#anyways im gonna throw myself out a window now

[starlitcrows]

baptismal flame or hellfire?

[greenxgloss]

Friends For Now? (Charlie Walker)

NSFW

summary: you and charlie have been friends for some time and he would help you do your homework sometimes, this time he caught you at the perfect time, struggling to finish your psych homework that happened to be about his favorite movies. while he was helping you he went in for a kiss and you allowed it to escalate.

warnings: unprotected sex, implications of stalking, mentions of female masturbation, fem!reader, use of Y/N, soft!dom!charlie, p in v, fingering, implied overstimulation

It's Tuesday night and your assignment is due tomorrow but you just can't get yourself to sit and focus on the Stab movies for this psych homework. "Watch Stab 2 and write a summary of the movie and a synopsis of the killers." you read aloud, hoping that it would help your answer click in your head. you scoffed and shoved your books over. for some reason you just couldn't focus on the movies and even after trying to cheat online you got nothing.

You heard a tap on the window and it was Charlie your best friend. "hey! need help?" he asked, opening the window. you quickly stood up and put on a shirt before he got in. "relax dude nothing I haven't seen before." he said, taking a deep breath as he gathered himself at the window. you giggled and sat back on your bed. "here just copy mine and change the wording around. the usual." he said throwing his notebook in front of you and zipping his bag back up. "thanks. I've been stumped for days." you told him as he joined you on the bed. "why didn't you just call me?" he asked. "ahh I don't know I just wanted to do this on my own. i always ask you for help." you told him as you copied down the answers. "no shame in asking for help." he said sheepishly, almost blushing.

sometimes you'd wonder if he'd ever watched you from your window. you knew that would be a crazy thing to accuse your friend of and also illegal but you didn't mind the idea. charlie is awfully pretty. he has big blue eyes but they weren't piercing, they were soft and laid gently on you every time. even before you both became friends and he would peer at you from across classrooms you didn't feel uncomfortable, you felt... admired, like he was watching in adoration. of course, it felt lustful but it also felt wholesome and full of love. still, you never pursued him that way. you felt as though you didn't have room for that kind of commitment in your life. you wanted to get your shit together first, to get the grades, the job and the money. then and only then would you have time to give someone your undivided. anyway you didn't mind his pretty eyes on you at night with your hand slipped under your lace, watching from the window as you pirspired and whined quietly to keep anyone in the house from hearing.

charlie snapped you out of it. "y/n?"

"uh.. i don't know it would just be nice to get it for myself." you told him as you continued writing. "I appreciate it don't get me wrong but its not like you're gonna be able to help with tests and exams." you giggled. he smiled. "no I know I just, want you to know Im here you know? you can always call." he said, moving over to sit next to you and shove your shoulder. you nodded and let the comfortable silent engulf you and you looked at each other in the same admiration you felt when you'd spot him watching you in class.

he looked down at his hand and back up at you as he slowly put it on your thigh waiting for your approval at which point you lightly put your hand on his and inched it up to your heat. "charlie." you started, "do you ever watch me from the window?" you asked him as your face heated up and you let him press his fingers to your clothed clit. he let out an exhale. "mhm." letting his eyebrows furrow as he thought about all the times he wanted to crawl through the window into your bed and make you cum and scream his name. "you watch me touch myself?" you whispered, a quiet whine following as he pressed firmly. "you knew I was. don't pretend you don't know I watched you arch and say my name and beg for me." he said, finally getting on top of you and kissing your neck. you'd been kissed but you'd never been touched this way and it made you ache for him. you had to bite your lip a little harder while his hands roamed you freely you felt your body cling to his. "fuck charlie." you moaned. "just like that." he smirked, grinding his hips between yours, feeling the tent pitch in his own jeans.

he inched your shorts off. "you're so beautiful baby." he said, scanning you over then kissing you, placing his hands on your tits and lightly groping you causing you to moan into his mouth. "you gotta stay quiet if you wanna keep going." he pulled away and whispered, keeping eye contact as he slipped in two fingers causing your mouth to gape. "you're so good to me charlie fuck it feels so good." you continued to whine and melt into his gentle touch. "yeah? tell me how good it feels baby." he hummed watching you squirm and buck your hips at his fingers, desperately wanting him to reach deeper. "I need you so bad. I want you to fuck me." you told him and felt him curl his fingers up making you grip his arms and moan into his mouth. you wanted to touch him so you reached for his jeans and he let you unbutton them. his cock popped out hitting him on the stomach and you quietly gasped. "holy shit Charlie it's so big." you watched the length just keep going. you took his shirt off as he pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt causing you to gasp softly.

you sat back and watched him. you deeply thought he was beautiful. "you're so sexy charlie." you told him as you reached out and caressed his chest then pushed him down and got on top of him. you tossed your shirt off as you straddled him. "speak for yourself." he dragged his hands from your waist to your ass as you adjusted yourself and slowly slipped his length into your tight wet pussy, one hand on his chest and the other wrapped around his cock. "oh fuck fuck fuck" you moaned and you began bouncing but of course, charlie couldn't hold his patience and began rocking his hips up into you both of you now quietly whimpering and whining in sync.

the room was sweaty and the light was dim as your moans filled the walls along with the sound of your skin smacking each others. the sound only made you more and more wet. soon you felt your core untangle and you slowly reached your climax. "fuck I'm cumming I'm cumming." you almost yelled and he quickly covered your mouth as his thrusts became sloppy. charlie fell apart at the same pace as you did, both of you finishing in sync. a rare occurrence for him who has had sex before.

you fought to catch your breath as you fell beside him, your shoulders touching. "that was..." Charlie trailed out. "my first time." you interrupted causing him to jump up. "YOUR FIRST TIME?" he whisper yelled, looking right into your eyes with pure lust. you could swear his pupils were hearts. "yeah? isn't it obvious?" you said, furrowing your eyebrows. "absolutely. I've never finished at the same time as the other person.. that might have been the best sex I've ever had.." he said, laying back down and holding you to his chest. you giggled quietly as you snuggled into him. "I mean not that I have anyone to compare it to other than my own hands but you did amazing." you whispered as you turned over to let him spoon you. "oh no we aren't done." he said, whipping up and throwing your legs apart, startling you.

needless to say, the two of you went on and on for hours and you had no complaints when you were falling asleep in psych class next to him while he laughed at you.

[evie-sturns]

𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 - 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: chris shows up at your window after an argument, you tell him to go away, but hes reluctant.

contains: smut, rough sex, swearing, teasing, slight spanking ,orgasm denial, aftercare!

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its only been a day since me and chris's argument, but to be honest, i'm already missing him. a lot.

i lie in bed, wearing panties and one of chris's shirts which he left at my house previously. my house feels strangely empty, its uncomforting.

i look up from my dimly lit phone, at my clock, resting on the wall 11:45pm. i roll over in bed, placing my phone down and resting my puffy eyes.

my heart drops, loud clanging noises echo from outside my window. i sit up quickly, grabbing my phone. my heart thumps as i hear footsteps on the metal roof. "fuck fuck fuck.." i whisper to myself as i stand up out of bed.

the footsteps abruptly stop, and then i hear a few soft taps on my window. i suck a deep breath in before approaching my window, pulling open the curtains.

my eyes widen, chris is staring back at me. i let out a loud scream as he looks at me.

after a few seconds of collecting myself i angrily open the window "what the fuck are you doing here!" i whisper. "can we talk.. please?" chris says calmly. i shake my head before slamming my window down and yanking my curtains shut.

i throw myself back into bed, wrapping myself in the covers as i feel tears well in my eyes. just the sight of him makes me upset.

im expecting to hear his footsteps disappear, but instead i hear dead silence from outside my window, followed by a loud thump and the bushes rustling.

did chris just fall off my roof into the flower garden.

a small smirk plays at my lips, of course, chris sturniolo fell off my roof.

after a few minutes, i hear the metal clanging of my roof for the second time tonight. hes back.

his footsteps stop, then more taps on my window. i sigh before dragging myself out of bed, and yanking my curtains back open. this time hes holding a single flower, with a sorry look painted on his face.

i open my window "go away chris." i mumble "please let me in, im not going away." he sighs as he grips the daisy in his palm.

i stare at him for a few seconds before opening my window, i take a step back, allowing him inside my room.

he climbs inside, chris is covered in dirt and grass, his hair is stuck to his forehead as he stares at me. just now i realise what i'm wearing.

he sticks a hand straight out, offering me the flower. i try to hold back the smile which is tugging at my lips as i take it, placing it on my bedside table. chris's cheeks flush as he looks me up and down.

"wearin' my shirt while we're mad at each other hm?" he says playfully, trying to lighten the mood. "fuck off." i mumble.

"look, im so sorry about yesterday. if i'm being honest i was totally in the wrong." he says, fidgeting with his nails.

"i know." i bite back as i look up at him.

he tuts before shaking his head. "look, i didn't just come here to fuck, i want to genuinely apologise."

"who said we were gonna fuck?" i say, folding my arms. without another word he walks over to me, picking me up by my thighs before slamming me down on the matress.

"i did, cause those panties are turning me the fuck on." he growls as he yanks them down. i moan lightly as he reaches between my legs, "pathetic, wet all over your thighs hm?"

i groan as he pulls of my shirt, toying with my breasts "chris.. stop teasing" i whine impatiently.

"maybe if you didn't have such a fucking attitude, you'd already be taking my cock by now." he says as he rubs my clit lightly, i buck my hips up, desperate for pressure. "needy, aren't you." he sighs as he unbuckles his belt.

"turn around." he demands "go on, on your hands and knees."

my eyebrows furrow, but i comply anyways. he grabs my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

smack

his belt collides with my ass, "chris!" i yelp as he rubs where he just spanked me "you want pressure, you're getting fucking pressure." he groans.

smack

his belt lightly smacks my clit from behind, causing my eyes to water. i let out a soft whimper, before i can open my mouth again i hear his jeans drop the the floor. i arch my back even more on the bed, my chest pressing against the matress as i look over my shoulder.

"fuck!" i yell as he slams into me, giving me no chance to adjust to his size, he thrusts into me, hitting deeper and deeper each time. the room fills with my screams of pleasure and chris's grunts. i grip the pillows as my eyes pour tears from the intensity, without warning i clench around chris, orgasming.

he quickly pulls out, painting my back with white ribbons. i collapse onto my stomach as chris flops down next to me before rolling me onto him. my head buries in his neck as he holds my ass tightly, the tears slow as i catch my breath.

"im so sorry baby, are you okay? was i too rough?" he says frantically. hes met with no response, just a small groan. "hey hey, talk to me please." chris says rubbing my back. "just intense.." i whisper "really good though.." i continue.

we lie in silence for a few minutes before i break it.

"chris?"

"mhm?" he whispers

"did you fall off my roof earlier?" i ask

"possibly.."

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omg this was lowkey freaky for me but hope yall enjoyed!!

[kiththecat]

Here's a shitty documentation of my morning

I wake up, check my phone, see a notif!

I read your post, barely awake, then I see chapter 16 and nearly scream my brother awake!

Next thing I know I'm in bed for the next 30 minutes reading both 15 and 16 cause I didn't even know 15 was posted

Amidst my fever dream I nearly throw my phone out the window when they start making out like thanks for that

I look to the side of my screen like 80% there and think to myself how much longer till I go insane lowq

Anyway I feel like branzy cause reading a chapter full of hallucinations and delusions right as I wake up is probably not healthy in any way whatsoever!

I would analyse this but as you read I just woke up so like I'm gonna sound just as delirious as your main character 🤞🤞

Now here are live reactions

I HATE YUOYLY I WILL EXPLODE YOU INTO A BAJILION PIECES THE WAY YOU CAN GET ME GOING INSANE OVR BRANZYS HALLUCINATIONS IN ONE MINUTE THEN HAVE ME GOBSMACKED AT THE MAKEOUT SCENE THEN HAVE MY HEART DHATTERING AT THEIR STUPID PLAYFUL BANTER LIKE GGRHRHGRUGHRHG BITES YOU OFFENSIVELY

The toxic yaoi is toxicing but at the same time are they really are they really toxic (yes they are a million times yes they are)

As per your chapter notes

reading 15 and 16 at once sounds like such an experience fhdkjskjfds

yay makeout scene made people feel emotions such as almost throwing their phones out the window (it took me like a full day writing that scene LMAO)

im laughing at the entire bottom part of this ask i love it when people yell at me for my silly endavours :3

ALSO THE MEEEEEME YOU DID THE MEME THANK YOU HDSAKSDAHKSDJ

[xo-cori]

hi um can i request smthn abt dina crushing readers head with her thighs while they eat her out <3 and reverse cowgirl with her. making her bounce on your lap. UGGGHHHNGH im so down bad for her.

hands on your knees, angelina jolie

pairing: dina woodward x fem!reader

summary: you’ve become addicted to the feeling of her body beneath yours. more specifically, her unassumingly strong thighs.

warnings: smut (MDNI), reader is definitely a munch 😁

a/n: HEYY i only did the first part bc i’m not exactly comfy writing about straps/any dicklike thing in general BUT I HOPE U LIKE ANYWAYS!!!

Her moans fill the dimly lit room, moonlight creeping in from the window that shines a ghostly light across her tan, freckled skin. It’s the middle of the night and she’s pliant underneath your touch. Her fingers make a mess of your hair, her bare chest rises and falls in rapid motion, and her thighs… well, you’d be content to die this way if she happened to break your jaw.

They clench down around the sides of your face, spasming and shivering. Her wetness soaks your chin and the wrinkled bedsheets below. You’ve been at it for well over an hour, yet have made no attempt to pull away or gasp for air. You simply don’t want to– and even if you did, Dina does too good a job of holding you in place until she’s had enough.

“Jus’ like that,” she purrs, looking down to see the way you’re bent down between her legs, ass up in the heavy air, giving her a proper show. “You’re so good to m-me… fuck!”

Your hands come down to her knees, encouraging her to fully close them behind your head as you hum in agreement. The vibrations cause her to throw her head back against the pillows behind her. Your tongue languidly licks up and down her petal-soft folds, jaw aching so badly you’re sure that it’ll be hard to chew the next day, but it’s all worth it when you feel her thighs tighten around your head once more and nearly pull the hair out of your head. Her back arches off of the bed while you open your clouded eyes to look up at her, watching intently as you lick another gentle orgasm out of her; her third one of the night. You sigh into her contently, scooping up all of her cum with your tongue so that you can savor the taste before she weakly pulls you off of her.

“Come here,” Dina breathes, not entirely sure her body even belongs to her anymore.

You crawl up to straddle her hips, leaning down to kiss her properly– she can taste herself on your lips, on your tongue, and she feels the slick that coats your chin. It takes all of her willpower to not jump your tired bones right then and there. Her arms limply wrap around your neck, all of that strength finally gone now that you’d drained all the energy she had. “Maybe one day you’ll actually crush my head.” You laugh against her lips, making her pull away with a gasp.

“Don’t even joke about that.” She demands, cheeks darkening with an obvious embarrassment.

“I’m not joking. You know how happy I’d be to die between your legs?” You sigh dreamily as you collapse on the bed beside her. Dina covers her eyes with her forearm and huffs.

“I’m already not gonna be able to walk tomorrow,” she groans, “so I don’t know where I’ll find the strength to do that.”

“Do what? Crush my skull like a watermelon?” You tease, laughing as she playfully smacks your arm. “It’s fine. I’ll just wait ‘til you’re back in one piece, then get back to hoping.”

Dina turns her head to look at you with a suggestive grin. “You know what? That’s awful, but still kinda turning me on.”

“Really?” You quickly prop yourself up on your arm, a hopeful tone in your voice. “We can go again, I just might have to use my fingers ‘cause my jaw is fucking done for–”

She cuts you off by moving to lay on her side and placing her arm around your waist, forcing you back down to lay with her. A soft smile graces her lips when she feels your hand come up to rub the soreness from her lower back. “You really tuckered me out, horn-dog.”

“Tuckered myself out, too. I’ll wash the sheets in the morning,” you say before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

For now, all you can do is doze off into a blissfully deep sleep and hope that you remembered to lock the front door.

[sorrowsofsilence]

Burning Out • Teaser

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

General Warnings: explicit content, smut 18+, mentions of drugs, alcohol, murder, other forms of crime, violence.

Authors note: hiiii. This story was requested by an anon a while back and I have decided to try and give it a shot (Prompt given was: Noah and the boys have a tough life and steal to make it by, and live in a motel room together. Meets reader and ends up breaking into her house unknowing.) I hope this vibes with what you wanted! <3 I have no idea how many chapters this will be, im just kinda gonna go with the flow!

Here’s the beginning of the chapter, just to see if anyone’s interested :3

NOAH

The world was always in a state of grey, the life of the concrete jungle persistently sucking out the souls of its inhabitants with every passing second. Destruction. Crime. Greed. A shattering abyss of capitalism and corruption.

Yet, I don’t think I was meant to be the good guy in this lifetime.

Maybe someday, in another universe, there would be a possibility for me.

But for now, the only thing I could think about was how my heart pounded as the gun sat between my fingers, threatening the innocent ahead.

Destruction, Crime, Greed.

“Noah, let’s go,” Ruffilo desperately pulled at my wrist in an attempt to drag me away. My arm remained still, held in its position, resisting his force.

The woman’s eyes watched me in horror, tears brimming as her back hit the brick wall behind her, arms wrapping protectively around her body in defeat.

My heart raced, yet I couldn’t move.

“I won’t say anything I swear,” She pleaded, lips trembling, saliva foaming from her mouth as she was too afraid to swallow.

I don’t want to do this, but I fucked up.

“Noah,” Ruffilo said through gritted teeth, “We need to go,” he placed a hand on top of my gloved one, in another attempt to have me lower the bad decision.

I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut in contemplation as my chest heaved, the voice of rationality fighting against the voice of destruction.

You’ve never been able to kill anyone before you moron, why do you think this time will be any different?

My eyes snapped open, leathered finger dancing along the trigger as I stared at her. My teeth barred through chapped lips, a snarl of frustration crawling from my throat as the woman's eyes turned away in fear; as if watching her demise would kill her.

Seeing her in complete terror left me broken. Is this who I am?

The next thirty seconds passed as though I was walking through molasses, my thoughts battling contradictions before I audibly screamed in frustration, shoving the gun back into my pocket as Nicholas and I ran towards the van.

“Fuck!” I yelled, slamming the car door as forceful as possible. The tires squealed in place, burning out as Jolly’s foot pounded onto the gas pedal.

I ripped off my ski mask, throwing it angrily onto the floor of the vehicle.

“You should’ve just left her Noah. Now if they find us we could be charged with assault with a weapon.” The deep Swedish accent was the last thing I wanted to hear. He eyed me sternly in the rearview mirror, and I lingered on his gaze for a moment before turning my head towards the window.

“Oh Fuck off Jolly,” I sighed angrily, closing my eyes as my breathing quickened, the anxiety beginning to set in. The pounding of my heart began to vibrate along my entire chest, and my leg bounced in anticipation, waiting for the panic to subside.

I kept justifying to myself that we’re all dead anyway, so what’s the difference between a God and a loaded gun?

The van sped through the city's veins, a blur of neon and shadows. I felt Ruffilo's eyes digging into me, a mix of disappointment and concern as he watched my tapping fingers against the plastic of the car door. Another fuck up added to the list.

The silence in the vehicle was deafening, broken only by the occasional honk of a distant car or the screech of tires against wet asphalt.

"We need to lay low for a while," Jolly's voice cut through the tension. "I know a place on the outskirts we can hang out at ‘till everything cools down. It’s not pretty, but it'll do."

I nodded absent-mindedly, my thoughts still with the woman we'd left behind. Her terrified eyes haunted me, a stark reminder of the monster I was becoming. Or perhaps had always been.

As we drove further from the city center, the buildings grew more dilapidated, the streets emptier. The grey world outside mirrored the turmoil that had taken over my thoughts, reminding me of the emptiness that seemed to follow me everywhere.

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Chapter One: The Apparition

I'll leave the prompt given below.

“BUT what about a Noah fic where him and the boys grew up with a hard life, but they always stuck together. Growing up they got into a lot of trouble, and they are still struggling. So they all live in a little motel room together. Then one day Noah runs into reader, and she’s new to LA and she also grew up with a bad background but she got away from it and worked her ass off to get a nice little house in LA. So they talk for a bit and get along with each other, they swap numbers and stuff. Then one night it’s noah get money for him and the boys. So he decides to break into a house and just steal some stuff so he can sell it for money. BUT he ends up breaking into readers house by accident, and she catches him. She hurt and scared at first, but then she starts kind of sympathizing for him. He is apologizing profusely to her telling her he didn’t know it was her house, and basically they have a conversation about Noah’s life with the boys, and why he does what he does. And basically they end up falling for each other, and after a while reader realizes how lonely she is living in her house alone in LA with no friends. So she tells noah that him and the boys should move in with her, and she would help them find jobs and stuff. Eventually they agree, and then after they move in she notices how much they love music and that the two nicks both have old acoustic guitars that they occasionally play while Noah songs along. She works at a bar and then ends up getting them a gig at her work, and then after they play there a few times they start blowing up on the internet and getting popular, then eventually they get huge and go on tour. When they become famous they all convince reader to go on tour with them so they can start taking care of her like she did them when they needed it the most.”

[sunrisemill]

✮From the start✮ pt.3

Chris and y/n have always been inseparable, they’ve always relied on each other but what happens when one of them falls?

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.4 Finale

Chris’ pov

(2 months ago)

I toss and turn in my bed but can’t shake off this horrible feeling. She's been acting weird and distant lately, I feel like I don't know her anymore…are we still friends? The other day we were watching a movie on my couch, and she looked so sleepy. I couldn't help myself, I put my arm around her and the only way I could describe the look on her was pure horror. Did I do something wrong? Did I go too far? Did I smell or something? I groan into my pillow as those thoughts flood my brain. I have to talk to her. I rip the blanket off of my body and slowly sit up “Alright Grandpa. Do you need help with that?” I feel my lips curl up into a small smile at the memory. She never did give me a break, god forbid I'd let out the TINIEST noise bending over “You okay Grandpa?.” “Do I need to take you to the nursing home already?” Her voice rings through my head as I stand up, I glance over at the alarm clock on my bedside table, 12:22 it reads. God, I hope she’s awake. I can't go on like this anymore.

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“Y/n.” I whisper-shout as I stand below her window. I know she’s up cause she has her lamp on “I bet she’s blasting her music, that girl’s gonna go deaf.” I grumble to myself. I smirk as an idea comes to mind, I pick up a small pebble and throw it towards her window creating a small tap noise. “Oh, my precious Y/n. I cannot bear another second without your gracious company.” I say in the most dramatic tone I can come up with. Not long after that I hear the sound of a squeaky window being opened. “Now what the actual hell was that?” I grin as she pokes her head out of the window. God, she looks beautiful… “what? I thought you liked corny shit like that. You're always making me watch that cheesy ass rom-com, what was it now… 12 going on 22?” I ask in a teasing voice. Of course, I know it's 13 going on 30, how could I ever forget her favourite movie? I even watched it without her so I could memorize the wedding scene that she does not stop talking about. “Haha, Chris. You're so funny.” she replies with a PAINFULLY sarcastic tone. “Why are you here anyway?” I take in a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you, could you maybe…come down here, my neck hurts.” I watch her let out a soft chuckle as she retreats her head back, she's gonna come outside and I'm gonna have to do one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. She can't hate me…can she? I mean, she could after this. Y/n hasn't always been the best at expressing her emotions or telling me how she feels, she just shuts down. My thoughts get interrupted by the sound of her back door sliding open. I don't know how she does it, she could be wearing a trash bag for all I care and she would still take my breath away. “Hey…” I whisper as my voice fails me. “Hi?” I watch as she hugs her body to shield herself from the cold. “I was just- I was wondering…are you okay?” Her body stiffens and I just think…oh shit. “I'm fine, Chris. Why wouldn't I be?” The coldness in her voice could send a chill down anyone’s spine “Y/n, I can tell when there’s something wrong. Why can’t you talk to me?  Im here for you.” I take a step toward her but she steps back. C'mon Y/n, don't do this to me. Let me in. Just talk to me. I silently plead to her as her face contorted into a look of annoyance. “I've told you a hundred times already. I am fine. Why can't you comprehend that I don't need a saviour. It's 1 am, go home and sleep like a normal person for once in your goddamn life.” My breath catches in my throat as her tone gets more and more cold as she speaks. What happened to the Y/n that I know? The one I fell in love with… “you know what…” I swallow as I feel tears brimming my eyes. “Im done dealing with this. I care about you but you couldn't give two shits even if you wanted to. Do you know what you are Y/n? A fucking coward! Oh, how dare somebody show even the littlest bit of concern for you. I bet you’ll just forget about me, You'll get a new best friend and fuck it up the same way cause you're too much of a pussy to confront your feelings. I tried helping you but you're hopeless.” I wipe away the tears that fell from my eyes and huff before storming off in a fit of rage. I slam the gate to her backyard behind me, leaving a shivering, startled Y/n behind. Even after all of that…I cant help but still love her.

(A/N: Omg this took so long to come out cause my laptop decided to break but I finally got it fixed YIPPEE!!!! I hope you'll like this cause I feel like I cooked with this. Don't ruin my confidence)

Tags: @guccifrog

[star-vibing-prompts]

Random shit I had or others had said as prompts.

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of sus, dark humor(probably), dark themes(also probably), Sensitive topics

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"Motherfucker is high on cat nip at the top."

"Imma just kick this fish then-"

"Let me sleep with you!"

"STOP CREAMING YOURSELF"

"Let me throw your child!"

"I smacked a bad guy's booty."

"That was a good ass slap!"

"Give me all these delicious batteries!"

"Everybody died in this family!"

"I JUST SHOT HER BODY WITH MY GUN-"

"I DIDNT EVEN KNOW I HAD BALLS STILL!"

"I got stuff on my neck!"

"Be honest, am I hot?" "I'M GAY-"

"IMMA WHIP OUT MY BEANS ESSAY"

"Not the duckussy"

"Already sus gonna hide in the ooc"

"Okay I got my happiness, bye"

"I like me some Among Us"

"Can someone hold me please"

"[Name] stop searching. I wanna search something up to on him!"

"IS HE WRITING A FANFIC OML"

"I KNOW BUT WHEN I LAUGH I SOMEHOW CHOKE ACK-"

"You're more grosser than I am."

"Ohh~ Hee got the rizz~"

"OKAY BACK TO CRYING"

"I love dying screaming"

"IM CRYING WHAT DID WE JUST WALK IN ON???"

"I will slap myself if I say something sus"

"Let her scream lmao."

"Being force to talk by a 14 year old"

"Such a beautiful break up"

"STOP RIZZING ME"

"Anyway does anyone want to get slap by me?"

"Damn she hot"

"THE FUCK WOMAN???"

"DAMN I AM A LONELY BITCH"

"Actually *SHITTING* himself would be pooping. *PISSING* himself would be peeing."

"Why did you eat mah stick?"

"STOP EATING POOP???? WHOS POOP EVEN IS THAT???"

"I- Wha- ho- ...MY BRAIN CANT HANDLE THISI-"

"I think u just pissed him up even more"

"And why are you creaming [Name]?" "Damn tell me how you really feel about the cream jesus"

"One of them is: What the fuck is going on at this point and why am I still here for it?"

"I just love killing people!"

"I want to fuck Optimus Prime."

"Allergies are kicking me ass"

"I would've given you some but you didn't talk fast enough /j"

"[NAME] PLEASE I BE SILLY"

"I SWEAR ON [NAME] IT AINT ME"

"Why is [Name] robbing [Name2]"

"Enjoy your last peaceful moments"

"You were the chosen one"

"Then speak it"

"And [Name] just set himself on fire"

"I feel like I am being judged now,,,,,bye." *disappears*

"The shame has already been done there is no going back"

"My mom used to buy me robux before she mcfucking died"

"I BROKE MY STICK"

"THEY DONT KNOW WHAT GOES ON BEHIND CLOSED DOORS"

"My gaydar told me"

"What the fuck are smiley fries."

"Rice with beef broth because we have no chicken"

"Anime cat girls are canon within Spongebob now."

"The Cat Has Ingested The Wall"

"Split dat chicken wingg"

"Oeuur... digs chicken wing out of the carpet"

SHRIEKS AND BREAKS IN THROUGH A WINDOW

"They have been bestowed the name [New name]"

"I love the fumbling with the remote"

"Literally vibrating in my chair, I’m really excited for the game"

"That's so sad imagine someone hated you so much they wouldn't even spend more than 5 bucks to hire a hitman"

"Bro's gonna be willing to die after that"

"FLOOFY AND GOOBER"

"I wanna invite them for tea and crumpets

The best type of relationship"

"ILL FORFEIT ALL MY LEGAL POSSESSIONS TO HIM"

"Like damn dude you don't need THAT much eye liner"

"This is so emo"

"My dude needs to look fabulous"

"WHAT A GOOBER ! FOOLISH LITTLE FELLOW"

"OMG ITS MY KID"

"LIL GUY IS SPEEDY ASF"

"They got a little too silly"

"ITTY BITTY"

"They just need to put some ice on it"

"Aww noo they spilled the cranberry juice" :(

[velvetporcelain]

wednesday night.

in the car. it’s pouring rain. I always feel safe here.

dressed like a boy today because it’s easy, oversized everything.

plus I pretty much shoved my femininity back into my womb to protect what’s left of it. —- it’s like natural incubation— I’m really good at healing myself— but I’m also really good at sabotaging myself. anyways—- I think this is the start of something good, I’m slowly throwing it all away and keeping what i want to take with me, i can let it go— i have to let it go— it’s fucking weighing me down- it’s killing my spirit— sure it would really be easy to keep saying “I’m fine” — but that word is a bandaid for a gaping wound they refuse to clean. Obviously it’s time to let go of this pain- this self betrayal. I don’t want to erase- I want to learn- I want to remember.

i don’t want it anymore. I release everything blocking me from ascending, shining, loving. My mind is a second womb, a place to hide when im on the verge of death, reborn again, reborn endlessly—- im gonna hide, maybe I won’t come out.

Here is perfect. I have literally been spewing things from my mind, and sometimes it’s violent and sometimes it’s painful and makes me cry- sometimes it’s easy and I feel confident— sometimes I miss what I already threw away— sometimes I feel guilty— but I always feel powerful- I always feel conscious- I always feel present— I always feel eager to cleanse —

i was always fucking switching but now I feel stable and I feel clarity— and I feel like im absorbing myself like I have always wanted to — my creativity keeps impressing me and I want to express that with the same clarity that I think it. I’ve read more books than I’ve ever read in my life— again impressed— not by the amount of books- but by the fact that i can get my brain quiet enough to comprehend the content.

sleep— my window open so i can hear the rain— and im completely in love with who i am becoming and that will make me sleep peacefully.

-x

[midnightmisadventures]

So this time we’re on our way home, i see he doesnt have any gas, so i say “you can stop here for gas” he pulls into the station and its dystopia city lol. Theres homeless people with broken limbs begging for help. Theres.....scary shit. So he goes ya know lets just get out of here.

So we’re driving and he’s being such a bad driver, constantly almost crashing. But we’re laughing about it. Then we’re holding hands, flirting, flirting. Massaging eachothers hands, being such a couple.  

And then he pulls my hand up to his mouth and i think he’s gonna kiss it. But instead he takes my two fingers (pointer and middle) and puts them in his mouth. And now its like.....hot. 

Like when i tell you i was turned on I WAS. So im playing into it, basically fingering his mouth. This is so graphic, but i can feel myself getting wet. He’s still driving but the sexual tension is building. Then he SLAMS into the break sort of. Pulls over. Idk if we home but i didnt care. He’s like...ready to fuck. So he stops the car. Pushes the seat all the way back and lowers it, and i get on top of him soooo ready lmao. I also still know this is a dream, so i dont have any nerves im just excited. Btw im wearing my yellow dress i wore to lias party. 

Anyway, now im on top of him, and i go in and kiss him but then notice. THeres puke everywhere. Like puke and drool coming out of his mouth, puke on his shirt, puke on the dash. And im confused?? And im like “uhh maybe like wipe your mouth or spit into something first” and im trying to look around for a napkin and not make him feel too embarrassed bc ew i just kissed his wet puke lips. 

THEN, the cops....or the town orderlies idk dystopia. Knocks on his window like get out whats going on, we need to search him. SO i quickly get off his lap lol back into the passenger. And the cops are like “what the fuck is going on” they didnt have any specific reason....idk it was confusing. So we were both changed out of our “school” uniform. And i think mark starts explaining to the guy that we’re on our way back from school. And hes like “yea i need proof of your uniform. preforably a clean one” so he’s looking and then the cops start searching his car and filing a report. And for some reason i was so confused as to where the puke came from and when it got there. 

So i was like “i dont understand was that ur puke” and he was like “yea it was me, i slammed on the breaks and boom threw up” and then i realize and am like “OH NO was it my fingers, did i gag you omg im so sorry” also being kinda cute about it. Like babe was it my sexy fingers teasing you?? And hes into it he’s like NO don’t apologize. Your fingers did nothing wrong, i wouldnt take that back, like i’d throw up 10 more times if it meant we got to be hot and tease eachother. So its kind of a cute funny moment, and i did like him, and i did want to kiss him more. But i just started looking around lol. The cops were here, we werent home yet. We had dystopian highschool again tomorrow lmao. I was like, this isnt worth it. This is a dream i should just cut out. Cause this can only get scarier, and what if i get in a situation where im stuck or in a scream proof room. I should just get out while i know i can, i dont feel like dealing with the authority in this dream world. 

So i leave marks side, go behind the car, and scream my lungs out. Literally it took all my might, i was worried it wouldnt work. Then i ended up in the “fake wake up” dream. And then i actually woke up.

Wasnt that a weird dream?

[mooki3-bear]

And Can You Make It Last Forever (kk Arnold X black!fem!reader)

Summary: Just a cute fic of y/n and kk finally dating

Summary: You and kk finally get together

She looked so pretty. How could someone look so pretty? 

Me and Kk were just sitting in her car at 1:00 am in a random parking lot, a PARTYNEXTDOOR song playing in the back. She called me from her dorm telling me that she couldn't sleep; she said she wanted to see me. I then found myself sitting there listening to her go on and on about how she was excited about the team vacation they were gonna take.

“I'm already packed and everything even though it’s like two weeks away” she exclaimed while talking with her hands. She is so cute when she gets excited. “Aw, im happy for you kk” I say with a yawn.  She looks into my eyes while taking her hand to move my curly hair out of my face. “I'm sorry i woke you up. I just wanted to talk to someone. You’re like…my favorite person to talk to” she says looking down at her fidgeting hands. I let out a tiny laugh before reassuring her that it was ok. I never want her to feel bad about anything, ever. “I kinda wish you were coming with us. It would've been a lot more fun with you” Kk confesses and she takes my hand into her’s. Her hands were so soft yet so strong. I felt my face get hot and she ran her thumb over my knuckles. I turned to look out the window so she wouldn’t see my obviously flustered face.

As the car got quiet I started to think about her and me. She’s been my best friend ever since I got to Uconn. I can’t imagine my life without her and I've only known her for a year. She is the reason I even became more social. She’s my favorite extrovert.

As I snapped out of my thoughts, I turned to see Kk already looking at me. “Whatchu lookin' at” I laughed. Kk lets out a laugh before subtly unbuckling her seat belt to make herself more comfortable. “Haha, nothing. You just look really good right now” Kk tilts her head down to not make eye contact with me. 

Me and Kk have a “will they, won’t they” relationship. Everyone wants to see us together but they also love the thrill of thinking that we will just stay friends. I have been in love with this girl since the second I saw her. She makes me laugh and she makes me feel like I can be myself around her. The only thing I hate about being in love with her is how popular she is.

Seeing other girls on campus throw themselves at her while I have to watch in the background isn’t really for me. Also seeing that all these girls are gorgeous makes me feel like she would leave my side in an instant just for them. I know for a fact that I'm beautiful but I can’t help but worry. 

I take myself out of my depressing thoughts and turn my attention back to Kk, noticing that we are still holding hands. I let out a couch trying to slightly change the subject. “Anyways, how did that date go with umm…Teagan” I said trying my best to sound interested. “Her name is Reagan,” Kk says with a loud laugh. “That’s what the fuck I said! How was it with Riley” Kk lets out an even louder laugh before leaning back in her chair. “Eh. It was alright. We ate, walked around, and then I tried my absolute best to teach her how to play basketball. That sport is not for her” she says rolling her eyes. Some part of me was excited that her date with whatever the hell that girl's name was went bad, but I couldn’t let her know that. “Well, why was the date just eh” I asked leaning back in my seat with her. Kk looks away trying to avoid eye contact with me. 

“Girl wait! What happened? Did her breathe stink? Did she talk about herself too much? Did yall fuck and it was bad?! Tell me”

“She wasn’t you” Kk finally looks into my eyes.

My breath gets caught in my throat. She’s shes said stuff like that before, all the time. But this time felt different. 

We looked into each other's eyes for a few more seconds, the greatest few seconds of my life. Suddenly, I saw Kk lean towards me and bring her soft hands to my cheek. I felt my body go onto autopilot as I leaned in, my eyes shutting on their own. After what felt like an eternity, I finally felt her lips touch mine. I know it sounds cliche, but I felt fireworks and sparks. As she deepened I noticed that her soft lips tasted like the strawberry chapstick I had given her, which only made me want to kiss her more. This was probably the best thing that had ever happened to me. 

When our lips finally parted so we could breathe, I couldn't do anything but look into her eyes for what felt like forever. I finally let out an awkward couch and tried my best to say something. “I um…that was…good” Kk lets out a laugh before taking her two fingers to grab my chin. “You are so cute, you know that” she says before leaning closer once more. 

“I think I would be even cuter as your girlfriend,” I say with a giggle. She licks her lips before giving me one more peck. “I think I’d like that Baby”.

I thought this was a bit cute so I just wanted to release it <3

[hauntedtotem]

i had such a good dream and I woke up right before I was about to kill this guy 💔

(it's ok it was deserved)

It starts out with me back in 6th grade at 11 yrs old again, but I have my adult brain and all my memories still so I'm like. "Fuck this I'm not doing schoolwork all over again/not gonna sit here and be belittled and talked down to bc everyone thinks I'm a kid" so I leave my English class, one of the teachers i didnt like starts following me because, y'know, kids can't just walk out of school- I'm taking all these extra hallways and doors that don't exist irl, telling her im an adult and trying to lose her.

Whatever, boring stuff- then I hear other teachers talking about a special field trip my class won to [redacted location] where they'll get to fly in a helicopter. And I get a final destination vision where the helicopter crashes (but everyone is fine), so I'm like. Perfect, I can take some money, go on this field trip, and escape during the commotion so I don't have to relive 6th grade.

I wasn't eligible to go but snuck on the train anyways, and the ticket guy on the train was also the operator for this helicopter thing we were doing? He asks for my ticket, I give him a crumpled up carnival ticket I found in my pocket and he's pissed, but we're already at the location so what're you gonna do, that's all I got.

Apparently because I wasn't supposed to be on this trip and no one back home knew where I was, I was reported missing and had to hide my identity. This guy was speaking outloud to our group saying if any of us are a runway then we're "selfish little bastards that deserve to suffer."

Guy was super angry about it, idk.

I sneak onto the copter, and for some reason the city was like Venice and had rivers and waterways everywhere, and one of my classmates is saying it's the river styx and freaking out about all the bodies floating down. I didn't see dead bodies, just regular people swimming around in tubes. so I was like, "dude I think that's just a lazy river". But he was adamant they were corpses/souls in anguish, (and considering the events later on in the dream his perception was probably right, but it looked normal to me?)

So, copter crashes like in the vision, I had an umbrella to shield from the shattered glass of the front window. My classmates are perfectly fine, I escape the wreckage in the commotion. I go to this other area next to the crash site with a piranha infested lake, and the angry ticket guy's stuff is there, which I throw into the lake and let it get eaten by the piranha because the guy was an asshole and yelled at me for the whole trip.

Then I swim across while the fish are distracted, there's this big marble alter on the other side. It's like a cathedral-style mausoleum or something? I hoist myself out of the lake, entering this alter.

I hear the ticket guy across the lake, pissed about his stuff being thrown in and he's talking to my coach (who was chaperoning our field trip) about how he was going to kill me, with great detail and very enthusiastically.

I can hear this all the way from inside this weird little occult place I entered, the inside is grimy and only contains this small square hole, that was a chute to somewhere. He knows I'm there, and I hear him all giddy about how he gets to throw me down the chute.

So im like, what's in the chute?? So I jump down myself, and it's like a straight drop into a body pit. It's so clogged up with the amount of corpses in there, so you don't even make it to the pit, you just get stuck in the chute and starve while being forced to lay in decomp with hundreds of rotting bodies under you, and you can't climb back out. Guy has been throwing kids down here for who knows how long.

So I'm pissed now, because this dude was going to kill what he thought was an 11 yr old child, just because I didn't pay for a train fair and threw his man-purse in a lake. And he's clearly a serial child murderer from how many bodies he had stacked in this little sacrificial pit- I assume because the location it had to be some sort of ritualistic cult thing? And maybe tied into the river styx thing going on outside idk.

Little does he know, I'm not actually a small human child, so my body contorts, limbs bending at all sorts of angles to climb out of the chute, and i hide in the rafters while he gets to the alter and walks in.

He walks in laughing, thinking he's about to kill some defenseless kid, but I'm right above him in the rafters ready to scare the shit out of him and throw his ass down the chute myself. Im sitting up there looking like an uncanny edit of the Russian Sleep Experiment animatronic, doing a worse version of the grudge crawl like:

And I am soo ready to see his reaction, and get revenge for all those victims. And then I wake up before I can even show off that I'm not human :(((

[piratefrog006]

Quick update on life in general, cause there's really no one I can talk this with.

(TW: I really tought this was gonna be a fun vent, but it turned out to be actually quite traumatic, the warning is for suicide, dropping out of school, crazy moms and running away form home)

This last school year I started a two year long fashion curse, after dropping out of high-school (I choose this course because it was between this, or a baking/culinary one) (I actually didn't really like any of those options, but you know I decided fashion was the beast option)

I FUCKING HATE IT

And it's not because of the classes or the people. Because it's actually been amazing, it's just that it's something I don't want to do, and someplace I don't want to be in, and on top of that classes are exclusively on the afternoon, from 15-20 so.

I started this vent yesterday, before Lunch, before things got wrecked, like its bad.

So I went to lunch with my grandpas and cousins for the first time in almost a year, but anyway all fine, and I get to a quiet moment so I open up to my cousin, and I tell her that I am not liking school as much as I tought I would, that I really don't want to go and what I said before, when I tell you, when I tell you to be careful what you say and wish for, cause damn this things manifest quickly.

So today, it's a normal Wednesday, right, same school schedule, same everything, but I had a lunch date with two of my new friends. I ditched. And then time just ran me, and I didn't get ready for school. I didn't really want to go either, so it was kind of perfect.

I don't get ready, my mom yells at me for not being ready.

(Quick context, I missed last week's Tuesday school, she threatened me to drop me out of school if I didn't show up again)

I get more yelled at, I lock myself into my room, barracading the door with myself, cause I have no locket (I've been asking for it for years, obiouky gave up at this point) so I'm locked in and she's kicking the door, that I have my back on, yeah, she's kicking and punching, and screaming, and banging, im not listening, its not the first time this has happend either, so i have my headphones on, cause ill be dammed if I ever listen to what she says in those moments again, (it's like berge of s word bad) she gives up, walks out of the house, goes arround it and tries to break into my room from my window, exactly, we are all following right?

So she tries that, but I try and shut it before she jumps inside (this is actually so crazy I didn't realise until now, wow). She's all like, "Tell me! Tell me why aren't you going to school today!!!" And I tell her, "I just didn't want to, I'm not really in the mood" which is the truth, I'm lazy and mentally unstable and she just bashes out. Because well, it's my mom, so obiouly she can throw this ughe tantrums and scream and kick, but I can't, because then I'm overacting and I'm scaring her, no shirt sherlock you're not scaring me right? Well, so that's why I try to stay as monotone as possible, she finally leaves cause she had to take my sister to school, this is like and hiura ago so like 3pm.

Before she goes, she gets back inside the house, kicks the door, that I'm still on, for a good five more minutes and leaves.

But before she goes, she starts making calls in front of my door for me to hear it, obviously, first to the phone company saying that she wants to temporarily take down my phone line, I'm okey with that I only need the music app and it doesn't work with WiFi. So I'm okey. Then she calls the school, and she's all like "Yeah, she want to drop out" Me yes , I made that decision, but she keeps going she's being blatantly brutal about me and the things I do, but specially, the things I don't do, like going to school, they ask her "but she's really good at this, and she's doing okey in the classes what happend" and she responds "well she missed school today" and the lady on the line was so audibly weirded out by that she's like "But it's a day, is this...are you sure?" And she's like,"Yeah, I want to drop her out, send me the papers" the other lady finally gives in and sends the papers, the papers are singed

I don't go to school anymore.

Okey, she keeps kicking. I just wanted a few hours for myself, cause with these new routine and shit has me running arround all day so I'm getting like 3-4 hours of sleep, which I've been what I normally sleep on vacation or last year, but now that I literally have to run and stuff to get to places I'm enormously exsauted, which my mom seems to be completely blind to, she's like "Hsve you seen me? And all the things I'm doing and..." Blah, blah, the same as always, because either do notice, and not going to school today meant a thing less for her to do, so I thought I was also helping her, but no.

So after the calls, she tries again to break into my room, but this time I wasn't ready so she opens a but and sticks her arm inside, I'm so sorry but hse sticking insane, and mind you I don't know she's got her arm there cause my back I'd on the door and I'm looking at the floor, she starts screaming, I'm not even pushing at this pont, she screams and the door keeps going back, and I look up, and that's when I see that her arms is there and she's kind of pushing in all directions, I tell her to take her arm out and stop pushing the door, she doesn't listen, she's still screaming at me, she runs away because I hurt her.

I contemplated killing myself at this point cause what man, us that or running away, and I'm far too ugly or fat to do so, it might sound stupid, but I just can't go out of my house theres this like burning feeling inside of like my chest, and its like telling me "Everyone is judging you, everything you do is wrong, the way you look, the way you talk, how you walk, how clothes good on you, how big your shoes are" and I just can't do it, I don't want to go outside, an dmy mom says that I need to and she forces me, but everytime I do I just want to cry, and look I've gotten over it many times. But I just can't do it anymore. All my friends are skinny, like model skinny and pretty, and I'm not I'm fat and ugly, and they don't seem to care. No body acres but me, but that's the problem, nobody cares but me, I want to be beautiful. I want people to notice me, I want people to care. And I know I'll probably never get it, which is yhe worst part.

Oh my funking god!

My mom just got back she was supposed to stay out in the park til dark, I was gonna take a train to Paris then London, I need to go, I'll tell you about it later.

Okey, I'm back. Wait, you're reading this in one setting, well, then I'm still here.

You know with the whole thing that went down, how I don't have school anymore, or any other family member to be with, and my mom is threatening to kick me out, I'm running away, I was supposed to run away today, but she got here like 4 hours earlier than expected and I had to go out and get a bus, so I couldn't do it today, that's why I'll do it tomorrow.

And here's the plan:

1. Packing stuff, only the necessary, not my laptop, or too many books, or shut, just some clothes and all the money I have left

2. The transport, (I've already looked it up) I will take a bus from my house to the next town, thre I have to take another one to the city, and from the big bus station I'll take the train to Paris, I tough about staying there because it would be quite similar to Barcelona, and I love it, but then I remembered I don't know enought French to live there, so when I get there I'm taking a train to London. And from there we'll see, I'll have to get a job, obviously, and I'll take anything just as long as I'm not here.

And that's pretty much how it's going, I only have around 300 euros, which I will have to exchange for pounds when I get there, and I'll probably only have like 20 left, but it's something I got to do.

I'll try to keep you updated, but my mom has cut down the WiFi and my phone line, so I'll see about that.

Love you! Have a great time!!♡

[tears-of-boredom]

tumblr is lagging in a weird way so i dont know if this is gonna post but

what if I killed myself huh, would that give a chance at the life ive always wanted. i dont even really want to kill myself right now, sometimes specific words just sound right when out together. also earlier i was repeating "she needs to sort out her priorities" in my head because that is the equivalent of vocal stimming to my quiet ass. also yeah im kinda sad about the vibe ive created in my mind around harry potter. its this non-existant thing but still i get like really wishful and sad whenever I think about harry potter. and by "non-existant" i mean that the vibe was completely created by ATYD and is associated in my brain with the whole hp world forever now. and its kinda awful. but also I shouldnt beat myself up over this. because im pretty sure the only reason the vibe stuck so hard is because when i was in one of my earliest depressive episodes, imagining conjuring flowers for myself was how i spent many sleepless nights. but also I'm pretty sure my mom isnt aware of what kind of person jk is, and its really awkward cause we have like two hp mugs and I wanna throw them out but then she said that if I dont wanna use them, she could put them in between the window panes. as decorations. which is even worse. it would be better if the reason we have them still is "we use them to drink stuff.". but I was really fucking tired when she said that and i didnt wanna get into conflict. anyways what the fuck was I talking about im so sorry. guess ive just been dealing with the guilt of still wanting to enjoy the idea of harry potter that i have in my head. and the fics. which admittedly suck a lot of the time. honestly like if you write hp fics just dont mention the differing dorms its really fucking weird, dont keep that weird sexist shit in. I mean, thats assuming that you don't like jk. cuz if you did you'd probably like the sexist shit. you'd probably like how every single fic has at least one "group of giggling girls". anyways yeah i dont really hate myself today, i just think my hormones are a bit rowdy. so i just feel shitty for no reason. its honestly the worst when you cant even pinpoint why in the fuck you feel shitty. anyways im gonna listen to music now because i have not done that in a long fucking while. seriously, i have not had the need to leave the house for so long that id take my earbuds, and otherwise ive been tiring myself out playing on the ps4 so ive not even realised its a thing i can do.

oh cool you can add the read more thing on mobile now.

[inkybinkyboink]

i have 2 do everything myself (/j)

ok so im thinking its an office party at the ugc

except pennywise confiscates bobby's set of keys

(cont'd under the cut)

tiny tom locks himself in amenity #9 and they have to get him out

problem is, pennywise is at the ugc party with the keys

so bobby has to heist his way into the party and get the keys back

hot blades harry is like "i gotchu pal" and starts scheming with becky on how to get in, knife in hand

so the rich right, they're all at this party

lockstock shows up and like boo and sully from monsters inc, little sally is trailing behind him, absolutely unshakeable.

lockstock is like "u need to leave" and little sally starts crying

lockstock freaks out and is like "ok FINE but dont do anything stupid" and he introduces her as a distant relative to keep cladwell off his back

ok so the office right. they're all doing secret santa.

except of course barrel got lockstock

little sally finds the dessert table and the rest is history

or or or maybe she runs into hope and hope is like "a child??? alone???? come here i will keep you safe all night long"

little sally does not understand any of the politics that are spoken about but whenever some rich white guy asks her what she asked for from santa for christmas she's got a BANGER line lined up and ready to go

"i saw a dead body once. it was cool"

"capitalism is gonna kill us all"

"santa isn't real, don't treat me like im nine. i'm ten."

halfway through the party theres the sound of breaking class coming from cladwell's office

harry, becky and bobby are half in, half out the window, there's a pulley system involved with levers, it's so complicated

"why couldnt we just take the stairs?"

everyone runs in and "bobby?"

"ms. pennywise. funny running into you here."

homie broke a window and did not get cut but he leans on the window sill to try and look casual and THATS when he decides to accidentally hurt himself

side plot with barrel trying to work up the courage to give lockstock his gift

little sally accidentally eats something with nuts in it and gets sick

lockstock starts taking her home

stopped by barrel whos like "ah wait heres a thing for you"

"now's really not a good time"

idk what it would be i just think it results in little sally throwing up in the gift bag and ruining the gift

"ah, it's fine, it was stupid anyways"

it's definitely a mug that says "best captain ever" but it's like a boat captain, not a police captain, and barrel has no clue

tiny tom never gets out of the amenity

where's the sitcom christmas episode of urinetown

[butterbeb]

it's oc time babey