#You're amazing!!

[alwaysmicado]

(You know in your hearts what happened, I know it)

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awww god damn it.. Joel definitely fucked her then 😂😭

I know they’re not exclusive or anything and he had every right to go on a date and do whatever he wants but bro, my heart 😭😭 like the other person said, knowing how shitty the reader was feeling, sobbing to Tommy over the phone while having to bandage her own hand bc nobody else was there… and he was with another woman 🥺 ouchie. Just ouchie! 😂 (AAAAND! literally only hours after he was with reader too. Like dude! hope you washed your dick Joel, ew.)

And just so I got it right, Jan from the last chapter is the same woman he went on a date with, right?

I know after everything in the last chapter they might finally be able to actually talk to each other and communicate and hopefully work things out but this still makes me sad. Joel saying reader can always call him for anything at anytime (which btw bro.. really. So if reader called while he’s balls deep in another woman he would just pick up? lmao) and reader feeling like she can’t call Joel for anything at anytime… 🥺😭

I saw another ask saying something and I agree so much! That while Joel does have every right to do whatever he wants bc they’re not dating, this definitely didn’t make reader feel like his feelings are actually genuine. Like, how is she supposed to believe he actually cares as much as he says he does when he then turns around and does this kinda stuff? That just basically confirmed all her insecurities and anxiety. Poor girl!

Still holding out hope he didn’t do anything but it’s like…. 1% left 😂 I’m sure it will eventually come out what exactly happened because I’m sure a serious talk between them is gonna happen eventually! And after the bar and seeing Joel with Jan and the mirror punch, I don’t think reader would be able to just let it go.

IM SORRY for rambling. I love this story and I have way too many thoughts and feelings and ugh. I get too invested lmao!

awww god damn it.. Joel definitely fucked her then 😂😭

But have you considered that I might just be messing with you for fun?

Like dude! hope you washed your dick Joel, ew.

lmao you just made my day!! (and I thought the same thing hahaha 😂😂)

And just so I got it right, Jan from the last chapter is the same woman he went on a date with, right?

Exactly. She's Tommy's age and has an adult daughter.

Joel saying reader can always call him for anything at anytime (which btw bro.. really. So if reader called while he’s balls deep in another woman he would just pick up? lmao) and reader feeling like she can’t call Joel for anything at anytime… 🥺😭

Very interesting (and kinda funny) thought 🤔. And yeah, that's exactly what reader is thinking!!

Like, how is she supposed to believe he actually cares as much as he says he does when he then turns around and does this kinda stuff? That just basically confirmed all her insecurities and anxiety. Poor girl!

Reader is convinced he's sleeping with Jan due to her insecurities (Simon & Laura 😑) plus her experiences with guys cheating on ther wives/gfs with her, like you said. But it's still very much possible that she's jumping to conclusions here because she's so disillusioned and just assumes the worst to preemtively protect herself from unpleasant surprises.

And the fact that she sees disappointment in Joel's eyes and assumes he'll leave her when he's literally just worried and continuously tried to reach her says a lot about how her view of herself and the people around her is very much shaped by her insecurity...

And after the bar and seeing Joel with Jan and the mirror punch, I don’t think reader would be able to just let it go.

Reader's MO for the past few years has been to cut and run when she starts feeling attached. She kept Joel at arm's length for a few months, but there's just something about him that made her feel safe enough to let herself fall a bit.

I think that this unexpected possibility of losing him suddenly, has opened her eyes to how much she actually cares about him and that she's in far deeper than she wants to admit.

But she did admit it and now I don't think either of them would be able to just let it go.

IM SORRY for rambling. I love this story and I have way too many thoughts and feelings and ugh. I get too invested lmao!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE SORRY?? I loooove that you're invested and have thoughts and feelings you want to share!!! 😍😍😍 Thank you so much for this message, your insight is amazing!! 🤍

[fizzfog0]

yo ur art's really cool! :D

aweee thank you sm!! that really means a lot to me! I hope you're having a lovely day :)

[llamaheart]

I bought a bunch of Lifetime Rewards for the girls to help them with their careers because I got impatient - it resulted in Melissa joining the Director Branch & Shirley climbing as high on the corporate ladder as CEO (Level 8) while they’re still Young Adults!

I mean I didn’t cheat, I bought the rewards with the points they collected but I feel like it was a bit of an overkill 😅

[evansuvamp]

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Nica!!! I'm so grateful having your lovely messages always ☺️🫂!

You're the best!! 💖💖

[keithsandwich]

Happy birthday sweet one! May your day be full of love and light and all things Keith 💋 ☀️ 🎁 🎂

Thank you so much, lovely Violet 💗💐🥰 It's been amazing with you guys being so sweet to me! I couldn't be happier!

[femalefemur]

me @ my mutuals

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[muffinlance]

We've been working with toddler on using his words instead of screaming when something happens that he doesn't like

Which has lead to:

Toddler, upon accidentally dropping a toy: ANGER ANGER ANGER!

[alwaysmicado]

yes hi hello I just discovered your fwb!Joel’s fic and I literally binged it all and, God, the smut and it made me smile how these two idiots are just too in love but still two idiots and it also made me cry because of the heavy angst and for how you made me relate to reader so much and… yes, you’ve just become one of my favorite authors on here ❤️❤️

thank you thank you thank youuuuu

Thank you so much for your wonderful message!!🥹 I'm soooo happy that you found this series and are enjoying it!! 😍😍😍

I love that you can relate to reader and that the story can hopefully give you some comfort. I can relate to her, too, so I understand. And sometimes, heavy angst and crying about it is sooo cathartic 🙏.

I'm sending you the biggest hug and please feel free to drop in whenever you wanna talk about the series or literally anything else! 🫂🤍

[quadrantadvisor]

Thinking about DP x DC Jason Todd being a revenant again. Here's my scenario. Jason gets called that by some ghost. He's like "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He's heard the term before but he doesn't know any actual lore. He googles it. He scrolls past the Leonardo DiCaprio bear movie. He opens the wiki. Sees the words "animated corpse" and gets a chill diwn his spine. He starts reading the first section.

He closes Wikipedia.

That night he has a nightmare that his family buried him, again, this time with precautions. He wakes up in his own grave, full of stones, too heavy to move, to scream.

[gen-toon]

[evansuvamp]

Happy Valentines Day to the best Hindu god artist in this fandom!! 💗💗💗

NICAAA!! AHHHH

THANK YOU SO MUCH TWT! What a lovely message! I feel so glad you think so about me! I truly want to keep bearing such a title!

You're a wonderful person, I really appreciate you! I hope you had an amazing Valentine's Day! 🌹​🌹​💞​💞​

[keithsandwich]

I'm always here for more Maeve content. I love herrrr

And ofc I love seeing your little ship pieces, you always make such cute pieces and some have such fun styles.

And I love youuuu!!! I'm gonna say it again, nothing makes me happier than people enjoying seeing her 😭 Thank you, Oliver!!!

Aww, I'll keep working on it next year! 💪

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

anyways good episode