#and now i want to cry because of goddamn chicken

[skyrigel]

Guardian angel - the salesman

Kidnapping, manipulation, forced feeding, mild dumbification [ Read Guardian devil here ]

He watched your face, ridden of any turmoil. Sleep laden and lips parted, blissfully lost in a foreign dream.

It pleased him to see you sleeping so peacefully, in your dingy apartment with broken windows and leaking ceiling, loud hostile music coming from upstairs and poor regulator that did nothing to warm your room. The bed left your body sore and cold, there was no comfort there for a pretty one like you, so soft, so tender. But it's alright, he'd got you safe here baby.

As much as he loved watching you sleep, but it's been hours after he had taken you out from that shitty apartment, paid the six months due rent and slapped the landowner three times — for all the windows he never fixed and only asked for payments. Next he logged into your email, sent the resignation you had drafted months ago but never sent because there was no work except it. You don't need it now, you needed none of their bullshit. 

You belong to him, he'll take care of you.

“Easy…wake up now, sweetheart.” He cupped your face, skin warm and soft. Your lids slowly opened, expecting harsh day light that came through the broken panels, cheap curtains did nothing to block out the rays. 

There was none of it, your body felt rested and warm. 

“I..Y-you— this..” You scrambled back like a kitten spotted stealing bread. Banging your head hard against the headboard and pain ozzed up in short waves.  His big palm coming to rest on the back of your head and smoothing down the pain, “You must be hungry.” 

It wasn't a question, a statement.

“Who are you ?” You snapped back, trying not to waver your gaze at the tray he was hoisting up with careful, with a steaming bowl in between. 

“Chicken soup,” He said, then smiled like a devil masquerading an angel, “oh, me ?” 

“Who are you ?” you asked again, desperation pouring its way inside you. He was handsome, very handsome. 

“I am your everything baby. Your lover, your family, your angel….” His eyebrows tugged manically, “And your devil.” 

You bite your lips hard enough to draw blood, then open your mouth to say something, counter him. He wasn't. He wasn't. He — 

Meanwhile he blew the steam away from the scooped up herby soup, countering him wasn't something that would please him. You can be a brat all you want later, talk back all you like. He's here, he'll listen, maybe you should give him a list of all the people who've pissed you. That will be good, but for now you must eat and rest. He didn't want to drug you, but there was no other way. 

“Eat, love.”  He pushed as your lips parted, it wasn't hot enough to burn your tongue. He knew it as well.

“Is it good ? I made it for you.” 

Your eyes teared up, it tasted similar, it was the sort of thing that tasted like home, although you haven't known it for so long after your parents' home smelled too much like alcohol and bruises. 

“Hey, hey, hey —” He cooed, as much as he liked how puffy your lips became and goddamn those star like eyes. But it pulsed his heart to see you cry. “What happened ? Tell me.” His sleeve came up to wipe away the soup from the corner of your lips . 

You breathlessly shaked your head.

“Was it you who sent food every day ?” You looked up, eyes into eyes. He leaned forward, his hands holding up the tray.

“Don’t worry too much baby. I've got you.” He whispered, pressing his lips on your forehead and taken aback with your raised chin, a moment, then his lips met yours in a peck. He pulled away, you were all flushed, another moment. He kept the tray aside on the bed table, and smiled like the tempted devil. Slender fingers came and held your jaw hard, before he drank you up all the way in. His lips glided and pried open your mouth to let him get a taste of home, rawly he fucked his tongue in your mouth and felt his cock erect in the simple thought of using your mouth. His beautiful kitten, his cock slut.

It's alright, he's got you. His baby, all his.

[feitanii-ll]

∘ ˚𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝟰 𝗬𝗢𝗨!!

(nanami, kento x fem!reader)

(fluff)

nothing will alter the suffocating love and passion that nanami kento feels for his wife. practically joined to the hip, kento is to his wife like a moth to a flame— pushing and pursuing this shining star (being you), blindly and aimlessly, simply because he loves you, and wants to give you his all. show you that, God, you're all his. whether it's rubbing your feet after a long day of work (even after trying to convince you that you can stay home because he can do enough for the both of you to provide), or mumbling soft words into your shoulder as you hover over the stove to cook your shared dinner, sending your order of a chicken sandwich and avocado salad to your work for lunch— kento will do anything for his wife. his soul. his other half.

and he stands on that. very rarely does kento ever say no to you. how could he ever? you wanna eat there? it's always yes, baby. you're thinking about getting that shirt? yeah, baby, here's the card. take it to the register. can you call out of work? yes, honey. do you even have to ask? you're so sweet to him. so polite and loving, he wants to give you the world. he can't find himself in any situation in which he would say no.

except now...

"oh, would you just look at them," kento hears your praise for the umpteenth time in the 30 minutes you've been staring into the orangized array of fishtanks, the neon lights of the decorated aquatic home displaying on your skin as you get face to face with a multitude of dead-eyes gold fish. a petshop. a petshop of all places, he had to take you. in the background, there's the chittering of birds, bubbling of aquatic tanks and the occasional bark! from the vet center that's connected to the place.

"they're just so cute..." he hears you mutter. he knows you're playing it off as mumbling to yourself, when in reality, you want him to feel bad that he's yet to having said yes to buying the entire tank. or the other animals that were scattered amongst the store. "I wish we could have a tank..." you sigh dramatically, to which your husband groans in exasperation.

"sweetheart, please. you're making this very difficult for me." he sighs, running a rough hand over his face, rubbing the inner corners of his eyes with the pads of his thumb and index. "you don't know how to take care of them." he tells you in the most respectful way he can to his wife.

"I could learn, kenny," you whip around to face him "look at them!"

he looks tired and unimpressed. distressed, even, as he's fighting the desire to say yes and just buy the damn fish. and he could almost cry at how you stamp your foot lightly on the tiled floor in desperation to get him to understand, "they're so cute! look at them, kento. they're all squished in the tank and stuff." God, you're cute.

"they're fine, honey," he watches as you turn back to the tank and observe the small fish again, resting a hand on your shoulder to give it a reassuring squeeze. "they get taken care of. see?" he nod his head over to an unsuspecting worker nearby who was restocking the mini-fride of fish food. "safe and sound, dear. I'm sure they like it here." he doesn't know that.

"but they need a home.."

"you said that about the birds, my love." he smiles a little, lifting a brow in confusion.

"that still stands!" he watches you nod firmly, and for once, his princess was making it hard to not be that unrelenting-in-giving husband he strives to be.

"honey, I know you want them, but.. I'm certain you don't know a thing about taking care of fish," you go to cut him off, ready to protest, but he makes an 'aht aht ' sound, lifting a finger to stop you, to which you deflate.

"or birds. or hamsters, or rats, or, goddamn, my love, definitely not a tarantula." he reminds, referring to how just a few minutes ago, you were gushing over the fuzzy creature in its tank. "you just asked me to kill a spider for you last week. you'd hurt the poor thing." he explains, never getting angry or annoyed with you. his tone is that ever so gentle wave of sounds that you adore.

"—and I'd settle on getting you a bird, but they need lots of care, as do all pets. we're both too busy for that, now, aren't we?" kento hums, cupping your cheek and caressing with the pads of his thumb as he sees the look of disappointment on your pretty features.

"when we're truly, truly ready, dear— we can think about it more in depth. but don't get the animal simply because that big heart of yours is wanting to give them a home. it'll be alllright." he hums again, and you pout, knowing that there's a mountain of truth in his words.

you sigh, glancing away from the fishtank and leaning into his chest. he doesn't hesitate to wrap an arm around your shoulder, allowing you your right as his wife to smell that thick cologne that makes your head go all fuzzy and warm.

"there we are.." his voice drops an octive when you relent, silently agreeing to his point. "you're alright, mama. I know you've got a big heart. one day, baby, okay? just not today."

kento feels a sense of emptiness in telling you no, and he knows it's because the concept is so foreign to him. you're his princess. and, if he was irresponsible with his love for you (which, he is) he'd give you every animal in the shop your little heart desires.

"a rabbit..?" your voice snaps him out of his through as he begins to lead you out of the shop.

"hm?" the glances down at you, pushing the double doors open, waving briefly to to cashier who greets the two of you goodbye before his attention is on you again.

"a rabbit, kento? if we ever get the chance?" you ask, so so sweetly. he's a weak man for his wife.

"yes, sweetheart." he sigh with a knowing smile on his face. "yes. we'll look into it."

your smile is wide when you feel his soft lips against your cheek. you slip your hands out of the pockets of your hoodie, wrapping your arms around his middle as you both walk away towards the car.

"'kay.. love you, kento." you remind him. he chuckles, and the sound goes straight to your tummy, dropping and erupting in a cloud of butterflies.

"thank you, baby," he leans over your back, opening the car door for you, dipping his head down to kiss between your neck and shoulder as he does. "I love you more. you know that, yes?"

"yes, kento." you respond, tone wavering. he preens at your shy smile, and you have to make your way into the car, feeling that the pet mart parking lot was much too public for the display of affection.

"good. let's go home, baby." he shuts the car door.

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might be late to the nanami party, but hi.

[claritys-silly-things]

It’s that time again yall

Headcanons! It’s a long one this time

Emetophobia tw

- (I think I can classify this as modern) Rip sodapop curtis you would’ve loved saying “I’m just a girl 🎀”

- Soda never liked haircuts. When he was a small feral child his long hair would get tangled a lot, but he’s tender headed as FUCK so he would scream and cry when his momma brought the brush out. Darry put sodas hair into braids sometimes just for fun and soda didn’t mind bc it kept his hair from getting tangled, and then it didn’t hurt to brush. He’s always had really soft hair and it grows super fast.

- Jealous little soda asksjks (this was about soda being jealous over pony getting attention as a baby but I don’t wanna edit the original ramble I wrote down)

- When ponyboy was born he just kind of STARED. No crying or anything just 👁️👁️. Even Darry cried when he was born. Soda cried a lot.

- Adding on, Darry and pony were pretty quiet babies. They still cried for food and stuff sometimes but not a lot. Soda was a LOUDDD crier, and a frequent one too. It was the type of crying that sounds like it hurts the baby’s throat cause they’re shrieking their head off. Also soda would cry for, like, the first year of his life if he was ever handed to his dad.

- If Johnny survived the fire and got a wheelchair, he’d be running over people’s feet. Constantly. Just because. Or bc they asked for it. Either way, the moment he gets a hang of that wheelchair it is OVER for yall. And probably before that too.

- Ponyboy gets the same. Goddamn. Thing. At EVERY restaurant. Partly because it scares him to order anything else, partly because he’s picky asf. He makes sure it’s there on the menu and has his order memorized by now. “Chicken tenders, fries, and a Pepsi please.” He’s tried to ask for other things in the past like eggs, cuz he likes those, but the moment they asked him “how would you like them done” he just stared at Darry because he didn’t know what all the different types of eggs were, and now he’s scared bc he’s taking longer, and the server is still there, so he just got sunny side up eggs and they were slimy and he wanted to go home and cry (based on a true story sadly)

- Basically pony has anxiety and probably autism (so me)

- Ponyboy likes avocado. That’s it that’s the headcanon. It’s like one of the only healthy-ish things he’ll eat.

- Soda gets suuuper nauseous really easily, and pony gets carsick on occasion. So the first time pony went to a theme park, his family was scared that he would throw up like soda. They go on a ride and he’s like “yall im fine dawg.” Soda is jealous bc pony can go on rides unaffected (soda will still go on rides anyways, he just throws up afterwards)

- Pony is the most PALE ASS BITCH you’ve ever seen. He burns soo easily. His face gets red really quickly, no matter what’s going on. The only time he gets the slightest bit darker is when he burns and tans. Two-bit has been like “you ain’t white you translucent” multiple times because in the right lighting you can see pony’s veins. It’s even worse because soda and Darry tan so wonderfully, and pony looks like he had an allergic reaction if he doesn’t reapply his sunscreen when he’s supposed to. I feel like Mrs Curtis is the reason for this, she didn’t tan. Mr Curtis did tho.

- Pony has mild (severe) ocd

- Marcia’s last name is smith she is white-Hispanic on one side and Native American on the other thank you for coming to my TED talk

- Marcia is Cuban and Native American

- Marcia’s full name is Marcia smith that’s it that’s the end

It’s funny cuz I listed these things like three times and just forgot about the other two

- Twobit is Brazilian end headcanon

- Mr Curtis had autism and Mrs Curtis had inattentive adhd

- Mr Curtis was half Mexican on his mom’s side and half Irish on his dad’s side. Mrs Curtis was full Italian-American.

- Darrys the typa guy to make pony and soda turn off a show or movie if it talks about possession or like demonic stuff/soul stealing stuff

- (Modern au) Darry will get a text from ponyboy about something, like “can I go in your room rq” and he sees it but doesn’t actually open the text message until later and like, two hours later he’ll just respond “no” and thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

[scorpioracha]

Channie’s Room

I might be projecting justttt a little bit 🤪 but I know I needed this college student comfort so maybe others did too. If you like what I wrote don’t be shy and like,comment or reblog because they make my world go round. I hope you enjoy! Pls validate me

-Just imagine going straight to Chan’s studio after a long day of classes. All you have to do is send that man a text saying you’re having a hard day and his studio is suddenly empty of all members, a silly little coincidence

He threatened each member not to barge in via their gc

-Seoul is a busy and overstimulating place as is any major city and you didn’t necessarily go to school very close to the JYP building so Channie keeps you entertained your entire public transit ride by sending you texts about what the kids were up to during the day or how Chaeryeong whooped Changbins ass for the third time that week

-anything really to keep your mind of your own stress

-he would never say it but with the whole Eldest™ he has going on you being stressed stresses him out because why is one of his people stressed???

-while making sure you’re calm and okay his mind is racing with every possible outcome for why you could be having a hard time. Period? Sick??? Professor troubles????

-by the time you arrived at the studio he already has a plan made up in his mind to sue the entire department you’re studying in—students and all🤡

-he would set you up all nice and comfy on the couch while doing the quickest checklist for possible injuries or mental distress

-homie is fluffing the pillows next to you like ‘hmmm no bruises🧠📝’

-he’s a worrier and he’s not ashamed of it

-he’s great at keeping it all in his head

-until your eyes get all glassy and you’re sniffling

- be ready for an interrogation🤡 what’s going on? Are you okay? Who did it? Was it that Professor? He never liked that fucking Professor—

-he’s got himself so worked up you couldn’t help but giggle through your tears and you spend the next few minutes calming him down. No one did anything. The Professor you have is lovely. You were just feeling overwhelmed with the workload and knew his studio was a safe place to be, because he was there. now you’ve got him blushing and stuttering and his ears are hot.

-after he gets over himself he turns on Serious Chan mode and is asking you if you’ve had food and water for the day, If you’re sleeping well,etc

-he wants to make sure you’re physically okay and that your urgent needs are met before he gets into the mental with you

-it’s okay if you cry because he’s there to wipe your tears and he’s asking you how long you’ve felt like this, are you seeing an professionals? Because he would drop everyone dollar to his last dime to make sure you’re alright inside and out

-not doing well in a subject? Boom, he somehow knows another idol who aced that subject back when they were in school. Not sleeping well? Wowie the pharmacy is only a ten minute walk away and they have melatonin. He knows you’re eating because he’s made it a habit of you guys sending pics of your meals to each other 1)because it’s fun and 2)he knows how busy life can get for both of you and it’s a good way to keep you accountable

-you better drink your goddamn water because he has no problem dragging your ass into a hospital and asking them to give you an IV

-once you’ve cried your eyes out practically and your head is clear Channie always has spare towels for you to wipe down your face and he’s looking at you with a big grin asking if you wanna try out a new chicken place with him

-you’re always welcome in Chan’s studio, it days like this reminded you how appreciated you are

[ciellunee]

Seeing him tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Pairing- Nanami kento X reader

Chapter 2- And I know we're done, I know we're through,But, God, when I look at you

Synopsis- kento Nanami is your ex-boyfriend. He's cold, stoic, and more importantly, the crush of your new friend. Being the good friend you always are, you should keep your hands off him, but..... can you?

Chapter 1-

Nanami kento recently rejoined jujustsu high, and you couldn't understand your feelings regarding the news. Texting nanami was either the best or the worst decision, but thankfully for you, it didn't go that bad....

You knew nanami. This is exactly how he responds... he's a stoic man. You knew everything yet your stomach churned, as if expecting something different. "He moved on, and so should I," was your mantra. You kept chanting it. It was stupid, but it reminded you of the necessary.

Packing your lunch, you knew you'll meet him today since every teacher at jujutsu High shares the same staff room. You promised to compose yourself. You have to. You want to you need to.

It was quite a hectic day. Your eyes tearing and burning from working long hours in dim light. The autopsy was rather difficult because of the cursed technique used. Finally, after filling out the report analysis, you opened your phone, getting tons of messages from the group chat.

The idea of your co-worker and your ex-boyfriend together made you nauseous. You never thought about it, nanami with some other girl, it was made you break into cold sweat. You never got to move on. Why does he? He broke your heart. He made your life harder, every night you'd cry yourself to sleep wishing that kento would reverse his decision of leaving you and just come back to you after all, wasn't he truly happy with you too?

Pushing the thoughts aside, you checked the time. 3:25, the lunch was over, and you were starving. Since all your work for the day was finished, you decided to eat your lunch in peace in the empty staff room.

Your bento box had eggs and chicken with rice and curry in different smaller containers. Everything was freshly prepared by you that morning. You remember how kento loved having your meals because they just "tasted better and fresh."

Your peace was soon interrupted by the staff room door opening. The blond you didn't really wished to see standing in the doorway. He took one glance at you, his poker face doesn't show any emotion. You shift uncomfortably trying to focus on your food as you scroll through the recipe book on your desk.

The blonde took his seat at the corner of the table and took out a book himself. You couldn't help but look at him. His face was stressed yet somehow relaxed. His crisp suit had no crease, and you knew he smelled absolutely amazing. You missed being in his arms. The only thing you wanted was for him to pull you in his arms and let you marinate in the aroma of him and his cologne. A sigh escapes your lips.

No class? You ask

None. I thought taking a break to read would be nice. What about you? Didn't see you at lunch

Ah, I had a case, quite a difficult one. Was finishing up reports during lunch. I'm starving. You motioned to the bento box, "want some?"

He loved your cooking, but you were sceptical if you crossed a line asking him to eat.

Sure. He smiled. Goddamn that smile.

He came closer and took a seat beside you. Taking a pair of chopsticks, kento dug into your lunch. Smiling as he enjoyed the nostalgic taste. The vegetables tasted fresh and crisp. Chicken was well seasoned and rice was perfectly cooked. You just knew how to hit the spot.

"Delicious!" He commented, and took another bite of rice and chicken. I've missed your cooking so much. He said, not paying attention to your now reddened cheeks.

Suddenly you were too full to eat anything. In awe to see your kento delightfully eating. You loved that man and no matter how much time passes, you cannot let go.

A sudden click of door takes you out of your thoughts, it's Midori along with Yuuji Itadori who's carrying a bunch of papers for her.

"Sensei!" Little angel greets you before turning to nanami.

Nanamin! Ooh, gojo sensei was looking for you, I'll tell you you're here with y/n sensei.

Your chuckle makes nanami a little embarrassed. 'Don't call me thar itadori kun. And no need to call gojo San over. I'll contact him myself Don't worry.'

"But I think it's a cute name nanami San..."

Midori your newest friend and co-worker whined, placing the papers on her desk she sat on the edge of the table in front of nanami. Na-Na-MiN sounds adorable.

Midori's voice made something inside you snap but you had to keep your cool, after all, you guys weren't together or anything. Yuuji excused himself while nanami and midori went on bout their days. Jealousy wasn't even near what you felt. A part of you was sad seeing kento so happy and cheerful while talking to midori, he deserved it all but just why.......why couldn't it be with you???

[emylilas]

Hello, hello, it's me yet again ✨

I hope you know the image of Luna desperately trying to avoid the goddamned stupid fucking pigeons and stay graceful and not scream is now engraved into my skull 💀

My favourite dish... Gods this is so hard, on one hand I am a big foodie and on other I have a bunch of sensory issues aka problems with textures. Okay I suppose I should skip traditional dishes because that might reveal a thing or two. Also how do I pick only one thing? Okay salmon pasta, lasagna, or my mother's chicken risotto. And I'll take chocolate mousse any day of the year!

Now, since this is my last ask before the posting, I have a little something for you:

⛈️💦🙍🏻‍♀️💂🏻‍♀️☹️🙏🏻👑🤍✨☹️😠😡🤬😰😭🙍🏻‍♀️🌌🌫️🌪️⚡😱😵💅🏻🙏🏻🛡️⛑️📚🗄️🔎💛✨🤍😊🦌🐇🦢😼✨🥺🤭🌈💖🥂

Tada! Your gift in emojis, I hope you enjoy trying to decipher it.

I want you to know I had so so much fun talking with you and trying to figure out all the pieces of your gift! I cannot wait for you to see it. Now I'm off to add some final touches, pick a nice paper and a bow, and pack your present!

Hope you're having a nice time in these last days of 2024! 🤍

I AM SO EXCITED!😻 😤🙀

From what I understand, there's going to be a storm, and then people will get soaked, a woman will be unhappy that she's soaked, she might become or already be a member of the queen's guard, and she's unhappy about it. Then, she'll beg the queen to have a white wedding (oui, oui, it makes perfect sense). It seems the queen might refuse, hence the disappointed, then progressively angrier little men. Once anger vanishes, it's time to cry. Eventually the pain is just numbness.

Then, it's the calm before the storm. Maybe Aster Dell, because there's a thunderbolt. And people are shocked, yet, they still find the time to have a manicure. Shocked people can have nice nails.

They pray some more, to someone wearing a shield and a helmet. And that person throws books at them. The entire accident is hidden from the public and locked in the queen's drawers when no one will find any records.

Then, some investigations start because someone's heart is yellow and it might be a rare case of jaundice (which still makes sense (I mean, kind of) because yellow is jaune in French). They heal the yellow heart with stardust and then, time to propose a white wedding again. This time, everyone is happy. Yay!

Farah's best man/bridesmaid is a reindeer, Luna's a rabbit, and a swan who was just passing by is officiating the wedding. WATCH OUT! A mischievous cat in the assembly has some devilish plans to accomplish. The cat makes fireworks happen to celebrate the wedding. People say "aaaawww" and chuckle. And there's a rainbow because lesbians, and they lived happily ever after.

I feel like I might be close.

That was very fun to think about! I still have no idea what this is about but I know I'll love it for sure!! Thank you so much for all those great asks you sent me, it was always a lot of fun and it really threw back into my Fate and Lunrah feels! You clearly helped unlock my writer's block ❤️

And just so you know, I still have 0 clue who you might be. I can't wait to find out!!

(And chocolate mousse any day of the year for me too... if you want or ar in need of a nice recipe, I have one for you!!)

Have a lovely Christmas if you celebrate, if not, enjoy the time off the festivities might give you ☃️🎄

[the-bjd-community-confess]

TW: Sexualization of (fictional) minors/shipping discourse

Mod: batch 5 of these, so anons who need to can avoid the topic

1. if you have an opinion on shipping discourse/fiction purity/all that stupid BS, i just hope your dolls snap in half. don't care what the opinion is. go outside. shut the fuck up. get any other kind of life than the one you're living. you people -- all of you people, every single one of you people -- are literally the worst and most annoying people online and if all of you just up and vanished nothing, i mean nothing, of value would be lost. stop shitting up the doll blog for god's sake.

~Anonymous

2. Mini DDs are either hypersexualized or heavily child coded. Yes, there's overlap, but I have yet to see a nice MDD that isn't dressed like a toddler, a whore, or some combination of the two.

~Anonymous

3. Sorry to bring up this topic again. A reminder of how this all started, I guess, was with the Angelphilia doll. I went and looked and was genuinely confused... I'm sorry but as a CSA survivor who was abused from infancy to age 6, pedophilia refers specifically to pre-pubescent children... that doll does not look pre-pubescent, she looks like every other anime girl of an ambiguous high school age. It really bothers me as a survivor when people misuse and conflate terms. It's also really upsetting to see people equate fictionalized sexualization of post-pubescent representations of minors to actual, real abuse of children. Maybe this makes some of you uncomfortable but if it can be a tool to prevent abuse of real children, idc about fiction. Don't look at it if it upsets you or triggers you. Stop seeking it out. You are an adult now, you are not the victimized child anymore. Or, if you are so concerned, please get involved with a real organization that works in intervention and prevention of child sexual abuse and stop white knighting on the internet over fiction. Please. I wish there had been so many "concerned citizens" to intervene and protect me and the other victims of my biological father, as there are who make confessions about a piece of plastic.

~Anonymous

4. All we said was putting obviously underage characters in suggestive situations is fucking gross and we will block your disgusting ass if you post it, and sure enough the lolicon/shotacon defenders crawled out of the goddamn woodwork with their stupid little handbooks full of strawman arguments and smug fucking attitudes to scream at us to try to say we're the ones who need to touch grass or Let People Enjoy Things™ or whatever fucked up braindead holier-than-thou stance they're taking. God shut the hell up. I'm tired if seeing your disgusting asses showing up and defending this goddamn shit, you fucking pedos.

~Anonymous

5. I don't give a fuck about your issues, I still don't want lolicon in my fucking hobby and no smoothbrain pervert will make me feel otherwise

~Anonymous

6.Re: CSA

This hobby is full of Chicken Littles that see CSA everywhere. Most of you will never be reasonable about this. To the other reasonable people out there in BJDLand, do your own thing, and when one of these Chicken Littles starts squawking at you, go hard on them with ban hammers and legal threats for stalking and harassment. Scorch the earth around them so they will never bother you again. That, or make private places where you and other reasonable people can hang out. I know of a place already where reasonable BJD people hang out and you Chicken Littles can’t touch them. In b4 “Bait!” “You’re creepy Anon!” and so on. Go. Cry. Moar while being keyboard warrior slactivists.

~Anonymous

Mod: Reasonable People is doing a lot of heavy lifting here Anon, even as your neutral Mod I'm not sure that's the phrase I'd use for this

7. "Ch*ld s*x sells" is fucking disgusting, but to the right market, it is the truth. If you think that's not the case, you haven't been around long enough to see what most of us have seen. I've seen an entire fandom go to shit because the pedos flooded it and made it stigmatized to even be associated with the related media. It's sickening to watch go down in real time, and I absolutely refuse to sit by and watch the same thing happen in this hobby. At this point I'm convinced we're all yelling at the same person and their sock accounts anyway. But stop glorifying it. Stop normalizing it. Stop excusing it. Stop "boo hoo just don't look lol"-ing it. Stop "live and let live"-ing it. Stop "fuck you I'm a survivor and this shit is harmless so here's some shotacon I made hurrdurr die mad"-ing about it. Stop "I'm gonna accuse you of wasting authority resources on it because there's no victim involved lmao shut up"-ing it. Stop "lel touch grass and let me enjoy my lolicon"-ing it. Just stop. You're disgusting.

~Anonymous

8. Keep screaming at me all you want, I'm still going to call out and fight against lolicon in this hobby

~Anonymous

Mod: Batch post reply to a previous one:

9. "'It’s still just as gross as the real thing' This line, this line alone made you honestly the biggest asshole and I hope you're fucking ashamed. I hope you grow the fuck up and look in the mirror and see what a fucking dumbass you were saying this with 100% confidence."

I said what I said you fucking clown, die mad about it or go touch grass and fuck back off this blog where you belong

~Anonymous

10. I can't wait for the FCSAM debate to be over from this blog, there's too many dangerous and predatory opinions being given weight here and people are far too comfortable with their gross takes. Suggestive depictions of minors are fucking gross. Bottom line. If you disagree, you should be shunned.

~Anonymous

11. You know what is weord to me? I'm not seeing people screaming that your doll is LITERALLY THE SAME as REAL sexual abuse. Obvi that is dumb af. But we, as a group, need to understand that normalizing the sexualization of child features (yes, AP nono, YES panty shots of MDD) is not ok. The main point is that it validates and creates a safe space for pedo-like thoughts. Is that what we want?

~Anonymous

[changelingsandothernonsense]

15 Questions for 15

Hey @mareenavee and @friend-of-giants thanks for the tag. I am lazy so idk who else to tag XD

1. are you named after anyone?

Nope, mum found my name in an Irish name book and liked it. Though technically my name is the Irish spelling of her name which has the Irish pronunciation. My mum is named after her Aunt who didn't make it through WWII. Fun.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Maybe about 3 years ago... I ah, do not have a strong crying ability. I get more of a nausea reaction in place of it. It takes a lot for it to be more than like a few sobs either...I just lost the ability a very long time ago.

3. do you have kids?

Nope, not sure I want them tbh.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

It's my first language. ;)

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

I am unco to the point of it being dangerous. So I was never very good at sports, with a few exceptions. I danced as a kid and wasn't too bad at it. I also took up archery for a bit but got sick and stopped doing it.

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people?

Eyes and facial expressions, I over analyse a bit.

7. eye colour?

Blue, on the cornflower spectrum.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Depends on my mood, to be honest. I won't turn down a corny horror movie or an even cornier comedy horror. I love zombie movies. I don't like sappy, so I'm not big into romance that lays it on thick, that weird nauseous reaction. Happy endings can be boring for me, I like satisfying endings. Sometimes I want terror so...

9. any special talents?

Outside of the crap I peddle here? I'm pretty good at baking, geography and I can twist my feet inward to a weird angle XD

10. where were you born?

Australia, not in the same state I currently live in.

11. what are your hobbies?

Art and Archaeology were kinda things that started as hobbies but I earn money from those now. I'm an amateur astronomer, which I would have pursued if I could do maths XD. Obviously, I like playing video games...a lot. I use to read more but I'm dealing with a lot of research fatigue so it's been hard for me to keep focus on anything because the words have been moving around the page again XD. I watch birds.

12. do you have any pets?

I have a dog, Lenny, a chicken, Cecily, a budgie, Sam and two fish, Sybil and Skeletor.

13. how tall are you?

5'8, if my spine wasn't a spring I'd be 5'9 but S-shaped spine's a bitch.

14. fave subject in school?

I was the art kid, I took all the art classes. I was also good at HSIE (History and Geography basically) and most of the Sciences, I wasn't too bad at English either outside of spelling and grammar issues XD

Of course, I also stopped showing up to school so technically my favourite subject was wagging (skipping class). (How I got out with top marks is a goddamn mystery to me XD)

15. dream job?

Archaeologist, heading digs, or teaching the stuff that I found on digs :D

I'm doing my masters in it now and I do a bit of historical consulting. Most of my money is from freelance illustration but I'd love to just make my own art without worrying about money. I just don't think I could carry a Patreon tbh.

[tuxedokit-thoughts]

i want to kill myself

im not going to, but mom says i should write my feelings out. says itll help me feel better

and. i mean. i know its worked before. i have this whole thing to prove it

see even just tryping that much helped a little. at least enough that ny urges are back in the harm territory and not in yhe kill territory. which isnt great. but. yknow. ill take what i can get? i guess?

i dont know anymore. it feels like theres this gaping hole in my chest, and everything i have and everything i am is just pouring and pouring and pouring out of it until there is nothing. i dont want to be nothing.

but maybe it would be easier than this

i hardly got out of bed today. i didnt get dressed, i only ate because my brother was so gracious as to bring me a bowl of canned chicken noodle soup. he put a little rosemary in it, "to make it fancy," he said. it wasnt perfection, but it was the best goddamn soup i had ever tasted in that moment. he used the last clean bowl for it. its his favourite too, a kirby themed ramen bowl with holes for chopsticks and everything.

chicken noodle isnt even my favourite soup. fi think its just. how loved i felt? when he carried that bowl into our cramped little room from our cramped little living room.

i was standing like. an hour ago? and he asked me to try to clean a bowl for him. (he does all the household chores, save for dishes. we both hate them, but i can barely do shit else, so one really shitty chore is better than a mountain of decent ones)

i took one look at our sink, so full of dirty shit you can hardly see the faucet, and i tyrned around and let myself fall limp, face first on my bed.

i put the blanket over my feet, so that if he came in he wouldnt have to see them (even the thought of feet disgusts him, i think)

he did come in, but i dont think he realized how hard it had been for me to even do that. i think all he saw was a whiny, ungrateful, pathetic mound of flesh under a blanket. someone so useless it couldnt even clean a single bowl for him without falling apart.

i heard him clean his own bowl. i have never felt so guilty for doing absolutely fucking nothing.

he already puts up with so much shit from me. im a drug addicted, mentally unstable, sorry excuse for a person.im trying, god im trying so fucking hard, but every day is harder than the last, it seems.

still. he deserves better than this.i dont know why he bothers.

... i keep finding myself scratching my cat scratches from earlier today. it stings. i feel like i deserve it.

i know thats not true. but honestly? scratching at my hand and wrist is better than actually doing something, right? its just a sting on fresh skin. no blood, no fresh wounds. just the pain thats already there. just poking at my bruises so i feel something other than this crushing despair

god. i cant believe i said that. i mean thats a totally normal thing to say in a crisis. ive just soiled my mind with references and medias and now i cant be normal about anything haha

anyway

uh

yeah.

...

i still hate myself. but. i guess this helped me stop crying as much? i dont know. i dont know anything anymore

thats not true

i know my wrist hurts. like a cat scratch, it stings on the back, mostly because thats what it was, at first. from where both my cats claws and my own found themselves digging into my skin, i can feel a bump when i glide my finger over it. and every time the pain gets too dull, too quiet, i let my nail return to its little groove and pull, just for a moment.

i know my heart hurts. like i have been carved open, my contents unceremoniously dumped on the floor. my blood spills out on the floor over my organs and my thoughts, and as i try to clean it up the lead in my veins says stop. and so i lay there, on the ground, next to the contents of the person i have become. it is all blackened by tar and resin.

i know that every breath i have taken today has felt like a chore. like slogging out of bed at 5:45 in the morning to get ready for school, knowing i wont learn shit because all my energy will be focused on holding myself together, or at least keeping myself from shattering altogether. ill just slog through another page of the textbook, wondering why i bothered when i couldve just stayed home.

i know i am loved. even if i dont feel it. even if i dont deserve it.

i know i never had a choice in any of this

...

i know that. for now. ill keep dragging myself out of bed. keep breathing. scratch my wrist so i dont cut it.

and maybe tomorrow ill apologize to everyone whos had to put up with me

{16/11/2023}

[percentstardust]

continued from here | @itscreame

Tatum has been all over the place when it comes to him. She is still having a hard time processing this, she's still trying to separate the Stu she knew growing up from the Stu sitting across from her so out of reach now. It not make sense. None of this made any sense. She's holding onto the phone. She should not even be here in the first place. He tried to kill her. He wanted to kill Sidney, Randy, her brother, and even his own goddamn best friend. He tried to kill her. She has not had contact with him since his arrest and since she had to speak on the stand during his trial.

And during all of this, the symptoms of pregnancy started to plague her. The morning sickness came first. Then the nausea and her breasts being sensitive. It was only a matter of time until she convinced Dewey to go with her to the hospital because she did not trust those pregnancy tests you could buy at the drug store. In fact, he stayed with her the entire visit. She did not want to be alone when the doctor came back with the results and she was glad he stayed with her. She wanted to scream and cry. She wanted to throw something. She starting sobbing and Dewey had to calm her down. Maybe, if her boyfriend wasn't a murdering psychopath, she would not have reacted so dramatically. She knows she is just shy of turning eighteen and that she's young still. They could have made it work. It would have been hard for the two of them at first. Tatum loved Stu and she saw herself maybe even marrying him before all of this. When he finally asked her out, she was excited to date him. Stu was everything to here and now....now it's all ruined.

"I should hate you. I do hate you. Trust me, I am veyr angry with you and I probably will never forgive you." She finally speaks. Which brings her to now. To why she let Sidney drive her here because her anxiety was too bad to drive on her own. To why she is even bothering to visit him of all people. She still loves him and she hates him for it. She hates him for that and she hates him for putting a baby in her just to go and mess everything up. Tatum is well aware of her options when it comes to her unborn child. She even sat outside of an abortion clinic debating on whether she should get one or not. She chickened out while waiting to be checked in for one.

"But, I still love you. It's fucked up, right?" She's trying her best not to start crying. She pauses when he says he says he didn't want to hurt her. "Then what the fuck is this?' Her arm is held up to displace the now healing cut on her arm. "What the fuck is this? Why would I want to break you? I'm a bitch, sure, but, I'm not that bad of a person! Unlike you. Tell me Stu, did you ever care about me? Or did you just start dating me because of your stupid movie plot?" She is not sure she will believe his answer no matter what it is. "Did you ever care about me at all?"

[ennaku-sirri-da]

EDIT: I removed the "W"'s because it felt too unnecessary

--

K IM DROPPING ONE MORE HC AND NAPPING MY GOD FASTING( FOR RAMZAN) IS MAKING ME SO GODDAMN HUNGY

Plain text: K I'm dropping one more HC AND napping my god fasting( for ramzan) is making me so goddamn hungry

CONSIDER: Putunia also picking up Habit's speech patterns.

I wrote a little something like this a while back actually. I don't want to post the whole thing but here's excerpts. For some context here- Buddy and Rose( me and my friends OCs, a Habitician and a Flower Kid, a dubiously humanlike cat person and a rose-flower nymph. ) can't figure out what Habit is( cryptid, cartoon, evil, misguided, vampire, human?) so they go around asking every Habitican about him. Keep in mind this is an AU so it has NON- CANON elements.

Also TBH everything I've written here doesn't necessarily have to be AU canon because I'm putting it on indefinite pause...so IDK, man. But I still thought it's neat enough to share.

Here's Putunia's take...(not the whole thing, which I won't be posting ) I'll provide plaintext under the cut!

Setting: We've just questioned the punchiest kid around, who is now officially Regaling us around a campfire, her midnight cape blowing as the fire lights her acting-out up in brush strokes of orange, red and yellow against the dark sky.

THE MENACE!!!!

SHHH.

SHOOSH SHUSH. BE VARY QUIET NOW BIG KID AND BIG KITTY WITTY

HE HEARS

ALL

BEEG COTTON FLUFFY EARS

LIKE THE EVIL DRAGON!

IN LEETLE RED RIDING HOOD

"ALLLL THE BETTERRRR TO HEARR YOU WITH MY DEARRRR-IEEE!!!"

GOODNESS GOODERESTNESS!!! WHAT BEEGBEEG HANDS YOU HAVE!

"THE BEEEETTERRRR TO HUGGGG YOU WITHHH MY DEARRR-IEEE!!~~~"

AND

AND!!!

DONT JUMP SCAREDY KITTY!! HEE HEEE!! ITS JUST A STORY!

FLOWER POWER HERO #2 ROSE IS A WEAK LITTLE BABY. MORE BABIE THAN ME. HE CAN'T CARRY YOU!

ANYWAY

*clears throat* HURRUFF-HUR-AHEH-AHEH

OHKAY! SO!

THE MOST SPINE-BURNING, AFFRIGHTENING, CHICKENS WILL EXPLODED, HERRORIZING PART!

AT THE MOMENT

YOU ARE LEAST EXPECTATING

"GRANDMAMMMAAA DEAR!! WHAT SHARRRPPP TEEFS YOU HAVE!"

HE!

JUMPS!!!!

BEEG

BEEG MOUTH OPEN AT YOU

LAUGHING! SNORTING! BWA HA HA HA! SO BRIGHT!

FIRE BALL

BEEG ONE!! WOWWWWW

[ skip excerpt..]

RUN!

HEE HEE. SILL-EE BUTTI. BUDY. BUDDEDY. DONT BE A PUSSYILANIMOUS NOW.

YOU NEED TO BE BRAVE! [...] DONT CRY! NEVER CRY! BE STRONG! GOOD GIRL! GOOD GIRL! COME HERE TO ME! I WIN!!!!!

[ skip excerpt..]

YOU TWO FLOWER HEROES WILL ALSO WIN

WHEN HE SAYING

"ALLLL THE BETTER TO EATTTTT YOU WITH!!!!!!!" SCREAM!!!!! SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

PUTUNIA THE MIDNIGHT PETUNIA KNIGHT ALSO KNOWS ALL! LIKE THE MENACE. BUT SHE IS GOOD. A VERY GOOD LITTLE GIRLIE.

THATS WHAT MAMA MENACE HABIT TOLDEN ME!

HES ALWAYS ALWAYS TELLING ME THAT SOMETIMES I GET BORED AND HIT HIM SOFT THUMP ON HIS SILLY HEAD SO HE STOPS SAY-SAY

SOOOO LONG TIME! ITS HORRIBLE! I LUVER MY MUMMY SO MUCH! BAD! VERY BAD! HES HURTING ALL! YOU! ME! BUDDY!

TALKING YAKKING PUPPET PAPPING BLAPALAPPING SINCE HE STEALED ME AWAY FROM THE BAD PARENTS IN MY SEVENTH FOSTER HOME AT SCARY DARK NIGHT WHEN HE SINGY-SINGY BEAUTIFUL SONG AND I WAS SLEEPY SEEPY ME ZZZZZ......

ZZZZ...

SNORT

HES...A ....MAMA...DRAGON...EVIL.....WARM...WINGS....BEG...BEEG.....

ZZZ

BLOOP.

( She's asleep. )

❤️❤️❤️

( three red hearts divider )

I have a WHOLE THING about Habit and dragons hopefully I'll have the energy later to provide more HSSJK

On a lighter note than this what aboutttt:

:- ) [ Smile emote with straight nose showing Habit ] ----> to :O ) ( Smile emote with big O nose showing Putunia )

Plaintext under the cut!

The Menace!!!!

Shhh.

Shoosh shush. Be vary quiet now big kid and big kitty witty

He hears

All

Beeg cotton fluffy ears

Like the evil dragon!

In leetle red riding hwood

"Allll the betterrrr to hearr you with my dearrrr-ieee!!!"

Goodness gooderestness!!! What beegbeeg hands you have!

"The beeeetterrrr to hugggg you withhh my dearrr-ieee!!~~~"

And

And!!!

Dont jump scaredy kitty!! Hee heee!! Its just a story!

Flower power hero #2 rose is a weak little baby. More babie than me. He can't carry you!

Anyway

*clears throat* hurruff-hur-aheh-aheh

Ohkay! So!

The most spine-burning, affrightening, chickens will exploded, herrorizing part!

At the moment

You are least expectating

"Grandmammmaaa dear!! What sharrrppp teefs you have!"

He!

Jumps!!!!

Beeg

Beeg mouth open at you

Laughing! Snorting! Bwa ha ha ha! So bright!

Fire ball

Beeg one!! Wowwwww

[ skip excerpt..]

Run!

Hee hee. Sill-ee butti. Budy. Buddedy. Dont be a pussyilanimous now.

You need to be brave! [...] dont cry! Never cry! Be strong! Good girl! Good girl! Come here to me! I win!!!!!

[ skip excerpt..]

You two flower heroes will also win

When he saying

"Allll the better to eattttt you with!!!!!!!" scream!!!!! Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

Putunia the midnight petunia knight also knows all! Like the menace. But she is good. A very good little girlie.

Thats what mama menace habit tolden me!

Hes always always telling me that sometimes I get bored and hit him soft thump on his silly head so he stops say-say

Soooo long time! Its horrible! I luver my mummy so much! Bad! Very bad! Hes hurting all! You! Me! Buddy!

Talking yakking puppet papping blapalapping since he stealed me away from the bad parents in my seventh foster home at scary dark night when he singy-singy beautiful song and I was sleepy seepy me zzzzz......

Zzzz...

Snort

Hes...A ....Mama...Dragon...Evil.....Warm...Wings....Beg...Beeg.....

Zzz

Bloop.

( She's asleep.)

[coredrill]

reading my like. fifth gridman universe summary and whoever wrote this is describing everything in the most out of pocket fashion like 😩 spoilers under the cut ofc

src

starting off strong RIGHT outta the gate with

LMAO????? I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE TRAILER BEING STRAIGHTBAITING I JUST HAD THE WRONG FUCKIN CHARACTER!!! like i realize there’s some uh. artistic liberties goin on here with the phrasing HOWEVER until i see the film for myself i am choosing to live in the universe where all four of gridman’s MCs are canon bi 😌 move the fuck over gridman, this is ssss.bisexuality now

CRYING AT THIS. POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW………..WAS THIS WHY HE EATS LIVE CRABS FROM THE RIVERBED. FUCKED UP IF TRUE. I LOVE HIM

valid, this happens to me too whenever i go for a run

💀💀.

obsessed w the implication that “two humans get inside a very large human-appearing being” does not need an explanation but “kaiju that was already Special gets a new form” does

i see you amemiya . also don’t wanna count my chickens before they hatch but this seems like such a nice arc for rikka? like i’ll have to actually see the film to be certain but it’s nice that she’s able to acknowledge what akane means to her, still want to be with akane, make the decision that her grief over akane isn’t more important than akane’s real happiness, honor what she had with akane on her own terms, AND THEN move on and accept yuuta’s confession. again i might be calling the shots too early but it seems like a nuanced and mature way to do “bisexual character ends up with character of opposite gender” without making it a “gay phase” or “oh they were REALLY just straight all along” (or at least better than honoka kzn or mitsuru frnxx 🥴) like it’s nice that she tells yuuta it’s good he waited so long to confess so that she could actually develop interest in him AND grapple w akane. i like that.

ALSO. I JUST WANTED TO SAY. I WAS RIGHT LMAO I CALLED IT THE THIRD THING WASN’T RECEIPTS BUT

TWO MONTHS AGO……………….I UNDERSTAND GAUMA WITH MY SOUL

and last but not least, a rite of passage

also unrelated but goddamn today has been “i knew i loved gauma but i didn’t know i loved him THAT MUCH” day 😭😭😭 i’ve cried over his neon genesis suit three separate times and i literally am looking forward to seeing this movie so much?? like!!!! i picked him as my fav before i even saw the show cause i fucking LOVEEEE his design so goddamn much and then he was a goofball mecha pilot and it was all well and good AND FUCKING THEN. he goes and finds some wayward people and loves them so goddamn hard in his own bizarre way and it challenges them all to grow and change and be better and it SCARS them too but they embrace it because they love him right back and then at the end he straight up says that it’s okay that he never found his princess, that he still loves her but now he has the dyna crew and they’re good enough on that same level and HAHXHCNFNCNMCJCJDJSJXJDN. unsurprisingly i am devouring an admission of platonic love equivalent to romantic love, who’d have guessed!!!! and i’ve just been so so happy that i get to see more of him in the future, even in his rex form, and i’ve felt so GOOD all day because i have that to look forward to 😭😭😭 sorry for being too sincere abt this but I AM FEELING THINGS ABOUT MEDIA and holy fucking shit i am so happy that gauma exists 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[opposite-idol]

Famous

I want to write I want to write something Want to say everything I’ve ever been feeling But I suddenly feel bad for putting it here, before it has a chance to reach your ears And suddenly I don’t want anyone to be mad

For so long I really couldn’t care less I still can’t But now everything’s gone public I’ve got an image to keep too I cry about all the messages they send you Not the hate, no, I know you can handle that But all the people who say you saved their life

And I feel bad I don’t think I’m one of them You try to tell me I never needed savin’ Then turn around and claim I saved you What a heavy role to bear the saviors savior It’s for this, that to all of you, my soul, I wish I could bare

So I try to write I try to write something I try to share everything I’ve ever been feeling But the thing is I suddenly feel okay saying I never wanted you to know me Only wanted to be seen in the spotlight Wanted to be just a mime in your eyes Didn’t want anyone to want words from me But didn’t want to be seen moving Just wanted to be far away enough for my image to be barely made out So we would never have to feel like we’d have to share it every time we make out

Why do you want us? Isn’t it enough just to know we’re in love? Why do you want to hate us? Isn’t it enough just to know we’re already famous? Why do you love us? Isn’t a simple image enough?

I pay homage to every alter of myself Just to prove I’m loved Just to prove to myself I’ve finally reached mime status Even if I’m quiet, even if I’m far away from you You’re still there You’re still there You’re still there

Why do you want us? Why do you think you own us? Why do you love us? Why do I care? Why do I care? Why can’t I just be thankful for it? Why do I always gotta ask so many goddamn questions? Why can’t I just accept it? Why Why can’t I just settle for love from everyone? Why does it feel like it’s still not enough? Am I really that down on my luck? No, I’m not But maybe I feel like this because I needed them to save us But you claim I’ve never needed saving No, not from you not from anyone else But maybe the thing is Maybe I needed to save myself But you’re the one who opened my eyes who opened my eyes to all the space I’d need to finally be able to unfold myself in front of everybody

But I can’t stop asking so many questions If I don’t actively search for answers Then I will never sleep So maybe some part of me does need saving But why do I care so much? Is it because I don’t know why you love us? Why do you love us? Why do you want us? Is it because we’re famous? We don’t want to share So why are you so insistent? Why do you want to know us? Is it because we’re famous? Why do you love us? Why do you hate us? Is it because we’re famous? But which came first, the chicken or the egg? Was it fame that made you love us? Or was it your love that made us famous?

[tefibetancourt]

tefi was a catholic in name only, her family never caring about the church beyond christmas and easter, but she was now sure they must be a god because how else would she come across seb and cj on that fateful night? they were like two angels that descended from the heavens while she sobbed on the curb outside the waterway diner, arriving just in time so she didn’t have to sleep on a park bench for the night. illinois might’ve been a nice midwestern state, but she was sure that like back in los angeles, they probably arrested unhoused people that slept in public parks, and tefi had spent exactly half of one night in a jail cell after getting caught with weed a few years ago. she never wanted to go again. she certainly never wanted to fork over five hundred dollars to the court house or go to a payday loan agency to pay that five hundred dollar fine ever again. if it hadn’t been for seb and cj, tefi didn’t know where she’d be right now.

they weren’t only angels for housing her, though. somehow, that god up in the sky that she never really thought about believing in before, sent her two angels that miraculously also fucking hated matthew foster. praise god, hallelujah! either it was said god or the universe or the goddamn flying spaghetti monster that delivered upon her the two other people in blue harbor that wanted to see foster’s life shredded into ribbons. she could have wept with joy when they informed her that not only did they know her husband, but they thought he was a jackass loser. in fact, she was pretty sure she did cry tears of joy. there was a lot of crying that night, she couldn’t remember at what points it was tears from despair at being unhoused and destitute or finding kindred spirits randomly on the street. 

one of those kindred spirits appeared from his room like a shark that caught the scent of blood in the water. tefi had to be grateful that her roommates—if she could call them that, since she didn’t have an actual room, and she was living there at their tenuous allowance—accepted rent in form of fried potatoes. and, well, she could concede the fries at the waterway diner were better than a lot of other places she worked. most of the food was pretty good, despite the straight-out-of-the-fifties vibes. tefi was a seventies girlie, early eighties at the latest. the restaurant just did not fit in with her aesthetic! relaxing onto the couch, she lifted her head weakly to see seb better. “what they lack in coolness and cool people and cute customers, they make up for with their fryer magic. even their pot roast is really good! who has ever heard of a diner with good pot roast?” tefi gave a firm nod, then let her head fall back onto the couch.

a bump on a log, that was what her mother used to call her, back when heather betancourt still cared about her daughter. she barely moved when seb plopped down on the couch, only pushing her head to the side to look his way. “ugh, darling! this woman right here fights psychological warfare. i leave the physical fighting to the brutes.” she examined her acrylic names for emphasis, limply lifting her hand towards her face before she dropped it again. “the old couple that always tips me ten dollars came in, though. i’d hate to be that old one day, having a little routine where on sundays we go to the waterway diner, on mondays we go to the mango tree, tuesdays we go to chicago for the cheesecake factory… so on and so forth.”

she sighed dramatically. “they’re sweet, though. ten dollars ain’t nothing to sneeze at.” not for her, anyway. “maybe you and cj will be like that old couple. you can tip your ah-mah-zing waitress with impeccable fashion taste ten dollars every week and get the chicken pot pie and steak diane every. single. time. you come in.” she reached out for him to give her a fry, even though she was around those fries almost every day and could eat them any time she wanted. “what about you? how was your totally fabulous day?”

Sebastian had never once been without a home. Some may not believe it, because just about every other aspect of his life had been less than ideal that it only made sense he’d gotten dealt the shittiest hand possible in that regard too, but instead he was fortunate enough for that at least. Between Deer Park, Weaver Ridge, and Cardinal Hill — and his friend’s couches in various other subsections of town, when all of his bullshit made way for Hunter’s temporary breaking point, from time to time, before he’d crawl back a few days later — he always had somewhere to call his. Despite that, however, he somehow felt something akin to . . . understanding, when pure happenstance put Tefi in the chaotic husband’s path. When they saw her crying on the sidewalk with nowhere to stay the night. It was what led her to their apartment instead, a temporary arrangement that was mutually beneficial for all parties as they gave her some semblance of comfort while she gave them food, an extra body to make the place more lively. The prospect of Foster’s demise — sorry, Pheebs — was an added bonus, much appreciated by Sebastian in particular who’d had it out for the fucking chef since day one. 

Not only did he and Foster regularly squabble on their own, but somehow the man was so insufferable that even CJ didn’t like him — and CJ loved everybody! In fact, the only thing that Sebastian could recall garnering such hatred within his roommate-turned-husband was fish. The way that Foster made that list as well had to be saying something. So even if he were to put aside his own disinterest in Phoebe’s boyfriend for the betterment of his childhood friend, he still felt it his personal duty to dislike him on the basis of protecting his husband.

What did ‘the prospect of Foster’s demise’ entail, exactly? Well, that he wasn’t specifically sure of — yet. But he was in, either way. Clearly, there was no way that this could go wrong . . .

The ruckus in the common area distracted Sebastian from his particularly riveting game of Rocket League, tossing the controller behind him as he shifted to get up and inspect the noise. He instantly perked up at the sight of the takeout container on the counter, making a bee-line for that to dig into the fries inside immediately. “Ugh, dude,” he groaned in satisfaction, “This shit’s so fucking good. That place is like, so . . . stuffy, and weird, but the food slaps. Can’t lie.”

He padded over towards the couch, unceremoniously plopping himself onto it beside her. “Tell me you fought someone today,” he mumbled between bites, hopeful that today would be the day that she came home with some grandiose tale of violence against the tourists. “I know they’d probably, like, fire you or whatever if you socked a customer, but I’m still kinda hopin’ for it.”

[boonasaurusrex]

In honor of that post going around about how To Wong Foo is a groundbreaking piece of queer history (which it is), I wanted to type up some of my favorite scenes, because not only is it a groundbreaking piece of queer history, its also goddamn hilarious and a great movie all around that everyone should watch more. So, in no particular order (favorites or order of appearance), some of my favorite scenes

(Many of these are half remembered so apologies if they're not the exact dialogue)

Vida: No way, that's the last straw, you've lost all of your princess points! *makes random arm gestures* Chi Chi: *surprise pikachu face* Nuh-uh, she can't do that!

Chi Chi: *in response to being told she can't hitchhike in the middle of the night* Maybe not you two, but I've got more legs than a bucket of chicken

Carol Ann: *slightly tipsy and freshly freed of her abusive husband* You know, I think we should just get rid of all the men Noxeema and Vida: *exchange a look* M-maybe not All the men, sweetie Carol Ann: No, we need to get rid of All Of The Men!

Carol Ann: Okay, we can keep [a couple of male celebrities] but they're not allowed to think or speak.

Noxeema: *applying makeup to a teenage girl in preparation for her first dance* Honey, I've lived in apartments smaller than these pores!

Vida: *walks in on Carol Ann crying after Virgil hit her* Honey, do you like, ever not cry in this room?

Carol Ann: *crying as Vida goes to confront Virgil* He's gonna hurt her so bad! Noxeema: There's...something you need to know about Vida Carol Ann: What? Noxeema and Chi Chi: *panicked look between them* Chi Chi: Vida works out! Noxeema: Vida works out A Lot

Vida: Virgil, I hear that you like to hit women Virgil: Well, some women just need to get hit Vida: Well, conversely, some men just need to get hit back *decks him*

Vida: I think I'll wear a Say Something Hat today. Today feels like a Say Something Hat Day.

Noxeema: *After talking with the lady everyone thought was mute* You're not gonna start walking on water now, are you?

Noxeema: *running around out of sight, making a lot of excited noises* Vida: What is it Noxy, are you dying? Noxeema: *armfulls of colorful clothes* Look! They're from the 60's!

Clara: *reaching for fringe skirt* Oh, this one's for me Noxeema: Oh no no, honey, this is fringe! This is - *hugs skirt* - I think I might pass out -

Store Clerk: Oh no, you can't go up there, that's old stock that didn't sell Noxeema: *Ignoring him entirely*

There's SO MANY MORE but I'm very tired. I might add to this later, anyone else is free to pile on!



[custardcrazy]

Honeysuckle

pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

warnings: s4 vol 2 spoilers, language, minor description of injuries. eddie did not die, guys! (also i have little to no clue how hospital mail works. let alone in the 80′s, so forgive me for any inaccuracies) 

summary: Eddie writes you a short letter from the hospital. It’s kind of cheesy.

It arrived in your mailbox, maybe a day or two after Eddie was admitted to the hospital. A pressed white envelope, with your address on the front. Holding it up to your face, it smelled like new books and hand sanitizer. 

You were still recovering from the events that had happened a few days prior. And so was everyone else, to an extent. Steve and Robin had dropped by a few times, and you were glad to see them, glad to see that they were holding up alright. 

Though you and basically everyone else had tried to see Eddie, you were merely informed that he was alright; You just weren’t allowed to see him, not yet- and that caused you considerable frustration. But you were still really glad that he was okay. 

But, now -- your heart hammered as you lowered your hands away from your face, looking down at the envelope. 

The moment you entered your kitchen, you pretty much tore it open; Still taking care as to not actually damage the paper within it, but your patience couldn’t hold out for long. The tattered envelope itself was thrown carelessly onto the counter, as you unfolded the actual letter with shaky hands. 

The image on the top left corner of the paper displayed proudly the logo and name of the hospital Eddie was in. 

The rest of it was filled with the chicken scratch that you knew as Eddie’s handwriting, scrawled in pen. If it could even be called handwriting. 

Your breath caught in your throat. You didn’t even bother sitting down at the counter, beginning to skim the badly formatted paragraphs as fast as you could, without pause...

--

Hey, sweets!

Dunno how long this letter’s gonna take to get to you. But I think I’m going to be here for at least a few days so I’m not that worried. Everything’s okay. I’m gonna have some scars after this is over for sure. That’s what my doctor tells me. He seems like a cool dude. 

Anyway, I just wanna tell you that I miss you lots. The food here is ass. Doing normal tasks borders on life-threatening dangerous cause of my injuries. Even writing this is wearing me out a little. Thankfully I just lost enough blood to leave me tired and not dead. And I’ll gladly suffer through this part of the healing process if that means I can see you and everyone else again. I saw my uncle shortly after I woke up. We both cried a lot. It was annoying cause I couldn’t really wipe off my face. But I wasn’t really thinking about that at the time. Just about how glad I was to see him. 

It’s kind of funny how near death makes you revalluate think about your life all over again. I’ve had a looot of time to think. About me. About school. About what really matters to me. And about how I’m gonna see if I can get that bat tatoo removed when I’m back to normal. 

But on the topic of what matters to me, I think the thing I was most scared about while en route to the hospital was you. I know this is really fucking cheesy but you’re probably the best thing that’s happened to me. I didn’t want to think about my funeral and how you would react to my death. But it seemed like a very real senario scenario because I was slowly bleeding out. And it was absolutely fucking terrifying. I hate seeing you cry. I hate seeing you sad in general. It makes me feel like I’ve been a bad boyfriend because I really want to make you happy. And if I died I wouldn’t be able to do that anymore. Hell, I would forcefully come back from the dead like a motherfucking zombie if that I meant that I could make you smile again. 

Listen, the second that I can I’m getting outta here and coming to you. Doc says it’ll be a little while but I can wait. I wanna see Dustin and Steve and well, everyone else. I’m so goddamn lonely! If you can, please write back. I miss you so fucking much. That sounds dramatic but it’s the truth. 

I also miss my guitar. I miss listening to my music. I miss actually good food. And I miss all the guys from the Hellfire Club. I wonder if they heard about my current situation. I’m kinda divided whether or not I want them to know about my hospitilized bedridden state because I don’t want them to worry too much about it. They’re good guys. 

I doubt the majority of the town would like to know that I’m alive. Fuck them though. Fuck it all. I’m alive and that’s what fucking matters in the end. 

Look. If I could write twenty thousand pages of letters to you I would. If I could I would write millions of letters to you. But my hand is cramping up right now and I think I need to sleep because I haven’t got much rest over the past day or two. 

Again, please write back. I miss you. I miss your smile and your laugh and your hugs n kisses and everything. I love you so much. You make me feel alive. 

Love you lots,

Eddie