#and i would be able to not go crazy over it

[rhaeheartzsquirrelz]

69 w/ sevika. thank u and goodbye ᕕ(◉Д◉ )ᕗ

I’ve been thinking of doing this for a long-ass time but I’ve just been so lazy :(( Also, I totally didn’t see your ask until like a few hours ago. Sorrryyyy!!!!

Dinner at Fifteen

Sevika x Female Reader

Content: No plot, sex: 69 (obv). Explicit.

Not Proofread || Note: It’s roast beef n hairy gtfo my face!

At first, you assumed it’d be vanilla. Fingering and making out, nothing too fancy.

You were laying on your back, spread on the bed, your legs trembling as your girlfriend’s two, pretty large, fingers curling against of you. Hitting your walls and pushing against her target. She gave you the pleasure you needed and your orgasm was amazing, as always, thanks to your hard working woman.

But, it was when Sevika leaned down, kissed your forehead, and whispered a soft; “I wanna try something,” with flesh arm around your waist, “y’up for it?”

And, just like that, you were ontop. Your face infront of your girlfriend’s cunt as she latched her mouth onto your pussy. It took you a second to get used to the position, considering it was, sort of, embarrassing for you— and new.

You’d never thought Sevika would be down for such a thing. You assumed she’d done her research.

Looking down at her, spread, your eyes soaked in her dark cunt. Her wetness running down from her entrance, her clit right by your parted lips, with her pretty, dark folds open and ready with the help of your two fingers. Don’t get yourself started on how hot she looked with her unshaven pussy.

Your girlfriend had her grip on your ass, occasionally giving you a slap and a squeeze. The cool metal of her mech hand sent a shiver through you, and so did her tongue skills. You moved her curly pubes aside and got to work. To be frank, she tasted amazing. You understood why she was so hell bent on eating you out every few days— seemingly, she was obsessed.

Tongue circling Sevika’s clit, you could hear your girlfriend’s barely audible grunts. The soft groan that left her lips everytime you touched the right spot. The slight twitch in her thighs that gave away just how good she felt— not to mention the way she desperately bucked her cunt into your mouth.

As you tried your hardest to make her cum, she was working ten times that. Sevika knew your weak spots, knew exactly where to move her tongue. And she took advantage of that. Sucking on your clit, running her tongue over it, circling it, and even giving it a soft bite. She was eating you out like you were a damn feast. And, of course, you were weak for it, completely distracted by the amazing feeling your girlfriend was providing for you, that you almost forgot to return the favour.

You continue your play, able feel the heat pooling in your stomach, able to feel your clit throbbing like crazy. For Sevika’s pleasure you held back your orgasm, wanting to give your girlfriend the same pleasure she had given you countless times.

“Fuck, baby..” Sevika breathlessly let out, giving your ass a squeeze of approval. She felt good. You could tell. “Just like that.”

You tried your hardest to keep up, keep giving Sevika the sensation she needed to cum. You, in the mood for experimenting, decided to do something that your girlfriend would do to you, show her how good it felt when she did it. Playing with her clit, you slither your two fingers in her entrance and watch as she bucked her hips further. You got to work almost immediately, hitting her g-spot with enough pressure to make her whimper. It sent a jolt to your cunt, causing you to clench. Your girlfriend’s legs were shaking and you had just began eating her out. You knew full well she was sensitive when it came to her own cunt.

“Fuck.” She’d whisper under her breath, completely forgetting to suck at your clit. She unlatched her mouth from you and let her head fall back, which you whined at. “That’s s’good, baby.” Her words of praise didn’t go unappreciated, they made your core hot, and you were glad— proud— you could make her feel as good as she did you.

You continued with the technique your girlfriend had used on you, you’d picked it up after a few uses. And, obviously, she enjoyed every second of it. “I’m— god.. you’re so.. damn good at that,” at her grunted words you fastened your pace.

Sevika’s walls clenched against your fingers and you could taste her wetness, you could gladly admit that you could eat her for hours— if she let you; considering she’d probably be overwhelmed after the second orgasm. Even so, you’d love to see it.

“Fuckfuckfuck— baby, right there!” Sevika rambled on, whimpering with her hands tightly gripping your ass, with her head thrown back, and her jaw open, you wished you could see that pretty face of hers.

With a shaky, muffled whimper your girlfriend finally came. Her hips bucked harder against your mouth and you fastened your pace to help her ride through her orgasm. Her legs were a trembling mess and you swore her hips were shuddering against you.

Sevika’s arms fall out onto the bed and that was your cue that she had finished. So, you slip your moist fingers out of her, unattach your mouth from her swollen clit, and pull off of her. On your knees and sat beside your girlfriend, your opposite hand brushed back her hair from her forehead.

“Come here,” her voice lazily quiet, yet still demanding. “I’m here.” You shifted near and let your girlfriend’s flesh arm wrap around your hip. “Lay down, dumbass.” Her breathless chuckle hummed through you and you did as she said. “Calling me a dumbass after I just made you finish? Alright, be that way.”

With a playfully sassy eye roll, your girlfriend planted several kisses on your shoulder and neck; practically smothering you with them. “My apologies, your highness. It’ll never happen again,” she joked, continuing her kissing.

Wrapping an arm around her neck you play with the back of her hair, brushing it through your fingers. It was damp from her sweat but still so soft. You’re forgiven, peasant!” Your chuckled out words were responded with a slap on your ass— which made your smile disappear from your face. “This peasant could have you screaming in a heartbeat.” Sevika’s confidence was what attracted you, it even made you bite your lip. Your girlfriend press you firmly against her chest and you knew full well what was about to go down.

“Matter of fact, I’ll do that right now.”

(And then you both get down and freaky again and again and again and again!)

[fgumi]

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐 my youth is free: to a fresh start

warning(s); written with a word count of 2,018

it didn’t matter if you knew donghyun for 6 years or dated him for 5. he always managed to give you butterflies, every single time. whether or not the butterflies you’re feeling now are good ones or just your breakfast threatening to spit back up, you’re not sure. you rounded the corner, taking a deep breath and counting to 10, before entering the cafe that used to be donghyun’s favorite casual date spot. or, maybe it still is his favorite spot. you shouldn’t speculate. clear heart, open mind.

you looked around and saw donghyun sitting in the center, right by the large fish tank that the cafe had as a divider. crazy how he always managed to get the most coveted spot in this large cafe.

his gaze followed one of the whiptail catfishes moving towards your direction. you guess that you caught the corner of his eyes because he straightened up and gave you a small wave.

oh crap. this is really happening. one foot over the other, y/n. breathe in, breathe out. it’s just donghyun. you know him. you’ve loved him for the past 5 years. you’ve been best friends for 6 years. he’s not going to suddenly turn into a stranger.

as you got closer, you took note of his glowy skin and warm eyes. good. he’s okay. well, i guess he would be okay. he broke up with you. are you okay? you’d like to think so. these past months weren’t all good. during the first month, you really did cry on your brother’s shoulder every night. woonhak was so patient with you, being so mature and wise. he even acted girly pop for you, so you could act like you’re venting to one of your girl friends who had grown frustrated with the topic.

but, little by little, you were able to face the day with a new appreciation. you attributed a lot of it to jaehyun and dongmin. their energy was infectious on and off the court. even without knowing about your recent breakup, they managed to be considerate of you and didn’t take offense when you shied away from them at times. on days where pick-up wasn’t in the cards for you, they’d understand and, sometimes, even offer to just hang out. it made you feel loved, despite them not saying it.

if the volleybrawlers (the name’s growing on you, you think) pulled you out of your sadness, you’d say dongmin gave you that final push towards normalcy. it wasn’t anything major, really. on the nights you found yourselves alone, your conversations would venture towards your past relationships and how they affected you. you found a lot of comfort from it. woonhak, for all that he tried, had never been in a relationship and couldn’t relate to you. but dongmin surprised you. he was more open than you thought he’d be. he listened to you intently when you’d ramble on about how you felt lost when donghyun broke up with you, reassuring you that you weren’t getting annoying by bringing it up all the time. as nights went on, the conversations changed. they moved away from relationships and settled on yourselves, your hobbies and aspirations.

you realized it one day—instead of venting, you were learning and sharing. it caught you by surprise, but it was nonetheless pleasant and satisfying. you were okay and you were getting better. the thought made you smile a little.

“where’d you go?”

your focus sharpened to donghyun’s curious face. “you got that faraway look you get when you’re thinking really hard,” he smiled, stirring his coffee. “i always wished i could follow you into your mind whenever you got those looks. your mind seems so cool to be in.”

as you raised an eyebrow, the ends of your lips twitched, wanting so desperately to smile at his dopey face. “you’re one to talk. i used to think you held the universe in your head with how spacy you were.”

“spacy? i don’t get it.” donghyun’s round eyes twinkled when he chuckled. “i never really got a lot of things about you, if i’m honest.”

“what do you mean?” you asked, ignoring the dull pang in your heart.

donghyun must still be able to read your microexpressions because he immediately looked apologetic. “oh, not in a bad way! sorry, i’m just–” he nervously laughed and ran his hand through his blond hair, exhaling. “a lot of my love for you stemmed from not understanding you. it’s like you defined coexistence for me. does that make sense? hold on, let me think.”

you stared at him as he tried to collect his thoughts, following his eyes to the lively fish tank next to you guys. “mmm, the best way i can explain it... you know how scientists haven’t even discovered 5% of the mariana trench?” he paused, glancing at you to make sure he wasn’t being confusing. you nodded, signaling him to continue. “but they stick to it because they’re fascinated by the little things they’re discovering. they’re not even concerned that, most likely, they won’t get to experience the mariana trench’s entirety in their lifetime. they just keep going, falling in love with everything they do get to experience... that’s what you were—are to me, my very own mariana trench—someone that i was going to keep exploring and falling in love with well after my death.”

a shine had taken to donghyun’s eyes when he rested them on you. you could feel tears blanketing your own eyes. you opened your mouth to speak, but words failed you—or, rather, you failed to even have words. what can you even say to that?

donghyun took a moment to blink back his tears before continuing. “but i got scared. school was getting a lot harder and, after my internship, i knew our relationship was starting to fall apart. it was unchartered territory for me. our entire relationship had been so free and easy up until that point. misunderstandings virtually stopped existing after our first year. you got me and i got you. so when our communication started faltering, i didn’t know what to do. as much as i wanted to do more for you and love us back to life, i couldn’t do it without sacrificing my plans and mental health. and… that’s when i knew i had to let you go. i wasn’t going to be the boyfriend you deserved while i knew you’d put in your 200% just to save us. that wasn’t something i could live with, y/n.”

you shut your eyes and let the tears fall. you took quiet, shallow breaths to avoid attracting too much attention. unfortunately, eyes were inevitable considering you guys were sitting next to the cafe’s centerpiece. ruffling reached your ears. “here.”

your eyes fluttered open to see donghyun offering a pack of tissues. you reached out to take one when you noticed the design. it pained you all over again. it was one of the gifts you got him for your 5th anniversary—a specially designed tissue pack with your shared fish on it. you joked that, since you tend to cry a lot and donghyun always seemed to be scrambling to find tissues, he should have these on hand. you couldn’t believe he still carried them.

you wiped your tears away before taking a deep inhale. “i really don’t know what to say,” you said through a watery laugh. “you answered practically all the questions i had.”

donghyun returned it with his own weak chuckle. “the therapy—it’s got me communicating my feelings a lot better than we’re used to.”

we’re—we… how does one word manage to bring you so much comfort and riddle you with just as much ache?

“it’s doing you some good,” you smiled softly, your mindful breaths turning back into second nature. “you look… better.”

he nodded firmly, his eyes crinkling into crescents. “i think it’s the best decision i ever made for myself.”

you hummed, dropping your eyes to your half-empty cup. was this the closure you both needed? is it time to walk away forever? is that what this was for? why did you find yourself wanting to keep talking? god, you couldn’t help but miss him even though he was sitting right in front of you. you missed his quirks and ditziness, how in-sync you guys were about so many things.

“tell me what’s running through your head,” donghyun gently interrupted, leaning slightly forward as if you were trading secrets. you hesitated. was it healthy to miss him? after the time that’s passed? you bit your lip, slowly losing yourself to your thoughts again. donghyun dug into his pocket again and produced chapstick, handing it to you. you subconsciously applied it, not biting your lip anymore, when you realized what just happened.

“why did you hand me this?” you asked confused. donghyun smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “you never bite your lips after you apply chapstick so i carried around your favorite for you to use. i was gonna give it to you today before we parted ways…”

and there it was. the impending goodbye. the approaching end credits. you knew this was inevitable. you prepared yourself for this all of yesterday. so why, after all the time apart and spending it with new people, did you find it hard to let him go? it wasn’t like you wanted to get back together with him. you knew that was a no-no. you and woonhak talked about it in lengths. heck, even you and dongmin talked about it after what happened with gawon. so why did it feel like a part of your soul would go with him when he leaves?

donghyun waved his hand in front of you, his face peaking from behind it. “y/n? come back down to earth, silly.”

you gently grabbed his hand and pushed it down. “donghyun… what happens now?”

when your eyes met, you could feel the tears welling up again so you turned to the fish tank, counting all the fish inside. you felt him grab your hand and brush your knuckles with his thumb. “what do you want to happen?”

your lips quivered a bit. what did you want to happen? you didn’t want to lose him. not forever. but you also didn’t want to add on to his stress. you didn’t want to add onto your own, not when everything was getting better. “i want whatever is best for you, whatever will help you succeed and do all you want in this life.”

“mmm, can i ask what you’ve been thinking about?” donghyun asked.

you hesitated, glancing over at your ex, but the encouragement on his face helped you swallow your fear. “i was thinking about how much you meant to me and continue to mean to me. i don’t… i don’t wanna lose you, but i know that being in each other’s lives can create more stress for us in the long run.”

donghyun’s face didn’t hold any disappointment. you were glad. he focused on your clasped hands and smiled sadly. “i’m glad. i was thinking the same way.”

you couldn’t stop the tear that escaped. “does this mean goodbye?”

“it doesn’t have to,” he trailed off, looking into the tank. “i think we can still be friends. we just have to say goodbye to the versions of us that planned a life together.”

“that’s so sad,” you whispered.

he nodded in agreement. “it is, but i’m willing to sacrifice that to get my best friend back. what do you think?”

was this a good idea? you pursed your lips. when you guys first decided to try being just friends, it was fresh off the breakup. of course, it’d hurt, right? but, now, you guys had your own separate lives and things seemed to be looking up for both of you.

“okay,” you decided. “let’s be friends.”

the grin growing on his face caused a smile to grow on yours. “to a fresh start?” he suggested, holding his half-full coffee cup. you held your own coffee up. “to a fresh start.”

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੭ˊᵕˋ੭ a/n: i think exs can be friends, but only after building lives apart from each other. how did you read this? critiques welcome! if you disagree, that's okay! everyone lives and thinks differently and that's what makes life so rich.

[hungrykeaton]

So you're out for dinner with a ffa and it is restaurant #3 of a colourful day. You're more than a little full and you're not just "hey, a fat guy" bloated: you're into "wow, those jeans are about to burst, and he keeps burping" obviously-stuffed. But you know and she knows that you can hold a lot more, so you are going to keep ordering and eating until she says you're done.

In your wildest fantasies, how does she react to the situation?

Is she delighted, dragging you into place after place, gleefully showing off her prize hog? Patting your belly and adding an extra side with a devious grin when the server asks, "are you sure? That's a lot of food."

Or is she kind of embarassed too, nervously trying to tug down a shirt that won't cover the belly anymore, or pretending she doesn't notice, pretending she isn't about to burst from her own private enjoyment. Eager to get the order and get out of there, so she can have you to herself back in the car.

Or maybe you'd prefer something in between: an innocently oblivious act. As if she can't tell how you're starting to hurt, as if she can't tell how everyone is staring. And then insisting you eat every bite of what she ordered as if it is perfectly reasonable, as if she can't tell that you will pop a button when you finish the drink. And even after, expecting you to finish her uneaten portion, even though it is so clear that you won't be able to struggle out of your seat after. She'll just feign surprise when you say you need a minute. Oh, really? Why, did you overdo it a little?

Umf umf umfffff 🥵🥵🥵 gotta reread these a bit 🥵

But yeah number three is awesome. Something about her being oblivious to how big I am (but still making the occasional “that’s a lot of food” and “you look pretty full) is really hot to me. Because it also opens it up for her to push some food over to me and offer it to me like a sweet gesture, meanwhile I’m sweating because I’m just so fucking full I feel like my jeans are gonna burst at any moment. But we both know I gotta garbage disposal it 😩

Also the contrast of her just being normal, cheery and polite to the waiter when ordering throughout the night as I look rounder and more uncomfortable or disbelief after each restaurant. I’d be so fucking full that it’d be difficult to order more as I’m just concentrating on my next under the breath gasp of air.

But tbh any of these would be awesome, if she wants to be nervous too about how big I’m getting that kinda makes me more excited to eat even more and get it even bigger. My brain just thinks that is she’s going crazy over this gut now, pack another entree in it and see what happens 😩

(Also multiple restaurants in a day is hot hot hot)

[repostedpoliticalarts]

Some things to consider:

Our doctor started us on the LOWEST dose possible: .25mg and we adjusted to the meds. This is NOT medically induced bulemia, and if it is the dosage should definitely be adjusted. There was some nausea but it was easily manageable with some ginger chews. I experienced no noticeable effects at this dose whatsoever and I know this because I did regular weigh-ins and kelt a journal. Other than occasional nausea my eating habits and appetite remained the same.

We decided to increase to .5mg/week after a month and i started to see some very slow progress. Our electronic scale that measures not only weight but body composition (fat%, muscle, water, bone) confirmed that my losses this year have all been primarily fat stores. This has been correlated with my clothes fitting better and my being able to return to some of my older clothes I didn’t want to throw out.

At .5 i noticed that while i still had a good appetite the one major thing that changed was that my psychological guilt over “wasting food” vanished. I grew up pretty financially limited and wasting food is a guilt i carry around to this day. This means I’ll eat leftovers before they go bad because I can’t stand the thought of food being wasted. What surprised me is that I started being able to leave food on my plate, even if just scraps, and throw it away without a trace of guilt. Which was surprising because I assumed that was entirely about upbringing and psychology, but apparently there is a physical link there.

My wife reported that the “food noise” in her head, just thinking about food, planning meals, feeling the push/pull of temptation evaporated. Which obviously helped her mental state.

Eventually I moved up to 1mg/week and was seeing the most progress not in just my appearance but in my ability to move and feel comfortable in various positions without feeling my weight literally restricting what I could do. I was only on that for two months when insurance sent a letter saying they would only cover the .5 pen and only till Dec 31, 2025. So I had to pull back. I haven’t lost an ounce since but have maintained at that level.

I’m concerned about gaining back what I lost when my supply runs out. But my doctor says that data shows some regain but almost no one going back to baseline weight. I’ve heard some people quit and get crazy binging cravings, so my plan is to ration out what I have left and slowly wean off the injections at lower and lower doses. Slow on, slow off. So that it’s not a shock to my system.

Again, my doctor would like me to still be on it, and I CAN still technically take it. But the smallest dose I’ve had, which does nothing for me starts at $700 a month. This is literally just making ozempic a luxury drug for rich people.

Also, my wife doesn’t have diabetes but she is at an extremely high risk of developing it because of her genetics and family history, it killed her father while she was still in college. So this drug is being DENIED to her, even though it could help PREVENT her from DEVELOPING diabetes. So IF she gets type II diabetes she can have the drug, but NOT before, even though it can help her.

Asinine.

Fuck insurance companies. People’s healthcare should be free (for one) and their choices of what they need, what is necessary, what is helpful, should be entirely between them and their doctors.

I have been debating sharing this for some time, but with the new year weight loss ads amping up, I feel it's something I have to say. I'm worried for people's health.

Unless you've been living under a rock, you probably already know about people taking the diabetic drug ozempic for weight loss. You've probably heard the debates about the ethics of taking needed drugs away from diabetes patients and maybe even the side effect of "ozempic face." However, there is one side effect of taking these drugs that, in my opinion, people are not being warned about.

If you carefully pay attention to the television ads, you will hear them mention "pancreatitis" as a possible side effect. If you're like me a decade ago, that word probably means nothing to you. Let me warn you, however, it is no minor thing. My husband suffered from chronic pancreatitis for five agonizing years. The pain is beyond comprehension. Doctors who specialize in the pancreas describe it as the worst pain a human can endure. There is no actual cure. Little is understood about the disease, so treatment is difficult. Doctors who understand it are few and far between. It took my husband forever to get diagnosed. He went through multiple surgeries and procedures, but nothing worked. He had to go on an extremely limiting diet. If he varied from it in any way, he would have an attack. The only way to recover from an attack was to not eat at all for days, then slowly add in broth and jello. Did he lose weight? Yes. As a matter of fact, one day he stepped out of the shower, and I burst into tears at the sight of him. He was skin and bones - I could count every rib. Was it worth it to be thin? If you even ask that question, I'm concerned for your mental health.

They couldn't figure out exactly why my husband got pancreatitis. At that time, they thought only alcoholics and drug addicts got pancreatitis. This made it difficult to get compassionate medical care, unfortunately. Now they know that prescription medication (particularly diabetic medication) and high cholesterol can also cause it. Then there is another group - where they just don't know. But you better believe I would hesitate to take any medication that could cause pancreatitis. I would weigh my options carefully to assess if it was worth the risk. In my opinion, weight loss is not worth that risk.

My concern has been heightened seeing the Hers commercials for these drugs (under different names, but rest assured, it is the same thing). These commercials brag that you can get these drugs from Hers with just a simple virtual call, no questions asked. I wonder if people are fully aware of the risks of these drugs. I also wonder if we even know all of the risks yet. I also fear that the culture around these drugs could develop into an us vs. them mentality. That if it's so easy to be thin, why wouldn't you be? And some are getting dangerously thin on these drugs.

I know some diabetics who are on these drugs, and necessarily so. They tell me that it causes nausea when they eat. That's why they don't eat much. Again, that doesn't sound like a pleasant way to live. If you need it to regulate your blood sugar, that's one thing. But if you don't? Why would you do this to yourself?

My husband is now healed of pancreatitis. It was a miracle. You may not believe in that sort of thing, but I'm telling you, there is no other explanation. We had exhausted every medical solution, then the pandemic hit. We were concerned because hospitals were only taking life or death cases. What if he had a bad attack and needed an iv of pain meds? What would we do? Weeks passed - no pain. A month passed - no pain. Six weeks passed - no pain. He decided to grill a steak - something he hadn't been able to even take a nibble of in 5 years. I watched him take a bite, holding my breath. Nothing. He ate the whole thing. No pain. Five years later, still no pain. The doctors can't explain it, either.

So our story has a happy ending. Not everyone else's does. I hope people take the time to read this. If you do, please, please share it. I don't want anyone suffering needlessly.

[russellsppttemplates]

Loooved your latest Franco piece! Buy now I can only think about y/n being Brazilian...u know Brazil and Argentina are hermanos up until football, right? It's an crazy old "beef". Imagine Franco and y/n bickering about football like Pierre and Kika, and George and Carmen...but with a ton of history to back them up. I'm sure it would be chaos🤣

“Franco, you know Flamengo is going to crush Boca Juniors in the next Copa Libertadores, right?”, Y/N teased, lounging comfortably on the couch, wearing a vibrant green and yellow Brazil jersey, "but don't worry, amor, I'll comfort you after".

Franco rolled his eyes, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, "you dream, Y/N - Boca is unstoppable. The Bombonera will be a fortress!”.

Your banter was a ritual as much as the sport itself. It all started when you had to cover for one of your colleagues in the factory right on the day of the game, so your negotiation was simple - you'd cover if they let you watch the game on your break.

What you didn't know is that there was also another person who not only shared your passion for racing but also for football, finding Franco focused on the screen as the game was about to start. What began as a quick exchange of words evolved to a never-ending match of words, neither willing to concede defeat as the rest of the team gathered to watch two football fans argue, too lost between their engineer and their driver to even witness the monumental match happening.

“Remember 2004?”, you fired back, referencing that unforgettable Copa America final, "Adriano, last minute goal? Ring any bells?”.

Franco groaned dramatically, "you had to bring that up, didn’t you?", he retorted, pointing fingers, "but don't forget 1990, when Caniggia silenced the Maracanã! Not a peep after that one!".

The atmosphere in the apartment was fully charged, the air crackling with playful hostility, but beneath it lay an undeniable camaraderie for the sport.

You cherished these verbal sparring matches because they bridged the cultural divide, transforming rivalry into steadfast friendship that had grown into the beautiful relationship you have now.

“Okay, but what about our World Cup titles? Five. A full hand of them! Count them!”, you grinned widely, your eyes twinkling with challenge.

Franco feigned a sigh of defeat before responding with a grin of his own, "maybe so, but we have Maradona. That's worth more than five titles!”, he said, wiggling his fingers.

As the day unfolded, your spirited competition continued, seasoned with laughter and mock-serious arguments. The television flickered with highlights and historic moments, each pause generating another round of passionate debate between you.

Dinner was a mixture of cuisines as well, with Franco insisting on empanadas while you insisted on adding feijoada to the menu.

As you settled down to watch a replay of an old Argentina vs. Brazil match, the laughter softened into something more profound. Your rivalry, no matter how vehemently expressed, was just a surface layer over your deep bond.

In the world of racing, you both pushed towards the same goal. In football, you were rivals, igniting each other’s passions.

“Franco", you mused as the game played on, “I think we might argue forever about who's better...”.

He leaned back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, "Maybe. But that's what makes it fun, right? Besides, I think when our kids come around we might be able to make you switch", he spoke unabashedly as he saw you gulp, "or at the very least, there will be more of us to argue!".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[quarterlifekitty]

More on Rodolfo being stepped on by his lover? Does he like a specific pair of shoes? Barefoot? Step anywhere on him? Raghh!! The brain worms are eating this UP

This man has me in a chokehold

You know, when I posted that thing about Rudy and shoes I was like “this is it, this is the post that’s gonna be too out there for everyone” but it just goes to show that my headcanons are actually always right forever (joke)

Anyways. He loves the classics. Pumps are his favorites. Not something crazy high, but higher than kitten heels. Something you might be able to imagine that your mom wore before she became your mom.

And he’s a sucker for classic red. I have another ask about something similar in the box— but I think he’s a slut for bright red anything. Lipstick, nail polish, high heels. Loves a loubouton. Loves for you to leave lipstick marks on his face, his neck, his collar, his cock. Loves when you suck him off while wearing lipstick and leave a ring where you held him in your mouth. Loves your red manicured nails scraping ever so gently over him when you stroke and play with his dick.

He’s definitely the dude who leaves like $200 stuck to the fridge with a magnet if he has to leave early in the morning, with a note that says “for your manicure, tesoro <3” (does he know your nail girlie charges you like $60 + a takeout meal? No, but he wouldn’t care if he did. Treat yourself.)

Uhm. Anyways. You can step on him anywhere, but he will obviously go ballistic if you use the toe of your shoe to tease his bulge. To that end, he wants a footjob from you while your stockings are still on. He wants your nylons sticky and wet with his cum.

And you know what I am going to say something so unsubstantiated and yet so brave. I think one year you guys did a couples Halloween costume. With you as Dorothy and him as Scarecrow. And you found the perfect set of glittery, rhinestone studded red heels for it, complete with bow and buckle. And I mentioned his affinity for old movies and classic romance. Judy Garland in those shoes definitely did something for him. If you offer to wear that costume for him again he will literally be your slave.

He said almost nothing the whole night you were out because he was struck dumb and unable to think of anything but the teasing brush of the tip of your shoe against his calf and what it would feel like tracing up his hard cock. When you said you’re thinking of swapping out shoes because your feet are starting to hurt, he just carries you everywhere the rest of the night.

Know that if you ever wear that costume for him again he will fall deeply and painfully in love with you. Like “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I fumbled you” type of down bad. Like he’s asking his mom if she knows where his great grandmother’s ring is, because he thinks he’s found the one.

I mean. Who said that.

[holybibly]

Ahh okay yes mommy another kink to unveil about myself… and hopefully be explored since sucking hwa’s soul out through his cock like a lollipop sounds just so appealing especially if he’s a whimpering mess.

I’m having so much fun going through your blog. It feels so fresh with things I’ve never even thought about but I guess always desired? Ugh. Where have you and hwa been this entire time

I like to try new things and I am very savvy when it comes to sexuality, I think there are a lot of things that we subconsciously want to try but for some reason are afraid to because it might seem weird and unacceptable.

I also communicate with a lot of different people who like different sexual practices and things that might not be standard at first glance. And I want my blog to not just be something standard and ordinary, I want everyone to be able to find exactly what they like here.

I don't know if I told you, but I'm just crazy about the way Yunho looks when he cries. I don't know, there's just something so damn sexy and beautiful about it, he's such a beautiful crybaby. And I think Seonghwa would look no less stunning, all fucked up and burning with lust, with that gorgeous, beautiful face covered in tears of lust. And we are not talking about the submissive Hwa, but about the spectrum of physical pleasure that borders on pain and is so overwhelming that it is impossible to cope with it.

By the way, speaking of submissives and dominants, I would like to tell you something about this, as many people have a misconception about it, and since I am lucky enough to know a person who is actually part of the BDSM community in real life, I have learnt a lot about it.

But as well as discovering many kinks for you, I also find many things for myself that catch my attention and are not trivial. I have told you about lace underwear for boys, rimming and maybe I will tell you more in the future.

In the meantime, enjoy our gorgeous porn star, because the training season is really over and you have one hell of a ride ahead of you.

[gaylienstage]

okokok so. crazy story, i was playing in stars and time and had just started act 5, and i was scared as HELL because i knew things would go terribly wrong. my mom was watching me play the game and i asked her to stay for a while because i was filled with so much dread about what could possibly happen next that i felt like i could throw up.

as i interacted more with everyone in dormont and things did, in fact, go terribly wrong, my mom started making casual conversation with me to try and calm me down because i was visibly shaking.

at one point, i'd decided that spontaneously telling her the feelings that i had bottled up for probably years, that i was struggling with my faith in christanity (which is something that she holds very close to her), and that that i wasn't even sure if i wanted to be called a christian anymore, and all my problems with church, with the congregation, the pressure to conform and literally all my feelings about the religion in general and all the conflicting feelings i have towards it and faith in general and not knowing where i stand on it anymore, that telling her all of that... was less terrifying than what was happening in act 5.

and so i did!! i told her everything!! and it went surprisingly really well!! we had a whole heart-to-heart and everything and she was so cool about it!! which i didn't really expect, at all!!

i'm still not sure where i stand on faith, and i'm uncertain about what'll happen next, but i was glad that i was finally able to tell her about it all. thanks to this silly, wonderful, emotionally devastating game, i was able to break out of a cycle of my own, and for that, i'm very grateful for this game's existence.

thank you, insertdisc5, for singlehandedly making a game so gut wrenching and devastating that Talking About The Thing I Thought I Would Never Be Able To Say Out Loud seemed so tame in comparison that i finally got over my fears and Did The Thing (oddly fitting, considering the ending of the game lmao). it's an experience that will stay with me for a long, long time.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

mood board of curtis decor I firmly belive exists pt 2 (out of the tags boogaloo)

Enjoy your fucking dinner plate: Darry fucking LOVES that plate. he used to scold Two and Soda for being food INHALERS by telling them to actually TASTE the food and ENJOY it. They jointly thought it would be the funniest fuckin thing to save him the trouble to saying it n just take a marker to a plate. He's got a matching one that says EAT YOUR FUCKING DINNER that is reserved exclusively for Dallas (gangs picky eater agenda pushing)

Coke Jar: Mrs. C had the jar since they were kids n they usually kept some little sweets in there. One day Darry comes home n Two-Bit had it filled up with powder and had a line on the counter in front of it and he almost HIT the fucking CELING two was BEGGING for his life like ITS FLOUR ITS FLOUR I SWEAR TO GOD Darry checks to make sure n then makes him do the line anyways. Two spends the rest of the night coughing n Darry considers it even for the HEART ATTACK he gave him.

No smoking without me sign: Pony took the original sign from his school n hung it up on the back fence with the addition of without me🥺 bc Johnny would sometimes go out to smoke alone n Pony would whine CRAZY about it.

Fridge magnets: Modern! gang would fucking LOVE those n I stand on that. Dallas loves disappearing into the kitchen to make the fridge say like fuck <3 n half the time when he stands up in the middle of a movie darrys like "if I go in there n my fridge says cunt I'm gonna kick ur ass"

Phone booth: It appears in the living room on week and is moved onto the back porch. They don't know where the hell it came from but they sure as hell aren't putting it back. (it was Dallas n Tim pissed out of their minds and thinking it was funny. It kinda was.)

Groceries stuck in the wall with a knife: Other then Darry, Soda and Dallas are the big shoppers. Two is banned from most stores in tusla, Pony HATES food shopping bc he's 14, Johnny WOULD go but he'd have to walk n none of them like the idea of him not being able to have his hands free. So Soda n Dallas go back and forth on shopping and since notes left on the table or counter get lost more often than not, this was the solution. Darry picks his battles on this one. He does NOT want to be the only one going to the store.

Sodatop necklaces: Joint Soda and Johnny effort. They are crafty as HELL when they want to be. For Soda it's a feat of finding the urge to actually sit down n work on one thing n for Johnny it's finding a project. They make one for the whole gang and, tho they won't all admit it, they wear those things nearly everyday.

The tire table and the mounted bumper light: Steve's contributions. Steve wouldn't describe himself as artsy or crafty but he does like to take car parts and repurpose them. The tire is painted and has a circle of metal over the center and they use it as an outdoor table and the bumper is his crowning accomplishment with the wiring n shit. That is PROUDLY displayed over the couch in the living room

[vytels]

I’ve been itching to write for Blurr in the mecha au because I find him a fascinating character and just UGH because there is so much there to talk about…

So, here’s a snippet from a piece that I’m writing for him:

~~~~~~~~~

There’s a moment, when machine and human crash together to create a singularity of excellence. Blurr has spent his life grasping onto those moments, pouring hours of his days to hold a collection of those moments in his hands. His talents poured into practice, practice transforming into skill, and skill crystallizing into talent, an endless cycle that his mind and body devours at any waking minute.

Race car drivers are crazy, a fact that any person could confirm, and Blurr knows himself to be at the top of that list. You don’t get to win the World’s Driving Championship several times without taking risks, life threatening risks, and sometimes suffering the consequences. He’d pushed his cars to the edge, testing their limits to shave off a few seconds each lap.

Crashes are inevitable when you push those limits, beyond the breaking point, pushing yourself and machine faster. Something has to give when you go too far. Tires explode, the engine breaks, the car twists beyond control, and suddenly the driver is a passenger in an object flying over one hundred miles per hour. Then the collision; sometimes nothing more than a sore neck the next day, but sometimes it’s something that someone doesn’t walk away from.

You never know what type of crash you’re going to get.

And Blurr’s had many over his years, from the first time he was saddled in a kart to his last race on a Formula One circuit. The memories dance like Christmas lights at the back of his mind, blinking into existence each time he saddles into his mech. He has to push them away, he can’t focus on the past when the present is calling his name and the future is watching.

The cockpit looms over his head, so different from the open-air Formula One cart and even more technologically advanced. There’s hundreds of buttons, switches, and levers for him to poke, flip, and pull. Logically, he shouldn’t be able to remember what they all do or how the screens alongside them work, especially with his memory issues, but the moment the drift wraps around his mind… he’s not just a human any more.

He is human and machine.

It’s not that different from racing.

~~~~~

The idea of Blurr racing in formula one, which is one of the most popular racing sports at the moment and arguably one of the fastest, just makes so much sense to me. Like that’s where he’d be.

And honestly, Swerve would watch Drive to Survive and get hooked on the fantasy of Blurr—

Anyways, I know this is short, but I can’t wait to share the whole thing hehehehe >:)

[nevertheless-moving]

Haha yes this au is all about the various potential "Mom??" scenarios. Infinite multiverse of potential meetings. Momiverse. Szeth bursting into the kholin's saferoom or hallway retreat or whatnot only to not stop, moving in a straight line past them, is a deeply hilarious image.

Kholins and bridge four having a split second of 'Oh fuck we're all going to die.' Another split second of 'oh god that means he killed kaladin.' split second of 'where. where's he goin'. and you KNOW there would be a final split second when they see a figure outlined in light bursting through a wall to chase the assassin where everyone was inexplicably certain it was Kaladin Stormblessed.

Lirin is down below, starts treating his son's injuries before Kaladin breathes in the spheres his father was carrying and Lirin goes of course. just like his mother.

after that there's lots of fun options:

them straight up kidnapping unconscious Kaladin and taking him back to urithiru. Kholins and bridge four get absolutely no explanation. Kaladin's just gone. Possibly dead. Probably not dead, he's never dead, so his mom (did you guys see his mom) just picked him and took him?? Somewhere??

they leave him on the ground (kaladin deliriously but firmly insists he has to stay with his men, hesina is wrestling a hysterical assassin in white, they tell him they'll come back for him). kaladin falls unconscious again and wakes up like 'Wow that was a crazy vivid dream i had of my dead parents coming back to save me. time to pack that away and never think about it.' Goes upstairs as per canon only to have WAY more to explain. probably not getting out of a radiant confession. [this au is very fun for 'sure. i'm half-radiant. that's how it works.' scenarios.]

kaladin wakes up ; he and lirin run upstairs to help hesina, who already has the assassin in white trapped in stone. start to have a big emotional family reunion. szeth is in the middle wildly disassociating. kholins and bridge four arrive. many questions asked. few answers given. opportunity for parents to do something cringey, but honestly i don't think kaladin would even be able to process embarrassment rn, he's got many other feeling happening, so he just sort of absently smiles at his dad fussing over how thin he's gotten and his mom scolding Dalinar and the king

More from the Hesina Willshaper AU. Specifically Continued from Here.

while hesina and Lirin were travelling with the band of freed slaves the two were loosely in charge, but decent enough at delegating that other people quickly took on major leadership rules.

erk. gonna need a bunch of ocs

layla, 8th dan before being sold to pay family debts. quartermaster/ house steward role. roughly same age as hesina. worked mostly as a house slave.

she had actually managed to half pay off her slave price, something she gripes about for laughs, she could have bought cool stuff with that money. most of the money came from the child she had, who was sold as a baby, wouldn't be able to find it if she wanted to, and she's not even completely sure she does.

layla is fascinated by different peoples religions, languages, beliefs...she's met people from a surprising number of countries working as a lighteye's servant. mostly self taught reading, hesina teachers her to write. hesina and her talk a lot about religion and philosophy. one of the few people who doesn't put hesina on a pedestal. hesina's first squire.

it seems that the squire rules are different for each order. i'm wildly but confidently headcanoning that willshapers get exactly ten, and they can tangibly feel each squire bond being formed.

willshapers have an interesting relationship to Connection. Connections can free you. Connections can become chains. best to be aware. either side of the willshapers squire bond can break the connection at any time.

(willshapers also have an interesting relationship to Oaths. Oaths can very definitely become chains. they just... i mean oaths still matter, but they don't take breaking them as seriously as some of the orders. circumstances matter. people grow. the spren once vowed not to bond with the singers again, and yet...it's been millenia. The lightspren are thinking. Things have changed.)

they're not freeing people because they made an oath. They made an oath because they chose to free people.

-

Ruush, 5th dahn before being enslaved for refusing to follow orders. One of the only ones with actual military training, though his leg was broken and healed wrong, meaning that he could only train, not fight, until he became hesina's second squire and healed.

Often Lirin's guard. Only 15 years younger than Lirin, but has for sure called him dad. Lirin calls him son and tries not to lecture him too much on being a soldier.

Ruush is mildly bemused by the entire concept of pacifism (Not common among Alethi!) and listens very patiently, with genuine if slightly abstract interest. i mean, you gotta admit, violence does beget violence. wild. anyway, back to work.

Has heard enough stories about Tien and Kaladin that he pretty much thinks of them as his brothers.

When kaladin and him finally meet kal is... mostly cool with that (sure, this might as well happen. can't have too many brothers). but there is significant disagreement over who's oldest.

-

shortly before making it to Urithiru oathgate they run into the listeners. layla and ruush hastily throw up some walls between them while Hesina tries to communicate that she comes in peace. The listeners scramble to get Eshonai to translate.

it takes some time to talk. the translation process with the council of five. mistrust on both sides. lirin gives an impassioned speech about wanting to be free from violence, and some listeners swear they could almost hear the man attuning to the rhythm of hope.

Eshonai gives her plate and blade to Thule before traveling to Urithiru. Venli calls her a fool. The council approves. This might be their one last chance.

Eshonai returns full of enthusiasm. This is it. They could escape. They would still need gems to make the fields grow, but the Neshua Kadal leader women and her mate have been robbing other humans blind while traveling. This could work.

-

Venli presents her own radical idea, storm form, a form of power.

Maybe two thirds of the listeners take the chance on Urithiru.

A third stay on the shattered plains to fight for vengeance to the bitter end.

-

Listeners slightly outnumber human population. People learn quickly that any violence gets randomly duplicated, which Lirin is weirdly smug about. Eshonai spends a lot of time on language lessons.

After sitting down and talking it out, they eventually decide to make a council of ten — 5 humans, 5 listeners. Hesina's lightspren is given the deciding vote if they tie.

They need each other too much to operate separately, even if the place is technically big enough.

Over the course of a month they actually settle into a decent routine. There's some mistrust, but Eshonai manages to explain fairly eloquently why they decided to kill the king, fearing being enslaved by the return of the gods

yeah the humans can get that. we don't really care about the king anyway.

the parshendi were shocked by how brutally and disproportionately the Alethi responded

tell me about it. i once scratched a window and was beaten until i couldn't walk.

Really, things are promising, common ground, willingness to move forward together.

-

Layla draws her own lightspern to much rejoicing, reaching the third oath, so now they can move between the oathgates without worrying about leaving people trapped in Urithiru without Hesina.

Eshenoi swears her own first oath!! even more rejoicing!!! listener and dark eyes going together into the future freely and equally.

if only they could convince Venli's revenge splinter group to join them. of course everyone wants vengeance but... they want to live more. they want to live for more.

the 'stormform' group is going to get themselves killed. and if somehow they don't... fear grows that the songs, the warnings about forms of power — they were for exactly this moment but what are they going to do? attack their own people?

The radiants alternate going out on a few more raids, freeing more slaves. They also bring stolen parchmen now, which they had mostly decided to leave behind in past raids, as they wouldn't really help in their own escapes at all, and everyone felt bad continuing to treat as slaves even if they come with, but they just...stand there. The Listeners are continuously baffled by them.

Some humans think about another few thousand years of their children and their children's children and their children being tenth dahn eternally ... they know humans who are dead behind the eyes and stormfather. If you bred for that...

-

(a storm is coming and things are going to get messy but those who were there will look back on these months and know how important they were. when the lighteyes come and the singers come things will change. but for a moment there was something beautiful and almost pure. and those foundations will matter more than anyone could possibly imagine)

[july-19th-club]

every time i have a really bad bout of insommnia i realize all over again that im not going to be able to trust my ability to sleep for a very long time...the last time i had even a little bit of trouble sleeping was months and months ago, and i was still able to nod off before 1:30am and get a more or less full night's rest. now it's 2:16am, i've got that fluttery feeling of unrest in my chest that i haven't felt, not really, since last summer, and there are so many things in my mind that i feel like i have to take care of that i just can't relax. i nodded off for about an hour and woke up just before 2am and felt immediately a) sick to my stomach b) the sure and certain knowledge that it might be the most sleep i got at ALL tonight and just the thought of that brought me right back to wide awake. maybe it was something i ate today maybe it was the myriad of things that have gone weird this week - have to finish paperwork for my job for fundraising and the boss wants it (very literally) yesterday, so of course my ability to satisfy what he wants has to be hampered by sleeplessness and exhaustion; i've got a fun family gathering all weekend at an amusement park that i've decided to actually go to this year despite ducking out on the three previous years for work reasons and covid reasons and all very good reasons but now i'm going and good lord i'm terrified of getting sick because i'm just too stupid to stay home. and i fucked up and got the weeks wrong for my most recent therapy appointment and i haven't heard back from her when i texted her to ask what the actual date was so i'm just. starting to think she's dropped me unceremoniously and i'll never hear from her again and it's my fault because i should've been more on the ball to begin with. and who i WANT to talk to about all this is the therapist but. well. ive screwed up somehow and i'm terrified to reach out again because what if that just pisses her off? surely this is not the right way to think about that situation but i need her to tell me what the right way IS. and well you can see my conundrum. anyway it's now edging in on 2:30 and the only thing i can think to do is work on my fundraising paperwork now, at 2am, so that if i call off sick tomorrow on account of no sleep and, probably, impending actual sickness because why else would i not be able to sleep? the last time i had this much trouble i was actually sick, like with a flu, so . anyway if i work on the paperwork NOW then i can send it in tomorrow from home and at least i will not be a complete failure of an employee. fuck my stupid baka life

[fferthe]

ENTRY NUMBER ELEVEN.

Who are they?

Note: It's not X!Kris and it's not XI, as many have mistakenly assumed. XI is not canon and was simply a joke that went on for a bit too long, everything related to XI has been taken down. As for the former, there's no such thing as XTale Kris and Jakei had to repeatedly correct people due to the misconception.

Their attire is very atypical for a child their age, they have a purple necklace of ambiguous shape, and seem to have at least a half of XGaster's SOUL, judging by their pupils. While it's possible for XGaster to create an artificial SOUL of a red trait, the same cannot be said for his own trait. And they couldn't have had the SOUL itself (or even a part of it) in their possession at any point during XTale. The glimpse we get of them is from the future. However, given the lines "GET READY" and" YOUR TIME IS COMING", it must mean that they've already existed by that point in some shape or form, albeit soulless.

It must've been created prior to timeline IX and saved to the infamous 'data compilation' for later use.

And yes, created. Their hair don't match anyone's, although X!Chara comes very close. It's unlikely that he OVEWROTE someone. Despite XGaster's intimidation last episode, X!Chara would only be used as a puppet at best. Same goes for X!Frisk.

Thanks to his shenanigans, we know that a human body can contain a SOUL of another human within it. This cohabitation reflects in the subject's appearance.

But what happens when a monster's SOUL is tied to a human body? See, the wording here is quite interesting. With the SOUL and body of a monster. Does it entail that other combinations are viable? Well, from what I'm seeing, they must be. Now, the question stands: for what grand purpose were they created? And why do they share a SOUL with XGaster? Perplexed by their outfit, I had an epiphany.

They have his SOUL, his outfit—it's like they serve to be his vessel. The line "AS CLEAR AS A REFLECTION IN A MIRROR" also gives me that idea. It may simply be an expression, but that's quite uncharacteristic of him, even though he tends to be cryptic about things. There could be more to it than meets the eye.

Y'know, no matter how unpleasant something may be, XGaster is always willing to sacrifice his and others' comfort for the 'bright future'. We've seen what lengths he would go to when chasing his visions. What if the 'perfect world' required him to abandon his current shell and don human flesh? He'd comply. What if he intended to replace Frisk, the 'player' of that world?

This bit can be taken as a callback to the fact that he tried to off himself back in timeline 0 and is still in immense pain as shown in 0.7-2..

Or as reincarnation. And after looking around, turns out that there's also a secret in the 2 black frames that come after this sequence!

By tweaking the brightness and contrast, you see a very fuzzy silhouette. Well, isn't that interesting?

Also, fun fact, if you speed up the entry clip by 666%, you'll get this theme.

The theme plays at 27:50 during entry 19.

And I might be going coocoo at this point, but hear me out on this one.

XGaster's birthday is on 11/11. The entry is number 11. This gotta count for something, right? There are 11 videos in the XTale playlist, so his might as well be considered 11th. Matches up with his birthday date, doesn't it?

Anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk

[crowskullls]

Minute said “I am not your puppet.” In his SMP civilization video and I ran with it.

[dnangelic]

the very first thought in his mind : why the hell would he leave without her ? and then the second : damn , he really is tired .

his --- daisuke's head is in his hands before he can help it . without bothering to acknowledge any of sakura's stir for a fight , he's dashed all the way to the station , positioning himself at the front where one way or another , either he would have been able to spot sakura or ended up being spotted by her first .

nothing too difficult when they both stood out for their colors , as long as she didn't end up finding him in a collapsed heap . forcing control and getting a little carried away even when he meant to bring himself and his tamer to any place to rest wasn't completely irresponsible , right ?

the guilt and discomfort creeps in a pang at his center , but he's only left to scowl and cross his arms with his fingers impatiently thrumming until sakura finally does arrive , that half-tone head of hair standing out like snow against charcoal .

awesome . fantastic .

it's one clipped instant after another as he snatches her by the wrist then drags her practically flapping across the station . the ticketing goes by in a blur ; so does boarding , until he nigh throws them into the thick cushions of the premium seats , sakura graciously allowed the window .

' it's less than an hour . ' not exactly enough to rid the rings beneath his eyes , but it'd do . ' don't wake me up 'less we're there . '

--- and so , curling up in the opposite direction after briefly considering the space of sakura's side and shoulder , he drifts off to sleep in an instant . one whose blissful less-than-an-hour turns out feeling even shorter than five minutes .

ping-pong !

outside , the scenery's long already shifted . makochi's urban density makes way to a sea of forests and coursing rivers , their lengths curling from the far off , sparkling sands of a coastline further inland , opposite the far-away mountain range they trickled down from . packs of sloped roofs and extravagant mansions raised themselves into view , the old mingling with the modern around shopping malls and high-tech security stations .

if it's any surprise for sakura , then it's just as much for daisuke too when he rouses , drowsily rubbing his eyes to examine his surroundings , only to watch himself gasp when he recognizes himself ( and the person next to him --- ! ) in the train's glass window .

' GAH --- ?! ' ( shh ... you're so damn noisy ! )

easy enough for dark to say . what the heck were they doing ?! in the time it takes for the train to come to a halt at azumano station , the completely invisible conversation has gone something like this :

( i invited sakura over . ) ( to the house ?! but why ?! are you crazy ?! ) ( don't give me that ! you were going to do it anyways sometime , weren't you ?! you've been wanting to all this time ! well , this and that happened while you were asleep , so i did it all for you ! ) ( but --- ! )

... but , really , he had nothing he could have possibly said to that . he just hadn't thought that things would ever have ended up this sudden , or soon --- !

( it' s not like we can tell her to just get lost after she came all this way with us . ) ... obviously , he couldn't do something like that . so it's with the subtle stiffness and tremble of someone forcing themselves to bravely step forwards that he shuffles through the aisles to exit the train , and , still half asleep , trips and whirls his arms onto the platform of his home village .

' w-well , we're h --- w-waaaaAUGH --- !!! '

Wuh-wuh—wh—What the great hell!?

“You wanna take this shit outside, asshole!?” Because who the fuck is HE to go callin’ her a hypocrite!?? Who the hell is he to tell her to shut up!!?? Whatever the fuck is in the water that Dai’s drinkin’ today, she does NOT like it, because this is not Daisuke her friend Daisuke—!!!!

“You were blushin’,” over here rivallin’ the damn tomatoes he wanted to throw at’er!!, “so that means you’re nervous—or were, whatever!! Damn you, what the hell’s with ya today, this cannot just be acting—!”

Oh, but, damn, he’s over there grabbin’ her phone already—any shocked squawk she could’ve given in response is squashed by the time the phone is back in her face, an unfamiliar map route already plugged in and leading her somewhere.

“But where the hell is there!?” She snaps, demands, to know, throwin’ her phone back down to the table; really, though, couldn’t he just explain shit like a normal person??!!! “And whaddya mean ‘don’t pack’, isn’t that somethin’ I’m supposed—!?”

Gods above, dammit all, he’s already moved the topic on. (!!!!!!) Geez, what the hell was his deal, she’s the one who’s goin’ into unfamiliar territory here, so would it kill’im to have some patience??!

(Considering he’s throwin’ himself outta the booth and walkin’ off, out the door into the day without even a small damn goodbye, apparently it would.)

!!!!!!

(What the hell kinda stupid play are you auditioning for?!)

As the café falls silent, though, around’er (Kotoha had once again stepped out somewhere, letting Haruka and Dai eat alone because whatever errand she had to go do wouldn’t take long), she can’t help but to just...sit and process for a minute. Dai, he’d—he’d really just agreed to her suggestion of her visiting him. Easy as shit, he’d agreed. The guy she’s known all this time to freak if she so much as jumped in surprise around’im had not only agreed to her suggestion of her goin’ to his house, but agreed so hard that he’s apparently takin’er there right here and now...?

...they sure as shit have come a long way, then. A long way, a really close way...! Gods, like she said, she’s—she’s never been to someone’s house. He doesn’t even go to hers all the time, either, it’s mainly Dark...!

—holy shit, Dark. What the hell’s he gonna do if she leaves now, without warning? There’s no time to try to find’im—a recent conversation where she’d been bitchin’ at’im, tellin’im You dumbass, just go get a phone already; even I have one, so don’t complain!, was ringin’ real fuckin’ true right now!—but is there even any time to try and head back home to write a note...?

...but if she runs, maybe she can scribble somethin’ down quick? And she could just text Dai that she was runnin’ to find someone to let’em know she’d be gone; he said to tell whoever she needed to, and she did, also, have to do that...

Snatching her phone up, not all that much unlike how he’d done to it before, Haruka glances around at the page he’d left it open to (memorizing the name of and route to the, apparent, train station in just a heartbeat) before she fumbles around trying to find the stupid texting app. There’s quite a few people she needs to message now, not even just Dai...

...when she’s finally done with it, though, she just locks her phone and pushes herself outta the booth; it’s at just that moment, too, that the café door opens and in walks Kotoha, who Haruka damn near runs into as she tries to rush outta there. She gives her a quick run-down, too—‘No, I’ll be fine, I trust’im; wait, huh?! Wh—What’s that dumbass look on your face for!? Why d’ya look so happy!!’—before she’s finally able to get out the door.

(If just leavin’ for Azumano feels like a fuckin’ roller coaster, then what the hell will bein’ there be like !?)

(“...don’t go psychin’ yourself out, dummy.” Because everybody needs verbal motivation, sometimes...!)

With that, though, Haruka finally manages to push herself past the café and out onto the streets of Makochi, her feet carrying her (and, weirdly, they’re an odd mix of being lighter and heavier than usual), in the direction of her apartment without a second thought.

sakura, to daisuke: im goin back home not to pack shit but so i can do somethin real quick . gotta tell someone im leavin i'll be at the station soon though so Delivered 15:36 sakura, to daisuke: just dont leave without me Delivered 15:40

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

Hey so I’ve mentioned this a lot of times on my main blog, but I wanted to put this out over here since it is Hallow’s Eve. I always give out little tchotchkes on Halloween along with candy. This year, I’ve completely switched over to 100% doohickeys and doodads— think mechanical pencils, shaped erasers, little notebooks, squishes, vampire teeth and spiders rings and all. It started years ago in college when I signed up for a dorm Halloween event where kids from an area that was too dangerous to really trick or treat through got bussed in to trick or treat at our dorm. I bought some candy and dollar store Halloween themed stuff with what i had. And you know what the kids went ape shit over?

Motherfucking. Mechanical. PENCILS!!

These kids could not get enough of them. They literally went “PENCILS??!” I had never seen kids get so hyped up for pencils lmao. They were the first things to go. Candy is fleeting; the little pencils you can bring to school to flex are eternal, until you inevitably lose one of the refill parts and then they aren’t but listen, in that one moment they are infinite. And its nice thinking that maybe some kids who don’t always have access to school supplies not only get them, but get them in fun shapes and designs.

Anyway. I recommend people to give out fun stuff like this not just because kids seem to genuinely enjoy them, but also because there’s this thing called the Teal Pumpkin Project here in America. You can put out a teal pumpkin to show that you are giving away non-candy items and sign your address up so parents of children with allergies know that there are houses their kids can safely and happily trick or treat at! It’s a win-win! Plus, if you accidentally bought too much, it’s not like candy— just pack it away, pencils and fidget spinners will be good next year, too! :)