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strangersatellites · 11 months ago

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frat steve has taken steddie twitter by storm so have this

eddie’s dragging his feet in his boots, humming under his breath while he unsuccessfully flicks the lighter under his cigarette.

every time he finds himself walking down fraternity row he also finds himself wondering how he got here.

not physically- he took a left on 4th and a right on morningside, he knows that.

but in a larger sense.

he’s a junior well on his way to a media and entertainment arts degree who, as a freshman and sophomore spent most of his friday nights at local dives either playing with his band or drinking and shooting the shit with the divorced dads at the pool table.

so when he wonders how he got here, he means how he’s found himself on the way to his third house party this month.

he finally gets his cigarette lit and he stops on the sidewalk to get in a few drags before he heads in. mentally prepares himself for the insufferable music he’ll have to endure for thirty minutes or so before he tunes it out.

he mock-bows at the group of girls that wanders past, giggles and waves sent his way making him laugh to himself.

he drops the butt and stubs it beneath the toe of his boot and takes a breath.

heads toward the house door.

when he gets there he’s met with two guys, freshman surely. letters emblazoned across their cutoff muscle tees and hats turned backwards and perched, very stupidly if eddie shares his piece, atop their heads.

they stop him with a hand up and friendly smiles and mock bravado “three actives,” bro number one states.

eddie barely holds back an incredulous laugh.

“you cannot be serious.”

the boys eye each other, confused and getting frustrated, eddie can tell.

the first bows up a bit.

“dead serious, bro. name three actives.”

and look, eddie may be a showman at the best of times but he really doesn’t want to pull his trump card here. not now.

that would just add insult to injury.

he’s wracking his brain for a way to let them down gently, to get them to step aside and let him through when there’s a loud commotion behind them and then steve is shouldering his way past and onto the front steps.

“eddie!!” he cheers and swings his strong arms up and around his neck. he, unlike tweedle dee and tweedle dum, is just wearing a white t-shirt and his hair, his beautiful, beautiful hair is left untarnished by the blasphemy that is the frat boy snapback.

he wraps an arm low around his waist and presses a kiss to his temple.

“hey, baby,” he smiles, watching the dropped jaws and disbelieving eyes over steve’s shoulder.

steve pulls back and shoves his chest back and he stumbles, laughing.

“dude you were supposed to be here ages ago!”

eddie tugs him back close by his wrists and puts on his best puppy eyes.

“sorry, sweetheart, got caught up at rehearsals. but i’m all yours now.”

steve grabs his hand and tangles their fingers together. spins around and point between eddie and the pledge-bouncers.

“guys, this is eddie! eddie this is jeremy and josh.”

eddie waves, small and a bit sarcastic but steve doesn’t pick up on that. just tugs him past and takes off to find eddie a drink.

eddie gets clapped on the shoulder and high-fived by a couple of steve’s friends as they pass and he yells across the room to eric to save him a seat.

he turns back to the door and still sees bewildered looks, slightly afraid.

he gets it, he does.

in a larger sense at least.

if he were these boys and had just tried to deny entry to the president’s boyfriend he might be a little afraid too.

he swings an arm around each of their shoulders and pulls them close.

“relax, gentlemen. your secret is safe with me.”

they stutter and go to argue but steve is back with two red plastic cups and a bright smile.

“c’mon ed, luke wants to hear about your show since he missed it last week.”

eddie pats both boys on their backs before he takes the drink from steve’s hand and tucks the other in steve’s back pocket.

“later guys. catch up next time, yeah?”

their stunned nods and quiet agreements follow as eddie and steve walk away.

they’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.

#steddie #steddie fic #gin writes #steve harrington #eddie munson #frat boy steve is so real #and i have SO many opinions on him if you wanna get serious

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firestorm09890 · 2 months ago

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it’s still very much a crack theory but if people are earnestly believing Demyx is the Master of Masters, why shouldn’t I lean into this one? anyway don’t take this very seriously

okay so

those lines from Ienzo’s character file where he says his childhood was extremely hazy, but his memories of Radiant Garden are perfectly vivid- ignoring how concerning it is that he considered his childhood over by the time he was in Radiant Garden, what you could take away from it is that he was from somewhere else before Radiant Garden that he barely remembers. I don’t think it’s just childhood amnesia (real term referring to how adults have a hard time recalling early memories) especially since Ienzo remembers his time in Radiant Garden perfectly clearly, it’s like a hard cutoff. Either way the implication he’s from somewhere else remains

And I'm willing to believe they'd put relevant lore hints in the character files because they DID do that for Demyx

Oh yeah, what is it that person used to say all the time? Something about a guiding key? Come to think of it, wasn't something guiding me?

anyway we know that traveling to a different world and a different time and losing your memories is a thing that can happen, thanks to khux. I don’t think Ienzo used an ark though, that’s been done already

Radiant Garden has some kind of connection to Daybreak Town, thanks to it also having arks, and a connection to Scala Ad Caelum, bc of the researcher attire staying the same, but we don’t know how. I’ve seen people theorize that RG is like a sister world to Scala, or the next step in the history of the same place, so RG is built on Scala which is built on Daybreak Town.

so here’s my shot in the dark that I’m choosing to believe until we actually get lore on how Radiant Garden is connected to those places: Missing Link era Scala had its apocalypse and somehow split into Dark Road era Scala and Radiant Garden (hey wait they’re both surrounded by water… curious), with the history of Missing Link being erased in both worlds. Ienzo was from ML Scala and�� idk hid somewhere he shouldn’t have or something and he woke up way in the future in Radiant Garden and he didn’t get the Subject X treatment because 1) they found him before Xehanort was there and 2) he didn’t even tell them he couldn’t remember things. they just accepted that he wouldn’t want to talk about his past, he’s just a little kid who lost his parents

I’m calling it the Victorian Orphan Theory. and yes that is why I picked ML Scala, because Victorian Orphan Ienzo being REAL would be awesome

#kingdom hearts #ienzo #khml #me post

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shamrockqueen · 5 months ago

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The summer of 85

Pairing : Robert Pronge x Reader (80s style)

Warnings : R18, Naughty behavior, caught him by surprise, smut, he hates to see you leave but loves watching you go

Word count : 3167

Chris Evans Masterlist

Robert didn’t particularly like this neighborhood, and he certainly didn’t care for the pressed-shirt types that populated it. But, the house wasn’t expensive, and it suited all of his needs. The way he saw it, as long as he kept his distance from all the white picket fence type of people, he’d do just fine.

He was working on a shitbox car in the attached garage—another cheap purchase, but it did just enough to carry him this far. The summer sun was cooking him in the un-air conditioned space, even with the garage door pulled up to allow the occasional breeze to come in.

Robert cursed upon catching his finger on a poorly placed hole near what he was sure was the carburetor. He jerked back, tossing an oily rag back against the ground in a huff before nursing his sore finger.

He tried to take a breather, wiping his clean hand over his neck. Better to clear away the sweat that had built up on his skin before stepping away from the mess. He went into the driveway to catch that bit of breeze that rolled past the house, and it didn’t come alone.

You were riding past the house on your bike, hair blown back in the wind and the sun kissing your exposed skin. It was the first thing that caught his eye, with the last being your cutoff denim shorts tightly hugging your ass.

You had ole Robert turning his head just as you passed his trash bins. It wasn’t until you rolled your pedals back to brake, coming to a solid stop as your shoe hit the pavement. He quickly averted his eyes the second they connected with yours, leaving him to miss the small and mischievous smile that pulled along your lips.

You caught the moment he dared to look back at you, giving him a friendly wave. He stared back for a second, confused by any actual neighborly behavior, let alone from someone like you.

He waved back before you turned away, watching as you kicked back off the road and cycled away. You left him with just the short memory of your shapely figure working over a blue cruiser bicycle.

He tried to clear his mind by putting his focus back on the car, but he never made much progress. He was quickly admitting defeat after an hour of fucking around with it.

Tossing his tools back in their box, he reached for the pull cord to yank the door to the garage closed when he heard a familiar spin of bicycle spokes. He spared a glance out at the road and was surprised by a familiar face.

You were off your bike this time, choosing instead to roll it along the road.

He offered another wave, much like you had upon your first passing, only this time you spoke back to him in return.

“Hello”

Your voice sounded sweet, even airy, and it easily caught Robert off guard. “Uh, hey there.”

“What's your name?” You chirped back.

“Me?” He mouthed back, barely audible. You recognized the gesture all the same.

“Is there someone else in there with you? You laughed.

He scoffs before answering the previous question. “My name’s Robert.”

“Do you have a bike pump, Robert?” You asked.

“What?” It was all he'd given back as a response, somewhat dumbfounded as to why the hell you were even talking to him in the first place.

“Do you..” you began to repeat, only to be cut off midway.

“I heard you; I just…why?” He finally spit out the question. Why?

Why were you smiling at him, battering your lashes in his direction? Why were you even giving him a second glance, let alone asking him for anything?

“My tire went flat.” You say as you roll your bike closer, crossing onto his concrete driveway and overstepping an invisible boundary.

Robert didn’t answer again, standing mostly agast with the garage cord still in between his fingers. He doesn’t know how to talk to gentle young things like you, and he gaped at the absurdity of the conversation like a fish out of water.

“You don’t want to help me, Robert?” You said with a soft pout as you dug the toe of your shoe side to side on the concrete.

He counters back quickly, although his words end up being fumbled. “No…I.” He had to think for a second, “I can help; just give me a second,” and with that, he pushed the garage door back up and turned back to look for the needed bike pump.

You follow him inside, rolling your bike alongside you as he disappears behind the car. It annoyed him a little bit that you didn’t just stay put; in fact, you seemed to linger just a little too closely for his own comfort.

You’re just a peach, and he’s anything but sweet.

Your skin was a little sweaty from your afternoon ride, giving you an unearthly glow. He, on the other hand, felt grungy from the perspiration that stuck to his clothes and hair after working with the car.

He’s digging for anything that resembles a bike pump. He had agreed without thinking about whether he actually had one. Yet, low and behold, just the right item was found buried within some unpacked boxes.

“So you’re new around here?” You asked, a sweet lilt to your voice as you ignored any of the negativity in his body language.

“Uh, yeah. Moved in a month or two ago.” He answered back as he tried to focus on the task at hand.

You bounded back over, nearly splayed across his shoulder, as you watched him examine the tire for any holes. He did find another reason for it to have gone flat.

“Shit, it looks like the cap for the air valve is missing. It’ll just run out of air aga…”

“Oh, here you go.” You quickly and conveniently pulled the little black cap from your shorts pocket, holding it out for him to take.

Robert is well confused as to why it’s in your pocket instead of on your bike, but as his brows knit together, he found he didn’t care to ask. He only wanted to get this shit done. It was hard enough to work while trying to keep an eye on the beautiful creature that had just invaded his space.

“So, what made you decide on this neighborhood?” You asked, rocking back and forth on your heels as you stood back up from your hunched position.

You toed around his garage as he pumped the bike tire out of his line of vision but not his mind.

“Uh, I don’t know. The house was cheap, I guess.” He answered back.

You ran your finger along the dusty lines in a small fridge at the corner of the garage as you continued to speak. “Meet any other neighbors?”

“Uh, no. Hey, I’m trying to do this, so if you could..yeah.” He couldn’t string together the precise words, but his meaning came through. He wanted you to cut out whatever the hell you were doing where he couldn’t see.

Not that you would actually listen, but you did give him a sassy “Sor-ry.”

“Thank you for helping me. I promise I’ll be very appreciative.” You said as you cracked the door open on the little fridge, feeling the cool air on your shins, before leaning down to look at its contents. The sound only just made him stop tinkering with the bike and toss you a glance over his shoulder. It wasn’t until he heard the ‘pst’ of someone cracking open a can of his beer that it spurred him back onto his feet.

“Hey, get the fuck out of there!” He yells behind his shoulder before fully standing. He watched, fuming a little, as you brought the open can to your lips for a taste.

He rushed across the small garage to rip the cab from your fingers, shouting out, “What the fuck do you think you're doing?!” before knocking the cab down instead.

It spilled out over the both of you, coating your clothes and his hands.

“Jesus, god damn it!” As he shakes the beer from his fingers as he sets the now empty can aside, trying not to just throw it at you.

You only gave a little “oh no” as you pulled at your now wet clothes.

He was already tearing at his soggy t-shit to pull it free from his body, not wanting anymore sticky skin. You followed suit, pulling your top over your head and letting your soft and unencumbered breasts fall free from the fabric. A cool breeze blew through from the opening of the garage, making your bare buds perk up against the chill.

Robert was at a loss for even a single thought at the sight of you. That breeze is the first thing to snap him back into reality. He’s at a loss as to what to do first: cover you up or shut the garage so no other neighbors could see the display you’d made.

He moves quickly now, jumping after the cord for the garage door and yanking it down until it hits the cement with a hard clunk.

He turned back as you began to unbutton your shorts to free yourself from the wet denim. He has to rush over and grab the hem of your shorts just to keep you from slipping them down your body and completely exposing yourself to him.

He shouts out at you with “What the fuck are you doing?”

“My clothes got dirty.” You say this as if it were a matter of fact, like this was something completely normal to do in the presence of a strange man.

“What?!” Robert was entirely confused, half certain that none of this could be reality. Surely he had passed out from the heat, and this was some gorgeous fever dream.

“You spilled beer on my clothes; I have to take them off.” You spoke softly, more demure as you slid your hands over his as he gripped your undone jeans. You were gentle, especially compared to the stiffening of his muscles as you ran your nails lightly up and down his arms.

When Robert wasn’t immediately responsive, you taped at the nose piece of his glasses, pushing them up his face as you taunted him. "Geez, you’re thick.”

You had gotten close, nearly tickling the tip of his nose with yours.

“You know, I was hoping to say that when I actually got your pants off.”

You were devious. You had never seen ‘Robert’ in the neighborhood before and you sure as hell hadn’t seen any moving trucks to signal a new neighbor's presents in your cozy little burb. He looked wild, messy long hair, wide shoulders and a thick air of aggravation around him. The muscles in his neck had tightened as he had fought against the inner workings of his car.

You had thought you had a shot, but he had seemed so unreceptive. You definitely didn’t account for the spilling of the beer you had taken, but you worked it in your favor.

He simply puffed out a sharp breath, looking down at your exposed skin and realizing the absurdity of fighting against you. It was the first time he actually stopped to ask himself why he was trying to stop you.

He let you take his hands in yours, helping him push the wet denim down your body until they finally fell to the dusty floor before you kicked them away.

His voice was much more subdued, almost weak, as you cornered him against the side of his car. “What the hell are you doing?” He spoke more in awe this time. He was never this lucky, so you’d have to excuse his consistent skepticism.

You smiled once his hands had left the hem of your shorts and spread along your bare skin. You nuzzled over his cheek, leaning in to ghost your lips along the scruff of his mustache and beard. Whispering lowly, “I think you know exactly what I’m doing,” before finally stealing a heated little kiss.

It was quick, even searing. Even within this sweltering garage, he made your skin flush even hotter. At first, he hadn’t been as receptive as you’d hoped he would be, but as he pressed into the kiss you knew he’d finally come around.

Robert completely switched, becoming more aggressive with the way he handled you as he dragged his teeth over your lower lip before sucking it between them. You smiled with a happy whine as his mouth tore away to pepper sloppy, desperate kisses over your jaw and along your neck and shoulder.

Your fingers spread over his wide shoudlers, pulling him closer until his chest was squished against your plush breasts. His hands gripped either side of your waist, holding on tight as if you could fly away at any moment.

His fingers didn't wander over the parts of your body where you needed them the most. Out of a little frustration, you basically had to grab his digits too harshly so as to guide him to drag them over your hip. His hand didn't want to leave your soft flesh, and you laughed as you forced it over your belly and down the front of your panties.

“C’mon, I need you to touch me, Robert.” You sounded impatient, but you were met with an equally needy growl of agreement as it rumbled from his chest.

His fingers kicked into action as soon as a tip touched one of your hidden folds. You hummed with joy, giggling against his lips as you stole another kiss.

His fingers wove through your lower lips to play at your entrance. You’re raking your fingers through his long hair as he’s dragging his thick digits through the soft petals of your soppy cunt.

His left hand traveled further down your body, sliding through the waistband of those lace panties. His right fingers pumped through your wet sex as he fought to gain purchase around the thin material of your underwear. His mind was too preoccupied with bumping his knuckles along your inner walls as he broke his lips away again to bite at your neck. The bruises he’d leave would bloom angry and purple by tomorrow.

An animalistic part of his brain became fed up with this last scrap of fabric as it stuck to your body, and his nails tore through it in protest before he ripped it with a sickening crack of snapping seams. It stayed stuck around the side of your other leg but fell to ribbons alongside the other.

His hands reached further, gripping your by the back of your soft squeezable thighs and hoisted you up so that your sneakers dangled a good 6 inches off the floor.

Your ass crashes against a shabby tool bench that helped to sandwich the two of you next to the car. It came with the house, and he was planning to just chuck it out, but somehow it became incredibly useful.

With you more or less safely perched at cock height, he began tearing apart his belt buckle so he could shimmy his jeans down to his thighs.

“Is this even fucking real?” He growls under his breath, moreso to himself, but you laugh anyway.

His hands were hungry, dragging and clawing over your body. It was as if he needed to memorize its shape, as if by some stroke of terrible luck you could disappear within an instant.

His boxer band is on display before he grabs a handful of cloth and denim to pull it down to his thighs. His cock is more alive than it had been in months, and with the option of real pussy on the line, it was throbbing, bobbing against his stomach as he pulled it free.

“Oh shit. Are you sure?” He still doubted, frustrating you just a little bit more.

You nod back, whimpering, “Yes, yes!”

“You’re not gonna turn back into a pumpkin the second I stick it in, will ya?” He chuckled, finally letting himself relax.

“Oh what, you think you’re fuckin funny all of a sudden?” You say as you wrapped your legs around his back to pull him flush against your lower body.

This time he’s taking the hint and aligning the tip with the soft pink opening of your flower. He nearly wanted to commit the image of it to memory, but for now he couldn’t leave either of you waiting a single second, and he pushed through your tight little opening.

Oh, what a beautiful young lady you were! You were practically flexing around his cock as he pushed further in.

“Fuck Me.” He gritted out as he ground his teeth together.

He fucks you just like that, bent over your splayed body, carefully pumping through your tight channel. He was eager now, paying no mind to your tight expression as he stretched your walls apart.

His hips started to piston back and forth, making the old wooden legs of that work bench creak in protest of the misuse. You were hanging off the edge, one shoed foot propped up by the heel on the side of the bench, and the other grazing against the cement floor in the hopes of balancing itself.

You whine at the tickling and the flutter of his cock dragging along your inner walls, stirring your pussy and making you cry. You sang his name—a tune he’d never thought he’d hear sung from such sweet lips.

The garage is humid, with thick and sticky hot air clouding over you both as he plunged in and out of your wet heat. Each slam of his hips sent a ricochet of something hot, like a satisfying burn shooting up your belly and smoldering against the back of your eyelids.

Each shot of that white-hot bliss built into a waiting inferno until it all burst apart. You nearly couldn’t breathe as you unraveled around him, and he ground his teeth together as his own end neared.

For as fuck drunk as you had made him, he still had some sense to pull himself free from your gushing flower before his cock began to seize. Instead, he spilled out all over your soft belly.

His cock continued to twitch, dribbling out a last few beads of white nectar before beginning to soften.

Robert was fighting to catch his breath while being suffocated by the cloud of heat the two of you had made in that small garage.

“Fuck.” He groaned as he pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face, pushing up his glasses in the process.

You had to push yourself to sit up before carefully hopping down. The cum was still thick and wet, threatening to drip down your stomach and between your legs from the change of position.

“You’ve made me all dirty.” You whined.

“Uh, sorry.” His eyes were lidded, barely registering your words other than those that required an apology from himself.

“Well, I’m gonna need a shower.” You spoke, but he wasn’t really listening anymore. He’s still so dumbfounded as you saunter right for the entrance to his house from the measly little garage.

It took him a minute to regain his bearings; only after taking a breath did he realize that the strange temptress that had bested him was now wandering through his house.

“Wait, a fuckin minute!” He shouted as he ran after you.

@alternativegirl23 (I’m a big fan)

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enderwoah · 2 years ago

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fresh new watcher/listener headcanon: they do better when the opposite sense is completely taken out of the picture

like u give a watcher noise-cancelling headphones and suddenly they gain a +14 to perception, they see Every Detail and can see up to like a billion miles away from where they're standing, everything that makes up everything down to the molecule if they squint, in a fight they're so good at tracking how their opponent swings and makes the smallest, most minute of eye movements that it basically looks like they're predicting their opponent's movements just from analysing what they're already doing down to an insane degree. all you gotta do to make a listener unable to hear you is, well, not talk. that aint gonna work here. you're communicating through body language and overly-expressive looks? the watchers read it like its (very literally) its own language. reading lips is a breeze. passing notes in the back of the class ain't gonna work here.

on the other hand, give a listener a blindfold and they become acutely aware of the Exact BPM of Everyone Within A Billion Mile Radius. watchers, when they are not using their ability to literally see everything everywhere all at once, can be hidden from. you plant yourself behind a big enough tree and you're damn near invisible. hiding from a listener in this state is impossible. both literally and figuratively- give a listener a blindfold and make 'em interrogate someone, they're able to hear every vocal inflection, every hesitation, every cutoff, and will probably instantly know whether youre lying or not. their fighting style becomes completely reactive- with a fast enough reaction time (and lets be real theyre mildly immortal pseudo-gods, their reaction time is fast enough) they can hear the sound of an arrow cutting through the air and dodge it without even looking. they can catch blades on their own weapons and are the master of side-stepping out of the way when someone tries to stab them from behind like the cool kids they are

i feel like if you pitted them in a fight against each other, they'd be insufferable to one another but absolutely enthralling to watch from the outside. i'd like to think that watchers are very formal, since they have that whole lawful evil type nonsense going on, so the way they fight is very by-the-books, won't break rules, fights like they're being scored type beat. on the other hand, listeners are, again, purely reactive. they are impulse-driven chaos mongerers, and thus they fight dirty. below the belt? low-hanging fruit? sounds good to them. they'd go for an easy shot in the Nether region, if you know what i mean (jimmy and grian are exceptions; they purposely act the opposite of what they're meant to because they're sort of just Like That tbh)

but yeah, they'd be SO annoying to one another. the watcher keeps having to parry the listener's bs blows (which annoys the listener to no end because the POINT of those shots is that you DON'T SEE THEM COMING!!), keeps trying to land hits but is evaded at the exact last second, probably on purpose just to make the watcher mad. like, the listener hears the sword coming at them from a mile away but doesn't dodge until the last possible moment just so the watcher can see how small a distance they missed by. but then the listener tries to make shots of their own and they're blocked halfway through the swing. the listener barely even comes close to hitting them because the watcher is predicting the damn future or something stupid like that, making it impossible for them to do anything unless they move like an absolute maniac so the watcher can't predict them. similarly, the only way the watcher can land anything is by exclusively using fake-outs, which just feels wrong.

honestly, i'm imagining a spar between martyn and pearl like this. they're so silly i think they would lightheartedly get on each other's nerves in this way until the fight is abruptly ended by pearl kicking martyn in the nether because yes, she fights by the rules, and it was a spar with no rules so. hey. fair game.

#this is absolutely a crackfic im going to write by the way #that last paragraph? yeah #it's just funny #limited life #evo smp #watchers #listeners #listener martyn #watcher pearl #watcher grian #listener jimmy #martyn inthelittlewood #inthelittlewood #pearlescentmoon #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #grian #trafficblr

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ilovebuckers5 · 10 months ago

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✧.*Not Friends pt 3*.✧

Paige Bueckers x Reader

summary - you and paige are feeling the exact opposite this time.

word count - 2.2k (again omg)

themes:

fluff

angst

warnings:

mild cussing

A/N- sorry this took so long to get out. i think what really helped me finish it was paige and aubrey staying!!!!! (idk why tf i keep on making these parts 2.2k words long its a bit annoying)

I've got to admit that the feeling of Paige's lips on mine was a feeling i really missed. the whole incident that happened was really getting to me and throughout the hours that i wasn't with Paige were hard to insufferable but still what the fuck was she doing in my bed. After getting my enjoyment out of the kiss i quickly snapped back into reality. "Paige what the fuck?" i shoved her hands off of my waist and stood up. an annoyed groan came out of her mouth as if i took a toy from a child. "Paige answer me right now! what the fuck are you doing in my bed?" i yelled at her again until an amused look grew in her eyes. she kept thinking that i was a joke or something. "Nika said you were in a bad mood and said that i should…come over." yeah right. i rolled my eyes and stomped to my bathroom then slammed the door behind me.

Paige flipped herself to face the wall that your bed was pushed against while she waited for you to get over what she thought was just a hissy fit. Paige pulled out her phone and began scrolling on tiktok to pass time by. "i'm not going back out there until you leave paige." you yelled out from the bathroom, where you were sitting down against the wall. "you do realize that i came over to comfort you not to piss you off more?" she yelled back. your hands were gripping onto your own hair, literally almost ripping your own hair out. this time you chose to ignore paige's response and stood up to take a shower. "i am taking a shower! when i get out you need to be gone!" you started running a hot shower and began taking your clothes off. before stepping in, you put out a bath mat and played some music. while you were showering, paige decided to stand up and grab her stuff. just as she was about to leave, she walked up to the bathroom door that was locked shut. "y/n? i'm sorry but-" paige began before being cutoff. "i don't want an apology paige just.leave." you yell out loud enough for paige to hear. "i love you." paige said at a volume quiet enough for it to sound like a whisper to you. then paige left. that was it at this point.

a wave of regret flooded my mind and body. i couldn't help but let out a couple tears that mixed with the water in the shower. the hot liquid ran down my bare back at what felt like the slowest pace to exist. i held back the rest of the tears and continued on with my shower. that shower was filled with nothing but tears that i tried silencing. i began to think about all that had happened in the past four days and how much i fucked up. after 2 more hours of sinking in my thoughts, i stopped the water and stepped out onto my bath mat then dried off my body. there was already a dark blue crew neck and some nike shorts laying out on my counter. i changed into those clothes and ignored all my homework and responsibilities by laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. it was already 9 so everyone was probably getting ready for bed or already in bed. so here i was again sitting in my loneliness just waiting for something else heart shattering to happen. i held onto my blanket tightly and tried falling asleep for hours before i gave up and pulled out my computer. if i was going to rot in bed i might as well get some work done. as i did most of my homework, i kept on thinking about paige. why would she say she loves me. that girl hasn't been in a serious relationship in, what sounds like, forever. and me of all people? i'm quite literally just like any other bi girl in the world. what should make me believe her when she says she loves me? nothing. all this overthinking eventually got me to sleep everything off and by the time i woke up i was fine.

the first thing i did when my eyes finally adjusted to the light that was shining through the window was grab my phone. when the screen lit up the only thing i saw was a reminder that today was the first day of volleyball practice. the coach said that practice starts at 9am but we need to be there at 8am to go over all the other information for transfers and to get a good look at the practice room. it was currently 7:15 am so i guess it was a good time to get up. the entire thought of volleyball did a good job at distracting me from paige and all the other stresses in my life. i looked to the left and saw my empty duffel bag sitting on my ottoman. it was practically staring at me, calling my name. after i stood up and actually woke up, i went straight to the bathroom. i brushed my teeth and washed my face before the thing i was dreading most finally began. doing my hair. my goal was to have two braids going across the sides of my head and then for those two braids to lead into a twisted pony tail. the only problem was that the last time i did my own intricate hairstyle by myself was in high school.

"caroline? are you there?" i attempted to do my hair by myself but failed miserable to instead of putting myself through torture, i called caroline. i was peeking out of the bathroom doorway to see if she was at the door yet. as i was about to go and call her again, there was a knock at the door. "caroline? is that you?" i stepped up to the door and unlocked it. as soon as i saw caroline waiting at the door i pulled her into a tight hug. she laughed a little at my excitement then pulled me off of her. "ok your practice starts at 8 right?" she asked as we both walked back to my bathroom.

with carolines help my hair only took 15 minutes to finish, giving me just enough time to pack my bag and get out do the door. "thank you so much caro!" i yell out as i walked out of my dorm. i shut the door behind me and began walking to the gym. when i got there, there were already a couple girls along with the coach waiting at the gym. some girls were sitting down on benches and others were in the locker room getting changed. before talking to anyone i headed back to the locker room and got changed into a pair of shorts and a shirt that had my number on it, 17. i was already in the appropriate shoes so after changing i took a sip of water then left to go meet everyone. the first girl that caught my eye was a taller redhead. she was sitting on a bench tying her shoes. i walked up to her and tried to make small talk. i tapped the girls shoulder before speaking "hey i'm y/n! whats your name?" the red haired girl looked up at me with a bright smile on her face. "oh hi, i'm abby. your the new transfer right?" i nod softly. "mhm!" abby holds out her hand for me to shake. "well nice to meet you. i'll see you on the court"

During practice all i could think of was abby. usually i wouldn't start liking someone this quickly (other than paige) but abbys red hair wouldn't leave my head. Neither would her ice like eyes. For almost the entirety of the drills, every time i glanced at abby her eyes would lock with mine. after we finished our drills i went over to the benches to grab some water. i stared ahead and watched as abby approached me. i had to tilt my head up a little just to look at her before she sat down beside me. a small chill ran down my back as her arm grazed mine. one thing that i noticed was that our water bottles were the same color, a pale blue with matching silver logos. "hey you did really good for your first practice!" abby nudged my shoulder to get my attention. "oh thank you! you did too" i say back at her with a kind smile on my face. "have you played volleyball for a while?" abby said before taking a small sip of water. "yeah i've been playing basically since middle school. its kind of the only sport i could get into playing." abby nodded along while adjusting her hair. her hair was in a tight slick pack pony tail. no bumps and no fly aways. yet her jawline was still so defined and sharp. it felt like her jawline was cutting me as i stared at it. "you got a good view there?" the redhead said between the hair tie she held in her mouth while her hands worked at her ponytail. my eyes quickly flashed back up to hers and had a look of fear in them now. "i-i'm sorry- i just.." my words were stumbling over themselves. the mixture of abby's eyes staring into mine while she just caught me staring at her jawline sent me into an absolute panic. "its ok dont worry about it" abby nudged my shoulder again as she stood up and went to the locker room to change. after abby left i couldn't do anything but think about the awkwardness in that situation. i fucking blew it.

once i got changed into my previous clothes, i walked back up to abby. she was currently talking to an even taller blonde haired girl. "no yeah i'm so glad to see yo-" the blonde said before i practically intruded the two girls. " hey abby i'm so sorry about earlier i didn't mean to sta-" before i finish apologizing, the blonde stepped forward. "you know its rude to interrupt peoples conversations." i felt my heart drop to my stomach. this blonde girl was so much taller than me, it was painfully intimidating. she looked down at me with a deathly look in her eyes. the three of us sat there for what felt like forever until the blonde finally spoke up. "im just kidding! your totally good! my names jessica by the way, but just call me jess" a wave of relief flooded my body when abby and jess erupted into laughter. "abby was just telling me about what just happened" she slowed down her words near the end of her sentence. "but really girl your fine it was a simple accident. infact just to ensure you that we are on perfect terms…." abby paused to pull out her phone. "put in your number and text me when you can ok?" still in a form of shock, i reach out and type my number into her phone. i had just met this girl 2 hours ago and i already got my number in her phone? insane to me.

instead of going straight to my dorm, i decided to drive over to the girls basketball team house. this whole abby situation was the one thing i couldn't keep inside for the next couple days. as soon as i pulled into the driveway, i slammed my car door and rushed through the front door of the house. i didn't even know which girls were in the main living room and which weren't. instead i sped over to nika's room and saw her sitting at her desk, working on whatever essay she had to do. "nika nika nika guess what!" she quickly spun around to face me. "what what what?" all i could do was jump and squeal around nika's room. without saying anything, i leaped onto the brunettes bed and shoved my face into her pillow while screaming incoherently. nika stood up and grabbed my shoulders and almost yelling in my face. "what is it!?" i took a moment to catch my breath, then explained to nika what happened. " so obviously today was the first volleyball practice and god i sound like a 12 year old but i met this girl her names abby and shes so cute and shes so pretty and i don't even know if she likes girls but oh my god i got her number and we had this like moment where she caught me staring at her jawline and she was all like 'no yeah girl its cool don't worry about' but like I GOT HER NUMBER." the words just poured out of my mouth like water from a waterfall. the more i began to rant the more i noticed nika's eyelids slowly closing. although i wanted to rant more and more about my new girlfriend who is not really my girlfriend but definitely is my girlfriend, i saved nika the boredom and stopped myself.

#basketball #paige bueckers #uconhuskies #wbb #uconn wbb #wcbb #paigebueckersxreader #paigexreader #nika muhl #not friends

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fandom · 9 months ago

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In case you were wondering, Doctor Who barely missed the cutoff.

Free Palestine

Hazbin Hotel

Artists on Tumblr

Dungeon Meshi

Dune: Part Two

Alastor | Hazbin Hotel

Yemen

Akira Toriyama

Baldur's Gate 3

Good Omens

Cats of Tumblr

Jujutsu Kaisen

The 96th Academy Awards

Hermitcraft

Formula 1

Lucifer Morningstar | Hazbin Hotel

Batman | the DC universe

Radioapple | Lucifer Morningstar & Alastor, Hazbin Hotel

Marcille Donato | Dungeon Meshi

Avatar: The Last Airbender

#week in review #03/11/2024

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bleucaesura · 7 months ago

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AN ENDING - 3/4

“No nononononono…” Blitz muttered over and over between sobs and jagged tear filled breaths.

He had no idea how long he lay there sobbing and barely breathing, but it felt like a lifetime. An abandoned and empty lifetime.

How had the day ended up like this? Why was he there crying on the ground, instead of curled, content, in Stolas’s arms?

It had been months. MONTHS! And Stolas had finally wanted to see him… And for what? To tear his fucking heart out? To throw him away?

Blitz shivered. He curled tighter into himself, trying to warm the chill that cut through him to his bones.

Between sobs, he began muttering to himself.

“I can’t do this… I don’t know how to do this… I don’t know how to be without you, Stolas… What was life even LIKE before you were in my life?… I can’t even remember…”

Something about verbalizing his thoughts, eased the weight in his chest.

“I don’t want to remember what life was like without you in it… I need you in my life… You mean more to me than you can possibly imagine…”

As he talked, his body slowly relaxed until he lay limp; all his energy gone.

“And that’s my fucking fault… I should have told you… I never meant to hurt you… I knew I probably would, but I honestly never meant to… I just destroy everything I touch - no matter how much I… I care about it…”

Blitz knew Stolas wasn’t there - wouldn’t ever be there again - but it didn’t matter. It felt good to finally say these things out loud.

“You said you wanted someone to care about you… Well I do… I really fucking DO…”

Blitz squeezed his eyes shut; his heart clenched.

“I should have told you that… Should have fucking told you I love you when I had the chance…”

Blitz buried his face in his hands and cried.

***

Stolas opened his eyes and found himself alone, kneeling, in his mansion’s upstairs hallway. He looked around expecting to find a disaster; the last times his demon had taken over without prompting had ended in massive property damage. But everything was as it should be. Nothing out of place.

Well… That’s one thing that’s gone my way today…

Stolas felt a thrum of power pulse through him like a heartbeat. He clutched at his chest.

He’d never felt his demon so close to the surface before - without being afraid. It put him off balance. This feeling… It was a strange feeling for Stolas. Feeling… Almost WHOLE… It was definitely going to take some getting used to.

I should tell, Bli-

The thought cutoff immediately as his heart crushed in his chest.

Stolas hugged himself tightly, tears stung his eyes. He choked back a sob.

In the past he would have excitedly told Blitz about what happened. He wouldn’t have hesitated to call him or text him to share the news. And Blitz would have listened. Maybe even have been excited for him. But now…

Blitz is gone… I gave him the choice… And… He didn’t want me…

Stolas let himself cry. He was heartbroken - true - but he had been prepared for Blitz to walk away. Just hadn’t been ready for the outburst Blitz gave him… That had ripped him open, letting his demon free.

He sighed between sobs.

Get off the floor… Get yourself together… You knew this might happen… So stop crying in the hallway and go cry in bed like a NORMAL person…

Stolas stood, tired of kneeling on the floor, and headed to his bedroom. He was done with this day. Done feeling his feelings. Done hurting and missing Blitz…

Blitz…

His heart clenched.

I hope Blitz is ok… I hope the portal worked, and he’s safe… DANG IT!

Stolas grabbed his head feathers in his fists, squeezed his eyes shut, and stifled a scream.

STOP IT!… STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!…

Stolas shook his head vigorously, trying to shake the thoughts of Blitz away.

Stop… He doesn’t want you… He doesn’t love you back…

He choked back a sob, feeling his body go numb.

He doesn’t love you…

Stolas released the grip on his feathers and slumped where he stood. He’d made it to his bedroom doors, all he had to do was reach out, turn the doorknob and walk in. It all seemed an impossible task, but somehow he did it. He felt himself open the door and enter his room, all as though someone else controlled his body and he was just a passenger.

He didn’t feel himself in control of his body again until he had removed his cape and was seated on the edge of his bed.

All the memories, good and bad, washed over him. He felt like he was drowning in them all at once.

I cant… I cant stay here…

He stood and rushed to the balcony doors.

Air… I need air…

Stolas grabbed the handles and pulled.

Locked..? Why the FUCK are these locked?!

In the moment he paused to flip the lock, Stolas heard something.

What…?

His heart clenched, his throat closed, and tears rushed down his face.

With a shaking hand, he flipped the lock and opened the doors.

****

#helluva boss #stolitz #blitzø #stolas #fanfic #blitz x stolas #stolitz angst #stolitz fanfiction #stolitz fanfic #helluva boss stolitz #blitzø x stolas #blitzo x stolas

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cum-a-calla · 5 months ago

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jesus christ metalhead rory got me feelin' all kinds of ways you just KNOW he reeks of pot and eats pussy like its his job

he sure fucking does, anon. he loves anything that makes you give him that fuck-dumb, brainless, open-mouthed look on your face. he loves it when you come into the metal bar/venue he works at, likes watching you laugh with your friends and likes to make fun of you for ordering your little drinks, he likes the way you visibly fluster when you try to sneak peeks at him across the room just to realize he’s already looking at you, a little smirk on his mouth while he works the tap and wipes the bar down, while he walks plates of bar grub to other patrons between taking orders. he likes watching you walk away when you leave, and isn’t it funny how he’s always on a cigarette break the moment you and your friends start gathering your things to leave? isn’t that funny

((song recs for thrust focus:

“total fucking bliss” - world peace

“patricide - world peace

“pound for pound” - wound man

“man slaughter” - wound man

“he-man” - wound man

“inhuman joy” - regional justice center

“bastard land” - scalp))

he eventually likes guessing what you’re going to order, making drinks a little too strong just to see you sputter and make that cute little face when you take a sip. he likes to make fun of you - aw, come on, girly. too much? c’mon, you can take it, i know you can. do it for me, lemme see you take it. and he doesn’t talk a lot, does he? but when he has extended exchanges with you, it’s always just to the line of innuendo, his words filtered through the look on his face. you know the one - heavy, lidded bedroom eyes, teeth showing through his smirk. just a touch too much eye contact. a little too intimate… but it’s not unwelcome, is it, anon. reading about the electricity between people is fluffy and cliche, but wouldn’t you guess - every time your fingers collide when you hand him your ID, your card to pay, a tip, whatever - any time your fingers touch, it makes your cunt throb. that’s all it takes. and he can see the way you focus on it, the way you are physically unable to look away from his hands - slim, thick-knuckled fingers, veins climbing up into his forearms. and what do you know, those forearms are connected to those biceps, and it’s fucking over. by the time you remember to breathe and look at his face, he’s already watched you eyeballing him. and he loves it. the man doesn’t mince words, he’s so quiet and standoffish, but the little twitches and tics in his expression are undeniable. he fucking loves it. he loves watching you watching him.

but you know what he likes most?

he likes when you come later at night to a show. lots of local thrash bands, metal bands, powerviolence, grindcore. lots of gnashing guitars, lots of screaming and grunting and guttural, cathartic, barely comprehensible words. sweaty, lurching people in the crowd, so many vests and patches and studs. and he waits to meet your eye and watches you as he walks out of the venue, down the steps, knowing you’ll follow him. just a cigarette break. just a little fresh air in the dark.

and who are you to question him when he goes into the alleyway?

and who are you to say anything when he likes to push you up against the wall and crush his lips against yours, against your throat, biting, moaning, and it’s impossible to miss the way he grinds his cock against your hip, hard in his dirty black cutoffs, worn thin and old and full of holes, rips, old faded patches that are long since unable to decipher, the ink all rubbed and washed away through time. and still able to hear the music throbbing in the building, how can you resist the way he kneels down and yanks your skirt up, yanks your shorts down, whatever, just so he can push his face between your legs and eat you right there in the night air? buzzed, heady, hot and desperate. licking your cunt like he’s never had the pleasure before, like he might die in the next hour. sloppy, drooling, pushing his fingers roughly inside of you and licking, kissing, sucking until you’re yanking his hair and covering your own mouth so you can cum just a little quieter, just so you don’t attract too much attention - people occasionally pass by the mouth of the alleyway and they either actively ignore or barely notice. such is life in a big city downtown. who cares? who cares who sees this rabid man with his nose pushing into the soft mound above your pussy, his tongue busy attending every inch of the wet pink flesh inside?

who cares if he occasionally yanks your hips back and the clink of him undoing his belt seems to reverberate above the growling inside the venue? bass and guitar throbbing, the pulse-quick pounding of a band inside, slower than your heartbeat and harder, tantalizing, absolutely animalistic. his hips when he finally plunges his cock into you and pushes your face lovingly against the rough wall, grit on your face. he knows all the bands, he knows the songs. his hips know when to thrust, when to speed up and slow down, and he uses it to his advantage, he bottoms out and fucks you hard enough that you have to keep yourself from screaming. one hand in your hair, one hand digging into your hip, and then both hands, fingers digging into you, his impatient grunts and moans and panting. needing you. owning you. purposely fucking you in half so that even tomorrow you’ll be sore, you’ll remember him through the little pretty bruises his fingertips dig into the soft soft meat of your thighs, your hips, sometimes your tits. the bruises he sucks and bites into your throat and shoulders.

the way you can be away from him for a week, two weeks, longer. but every time you enter the bar, his face lights up just a little bit, his little secret smile, the way he rakes a hand through his hair. the way he leans over the bar and his unwavering gaze. the way he says, “well, hi there, girly.” and guesses your drink, as if he can’t see the leftover bruises on the side of your neck from last time.

#uhhhh ok so anyway lol #rory culkin #ask #i’m…. in need #metalhead headcanons #say that five times fast lol #headcanons #this is honestly so self indulgent that i should be arrested #i’ve gone to many a metal/grind/hardcore/powerviolence show and i also have an audio form of synesthesia so this is… yknow… hheheheh #uhhh anyway here you go thank you come again

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kinopioa · 3 months ago

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It's fascinating seeing people go "I miss the wild west era of the internet" and then learn they were born in 2003

Like fuck off. By the time you're 6 it was dead. The cutoff is around 06/7, and even that's debateable to have ended earlier

If we're being brutally honest-

1993-1998: True Wild West. Not much could happen due to limited tech, but it was completely unmonitored. I'm honestly surprised to find archives of old chats on Google

1998: The Coppa act is established, further taking effect in 2000. This made people aware that kids can access the internet. Teens barely gave a shit, though it made corporations more aware of them, and how to consider them for a market. It also unfortunately promoted age fraud to access barred login sites

1999-2005/6: User oriented era. This is when a lot of custom sites, blogs, and forums popped up, as well as many image hosting sites that are sadly defunct now. Google being a popular search engine further encouraged discovering these user made sites. Contrary to popular belief, user sites were mostly made and "moderated" by edgy kids and teens, so you WILL see the opinion of a 14yr old. Incidentally, due to domains being expensive, a lot of these teen made forums and personal sites died extremely fast, ignoring raids, doxxing, and flamewars

Video sharing while possible also was really crappy for quality...except for

User created flash games and anims enabled a massive spread of content. Newgrounds was a popular hosting spot. Shame Flash died

Outside that, we least we got bbphp as a solid forum template be popularized after many other ones died. For those less tech savvy, in 2003

We got social media. This was the main goto till smartphones and Twitter got popularized after 2006, and still was going strong until mid 2010s. Despite older netiquette of being encouraged to not post anything indentifiable about yourself, many users expressed themselves with music tastes and eventual personal blogs

2005/6: YouTube is released, as well as Dailymotion. Bootlegged Newgrounds anims popped up for uploads, but also shared tv show clips

Fun thing, before mid 2010s, users can only upload at max 15min of video

Similarly around 2005, Reddit similarly sparked up. More modern image hosting sites spurred around 2007/8

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But regardless, the public internet already changed massively after 2000. Web 2.0 was already a term from 1999 that described the change, with it being redefined for it occuring around 2004. I think one thing not noticed, the development of this tech mostly happened in the UK, due to general smaller population and faster telocommunication services compared to the US at the time. This similar impacted the type of audience that used this

I see people longing for a freer internet, and I agree online corporate control is shitty. But the dretches of humanity has severely stunted user diversity and interest, same with over prioritizing skill over general good collaboration and behavior. The modern tech bro absolutely not giving a shit for the userbase or societal problems and being very selfish can unfortunately be traced here. Same for rsmpant political misinformation being unmoderated, and early 90s fandom woes still having a negative impact on some franchises

I see dumbass self censoring like "unalive" on sites, and it's not even enforced. It's just stupid assumption that advertisors care so much

Which brings the question, why are we trying to heavily get into monetizing expression? I genuinely feel Ytube enabling users to do so is exactly why user content got obnoxious after 2013 when it got popular. Unfortunately it's way too late to undo that. Many rely on the monetizing

Though I find it funny when people ignore just...making their own site to bypass the censorship. bbphp again is open source, and there are many other online web creation tools. I can't even say the rise of tech illiteracy is why, tech illiterate people aren't the ones complaining of sites crapping out

Anyway, if you miss pre algorithm search engines results leading to you finding random shit, try this;

Unfortunately the reducing of child safe sites is another convo

#internet

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