#and now weve been hanging out and just

[theygender]

Google search "how to act normal around your gf's potential new fwb"

[bangcakes]

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[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Hrmm. It's 6:30am, I have to wake up at 9am, but my friend and I are still deep in conversation. Should I even go to bed now?

[syn4k]

i feel really fucking sorry for every historian that is going to have to research this century in this future. Hey I know this is a bunch of words on tumblr.com on an internet designed to degrade down over the years which is terrifying but like if anyone from the year 2110 or some shit like that manages to see this, please know that it sucked for all of us learning about this stuff too

if this post can be salvaged from the wreck of theseus' ship that this site will eventually become and survives until then, hello humans in the future. everything is very scary right now. i think everything's always been scary but its different when you're staring down entropy itself

here are a few things that i want people from the future to know:

in between all the crazy shit going on in the 21st century weve been eating dinner and petting animals and scheduling times to hang out with friends just like weve always been just like we always will be. for every huge groundbreaking event you learn about theres gonna be several million people at any time going "damn" and immediately putting their phones down and going to do regular shit cos life goes on man

we're still telling stories! just like always! and singing stupid little songs just like always and most of it will be never recorded and lost to time forever but please dont be sad even if you dont know the origin of a story or song just know that in creation you are connected to the past always :)

i hope the internets still up we got a lotta good shit on here

i love you. we love you

has tumblrs search function been fixed yet?

what version is minecraft on

seriously dont get sad about whats been lost. its ok. it was here once and it was beautiful

i love you

i love you

i love you

if you really are reading this in 2110 then i am almost certainly dead by now

(unless the events of 17776 by jon bois occurred in which case yippee! immortality! we still got 2 years til april 7th 2026. holding out till then o7)

i love you

[stargazerssociety]

im honestly just really fucking sad and annoyed right now

got banned from a huge comfort game of ours for being a sysmed.

someone asked our opinion of endos, we gave a polite answer.

"i personally dont believe you can be a system without trauma, but i won't attack you over it."

and then i got banned. weve been playing this game for a while now and it really stinks. im just upset and sad.

the place was one of the first disability inclusive spaces weve seen, and it was a nice place to hang out.

[mangosrar]

i haven’t heard from you since.

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

idk if i specified but they’re in a relationship and have been for like 3 years!!

also hey y’all i disappeared for a while but i’m back 😛and i’m currently trying to get through the requests so be ready 😈love y’all. bee ❤️‍🩹

how had it become like this? it seemed so unbelievable that there was a point in yoir life where you thought you were going to marry him, have children, and grow old together. if someone would have told you three years ago that you would both end up like this you would have laughed in their face. he used to be so sweet, so passionate about you, but now that couldnt be further from the truth.

you werent really sure when the change happened, or why it happened maybe a little after your birthday, maybe before. of course you knew people grow apart but this wasnt growth. this was borderline misery. the constant fighting, the days of ignoring one another, the nights where chris would come home at 2am and not say a word to you after you had been waiting up for him, it was nothing short of torture.

but still every single time, both of you just let it blow over, waiting until the next bomb went off, but the long lasting was lasting a little too long.

"oh please, like you were actually worries" he scoffed, taking his hat off and throwing it on the kitchen table.

"you stormed out on me, you didnt even tell me where you were, youve been gone for 5 hours and you stroll in at almost 3am expecting me to be cool about it? what fucking planet are you living on" you said staring at him.

he didnt even reply he just shook his head, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms, keeping his eyes trained to the floor. a moment of silence passed as you waited for him to say something, anything, and finally he took a deep breath in and pulled his eyes up to meet yours.

"maybe i just dont wanna fucking be around you" his voice was quiet and soft, a stark contrast to the sharpness of his words. his expression was stoic and completely unreadable.

he watched the colour drain from your face, as he did every time he would bark an insult at you. a small part of him felt nothing but pure joy to know that he had the power to completely crush you, like when murderers say they feel no remorse for the people theyve killed, but another small part of him was bleeding, a self-inflicted stinging, like a pain he had never felt before.

"you know what chris, day by day i realize everything i miss about you was never there in the first place, the person i fell in love with was a fucking mirage." your words were dripping with venom. his face faltered for a second, momentarily letting the mask slip, and the pain your words were causing him beginning to slip out.

"you dont mean that" he looked like he was about to burst into tears, and it made your mouth run dry.

you tried so hard to keep it together, but the tears that had gathered in your waterline threatened to spill with every single Shakey breath you took. there was a pregnant pause and the effect of your words hung in the air. chris stared at you intensely and you let your eyes rest anywhere but on him, you couldnt look at him, at the chance of seeing him with watery eyes and a wobbly lip might make you fall at his feet once more.

you took a deep breath before eventually meeting his gaze and beginning to talk.

"i dont know why things changed chris.... but one day i woke up and we no longer spoke the same language, and i havent heard from you since" chris watched every time as he crushed you, but now as he took your place, standing there with his hands by his sides, mouth hanging open, taking rapid breaths, in and out, while trying not to cry, he felt as though you had murdered him.

"that doesnt mean i dont love you y/n, we can work through this, weve done it before, ill be better i promise i will" he spoke with a wobbly voice.

the tears were now full force streaming down your face. he stood there across the kitchen with wide eyes, trying to think of how to come back from this, but there was something about the way you opened your mouth to speak again, that told him there wasnt.

"i cant relax around you chris, if i relaxed my body now, id fall apart. if i relaxed for a fucking second, id never find my way back. why cant you see that?" you paused for a moment and shook your head at him in disbelief. "why cant you see that you are tearing me limb for limb when i have done nothing but love you? why cant you understand that i have poured all of my heart and soul onto you to try and wash away whatever it is thats made you like this and you are throwing it back in my face? i mean when will this fucking end?" you were yelling and you hadnt even realized you had made your way over to him and were now standing less than a foot away.

"y/n please, dont do this. ill get my shit together and ill be better because i love you" he looked at you with pleading eyes as he spoke, reaching out to grab your hand, but when you pulled away before he even got the chance to even feel your skin on his, it was like he had died right there in that second.

"do you?" you whispered, swallowing thickly, desperately trying to stop the floodgates from opening more.

chriss face was wet with tears as he stared down at you sniffling. he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. he was completely gob smacked. he never thought it would get to this point. but as your eyes bored into his, wordlessly begging him to say something that would fix this, he felt as though the earth was crumbling beneath his feet.

his silence gave you all the answers that you needed, so with that you turned around and walked away, and the sound of his broken voice calling your name, spoke volumes.

he knew it was over, he knew that you were about to go upstairs and pack your bags and walk out the door, but he didnt do a thing to try and stop you, he knew he wouldnt be able to fix this even if he tried, so he watched you walk away, and the second you were out of sight, he fell to his knees, clutching his chest like he was dying and letting out sob after sob, like it would mend all damage he had done.

in the next room, you were frantically trying to keep your self control. the urge to walk back in there and wipe his tear-stained cheeks and kiss his broken heart better was paralyzing. the sound of him wailing and weeping was soul crushing, but this had to be done, one of you had to be strong enough to walk away.

you knew he would leave such an imprint on you, he had left such severe claw marks that anyone you even entertained after chris, would have to know him in order to understand you, and that might have been the worst fucking part.

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[i-still-got-love-for-you]

imgonnagetyouback

Pairing: Past Luke Castellan x daughter of Aphrodite!reader

Instagram SMAU

Part 1

A/N: Hellooooo and good morning/afternoon. i wanted to toy with the idea of the character and reader getting together rather than being in a relationship. Part 2 out next week!

pageantsmile

playing Forever & Always by Taylor Swift

hanging out with laruetheday>>>>

-comments-

laruetheday: it was sooo pretty omg

-> pageantsmile: not as pretty as you 😘

tstole: let’s just ignore the song choice ig?

-> pageantsmile: what do *you* know about taylor swift?

redlipclassic: so my invite just shredded itself???

-> laruetheday: you were with your BoYfRiEnD

-> redlipclassic: shut up

stealer_of_hearts

playing imgonnagetyouback by Taylor Swift

looking back at the past, i made a mistake

-comments-

tstole: bold move dude

-> cstole: REALLY bold move

wise_girl: come on luke that’s desperate

redlipclassic: didn’t you cheat on her????

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redlipclassic

laruetheday telling me and pageantsmile the ☕️

-comments-

pageantsmile: PIPING HOT TEA SIS THABKS

-> laruetheday: just doing my part to serve tea and cunt

-> chrissyro: marry me please

-> laruetheday: no. hope this helps 🫶

seaweedbrain: tea? where?

-> redlipclassic: not that it’s any of your business, but ask Annie to check the gc

pageantsmile

playing hoax by Taylor Swift

waking up in the morning, thinking about so many things

-comments-

redlipclassic: i just wish thing would get better

-> redlipclassic: oh shit the song- IM ON MY WAY GIRL

laruetheday: WEVE TALKING ABOUT THIS AT LENGTH PLEASE DO NOT

katie_flower: you look gorgeous, drop the routine ✨

stealer_of_hearts

playing i miss you, i’m sorry by Gracie Abrams

-comments-

michealyew: off topic but nice jawline bro

-> stealer_of_hearts: thanks dude

tstole: ARE YOU ACTUALLY INSANE

-> cstole: THIS WILL NEVER WORK

pageantsmile: …

-> cstole: WHAT. HOW. WHAT

-> chrissyro: it’s the jawline i’m telling you

pageantsmile

now playing august by Taylor Swift

contractually required beach episode, will return to regularly scheduled plot tmrw

-comments-

laruetheday: so you’ll invite silena but not me? FAKE FRIEND

-> redlipclassic: she didn’t invite me…

-> laruetheday: but she hates the beach if she goes alone?

cstole: WE KNEW IT

-> tstole: LUKES A FUCKING G

stealer_of_hearts

@ da beach with da boys

-comments-

michealyew: that doesn’t look like a boy…

chrissyro: there ain’t no boys at that beach bro

tstole: bffr dude

cstole: he really thought he could fool us

laruetheday: OHHHHHH WAIT I GET IT NOW

-> redlipclassic: thank god

queen_of_hearts

playing This Love by Taylor Swift

-comments-

comments are disabled for this post

[fizzbot]

ok im not sure if anyones pointed this out yet, but this is a helluva boss sticker pack that just recently released. its very possible that it means absolutely nothing........but is it possible that these are hints to upcoming shorts???? (personal rambles and theories under the read more)

these all seem really random. which wouldnt be out of the norm for helluva merch, usually its just an assortment of random characters doing random things. but with the fact that we now know that we'll be getting shorts, and the fact that these all seem like very specific scenarios, i think its plausible that these are hints for things that might be upcoming.

the cherubs being here is especially interesting, because we havent seen anything about them AT ALL since early season 1. we know theyll be making a return (presumibly in mastermind) but then why is the merch featuring these cherubs, and not collin, keenie, and cletus? i think its possible that well be getting a short set in heaven, specifically about these characters/perhaps in preparation to the release of mastermind.

as we know from hells belles, verosika will be going on a tour in pride, which presumably sets up apology tour. but in this art shes not in pride, shes in sloth. this is where we know the rehab center is. is it possible shell end up back in rehab/well get a flashback short about her time in there? potentially even some backstory with her and barbie??

the next one features bee, tex, and loona. i THINK it was confirmed somewhere (although i dont have a source) that well be seeing bee again this year, although i just assumed that would be in the finale. its possible that she, tex, and loona will be hanging out again in a short, which would be nice! ive also seen some theories/speculation that this specefic piece of merch might allude to the ship ""honeybunch"" (or bee x tex x loona) potentially becoming canon.

stolas and octavia sort of has me stumped. based on her lines in the trailer, it seems like octavia is still harboring some resentment, and this picture seems like a really sweet glimpse into their domestic life. honestly this feels so out of character for me that it almost made me throw my whole idea about these being potential shorts out the window. im sure they still do have nice moments like this, but i struggle to picture them happening since the only interactions weve seen them have have been negative. maybe therell be a short trying to rectify this? or this could be a pre-blitz flashback.

im partially hoping these are shorts JUST for this next one. i want striker to have a short so so bad. i have literally NO idea what it would be, though. i just wanna see more of him and bombproof :( zooming in on the picture, i did notice that 1) theyre back in wrath. 2) striker is polishing a (not-blessed) knife. and 3), he doesnt seem to be too injured from the escape in oops. although, interestingly, we only get to see the left side of his face. im pointing this out, because in oops, when the explosion occurs, the shot of the fire zooming towards strikers face is a direct parallel to the shot of the fire zooming towards BLITZ face. i think it would be REALLY sick if they ended up with matching burn scars.

finally, moxxie and his mom. this is the piece that gave me this idea in the first place, just because it seems so incredibly random. i cannot even imagine a place where she would come back, if not a flashback short that delves deeper into his childhood. where else would she fit in this whole season? its possible that he has another flashback in the show, but the trailer seems REALLY focused on stolas and (especially) blitzs past, so it feels slightly unlikely. it makes sense that theyd get a whole short dedicated just for them.

idk, maybe im WAYYYY off. i just think it would be nice to get some time away from the main cast in their current states for a while and these seem like some of the best ways to do it

[4pfsukuna]

Love love LOVE the asexual drabbles and headcannons! Could you do one with Gojo & black asexual woman? Like she teases him ‘i’ll only mess around if you give me a dollar’ as a snarky joke and he’s like ‘i’m rich baby hell yes’ and keeps the joke running🤭 I know i’ll enjoy anything you write! Thank you in advance!

OMG, thank you im glad you love them because i actually love writing them.

• You met him at the mall…the prada store to be exact, you weren’t necessarily shopping more so just debating on a purse or a pair of boots.

•You were a stylist in japan and your clients loved your American style although they had way cooler clothes. Safe to say business was flourishing.

•Yet here you are trying not to blow through money too fast so you were Legit window shopping.

.•The last thing you expect is a white haired man to stand next to you and startle you, you assume he’s going to say something about your hair as most people had done i mean you were a black person in japan.

• He’s holding a few bags and a cup you initially assume he’s blind because of the blindfold but when he begins to talk about the shoe, your slightly confused but you have decorum so you don’t say anything.

• “I’ve had my eye on the bag for a few weeks but they just dropped the new boots so I’m debating” you say and what’s $950 To any normal person its like a penny to him.

• “How about i buy both and you wear them on our first date” he says smoothly leaning up against the glass window and you laugh at first until you realize hes dead serious. You weren’t use to men here flirting with you and it makes you nervous.

• “Usually people start off with their names” you tell him before introducing yourself as you hold out your hand which he places a kiss on.

• “Gojo Satoru” lifting his blindfold revealing the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen

• You also notice he has a tag hanging off his shirt and it cost $1500.

• You decline him buying the stuff for you but accept his offer for a date. What’s the worst that could happen?

• He doesn’t know what he’s expecting when he sees you, he thought you were already gorgeous at the mall but looking at you right now it makes something… stir.

• He told you to dress cute but casual he was taking you sight seeing— he never mentioned it would be in a helicopter over the city.

• It’s obvious this man has money to blow and you contemplate looking him up to figure out just who he is.

• He also brings the shoes and bag as a gift, he couldn’t resist! Plus he likes loves the way your face initially lights up before trying to be humble and give it back.

• He lies and tells you its rude to not accept gifts.

• “Gojo i cant accept this without you knowing all about me…” you speak pouting knowing the good time was coming to an end and while the shoes and bag looked perfect you had to confess.

• “Its the wrong size?” He asked looking at your foot and back at the box on the table.

•“What? No strangely enough you got the right size…im asexual” 

•“…thats… cool. I can write with both hands too”

“Gojo thats ambidextrous! Asexual means—“

• “Im just kidding sweetheart, of course i know what it means”

•He definitely did not and googled it under the table.

• You know the meme “we hung out once and weve been together ever since” that was you two.

• The next few weeks he finds time to either take you to breakfast, lunch or dinner and on days hes completely free he’ll take you on some one of a kind date experience. 

• Hes a kid at heart so when you take him to a virtual reality place and literally fight to pay, you have to distract him by kissing him and biting gently on his lower lip.

•He loved it nobodys every paid for anything for him and the fact that you planned the date, paid and had a great experience hes lovestruck.

• He ended up paying since he put a hole in the wall fighting demons in the game mentioning something about it feeling to real.

•Its when 3 of his students run into you two and their shocked he’s not harassing you and actually enjoying voluntarily spending time with him, mainly because he has no idea who you are.

• Nobara follows all of your socials loving your day in the life videos, style advice videos even when you have your celebrity clients in the videos.

•Its megumi knowing who you are and thinking you’re cool that seals the deal for him.

•Gojo loves your cooking so the day you pack him leftovers with a cute smiley face and a note hes literally on the desk kicking his feet in the air… weirding out his students. This was next level even for him.

•They beg to bring you around loving seeing him happy with you.

•Its a collective though and nobara who wants to enjoy regular teen things breaks the ice officially by asking 

“Take this dollar or have sex with Gojo-sensei?”

“Give me the dollar” at the same time he shouts her name. Hes also taken aback cause what do you mean youre going to take the dollar.

“No babe i dont think you heard the question take a dollar or—“

“Give me the dollar”

•For the rest of the day Gojo chooses to be dramatic from the grocery store to the hair supply store where guess whos short $1 of buying hair supplies. You turn to him seeing hes fascinated with the hair clips and different color edge controls.

•“Hey sweetheart i think you should get all of these” he suggest ready to pick them all up waiting on your command. 

•“Hey babe im short” you tell him and he scoffs not paying you any mind looking at the conditioners catagorized by hair type.

“I knew that when i first seen you… what’s your hair type? Does 4b mean 4 everyone? Like your down for interracial dating… how do they know that by hair type? Like hard wig soft life?” He rambles and you almost lose it.

“No im short $1” and he sends you the most devious smirk as he holds open his wallet repeating the question Nobara asked.

“Give me the dollar” you smirk back watching his smile be taken over by a glare as he gives the cashier his card to pay for everything  instead.

“Dont give me that look baby, im rich now come on i ordered a package for you” he loves to buy you things he jokingly ask siri how much the world cost one time.

“Satoru it better not be another pair of prada shoes” you scold as he carries the bags, his silence tells you everything you need to know though.

“Babe I’m running out of space to put all the stuff you bought me, please” you pout loving that this was a problem in your relationship and not anything else.

“I have enough space… You can live with me instead”

[lesbianmarrow]

btvs 5x11 "triangle" episode made FOR ME. thank you jane espenson for my LIFE. this is all i wanted, to have willow and anya forced to team up on an adventure and be snippy to each other and work out their issues with each other. and it turns out theyre both just really protective of xander and thats why theyve been hostile to each other 🥺 man this show's really turning me around on xander. it's cause theyre having him treat his girlfriend right. i like that it gives willow a chance to finally articulate that she's gay. cause in the past shes just been like "oh i'm with tara now" which is good and important but that's her talking about her relationship, not about her identity. so when anya is like tsk youre gonna try and steal my boyfriend and willow says hello? gay now! i cheered. also love how pathetic down bad spike is for buffy. when buffy crashed into him during the fight and he puts his arm around her waist.......oh what a menace. and when he expects praise from buffy for doing the bare minimum of not eating the blood of people who have been wounded and buffy's like youre disgusting. absolutely delightful. i also liked seeing the tara and buffy friendship, it's always nice to see tara hanging out with people who are not willow though of course i also love seeing her with willow!!!! when buffy is like sobbing into tara's shoulder i was like ah yes. tara has been relegated into the role of emotional support lesbian. weve all been there

[drdemonprince]

I deeply agree that weve got to meet people where they are at, and that there are multiple factors to consider in a masking situation. But I’m gonna be real as someone who was deeply disabled by covid something still urks me about the way people have been discussing covid protection with you. It is all so overwhelmingly from the perspective of someone not sick. It’s all about how one made the choice to not mask in certain situations and how doing otherwise would ruin ones life, and that’s like, sure, makes sense. But I don’t get that choice. That choice was taken away from me. And I am not making a ill-informed strategic decision in shaming others, I simply have no empathy for the hurt feelings of the people who put me on my deathbed, to be quite fucking honest. I am all for strategic discussions but I am not here to be tone policed by people talking about their choices that I don’t even get to take, sitting here struggling to even type.

Thanks for sharing this. One of the big tension points with COVID is that the target behaviors that need to be changed are located within people who are, statistically, not the most vulnerable -- and so, on a tactical level, we are tasked with extending compassion and aid to people who might not show the same consideration to us as disabled people, if we want to be safe.

As HIV spread throughout queer, sex worker, and intraveneous drug user communities, it was often these very communities that organized in order to influence behavioral change within their own ranks. Gay bars handed out condoms to gay men. Gay sex clubs facilitated fisting nights so people could have safer sex. Needle exchanges run by current and former drug users helped keep drug users safe. The people most likely to be infected were also the people whose behavior could be positively influenced to protect them, and thus protect the community as a whole.

That's not quite the calculus here. In order to protect disabled and high-risk people, we need EVERYONE to be on the same page with regard to COVID mitigation strategies. We need people who are not themselves high risk to mask, test, get vaccinnated, improve ventilation in their homes, etc.

Now, many of these "low risk" people are not actually low risk; the data is pretty abundant at this point that it is in actuality quite hard to pin down who will develop long COVID and who will not, it can happen to just about anyone. And indeed, even many people who know themselves to be high risk are still taking significant risks regarding COVID right now -- because they are forced to go to work in kitchens and grocery stores and live with roommates who travel and etc or because they are so filled with despair they are risk resigned.

So trying to demarcate who is a disempowered victim here and who is an inconsiderate abled person is not actually so easy -- we must resist the urge that has been drilled into us to issue moral judgements about whom is righteous and whom is deserving of suffering. That is not a disability justice politic. No one deserves long covid, no one deserves to die, no one deserves to overdose, no one deserves to get AIDS, no one deserves to perish because they could not handle the loneliness of social isolation either. We must believe that all disabilities are legitimate and in need of accommodation here, and that includes mental ones that make strict mitigation adherence hard for some. (hello, hi, i have crazy risk-taking brain disease, and even so i care about COVID mitigation, and i need community care too).

EVEN SO, it is undeniably true what you are saying, that we are focusing more on the actions and choices and hang ups of the people who have some freedom to choose, and not the people who have been at home for years at this point, completely isolated, because they are high risk or disabled by COVID already.

I would always caution people to remember that there very much are folks who are high risk and have long COVID who are still forced by economic circumstances out into public life every single day. so we can't equate who is at home and who is out in public taking risk with how disabled or sick someone is. But still, I digress, and on the whole you are right, we are concerning ourselves with people who have the freedom to choose how they respond to COVID, and doesn't that seem unfair?

Sure it's unfair! But the people who have the ability to choose how they respond to COVID risk are the exact people whose behavior we are trying to influence here! We want more people to mask, get tested, get vaccinated, socialize outdoors, etc. And so we do have to put considerable resources and messaging into reaching those people and influencing their behavior if we wish to protect disabled and high risk people.

Someone has to do the work of listening to their concerns, educating them, validating their feelings, giving them access to masks and tests, and removing barriers to them taking those kinds of desired actions. a LOT of people have to do that work. You don't have to do that work as someone who is chronically ill, but I'm gonna do it. and I wish more of my comrades would join me in it, for your sake too! We need to be doing the footwork of getting all your neighbors masking so that it is safe for you to go outside!

We also DO want to protect those people who are taking big risks. Their lives do matter just as much to me. Many of the people who are disabled with long COVID were them once. The fact that someone takes a risk does not mean they deserve to get sick and die. Again that is a fundamental cornerstone of a disability justice politic.

But yes, I hear you, it's annoying from where you are sitting to have to hear people who get to out in public and take big risks complaining about how they are sad when they get criticized. You don't have to listen to these conversations. It shouldn't be your job to hold those conversations. But they do need to happen.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

🍕to find this later

Aita: i called the pizza my husband was eating nasty

For some context, this will seem random but it may factor into emotions right now

My husbands best friend just moved in with us 3 days ago

My mother in laws dog was diagnosed with cancer today, and will be put down tomorrow. Everyone is very heartbroken

We were in the car after getting some groceries and my husband mentioned he was thinking of picking up pizza since he knows no one has eaten much today and definitely wont feel like cooking

I dont like pizza much, i especially dont like little caesers, im very very open about this and always have been. If im ever given a choice i never choose little caesers, but if i am hungry enough ill eat a slice or two.

We all have really dark senses of humor and often poke fun of each other and of each other's interests and laugh it off no big deal. We do this daily

So I'm sitting in the bedroom playing games, my husband and his best friend are hanging out in the living room. My husband comes over to the bedroom and says hey Im going to pick up pizza Ill be right back

Time passes and the pizza comes and everyone goes and sits at the dining room table to eat. Theres three boxes, two different types of pizza, my husbands favorite, stuffed crust, and my usual favorite thin crust. Everyones talking and I don't remember exactly what was said but my husband mentions something about thin crust my favorite or something like that. I say something like "actually with little ceasers i prefer the normal pizza the thin crust doesnt have much sauce and i like the sauce". I finish eating and get on to my handheld console and keep playing my game, half paying attention to the conversation. At some point, I honestly don't remember at all what I said or what was being said, but I remember vaguely my husband saying the box they got is "normal pizza" and i said no its not his is stuffed crust which is nasty. I was being playful, i dont like pizza to begin with, i like the crust even less, and stuffed crust just really really isnt my thing.

A few minutes later i notice my phone has a notification, i look to see a text from my husband saying I was being rude because his friend paid for the food.

I was at first extremely confused, was me playing games at the table rude? They were using their phones while eating and talking so i didnt think so. Was it because i said i didnt like the thin crust? At this point i genuinely dont remember saying the stuffed crust is nasty and dont understand what i did wrong. I text him back asking what he was talking about and he says that i called the food nasty. I thought about it and vaguely recall saying it Playfully but again i was paying attention to my game and not so much to what was being said so i dont even remember for sure.

I got really upset and kind of mad, I had just been joking and i never say ugly things to people ever so it hurt that he assumed i ment the worst.

Even then there had been absolutely no way for me to know his friend bought it. He told me he was thinking of buying pizza then he said he was going to pick it up. Plus it happened to be my and his favorite pizzas so it seemed like he picked them. I had been in a different room there was no way i could of known what they planned or who paid or anything.

Plus whenever he buys or cooks food i always tell him his is gross or nasty or w/e Playfully. And he calls my food gross too. We joke like this all the time.

And even still, weve been together for three years and weve known each other longer than that. He knows i dont like pizza. He knows i dont like crusts. Its not a strange thing for me to be vocal about it. In faxt itd be strange if i didnt because like ive mentioned we Always poke fun of each other's foods and of each other.

And maybe this is just a me thing but. I dont feel like its rude to call something like little caesers nasty, especially around people who know i dont like it? Itd be one thing if it was a strangers cooking id say something polite like "i dont think its for me" or just say it was good if i wont see them again. Or if i was at someone's house and they bought pizza for everyone. But for all intents and purposes it seemed like my husband bought it and, i cant stress enough how normal it is for us to pick fun at each others foods. He makes fun of my subway order all the time. I always call little caesers gross.

I dont know if feelings are just tense because the beloved family pet passed

Or if he's feeling extra defensive of his friend since he just barely moved in

Or if im in the wrong entirely for being upset and it actually is highly rude of me. Though. I genuinely dont understand since we make fun of each others food all the time. So if i am the asshole can people please try to explain why because i genuinely dont understand what made this different to him saying the black olives on my subway are gross. Or me normally saying little caesers is gross. Like i really dont get whats different so id really appreciate an explanation

What are these acronyms?

[endofradio]

FRAGMENTS OF FEAR — CHAPTER 2: TO CUT A LONG STORY SHORT

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1

WARNINGS: n/a

NOTES: i realized it makes more sense that abigail most likely takes place in massachusetts so i did some tweaking with the setting 💀 originally it was gonna take place in new york but uhhh i guess we are going with massachusetts instead.

SUMMARY: sylvie wakes up to find herself in a mansion, and she’s not the only one there. things get quite awkward between her and frank.

WORD COUNT: 2,536 (i actually locked in)

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Sylvie’s eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she noticed was that she was in quite a fancy-looking bedroom. Well, she could tell it wasn’t hers. She slowly sat up from the bed, wincing in pain as her head began to throb almost instantly. What the fuck?

Confused, Sylvie looked around the bedroom. “Where the hell am I…?” She whispered to herself. She began to climb out of the bed, trying not to stumble over as she did so. “Jesus Christ…”

As Sylvie staggered over to the door, she noticed how she almost felt as though she was hungover. What the fuck had happened to her? She couldn’t remember anything, either. She only remembered being in her bedroom, and that was it. She couldn’t remember anything else after that, and when she tried, it was almost like a blur.

Once Sylvie opened the bedroom door, she carefully made her way down the stairs, and that was when she heard voices.

“Come have a drink with us, Joey!”

“Gotta go check on the kid soon. Maybe after.”

Kid? What kid? Sylvie only felt even more confused. As she continued to slowly walk down the stairs, she noticed a group of people hanging out by some sort of bar lounge — four men and two women. One of the men was riding on a tricycle around a pool table, gawking at his surroundings.

“No party poopers allowed.”

Sylvie reached the last few steps without tripping over, and that was when everyone in the room took notice of her.

The man on the tricycle looked up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Oh, look who’s awake. Come and join the party, man! Peter’s… uh… in charge of the drinks.”

Sylvie raised an eyebrow and started to carefully survey the area. What the hell was she doing in a mansion of all places? She didn’t remember being brought to this place — she just… woke up and found herself in it. Was this some sort of lucid dream?

“You look lost,” one of the men then snidely remarked. Sylvie turned to look at him, taking in his appearance. He seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t exactly pinpoint it. Was it the accent? The demeanor?

“Yeah, I am,” Sylvie responded, crossing her arms as she looked up at the man. “I don’t know why I’m here, exactly.”

The man shrugged, taking a sip of whiskey from the glass in his hand. “Well, Ava, I could explain that to you, but I don’t think it’d make you happy.”

Sylvie narrowed her eyes. “That’s not my name. My name is—”

“It’s your name while you’re here.” The man coolly interrupted. “Now, you gonna relax and have a drink with us, or nah?”

Following the man’s question, a bit of a smug look formed on his face, as if he almost knew something about Sylvie. There was something surreal about this entire situation, and Sylvie wasn’t liking it one bit.

“I don’t… I don’t drink.”

The tricycle guy rolled his eyes. “This chick better not be as boring as Joey is…”

The man in the glasses scoffed, shooting a glance at him before looking back down at Sylvie. “You sure about that?” He asked, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“What do you mean?”

Interrupting their conversation, the man on the tricycle spoke up, taking a puff from the joint he was currently smoking. “Hey, Joey, can I have a piece of that candy?”

A dark-haired woman, who must’ve been Joey, took out a lollipop, sticking it in her mouth. “Get your own.”

The joint-smoker rolled his eyes. “Fuck you, too.”

He continued circling the pool table on the tricycle before speaking up again. “You grew up with a bunch of brothers and sisters, huh? I’m like… an expert at reading people.”

Joey raised an eyebrow as she sucked on her lollipop. “Oh, really?”

“Mhm. You’re like… a nanny or babysitter, looking after that kid. And,” the man turned around, gesturing to the various people in the room, starting with the blonde girl first, “teenage runaway hacker turned black hat for the feds.” He began to come up with his own observations about the rest of the individuals, such as “private security,” and an “explosives man.” His eyes then landed on Sylvie. “As for you, uh… I dunno, also gonna go with a teenage runaway.”

The man in the glasses let out a sharp chuckle, casting a quick glance at Sylvie before looking away from her. Joey was clearly unamused. “You might be the least perceptive person I’ve ever met.”

“How the fuck would you know that?”

Joey rolled her eyes. “You literally got nothing right, Dean. About anyone.”

“Crisp $100 bill right here if you can tell me one true thing about me.” The man in the glasses then offered. He took out his wallet, retrieving a $100 bill and waving it in front of Joey.

Unimpressed, Joey simply responded with a “pass.”

“Mhm.” Dean started doing laps around the pool table again, continuing to take hits off of his joint. “See? She’s a fraud.”

Joey glared at him before tilting her eyes at the man in the glasses, carefully analyzing him. A few seconds later, she threw out her observation. “You used to be a cop.” She casually stated.

Used to be a cop. Wait a second…

Peter’s eyes widened. “No way. Did he arrest you or something?”

Joey shook her head. “No. It’s the stance, the walk, the shoes.”

Sylvie’s gaze fixated on the man, her expression hardening. The more Joey spoke, the more she felt as though a pit was gradually forming in her stomach.

“Not to mention the standard-issue Glock, the shoulder holster, and he used police hand signals back at the house.”

Standard-issue Glock. Shoulder holster.

Sylvie tried not to think about it too much, but it was getting difficult. The man was looking more and more familiar by the second.

Then, that was when it all hit her. The glasses.

“Not a street cop. No, too smart. You need to be in control. So, I’m gonna say detective. Homicide or vice. And, he tries to hide it, but he’s from Queens. Probably only been up here a few years.”

Queens.

Sylvie could feel her chest tightening. It was definitely him. Joey’s description only confirmed her suspicions.

He was in my room. How the fuck did he even find me?

What the fuck is he even doing here?

Trying to push the thoughts out of her mind, Sylvie reached into the front pocket of the denim jacket she was wearing, taking out her wallet, taking out a $20 bill. Might as well see what Joey had to say about her. “Uh… how about me? I’m… curious.”

Joey took the $100 bill from the man before glancing at Sylvie. She carefully studied her for a few moments, then steadily approached her. “God, you poor thing.”

Sylvie raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, just look at you. Tortured artist, much? Most likely a loner, never really had any friends. You’re not from here, either. Chicago, I’m guessing?”

Sylvie slowly nodded. “Yeah… that would be correct.”

“You also seem like the kind of person who had to fend for yourself most of your life. You never had anyone, except for yourself.”

“How did you…?” Sylvie didn’t know what to say. She felt uncomfortable. Exposed.

Joey shrugged. “I suppose I have a talent for reading people.”

“Hey, uh, you do me, too?”

Joey turned around to glance at Peter, eyeing the bill that was in his hand. “I almost feel bad taking this… ‘cause you’ve basically got a fucking neon sign over your head that reads ‘muscle.’”

While Joey was analyzing Peter, Sylvie casted another quick glance at the bespectacled man that she was almost entirely certain was Adam. She had a multitude of questions, but she figured she’d might as well hold off until later, until she could talk to him privately.

“Quebec, right? You got bullied in school? Probably by Dad, too. So, when you got bigger than everyone else, you turned the tables. Made it into a career.”

Sylvie was alarmed by Joey’s skill at being able to pick apart people with such precision. All it took was just one look at somebody, and it was like she was able to figure out all of their secrets like it was nothing.

Next up was the blonde girl, Sammy. Grinning, she waved a $20 bill in front of Joey’s face.

“Wow, really? A twenty? That’s cheap, considering you come from money.”

Once again, Joey was spot-on. Sammy looked at her with a pleased smile on her face. “It’s true.”

“Which means you’re only in this for the kicks.” Joey continued. “You don’t get your hands dirty. You use a keyboard instead of a gun and tell yourself that makes what you do not as bad. Good luck when the illusion wears off.”

Sammy handed Joey the $20, a look of approval on her face. “Very good.”

Joey then approached the man next to Sammy who was wearing a leather jacket. “No money.” He said, chuckling.

“Then I’ll just leave it at ‘semper fi,’ and you’re getting off easy.”

Dean was left, and clearly he was offended that Joey hadn’t decided to bother with him. “Hold on, now, you forgot about me.”

Joey raised an eyebrow at him. “You don’t want me to do you.”

“Aw, c’mon. This is fun!”

“You’re not a professional.”

“I’m the best motherfuckin’ wheelman in this town.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t good, I said you’re not a professional. You’ve got… loose wiring. Probably a sociopath.”

With those words, Joey turned around. She was about to leave, when the man in the glasses let out a snide chuckle. “And you are a junkie.”

Joey stopped in her tracks, and the room went silent.

“Cop knows a junkie.” The man continued, taking a few steps towards Joey, carefully observing her. “Your little candy affectation, long sleeves, why you don’t wanna drink with us… you in recovery or something? How many days ya got? We gotta be worried about you?”

Sylvie was starting to feel even more uneasy than she had previously felt. Yeah, she was dead certain the man was Adam. The threatening aura was right there.

“No.” Joey calmly responded, staring him right in the eyes. As calm as she looked, even she appeared mildly intimidated.

“No?” Adam repeated, his voice quiet and cold. He got even closer to Joey, his face mere inches away from hers.

“Don’t ever fuck with me. I will know.”

“I’m gonna go check on the girl.” Joey then said. She turned back around and left, disappearing from everyone’s sight.

“I knew it. Junkies never share candy.” Dean commented with a chuckle. Adam turned around and gave a nonchalant shrug.

As he walked back over to the bar lounge, his gaze met Sylvie’s, and she swallowed nervously.

“You okay?” Sammy then asked. “Don’t mind Frank. Trust me, nobody here likes him.”

Frank? Oh, right… fuck.

Sylvie felt like she was going to panic. Now, she remembered everything — him staring at her through the mask he was wearing, standing right in front of her… when he briefly pulled down his mask to reveal his face. She remembered him holding some kind of syringe… and then it hit her.

He fucking kidnapped me, didn’t he?

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Sylvie eventually muttered, and she steadily approached Frank, staring at him directly the entire time. When she reached him, he looked down at her with a slight smirk.

“Well, you look exceptionally pissed.”

Sylvie narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, I am.”

“If you’re gonna start screaming at me, how about we take this somewhere private?”

“Yeah, gladly.”

Frank leaned against the wall in the hallway, looking down at Sylvie with a deadpan expression on his face as he patiently waited for her to speak.

“So…” he muttered, crossing his arms. “The fuck’s up with you?”

Sylvie drew in a deep sigh. “Why the hell are you here?” She asked. “That’s my first question. I moved to Massachusetts thinking I’d never see you again.”

“Both of us decided we needed a bit of change in our lives, didn’t we? Besides, I know you missed me.”

“Shut up.” Sylvie rolled her eyes. “What change?”

“Got bored.” Frank answered matter-of-factly. “Y’know, doing the same shit gets quite old after a while. Bored with my job, bored with my family, bored with my life. It wasn’t for me.”

“So, you quit being a cop and abandoned your family because you got… bored?”

“Mhm. What’s up with your life? It’s been a long five years, hasn’t it?”

Sylvie’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. Frank’s nonchalant demeanor about this entire situation was pissing her off. He just… didn’t care, but she couldn’t be surprised either. He was never really the kind of person to care about anyone or anything.

“I’ve been trying to turn my life around. I quit drinking and all the other shit I was doing. I’ve actually been doing great.”

“Quit drinking?” Frank repeated. “Suppose that means avoiding alcohol like the plague now, since you didn’t even want to have a sip of anything.”

Sylvie shrugged. “Decided that’s the best for me.”

“You’ll change your mind, eventually. The temptation’s always there. Just a matter of time before you give in to it.”

“You’re a real fucking asshole.”

Frank shrugged. “Just being honest. Now, what was the other question you were gonna ask me?”

“You fucking kidnapped me, didn’t you?”

Frank let out a small chuckle. “Shit, so you do remember everything. Yeah, I did, but I was just doin’ my job, y’know. I was given the order.”

“How the fuck did you know where I live?”

“You’d be surprised.”

Sylvie broke eye contact with Frank, unable to bring herself to look at him anymore. “So, you went from being a cop to a goddamn criminal? That’s ironic.”

“I learned some things by going undercover. Also, you still look the same, I see.”

Sylvie looked back up at Frank. “What do you mean?”

Frank gestured to the black lace skirt she was wearing. “Still dressing provocatively as usual, huh? God, do you dress like that on purpose?”

“You’re sick, you know that?”

Instead of responding to Sylvie, Frank only continued. “I’d be very surprised if you don’t have a boyfriend by now. Y’know, you’re the kind of girl that men would die to have.”

Sylvie tilted her head, an unimpressed expression on her face. “And you are a pervert.” She scoffed. “Also, what happened to your wedding ring? Got bored of your wife, too?”

Frank rolled his eyes. “You really had to ask that, didn’t you? I never even loved her in the first place.”

Before Sylvie could say anything else, Frank turned around, making his way back to the bar lounge. “Good talk, by the way.”

Sylvie just stood there and watched as he left, feeling a different combination of feelings all at once. She felt confused, and angry. She didn’t think she’d ever have to put up with Frank’s snarky, irritating attitude ever again, yet here they both were, now stuck in a mansion together.

(unrelated, but this scene from house md is basically just frank and sylvie’s dynamic in a nutshell 💀)

[sunflowers666]

ugh whats the point of smoking cigarettes if im not smoking w my friends. i hate it here i cant wait to be somewhere else. i kinda hate hitchhiking tho everyone sucks. ive been doing this for 2 years now? and weve had dozens of rides and ive met like 3 ppl that i like. those travelers that picked us up in Tennessee and got me sooo drunk and had all those dogs and stopped to try to catch fish it was so cute and gave me needles and ink. i hope we see them again. and that guy who picked us up in Wyoming and was quitting fent and gave us subs and was listening to folk punk and talked abt wearing dresses in high school. i hope hes ok. ughhhh i just wanna hang out waaaaa

[stevie-petey]

I know your inbox is probably full but if it's alright I'd like to send a lil something something in.

Could we see a little blurb about the sleepovers between Jonathan and reader? Like them hanging out together, asking stupid hypotheticals, reading comics, stuff like that?

" okay but if one day you turn around and I'm just a horse, what would you do?"

" why would you be a horse?"

" why are you dodging the question?!"

pls never hesitate to send me stuff my dear !! i will always gladly answer so no apology needed <3

i LOVE this blurb request and im kinda bummed i cant squeeze in sleepovers due to plot so this is purely self indulgent and i so hope u enjoy <3

“pssst bee.” you shouldve been asleep hours ago.

a sigh. “bug—”

“psssssssssst,”

“bug im so tired—”

“pssssssssssssssssssst,”

jonathan flings up from the beanbag. “okay. fine. im up. yes, what do you need?”

“what would you do if one day you turned around and i was a horse?”

you cant see his face too clearly in the moonlight, but you swear you see jonathans eye twitch. “when i agreed to sleepover—”

“you invited yourself, actually.”

“i thought we’d be asleep by like two. max. it’s now four in the morning and im about to cry from exhaustion.”

you scoff at him. “weak. weve stayed up later before.”

“sure, but we’re supposed to be up in like three hours for school and—”

“why are you dodging the question, jonathan?”

he sighs again, knowing he cant do anything else but play along. as if he’d want to do anything else. he had only been complaining to get you to roll your eyes at him and use that mock stern voice that always makes him smile.

“if you suddenly became a horse, i would feed you the best apples around.”

you rest a hand against your heart, oddly touched. “youd really do that?”

“of course.”

“aww. see, now i feel bad for keeping you up—”

“that way i can then hop on your back and make you take me everywhere. can you imagine how much money id save on gas?”

you hear, rather than see, your pillow collide against jonathans face.

giggles erupt in the room afterwards. theres no doubt youre both deliriously tired and will regret staying up so late once morning comes, but for now youre so happy you could melt into your blankets and float away.

“can i sleepover tomorrow, too?” jonathan asks, his voice laced with sleep and warmth.

you hum, your eyes drooping as you roll over and get comfortable in bed. “of course, dummy.”

“cool.”

“goodnight, bee.”

“goodnight, bug.”