#anyways she constantly made me feel like shit always picked on me and me only

[itneverendshere]

Rafes screensaver being a pic of you and baby Autumn when she first comes home from the hospital, she’s just against your chest, and while you don’t think you look good, he looks at you like you’ve hung the moon

lockscreen shenanigans

Rafe never cared much for his phone’s lock screen before. It was usually something default, a picture of the beach, or a grainy photo Kelce sent in a group chat once. 

That changed the minute he started dating you.

The first time he changed it, you’d only been together a few weeks.

He had secretly taken a photo of you sitting cross-legged on his bed in one of his shirts, eating fries from the bag while humming along to the music playing on his speaker. The lighting was shit, and your hair was a mess, but you were laughing at something stupid he said, all sunshine in your eyes.

That’s my girl.

He didn’t say anything and silently made it his lock screen, his little secret.

After that, it was always you. Over the years, he swapped it out for different versions of you—sneaking a sleepy photo of you curled up in his chest, a blurry snap of you dancing in the kitchen, your profile in golden hour while you poured a drink behind the bar. You were always there, greeting him every time he picked up his phone.

Now, the first thing he saw when he picked up his phone was the love of his life and the tiny miracle they created together.

It was a photo he’d taken when you first brought Autumn home from the hospital. She was asleep on your chest, her cheeks pink and warm, her tiny hands curled into fists. You were sitting on the edge of the couch, hair pushed back lazily, bags under your eyes, an exhausted look on your pretty face.

You’d told him to delete it.

“Don’t even save that. I look like shit." You’d muttered, voice soft so you wouldn’t wake her.

He had smiled, kissing your temple. “You look like a fuckin’ angel.”

You had rolled your eyes, retorting something under your breath, but he’d kept the photo anyway, made it his lock screen. And he stared at it constantly.

He subtly started posting it. Rafe, who barely touched social media unless it was to like a meme or accidentally reply to his friend's story with a fire emoji, suddenly turned into a guy who posted. It made his friends roll their eyes, sure. Topper gave him shit.

“You turned into a Facebook mom, bro.”

Rafe didn’t care, this was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

You. Autumn. His little family. He couldn’t believe you picked him to build a life with. Now he had something worth showing off.

Sometimes at work, he'd unlock it to look at the two girls who had flipped his whole world upside down, and he’d grin like an idiot. Didn’t care who saw.

Every now and then, you’d catch him doing it—on the couch while Autumn napped on his chest, or at 3 a.m. during a bottle feed, phone propped up on the armrest beside her socks—and he’ shrug, a little sheepish, getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“You’re obsessed,” You’d tease, flopping down beside him. “You’re worse than me.”

“Damn right I am.” He’d kiss the top of Autumn’s head and then yours. “I'm always gonna stare at you like you hung the moon.”

He said it so casually, full of sleepy, reverent affection, that it made your heart ache in your chest. Rafe wasn’t just in love—this new chapter had taken all the hard parts of him and melted them. He still had his days, sure—he was Rafe, after all—but when it came to you and Autumn, he was all heart.

Protective and tender in equal measure, he’d rock her for hours just to let you get a nap, talk to her like she understood him, whispering about how strong her mama was and how lucky they both were.

The man who never got tired of holding you close and saying, “Baby, you’re unreal.”

Some weeks, you didn’t feel beautiful. Your body was still healing, the dark circles on your eyes felt permanent. But Rafe made sure you never forgot how loved you were. He worshipped you with every glance, with the brush of his hand against your back, whispering “thank you” into your skin.

Even now—months in—he still looked at you like he couldn’t believe you were real. You’d be standing in the kitchen, bouncing Autumn on your hip while you stared into the fridge, saying something about not knowing what to make for dinner. Hair up in a bun, wearing one of his old tees and the softest pajama shorts you owned. And behind you, Rafe would just… stop.

Mid-step, mid-sentence, mid-breath sometimes. The curve of your shoulder, the rhythm of your swaying, and the way Autumn's tiny fist curled into the fabric near your collarbone were all he could think about.

That’s my whole damn life, he’d think. Right there. 

He’d be caught red-handed. You would look over your shoulder and blink at him, half-smiling, unsure.

“What?”

”Nothing,” he would say with a hoarse voice.

You’d scoff or shake your head, but the corners of your mouth would twitch. And that just made it worse—better, somehow. He was constantly in awe, even when you were pissed off at him—when you were snapping for leaving the wet laundry in the machine once or for forgetting to thaw the chicken—you were still beautiful to him.

Still, the woman who changed his life. Still the girl in the blurry photo on his bed, laughing at nothing while eating fries.And some nights, when everything was quiet and the world had finally gone still, he’d lie there with you asleep beside him, the baby monitor low, and he’d whisper to you.

“You saved me,” he’d breathe into your hair.

Rafe didn’t need the lock screen to remember what he had, but he liked the reminder. 

[elliesanqel]

more top ellie please 🙏

phone sex w/ ellie ⋆˙⟡

warnings; dom!ellie, sub!fem reader, phone sex, fingering, denied orgasm, mentions of strap (referred as a cock), edging, not proofread, men and minors dni.

a/n; i’ve reached 500+ followers!! thank you all from the bottom of my heart i truly love each and every one of you. 😭❤️ i just finished playing tlou part 2 for the 6th time and i got the urge to write this. 👀 sorry for not posting—college is NO picnic. anyways enjoy this (longer) drabble! i decided to write something a bit different for dom!ellie. fics coming soon !! ➝ masterlist

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it was late. very late. around 2am. your breath shaky, stomach falling up and down—she was all you could think about lately. your hand inched closer and closer to the burning heat between your thighs, before finally landing on your clit. why is this happening? ellie. its always her. shes constantly on your mind, no matter how much you try and rid the thoughts. the image of her pretty face printed into your head as you gave your clit soft strokes, imagining it was her hands. ohh—her hands. you had no idea what it was about her that drove you crazy enough to touch yourself while thinking of her.

it made you think…what would she do if she knew?

but no matter how much you pushed yourself to come—harder strokes than usual—you couldnt. you knew what you had to do, but what price were you willing to pay? for her to ignore you after? for her to immediately hang up? for her to think you were weird for thinking of her and doing these things to yourself because of her? you werent even dating her, as far as you were both aware—you were just friends. the consequences swirled through your mind, but there was one that pushed through—making the witless descision to call her.

your hand was shaky as you held the phone in your hand, your other one still stroking your puffy clit as you edged, but couldnt finish. you dialed her number fast, not even thinking straight as you did.

the other line picked up, a very tired ellie speaking through the phone. “sweetheart? why are you calling? its so early,” she spoke, her voice groggy. just the sound of her made you moan, your hand speeding up as now that you’d heard her, you felt yourself getting closer now. feeling like you could actually come with her speaking in your ear. you couldnt see, but her brows furrowed and she propped herself up on her elbows as she heard your moan, thinking something was wrong. “are you okay? talk to me, whats u—“ but she immediately cut herself off as she heard squishing noises.

she fell quiet, and you knew now that she’d caught on to what you were doing, but you were far too lost and focused on her voice to care. another whine slipped past your mouth and through the speaker, playing right into ellies ears. her cheeks flushed a rosy pink and her lips parted. “ohhh, i get it, sweetheart.” she speaks, her voice still raspy. “dont stop, keep going for me. the shit i’d do if i was there with you right now.” she whispers.

what??? thats news to you. as far as you were aware she only saw you as a friend. and half of your thoughts were how gross she’d think you were calling her because you needed her this way. she decided to keep going, but only to get you to finish faster. “are you needy, baby? slip a finger in for me. imagine its my cock stretching you out, mhm?” she hoarsely mumbles. and fuck… if that didnt almost send you over the edge. your eyes shot open with a strident whimper came from your throat as you complied with her words, slipping a finger inside your soaked cunt, dabbing at your spongey spot.

“you’re doing it arent you? fuuuuck—thats it princess, use my voice.” she teasingly grunts.

“ohhhh—fuck, fuck! im g—gonna—“ you cry out, not being able to hold yourself back. you hear her low laugh from the other end of the phone, and then…

cut.

what the fuck? she just hung up. your hand immediately leaves your pussy and you sit up fast, taking your phone and squeezing it hard from anger. she just edged you. just denied you. your hands tap away at the keys—messaging her.

—“what the fuck?? why did you hang up?! i was close, els!”

—“im on my way. you don’t get to cum till im there to watch you do it.”

not me edging y’all too with this cliffhanger…anyways!!

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[nightfang22]

For the wayne smut could you add the idea of them losing their virginity to each other. Thank you<3

Of course I can!Thank you so much and I hope you love it!Sorry if it's not great,it is my first spicy fic.Anyways,lemme know what you think!

Virgin Lovers

Warnings:SMUT Minors DNI

Pairing:Wayne McCullough x f!Reader

Word Count:1.5k

His smile. His eyes. His lips. Wayne McCullough infected your every thought. He made you feel things that you had never felt before. As you were lost in thought, you didn't realize that your phone had been constantly buzzing. You picked it up on the third ring of the 4th call. "Hello?"

"Hey Y/n, you got any plans later?" It was Orlando. You and Orlando had always been good friends which is how you met Wayne. Orlando had introduced you two one day when you had begged him not to make you skip class alone.

                                                         *Flashback*

"Pleaseeeee Orlando? I don't wanna go alone and you're way better at this than I am! Besides, I'm only skipping to help you get these new Pokemon cards you wanted! I don't have to do this, you know." You pouted and whined until he conceded. "Fine fine I'll go with you. You probably wouldn't know what to look for anyways." You were about to make an offended rebuttal when something else caught his attention. Or someone, you should say. Turning around to see who it was, you thought it was just going to be the girl he's been constantly crushing on with a spinal cage. But no. When you turned around, you saw none other than Wayne McCullough walking in your direction down the hallway. You felt your heart pound and your cheeks flush. Your throat constricted and suddenly your mouth had run dry. You guess Orlando had noticed this and nudged you in the side with his elbow. "Oooo somebody got it bad, huh? Who is it? Is it the guy with the clarinet you have band with?" You jabbed him with your elbow back and tried not to stare at Wayne's gorgeously bruised up face. Orlando caught notice and smiled wide. "Oh, you got it bad for my boy, Wayne huh? Want me to hook you up?" Your head snapped violently in his direction. "I swear to the Gods Orlando, if you embarrass me in front of him I will kill you." Wayne walked up to us and looked at Orlando, giving a little head nod. "Wayne man! Where you been?" Wayne chuckled a little and it was this sexy soft rumbling noise. "Whatcha mean? I'm like 20 minutes late." Orlando laughed. "Yeah 20 minutes and like 3 weeks!" Orlando must have seen you fidgeting with the rings on the chain around your neck cause he put his hand on your shoulder and looked at Wayne. "Wayne, this is Y/n L/n. She's new-ish. She was new, like a month ago." You felt Wayne's eyes on you and you looked up at him through your eyelashes before smiling awkwardly. "Y/n, this is the man. The myth. The legend. My best friend, Wayne mothafuckin McCullough." Wayne punched Orlando in the shoulder and he winced. "Damn man! I'm tryin to do you a favor!" Wayne's eyes never left yours, even when you felt your cheeks tinge pink and you looked away briefly.

                                                     *Flashback Over*

You had been inseparable ever since. Wayne ended up cutting class with you and at some point you had completely lost Orlando and went to some record store where Wayne had asked you if you wanted him to be your boyfriend. You and Wayne have been together for 3 years now and you could never be happier.

"Uh not really. Probably just homework. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me and Wayne to this club off campus later? It's supposed to be super rave and like alternative vibes and I know that's your shit. It took me forever to get Wayne to agree and I maybe sorta already told him you'd go?" "Orlando!"

"I'm tryin to get a hot goth girlfriend! Help a brotha out!"

  I sigh in defeat through my nose. "Fine. I'll go. But the moment anyone is too drunk, we're leaving. Got it?"

 "Yeah yeah for sure! Thanks, Y/n! You the best!"

                                                *Timeskip to the club*

You look around at your environment. It's a lot of flashing lights and loud music. Not really your scene. You scan the crowd for Orlando and Wayne when you spot them against the wall outside. You walk up to them and you notice Wayne's eyes scan up and down your body. You're wearing a faux leather 2 piece with a silver body chain covered in dangly purple and blue rhinestones with black sparkly platforms. "Hey guys, sorry if I'm late I-" You get interrupted by Wayne pulling you in by the waist. He keeps you close to him and it looks like he's glaring at something when you look up at his face. You look over and see him glaring at some guy. The creep looked like he was eyeing you and you weren't for it. You curled closer to Wayne before Orlando waved us to go inside with him. The place was loud but very hype and fun. It didn't really seem like your kind of scene though. You don't get why Orlando wanted us to come. Neither you or Wayne were much of the party type. After watching everyone dance for a while, you decided to call it a night.

Wayne took you home and got you settled inside, laying you down in bed. You just laid there staring at his beautiful face. "I love you." Wayne never blushes but his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. You don't know where the courage came from but you leaned up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss quickly evolved into a heated makeout session. Wayne crawled into bed on to of you, pulling away only to take off his shoes cause he knows you have a thing about shoes on the bed. His hands roam your body in your pretty outfit. You pull away tossing off your body chain and making quick work of his shirt. Wayne wasn't necessarily 'buff' but he was very well tones and had a gorgeous frame. Your hands glided from his shoulders down to his waistline, working on the button of his jeans. He pulled away to look at you. "Are you sure? I-I mean I've never. And you've never. What if you regret it?" You pull him in for a sweet kiss. "I could never regret it. If anything, I wouldn't want to lose it to anyone else." That must have really got him going cause he practically tore off your clothes. He slid his jeans off along with his underwear and kissed my neck, pulling a gasp from you. When he pulls away, you finally have a good chance to look at him and holy fuck. You didn't realize your boyfriend was so….well endowed. Big enough that it looked like it might hurt. Wayne grabbed something out of his wallet and when you noticed what it was, he looked at you sheepishly. "Orlando gave it to me." He shrugged and smiled shyly. He rolled on the condom and crawled back over you. "And you're absolutely sure?" You nodded and placed your arms around his neck so that you could play with his hair. He placed himself at your entrance before stopping. "Hang on gimme your leg." You looked at him confused before lifting your leg and he placed it up on his shoulder, doing the same with the other one. "I read somewhere that it hurts less if you do it like this." He realigned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You felt tears prick your eyes as he stretched you and he kissed your forehead, stopping. He made you look into his eyes. "Are you okay? Do we need to stop?" You shook your head. He stayed still, waiting for you to adjust until you nodded you head. He began to move and even though it hurt, it was a good hurt. You moaned softly as he bottomed out inside you. Wayne gently bit down on your shoulder and kissed it before placing his forehead on yours, beginning to find a steady rhythm. Your moans were the sweetest sound he had ever heard and he just wanted to keep hearing them. With one especially rough thrust he hit that special spot inside you and you arched your back while digging your nails into his and he ate that shit up. He continued at that pace as you screamed out his name in pure ecstasy. You felt the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and your breathing picked up more. He held you close as you came crashing down from your high as his hips stuttered, painting the inside of the condom with his seed. He pulled out slowly, tossing the condom into the bin. He got up to grab a towel to clean you up and brought back a glass of water for you. After you're all cleaned up, he crawls back into bed with you, covering you up and pulling you close as you slowly fall asleep in his arms.

[genericpuff]

I know LO has been over for a while but something that's always confused me is the 10 year punishment thing. (I dropped the comic before the judgment so correct me if im wrong)

apparently Persephone was sentenced to 10 years in the mortal realm. Yet she complains that Zeus keeps extending her punishment but the timeskip only ends up being 10 years? (From 20 yrs old to 30). that makes it sound like she had a shorter sentence that was extended to 10 yrs (what a fuckin slap on the wrist if it was).

Either her punishment was 10 yrs and Perse was just banking on early parole release or she always had a short sentence which ended up being a measly 10 yrs anyway.

But then that would mean Demeter's punishment period was either tied directly to Persephone's or (for some reason) she had a full 10 yr sentence while Persephone got an initial shorter period

If it's not either of those then shouldn't her punishment be longer? 11, 12, 15, 20 yrs instead? Would make more sense that she was mad if she had to serve at least twice as long as she was told to

Ah so actually she wasn't sentenced to 10 years, she was basically sentenced to a perpetual punishment until Zeus felt certain conditions were met, such as her filling all of the responsibilities of Demeter and turning Minthe back to normal.

So the reason it wound up being 10 years was because Zeus kept finding reasons to extend the sentencing, clearly in an attempt to keep her away from Apollo as he was already suspecting that he might use Persephone's fertility goddess powers to overthrow him.

(joke's on Zeus though, he was overthrown with a poison cupcake lmaooo)

That said, Persephone was... really dumb when she failed her 10th inspection. Primarily because she broke one of the rules Zeus put in place for her before he did the inspection-

Like it's really funny in hindsight to read this scene because at the time the narrative was definitely trying to make us believe that Zeus was the bad guy here, and to a point he's definitely fucking around and not actually planning on letting her out of confinement while also doing jack shit to get to the bottom of his own suspicions regarding his son... but also girl, if your plan was to prove to Zeus that you had filled your end of the bargain, then why try and give him the letter prior to your once-a-year inspection? Either you're failed again over some arbitrary made-up bullshit reason so you can use the guilt-trip method after he's already screwed you over, or best case, you pass and you can deliver the letter to Hades yourself! It was a really dumb move on her part to immediately jump to asking him to bend the rules he made for her when she should know Zeus isn't gonna feel obligated to 'owe' her anything, and is completely contrary to her being as "smart and cunning" as the narrative tries to make us believe (remember when she hustled Hades at chess and lied to him about having a driver's license? where's that Persephone?)

And yeah Zeus really isn't wrong when it comes to how Persephone herself is such a "uwu look at me I'm a smol widdle baby girl, please break the terms of my punishment for me because I asked with tented eyebrows bats eyelashes" , this is honestly why so many people like Zeus as a character in LO contrary to how much the narrative tries to make us hate him, because while he's absolutely an asshole who deserves to be knocked down a peg, at least the narrative doesn't try to gaslight us into thinking he's a good person like it does with H x P. Zeus is a shithead but unapologetically authentic; Persephone and Hades both pretend like they're saints on earth (and the narrative tries to sell them to us as such) meanwhile they're constantly picking on lower class people and using their power and influence to get their way even when they haven't earned it.

But also yeah, it's funny how the fans will say "age doesn't matter when you're a god, time doesn't mean anything when you're immortal" to dismiss the massive age gap between Hades and Persephone, but then cry foul over Zeus keeping her in confinement for 10 years which is a pretty bare ass minimum sentence when you really think about it. Like, if the passage of time really is that inconsequential to a god, then how is 10 years even a punishment? It's only suddenly seen as a massively unfair punishment when it's Persephone who's suffering it.

[sorchathered]

Don’t take the girl

Pairing- Rhett Abbott x reader

Summary- the after effects of Perry and Royal killing the Tillerson boys brings more trouble and heartache into Rhett’s life, can he keep what he holds most dear or will he lose it all?

Warnings- language, violence, mentions of death, smut.

A/N- I meant to put this out months ago but never did, hopefully y’all like it! It’s a rewrite of one of my first fics and I still don’t know if I like it but I’m putting it out into the tumblr-verse anyway lol.

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“I called my firm in Cheyenne, and they said they could get my position back for me by the end of next week, I-I think it’s the best option right now.”

Rhett reels back from you like he’s been slapped, furiously shaking his head eyes full of venom.

“Don’t you get tired of it? Constantly running from your problems?”

You give him an incredulous look, clearly he’s not going to let this go quietly like you’d (foolishly) hoped.

“I’m not running! It’s self preservation Rhett! For both of us! We can’t just dilute ourselves into thinking we could weld ourselves back together, we’re completely different people now and I love you- God I love you more than anything and always will-“

“Don’t, you don’t get to use that on me when clearly you and I have different ideas of what love is.” He looks absolutely disgusted now, you can barely stand to look at him, it brings tears to your eyes to even think you’re hurting him again.

“That’s not fair and you know it-“

“Not fair?! You wanna know how many girls I’ve slept with since you?”

“Don’t” you reply weakly

“At least a hundred, maybe more I don’t even see their faces anymore Y/N. I haven’t had a single relationship that lasted more than a month since you left, I can’t even try to make it work. I got with Maria trying to feel something, anything but I couldn’t get serious, she knew I’d never be over you and I hate that she was right. Because when I’m fucking some buckle bunny or one night stand you’re the only face I see. You came home and it was like a sign, I could get my second chance and get my shit together, be the man you deserved. But there’s something broken in you, you can’t just let me love you.” He looks into your teary eyes and shakes his head, “I refuse to be the reason we fell apart. You turn your back on me now and that’s it darlin’ don’t ever think I’ll let you in again.”

He turns on his heel and slams your front door, rattling the windows with the force of it. You want more than anything to run after him, beg him to listen but you know he’s right. You are scared; Perry and Amy were missing, Trevor and Billy were dead and Rhett had barely made it out unscathed. The Tillerson’s were still circling like vultures, Perry had admitted to murdering Trevor before he disappeared but they wanted retribution and they’d take a pound of Abbott flesh to settle the score. Dropping to your knees in your family’s home you sobbed, you knew you’d fucked up again but you didn’t know any other way but to save yourself when things got tough.

You and Rhett had fallen in love overnight it seemed, your mother’s had been attached at the hip all your lives and to say the two of you tolerated each other was an overstatement. Junior prom seemed to change everything, he asked Maria and she turned him down cold, and your boyfriend dumped you the week before so of course your parents suggested you go together. Rhett couldn’t think of anything more painful in his life, but he knew better than to question Cece so off he trudged in his suit jacket, wranglers and best pair of boots to pick you up. When you crossed the threshold it was like he’d never seen you before in his life, you’d always been one of the boys to him but in your baby blue dress and hair all curled he swore you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. You had been inseparable from that night on, always holding hands and stealing kisses; Perry attempting to take the piss out of you at every opportunity but it never phased you.

When you’d been accepted to college in another state Rhett felt like his whole world collapsed. You both promised you’d make it work and stay together but the distance became too much and before you knew it 6 years had passed between you. You’d seen each other in passing over holidays but he was jaded from the heartbreak and you knew better than to push him. Your mother had passed at the beginning of the year and you made the trek back to Wabang to settle her affairs, but ended up getting a job with the local law firm and before you knew it months had passed and you’d fully integrated yourself back into the community.

Stepping into the pit bar that summer night had changed everything, he’d been drinking with his buddies and you had let an old high school girlfriend convince you that drinks and line dancing were the cure for your melancholy. Some guy got a little too handsy, Rhett came out of nowhere and knocked him on his ass and just like that the two of you were making out like teenagers in the front of his old pickup. You’d picked right back up where you left off, and then everything went to shit that fateful fall night when Perry took Trevor’s life.

Rhett was seething as he drove back to the ranch, he felt like his skin was on fire and couldn’t stop the tears from spilling as he violently shook. How was he supposed to go without you again? He’d been patched up with tape and glue for years, just trying to make a name for himself in the pbr circuit and drowning his sorrows in beer and pussy. He’d become a shell of who he was without you, a version of himself he hated. You’d come back into his life and for once he had hope for a future outside of just surviving. He knew you were scared but damnit so was he! His family was unraveling at the seams and he couldn’t do anything to stop the onslaught of troubles that ravaged everything he held dear. He slammed the truck to a stop, tears blinding his eyes as he began to hyperventilate, sobs wracking his body and he let it all wash over him. Didn’t know how long he’d sat there until he was startled by his phone ringing, pulling himself together to see who the hell needed him this late at night.

“Rhett! Rhett please- I need you to listen-“

You sobbed into the phone, something was wrong; you hadn’t been the number on the screen when he answered, and he heard a thud and a scream from you on the line as someone else took over the call.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a dilemma Abbott, both my brothers are dead and there’s no one to pay the price for the sins your family committed. So it looks like your sweetheart will have to do.” Luke Tillerson laughs darkly as he drags you out to his truck by your hair, Rhett can hear your sobs through the phone and he nearly blacks out from the anger coursing through him.

“Luke if you hurt her-“

“Aht Aht let’s not make empty threats Rhett, you know I hold all the cards right now. You want to see her alive? Trade yourself for her, you’ve got twenty minutes.” The line goes dead and the phone lights up again with a text. With shaking hands Rhett opens the message, blood splattered across your beautiful face as you lay slumped in the bed of Luke’s truck. Coordinates for a location and a countdown pop up next, and Rhett has to wrench the door of the cab open to throw up. He unlocks his phone again and dials Sheriff Joy, he doesn’t know how to fix this but he’ll give himself up, let Luke torture him until his last breath if it means keeping you safe.

Against the sheriff and his father’s wishes Rhett is speeding down the highway, gps taking him towards the location Luke sent him. His shotgun that normally lay under the bench seat of his truck was in his lap now, knowing he would do what was needed if it meant keeping you alive; even if that meant Wayne Tillerson would bury all three sons in the span of a month.

Joy had begged him to wait for them to get there first, but he knew at the first sign of police presence Luke would do something drastic and he couldn’t take that risk. He shut off his headlights as he turned into the drive near the tiny shack the directions had led him to, putting the truck in park a couple hundred feet away. He still had a good ten minutes to spare maybe if he could get the upper hand he could subdue Luke and get you both out of this unscathed.

Creeping up towards the old building he could see a light and hear voices, as he peered into the window he found Luke pacing the floor with you tied to a chair. Bruises were blooming across your cheekbone and your nose was bloody, tears pouring from your eyes as you begged him to let you go. You catch movement in the window, his eyes meeting yours in that moment you know you need to create a diversion if you want to keep the both of you alive.

“Luke you don’t have to do this, you know Rhett isn’t responsible for what happened! You can still walk away from this, I won’t press charges and we can let this go.”

He cocks his head to the side, appraising you, something dark behind his eyes that causes a shiver to run down your spine. He shoves himself off the rickety table he was perched on, kneels down in front of you and places his hands on either side of your duct taped calves.

“Oh y/n you sweet little thing. I’m not blind you know, I’ve noticed you over the years; you grew up to be quite the woman. Accomplished lawyer, definitely more than just a pretty face and it kind of makes me wonder why the hell you’ve been wasting your time on Rhett. He’s small time darlin’, never gonna be anything more than a glorified ranch hand, constantly chasing after his daddy’s approval. Tsk tsk if your parents could see you now, all the time and money they wasted to get you out of this piece of shit town and here you are repeating your mistakes all over again.”

He’s taunting you, just looking for a fight; any excuse to take out some of the aggression that has sat under the surface as his whole world fell apart. You could give him what he wanted, go head to head and maybe keep him distracted while the clock runs out, but really you would just be prolonging the inevitable. He wanted someone to pay for what had been done to him, and you knew he’d get it. So you looked at him with the sweetest smile you could muster and spit directly into his face. While he was distracted you pushed your chair forward to land on top of him, hoping to disarm him as the gun slides across the floor. He lets out a shriek, hauling you back up by the hair just as Rhett quietly steps through the door behind him. Luke raises his open palm to strike you and as he does Rhett slams the butt of his shotgun against the back of Luke’s head, rendering him unconscious. He steps over his body as he rushes for you, your body shaking as he looks you over, making sure all your injuries are superficial.

“Baby girl look at me, you’re ok y/n. Don’t panic, this isn’t over yet.” He leans down to kiss you and you nod frantically, you know he needs to subdue Luke before he comes to and tries to attack again. Tucking the pistol Luke was carrying into his waistband he hauls his unconscious body off the floor and begins taping his arms and legs together. Flashing lights and sirens fill the quiet and you let out a sob, everything is going to be ok, you two are finally safe.

After nearly an hour of questioning and prodding from the paramedics you are finally free to go, gently placed in Rhett’s truck and tucked inside his arm as he drives you back home. Luke had been arrested, no bail was set and a protective order would be put in place to keep the two of you safe from what was left of the Tillerson family.

You’d let Rhett carry you inside and up the stairs to your room with no complaint, normally you’d fuss at him for babying you but after the events of the night you needed him close.

As he began to remove your shoes you were overcome with emotion, tangling your right hand in his hair and letting out a sob. He startled at the outburst, surging forward to pull you back into his arms, cradling you in his lap and he tried to calm your tears.

“It’s alright sug, just let it out baby I’m right here I got ya.” He was pressing kisses to the side of your head and you didn’t know what was coming over you as you quickly grasped his face and slotted your lips against his. You needed him to be closer, shivering in his arms as you began to yank at his clothes, trying to curl yourself in on him. He tried to pull back to make sure you were really up for what you were asking but you wouldn’t let him, rubbing your clothed core along his ridiculous gaudy belt buckle and sucking his tongue. Giving in to you was as easy as breathing, if he was honest he needed this as much as you the fear of losing you had shaken him to his foundation, if he could convince you to stay he’d make sure you got everything you dreamed of.

Finally stripped bare you lowered yourself onto him, tears still silently spilling from your eyes as you kissed him, the thought that you’d almost given this up mere hours ago was unimaginable. He let you take the lead, grinding down on him and letting his pubic bone catch your clit with each thrust, head thrown back in pleasure as he sucked marks all over your chest. It was pure need thrumming through you both as you cried out and reached your orgasm, whispered I love yous against each others skin while he let you ride it out. Flipping you on to your back he began to chase his own release, wrapping his rough hand around your throat and pulling you into a passionate kiss, he groaned deep into your mouth and came inside you, the heat flooding your abdomen bringing another climax of your own as you both collapsed to the floor a tangle of sweaty limbs.

You must’ve fallen asleep like that because you woke to the sun peering through your window still tangled up in Rhett’s warm embrace on the bedroom rug. You nuzzled into his neck and pressed kisses to his jaw as you felt him stir beside you.

“Wake up sleepy head, need to get us both cleaned up and fed” you cooed at him and he grinned underneath his arm, laugh rumbling through his chest and against yours at the realization that you two hadn’t even made it to bed. He let you haul him up and drag him to the shower, what should have been an innocent soaping up of bodies became a heated affair with you pressed against the shower wall as he fucked you hard until you both were spent and starving.

He knew you still had a lot to talk about, what had happened before your abduction still wasn’t resolved but he didn’t press it, content to just spend the day wrapped up in you. Cece had called you both over a dozen times, full of worry after Royal had come home to tell her what happened. You rang her after breakfast and promised everyone was ok, agreeing to come have dinner later in the week after you’d rested. You knew you’d have to field questions from most everyone in town in the aftermath but you couldn’t bring yourself to reply to any texts or messages on social media; just the thought made you nauseous all over again, memory of the feeling of Luke’s hands brutalizing you making you drop the mug in your hands shattering on the ground and making you jump.

Rhett was there in an instant to help you clean it up, making sure you didn’t hurt yourself and tossing the remnants in the trash. You looked up at him letting out another sob, since when had you become such an emotional wreck?! You couldn’t seem to keep it together as you began to apologize over and over, Rhett scooping you up into his arms and placing you on the counter to hug you close.

“Hey, hey none of that ok? You didn’t do anything wrong, you knew this shit would happen and tried to make a clean break; goddamnit I should have let you then I could have kept you safe from all of this.” He felt wretched, he’d blown you off when you said the Tillerson’s would look for revenge and then been forced to watch as you were nearly taken from him as a result of his family’s sins. You shook your head violently now, trying to force the words out because if he blamed himself for one more minute you may explode.

“I shouldn’t have tried to leave Rhett! If I hadn’t run you off last night Luke would have never been able to take me, and we wouldn’t have gone through all this!” You wailed and stuttered as you tried to continue, needing him to understand what had been consuming your thoughts all day. “I don’t ever want to be without you again, I was so scared he’d hurt you or me and we’d never get a future together. You deserve everything baby, I promise I won’t ever leave again just please don’t blame yourself for this anymore.” He couldn’t stop the tears now, didn’t know where yours began and his ended but he pressed himself to you and poured all the love he had into kissing you.

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*1 year later*

Rhett was exhausted. He’d finished up last years circuit in first place, made the finals and won those as well, catching the eye of scouts who signed him immediately for a professional team. Since then he’d been touring and riding in competitions, in and out of hotels but always on the run to get back to you. The season was finally over and he was bone tired, but he drove all night to make it home to your little homestead in Cheyenne in the wee hours of the morning. Moving out of Wabang had been a breath of fresh air, the two of you were thriving in your careers and had bought a small farm on the outskirts of the capital city, a new start just what you both had needed. He trudged up the steps now, quietly trying to enter your house not wanting to wake you so early. But as he entered the living space he saw the bedroom light on and heard soft cries flowing down the hall. There in the warm glow of your shared bedroom was his beautiful wife and 1 month old baby girl, you were singing softly to her as you rocked her in your chair, attempting to soothe the little one back to sleep. His heart swelled at the view, drinking both of you in as he leaned in the doorway, completely enamored.

You looked up at him, sensing his presence from his gaze and cooed down at the baby in your arms. “Look what we have here my sweet little angel, daddy is finally home.”

He crossed the room to gather you both in his embrace, he’d gotten everything he ever wanted.

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[childprotectiveservicesthemesong]

this black girl wants to ramble. major spoilers for black mirror season 7, episode 2

I both hate and love having this account. Anywhere I need to ramble about my thoughts on something, knowing people willing to discuss MIGHT see it, is a nice thought.

I want to talk about the second ep of black mirrors newest season: Bête noire, a wicked story about manipulation. With some trans girl technology on the side…(FULLY believed it was about to be a witchcraft episode LOL)

Please note I am not a very well articulated person, I use the words that get my point across because becoming a person is new for me lol that’s sincerely the best way I can put it. I have not picked up a book in years but I still want to challenge my critical thinking skills when it comes to analyzing media I watch, trying to understand implications that maybe aren’t there? I hope you like my analysis, please bear with me.

Starting off with the plot so you can get an idea of the episode, Maria is our protag, she works at a company and is pretty liked, you know. There’s suddenly a new employee that she recognized. This employee is named Verity, they went to school together. It’s revealed that Maria started something that was a rumor (it involves grooming, though the situation isn’t real.) About Verity. Little things start to change in Maria’s life though, literally like the mandela effect. It makes her go crazy and eventually something happens where Maria is in a situation where she’s constantly having to prove herself, when she knows she’s right, she’s somehow wrong. As the episode progresses, Verity reveals that she actually does have a vendetta against Maria and is deliberately doing this to her friend group that drove that rumor into the ground. It gets to a point for Maria that she ends up breaking into Verity’s home, finding out that the tech nerd that was “always hanging in the computer lab” was living in a mansion, on the cover of vogue, a fucking astronaut, LITERALLY EMPRESS OF THE UNIVERSE. There was only a painting depicting that though. Verity has a necklace that can alter reality, she made it herself. THATS THE TECHNOLOGY ASPECT OF THE WHOLE EPISODE BTW LOOOOOOOL anyways, a fight breaks out, Verity manifests cops into reality and ALMOST successfully frames Maria, BUT AHT AHT. MARIA SUDDENLY SNATCHES A COPS GUN, SHOOTS VERITY, SUCCESSFULLYYYYY GIVES HERSELF OWNERSHIP OF THE PENDANT AND BECOMES EMPRESS OF THE UNIVERSE. BIG WIN FOR BLACK WOMEN ALL AROUND

Okay sorry lol I’m serious now. But I just want to get into the fact that. I’m? On both characters sides? I think I’m supposed to be on Verity’s, but there’s just something about the white woman manipulating tactics she had going on that reminded me toooooo much a little bit about a white woman I know that tried twisting ALL the fucking narratives on me. Allow me to summarize this so you can see where I’m coming from, I don’t know why I am, but I’m traumatized from how she treated me without saying a single word to me. I haven’t gotten a say in the situation I was put in at ALL. wasn’t contacted where I should’ve been, she said a lot of things about me to people I will never know. people I thought were closer to me than her dropped me the minute she told them about me, knowing something about my identity and using it against me just so they can talk shit. They thought it was funny I tried exploring my identity. He told her things about me I thought he’d keep between us. I felt so, SO fucking stuck. I didn’t feel like myself, I felt like a puppet being fucking controlled. She has this grip over me, I still go out of my way to block accounts she has. This entire situation reminds me of Maria and Verity.

The way Maria doesn’t feel even heard, I can’t even imagine how many black women, honestly at least women in general, who we’ve lost from sheer silencing. She is going fucking crazy, the difference with her and Natalie, a character Verity drove to suicide that was apart of the friend group that taunted her, Natalie tried withstanding it. Her solution to it all was jumping off a building, it makes you wonder…Why did it end so differently for Maria? I will say, Natalie is a white woman. The way she treated the situation was very different from Maria. We don’t know that completely, but even reading the analysis should tell you that killing yourself and becoming empress of the universe are two entirely different endings when encountering Verity. it was a stupid thing Maria started. I don’t at all blame Verity for how she felt, I can’t even say I don’t think it’s worth it because when you have a pendant that can do anything for you, you get bored, which is literally what happened with Verity, this is why she’s doing any of this in the first place. But I just don’t think it’s worth it, at least if the pendant didn’t exist anyway. It took Verity a month for Natalie to pull what she even did, imagine if Maria just withstood it? Would it have gone on forever? Also I want to say I do project my transness onto Verity, her backstory speaks to me as well. It’s really interesting seeing this episode as someone who’s been on both sides of that coin.

I don’t condone what Maria did, there’s a saying that gets thrown around the whole episode “Kids are stupid.” While they are, someone is still allowed to express how angry they are having been traumatized at that age. But Kids are stupid is something I just genuinely agree with to the point I feel like doing… all that to Maria, so far after that point of your lives was pointless bahaha but hey, makes for a hella cool episode. especially since Maria killed the girl and became empress herself??? Like? I didn’t even see that coming. Lol

I understand entirely what Verity went through with that specific rumor, though it wasn’t true, a rumor spread around about someone that’s an entire grooming situation from an outsiders perspective, I feel can tear apart someone’s autonomy, that happened with her. It’s funny though, the “ache” she describes is something I feel as well since my situation I mentioned. It’s unfortunate though she turned out like this, I don’t think anyone deserves to go what she went through. Bullying from kids is tormenting, but being harassed and gaslit about it as an adult is FUCKED UUUP DOOD. Verity is allowed her grudges, but if this pendant wasn’t in the equation at all, I’d call her a cunt lol. Not even gonna lie right now, Verity is allowed that closure as well! The way she did it? Is horrible lol! Uuughgghhh of course that’s the whole point I don’t know. These are all the thoughts I have since watching that episode, I totally forgot I was watching black mirror it was so good. I diddddd get triggered a little because of how relatable Maria’s situation felt to me, it was an INCREDIBLE episode. I feel like it’ll speak to people like me. I haven’t even finished the season aaahhhh!!!

Sorry if none of this makes sense, although I think it will to the people who want to try and understand where I’m coming from. If you have negative thoughts they will be deleted lol I can’t handle criticism, not right now. Please note that my stance on both these characters is that I love them!!! I actually really wish Verity accepted the closure from Maria, near the end they seemed like a really fun dynamic if they gave it a chance, especially since Maria is exactly the opposite from Verity. Again, all of this is just something I want to put out there to see if there’s anyone if understands my vision!! If this comes off as hateful, I am sorry, that is not my intention. What this episode reminds me of requires me to call out the experience differences between white and black folk. Thank you for reading if you did!!

[starlightsuffered]

Christmas Retreat (chapter 4)

Info - shy reader, introverted reader, British reader, mention of smoking

The next couple days passed quickly. I slept a lot, catching up on what stress and work had stolen. I didn’t come out of my room much, except for food. Thankfully, us guests weren’t required to do every activity on the itinerary.

I’d opted out of skiing. I didn’t know how and the ski lift frightened me a bit. I had also decided to not engage in the sledding race. I had went on the pinecone hunt. I didn’t know if I’d be making them into “little banquets for birdies!” As Margret called them. Peanut butter and seeds felt like a messy hassle.

As I went about these activities I did keep my eyes on Timothée. In one way it was to appreciate the view, but I was also curious about him. He was so…. Amiable. He was nice to practically everyone. I wasn’t someone who usually stuck out in a good way. I didn’t have a charm to draw people in, so I could help by wonder why he approached me again and again. Through my investigation I decided he was just a really nice guy who was friendly. I was nothing special. A small part of me did like to make a big deal out of the fact that he seemed to single me out. He always smiled when he saw me and jogged over to say hello.

There was something odd though. One of the other guests, Reginald, seemed to be doing the same thing I was. His eyes were almost constantly on Timothée. If Timothée noticed he didn’t say anything, but I found it a bit strange.

Reginald wasn’t a big talker. The man was tall and boney, and his hair was greying. He wasn’t that old, not old enough to be Timothée’s father or anything. However, he seemed to hang around like the smell of cigarette smoke.

It seemed I just had to accept that my crush was the crush of multiple people here. I would have to deal with that. It wasn’t like I had a chance anyway.

I made sure to write a postcard to my mum at the end of the first week. It was a long trek to a place I could actually send it, but I enjoyed the walk. I could see my breath.

I posted the note letting her know I was good and hoping she was as well. I did mention I’d met someone who was kind to me but I didn’t say Timothée’s name. I told her I’d won the tree decorating contest. I knew she wouldn’t be surprised. She said I had a knack for this sort of thing. I always attributed it to my anxiety.

When I got back my cheeks were rosy and I felt a little more peppy. I was expecting to go back to my room and take a nice bath to warm up. However, I was met with the residents stuffing their hands in gloves and wrapping scarves around their necks.

I quickly grabbed my phone. In my favourite I had a snap shot of the itinerary and a list of the ones I was required to attend.

“Shit, apple picking,” I muttered.

“Yes! Apple picking,” Margret said in a sing song voice. I only just kept myself back from rolling my eyes. She had to make everything sound like a G rated musical.

“Uh huh,” I nodded almost dismally.

“Y/n you are such a Debby Downer, it’s almost like you don’t enjoy the company of others,” she cackled.

“Yeah, imagine that,” I grumbled, shoving my freezing hands into my pockets.

“You’re coming right?” asked a voice behind me. I turned to see Timothée.

I felt the butterflies in my stomach awaken and begin to flutter around. He looked so soft and comfy. He wore at least three layers of grandpa esque sweaters. His coat was long and buttoned in a way that showed off the way his wide shoulder descended into a narrower waist. His hair was a mess of curls with a beanie plopped on top. His thin lips seemed to have a gloss or something on them because I couldn’t stop staring.

“Uh, yeah,” I nodded.

“Good! You’ve barely come on anything,” he beamed.

It was as if the Grim Reaper had swept into the room. Reginald showed up, practically on Timothée’s shoulder. I felt that jealous monster rise again. I truly wasn’t used to this feeling. Lust, desire, and loneliness, I didn’t usually experience these kind of territorial emotions.

“May I join your group?” Asked the older man. He rolled every r in an obnoxious way. To my surprise, Timothée looked annoyed as well. I didn’t think I’d seen him much less than positively jovial in all my time here.

I’d longingly watched from my window as he’d made snow men for a contest with some of the couples. I’d smelled the pie he’d baked with a couple others. He’d shared it at dinner two nights ago. He’d even been swimming in the indoor pool. He had always had a smile. He was always laughing. Right now he seemed anxious and wary.

“S-sure,” I said. Timothée’s comment had bothered me. Did everyone here think I was basically a hermit?

I cursed internally. Again, this feeling was supposed to dissipate or at least hide during this trip. Now, I find out I cannot be my introverted self at all. I could not relax away from contact. I’d over estimated my undesirability, and now my absence was being noted. My anxiety was high again.

We all shuffled out to the impressive orchard. I definitely didn’t want to be the one to climb the ladder. I decided that I’d hold a basket.

“Come on, that tree is bursting with ripe ones,” Timothee said enthusiastically. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over the largest tree.

I felt myself squirm slightly as I watched the muscles in his arms as he scaled the ladder. My eyes drifted down slightly to his ass. Even in the layers he wore to protect him from the cold, his figure was recognisable.

I felt my warm tongue cross my lips. I was so distracted as I watch his hand close around an apple that I didn’t notice Reginald beside me.

I jumped when an apple fell from Timothée’s hand and plopped in Reginald’s basket. Soon, Timothée’s gleeful voice was calling out whenever he dropped a fruit. He was giggling to himself as he made up more ridiculous warnings each time.

“You won’t Adam and Eve it, Apple on the way.”

“Don’t crapple, here comes an Apple.”

“Land ho!”

“You may be the apple of my eye but don’t let this apple hit your eye!”

They were so lame and ridiculous I found myself laughing. I got the reward of Timothée looking down with a fond smile every time I did so.

“Alright my freezing friends!” Margret said, clapping her red hands together. I couldn’t believe she was maintaining that huge grin though her teeth were chattering.

“Come along to our winery,” she ushered us along. As we walked she talked about how the resort would be using the fruit we’d pick to make wine for all of us. I was happy to hear we’d be getting a free bottle for our efforts.

“Did Reginald say much to you?” Timothee asked as we walked next to one another. It was difficult not to look back at the older gentleman.

“No, not really,” I said, slightly confused by the question.

“Oh good,” Timothée said quietly. We walked in silence for a bit. I didn’t know why Timothee had asked me. Perhaps Timothée was interested in older men?

“Why, have you got a crush on him or something,” I asked after a bit.

“Oh come off it you idiot!” Timothee guffawed and knocked his shoulder into mine. He underestimated his own landlines and my smallness. I lost my balance on the ice and soon I was in the middle of toppling over. Timothée let out a sound of fear and grabbed at me, after dropping his basket.

The slush and snow created more ways to slip and fall. Soon we were both tumbling. One over another, apples everywhere, freezing cold seeping into my bones. Finally, it all stopped.

I was under his soft body. I was peering up into sparkling green eyes. I wondered if we looked like a scene from a fairytale, because it felt like I were in one. He was so close. I could feel every place his body was pressed against mine.

My breathing became ragged. He breathed out and the heat of it showed in the frigid air. I wanted to suck in the cloud he’d just made. I wanted all of him. I wanted to be consumed and enveloped. I wanted us even closer than we were now.

“Really sorry about that, I didn’t know you were near a patch of ice,” Timothée said sheepishly.

“No problem chum,” I said shakily.

“Stop reenacting a rom com and get up!” Said the usually drawling voice of Reginald. Now his voice was sharp and scratchy. This reaction only made me wonder more at what the relationship between Timothée and Reginald was in truth.

Timothée rolled off me and got up easily. I missed his weight already. He thrust out his hand and I took it. Even through woollen gloves my skin tingled when our hands met.

He pulled me up easily. We went about picking up our dropped fruit. I was glad the snow cushioned some of the apples. Finally, our perishables had been collected.

“I’m sorry about that again,” Timothée said solemnly.

“It really isn’t an issue,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat.

“Well I hope you aren’t hurt,” he said meekly.

“Not at all, don’t worry about it,” I said, and hesitantly nudged his shoulder. It was a shadow of his boisterous movement earlier. He smiled at me warmly.

However, Reginald somehow nudged his way between us. I had to make an effort not to snap at the man.

We made it to the winery. The apples were deposited in the correct area. Margret then led us through a shortcut back to the resort’s main building.

“Alright, you all are free to go back to your rooms. Don’t forget the pajama Christmas movie tonight!” Margret said, still rubbing her chilly skin. She hurried off, likely to take a hot bath.

I went back to my room and changed into some joggers and a plain maroon sweater. I made a cup of tea and relaxed until it was time for the movie. I wasn’t even sure what the film would be.

I knew I’d probably get annoyed doing this activity. I imagined many people would be talking and that bothered me to no end. However, if I did this I could skip sledding tomorrow. I would rather be a little irritated than make a fool of myself and hurt myself sledding.

I tiredly made my way to the tv room. I’d only been in there once when one of the guests was playing Its a Wonderful Life. I had let go of my social anxiety to watch one of my favourite films.

“Hey y/n,” Timothée said the moment I’d turned into the tv room. My mouth fell open a bit. I looked around the room. No one but he and I were in the room.

“Where is everyone?” I asked anxiously.

“I think it’s just you and me,” Timothée said with a smile. My heart was hammering.

“Come on!”

“Y-you sure?” I asked.

“Yeah, and also you can call me Timmy if you like,” he said sweetly.

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[dentiststoothfairy]

Slides in *) may I have a chubby reader and them H E A D C A N O N S (blinks with eye lashes*)

Ty 😊

Art I made lmao

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 & 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Bro they don't give a single fuck.

Gonna be honest. They really don't.

If you're vibing with them? They'll vibe with you. Doesn't matter if you're pretty, ugly, larger, smaller, taller, shorter, thick or flat.

Nene thinks you're gorgeous anyways. You know she does because she makes a big deal about not hanging around ugly people.

"Like Pico?"

"Oh my Lord, exactly! Like Pico!"

She takes you shopping and then throws an ABSOLUTE fit if or when they don't carry the CUTEST outfit in your size.

That has to be some sort of CRIME.

Darnell is probably the most apathetic about it. He knows what it's like to be treated differently for something you can't change. And personally, he'd rather someone not make a large deal out of it... So he doesn't make a big deal out of you either.

Although, when someone has the audacity to like.. Comment on it? He calls them tf out. He makes a big deal then. He gets absolute pleasure of making assholes squirm with uncomfortable tension after being pointed out.

He's got your back. Honestly? He is probably the most reliable out of the group. He shuts Nene up real fast when she says something insensitive by the slip of the tongue.

Pico? God don't let anyone make one comment around you two.

He DON'T let that shit slide.

He's probably fallen asleep on you after a long day. He hasn't got any shame that one, I'm not gonna lie. You're way more comfortable to lean on than Darnell or Nene.

Nene mocks him and tells him that he better not collapse into your chest the way he collapsed into hers that one time. He still fucking hates that. It's embarrassing. He WOULD RATHER DIE.

"I'm back!"

"Oh, welcome home." You answered cointly. Your chest heavy with burden as you pulled your nervous eyes away from your reflection, subconsciously pulling down at your pants as you did so to hide the shame.

Your blue haired lover gave an energetic laugh as he moved lightly on the soles of his feet, bouncing to the couch as he took his hat out to fan himself. His stupid smile always brought comfort, you fought a smile yourself.

"Busy day?" You hummed, his eyes was still twinkling from energy from being outside. He nodded as his mouth opened to talk more.

"Oh hell yeah. Another rap battle, it was absolutely fire. You should've heard me!"

Ah.. You... Hadn't been willing to leave the apartment for a while... Embarrassment of like... Existing. But, that meant you missed out on so many fun things with your quite frankly, extroverted boyfriend.

His rising and falling chest and heart beating in sync, you could feel his internal music constantly bumping as he climbed onto you while you sat down, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck as you quickly grabbed his hand. You knew what he was trying to do, trying to run his fingers through your tight curls and you knew it would only end badly.

"I bet... You would've sounded great." You gave a bitter smile, glancing down subtly at your legs as your hand clutched his hand tighter. Your lover, usually pretty clueless, seemed to pick up on the cues.

".. Is something wrong, babe?" He asked, his tone shifted slightly as he looked up at you, his excitement washed away like a wave swallowing a crab into the large ocean.

Now look what you've done...

"No, no. I'm fine! I was just thinking about what we were going to have for dinner tonight. Maybe something with low fat?" You offered, throwing the option into the air hoping that the usual air head wouldn't catch on.

Unlucky for you, he did.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Is this about your legs again?" He let go of you, as he sat up. The silence hung in the air like a string hung off a cork board. You never liked lying to him but, how else could you improve the situation..?

He gave a sigh, laying his head on your shoulder as he snaked an arm around your waist, trying to pull you as closely as he could to you. "... You know I think you're stunning, I don't.. Understand how you can't see that." He muttered.

"Because-.." Your voice caught onto the tissue in your throat as if a hook was dragging across it. You couldn't untangle the line that was suffocating you. Both metaphorical, and the verbal line you were about to say.

And, god bless... Your boyfriend as if a miracle worker, knew exactly what to do. He pulled you in, connecting your lips quickly.

"You're adorable. There's nothing cuter than you." He mumbled, giving you a crooked smile. "The fact you think other wise is insulting. You're like.. The fuckin' cutest thing ever. Like, you're so soft. And I know people who say that come off as if they're reaching for compliments but honestly? I wouldn't change you for the way you are." He shrugged.

Your eyes scavenged his for any sort of lie. That he was trying to make you feel better with absolutely no true empathy behind his words. But you came up empty handed.

"Like, do you know how hard it is for me to like.. Not show you off? I just wanna walk down the street and go 'look suckers! This is my mutha' fuckin' partner! You can't even imagine landing someone so hot!'" He raised his voice, cupping his mouth to make himself even louder. You gave a nervous laugh.

"Please don't do that..." Please, don't.

He gave a cheeky wink to you, sticking his cheek out as he did. "I said it's hard for me not to do, not that I would. I know how you get with attention, baby and I'm gonna do my best to make sure you're content in your own skin because I love you." He brought your knuckle to his lips, giving you a kiss and feigning a knight.

"Whether you're black, white, fuckin'... Green or thin."

Green?

You couldn't help but laugh at that. Taking your dumb ass boyfriend by the jaw and kissing him once again.

"You're so stupid."

"I know." He hummed back, content. "Now what's for dinner for real? I'm starving."

[midnaspeaks]

I HAVE TO RANT ABOUT EPISODE 10.

Okay so I just watched episode 10 of Drag Race, including the untucked. THIS SHIT HAS ME SOOOO FUCKING PISSED! Now I love my Jewels Sparkles, and personally she's my number one cuz yasss tampa girlies! But even if she wasn't my top pick, the way these queens treated her over some of the dumbest shit in the universe had me flying up the fucking roof. Also Onya Nerve has always been a top girlie for me too but the way she stood up for Jewels?!?! WE LOVE SISTERHOOD! Anyways, Lexi Love starting off the fight with some "What about me being hurt?" HURT ABOUT WHAT ???? ABOUT UR FUCKING PLACEMENT???? That shit sounded a little insane when YOU were the one constantly attacking the one...that...gave...you....the placement...you...wanted. Now I can't get tooooo too mad at my queen Lexi because I did understand when she talked about her hormones and how her emotions get all over the place, that I can see. At the same time it's just like.... you need to check yourself at some point before you start sounding crazy, from one emotional bitch to another. I also appreciated how SHE was the first to apologize first, when she wasn't even the main culprit. Speaking of....

FUCK. ARRIETTY. YOU'RE MAD YOU ONLY DO PRETTY LOOKS AND CAN'T BE FUCKIN FUNNY? AND NOW YOU WANNA MAKE IT JEWEL'S PROBLEM??? SERIOUSLY?? THIS IS PATHETIC!!!! As an anxiety-ridden bitch I have no problem in saying this; do not EVER try to have a cunt bitch personality when you can't deliver a 5 word sentence to an audience without stopping yourself and awkwardly CACKLING to try and garner some pity giggles. Thinking you were doing something by stealing your supposed "friends" jokes?? Yeah she struggled because of that but she STILL ended up doing better than whatever the fuck YOU did! I hate a bitch that knows they have a weak spot in a certain criteria, and instead of improving on that weakness and looking to others for help, you wanna go ahead and blame the closest person you had and make her out to be a piece of shit for... what exactly? Making you go second and her go AFTER you? To me, that shows that Jewels really wanted you to get out of your head and make a funny roast! Onya and Sam had a good point too, after your roast why would you give a flying FUCK who goes after you????? This is so hard for me to type because I have beeeeen an Arrietty fan since the beginning, but having this unfunny bitch just dogpile on her supposed best friend and then proceed to ACTUALLY sabotage her too?? Great you got your extra points of fame before you got sent home! If that was the goal then condragulations girl...

I feel so strongly about this episode because I can relate to this type of argument and borderline bullying SOOOOO fucking much. Jewels was not being fake by just saying it wasn't her intention to do anything bad, and even if she did boo fucking hoo why are yall so up y'alls ass about PLACEMENTS??? That shows a LOT about how you're going to perform than Jewels honestly. Susie was right!

DONTTTT EVEN GET ME STARTED WHEN ARRIETTY TRIED COMING FOR ONYA. GIRL I NEEDED TO RIP THRU MY FUCKING MONITOR AND STRANGLE THIS BITCH MYSELF! You have the AUDACITY to say Onya shouldn't be in this conversation when Jewels is very obviously not going to feed into your petty and cunty argument ????? I would've done the same damn thing! ONYA REALLY CLOCKED IT WHEN SHE SAID "YOU LEFT YOUR FRIEND! SHE SAT NEXT TO ME BITCH!" LIKE YEAH! YOU DID THAT! "Awe wahhh Jewels you put yourself after me so that means I'm really gnna do bad and you're gnna be better wahhh I'm moving seats" like girl really. Her saying too that Onya is trying to "steal this moment for herself"????? I mean she is right on that, all of Onya's points made sense and she really ate yall the fuck up! Then at the very end you wanna start a pity party with yourself and crying how Jewels set you up and protected everyone else. Just like Sam said, put on your makeup because it is never. That. Fucking. Serious! (which is ironic because I am making a whole damn rant about a purposefully overexaggerated argument between people I don't know lolz)

At the end of the day I'm glad Arrietty went home because she needed that reality check of getting your nerves together before you come on to Drag Race. That roast was like my 7th grade nutritional wellness class presentation on random health facts. You cannot just be pretty and make really nice gowns mama, you need curtains that match the drapes!

[feridilicious]

SO! GLITCHTRAPPED AU IDEA! The thought came to me when i was listening to the song The Bidding by Chonny Jash, which is, a very good song btw and i think it works well with this idea, give it a listen >:)

So in this AU, i'd like to think that GGY, or Dr Rabbit collected Tony and Cassie like a bunch of lil shiny Pokemon and glitchtrapped them. As a last attempt to escape the virus's control, the two of them both try to escape, which leads to Tony getting shanked and thrown away somewhere and Cassie thrown down an elevator as an attempt to keep them from escaping the Pizzaplex. (Dr Rabbit did all of this, the lil shit..) After all of this, Cassie and Tony are locked in a deep slumber before suddenly they wake up in the ruined Pizzaplex, they have no memory whatsoever after having their brains scrambled by Glitchtrap during their eepy time, they do not remember where they came from or who the other is, but they do remember how GGY proceeded to trap them down there in the dark for such a long time, fueling the resentment that had already been there, to begin with. Cassie ended up waking up in the rubble where the elevator had crashed, she was seriously injured but then Tony came along and offered to help her, even though he was also critically injured. The two of them are just kind of wandering through the abandoned Pizzaplex, thoroughly confused until they start recounting the story of how Gregory attacked them both and sent them down here to rot. (A sidenote, i'd like to think that them and GGY worked together for a very short time before they made their escape, they didn't really do much and the only reason that they were kept glitchtrapped is because GGY had been complaining that he was lonely, so Glitchtrap kinda went here why don't you go pick out a few pets at the store and come back to me on that LMAO) So now they are very pissed and are trying to heal and regain their strength as quickly as possible so that they can go after him, they wanted revenge for the pain he'd caused them both, their plan was to kill him, which is something they probably wouldn't typically come to, but their brains had been so scrambled by the virus and fueled by Glitchtrap's sudden anger towards Gregory, it seemed like the only reasonable thing they could do. They honestly don't even realize Glitchtrap is there sometimes, but he's always watching and listening, and everything he feels is felt by them as well. Sometimes he will..speak to them in a way, but its kind of unintelligible. It was like his influence had been weakened somehow. But anyways, in the outside world, (Most of this is all post security breach) Gregory has been freed from the virus's control and is living with Vanessa and Freddy, he begins to remember how he potentially sent his best friends to their demise and he's like "Oh shit i should go see-" And with Vanessa's help, they go back to the shambleplex and begin to search. He wants to free them, but Cassie and Tony don't see him as anything besides the enemy now. They are both incredibly furious at him and are constantly trying to kill him the entire time he's there. Now i didn't necessarily think this part through yet, but i was thinking that he would have to avoid them both and escape their constant attacks and try to play the specific games to individually set them free, but this could change..

I think Tony would be the more quiet and calculated one out of the two, he is constantly analyzing every situation and carefully watching, waiting, and listening. I think he'd be good at traps and such because he'd be good at figuring out exactly where Gregory is going to be. (I'd also like to think that he's somewhat good with the computers, but not as good as Gregory was) Now Cassie is..a bit of a mess, she has a bit of a limp after the whole elevator incident but this doesn't stop her anger. She is unbelievably furious with Gregory over his betrayal, she'd thought they were best friends after her birthday party, but he had hurt her and proved her wrong. She is more likely to just chase after him with a weapon and just scream the entire time to get the anger out, she isn't as graceful but she's still pretty strong and quick despite everything.

I also think that they'd have rabbit suits..i need to design those :) I also also think that whenever Gregory gets close, they can absolutely feel his presence, mostly because they are in pain whenever he's nearby, emotionally and physically. They get so angry that it hurts and it only makes them want to hurt him more. I do think that when they get set free and get told the truth, they'll just feel...empty and lost, because the only thing holding them together was the mutual hatred for Gregory, and now they don't have that. They have no memory of the past or where their family and friends are (Ellis would probably break down crying if he saw them both again though, its been almost a year since they went missing) Gregory would totally bully Vanessa to have them live with him for the time being and she would reluctantly agree because what else is she gonna do??

But yes..this is my idea, what do you guys think? 👀 id love to write it as a story but i also have a bunch of other stuff that im procrastinating on unfortunately so maybe that isnt the smartest idea AGSJSM Booping some of the people who commented here.. @o0ogalaxyroseo0o @monsooninamajestic @munchkinbaby08

(If you have any questions feel free to ask, i like brainstorming :D)

[transgenderwolfart]

GRASS TYPE POKEMON ARE QUEER CULTURE AND I CAN PROVE IT

P

You’re a dinosaur with a giant flower on your back? That’s SO gay

Exeggute? That’s a POLYCULE.

WHAT’S gayer than a tiny smelly depressed fat teenager either becoming a skinny dancer girl in a spinny skirt or a happy loser who embraces their style??

Oh don’t get me STARTED on bellsprout.

Hisuian voltorb??? You’re literally BALLS.

YOUR BODY IS MADE OF TENTACLES

CHIKORITA HAS ALWAYS BEEN FOR THE GIRLIES. SHE’S GOT A DESIGNER CHOKER AND EVERYTHING. SHE KNOWS WHAT She’S ABOUT

Oh you’re a fragile cute pink cat who’s also LITERALLY an invasive species? Almost like people PERCEIVE you as invading spaces you shouldn’T be in despite you not harming them? SOUNDS VERY TRANSGEDNER, HOPPIP.

The weakest pokemon to ever exist is a permanently dopey happy seedling and a sunflower. Sit on that for a second. Do we NOT all know a tiny weak baby gay who can’t do shit but loves their life anyway cuz I DO.

I have a lesbian Celebi oc for a REASON. THAT BITCH IS A FEMME.

TREECKO EXPERIENCES TWINK DEATH.

Oh you’re a small emo kid who grows into a jolly fat middle aged man who dances with joy at every opportunity? BEAR ACTIVITY, NEXT.

Shiftry is a fat old man with white hair and a bushy beard and while that isn’t inherently gay I know that description is probably some of your types you little freak (this is me I’m the freak)

Cacturne is a skinny little emo cowboy. That’s the kind of genre combination only one of us could make.

Breloom is a mushroom lizard, and as we all know, queer cottagecore nature people love to shove mushrooms on FUCKING EVERYTHING. AND I KNOW YOU KNOW THIS. MUSHROOMS ARE GAY.

LILEEP AND CRADILY ARE COVERED IN PENORSIS.

Tropius literally has a beard of bananas. They’re underutilized, and useless competitively, but theoretically the perfect provider. THEY’RE LITERALLY A SWEET GAY OLD MAN WHO CAN’T PLAY SPORTSCFOR SHIT. I KNOW ONE GUY LIKE THAT.

“No I don’t want to pick the competitively viable fire type or the universally marketable penguin, I want the turtle” kinda gay ngllll

Didn’t mention roselia in gen 3 because the rest of her line is in gen 4. So anyway has Ms. Roan not taught us ANYTHING about confident women in abstract and flashy clothes?

Oh a bug type who can just so HAPPEN to sometimes be in the universally gay type sometimes? BISECUAL.

That is literally an emo kid who, upon gaining a little bit of confidence, starts dancing around in a skirt with a smile. TRANSGENDER.

WHAT’S gayer than a freaky ugly plant? Those nature queers love their little freaks I swear

Abomasnow is literally an abominal snowman, a monster who is supposedly supposed to be isolated far from society and is also ugly and to be feared. THE GAYS CALLED, THEY SAY THEY RELATE.

My lesbian nonbinary ex liked leafeon thus leafeon is for the enbies and you can’t complain also that is a NATURE CAT THAT’S SO GAY

“I change forms constantly to suit how I feel that day” ROTOM IS FOR THE GENDERFLUID PEOPLE

Shaymin either is fluttershy or rainbowdash depending on the day. THAT’S DOUBLE GAY.

Snivy is a mean gay little boy who transitions into a butch dom with expensive clothing choice.

“I’m not gay because I like the ugly guy who nobody likes, is weak, but has a strong personality” uh huh sure

Child with expensive taste -> grumpy emo in a blankie -> femme

“It rides on the wind and slips into people’s homes. After it has turned a room into a cotton-filled mess, it giggles to itself and takes off.” WHIMSICOTT IS A GAY LITTLE FAIRY WHO PRANKS PEOPLE and is also so gay for lilligant

Girl with expensive and elaborate clothing who stomps on necks with stilettos (good neiche physical attacker)

Who hasn’t met a mean tiny gay person who will stab you if you touch them. Maractus is for the girlys.

“I’m just a happy little deer who frolics in the grass and loves sunshine and rainbows uwu!!” THAT’S so gAY

Mushrooms are gay x2

Competitive players may come and tell me off by saying “hey, ferrothorn is homophobic.” Let me ask you this: Do you know how much queer people friendly fire? I get called the f slur daily by my nonbinary transfem lesbian asexual friend and I call them it right back.

Deer are gay. This is also a overly pompous smug man with another elaborate outfit.

Chesnaught is a fat nature kid turned ginormous butch who’s been bullied her whole life.

Gruff nature boy who becomes a strong man who loves being used as a ride by literally anyone hello again bisexuals

“I’m all spooky and halloween themed! I also have long hairrrr” nobody likes halloween more than trans women and lesbians ok

Trevenant is just if gourgeist was a dom

Decidueye is Incineroar’s bottom

“I’m all pink and wear bell bottoms” hello again femmes who can’t wear modern day clothing

Mushrooms are gay x3

Hello tall lesbian who does nothing but kick men in the throat

Dhelmise is based on a part of a pirate ship. Pirates often had homosexual relationships with each other as they spent so much time together. Gay. Pirates are gay. Dhelmise is gay.

Tapu bulu is another butch with a nosering who’s part fairy type.

Nobody’s gayer than a band kid, nobody’s gayer than a drummer.

“It whirls around in the wind while singing a joyous song. This delightful display has charmed many into raising this Pokémon.” Yeah no shit you spend all day singing and showing off. Hello rupaul.

Based on a worm in an apple, worms are connected to bookes via the term “bookworm” which describes someone who’s so into a book they’ve essentially crawled inside it and lived in it. Apples too are associated with education. And who else is going to be well educated while also looking like an utter doofus in anything they wear but a gAY MAN?!

“Zarude daddy form”

Deer are gay

“I’m a little pot smoker who becomes a flamboyant emo magician” this is either a feminine gay man or a butch lesbian take your pick. Both smoke weed.

Permanently tired looking lady who’s known for being overly compassionate. Sounds gay.

“Yeah I’m a little freak in a tumbleweed haha I’m gonna getcha!!” That’s a gay man way meaner than he should be for his size

“My whole purpose is to look like someone I’m not” something something femboy culture idk

Short mean gay man again

Mushrooms are gay x4

Little wise old slug man who just wants to sleep describes most old gay men.

Iron leaves is verizion but instead of a nature boy he’s a techy gay guy who sits around programming web tools and minecraft mods

Dipplin is two dragons in the same house. Gayyyy

“I’m a little tea ghost” nothing’s gayer than ghosts jothing’s gayer than tea

Ogerpon is a shy little lesbian with a club

Hydrapple is another polycule keep up

[frogsare-friends]

slut! is a jellyfisher song. i will die on this hill.

"Flamingo pink, Sunrise Boulevard/Clink, clink, being this young is art/Aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool/What if all I need is you?"

° being young and messing up is a really big theme of the show - jeremiah embraces belly's interests even if they seem "childish" and conrad makes her feel insecure for it and refuses his own young side, trying to act older constantly; belly and jeremiah's first kiss is in the pool and her moving on from conrad and realizing he isn't what she needs, jeremiah is

"Got love-struck, went straight to my head/Got lovesick all over my bed/Love to think you'll never forget/Handprints in wet cement/Adorned with smoke on my clothes/Lovelorn and nobody knows/Love thorns all over this rose/I'll pay the price, you won't"

° belly got so caught up with conrad (love-struck) and he hurt her (lovesick), she wants jeremiah to remember what they had together and take her back, and she knows she'll get shit for dating one brother then another and he won't. but jeremiah fell in love with belly (love-struck) and he got hurt by her (lovesick), he wants her to remember both what they had and what she did, and he knows that he was head over heels for her and thinks she only likes conrad, so it won't hurt her as much. also the smoke on clothes reminds me of the bonfire in s1/b1 where he was the only one that wanted her there

"But if I'm all dressed up/They might as well be lookin' at us/And if they call me a slut/You know it might be worth it for once/And if I'm gonna be drunk/I might as well be drunk in love"

° belly gets called a slut for dating both conrad and jeremiah, and jeremiah gets called a slut pretty much constantly. but if they're gonna be judged anyway, they might as well have fun and be judged together. also the drunk on love is like them at the party on her birthday in s1/b1 where he gets super drunk and is just obsessed with her

"Send the code, he's waitin' there/The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air/Everyone wants him, that was my crime/The wrong place at the right time/And I break down, then he's pullin' me in/In a world of boys, he's a gentleman"

° They might fight but jere will always be there for her. everyone wants jeremiah, and so did she, but she went after conrad. and when conrad hurt her jeremiah was there, back to being her best friend (after their fight where they made up almost immediately), and he treats her well and makes her feel happy and secure

"Half asleep, takin' your time/In the tangerine, neon light, this is luxury/You're not sayin' you're in love with me/But you're going to/Half awake, takin' your chances/It's a big mistake, I said, "It might blow up in your pretty face"/I'm not saying, "Do it anyway" (Do it anyway)/But you're going to"

° when they almost kiss at the party in s2 (neon lights) and jeremiah doesn't wanna get hurt/belly hasn't really picked yet (you're not saying you're in love with me, but you will), and jeremiah talking to her in the hotel room and outside the morning after (might blow up in your pretty face), and he's not going to be mad at her if she picks conrad, but she picks him bc she wants him (not saying to do it anyway but you're going to)

[hylianengineer]

Goddamn it, I have either triggered the Dairy-Allergy-Induced-Anxiety, or I am simply incapable of calming down after this chaotic day. Maybe both.

Also I keep hearing noises I really hope are fireworks... but who sets off fireworks on Halloween? Isn't that illegal? Which isn't to say people don't do it...

I'm really Not Over the sulfuric acid incident at work today. I'm physically completely unharmed but emotionally very shaken up. I've never had a real lab accident before that required reporting or medical advice or anything. This one might not have technically required it either, but the MSDS (material safety data sheet - records we keep on every chemical we use that hold safety and first aid information) said to get medical attention. So I called Poison Control. I'm not even sure why I decided that was the correct people to call - it was very much not an emergency situation since there were no visible injurjes, and who else knows about chemical exposure? Maybe the University EHS department, whose phone number is on the lab door, but really, I don't know who they are or what they do beyond picking up our haz waste. I'm told I made the right call but I feel really self concious about it - why did I call Poison Control, aren't they supposed to deal with small children putting weird things in their mouths, not lab techs with chemical spills? They seemed totally unphased though. And it worked out, they knew what to do, I didn't actually get hurt, I took all the precautions.

After I got off the phone with Poison Control - but before I knew for sure everything was ok, because apparently acid burns don't always develop immediately and they said they'd call me back in an hour - I went upstairs to the grad students' office hoping against hope my favorite PhD student would be there. For emotional support and to have someone around slightly more experienced in Lab Stuff than me. She was not there. However, the PI and a couple other people were having a meeting in the conference room across the hall, and noticed me, and asked if I needed something - I do not generally come to that part of the building. I told her the whole story, and she looked at my not-burn (it seemed completely normal) and told me I did all the right things and it seemed like everything would be fine and asked if I needed anything. Then I went back to the lab, panicked some more, and waited for the Poison Control people to call me back. Which they did 45 minutes late, but I guess they're busy and this was low priority. Fair.

I feel so... ugh. That I was never taught who you call about stuff like this. I know to run acid-affected skin under running water for fifteen minutes. (I even know WHY you're not supposed to neutralize an acid burn with a base: acid+base=water+HEAT.) I know - in theory - how safety showers and chemical spill kits work (I'm so glad I didn't have to test THOSE!). But as for who to call afterwards? It was always assumed someone who knew more than me would be around to handle it. I was the only person in the lab today, and I didn't even know there were other lab members in the building. If I needed help but it wasn't 911 levels of bad, what the hell was I supposed to do? Fucking improvise? If I could've left the lab I could've gone to the office where I know some people - but I was kinda trapped at the sink running my arm under water for a minimum of fifteen minutes. And what the hell do the office folks know about chemical spills anyways?

Is this what being an adult is always like? Constantly figuring things out alone even though you feel like there should be someone older and more experienced and more Trained For This Shit around to handle it?

We used to have a lab manager who I assumed would be around to help if anything like this ever happened. She left six months ago and I've been doing half her job ever since. I'm not trained for this. And on Friday I have to go back to work and keep doing shit I wasn't trained for - this time attempting to repair the ion chromatograph.

Part of me feels like I freaked out over nothing. One drop of acid on one inch of exposed skin. Part of me feels angry that I feel like that. It was fine. It WAS fine. But how was I supposed to know that? I just did what the best information I had at the time - the MSDS - told me to do. Kind of. In the only way I could figure out how to do it. I'm kind of starting to think the MSDS writers need to take a chill pill - I swear every time I end up really needing one, it says something really scary, I act accordingly, and then I feel like an idiot afterwards. (Long story.)

[chaoticstanley]

I am absolutely in love with Beautyjuice! I’ve only seen one little snippet of her, but I’m already hooked on the ideas you have! If it’s alright, I did have a few questions (hopefully spoiler free, since you’re doing a comic):

Does she have to dress up and wear a corset ALL the time, or does she only do it just for super special occasions?

Did she choose to wear the corset, or is it societal pressure/necessity?

Did you have any specific influences/vibes when creating her?

Does she have any specific personality traits or archetypes that are different from her toonjuice counterpart?

Does Lydia get to see this alter ego? Do they like to do fun girly things together?

Is fanart of your universe/designs allowed? (With proper credit)

Thank you for your time! [Please don’t feel pressured to answer all of them! It is all good if you pick one or two to answer. :) ]

Have a wonderful day! Thank you for sharing your work with the world! ✨

Got me crying in the club rn!!! (T⌓T)

In all seriousness, this was such a sweet thing to say and I greatly appreciate your lovely words, babe!!!! And don't worry about spoilers cause the comic I'm working on is just a one-off story about Lydia having a sapphic crush lol. But onto the asks!!!

So, Beautyjuice mostly sticks to her feminized suit, but there are a few scenarios where she would dress up. Like, in the show, there are some situations for Beetlejuice to change his outfit, and it's the same deal for her but the only difference is that she's fem presenting. And she doesn't have to wear a corset at all. She's very insistent on it cause she likes how it makes her breasts pop up. She loves her titties and flaunts them constantly without shame. Either to seduce some poor sap out of their money or just for funsies.

And I was mostly inspired by, obviously, the Beautyjuice design in the show, but also drag queens as well. The exaggerated proportions and hair were a big factor. My mindset the entire time was "Does she look like she's serving cunt 💅🏼???" And I think I captured that pretty well 😊

In terms of personality, she's far more affectionate than my canon's Beetlejuice. Normal BJ doesn't like to be touched and doesn't ever touch anyone, save for the occasional hug with Lydia. He's a lot more like Moviejuice where he's not somebody you really wanna touch or else you'll end up dead in a ditch somewhere. But Beauty is way more touchy. She'll stroke your face, let a hand linger on your shoulder, run her fingers through your hair (and pull it), etc. It's all mostly to get your attention and manipulate in some way. But otherwise, she's just as much a gross, petty grade-A asshole as normal Beetlejuice.

And Lydia has seen her before and hung out with BJ in his Beauty form, but she's not a fan. Mainly because she always ends up witnessing her flirting with someone and it makes her gag. She's way more fond of Bettyjuice, which is BJ's teen girl alter ego which he uses to hang out with Lyds at school. In contrast, Bettyjuice is a mean e-girl type who loves to fight the school jocks, get into detention, and brag about how she has more followers than Claire Brewster. I posted Betty earlier but I'll reupload both fem designs here just to show the difference

Lydia definitely hangs out with Betty a lot more than Beauty. BUT they love to have typical girly fun, whether it's Beauty or Betty. They'll go shopping, talk shit on Claire, have slumber parties, do their makeup, etc. But funny enough, Beetlejuice does all that anyway in his standard form, so it's not any different than when they usually hang out lol. And here's a scene of Lydia helping Beauty in her corset.

And fanart is always welcomed by anyone for any art I make! I will go fucking feral for it. And again, thank you so much for this lovely ask! I'm a big fan of your art and seeing this in my inbox from you made me ecstatic!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Have a great one as well!

[that1fangirrl]

Angel- Chapter 5

When the girls first moved into their apartment, Jenevieve picked up a strange habit of going outside, climbing her fire escape and sitting on the roof of the building. She found it to be her comfort area where she could read, meditate, pace around, and more. Her mind was constantly racing, so having the rooftop made her feel more calm. Tonight was no different. After she finished crying in her bath, Jeni decided to clean herself up and head up to her favorite place with a couple of beers, the softest blanket she could find, and a new book she had been dying to open. Jen walks over to her favorite spot. There’s a giant floor pillow on the ground and the moonlight always tends to shine on it just right. She takes a deep breath as she takes a seat, opening her one of her beers. As she takes a sip, there’s a small sound that comes from her right. Her head turns quickly. She quietly gets up to check out the sound. “Maybe it’s just an alley cat or something.” The closer she gets, a red spec comes into view. “What the fuck is that?” She takes her glasses off, cleaning them a little. “Hello?” The figure turns around. They both jump a little. It’s a person… in a super suit? “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?” The figure speaks getting up. It has a devil shaped mask that only covers the eyes. His nose is bleeding slightly. “Um. I’m fine. Are you okay? Your nose is bleeding a bit. Do you need help or something? I can… I can help if you need.” “Oh, this is nothing. You should see the other guy.” He laughs a little. She smiles. “Okay. Is there a reason you’re up here? I mean, I guess heroes need a break too, right? You are a hero, right?” She starts to back away. Her heartbeat picks up a little. “I don’t necessarily think I’m a hero, but sure. I’m Daredevil.” “Sorry… Who?” “Daredevil. Man in the mask? Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?” She shakes her head. “Nope. Doesn’t ring a bell. To be fair, I’m not from this area. I only just moved here a couple of weeks ago.” “Oh. Well, anyway. You never answered earlier. Are you okay? You sound a little sad.” His face softens. She grabs his gloved hand and pulls him towards her area. “Have a seat first. Do you want a drink? It’s just some beers.” “Well, he seems fine. Maybe it would be better to just get it all out.” She decides. He shrugs and holds his hand out. She hands him the bottle. “I’m Jeni by the way. And, to answer your question, I’m fine. Just have a lot going through my mind, I guess. There’s just been so much shit happening around me. It can be a bit too much to take in at once.” He nods while he listens to her speak. “Do you wanna talk about it some more? I’m pretty much done for the night. I can stay- if you want me to, of course.” “That would be nice.” She smiles at him. 

Jenevieve decides to tell this man that she’s only met a mere few minutes ago more about her current situation. After a while the two start to talk more about other things. Like the book Jeni is reading, what she’s doing in Hell’s Kitchen, how he became a “hero” and whatever else the two could think of at the moment. Of course Daredevil decided to keep some details to himself, but still wanted to make her feel a sense of comfort and trust. Jeni found herself becoming a little attached to the man in front of her. He seemed like such an interesting guy. She wanted to know who he was under the mask. But she knows that most heroes like to keep their identities to themselves, which she respected. It felt as if time had stopped and they were just sitting on a cloud together. She had never talked to someone so long in her life. The night carried on with her getting a little closer to him. Her head was on his shoulder as sleep started to slowly take over her body and mind. He looks down at her, stopping his story about the robbery from tonight. “Am I boring you now?” She laughs a little. “Oh definitely not. I was just listening. I guess your voice is just so soothing that I started to get sleepy. And maybe the beer helped too.” “I guess I should leave you be then.” “Yeah. I have court in the morning anyway. As if court isn’t boring on its own.” She pauses as she gets up with her things in hand. “Is there a way for us to meet again? I hate to admit it, but this was really nice.” He feels her cheeks heat up. “I’ll know how to find you. I promise, I’ll come by more often for you.” He leans in towards her ear, holding her with his gloved hand. “Don’t overthink too much tonight. Give your mind a break. Goodnight Jeni.” Jenevieve’s eyes grow big as he kisses her cheek and gives her small hand a little squeeze. She watches him walk off to the end of the roof. “Goodnight. Whoever youare.” She whispers the last part to herself, even though he still picks up on it. He smiles to himself, finally leaving the alleyway. 

After her little encounter with the “Devil”, Jenevieve went straight to sleep. She wished the night had been longer, so she could find out more about him. Her interest in him had even transferred to her dreams. Her mind was now clouded with thoughts full of him. Even as she walked to work in the morning, she couldn’t help but let her thoughts drift to him. It wasn’t until Foggy had walked up to her, that Jenevieve realized she didn’t know how she had even gotten ready this morning. Let alone walking through the door of the firm. She blinked a few times, blushing in embarrassment. “Sorry, were you asking me something?” Foggy laughed a little. “Not really. I was just coming to check on you. You walked through the door looking like a zombie. I was worried you hadn’t gotten any sleep. Is everything okay?” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Oh I’m perfectly fine. I just zoned out a bit this morning. Sorry about that.” He lets out a small laugh. “Okay, good. Well, Matt should be here soon. Once he gets here, we can all head over to the courthouse. Sound good?” She nods looking down slightly. Foggy nods back, walking away towards his desk. 

“Good morning Jenevieve. How was your night?” Matt asks, giving her a small smile. She looks up from her thick folder of papers. “It was… pretty good. How about you? No offense, but you look a little worn out.” She stares in concern. Foggy looks over at the two, silently tuning into their conversation. “Yeah. I- I just had a rough night. I’m usually like this before court. No need to worry.” In reality, he had spent the first half of his night taking care of the city. The other half was him enjoying his time with an unknowing Jenevieve. “Okay. Hey quick question. Have any of you heard of some guy named Daredevil?” Jenevieve watches as everybody else shares a look, before they all shrug. Foggy speaks up, “Kinda. He helped us a couple of times, but we mostly hear about him through the paper. Why do you ask?” She looks down, stuffing her hands in her sweater sleeves. “No reason. I kinda met him last night. Just wanted to know if you guys knew anything else about him. Anyway, I should probably get everything ready for later.” They all nod at each other as she walks out of the room. Karen watches Jeni fully step into a different room and out of earshot before she turns back to the boys. “You spoke to her last night? What happened to keeping a low profile?” She folds her arms looking towards Matt. “It’s not like I went searching for her. I was out patrolling and could hear her crying, so I stayed to make sure she was okay. I wasn’t exactly expecting her to come on the roof and find me there. But y’know she was having a rough night, so I decided to keep her some company to make her feel a little safer. Nothing wrong with that.” Matt finishes looking a little upset at the questions. He just wanted her to feel comfortable around him and if that meant masking himself then, so be it. “Yeah, there’s nothing wrong with that, but what happens if she finds out who you are under the mask? Remember how everything went to shit after I found out. It was horrible.” Foggy rubs his forehead before putting a hand on Matt’s shoulder. “Look. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with what you did. But I do feel a bit awkward and bad for lying to Jeni like that. It’s not fair to her, even if she is new here. She seems like she keeps to herself. Maybe you should just come clean now. Less mess in the future if you hold it in for any longer.” Matt nods, “Maybe I could tell her after the charity event. I want her to at least try to have a good time. No need to put added stress on her. Her family already has that job down perfectly.” On cue, Jenevieve walked back into the room. “Okay, I’ve got all the papers. Court starts at 1 and it is currently 11:26. We could get some breakfast and coffee at Silk Joy, on me. And then start walking towards the courthouse. How does that all sound?” She looks up at everyone, biting her lip slightly. Matt could tell she had been biting it a couple of times throughout the morning. It was starting to form a bruise under her light rosy lipstick she had put on earlier that morning wanting to look more “professional and mature.” “That sounds… absolutely great. Your mind is always in the right place, Jeni. ” Foggy goes in for a fist bump. She fist bumps him back with a light laugh. “Glad to know I’m appreciated.” She smiles. 

[girlnouille]

today: avignon, comme des garçons

like every mentally ill girl who came before me*, i went through a joan of arc phase. mine came about when i was fourteen (the ideal age to be for your joan of arc phase, let’s be honest) after a french class assignment to write an essay on the saint corresponding to our birthdays (in france, each day of the year is the feast day for a different saint and so you have “your” saint based on this). the other kids in my class went down incredibly weird rabbit holes learning about their saints; people famous for getting cut up and fed to pigs or drowned in wine, who became the patron saints of rheumatism and goat milk and jealousy.

i was secretly a little disappointed with my saint. everyone already knew about joan of arc. she was mainstream; famous enough to be mentioned in more than one pop song, and nationalism of any kind has always grossed me out. it wasn’t until i started reading about her that my mind changed. her family were not peasants (myth), but she was still said to be a broad-shouldered girl capable of uncommon physical strength. most historians agree that she was most likely suffering from a form of epilepsy which caused auditory hallucinations, or schizophrenia, or both. attributing the voices in your head to god or an angel would make perfect sense to somebody whose entire childhood was soaked in catholicism and trauma, especially considering joan’s village was targeted repeatedly by burgundian soldiers.

there is a very unique loneliness in being a teenage girl. it’s like being constantly on a razor-edge tipping between ecstasy and terror. i can only speak for myself in saying this, but at the core of being fourteen years old: will anybody pay attention to me? will they see how special i am? will they think i’m full of shit? will they laugh at me? will they hurt me? she died the same day i was born, when she was still a teenager. i am not religious and don’t particularly care about any of the saints, but i still feel a very personal connection whenever i see joan mentioned; like the little jolt of recognition in picking a family member out of their old class photo.

but anyway this was supposed to be about perfume, lol. i smelled avignon purely by chance after seeking out the cdg incense range in order to try the kyoto fragrance and ended up liking avignon (made to represent old catholic church incense) the most, which may or may not have been subconsciously related to the fact that i was reading ali alizadeh’s the last days of jeanne d’arc at the time. it’s a dry, crumbling church smoke pyre perfume; i get chamomile, amber, myrrh and rosemary.

*sticking in an obligatory “fuck morrissey” disclaimer.