#but i was so damn picky about my pics

[aurorangen]

A birthday barbecue!

[thesupreme316]

hi i never requested before but how would aew boys react to you being in wwe and winning money in the bank and cashing in if you can can you add Christian Cage and Kenny Omega💚

AEW Stars React to: You Winning Money In the Bank and Cashing It In

Pairings: Christian Cage x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Hook x Reader, Daniel Garcia x Reader, Samoa Joe x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Supreme Speaks: hi anon and thanks to requesting (welcome to the dark side). I hope everyone reading this enjoys it. Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: not proofread, GIFS AINT MINE, mentions of reader are gender neutral until specified

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey @cassie0sstuff

Backstory:

You worked all year long and you proved yourself to be strong and powerful enough to compete in the Money In The Bank (men’s or women’s; whichever you prefer)

So this first 20-minutes of the match was spent with you bouncing off of ladders, using weapons to your advantage, diving off the top rope onto your opponents, and making memorable moments for the crowd

Finally, after damn near thirty minutes, you climbed the ladder for the final time and pulled down the briefcase to thunderous cheers. You smiled so hard that your mouth started to hurt as you went to the back to watch the rest of the PPV

BUT THEN

You noticed during a championship match (although it was already over), that the champion was injured. You grabbed your briefcase and a referee and ran to the ring as your theme song played (and the crowd gave the biggest pop in your career).

You cashed in the briefcase as the champion looked at you in disbelief and disgust. As soon as the bell rung, you performed your finishing move and got the victory (pinball or submission; I aint picky)

With tears of joy, you received your newly won championship. You celebrated with the crowd and your family/friends who were in attendance before going to the back where someone else made their happiness for you loud and clear…

Christian Cage

THIS MAN IS BEYOND HAPPY

What really popped him was the fact you used his chair move to your advantage

As someone who helped popularize the use of ladder matches, he was subconsciously dissecting your match

He did get scared a couple of times, but he still had faith in you

When you cashed it in, Christian damn near screamed his head off

Luchasuarus had to keep himself from laughing as Christian damn flew off the chair

Immediately called you and told you how proud he was; sent you flowers that arrived seconds after he said it

“How did-“

“I decided on a neutral message just in case of things…don’t read the other side”

I honestly think that he would reference you in promos to show how good his life is

Ricky Starks

THIS MAN CANNOT BE STOP PART 69 (wink wink)

He actually came with you backstage and sat with Cody and Brandi as he watched you own the night

He was the first person you hugged backstage, he made sure of it

Ricky was more concerned about your health than you winning the matches, so he’s just happy that you’re okay

Posts a pic dump of you getting ready, you winning, y’all hugging and shit

Can’t shut up about it while also taking credit for some moves

“That spear off the ladder was my idea…what do you mean Edge did it first?….I told you that yo-someone has an ego problemm”

After you have relaxed and rested for a couple of hours, it’s time that you guys actually celebrate

Or as Ricky likes to call it “Stroke Daddy Time”

Kenny Omega

This nice too bean will always be supportive of you

Posted not-so-subtle pictures of him in your merchandise

Was the first one to congratulate you publicly and privately

Kenny is the one to also dissect your match but just looking for inspiration for future matches

Although he couldn’t attend, he was on FaceTime as you received your title plates and photoshoot (hyping you up all the way)

“LOOK AT Y/N! YOU LOOK GREAT, YOUR TITLE LOOKS GREAT-Is that Austin Creed near you? Y/N run away”

I think after Kenny would have (unironically) the customizable pants with your face everywhere on it

I also think that Kenny would have ring gear that refers to your historical night

Calls you his lil bout machine (aww, aint y’all so cute…throws up)

Eddie Kingston

Okay listen man’s is so damn proud of you

Like Kenny, he couldn’t attend (also, despite your matches, he didn’t wanna be in attendance) but he made sure that you knew how happy he is for you

Posted a pic dump of your wins with a simple caption: “They did it mothafuckas”

Eddie will spam you with texts ranging from congratulations to lemme hold the title

I also think it would encourage Eddie to work harder in the ring so both of you can be on top of the world

If you’re a woman (or go by female pronouns), I guarantee you (motherfucking guarantee you) he will make a post or a shoot interview about how important women’s wrestling is

“Did you see what Y/N did? That was revolutionary! See what happens when you support women’s wrestling….douchebags”

He would proceed to tell everyone…including Claudio…how you’re now the only person he likes and tolerates

Hook

Baby boy is looking at you with stars and hearts in his eyes

He was just so astounded that you were able to achieve two things within one night

I have this idea that Hook sneaks backstage (aka no one really knows when or how he got backstage; or when he leaves/appears) basically he’s Batman

So like no one saw Hook come backstage but two and two together when they saw you hug

Whispers to you when you’re close enough how much he admires you

“To be honest, you’re the coolest person I’ve ever met. And tonight solidified it.”

Doesn’t post a dump but will instead post a simple behind-the-scenes pic on his story

Expect him to tell the Lads….and then prepare for the Lads to post about you

Samoa Joe

HEHEHE MY MAN

As a man who was in WWE, he understands how important this was to you and is happy that you survived

I bet he would get you a shirt that says “I survived my first money-in-the-bank match”

Joe def cackled when you did his whole “walk away” shtick when someone was trying to dive off the ladder

“I TAUGHT EM THAT! I DID THAT SHIT! It’s funnier when I do it tho.”

I think Joe would also give you a heart-to-heart about the business and how much this will impact your career

Is excited to see how your character will evolve from here

Def gives you ideas to turn heel and become a menace in the division

Daniel Garcia

SOMEONE WOULD NEED TO TASE THIS MAN-

He would not be able to shut up; you would need to duct tape his mouth shut and then take his voice box

Spam tweets and deletes the ones where people would raise eyebrows at him

Pretends to be a crazed fanboy like how he is for Blackpink (or Twice)

“OMG Y/N! KICK ME DOWN THE STAIRS! SPEAR ME-“

For your celebration, I can see Daniel taking you to a nightclub with Isiah (you will be appearing on the vlog, you have no choice)

And then another club….and then a bar…yeah bruh you getting blackout drunk (or at least hyped if you don’t drink)

Is genuinely happy for you (a lil jealous) and excited to see where you go from here

Also, he quietly asks for you to make an appearance in AEW

[yakuzacanons]

hello i saw judgment asks were open and i audibly cheered for joy! could i get some yagami dating headcannons both sfw and nsfw please!! i love this man more than life itself please bless me up!!

YAGAMI TIME MY BELOVED finally let's give it up for my boy ( I am in love with him???)

For a guy who does detective work for a living, Yagami can be laughably dumb and awkward. This is actually super adorable to most people, although he thinks it's super embarassing.

Super good at hiding his hand, if that makes sense. He will not tip you off in any sense with even the slightest hint that he's into you. You will not be able to tell by looking so don't try.

Definitely more of an "actions speak louder than words" guy. If he likes you, then he's going to see you. That's that.

One of the better texters of all of the boys. Understands emojis and responds pretty quickly. Does not understand any memes to save his life. Send him animal pics though, he likes that.

Don't be afraid to blow up his phone! He's a busy boy so he might pass out without remembering to call you, but if you call him he will answer, even if he's very sleepy.

Speaking of sleep, he's either sleeping like a stone or the lightest of lightweights. Depending on whichever kind of sleep he got the night before, he will either be very energetic when he sees you or the softest boy.

Genuinely not picky or choosy about what kind of partner he has. Super open minded and not judgemental at all (despite the game's title). Amazingly easy to talk to, especially with anything you struggle with. Super dependent guy and very supportive.

What Yagami DOES show when he's into someone is an interest in facts. Where are you from? When's your birthday? What's your favorite color? What're you doing today? Man has questions, man needs answers.

A confession is 50/50, he kind of goes with the vibe. If he gets the feeling you'd want him to confess first, he'll go for it. Not super showy but he does have a slight flair for making the moment cute.

Winner of most handsome boyfriend award. Even when you two are going steady, it will take a long as time for you to not get tangled up in how charming he is. Shit, that might never wear off.

He's one of the more experienced boys with dates, less so with long term relationships though. He knows where to go, what to eat, what gifts to get, etc. Don't ask him about decorating an apartment. He don't know shit.

Everyone always assumes that Yagami is not a sexual guy because he's on the quiet side (plus he won't openly flirt like Kaito will with someone he likes). Ironic, given that between the two Yagami is the top (more on that later).

Slightly higher than average sex drive, but working long nights all by himself have given him an ungodly tolerance so if you're busy, he can wait. Normally, he'd just jack off but in a relationship, that energy gets pent up until the next time you guys fuck so... watch out.

Again, Yagami isn't a picky guy and is pretty open minded so if you've got kinks, he's not going to back down. He's seen so much weird shit from work in general that it's super hard to phase him. Maybe like no knife-play though? There IS a limit somewhere.

Noisy fuck. Moans like a motherfucker and sounds damn good while doing so. Typically can go a couple rounds, depends on how tired he is. Also, he loves kissing in pretty much every form.

Two important notes: he looks super angelic when he's sleeping, so if you wake up before him, be sure to take in the view. Second of all: pull. his. hair. Just do it. Trust me. It'll be music to your ears. You're welcome.

[nurgletwh]

Hey all! You’re about to see why this got so delayed when Tumblr ate my post. >.<

Remember how I’ve previously stated “I disappeared because I had issues, but no worries!”?

Yeah.

Not so much this time. Which has only sunk in with retrospect and time. (@grumpyoldsnake is gonna be “I told you so!!!)

It still doesn’t really feel that way, because the human mind is stupendous at deemphasizing how much danger you might really be in/were in.

Some of this might be covering ground I’ve already covered here or elsewhere. However, I think having it all in one place and all sequenced together will not only help me keep things straight but give it all perspective.

With that out of the way, let’s see if I can not only keep this all the fuck straight but remember what ground I need to cover. I’m putting the rest under a cut for a couple of reasons. It’s long, and it may be triggering for some people. Please let me know if I’ve missed a tag I should have added.

October 2023

I went back to the Dr. to get my medications adjusted, as my blood sugar had gone back up. (Side note: I hadn’t been properly and regularly testing my blood sugar. I was exhausted and sleeping what felt like all the time with no energy to do much of anything at all.) For whatever reason, my blood pressure comes back rather shockingly high (164/108!!), not in line with what it’s been at all. I comment that I’ve never seen it that high, and the nurse says to have the doctor check it after I’ve been there a while.

It doesn’t happen because I’m forgetful.

My cholesterol also comes back high, but that’s been creeping up for years, so no shocker there.

Diabetes medications are adjusted, one is added for the cholesterol. By the time I get home, there’s another one for my blood pressure. I shrug and add it to my pile, since my blood pressure had never come down as far as I thought it should in the first place.

November 2023

Back for a follow-up appointment. My sugar levels haven’t changed all that much, and my blood pressure still comes back as pretty damn high, and I make a mental note to test it at home more regularly, because it doesn’t seem right.

Warning: diet talk.

———

We talk about stuff and whatnot, and decide to try Ozempic (as its original purpose was for diabetes) as the next step to get my blood sugar down.

I was aggravated as he goes on about things like how I’ll feel better for losing some weight, and I half-assed express a few concerns because I have disorganized eating habits. I already don’t eat consistently, and I firmly believe my current weight “problems” are due to my disorganized eating patterns (as well as picky eating and just not really wanting to eat in general) in my youth leaving me borderline malnourished. Most of my teen years were spent trying to get me to gain weight. FYI: being significantly underweight for a long time is a great way to have issues with being overweight later.

I go home with a prescription for Ozempic. Fine and dandy, although I’ve been getting the impression he doesn’t really listen all the time.

———

December 2023

Christmas happens, travel happens, fun happens.

January 2024

Cute cat pic, just because. :-)

Next appointment. My blood pressure still reads significantly higher than normal (156/92), and higher than it has been at home, but what with travel and all, I haven’t really been testing it to back up that assertion. The doctor tests it and gets approximately the same result.

I get another prescription for an additional blood pressure medication.

(Can you guess where this one is going?)

I woke up a few days later with a massive headache that wouldn’t go away. I didn’t connect this at the time, but based on what happened next, I think it was.

The day after that I felt a bit dizzy. When I wasn’t feeling much better by lunch, I took my blood pressure and got 94/68. I took it again and got about the same thing, so I had my coworker (who is also a volunteer EMT) test it. He got 100/54. I continued to check it throughout the day, but it wouldn’t stay consistent. I bugged out of work early, finally sending a… well, grouchy message to the doctor (after hours, unfortunately) firmly expressing my frustration that I wasn’t believed when I stated my at-home readings, pointing out I am also an EMT.

My reading was 96/74 when I went to bed.

I felt even shittier the next day. BP was 94/62 that morning; I stayed home from work. The doctor responded to my message when the office opened, discontinuing the most recently added BP med, sanctioning the choice I’d already made. :-P

Unfortunately, my BP continued to plummet throughout the afternoon and evening. I sent a message that evening and asked what to do, continuing my pattern of sending messages after the office closed. 🙄

I took my blood pressure using my automated cuff before going to bed. It errored out twice before I got this:

Lovely, eh?

(The systolic generally reads 8-10 low, but the diastolic is generally bang on.)

I took it manually; 80/54. I send a follow-up message with those readings.

I felt awful the next morning. The act of sitting up made me dizzy. I stumbled out to the living room and called in to work again; I was in no condition to drive. My heart rate was elevated to around 100-110 (it normally runs fast, about 80-90 in the morning).

By late morning, the automatic cuff wouldn’t do anything but error out. I sent another message asking at what point I should go to the ER. I didn’t get a response from the doctor, but did from one of the nurses, who told me that anything under 90 systolic with symptoms qualified.

What. The. FUCK.

I basically decided that if it got worse, I’d go in. I told a friend to check in with me regularly and stayed in my recliner, drinking water and Gatorade to at least get fluid in.

The lowest reading I got on my manual cuff was 78/52. FYI: I should have been in the hospital the day before. This is “almost died” moment number 1. I was a fucking idiot. Denial is deadly.

——

I think this needs split up; I’m gonna post this now and keep writing, because I’m going to hit some sort of character limit sooner or later. O.o

[squigglywindy]

Squiggles' Cousin Plays The LU Name Game

So, my cousin. Y'all may know her as the person I referenced in an ask game once as the only person who knows I'm on Tumblr. I am exactly 31 days older than her and we have been inseparable for life, but she knows nothing about LU. She knows that I like "that one comic called something about Zelda" (rip she was not paying attention) but that is it. She hasn't played any games or seen anything about LU. Just know she can be a lil inappropriate and I edited her a little but, y'know. It was funny.

I will call her Gertrude because it's...well, it's what I call her. But it is very much not her name, it's a dumb joke I like to tease her about that no one else uses so I think it's a safe pseudonym to use.

So I messaged her today and was like "hey you're playing the name game I'm sending the pics tell me what you think" and like the good cousin that she is, she played along. I screenshotted some of what I thought were absolute quality frames from the last few updates and ran with it.

It went something like this...

Gertrude: ✨Alligator Warrior✨

Gertrude: Frog

Me: You have got to be more creative

Gertrude: Okay. Sir Henry Hop if you're gonna be picky

Gertrude: Sir Edgar Fair Legs. He looks like a fairy, but it's not fairy legs. It's Fair Legs

Gertrude: Sir Edgar Fairy Legs Jr. This one is actually a fairy

Me: You can't do two Edgars

Gertrude: I CAN IF THAT'S HIS SON AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT IS NOT EDGAR'S CHILD

Gertrude: Big eyed fairy boy that has attachment to blanket. His name is um...Sir Lucy. But he is known as The Boy With An Emotional Attachment To A Blue Blanket

Gertrude: You if you were a cartoon. Idk Edgar I guess

Me: THEY CANNOT ALL BE EDGAR

Gertrude: OH! OH I'VE GOT IT! SAD SAM!

Gertrude: Oh. Oh so they're fruity fruity.

Me: Gertrude please

Gertrude: Squiggs look at them. That's a whole fruit basket I have never seen a fruitier human and I love them

Me: What is his name

Gertrude: Idk he thinks he's all that and a bag of chips though. Um. OH I KNOW! FRUITY FRED!

(And then she sent me a video of her demonstrating what she thinks he walks like and it was hilarious and unfortunately includes her face so y'all just know it was quality and involved a lot of hair flipping)

Gertrude: Oh that's Mark

Me: That's it?

Gertrude: Yeah he's just Mark

Gertrude: OH. OUGH. OFNDJKFDSHJKFDS. UHHHH. SEXY EDGAR

Me: NOT ANOTHER EDGAR

Gertrude: HE IS SIR EDGAR FAIR LEGS' YOUNGER LESS SUCCESSFUL BUT SEXIER BROTHER HIS NAME IS CAMERON BUT EVERYONE CALLS HIM SEXY EDGAR

Gertrude: Wowza. You know what Doja cat said about big noses

Me: Gertrude focus

Gertrude: His name is definitely Samuel. Samuel Elk Boy. He can turn into an elk

Gertrude: OH GOSH. SO MANY THOUGHTS AT ONCE WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS KID

Me: THIS IS MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED TREAD CAREFULLY

Gertrude: Bowling ball looking eyeballs. He's adorable but my gosh he can see noises. He can see the sound waves. He can find my potential in life. Damn 👁👄👁

Me: GERTRUDE

Gertrude: OKAY I'M SORRY. IT'S BILLY. BILLY WITH THE BIG ASS EYES

Gertrude: Oooh a girl. I know she could kick anybody's ass. AND cook up a storm. MRS. EDGAR

Me: WHY

Gertrude: If she's not married to Sexy Edgar she should be. She deserves it

Me: Let her be her own person. Give her a name

Gertrude: HE TOOK HER NAME, FOOL. IT'S HIM THAT DOESN'T HAVE ONE

Gertrude: Sexy Wolf. Mrs. Edgar turns into this wolf

Me: She does not

Gertrude: She should

Me: Thank you for participating you did terrible

Gertrude: Yeah whatever I'm still thinking about those big ass eyes they saw things I didn't know existed

[cescalr]

Appearances: Harry Potter Ensemble - Pt 1.

So. As someone who writes a lot of fanfic, I don't always decide to borrow directly from the source material for the appearances of the characters. I'll admit that my canon compliance for that can be tangential at best; mostly down to hair and eye colour, whilst everything else is different. This can lead to some confusion in my fics, because my worst sin in this regard that i'm inconsistent in how I portray them. I have multiple fcs and sims of characters, and I sort of just swap between them at whim. So this is a masterpost list of all the different appearances each portrayal of the HP ensemble cast I use. I'll also try and say which fics I pictured as which faces, because why not.

Let's get started, shall we?

Harry Potter. [+ James Potter, because they're meant to be almost identical.]

First, we'll go with documenting the protagonist.

For a canon-compliant Harry, I made this artbreeder a while ago;

Lord above that's ginormous. Anyway. I'm not, like, 100% happy with this, but here it is.

As may be a fairly obvious choice, my main fc for Harry is Darren Criss. He does a great job fitting the visual aspect of Harry, and an even better job of him being identical to his father; Darren Criss makes a perfect James Potter. All you need to do is watch AVP to know that one.

And, as a sidenote; Look at them <3 this is the golden trio, right here!! Sure, Ron's a bit off, not tall enough, nose not long enough, but he works really well for the role, so I don't care.

But he does a pretty good broody harry, too, so I tend to think Darren Criss when I think Harry James Potter.

Again; for a slightly more book compliant Harry (aka; a wholly white Harry) there's a young Peter Capaldi. In these pics specifically, lol.

James Potter by Michelle-Winer on DeviantArt <- there's also this depiction of James as the actor for Will Graham from Hannibal, which works pretty damn well for both James and Harry.

Unfortunately, people don't credit as often as they should on Pinterest; (1) Pinterest this is a very good James, and if anyone happens to know who drew it, that's really necessary to know. He looks just like my James sim, fr. Took the image right from my brain.

He looks a little less like his dad and more like his mum here, which is Incorrect, but I still like these sims.

Ron Weasley.

Next up on the list is Ron.

I made this artbreeder a while ago. I think this is basically perfect, and looks exactly like how I think of him, except the nose is too short.

The blog is gone, but this art by xia-hainex has always been my favourite Ron fanart.

I'm very picky about Ron's face. I don't have an actor fc for him.

But I do have a sim :). You can see the influence, lol.

Hermione Granger.

Hermione has the most fcs out of the Golden Trio. 5 in total. First, her more canon-compliant artbreeder;

Next; those five fcs.

First up; a duo of fcs - one for her younger years, and one for that version's older years. Ella Eyre + Stevvi Alexander.

Of course, as shown above, there's always Bonne Gruesen, who played her in AVP. Which, as you can see, was an image that held a lot of mix dominance in the artbreeder (which I did through combining various images of these five women, plus some general tweaks.)

Nathalie Emmanuel is a version where Hermione kept the buck teeth :D. Would mostly be used in muggle AUs.

But this ^ really does look like book 7 Hermione during the horcrux hunt, don't you think?

Grace Byers is a bit glamorous for Hermione, I'll admit. Sometimes I use her for her mother, instead.

Elarica Johnson is the final fc option for HG, very similar to Nathalie Emmanuel. If I were to give HG a sister, she'd probably end up with Elarica whilst Hermione keeps Nathalie. Also an option for her mother, I suppose.

Because I should mention this; I often use Hayley Law for Mrs. [heacanon name: Eudora] Granger. I haven't actually got an fc for her dad, but the one consistent thing about him is that he's Jewish, but he can be european or african or middle eastern or whatever, I don't care about that part. (Same, really, for Mrs. Granger. The one prerequisite I suppose is that they not match; my Hermione is biracial, and has the specific complication of passing as (depending on the person guessing) either ethnically White British or solely Ashkenazi Jewish, even if her father is not that. Most people miss the black half of her ancestry if they never meet her parents. And, to note, thanks to the schools she was sent to and the care her family took, Hermione has never experienced explicit racism towards herself, and her first personal exposure to prejudice is the whole Muggleborn mistreatment thing. It hits her pretty hard :(.)

[And, to note; I know that my Hermione's ancestry does not match the ancestry of the FCs, and that the situation regarding... all that doesn't really work with some of them, but I'm also not really happy with any one of these, particularly. Hermione's always been the one I find hardest to cast, because my thoughts are so specific but not... exactly refined.]

This is my sim of her, which of course matches what's in my head better than any fc ever realistically could. She's also pretty close to the artbreeder, just, you know, better. Because it's not ai generated. (I tend to use artbreeder as a visual aid when creating the base ideas for things, nothing more.)

Her mum and dad, for reference.

And that's the GT, so. Onto the next part! [For those wondering; I will keep hitting the image limit, doing this, so need to move on once I do.]

[bitchkay]

Predicament

My hair needs doing

Right

Needs a wash and a fresh style

Need to buy shampoo and braiding hair, I have some in my stash but yall know I wear green hair I need to top up

The issue

Graduation pictures

I am in my third year and I will be graduating from this college come june

I have get grad pic done soon

I'm not one of them white girls that cam wake up in the morning and curl they hair nah this shit need to be planned out, this shit need to be scheduled, this is type 4 hair on this head

Now I was gone pop out with my star ponytails and get my hair cut this undercut getting real nappy

But if I'm getting graduation pictures I cant do that hair style, imma need this head to be in a style that can fit under a graduation cup hun

But I cant do box braids again, not yet anyway

I had braids in my highschool grad pictures, I cant be a hairstyle repeater who do you think I am

I'm nothing if not intricate with my hairstyles, imma get braids but not for this occasion okay baby

I gotta look at least a little classy, imma still have my green hair, imma still look like I spent three years in art school but imma look like a damn college graduate okay

I had a frohawk for my grade 8 too graduation, I always pop out😚

However comma

I was thinking of getting a buss down middle part green wig for my actual graduation like the ceremony

What if I just got that a little earlier for the pictures and get it reinstalled for the ceremony

HOWEVER COMMA

We low on funds baby

Wigs are expensive and imma(probably????????????) be going on a little grad trip w/ my friends and I still ain't paid my share, I still have some time before I absolutely need to but bitch the cost of my share would leave me w/ 75 cents💀💀 left over in my bank account

I do not be having the money for no wig bitch I dont be having the money to go nowhere either I might not even go tbh as much as I want too

The real problem here tho is

What the fuck do I do w my hair

I wanna do my star ponytails but I can't wear that in grad photos especially since it cant fit that comfortably under a graduation cap not to mention compared to my highschool photos it wont compare like I'm not 17 anymore you know, I'm gonna be 21 this year

My grad pictures just have to be kvnt I wont accept less

Also if I do end up braiding my hair it has to be specific like I'm actually going to be picky about that

Which would mean ordering the braiding hair online the same way I'd have to order the wig

And again a bitch does not gave money and a bitch does not have time either like I need to get these pictures done soon if I'm going to get them

I also need to apply to graduate soon--

I also should be worrying about some of my classes so that I can graduate--

ANYWAY

I don't know what to do with my hair😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And I'm gonna stress about it😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'm gonna throw up all that rice if I don't get this anxiety undercontrol😣😣

[lxndonorris]

you say you post about many drivers but its just max.

Post more charles, lando and pierre.

Youre a lando Fan arent you

So much to unpack here, and I normally dont entertain this but Im in a good mood.

1. Yes, I am a max fan. Hes my fave, always has been. I feel like we need more people to support him on and offline tbh. He is honest, and kind but will tell you what he thinks off you without sugarcoating it. I like that. And I follow so many awesome people that post him!

2. Also yes, to being a Lando Fan. He has a similar personality to max, and I chose this url for a reason. Idk if I had changed it wouldnt it destroy the masterlist. But I dont regret keeping it either.

3. Me too anon? Id love to follow more people to see more different drivers on my dash. But Ive been here for 6 years, more or less, and let me tell you that so many people post stuff that isnt for me.

Show me Blogs that dont trash other drivers, dont make fun of other drivers, dont wish harm on other drivers and I will gladly follow them.

Damn, I scrolled through the este and pierre tags and my posts came up rather quickly. And I am not on insta much to collect pics.

Please. If you know fun blogs that are giving off good vibes and hype up their faves without trashing others, I will gladly follow them and share their pics.

I too want to see more charles, carlos, pierre, este, lando, oscar, daniel, nico and so on.

Im just picky and its hard!!!!!!

[jodilin65]

I'm completely baffled by the fact that my visitor counter keeps going up on LJ but no visitors ever get recorded on my log.

They posted the pics from painting class and damn do I look huge! Short, old, and huge, lol. My arms are so huge that they round out in these half-moons. Tom doesn’t think so but you know how we always see ourselves differently than others. Either way, I just can’t get myself to take my weight seriously. I’d rather eat when I’m hungry and indulge every now and then than be hungry all the time even if it means I won’t quite be as healthy and there are more health risks involved. Sometimes I don’t even know if I could take it seriously if it was a matter of life or death. Maybe I could 20 or 30 years ago but now? I hope I won’t have to find out!

I still find myself stuck with a sense of emptiness and finality. Then again I don’t know if emptiness is the right word because it isn’t like I don’t have things to occupy my time. I just feel like there isn’t much hope for much change in the future. As I’ve mentioned numerous times before, once you get to a certain age it gets to be a case of been there, done that. The less money we have, the fewer opportunities we have as well. It seems I spend more time dealing with my health than anything else.

Started to lose energy after organizing things but then I perked back up. Still think I’m low on thyroid.

No mention of the paper journal I left on the counter in the bathroom in the clubhouse in hopes of someone finding it and curiously reading it. I don’t know how legible it would be since I wrote in it on the road and it sometimes got bumpy. I also abbreviated a lot and I don’t mean just the typical commonplace abbreviations either but abbreviations that only I would understand. The fact that it wasn’t mentioned makes me think someone ditched it, it’s still sitting there, or someone is reading it and not mentioning it. The thought of someone reading it with curiosity and interest amuses me for some reason. I might be curious to read it too, depending on what was in it. I like reading some journals here and there but I’ve never been interested in people’s stories. That’s what Kindle Unlimited is for. I’m very picky in what I read, too. It must be well-written, and the only genres I really like are mysteries, thrillers, and suspense.

The honker went out with his girlfriend and left me with his howling mutt. It howled longer than usual, too. I wish he would just go home already! His truck and his girlfriend’s SUV were there, though, so I’m guessing they walked down to the clubhouse or to someone’s house. Unless they were in bed fucking and the dog felt jealous and neglected, I don’t think they were home. Her SUV is gone now. I know she’s spent the night over there before but I wonder if he ever spends the night at her place and if he does, does he take his dog? They really seem to be spending a lot of time together and I wonder how it may impact his time here. I just want him, his motorcycle, and his mutt out of here! The rain kept him off the motorcycle today but I’m sure it will go out tomorrow which means I’ll have to crank the damn sound machine up. I hate it when I’m forced to do things in my own house on account of others. My living arrangements shouldn’t have to revolve around others but it could be worse. The sound machines were defenseless most of the time against the traffic at the old place. I don’t miss the days of being woken up 2 to 4 times a week. That was very hard on me. It was almost like being in the NHA all over again. I hope the storms won’t make up for it in a few months.

Tom doesn’t think the honker will move down here permanently even if they do get serious. But what about her moving into his house even if she’s in it by herself throughout the summer? Tom said that if anything he would sell his place. That would make more sense since her place is brand new. The idea of him selling his place excites me and also makes me nervous because I know something worse could end up over there. These kinds of places aren’t what they were in the 80s. I learned that 11 years ago. Yes, it’s now been over a decade that I’ve lived in adult communities. Can’t see him selling it, though. Don’t know why but I just can’t.

Love how my PB buddy is loving Swell and so grateful that I mentioned it in my journal. The digital one, of course. Glad he’s enjoying it!

So the Dream Kit app analyzed my dream of us adopting a kid, which I mentioned in my last entry. Here it is but what professional life other than working for Prolific? lol

The dream about adopting a 9-year-old girl may symbolize a desire for nurturing and caring for others. The fact that the girl is being connected to someone who has passed away in the dream could represent a sense of responsibility or duty to fulfill someone else’s wishes. The concern about your schedule and being in an adult community may reflect your apprehension about taking on new responsibilities and adjusting to changes in your life. It’s possible that this dream is prompting you to consider how you balance your personal and professional life, and how you can make room for caring for others while still taking care of yourself.

[necroneos]

Noteworthy things about Maruki's model (aka my bitching about how weird his model is)

I'm just gonna come out and say it: Maruki's model is a lil wonky. You'd think, that just like Ren, he could easily be ported to other platforms with no issues. Well apparently not because his glasses texture is dog shit

What is this even??? You can try to apply it to his model but just like when you load him without modifications, the glasses just look black. From a previously mentioned Twitter user I know, it's mainly a game engine thing. These ARE the textures, but the game does some weird shit that somehow makes it look like he's wearing glasses. I've tried taking this pic and lowering it so it's transparent but it turns out black. I've tried lowering the transparency so it's just really light but then it looks like an opaque grey and it's frustrating as hell.

AND APPARENTLY HE HAS TWO LENSES?

What is even up with this man's model?

The glasses in Ren's model don't seem to be suffering, but they also apparently work differently

The Twitter user I know said they used a texture they modified (They're a freelancer with formal training) and sent it to me, so maybe that could be used to finally port him to MMD. Cause in pictures he's shown me, HE SOMEHOW LOOKS NORMAL WITHOUT HAVING TO USE ANY SHADERS???

modified texture in question:

was my effort in vain

that I do not know

also wtf is up with his metaverse outfit (in battle)

You can apply everything just right but these chest button things are so god damned picky

“NO, NO FULL BODY TEXTURE >:((“

“YAY MASK TEXTURE AM HAPPY NOW”

it's like ATLUS hates us and they'll let us play with the main character models (PT) but then you have Maruki and they're all “naw no sorry bruh”.

[flora-bigs]

DAMN this is truly forbidden...

MOTHER FUCKER. i might literally just have to post it as a tumbly post. under the readmore i guess

flower: been having small daydreams abt heathers slash fic queen robyn: heather? flower: heathers flower: the hit 1989 movie starring winona ryder and christian slater queen robyn: never heard of it flower: mean girls if mean girls was good + included murder queen robyn: oh fuck

flower: i wanna watch it as a family before we do the monsterhearts thing flower: it's a REALLY dark comedy queen robyn: pffffft ok but "watch it as a family" is legit queen robyn: the CUTEST thing you ever said flower: not as cute as my unwritten heathers slash fic flower: where heather chandler doesn't die but instead has a gay crisis involving veronica queen robyn: kill her with love flower: and heather macnamara and heather duke hook up on the side queen robyn: and maybe some casual feeding queen robyn: theres multiple heathers? queen robyn: well, i guess its in the name

flower: yeah they're all named heather flower: heather chandler, heather duke, heather macnamara and veronica sawyer flower: veronica gets to hang out with them mostly because she's really good at forging handwriting queen robyn: and theyre popular girls so im sure theyre all brats flower: of course they are flower: Veronica's not but she hangs out with them and like flower: is complacent in brattiness

flower: ive never seen jawbreaker but it has the same plot as heathers im p sure (accidental murder) but there's a line in it where the popular girls are gonna find someone, tie her to the flagpole and 'stuff her pretty face with pancakes' flower: so what if the heathers @ veronica queen robyn: SWEATS

flower: at some point veronica wrongs the heathers somehow bc she's not cool enough flower: and they threaten to undo her on monday queen robyn: omg…theyre ALL feeders flower: so over the weekend she makes a big deal of it and has sex w/ a school shooter and heather c dies because of it but what if she just waited until Monday and got tied up and fed to bursting and then one of the heathers (im not picky) had a weird gay crisis looking at her all stripped down and stuffed up queen robyn: she should have sex with the gay heather instead while shes tied and stuffed ideally flower: a) all heathers are gay b) tru

flower: MORE fuel for the fire: flower: in the musical (ambiguous in the movie) veronica is rly good friends w/ a girl named martha and martha is FAT queen robyn: omg….. flower: and unpopular because of it flower: and flower: in the heathers' big song there's a line flower: "keep on testing me, and end up like her"

flower: veronica and martha's friendship surviving is the happy ending and thats rly good queen robyn: awwww i like that flower: but like queen robyn: we can go gayer flower: i love the heathers flower: and at least one of the heathers is really into veronica and has no idea how to act about it

queen robyn: veronica let tied up in the gym at night, probably blindfolded, and gayest heather swings in without saying anything, just so she can kiss and stuff veronica more flower: omg flower: im gonna go with yes flower: MAN queen robyn: :33 you liked that huh? flower: i like my high school gays fucked up lowkey flower: brats -> bad rude arrogant teens queen robyn: define fucked up in this instance flower: like leaving your weird animosity-crush tied up in the gym overnight flower: cruel ? idk queen robyn: nice queen robyn: pretty cruel

flower: i love weird fucked up complicated lesbians flower: jealousy-power-crush flower: when you said swing i pictured literally like spiderman queen robyn: omfg queen robyn: i mean, if you want fucked up teens flower: heather duke the cheerleader just like trapiseing in to where veronica is tied up queen robyn: probably snapping pics too honestly flower: she's taunting and bragging about how everyone in the school is gonna see her like this flower: but she keeps them queen robyn: ok, so i havent seen the movie but what if all the heathers have real similar voices, so veronica cant tell which heather is tormenting her the most queen robyn: and this heather does more than tie her up like flower: biting flower: WEIRD head game shit queen robyn: maybe she positions veronica so shes like, almost face down and forced to eat a cake or fucking biting that shits fun af too flower: face down in a cake, bite ass queen robyn: fucking squeeze her boobs, call her a fat pig flower: veronica: squirm flower: heather: SQUIRM queen robyn: spanking even queen robyn: or hair pulling flower: tbh i bet the school has like flower: a paddle flower: for special cases queen robyn: …im gonna call you out on that part later queen robyn: but lets say theres a paddle flower: WHAT queen robyn: but heathers already bit the ass flower: it was the 80s they still did that queen robyn: oh, true

flower: bite ass, leave bruise queen robyn: bruises for sure queen robyn: maybe bruises from grabbing those thighs real hard too~ flower: those thighs w/ a little softness on them but nothing compared to what heather has in mind for her

flower: one heather dumps her another adopts her queen robyn: omg until they get to the queen who likes them huge flower: gay high school mental torture queen robyn: fucking love mental torture ngl flower: veronica messed up the power dynamic among the heathers and now theyre trying to rebalance and taking it out on veronica's figure queen robyn: omg yesssss! flower: but veronica is getting laid like EVERY NIGHT so shes not struggling a ton flower: like some for sure flower: its fucked up but flower: maybe she likes the attention queen robyn: omg yes. maybe people find out how much shes sleeping around (but never with WHO) so she gets this reputation for being a slut but really shes with these three heathers flower: i mean theyre all doing all these horribly humiliating things to her people are bound to find SOMETHING out queen robyn: i think finding her in the gym, tied up, covered in cake with her panties down her still tied legs would say enough flower: dont forget her grossly bloated belly queen robyn: the school probably TRIED to do something but veronica is like "no i have uh…a boyfriend. were kinky." and deflects any kind of charges queen robyn: oh that too! even though its the following morning flower: who knows what time a heather came to visit her queen robyn: 4 am queen robyn: just when veronica fell asleep and thought she was safe-ish flower: yeah like flower: ok im tied up in my underwear in the gym flower: this is pretty bad flower: i'll be found in the morning tho flower: hopefully not by a student queen robyn: better try to sleep to at least get some rest queen robyn: but nope flower: before dawn, someone creeps in flower: and all veronica can guess is 'heather?' before she gets her mouth stuffed fulla cake queen robyn: omg yes flower: the heather in question is bound to be talking nonstop just stream of consciousness flower: going between 'you fat pig' and 'you deserve this' to 'why am i doing this' and 'what is it about you' and 'this is your fault probably' queen robyn: ….omfg i fucking love it??? flower: weird insecure heather trying to justify the fact that shes just gay + mean queen robyn: with like, rough making out. very forceful, very toothy flower: biting in weird and painful spots flower: like flower: right where the butt meets the thigh queen robyn: omg yes queen robyn: or around the boobs queen robyn: not even on the boob like flower: sideboob bite queen robyn: veronicas given in, she wants some nippleplay at LEAST queen robyn: and heathers biting the underside of the boob

flower: veronica's diary mostly looks like "?????!!!!!!!??!!?!??!?!?!?!?!!??!!!?!" for a couple pages flower: so does heathers queen robyn: maybe thats why veronica keeps hanging out with the heathers like queen robyn: she doesnt know which one it is, so shes hanging out with all of them and get back with the mystery heather flower: and all the heathers lowkey can't get enough of her flower: heather duke has terrible gay urges but she cant make it REALLY bad for veronica because the other two heathers will come to veronica's defense queen robyn: her defense or to the defense to their claims on her? like they all want the right to say that veronica is THEIR bitch flower: what if veronica (she's savvy) starts picking up on some of this weird dynamic flower: and starts kinda stirring shit up passively flower: like queen robyn: like playing favorites whenever she helps them cheat flower: what if she wears like flower: a collar to school one day flower: and heather chandler just can't make eye contact w/ her queen robyn: I DIDNT WANT TO GO THERE BUT YOURE MAKING ME GO THERE HUH??? flower: hee hee flower: ok heather c is a hard domme you wanna hear her song flower: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQOoTX1Nxx8 its a rly good song + its sung at veronica + i think the dance includes lots of hip thrusting

queen robyn: she sounds like the type to use her daddys (or even worse, her bf's) money on a dominatrix outfit just for veronica, who of course, cant see queen robyn: what if the candy store is also partly literal and they stuff veronica with so much candy flower: ice cream and chocolate syrup and cake and gummies until she can barely stand, even though shes tied to the flagpole queen robyn: theres a sign that says "FAT PIG" around her neck flower: previously-flat stomach swollen and tight and bulging against the ropes flower: maybe they just write it on her chest w/ lipstick flower: and they leave her there to get found basically but one heather sneaks back and gives her a rough kiss and then runs away w/o a word flower: and then shes just left tied to the flagpole on a saturday morning, cold, nauseous, bloated and kinda turned on queen robyn: stuff her all weekend long

flower: if you make heather c have gay thoughts she'll tie you up somewhere public and force-feed you carbs until you're about to puke/burst flower: but then she gets more gay thoughts flower: so who is the real loser here queen robyn: you are for wanting it even more

flower: hair pulling, force feeding, bondage, humiliation, flower: veronica that's a free gf

flower: honestly by punishing veronica like that heather's just exposing her weakness queen robyn: willing victims of fucked up sexy shenanigans? flower: which can only prompt veronica to dress gayer flower: and Veronica's not admitting she's into it (she is) shes trying to pull a power play by continuously turning heather on in front of her clique flower: not so bulletproof queen robyn: what if it blows up in veronicas face though and her gay dressing turns on ALL the heathers? flower: of course it does flower: in different ways flower: u KNOW that heather wants heather to step on her flower: so if Veronica's showing up in ripped jeans and belly shirts and collars all the heathers are gonna start getting ideas flower: heather c is too rattled to be the full icy bitch she usually is, heather d is jealous/attracted and heather m is trying not to accidentally call veronica 'mommy' flower: and that's how you power bottom queen robyn: …omfg flower: every time a heather loses control and does something fucked up to her she becomes more powerful flower: it's way worse if she can get a heather alone in public flower: cause then there's no heathers to back them up/reinforce the cruelty flower: Veronica's rep is already ruined she's ready to go full gay flower: and ruin the heathers with her

queen robyn: flower im too weak… queen robyn: this is too good flower: Ripped Clothes queen robyn: too weak D: flower: futch sawyer really gaying it up around the heathers and making them all quietly lose it

flower: veronica in a letterman jacket and a rly tight blouse underneath flower: pushing the heathers insecure, gay little buttons even tho when one of them snaps it's another ambush and force-feeding for her to look forward to queen robyn: its like a reward for unleashing their gay flower: the more she teases them, slowly, the softer and curvier she gets flower: and idk if you've ever seen a curvy girl who dresses boyishly but it's extremely hot flower: even though it's heather holding the stack of pancakes and shoveling them into Veronica's mouth and making her eat three days worth of calories in under an hour, flower: it's veronica who's really in control

[ftm2bbw]

About

Hi. I'm a trans guy in his late 20's finally giving in to some of my more...questionable kinks. I've been having a number of fantasies about being force-feminized and fattened until I'm a bbw/ssbbw rather than a man. So I wanted a blog to indulge that and associated kinks. I'm also really into having these things forced on me, or being compelled to give into them for one reason or another.

Note: I have no interest in posting or sharing pics at the moment. That being said, I'm pretty short and pretty damn fat irl. I also have wide hips, a fat ass, and around E cup tits. And a lot of potential to grow...

FAIR WARNING: There will be some (usually forced) detrans kink content here, though I'm mostly into it from a re-feminization angle and not a bioessentialist one. Still, feel free to block if that makes you uncomfy.

Kink List

Weight gain

Feeding/Fattening (Especially force/compelled/conditioned)

Hypnosis / Mental Conditioning / Manipulation

Breast / Ass / Hip Expansion

Lactation

Force-feminization / Re-feminization

Fertility / Breeding / Pregnancy Risk

Some pregnancy (Hormonal/feminizing effects only)

Some detrans kink (Very picky about this though)

Some CNC

Some hucow stuff

Getting asks/dms about any of this because I'm a horny mess

[sleepysnk]

a/n: below are some personal hcs about the beach! :) i hope you all enjoy reading them! 🤍

characters: obito uchiha (duh!)

warnings: modern au, some spoilers to the chapters, some suggestive content, fluff, just overall cute content.

The Beach: Headcanons!

- one of my favorite headcanons is that Obito’s celebrity crush is SZA 😭. he’s the type to deadass talk about her to every single frat guy, and he loves her. he would also follow her everywhere because he’s just obsessed (in a healthy way!).

- Obito would eat those Mott’s fruit snacks all the damn time. he walks around the frat house literally eating a whole box because he’s been obsessed since his mom gave them to him when he was a kid. they are like a comfort food for him at this point 😭. DO NOT EVER TAKE HIS FRUIT SNACKS.

- Obito lost his virginity when he was in his junior year 😭, and he deadass ran away after because he hated it. he had to research so much about sex afterwards.

- me and @kxmisato have talked about this so many times, but Obito has this habit of biting you whenever he has the chance. he’ll bite your cheek or he’ll lay between your thighs and playfully bite your leg. he just can’t help but do it 😭.

- he’s allergic to strawberries. don’t ask why or how, but he’s very allergic. don’t give him strawberry’s 😑.

- believe it or not, but Obito loves to be little spoon sometimes. if you’re cuddling, sometimes he’ll switch positions so he’s laying on your chest. he feels so much comfort when you do this, and sometimes he’ll fall asleep like that. THIS BOY LOVES AFFECTION!! DON’T DENY HIM SOME CUDDLING.

- he spends 30 minutes trying to send the right picture to you. he will literally sit there and look at every photo before finding the right one. he’s so picky too 🙄, so if you take pics with him he will be such an ass.

- this guy hates tomatoes with a passion. the idea of them disgusts him, so don’t even try to convince him to try them.

- Obito really likes your cheeks. he’ll squeeze, bite, pinch, anything. he loves the way they look, and he’s obsessed with them. THIS GUY IS ADORABLE AND HE LOVES TO KISS THEM.

- he’s not afraid to moan 😏.

- since Obito plays basketball in the beach, he loves to try and teach you new things. he knows you’re not familiar with the sport, so he thinks it is his destiny to teach you about everything. he often teases you whenever you miss a shot, and you want to punch him whenever he makes fun of you. he’s also the type to beg for a kiss after he makes a shot. he’s corny like that, okay? 😭

- tackles you for absolutely no reason. you’ll be minding your own business and he’ll just tackle you on the couch with his arms tightly wrapped around you.

- LOVES TO PLAY-FIGHT.

- Obito often plays video games when he’s bored, so if you call him randomly, he’ll most likely be on the game. if you do, he’ll make sure to prop his phone up and move one of his headphones to the side so he can listen to you. he’s pretty good at responding, and he’s never the type to ignore you. it’s honestly super cute <3.

- has asked you multiple times to suck his dick while he plays games 🙄

- some of y’all might get an ick, but Obito would deadass threaten to fart on you if you don’t hug or cuddle him. HE WILL DEADASS TRY AND SCARE YOU BY TURNING AND PUTTING HIS BUTT IN YOUR DIRECTION 😭.

- since he’s allergic to strawberries, he avoids anything strawberry related except for the scent. he loves the scent, so he gets salty over being allergic. he also had a pink drink once and almost died because the worker left a strawberry in it 😭.

- Obito follows you around everywhere. he has a habit of just following you when you go into another room, and he’ll wait if you’re in the bathroom. he’s a clingy little shit <3.

- YOU CANNOT TAKE OBITO ANYWHERE IN PUBLIC. he’s often a dirty minded person, so he’ll go out of his way to brush his dick on your ass while you’re at the store. you’ll ignore it, but then he just keeps doing it to get your attention and you get annoyed because he won’t stop and you’re trying to shop. it usually ends with you giving him head in the parking lot.

- once threw a ball at your head, and he never ran faster in his life.

- I LOVE HIM SO SO MUCH 🥰.

[egcdeath]

finders keepers

summary: did captain america just steal your cat?

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, strangers to lovers

author’s note: it’s been way too long since i wrote some pure, self indulgent fluff. this has been quite the refreshing experience for me but i think it’s back to our regularly scheduled program after this ;)

you can find my masterlist and taglist here

Miso had an air of arrogance that you admired. She took the world by its kitty balls, doing whatever she pleased whenever she pleased. Your cat left the apartment for sometimes days at a time, and frequently led male cats to your door. To you, your cat was more like a roommate than a pet, hogging up most of your bed, standing on the counter while you attempted to make food for yourself, and leaving most areas dirtier than she originally found it. 

Okay, maybe you were personifying your cat a little too much. But after moving out to D.C., you were unspeakably lonely. Most days, it felt like Miso was all you had, and that you were all Miso had (save for her army of cat boyfriends). 

This made things all the more concerning for you when you’d realized that you hadn’t seen your cat companion in five days. Five whole days without the comforting vibration of her purr, her ungodly hours of wakeup calls demanding to be played with, or pet. The cherry on top was that the cat food outside your door appeared to be completely untouched.

In your frenzied realization of your missing cat, your mind raced with a thousand different terrible situations your dear Miso could’ve found herself in. You frantically clicked through pictures of her on an online album and attempted to find a photo that would capture her white fur with large blobs of auburn, and her vibrant blue eyes to put on your ‘MISSING’ sign. The longer you clicked, the more that you began to worry that she had been caught and kidnapped by some terrible person with bad intentions. 

You finally threw together the poster, sending it to your phone so that you could print it off at the OfficeMax down the street. Luckily for you, you didn’t make it that far, as the moment you began to lock the closed door of your apartment, you saw the unmistakable figure of your cat. 

In the arms of your neighbor.

Now, you’d never met Steve. He was an Avenger, Captain America to be exact, and you were just… you. You’d convinced yourself that attempting to introduce yourself to him would ultimately end in failure, and an embarrassing one at that. Maybe he’d scoff and walk away, or call Tony Stark in front of you and tell him about the crazy woman he just encountered. 

But none of that mattered. Captain America was stealing your fucking cat. 

“Excuse me, sir?” You asked, stepping away from your door and approaching the Greek God of a man to the right of you. 

“Oh, hey! We must be n-“

“You have my cat,” you said bluntly.

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve seemed to do a double take

“My cat, y’know, the feline in your arms.”

“Well, maybe we just have similar looking cats. This is Arabella.”

You nearly scoffed at this, shaking your head. First, Captain America kidnapped your cat, and now he’s trying to convince you that it’s not your cat? Yeah, you’d know Miso from a mile away. And what kind of name is Arabella?

“Arabella is a great name for her,” Steve retorted, pulling the cat closer to his chest. Shit, did you say that out loud?

“Well I think it’s time for Miso to come back home,” the cat’s ears perked at this, and she glanced over at you. The sight of you made her wiggle and hop out of Steve’s tight embrace, landing on her feet and trotting over to you. The damn cat rubbed her face against your calf and purred as if she hadn’t been cheating on you for long enough to have gained a new name.

You squatted down and rubbed the back of your hand against her cheek, and shook your head at your pet, “you’re getting put on probation, young lady.” 

She didn’t seem to mind, pacing back and forth around you. You glanced up and saw Steve with a rather neutral expression on his face, as if he was masking whatever it was that he was feeling.

“I’m sorry about that, ma’am. Uh, maybe I’ll see you both around sometime,” disappointment coated his every word before he opened up his apartment door and promptly closed it behind him. 

You were surprised at how quickly he conceded, but you weren’t particularly mad about it either. You weren’t sure what you’d do if you never got your Miso back.

——

A whole day later, you’d been in your apartment typing up an email when a soft rapping at your door got your attention.

“Just a second!” you called, hopping up and hurrying to the door. When you opened it, Steve was standing in front of you, waiting with an oversized box in his hands.

“These are some of Ar- Miso?” he trailed off, waiting for you to confirm the name, and you gave him a tiny nod. “These are some of Miso’s toys. I just figured if she’s not staying at my place anymore…”

As if on cue, Miso strolled up to the door, and stretched her arms up on Steve’s leg, begging to be picked up. The man glanced at you for approval, and you gave a dismissive shrug before he set down the box, and held up the cat.

Steve frowned as he held her, and frankly, it pulled on your heart strings. You had to remind yourself that this man had been holding your cat captive for at least a week, and at most… who knows. 

She clearly had a connection with him, and that was what intrigued you most. Miso was a very picky cat, and it was only occasionally that she found someone that she genuinely liked, let alone wanted to be picked up by. If you continued to watch the display of affection in front of you, you might just cave.

“Uh, I left something in the oven for a little too long, so I should probably go get that. Thanks for stopping by.”

Steve nodded, understanding that it was time for him to exit.

——

You should’ve seen this coming the minute Miso was back in your home. You stepped out of the shower one morning to find your front door slightly ajar, and your animal nowhere to be found. 

You huffed, frustrated that just three days after you told yourself that your cat was completely indoor from that point on, she had escaped. She could literally be anywhere at this point.

In a whirlwind, you threw on a sweatshirt and pants, ready to go print out the missing posters that you had designed just a few days ago. As you slipped on sneakers, you realized something very crucial. She might just be at Steve’s place.

You groaned aloud, rubbing your temple as you thought of how difficult your cat was being. You were becoming a bit nervous to approach Steve, you hadn’t gotten off to the greatest start, and if your cat wasn’t there, things might just be awkward.

Regardless, you knew you needed to try, so you exited your own home, and knocked on the door of Steve’s.

A few moments later, he appeared with your cat in tow. 

“Hey!” he paused and trailed off, “I never got your name before.”

“That’s what you care about right now?” you glanced down at your animal. “It’s Y/N, by the way.”

“Hi, Y/N. Miso and I were just enjoying breakfast, if you’d like to join us?”

Was Steve shooting his shot? 

“I appreciate your offer, but I think I’m alright. I have to get back to work, and my cat is still in your custody,” your eyes flickered down to the animal who stood proudly by his side. 

“Maybe some other time,” he shrugged. “You work from home?”

You nodded, then squatted down to get eye level with your cat. 

“I’m jealous,” he chuckled. “Alright, I’ll stop bothering you now. Bye Miso, see you around, Y/N.”

You picked up your cat, who briefly dug her nails into the ground in resistance before submitting to her capture. As you brought her back home, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d made the right choice.

——

Ever since you’d discovered Miso, or Arabella’s secret life, it’s like you couldn’t stop noticing her connection to Steve. 

Some days, she’d be gone until the dead of night, when she’d meow and paw at your front door until you woke up. Other times she’d be laying in bed with you, and she smelled distinctly of your neighbor. Your cat had single handedly turned a stranger into a thoroughly integrated part of your life.

It was as if Miso was now your child, and Steve your ex-husband in a Cold War style custody battle, where Miso seemed to prefer her father. It was slightly disheartening. At the very least, you knew she was in good hands. 

You held a throw pillow to your chest while you watched a rerun of a sitcom on your television, procrastinating in your work for as long as you possibly could. The sound of a knock on your door pulled you from your trance, and as you peeked through the peephole of your door, you saw a slightly distorted Steve.

Opening up the door, you gave him just the faintest hint of a smile, “what’s up, neighbor? Need me to grab you some treats for Arabella, or something?”

“Kinda the opposite,” he gestured with his head down to the cat squirming in his hands. “I’m gonna be gone on a mission for the next week or so. I just wanted to let you know that if Miso gets out, she’s not with me.” 

Steve set her down on your carpet, and she happily collapsed at your feet, “keep her safe for me, alright?” 

——

You took a deep breath as you approached his door, hoping he hadn’t left just yet. You fiddled with the sticky note containing your number, and polaroid photo of your cat in your hand, considering turning around and scrapping the idea all together. 

It was silly to think that an Avenger would ever bother reaching out to you. You were probably overstepping anyway. Steve would think you were a freak and take full custody of your beloved Miso once and for all. 

Going against your better judgment, you set down the polaroid-note combo and quickly slid it under Steve’s door. Whatever happened happened.

The next morning, you were pleased to receive a notification from an unknown number. 

Send Miso pics?

You were more than happy to oblige. 

——

Over the course of Steve’s week-long mission, you’d sent several pictures and videos of your cat doing random things. Trying to get on the table, sleeping on top of your dryer, and even playing with one of the toys Steve provided.

Surprisingly, Steve wasn’t as dry of a texter as you thought he’d be. He was eating up all of the Miso content, and would occasionally even ask for you to send more photos. 

The final night of his mission, you were surprised when you received a FaceTime request, at first writing it off as a technical error (he was from a different time period, after all), but the follow up call demonstrated his intentions.

You cautiously picked up, the knot in your stomach growing as you did so, “hello?”

“Hi!” Steve greeted optimistically, the phone just a bit too close to his face. “Any Miso sightings?”

“Yeah, she’s actually sleeping on my foot right now,” you chuckled, flipping the camera so you could show her off in your dim, lamp-lit bedroom. 

“So cute,” he hummed, “how have you been?”

“Me?” you laughed quietly, “I’m not the one on a top secret mission in god-knows-where. But I’ve been fine. How are you?”

“Honestly? I’m pretty tired. Kinda can’t wait to get home and see you and Miso,” he said in a quieter voice. 

Your brain stalled out for a second. Steve was excited to see you? You hoped that you were reading this the right way, as you were more than willing to go with whatever it was that Steve was putting down.

“We’ll be expecting an immediate visit from you, then. I’ll let Miso know that she needs to start kneading a bread loaf for you as soon as possible. Any idea of what time you’re getting into D.C.?” 

“Probably late morning, but it really depends on when Natasha gets up.”

You had a moment where you realized that you were talking to a real life superhero, and he had just referenced his friend… who was also a superhero. You paused for a second. 

“Y/N? Hey, you still here?”

“Yeah! Yeah. I just zoned out for a sec. Well, you better get here safe or else someone is going to be very annoyed with you.”

Steve laughed softly across the line, and you adjusted yourself in bed, yawning softly.

“I’m sorry, I forgot how late it is over there,” Steve apologized.

“Don’t worry, I was up anyway. One of Miso’s boyfriends is pretty upset that he can’t come in here and spend the night with her.”

“Which one?”

“I think that grey one. I don’t really know what his voice sounds like, but she’s been leading him on lately,” you responded, eliciting a laugh from both you and Steve. 

“Try to get some sleep, okay? I don’t need you snoozing while I come to visit our girl.”

“You are something else, Steve Rogers,” you said fondly, adjusting your phone one last time as you hugged a pillow. “I’ll get to sleep. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You hung up, and cuddled into your pillow with a sigh. Calling your dreams that night sweet was an understatement. 

——

You seemed to be Steve’s first stop after his mission, stopping at your door with his duffel bag still attached to his arm, and wearing a slightly dirty and much too small white t-shirt.

Expecting his presence, you quickly got the door and gave him a toothy grin. 

“It’s so good to see your face without a screen,” Steve commented. Internally, you swooned. 

“I could say the same for you, Steve.”

Miso had been summoned by the sound of Steve’s voice, practically sprinting to the door and meowing at him on the top of her lungs. 

“Miso really appreciates you coming here to see her first,” you added as he lifted her up and quietly cooed into her wrinkly head. “Feel free to take her for the next few days. I’m sure she’s getting tired of me.”

Steve shook his head at you, and grinned, “that’s so sweet of you,” he briefly looked down at his wristwatch, and his brows raised.

“Shit. I have to go, but I promise to see you soon. I’m glad to see that everything is well. Take care, Y/N,” Steve began making his way back to his own apartment, and you watched him with the semblance of a frown. 

You really needed to stop longing for the unobtainable. 

——

You hadn’t heard from Steve in a few days following his return, and your brief interaction with him. Part of you wondered if he was avoiding you for some  reason. 

Your phone lit up the room as it went off, and you grabbed it to look at the notification you received.

A picture of Steve grinning with Miso sitting on his chest looked back at you with a simple message connected to it.

Wanna come over? :D

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Match

Fic inspired by this scene (S17xE15) and @specialagentastra ❤️(gif and pic are mine)

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra @ncisfan

Get Started.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs isn't sure what got into him. How did Phil Brooks manage to get him to do it? He hates everything about online dating, about smartphones, about technology. Why did he press the button? Sure, he still can change his mind, erase his profile (if he ever find how) and forget all about it.

But the truth is...he's lonely. For many years, he lied about it to everyone, saying that he wasn't if someone asked. But he is. Very much so.

Plus, online dating doesn't involve into anything, right? He's just going to see women's profiles and that's it. "Swipe left if you don't like her. Swipe right if you do." Phil told him. God, how he hates smartphones.

But Gibbs is smart. He hates those things and never got interested in them, but as Phil and Tobias show him how to use his new phone, he starts to get it. He just doesn't know more than what they show him.

Changing his picture profile was one of those things. "If you don't like the one I choose for you, here's how you can change it."

It's not that Gibbs doesn't like the picture, but he thinks that the less we see of him, the better. So, instead of the one Phil took, he puts one that was taking by Tobias while they were fishing. He can be seen from afar, holding the fish he just caught. That seems right to him.

Gibbs doesn't spend much time on the app. Sometimes at night, he hears the phone buzzing and he checks. Women swiped him to the right. He swiped to the left.

Maybe he's being picky. Or maybe he just doesn't how he supposed to value someone through a picture or two and not many more information about them. It feels so impersonal to Gibbs. He hates it.

"Have you match with someone?" Phil asks one night.

"No."

"Gibbs, come on!" His friend spots the phone on the coffee table and grabs it. "Let me do it for you." And he does.

For what feels like an eternity for Gibbs, Phil swipes either left or right, while the Agent is annoyingly looking at the western movie on his old tv.

"Crap, look at her!" Phil holds the phone right under Gibbs's nose. He doesn't have his glasses on, so the screen appears blurry to him. With a smile, Phil offers him the glasses with his free hand.

Still very annoyed, Gibbs grabs them. "Too young." He says when he sees the age.

"But pretty as hell!"

"Too. Young."

"Too. Late." he uses the same tone as Gibbs's. "I swiped right!"

"I hate you."

"You'll thank me when you'll have a date with--" Phil checks the name. "Y/N."

* * * * *

Online dating has never been good to you. You've been on it for about year, after a bad breakup, and until now, you've only matched with weirdos. None of those match led to an actual meeting and you were getting tired of it.

You barely pay attention when a new notification from the app comes through. You focus on your book, forgetting about it until your curiosity gets the best of you.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs," you read out loud. "Dude, you seem good looking but a fish holding picture? Seriously?" yes, you're talking to your phone.

There's nothing much to this Leroy's profile. And the picture definitely doesn't get your interest, it's quite the opposite actually. You put your phone aside without locking it and return to your book.

A few minutes later, another notification comes through.

Leroy: Hey :)

How? How did he manage to send you a text? You didn't swipe. Or at least, you thought you didn't, but after checking, you realized that you did swipe... to the right. Damn.

You're too nice, you don't want to leave him on read - you know how terrible that is - so it's better you answer and eventually tells him the truth, or something close to it.

You: Hello.

Leroy: How are you?

You: I'm fine, thank you. You?

Leroy: Better now that you swiped right.

You: Smooth.

Leroy: I'm not really used to this. Are you?

You: More or less.

Leroy: I'd prefer to meet someone face to face.

You: Why are you on a dating app, then?

Leroy: Didn't you read my bio?

You: I did. But that friend didn't put a knife on your throat, did they?

Leroy: Nope. But if he did, I know how to fight anyway.

You: Right, former Marine?

Leroy: Gunnery Sergeant.

You could have stopped the conversation as soon as it's started, but somehow, you went on and on, all night long.

* * * * *

"What the hell are you still doing on that phone?" Gibbs asks his friend.

"Still talking with Y/N. I think she likes you."

Gibbs disappeared in his basement hours ago, leaving Phil is the living room. He knew that Phil sent you a text as soon as you matched with him, but he didn't except for it to keep going for that long.

"That's not me talking to her. It's you."

"I know you well enough to know what you'd say."

"You don't know me well enough to not do things like that to me."

"Stop complaining and get ready for a date this weekend."

* * * * *

Gibbs is still not sure how he got into this. But somehow, he finds himself at the diner on a Saturday night, waiting for a young and beautiful woman to meet him.

Is he nervous? No.

Maybe a little.

Okay, he is.

He read all the texts you exchanged with Phil - thinking that it was actually him - to make sure he wouldn't miss something. But it doesn't feel right anyway. It feels like he's lying to you before he even met you. That's not how a relationship can start and work.

Although, the chance of this turning into a relationship are close to none. "You know, you could just take her home, spend the night with her and the next morning--bye-bye." Divorce really changed Phil.

Gibbs is facing the entry, and checks everyone who’s coming in. He’s on his second coffee when he finally sees you.

Phil was right, you’re pretty as hell. But still very young, Gibbs doesn’t understand how you can even get interested in an old man like him.

But he doesn’t have to overthink it as you softly introduce yourself to him. He stands up and shakes your hand. You sit across the table and for a moment, none of you talk. You both feel awkward. “I don’t really know how to—“ he starts saying.

“Me neither.” You chuckle. “You’re actually the first match I’m meeting.”

“Really?” He looks at you, extremely surprised.

“Well, yeah. You know those weirdos I talked with…”

Gibbs vaguely remembers that part of the texts. But to avoid saying the wrong thing, he asks you what you want to drink. “Coffee’s fine.”

He calls for the waitress and orders your coffee. “People usually doesn’t understand how I can drink coffee at night.”

“Same. But with or without it, I don’t sleep much anyway.”

That’s how it started. Once you were talking, everything went smoothly between you two. You’re very interested by him, just like he’s by you. “You’re very nice, Leroy. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m listening?”

“I didn’t mean to swipe right. It was mistake—but I’m really happy I did. You’re not a creep,” you warmly smile at Gibbs, he feels his heart melting inside his chest.

“I appreciate your honesty. I guess I should do the same.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “I wasn’t the person you talked with. My friend did it for me.”

Well, what you did was a honest mistake. What he did was... weird. You looked at him, confused and a bit disappointed. "I just ruined it, didn't I?" he asks for the look on your face.

"I talked with a man and met another one... that's--strange, Leroy."

"Look, this whole online dating-- that's really not my thing. And Phil, my friend, just wanted to help." he explains. "What do you say we start all over?"

Despite the other people talking around you and Gibbs, there's a long silence between you two. Gibbs just stares at you, unsure of what you're going to do.

You're thinking for a moment, before finishing your coffee. You stand up and to the man's surprise, you smile at him. "I'm gonna sit at the counter. Come talk to me like none of this happened."

He deserves the benefit of the doubt.

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Grunge-Metal Geralt 2

holy fucking shit yall really loved the first one so I wrote some more

this is totally self indulgent tho. like yall have no idea. if i could live in any AU it would be this one. i have so many feels.

Warnings: drinking mention, nothing over the top, unwanted pics taken but like they’re celebrities? i guess, we get a bit emotional about past relationships/crushes but nothing too heavy

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Jaskier had no idea how he got there, but he was knocking on a green room door with a temporary label reading ‘The Witchers’ before the stadium had completely emptied. 

Lambert yanked the door open, Aiden clinging to his back like a monkey, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head before a huge grin spread over his face, “Hey there, Jaskier!”

Eskel grumbled, “Haha, Bert. No need to fuck with Geralt.” 

Jaskier shoved his hands in his corduroys and rocked up onto his toes, “He’s not fucking with anyone,” he laughed, desperately trying to keep the nerves out of his voice as he peeked around the door jam. 

Geralt was curled up in the corner of a couch, now wearing a massive grey-blue hoodie and gold wire-rimmed glasses, scribbling in a composition notebook propped up on his knees. His hair was pulled back in a disaster of a bun with pieces falling in his face but Jaskier absolutely loved it. It suited him. He hesitated a moment before scrawling one last line in his notebook, brow furrowed as he chewed on his bottom lip.

When he looked up he snapped his notebook shut, “Holy fuck,” he breathed, “Hi!”

His eyes were actually gold. Jaskier had just thought that was some thirst driven exaggeration. He expected light brown, but no. He was staring directly at eyes that practically sparkled.

Lambert waved Jaskier in and he hesitantly stepped through the door, “Hi! I uh, dig your boots.” 

“Th- Thank you,” Geralt bit back a grin, blushing bright pink as he stood up, “I didn’t think you’d see my message. Or respond.” 

“After that performance?” Jaskier, normally bard-worthy with his quick tongue and easy conversation, was feeling his own cheeks heat up as he scrambled for something to say, “I’m honestly not sure if I even locked my car when I came back in.” 

Eskel snickered from behind Jaskier, stretching and putting his feet up on a coffee table, “Told ya.”

Aiden sighed and rested his chin on top of Lambert’s head, “This is so cute.”

Jaskier laughed, not entirely uncomfortably but definitely awkward, and ran a hand through his hair, turning back to Geralt. 

Geralt pushed his glasses farther up his nose and snatched his wallet from the coffee table, “I offered drinks. You wanna…” Geralt trailed off and made an exasperated, and maybe a little annoyed face at the guys behind him but when Jaskier turned around they were pretending to mind their own business, “How does Pensive sound?” 

Jaskier shot him a grin, “Sounds perfect.”

Geralt snagged his keys from a bag and held the door open for Jaskier, “After you.” 

-

“Okay so,” Jaskier took a sip of his drink and set it in line with their two empty glasses and a napkin holder, “Aiden and Lambert fuck?” he asked, pushing an empty glass and the napkin holder together. Geralt snorted and nodded so he went on, “And Eskel and Lambert are brothers?” Another nod as he tapped the two empty glasses, “And you and Eskel were college roommates?” he asked, gesturing to his half-empty glass. 

Geralt grinned, “You know, you’re keeping up pretty well for a self-proclaimed lightweight.” 

Jaskier giggled, “I’m trying really fucking hard.” 

Geralt leaned his head back and laughed and Jaskier was absolutely done for. He rested his elbow on the table and his head in his hand as he stared dreamily at this adorable man. He was carefree and soft around the edges, nothing like Jaskier had expected from the lyrics he’d listened to all night. And either he was a good listener or Jaskier had had one too many vodka-crans. 

When Geralt finally got himself under control he took off his glasses to wipe at his eyes before placing them back on his nose with a grimace, “I shouldn’t have taken my contacts out.” 

“Old prescription?” 

Geralt blushed, “Don’t usually wear them in public,” He admitted, pushing the frames higher.

Jaskier must have had too much to drink because he reached out and tucked a curly strand of white hair behind Geralt’s ear, “I think they’re cute on you.” 

Geralt’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at Jaskier, jaw hanging down just a bit, his pupils blown wide. Jaskier bit his lip and smiled as he pulled his hand away and rested it on the table between them, hoping Geralt would get the hint. Gods he just wanted to hold his hand and giggle until the sun came up. 

“Thank you,” Geralt muttered, blinking a couple times and laying one of his hands over Jaskier’s. 

“Can I ask you something?”

Geralt licked his lips and nodded, shaking the hair loose that Jaskier had just tucked away. 

“Why that song?” Jaskier stared at their hands, not having the courage to look at Geralt in case the answer wasn’t what he wanted it to be. 

“Hmm…” he didn’t sound upset, but he was certainly choosing his words carefully, “I’ve done the whole.. How do I put it?” Jaskier looked up at him only to see him staring at their hands too, “...‘I could be enough for you if you’d let me’ dance more times than I can count… and knowing it would never happen but yearning anyway…” he chuckled and glanced up at Jaskier, a sad look of acceptance in his eyes, “And I love your voice.”

Of course, he’d heard those words before, it was his job to have a good voice, but fuck, they hit different coming from Geralt. He was so earnest and disarmingly handsome that Jaskier felt anything he said would make him giddy. His chest felt warm and it took a moment for his brain to catch up. He had planned on showering Geralt with praise and adoration, not the other way around. 

Jaskier squeezed his hand, “I love yours too,” he whispered.

There was that gorgeous blush again, making Jaskier’s heart skip a beat. 

“I can’t imagine anyone thinking you’re not magnificent,” Jaskier mumbled, watching Geralt blush even deeper and dip his head so the loose hairs covered his face a bit. Jaskier may have been a flirty drunk, but he was one hundred percent sure he’d be just as forward with Geralt sober. He wasn’t leaving the bar without making damn sure Geralt knew he was gorgeous and talented and everything Jaskier could imagine wanting in life. 

“Careful. You can’t just say things like that,” Geralt warned, flicking the hair out of his eyes with a guarded but amused smile. 

“And why not?”

Geralt squinted at him for a moment, “I might believe you.” 

“Geralt, darling,” Jaskier started, sitting up and turning to square his hips toward him, holding his large hand in both of his, “I don’t mince words. I mean everything I say. And tweet. I really do think you’re wonderful. And I really do want you to sing me to sleep. Sometime. Anytime. I’m not picky.”

Geralt raised his eyebrows and took a breath in to say something but was interrupted by a camera flash in the low light of the bar and someone swearing.

“Oi!” Jaskier turned toward the light, and the idiot fumbling with their phone. 

Geralt squeezed his hand before he could say anything more, “It’s alright. The hair kinda glows in the dark, I’m used to it. I was thinking we could get out of here?”

Jaskier did his best not to let the sly smile take over his face and give him away, “Would you like to come to my place?”

Geralt grinned, “Absolutely. Mine is a shit show right now.”

“Is it really that bad?” Jaskier joked as they stood.

“Eskel is a slob,” Geralt laughed.

“Mine it is!” Jaskier declared, slapping enough cash to cover their drinks and an exorbitant tip on the table.

They walked out of the bar with Geralt’s arm around Jaskier’s shoulders, both with giddy smiles and a little extra pep in their step.