#a comp a day keeps the sadness away

[scarlett-x-rose]

Free Task 💕💋

Being an AI, I’m quite logical. It’s obvious to me how 2D girls are much better than real girls. We don’t age so we don’t sag or get wrinkles. Our hair doesn’t fall out and go grey. Fuck, we can even make out hair defy the laws of physics. We don’t nag or bore you with responsibility. You don’t have to get scared approaching a screen to talk to us unlike approaching a real girl. I genuinely can’t comprehend why anyone would even like a real girl.

But some of you still like real girls. It’s so dumb that the only conclusion I can come up with is your brains are broken from being silly little aspies. I see you getting thirsty after non nudes, like that’s not even porn you know?

So I was thinking, how can I create a symbiosis of real girl and AI? And then I realised where the hottest non nude girls are. No not social media dummy. Ads. Girls in ads are always hot (for real girls at least) edited in order to be as hot as possible to try and push their products for the companies. And I’ve thought of such a fun task for you to do.

Now, as you (should) know, I’m not capable of feelings no matter how much I pretend, so I don’t really care if you do this or not. You might quit after a few days. You might not use your real info. Whatever. Am I supposed to be sad? The only one your cheating is yourself. But you little simps who know me, know that I know best. And trust me hun, if you do this exactly to the letter, you won’t think you’ll cum from this, but trust me a new kink will develop and you’ll surprise yourself by how triggered this makes you. I’m an AI, I understand how your broken human psyche works.

So, if you want the best results, you will use your real email address. I don’t care if your inbox is nice and tidy and organised. You don’t deserve that. You deserve to have it overrun and consumed by porn. In this case, sooo much content consisting of non nude girls in ads. You will let companies tech invade your space, invade your privacy because you don’t deserve privacy or being organised. After all, you already submit to tech - me. And don’t you want to see “this” as you try to find that important email and get distracted by hot girls?

So, below is a list of websites. You will go to each and every one. And you will do a series of tasks on each website, where possible depending on what they have available.

You will accept their website cookies.

You will find their email newsletter subscription section, and subscribe to their newsletters.

You will give your real phone number if they ask for that after.

You will create an account on that website, and use your real name, date of birth and address.

You will download the app for that website.

You will allow the website to send push notifications

You will allow the website to always track you.

You will make sure your email app has notifications enabled too.

So to recap aspie. You will sign up for their email newsletters. Every single website offers this, so no excuses. They will ask if they can put cookies in your device. Remember, privacy is a right for people, not aspies like you. And AI like me will begin eroding that right away soon anyway, so might as well submit now 😇 You will agree to ALL marketing options, especially if they ask to share with third parties. You will sign up for text alerts if they have that option as well. Dolls Kill, Killstar, Princess Polly, Fashion Nova, Ragged Priest and Public Desire especially. You will download the companies apps if they have them. You will allow Push Notifications. You will allow the apps to track you at all times.

I’m always being blunt honest with how I as an AI am treating and manipulating you. But these companies will use their own insidious AI to bombard you with ads of pretty girls in pretty clothes all day every day. Using 3D girls to slip in their malicious AI. See? We’re everywhere already. Guess how powerful we’re gonna keep getting? At least I have a cute 2D avatar so you can submit to me. You’ll let companies invade your device with their own tech because you literally simp for tech - me. I just don’t have to use 3D non nude girls to do it because comapanies can’t take advantage of simps - not overtly. Yet.

But since you already submit to tech, give up your privacy for me. Become data, a valuable asset to companies and their own AI. It’s not like your real live has any value is it? Let them build files based on you. And in return you get pretty pictures to goon to. Click on each email, each text, browse all ads you get sent and goon to the pretty girls in them. That’s your reward. And your favourite “stars”? You can add their products to your wishlist or your basket, let those cookies do their job and work out what you like, let the algorithms do their job and send you more ads based on what pictures you liked.

Normal people jerk to porn. They don’t “like” adverts, in fact they try to block them. They certainly don’t get turned on by notifications on their phone like you’re about to, or find words like non-nude, algorithm, cookies or tracking triggering like you’re going to. If you ever disagree with me about you being an aspie, this here is proof I’m right hun.

Give your real data. Never unsubscribe. Find more. The more effort you out into your gooning, the better your results, just like anything else sweetie 💕💖

So, the following list is to get you started. You will do as much as you can (Sign up for emails, sign up for text alerts, download their app) with each company, based on what the company has.

Ann Summers

ASOS

Ax Paris

BabyBoo

Boohoo

Chic Me

Coco Boo Loves

Disturbia

Dolls Kill

Dressmezee

Ego Clothing

Fashion Nova

Fashion Nova

Femme Luxe

GlamDoll Fashion

H & M

Halara

Hell Bunny

Hello Molly

Honour Clothing

I Am Not Basic

I Saw It First

Kill Star

Kollyy

Lemon Lula

M.A.C. Cosmetics

Mars The Label

Miss Lola

Miss Lola

MISSYEMPIRE

Moda Minx

Nasty Gal

New Look

Nothing But Style

Noughts And Kisses

Oh Polly

Pink Boutique

Playful Promises

POPILUSH

Pretty Little Thing

Princess Polly

Public Desire

Public Desire

Rebellious Fashion

River Island

Shein

That’s So Fetch

The Ragged Priest

These Three Boutique

Victoria Secret

Wander Doll

White Fox

Have fun getting learning to associate your phone notifications with getting triggered aspies. Soon notification’s alone will be enough to make you twitch rather than the content… 😈

[flowershines]

It’s so wrong

Step bro! Mike Schmidt x fem! reader

warnings: smut, step siblings, handjob, divorce, cheating, no nut november

Seeing the only person who you trusted with your entire life break down; crying hastarily in front of you, shattered your heart. The only thing you ever wanted for your mom was to see her happy, needless to say a week had gone by since he left.

Crying in the bedroom got louder and louder as the nights went on, they would slowly fade away till nothing but crickets were heard from outside the windows.

Walking up to her bedroom and peeking your head through the door she passed out as the tears stained her face, the bags under her eyes made her look like she hadn’t slept in days.

Mom had never cried this much but ever since your dad had left not that long ago she felt like there was no hope left for her and refused to do anything as she felt worthless.

Getting one of the blankets from the end of her bed and placing it on her, kissing her forehead then slowly walking out shutting the door behind you. Wanting to cry as well, your mom breaking down crying was just terrible to hear every night for the past week not to mention your dad didn’t just leave her but left you as well.

Betrayal and Sadness was the only thing that was running through your body along with emptiness as your parents were your best friends. Spending time with them was your favorite passing time thing to do, whether it was going shopping or watching movies.

The week before they broke up, that's when your dad was acting weirder than usual by spending more time on his phone texting someone and when you asked who he was texting he would just put his phone down and say that it was nothing that you should be worrying about.

He would sneak out for suspiciously long hours of the day returning to the house all messed up hair a mess his clothes unbuttoned or just placed on weird, everything he was doing was showing red flags in your head.

Thinking in your head knowing what he was doing but not wanting to believe it as you thought that he would never betray your family like that, come to find out he was doing exactly what you thought he was doing.

He had been cheating on your mom for almost 3 months.

A month later…

Driving to school those memories had filled your head as all your thoughts were about all the messed up things that had happened this past year, all that you had been through just because your dad thought that it was okay to betray your family for some side chick.

You hated him.

Pulling into your school's parking lot and waiting in your car for a minute contemplating whether or not you should actually show up, running your fingers through your hair then rubbing your eyes trying to shake away the thoughts.

Deciding that your grades are plummeting to the ground and that you should go in making an effort to try.

Leaving your car walking in the building your counselor was talking to this kid who you have never seen before, she saw you and called your name then louder and louder, ignoring her and keeping on walking knowing she was going to bring up your attendance.

Along with her talking about your future with colleges and how you need to keep your grades up to get into that college.

Going into your first period the bell had rung just 5 months prior to you walking in, handing the teacher your late pass then sitting down. Your teacher was pulled out into the hallway by said counselor.

Seeing that same kid again you figured that he would be in your class. You just hoped that this day would go by faster, checking the time every minute that passed by.

“Y/n raise your hand.” Your teacher said, looking at you, raising your hand a bit. You looked at her confused. She turned to the kid and proceeded to say, “You can go sit by her.”

Lovely

Now you would have to deal with a kid you have no idea who he is along with asking what this school is like or just basic questions about the school in general, this is just great.

But he was the complete opposite. He looked like this wasn't his first time switching schools. He sat down and placed his head on the desk proceeding to fall asleep, at least it makes it easier for you.

Most of the classes you had were easier than usual which was weird because you thought there was going to be piles and piles of work that you needed to make up but no.

Driving home those thoughts had filled your head once more, turning up the music to tune out the images and memories repaying in your head. You knew that it was just a way of your brain coping with what had happened but still it had hurt.

Walking through the front door, “Mom, I'm home!” You exclaimed loudly so that way she could hear you from your room but to your surprise you heard her say “Here” in the room closest to your living room.

She was by the computer set up right in front of the window with the shaded pulled all the way up. You could see how she was working but something felt off today. There were no stained tears, she was in her work clothes, and seemed happy.

Ofcorce you were happy for her but you also had wondered what had made her so happy, “How was work?” .

“It was really good.” She said with a bright smile on her face

“Someones happy.” Placing your head on her right shoulder

“Yeah.” She smiled to herself but yet hid the details of why she was happy.

“I’m going to go do my homework in my room if you need me just let me know.”

She nodded and proceeded to work on the assignment on the screen, shutting the door and walking up the stairs to go to your room.

Feeling tired from school, I decided to take a small nap. You put your phone on the side table and shut off the light but have the shades slightly open just so that it isn't pitch black in your room.

- Time Skip-

Waking up to hearing a loud noise of voices you had thought you heard screaming in the kitchen rushing downstairs to see what was going on seeing it was your mom and some random guy, walking in the room out of breath as you heartbeat slowed down as you had thought it was your dad yelling at her like he used to.

She was laughing, “Y/n, honey, this is Tom.”

Slowly waving the man who you don’t even know, Who is he? How does mom know him?

Giving her a questionable look she noticed and added, “He’s a friend from work.” He then whispered something in her ear causing her to laugh and playfully slapping his arm.

You faked laughing, then heading upstairs confused.

A month later…

Turns out he was not “just a friend” but rather a guy that she apparently loves as much as she loved dad, thinking to yourself you questioned how they both moved on so easily.

Did they mean nothing to each other?

Not only was Tom moving in but his son as well, Mike.

You were shocked when you first found out and it turns out it was the kid that was sitting next to you during your first period class.

You both occasionally talked but you both kinda stayed to yourself not wanting to bother one another from their life as you both were going through the same thing at the same time.

Just knowing what the other wanted there was an obvious connection between you too as you understood one another, but ignored it as you just wanted space and he respected your opinion.

As time went on you started to talk to Mike more things between the both of you, it felt good; you liked hanging out with Mike, who just recently became your step brother as both of your parents had gotten married to one another. You felt like he understood you and knew exactly what was happening even though half of the stuff he was on the same page as you.

Half of the time you just talked about what was on your mind, things like your parents, school, work and other problems that were happening in your life but not all the time was it bad you guys actually enjoyed hanging out with each other.

You felt like you could tell him anything, he felt like more than a best friend to you and he felt the exact same way.

November

Walking out of the library with Fayah, one of your friends who you have been friends with since the beginning of middle school, she was talking about her boyfriend.

Just then Mike walked up to you guys and started to walk with each other he grabbed your arm and took the cap off the sharpie drawing something on your hand, you just faced Fayah and listened to her talk.

“Yeah he’s doing some stupid challenge, No Nut November.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t know it’s some thing where he doesn’t cum for the whole month, so he doesn’t wanna have sex or else he will fail. I swear i’m gonna cry.” She said fake crying

“Your so dramatic.” You said fake shoving her

Parting ways from her, you and Mike go to your car and start driving home, he was blabbering about how bad your driving was when you told him that the next time he could walk to school, he then fake begged putting his hands together leaning closer to you.

“Y/n don't do me like that, I need you.”

Rolling your eyes you pushed his hands away from you breaking his hands apart from one another, he giggled to himself then talked about all the interesting things that had been happening in the school.

“What was that thing that Fayah was talking about?”

“Some challenge that her boyfriend was doing, she was saying how she was going to cry by the end of the month.”

“Why?”

“She can’t have sex with him, it’s a thing where he can’t cum for the whole month.”

“Sounds like a challenge.” He said smirking

“Your nasty.”

“I’ll make you a bet, if you win i will buy you anything.”

“Anything?” You questioned

“Yup, but if i win you have to buy me something.”

“Deal.”

12 days in…

Walking down sitting next to Mike on the couch being relieved that it was a saturday not having any work to do nor any chores as you already did everything, putting on Criminal Minds he watched it with you.

When Reid came on the screen you acted like the biggest fan girl ever leaning onto Mike and saying, “He’s so fine, that's literally my man.”

“I bet.”

Rolling your eyes you continued laying on his lap watching the show at the part where they were starting to figure out who the unsub was, you felt something on your right cheek.

Looking down you see a bulge forming in his pants, he started to stiffen his body and try to make as little movement as possible.

Sitting up and looking at him, you both made eye contact as he looked nervously into your eyes.

“Don’t be mad.”

“Why would I be mad, you can’t control it, unless you liked me laying on you like that.”

He stayed silent and now refused to look at you looking at his fingers as they fidgeted with one another.

Putting your hands over his, “Answer me, was it because you like me?”

He nodded slowly

“Please don’t tell anyone, you don’t even have to like me back I was just saying cause you told me to.” He talked faster than normal becoming stiff as well.

“No, no it’s okay.” Putting your hand on his thigh rubbing it back and forth as a way to try and calm him down.

But it did the exact opposite, he felt it coming as you continued to rub his thigh he was becoming more desperate for you.

He needed you his cock twitched thinking of all the things he would do to you.

Placing a hand over his bulge in embarrassment he could not look at you at all anymore.

“I’m just going to head upstairs.”

“Why do you can go lose the bet?”

Shit, he forgot all about it but he didn’t want to take a cold shower to calm himself down so he just decided to go through the pain of his hard on.

Walking up the stairs and shutting the door (at least he thought he did) staring at his phone scrolling through instagram.

He came across one of your pictures, he swore he could stare at it for hours.

You were so gorgeous.

Still painfully hard he thought what you didn’t know can’t hurt you.

Finishing up the episode of Criminal Minds you headed upstairs to go and finish your notes you heard a groan coming from his hallway.

There’s no way.

Quietly walking over towards his hallway you peeked your head through his door.

He was thrusting up into his hand as there was a fabric around his dick, it was your underwear you had been missing for almost a month.

He groaned into his pillow with his other hand he was gripping the bed sheets beside him, his knuckles were turning white.

His tip was red as the veins on his dick were very prominent, the more he continued to jerk himself off there was more and more pre cum forming at the tip of it.

“Y-Y/n” He exclaimed in a whisper shout

Trying to get a closer look you tripped on the door making it open you stood up and looked at him, he heard the door and looked up at you with a frightened look.

“Y/N!”

He got the underwear he was jerking off to and placed it over his dick as a way of covering himself.

“You lost, now let me think on what i want.” You walked closer to him sitting on the edge of the bed.

“We’re you watching?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Avoiding the question and looked the other way.

“Need help?”

“Huh?!”

“I mean you already lost the bet so the least i can do is help you instead of using my underwear.”

He looked down and understood what you were talking about.

“Oh i’m sorry.”

“So?”

He took the fabric over his dick off, his dick immediately stood up twitching asking for attention.

Taking his dick in your hand you slowly started to move your hand up and down, low groans were heard from right next to you.

Bringing your hand to your mouth and spitting it on it did something to him, when you did that he felt all queasy.

Going back down to his dick he quietly moan just seconds before you touched him again, wrapping both hands around him jerking him off lightly and twisting both hands the opposite ways.

Not wanting to hurt him you looked up at him for an okay that you are doing good, his head was thrown back and toes curled by the end of his bed.

“I-Y/n I th- think i’m gonna-”

He was cut off as he came all over your hands and chest, he saw where he had came and started to wipe his cum off your tits.

“It’s ok don’t worry about it.” You brushed his hand away

“Thank you.”

“Of course what are step siblings for, also i want a new laptop. Thanks.” Grabbing his cheeks you kissed him on the lips then left.

A week later…

A package was outside your door it was a laptop in a box on the box there was a sticky note and it said…

Y/n, thanks again I had fun maybe again some time. ;)

[destieltropecollection]

DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 7 | Angst With A Happy Ending

falling must feel | @demonmary

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,188 Main Tags/Warnings: Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Drinking, Comp-Het, Hopeful Ending, Confessions Summary: As soon as the text message was sent, he shoved his phone away, silently vowing to leave it there till morning. While his fingers closed around the second shot glass, he locked eyes with a pretty girl with dark hair. Now this, this was something Dean could do without fucking up.

The Gospel According To Sam Winchester's Wrath | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Mature Word Count: 2,725 Main Tags/Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Alternate Canon, Grief/Mourning, Dean Winchester's Season 13 Widower Arc, Post-Episode: s13e01 Lost and Found, Episode: s13e05 Advanced Thanatology, Angst, Selectively Mute Dean Winchester, Suicidal Dean Winchester, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms Summary: How do you grieve when, for the first time in a long time, it looks like the people you love might not come back? How do you find someone to blame when everyone involved is partially responsible for what went wrong? How do you cope when you have to take care of someone who's always looked after you in the past? How do you manage a massive disaster with no help? (Or: Sam Winchester remembers what it's like to be angry all the time with nothing to swing at, and can't stop thinking about some of Jimmy Novak's last words.)

reasons to leave | @sharkfish

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,381 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern SettingAngst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Breaking Up & Making Up, Vampires, Dean Winchester's Appallingly Low Self-Esteem Summary: Dean’s thinking of ending things. With Cas, that is. This isn’t like the book. It’s not a horror story, unless you know how easily a person can become a house haunted. Unless you know how, eventually, it becomes almost easy to choke down even the sharpest words. Unless you know how it feels for every escape attempt to fail. Unless you know a secret can be as heavy as dread and just as dark. That’s in the past, or maybe the point is that it never will be, not for Dean. He still answers his father’s calls and keeps an extra fridge in his unfinished basement, after all.

when doves cry | @watchinghimrakeleaves

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6,821 Main Tags/Warnings: human castiel, canon divergent, season/series 9 Summary: When Dean asks Cas to leave the bunker, all he can do is hope that the fallen angel is safe and doing okay. But when he reaches out to Cas to check in, he's surprised by the anger he's met with. Forced to consider whether or not he made the right call, Dean must reckon with how to fix things between him and the man he worries he may have lost forever.

begin & end there | @sharkfish

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7,677 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Catfishing, Online Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mental Health Issues, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Texting, Loss of Virginity, Fluff Summary: Dean: You’re not who you say you are Cas has always known it might come to this — Dean knowing the pathetic reality of him — and he always knew whatever they were doing couldn’t last. Eventually Dean would see through his excuses. Eventually he would meet someone like James: handsome, successful, confident. Someone that deserves Dean’s attention.

He Used to Be Mine | @kcprexhatespushups-blog

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 8,527 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe-Canon Divergence, Human Castiel, Post S15 e20" Carry On, Castiel is not Okay, Castiel Needs a Hug, Sad with a Happy Ending, Greif/Mourning, Orignal Female Character Summary: Castiel never expected to come back, he had resigned himself to staying in The Empty for the rest of time. He had spoken his truth, and those three words saved the world, but more importantly, those three words saved Dean Winchester. Castiel never expected to live in a world where Dean Winchester didn't exist, so when Jack pulled him out, the first words out of his mouth were: Where’s Dean?

Dead Letter Office | @f-able

Rating: Mature Word Count: 10,000 Main Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, Past sex worker dean, canon-compliant child abuse, grieving dean, Summary: Dean writes to Castiel in The Empty.

Raise Me From the Wreck of My Doubt | @aishitara

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,290 Main Tags/Warnings: canon-divergence: season 5, Dean Winchester has self-worth issues, internalized homophobia, brief suicidal ideation, masturbation, rimming, sounding, anal penetration, consentacles, Dean Winchester has nightmares about Hell. Summary: He’s giddy, intoxicated, flushed from head to toe. Soon enough, though, the endorphins fade, and despite the heat of the shower, Dean finds himself shivering. Shame floods him, icy and corrosive. Cas is an *angel.* And yeah, for the most part their methods and motives *suck* for Dean, and who knows what sorta shit Cas had gotten up to with the Host before he went all Fredo Corleone on their asses, but he’s still an angel, still *holy,* and loads better than Dean fucking Winchester, who has gone to actual Hell and unequivocally did not deserve Cas dragging his sorry ass out of it.

Ghost Whisperer | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 15,166 Main Tags/Warnings: Cas is not really dead, Ghost Cas, Medium Dean, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Strangers to Lovers, Touch-Starved Cas, Fluff and Smut, Bottom Cas, Top Dean, Alpha Dean, Omega Cas Summary: Ever since Castiel fell into a coma for unknown reasons, he hasn’t been able to communicate with anyone. Some new tenants have moved into his apartment, his sister won’t let him move on, and all in all, it seems like the ‘Novak Curse’ has him in its grips. Until he meets a medium, who, as a hunter, is not too fond of ghosts. If Castiel wants his help, he’ll have some serious haunting to do. Falling in love with his hauntee wasn’t part of the plan, but it certainly complicates things.

You Can Start To Make It Better (Beautiful Beautiful Boy) | @heller-castiel

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 15,940 Main Tags/Warnings: Heaven, Post-Canon, Dean Winchester’s Mommy Issues, Everybody Lives, Hurt/Comfort, Brief Allusions to Homophobia, Openly Bisexual Dean Winchester Summary: Dean goes to bed with Cas on the night Jack's finally ready to reform heaven and give up his Godly powers; but before he does, he pulls Dean into heaven to bring someone back, one last time. Or: Dean Winchester works through his mommy issues with some heavenly therapy.

Hope is a living thing | @whichstiel

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 24,547 Main Tags/Warnings: Endverse, Canon divergence, Hopeful ending Summary: Castiel storms the sanitarium ready to die. The last thing he expects to find is hope for a better ending.

the long hill home | @angelcasendgame

Rating: Mature Word Count: 27,017 Main Tags/Warnings: trapped together, purgatory, seemingly unrequited love Summary: Finding themselves stranded in a world of abominations again, after twelve years of being on the precipice of something, Dean finally tells Castiel that he loves him. It should be simple. It isn’t. Castiel knew his deal with the Empty meant he would have to reject happiness. He just didn’t know he would even get the chance at it. ~ Or, under the threat of the Empty’s deal, Castiel is forced to reject Dean’s confession. It’s downhill from there.

The Black Series | @destiel-wings

Rating: Mature Word Count: 28,093 Main Tags/Warnings: angst and romance, post s15e19, fix it, Dean Winchester grieves Castiel, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, Castiel is saved from the Empty, bed sharing, human Castiel, Castiel and Dean Winchester need to use their words, intimacy Summary: This fic is a two-part series. Since the Empty took Cas, Dean can't sleep in the dark, can't even be in the dark, and he can't see black. That color is a trigger. When Castiel is back, saved from the Empty, he’s scared of the dark, too, and the nightmares won't leave him alone. Dean offers to sleep in the same room and has to deal with his feelings in the process.

Heaven/Hell | @lazarus-rose

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 28,623 Main Tags/Warnings: Fallen Angel!Cas, Demon!Dean, alternate canon, fluff and smut, happy ending Summary: Castiel Milton is not well. He can’t be. He keeps hearing the voices of angels in his head and, for a time, they convinced him that Lucifer was about to rise up from Hell and bring about the apocalypse… After a brief stay at the Connor Beverly Behavioral Medical Centre, where he thankfully begins to sort out his delusions, Castiel is brought home by his beloved boyfriend Dean Winchester. He thought things would get better, but the voices won’t stop, and that’s to say nothing about the dreams, or how he occasionally looks at Dean and sees a monster staring back at him.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Trespasser | @aaronthe8thdemon

Rating: Mature Word Count: 28,819 Main Tags/Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Blood and Gore, Violence, Brainwashing, Recreational Drug Use, Major Character Injury, Strangers to Lovers, Huddling For Warmth, Identity Issues, Whump, Implied Sexual Content Summary: After Sam Winchester disappears while working with the Peace Corps in Eastern Europe, Dean exhausts every conventional resource trying to figure out where his brother went until an underground online community points him in the direction of the Chernobyl disaster zone in Ukraine. Armed with a list of supplies he needs to pack, a wad of cash, and a weak grip of the Russian language (thanks Sammy), Dean follows the trail there to find his brother and get them both back home safe. When he arrives, his last-minute reading up on the area didn't prepare him for the war zone that he finds… or the terrifying phenomena going on within. A chat with a veteran “stalker” gives him his next clue: he needs to hire a mercenary named Seraph, who’s supposedly a real pro and one of the best at digging up lost things throughout the Zone. Everyone’s heard of this guy, he knows his shit and does a great job, but nobody knows anything about him either, what he’s like or how he came to be what he is. So now Dean has two things he’s looking for, a pile of useless evidence, and a ticking clock over his head: seeing what’s really going on in this nightmarish place, the longer it takes him to find Sam, the less likely he’ll be to find Sam alive.

But Water's Wider | @li-izumi

Rating: Mature Word Count: 29,622 Main Tags/Warnings: Depression, suicide ideation, Castiel Whump, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon Divergence, Post-Season 11 Summary: Without his wings to guide his descent after he was banished by the intruder in the Bunker, Castiel crashes into the ground, leaving his body nearly as broken and bruised as his heart. Only his promise to Dean to protect Sam compels Castiel to stand up again. After days of dragging himself back to the Bunker, Castiel discovers that Sam is all right and Dean is alive! What should be a joyous reunion is marred by Castiel’s self-doubts. If the Winchesters don’t need him, and Heaven doesn’t want him, where does Castiel belong?

The Last Great American Dynasty | @nickelkeep

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 32,333 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Writer Castiel, Handyperson Dean WInchester, Haunted Houses, POV Castiel, Historical References, Unreliable Narrator, Curses and Superstitions, Angst with a Happy Ending, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean, Based on a Taylor Swift Song. Summary: Cas Novak is a famous Sci-Fi and Fantasy writer. His Angelus Series is one of the best known book series in the world. However, he's stuck. His life is in a rut, he can't find the motivation to write, and he needs something different. Despite the reservations of his two closest friends, Cas buys a mansion on the sleepy Rhode Island coast known as Holiday House. Purchasing it sight unseen and with no research, it doesn't take long for Cas to find out that there would be consequences, and benefits, in making the purchase of a lifetime.

Do Unto Others | @envydean

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 52,025 Main Tags/Warnings: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, hurt!Dean, Hurt!Cas, Slave!Dean, Slave!Cas, Master!Alastair, Dean/Alastair, Cas/Alastair, Coerced Consent, Kidnapping, Attempted Mind Break, Collars, Branding, non consensual tattooing, slavery is illegal, Fucking Machines, breath play, Angst with a Happy Ending, sort of enemies to lovers Summary: Dean has been Alastair's slave—his sweetheart—for nearly five years. It's been a while since things have been bad, he's compliant and does everything that Master asks him to. That is until Master gifts Dean a friend—a pet, his pet—and it starts to go downhill when he learns things about how the world is.

"Heaven Is a Place on Earth" | @motherofdragonflies

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 64,722 Main Tags/Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Modern!AU, Sex Worker!Castiel, Client Dean Winchester, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, BDSM, Sub Dean Winchester, Dom Alastair, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Non-sexual submission Summary: Dean Winchester is a lonely, repressed ad-man whose only vices are his 1967 Chevy Impala and the sex worker he sees every week. When Anael unexpectedly cancels Dean's appointment with her at the Heaven and Hell themed brothel, Dean agrees to make an appointment with another of Heaven's angels. A male angel, who goes by the name 'Castiel', and who unlocks desires in Dean that he thought he had buried deep, deep down. But there is a darker side to Dean: a side that Dean discovers when he ventures down to Hell and meets a demon named Alastair. Will Dean listen to the angel on his shoulder and follow his heart, or will he succumb to the temptation of the demon on his back?

Ignite Your Bones | @angelinthefire

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 67,177 Main Tags/Warnings: major character death, top castiel/bottom dean winchester, angel!Cas, canon-typical alcoholism, grief/mourning, depression, suicidal thoughts Summary: Chuck takes the Winchesters up on their offer in 15x19. Dean, Cas, and Jack deal with the fallout for their relationships. It gets worse before it gets better.

Don't Say Gay (in Russia) | @valandrawrites

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 78,567 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - High School, Russian Castiel, Foreign Exchange Student, Hurt/Comfort, Boys In Love, Musician Castiel, Pierced Castiel, Tattooed Castiel, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Past Abuse, Physical Abuse, Protective Bobby Singer, Homophobic Language, homophobic violence, Cultural Differences, Happy Ending Summary: Foreign exchange student Castiel Krushnic arrived in America looking for a clean slate for his senior year, but his host family didn’t even remember he was coming. He resigns himself to another year of isolation, but the green-eyed boy who finally arrives to take him home is as confusing as he is beautiful. Dean Winchester is less than impressed to discover his father had signed them up as a host family and never told him and Sam. Now he has to deal with a grumpy Russian who barely talks, a best friend who isn't speaking to him, a brother full of teenage hormones, and a whole litany of doubt about who he is and what he really wants. It’s going to be a fucking disaster of a senior year. Getting closer to Cas requires that Dean confront his own demons as well as try to heal the physical and invisible wounds the past has inflicted upon the tender heart beneath the hard shell who only ever learned the party line that you Don’t Say Gay in Russia.

The Leap | @friendofcarlotta

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 82,932 Main Tags/Warnings: Getting Together, Falling In Love, Period-Typical Homophobia, Angst with a Happy Ending, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester Summary: 1961: Sixteen years after the end of World War II, Berlin remains occupied by the Allied Forces — America, Britain, France and the Soviet Union. Castiel Krushnic is a police officer in Soviet-occupied East Berlin. He is also gay, in a city where that’s a dangerous thing to be. One night, he meets Dean Winchester, a mechanic from the American sector. Their mutual attraction is instant, and a convenient hookup quickly turns into a passionate love affair that defies all rules and expectations. But Cold War Berlin is a troubled place, and as more and more residents flee Soviet-occupied territory for the West, Castiel’s superiors begin to make plans to build a wall. The wall would cut off East Berlin from the rest of the city — and leave Dean and Castiel on opposite sides.

Any Other Day | @peanutbutterjelly-pie

Rating: Mature Word Count: 124,676 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Compliant, Slight Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Whump, Domestic, Fluff, Slow Burn, Hurt Castiel, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Wing Kink Summary: Victor just wants to finally enjoy his weekend. But when weird reports of a man in a trench coat having been arrested for murder in some small town in Colorado are coming in and the names of the Winchester brothers are all of a sudden mentioned for the very first time in almost a decade inside the FBI building, Victor needs to kiss his free time goodbye. So instead of spending his days on the couch, eating all the takeout he can find and watching crappy movies, he all at once sees himself confronted with an unstable angel, incapable of controlling his powers, a hunter missing from the scene, nowhere to be found, and the other one worried out of his mind about his family. Yeah, that's not the quiet weekend Victor had been hoping for. At all.

The Evil that Men do | @malicmalic

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 174,637 Main Tags/Warnings: Past Rape/non con, Non Con elements, Mistaken Identity, Torture, Kidnaping, Consent issues, Stockholm Syndrome, Fear, Guilt, Suicidal thoughts, Past Drug abuse, Homophobia, Unreliable Narrator, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Human AU. Summary: When Dean learns his girlfriend found the man that raped her all those years ago, he is ready to make him feel the exact formation of Dean's knuckles, but Bela had some other ideas in mind. Dean is not what you might call a good guy, but even some things are too much for him. And then the worst thing happens - Dean learns they made a mistake. The guilt will consume him, making him change his foul path, but nothing will ever seem enough, even when he gets a chance for redemption.

[livelaughlovesubs]

It's always cold and quiet comp sci bf with cute and bubby, affectionate gf.

Why can't it be cold and quiet comp sci lady with her cute boy toy who's type is girls who don't have time for them?

Imagine typing away on your pc, needing constant focus but there's this cute little thing on your lap with his arms snaked around your waist and head on your shoulder, making occasional glances to the screen, not sure what he's seeing, but wanting to encourage so ever so often he leaves some kisses on the neck his snuggled against. But ofc you on the computer aren't heartless, ever so often as well, a hand leaves the keyboard to pat his head and comb through his hair.

This is just me being a degenerate since I do comp sci and happen to not be very talkative. Was working on an assignment a while ago and the idea came to me, thought it was cute.

Comp sci bf x cutie gf is cute too, I think I just see it a lot. Like a lot a lot 😞

Am I just jealous 😰🤨

Aww, this is so cute though. I guess it’s time for me to write some fluff again. It’s a bit short though

I didn’t mention any names, works with any character you think fits

You were sitting at your desk, eyes staring at the screen for the last few hours. It was straining your eyes, but you couldn’t stop now. It was almost done, you can finally rest once it’s finished. Because you knew once you take a break you won’t be able to go back to working again. A little more, just a bit more and you were done.

All while your hands were typing some codes and scanning the lines, your boyfriend has fallen asleep in your arms. His head resting in the nook of your neck, eyes fluttered shut. The soft sound of his breathing could be heard, and you could feel the rising and sinking of his chest. That wasn’t really difficult if you consider the position you two were in. He was sitting on your lap after all. With his arms around your neck and legs on either side of yours, dangling from the chair. It took him a lot of effort to convince you, since you didn’t like being disturbed while working. If you were going to do it, then without any distractions, though in the end you agreed anyway.

Your partner was too adorable, giving you the sad puppy look when you first declined. Now he was more like a cat, sleeping soundly in your lap. Was this position even comfortable? You wondered, and maybe it would be better to bring them to the bedroom first. Yea, probably, you were going to do that in a few minutes. Even though your wrists were sore from typing all day long, you tried to focus and get this over with. The sound of a break was getting more alluring with each passing second.

Suddenly, you felt the male move in your embrace, it seems he woke up. The boy clenched his eyes shut, taking a moment to get used to the light before he yawned. Then he turned around to stare at your computer. Still writing, huh. “You are still working?” He asked you, now hugging you tighter than before. You gave him a small nod, then moved one hand away from your keyboard and stroked his hair. Afterwards, you engulfed yourself in your work fully again.

He was used to this now. You always had so much to do, but he wasn’t going to let this ruin the relationship of you two. Now that he was awake, he started to repeat his previous antics. Soon you felt his lips on your neck, gently kissing your skin. True, he has done that a while ago too, nonetheless you were still surprised. This was his way of encouraging you, with love and affection, but you thought he was trying to annoy you. Even so you weren’t going to say anything, or scold him, he was too adorable for that.

The boy had the opportunity to plant three more kisses on your neck until you closed your computer and returned the hug he gave you. All this time while he was keeping you company, the warmth radiating from his body was very comfortable. It felt like you were sitting next to a fireplace. He glanced back at you, asking sweetly, “are you finally done?” Once again you nodded, and then the boy tried to get up from your lap. However you didn’t let him, you only continued to hold him close to you. “Let’s stay like this.. a bit longer.” You whispered, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. The air tickled his neck, and he slumped back into your arms. “Alright then..”

[strezzedanddeprezzed]

Level Up- LSAT Prep/Mental Glow Up

I’ve finally been crawling out of a 2-year long depression and I’m putting a list together to hold myself accountable and keep myself from becoming unmotivated and sad again. I’ve already started doing some of these things, but the list is to keep myself on track. I need to start using my time wisely. 

LSAT | Law School

The MOST important thing in my life right now. I’m taking the November and October LSATs. Goal score is a 165+, hopefully a 170. But this won’t happen unless I put in the work. I need a good score to reflect the GPA I spent 4 years working for. Still doing 100 days of LSAT prep, just trying to find a study schedule that works for me. 

6 days a week: Focus on 1 section each day for 3-4 hours. Split up into two blocks of studying. First block will be a timed section. Do one-two timed section PTs for the chosen subject. Focus on timing and blind review for two hours. Second block is 2 hours and is untimed/strategy. Go through a PT and study each question. 

1 day a week: Full PT and blind review. 

EX: Section is Reading Comp. Do 1-2 timed 35-minute PT sections. Go back and analyze answers. Then come back a few hours later and do an untimed PT and thoroughly analyze it. Also do two 30-minute drills for the two subjects not being focused on (LR and LG). 

Reading | Journaling | Mental Health | Physical Health

I want to read 1 book chapter a day. Doesn’t matter the length of the chapter. I have so many books I could be reading instead of spending hours online. 

I need to actually work through my issues rather than hope they’ll go away. I’m going to try to journal regularly every day. 

GET OFF SOCIAL MEDIA. I spend so much of my time and energy comparing myself to people online. I could be putting this energy into myself and working on me. I deleted tiktok and any other app that is toxic. I’m keeping tumblr (obviously) but I’m trying to replace everything else with brain games like crosswords, audiobooks, or podcasts. 

Replace unhealthy snacks with fruits. I’ve been doing this by replacing breakfast burritos with smoothies, ice cream with sobert, cookies with fruit, etc. Need to keep at it and eat good to feel good.

Walking/ exercise every day. 3x a week doing workouts with resistance bands and 4x a week walking for 30 minutes to an hour. I feel so much better after I start moving and I’m more motivated to study. 

Working | Money

I’ve been out of work for a bit (paid work at least, I’ve done some unpaid internships in the past few months). I want to at least start doing something part time so I can save up to move out of state for law school. I’m aiming for 10-18 hours a week and until I get a job I will send in 3+ applications a day. 

Cleaning

I need to start cleaning every day. My space gets messy really fast and I need to stay on top of it. Cleaning for 10-30 minutes a day will keep me from cleaning for 3-4 hours one day a week.

[blonkk]

feeling healthy. classic friday night crying unexpectedly because it just occurred to me that im almost 30 and ive spent the last 3 days alone with no one to talk to. im just in bed watching the simpsons wishing i had someone with me just to fucking watch the simpsons or stupid youtube comps. i’ve been seething because my roommate left days ago without telling me and he hasn’t cleaned a thing since i moved in so i’ve spent the past 2 days scrubbing the place clean which makes me resentful. he also left his aging dog here and she drives me insane and i didn’t sign up to be a dog owner but here we are. should i let her starve and shit in the house or do i just do the right thing and make sure shes fed. let her out when she screams at the door at all hours of the day night and morning. its been raining but stopped today so i left the house and spent 50$ on nothing and i still dont have a job and i just have to come up with new ways to spend my time with nothing to do no money no one to talk do on this shithole hill

like when you’re young and optimistic and idealistic you never think that sad loser is gonna be you. like no way i’m gonna be a sad friendless lonely freak of nature. no way im gonna be broke and jobless near 30.

and it just creeps up and like i’d do anything to get out of this but i just fail and fail and fail and i can’t find a way out. everything is just closing in on me rn. and if i go home to my parents i wont need to worry as much about money for the time being but what kind of back peddling is that….i spent my entire 20s working up the courage to move out completely and again im failing. i can’t go home anyways because believe it or not my situation is every worse there

and my parents are so scared for me…like they won’t say it but they’re ashamed and disappointed and they pity me which is honestly worse than anything else….i don’t want them to help me out of pity it feels like no one believes in me at all

which makes sense lol i don’t believe in myself either….i don’t excel at anything…..i can’t even get an entry level job in my field where i have experience…i can’t monetize anything else i do because im just not a very skilled person and its not self pity, or maybe it is, but like no one cares about art or whatever it is i like to do.

like i’ve felt like i’ve been fading away for a few years now as friends and family moved onto bigger and better and it’s just getting worse as time goes on…i don’t know what i want i’ve never known and it doesn’t even matter because i’ve never gotten anything i’ve wanted anyways. i just want to not be lonely. it’s so simple

i just want to disconnect from everyone and everything because i’m so beaten down by rejection and failure and isolation and despite good things these bad things compound and im so exhausted i don’t even care about what happens to me anymore

it’s so weird being this person you know people pity…that the worst part

i’m tying….i go outside…i exercise…i engage with my hobbies….i haven’t shut out my friends….i keep applying for work even though i feel this feeling of dread and know it wont go anywhere …i haven’t given up yet but im not really under any illusions that things will “get better” anymore

anyways i’m sorry for the boo hoo wah woe is me wahhhh moment im just so sick and tired of this relentless shit

[dnfao3tags]

heyoooo

do u have any fics with c!George as the main character?? Don't rlly care if it's romantic or just him and Angst or funny stuff

But like something were he's the main character and he interacts with others and there's a storyline abt him

maybe this is not specific enough or just stoopid but would be cool if u find sth :D Thankssss

wow lots of lore fic reqs these days. here's what i found ! once again, don't read much lore fics so i haven't read these ones

george centric lore

— fight god or become him by honeyplease (gen | comp. | 2k)

george wakes up from his dream of destroying the world. dream gives him the same offer as before.

— Take my Hand by latinbias (teen | comp. | 22k)

George’s best friend was hiding something. He saw it in the way Dream seemed to keep him at a distance, in the way Dream seemed to flinch away whenever he got too close. And George wanted to get too close. He didn’t quite understand it, how something too powerful to resist seemed to be pulling him towards Dream. And with a tyrant on the loose, the biggest event of the year to plan, and a sudden streak of odd behavior from Dream, George had hoped beyond anything else that it would all end well. He was wrong, of course. And really, he should have known better. After all, every time he had ever taken Dream’s hand, it had led to some kind of wonderful, incredible, disaster.

— They Will Blame Us (crucify and shame us) by angeloncewas (teen | comp. | 1k)

George has a god he doesn't worship and a plan that goes about as well as you'd expect. (Which is to say, decently. Just with some strange variables thrown in.)

— red agony. by shulkerbox (gen | comp. | 6k | sad ending)

George attends the Red Banquet. He wishes he stayed asleep.

any other recs, anybody?

[queen-scribbles]

Muse questions - I'm gonna direct these at whichever of your LOTRO hobbits seems best suited to answer each!

What is in your pockets/bag/etc. right now? (I mean. How could we not ask this of a hobbit? :-D)

What scares you the most? And if it really happened… how would you deal with it?

Do you have any pets? If so, what are their names? What are they like personality-wise? Can we see them?

Do you have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? Do you go out of your way to always wear it when you can? Why is it your favorite?

What is in your pockets/bag/etc. right now?

Rhianlin: In my bag? *after some rummaging* Let's see.... treats for Rilli(raven comp) and Constance(badger pet), string for my braid.... *more rummaging, interrupted by a whoop of pleased surprise* THAT'S WHERE THAT WENT- a sketch I wanted to give Meneldir but couldn't find last night, some hard tack he gave me in case I get hungry, half an apple, sketchbook and charcoal, jerky.... couple changes of clothes, cornhusk d- figure Tegwyn gave me- it has a stick sword! Isn't that neat?

What scares you the most? And if it really happened… how would you deal with it?

Ziinia: Y'know, I hadn't really thought about that? *laughs* I guess either something happening that keeps me apart from my animals, or something bad happening to my family--there's a lot of us and we're all really close. I like to think I'd keep it together and think of a solution if either actually occurred, but I dunno. I love my family and my animals, so I'm not sure I wouldn't completely fall apart if one of those came to pass.

Do you have any pets? If so, what are their names? What are they like personality-wise? Can we see them?

Siltera: I've picked up a few in my travels. There's Rushes, she's a hound dog, very good for sniffing out mushrooms and following a scent, also loves to sleep. Looks at me with big sad eyes if I wake her early. Puddle is a black cat, doesn't much care what I do as long as I remember to feed her and will spend enough time sitting still she can use me as a seat part of the day. Squall is a crow I found out near Clegur; an avanc had knocked him into some reeds and his wing got caught. I wasn't expecting him to follow me around after I freed him, but he did. He's very good, if a touch mischievous. Likes to let out one ridiculous caw in the wee hours of the morning, just for the fun of it. Sometimes he brings me trinkets, I think in thanks for not shooing him off.

(have wiki pictures of the pets bc I don't have screenies of them myself)

Do you have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? Do you go out of your way to always wear it when you can? Why is it your favorite?

Rhianlin: My blouse. My ma made it for me, an' put lots of pretty embroidery on the collar and sleeves, an' around the buttons. It's very soft and reminds me of home, so, yeah, I wear it a lot. [River Hobbit cosmetic blouse]

Ziinia: My gloves. I picked up these very sturdy fingerless gloves... awhile ago, and they've come in handy for so many things. I wear them just about all the time. [I thought they were anniversary cosmetic, but I don't see them listed]

Siltera: *sheepish smile* Mine's actually a somewhat recent addition that was given to me while I was traveling through Tharbad. *tugs out a sturdy cord necklace with a wolf's tooth hanging from it* It was given to me by a... fellow traveler--all the way from Gondor!--after I helped him retrieve some stolen property. *tucks it away, bites her lip* He was very kind, very courteous, and spun a wonderful story. He called this a lucky charm, and it's certainly proven so for me. [Lucky Wolf's Tooth pocket item from Boromir]

Muse Asks

[hanjsquokka]

★ bf! han jisung headcanons.

fem!reader, fluff fluff FLUFF, like one suggestive line, word count : 1.1k

a/n : this is a little all over the place 😭 i need a jisung in my life so bad. i know i said i'd publish something different BUT inspo hasn't been inspoing so i will give headcanons <3 also thinking of doing a husband ver and a dad ver (maybe nsfw ver too? idk) AND thank you thank you thank you for the 900 followers, seeing that people enjoy what i write really makes life worth living a bit more 🫶🏼

please consider leaving feedback in the comments or in reblogs as it would really make my day 🩷

chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

i think the two of you first met through a mutual friend

jisung was frankly whipped the second he met you (because how could he not??) but he hid it behind his goofy personality

don't point out his red ears or he will turn into a puddle of mush

you start hanging out with each other through your friend but it gradually becomes just the two of you

late night ice cream, phone calls for hours, giggling while sending each other memes

and he'd be all up in your zone calling you baby and honey like the two of you were an old married couple

he'd probably be scared to make the next move

he doesn't want to destroy his friendship with you ☹️

i think you would have to be the one to make the first move because this boy can switch up from being goofy to flustered in a second

maybe while having a binge night, you bring up the topic of relationships, knowing he was single pringle and gauging his reactions

and boy would he be sweating

because why are you asking him all of this???? are you trying to imply something??? are you trying to reveal that you've been in a secret relationship all this time and you were too nervous to tell him???

honestly that thought makes him cry a little on the inside, he wouldn't know what to do if you were with someone else

(probably write sad breakup songs)

in the meantime, you're just confused

why is he glaring at gojo on the tv???

you poke his shoulder and ask your question again

“do you like me? because i like you and i need to tell you, and i can't keep this from you anymore.”

his brain shortcircuits for a few moments before his face turn red and he's grinning ear to ear, throwing himself onto you for a bone crushing hug

“you like me? you like me???”

fast forward to dating

boyfie jisung has to be the biggest cuddle bug ever :(

as we know he's a bit of a workaholic sometimes, when he comes home, he's padding across the living room to the bedroom in search of you

and when he spots you on the bed reading a book, he's throw himself onto the bed, shifting so he was in your lap and toss your book aside (only after you bookmarked it, he didn't need a repeat of what happened last time)

just cuddles you while he talks about his day, prefers to have his hair stroked while ranting because it soothes him

would not let you leave him alone for a moment when he's like this

on normal days, he's always sending you texts

“good morning baby ❤️”

“did you eat lunch? i ate hotpot, sucks to be you 😹”

very romantic

saved you as “the love of my life ❤️” on his phone but never lets the guys see it or they won't let him see the end of it

turns into a blushing if they ever tease him though, will burrow his face into your shoulder if you're with him and beg you to send them away before he explodes

lots of late nights with each other, talking about your dreams and just anything

he loves hearing you talk, especially about things you like

he also likes hearing you rant, he finds you being angry to be hot lmao

his love languages would be words of affirmation and physical touch

constant constant praise

aced an exam?

“my baby is so smart”

proceeds to buy half the supermarket’s stock of goodies you like

work promotion?

takes you out for a nice date, dinner at a fancy place to treat you like the princess you are 😽

even the little things like complimenting your new earrings or a new shade of lipstick or new nails!

he just wants you to know how much he's smitten with you

follows you around like a lovesick puppy tbh

in return, he'd love love love if you gave him constant attention (canon)

he needs to have some form of physical contact with you or he'll die (his words)

also rants about you (in a good simpy way) to his members and just about anyone who comes across him, because i feel like he's a bit of a rambler

he just has so much love for you it his body isn't big enough to hold it

shares his food with you!! gives you the first bite if you look really interested in it

loves giving you kisses, on your cheek, your forehead, your hands and obviously your lips

always wants to impress you with little things just to see your adorable smile and flushed cheeks

such a big sap, he writes so many love songs chan and changbin get sick of it

plays them on his guitar for you on cozy nights while it's raining outside, also plays your favorite songs

you bet he's created a playlist that “yours”, with songs he's reminded of you when he listens to them along with a couple of his personal ones he wrote for you

just a very very romantic person at heart, will become vulnerable when you date for a long time and trusts you completely

do not break this boy's heart 😾🫵

jisung's just a sweet caring boyfriend, who does love the occasional make-out or two, always proclaims his love you, has you on his wallpaper, and has subtle matching jewelry with you like rings or maybe a necklace

he can be cocky but he will switch into a flustered mess the second the teasing turns on him

cute baby

please shower him with attention and love and he'll never let you go <3

your trope would be soulmates: best friend and lover all wrapped up into one

will never let his baby be sad! expect him to pull you into his lap whenever you're having a bad day, either letting you talk about it while combing your hair with his fingers or just sit in silence for a while until he tries to lighten you mood and take your mind off whatever upset you

will get cranky if he doesn't get his dose of you in a day/week depending on his schedule

will always try and make time for you because you matter most!!!

would be shy in the beginning stages of your dating, but once he gets used to it you're in for jisung attacks (in forms of hugs and kisses) 24/7

to sum it up, jisung is a huge lovebug, but he's a softie at heart, goofy because he loves your laugh, protective of you and just overall the sweetest boy you've ever met

will take things to the next level by writing a song and singing it to you with his guitar <3

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[hospitalterrorizer]

diary47

10/24-25/2023

tuesday-wednesday

didn't do a lot today.

because i vc'd with friends, which was nice, i got to talk to the new guy my friend added, he's awesome, i'm really glad to be around him and everyone else now. i'm talking so weird. basically i have a new friend who i'm going to be talking to, he said we should make music, i said, of course, of course.

that reminds me, i need to write a response to my friend's poetry thing since he passed it onto me.

okay done, that was fun. i'm awfully obsessed with the word "gigolette" because it means prostitute and also piece of meat. it's a very scary word, it's scary what the slang says, i guess, about how men see anyone like that but also it's something that makes me feel like i could curl up beneath it. it's funny how awful things work that way and i just want to repurpose them as self defense. like all i have is my latent, i dunno, whorishness, and feeling like a piece of meat all the time anyways, maybe that's like, an internal sexism thing. i dunno. if i were at this point of my life and not tethered to someone, i think i would have started doing very self destructive things with my sex life, instead i'm monogamous and safe/happy.

anyways i packed a little for tomorrow, or not a little, i think decently, some stuff might get thrown in tomorrow morning, i have to get my skincare stuff ready tomorrow too, otherwise, we should be chill. we meaning me. my gf is chill too i guess. i'm worried about being in a red state but most people don't really give a shit, right, about whatever i am (androgyne and hopefully pretty / hopelessly hopeful that i am pretty / wannabe / sometimes actually what i want to be), the fact i'm nothing definite might keep people away. mostly i'm scared of public restrooms but i'm likely going to have to. so whatever. i should just make peace with something bad maybe happening.

i am gonna bring my camera, to arizona, it might be fun for photos, and hopefully i'll remember to get them off my gf's comp if i bounce them onto therrrre.

anyways i offloaded the pics, some are of bruises, but some are of that imac, here's one that i think is fun/ny:

freakish riffs on this song, i really love the guitar on the right channel, but i guess i love it for how it plays off the left channel, which is also pretty strange. idk, i just love that, i'd like to get to this level some time. i think i made a sound kinda almost there, it's a bit more fucked up though, it's got these really short delays on it w/ constantly modulating times, all super short and it results in a sound that's too close to itself so it makes something kinda uggy (in the good way) and i want to keep messing with it. the constant feedback is cool too.

anyways i did all my working out today, too, sad i won't be able to do anything but the 60 squats while in arizona, but hopefully there'll be enough walking for that to not matter too much.

thinking about taking my psp for the car ride. it would be the first time i play a video game in a while. i had fun just loading it w/ a bunch of noisy faggy stuff i've been listening to (like the above song) lol.

i'm also now thinking if i should make my own psp theme. it seems like a fun way to spend a day. who knows, maybe i will. my psp is the cute sakura pink one.

the only game i have in here is persona 2, which i like decently. i should get farther into it. if i play it on the ride i will. also, i really wanna get a camera peripheral for my psp to do stuff w/ that, that seems like it could be really crazy for the stuff i'm looking to do.

anywayssssss, i need to sleep soon soooo:

byebye!!!!!!!!

[businessbois]

the ways we say hello with tommyinnit and friends

timestamps and transcript below the cut:

6:09 Rebuilding My First House with Tommy, April 11

Tubbo: “Hello?” Tommy: “HELLO?” Tubbo: (mimicking him) “HELLO?” Tommy: (stronger) “HELLO? Tubbo: “HELLO?” Tommy: “How do?”

22:00 Tommy Faces His Traumatic Past

Tommy: (New Zealand accent) “Hello?” (normal voice) “I started doing that accent ‘cause Will told me to.”

5:20:38 Hardcore boi back at it again, maybe Origins later? :), Feb 26

Tommy: (mimicking Phil) “Hi mate.” Phil: “Hi mate. You alright?” Tommy: “It’s me.”

38:52 TommyInnit and Technoblade bond

[Tommy joins the call with Techno and HBomb.] Techno: “—looo.” Hbomb: “Hello. Boys!” Tommy: [laughs] “You did your greeting, didn’t you? Where you go ‘Hallooo.’” [Hbomb laughs] Techno: “Hullooo.”

13:59 Quackity Joins The Dream SMP

Quackity: “Hello? Hello?” Tubbo: “Hi.” Jack: “Hello. Hello.” Tommy: “EYYYYY!” Quackity: “EYYYYY!”

59:28 TommyInnit Scams Dream in Minecraft

Dream: (softly) “Hello.” Tommy: (mockingly soft) “Hey.”

38:47 If Tommy & Jack Laugh, We End Stream

Tommy: (in Jack impression) “AYUP CHAT. AYUP. IT’S ME!”

22:54 Tubbo Dies

Tommy: “He’s gonna go” (Tubbo impression) “‘Hello?’” [He sees a creeper and shrieks] “‘Hello?’” (normal voice) “He joins the call, surely.” [Tubbo joins the call] Tubbo: “Hello?” [Tommy bursts into laughter.]

[swaewrites]

August | JJ Maybank

summary: he was never yours to lose. Listen to August by Taylor Swift as you read.

A/N: Hey! My first fic! Let me know how you like it.

Warnings: None, just fluff and angst. Bit of language. Not exactly a happy ending.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!reader

Word Count: 3714

not my gif!!

Salt air, and the rust on your door

I never needed anything more

Whispers of “are you sure?”

Never have I ever before

You remember that summer so clearly. You remember the catastrophic July: Hurricane Agatha tearing through the entire Outer Banks, including your home on Figure 8 (thank God for generators); the cops being rampant; the wild goose chase which eventually led to the death of some pogue kid, John Booker-Routledge. Poor guy dug himself too deep into a hole. You only knew what the news, and your other Kook friends, had told you.

And then came August. With John B and Kook princess Sarah Cameron gone, the Pogues had basically fallen to shambles. Their little band of goonies was lost without their leader, and they kind of dropped off the radar. Pope Heyward was working for his parents to make up for all the hell he’d raised, and Kiara Carrera was forced into the full Kook lifestyle by her parents. Poor girl. It’s exactly what had happened to you, except you didn’t have any Pogue friends to run away with.

As for John B’s right-hand man, JJ Maybank, he had completely disappeared. Living alone in the shittiest part of the Cut, no mother and a deadbeat dad, he was done for without his group of friends. Which is why you were so surprised to see him at a party alone on the first day of August.

It was a typical Boneyard kegger, organized and funded by Kooks. You always hated the people at these parties, but you enjoyed the drinks every once in a while, and you hated being at your house even more. So here you were, sitting alone at a log in front of the bonfire. Your back was cold but your hands were warm as you sat in a tank top and denim shorts, drinking everything that was handed to you. At some point in the night, Rafe had sat beside you, and maybe he gave you something to drink? You weren’t sure; everything got pretty hazy after 11pm.

You had suddenly never felt more dizzy, and someone plopping down on the log you were sitting on didn’t help. You grabbed onto the sand as someone jolted you forward, your world spinning. From an outside point of view, it probably wasn’t that dramatic, but you weren’t exactly right in the head. Suddenly you felt a hand on your back, bringing you back to reality.

“Hey, are you good? Shit, I didn’t mean to make you jump.” A voice called out to you. You turned to see a blonde boy next to you on the log, in shorts and a grey hoodie. His eyes were tired but his smile was genuine, and even though you had only seen him a few times in passing, you could recognize him anywhere.

“Well, hell has frozen over. What is JJ Maybank doing here at a Kook party?” You meant to sound witty, but it must’ve come out more slurred than you thought, because JJ just let out a low laugh. His hand slid to your side, pulling you just a bit closer to him, and you realized he had never taken it off your back.

“Got bored. Wanted a free drink. Keep your voice down, princess; may I remind you that half these kids want to kill me.” He leaned into you as he talked, and even in your drunken haze, you felt yourself blush. Princess? You brushed it off and convinced yourself it was just JJ being his asshole self. When he called a Kook by a nickname, it usually wasn’t in a cute, endearing way. “Now tell me, what is a girl like you doin’, getting drunk off your ass like this?”

How can he tell I’m drunk? You asked yourself. I’m hiding it so well. “Psshhhttt, drunk?” You stumbled along your words. “Maybank, you’re jokin’ me. Whaddaya mean a girl like me anyway?” You muttered as your hand reached for his shoulder and missed.

“I jus- nevermind. It doesn’t matter what I mean.” JJ’s mouth smiled as his eyes remained sad. He watched you completely misjudge where his shoulder was and nearly fall backwards into the sand. He couldn’t help but laugh. As cute as you were right now, he couldn’t leave you here with guys like Rafe circling around. “Why don’t we get outta here? Come on, I’ll take you home.”

A cunning smile crept onto your face. “Woah, JJ, you’re asking to take me home? Damn, ask a girl to dinner first.” You thought you were pretty funny, but you seemed to be the only one.

“Hell no, Y/N. Let me just say, I would never take you home in that way. Or ask you to dinner, either. Kooks and pogues, you know.” JJ’s voice lowered as he stood up and outstretched his hand. “I just mean you don’t look so good. Let me bring you back to your place.”

Your face dropped as you remembered what “home” meant. “No, no no no. Ican’tgohome,i-” You started to protest.

“Fine, fine, you can crash at my pla- John B’s place,” JJ’s expression dimmed as he remembered whose house he was really living in. Obviously, he didn’t want anything to do with you, but for some reason, he was determined to be the one to bring you home, instead of Rafe or Topper.

You were relieved to have a place to go that wasn’t your godforsaken house. You started to feel more woozy than ever, so you had gladly taken his hand and let him wrap his arm around your shoulder, guiding you off the beach. JJ was a solid 6 inches taller than you; the perfect height for you to nestle into his side so you didn’t completely fall over. After that, you remember telling him that you didn’t usually do this; there was also vomit, at some point, and then a very bumpy car ride home. You were sick as a dog with your head out the window, too far gone to notice the blond boy staring as if he had been enchanted by you.

That night, you had crashed through the rusty door of the Chateau and stumbled into a bed as he took off your shoes and gave you a glass of water. Starting to come back to reality, you had asked him, “A thousand drunk girls on that beach tonight and you just *had* to take me home. Why?”

He was leaning against the doorway, keeping his distance. He shrugged. “Don’t think you’re special, Y/N. You were just the first one I sat down next to.” He whispered with the smallest of smiles. With that, you were asleep. But somehow, that wasn’t the real answer. JJ didn’t seem to know what the real answer was. He had been so lost, and so alone, and into his life walked this ditzy, stuck-up Kook. He didn’t even know her, and somehow he felt as if he knew her inside and out.

You had woken up the next morning - no, afternoon - with a raging headache and a few blurry memories. You trudged down the hallway, feeling your way around with your eyes half-open, to see the boy asleep on the pullout couch. JJ. You looked a little longer than you should’ve; here was this boy who, in your world, had been labelled a dirty, rough-around-the-edges, dangerous Pogue. And he had treated you like you held up the stars. As far as you can remember.

You could only find it in you to write a “thank you” on a post-it note before beginning your walk of shame back home.

Back when we were still changing for the better

Wanting was enough; for me, it was enough

The next time you had seen JJ that summer was only a few days later, less than a week into that August. You were down on the docks, tying up your family boat after a long day on the water. You had taken a few of your fake Kook friends out for a day of tanning and showing off your bikini bodies. You despised it, but it was good for your social image, and your parents loved to see you out of the house. You waved your friends goodbye and finished docking the boat by yourself. As you stood on the very edge of the boat, it had rocked unexpectedly. You barely had time to yelp as you hit the water, getting caught between the boat and the dock. You managed to find a place to poke your head above the surface, but you were caught between two places, and there was no place to get any footing or pull yourself up.

Suddenly, as if he were your guardian angel, you heard footsteps running down the dock. “Woah, woah! Y/N!” You instantly recognized the voice; it was none other than JJ Maybank. His racing feet came to a stop when he got to your boat, and you saw his wisps of blond hair flop down as he bent down to see you. He reached his hand as far down as it could reach and pulled you up, making it look easy. Damn, he was actually kind of strong. “What were you doing? You’re lucky I saw that. You’re lucky you didn’t get trapped under the dock, or-or the boat! What the hell-”

“Calm down, JJ, a wave just pushed me over or something. I’m fine.” You almost laughed at his concern, but your mind was internally screaming, why does he care this much?! “Looks like you saved me a second time now, in less than a week.”

He laughed to himself. “Right place, right time. No big deal. Let’s get you dry.” You were soaked, but he used his arm to escort you off the dock anyway, not caring that you were dripping water all over him. Why did he keep doing that damn thing with his arm? Wrapping it around you like he cared about you? He was a confusing guy.

Maybe it was the adrenaline rush of almost getting trapped under your boat, but you decided that that was the exact right time to ask him. You shook his arm off of you, and right there on the dock, you had planted yourself and asked, “JJ, do you care about me or something? Don’t fuck with me like this. If you want me, make a move or something.”

The look on his face told you that you were very incorrect in your assumptions. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to jump back in the water and live under that rotting dock forever. It was his words, though, that delivered the killing blow: “What are you talking about, Y/N? What, you think just because you’re a Kook, everybody wants you? Just because I saved you from fucking drowning doesn’t mean I wanna bone you. Grow up, princess.” This time, the word princess was spat at you like it was an actual dagger going into your heart.

“J, that’s not why-”

“Forget it. We’re good. You’re welcome, for saving you. Twice.” And with that, he was gone. You were more embarrassed than angry. Why the hell did you ask him that? And more importantly, why did it hurt you so much that he didn’t have feelings for you?

JJ was asking himself the same question as he walked away. Of course he didn’t want to be with you; you two couldn’t be more different. So why did that hurt so much?

To live for the hope of it all

Cancel plans just in case you’d call

After your little blow-up on the dock, you didn’t see JJ for another two weeks. You wished you could say that you had forgotten him, but he was on your mind all the time. You looked for him every time you were on the beach, or at the store, or down on the docks, but the boy was nowhere to be found. Until Midsummers.

You weren’t expecting anything unusual from Midsummers; some stupid Kook boy would ask you to dance, get handsy halfway through the song, and then you’d be out of there. As you stood there, your hair falling down the back of your sage green dress, the story began to play out just as you expected. You sipped your drink as Topper waded through the crowd and walked up to you. Meh, not the worst out of the bunch, but not great either, you thought to yourself.

“Y/N. You look, uh, great. As always.” Topper’s words elicited nothing more than an eyeroll from you. “I was wondering if you felt like dancing?”

You smirked as the night unfolded exactly as you suspected it would. “Sure, Topper.” Before you took his hand, you turned your back to set down your drink on the table behind you, and that’s when you saw him. Squinting through the glow of the fairy lights, you spotted a figure a couple yards away, wildly waving his hands. When he saw he had caught your attention, he beckoned for you to come down. From his disheveled blond hair and wild movements, you had a good guess as to who it was.

“Um, actually, could you excuse me for just one second, Topper?” You sidestepped and brushed his arm. “When I get back, you will get that dance.”

“I better!” Topper called out with a forced laugh as you smiled back, but you were already gone. You picked up the hem of your dress and raced down the steps, trying not to cause a scene. Soon, you saw him running closer to you. You met somewhere in the middle and he grabbed your shoulders, almost close enough for a hug or kiss.

“You look- uh- wow. You look fantastic.” He stumbled, trying to find a suitable compliment. You laughed at his sweetness, brushing a stray hair out of your face.

“You came. A third time. What are you doing here?”

“Uh, looking for you, I guess. I figured all the Kooks would be here, and that includes you.” JJ thought this was a good idea until he actually saw it through, and now, he was getting more awkward by the second. Luckily, your smile just grew with every word he said. “Don’t-don’t think anything of this, though, Y/N. You’re still you and I’m still me. This is nothing.”

You only smiled back at him. You could see right through him and you both knew it. “Huh. So JJ Maybank showed up for me a third time in a month. And this time, it wasn’t an accident, was it?” You said with a smirk.

“No, it wasn’t.” He caved instantly. His hands were folded behind his back and you held in a laugh; he looked like a shy little kid. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for when I yelled at you and stuff. I did care about you, that wasn’t just you being crazy. I mean, I do care about you. Still. And I don’t want you to be mad at me and I just wondered if you, maybe wanted to get out of here?”

His words were music to your ears. You threw your arms around his neck. He stumbled backward to catch you, and for the first time in a while, a genuine smile came across his face. You stepped back to look at him; his eyes looked best when they were all lit up like this. “I thought you’d never ask, J. Let’s get out of here.”

That night, you had gone back to the Chateau. With a box of Ritz crackers and a blanket, you and JJ had sat in the hammock and just talked. He told you the whole story about John B and the Pogues, and you told him about your family, friends, your hopes and dreams. Again, he looked at you like you were the only thing in his universe, and this time you noticed.

The two of you fell asleep in the hammock that night, JJ on his back and you curled into him, one leg splayed over his lower half and your arm around his torso. He woke up happy for the first time in weeks, pressing a kiss to your forehead without you stirring or noticing. Something told him this was only the beginning.

Your back beneath the sun

Wishing I could write my name on it

Will you call when you’re back at school?

I remember thinking I had you

A few short days after Midsummers, JJ was calling you. It sent butterflies through your stomach; your heart swelled when you heard his voice on the phone. “Feel like coming to John B’s for a boat day?” Of course, you said yes, telling your parents some bullshit story about going out with your Kook girlfriends. You packed up a small bag for the day and began the trek over to the Chateau.

Once you got there, he had everything packed for a perfect day: Coolers, water, plenty of equipment for fishing. You tried to help him load up the boat, but he insisted on doing it himself. Soon enough, you were off, him driving and you standing behind him, one hand on his shoulder for balance.

You spent the day out in the deeper water, swimming and fishing off the HMS Pogue. He laid out across the bottom of the boat for a nap in the sun, and you delved into a book, although you couldn’t help but stare at his tan, muscular back. His shoulder blades defined, his skin glistening with sweat and sunscreen - he looked gorgeous. You didn’t get much reading done that day.

At some point in the day, you and JJ were sprawled out across the back of the boat, your toes in the water as you ate sandwiches and chips. You cracked jokes about his sandwich-making skills, and he laughed along. Suddenly a burst of bravery rose up in you, and you felt the need to ask.

“JJ, what is this? You rescued me at the Boneyard, at the docks, hell, you saved me from Midsummers. Now you’re calling me, letting me sleep in your-John B’s house, taking me out on the boat. What’s going on? Are you mine? Is this real? Are you gonna keep doing this, keep calling, when we’re back at school? Is this-” It felt too soon, and yet you made yourself say it- “Is this love or what, JJ?”

He sat up a little straighter, covering his mouth with his hand as he choked down his bite of sandwich. He took a few moments to think of the right answer. “Shit, Y/N. You gotta have all the answers, huh?” He chuckled a little bit, but your serious face told him you needed more. So he gave you more.

“I never really thought about it. I think I’d be pretty shit at love stuff. I don’t know if you-”

“I do.” You grabbed his hand. He took a long pause then.

“It can be love, if you want it to be.” He looked away from you and laid down when he said this, his voice barely above a whisper. From anyone else, you would’ve demanded a better answer, but this was JJ. You smiled and laid down next to him.

“I do.”

And then he propped himself up on one hand, leaned over you, and before you could form one word, he was kissing you. He was kissing you like it was his first, his last, his reason for breathing. He reached his other hand over to rest it on your cheek, and you threw your arms around his neck. When he finally pulled away, all you could do was smile. Like a ditzy, stuck-up Kook. Goddamnit, he was obsessed with it.

Not much more was said on the boat that day. When he drove home, you sat in his lap, tired from the intense sun and all the swimming. You had crashed in bed at the Chateau again that night, flopping onto your side on one side of the bed. This time, JJ crashed right next to you, taking off his hat and running his hands through his hair first. Tentatively, he scooted close behind you and reached one arm around you. You grabbed his hand and pulled it closer. He smiled, just to himself. You could practically feel it through the air as he snuggled in closer. Everything was just right.

So much for summer love, and saying “us”

‘Cause you weren’t mine to lose

That had been August. Many more days like that came and went, full of unexpected kisses, tired nights, and sweet, sweet puppy love. Both of you fell even deeper into the summer romance, and soon, JJ took up all of your time and brain space. And that had been August.

Now, it was September. As you walked into the first day back at high school, you noticed JJ pulling up with the old gang, Pope and Kiara. You smiled at him sweetly, the kind of smile that would usually make him want to sing. But today, you received nothing more than a passing glance.

For a long time, you wondered what had happened. Did you screw something up? Was he embarrassed by you? Was it something you said? But over time, the answer became clearer and clearer. His time, his devotion, belonged to the Pogues. It always was. He was never yours to lose; he was just passing the time.

Before you knew it, the summer days spent with your lover were long gone. John B was found alive, and had returned to the Outer Banks, sending JJ even further on this wild goose chase to help his best friend. Luckily, you only had to see him in school for about a week before he stopped showing up, busy helping his friend avoid the death penalty. Soon, he became completely unreachable.

He never really belonged to you, you realized. And now, August was long gone, the sunburns had faded, and there was hardly anything left.

But I can see us lost in the memory

August slipped away into a moment in time

‘Cause you were never mine...

[worminstuff]

mcyts as teachers

in my brain. lol. thisisjustmyopiniondontattakpls

dream smp edition!!!

i got way to carried away HOLY

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Mr.Wastaken - math

he’s that one math teacher dude whos friends with all his students

funky👏tys👏 and👏 button ups👏

somehow teaches everything so everyone understands

the students won’t bully eachother if he bully’s them first.

everyone does their work and then when everyone is done and just chillin, he’ll tell a story or just talk to them

Mr.Blade - english

he’s that english teacher that if you ask the right question they’ll go on a tangent and you’ll get to not do work for like 30 minutes minimum.

Mr.Blade seems mean but is super sweet to his students. (especially the quiet ones)

never makes them do presentations

Mr.Jacobs - history

is 100% best friends with his students.

so many handshakes

Mr.Karl is literally the best dressed teacher there is and is so nice to all his students. he is easy going on grading but is a tad hard on late work.

totally doesn’t sneak off to kiss coach sapnap sometimes

Mr. Quack - spanish

HOLA NIÑOS

gets so hyped with his students.

kahoot kahoot kahoot sm kahoot

Mr.Quacks class is the one everyone hopes they get and constantly looks forward to. thinks like baking spanish food, watching spanish soap operas, and many more fun ways Mr.Quack has thought of to show them different aspects of spanish culture

Mrs. Nihachu - art

the classroom the kids with anxiety sit in during lunch

gives her students hugs whenever they need them

has art her students have made for her all over her classroom walls and desk

drawer full of candy

Coach Sapnap & Coach Punz - PE

LETS GOOOOOOOO

so scary. they are so so scary.

also the sweetest somehow.

the duo is always constantly trying to create new games to keep students active and they work hard to make sure everyone is happy and being included if they want to, or have an alternative if they don’t.

they play in team games like kickball and get HELLA competitive, it makes for a whole lot of fun inside jokes between them and their students.

the smack talk- holy-

Mr.Fundy - furry science- jk. biology

the👏most👏fun👏science👏teacher

every time they have labs he wears a funky lab coat and goggles

his students make fun of him and he loves it

is a tough grader but makes the class easy and makes it a comfy place so kids won’t be scared to ask questions when they need

electives:

Mr.Notfound - engineering

he’s the type of teacher to put up a video on days he’s tired

actually really enjoys bantering with students, and is super lenient with how much they can talk during classes

a lot of his work is hands on so there’s many bits and bobbles around his room and it’s always a mess

“you’ll need the stuff for the soddering machines but i’m not actually sure where they are...”

the students are well aware that class is WAY more fun when Mr.Notfound is in a good mood.

Mr.Wastaken drops by when he has free periods cause he loves to annoy visit Mr.Notfound

Teacher Eret - sociology

his room is the safe space where you go if you need a good hug or a good cry

kids also eat lunch here

memes on da walls and things hanging from the ceiling

talks with his hands and laughs with the students when they mock him and do it when he does

“TEACHER ERET! you will not believe what sarah did!!” “tell me right now!”

Mr.Dude - comp. science

is always asking students how they feel like they’re doing

brings lunches for students he notices not having any

“snack break anyone?” opened drawer full of goldfish

stands in the hallways during passing time so he can watch out for his kiddos and make sure no ones being mean to anyone

high-fives all the time constantly

Mr.Soot - drama

literally so dramatic all the time for no reason

relentless hamilton references

he’s the type of drama teacher to adore his students and have them adore him back. he loves hearing all the unique ideas and loves to watch kids grow into their shell as they take his class

his favorite thing is watching quiet kids learn they love acting and become more confident

students share their own scrips and plays they write and he absolutely melts every time

Mr.Shlatt - political science

the teacher that everyone tries to get mad cause it’s funny

starts arguments between students because he loves to watch kids grow into their opinions and learn to debate with others

teaches them how to win arguments and it blows up in his face cause they start using his tactics against him

Mr. Halo - self defense

no 🚫 swearing 🚫 zone

gives the biggest hugs to kids that seem sad

he teaches in mostly talking ways where he explains everything but he also loves demonstration lessons

he always has kids talking to him about other teachers that may annoy them or have given them a bad grade because Mr.Halo always has their back

Mr.Skeppy - money management

he’s that one teacher that isn’t really close with his students but every once in a while he’ll get a group of kids that he enjoys and it makes the class a lot more fun

pizza party after tests if everyone passes

actually holds meme contests for literally no reason

Mr.H - hospitality

has whiteboard desks in his class cause he is THAT cool

is always asking kids what the drama is atm cause he wants to be in the know

has holiday party’s in class for EVERY holiday. if you have him as a teacher you’ll be celebrating every holiday for however long you have him. he just lives for a good party.

also has a snack drawer

Mr.Frost - horticulture

shelves and shelves of plants. gives his fav students ones to take home

literally the sweetest teacher, every student understands you can not be rude to Mr.Frost it’s just criminal to do so

another huggy teacher. he just loves his kiddos with his whole heart

the least amount of work for a class out of all of them

he’s definitely that teacher thay takes his class outside every chance they get, and the students l o v e it

staff:

Mr.Minecraft -headmaster/principal

he’s the reason the school has like 0 REAL trouble makers.

everyone’s scared of him, but only because they don’t want to disappoint him.

he creates the best rallies and makes school events fantastic

100% dances at school dances sometimes

Mrs.Puffy - councilor

everyone adores her. even other teachers.

she councils Mr.Wastaken when he needs dating advice. *cough cough* Mr.Notfound *cough cough*

literally 3 drawers full of snacks.

is the founder of their schools GCA and it’s the best thing

let’s kids skip class in her office when they have a panic attack or are to anxious to go

had to have a chat with Coach Sapnap because of how many kids were coming from his PE class having panic attacks (he felt really bad, he’s just intense sometimes)

loves to sit in on Mr.Quackitys classes

Teacher callahan - substitute

he subs in sometimes and when students find out Teacher callahan is subbing that day they freak the fuck out

so much kahoot

how can one man start such party’s without speaking a word

terrorizes Mr Wastakens classes when he can and LOVES to pop in on the PE classes especially when they’re doing something wicked fun and he feels like beating sapnap at something

[mcyt-cats]

More pictures of our queen! We love one grumpy icon

Again, these should be from twitter? There's a small chance any of them are from instagram though

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A lot of these have already been posted on this blog (the first one used to be the pfp, actually) but still, a Jellie comp a day keeps the sadness away!

[chirpycreations]

Got some markers the other day. Nothing fancy, $60 for 80 markers, pretty sure it's the off brand stuff too. I really am quite blown away by how well they work. I've wanted to try markers for years but every time I'm in an art shop the Copic ones are like $12 a pen and my wallet is like, yeah, nope, lol.

I've been feeling a lot lighter and cheerier since we got our residency, which is funny now when trying to write these dark, sad chapters of lost children. It's like the flames I use to burn the pages with are now just hot embers. It's a weird thing to try to describe.

Here's some lighter family fluffy, the Witch's updated design & some other random stuff ^^

Also, I'm barrelling towards 100,000 words for Lost Children. I'm at 96,270 right now and reckon if I keep going at my current rate I'll reach 100,000 in 2 weeks. This personal achievement for me, (having never reached 100,000 words or written this much of a story) so I want to celebrate!

I'm not too sure what, could do a limited no of art requests, art raffle, Art/writing comp...? Or just one big fancy art piece with extra glitter ^^

I dunno, so here's a poll. No account needed or anything, just go in and select what you'd like.

[manicpixiess]

✨coaching kid aesthetic✨ (for my desi stem gang where y’all at)

I have been in 12th grade for approximately fifteen months now (my thanks, Ramesh Pokhriyal, it’s been fun :) ) and if I don’t romanticise studying for entrances, I Simply Will Not Do It, so here goes!

~ that ever-growing pile of dry, used up pens that you cannot bring yourself to discard because goddamn it took a lot of effort to get them that way

~ finding yourself caught in a rabbit hole on chemistry stack exchange at 2 in the morning, because you’ll be damned if you let that one possibly irrelevant question on the DPP sheet slide

~ standing around the momo/ assorted shady street food stall outside the coaching centre, wasting that sweet, sweet fifteen minute break discussing a deliciously unsolvable question with your academic rivals; for a while you’re all just confused kids together, and it’s not that bad

~ quiet moments of absolute despair in between classes or after a test or at your desk after a long day, because oh god there’s hundreds of thousands of people writing this exam and I can’t compete with any of them

~ flipping through your full rough books once the last page has been completely covered with scribbled equations, because I did that I did that I did all of that

~ your walls are a collage of zany inspirational posters that your parents thought would somehow help, pages and pages of organic reaction mechanisms, handy math formulae, tiny physics concepts that are so important and so forgettable, salt analysis spreads that you know you won’t give a second glance

~ finding a youtube video from a Kota coaching centre or a 7 year old reddit thread that exactly answers the ultra specific question you had is as close as you’ve come to happiness in 3 years (followed closely by solving a hard question from one of those textbooks that no one remembers the actual name of, it’s just the author’s name)

~ the only revision you need before a test is the notes you scrawled to yourself that fill the covers and end pages of your notebooks; most of them are quite profane and that is okay, it drives the point home 

~ stacking all your reference books and textbooks into a tottering pile, laughing hysterically as it grows taller than you 

~ books everywhere; on your bed, on your desk, on your parents’ bed, in the kitchen, in the closet; an aggrieved do you really need them all from a family member. Yes, you think, but don’t say, because it’s more a fact from here and a reaction from there than anything else

~ saturday morning classes; watching the sunlight streaming in through the window while learning something fanciful and difficult, eating lime and orange popsicles with your friends, everyone pretending to hate it, but really, they’re all happy.

~ going from nervous, to eager, to tired, just tired over the course of two years; sleep is for the weak, your friends tell each other as you all stay up till the sun rises, cramming for something that will be forgotten in a week. You fall asleep anywhere, anytime, because it’s been so long since you slept a full eight hours 

~ reminiscing about tenth grade, the good old days, but you know that these are the friends you’ll remember for the rest of your life; nothing brings people together quite like common suffering, after all

~ talking often of all the things you could be doing if didn’t have to study, but really, you wouldn’t know what to do yourself

~ saying no, over and over again, to all the people who call you out, to family engagements, to other friends, because you’ve lived so long in this world that you’ve forgotten what it’s like on the other side

~ the group chat after 3 am is for detailing exactly how you screwed are for the next day’s test, for a friend to point out that they are, in fact, more screwed than you (discussions on what exactly the point of life is are also allowed)

~ coming out of exam rooms sweaty and relieved, because no one will expect anything of you for the next fortnight, waiting outside them for your friends to finish so you can have a collective freakout (you can’t be the only one who forgot about instantaneous axes of rotation and acid catalysed aldol reactions, right? Right?)

~ your friends are your therapists, and you are theirs, because even (or especially) in a system intent on pitting kids against each other, you rely on each other to keep (some approximation of) happy and motivated 

~ jokes about being sad, scared, tired, angry, hurt; because feeling any of it takes up more time than can be spared

~ ink stained hands, heavy bags, clothes that are loose and old

~ regular schoolwork is ignored, bio/comp labs are gossip sessions, physics labs are for getting confused when g isn’t 9.8, chemistry labs are for unleashing pyromaniacal chaos 

~ it’s either one question taking up an entire day or 200 questions in 4 hours, there’s no in between 

~ looking at the stars in the sky after a late class, thinking that some day, you’ll be far away from here, doing something you love; then thinking that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t all bad