening, 2000s movie night)

Plan my dream life

But now that we’ve got that out of the way, I have a question for you

What do you want from these apps? ೀ

𖹭.ᐟ Is it validation?

𖹭.ᐟ To feel seen without having to do much?

𖹭.ᐟ A distraction?

𖹭.ᐟ Community and connection?

𖹭.ᐟ Inspiration?

𖹭.ᐟ Entertainment?

𖹭.ᐟ Self-expression?

𖹭.ᐟ FOMO?

Are you actually getting it? Or are you just stuck in the loop, hoping the next scroll will finally give you what the last hundred didn’t?

People say cons of not having social media is not knowing what’s going on “in the outside world” but.. to me that’s a pro because I get to focus on myself and my mind and loa. So nothing else really matters to me since I’m focused on building the life for me starting with myself. Which I really need right now given my mental state. When i deleted tiktok, I feel good about not downloading it. Whenever I need it, I redownload it. Hair content. That’s about it. Then I delete. I dread even redownloading it because I’m kind of impatient. But I also do the same for tumblr. If I need a little pick me up, a sweet post and I know I have no one around give it to me and I really need to hear it from someone else, I redownload. I use it on my pc mainly now and I don’t find scrolling on my pc interesting enough to do it all the time.

So let’s get to the more philosophical, harsher side.

₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ Modern life encourages consumption, rather than understanding and contemplation - challenge yourself, learn about something that honestly doesn’t seem that big of a deal, like learning random facts about random things. Remember libraries and book shops exist.

₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ One thing about social media it will give you unsolicited advice and opinions, it will try to make you feel like you have to listen and believe what is being shown to you. It could cause you to stray from your own beliefs if you aren’t strong in them. People’s opinions being thrown at you left and right when you aren’t even comfortable and strong in yourself is… jarring. “You shouldn’t do this bc..” but what if I want to? And why are people mad that I want to? Or don’t want to? Realizing I don’t wanna hear anyone’s opinions before I was grounded in mine was a big reason for my detox and regulation.

₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ You pick up a lot of stuff you consume online unconsciously. For instance, I watched a lot of American and Canadian tv growing up.. now I react to certain situations in certain ways (just like a lot of the characters I saw on TV) and I literally didn't notice until like a few days ago. That's the result of repeatedly consuming the same kind of content. So guess what- the thing people call ‘brain rot’… is actually rotting your brain. Surprise, surprise.

₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ Social media constantly exposes you to other people’s timelines, and it quietly convinces you that you’re behind in life. But most people are only sharing fragments- the polished, curated parts. And when we forget that, it’s easy to start holding ourselves to unrealistic standards or feeling like we’re not doing enough. You are not late. You are not less. You are unfolding, slowly and softly, in your own time. And there’s something quietly magical about that.

₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ And on that note… influencers really do be scamming sometimes. Like, a lot of it is just the same old stuff, just prettier now. They take outdated ideas and wrap them in pink ribbons and call it healing or empowerment. Suddenly, being “feminine” means looking a certain way, acting soft and quiet, never taking up too much space, and spending money just to seem effortlessly perfect. But don't get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with liking pink, or soft things, or wanting to feel pretty. But when femininity becomes a performance—when it’s reduced to a list of aesthetics you have to buy into to be “the ideal woman,” that’s not empowerment. That’s marketing. They just dressed it up and made you feel like you chose it. But it’s still about control. About shrinking yourself into something small, sweet, and palatable. It’s not just influencers because some of them genuinely believe in this and don’t realize what they’re doing. In the end it just leads back to men trying to be in control... Ew. You might not even realize how much of what you like or think you like is just what society has convinced you need to like to be worthy of love or attention. This is not to say you can’t enjoy this stuff because I most definitely still do. But do so mindfully. This is also not to say that life can’t be aesthetic and pretty because it can and anybody that says not is just.. boring I guess. Just be mindful.

So I’m detoxing. To control the identity I’m building for myself and making sure it’s something I like, something I’m doing for me rather than for the algorithm. This is not to say that social media- or rather, how we use it- is to blame for everything. Because it’s not. People around you can genuinely suck. You have to pull away from that. The point is, if it’s not benefiting you, it’s depriving you.

Log out. Go outside. Touch the real world. You deserve to feel real again. -`♡´-🧁

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⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ michi goodbye TikTok, hello living

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ xiao's you don't have to be that girl

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ denee you'd be hotter if you logged out

[minakoainosupremacy]

Ok I’ve seen a ton of polls asking which senshi is your favorite, but I’m curious about people’s motivations for who their favorites are, and in what ways we relate to and connect with different characters. What kinds of connections do different characters emulate with viewers? How do people see the senshi in terms of friendship and compatibility? Who do people feel like they would connect with the most? Which senshi would be the most popular if they were people irl? Do our perceptions of the senshi change when we think about them in relation to the show as opposed to thinking about them as individuals/individual entities? Are our motivations for liking characters different from senshi to senshi? For instance, on almost every poll I saw, Mako was the most popular senshi. Do people love Mako because they see aspects of themselves in her? Do people love Mako because they want to be friends with her? Do people love Mako because of how she interacts with the other characters, and thus she might be less popular out of context or in a different context? Do they love her for her character and personality, and if so, specifically in or out of context of the show? Or do they just think she’s super cool? What drives us to like these characters, and what kinds of connections are we making when we feel more connected to one character vs another?

[itsrlymine]

heyy gurll it’s 🫶🏾🖤 and on 02/26 it was my birthdayyyy!! and i just wanted to give you a list of what i manifesteddd and l started deciding and persisting my ‘desires’ 2-3 days before my bday so i got all of it on the day of.

-a whole appearance change from head to toe

-my dream lifeee

-some qualities and talents i wanted to have

-the ppl who hurted nd wished bad upon me finally get their karma 

-my mom becoming very lenient, chill and fun

-having straight A’s in all of my classes even if i don’t turn in work.

-getting all A’s on every test and quiz i take even the ones i did in the past.

-hella desired clothes, shoes, jewelry and accessories 

-my ex from 2 years ago wanting me back and starting to text me again  (but come to find out this dude has a whole ass gf and i’m thinking about deciding me and him don’t talk cus it feels wrong 😭)

-knowing how to cook, bake, draw, crochet, and do hair really good.

-“illogical” things 

-high ass spice and pain tolerance

-my lipgloss and aquaphor lasting for 12 hours straight without me having to reapply lipgloss or put some aquaphor on my face every 5 minutes 😭

-always having my manifestations pop up in the 3d in the blink of an eye.

-skincare and makeup (lashes and highlighter) products 

-and many moreee

so what i did was just make a whole ass script about the things i wanted to manifest and just put them as like i actually have it instead of me wanting it, cus i already have it duh.

then i would affirm:

“i am so happy i have my dream lifee and all of my desires from my “season 1 list” (that’s what i titled the list)

“the 3d instantly conforms to all of my ‘desires’”

and every time i thought of something on the list i just say those and start persisting a lil so i can remind myself i got everything i ever wanted. but i would rarely think of the list so i barely said it and i would already act like i have my ‘dream’ life and all of my ‘desires’. so it would rarely cross my mind. and did i have some negative thoughts? yeah i did. did i just let them pass by and/ or tell them to stfu? yes tf i did cus who you think you is coming up in my head and talking bout sum “nah this shi fake, you wasting your time” like stfu with that shit, i said what i fucking said and i said “i have all of my ‘desires’ and i have my ‘dream life’” and that’s fucking final and just went on about my day!!

oh yeaaa i’m also manifesting that you’ll get a shit load of followers and likes on all your post and that your account becomes really huge!! cus your very very helpful and sweet!!!! i love youuu soooooo muchhhh!!!!! 💝💝💝💝🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

-🫶🏾🖤

omg hello 🫶🏾🖤 babe!!! happy belated birthday holy this was buried deep omg sorry. i love all these successes like we can really have what we want just by standing firm on it. that's it literally. don't accept anything other than what you want and boom you have it now. NO EXACTLY LIKE STFU I HAVE MY SHIII OMG not you manifesting success for my page babe that so sweet and it's been going up so you deffo manifested that. i love you so much and i'm so happy that you put your foot down bc this is your world for a reason!!!

[bluemerakis]

being approached by a tipsy soldier boy at a bar while playing pool with your friends, large palm edging into the corner of your vision as he cups the rim of the pool table with intent. his large frame hovers beside you at a distance far enough to be considered mindful—but not shy—the cool beer bottle he’s got in clutch ghosts up your back as he casually beckons for your attention. his lips find your ear almost effortlessly, a charming smirk perking the corner of his lips once you spare him a glance over your shoulder.

“next game’s on me, sweetheart,” he declares loudly through the bustling atmosphere, hot breath caressing your temple while the scent of one-too-many beers strangle your senses. he’s intoxicatingly bold, that’s for sure. “if i win, there’s a bathroom round back that you ‘nd i can get real cosy in. but if you win, feel free to tell me to fuck off like every other sorry dickhead who’s tried their luck this evenin’.”

you’re an inch away from being nose-to-nose with the unknown, albeit attractive man, but for some reason, you don’t attempt to put any space between your bodies. if anything, there’s a magnetic air to him that keeps you drawn in—close and personal—like a planet doomed to crash into the centre of it all.

was that what he was—trouble? you don’t need to ponder that question for long, not when you’re close enough to study every hypnotising feature on his face—the devilish look to his eyes, the beckoning glint to his perfect teeth, and the way his lips hover ever so loosely, like he’s waiting to claim a taste of you.

and just for tonight, you’re offering.

you angle your torso to face him more directly, but he doesn’t move to give you the space. doesn’t even attempt to. and he’s got a lazy, lopsided smirk plastered to his lips as he studies your every feature, head tilting slightly, like he’s just waiting for your inevitable fall into his arms.

“please,” you huff mockingly, hand clutching your pool stick firmly. “i come here enough to know who’s the reigning champion of the game, and it’s kinda hard to miss your face when it’s plastered to the posters stuck in every corner of this joint,” you point out. “you’ll win me for sure.”

he listens closely, head subtly lowering into your space—like he’s latching onto your every word, and then cocks an eyebrow at your statement that tells you he has zero intent to be humble about his title.

“well, that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me, now would it, sweetheart?” he drawls with a throaty chuckle, chin perking as he glares you down with silent resolve. “c’mon, all i’m askin’ is that ya entertain a bored man on an even more borin’ night—i’ll take it easy on ya. promise,” he adds with a sly wink, gaze narrowing expectantly as he lifts his beer to his lips for a greedy swig.

for a moment, neither one of you say anything further, but the air between you thickens with the silent tension. you return his calculating stare with your own, like you’re weighing the risks of his offer. not that it mattered, really, because the answer had already been decided. you’d come here for a night of fun, and you’d be damned to let the first exhilarating opportunity slip away.

“okay,” you say finally, head tilting mischievously as your hand tightens around the tip of the pool stick. “challenge accepted,” you chirp, to which he raises his half-emptied bottle in a triumphant cheers. “but don’t you dare take it easy on me,” you add with a challenging smirk, your hand making a suggestive stroke down the stick. “i can handle myself. i’m not a sore loser, but i am a generous winner.”

his eyes track your motion intently, his motives rather focused despite the way his pupils are blown wide with liquor and irrationality alike. he drags his lazy stare back up to eye-level, the corner of his lips quirking. “was only ever being courteous, doll,” he says lowly, finally pushing himself from the support of the table.

he twists around briefly to grab a stick from the opposite table before facing you with a jut of his chin. “my bad for thinkin’ that a gal like you needs the easy handout. i’ll be sure to sport my fuckin’ a-game,” he says with a wink, shifting to brush past you before he reappears at your other side. his lips find your ear once more, beer-adorned hand coming up to brush your hair out of gloat’s way. “easiest win o’ the night,” he murmurs smugly before retreating from your space with the tip of his tongue poking out between his teeth.

you whip around to face him with an amused shake of your head. “oh, it’s so fucking on,” you chuckle in disbelief, the grip on your pool stick firming up.

“now that’s what i’m fuckin’ talkin’ ‘bout!” he says loudly—like he’s announcing it to the rest of the bar. a few heads turn to look, but he doesn’t spare them a second of the night. he’s got all his focus on you. and his gaze doesn’t once stray, not even has he brings his beer to his lips to drown what thawed beverage remains to free his hands for the game.

and then it finally commences.

he didn’t go easy on you, that’s for sure. hell, he doesn’t even go easy on you now as he practically drags you along to the bar’s bathroom, large hand clasped around your wrist. his free hand comes forward to push the door open, and it swings back in an effortless surrender before he slips inside and you’re tugged along after him like a dog on a leash.

he spins around and pulls you into his torso with a practised ease, taking full advantage of your position to reverse you into the door until it slams shut like a blaring announcement to all the bar’s inhabitants to stay clear of this space. your back presses against the cool wood, his hands trailing from your waist to grip at the hems of your dress, where he tugs until it’s lifted over your head. it’s tossed aside almost instantly before his hands find your underwear, and his lips dive in to find the skin of your neck.

his lips slur kisses along the flushed skin while his fingers hook into your waistband, tugging in a notion for you to shed the coverage. he breaks away only to allow the shimmy of your legs, your lace bottoms pooling at your feet before he dives right back in to claim ownership of your lips with a kiss that leaves you utterly ruined. his hands slither back up to your hips to grip and squeeze the fat, eventually pulling you from the kind support of the door.

he breaks off the kiss with an impatient grunt, twirling you around and ushering you toward the counter with a palm to the small of your back. your hips collide with the rim, and he wastes no time in bending your bare body over the cool marble, your stomach pressed flat against the surface.

“now ain’t this a familiar view,” he laughs darkly, hand gliding up your back to hook a finger under your bra. “help a man out, would ya, doll?” he asks with a pointed yank of the clasp.

normally, you’re content to let men suffer and figure it out. but right now, you’re impatient and squirming, eager to have your own win of the night. so obediently, you twist your hands backwards to grab ahold of your bra’s clasp, where you work to undo it while his touch retreats and he shifts behind you to match your effort in undoing his belt.

it’s not long before his erection slips between your thighs and burrows into the slicked heat of your cunt, the cramped space echoing with the strained grunt that brews in his throat. his hands take up grip on either hip as he hollows you out with the first of his thrusts, the motion brutal as it snaps your lower half into the counter.

“you’re a mess down here,” he chuckles, the sound somewhat impressed. “a hot, wet mess. thought you seemed all worked up out there. guess you’re more o’ a sore loser than ya thought,” he adds with a satisfied scoff, squeezing your hips to add to his point before he pulls your body further his exploration and thrusts up into you.

you let out a broken gasp as your cheek presses against the marble, eyes fluttering closed around the sensation of your walls being stretched out—his to mould whichever way he pleases. and he seems hellbent on doing just that—internally branding you.

he glides one delicate hand over the curve of your ass before settling at the small of your back, where he presses your stomach into the countertop to maximise the pressure he’s subjecting you to. the sensation is godsent in combination with his thrusts, and you find yourself clenching around his every movement.

“told ya you’d be the easiest win o’ the night,” he taunts lowly—the sound strained and slightly breathless.

you strangle a moan before finding your tongue. “i’m not easy,” you protest indignantly, but the sound comes out weak. flustered. your palms find purchase atop the slippery field of marble as you arch your hips into his with enough force to temporarily subdue his thrusts, lifting your cheek to cast a challenging glare over your shoulder.

he meets your stare with one of warning, but the gesture hardly has time to translate before the hand on your back glides up your bare skin and over your shoulder, where it wraps around the front of your neck. there, his grip on you firms up enough to choke the air—and the nerve—right out of you, before he uses the unfair leverage to tug you off the countertop.

your back crashes back into his clothed chest, the contrast in modesty burning your cheeks hot. but the grasp on your throat doesn’t leave you enough air to complain—about the crudeness of it all, or about the way he’s gripping you as surely as he’d held his pool stick during the last round.

his head lowers to your level, his lips wrapping around the lobe of your ear for a quick nibble before retreating to whisper, “you’re easy enough.”

your hands wrap around the arm that imprisons you, your throat bopping beneath his grip with the silent plea for air. but he’s surprisingly quick to relent as he finally loosens his hold on you, hand tracing over your collar bone and across your breast for a snarky squeeze before he shifts to bend you over the counter once more.

“you look better bent over the bathroom counter than you do over the pool table—sure as hell perform better here, too,” he remarks suddenly, hands finding a steadying grip at your waist as his thrusts make a brutal comeback. he lifts a hand only to whip it across your ass cheek in a spank, urging a strangled moan from your lips. it’s a sound ridiculous enough to make him chuckle before he rubs a soothing line over the skin, almost gentle enough to make you believe it was an apology.

“not a sore loser, huh?” he recalls your words from earlier. “i want ya to show me that ya ain’t all talk, sweetheart. i want you to come for me—all over my fuckin’ dick. can ya do that for me, hm?”

you wince at the rapid pace he adapts, and the way he seems to excavate your core like a starved man searching for gold—like he’s already made up his mind for you. your palms sprawl across the counter before you, your vision becoming blurry with the mingle of pain and pleasure that burns your eyes teary. at this rate, it’s not if you can come completely undone for him—it’s when, and how many times.

“god—yes,” you sputter out breathlessly, your walls clenching around him with every second that passes.

“atta girl,” he praises gruffly, fingers tightening into the flesh of your hips as he drives your body into the counter. “god, you feel so fuckin’ good. so fuckin’ tight,” he breathes into the space, folding over at the waist to press himself against your back—like you’re finally wearing him out for a change. his jaw finds the slope of your shoulder as he settles his full weight over you, but his pace below doesn’t stutter. it wouldn’t dare. “knew i was right to take a fuckin’ chance on ya. prettiest girl in the room with a cunt slicker than any o’ my shittiest pickup lines. gonna come inside o’ ya—fill ya up real good. you want that, huh?” he grunts against your slick skin.

you utter a string of moans in acknowledgment, but your high is too close to allow any tangible words to part your lips. you’re overwhelmed with the pleasure, your body completely surrendering to him with a malleability that rocks your forms in unison. it’s a clear enough answer that has him grunting with every thrust, desperately chasing the high that’ll finally snap the string that winds both your bodies taut.

and then his tip finds your cervix in one final bruising motion, forcing a broken gasp from your lips. “oh, fuck!” you breathe out, and he harmonises with his own broken grunt, the grip on your body bruising as he latches onto something—anything that’ll ground him in the midst of his climax.

“jesus fuckin’ christ,” he pants against you, one hand releasing your waist as he lifts it to brush back the hair cascading over your collapsed head. he lets out a soft chuckle as he catches a glimpse of your red-tinted cheeks, his head tilting to get a better view of the absolute mess he’s reduced you to. “now that’s what i call a real fuckin’ win,” he says haughtily. “looks like i’m two-for-one this evenin’.”

“so charmingly humble,” you scoff weakly against the counter.

he leans in to place a kiss on your neck before retreating from your proximity, leaving your back bare and exposed. the inner of your thighs are slick with the mingle of your juices, seeping through the crevices of your plugged entrance like a testament to the pleasurable moment. for a few seconds, he hovers within your warmth, hands lingering against your back, before he finally pulls himself from your entrance with more caution than he’d exercised this entire evening.

behind you, the sound of his belt clinks into the space as he makes himself proper, and you push yourself off of the counter to face him. he catches your eye with a douchey smirk, hand coming forward to pinch your chin.

“you’re a shitty soloist, sweetheart,” he says, and your face contorts with an affronted expression, but he cuts you off before you’re afforded a comeback. “but a goddamn good team-player. i’d wish you better luck next time, but for my sake, i hope you suck just as much.”

he drops a suggestive wink before releasing your chin, briefly trailing his knuckles down your jaw before turning his back on you. he reaches for the bathroom door, clicking it open and slipping through the crack without so much as a second glance back.

a/n. not proof read soz

[huggybearhughes43]

Haha I am LOVING the Hughes brother series…. Can I just request one with only jack? But not only smut. Some angst too. Like they fall asleep together at the lake house after doing that. And Quinn and Luke find them the next morning but don’t say anything. They just ignore the both of them Nd are super rude towards her, so they all are at family dinner and Quinn speaks up saying stuff towards her basically exposing what she was doing and she gets up and leaves but then you can get the rest!!

Kiss me hard before you go

Jack Hughes x Fem! Reader

Okay I changed up the end cus I might write more chapters but yeah. Also, last part until I clear out my inbox! Here’s pt1, pt2, and pt3

Warnings- All the Hughes brothers x reader, Jack Hughes smut, angst, soft sex, raw dawgin, a lotta crying and not the good kind

Summary- After a long day with the boys, Jack tells the reader that he found a girl he really likes but wants to have one last time with her before him and the girl get serious. Quinn doesn’t take it too well when he finds Jack and the reader in bed together.

Word count- 2.1k

It had been three hours since Trevor and Cole arrived. The two insisted on spending the day on the boat, in which the brothers couldn’t refuse. I sit by myself on the back of the boat with Quinn driving and the other four boys at the front. The noon sun shined on my face, resulting in me putting my book over my face to block the sun out. Quinn stops the boat and makes his way to me without me realizing. The touch of his soft hands on my arm startles me, I take the book off my face and furrow my brows. “What?” He smiles down at me. “You’re sitting on the anchor.” A small “oh” falls off my lips as I stand up.

He drops the anchor into the water and then closes the seat I was sitting on so I can sit on it once again. I grab a towel I packed and lay it out on the back tail of the boat. Before I lay down on the towel I pull Quinn’s shirt off of myself, followed by my shorts. I hear a faint whistle come from Trevor’s way, resulting in me flipping him off before laying on the towel. The boys are in the water in the beat of a heart, but for some reason Quinn stays. I’m quietly reading my book when I feel a presence next to me.

“What’re you reading?” He practically lays his head on my shoulder to look at the book. “I’m re-reading Percy Jackson.” I show him the cover then go back to reading. “Why aren’t you in the water with everyone else?” He moves his head on my shoulder to look at me, “I’d rather be up here with you.” I close my book and look at him, “I wish I never did this” Quinn furrows his brows, “what? Why?” I gnaw at my bottom of my lip before I tell him. “I know you know that I liked you but did you really know how long?”

Quinn takes a breath, thinking for a moment before shaking his head. “No, I don’t think I do.” I stare into his eyes before looking away. “Since the day we met.” I mumble. “Y/n, fifteen years?” I shrug at his words, “now I’ve ruined it.” Quinn’s eyes go soft and he rubs his jaw. “You think about our happiness too much” I look at him and frown, “what?” “I mean, even if you do something that hurts our feelings, we’ll get over it. That’s how much we love you, y/n.” I smile as he talks, “thank you.” We stare at each other for a short moment before Quinn leans in. The kiss was soft and thoughtful.

“Ugh, stop making out.” We jump away from each other, a smile cracking on my lips when I realize it was just Jack. “Could you be any louder?” Quinn shakes his head and Jack scoffs, “could you be any more obvious?” The other boys follow Jack suite, getting back on the boat. Quinn sits with me for a moment more in silence, “just remember what I said, okay?” I look at him and nod before he stands up, joining his brothers back on the inside of the boat.

After the five hour mark, at two in the afternoon, the boat ride was miserable. I didn’t want to say anything because the boys were having fun but my skin felt tight from the sun and the heat was making me nauseous. Luke got back on the boat for a reason that’s unknown and noticed my state almost immediately. “Y/n, are you okay?” My head was leaned back in the seat with a cold water bottle pressed to my neck. “Overheated.” “Still don’t wanna get in the lake?” I shake my head without even looking at him. “I’ll tell the guys, won’t mention your name, promise.” I smile at his gentle words, “thank you, Lukey”

I didn’t know what Luke told them but the boys were back on the boat in minutes. Quinn was behind the wheel, taking us back to the docks. I was the first one who rushed off of the boat the second we were tied to the dock. The sun tight skin was uncomfortable as I rushed inside. I run up to Luke and I’s shared room to change into a tube top and loose shorts to ease the pain of the burnt skin. I sigh as I make my way downstairs, regretting not wearing sun cream. The boys goofed their way into the living room next to the kitchen.

I walk past Ellen and she gasps. “Oh honey, I have cream upstairs in my room. It’ll help the burn, come on.” I nod and follow her back up to the stairs. Ellen was like a second mom to me, she took care of me that way. So when she asked me to take the shirt off I was wearing I did so without second thought. I pulled it off as Ellen grabbed the cream out of her drawers. She rubs it into her hands before smothering it against my sunscreen. My heart skipped a beat when the door swung open. My arms instinctively fly to cover my chest, a huff of almost relief fell from my lips realizing it was just Jack. Ellen scoffs and turns me to face away from her son, “didn’t I ever teach you to knock?” He rubs his neck and shakes his head, “sorry mom, I’ll come back later.” He turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

Ellen finishes up with my back, my skin already feeling more than better. I put my shirt back on before thanking her and leaving the room. The rest of the day goes as normal as one would think. The boys hung out around the pool while Jim grilled dinner, I stayed in with Ellen so I didn’t harm my skin any further. But what I couldn’t help but notice the lingering stares from the middle brother anytime he comes inside. Even during dinner he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me, which of course Quinn took a notice to. I decided to help with the dishes afterwards, Jack jumping to voluntarily help me.

He stands beside me and I can’t help but speak up. “What’s going on with you, J?” I look up at him. He shrugs, “nothing” I roll my eyes with a soft scoff, “you’re such a bad liar.” He finishes up the dishes and sighs, “if you come up to my room later I’ll tell you-“ “trying to get into my pants?” Jack laughs and shakes his head, “no but that would definitely be a plus if you let me.” I roll my eyes and nod, “yeah, I’ll be up there later.” I dry my hands and sit down on the couch.

Once the boys starting going to bed one by one, I decide it’s my time to as well. Jack mentions that he’s going up to his room and I follow up by saying the same. Jacks already on his bed when I enter his room, closing the door behind me. I sit on the side of his bed with my arms crossed. “Okay, I’ve been going over what I was gonna say and you were right.” He smiles cheekily and I scoff. “But listen! I have a reason.” “Uh huh, and that reason is…?” I look at him with a raised brow. “So there’s this girl, right?” “There’s a girl and you want to get into my pants?” I look at him confused. “Listen!” He urges “I’m listening.”

“I just- before me and her get serious, you know? I really like her, but you- shit I’ve liked you for years.” I can’t help but laugh at his words. He scoffs, “stop laughing!” I pinch my lips to stop myself from even smiling and I nod my head, “fine, fine, okay.” I giggle, agreeing to help him. He smiles and grasps my hips, pulling me onto his lap. “You’re so lucky I love you.” I whisper before kissing him softly, “I know” he mumbles against my lips. It was weird coming from Jack, he was normally fast paced and sloppy but now he was soft. I guessed he just knew that this would be the last time we were able to be together like this.

Jack moves me so I’m the one with my head pressed against the pillows while he hovered above me. His hands pull at my top before pulling it off of my head, his head dipping down to my bare chest. He presses soft kisses all over my chest before sucking faint marks over my breasts. He carefully nips at my nipples, pulling them into his mouth before kissing down my stomach. I never thought I’d see this side of Jack, soft and caring. He loops his fingers in my shorts, pulling them down as well as my panties. Before he had the chance to do anything, I pull him up to connect our lips.

He pulls away for a moment to rid of his own shirt before connecting our lips again. My hands roam over his chest and forth down to rest on his abs. Jack sits up, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes. He presses his head to the nape of my neck before lining himself up. My wetness served as a lubricant, helping him slip inside of me. I let out a content sigh when he bottoms out, causing him to laugh softly against my neck. “Shut up” he smirks against my neck, “yes ma’am.” And before I even have the chance to respond, he retracts his hips and snaps them back into mine. With each thrust, a moan like gasp falls from my lips.

Jack reaches his hand down in between us, pressing his thumb to my clit. With the feeling of him circling my sensitive bud, my cunt clenches around his dick. The feeling makes him groan against my neck, “I’m gonna cum” he whispers. I nod with my eyes pinched shut, “me too.” With just a few more thrusts, he lets go and releases deep inside of me. The feeling sends me over the edge, my juices coating him. I look down at him and when our eyes meet, a smile cracks onto my lips. He slowly pulls out and lays down next to me, pulling me into his arms. I reach down to the floor, stealing jacks shirt to pull over myself. I lay back in his arms. Without another word, we both fall soundly asleep.

The sound of a scoff wakes me up, I look towards the door to see an obviously pissed off Quinn. I look back down at Jack, he was still sound asleep. I look back at Quinn and he looked as if he were trying to kill me with his look. I roll my eyes and stand up, walking up to Quinn to push him out of the room. I follow him quick suits, “what’s your problem?” I whisper yell to him when we both walk into his room. “What’s my problem? Are you just trying to play with our feelings?” I look at him dumbfounded before anger floods my face. “This is the exact fucking reason I said I regret doing this, the reason I can’t date any of you!” “You regret doing it? Then why’d you go and do it again?” I stare at the oldest brother with a disgusted look on my face.

“What happened with what you said earlier? Huh? That even if I hurt your feelings you’d get over because that’s how much you love me? Or were you talking about your brothers forgiving me if I got with you?” His silence gives me my answer and I just shake my head, “go fuck yourself.” I say in a fit of rage before storming out of his room, making my way to my shared one with Luke. Luke’s sound asleep when I rush in, the sound of my heavy foot steps and quiet sobs wake him up.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” He asks, holding his arms out for me to crawl into without another word. He holds he as I cry into his chest, I knew even if I told him that he wouldn’t be mad at me in a million years. But still, if I tried to tell him the sobs would muffle my words and he wouldn’t even be able to tell me. He runs his hands over my hair in attempt to soothe me. “It’s okay, y/n, just tell me later. Everything’s going to be okay, I promise.” My sobs die off as I slowly fall asleep in Luke’s arms. He doesn’t stop his comforting motions until he was sure I was asleep. Luke lays down as ultimately falls asleep with me, still holding me close.

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Vaggie: Alastor can you watch the eggs their being....eggs and I have to- just take them off my hands

Alastor: ooo i certainly will....

Vaggie:.....in a peaceful manner. Alastor.

Alastor: mmm well that's less fun, also why should I watch them?

Vaggie: well you're going to some meeting and I have to help charlie-

Alastor: didn't she excuse you from your duties for today?

Vaggie:...why would she- why would I ask for that??

Alastor: why, you have to come to this meeting to my dear!

Vaggie: no I dont?? It's an overlord meeting I'm not an overlord-

Alastor: but you are!

Vaggie: if anything charlie should probably be going with you rather then me- what what??

Alastor: I'll explain on the way! *just fucking leaves*

Vaggie: wha- alastor! Alastor I swear to the lord you better explain!

Alastor: hmmm, well you're an overlord my dear I don't think there's anything else TO explain

Vaggie: right...but I'm NOT an overlord??

Alastor: I beg to differ, I knew there was something off about you but couldn't place it until Charlie said something

Vaggie: Charlie- what does- okay you know what? You're insane. I'm going to go talk to Charlie myself!

Alastor grabs her shirt collar like a kitten: ah-ah-ah you have a meeting to attend my dear! It's be bad manners if you skipped it, whoch I suppose you've been skipping them for the past 5 or so years?

Vaggie: No, I haven't! and let go of my you asshole!

Alastor: hmmm no I don't think I will~ come on now! We're already half way there!

Vaggie: ugh, at least tell me how you and xharlie think I'm an overlord- which I'm NOT by the way!

Alastor: well...do you remember that sinner you saved? The one you had a slat with and ended uo teaching self defense?

Vaggie: how do you-....ah, charlie- what does that have to do with anything??

Alastor radio noise of displeasure: well, APPARENTLY they told more demons, you DO remember the large influx of demons who came to you right?

Vaggie: I.....I um....yeah....

Alastor: well they said they owed you 'favors' correct?

Vaggie:....fuck.

Alastor: they gave you their souls until said favor is called upon! You not using it has apparently given you the reputation of a very lenient overlord, a defensive and protective one at that! So more people cane to you, you trianed them in defense and most gave you their souls so you could call upon them for a favor at a time of your choosing!

Vaggie: going through the 5 stages of grief trying to process it all

Alastor: On top of that, the other overlords seem to be threatened by the fact you have so many souls and demons going to you WILLINGLY, you not showing up to meetings and beong little morningstars girlfriend doesnt help that either!So this will be a fun first meeting~

Vaggie: no no no no no nope! Alastor, you let me go right this second! I am not- no! Alastor! Alastor!!!

Zestial: Alastor and...oh the defensive Overlord nice to meet you again nd to finally meet you

Vaggie: ¿¡Quién diablos es esta araña joder!? (Who the hell is this spider fuck!?)

Part 1 | Part 2(here!!) | Part 3

[gorgeouslypink]

HIIII PINK!!! When I heard you were leaving I was so sad I even started crying and started to doubt myself on entering the void. I was like “how tf am I going to get into the void without pink???” I started procrastinating reading some of your post basically stalking ur page staying up til 4 in the morning (I was desperate 😭). I realized that I already read all of ur post, nd I just was surprised on how much time I wasted trying to get into the void. And I always dreamt abt putting a success story in your inbox. I already had all the knowledge i needed so what’s the point of more? I deleted tumblr and thought of anything that could help me get in the void. I did SATS while listening to my subliminal playlist, i daydreamed abt the void and my desires for fun, i affirmed for my void concept randomly throughout the day, feeling of the wish fulfilled, listened to delta waves when I was abt to sleep, and I meditated once a day for 10 mins. Meditation was optional but whateva 🤷‍♀️. I ONLY DID THAT FOR THREE FREAKING DAYS. And Im still mad at myself for wasting time procrastinating for 9 months. I was going to take a nap and I was in a drowsy state, so might as well affirm for the void right? I started saying affs like “I’m in the void”, etc etc. Once I started affirming, everything was just calm Yk? My body wanted to move but it was like it couldn’t cause the state I was in was calm asf. So I closed my eyes and just repeated the affs in my head over and over and over until I got this feeling like as if my body was floating, then I payed attention to it for a split second then ignored It after. I kept on affirming then I felt like I was being pulled then let go and it was as if I was falling. Everything got darker and quieter. So then I got scared and jumped because that scared me soo bad (I’m a easy person to scare 😔). After that, I felt like I was actually a master at the void, I took a nap again and I had the same feeling but when I felt like I fell I kept my calm. Then I couldn’t hear my fan which was louddd, I opened my eyes to total darkness, I was scared for two seconds and realized I was in the void!! Ngl I had a whole list set up with my desires and I was ready to affirm and goooo!!! But I realized how calm the void is and stayed there for what felt like 5 minutes. I did affirm I had all my desires and that I was able to wake up in the void under 5 seconds. When I woke up from the void it was 9 pm and I took a nap at 2!!! I woke up with all of my desires nd shi. (I would explain in more detail in how I got in and stuff like that but I was in a rush and didn’t want to make this too long 😀)

BUT THANK YOU SMM PINK, IM GOING TO MISS U SM. YOU HAVE BEEN A REALLY BIG HELP WITH MY VOID JOURNEY, I TRULY APPRECIATE EVERYTHING U HAVE DONE FOR THIS COMMUNITY, MAKE SURE TO ENJOY UR SELF 💗💗💖💖💖💗💕

✌️😼

Hi love!!! Omgosh I'm so proud of you! This is so cute and you deserve this so much and I'm genuinely happy for you. 💗

[prettygirlformula]

things i do to distract myself.

i dont usually post textposts, but i decided to do something different because, its november!!! nd we all know this months is when things go wrong and i've been struggling to practice self-care so here are some of my favourite things i like to do to remind myself i am loved, and perhaps give you all some inspo if you're in a funk too!! <3

listen to music i tend to have different playlists as i believe that the music you listen to dictates your mood. as much as i enjoy my jazz and classical, when im in a funk i need to be hype 24/7!! my go to's are usually anything future, miss stallion, glorilla, king von, tate mcrae, charli or carti. i need to listen to music that'll manifest success and confidence.

read i'll read anything really, just to keep my mind off social media BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO ROT MY BRAIN WHEN IM FEELING SULKY. im currently reading letters from a stoic by seneca - im learning plenty and its keeping me stay calm

body movement i love a good run, or a pilates sesh so i'll put all my anger and sadness into pushing myself to run an extra k, or that extra set. sometimes its nice to just clear ur lungs and ur mind, and it'll build my strength physically and mentally!!! plus i'll look even better so he'll regret ever ending things with me

visit the beach im a beach girl forever, the ocean has always been my best friend. a quick swim will alwayssss level me out. there's cute boutiques and my favourite açai place along the esplanade and i love walking down there during the sunset or sunrise to keep me busy.

annoy my friends i love my friends so much they're my everything!!! they bring me peace even if we're loud. there's something about surrounding yourself with positive and loving energy that i'll never get tired of, if i could i would give all my love in my body to them.

write ive always been a writer i think. i have to get everything in my mind onto paper or a document or i lose it. its nice to write in my journal about things im grateful for, things im scared about and things i want to achieve. as well as just what went on in my day - i think that now im out of high school im living a much more dramatic and different life to what i used to, so i need to process these things. also i write w a muji pen so it makes the experience so fun.

cry no matter how nonchalant i try to be, im a crier - even at the clubs (it gets embarrassing) but i find it a great way to rid my anger, sadness or stress - better out than in.

meditate ive only just started practicing this, but its very peaceful!! well duh i like to do it during sunset in the park near one of the beaches i frequent (so i can swim too hehe) and the sound of the waves, the people and life can kind of block out anything in my head!!

clean/re-organise my room organised room = organised mind!! (my dad taught me that one) but during this process i always find something that i forgot about and i get distracted, so it takes longer but i get the job #done

call my mummy my mum and i are close, shes my best friend so i tell her everything (except my tattoos and my ehem..rendevouz..) her wisdom has helped me in a lot of situations...i tend to write down the advice she gives me so i dont forget and fuck up. again :p

retail therapy maybe not the most healthy way of self-care, but it gets the job done i cannot lie!! sometimes you need to spend a little bit of money to sustain some peace in your life. you do need that glossier lip liner babe, get it, you deserve it.

ofc some of these things may not work well for you, but self-care is what makes you feel good!!! im open to new ideas of self-care so lmk what you guys do :p + thank you so much for 3 blessed years on this account, eternally grateful for everyone <3

[unknowable-known]

Well the thing is that i dont want to practice ND anymore and the reason for it is that there is no realization and what's the point of realizing that you are GOD when you just are

Like i was meditating for a month to be get to know myself but if i'm already a realized being what's the point doing all this?

Is the acceptance not enough?

If all the experiences are nothing then teg experince of becoming a realized person must not hold any meaning either

I'm going through my asks and cleaning out my inbox. Hoping this reaches you anon, sorry it's a month late. I am sorry to everyone that sent proper asks in too, sometimes I have the time and capacity, sometimes I don't.

Okay, so you're speaking as if the idea you hold of a "you" as person can be "realized" or notice infinite openness - this is a misunderstanding. Of course you feel frustrated and a tad nihilistic about these pointers with such a misunderstanding.

There is no mind nor human noticing or realizing. What's noticing all of this phenomena is infinite openness that you are in actuality. The human, mind, surroundings are being noticed/formed by yourself - infinite awareness. You see?

The meaning or purpose is just because, because we are having fun, because an infinite amount of things. There is no actual purpose and an infinite amount of purpose all at once. You seem to be this human in this dream, then you notice you are the ungraspable, formless, undefinable eternal beingness in actuality. Just because, whatever reasoning that comes up in the moment is valid but you cannot determine that it is an actual purpose that holds any monolithic or definite meaning. And ultimately any type of reasoning can never truly or permanently define the infinite openness that you are. Notice this.

There might seem to be acceptance or negation. But can such things ultimately define you-infinite openness/ awareness? What we truly are can never be defined or known as anything. You notice what you are not - all illusory definitions and concepts - and in turn you notice all that you are.