#also can't start watching it for another few hours because I have some boring but necessary things to do this Sunday morning

[ladyandherbooks]

This early drop looks like it shocked us so badly that no one is able to post anymore.

[stanpinesdykewife]

Hii! I wanted to say I absolutely adore your work, your writing is excellent and I couldn't let this opportunity pass :3

I was wondering if you would maybe write a stan/reader (female or gender neut) where we like end up dancing, being all lovey after putting the kids to bed or smthg

Thanks ! :D

HI!!! umm i think was too sleepy when i wrote this so the dancing stuff got lost a little bit but i'm a sucker for domesticity so!! hopefully this isn't boring to you askjsksjk thank you for such a cute ask!! because i'm worried it's not too fluffy and you had to wait so long i also put a few headcanons under the cut :) hope you like it!

fridge stan/reader (gender-neutral) pre/during/post-canon/unspecified fluff, 859 words (bonus: sfw domestic stan headcanons)

“Kids are in bed,” you say, leaning back against the kitchen counter. You're behind Stan, watching him rummage through the fridge. His tank strains across his hunched back as he rearranges random snacks and tupperware and sodas to make room for tonight's leftovers.

“They better be,” he grumbles, snatching a small plastic container from the back of the fridge and squinting at the bottom of it. Whatever it is in there, it’s old. You're pretty sure gravy isn't supposed to be three different viscosities all at once. But Stan shoves it back into the fridge, on top of a container slightly bigger. “Told ‘em to hit the hay thirty minutes ago.”

“I'm pretty sure I heard Mabel do the outro of her home podcast five minutes ago,” you say, shrugging. Stan grunts and finds a wilted paper plate covered in foil, a strange liquid pooling at the top. Stan sniffs it, makes a grossed-out sound, then throws it away. Thankfully. But he's still moving tupperware around with no rhyme or reason, and pretty quickly you get fed up. “Okay, we need to clean out your fridge.”

“Whuh? No,” Stan says automatically, and you roll your eyes and push yourself off the counter to step close. You touch his shoulder and he looks up at you, frowning, a container of old food in each hand. You take one and open it, dumping the contents into the trash. Stan stands up tall, suddenly indignant. “Hey, what's the big idea?”

“You're not eating this. As in, I wouldn't let you. Because it's old,” you say. You're close enough to the sink that you can just reach out and drop the empty container in. “We don't have to clean all of it, but you're going to break your back if I let you rearrange your entire fridge for another hour. We just need to make room for the leftovers from tonight.”

“I'll break your back,” he says, suddenly grinning. You laugh, instinctively pushing at his bicep, and Stan grabs your wrist and tugs you into him. You bump into his chest with a quiet oof! and Stan's arms glide around your waist. His smile is tired and mushy, and you can't help but snake your arms around his neck. Stan's voice is soft when he says, “Guess I didn't realize how much junk I had in the fridge. You're not gonna make me clean it tonight, are ya?”

“Not tonight,” you promise. One of your hands finds the back of his head, lightly running up through the soft hair there. Stan sighs, some tension seeping out from his shoulders. He must be more tired than you thought. “Long day?”

“Nah,” he says, too-quick, even as his eyes slip shut to revel in the feeling of your touch. You scratch lightly up his head, then rub your fingertips down to his neck, over and over, just massaging the base of his skull. Stan's head dips slightly forward, and you can see his short lashes against the thin skin of his eyebags from this angle.

“You're tired, huh,” you say sympathetically. Stan's brows furrow slightly, but he doesn't open his eyes. You lean up enough to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and watch his expression relax again. “Poor thing. You wanna head to bed?”

“What, and let you deep clean my kitchen without me? Nice try,” Stan huffs. You smile when his arms tighten around you, drawing you closer, and you both start to sway in a gentle, lazy rhythm. Stan holds you against him so he can press the side of his face to your head, and you keep up the gentle scratching of his scalp to make him sigh again. “I'll help you clean up tomorrow.”

“I'll clean it up for you if you make my favorite breakfast,” you offer, leaning your cheek against his chest. It rumbles as Stan hums in thought, pretending to think it over. Behind you, his hand creeps lower, finding the hem of your shirt so he can press his palm to the bare skin of your back.

“Might haveta go to the store in the morning,” he mutters quietly, rubbing his thumb along the base of your spine. He touches you idly, almost thoughtless, and keeps swaying you slowly back and forth to the rhythm of a song neither of you can hear. Needless to say, you're charmed.

“I'll go with you,” you hum, squeezing lightly at the tension in the back of his neck. “Wake me up when you get up.”

“You sure?” Stan asks, because he's an old man and a business owner who physically can't sleep past the break of dawn. You turn your face to press a kiss to his shoulder, nodding. Stan chuckles from above you. “Alright. You got it.”

“You got me,” you say, low and nonsensical. But Stan laughs, his hand pausing and pressing completely against your back, and something in your chest leaps at the feeling. You laugh with him.

It takes a few more minutes of lazy swaying and laughter and gentle little kisses before either of you realize you left the fridge open.

some sfw domestic stan headcanons:

hoards sooo much food when the kids come to visit because for a long time he wasn't sure when his next meal would be. he never wants the kids to feel that way, especially after they almost lost the shack to gideon

had to learn to cook in order to save as much money as possible. canned meat is his go to but before dip and mab visited for the first time, stan spent a whole few weeks practicing cooking actual food to impress them

in the same vein he usually gets up early in the morning to have breakfast and handle mystery shack stuff so he doesn't need to adjust too much to making breakfast for the kids!

stan is soooooo touch-starved. he's so easy. one pass of your fingers thru his hair and he's like a lovesick little puppy hahaha he loves it

skin-on-skin contact is the best he loves to feel you up not even in a horny way (half the time) he just loves touching you and hugging and cuddling etc especially when he's sleepy

stan loves to sing he loves to dance canon is so clear about that!!! of COURSE he'll dance with you all soft and sleepy whenever you're close by and he's got a song stuck in his head

giving him a big ol kiss. smooch!!!

thanks so much again for the ask!!!

[kwamiwayzz]

Jeckole Yapping

Had to dig through my old posts to find the template, but I'm bored and doing this again but for Jecka and Nicole this time. Mostly headcanons and such below

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• When or if I started shipping it:

I'm going to be honest, but I don't remember. I only got into Co09 a few months ago. All I know is that once I watched the out of context videos on Class of '09 and Re-Up, I wanted more content of them and came across a lot of really good fanart and fanfic.

I think there were a lot of boxes checked off when I slowly went down the rabbit hole lol. There's an emotionally constipated dark-girl paired with a preppy blonde girl who acts as the former's foil. I think what really drew me into them, fanart aside, were the foils and parallels between them. The codependency, expanded upon by Progman, was probably the final nail that dragged me down the brainrot.

• My thoughts:

I've known about them for awhile, and thought they were some random white girls in a cult classic VN that somehow regained a surge of popularity last year. I didn't know the VN was relatively new, and most of the time when I do ship Jeckole, it's without the creator in mind. They have a certain flavor to them that hits in a way where I can't stop brainrotting over them.

Someone mentioned this in a fic comment, but they see them as foils when it comes to dealing with people and the world around them--where Nicole acts as this snarling animal that will bite you if you get too close, while Jecka acts as this wall that doesn't allow things to get to her even if it does bother her. In a way, they envy each other for that, and after reading that fic it reinforced why their dynamic is one that I gravitate towards compared to the others. They have pieces of each other that they're missing and they can't live without the other (I love codependent Jeckole).

• What makes me sad about them:

In-game, they probably wouldn't last after high school when they go their separate ways. As much as Nicole sees Jecka as a slightly more "special" person to her than most people at the school, their friendship is more for convenience--with Nicole finding Jecka to be more tolerable and cool compared to everyone else (along with the added bonus of not being a loner), and Jecka finding Nicole more fun to hang around with than all her other school friends despite knowing how much Nicole is a fucked up mess and bad influence. In-game Nicole is also someone who would continue to keep everyone at an arm's length and also wouldn't fight too hard (outside of the Jecka and counselor smoking scene) to maintain any meaningful relationships once they're out of her reach.

But also, who cares what the creator thinks because fanart and fanfic exists lmaoooooo.

• What makes me happy about them:

There's a scene in Flip Side where Nicole calls Jecka first thing in the morning at 7am asking her where McDonald's keeps their frozen patties, only for Jecka to say they don't have them because McD serves breakfast during those hours. Then Jecka calls Nicole stupid, and I just found that scene funny in an oddly comforting way.

Nicole is comfortable enough to bug Jecka and wake her up so early in the morning for something so mundane, while Jecka just stays on the phone listening to whatever antics she's in instead of hanging up immediately and going back to bed. I also mentioned this in another post, but someone on Twitter said the thing they love most about Jeckole is how Nicole was willing to get to know Jecka even after saying she has no desire to make any connections at her new school. It can be interpreted as a convenience thing on Nicole's end, but every route in the original game has her willing to either ask for Jecka's name or share her name when they first meet.

To me, their back and forth dynamic keeps them balanced enough to stay fucked up with the potential of becoming well-adjusted in the future.

• Things done in art/fic that annoys me:

There's a number of interpretations when it comes to the Co09 characters, so I understand it can be hard to write them. But for me personally, I'm not a fan of when Nicole is depicted as either way too nice and uncharacteristically soft or way too mean and following the stereotypical SBN interpretation that "Nicole doesn't give a shit about anyone or anything".

• Things I look for in art/fic:

When they're codependent :) or when they're codependent with a slight chance of them getting healthier over time. Also, just them being stupid together.

I'm also one of the few people (I haven't come across too many others yet) that seek out future Jeckole stuff. Whenever I picture them as adults, it's always aurawra21's art in mind.

• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

I'm a monoshipper when it comes to Class of '09, so probably no one. It adds to that codependent flavor :) but if you want a real answer...

For Nicole, probably Emily.

For Jecka, probably Emily also.

• My happily ever after for them:

Moving out of their town, healing from their trauma, and getting healthier over time. Maybe they won't be better people exactly, but they'd at least be less fucked up and a little happier (with Nicole finding some will to keep living past 30) after cutting off their toxic families.

• What is their favorite activity?: 

Nicole forcing Jecka to watch Mythbusters and How It's Made with her (in exchange for watching Smallville and Charmed with Jecka). Also, probably smoking together, assuming that Jecka hasn't quit her smoking habit ten years later.

[pinkthrone445]

Hii, can you make a part 4 of “the most wonderful time of the year?” describing the scene where Theo calls Mel mom for the first time? And also describing the scene where Mel and the reader decided to have another kid? Thank you

-The most wonderful time of the year?- Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender: FLUFFFFF, big big flufff

Warnings : (+18) none I think.

Summary:On the morning of your wedding, Melissa takes it upon herself to remind you that it would never be an ordinary life if you are together.

AN: The truth is that when I wrote the first part, I never thought it would have so much support. Thanks for the comments and all the love. I tried to take advantage of as much as I could this week to write and post at least 3 times and I succeeded! Don't forget to reblog or comment, it really gives me great joy to read your reactions. Remember that requets are open and my dms too, to talk or ask anything. I hope you enjoy this lovely noniii💕

It finally arrived, your wedding day was today, it was early and there were still a few hours to go to the hotel to get dressed and put on your makeup. Mel slept soundly next to you with her arms gripping your waist, her breathing was calm against your neck, and some soft snoring escaped her. You didn't understand how she was so calm and slept all night long when you could barely close your eyes.

-"You're thinking so loud hon..."-Mel murmured hoarsely against your neck and kissed your shoulder and you sighed-"Are you feeling good amore? Theo and Sky are still sleeping, don't you want to take the opportunity to rest some more before the wedding?"-Your future wife whispered and you turned to be face to face with her and hid in her chest

-"I can't sleep... I don't know why, I want to do this but at the same time I'm scared and I don't know what... It's not about getting married, because I want this and because I love you so much, but I'm afraid of failing as a mother or as a wife... It all feels so real now, I feel like I'll have everything I want... And I'm afraid that by having everything, one day it will become monotonous and you'll get bored of this life or of me"-You whispered, still hidden in her chest, and she kissed your forehead, caressing your back gently

-"Baby... With how crazy our kids are and all the things going on in our lives, it will never get monotonous, and if it does, it will be the most beautiful monotonous life that can exist, I won't get bored of you, it will only be a reason to love you more. Even if I know every answer to the things you're going to say, even if I know what you're thinking for how much I know you, I'll never leave you, I can't leave you again, I've already made that mistake once, it won't happen again"-Mel kissed your forehead again and got out of bed, leaving you speechless at the sight of her naked body. Almost drooling you followed her with your eyes and you saw how from the closet she took out a white box and handed it to you smiling

-"What is this?"-You carefully let Mel sit on the bed with her back on the backrest and you sat between her legs resting your back on his chest. Once comfortable, you rested the box on your lap feeling Mel hug your waist

-"It's a journey into our history, I was going to give it to you after the wedding, but I feel like this is a good time to watch it, I feel like you need it"-The redhead whispered as she watched as you opened the silk bow it was tying to the box, and pulled out a beautiful, decorated photo album. Carefully you caressed the lid, it was soft and delicate, when you opened it you smiled when you saw the first photo, it was the first photo you had where you and Mel were together.

Melissa had given a little lecture at a university, she gave a talk to future teachers, to motivate them or something. You were on the same campus studying for medical school, you had just started it, but you had already learned more about where the speakeasies were on campus than you had about medical school.

At night, it was common to see you in bars playing a game of drinks or darts for money, you were good and earning that money helped you not to get into debt with your career.

No one could beat you, until you met your nemesis, a stunning redhead who loved gambling almost as much as you loved making money, a redhead twice your age, a redhead named Melissa Schemmenti. Current profession, primary school teacher, in the future, you knew I would be your wife.

After several rounds competing against each other and drawing each time in every game. You decided to play on the same team. That night you won twice as much money as the other nights, but at the end of the competition, Mel gave you the money she had earned, saying that you needed it more, but she would give it to you if you stayed for a beer with her. That night you talked until the sun came up, there was something about her accent, her beautiful body and her crazy stories with her family that had you dumb listening to every single thing she said.

When it was time for the bar to close, the redhead escorted you to your dorm room where one of your classmates was waiting for you.

-"I was about to go see if you hadn't fallen asleep at the bar, but I see it was because you still had company"-Your roommate spoke smiling and wiggling his eyebrows implied something and the two of you just laughed-"She's the redhead you were playing with all night, I have an amazing picture of you two"-Your roomie handed you the photo, where all your friends were in the background cheering on the two of you who had your best competitive face on as you threw pinpong balls into the opposing team's cup. Your friend loved taking photos in his spare time and had captured a beautiful moment.

To think that would be the first of many photos and moments with Mel.

You kept scrolling through the album watching a selfie from when you and Mel officially became girlfriends.

After several visits to the campus to see you, which no longer involved Mel lecturing, you two went for a walk together until you reached a delicate, secluded corner of the campus, where there was green grass that seemed to have not been trodden in years. The redhead put on a delicate blanket and set the basket on top of it, pulling out a delicious lasagna she had made. Mel had heard a thousand times how you complained about not eating well at campus and every time she could she brought you food that she had prepared, it was her way of saying she cared about you without actually saying it.

You and Mel caught up by telling each other everything that had happened in the time you hadn't seen each other, the exams had left you exhausted and you just needed to be with her talking about any nonsense and listening to her beautiful and deep voice. Mel looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world even though you were smeared with sauce and talking with your mouth full.

Mel was determined to ask you to be her girlfriend, she was not a woman of doubts and knew very well what she wanted, but she was human and had her fears. Melissa was aware of the age difference between you, she didn't know if what you had so far was a fun adventure for you, being with someone older than you was something that gave you an important reputation in college.

As you spoke, you noticed the way Mel stared at you, and you blushed at feeling so watched

-"What's going on? Why do you look at me like that? Do I have something on my face?"-You asked nervously and Melissa shook her head laughing

-"No no... Well yes, your face is dirty with sauce, but I'm looking at you because I missed you so much and you look beautiful..."-The redhead replied and you blushed-"You know, I was thinking that now that you've finished your exams, if maybe you wanted to go on vacation with me to see my family... To introduce you as my girlfriend...?"-In the last part of her question, Mel lost a bit of confidence and her voice came out weaker than she would have liked. You stared at her and couldn't believe what she was asking for

-"It's a joke, isn't it? - You asked seriously, leaving the lasagna aside

-"No, it's true, I want you to go with me and be my girlfriend, well, if you want to, I won't force you to do anything, if you don't want we can continue as we are, I'll keep visiting you from time to time..."-The redhead started to deviate from the main topic due to nerves, but she couldn't continue talking as you pounced on top of her, making her back against the blanket and you on top of her kissing her with great joy. When you ran out of air, you sat on her hip admiring how all her lipstick was scattered across her face and she had a silly smile on her face

-"I would love to go with you and be introduced to your family as your girlfriend"-You murmured, smiling, before the redhead brought you back close to her to continue kissing you.

After a long make-out session, you took out your camera to commemorate the moment by taking a photo where the two of you were a little disheveled and with your faces full of lipstick but with a smile from ear to ear. Mel hugged you tight and kissed your cheek as you took the photo.

There were more pictures in the album, of when you visited her family, when you put together the tree. The first holidays together and many others commemorating life events. Until you came across a photo where the two of you were on the floor of an empty house, the first house you rented together

You and Mel had been dating for 2 years, as soon as you finished medical school, the two of you decided to move in together. You'd gotten a job at a hospital in Philly, so the two of you decided to look for a house that was halfway between your job and hers.

The two of you managed to rent a small apartment, it wasn't very luxurious, but it was yours and it was all that mattered. It would be the first time you would live together and that excited you. But it was also scary, it's one thing to go out with someone and another to live together spending and sharing almost every day all day. The things that annoy you about someone grew bigger when you share the same house.

As soon as the two of you arrived at the house, before the moving truck arrived, you took a picture of the empty living room with you two sitting on the floor to make a comparison of before and after that you arranged everything. After that, you went through the whole house to see the place and imagine where you will arrange everything. When you got to the kitchen, the only thing there was was a freezer, an oven and a very large cabinet with a sink, Melissa looked at you with a very mischievous smile that you already knew. The redhead hugged you by the waist making you walk backwards and press you against the counter while still smiling

-"Can you imagine the beautiful mornings making breakfast together? Or the times we'll have sex against this kitchen counter?... We could start now by premiering this piece of furniture before the moving truck arrives, I bet I can get you there at least twice before they hit the door"-Melissa smiled arrogantly kissing your neck and you laughed

-"Don't want it to bet 3 times?"-You answered, and she lifted you up, making you sit on the kitchen cabinet

-"I love a challenge"-The redhead responded by kissing you urgently

You laughed remembering that morning and how Melissa won the bet.

Many more photos appeared, Christmas dinners together with family, movie nights, dates, visits to school to see Mel, adventures, vacations and much more. But you were surprised to see pictures of when you had been doing the pregnancy treatment for the first time to have Theo, some ultrasounds, also some pictures pregnant and some of Theo newborn and others of baby Theo and you.

-"Where did you get these?"-You whispered looking at the photos and remembering how hard the treatment was but it was worth it when you felt his heart beat for the first time.

-"Your sisters helped me put together pictures from when we had separated"-she responded kissing your shoulder and you smiled-"I'm sorry I missed such important things"-Mel confessed

-"Don't apologize for that, I walked away too, it's also my fault. And the important thing is that now we're together... Besides, if my sisters helped you with this, it means that you are officially forgiven"-You joked and continued looking at the photos, you smiled tenderly when you saw a photo of Theo with his first tooth and another where you tried to cut his hair and it was a mess.

After a couple more photos, Mel reappeared in the album, a photo from when she first babysat him and the two took a picture together painting, in the next page a picture of Theo's birthday with his new puppy "grumpy" and another one of the first date the 3 of you had

Mel had chosen a fancy restaurant in which he had made an important reservation, but it was not a place where a child could be entertained much. The redhead knew a lot about babysitting because she was a teacher, but she knew little about what children wanted outside of being at home or at school.

As soon as the three of you sat down at the table, you couldn't find a common meal for a child, everything was extravagant, weird and exotic, besides, you had dressed your son very fancy, and the clothes were making him uncomfortable. Just by looking at her face you could tell that Theo was sad and uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything because he didn't want to ruin the moment and he didn't want the redhead to get mad at him. You didn't want to say anything either because you knew how much Mel had spent on the reservation.

Apparently, Mel had gotten used to being with your son and was almost as good as you at understanding when something didn't like or made him uncomfortable. The redhead grabbed your hand and your son's hand on the table making you look at her, your son's eyes were watery but he kept his eyes on her

-"What do you say if we go somewhere else and eat some hamburgers? A place that has a playground and where Theo doesn't need these luxurious, uncomfortable clothes...-Mel smiled looking at your son and his eyes lit up with excitement, Theo turned to look at you almost jumping in his chair from excitement

-"Can we mommy? Pleaseeee?"-Your little one clasped his little hands begging and you laughed

-"Let's go baby"-You got up, taking his and Melissa's hand to go to the car. Your heart almost melts when you see that Mel had a small bag in the car that had your son's name on it, which had comfortable clothes for him and some snacks he liked, plus headphones for when he was overstimulated. Your child changed in the car and after arriving at the place and eating his food, he went to the playground while you watched him. No doubt you and Melissa stood out in that place with your elegant clothes, but the important thing was that your son was comfortable and happy. Carefully you rested your head on the redhead's shoulder and caressed her hand

-"Thank you for this... I know you had paid a lot for the reservation and that it's also a hard place to get"-You whispered and mel brought your hand to her lips to give you a kiss on your palm

-"That little one is as important to me as it is to you... Besides, it's priceless to see you and Theo smear your faces with condiments"-The redhead joked and you laughed hiding more in her neck, Later that night Theo had fallen asleep in Mel's arms after having played so much and you took the opportunity to take a picture of the two of them.

As you continued to look at the photos you laughed where you saw one of Mel with her red and swollen eyes hugging your son who had a scared face

It had been a few months since the three of you had been living together. That day Mel had to take Theo to school alone because you had surgery very early and you couldn't accompany them before going to work. Before you left home, you left a note for the two of them telling them to have a good morning and to call you for anything. And that you loved them so much.

Mel sent you a message saying that they had made it to school well and that they loved you very much.

When your long surgery was over and you read the message, you couldn't help but smile when you saw how comfortable your son was with her that it hadn't cost him anything to go to school without you. While reading the message, you were surprised to receive a call from the redhead, without hesitation you answered it. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest as you heard your girlfriend crying on the other side

-"Mel, Mel, breathe my love, what happened?"-You asked as you changed your clothes and put your cell phone on speakerphone

-"Nothing bad happened but I need you to come to school if your shift is over, Theo called me mom and I need to see you, please"-The redhead said between sobs, unable to speak well, unable to completely change out of your hospital clothes, you quickly got out to your car and you drove to school.

When you arrived you walked into the teacher's room where your girlfriend and your son were on the couch hugging and crying, Mel was crying with a big smile on his face and your son was crying with a scared face. Seeing you, the two of them shouted your name

-"Hon? You're here!"-Mel spoke excitedly

-"Mama!"-Your son looked at you scared-"I think I boke mom Lisa, my nose stated bleeding, and I went to hel classloom to ask fo help. Since you told me that at school I have to call hel Miss Lissa, I said Miss Mom can you help me?' and she stated caying, I don't know why, I swea I didn't do anything"-Your son told you quickly almost to the point of crying and you laughed and went over to the two of them to hug them

-"Mom Lisa is happy you told her mama, that's why she cries, not out of sadness, out of happiness baby. You surprised her with something cute, like when you cried because Mom Lisa gave you your puppy, she's happy because you made her happy" - You smiled explaining to your son and kissing his forehead. Theo took Melissa's face in his little hands and stared at her, the redhead smiled at him with teary eyes. Without them noticing, you took a picture of them.

-"Did it really make you happy? Do you like me to call you mom?"-Your little one asked really worried about your girlfriend. The redhead smiled and hugged him tightly, showering him with kisses

-"I love you to call me mom, you make me the happiest woman in the world. I love you my son"-The redhead whispered, smiling

-"I love you my mom, I love you both"-Your son whispered and hugged you both

You saw how the redhead's eyes moistened as she remembered the moment and you gave her a little kiss and then continue going through the album. There were many pictures of your son, in his first play, when he moved on to the next grade in school, on his birthdays, when he lost his first tooth, and many more.

One photo stood out from the crowd

One night you and Mel had decided to go camping with your son, that night you had made a campfire and roasted marshmallows, the redhead made up a thousand stories that your son listened to excitedly, looking at her like she's his whole world, until sleep overcame him and he fell asleep in your arms. Mel was dumb looking at you together, especially as your son snuggled over you.

-"(Y/N)?" - Mel caught your eye and you looked at her-"I want to have more kids with you..."-The redhead's confession surprised you - "I've been dreaming for weeks and months about our family, how it grows and how it becomes strong, and I imagine us with a huge happy family, full with joy and many more children, not just Theo... Could we do it? Have more children? Adopt or whatever you want..."-The redhead began to babble nervously, and you laughed tenderly

-"I would love to, we could do insemination so you can see what it's like to be pregnant, feel how it moves and all that... And later we could adopt"-You proposed, and the redhead nodded very excitedly

After that followed photos of the treatment, of your weird cravings, of Theo hugging your belly, of the ultrasounds and much more, until you got to the photo of when Sky was born

It had been a long labor, you started with contractions early in the morning and you decided to tell your family so they could have Theo while you were in the operating room, after several hours of squeezing your girlfriend's hand until you almost broke her fingers, your daughter arrived. A small bundle of joy with a bit of red hair on the top of her head and big green eyes that they barely opened.

After she was cleaned and dressed, Mel held her for a while crying and smiling and then carefully handed it over to you to go find Theo.

Your son came into the room very excited to see you again, you looked tired but you still hugged him carefully while with the other hand you held your daughter. Mel carefully sat Theo on the edge of the bed where he could get a better look at his little sister. Mel's mom captured the beautiful moment of the four of you together. Your daughter barely opened her eyes and smiled at your son showing her pink toothless gums. Your son smiled half-crookedly and then made a disgusted face

-"Oh Moms, she is kinda ugly, she is all wrinkled and swollen and she has no teeth, I think they should have taken her out earlier, she wrinkled a lot like when I stay in the bath too long"-Your son whispered to you and Mel, trying not to be overheard by his little sister and making you laugh. They you proceeded to explain that it was wrinkled because where she had been in your stomach, she was swimming in water.

A couple more photos followed that one, your kids together. Mel asleep on the couch next to Theo and Sky. Mel all vomited for your daughter who laughed a lot because of the redhead's disgusted face. A picture of your kids filled with sugar that they stole while Mel was making cookies. The photo of when Mel proposed to you and then the next pages were blank.

-"As you see here, our life is anything but ordinary, we're never going to get bored, we'll always have stories to tell and we still have more than half a book to fill... Our love will only grow..."-Mel smiled and kissed you slowly, you sighed on her lips smiling until you felt the door of the room being gently knocked

-"Mooooms, Sky is hungry... And I'm hungry too"-Your toddler of 5 years, Theo, shouted from the other side of the door making you laugh on Melissa's lips. After putting some clothes on you and getting back into bed, you replied to your children

-"Come in kids"-Your son excitedly walked into the room with his sister in his arms and they climbed into bed with you two, you carefully took your daughter and put her on your chest to feed her while Theo snuggled into his mom Lisa. Mel pulled out her phone, smiling, to take a picture

-"Last photo with my girlfriend"-Melissa spoke and kissed your forehead hugging your children-"Next photo will be with my wife... I love you so much my perfect family"-The redhead whispered before taking the photo.

[chussyracing]

f1 news, rumours and interesting facts from the last few days

Alpine is parting ways with Director of Racing Expansion Projects Davide Brivio at the end of 2023 despite his contract running into 2024, there are rumours he will join Repsol Honda motogp team as a team boss

Aston Martin got approval for a new research and development facility in Silverstone

Either Andrea Stella is joking or smoking crack because he thinks in equal cars, the three best drivers on the grid would be Max, Lando and Fernando

Jannik Sinner scored a partnership with f1 to attend some races and promote the sport (and then visited Maranello)

Kubica is confirmed for ferrari's third hypercar and Shwartzman said he is interested in the seat as well - but he also tested indycar with Ganassi

Sainz says new ferrari 2024 car (or protect rather than a car at this point) behaves differently in the sim to the 2023 one

Aramco signed 5 year extension with am and they will be named aston martin aramco f1 team

Alfa Romeo is now Stake F1 Team Kick Sauber..... (and alpha tauri added the "RB" to their name which could be racing bulls but also red bull)

Merc is finally leaving the no side pod design to allow more event distribution and less drag

Charles won the overtake of the year with his move on Perez in Las Vegas!!!!

Fia changed rules about misconduct (and officially changed maximum fine to 1m euros, prohobited the use of flares on grandstands and shortened the right to review from 14 days to 96 hours aka 4 days)

Rbr did a pit stop in dark for some kind of dick measuring contest and got 2.84s which is just faster of ferrari's normal pit stops (if we have all 4 tyres ready)

Button to hypercar with Jota in 2024

Alpine finished the shares selling to us investors (the reynolds guy thingy)

Max went on about how absurd his fee is despite his team saying they will pay for him so... um 🤐

Fia hired more staff for in factory check ups to visit every 2/3 weeks but they wanna start visits with little to no notice where they call the factory and immediately visit in 10/15 mins

Rbr will start making a new wind tunnel in Milton Keynes that should be finished in (or was it by?) 2026

Ferrari confirmed the previously rumoured date of 2024 car presentation for 13th feb (Fred also said the car will be 95% different which supports Carlos saying the car concept is very different in sim and Fred saying they completely skipped two upgrades this year to focus more on 2024, among other stuff Fred also said both drivers will start on equal terms during the new season start)

Audi is rumoured to be keeping tabs on Lawson besides Ocon and Hulkenberg

there is a new ferrari challenge with matt gallagher from shell (someone remind me to watch it along the math challenge when I have time, also shout out to shell because I love the mini playing car from them i got) and the secret santa was posted (it is kinda boring this year ngl)

Also! The head fortuneteller Mika Hakkinen said yesterday that he thinks mclaren will take another step ahead in performance for 2024 and challenge red bull closer that merc or ferrari, but he also said that ferrari are finally on a correct path and Fred is the one team principal under which they will win a championship again "sooner or later"

While I knew f1 drivers are prohobited from doing dangerous stuff (unless you are Charles Leclerc and can make puppy eyes, then you can run half a marathon, wall climb, ice wall climb, scuba dive, ride and water scooter and what not), but I did not know red bull (and probably other drivers) have it specified in their contract they can't even drive a motorbike - which some of them wanted to do at Honda thanks day seeing Marc Marquez on his bike

Ben Sulayem is playing some weird game i do not like taking a dig at jean todt for leaving the fia operating with a loss (completely disregarding that's counting the covid years where motorsports events often couldn't even take place and lawsuit fees for the use of halo) and saying how under him the non profit organisation will get balanced sheet by 2025 (also said how fia must focus on safety and reputation which... hmm)

There are some rumours about the fia and its integrity and governing abilities (I just learned about how they fucked up wtcc and then wtcr after making the championship with close fights and easy rules where more teams could get in too exclusive opening chance for Citroën only to get ready for new rules so they dominated everything and adding huge spoilers which created dirty air and kept overtaking close to zero. Sounds scarily similar to f1 these days?)

[eyes-of-rock]

Dinner With The Band

(Eric Singer X OC)

This fic is a continuation of the OC from this story and Eric. This time she's meeting the band and their girlfriend/wives.

Warning; I painted Tommy’s Gf in a kind of bad light, now obviously I don't know her, irl. This is a work of fiction so I'm not trying to shit on her. I'm not trying to say she's a bad person. She could be a sweetheart for all I know. So don't take it like that, please. Just take it in the context of the conflict I'm trying to get across in this fic, thank you.

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I sigh, glancing at my watch. It’s almost lunch. I feel like I've been here an eternity. Usually, work goes by quickly. I'm a receptionist at a hair salon. I run the front desk, schedule appointments, sign people, and take their payments when they're done. I also check out people who buy products and whatnot.

Today, though, it’s moving slowly. Usually, we’re busy, but because three of our five stylists have taken the day off, it's much less busy than usual. It's not a constant stream of customers; there are massive chunks with customers in sight.

Right now is one of those moments. I'm trying to find something to keep me busy until lunch in 20 minutes. Maybe another customer will come in and buy some shampoo or something. I checked the bookings a few minutes ago and saw no one booked again until a couple of hours from now.

I'm bored. When I'm bored, my mind wanders, and recently, I’ve been going to one topic. Eric. I literally can't get this man out of my head. I mean, it was bound to happen. It’s impossible not to fall for Eric, after all.

That's why it was so shocking so many women rejected him on the state of his home alone. To think people would reject someone because they don't care so much for material things is beyond me.

It’s been going so well. I miss him after every date because I have such a fantastic time. We’re moving slowly, but that's okay with me. I have a feeling Eric has faced a lot of rejection on the dating front. I don’t want to push him. I’m also much younger than him, and though I know it doesn't bother him, it doesn't bother me. I can understand his hesitation. Most of the time, a young woman going after a successful older man usually means they are only after money. Money is nice, but material things aren't everything to me. I genuinely just really like Eric.

Plus, we aren't officially girlfriend and boyfriend, but it doesn't matter because it's only been a few weeks, and I love every minute of it. I have faith we’ll get there eventually.

Of course, we have no phones on the floor policy. Yet nothing is happening, and I'm bored, so I don't think anyone will get mad if I do it for a second.

I pull my phone out and smile when I turn it on and see a text message from Eric on my lock screen. I click on the notification and unlock my phone.

It’s a picture of his sweet black cat, Ash. He's the sweetest baby. I love cats, and it's lovely because Ash likes me, too. He jumps right into my lap. I wish I could have a cat, but unfortunately, my apartment has a no-pet policy. Eric loves Ash so much, and it's so sweet. There is nothing sexier than a man who loves his cat.

Of course, the photo comes with a paragraph as well. It's a voice message most of the time, but it's a paragraph today. Eric texts how he talks, lots and lots of words. It's adorable. He always starts them with, ‘I know you’re at work, but..’ and I love reading them or listening to them during my lunch break—one of the day's highlights.

I text him, commenting on the photo and how it is and adding how it's slow at work today. Then I replied to a text my sister sent me.

Eric gets back to me pretty fast; I open the message. This time, it’s a voice message. I can't help but smile. I like listening to his voice.

I click on it. I was holding my phone to my ear to listen to it.

“Hey, I’m going to dinner with the band and all their wives tonight. I thought I'd like you to come with me, if you don't want to, that's fine too. I just wanted you to meet the guys.”

Of course, I'd like to come. It's sweet of Eric to invite me. Sure, it makes me a little nervous to meet one of the biggest bands ever to exist, but it's a part of who Eric is, and I’ll do it for him.

I quickly text him back, saying I’ll be happy to go. I have something to look forward to now: seeing Eric tonight.

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I'm beyond nervous. I want to make an excellent first impression. After all, this is a kiss and their spouses, and I know how much this band means to Eric.

I tried to find my best outfit. I’m not someone who owns a lot of nice clothes. I don't go out much, and I've owned most of my clothes for ages or got them thrifting. I don't own sleek, sophisticated, stylish clothes like their wives will wear.

I settled on a simple black dress I've had for ages. It's nothing fancy. A basic black dress that falls a little below the knees, with a square-cut top, is held up with simple spaghetti straps. I paired it with my one pair of heels—a strappy black design.

“Don’t be nervous,” Eric squeezes my hand, “They’ll love you; how could they not?”

“I know, I know,” I mutter as we enter the restaurant. It's a fancy one on the Vegas Strip. Even though I grew up here my whole life, I never usually spend much time on the strip. I prefer to avoid tourists and the casino scene as much as possible. The flash of it all isn't my thing.

“Is that a real-life girl I see with Eric?” Gene Simmons, the demon, the kiss bass player and one of the band's founders, teases once he spots up approaching.

That's when it dawned on me. I can't believe this is my life right now. I'm having dinner with KISS. Hell, I'm dating a kiss member. My younger self would probably never believe this.

“Here we go,” Eric says, rolling his eyes. “Yes, Gene, she’s real.”

“Are you going to introduce us?” Paul Stanley, the Starchild, a rock icon, asks.

“Yes, this is my very REAL girlfriend, Maxine,” Eric emphasizes the word natural, and his hand is on my back.

It took a second for me to realize that Eric had called me, his girlfriend, to set in. We’ve been dating, but he's never called me his girlfriend to anyone. Well, till right now. It's making me feel happy and warm inside. I like having that title.

“I’m assuming you know Gene, Paul and Tommy,” Eric says, pointing to his three bandmates. He knows I'm a Kiss fan, so I know the band members.

“It’s an honour to meet you guys,” I say, giving them all a friendly smile.

“An honour?” Gene says, “I like her already.”

“This is Shannon, Gene's wife. You might already know her from the show or something.” Eric continues, introducing me to Shannon Tweed, the beautiful, tall blonde Ex-playboy playmate wife of Gene.

“Please ignore Gene,” Shannon says, “He’s just surprised. It's not every day that Eric brings a girl to one of these dinners. I'm happy you could join us.”

“Well, I'm honoured to be that girl,” I reply, giving Eric a small smile, before turning back to Shannon, “Thank you, it's lovely to meet you.”

Shannon is gorgeous. I pale in comparison. Then again, I think most women do. She also seems like a very kind person.

“This is Erin, Paul’s wife.” Eric introduces the blonde on Paul’s arm.

“It’s nice to meet you.” She says, giving me a friendly smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” I reply, returning the smile.

“And this is Tommy’s girlfriend, Vivien.” Eric doesn't seem too impressed by her; he says it like hes trying not to roll his eyes.

She's around my age, so much younger than Tommy. She has dark coffee hair, perfect makeup, and a fashionable outfit. She's the girl who walks into my salon and demands perfection. She's the kind of girl who wouldn't step foot in my salon because it's not luxurious enough.

She's dripping in gold bracelets and jewelry and carrying a designer bag. I could never afford one; that bag is probably worth more than all my possessions. She either comes from money or is using Tommy’s. Power to her, but that's not the kind of person I am.

I mean, I feel bad when Eric pays for dinner. I could never accept gifts like that from him. I guess that's what's being raised to respect people for people and not what they have done to you.

She eyes me up and down. She's checking out my outfit and shoes; there is a lack of glam and glitz. Compared to her, I look plain. I'm wearing the same three Sliver rings I thrifted a year ago, old Sliverhoops I've had since I was a teenager and a Sliver chain necklace my dad got me as a gift one year. I'm not carrying a bag, but only because Eric insisted he'd pay, even though I told him I'd pay myself.

I'm also not wearing a stick of makeup because I just don't. I don't have the extra money to spare on things like that, and it's never been important to me. Her makeup is perfect.

I know her type. I've dealt with them my whole life. Girls like her have always judged me for not caring about material things so much for not being trendy and perfect.

It makes me wonder if she's ever made some kind of comment about Eric. He's similar to me in that respect; he has some nice things, but he's not the type to flaunt them around. That's one of the things I love about him. I can see her having some kind of issue with that, though. I do not like her vibe at all.

I don't necessarily fit in with the women here. I won't deny that. They are beautiful, proper and perfect. I'm just a regular, plain old woman. I'm unsure why Eric chose me when this surrounds him, but I'm happy he did.

I will say this: Sure, Shannon and Erin are that kind of women, but they were also lovely and didn't stick their noses up at me. Unlike someone else here tonight. Which is funny, considering she doesn't have the ring among them.

“Don’t look at the prices; just get what you want.” Eric says, turning to me, “I know you, and I know you won't get what you want if you think it's too expensive.”

“But-” I try and protest. I can't make him pay for something expensive.

“No,” Eric says, cutting me off. “It’s my treat. Get what you want.”

“Fine.” I sigh.

“So, how did you and Eric meet?” Paul asks, looking between us.

“My sister pushed me into him,” I admit; that is the truth; well, the story is a bit deeper than that.

I was actually at that restaurant for a blind date. He never showed up, so I called my sister to come instead. That way, I looked less pathetic. It wasn't like I was heartbroken, but he stood me up. It wasn't the first time. Plus, I never met the guy, so I was dodging a bullet. I've told Eric that, of course, but I don't think they need to know it.

Of course, I noticed Eric. I didn't want to bother him because you know he was eating. My sister had other ideas, I guess. She found a way to make up, walked by him, then literally shoved me into him—pretty modifying moment.

“Yeah, good thing she did, too.” Eric smiles at me, taking my hand under the table.

I can see where this night is headed. They’re all trying to get to know me through a series of questions, which is fair; I am a stranger to them.

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I open the lady's room door and walk over to the sinks. They're made of white marble or something. This is fancier than the house I've ever been to.

I managed to drip a bit of my pasta sauce on my dress. I didn't want to walk around the rest of the night with sauce on my dress, so I decided to see if I could clean it.

I pump some hand soap into a piece of paper towel. Then, I wet it and rub the area to clean it. This usually works. This isn't the first time I've had to do this. Granted, I've never done it in a bathroom that's this fancy before.

Suddenly, I felt someone standing beside me at the other sink. I glance out of the corner of my eye. I don't want to be in their way or anything.

It’s Vivien; she’s applying a new layer of lipstick. I just ignore her and keep cleaning my dress. She hadn't said a single word to me all night, and I couldn't care less.

“Trying to save your cheap dress.” She mutters, applying expensive lipstick to her lips. “You and Eric are meant for each other.”

I know full well she means that in a snarky way. I'm not about to play that game, though. I'm going to act like I took it as a compliment. That always throws people off.

“Thank you, I know,” I say, giving her a big smile, then I turn and leave, adding, “No one I'd rather be leaving with tonight.”

That statement is the truth. There isn't a person in the world I'd rather be with than Eric. I'm thrilled to go home to his imperfect house at the end of the night. Just as long as it's with him.

[maxislvt]

Hear me outDark!Natasha with a Fem!reader who is similar to Muerte/death from puss in boots 2, like they're both unhinged mf who is gonna kill anyone in sight and after they're done w the murder and all that, they just cuddle or fuck.

Reader likes to call her victims with a bone chilling whistle, the victim has no time to react as natasha kills them.

The rest is up to you bc I'm out of ideas 😭😭😭

(Also, smh, both of my hyperfixations managed to clash into one another, so yeah.)

warnings: dark themes, murder, skin carving, breid mention of blood play, violence, brief smut (like really brief)

(I've only seen bits and pieces of the new puss in boots so if this isn't what you had in mind I'm sorry)

Natasha started killing long before she met you and I imagine she'd even keep it a secret for a bit once you two start dating. You have your own secret murder interest so for the first few months of your relationship one of you will be gone at night for hours and come home in different clothes and suspiciously clean but the other won't ask any questions.

Of course, leaving out for hours at night and showing up in new clothes doesn't sound like something a faithful partner will do. But since both of you are insanely obsessed with each other, the solution is to kill whoever is taking away your beloved. So for a while both of you are unknowingly stalking the others serial killer personas

Nat, being way more experienced than you, catches you in the middle of dismembering some random person you thought Natasha was cheating on you with. Natasha is very upset. Not because being a murderer ruins that innocent little sunshine™ view she had of you — if anything your inexperience just furthers that idea in a sick way — it's because you've gotten blood all over yourself and you're doing so much heavy lifting and you're just too small and adorable to be doing all of that !!!

You're very confused when she steps right over the dead body and immediately starts trying to clean you up. Natasha goes on this long rant about how you're too pretty to be getting your hands dirty and if you needed someone dead you should've just asked because she would've happily killed someone for you. That being said, she's undeniably aroused. It ends with you two forgetting to dispose of the body and just making out in the bathroom of the guy murdered.

It takes you a long while to perfect your whistle, so you get stuck with a little toy whistle you'd win at an arcade. It's bright red and you hate it, but Nat thinks it's the cutest thing ever. After a few weeks, you do get to do your fancy little whistle and it's undeniably creepy. Sometimes you get bored and do it in broad daylight just to watch people get antsy and nervous.

Natasha is usually the one that gets off track during your little murder escapades. She's well trained and confident in her skills, she deserves to get a little handsy at times. Seeing you exhausted and covered in blood always gets her going and she can't help but ravage you.

Occasionally, you two will have to go into hiding. This usually involves tricking some idiot into taking you in for a night or two, Natasha breaking in hours later and killing them, and you two getting to play house with someone else money and groceries. It softens the two of you up a lot. You're all domestic and snuggly before finding a new town and new victim.

Despite all the murder and blood, I feel like the sex would be more of the vanilla side. Natasha prefers to coddle and spoil you during sex. If things get really rough or kinky, it's only because you asked for it. The only thing she does on her own will is carve her name into your skin but she lets you carve your name into hers

For your one year anniversary, she goes out and looks for one of your victims that got away when you originally started killing people so you can torture them together and it's really romantic and you two share dinner by candle light and corpse 🫶🏾 (you do NOT eat the body I must specify)

[pencap]

Hey your poetry is so pretty and evoking and I've gotten back into practicing fiction writing in recent years but in my own criticism I don't think my prose is very evocative. It gets the job done and I think my stories are readable and enjoyable, but I don't think my descriptive language is particularly striking and I would like to improve on that! Sometimes I read and the author has used such creative brilliant metaphors and descriptors etc and it comes across as artistic genius. So, if you have any tips and time to share them I would love to hear about how you select your descriptors, if there's any advice you've heard before on this, etc. <3 feel like my brain simply can't come up with creative language after my decade long break lol

Hello, darling! Thank you for the kind words. I don't exactly have a formal process, but I can share some of what works for me.

The simplest, truest, and least fun advice I have is just this: practice. Practice, practice, practice. The more descriptive writing you do, the better you'll become at it. It's much easier said than done, I know--it's been months since I've posted anything here myself--but it's unfortunately true.

But beyond that, in terms of strategies, I have a couple. I think "evocative" can mean a lot of things, but it sounds like you're specifically thinking about description (as opposed to, say, emotionally evocative) so I'll focus on that. I'm gonna reference january 2nd a bunch, just for concrete examples.

Having a clear image to start with always helps. So when I wrote january 2nd, for example, I had a vivid mental image of an empty beach at dawn, practically abandoned 24 hours after thousands of people crowded together to watch the first sunrise of the year. The stretched out horizon, the dark blue twilight overhead and pale hazy dawn on the eastern edge, the shy peek of the topmost edge of the sun, the soothing ceaseless rush of the waves, the clear expanse and white-foam edges of the water, all of it. The loneliness of it, sure, but also the freedom of it. The quiet and the peace.

It also helps ot have a why. What are you trying to achieve with your description? Often in poetry I'm going for a specific emotional or visual effect, so I try to focus as much as I can on the pieces that resonate for that. In january 2nd, it was the horizon in particular. Nothing in the poem actually mentions a beach, even though that's part of my mental image, because the beach wasn't as important or effective. The sky and the horizon is what worked for the emotional tone, for me. Specifically their openness. Not the light, not the darkness, not the water, but being open, so that's what the first stanza revolves around.

If you're going for "fresh" / "interesting" / "unexpected" / etc. I like to play around with one of three things. One is transferring descriptors from one target to another. (In january 2nd, I take crowded from jostling people on the beach and transfer it to the horizon.) I think these are most fun when you take human(-adjacent) descriptors and put it on inanimate objects / the environment, but that's just my taste. Another trick is to try for hyphenates, which didn't come up in january 2nd. But two of my recent favourites are in Precious: sleep-warm and heartbeat-quiet. sleep-warm is about evoking both the cozy comfort of sleep and the warmth of holding a living, breathing animal in your hands. heartbeat-quiet is about both the volume and the intimacy and the repetitive rhythm of it. The thrid trick is simple and boring and exhilarating when it works, and that's playing around with synonyms. I remember sacred weight of the untouched being difficult. Is it sacred or precious or treasured or holy? Is it untouched or new or young or innocent or unsullied or pure? Try them out and pick the one that feels right, or at least feels the best.

Sometimes I'll think about sound, though not in janary 2nd. soothing ceaseless rush a few paragraphs ago was a deliberate sound-based choice, though. That repeated s-sound feels and sounds like waves. Sometimes I'll think about rhythm, although that's a bit more important in poetry than prose. Sometimes I'll think about length--of the overall description, of the specific phrase or sentence, of the words themselves. Rule of three feels good to me and you'll very often see me write things in triplets (young and fresh and new), frankly a bit more often than I wish I did. Short words can bring emphasis, or abruptness, or simplicity. Long descriptions can be more flowing, fluid, relaxed.

Almost every and any element of language can be leveraged for descriptive power. You'll rarely if every use all of them at once, but it's fun to try many of them out. Maybe you'll figure out versions that feel easiest or best for you.

Alright, I think that's long enough! If you had a specific line or poem in mind, I'm happy to break it down further. Caveat that some of the pieces on this blog are quite old and I might not entirely remember what went through my mind years and years ago, of course.

[myanxietydemonaretootired]

So... I was bored and watched lesbian tiktoks for like an hour. Then I was like, I wanna write something cute and wrote just a small thing but I liked it.

Available on Ao3 too :]

I kissed Emily Prentiss

Two days ago, Garcia came to the bureau with four tickets for a new club that had recently opened a few blocks near her house, the "Jennifer's Body" nightclub. She had been waiting for months for it to be up and ready for business.

"C'mon, JJ! We really need to unwind and I swear, it'll be totally fun! Also, hello, the name. Jennifer's Body has to have Jennifer's Body! Your beautiful JJ Body!" She took my hand and lifted me up from my chair. "Please, let's dance! Let's dance."

"We haven't had fun in forever. I'm IN!" Tara joined in the conversation.

Tara backed up Penelope and started dancing with her. I couldn't help but laugh. I have been under a lot of stress, we all have. This job sometimes makes us forget to love life and to take time for the little things, like a good night out with friends. And who better to remind me than the one and only Penelope Garcia? We should start paying her for it. I looked at Emily, expecting her response to Penelope's offer.

"I heard girls called Jennifer drink for free." She said. It was all it took.

"Let's go, ladies," I say, and we go to get ready.

I never imagined a nightclub like this one. All the pink, purple and mirrors with phrases like "so hot" and "beautiful babe" written with what appears to be lipstick. The whole place was made for girls by girls. As soon as we set foot here, Garcia and Tara lost themselves in the music and started dancing surrounded by all the other girls who happily embraced them, especially Tara, so many of them tried to dance with her. I get it. She looks amazing, in a black dress with some see-through parts, and Pen did her make-up. Well, she did everyone's make-up. Garcia also looks great, in a tight dress with puffed sleeves and she put hot pink extensions on her head.

However, I can't stop staring at Emily. A sleeveless red bodysuit with a cut down the middle and tight black shorts, there is a little space between her bodysuit and her shorts where you can see her skin. I don't know why I keep looking at that space, it's hypnotising. I feel my mouth dry and I drink another cosmopolitan. Girls surround her and ask permission to touch her while they dance. That's a little intrusive, right? Does she feel comfortable with it?

One of the girls is complimenting her hair, which I did. Curls in her shiny jack-black hair. I remember how my breath stopped the moment we got too close. She said: "Don't be shy, sit here." She pulled me onto her lap as I curled her hair, winning one point from our weird flirtation-ship competition. Who can make the other one the most hot and breathless without any sex? I don't get it. How can she make me feel like this? How can someone have so much power over my feelings without...

Well, without what? Do I like her?

I look at Emily flirt with that girl; she's pretty, I guess; a cute short girl with a buzzcut. Emily eclipses any woman and enby in this room. The outfit hugging her figure and I can just trace every part of her over it. I feel like a psycho staring at her this way, I don't feel myself but oxygen is not entering my body. I must have gone mad, I feel asphyxiated. I want her to get away from buzzcut girl, I want us to go running to a bathroom stall and just kiss each other. I would grab her by the neck, and she would hug my waist. We would use the wall as our only support because our legs aren't responding. I'd ask for permission to deepen the kiss. I'm biting my lip just imagining it.

I make my way to her, putting myself in between the other girl and my Emily. I notice she's been staring at me too, and I smile because I know she wants this too. I whisper in her ear "Can I kiss you?"

"God, finally."

She envelopes my mouth with hunger, hugging me. I grab her by the face, her hair all over my hands.

I kissed Emily Prentiss.

[samiwife]

The Anti-Social Girl ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Sami Yaffa x Reader)

A/N: This is my first Hanoi Rocks fanfic so if it's bad I'm so sorry, also pls send a request because I would love to do more of these. <3

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Parties were never your thing. You preferred to stay home and watch tv and read. So when your friends dragged you out of your room to go to a downtown party of another friend. You weren't really fond of it but you still came along because they promised to take you home early.

"C'mon Y/N! It'll be fun! Plus, we'll take you home early if you don't have fun." They said to you, your face unfazed by their pleas. But, eventually, you caved and said yes. Your friends cheered and an hour of getting ready later. You were set to head out. You wore a short light pink sparkly halter dress with white high heels. An outfit a bit out of your comfort zone since you always wore oversized band tees and shorts. But, it was nice to wear something fancy once and a while. While your friends drove you to the party, you sat in the backseat thinking to yourself

"I'm not going to have fun, I'll be bored out of my mind." You looked out the window, passing by all the luxury buildings and apartments. Until you eventually reached the party. You stepped out of the car and walked forward to the house where the party was located. When you walked through the door, the music immediately started blaring and you can see red solo cups everywhere with beer cans. You were also not fond of drinking. All in all, you just weren't a party person.

You walked passed blackout drunks sleeping on couches and couples kissing on tables. You just wanted out. You walked to a nearby corner and stood there checking your phone while the music still blared in your ears. After a few minutes of nothing, you decided to grab some water from the kitchen nearby. You walked over and grabbed an empty solo cup and filled it with water from the sink. As you sipped the water, a tall figure started walking towards you. It was a dude who was completely drunk. You could smell it on his breath and you can also see by the way he walks.

"Hey pretty lady, you came here alone?" He started with a slurred speech from drinking. You were disgusted by his breath. You stepped back a bit.

"Uh no, I came here with my friends." You said with confidence and still keeping the distance between you and the drunk guy. However, that distance was soon gone when he stepped closer causing you to back up even further. But, you couldn't back up any further since now you were pinned against the kitchen counter and him.

"A hot girl like you shouldn't be all alone since there are drunks around that could hurt you." The man says still being too close for comfort. You became nervous now since he was so close for comfort and he was being super creepy.

"You have such a nice body too, such slender hips and nice thighs. It would be a shame for your body to go to waste." The man said in a deep tone, you gulped and tried to scoot away with no avail. You felt more uncomfortable than before. You just wanted to get away from this guy and go home. As you were thinking that, you saw another figure come up and yank the dude off of you. The guy who saved you wasn't as tall as the drunk but he still was tall. He had dark hair that went to his shoulders and not to mention his hair was kinda curly. He also wore a leather jacket with tight black jeans.

"Hey! Can't you see she's not interested." The raven-haired boy said to the drunk guy. The drunk guy scoffed and turned his head to look at the raven-haired boy. The drunk guy looked up and down and chuckled at him.

"Huh and how do you know? She's so into me. She's been standing here the whole time listening. And plus why do you care? So get lost fuckwad." The drunk said to the raven-haired boy. The raven-haired boy rolled his eyes and then his eyes widen a bit. Kinda like he had an idea that went off in his head.

"Well that's my girlfriend you're hitting on, so I suggest you back off or you're going to be on the ground." The raven-haired boy states with such confidence. Your eyes widen, you were shocked by his claim but you decide to play along to get yourself out of this situation.

"Is this true? Is this loser your boyfriend?" The drunk guy asks you making sure the raven-haired boy wasn't lying. You smiled and scooted closer to the raven-haired boy. You wrapped your arms around the raven-haired boy's arm and cuddled next to him.

"Yes, that's what I've been trying to tell you. But you just wouldn't listen." You said while still having your arms wrapped around him. The raven-haired boy smiled and his cheeks flushed red. After a few seconds of silence, the drunk guy stumbled away leaving you and the raven-haired boy alone. You quickly unwrapped your arms and sighed.

"Thank you so much, that dude was a total creep so I appreciate this." You said with such relief in your voice. The raven-haired boy smiled and held your hand to comfort you. You looked up to get a better look at him. Damn, he was beautiful. He had shiny blue eyes that were laced with black eyeliner. His lips were nice and plump. His hair was kinda messy but in a good way. No doubt you were falling for him hard.

"Well, I'm glad I can help in any way I can. I hate to see creeps making girls uncomfortable especially ones who are gorgeous like you." He said with a smile. You felt your heart beat race fast but not in a threatening way. It was beating in a lovey-dovey way.

"I'm Y/N by the way." You said with a smile back. He chuckled and looked into your eyes. His eyes were so pure and beautiful that you felt like you can stare at them all day and night.

"I'm Sami nice to meet you Y/N." He said while shaking your hand. Even his hands were enough to make you faint. They were warm and not sweaty at all. To you, Sami was so perfect and you were wondering if you can stay longer at the party to talk to him.

"If you want Sami, we could hang out somewhere else maybe upstairs where there are fewer people." You said while still maintaining eye contact with him. Sami smiled and took your hand and led you upstairs to a bedroom. You assumed it was his because he seemed too comfortable walking in. In the room, Sami closed the door behind him and sat on the bed next to you. In the corner of his room, there was a single bass guitar.

"You play bass?" You asked while pointing at the bass in the room. Sami smiled and stood up and walked to the bass. He picked up the bass and held it in his arms. He played a few cords and smiled.

"Yeah, I do, in fact, I'm in a band actually," Sami said with such pureness in his voice, which caused you to blush a little. Then you chuckled and said, "Can you play a song for me?" Sami looked up and blushed. He nodded and held his bass in his hands and played a couple notes from a song you didn't recognize. You listened while he played. You were impressed by how he can play. It was nice and smooth and catchy. After the song was over, Sami looked up to see your reaction. You were smiling widely while blushing. You clapped your hand to applaud him on his song.

"Whoo yeah! That sounded amazing. What song is that?" You asked with your arms crossed across your chest. Sami looked down again and smiled. "It's a song me and my bandmates were writing but we haven't released it yet." You were amazed by his bass playing. "You should release it, it sounds great!" You said with a smile. Sami walked over to sit next to you. You can tell he was blushing because of your comment. "You really think so?" Sami said while caressing your hand. You looked down then back up at Sami.

"Yeah, I really think so." You said. Sami then gently grabs your chin and pulls you in closer to him. You closed your eyes, and soon your lips met with Sami's. His lips were soft just like you assumed. Then the kiss deepened and soon Sami's hands were on your thigh gently caressing them. You pulled away and looked at Sami. Sami was still blushing while having his hand on your thighs. You leaned in for another kiss until you heard a loud voice calling out your name.

"Y/N! Y/N! Where are you? We gotta go now!" One of your friends called out. You sighed and looked at Sami. Sami looked kinda sad you had to go, but you assured him that he'd see you again.

"Don't be sad, you'll see me again. Sami." You said with a wide smile. Sami stood up and held your hands. He looked like he wanted you to stay longer with him but unfortunately, you had to go. Then an idea popped into your head. On a nearby table in the room, there was a pen and paper. You walked over to the pen and paper and wrote your phone number on it. Then you ripped that small portion you wrote on and handed it to Sami. Sami smiled and opened it.

"Call me kultaseni." You said while walking to him. You stood in front of him for a few seconds and then you gently pulled him in for one last kiss before you left. Then you walked out the door while turning to look at him. Sami's face was bright like a tomato. And he had a slight lipstick stain on his lips from your kiss. Your friends saw you coming down the stairs with smeared lipstick.

"What the hell happened to you? I thought parties weren't your thing." One of your friends said as you got into the car. You giggled and smiled while looking down at your lap. The thought of Sami made you want to get out more to see him.

"Well, I guess parties aren't so bad after all." You said with a slight giggle in your voice while wiping the smeared lipstick off your face

[frogofalltime]

day 3

i woke up at midday, due to not going to bed until around 4:30am, but it's okay because i didn't have anything planned except for exam revision

unlike most days where i lie in bed on my phone for an extra hour or even longer after waking up, i got out of bed after only a few minutes !! i didn't even need to use the app that @etherealspacejelly recommended, although i will use it in the future if it becomes necessary.

i had breakfast (even though it was lunch time) and took my medication, then like yesterday i just sat there and did nothing for a while

i got dressed and listened to some music, then realised i was really hungry even though it had only been two hours since i last ate. but then i forgot to eat and just procrastinated for another hour before finally having lunch at 3:30pm because i was in so much pain from the extreme hunger lol

while i was eating my flatmate came in and started talking to me. normally i don't talk much to her because i am autistic and i can't speak to people who im not comfy around. but today i felt more laid back and confident ?? so we actually had a Real Conversation (she was talking about cooking and housework, and i joined in with her complaining about the patriarchy and sexism that is so common in our culture even though it has no root in islam, and stuff like that)

it's good that i'm having regular meals since starting my meds; i usually struggle to eat more than two meals a day, so i'm glad it's getting me to eat better.

then i procrastinated a bit more and finally went to the library to study because i was not getting anything done at home

when i got to the library (around 5:30pm) i was really hungry Again ?? so i ate a snack while revising a lecture, and then took a break before doing the next lecture, which took me like two hours because i kept getting bored and pausing it to message my friends or go on tumblr or whatever lmao. but i eventually got it done, i think being in the library is good because i can't go home until i finish my work, and i want to go home because it's kinda overstimulating in there, so i have motivation to do it.

i drank so so so much water at the library. these meds are making me hella thirsty. yeehaw

unfortunately the weird headache around my eyes was really bad today. it was bad yesterday too but today is worse. i remember this happened when i started antidepressants and then went away after a week or two so im hoping that it won't last long this time either. it's really annoying and adds to the overall feeling of restlessness and overstimulation.

i went home from the library (we are having a huge storm right now so i got completely soaked through in the rain and wind) and immediately got in the shower without procrastinating at all, probably because my clothes were wet and i was cold

then i made some dumplings and ate them with vegetables while watching a youtube video, procrastinated on tumblr again, and am now writing this post before i wash my dishes and go to bed.

overall i had a pretty good day, i finished all my revision for the module i struggle the most with, and i also felt really confident and happy with how i look ?? i had so much gender euphoria and stuff like that ?? which was really nice :D

i don't know if the meds are working yet or if i am just procrastinating less than usual because i am stressed about my exams (i have two this week and one the week after), but i'm glad to be actually getting stuff done for once !!

[coff-in]

I feel like whenever I’m having a bad day (or in this case, few months), I see other people have bad days too. It’s crazy how the world works and we all unite together to have either crappy or happy moments; it’s kind of wholesome that we all are brought together through our experiences and can share those vulnerabilities. It makes me feel a little better knowing I’m not isolated or alone, and that I’m not the only person with problems or struggling to get by.

I saw your last post, you said to ask about pressure, so I’m asking: How do you deal with pressure?

This is what I do when I feel stressed (maybe you’ll find some relief in this too): It’s a rule for me to always cry when something goes wrong, because crying released happy chemicals!

If I’m still bothered, I sleep for a few hours, take a Power Nap or just sleep and see if it still bothers me. If it still bothers me, I eat strawberry mochi. I also like coloring in those coloring books with flowers and a inspiring quote, it makes me feel better. When I’m sad, I always put on some Lo-fi or old love songs.

I always try reading Andrew Graves x reader content—or, at least what I haven’t seen. It’s a small fan base for separate Andrew Graves content. It’s how I discovered you a few months ago too! I enjoy looking for your work on my dashboard and I’m excited to see what you do next.

I hope thing’s get better for you, Coff-in! Never be ashamed or feel guilty about your own feelings or mental health. Don’t worry about time or rushing things, rushed work is never good work. Always remember to take breaks and worry about yourself; it’s your life after all. From one human being to another, take care of yourself. 💜⭐️

hi stellar :D when i asked ppl to send me questions about pressure, i meant the roblox game pressure ^^; this is ok tho!! no harm no fowl! (or is it foul? fowl is a bird, huh)

when i get stressed i usually get take a nap, maybe eat something, or watch youtube to distract myself. crying sounds really nice but i can't cry easily, sadly :( i also just try to draw! i like drawing and i find it easy to just pick up a pencil and doodle something :3 i also do it when i'm bored

its a tad bit hard for me to realize that "oh this blog is my blog, i can do with it what i want". or maybe i do realize that but still feel like i can't do certain things. hm. hm hm hm. so neat, such whimsy :3 i also relate to you seeking out andrew graves x reader content, but recently for me i've been searching out sebastian solace x reader fics. idk if people know this but im mostly a selfshipper, so seeing the whole zerum drama happen in that fandom is like... idk kinda silly to me. tldr: people were mad that the co-creator of the game (zerum) shipped her oc (zerum) with the shopkeeper sebastian. there's obviously more to it than that, but it reminded me when i was younger and i made a boyfriend oc for my persona (who i also sometimes wrote/referred to him as her brother... huh)

i'm going to be busy with work again, so hopefully i'll be able to write more since i usually start writing when i'm trying to avoid work or just to get away from it ^^; i hope that you're still doing well despite these hard months! i think it's a bit too easy for some to cur inward and isolate themselves from others. it was kinda nice being away from my coff-in blog. i do not say this as in 'i want to leave', but it was nice to just... idk feel like i didn't have to write? or take my time. i felt kinda bad tho, like there was a lingering thought in my head that i was deceiving you all. i was still able to write, so why wasn't i writing? stuff like that i guess

thank you for sending your ask, please take care of yourself!! <3

[mcytblr-archive]

Early MCYTblr Interviews: fraseris

today's interviewee is fraseris/dukeborninfebruary, who ran the quack-ity "kinnie" blog, started the hermitblr "geckohc" tag, and has been in MCYTblr from the beginning! below are the questions and answers.

Q. What was your overall experience in early MCYTblr?

A. i had a great time honestly. it was such a hyperactive fandom because there were new hours of content daily, and like a lot of others i was doing pandemic school which meant basically doing nothing all day. this feels strange to say now that the world is pretending to be back to normal, but this whole online world was basically my life for an entire school year. and i think we were using the content and fanspace to ignore reality as hard as possible, because shit sucked severely. so everybody was very deeply invested and dedicated in a way that you just can't have anymore. and at least before the exile arc, when the fandom really blew up (esp i think on stan twitter) it was a relatively small fandom. when things got on trending we celebrated. so it was a really well connected space and we had a lot of fun with our mutual obsessions. ive never been in a fandom like that before and i probably never will be again

Q. If my memory serves, you ran the "kinnie" imposter blog quack-ity. What was that experience like?

A. well, i was not good at impersonating quackity at all. which made it harder to actually scare people and funnier when I actually did freak out a few. a friend who i met in sleepyheads told me that things had been too quiet since tubblr and velvetiscake so i just kinda did it. i stayed up until like 4 am two nights in a row before i gave up. it was really fun watching sleepyheads try to figure it out. someone in there did decide it was me and eventually i had to admit that they were right. i could've been more strategic but i didnt care all that much and i did break a record for hours without revealing myself!! but then zonebur broke that. ive always credited myself with reviving the art of kinnie blogs after like a month of silence, because after quack-ity there was zonebur and the niki blog and many others. i tried a ranboo imposter blog but nobody cared because this was a few weeks before he joined the dream smp. i also had another quackity imposter blog but by then it was too late and people were bored with us

Q. As I remember, you were the first blog to receive the "gay kroger anon" copypasta. What do you remember about that phenomena?

A. well, i was not good at impersonating quackity at all. which made it harder to actually scare people and funnier when I actually did freak out a few. a friend who i met in sleepyheads told me that things had been too quiet since tubblr and velvetiscake so i just kinda did it. i stayed up until like 4 am two nights in a row before i gave up. it was really fun watching sleepyheads try to figure it out. someone in there did decide it was me and eventually i had to admit that they were right. i could've been more strategic but i didnt care all that much and i did break a record for hours without revealing myself!! but then zonebur broke that. ive always credited myself with reviving the art of kinnie blogs after like a month of silence, because after quack-ity there was zonebur and the niki blog and many others. i tried a ranboo imposter blog but nobody cared because this was a few weeks before he joined the dream smp. i also had another quackity imposter blog but by then it was too late and people were bored with us

Q. What are some common criticisms of creators that you remember from 2020-2021?

A. i remember when i first joined the tumblr fandom (august 2020) there was a lot of controversy surrounding dream. this was before all his infamous no-pr-team social media outbursts, and the speedrun cheating allegations, and him legitimately grooming kids. honestly I didn't understand what he had actually done back then and i dont really know now. my best guess is that it was the dream team crit people's theories leaking out. it was always just a general "dream is racist" with no real evidence, at least that i saw. because of that the dream smp and fandom was disliked even before the growth in dec 2020, when people really started hating it. looking back i think a lot of that criticism and those rumors were true but at the time I didn't care and definitely felt uncomfortable criticizing friends of My Streamers theres also the sleepy bois callout. that seriously rocked the boat because this was basically the height of their viewcounts (jan ? 2021?) like tommy was getting over 100k viewers every stream and wilbur was getting almost as many. the eventual consensus from sleepyblr as i saw it was that this was all too old to be legitimate grounds for "cancelling." then there were some apologies, i think, and people were pissed at techno for never even acknowledging any of it. but I don't think it really effected their following. the people who liked them and wanted to watch them kept watching them. and in the end that callout didn't even scratch the surface of what wilbur had done. i will say that the main crit of tommy was that he was being negatively influenced by the adults around him and he "needs to be saved from them" or something like that. which unfortunately rings true in the wake of his statement and lack thereof about wilburs' serial abuse of younger people. its depressing to look back on because of that and also because of techno's death. at the time it really showed how people (myself included) attached their own worth to streamers' presence and the parasocial relationship between them. the amount of guilt and panic i saw was crazy

ALSO! when callmecarson was publicly outed as a groomer in jan 2021. that didn't make nearly as much controversy in the dream smp fandom as the other callouts, but at least in the spaces i was a part of like gay castle and associates there were a lot of people who had been smplive fans in the years before. at least two other creators from smplive had similarly been outed before, so it wasn't the first time, but caron definitely caused the remaining fandom to deteriorate. it also put lunch club's life and death in such a negative light and ruined it for a lot of people, because we had never understood the full story before

there was also the drama surrounding jawsh and noah hugbox. there was always negativity about stans (meaning the twitter fanbase) in the smplive world and jawsh started controversy by tweeting negatively about them and about dream. hugbox and him both brought in a sort of redditor anti-sjw vibe to the debate and mostly argued with dream on twitter because dream was always a huge supporter of stan culture and one of those people who told their chat "i love you" all the time, so they really disliked him. of course he acted just as ridiculous as them. this whole thing is where the original "dont stop the party" video came from. a lot of people on tumblr found the whole thing silly but there were also some people as offended and opinionated as most of twitter, who straight up cancelled josh and noah. one of my dearest mcytblr memories is my friends and i staying up late and laughing at noah hugbox's joker act together

the most general criticism of all of these streamers was that they promoted unhealthy parasocial relationships. that mindset was mostly in the crit spaces before the fandom really grew in december, but it became a big deal in the philosophy of the fandom. I'd been complaining about parasocial relationships for a while, but more on the side of viewers than streamers, and i was pissed off when the larger fandom turned it into a nothing-word. i also remember people disliking tubbos politics because he was basically centrist & confused with a touch of young tory ignorance. but myself and my friends and the people i followed were overwhelming uncritical of everyone

Q. As I remember it, you were also a fan of smplive. How do you think the two fandoms interacted/influenced each other?

A. (apologies to people who were actually active participants in smpblr if this isnt comprehensive.) smpblr was very anti-stan, anti-rpf, and so it was really at odds with smptwt where the exact opposite was true. the smp-boundaries account is a consequence of this. people would follow those posts like law and if you broke a boundary and didnt apologize well enough you would be ostracized. maybe this discourse wasnt so central to the fandom during the height of smplive, but by the time i was lurking in later 2019 it seemed to be the main topic of discussion. i think that this mindset really informed sections of the early dream smp fandom, but most people in 2020 stuck somewhere between the two extremes. the transition between the casual real life streaming on smplive and the character roleplay on the dream smp was definitely rough. i don't think there was ever a time when the true boundaries of what was and was not acceptable to discuss or create were set. generally you could treat the characters like characters and make art and write about them, but you could get in trouble with some people for depicting gore or anything sexual including sexual orientation or transness. and some spaces accepted rpf while others hated it with a burning passion. the fandom mellowed out over time and the characters were accepted fully as their own characters, but at least as i saw it took a while

Q. What do you remember about "smprompa"?

A. for a long time smprompa was a white whale. i led a short crusade trying to find it and had some genuinely great finds submitted by anons (i believe under the tag 'hunt for smprompa' or 'search for smprompa' or something on my blog.) but we didnt get anywhere close to the full text. it was a cultural artifact that i dont think many of us approved of, but we wanted it because of its significance to the smplive fandom and creators. when it was discovered by gay castle folks my mind was a little blown

[loudgibbon]

Aldrin

during the historic moon landing, Buzz Aldrin reportedly said, "There's a monolith on the moon of Mars, and there's a very unusual structure on this little potato-shaped object that goes around Mars once in seven hours. When people find out about that, they're going to say, 'Who put that there? Who put that there?' Well, the universe put it there, or if you choose, God put it there." These claims were quickly dismissed as Aldrin speaking metaphorically, or that the light had been playing tricks on his eyes, but what if he actually did see something up there, something not quite human.

July 17, 1969, 13:32 UTC

It's been a little over a day since we launched; it doesn't feel like it's been that long. I thought I knew what space looked like, but the pictures back home don't do it justice. It is somehow bigger than I expected. Also, the sun is white up here, not yellow for those interested, and it's really bright. Mission control says we will land in just over three days and six hours. I hope Michael brought his cards. :)

July 17, 1969, 17:09 UTC

Earth is really small from where I'm sitting. It's weird feeling so small, like ants sitting on a leaf in the middle of the ocean. We build our ant hills and go about our day-to-day lives thinking we are in control, but we can't tell the ocean what to do. We are completely at its mercy. All it would take is one wave, and humanity would just be a memory. Maybe not even that if there isn't anyone around to remember.

July 17, 1969, 20:25 UTC

Turns out it only takes about three and a half hours to get bored of pondering the nature of the universe. Michael did, in fact, bring his cards, so I have been playing solitaire and crazy eights for a bit. But it is surprisingly hard when the cards try to float away. Neil is still glued to the window. Try as we might, he won't come play with us. He just talks about how this is the opportunity of a lifetime and how he isn't going to miss a minute, which is fair, I guess. I just hope he does it quietly so I can try to get some shut-eye.

July 18, 1969, 03:15 UTC

I'm writing this time in hopes of calming my nerves so I'm able to get back to sleep. About thirty minutes ago, we started getting alerts from mission control about the Apollo's trajectory slipping off course, which is weird in and of itself because I adjusted it before I went to sleep, and it shouldn't have needed adjusting for another six hours. But the weirdest thing was Neil was still awake, staring out that window with a look on his face like he had a full Thanksgiving feast laid out in front of him. I swear he was even drooling, although he will probably deny it. While I adjusted our course, Michael tried to talk some sense into our "fearless leader," but when I finished, Michael still hadn't been able to get Neil to do so much as peel his fat head off the window. I tried giving him a few good shakes, and that seemed to do the trick. I asked him what was wrong, but it turns out he had just fallen asleep with his eyes open. Creepy if you ask me. He told us not to report what had happened after Michael said it would make for a funny story back home. Neil said he thought mission control might make us turn around if they thought something was wrong. It took a little convincing, but me and Michael finally did agree. I know it's not protocol or even the right thing to do, but damn it, I really want to put the Aldrin name in the history books. Anyway, Neil has decided to go to sleep, and Michael volunteered to keep watch over our course just in case anything weird happens again. I'll try to get Neil to open up more in the morning, just to make sure he really is all right.

July 19, 1969, 12:04 UTC

We are a little more than a day from making a landing. I don't know if I'm more excited to be one of the first living creatures to step foot on the moon or to get out of this godforsaken ship. There is a rotten smell like someone's lunch has been left to decompose for a month. We spent all of yesterday looking for it but haven't found so much as a crumb. Again, we didn't report it but I made everyone swear that we would on the way back just in case it is a leak of some kind.

July 21, 1969, 18:24 UTC

We just left the lunar surface. It was incredible; I've never seen something so magnificent yet desolate at the same time. You don't realize how much smaller the moon is than the Earth until you are standing on it; you can literally see the horizon curve. Looking back at the earth is a surreal experience. I felt oddly lonely knowing that this small part of our universe contained all of human experience, well almost all, I guess we changed that today.

July 22, 1969, 7:30 UTC

The Stink Persists. I contacted mission control about it and they were concerned that it could have been a leak, but after going over all the maintenance checks and coming up empty they basically just shrugged and said that it might be psychological and that there is nothing they could do about that so we just have to hope for the best, which isn't exactly the comforting news I wanted.

July 22, 10ish

I swear if I didn't need these two idiots to get back home I would have committed murder by now. I don't know if it's the news we got from M.C. or the shitty food, but these two clowns refuse to talk to me. They are just sitting there looking out the windows, only responding enough to shoo me away when I block their view. I don't see what could be so entertaining out there.

5 pm

Our course keeps drifting; it's at the point that I have to readjust it every half hour. I tried contacting M.C. about it and whatever is wrong with Neil and Michael but all I got was static. I'm starting to think we might not get home after all.

3 am

Remember what I said about getting the Aldrin name in the history books? Yeah, that's definitely happening now. We found something; it's some kind of structure on Deimos, one of Mars’s moons. It's some sort of monolith, all metallic and shiny. It's beautiful. I understand why they wouldn't want to look away; I can barely take my eyes off it to write this. When we get home, people are going to wonder who built this because surely it has a creator. Nothing could be so perfect without one. There is only one creator I know of who is this perfect. This could only have been crafted by divine hands.

???

I've seen them, the divine hands, all around us; they want us to join them for now that we have touched the heavens we must remain. Neil and Michael have already gone but I remain as I fear that my faith is not strong enough to surrender my mortal form to them. I am a weak man, undeserving of being chosen by the divine.

Aug 30th, 1969, 15:30 UTC

It's been a couple of days since we got back home and I just found this journal in a pile of stuff I brought home. I don't remember writing any of this; I don't even remember bringing a journal with me but it's written in my hand and there are things in here that could have only been written by me. Nobody knows about Michael's cards or the way the surface of the moon curved. I don’t know whether or not I should tell anyone about this. Maybe I should go to Neil or Michael, but the things written here give me pause. I have a feeling something isn't right with them; they don't call like they used to, before our expedition. I thought they were just trying to relax, but maybe it's something more than that. For now, I’ll just write this down here so I don't explode from the thoughts bottled up inside me.

[wineaunt420]

im bored so im gonna write som shit about my favourite Dino charge villains because I can and I'll maybe draw them later if i feel like it.

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Wrench

Wrench is particularly clueless to anything that isn't mechanical engineering which means in his free time he likes to partake in non mechanical engineering hobbies without fully knowing the risks that come along with said hobby, like making back yard moonshine for instance. Wrench had been Extracting potato vodka for about 8 months and was quite chuffed to get his first batch of moonshine (Drinking it was probably the most and only fun he gets on that drab ship) so to say he fell in love with this hobby was abit of an understatement, but he still had no clue he was withholding a bomb strong enough to blow up half the ship boiling away snuggly in a side room somewhere. In fact it wasn't until Fury stumbled upon Wrench securing his second batch of Bomb juice and almost had a heart attack did Wrench learn that cooking potatoes and turning it into a delicious beverage in an inclosed and inhabited area was such a terrible idea. And you'd think he'd learn his lesson?

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he did not.

He also loves sleep, Like its a chore to get him up in the morning. He could sleep for a millennia which makes sense because of how much work he does,the ship only runs because of him although to cheap out on work he has fixed a few vital panels with extreme stick glue. He's tired, cut him some slack

Also you bet he watches Romance movies, He's probably watched and cried over the Titanic 5 times now.

Singe

Where too start with Singe, well those markings on his face are actually traditional tattoos from his homeplanet he got when he turned 18. He was actually the epitome of a trouble making Teen British style when he was younger as He would always sneak out to drink Crap tonnes of Vodka on the dark streets until he passes out and somehow wakes up back at home bruised but not dead, He never actually grew out of his trouble making twat fase which is actually part of the reason why he gets headaches (he's hungover, probably from Wrenches home made moonshine) Most people also Don't know that he actually has an adopted sister called Fae and that they both lived and grew up with his Grandma. (Fae is the reason he wakes up at home in the morning and is just as bad as Singe, but more on her another time) Singe loves making fun of Fury, its actually his favourite past time until Fury decides hes had enough and slams Singes tail in a door. But he like Wrench doesn't learn his lesson (fury can't catch a break). The only person Singe doesn't bully is Wrench because he needs that special juice. (I actually love Singe he is such a bastard)

I also see Singe not only being an amazing cook but having such an incredible sweet tooth. Upon coming to earth for the first time he gained a slight addiction to pancakes and hot fudge brownies. Aside from being a totally unserious partial drunk most of the time, he does Enjoy cooking for everyone sometimes. its the only nice thing he does for them

Snide

Snide loves being a cunt in every aspect of life, he eat sleeps and breathes being an asshole. He can dish it out but can't take it back for the life of him, Like when Fury made a joke about his mum after he was absolutely slammed by Snide for a half hour. Snide lost his shit. Bastard was so upset he put himself back in solitary confinement for an hour just mumbling angrily to himself.

His favourite act of bastardry was when Archanon pulled up and started playing favourites with him, He abused that favouritism so much it was almost considered too much. He did this because playing "buddy buddy" with Archanon would get him what he wanted and He loved watching Singes face Cringe everytime the two got close.

Because Heckle obviously has a sweet tooth, it would only make sense for Snide to love Savoury foods, his favourite Savory foods being Sliced raw fish with soy sauce wrapped in Nori, you cant really call it Sashimi because Sashimi is beautifully cut and actually looks delicious, whatever Snide makes can only be considered as post death animal slaughter because its an actual fucking mess when he's finnished. Fish scales and tiny bones all over the kitchen table, it drives Singe fucking crazy and Poisandra can only describe Snide as "animalistic" and "carnivorous" whenever he enters the kitchen. Fyi Don't attempt to enter the kitchen while Snide's in there, just don't.

Archanon

Archanon had a wife at some point in life and they did actually love each other very much, until Archanon started wanting more and more, driven mad by the desire to acquire the dark energem that his wife began to see how much of a world destroying Tyrant he was and Divorced him. Its Rumoured that his wife was a goddess, The Goddess made of Seven condensed stars to be exact. But Archanon hates Talking about his Ex wife so only Singe and his sister really know, but its also rumoured that the two of them as a final order from Archanons Ex wife, to never speak of her name or her purpose and being to anyone. So yeah maybe she is maybe she isn't who knows.

Archanon is incredibly powerful with a large ass army, Half of his original army if the Divorce had anything to say about it, but still a powerful one that he fills with prisoners, hence why he paid Sledge to collect bounty prisoners, it was for the army.

He doesn't sleep, like straight up never. He runs off coffee its like the only thing keeping him alive anymore, if he were to stop drinking it he'd probably drop deader than Atmosphere of the room he's in when anyone mentions the words "marriage" and "Divorce" or "split it in half". Probably got ptsd from being single like the pathetic little man he is

[theeternalwombtarot]

Hii, first of all I'm obsessed with your readings and your whole blog ♥️

Secondly, I want to share what is happening to me that I can't figure out. This is gonna be so long because it never happened sth like that in my whole life, hope you don't get bored by it 🙈

So, there's this person I started following at half year ago and basically fell in love, at first I was just start-strucked by his looks, then I got to know him a little better not directly tho just by crumbs like he talking with his friends and me watching from afar or how he posted on SM and what he wrote talking about himself and I started feeling even more attached because of his personality, so my love for him went beyond looks and day by day was getting stronger to the point that this year in May I started getting videos about how to manifest in general and there's was a particular tarot reader (my first one) I was fascinated by and started following her yt and then TikTok. This tarot reader posted a collective reading (not about love but I think it was work related) few hours before which it resonated with me so I started looking for others tarot readings in the search section and I suddenly got one while scrolling down which said "this person with blue eyes and that likes rock music is obsessed with you" the gasp I left and literally stopped breathing I was shook because she literally described two important details about my person "blue eyes" and "he likes rock music" and she said other things I resonated with. That's how started my obsession with tarots. And here started coming synchronicities which that time I thought they were coincidences and since May of this year I keep getting synchronicities about this person I'm so in love with.

Another thing which is not less important is that since he came into my life I can't love anyone else like I used to have many crushes and fell easily howevere none of them were mutual and didn't receive any synchronicities about them, but this person.. wow I can't stop thinking about them since August of last year and since May of this year it got "worse" and I keep seeing signs about them since that Month but sometimes they confuse me and sometimes it's like they ant to prove me.

Can you figure out what's that, which I've never ever experienced in my whole life I've never felt so attached to someone even though I've never met them but I saw with my own eyes two signs from them in April which made me scream inside bec one was too explicit but I thought it was a coincidence ngl. Also I've never dated seriously so I still have my V-card even tho I'm almost 30 yo. Oh, and I also got my spiritual awakening in May, as if he triggered it but he has still to have it I think.

Sorry for the essay but you don't have to reply with another essay, don't worry and take your time. I appreciate it 💞💞

ps. sorry for my english

Baby, this sounds like limerance. You don’t know this personal in real life, you only what you’ve observed about him online, you’ve never met this person nor spoken to this person from what I can see and understand. But you’re infatuated and obsessed with this person, so much so that you believe that you’re receiving signs from him or the universe that he likes you back or that you’re meant to be together.

Things like this are difficult to deal with especially when you are a spiritual person, believe in the metaphysical or something of the sort. You have to ask yourself where at some point your spiritual beliefs are crossing a line for you. You have to ask yourself if what you’re experiencing is really the work of your spirit guides or divinely guided or a symptom of child hood ptsd or something like it.

Limerance usually it caused by early attachment trauma, I know what it is, I know what it feels like because I’ve been there before. Someone or something that really helped me open my eyes up to this concept and digest it so that I can heal and understand what I was going through and what was really going on with me is The Crappy Childhood Fairy on YouTube. She has a beautiful video on limerence and she shares a plethora of examples on it by using letters from people who’ve reached out to her to help understand their own relationships.

She has multiple videos on limerence and this topic, now this is not to say that magical thinking or spirituality or my practice or lifestyle isn’t real or isn’t worth confiding in terms of relationships and connections but I think you may easily stumble into this direction at times to help validate what it is you’re experiencing, thinking and feeling, I’m sorry if this isn’t what you were expecting and I hope this this is helpful for you to some extent or at least gives you a different perspective. ❤️