#but i think its cute so he gets to join the club i guess

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

yknow what whatever have some beauty mark boys

[chestersturniolo]

“so you miss me when you’re tipsy, huh?”

Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

In which; you drunk dial your best friend Chris

part two here

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You were out with your friends, the music loud and the warmth of alcohol rushing through your body. It felt good to let loose after a long week, the kind of carefree night that made the world seem light and weightless. You leaned back against the booth, watching your friends dance and shout, but your mind drifted elsewhere. Your best friend Chris. He wasn’t there tonight, and you found yourself missing him.

Ypu pulled yourself up and made your way to the back of the club, once you’re stood in the quieter corridor, leading to the restrooms you sighed, pulling out your phone. It felt like a good idea—no, a great idea—to call him right now. You fumbled to unlock the screen, quickly finding his contact

The phone rang, and you held your breath until his familiar voice came through the other end

“Hey” he chirped

“Chrisssssss!” you screech, slurring slightly

“What’s up, kid? You drunk-dialing me?”

You smiled instantly. “Mayyybe-” you say, leaning back against the wall. “-what are you doing?”

“Not getting trashed, apparently” he teased. “Where you at?”

“Out with the girls. But, like, all I’m thinking about is how much more fun this would be if you were here”

He let out a laugh. “Ah, so you miss me when you’re tipsy, huh? Classic”

“Chris, I always miss you-“ you say rolling your eyes “-I mean, who else can make me laugh at dumb stuff like you do?”

“You sayin’ I’m dumb now?” he says with fake offence

“Maybe” you teased, a grin tugging at your lips. “But in a cute way”

There was a pause, and you could almost picture the smirk on his face. “You’re gonna regret all this sweet talk tomorrow, you know that, right?”

“I’ll just blame it on the tequila-“ you joked “-but seriouslyyy, why aren’t you here?!”

“You didn’t invite me, genius-” he shot back, still amused. “-plus, you sound like you’re having a blast without me”

you sigh “Yeah i am i guess, but i jus wanted to talk to you”

There was a brief silence, and you could tell he was trying to figure out if you were being serious or just tipsy-sentimental.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” he said, his voice losing some of its teasing edge. “I always got time for you ma”

You smile “Yeah…yeah you do-” you muttered, it was true, Chris always had time for you, and if he didn’t, he would make time. He has been there for you, for quite lliterally anything and everything. “-you’re the besttt”

“Mm-hm, you better remember that when you’re sober…and hey, if you need me to come drag your drunk ass out of there later,I’m just a call away”

You laughed. “I’m fine, I swear. Just wanted to say hi”

“Uh-huh. You sure this ain’t one of those calls where you tell me how much you love me?” he teased.

“You wish!” you scoff , letting out an obnoxious drunk laugh, before pausing “-wait, i do love you, but i’m not telling you that!”

Chris lets out a chuckle at your oblivious statement. muttering “love ya too, kid” under his breath.

“Chris can i stay at your house tonight? Pleaaasse” you whine

“Of course, you know you don’t have to ask” he says sincerely

And it’s true, Chris had told you multiple times before that you could sleepover whenever you like, even clearing out one of his drawers, stocking it with everything you could possibly need, deodorant,makeup wipes, feminine products, your favourite cleanser, toothbrushes, the list went on. He surprised you with it one day and you nearly fell to your knees at how cute you found it.

“Go have fun with your friends, sweetheart. Be careful n keep your phone close—i’ll be checking in okay?”

you nod as if he could see you “Okay, i’ll see you later”

“i’ll be waiting” he says in a soft tone

you smile to yourself as you hang up the phone, and with that, you walk back into the main area, joining your friends on the dance floor, your heart a little lighter, a little happier, knowing that soon enough, you’d be curled up with chris.

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PART TWO

MASTERLIST

taglist; @sturnobsessedwh0re @nayveetbhh @phone4pills @demzzz @dripgodnay

@sturniooolos @monroesturnns @mattsbitchh @slutforsturnioloss @pvssychicken @tsturniolo4

@brianna-grace12 @blahbel668 @stvrlighht @witchofthehour @ilyttmatsa @asherrisrandom @l0ver-i @starstrucktyrantinfluencer @fratbrochrisgf @emely9274 @yn-ws

[plasticfreckles]

🪶 rookanis date plans nobody thought through enjoy🪶

"Ugh." Rook wrings out her hair. The groan comes from so deep inside her Lucanis thinks she might keep it under her toenails. "I'm never getting the stench out."

"Harding did offer you a hairtie, you remember." Not that Lucanis wore one, but he hasn't washed his hair in so long the grease alone might well be a helmet.

"I've put years into getting my hair to retain this curl pattern. Silk bedsheets and beetroot treatment only."

"Beetroot make your hair purple, as well?"

She shrugs, after flipping her wet curls through the air like that siren in the children's tale. The droplets that fly around her may as well be actors of the commedia, so well they play their part.

"It does, but I don't mind. Think it looks cute. Also if I stand in the sun right, it's pink. I got magic hair without being stuffed in a circle!"

She kneels down to pet a stray cat, but the smell of death and blight on their clothes makes it hiss and retreat into the shadows.

Rook huffs.

"You know what I'm doing the next time we're in Treviso?"

How should I know? You never let me talk to her. - She isn't talking to you. - Because you never let me!

"Coffee?" He knows it's not coffee. She's one of those cursed with coffee making her tired. Coffee, she reserves for ending a night, sitting on Treviso's rooftops with Crow Feed and a candlestub (or with bread and a book on a wobbly staircase in an old god's bachelor pad, as the case may be).

But if he doesn't guess now, Spite will start putting words in his mouth. And he rarely has nice things to say. I have no words you'll like.

"Before that. Can't show up like this."

Why not? He thinks. Sure, her pants are a little too tight for her luscious thighs, but all Crows wear tight pants. Even if that were reason the turn her away, she's too short for normal people to notice. Not under her cloak, anyway.

You're not normal people, Lucanis. It occurs to normal people they won't let her sit down because she stinks, not because she's got great legs. Normal people don't stare at their boss's ass like it was Andraste at the Stake. Spite manifests so close to him he can feel his serpent's tongue in his ear canal. He rubs his ear into his pauldron.

"She's not our boss," Lucanis hisses, and were Rook not an elf Crow, she might not even have heard.

As it is, when Lucanis returns his focus to figuring out where Neve had wandered off to, she frowns at him.

"What's he say?"

"It's not important." Lucanis shakes his head. You're not important, Spite says.

"You sure?" If their condition were Spite's prison, he would shake the bars in frustration so hard the walls would come down.

"The picking irritates him. Please, don't."

She leans back against the cart behind her, arms crossed.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to rile him up." She moves over a little when he walks over to join her against that cart. It's a good vantage point on the winding street into the market.

"Why don't you tell me your plans for Treviso before Neve returns with another contact?"

Rook leans her head back into her neck and bares all her teeth when she laughs.

"Want to join?"

"For coffee, certainly."

"Bathhouse, too?"

His clearly off-guard expression makes her laugh so hard she moves to hold her belly and bangs both elbows on the cart.

Quinces and pomegranates fall off the cart and tumble down the road.

🪶

this is experimental and idk if i like it yet. i think I've flirted twice with the man and am lowkey terrified of having messed up my chance at romance with him by playing blind but oh well

WE TAKE OUR Ls ON THE INTERNET WHOOP [Also its 1:30 in the night and the youth club beneath us has been playing the same 2 notes on their bass for like 5 hours now :)]

[~rina]

[rafeandonlyrafe]

girls day

warnings: mentions of being a third wheel/getting left out (wheezie, not reader)

words: 900

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @winterrrnight @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankisbae @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450

“hey baby, ive missed you, come here.” rafe hums as you head down the stairs, your hair still a mess from last night.

“howd you sleep?” you ask, plopping down in rafes lap and letting your forehead fall onto his shoulder, letting out a yawn. it would be nice to wake up with rafe, but you love sleeping in whereas rafe is always up early.

“good, how about you?” he asks, squeezing you into him. 

“fine.” you shrug. you could honestly stay in bed for another hour if you didn't have plans for the day. it's why when your eyes start blinking closed that you stand up, not letting yourself fall back asleep in rafes arms.

“where are you going?” rafe asks, surprised that you ended the cuddle, usually being the one to stay wrapped up in his arms.

“ive got plans.” you explain, leaning down to press your lips to rafes.

“what plans?” rafe stands as you walk into the kitchen to eat some breakfast (even though its almost noon). “with who?”

“shopping.” you state, grabbing a bowl. “and with wheezie.” you pour yourself some cereal, rafe grabbing the milk for you.

“how long do you think you'll be gone?” rafe asks, coming to sit next to you when you move to the counter and take a seat on one of the stools.

“probably won't get back until after dinner. i was gonna take her to a fancy restaurant.” 

“ill come with you.” rafe says, but you shake your head. “it's a girl's day.”

“but what am i supposed to do all day without you?” rafe pouts, making you hold back a giggle at his expression.

“well, i actually already talked to topper and he's coming over to hang out. you're gonna go golfing and you can eat at the country club tonight.”

“i don't wanna hang out with top, i wanna hang out with you.” rafe whines, and you can't hold back your giggle this time.

“you're too cute.” you press your lips to his cheek. “how about a compromise?”

rafe perks up at this offer, nodding his head to see what the compromise will be. 

“i still shop with wheeze, and you still golf with topper, but when it's time for dinner you can join wheeize and i. then we can come back home and cuddle to make up for being away from each other.”

rafe sighs dramatically, “i guess i can do that.”

“okay, ill text you the details then.” you hum, giving rafe another kiss before heading upstairs to shower and get dressed for the day.

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“you have to get that dress, y/n!” wheezie says as you step out of the dressing room.

“really?” you question, moving over to the large mirror. “you don't think it's too fancy? i don't have anywhere to wear it.” you are a fan of the dress, low cut in the front with a drop back, and long sleeves that cuff at the wrist. the material is a rose gold color that sits perfectly between pink and bronze.

“it's so pretty though! make rafe take you somewhere fancy, you just have to get it.” wheezie says, causing you to laugh.

“okay, okay!” you laugh, heading back into the dressing room to change back into your clothes.

“alright, is this everything?” you ask when you step out, making sure to grab the clothes out of the dressing room that wheezie wanted to purchase as well. 

“yeah!” wheezie takes some of the dresses as you head towards check out. you purchase the dresses using your dad's credit card. rafe offered his, but you already asked your dad to borrow his for a shopping spree.

“shall we meet up with your brother for dinner?” you ask when getting back to your car, feeling hungry as you pull out your phone to text rafe.

“yeah.” wheezie says, but her voice sounds sad as she looks down at her hands in her lap.

“hey, what's wrong wheeze?” you question, reaching across to rub your hand over her shoulder.

“i just don't want to be a third wheel. i had so much fun today, and you're just both going to ignore me.”

“hey, not true.” you say, pulling wheezie into the best hug you can considering you're in the car. “i promise you won't be ignored.”

“okay.” wheezie says, still sounding sad as you turn the car on and head towards the restaurant.

you smile when you see rafe waiting in the parking lot, leaning against the side of his truck as you pull into the open spot next to him.

“hey baby!” rafe smiles, pressing your lips together in a passionate kiss the second you're out of the car, showing you how much he's missed you. 

“how was golf?” you ask, rubbing your hands over his shoulders.

“fine, whatever, i don't care about me, ive missed you.” rafe wraps his arms around your waist, keeping you pulled in close to him. you scratch over the back of his head and his neck as wheezie gets out of the car.

“baby.” you whisper in rafes ear. “we have to pay attention to wheeze at dinner, she doesn't wanna feel left out.”

“okay.” rafe straightens out, moving over to his sister and clapping his hand on her shoulder, leading her towards the restaurant as you fall into step as well. you smile when you realize wheezie is looking lovingly at her big brother.

[malehypnofantasy]

As a programmer, I don't need to go to the office unless my boss told me so. Today, I have the luxury to do my work from the comfort of my bedroom, so I cannot help but directly checks out the personal messages I received

Rodrigo sent me this gorgeous pictures of his with the faint sheen of his sweat still covered that rugged bodybuilder physique of his. He worn the skimpy poser I gave him as a present for his obedience and he seems fitting wearing it

"Just got back from the gym after finishing all my morning errands. You can join me here if you want, wife is going home late and I only have client after lunch,"

Fuck, if only I read this message earlier, I would be working from his home for the day. Well, still several messages to go. Alex. Fred. Lamar. Desmond. Jésus and.....wow, Derrick.

"Can I see you today? It's been a while and I got no class or anything anyway, just a quick dinner with Trish before the party starts at 9 in my frat house,"

From the background, he's clearly in Trish sorority bedroom. The young broncos clearly have a great night last night, and he's still thinking about me? Cute. Let's put him on reserve, because Scott clearly sent the best tease of them all

Holy. Fucking. Shit

The history teacher is clearly not playing around! Look at him dancing like a little slut! Fuck I think I'm leaking pre just from seeing his little dancey dance

"As I said, it's still summer break so I'm all yours, Master.

He's a playful guy from its origin, and the teacher for the drama club in his highschool too, so him being all teasing and erotic shouldn't be this surprising. But putting it into perspective, he's a well respected and charismatic guy in the local community. And now here he is looking so goddamn slutty with no authority whatsoever showing off his hairy muscular body for my enjoyment as if I'm a lover of his rather than a full-blown perv that hypnotized him by messing up his personal laptop where I put the subliminal background and audio that put him under my control.

I really want to get fucked by Derrick's jock cock, but I think the history teacher brought his A-game today so I guess I'll reply to him

[ghostyclay]

Since yall seem to like my other AUs/headcanons, I've decided to rant a bit about my 'main' one :3 (kept vague to avoid spoilers)

Small summary: (more indepth rant below)

it's a villan & hero hermitcraft / life series / empires au, focused on bad boys (at least during the first arc). Joel creates a bar as a cover for a fighting ring/information selling business, joined by pearl effo gem grian and jimmy. Grian refuses to participate in the criminal activities at first, but doesn't rat them out either. (inspired by his resisting the resistance thing in s9)

However, as u can probably guess, this doesn't last long and he slowly gets more n more involved, especially once random people mysteriously start getting "the red curse", which he recognizes from his past... (hehe watcher lore) Grian continues to pretend to stay uninvolved while trying to keep the Watchers at bay behind the scenes, even going as far as creating multiple alter egos / secret identities in order to hide his involvement.... (poultry man, cute guy, mother spore,...) Sadly, the Watchers think identity reveals are incredibly amusing and make it their mission to reveal Grians secrets... :)

Now, lil poll bc i wanna know yalls preference:

Im not a very experienced writer, so I can't guarantee the fics would be any good- while i def prefer comics, it would take a long ass time and I'm not sure whether its a good idea since i tend to loose interest in projects p fast wkdhakdj

Still debating what to name it, I think ill call it "Web of lies", "Wolau" for short LMFAO. Im not very good at naming things 😭 suggestions are welcome!!!

Some more background info:

Joel is a fairly new villain who has decided to start a business focused on fighting rings, selling information and just generally doing criminal stuff. (inspired by his secret fighting club in s10). He hires Gem and jimmy, two ex-vigilantes who became a bit more... Villainous. Their cover is a normal bar, which ofc means they also need normal employees who won't snitch. Jimmy suggests Grian toJoel, since he's a retired informant. He basically started out as an investigative journalist in another city, but got more n more involved with both villains and heroes (which is how he knows jimmy) before joining a cult (watcher lore watcher lore watcher lore-) and suddenly dissappearing.

Although he went missing a few years ago, they manage to track him down. He joins, but tells them he's not involved in the world of villains anymore and that he wants to stay out of everything (so hes basically working in the bar that they use as a cover as a 'normal' employee and turns a blind eye to anything criminal going on)

That's kind of the start of the story? Afterwards, Pearl, a villain who used to be a vigilante that worked with Scott (<-number one hero), then got betrayed by him and is now plotting his murder, joins in. Later on etho joins, who is originally sent by the hermits as a spy (<- p big villain&vigilante alliance in the city) but ends up deciding to side w/ them. (BOAT BOYS BOAT BOYS BOAT BOYS-)

(pearl & Scott's conflict is ofc a double life ref and etho is a mycelium resistance ref, he also ends up finding out about some of grians secrets and helping him behind the scenes)

Although its focused on the members of the bar, later on it focuses more on other hermits (since they get more involved w/ the villain group "hermits" which most of the hermits are a part of) but there's also some side stories that focus on other ppl (there's a whole side story about Ren and Doc getting to know each other after Ren gets infected by the curse, or martyn whole listener thing & how it's connected to renchanting/ren getting cursed and the Watchers showing up in the first place... But i dont wanna spoil too much :3)

Oh also! Hermits r mainly criminals(vigilantes, villains, big salmom mafia,...) and Empires members r usually heroes! But there is some exceptions to this rule. (jimmy n martyn for example)

ANY KIND OF QUESTIONS OR SUGGESTIONS R WELCOME!!! might not be able to answer everything bc of spoilers, but ill def try to do some foreshadowing instead :3

[pointy-spiral]

Hello! I hope you still take requests, if not I'm so sorry to brother you!!!

Anyways! I would love to see more of your yuusona, I think they are so cute 🥰.

And please tell us more about them :D

JKDLSJIIOAUEIOWUIOJKFLDJKFDL THANK YOUU!! :') not a bother at all!! This is such cute and sweet request!! u lil cutiee!!

i haven't really thought out much about her yet, and shes not really based on any specific Disney character, but i have some fun facts about her-

Her shirt is the same style as Epel's, because its a spare pomefiore shirt that Rook gave her during her first week at school. She's really scared of him though. Her first encounter with him was him commenting on her messy uniform, (since i doubt that Crowley would do much more than just grab whatever's in the lost and found basket for Yuu and call it a day) Rook basically drags her to Pomefiore to play dress up while she tries desperately to find some excuse to leave jkhfdfdshhsd

She wishes she could have just kept the job as a janitor instead of being a student at first (but she comes to like school starting the second year) since she enjoys cleaning and tidying and just going for walks, so being an errand runner for Crowley didnt seem too bad to her.

Because of this i wanted to make Floyds nickname for her "Vampire squiddy", since they feed on marine snow and are generally one of the "cleaners" of the deep sea. They live really deep in the sea, matching her gloominess and dislike for crowds and bright light. BUT THEN I REALIZE THAT LILLA CALLED DIBS ON BEING VAMPIRE SQUID so now i don't know anymore... i guess shrimpy still works..

Ever since accidentally stepping on Leonas tail she's been avoiding him like the plague. She thinks he's still mad at her, and nearly cries anytime she sees him dshdhdhdfhj she thinks he's super scary

The skirt she actually sewed by hand herself , using a spare curtain from Ramshackle as fabric.

Back in her "home world" she used to collect and make her own jewelry, the one she wears is one of them. She makes friendship bracelets for her friends of course.

She's good friends with Ortho, and they are desk neighbors. He's tried multiple times to invite her over for game night but she's too scared to hang out with Idia around. But her an Ortho hang out and study together a lot :) he's the designated extrovert friend

She became friends with Jade by being forced to wanting to join the Mountain lovers club. Its actually pretty good, since its a long walk and she can forage for stuff to eat so she can save more money (Crowley pays us in a handfull of pebbles and a pat on the back i swear to god) He's the social anxiety shield and talks for her sometimes.

She still kind of works as a janitor, and she stays after school hours to clean. And uses her job as an excuse to stay away from people, too much to clean!! so many floors to mop!! no i cannot come to ur party Kalim i am so so sorry!! would love too but i have to deep clean the school, by myself, all alone!! tomorrow as well! and the day after!! fdhdfshdshj

Has absolutely bonked Ace in the head with her broom!! he deserves it

Azul tries at some point to get her to be a janitor at Mostro lounge but she runs away from him mid conversation

Secretly very insecure about her height, thinking shes too tall for a lady, plus it just makes her stick out more as well

(actually as im writing this i realize she could be based on Cinderella in a way!!! with the whole evil stepmom (crowley) making you do a bunch of shitty work. im getting ideas.. >:) teehee gonna redraw the ball dance and glass slipper scene with her and someone maybe mwehehehehe)

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Asylum Challenge: Day 14

Finally Wicked Whims may be calming down lol. While nothing that explicit will be shown, just something to keep in mind, I guess? Also I'd installed a new skin default accidentally so the Sims look a little different to usual.

We're on the Granny Grind, yes. And Lilac finally got her first Plopsy sale, let's go!

Level Two: Thread Setter

✅ Achieve Level 4 of the Knitting Skill ❌ Knit While Listening to Music ✅ Sell a Knitted Object on Plopsy

Two shots of Vlad's Trendi outfit for its many fans. Lilac's probably wondering if she can knit him a scarf to go along with it. While otherwise I like the Nifty Knitting pack, wasted opportunity with the lack of accessories. A standalone scarf or two (and some gloves and mittens) would have been so cute. Like how? A scarf is many people's first ever knitting project.

Lou came over for a visit. He likely came over for more than that, but Lilac was like "not now, I have an aspiration to complete."

Having sniffed his way into more than his fair share of my saves in the past, he understood that well enough and was happy just to vibe.

"And then he ran away shrieking like 'bat out!'" Rory recounting the time she threw down on Wolfgang's behalf.

Time to autonomously sit down next to a transformed werewolf and get tense moodlets! Rory's likely reading up on how to still further humiliate Vlad next time.

With Rory out of the room (I've been getting her to use her LUNAR HOWL ability every night to reset her woof-woof traits, and she rolled the one where she hates loud noises), Lilac finally checked off the last goal of this stage.

Level Two: Thread Setter

✅ Achieve Level 4 of the Knitting Skill ��� Knit While Listening to Music ✅ Sell a Knitted Object on Plopsy

Vlad set the table for an early dinner and Lilac was the only one who used it 😔

Once more Rory was brimming over with Fury, so I took her and Lilac over to Moonwood Mill. Fortunately she snapped out of it pretty quickly.

Much to my irritation, I realised that there was nothing nearby that Lilac could sit on and knit. So I somehow (I think it was an UI Cheats function) got a bunch of household objects to appear in the space and kept the bed, as it looked the least out of place here.

Rory very enthusiastic about some grilled fruit.

Lily very enthusiastic about Lilac becoming a Friend of the Moonwood Collective. The greatest people you will ever meet!

So now she's friends of both packs, and yet has still to unlock the WEREWOLF ALLY trait.

Having established that he and Lilac are now on sleepover and fur braiding terms, Kristopher only then sat next to her on the shiny new abandoned bed to re-read The Lord of the Swings.

The rest of the pack soon joined in the excitement. No, nothing... Whimsical happened, just some cute High School Years bed sitting style animations.

Lilac likewise agreed that it was a solid 'get' for the Collective HQ. Nah, I think she'd just finished another project.

Level Three: Dream Weaver

❌ Complete 10 Excellent Quality Knittables (2/10) ❌ Successfully Gift 3 Knittables ✅ Achieve Level 6 of the Knitting Skill ❌ Successfully Show Off Your Knitted Sweater to Another Sim

Since Lilac has the SELF-ASSURED trait, her overriding mood seems to be 'confident' rather than 'inspired.' So those excellent quality knittables are going to take a while.

Well, I should have specified that nothing Whimsical happened 'at that point in time.' Lilac and Lou evidently had an IOU.

And then once more we returned home to Vlad napping outside in one of the party bushes. I think because the self-care club has 'sleeping' as one of its preferred activities, and since he has the weakness where he can only sleep in a coffin, the devs probably didn't factor in those.

[talesfrommedinastation]

My Neighbor Doug on different locations in 'The Bad Batch'

So I did as was requested by my poll, and asked Doug what he called (and thought of) the various different places in which 'The Bad Batch' took place.

Need refreshers? Doug's interpretations of The Bad Batch: Main Characters

Doug's interpretations of The Bad Batch: Side Characters

Here we go:

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Tipoca City: The Mall on the Ocean. You know it either smells really nice, clean and like fresh perfume, or it smells like ass and balls. It’s duty free, of course. Daddy Warcrimes totally plows the liquor section when Ryan-from-Accounting won’t stop annoying him and Daddy Rambo sprays on the sample Sauvage cologne to get the ladies. 

("I thought he was married?"

"He need the reassurance. Y'all know guys like him.")

Onderon: Damn-It-Jared’s Trailer Park. It’s where he and his goofy-assed hippie friends fire weapons and drop acid and scare the wildlife. It’s like Oregon, but stupid. Just like Damn-It-Jared. And Daddy Warcrimes comes down and murders civilians, because the man craves police brutality the way I crave a drink after watching the Saints lose. 

Saleucami: Tremor-Land. Look at this place and tell me you ain’t expecting giant worms and Kevin Bacon to pop out of nowhere. Also, Not-Wolverine’s wife gives me Reba McEntire vibes, trust me. They seem like a fun couple, I’d love to drink beer and shoot guns with them on a Sunday. 

(Cut and Suu = Not Wolverine and Not Wolverine's wife)

Pantora: Not-Quite-Austin. Its where young hot people go to get drunk, get into street fights and then leave. You know, where That Chick That’s in Everything gets into a motorcycle race with Daddy Rambo and then they look for the Gun Safety Muppet and Little Orphan Blondie is lost and I guess they sell Toaster Strudel at one point to the three eyed goat for cash?*

Meat Muffin, what in the hell did I just write? 

Corellia: Where-Anakin-Lost-His-Legs and Jorge’s Unemployed Sisters are collecting scrap metal for cash.

(“This is not where Anakin lost his legs!” 

“How do you know?”

“ I watched Episode III?! Did you?”

“Eh, they’ll update it, just watch.”)

(FYI, I wish Trace Martez and Tech had more scenes together. They would have been a cute nerdy couple)

Bracca: Planet Dump. Seriously, there’s a planet devoted to garbage. Is it New Jersey? It’s just creepy people floating around trash? Man, it’s like Thor Ragnorok, but sad. Think Valkyrie would show up at some point? Julio had a headache here and strangled someone, I get it, migraines ain’t fun. 

Ord Mantell: Great Value Cyberpunk. Do humans even live here? Well, Houma BBQ bitch and her ugly clutch of mutant boyfriends do. Her bar totally looks like someone practices eye surgery in the back like in Minority Report. 

Raxus: Space Country Club. Oh, this place nice and clean. I mean, dang, it looks like a gated community where everyone plays golf and is mean to their neighbors. I bet they have an amazing Christmas lights display but don’t allow ‘riff-raff’ to come in and bully anyone who doesn’t join their HOA. My sister’s in one outside of Miami, and it turned her into a bitch, trust me. 

Daro: Not-Quite-Fort-Bliss. I don’t get this place. It’s where Manny’s hanging out with other army guys but they don’t like him, even though he’s a good soldier? What the hell, the Empire is run by mid-level corporate dumbasses who think their online MBA makes them a god. 

::proceeds to go on a rant about MBA Rob, his nephew, and the clowns like them::

Safa Toma: Tank Girl’s Home. It’s like Tatooine but fun and crazy. It’s where the Rhino that Sells Used Buicks and his pet iguana live and force people to race in used car parts.**. 

Pabu: Space Daytona. It’s nice, it’s pretty, but I kept thinking the Empire was going to nuke it at some point. Hey, Church Lady says it’s her home away from home…where’s her other home? New Orleans? Shit, that’s a thought.

Eriadu: Space New Hampshire. It’s foggy, got mountains, and filled with angry old white people who can’t seem to retire. You know Tarkin totally screams at waiters and lives to make the poor check out girls at Publix cry. Just like his bitchy daughter, Stepsister Beth. 

(Doug now headcanons that Tarkin is Emerie’s dad…which makes zero sense, but whatever.)

Ryloth: Space Arizona. Everything seems rich and nice and the women are vaguely hot, cool canyons and mountains and whatnot. But then dig a little bit and everyone’s rat-in-a-shithouse insane and there’s guns everywhere. I like Hera and her daddy, he’s cool. Like him riding his space motorcycle and flinging that spear at folks, more of him please. 

Weyland: Spooky Lab Land. It’s where Stepsister Beth and Ryan-from-Accounting have family reunions with her asshole dad, his bitch wife Laura, and the gang. They’re into science and not making eye contact with anyone because there’s shit in the lava lamps that might be humans. 

Serrano: Space Coeur d’Alene. It’s got pine trees and mountains, real pretty, but it’s easy to fling trash and bodies everywhere and every other person is Doomsday prepping. You ever been to Idaho? Real pretty, but real off, ya know? 

*= I was struggling to breath after this. What in 'The Witch' was he thinking?!

**= Millegi and his racer. I had to stop texting Doug for a bit at this point, I was cry-laughing so hard I couldn’t see. 

[tkeyahwrotethis]

I've literally been so busy with college and getting good grades lately I haven't had the time to write creatively or post but I think this week I'll have a bit of downtime to focus on my passion projects.

I joined a gym in the town I live in and I really like it. I like that they have childcare so I can go even when I have my daughter with me. I'm just trying to keep my figure I dont want to let myself go.

I'm also taking an art class and we get to go to museums and create works of art which I love to do anyways so I've had my hands full planning day trips and creating art lately.

aside from that.. i did make it to the club that night to fix my vibe and it worked and i just feel like its so easy to slip into party girl mode because i missed the club so bad. I danced all night.

I danced with this one guy he was a tall darkskinned Black guy & super cute and honestly pretty young tbh lol I swear we fell into some feelings on that dancefloor they way we were grinding and dancing and making out (he even pulled my hair while we were dancing, I wore it down and very long down to my waist and he rolled it into a ball in his fist and pulled it back so we could kiss while dancing... yes the hair Gods were on my side that night). He had me in the tightest chokehold I almost blacked out a few times while we danced I kept trying to tap out but I guess he was feeling me so much he waited until the last minute to let me go lol. it was just all so sensual and intimate. It was like we knew each other, like he was my man. we only danced with each other all night, very monogamous, very romantic and we've been in contact since. I just think we're in different phases of life right now due to the age gap so im not trying to get too deeply involved with him but he gave me the best dance of my life and I'd deff party with him again.

I'm itching to go to the club again and dance with someone new. I wanna see what the scene is like out where I live now instead of always traveling out of state to go into NYC. although NYC never disappoints when it comes to the clubs or a party.

Maybe instead of going to the haunted house this year for Halloween, I'll try the clubs. Now all I need is a costume...

[dollivication]

i dont rlly know if ur into doki doki but.. this is consuming my brain omfg.. dmc5 boys in a ddlc!au.. im crying screaming and climbing the walls (..◜ᴗ◝..) im vry normal abt them (im not)

v 100% would be yuri.. those two r the same person akshually.. his little poems getting weirder and way more insane as days go by.. blood and crazy unknown substances decorating the beautiful handwriting of his letters.. (ó﹏ò｡)

nero would be natsuki!! theyre pretty alike in my head.. hes a tsundere:( hes pretty scared of being seen as a weirdo bc his poems arent as deep as V ones:(

im debating on who tf would be monika bc both dante and vergil freaky asses would fit her.. but i’d say vergil..

hes self aware that none of it is real— not even himself and he cant help it but crave the only real thing, user!! so he starts fucking up w the other guys characters.. making them weirder.. more insane.. their little problems and flaws getting bigger and bigger.. till he finally eliminates their files completely > < now if u open the game its js a screen of vergil staring at u in the eyes, yapping for hours and hours for all eternity bc duh!! just vergil!! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

id say dante also fits sayori bc childhood best friend trope is cute on him:( also bc of the cheerful and happy attitude hiding insanely deep sadness… im very crazy abt them

djjdjdjd im giggling so much w this one is so stupid but i love the idea omfg im sawwrry — 🍓

👁️👁️.. pls…. don’t applogize… 🍓non i am so FUCKING HAPPY YOU SENT THIS. BC I HAVE THOUGHT ABT THIS BEFORE. AND OUR THOUGHTS ALIGNED.

DANTE FOR SURE WOULD BE SAYORI!!! ur friend who gets you into the club (i guess the “club” could just be the devil may cry gig in this case) in the first place and was BEEEEEGGING for you to join. alll optimistic! until.. yk… LMFAO I FEEL SO BAD BC HE’D BE THE FIRST 1 GONE </3

YOU ARE SOOOO FUCKING RIGHT ON V! literawy yuri down to T with tea and reading and poetry!! nero’s bsf and allat :3! and he’s all reclusive at first, til he absolutely spirals into this obsession w u! i wouldn’t touch any of the poems he gives u who knows what that shit is covered in…

NERO=NATSUKI I PUSH THIS AGENDA 24/7!!! he’s sooo easy to fluster, and i think instead of being into manga he’d be super into comics and make recommendations to you… methinks anyway!! also the most sensical one out of them all… doesn’t deserve what he gets SMH

vergil is def monika… this bitch is the type to slowly eliminate anyone he deems is competition and get you isolated. he wants ur attention to be on him and him only, even if that means taking everywan out…. KILL HIM HES SO LFMSKSFHH

I ACTUALL Y STARTED KICKING MY LEGS KN THE AIR WHEN I READ THIS.. 🍓I GET YOU SO WELL

[fuckin-sick-bih]

"Just" Allergies

Fandom: Stranger Things (I guess Eddie Lives AU?) Summary: The pollen count is high, Eddie forgot his allergy meds, but he just feels... especially bad for some reason. Steve thinks he's caught a spring cold on top of the pollen flare. (Steve lowkey has the kink) CW: Mess Word Count: 2.7k (I tried to keep it short okay? I did...) MINORS DNI

Make sure you take your allergy meds today, kid. News said pollen is high.

Wayne had even reminded him and Eddie, like the damn fool he was, had still forgotten. Now he was paying the price. Even sitting in the stuffy theater, Eddie still felt like his eyes were itchy and swollen and the persistent tickle from his consistently leaking nose was torturous. And his throat felt like something was scratching it. Rubbed by sandpaper and just uncomfortable. Especially torturous while trying to run his campaign.

He brought his hand up to rub subtly at his dripping nose with a sniff, metal rings on his left hand scraping roughly against the rims of his nostrils. His abused nose was bright pink from the day of just such repeated actions but not a single member dared comment least Eddie unfurl his wrath upon them.

Right now, he wanted nothing more than to go home, pop some allergy meds, shower, and maybe  fall asleep watching some movie on the couch. Either that or fall asleep to the radio.

After the whole… Upside Down, Eddie couldn’t do silence anymore. It suffocated him.

A voice started to filter into his congested brain, “Eddie? Eddie!? Earth to Eddie!”

Of course, it was Dustin…

Eddie sniffed thickly and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Yes, oh Gurdis, our folk hero wizard?” he asked dramatically with an attempt at a smile for the freshie. Said smile flickered as the tickle in his sinuses began to work its way down.

“It’s just… we’ve been trying to ask if you wanted to call it here for the night, but you didn’t seem to hear us… You’ve been pretty distracted today. Is everything okay?” Henderson asked softly and Eddie felt his body tense.

Was he that obvious? “I’m f-ihhh” His breathing hitched, and Eddie sat up from where he’d been resting his chin on his hand behind his dungeon master screen. His chest expanding and deflating a few times as he held up a finger to indicate ‘one second’.

“Hiih- ihh! IxXG’HT!” He pinched his nose between his pointer finger and thumb of his opposite hand. “Ugh fuck…” There was pressure mounting in his head with every one of those stifled sneezes he’d done today.

As he turned to look at the rest of the Hellfire club, Eddie saw concerned faces and he pouted slightly. “I’m fine.” He said grumpily and rubbed roughly at his nose again with his ringed fingers. “Just allergies.” Another, thick sniffle punctuated his statement before he continued. “Fine, I guess we’ll wrap up here and continue next time.”

More concerned faces exchanged looks. Eddie never ended Hellfire early. Never. Really, Eddie was starting to feel like utter shit. His nose was running like a faucet now and Eddie really just needed to go home. “I’ll see you guys later.” He began to pack up his things, fumbling slightly in his rush to get moving and get home.

Everyone began to disperse except for the runts it seemed. They only came closer as Eddie was shoving things into his bag at top speed, wrist pressed up against his nose to try and stem the stream. Sniffling could only do so much for him now.

“Eddie? Do you need anything?” Mike asked softly and adjusted his bag on his shoulder, making Eddie stall as he glanced at the kids.

“Yeah, we can bike to the store and drop some things off if-” Dustin started only for Eddie to promptly cut them off before Lucas could join in.

Eddie jerked the zipper closed on his own bag and threw his bag over his shoulder, wincing ever so slightly as it pulled at the still tender and pink scars on his middle. “You runts are cute, but I don’t need anything other than like… a handful of Benadryl, a shower, and a bed.” He joked, ruffling Dustin’s curls much to the younger boy’s distain. “Don’t worry about me, kids. I’ll survive. I always do.”  

It came out more… hollow than Eddie had intended for it to, but he still turned on his heel and left with a wave. “See you freaks Monday!” He called, fighting the urge to cough after the yell.

It wasn’t until he got into his van with a shiver that he thought… That can’t be normal. Shivering and coughing weren’t part of his usual allergy routine. Speaking of allergy routine…

“Ehh- IGH’XTSh! Hah! k’HXXt! Ehh…eh? EPT’SHZXXGHT!  Fugk m’be!” Eddie shouted in utter frustration and despair, slamming the steering wheel with his open palm. He felt like garbage.

Garbage left to rot under the hot sun. Fuck maybe he was warm… The walk from school to van had been a swim through the pollen, but this didn’t even feel like just allergies anymore. He wanted to just lean his head back and cry, but he held back, started the van, cranked the heat, and pulled out of the school parking lot.

When he arrived home, Eddie dragged himself from his van to head inside. Wayne was already out for the night and Eddie had the place to himself, thank god. He was fumbling through the medicine cabinet when a knock at the door startled him and had him dropping the pill bottles in his arms. “Jesus!” He swore loudly, coughing into his elbow afterwards.

Once the pill bottles were set back on the sink’s edge, Eddie went to go see who was at the door. He sniffled and wiped his nose with his wrist, rubbing said wrist against his jeans afterwards. “Hello?” he said, cracking open the door to find none other than Steve Harrington.

“Hey, Eddie, uh- hope this isn’t too weird. Dustin radioed to say you were acting… weird and to bring you some stuff and check on you.” Steve admitted and tilted his head a little as he took in Eddie’s complexion. “You look like shit.”

Eddie let the door swing the rest of the way open and stepped back to invite Steve in. “Wow you really kdow how to charb a guy, Harri’gtod.” He said, cringing at the sound of his own voice.

Steve gave him a genuine smile after that, “Well, I’ve been known to flirt.” He teases but does reach out to grab Eddie’s arm after he’s closed and locked the door. “Talk to me.” His voice is quiet as he directs Eddie to the couch to sit with him.

If Eddie were a stronger man, maybe he wouldn’t have teared up and started crying in front of his crush but god he felt so fucking awful… He falls face first into Steve’s chest and outright sobs.

Steve drops the bag of goodies on the floor to lean forward and wrap his arms around Eddie to comfort him. The crying does nothing to help his congestion and Eddie has to fish the bandana out of his back pocket to blow his nose before he can even attempt talking to Steve.

“Nose won’t stop running, feel so fucking congested though… eyes are itchy and swollen…” Eddie pauses to wipe his nose with the bandana again, sniffling some more as his nostrils twitch. There’s a tickle starting to build and he’s trying to ignore it. “Throat’s sore… not just like itchy but real sore… Makes me cough. A-And I can’t s-stop sn-heeh… eh- ehh-! EhhXXGHT! N’GHXT! XXGHT!” His fingers shot up to pinch his nose to make sure he didn’t sneeze on Steve. “That.” He sniffed.

A frown crossed Steve’s features and he feels Eddie’s forehead with the back of his hand as well as his palm. “You’re maybe a little warm. Think you picked up something and got stuck with early spring allergies, man. That sucks…”

Eddie sniffled thickly and tried to clear his throat without starting a coughing fit. “Fuck. That’s just m’by luck…” His congestion was already starting to return before his hand shot up to pinch his nose without warning. “Ihh’GXHT! Fuck!” He swore and snuffled back some of the mess threatening to slip from his nose.

As Eddie looked up at Steve, he noticed a blush darkening over his features. He wriggled his nose to try and keep the tickle at bay for another few minutes and sniffed. “What’s with the blush, Harri’gtod?” He questioned with and cleared his throat again, raising a suspicious brow at the other.

“What?” Steve choked out, trying his best to sound nonchalant and failing miserably. “Nothing. I’m not blushing. Just worried about you. Shut up.” He insisted and went fishing in the bag for a fresh box of tissues, tearing it open to pull some out before handing them to the darker haired man. “Here. Blow. You can’t even say my name right.” He teased.

This time it was Eddie’s turn to blush, and he snatched the tissues from Steve to valiantly blow his nose into them. He grimaced and wiped his nose, nostrils twitching and flaring as the tickle was fanned into a flame from the blowing.

“Ihhuh… Ih-hih-!” Eddie fumbled desperately for new tissues and felt Steve pressing some into his hands. He immediately collapsed into them with unstifled, gut wrenching sneezes. “HiiiIGSHEW! IISHXEW! Eh… EhhT’XHSEW! Oh fuck- ow…” Both of his arms wrapped around his middle protectively as the scars ached from his sudden jarring movements.

“Bless you,” Steve whispered softly, frowning with worry as he moved forward to gently take Eddie’s arms. “Hey, hey.. what’s wrong, Eds?” Anxiety threaded it’s way through Steve’s tone like a tightly laced boot.

Eddie shook his head and pressed his wrist to his leaky nose again, rubbing his nose against his wrist which he held still. “Guh… s’dothi’g…” He tries to insist.  “Just the bite scars. They’re still te’der sobetibes.”

Something more than concern crosses Steve’s features and Eddie finds himself being pulled into a gentle hug. He tries to push Steve off him and the other quickly lets go.

“What? What?” Steve asked urgently. “What’s wrong?”

With a laugh that turned into a dry cough, Eddie shook his head. “Dod’t do that. You’re godda get sigk too, du’bass.” He teases Steve and snuffles once again before rubbing at his nose with his rings again, eyes fluttering as his nostrils flared. “Argh… Fugks sagke… fugki’g allergies baki’g everythi’g idtchy… Iihh’pxxght! Ugh… Sorry sduck out.”

Steve only rolled his eyes and yanked Eddie back into a hug, trapping his arms so he couldn’t rub his nose anymore. “I won’t get sick. Hanging out with those kids has like- totally boosted my immune system.”

Again, Eddie raised an eyebrow at Steve. “That… sou’ds like total bullshit.” He sniffled thick and gurgling, feeling Steve squirm in the hug as he smirked at him. “Add you sure are a squirber. You sure everythi’g is okay? Oh, shit you’re dot like- a gerbaphobe or sobethi’g are you? Fuck, I’b sorry!” He starts to scramble backwards, falling with a thud off the couch and onto the floor before Steve can catch him.

“No no, Eddie! Relax!” Steve insisted, shaking his head some. “I’m fine. Seriously. It’s cool. Not a germaphobe. Sniffle, sneeze, cough, all you want. It’s- it’s fine.” But his face was coloring up a bright tomato red and Eddie knew something was up. Though he still accepted the hand which helped pull him back up onto the couch.

“Sure, whatever, Harri’gtod. Just dod’t yell at m’be whed you get sick.” Eddie sniffled again and groaned, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch to wrap up in.

Steve smiled a little and pulled the blanket up over his head to really cocoon him in. “Chilly? You got a hot water bottle? I can fill it up for you?” He offered but Eddie just shook his head some.

“N’do, it popped last year whed I was curled up arou’d it with that flu that went around. Did you get that?” Eddie explains and continues to rub his nose with his hand, rings still abusing his poor red nose despite the freshly opened box of tissues right there.

Thankfully, Steve plucked him a few tissues and pressed them into Eddie’s hands. “Ugh, I did. That was awful. I was stuck in bed for a week. Ended up with a pretty bad sinus infection actually.” He recalls for Eddie and adjusts the blanket for him to keep him all tucked in and cozy. “Anyway, you need meds. I brought meds.”

Eddie blew his nose into the tissues Steve had pressed into his hands and swiped at his leaking nose some more. The blowing caused the tickle to resurge with a vengeance, “Hiihh- Eh? EH-! EhhGXXtsh! Hiii’tGXHTsh! Ngh… uh? Huh… Fugk… HEPT’SHHXXGuh!” A flurry of failed attempts at stifling.

A few more tissues were grabbed before Eddie could question Steve. “Huh? Beds?” He questioned, not quite following until he saw Steve pulling allergy and cold medication from the bag he’d brought with him. “Shit. Stevie, you didd’t have to get all that… I have sobe stuff…”

“Is it still in date?” Steve challenged with a knowing smile, having peeked into the Munson medicine cabinet once before when looking for pain pills for his own demo-bat bites. Not a damn thing in there was still in date.

A soft grumble left the curly haired man, and he shuffled around to rest his head against Steve’s shoulder instead. Steve got him out some allergy medicine first while Eddie pointedly rubbed at his itchy eyes. “Stop that. You’ll make it worse.”

“Itches.” Eddie complained petulantly.

“I know, but this will help. I’ll maybe get you a washcloth to help if you’re good and take your meds.” Steve bargained to which Eddie huffed through his mouth and accepted the allergy pills. “Didn’t know what all to get you. Dustin just said you were sneezy and looked like crap.”

The sniffly Munson managed a chuckle and wriggled his nose at the mention of being sneezy. “Yeah. S’true. I get sdeezy whed I’b sick too… so polled plus cold is just ode fucked up Eddie.” He sniffled, mostly for dramatic effect but it sounded far soupier than he intended, and he grimaced. “Guh..”

Steve seemed to shift in his seat, eyes locked onto Eddie, but he did make a noise of sympathy. “Damn, Eds. I’m sorry. You must feel like shit… and here I am stalling.” He shook his head and got out a dose of cold medicine, a syrup this time.

The sight of the cup of syrup made Eddie wrinkle his nose and whine, “Are you fucki’g serious?” He complained with another sniffle and a rub at his nose with his knuckles, red nostrils starting to twitch again. “I’b dot swallowi’g that.”

“Yes. You are.” Steve said matter-of-factly and held the cup close to Eddie’s lips, making him pull his chin in and mouth away from the cup.

“N’do way- n’dope…” Eddie mumbles but his breathing starts to hitch, his mouth falling open, and Steve takes the opportunity to tip the syrup into his mouth. The surprise taste of the syrup only seems to make his nose tickle worse.

He does the only thing he can think and covers his face with his hands as he pitches forwards with sneezes. “HiiXXTSH! EIXXTHUE! Ihh.. eh-! … IiiHXXTSHhuh!” Eddie groans softly at the mess he can feel on his hands, having flung them up so as not to sneeze on Steve. “You’re a bodster, Harri’gtod… ugh… tissues?”

Steve seems to swallow hard, his face scarlet once again, before he fumbled for the tissues. He plucked out several which he gently pressed into Eddie’s face and hands. “Sorry, didn’t realize you were so sensitive.”

“I’b dot!” Eddie says indignantly.

The blonde just laughs and tucks Eddie back into the blanket again, letting him clean himself up. “Sure, Eds.” Steve says as he grabs the TV remote to put something on for them to watch, thankfully keeping the volume low.

It was only ten minutes later that Eddie was fast asleep with his head in Steve’s lap while they watched Wheel of Fortune. Steve’s fingers idly playing with Eddie’s soft curls as Eddie’s stuffy snores filled any of the lulls in noise from the TV. Like a comforting background hum. And soon Steve was out like a light too.

[apriltoonsbiggestfans]

(spoilers for coo again) just so ya'll know i can and will go the fuck off about the ottomans dialogue this year and actually i will fuck it we ball

i mostly wanna talk about when he DOES talk about his family bc as cute as him being in aknitting club with tawney judy courtney barry and belle is thats like the cute stuff i wanna bite into the LORE because its like idk about y'all but its like the more thomas talks about robert and crystaline and how the dynamics are changing and all its like a part of me cant help but wonder how much of an unreliable narrator he really is. like he talks about how the only times him and robert properly interact/talk is only for business stuff and otherwise they dont talk at all and he blames it all on Crystaline but its like ok. i feel like theres a chance that Crystaline gen not having Robert + Bobby's best interests at heart exists AND at the same time it feels like everything about Thomas' family is changing and he blames Crystaline for all of it. because like. you can TELL he loves his brother, there's literally no denying that, he literally outright says he left his parents to join robert in making the company and he was ok that he was the 2nd best. and in like the "who is?" podcast its said that he left the inheritance position for Saggs Corp bc he knew he couldnt lead that company for shit hes not a leader like his brother. but its like he also outright says that robert is his only connection to the suit world and that without him he'd only have his plants (even though hes able to make friends thru the knitting club and i guess there IS jennifer but she also works under robert so perhaps she doesnt count. smae with the knitting club too maybe since theyre all under COGS inc which again was founded by robert) and its like HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE PUTS SO MUCH OF HIS OWN VALUE INTO THAT GUY. LIKE OR SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES. LIKE HE DEADASS THINKS WITHOUT HIM HE'D BE ALL ALONE. AND adding onto that there's also the line about how thomas talks about hwo he loves his plants but he lets robert take and tear up the toons land because its good for the company, which his brother cares about, so he cares about it too. and he says something about how it'd be best for mary to keep her opinions down or something like that for the future or something like that and its like idk about you but that FEELS like projection on his part it really REALLY does because in that one treasure trove zip file in the phone call between him and robert he DID bring up worries about the toons fighting back and robert was like "nah its gonna be fine they'll stay in their lane" and thomas was like "ok i believe you because you are my brother" ITS LIKE. HE WILL FOLLOW ROBERT TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH. AND AT THE SAME TIME HE FEELS LIKE HES BECOME 5TH BEST TO ROBERT. AND ITS LIKE. Its clearly not ALL crystaline, i mean robert is the one running the company and hes just getting more and more pissed off at the toons and according to a twitter comic its gotten to the point where the company is on the verge of going bankrupt because they spend so much on anti-toon security its like. sure we don't see all of it but its like i get the impression that robert himself is digging a deeper hole for himself (metaphorically) and hes changing for the worst, at least in thomas' eyes. but like he can't accept that. so he's blaming all of it on crystaline. and he thinks that if she was just gone, that everything would be ok again, and he'd have his brother and even nephew back (i mean the fact that last year he said bobby jr was being more distant towards him and he was like "eh its ok its all a part of growing up" and now this year he LITERALLY MADE A SWEATER FOR BOBBY and bobby rejected it because it wasn't a "good financial decision" its like bobby jr is a kid so idk he probs learned it from somewhere who knows but its like either way AUGH) but unless something really big changes it might not. and i think he probs knows that, in a way, but he cant accept that. after all, again, he literally thinks that without robert all he has are his plants. he feels like he depends on his family, his brother, to that extent.

i cant think of any more words because ive literally tried to post this like 5 times and tumblr wont let me but like holy fucking shit thomas. he isnot ok i think note i apologize if i got some of the dialogue wrong im going off of memory here.

[moonsquaremars]

My Folly With The Mormon Church

You gave me purpose for so long. You solved my existential fears until I was forced to outgrow them. However the surrounding chaos, the plagues of my mind.

I surrender. I had to the first time. My father told me from a young age the importance of asking Christ to be saved, or you will be doomed to hell for eternity if you die. That’s pretty heavy for a five year old. I was spooked.

The second time was when I was thrown into the deep end after graduating high school. THE KIDS WERE NOT ALRIGHT. I was a mess.

Ill-prepared, temperamental, homosexual. Frustrated at the world. Frustrated with what was promised to me. My social realities just differed. My social life and upbringing. What was within reach. My stomping grounds. The struggles I had to face with from my home, against my will or control.

The Mormon Church gave me an answer.

Gave me a sense of purpose, sense, reasoning. After all, what could be more important than one’s eternal salvation. I came to the conclusion that homosexuality statistically had to be morally corrupt due to its widespread attitude across cultures and countries. Hell, I read even the Buddhists didn’t support all at. Damn. Even the Buddhists hate me ???

If all we got is Ancient Rome & Greece backing us, I hate to admit we’re doomed. Look at their fates. Maybe I am just a pawn for the demoralization of American society. Being working class is just a double wammy.

Admittedly though, two very close people to me died actually, and they were how I would’ve considered ‘privileged’. Private schools, even fencing lessons.

But they got clipped by God’s Own Hand. He ain’t take me out for some reason yet. I sure have been hoping though, deep down. I guess you could say that’s a source of my self sabotage. And the fear. Oh the fear. The fear of being myself, because it’s morally incorrect and of eternal consequence. Or the fear that was quite literally in my face. Mothertruckers would knock me out around here. I’m an effiminate white boy in an industrialized, working class urban environment.

With unhealthy coping strategies. Maybe that’s why I joined some strange religion, and made it my entire f***ng identity. Now at the ripe, very adult of 28, I ain’t got my cuteness as a defense for much longer.

Not that that necessarily saves you in America anyhow. You could die in a mass shooting in a grocery store. It really is wild like that out here. I think it does something to your psyche.

MY RETURN OF SATURN ♄ ༝༚༝༚

When I read that Saturn in the 9th House Natives (in Kentucky we would say was instead of were, but I’ll speak proper) were energetically attracted to more Traditional types of religions. My jaw bout near dropped. I kinda felt called out. How this book gonna tell me about myself like that?

I was irked. But it only furthered my belief in the ancient art of the stars. You can’t really argue with what’s right in front of you. And I, p

Pause. Had to start playing Saturn by Sza.

Alright. This stream of conciousness has been cathartic but it’s time I focus on the big idea. My health. My future. Rules change as you get older. Adult problems aren’t kid problems. I gotta get real with how my choices and actions have consequences. The strength of my youth is fading. My breathing is getting bad from years of smoking, vaping, clubbing and gaying. It’s time to retreat and try to find redemption from my mistakes of my 20s. I learned lessons. As 2 Chains said it best, I’m Diffrent..

[thegongoozlerreacts]

Harry Potter: Magic Awakened (Part 2)

so im playing the game for a second time!! after several days of leaving it untouched in my phone after its release lmaooo

so starting off the second(??) day at hogwarts with the aguamenti charm in the greenhouse

but i have one (1) question

why the fuck is Neville Longbottom here?? like,, im not sure what the timeline of the game is but it definitely takes place after the story of harry potter so hello?? Neville why r u here?? did u get held back or smth lmaooo

now onto actually doing the charm

OH WAIT I DIDNT READ THE OBJECTIVE PROPERLY

Neville's a professor!! he's the herbology professor okok that makes sense

lets go another successful battle!! and learned a new spell very cool

also became friends w the bowtruckle, cute!!

why r we gonna talk to the headmistress

oooh dance club

mcgonagall made the dance club?? oh cuz of the yule ball thats cool

i like the game's graphics but its really funny how the character's faces arent moving or changing and u can only get their emotion from their exaggerated body language and gestures

also the npcs faces have like,, a different texture to them lmao?? like it feels more 2d than my character's face

OOHHH I GET TO PICK WHO I CAN DANCE WITH

should i dance with mean girl cassandra or reserved but nice daniel

ok im gonna dance w daniel why is he just staring at the wall

YOOO THERES RHYTHM GAME

that was the easiest rhythm game ive ever played but it was only 1 star difficulty so

oooh there's a map!! (why did i just discover the map only now ??)

oh yeah ivy is missing ahh now's the start of a wild adventure

Objective: Look for Ivy and then there's like an arrow pointing in a direction LMAOAOOA guess looking for her wont be too hard

oh no wait it was just pointing to the door oopsies

ooohh so my chr isnt the only one looking for ivy nice its just the other supporting characters\

time to go on a search!! in one of the classrooms but i doubt ivy would be here

EWWW SPIDERS nice succesfully killed them all

the battles in the game are fun

is that peeves??? now we're fighting him

VICTORY!! i like my character's lil dance when u win a battle its cute

oh hi daniel

oh shoot its filch

no we're in a classroom

its the monster book

oooh ive got a character card for robyn cool is it permanent??

oh no we've lost her and kevin wtf where did they go

oh its that room!!! the uhhh i forgot what it was called but the room that shows up when u need it

IVY?????!??!?!?!??!

mysterious trunk SOMEONE IS INSIDE OF IT WTF

social club?? lol i just picked auto join

LOL its just so funny to see ppl talk in non-cutscenes

like there's my chr blinking and lip-syncing meanwhile the NPCs just have a blank expression, unblinking eyes and talking without their mouths moving

ok but like i know the main story quest in which we find ivy has been completede already but like,, what happened to robyn and kevin that night? and what was the teachers' reactions when ivy showed up again??

wait arent they first year? and didnt the year just start? why is robyn on the quidditch team??? first years arent allowed on the quidditch teams right??? wasnt it a whole thing that harry was on the quidditch team in first year??!??!?!?

well anyways now we're going to hagrid's hut

ah there's gnomes

ooohhh the bludger thing is cool!! i like it very fun

now doing some daily tasks

oooh i got daniel's companion card!! nice also got a buncha new cards from the gacha part of the game

LOL THE HOWLER CARD HAS THE MESSAGE THAT RON'S MOM SENT WHEN HE STOLE THE CAR LMAOAOOA

lol went to the duelling club and duelled the same person twice lmaoo

now im at the dance club and im gonna dance with lottie i picked the flamenco cuz i already did the waltz but its so funny how my chr and lottie was dancing the flamenco while the other students were doing the waltz LMAOAOOA

the rhythm game is fun i like it

ok i think thats enough for today, will play again tomorrow

[papers-from-a-ghost]

3

American Boyfriend is the best album I’ve ever had the chance to listen to. I found it last year by complete accident and now I’m listening to it for the hundredth time while fixing up my bag. There's no school today, but I’m still coming in. Why? VP duties probably. I'm hoping that when i arrive, i just have it turn out that there was no reason to be here, and proceed to go back home to probably do something that'll waste time.

In the timeframe between my bag and the bus, I get another update from my Instagram.

Red and Leo followed Aaron on Instagram. See their posts.

I'm not sure who Aaron is, but I guess there was nothing much to do at the moment. I click on their profile, there's only two posts. One of them is some video I didn't have time to really watch all the way through, and the other is a compilation of a few of my friends hanging out. I know my friends hang out whenever without me, but I feel bad every time I see them be happier without me. I'm not selfish, just secluded. In particular amongst them, J, as even til now I don't understand why he avoids me in a way that shows visible disdain - or annoyance - in his eyes. Its been like that since the first day I joined the group, but even my closest in that group, C, feels lost on that fact.

The interlude to the next song ends as I get on the bus, with everyone staring as if I’d done something wrong. Its weird to see an 11th grade come in on a day they wouldn't go. But I just shuffle to the back of the bus and drift off to sleep.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I'm walking down the track again, with the large field to my right bathing in sunlight for once at initial arrival. There was still a hint of uncertainty in the fact that I was given not much instruction by the moderator about today, other than to be here.

"..."

Then.

Suddenly, a staring contest. Across the track, a boy who's a head shorter than me, with thin pastoral glasses, and a stare that a stand-up would die to have. It was surprising to see them, my boyfriend, just bump into me not even 5 minutes into entering school, but it was even more of that when we started a chase. He had an unfair advantage of zero heavy baggage, but i still manage to get close within arm’s reach at the end of the tracks; and the second floor stairs; and the fourth; ending by the third door to your left.

"You, you're stupid-." I exchange intimately.

"..and you? u a bii- "

Our personal language is more on being dumb if anything, but I think we both find it cute that way. He laughs, I do so lightly, and we proceed to find ourselves in calming isolation for a while. He found me during the preparations of a mini-festival we did last year, where he played piano and I helped in the props and sound department. We'd walk back home together at that time, and a bit of me knew where he was going, figuratively.

Things didn't escalate any further until the next big project, an original play, where we started to be honest with eachother. We supported eachother, were there for eachother, and eventually left marks only we could see above the cloth. He's special to me, because he sees something that i can't - or bear - to witness.

"is it 4:20?" he asks

"yeah, I think we should fix up”

“you gonna check if miss is here?”

“of course.”

We didn't do anything for the record, much to the dismay of the CCTV that was watching us. We only just sat next to eachother as the sun rises in the windows. A few light kisses, yes, but more than tame compared to what other couples have been doing in this school, and this school had scandals go to court during junior years. Though enough ranting's to be said as we split off to our own work. I walk right, then straight, nudge to the left a bit as to give way to passerbys, turn right again, move straight to the faculty desk, and miss isn't here. The club moderator that asked me to be here, isn't here.

Its fine, its fine, there's still time to wait for 30 minutes maximum. I grab a book from the nearby library, and read it until there lies a paper heart in soft maroon between the pages. I beginning writing for the first draft of a third chapter to some random day and have it be cutoff by its continuation.

"-so miss said she made a mistake" my boyfriend says, as a surprise.

"...what"

"she made a mistake with the dates."

The thing that made the most sense, what was being hoped for in the blue hours of the day, became true. The wish has come true, but i felt compelled to stay for no particular reason.

"actually serious for a second, do you think i could help you guys with your work for a bit?"

"do you mean the props? are you sure? you could really go back home at anytime."

I don't really like home, or house if we're being really honest. If anything, I feel like home is someplace far from my house.

"Its fine! plus I get to help a dumbass."

"fuck u"

"love you too"

And so, 11 hours went by with me helping out my same friend group that happened to be part of the props department, and other higher levels, and somehow the day didn't feel wasted. The album reaches its main track, American Boyfriend, and I soon leave the school to meet my bedsheets face-first. Maybe the next day will be the same uphill battle to do something though, maybe I'll find out when I wake up then.