#You know with the audio gift I could listen to everyone but I think I may hold off until after I see the show

[chemicallywrit]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! It was podcast girls week and i loved seeing everyone’s art and fic and memes. Gorls. ❤️ Let’s get to the shows!

🎤 Childish! Childish: The Podcast Musical finally got the chance to post their finale! And it did not disappoint. I had forgotten exactly how good the music was in this show, and how funny and clever it was. Guys, if you care about college comedies with a side of the best dang music I've heard out of a podcast, please listen to Childish. I'm so happy for them. This is really proof though, that it's worth it not to give up on a podcast (I'll wait for you forever Althaar).

🥩 Oh man, this episode of Mayfair Watcher's Society was incredible. The story would be good even without the incredible performances of Ashlee Jones and Brandon Nguyen, but CAN we talk about them actors??? What an incredible exploration of your worst nightmares coming true. Mind the content warnings for this one, folks. Meg Tuten is, as always, a genius.

🦾 Breathing Space consistently hits notes of working class struggle and desperation with care and thoughtfulness, but this past episode's rendition of "Sixteen Tons" was absolutely gorgeous. I loved the lo-fi singing together. It was perfect.

🐟 @monstrousproductions’ Travelling Light has once again introduced me to an absolutely delightful character. Vermi is my favorite guy. I love him and his fish face and his translation innovation. This show is a constant gift.

🤖 Ohhhhh man, oh man, Ask Your Father ended in the only possible way it could, which I should have seen coming. Oh my gosh. Mikeyyyyyyyy...I won't spoil it, but it was maybe perfect. I cried a little. Season two when.

🌊 I started Waterlogged this week! What a good anthology—it’s creepy AND wet! I think some horror anthologies suffer from a lack of theme that can make them fall into a rhythm, but I don’t foresee this being a problem for Waterlogged. The first three episodes are all so different, and I love it. Go check it out!

🪱 I want to give a shoutout to Earworm! Earworm is an upcoming musical about ghosts and haunting by the folks behind Shadows At the Door! I know a lot of the cast (David Ault, Michelle Kelly, Erika Sanderson, and so many others) and I'm so thrilled to hear this--assuming they can finish out their crowdfund! If you can throw them a little cash, please do!

That’s all for now! 😘

[scariusaquarius]

unexpected.

CHRISTMAS ADVENT BONANZA 2K24 Day 11: Heartfelt Present, William Lennox

William Lennox x Fem! Reader Summary: After the death of Ironhide, William takes the loss pretty hard. You manage to recover a piece of the old bot.

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A/n: today was so busy it was fucking unreal, so this is late, and i'm sorry! But here it is!!

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Genre: Friendship, Fluff Rated: Everyone Warning: Slightly Angsty, Swearing, William gets a bit emotional

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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The base on Diego Garcia was bustling with life. Autobots and N.E.S.T. soldiers alike were trying to rebuild after the battle with Sentinel Prime and Megatron, voices and machinery echoing throughout the place as everyone tried their best to get things done as quickly as possible.

While the rebuilding was being taken care of by regular soldiers alike, the few highly regarded N.E.S.T members were still taking care of Decepticons while they still could while the U.S. Government decided what they wanted to do with the Autobots.

Time had gone by so fast since then that Christmas was suddenly upon you, and you weren't sure what to do. Did Will even realize what time of year it was? You chewed the inside of your cheek, your pocket feeling heavy as your gift for your colonel as he mulled over paperwork.

You were supposed to be helping him tie up loose ends, but your mind was too occupied with anxiety to be able to focus. You were sure that William had noticed, but he had yet to say anything. However, when you didn't flip the page of a current report you were reading for over five minutes, William finally looked over at you.

"You doing alright?"

You jolted as if you just remembered where you were, and you ducked your head in shame, adverting your eyes away from William's as you replied halfheartedly.

"Oh, uh...yeah, I'm okay."

"You're such a shit liar, you know that?"

His tone was teasing, but William was worried about you. He could tell that you were struggling after the battle; becoming unsure and anxious with everything that you did, and though William didn't want to assume that you no longer wanted to work with N.E.S.T or supported it, he couldn't rule it out.

"My apologies, sir. I just don't want to add more to your plate."

William set his papers down and he turned to you to give his full attention, shaking his head.

"Listen, you're a valuable part of my team, so your well-being matters to me more than some dumbass reports our lovely Director of National Security wants."

You couldn't help but to chuckle, shaking your head at his sarcastic tone, and William smiled slightly. You became quiet; slowly drawing back into your shell as you began to think, and then you sighed and slipped your hand into your pocket.

Taking out a poorly-wrapped gift, you gave it to him, William's eyes widening in shock from the gesture.

"It's...almost Christmas, and you know that I don't really have folks at home, so you guys are as family as it gets. So, uh...Merry Christmas, Colonel."

William was astounded, caught off guard, and he moved to sit next to you, his frame slightly towering over yours as he inspected it.

"Wow, that's so kind of you, (L/n). You know you didn't have to do that, right?"

"I know, but...the opportunity came up and I took it because I knew this would be important for you."

William glanced at you before he carefully unwrapped the gift, and within his hands was a large disc with Cybertronian written on it. William wasn't sure why, but it seemed familiar, and you said quietly.

"It's Ironhide's Audio Receptor. I recovered it from the ashes, and I think it wasn't affected by Sentinel's gun because it fell off first before the rust touched it. I thought that you would want to have it."

William was floored, and his fingers brushed against the disc, speechless. You, however, continued to speak.

"I made sure to ask Optimus if it was okay to give it to you, and even Optimus agreed that you would be the most deserving person to have the last remnant that remains of Ironhide."

William glanced over at you, and he asked you softly.

"Is this why you've been so nervous since the battle? I thought...maybe you just didn't want to be apart of the team anymore. I thought you were waiting to ask me to resign."

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head, waving your hands wildly in front of you.

"Oh, no, no! God, no, I could never leave this job, Will. You, and the rest of N.E.S.T. have become my family. I pledged my life to you, and that hasn't changed. I just...I wasn't sure how to give this to you because I didn't want to upset you...and I wasn't sure if you were gonna go home for the holidays or not."

William wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you close and resting his head against yours, your heart racing within your chest. He couldn't speak, choked up for a moment, and his voice was just above a whisper as he replied.

"This means more to me than you realize. Thank you, truly."

You relaxed against him, chuckling quietly.

"I'm glad that you liked it. I know it's probably a bit weird, but-"

"-No, it's not weird at all."

William cut you off. He sighed for a moment before he pulled away from you to hold the disc with two hands. He was staring down at the metal, his eyes looking exhausted as his shoulders sagged slightly.

"I miss him a lot...he was a good friend."

You rested your hand on his shoulders, your voice gentle.

"I'm sure he thought of you the same way, Colonel. If you'd like, I can take over doing reports so our lovely Director of National Security doesn't decide to drop by just to scream about the reports."

William shook his head gently, smiling before he propped up the disc against the lamp, the metal sparkling slightly within the light as William said.

"No, it's okay. I've got some pretty good motivation to get shit done now."

Smiling widely at William, he playfully nudged you before the two of you began to work on the reports again.

END DAY 11

*cue what i've done, directed by michael bay*

[starleska]

Ngl I must confess…I’ve always mixed up the Outlast and Resident Evil franchises. Idk why. Maybe something in the color palettes? Impossible to tell. I got real good at telling the difference between the games recently tho. However, at the exact same time you started posting Ramon Salazar, another person I follow started posting Franco Barbi. Once again, I do not know why, but I GUESS their silhouettes were too similar. I was back at square one and mixing them up for awhile.

I recently started to tell them apart effortless again! Which is nice. All is well in the world. And now YOURE POSTING FRANCO BARBI—

Regardless, good for you, good for him. At least I can still tell them apart now. I love both of them. <3 I hope y’all are doing well, invite me to both weddings. I imagine they’ll be wildly different aesthetics. 👀 I’m here for it😂

(also, once again, I hope you’re doing well and having a good time! I’ve been rather stressed lately but your blog and new blorbos make me feel better, it’s all so fun <3 that being said, still take breaks if you need them, I’ll be just fine, everyone will be fine 💖 old posts are just as fun as new ones. XD Tumblr user Starleska and the menagerie of F/Os would never hurt me…unlike…planning what to pack to housesit next-door…dungeons and dragons and other ttrpgs with my far nerdier family…being unable to really pound the pavement looking for jobs until I know the autism evaluation process is over…multiple friends drawing and writing my male blorbos pregnant/about to be pregnant (as gifts and/or psychological warfare) bc they love domesticity but don’t believe in me-pregnant or “fpreg” no matter what I say about the matter… c’est le vie, vastly first world problems. I wish you the absolute best!!! Take care!💖)

dfghfd WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THESE ARE TWO VERY DIFFERENT GUYS!!!!!!

i would be offended if i didn't think you were inching towards falling for one or both at some point...and if you weren't coming into my inbox talking about getting your faves pregnant 😂💖 (speaking of, your pals have excellent taste - you should tell me who your Franco simp friend is, and see if they'd be interested in Ramón 👀)

i do get it, i do...they're both short, murderous mutant men with violent tempers and small yet dedicated fanbases who find them impossibly sexy 🙈💖 but Ramón Salazar is like...his first iteration is all formal and cunning, yet with a tendency to explode and go into childish fits of rage, whilst his second iteration is all airs and graces with a colder, more measured exterior. whereas Franco Barbi...i mean, i think we could write whole books on everything wrong with him ��😂 if you value your life don't listen to Franco's audio lines i think i blushed so hard it hurt and all the colour drained out of my face at the same time- congratulations on now being able to tell them apart!!! that means you miiiight just survive long enough for them to grow attached to you. what would you prefer? Ramón softly caressing your face and calling you 'my dear', being enticed into becoming the Castellan's princess? or Franco chasing you down, cornering you and murmuring absolute filth into your ear? two very different flavours, but both equally enticing 😉 (or, y'know, maybe you have some self-respect and i'm just shooting blanks 💀) awww honey it is so good to hear from you - but i'm sorry you've been so stressed!!! 🫂🫂 that is far too much stuff to be dealing with all at once. how's the progress re: the autism assessment now? don't worry, it won't last forever - and all of these other problems will seem smaller once your time is freer! sounds like you've got lovely things in the pipeline as well, so please do remember to chill out and rest and come and scream about your faves on here for relaxation purposes. doctor's orders 🥰

[simpforchuchu]

OMG I didn’t read the HnLTWX, so sorry abt that😭 I do have a req for TWX though! could i please req the Oyakou bois reacting to an s/o who has a talent? (any talent of ur choice n it doesn’t have to be the same for each of them) SORRY FOR THAT AGAIN BUT ANYWAYS LY N TY🥲

How would Oya Boys react to reader who has talent?

a/n: Hii! No need to be sorry and love you too 💕 Here is your request, i hope you like it 🤗💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

Fujio ♡ ~cooking~

•  I think Fujio definitely doesn't know how to cook

•  No, not because he was looking for someone to cook for him, but because he was such a bad cook that he could set the kitchen on fire.

•  Maybe he knows how to make scrambled eggs...

•  At the beginning of the relationship,when his sweet lover who was visiting him told him that she had prepared a bento and hearts definitely appeared in his eyes...

•  It means a lot for him that someone does something for him.

•  But preparing a bento?  Wow, this boy definitely thinks this is a very difficult thing and he is very grateful

•  When he opens bento, the carefully prepared food will make him very happy and he will eat it with joy

•  He's definitely talking about it to everyone...

• THINKS SHE IS THE MOST AWESOME CHIEF IN THE WORLD AND IS NO 1 FAN NOW

Tsukasa ♡ ~singing~

•  Although Tsukasa has a very calm character, I think he is usually a stressed person

•  In a world of fights, friendships, and lots of violence, there's someone who makes his life beautiful

•  And it's a treasure for him

•  He was quite surprised when he realized the beauty of her voice and thought how peaceful it was as he listened to it.

•  I think he will often ask his girlfriend to sing

•  A slow song they listen to and love together and the voice of his y/n

•  Lying and smiling on the knees of the young girl with his eyes closed

•  He keeps many audio recordings of his lover for when he needs her while she sleeps, and listens to the songs she sings when he can't sleep at night

Todoroki ♡ ~knitting~

•  No matter how tough he looks, I believe Todoroki would be a great boyfriend.

•  A caring, understanding and genius boyfriend

•  He always thinks and feels how lucky he is to have the young girl

•  But now he realizes he's never been this happy

•  He won't be able to say anything for a while when Y/n gives him a beret and scarf she knitted herself.

•  Pretty cute ones...

• He wants to cry from happiness but no, he won't

•  Even though he doesn't show much joy in front of her, I think he will hug his gifts for a long time at home.

Tsuji & Shibaman ♡ ~drawing~

•  Although their characters are somewhat similar, Tsuji is calmer and colder than Shiba

•  But they never show their girlfriends the aggressive side they show to their friends and enemies.

•  They would be quite surprised if they ever saw her sketchbook by chance.

•  No, they weren't going through her stuff, they saw her open notebook on the table

•  I can imagine Shibaman getting pretty excited and looking at the drawings.In fact, he will never stop talking about it. He'll probably ask her to draw him too

•  Tsuji will react more calmly. He's definitely fascinated, but he won't show it. I'm sure his heart will speed up when he sees himself among the drawings...

YasuKiyo ♡ ~baking~

•  I think these two definitely have a soft spot for sugar.

•  I can especially imagine Yasushi eating cake or chocolate every day

•  So having a lover who can bake will make them feel like heavenly

•  I'M SURE BOTH WILL BE EXCITED

•  Maybe Screams and Laughters?

•  I don't think they will force her to bake for them but they will definitely be the biggest fans of cakes

•  When she try new recipes, they won't be afraid to taste them.

•  Maybe they can even help her decorate the cream, but I don't think it's a good idea.

ChunChun ♡ ~dancing~

•  Of course it must be dancing

•  We all know this duo's love for hip-hop

•  That's why the dancer s/o is....

•  God, such fanboys...

•  They're both totally babies so I think they're going to have a pretty cute relationship.

•  And they probably won't find out by coincidence or accident, the reader will tell them and they will be quite surprised.

•  SO WHEN SHE SHOWS THEM UDDHHSJD

•  GOD THEY ARE HER BIGGEST FAN

•  They will attend every show or contest of her and support her

•  And yes, they definitely can't stop talking about her... never.

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx

[thefederationfiles]

Uh? Hello?

/click/

Cellbit

Uh, hello? I’m not really sure how to start this... suppose I should introduce myself first, I am Cellbit, the new head archivist of the Federation Census Bureau. Still not entirely sure how I landed this position, but I’m not going to refuse it, a promotions a promotion in my eyes.

I was allowed to pick some assistants to help me out, they didn’t really give me a limit on how many I could pick (that they told me about) but I’ve decide to pick three, from various departments within the federation itself. Roier, from exploration, Fit from the clean-up crew and, Etoiles from security, all pretty chill guys, though sometimes ONE of them can get on my nerves…

But I digress.

My predecessor, Bagi, was a very organised woman, and everything, though weirdly done, is actually rather ordered when you think about it for more than five seconds. However, I personally enjoy audio recordings, if find them easier to listen back to if research is needed. For some strange reason however my usual recording equipment wont work, so here we are! With an old tape recorder I found in the desk here.

Anyways, suppose I should start the recording of the actual statement…

On then!

Statement of Phil… no last name given, regarding how he met his wife. Original statement given 23rd of February, 1934. Audio recording by Cellbit, Head archivist of the Federation, Census Bureau, recorded 27th of October 2023, recording begins.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck is HE of ALL people giving a statement, well, consider it a gift! Don’t get so annoyed mate, I only want to repair the relations between us, trust me, just let me tell you my story! It’s a good one.

I first met her when I had supposedly died, I know, very typical of her, but I was just another guy back then! Well, like any self-respecting gentleman, I introduced myself. To say she was confused was an understatement, turns out you’re not meant to be able to speak after death, you’re not even meant to be able to move! Personally, I like to say it was love at first sight, she says, she despised me at first sight. To be fair to her, I was a man who couldn’t die, and her a woman who fed on the dying wishes of men, but plenty of couples have WAY bigger fights when they first meet!

Well, she let me go, I mean she couldn’t really take me, I wasn’t dead. For some reason though, we kept on bumping into each other, always when we were working as well so we could never have a proper conversation. Annoying right? She had to properly prepare the person for consumption, and I always had to get rid of the body! Really hard to flirt when you’re picking up organs that have been thrown against the walls (very messy as well, had to burn that shirt, I liked that shirt…).

To be honest, I always knew that I wasn’t normal, I mean there’s plenty of circumstances I’ve been in where I should’ve died, plenty! I just thought I was a lucky guy, but well, when one survives a hanging, people start to question a bit too much, and well, to put it simply I had to go into hiding! It was rather lonely; I mean don’t get me! It was nice, I made friends with the local crows, they turned into my first murder actually!

Anyways, it was about 25 years or so into this when she visited me, turns out she’d been getting pretty lonely herself! And, well, apparently the other immortal people she knows kept on trying to either fight her or get her to join their own groups, which, just rude! That is not how you get a lady’s attention! So she came to visit since were both so connected with death!

Well, she kept on visiting and eventually I realised everyone who wanted me dead would’ve been dead, so I came out of hiding! That was about 45 years ago, we got married a couple years after and well, you guys know the rest! We started our own group, made a pact with one of the hunts avatars, gotten pretty powerful!

Also I’ve learnt about all the guys and all that, kinda hard not too when you have my job!

Come on now, that’s what you wanted right? A story? A peace offering? Well there you have it! Enjoy, I have a meeting to get too.

/click/

/click/

Well. That was certainly something, I found that statement in the drawers of this desk when I was looking for stationery and thought it a good place to start.

I guess you could say I’m in shock? I mean it really just reassured what I’d already known, I knew stuff existed, I kinda needed too…

Either way, kinda hard to get information on a statement that’s nearly 100 years old, Fit was able to get some information on some serial killings from the 1800’s that he reckons might be related, but I say it’s a bit of a stretch.

/sigh/

Well, better than nothing for the first one! I swear I also heard him talking about an old war buddy…

/click/

[starlesswritings]

❪ ♛ › * ✰ ❫ ⁖ ⁀ ➴ just to live! ░. ꒱

GRAPHIC CONTENT AHEAD: extreme violence, gore, moral ambiguity, blood, major character death, lots of death in general, complete mindfuckery, tons of dead dove content everywhere you turn (well, that had been the idea, I can't remember if I ever wrote that far), anarchy reigns, tough decisions, wrong decisions, mental illness, trauma, graphic depictions of everything uncomfortable minus sex.

The audio logs of Vil Schoenheit as he finds himself in an unorthodox scenario.

Log: 000001

Ha... ha... ha... It's been a long while since I've had to run so fast. In case the person listening has no idea who I am, which is unlikely, my name is Vil Schoenheit. I am twenty years old. A model, actor, skin care and makeup artist — but I guess that's not exactly important right now. What's important is the fact that the world has changed. My life will never be the same. No one's will. Monsters. They're monsters. Everyone's a monster. I'm a monster, too. Ugly. Unsightly! Ha... I'm sorry. I'll be okay. If anything, at least I am positive, that I will survive. I am strong. I have knowledge on how to survive. It's almost like I was prepared for this from childhood. No, so long as I remain vigilant, I will survive. But, will I live? I don't know. I can't tell if I've really ever lived up to now, so how would I know if I'm living or not? How do I know that I can make it out of here alive?

Vil put the recorder back into his pocket and checked his surroundings. The coast was clear. He could make a break for the trees, get some much needed cover, and hopefully find some food.

He controlled his breaths and checked his pulse. So far, so good. He was okay. He was going to be okay. If he pretended this was just another movie script, he would be okay.

Everything was alright.

After all, he was the villain.

Always the villain.

But, he would prove himself! He knew that he could. Vil Schoenheit was nothing if not a survivor. He would get past the ugliness of the world and stand on top, sparkling and beautiful, like the rarest jewel. The most beautiful person on planet Earth.

He wished Rook were here with him. He already missed the dear hunter's presence, and having a hunter by his side would have been so very useful, as well. In any survival situation, Rook Hunt was a good man to pick. When the going got rough, Rook got serious and was an amazingly gifted man — but ever since all of this had broken out, Vil has not been able to get in contact with Rook at all, though he assumed it would be like that everywhere for everyone.

The Fae Valleys would have the most advantages in this sick twisted world. Not only had they never relied upon technology, they thrived with their own two hands. They had been born stronger. More durable. Beautiful and fair in their darkened nature.

At the same time, Vil knew that if he tried to go venture into the Fae Valleys without an invite, he would get destroyed from all sides, so it was not an option whatsoever. Also, due to their lack of technology, it was impossible to tell whether they had been affected by the calamities or not. They were so secluded from the outside world that it was impossible to tell.

He was at the trees when he heard it. The sound he desperately did not want to hear.

Vil sighed as he shut his brain off, cut his emotions from his actions, turned around and shot a gun directly into a woman's skull.

No.

That was not a woman.

That thing could not be a woman. It was a monster. For his own survival, to keep pressing forward, he had to do this.

The blood pooled to the ground and would feed the earth.

Vil rifled through her bag. her purse, and found things he deemed would be useful to him. The monster had terrible taste in color coordination, but it was of no matter now. It has no consequence in the end, because Vil had shot her point blank. He had killed her — it.

Better that he think of it as a thing and not a person.

I am ugly.

I will be beautiful.

In a world such as this, even just to survive would be beautiful. Vil could do it. He had to do it. For everyone he was close to and could not find — he would survive. It was all he could do now. There was no other option. To lay down himself, to give up and die, it was something that was unacceptable in his own eyes.

The world had changed like this, but even so, he would keep pressing forward.

So, even though he was in shock from what he'd seen back in the cities, he got his bearings and began to run again, getting as far away from regular civilization as possible, because nothing about the cities were safe anymore. There was only fire, and smoke, and the sound of people screaming, of blood and corpses filling the streets.

There was nothing else for him back there. The only thing in the cities was soon to be gone and Vil knew there'd be nothing left for anyone. If they all survived a few decades, perhaps things would change, and he could go back to scavenge for supplies, but it was far too dangerous to go there, now.

The Internet and cell service was still active, but there was no guarantee that would last forever, but just in case, Vil kept his phone and a charger on his person, because he wanted to hope, he wanted to believe that there would be a silver lining somewhere in this bleak life he was now preparing to live. He wanted to trust that someone he knew would come and find him (and come in peace), and that he wouldn't be so... so very...

"Alone," Vil Schoenheit whispered as the sky bled a thousand different colors, a beautiful sunset tainted by the earth bringing forth chaos, black acrid smoke, and its own central red flames. Flames that weren't hotter than the sun, but just as damaging — far more devastating.

Vil trembled, but he straightened himself out within seconds.

Only the strong survived. He had to keep his wits and remain as calm as possible.

He pretended that his hands didn't shake after killing that woma — that thing. He'd never actually killed something before. He wasn't a hunter like Rook. He hadn't taken life with his own two hands, watched the light in their eyes fade away and seep out. Vil had never actually harmed another being before, but now he had, and it was just day one.

The time to play nice guy was over.

It was the villain's world now.

[chronically-enthusiastic]

Hello there, thanks for stumbling across my blog!

(Here's a lil comic I made for a school assignment)

Artblog: @chronicallyartistic

Audio drama blog: @chronically-listeningtopodcasts

I'm going to start putting my social energy levels in my bio... There's a lot of stuff I want to respond to but i currently dont have the energy to do so, and so if I don't respond within like a day, check my bio and see that...

Who am I / Where else can you find me?

First of all, feel free to call me Eli!! I'm on the waiting list for an autism diagnosis. I am agender and aroace-spec.

I am verrryyy enthusiastic about the things I am interested in (hence the URL hehehe). And currently, those are: podcasts (theres a list at the bottom of the post), good omens, ofmd, bbc merlin, star trek!!!!, lotr, and probably more things that I am too tired to think of right now!

I use the queue! Im not awake at the ungodly hours i sometimes am seen posting at, I just dont want to utterly flood peoples dashes! I do reblog fandom stuff and things ive added anything to immediately, so if you see a few posts in short succession, im online!

I am a very big fan of the oxford comma and double brackets. Semicolons are pretty cool too. And ellipses are incredible.

i love all of my mutuals dearly!! Making cookies and hot chocolate for you all <33

I try to use tone tags as much as possible!

Boundaries:

Things I am okay with sharing/doing:

My age, gender/sexuality, things about my guinea pigs!!, and most other things

Things I am not okay with sharing/doing:

The city I live in, pictures of me/anyone I know, my full name, my birthdate, my phone number/email address, meeting up with people irl, sending/receiving money/gifts, dms (<- though if we're mutuals and interacted a lot dms are fine!!)

^ this applies to everyone im not in the discord with

I will let someone know if they cross boundaries, and *really* would like other people to let me know if I cross theirs!!

DNI: people who are here to spread hate and anger. Just, stay away. I dont engage in discourse. I know DNIs dont deterr these people, but this is a demonstration of my core values :)

Tags:

(At the top cause otherwise it will get lost) ALSO #tw body horror

I block quite a few tags but most notably #tw war and other ones to do with the war in israel/palestine. This is not because I don't care. I care so so so much about what is happening and I cry every time I see a post about it. It breaks my heart that such horrible things are happening. However, I really struggle with high empathy, and seeing a post about it can really affect me for a while, and I need tumblr to be a safe space away from the real world problems. If I follow you - please could you tag things to do with war. Thank you <3

Updated to clarify - I do block the generic tags such as Israel and Gaza, which most of the posts are tagged with by the op, so if you forget its no big deal!!

A list of all the podcasts I listen to because y'know, its fun:

Fiction:

The Amelia Project

Wooden Overcoats

The Adventure Zone

Sherlock & Co

Alba Salix

Unseen

And a whole lot more that i no longer listen to either because they havent updated or they are a little too creepy (Welcome to Night Vale falls into the latter category)

Science:

The Sci Guys

Lets Learn Everything

Lingthusiasm

A podcast of unnecessary detail.

Comedy/other:

Dear Hank and John

The Unmade Podcast

Books Unbound

Lateral

A book list of recommendations from mutuals for my own use:

abigail by Magda Szasbo (@mack-anthology-mp3)

The Alphabet of Candice Phee (@jamie-dinow)

A list of music reccomendations from mutuals:

in the lap of the gods revisited by queen, why can't i be you by the cure, pyramid song, and lucky & the tourist by radiohead, when the sun hits by slowdive, dancing barefoot by patti smith, tangerine by led zeppelin, autumn sweater by yo la tengo, rubber ring by the smiths, water by pj harvey (from @/mack-anthology-mp3)

imi hendrix’s all along the watchtower (from @/catholickedd)

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ik yandere stuff isn't everyones thing. esp the more brutal parts to it. but i find it interesting to explore the obsession... so ig maybe a similar way to how izumi acts sometimes? (because wasn't he supposed to be just a tsundere but the writers threw in some yandere tendencies into him?)

idk. i just think it's interesting to see how characters behave when they feel a certain spark for someone that leads them down to infatuation. especially if their feelings arent reciprocated or they are too aware of their actions. examples below.

just to be safe uhhh cw some stalking

like anzu being so obsessed with a producer that she switches her whole schedule to line up with theirs and sabotages projects sometimes so they gotta hang out and fix her fuck ups. and even when they're berating her because they're tired of her antics, she's crying tears of joy because wow to have theyre full attention like this is a blessing!!! i think she'd be the type to have a little shrine of shit she's picked up from the producer. empty pens, failed proposal papers, a paper cup thats stained slightly with coffee— all sentimental. acts like a doting wife, much to the annoyed producer's dismay.

or makoto feeling conflicted as he uses his access to the info bureau to get info on a voice actor he likes and trying to get cast in the same game— or constantly spending his time in places he knows they frequent for a chance meeting. he's been a victim of izumi's infatuation so it feels wrong, but he can't help it. he's too scared of actually approaching them so he builds this elaborate delusion by just sitting in the same general area as the person. he orders what they order. and he mentally pretends to have a conversation with them as they eat. he uses audio editors to splice together clips of them saying "I love you, Makoto ♡" among other things and listens to them on loop (Check Check One Two by KurageP vibes) the odd feelings he has on this whole ordeal haunt him. every time he creates a new sound file he feels sick. why is he like this? they dont even know makoto exists. he'd like to stop but their voice is so sweet...

mayoi.... well... he's always watching from the vents anyway. now he's just making sure things are okay for his beloved. he acts as both a phantom that sends chills down their spine as they don't know if they're being watched AND as a guardian angel who leaves trinkets, snacks, notes, etc. not too different from how he is already actually. he just is more scared. he already hates his own intrusive thoughts that struggle to stay in. he doesn't want his beloved to hear them especially. so he's content watching them from afar. though sometimes he gets cold feet that day because of the creeping guilt + the looming fear of getting caught and being labelled as a creep and avoided by his beloved is too much. if, however, his beloved's heart is taken by another, im sure he'd spiral into a depression considering he'd be too cowardly to make himself known. he'd just wish them the best as there's nothing else that he can do without bravery, but anyone who sees mayoi notices he's a bit listless.

hiyori being much more forward in his affections than everyone else, showering the apple of his eye in gifts and love galore. he's used to getting what he wants if he has a say. while even in this state i think all idols would be able to take rejection, hiyori would be hit the hardest and be in denial for a while. his gift giving wouldn't falter and his compliments still are never ending, but the more they affirm that "yeah no... id rather not." he'd grow distant. maybe angry? he couldn't remain as such towards them though. in the end, he'd settle for just providing them with whatever they could possibly need and keeping a friendly distance. he still loves them. and it hurts they don't feel the same. but it would hurt infinitely more to have them hate him.

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Artist's Blog #150 - American Beauty (1999)

Rediscovering American Beauty Through an Artist’s Lens

I was not certain when I watched American Beauty recently that I would blog about it but, after listening again to my choked-up audio notes, I feel that I should. I had forgotten just how powerful this movie was, the dictation on my phone quickly reminded me. One reason that I considered not blogging is because of the personal things that a blog on a movie like this can bring out. There is so much in American Beauty that you can’t watch it once and get it all. You could easily write a thousand papers analyzing this movie – it’s a sea, deep and endless. There is one lesson though that I took from American Beauty that all who watch it should, memento mori or more commonly, mindfulness. That being said, let’s look into some “moments from my stupid little life” and how and why American Beauty impacted me.

This is something for anyone to keep in mind if they are to watch this movie. It will help unlock the beauty of the film. I think that people in America either know people in their lives who are the characters in American Beauty or are characters from this movie themselves. Honestly, for me, I think that I’ve known people who are all these characters. But I will only discuss a few instances from my 42 trips around the ball of fire in the sky, or you’ll be reading all day. Let’s go ahead and descend this rabbit hole.

Life Lessons from Colonel Fitts, United States Marine Corp: A Father’s Reflection

We’ll begin by discussing one character from American Beauty, Colonel Fitts, United States Marine Corps. My teenage years were spent on edge with my father. Now, this was 100% my fault, and being a father now has taught me so much. If you’ve seen American Beauty, you know that Colonel Fitts makes some bad choices, and they stem from his desire to connect with his son. Looking back on my life, I should have made more of an effort to connect with my dad because I strive to do this now. During my headlong confrontation with the authority of my father, I missed so many great opportunities to get to know him as a person. He wanted to be involved in my life but, I refused this. It was childish foolishness.

As a father now to 3 daughters, I make sure to be a loud voice in their lives and keep communication open. Mistakes made in my relationship with my dad enlightened me. Here’s an example. My dad was a runner, and I too was a gifted runner so, he tried to force me to enjoy running. He failed and instead, I hate it to this day. With my girls, I would love for them to practice Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu but, instead, it’s volleyball and cheerleading. I don’t force what I want on them but instead, allow them to enjoy what they enjoy. I just make sure to be in the stands, tell them good job, and encourage them to learn teamwork, good sportsmanship, dedication, discipline, etc. This is what I learned from Colonel Fitts, United States Marine Corps in American Beauty.

American Beauty and the Changing Landscape of America

Perhaps this is frightening and maybe it should be but, American Beauty is how I perceive life to be in America. A mentor helped me realize that being artistically gifted makes me see things differently from everyone else and this may be an instance of this. The white picket fence and rose garden, smiling fake people, and small grouped communities close enough to video your neighbor through a window seem a lot like life today. I’m not necessarily happy about this. It seems so frequent now to see huge plots of land destroyed for communities just like this to be built. I miss the small-town life that I experienced as a kid and feel soon it will be a thing of the past. Some of these qualities likely have always been but, I don’t recall them being so frequent in my childhood and adolescence.

The Symbolism of Roses in American Beauty

On a side note, a rose garden is fun and intriguing. One day, I want a rose garden. Of course, I will need the time it takes to care for one too. The few roses that I have on my property now require a lot of work. Once, I wandered around in an awe-inspiring rose garden under the stars while a friend helped a customer inside her house. Sorry, I digress. These are some of the pictures that American Beauty paints of life and I think it’s very accurate. But there’s the next level down that it shows too. This is where I think reality often sits. I watched the trailer for American Beauty while discussing it with a coworker and I noticed that it said “Look Closer” – Wow, this tagline really makes sense after watching this film again.

“Our Relationship Is Just a Commercial”: Modern Life Exposed

Recently, I saw a close friend go through a divorce. It was unexpected and caught all of us off guard. We thought that his relationship was strong and his marriage great but, this was not the case. As was said in American Beauty, “Our relationship is just a commercial.” I’m in no way trashing my friend because I care about both parties involved but, this “commercial” idea was fascinating in this light. How many times in life do we advertise something that is not true? We go into massive debt to make people think we have all the best gadgets, cars, etc. All the while, American Express is loving us. Or we create the façade that we have a beautiful, wonderful home life but each spouse has several partners and hates to be at home with the other. False advertisement exists both in television commercials and in life "commercials" as well.

Midlife Crisis or Awakening? Lessons from Lester Burnham

In my wild youth, I honestly didn’t expect to see my 42nd birthday but, here I am. I’ve often heard the term “midlife crisis”, and I guess I’ve arrived at midlife. I’m waiting on my crisis but, I don’t foresee one anytime soon. American Beauty presented this idea. Kevin Spacey’s character, Lester, through a series of events, plummets into a midlife crisis full throttle. His marriage is unhappy, which leads him to a complete lack of concern for his wife who then reciprocates. Lester is very vocal about his numbness and even makes it clear to others that he knows what’s going on and doesn’t care. Ricky, played by Wes Bentley, who is a classmate of Lester’s daughter becomes his friend and drug dealer. We see Lester taking the I’m going to act like I’m in high school stereotypical midlife crisis approach to existence. Consequences tag along though.

Breaking the Mold: Finding Freedom in Midlife

I want to look at a “midlife crisis” from a different perspective. Consider this for a moment. Taking an approach of no longer caring what people think about you is a liberating thing. Now, I am a philosopher, and I realize that by not conforming you are conforming to non-conformity but, I don’t like to “fit the mold” myself. American society tells us what we need to have, etc. For a man to say “I’m going to do what I want with my life” is powerful. There was a show called Live Free or Die about people who were “rewilding” that I enjoyed. These folks were really taking freedom to another level. Here in lies the problem, you must play the game to be able to afford to live like this though. Lester’s fun would eventually have run out with his severance package – back to the rat race again.

The Mindfulness Message in American Beauty

An illusive idea presented well in American Beauty is mindfulness. I think that the path to this is through gratitude. The hardest part of American Beauty for me was the final scene where Lester’s monologue was playing. His little girl standing at the door hit me like a sledgehammer. Not long ago now, I had the privilege of seeing my daughter get married. I asked her just to come home but, she wanted to marry. She asked that I spread her veil out wide so that she would look as beautiful as she could for a man waiting for her at the end of the asphalt path. As I held the white elaborate lace train in my hand, a symbol of genuine purity in her case, I made a conscious effort to lock that memory in. To echo American Beauty, there really is so much beauty in life.

Even though I enjoyed this moment, I struggled. Going back to that little girl in the doorway, I have a 14-year-old whom I remember holding for the first time. I remember what I was wearing (true vintage Clemson sweater), the friends and family there, the time, and the inexpressible joy that I felt at that moment. But here I am now, teaching her to drive a car in the same parking lot where I let her ride her small pink bike. How much beauty have I missed because of a job? How much beauty have I been absent from because I wanted to paint? I can go on and on. The point is that 14 years full of beauty have flashed by. I must absorb more of it going forward for one day, I will be holding her veil and she’ll be gone into her own life too.

Practicing Gratitude: A Personal Take on American Beauty

In closing, I’ve taken the approach of applying American Beauty and its tagline of “Look Closer” to my perspective of life. As I mentioned in the beginning, you could look at this movie 1,000 different ways and notice so many different things. I could watch again and see a completely different approach to this blog. I find myself practicing mindfulness and being engulfed in the beauty of life, good and bad. I had gotten into this habit prior to my viewing of American Beauty with my blogging specs on and I feel that it helped. My blogs are not really a stream of consciousness but, I watch then do audio notes and write my thoughts later. So, having been in the habit of thinking differently fits well with some of the themes in American Beauty.

Thank you for taking the time to read this artist’s thoughts on American Beauty. I invite you to follow my art journey on social media, visit my website, and consider supporting and buying my work here. If you liked this blog or the movie, please like this post and share it too. Also, feel free to comment, especially if you are a fan. Here’s the biggest question for me about American Beauty and I have done 0 research on the answer. I may wait a few months and see what’s out there but what is the significance of the rose in this movie? If anyone knows, please drop some knowledge in the comments. I imagine this answer to this could be another 1800-word blog itself. Peace. 

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****THE RAP PUNDIT'S PICKS: 150 Songs From 2023****

This year, it's just 150 songs that I love for different reasons (okay, well maybe 150 and a bunch of honorable mentions, but who's counting).

The genre is far too deep, far too diversified, and far too subjective to get into arguments about what's the definitive “best” 10, 50, 100, etc., now it's all about just sharing the music that we love, and hoping we don't forget too many of our personal favorites along the way.

I just tried to stick to two rules:

only one song per project, and unless multiple projects were released along with different collaborators, no solo artist could have songs included from multiple different albums that dropped this year

feature work does NOT count towards the above at all (hell I could have put 20 songs on here with multiple feature verses from the likes of Rome Streetz, Benny, Semiratruth, billy woods, Babytron, Certified Trapper, Earl and Lungs and called it pretty perfect)

As always, I hope you find at least one song on this list that you previously skipped over, but now realize that you love. Also, please feel free to send me some picks that I didn't mention anywhere on here, I would love to hear more takes from other fans and writers (especially from folks who I frequently connect with on Twitter). Enjoy - and have a safe, happy and healthy holiday season, all...

1. "27 Braids" - Earl Sweatshirt

The sound I wanted, from the album we have been waiting for. To me, this is the epitome of what I want to hear from Earl and The Alchemist. Alc's dusty loops backing Earl's stream of consciousness, his verse feeling like it rose from closing his eyes, leaving his pen hand on a notepad and just letting it flow. Voir Dire might not be for everyone, but for fans of both artists, it yielded some unforgettable moments of connection between the two underground icons. "27 Braids" is the audio version of a brief, marijuana-laced jolt of reflection that hits you somewhere between 2:30 and 4:30 a.m. during a woozy Saturday night trip home on the L Train...so perhaps it's just a personal favorite from 2023 because I miss those nights in NYC? Or, maybe I'm just grateful that there's music that perfectly sums up that feeling, since I'm too far removed from that scene to live it again. Whatever it is, I dig it.

2. "The Flexible Unreliability Of Time And Memory" - Armand Hammer

This album felt to me like "a moment" album. The vision that clearly went into crafting the sound of this album, will continue to resonate with every listen. The best word I would use to describe We Buy Diabetic Test Strips is layered. Every verse, every background vocal, every crudely clipped sound effect, every instrument, every Producer involved...all went into the same stew, forming a unified experience of an album that feels unlike anything I've heard since the confident, rebellious sensibilities of Cannibal Ox's The Cold Vein. billy woods and ELUCID are in peak form throughout the project, but I finally decided on this song off the strength of billy's verse paired with Child Actor's otherworldly production.

3. "fukumean" - Gunna

While Young Thug and YSL records were swallowed up by legal trouble this year, it would seem that an album drop from Thugga protege Gunna would have consisted mostly of some hastily thrown together tracks from the vaults in order to simultaneously capitalize on the negative publicity, as well as a strategic counter to the controversy that surrounded Gunna during the rollout of this album. Think again. A Gift & A Curse is stacked with catchy hooks, standout beats, and singles with high replay value, making it easily one of the strongest mainstream rap albums of the year. If you disagree, please let me know exactly when you stopped hearing this song everywhere.

4. "Mussel Beach" - MIKE feat. El Cousteau & Niontay

For an artist that presents himself as relatively chill, MIKE proved once and for all that he actually has no chill, because he dropped two of the year's best albums within a month of each other, and preceded to make most MCs out there sound mid by comparison. Burning Desire is an album where so many of his skills as a MC and a Producer really gel, and after a few listens I think it becomes increasingly clear how impactful of an artist he has been to a whole generation of MC's that are making waves right now.

5. "Baby Steps" - billy woods & Kenny Segal feat. ELUCID & Benjamin Booker

One of the strongest songs on one of the strongest albums of 2023. billy woods is simply not playing fair right now, the quality of his writing paired with his ubiquitous presence in the underground rap scene, simply doesn't make sense from a quantity AND quality standpoint. His chemistry with Kenny Segal is superb, and "Baby Steps" is another perfect example of how they kept rewind buttons busy this year.

6. "Johnny Dang" - That Mexican OT feat. Paul Wall & Drodi

The first of two Texan MC's that I *never* would have guessed would be here at the start of 2023. That Mexican OT oozes charisma, and he absolutely slays the hook on "Johnny Dang". The whole Lonestar Luchador tape is a banger, but as far as noise-making rap singles go, not many come close to the replay value of this head nodder.

7. "GOMD" - Veeze

I probably could have selected almost any song off Ganger. And I almost did - I narrowed the options down to six different Veeze tracks, but ultimately went with this firecracker of a single because to me, it screamed breakout record. There were a lot of great records that dropped in 2023, but not many artists kept fans waiting for years only to exceed all expectations. Veeze had himself a helluva year.

8. "Southside Story" - Hoodlum

This cut successfully stayed in my head for pretty much the entire year. Hailing from the Southside of San Antonio, Hoodlum shares something in common with many of my favorite MC's right now: a unique voice repping for an area that has yet to receive it's flowers. While San Antonio might not have the same deep well of rap stars that Flint, Milwaukee, and Buffalo became known for in recent years, it's clear to me that Hoodlum has "it", so I am looking forward to seeing what 2024 has in store for this prolific young Texan veteran.

9. "Play Dis!" - Maxo feat. ZelooperZ

Maxo had a prolific 2023, but it was his second project release of the year that colored outside the lines just a little bit more than it's predecessor, with great results. This collaboration with ZelooperZ wasn't just a standout off of Debbie's Son, it was one of the strongest songs of the year.

10. "OPEN LETTER" - dp0mmy feat. K9shmere

Of any talented artist in my top 10, dp0mmy is probably the name that remains the most under the radar - but I doubt that it will stay that way for much longer. I strongly urge everyone to check out this young Producer's catalogue to not only hear his own sensational work, but the work from some of the most talented underground artists bubbling up front the Atlanta area right now.

11. "Mayor's A Cop" - MIKE, Wiki & The Alchemist

12. "2MM" - Sideshow feat. Valee

13. "Buss Me A Script" - 03 Greedo feat. Maxo Kream

14. "RIP Hutch" - Babytron feat. Remble & Rico Nasty

15. "Amen" - Nappy Nina

16. "Each Smack" - Certified Trapper

17. "Captian Picard" - Another Planet (Phiik & Lungs/Lonesword)

18. "WFLD 32" - Open Mike Eagle feat. Eshu Tune, Video Dave & still rift

19. "Mama's Primetime" - Westside Gunn feat. JID & Conway The Machine

20. "No Wish" - Black Milk feat. Phonte & Raphael Saadiq

21. "Red Button" - Drake

22. "Beeper Buzz'n" - Jiles & Vinyl Villain feat.maari, Wahid & Felix!

23. "All Gone" - RxKNephew & Harry Fraud feat. Z Money

24. "Still (Stick 2 Ya Gunz)" - Papo2oo4

25. "Gamblin Souls" - Marco Plus & Smoker's Club feat. Smoke DZA & Chuck Strangers

26. "Y.B.P." - Danny Brown feat. Bruiser Wolf

27. "Jealousy" - Offset feat. Cardi B

28. "Veracruz" - Che Noir & Big Ghost Ltd feat. 7xvethegenius

29. "YATKAMAN3000" - Niontay

30. "Ron Artest" - Babyface Ray feat. 42 Dugg

31. "Down Down Bb" - H3IR feat. Quelle Chris

32. "Class" - Spectacular Diagnostics feat. Curly Castro, Illogic & Defcee

33. "Bent" - 41

34. "toxic" - Noname

35. "Swing!" - KING VISION ULTRA feat. Nakama.

36. "Lemme See" - Kodak Black

37. "Procall" - Rome Streetz

38. "Sunny Days" - Silky Southern

39. "Asteroids" - Rapsody

40. "Sunflowers and Gunpowder" - Stik Figa

41. "Ghetto & Ratchet" - Connie Diamond

42. "Auntie Crystal" - Jae Skeese feat. Kota Savia

43. “Gettin Fishy” - Luh Tyler feat. Scy Jimm & Wizz Havinn

44. "RIP Tracy" - The Alchemist feat. billy woods & Earl Sweatshirt

45. "Mama" - Rob49 feat. Skilla Baby & Tay B

46. "PBS Kids" - AJ Suede & Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

47. "THANK GOD" - Travis Scott

48. "Blunt Guts and Laundry Rooms" - Tokyo Cigar

49. "outtie" - QThree & Budamunk

50. "Yonce Freestyle" - Kevin Gates, Sexyy Red & B.G.

51. "Phoenix" - Lord Apex feat. Freddie Gibbs

52. "Diary of a Mad Black Man" - WAKAI feat. Fly Anakin & Marco Plus

53. "Running Late" - Karrahbooo

54. "RIOT (Rowdy Pipe'n)" - A$AP Rocky

55. "Venison" - Chuck Strangers feat. Navy Blue

56. "Climate" - BigXthaPlug feat. Offset

57. "Oh Dear" - Jadasea & Laron feat. Wiki

58. "Top Dog / Under Dog" - YUNGMORPHEUS

59. "American Expression" - A$AP Twelvyy feat. Rome Streetz

60. "About That" - Valee & Harry Fraud feat. 03 Greedo

61. "Scissors!" - Alexander Spit feat. Semiratruth

62. "Wasted Years" - ZekeUltra & Nephew Hesh

63. "Can't Go To Jail" - Finesse2tymes

64. "Kill Switch" - Navy Blue

65. "Sport Talk" - G.T. feat. Dej Loaf

66. “GRACE” - JUNE! feat. fresco., Anonymous Fred, freespottie & My Favorite Color

67. "Wind Parade" - Napolean Da Legend & J Scienide

68. "Loopholes" - Ty Thom & Whoa1.0 feat. WESTSIDE BOOGIE

69. "'86 TESTAROSSA" - Curren$y & Harry Fraud feat. Rome Streetz

70. "RIP Brittany Murphy" - Pink Siifu & Turich Benjy feat. Rich Park & Peso Gordon

71. "The Plug" - Jay Worthy & Roc Marciano feat. Kokane & Ab-Soul

72. "Jenn Jenn Jenn" - Jenn Carter

73. "Imported Goods" - Kadeem feat. Caliph, Avenue & Latrell James

74. "Transactions" - Gabe 'Nandez

75. "STONE" - J'Von feat. Roc Marciano

76. "Kia Boyz" - Trdee feat. Certified Trapper & Mariboy Mula Mar

77. "Hallelujah" - Pote Baby

78. "Big Dog" - Benny the Butcher feat. Lil Wayne

79. "Eastside" - Jay Rock feat. Kal Banx

80. "Get A Load of Me" - Wulf Morpheus feat. Gnarly Marley, Marco Plus & Sedona

81. "Rory Joint" - Drumwork feat. 7xvethegenius, Jae Skeese & Rory

82. "Wish Me Well" - Little Brother

83. "h.t.s. (Hit That Shit)" - Myaap

84. "Trackhawk" - VV$ Ken feat. PGF Nuk

85. "Summer Reign" - Larry June & The Alchemist feat. Ty Dolla $ign

86. "Book of Walter" - PublicHousingNYC feat. BA PACE

87. "Fruitsofyourlabor" - Yo OG & buddy.not.bud feat. Funky Notions

88. "Fall of Rome" - Real Bad Man & Blu feat. Cashus King, Donel Smokes & Definite

89. "How R You?" - DijahSB

90. "Hooptie" - Roper Williams feat. YL, Pootie & Fatboi Sharif

91. "AAU Tournaments" - Blockhead feat. billy woods & Navy Blue

92. "Chris Angel" - Roc Marciano

93. "Brussel Sprout" - Young Nudy

94. "MINIMANSIONBARTEL" - Estee Nack

95. "Bipperz Anthem" - KP Skywalka feat. Lil Dude

96. "Nat Turner" - Talib Kweli & Madlib feat. Seun Kuti & Cassper Nyovest

97. "Life Is Beautiful" - Grafh & 38 Spesh feat. Bun B

98. “Shame” - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

99. "Zill Parcells" - KNOWITALL & Zilly900 feat. Patty Honcho & Blaq Chidori

100. "Pill Form" - 2 Eleven & T.F feat. Rome Streetz

101. "Outside" - MoneySign Suede feat. 03 Greedo

102. "Globetrotters" - From, The 3

103. "The Hillbillies" - Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar

104. "Smurk Carter" - Lil Durk

105. "Northface With The ACGs" - Your Old Droog feat. Rome Streetz

106. "H-Town" - Kari Faux

107. “Starting Lineup” - Murs & Wiardon feat. Larry June & ICECOLDBISHOP

108. "Really Him" - Mike Shabb

109. "Signed, Sealed, and Motorized" - S!LENCE & Lungs

110. "Deli" - Ice Spice

111. "Gerald's Flattop" - SickInTheHead

112. "Basket" - Daemoney feat. Babyface Ray

113. "I USUALLY SAY HOW I FEEL" - Tree

114. "LOST" - Bisk feat. YUNGMORPHEUS

115. "Clint Capella" - Bart Oatmeal feat. Da Bix God & Jay NiCE

116. “Look Closer” - The Legendary Traxster feat. Buk Of Psychodrama

117. "Living Curfew" - Aesop Rock feat. billy woods

118. "Ghetto To Meadow" - Oddisee feat. Freeway

119. "AAVE" - Jeph Early

120. "Oh U Went" - Young Thug feat. Drake

121. "Create A Player" - Sleep Sinatra & Televangel feat. Archibald Slim

122. "WASSUP" - Duke Deuce

123. "QT" - Ro$ama

124. "Adolf Hitler (mop mop mop)" - AyooLii

125. "Goat May Cry 5" - AKAI SOLO

126. "Pain & Leather" - Milc & Televangel feat. YL

127. "Not Today" - ctyzn feat. Mimz the Magnificent & IONOYOUTELLME

128. "East Side Summer" - SKECH185 feat. I.B. Fokuz, Collasoul Structure & Solar Five

129. "Sabado Night Live" - Eff Yoo & Deep feat. Homeboy Sandman & Spit Gemz

130. "No Statements" - ScarLip

131. "Michelin Star" - WateRR & Lupara feat. MIGHTYHEALTHY

132. "WhatItFeelsLike" - NappyHIGH feat. Your Old Droog & Blu

133. "Top Of The Morning" - Talibando feat. Samuel Shabazz

134. “Terpalation” - Zombie Juice feat. Curren$y

135. "Fresh" - Sada Baby & Skilla Baby

136. "The Reunion" - Ankhlejohn & Rahiem Supreme

137. "Put It On Da Floor Again" - Latto feat. Cardi B

138. "hue_man nature" - Saba & No ID

139. "WOP" - Baby Stone Gorillas

140. "RESET!" - overkast.

141. "Ghetto Princess" - Sexyy Red feat. Chief Keef

142. "Fair Oaks Drive" - Ace P feat. Righteous Emcee, Juice Lord & Knucky

143. "We Made It" - Osbe Chill feat. Benny the Butcher

144. "Fuck Mr. T" - RRB Lil Mel & RRB Lil Cheese feat. RRB Duck & SME Taxfree

145. “Still Hope” - Al-Doe & Spanish Ran

146. “Family Tithes” - Gnarly Marley feat. Martyy Jugg, Esoderic & The Abnorm

147. "Stakeouts" - Guilty Simpson & Uncommon Nasa feat. Quelle Chris

148. "8 Hour Drive" - Vic Spencer & Jamal Gasol

149. "New BMF" - MarijuanaXO feat. SME Taxfree feat. Funny $Money, MarijuanaXO & RRB Duck

150. "November" - Jay Cinema & Trill Walton

Bonus Cuts:

“STOOP” - Akhen feat. Roscoe P Coldchain & Lord Maskoff

"Cowby Bebop" - femdot.

"Something For Junkies" - Killer Mike feat. Fabo

“Hitman Synopsis” - Freddolo & Charlie Mayo feat. Blu

"Skraight Up" - BiC Fizzle feat. Big Scarr

"Talk" - Gucci Mane & B.G.

“Zoo” - Mr. Brady & Budamunk

"ANYCIA" - Anycia

“GODLOOKINDOWN” - Jameel Na’Im X & KINGIKEEM

“Family Tithes” - Gnarly Marley feat. Martyy Jugg, Esoderic & The Abnorm

"bad news bearz" - Mikem Nahmir feat. AB

"Foundation" - J. Stone feat. Nipsey Hussle & B.H.

"They Spit On Jesus" - ElCamino feat. Fuego Base

"Only Problem" - R3 Da Chilliman feat. 03 Greedo

"263" - Drego

"RealRichSlime" - Slimesito feat. Duwap Kaine

"Laugh To Keep From Crying" - Huey Briss

"Dandelion Root" - Rexx Life Raj

"Let's Do It" - DD Osama feat. NLE Choppa & Dee Play4Keeps

“Boys Gettin Quiet” - Dorrough Music

"Half Doin Dope" - BlakkBoyz feat. Lil Yachty, JID & BabyTron

“Stand On It” -  DaBoii feat. Philthy Rich, 4 rAx & Mac J

“Prosper In Peace” - Nasty C feat. Benny the Butcher

"Free Your Mind" - NV feat. Chuck Strangers

"Papoose's Floatation Device" - CISE GREENY feat. Aasir, S!LENCE & Jesse Rack$on

See ya in the New Year... 🍾

[cosmal]

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 — 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

day five of my christmas drabble advent calendar

summary — sirius is your secret santa.

warnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her

note — i literally know nothing about walkmans im sorry.

Sirius, in a best-friend-only sort of way, spends an entire week looking for your secret santa gift.

Not because he has zero clue about what to get — after the stars had aligned and he pulled your name from Remus’s beanie, his mind has been plagued with ideas about gifts for you.

There’s one gift he’s set on. He has been since you mentioned you wanted it a month ago. It was a quick, but in depth conversation. But he remembered.

He remembers you sitting upside down on his bed, rambling about some special edition walkman that had just been released. How it’s really pretty, it has gold trimming around the edge, it’s battery life is longer, something about the audio that Sirius couldn’t understand, and that you’d never have enough money to buy it.

You hadn’t really rambled, you’d spoken about it like you desperately needed it and Sirius had sat there and taken in every word you’d said like it was gospel. That’s how it usually is. You speak, Sirius listens like the lovesick best friend that he is.

Now, sat in a circle with his friends, Sirius feels like he could throw up. Lily, the lovely friend that she is, has dealt out everyone’s presents and it’s about to be your turn. He hasn’t even looked at the red box in his lap. He would, if he could take his eyes off of you.

After James stops beaming about the gift that Remus had bought him (you all know that you’re not supposed to say who bought what, but half of you can’t keep your mouths shut) it’s your turn to open yours.

Everyone has their eyes on you. He can tell you’re hating it, you keep touching your hot cheeks and you’re rambling some stupid joke about the wrapping job. He thinks it’s well deserved, Sirius wrapped and re-wrapped that present ten times over.

“Godric, Y/N, just rip it!” James groans, ever the impatient one.

“The paper’s too pretty,” you explain, doing your best at keeping it intact.

It is pretty. Sirius had also spent a stupid amount of time picking it out.

Once you finally get it open, and you can actually see the label, Sirius doesn’t think he’s ever seen your face look so bright. You look down at the present, then up at him, back at the present. You get up from your spot and Sirius thinks you might be upset.

You walk towards him, then in his nervous mind, he thinks you might hit him for whatever reason. Instead, you tackle him into the couch. Arms wrapped around his neck, knees pressed into his thighs. Sirius laughs madly.

“Thank you,” you murmur into his hair. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You sound like you might cry. He would hate that. Or love it. He’s really proud of himself for not fucking up.

Sirius let’s himself bathe in your affection. He selfishly lets his hands rub up and down the length of your back. “It’s okay,” he says, all quiet and entirely too dazed.

You pull back and Sirius misses the heat of your mouth against his neck. The sound of your little excited gasp. You look so happy but also like you’re trying to hold it back. He feels the exact same way but for a completely different reason.

You let yourself climb off of him, apologising if you hurt him in your elated tackle.

“You didn’t,” he smiles. Then, because he’s dizzy off of your happiness, he lets himself say, “I quite liked it actually.” You smile into the back of your hand.

He’s too pleased when you don’t go back to your spot and decide to settle down next to him. The heat of your thigh against his is maddening, the urge to let his hand fall on top of it is worse.

Everyone falls back into chatter, watching Remus unwrap his present next. You can’t keep your eyes off the present in your lap. Sirius can’t keep his eyes off of you.

Once everyone has opened their presents and it’s just the two of you left in the loungeroom, Sirius sits and watches you fiddle with the walkman. After it had taken you ten minutes to actually want to open it up. You’d sat there and read the box over and over, smiling so hard Sirius had to bite his lip.

“Pass me the tape?” you ask, opening the player up. Clicking and pressing buttons.

He hands you the cassette, a well worn one that you’ve listened to more times than your own voice, and you slide it into place, snapping it shut.

You fiddle with the ear buds and hand him the left one with a small smile, “We should share the first song.”

Sirius takes it and places it in his ear. You let your head fall against his shoulder as the first track starts to play. Your head is a grounding weight he needs to feel. He feels like he’s floating.

After the song finishes, he asks, “How’d you know it was me?”

Before the track can change, you reply, “Because no one listens to me like you do.”

It’s half true. He knows your friends listen to everything you say. He also knows that he can recite every minute detail about you if given the chance. He knows you better than he knows himself. He’s more than okay with that.

“Right,” he smiles. He likes knowing that you think that too.

“Thank you, Sirius. Really,” you say. The song is loud in his ear but he has no troubles drowning it out to listen to you.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.”

You turn you head so your mouth his pressed into his shoulder and you kiss him there gently. Over the cotton of his t-shirt.

He thinks it could be the start of something more. If he’s lucky.

[white-cat-of-doom]

You seem to be confirming my suspicions, interestingly enough. I do very much see a younger aspect of characterization in Allyson, based on the backstage videos and the way she acts, and I anticipated her voice to be as you described. It is not necessarily a bad thing, and I do like the angle of a more grown up Etcetera-type young Jelly that is still excitable and cheerful, which is fun. I am quite like you in wanting a more rich tone, but every performer is different and I have to respect that.

I guess I will have my chance to see her soon enough and I am looking forward to the show!

I do like the Jenny/Jelly interactions, that is always sweet to see the two of them sharing moments here and there. Michelle seems great for just about everything, so I am happy to have her back as Jennyanydots again.

Jemi, you know that I want to hear you talk about everything, but I will only ask about Jelly tonight. How was Allyson? She seems like a cheerful performer, but does she have Jelly in her? Also, I would drive hours just to hear Gus perform as well, just saying ;).

Bless you, Michael - you and I make up the "will drive for literal hours to see the dear old theatre cat" group <3

She is a very cheerful performer, but I'm not sure if I would say she has the full spirit of Jelly in her (but, of course, that's just my opinion) - definitely was a younger, more excitable Jelly. I could certainly see less caretaker, more fangirl all grown up (which is totally valid and was adorable - I could see Etcetera in her). Voice was beautiful and sweet, but very young and immature sounding. I tend to prefer Kayli's richer tone for Jellys, but she did nail that "Rum Tum Tugger" note both performances, so I have to give her credit for that.

I will say the one thing I remember very clearly about Allyson!Jelly is that she and Jennyanydots were *very* close and cuddly and were always side eying one another and idk if it was just me, but Jellydots is alive and well in this cast.

[burnedbyshoto]

sleeping beauty

— You struggle to find a time to have sex with your beloved Aizawa. Unfortunately or fortunately, the only time you can fuck him is when he’s deep asleep.

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pairing: aizawa shouta x yandere fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, yandere!reader, non-con somnophilia, hairy aizawa rights, recording

word count: 4,201

a/n: mark ur calendar, im getting my nipples pierced nov 8. you bet ur ass imma write a bunch of nipple pierced readers from there on out. pray that my family never finds out about my nipples tho LMAO if they do,,, it;ll be ripped out of my boobies without a seconds hesitation

kinktober day 19 main kink: somnophilia | kinktober masterlist

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Aizawa was always busy.

Over the past ten years of knowing him, the two of you had been close. You were a good friend to him, someone he wouldn’t absolutely avoid at all costs when you walked through the hallways of UA, someone he wouldn’t mind rambling to him about their long day. Of course, you knew that you weren’t his closest friend, and to a certain degree, that upset you.

You had met Aizawa when you had first been a high school student; at the time, you were merely fifteen years old. He was twenty, only five years older than you, but he took your breath away from the first team-up. He had been tall, dark, and brooding, and your little coming out of an emo phase heart stood no chance. But, due to the age discrepancy, he was never anything more than a team member. Still, you held on.

You graduated from high school, made your impact as a sidekick, graduated to a Pro Hero, and offered a job at UA by the time you were twenty! So, for the past five years, you and Aizawa had been actual co-workers, and better yet, friends.

Aizawa indeed was one of a kind.

He still held the key to your emo school girl fantasy daydream, but you also discovered new sides and angles of him. You learned he was incredibly kind, thoughtful, and looked out for everyone, even if his gruff and sometimes rude mannerisms spoke otherwise. Although he tried to avoid any type of nonsensical drama like the plague, he was always caught up in it, which often amused you.

There was so much about Aizawa that you loved, so much that you adored and looked up to that it was no surprise that you figured your feelings of respect and admiration became love. 

True, deep love.

As a third-year teacher at UA, you found that your interactions with Aizawa were quite limited. Not only because he was always being placed with a first-year class and said class moving on without him — something that only happened because he kept expelling the damn students — but because he was incredibly close with the first-year teachers.

You loved Present Mic and Midnight and All Might, don’t get it wrong! Your admiration, love, and respect for them were unprecedented, but you hated how much of Aizawa’s time they took.

“Sorry, Mic needs help with lesson plans for my class,” Aizawa apologized for postponing your lunch date, not a date.

“Sorry, Midnight needs help separating the problem children. Apparently, they’re growing an immunity to her quirk,” Aizawa grumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket before leaving your office where you both had been talking and drinking tea.

“Sorry, All Might—”

“It the class, your problem children, I get it,” you force a smile onto your face, trying not to show just how irritated and disappointed you were on how these days were going. Aizawa pauses for a second, his tired, dried out eyes trying to read and uncover the depths of emotions swimming in your eyes before he sighs and runs off. 

But it went without saying that the people you hated most were Class 1-A.

The damn stupid, fucking, ungrateful class had already caused your beloved Aizawa to be hospitalized. The scar under his eye, a numbing reminder that you had nearly lost him, almost had to cry at his coffin with your feelings never once being uttered. They, without a doubt, took up his time the most.

He saw potential in all of them, none of them being failed or expelled by him thus far.

He spent countless hours up in the dead of night tracking each and every one of his student’s potential. Slaving away at his tablets to make sure that they all were feeling safe, heroic, and above all, they were headed to their individual greatness. So, although it would be two more years before you would have the opportunity to teach this class, you already had a vendetta against Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki. Those little shits always taking up your precious Aizawa’s time! He had never been this tired prior to them showing up!

But you never tried to think about it when you were with him.

You tried to openly accept your Aizawa’s new, incredibly busy schedule, and the moment the dorms appeared within UA, you found yourself more at ease.

To be frank, since you acknowledged your love for Aizawa at the mere age of twenty, and now at twenty-five, you had never taken on a lover or a one night stand. For years you had not allowed a person to grace you in bed or in their arms. It felt like you were betraying your love, and you would rather die than let that happen. 

But the thing is, you are human, entirely susceptible to waves of uncontrolled horniness and lust.

In the beginning, sex toys worked.

You would press a vibrator to your clit, your toes digging into the mattress as your other hand shoved a silicone dildo into your aching, needy cunt. At first, it worked! You would cum with the thoughts of Aizawa being the dildo buried deep within you. 

But eventually, you would find yourself at the peak of that orgasm, you knew the orgasm was right beyond the bend, just a step more, but you couldn’t get there. For weeks you realized that the vibrator, the dildo, and your fantasy thoughts weren’t enough. So, in your frustration, you began to search up audio plays of his narration at UA Sports Festival. Listening to his voice, ignoring Mics’ voice, to help coax you over that bend.

For a while, you were back to normal. Your highs and juices splattering all over your bed, a symbol of your lust and love for Aizawa as you gasped his name, wishing that the audio was real. But eventually, even the audios weren’t enough.

You craved Aizawa’s warmth, the feeling of his rough stubble against your sensitive skin, the throbbing of his cock buried deep within your womb, undoubtedly kissing your cervix. You wanted him; you needed your beloved.

As if by the grace of God, the moment you could no longer bring yourself to cum through that alone, the dorm system was put into place. And you, a teacher, were required to live on campus too. You tried not to think of Aizawa being a dorm away, tried not to feel the warmth fluttering under your skin when the two of you bid goodnight for the day.

You definitely tried to stay out of his room in the middle of the night.

God, you wish you could say that you stayed out of his room, but that would be a lie.

A big fat fucking lie.

It had started out innocently enough, you will claim.

You would see the exhausted man wave goodnight, grumbling that he needed to sleep now or else he would not wake up on time for homeroom tomorrow morning. You waved goodnight to him, trying to stay engrossed in a conversation you were having with Hound Dog. But an hour after Aizawa had gone to bed, you found yourself rushing away from the common room, explaining you had something to grade as you bid everyone goodnight.

Without a doubt, you ended up in Aizawa’s room that night.

In the darkness of the night, you watched the moonlight barely breach the thickness of his curtains to fall onto his face. You felt so warm as you stared at his slumbered face, your cheeks flushed as you watched his parted, chapped lips. You felt so light watching his chest rise and fall in a hypnotizing rhythm, reminding you that he is real, so very, very real. A part of you aching, knowing that he was entirely real and yet not yours. But still, you admired the way he looked so young, so intense, so ethereal as he dreamed.

You loved him.

Eventually, when you decided to leave, you pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling at the way his lips were exactly as you had imagined:

Supple, warm, and tasting of his mint toothpaste.

But the nightly visits didn’t stop there.

Most nights, you found yourself in his room, laying by his side, merely watching as he slept. No orgasm in the world felt quite as fulfilling as the quiet that came with just watching the over-exhausted Aizawa sleep. 

But this is not a story of simple love, no, not at all.

Eventually, you began to grow bold. Your fingers sinking into your wet cunt, playing with your sensitive clit as you watched him sleep. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning as a rasped breath expelled from his mouth. You nuzzled into the warmth of his body heat through at you and only prayed he would one day acknowledge and return your affections.

To be quite honest, you’re not sure when you began to suck him off too.

Maybe it was the first time his cock grew long and hard in the middle of the night, his mind undoubtedly having a wet dream. So, as his beloved, you only thought it was appropriate to give his body what he wanted. With the skills and intentions that could only arise from being a gifted Pro Hero, you pulled the blankets from his body and pushed his cock through the slit in his boxers, and took him all in your mouth.

His cock was absolutely mouthwatering too.

So big, so thick, so incredibly veiny that you nearly lost all control the first time you saw it in all its glory. He was better than any dildo you owned, his scent alone driving you crazy. And so, as you should, you began to fuck him, completely addicted to his aroma, taste, and touch.

After the first night, you continued to blow him. Continued to suck him off as Aizawa let out sleepy moans, grunts that were strained, his body shifting unknowingly as you continued to go up and down his length, continuing to relieve him of his stress. 

But you were human.

A human with needs and desires, and eventually, his cum coating your throat and filling your stomach wasn’t enough anymore. Which is where we find ourselves now, unashamedly fucking Aizawa each and every night, your cunt swallowing him whole, without a single shred of doubt of what was wrong with this.

There wasn’t anything wrong with this, and you knew that even if he was asleep the entire time you fucked him, it was for the better.

“Wow, Eraser!” Mic yelled from your side as you sat on the couch next to your beloved best friend. “You look like you’re glowing!”

Looking up from your phone, attempting to portray yourself as curious and unknowing, you found your gaze falling onto Aizawa, who had returned from an early evening training session with his class. As a matter of fact, Aizawa’s face was glowing; he looked incredibly much more relaxed, much more than he has been since the beginning of this semester.

“What do you mean?” Aizawa asked, evidently unimpressed as a lone eyebrow raised.

You watched on quietly, lips pressing to your cup as you took a drink of your tea as he sank onto a seat in front of you. 

“Wait, don’t tell me, listeners!” Mic gasped dramatically, his hands pressing to his cheeks as he stood up. His expression of shock and disbelief curling and becoming one of knowing and understanding. “Does our grouchy, one and only, Aizawa Shouta, a.k.a. Eraserhead, have a special someone?!”

“Mic—” Aizawa snapped, his eyebrows furrowing.

“There definitely has been an after-sex glow that Eraser has had for the past few weeks. He did say that he’s been feeling more… ahem, relaxed,” Midnight gasped, seemingly appearing from nowhere, incredibly interested in the rumor of Aizawa having sex. 

“Just because I’ve been feeling less tense doesn’t mean that I’m having sex.”

You giggled into your cup as the three of them began arguing, Mic and Midnights naturally loud noise quickly drowning out Aizawa’s fruitless attempts to shut down any sexscapades they were coming up with. 

“Y/h/n, what do you think?!” Mic yelled, his hand pointed at you as if holding a microphone as Aizawa had him pressed and tangled within his capturing weapon. “Is Shouta-chan having sex?!”

Yes, your mind begs to say, but your mouth curls into a teasing smile, eyes locking onto Aizawa’s annoyed golden ones. 

“I don’t think there’s anyone on this earth that Aizawa currently wants to fuck six feet into the mattress when he’s so busy,” you chide, your smile never entirely disappearing. At the same time, you take a long slow drink from your cup while everyone else (Mic only, really) continued to scream.

But you stayed there for the rest of the evening, working in silence with the rest of the group as next week’s lessons were laid out. Through a persistent, entirely stubborn will, Mic managed to get Aizawa to admit that he hasn’t had sex since the time he lost his virginity, to which Mic admitted to having had sex via orgies only. Midnight proudly announcing that she had a side piece at her disposal. 

So as you checked through your lesson plans for the ethics book your students would be reading next week, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see their expectant gazes on you.

“I had sex last night,” you admit, unable to lie under their amused gazes.

“WITH WHO?! ARE YOU SNEAKING SOMEONE ON CAMPUS?!”

For the rest of the night, you smiled brightly, laughing with the rest of them all as talks and stories revolving around sex filled the air. It lasted until past midnight, and with a heavy sigh, Aizawa excused himself first. You waved goodnight, and soon Midnight left, followed by Mic.

You stayed on the couch, your own attention focused heavily on the time and not what you were supposed to be doing. It didn’t take much before the time faded from 00:00 to 01:45, and with a brush of your skirt, you headed precisely where you wanted and needed to be.

The walk to his second-floor room filled you with lust. Your body, like some Pavlovian dog, trained and knowing that you were about to fuck the love of your life while he slept. He was so beautiful while he slept, a true sleeping beauty. You especially thought he was stunning when he bit his lower lip, stifling a moan despite his heavy slumber.

Without so much as a second thought, you apparated into his room, your feet cushioned by the soft carpet of his room. And with a smile that was dripping with your love, you stared at Aizawa’s sleeping form. He was already deep in sleep, his body positioned on his back as if he knew what you were doing, accepting the inevitable actions you would take tonight as you did every night. He just looked so calm, so beautiful, so youthful when asleep. The scar under his eye almost invisible 

But unlike most nights where he slept in a soft cotton long-sleeved shirt and sweats, you froze at the sight of the tight black t-shirt on his sleeping form, the shorts that were riding just the slightest bit too low on his sturdy, muscled hips. Your bit your fist, a bubbling heat of lust, and a whine tickling the back of your throat as you take in his sleeping form.

He was doing this on purpose.

Teasing you with this outfit on his sleeping body.

You huffed, inexplicably turned on as the small puffs of air past his lips seemed to thunder around the room.

You were wet already, so very wet.

“You’re so mean, Shouta-kun,” you whimper softly, your voice silent and unheard by his sleeping form. You walk closer to the bed, lips pulled into a pout as you sit on the soft mattress.  “Dressing up like that, I know you did that to tease me!”

Aizawa doesn’t respond because, of course, he’s asleep. But you smile regardless, imagining a million and three things he would say in response, each leading to what you wanted to do so desperately.

“I hope you know you were lying when you said you haven’t had sex since you were twenty,” you sigh, your fingers expertly removing his shorts and boxers from around his waist, using your quirk to make them reappear to the side of him. “We have sex practically every night; you’re so horny, my angel.”

You watch with a curling smile as his cock immediately begins to stiffen against your warm breaths, his face scrunching in his slight discomfort as his cock grows and grows. His cock is undeniably one of your favorite parts of his body. It’s pale in color, paler than the rest of his body, but as it extended to the swollen thickness of his head, it grew darker, the flushed brown pinkness of his head making you salivate at the memory of the first time you ever saw it. His cock, unlike the rest of his scarred body, was unharmed, unmarred by the horrors of the job the two of you held. The thick, beautiful smoothness of his skin, making your eyes flutter in unadulterated lust, his cock a symbol of your pure, unmarked love for him. You hum, hand grasping his length and lazily stroking him as your head tilts, reading his sleeping features for any sign of him enjoying this as much as you do.

“Aww, Shouta-kun, I wish you knew I fuck you. I bet you would turn bright red, knowing that I ride you every night. Maybe you’d use that weapon of yours to teach me a lesson or two,” you mumble, your hand gripping his cock harder as you stroke him.

A small glistening drop appears at the slit of his dick, and you shiver in excitement; he was already leaking pre-cum. 

“Look at you, already ready to have my cunt wrapped around that big cock of yours,” you mewl, absolutely ready to mount him, prepared to have his sleeping form cum deep within you. You stand up, removing your shorts and panties, and climbing onto the bed.

With the balance of a pro, you get yourself hovering over him, your already wet cunt shivering with the expectance of having him deep within you. Your hand on his cock never once stopping as you tease yourself against his swollen head, your voice a pathetic whimper as your slick mixes with his clear pre-cum.

“S-See how embarrassing you are!” you huff, rutting his length between his folds, lubing him up for the initial entrance because, by god, it still hurt. “Making my pussy so wet! I’m practically dripping all over you!”

There’s only a soft breath from his lips, but you grin as if he was speaking to you.

“You want me too, huh?” you giggle, and without further adieu, you sink against him.

His cock entering your tight cunt was still as mind-numbing as the first time. His cock easily buries into the small, thin wall of your cervix, and you tremble as his length stretches and pulls at your throbbing core. You can feel every curve in his cock, every vein, every gentle throb.

“Glad t-to know you find me… nnghh… find me i-irresistible,” you pant, face flushed with your desire to adjust quickly around him.

The conversation from tonight had made you entirely weak in the knees and hot at your core, knowing that you were the only one to really have claimed Aizawa, the only one who would ever know how his sleeping body craved you as much as you desired him.

You give a tentative swirl of your hips, your eyes trained on Aizawa’s relaxed ones, testing to see how tired and sleepy he was. There was no reaction, no movement outside of the typical grunt at the back of his throat. It was a noise he always made when you first moved with him, a noise that quickly seared in the back of your memory forever.

Shifting your weight to be more comfortable on your knees, your hot hands fall onto his tight chest, and with a sigh of pure relief, you begin to fuck him.

Your straddling aided the deep penetration, allowing for the gentle kiss of the tip of his leaking cock to your thin cervix wall. You clenched tightly around him, unable to keep yourself from doing so as you rode him, the feeling of his throbbing member within you absolutely breathing taking as you placed your claim on him again, again, and again.

Aizawa was fully sheathed within you, and your fingers twisted and pulled at the tight fabric of his shirt, raising it up so that you could admire his taut, tense abdomen, mewling at the way he’s happy trail was thick and bushy. You wondered how he would react to your fingers threading through his body hair, if he would love it; if he would hate it. 

“I want you to know how much I love you, how much I would give everything to you!” you whimper, your head fighting the instinct to throw itself back as you begin to drop onto his still cock faster and faster. “I wish you knew that you fuck me so good, Shouta-kun; I need you to know that! But you won’t even look at me! You won’t spare me a single second of your busy day, so that’s why I have to fuck you at night!”

Tears of both pleasure and hurt well into your eyes; you sniffle as you fuck him faster, dropping onto his awaiting cock with more significant, more aggressive slaps. The sounds echo throughout the room, the musky, sweet smell of your sexes is the only thing keeping you sane — that and the grunting noises that Aizawa keeps emitting, it makes your toes curl and belly flutter in a funny way.

“I bet you’ll fuck me so good once I get you to love me! You’ll never stop fucking me, you’ll never want to leave me because only I know how to fuck you correctly!” you snap, anger and lust licking through your tone, making your eyebrows furrow and your walls to clench even tighter around him. The building tension in your stomach is like a fire, and you can feel your high coming. “But you fuck me so good, baby, so good and you’re not even awake!”

And for the first time, you watch in electrifying pleasure as a low, husky, raspy moan leaves his throat as you fucked him. The sound alone was something downright pornographic to you, and the whine that spills from your mouth is nearly inaudible with the pitch it vibrates at. So without so much as a second thought, a bubbling smile spreads on your face, and you continue on, energy and excitement doubled in your joy.

Your hips roll, rise, and fall against his with growing force and speed. The small creaks of the mattress completely ignored by you as the throbbing and twitching of his cock buried deep within you keeps you pushing for more. The heat and pressure in your belly grow exponentially, festering and burning until you can feel yourself at the tipping point until you can’t do anything but focus on Aizawa and only Aizawa, or else you would scream his name in your euphoria.

The veins on his cock and the overall girth of his length send your mind spinning, not at all helping your predicament, and in a last-ditch effort to keep yourself from crying so loudly you would wake up even the dead, you lean forward. Your sweaty body leaning down to his parted chapped lips as you kiss him to keep yourself silent as your orgasm crashes through you in a blissful wave. Your body spasms almost uncontrollably, the nerves and firing axons through your body uncontrollable as you lay there, allowing for Aizawa to cum before you leave. You shudder at the feeling of his cum emptying out within you, his cock immediately softening as you lay there on top of him. His heart racing with his orgasm, and you sigh contentedly.

“God, I love you so much, Aizawa Shouta; I’ll make you mine one day,” you swear, your nose nuzzling his stubbled cheek.

You lay there for some time, enjoying the way he feels in you, content with the pooling cum from your still spasming cunt. But eventually, you pull away. You pull on your panties and shorts quickly, not wanting a single drop more of his cum to seep out of you. Unable to help yourself, you lick the leftover cum on his cock clean with your tongue before wiping him down with a towel to prevent the smell from clinging.

Your eyes study Aizawa’s face just before you leave, and your smile.

He really does look less tired after orgasming.

But the entire time you were there — the whole night you fucked him and spoke to him — you missed the red blinking light of the camera recording in the corner of the room.

[sarah-sandwich]

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#5

Can we take a minute to geek out over fucking Amanda??? Like ep one she was SO quiet while the others were farting around and gleefully ripping up the flooring of Anthony's world to watch him dig (affectionate) but then it was her turn and she was RUTHLESS and EFFICIENT and METHODICAL and that contrast was soooo funny

Then in ep 2 the main cast has the measure of her and they're wary but Beth is going in for the kill in her clumsy oafish way (still affectionate) but Amanda meets every move and spins it back on them ALL WHILE DRAWING BETH INTO HER WEB

Then there's ep 3 where she finally clues you in that she is also unhinged but with such COMPETENCY that you don't see it for what it is until you're already in love with her and you know that she will eat you alive and you will let her

74 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

#4

''YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO LOOK AT MY BABY PICTURES GIVE THAT PHOTO ALBUM BACK TO ME'' ''but it's from a time when you were actually likable 🥺''

from the prompt list please??? anyone you want, I just think it’s funny and you could do this justice

So uh, as you know this got out of hand lol

Here it is! The much anticipated fake dating prompt fill that blossomed into a 7 chapter fic :)

Two boys, both alike in dignity--by which I mean they have none. Harley is lying to his family about why he hasn't come home in years. Peter is lying to everyone about pretty much everything. Together they can make everything worse by lying together (heh) in Rose Hill while Harley pretends to his family that Peter is his long-term boyfriend and Peter pretends that he hasn't had a crush on Harley since the day he met him--or no. He DOES pretend he has a crush-- Wait, no he doesn't pretend because he HAS a crush so he pretends to pretend that he--

It's complicated.

Read on AO3

81 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

#3

I have to know what “the olive garden revelation” was omg

Omg it makes me wheeze cry laugh every time. Griffin finds out (as an adult! in front of an audience! on a stage!) that Justin and Travis pranked him as a kid by telling him that you can take the raw fettuccine out of the display containers at olive garden and munch on them.

Here is the audio clip (it's from a live show but its decent quality) I just listened to it again and I'm sweating from laughing so hard

88 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#2

A Peach Like You - sequel to Peaches ain't Pretty

Peter Parker never considered himself special. Maybe, yeah, having radioactive blood and spider-like abilities makes him different and his vigilante career is out of the norm and fine, yeah, he's on the autism spectrum. Call that "special" if you want. But under all that, he's a regular college student juggling three jobs, an internship, a sad mockery of a social life, and saving the city day and night. The usual stuff.

So when he somehow catches the eye of a blue-eyed mech engineering major with an accent that could turn even Aunt May's brick-hard mashed potatoes to mush, he's only thrown for a minute before he writes it off as a fluke. What could a guy like that see in a guy like him anyway?

Chapter One Will Be Posted January 5th CST

Check below the Read More for a sneak peak

Chapter 1: I’m an only child and I’m desperate for attention

Peter’s web-line, tangled desperately between numb fingers, holds as he slams into glass. Air punches from his lungs, but the pane stays intact. He fumbles for his footing, slipping in the smears of scarlet left from his meeting with the window, then begins the slow miserable climb to the ninth floor. His abdomen burns. His head pounds.

He’s not going to pass out. He’s not going to pass out. He’s…

He’s so fired. The pizzas he was supposed to deliver are long gone by now, whether he can remember where he stashed them or not. His boss is going to be furious with him for flaking on his deliveries again. He may have attempted the tried and true ‘It’s not my fault, Mr. Leonetti, I was mugged,’ routine if it wasn’t for all of the cell phones that recorded Spider-Man getting stabbed not two doors down from the pizza shop. He can’t risk anyone making the connection between Spider-Man and Peter Parker.

What was he supposed to do? Not drop everything and strip down to his suit to stop the bodega from being robbed? Not web the clerk out of the way of the stray bullet? Not take the lucky stab between his ribs during his distraction?

Actually, he could have done without that last one. Ned has enough on his plate without having his mess of a childhood best friend slithering through his window every other day with life-threatening injuries.

He breathes a sigh of relief as his fingers curl over Ned’s window sill. His Friend of Spider-Man sense must be tingling because it’s wide open. A strange choice for February, but you won’t hear him whining about his unprecedented change in luck.

He pushes the screen until it pops free of the frame then rolls into the apartment. He lands with a thud on gray carpet and groans as the impact aggravates his stab wound. It’s not until the haze of pain clears enough to see the unfamiliar light fixture above him that he considers how unlike Ned it is to have the window open on a day that’s threatening snow.

Ned hates winter. He hates leaving the window open even a crack and often compromises by stuffing a towel in the crack to keep the draft out because, as much as he hates winter, he loves his best friend more.

As he blinks at the rest of the room, dazed from blood loss, he slowly puts together that this is not Ned’s apartment. It smells wrong for one thing. Like burnt bread and blood (the latter of which, yes, he realizes is his fault), but also there’s a distinct lack of life in this place that’s so contradictory to Ned’s merch and memorabilia-stuffed apartment that for a moment he thinks maybe this one is vacant. No shoes by the door. No pillows on the couch. No DVDs next to the TV. No takeout containers. No books. Nothing.

Other than a mason jar that’s half-filled with odd little trinkets on an otherwise barren bookshelf, the place is lifeless.

Well, nearly lifeless.

In the same moment he decides he ought to haul his broken body out the window and try for the correct window, a tall blond someone wearing a knit sweater and jeans that have been worn soft over time steps into the room waving a towel at the smoke lingering near the ceiling.

The man freezes as they lock eyes.

Oh, mother fudger.

183 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Anthony: and he cuts your head off

Everyone: *SCREAMING*

Beth May: Is she okaaayy???

224 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

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[seungmoroll]

Secret Santa | Bang Chan

Word count: 1k

Genre: fluff

Requested: yes

A/n: it’s never too late for a christmas request lol. thanks to the anon for the request! hope everyone enjoys!

           Clapping his hands together, Chan announces, “It’s time to open presents!” This had you and everyone else excited. This year for Friendsmas, you and the boys decided to do Secret Santa. When you guys were pulling names for Secret Santa, you pulled the piece of paper with Felix’s name on it. Luckily for you, picking out a present for Felix was easy. Although it wasn’t mentioned, you had also got the other boys presents for Christmas.  

           Everyone had gathered around in the living room in their matching pajamas (it was Felix’s idea, and no one had the heart to tell him no, plus you thought it was a cute idea anyways).  You settle down on the couch next to Chan, a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hand. Chan wraps his arms around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. “Who wants to go first?”

           “Me!” Jeongin screeches as he makes his way to the presents, grabbing a large box with his name on it. Like parents watching their kids opening presents on Christmas day, you watch with a smile on your face as Jeongin opens up the box to reveal a keyboard. “No way! This must’ve been expensive.” Jeongin says in disbelief.

           “Who do you think is your Secret Santa?” You ask Jeongin. Taking a moment to think, he points at Chan, who shakes his head no. “Then who?” Jeongin’s eyes then shift to Changbin, who has a knowing look on his face, “Hyung, you didn’t have to get me something so big.” Waving him off, Changbin says, “You’ve been practicing so hard, so I thought I could get you one to practice here, but don’t you dare play that thing early in the morning.”

           And so Friendsmas continues on like this, with Changbin getting receiving cologne from Seungmin. Seungmin getting a hand knit sweater from Felix. Felix receiving a new mixer from you and you getting a promise from Felix that you were going to get the first thing he made with it. Jisung got rings from Jeongin. Hyunjin received a new blazer from Jisung. Minho was gifted a locket with a picture of his cats from Hyunjin.

           That left two people left, you and Chan, and because of the fact that only Minho and Chan were the only two Secret Santas yet to be revealed, you knew that Chan was your Secret Santa. Getting up from his spot next to you, Chan goes to get his present from underneath the tree. When he opens it, he sees that Minho has given him new headphones. “Thanks, dude.”

           Settling back down on the couch next to you, Chan motions for you to open your present without saying another word to you. Underneath the tree lies a small box. The first thought that comes to your mind is that it’s jewelry, but when you sit down to open up the box, you are met with the sight of a flash drive. Confused, you hold it up to Chan, “You got me a flash drive?” Shaking his head, he tells you, “It’s what’s on the flash drive that’s your present.” Motioning towards the laptop that was set up on the table, he tells you to check what’s on it.

           When you open the flash drive, you see that there is only one item on it. An audio file. It’s labeled “Breathless”. “Just listen to it.”

           “Ooh, you can use Chan’s new headphones,” Minho says with a wink, which you choose to roll your eyes at.

           After connecting the headphones to Chan’s laptop, you ignore everyone’s stares as you click on the audio file. The sounds of an unfamiliar song start to play, and then a familiar voice fills your ears, and that’s when you realize what Chan’s present to you was. It was a song; a song that he had wrote for you. You make sure to listen to every lyric to the song. The lyrics to the song described how you made Chan felt; from the moment he laid eyes on you to all of his favorite moments with you. That every time he looked at you, he felt breathless. The lyrics and the song in general, were beautiful that you didn’t even realize that you had started tearing up. When the song ended, you had ripped off the headphones, immediately diving into Chan’s arms to give him the best hug he’s ever had. With your head stuffed in his chest, you missed the change of his nervous expression to the look of relief and happiness. The other boys can’t help but coo at the scene in front of their eyes

           Voice muffled by Chan’s chest, you say to him, “I love it Chan. It’s the best present I’ve ever gotten. The song was so beautiful.” Lifting your head up from his chest, you crane you neck him to give him a kiss and tell him, “I love you.” Kissing you again, he says, “I love you too. I’m glad you love the song.”

           “It was the fastest I’ve ever seen him write lyrics, “ Changbin tells you, “He spent every chance he got to work on it because he wanted it to be perfect.” Snuggling back into his chest, you say, “And it was.”

           “Oh hyung can we listen to it now?” Making sure that it’s alright with you, he gives Felix permission to play the song out loud.

           As the nine of you listen to the song, you listen to the sound of Chan’s heartbeat, thinking that the sound could rival Chan’s song for you as your favorite sound. Once the song finishes, Jeongin jokingly says, “Awe our hyung is all grown up now. He’s so in love.”

           “He’s so whipped, that’s what he is,” Seungmin adds.

           “Yah, I’m still your hyung, watch what you say.” Chan threatens playfully. Patting his chest, you go along with the flow, “Don’t worry Chan, we all know it’s true anyways. I mean, I leave you breathless all the time.” Softly looking down at you, he says, “I know.”

[hualianff]

ASMR/Streamer AU

Thinking about an AU with video-game streamer HC and ASMRist XL. Both have huge followings on Youtube and other social media; both never show their faces.

On his channel, MantouASMR, XL uses audio from everyday things like cutting fruit or typing at his computer. Other times, he plans out a general script to help his viewers sleep or motivate them for the day. XL writes and reads his own poetry, as well as sings on his channel too.

XL strives to be the most attentive and considerate content creator. He is constantly reading his viewers’ comments and taking up their suggestions for future videos. Anything to help his viewers get through their day or lift their mood.

(One time, XL read a comment from the parent of a child who was MantouASMR’s superfan. XL’s voice apparently helped their son sleep when he’s scared of the monster under his bed. In his next “Time to Sleep” video, XL iterated a short thank you message for the son and his parent for listening and watching his videos, and he hoped he could continue helping in the future.)

(Another time, XL read a comment from a student who said his voice helped her concentrate on her maths homework—though she mentioned she still doesn’t understand integrals and derivatives. The following day, XL uploaded an ASMR math lesson.)

XL’s voice is known to be very soothing, his whispers as airy and delicate as a spring breeze. His lower register is smooth like honey, and anyone who happens to hear his melodious laughs on a live stream instantly falls in love with his character.

On the other hand, HC’s voice is enticingly deep but has a deadly edge to it. He has no shortage of vulgar language, especially when it comes to playing with other streamers. When HC posts an occasional video that’s not video-game-related such as a rare Q&A, he’s somewhat more pleasant.

Of course, HC is incredibly grateful for his followers’ support. He just finds himself involved in too much internet bullshit even when he respectfully minds his own business. HC supposes that it comes with being China’s number one video game streamer—Crimson Rain Ghost King—watched by millions all around the globe. However, this doesn’t stop HC from being vocal about his opinions and expressing himself without giving a fuck what others thought.

Naturally, HC and XL are in completely separate circles on the Youtube platform. As far as their fans are concerned, a mellow ASMRist and a brash gamer don’t interact with each other...

Here’s the catch: Hualian are secretly married.

XL and HC have been together for over ten years now—married for just under three years. They felt no need to disclose their full relationship when HC began gaining popularity as a streamer, nor when XL’s channel tripled in size a few years later.

In his lives, XL often mentions his mysterious husband a lot. For the third anniversary of his channel, XL retells his wedding day. The picture for the video is of HC’s and his intertwined hands with a red string attaching their middle fingers.

HC was the first one to subscribe to XL’s channel (from a side account). He never fails to remind XL that “Gege has many gifts to share with the world.”

Out of nowhere, a trashy review journal bashes XL’s videos, calling them unoriginal and lowkey creepy because XL is “...a full-grown man whispering random shit that people love for some reason.” HC tries to keep XL from reading the article, but he’s too late. What’s worse is that other media sites speculate XL’s identity after, trying to expose him.

XL has experienced media backlash in the past. This event has him revisiting trauma where he nearly lost everyone in his life. He also went through severe depression and has developed major anxiety since then. One of the main reasons XL started his Youtube channel was because he wanted to be the person of comfort he wished he had had during those dark times.

Witnessing how affected XL is by the article and online hate, HC’s already-thin patience is close to snapping. That specific journal does nothing but writes drama-seeking shit about creators with a notable platform–HC included. Not that he gives a fuck about it.

Except they made XL their next target, and that is unacceptable. HC promptly makes a video grilling the hell out of the journal and the writer who published the article, making it very clear that, “Whoever reads and supports this bullshit are the scum of the Earth.”

HC uploads the video, then proceeds to make a XL-care-burrito. He feeds his husband, keeps him warm, and cuddles him all day. After dinner, XL feels renewed with energy, thoroughly enjoying his Saturday with his biggest, most devoted fan. XL decisively unwraps himself from the burrito and goes to make that sewing tutorial ASMR video he planned for the weekend.

HC’s viewers are once again curious as to if he has connections to XL. They begin digging up evidence but after the short investigation, it seems not to be the case.

Of the two instances XL couldn’t edit out him saying his husband’s name on live, no one seemed to agree on what the two muffled syllables were. XL never shows above his chest (he wears a facemask in case of a slip-up) or goes into too much detail with his stories. Both XL and HC’s other social media accounts are squeaky clean. Plus, you can count on one hand how many times HC has mentioned anything about his personal life.

Their fans stop their analysis, for the most part; XL’s viewers adamant about protecting his privacy and HC’s viewers not wanting to piss their idol off.

With Youtube being an important and time-consuming side of their life, XL and HC make sure to balance their personal, professional, and romantic lives as best as they can, or re-evaluate priorities when things begin to go downhill.

In addition to streaming, HC works as an animator for a respectable company. He has flexible work conditions and schedules.

HC during his stream debuting a new popular game: “I helped make this game, of course I know what I’m doing.” XL watches from the side wearing an adoring and proud smile.

XL is an open and free-spirited soul, so he switches side jobs often such as a barista, salesman, model, etc.

HC’s other hobbies include photography, music, traditional art, and bowling. (He has impeccable aim for obvious reasons.) XL enjoys seeing his friends (SQX, MUA; MQ, lawyer; FX, lawyer), cooking, reading, and skateboarding.

Extras:

-HC often streams with XL in his lap.

-Hualian create NSFW ASMR for themselves.

-(HC in their bed, listening to one of XL’s ASMR videos...

XL, smiling like a minx and slipping into bed shirtless: “Why watch my video when you have the real thing right here?”)

-Someone edits a comedic video with XL and HC’s voices, comparing their styles and approaches to speech. It garners lots of attention for their respective channels, the hashtag #mantouxcrimson ??? trending for a few days.

Video title: You’re friends with both Mantou Gege and Crimson Rain

(In the video)

Situation 1: You haven’t started your homework and it’s already midnight.

XL’s voice: “Whatever you do, don’t put too much pressure on yourself. You can’t do things well if your mind is unwell. Try to finish the things that need to be done, but be kind to yourself~~”

HC’s voice: “You little fucker, what have you been doing this whole time!? If you don’t do your job in the next five seconds, I’ll make sure to bury your worthless dead body where no one can find you-“

(Brainchild with @no-one-says-hi)