#cause my mind is a little shit and i cannot focus still

[nagy-bari]

period.

rambly fic starter for a modern vampire+hunter flatmates au for these two cause i'm back to my old bullshit and wanted to write some backhanded appreciration. (Erzsi) - hungary - human hunter at night, stuntwoman at day (Vlad) - romania - your local chill if a bit sassy vampire mentioned Gyula - erdély mentioned Stefan - bulgaria

It was so simple to forget that she was human. Her constant scowl and swears, her roughed up hair and that permanent smug hate that radiated from her towards anything and everything he did. She was reckless, young and oh so mortal – that he knew. He just forgot some parts.

When she showed up in the middle of march with a backpack and a hoodie and barely enough money for the rent he had a distant thought to hunt down her cousin (the owner of the flat) cause just how cheap he can get with the whole ‘megó’djukokosba’ attitude. She was rude, obnouxious and almost sicked the cops on him for trespassing (HAH) before he fished out his phone and showed her cousin as his contact  - and the godawful messages they left for each other.

She was so similar yet so much worse than Gyula it was almost amusing.

Then she made herself comfortable.

Gone were the calm, lazy days where he could lounge at the couch and read, the living room soon turned into a semi-gym semi-workshop for what looked like props for action movies – she was a stuntwoman after all – his once comfortably chaotic kitchen arrangement evolving into actual and utter chaos and don’t even start on the bathroom.

His careful skincare product systematically raided and displaced, more and more antiseptic and painkiller popped up in impossible corners and the amount of gauze she went through a week made him consider if she was somehow related to an actual mummy. And the makeup? Rouge lipstick and nailpolish in the cupboard cause she forgot to clean up after her midnight glow up session, eyeshadow dust on his clothes cause she forgot to empty her bag before tossing it into the washing machine and -okay he hated to admit how much it worked for her eyes – the sheer quantity of eyeliners rolling around the coffee table and the couch was just ridiculous. (he might or might not have helped himself to the last one since she had almost all colors including green, white, gold and silver. And he needed a little self boost. He absolutely loathed the sour realisation that he could never pull of red around his eyes like she could. One more point why Gyula was more tolerable. The man and his fixation with his beard would never even dream about highlighting his eyes. His cousin on the other hand-)

So she was a lot, demanded space and attention – one he refused to give – but she coughed up the rent and that meant he didn’t have to move (again) and kept to keep his comfy little job he actually enjoyed in the city. All in all it was manageable.

(and if he stared when she was doing situps in the living room who could judge him. Those abs were objectively gorgeous. And if he were to leave the couch now it would feel like giving her more space. So he stayed and leered just to cover up his weakness.)

She was loud and tiring and her humor was rotten. She sweared like a sailor and drank like one too. Every second sentence she growled out contained the word ‘death’ in some form. It was both exhausting infuriating and so so familiar he caught himself enjoying this set up.

At the end of March one lazy afternoon he actually thought himself how dull the flat felt when she was out working. He called up Stefan immediately and planned on staying out until he forgot this realisation – he couldn’t, cause her work stretched out for a week and even after a long night walk and impromptu trip to the border he arrived back home before her.

So he was aware she was human, but he forgot the details.

Like that humans – especially woman – bleed.

Not the kind of tiny cuts, she had thousands of those, came home from work practically drenched in the smell of it, but she was always quick to treat those – hence the impossible amount of firstaid stuff all around. She walked off a cut on her hands and legs and sides and back (he would not leave the couch and if she insisted doing planks on the rug he would watch. And if she decided that a single tanktop and shorts was enough for workout he would enjoy the show. He could appreciate beauty unlike some.)

So he was familiar with the smell of her blood – from accidents. It was a strange mixture of iron and stinging rubbing alcohol (he was convinced some of her palinka was her actual first aid) sometimes subtly mixed with fruits or that typical ‘clean’ scent. He knew this cause this was her signature scent that laid under all other. It mixed with her shampoo, her sweat, her clothes. (on moonless nights he thought it was probably how her skin tasted, a horrible joke for some mock-up-cocktail)

It was also the constant reminder for him that she was human. A somewhat sturdy looking mortal, with an attitude problem the size of a mountain.

And it was probably why this shocked him this much.

After the haphazard moving and takeover of the once serene little flat, many days spent arguing and about three dozen calls from Gyula to chew them both out casue he will not fly back just to check who was right about leaving stuff out on the counter, their roommate/flatmate life settled into somewhat steady rhythm.

She slept at most 6 hours – somedays only 4 – woke up groggy and grouchy, wandered into the kitchen, brew a hellblack coffee, smoked 2-5 cigarettes, worked out or stretched a little, showered, tinkered with her props, chewed out some obnoxious workfriend over phone, wolfed down something resembling a meal, left for work and then-

The silence took over. He was free to enjoy the space she left, work or laze around. He found that time slowed down when she wasn’t in the flat. He was never in a rush, depending on the time he went out for a walk, or to talk, or for work. As much as he bitched about he being loud her absence was louder. Or it was the old – older than time – magic of a relative living in Gyula’s flat. It felt like the space morphed to her, some hidden resonance. He had half the mind to start a research on that thought – it could be a living hazard later.

There were days where she came and go like a whirlwind hurricane from small tasks to movie shooting, to some sidejobs she took on – she was broke, as broke as he – and there were days that turned to weeks cause the movie shooting stretched or she crashed someone else’s couch.

So really it wasn’t his fault he forgot. Her rhythm could be hectic and he had his own not-life to live.

It was somewhere in August, a deadly heatstroke swiping over the city, the sun blazing like it wanted to scorch out the mere idea of grass from memory, people complaining more and arguing with shorter temper, nerves set ablaze in the humidity. He kept his blinds shot, diligently stole the icecubes from the fridge to help his room temperate – cause of course Gyula would not buy an AC no matter the inferno inside – and switched to his nocturnal cycle as much as he could.

It was one of the stranger days where she was almost quiet. No immediate bitching upon waking up, she was actually resting up between works and for flickers of moments the flat they shared felt like home – something lived in with mirth and care. Even her chaotic breakfast turned the kitchen to something cozy – despite the heatwave. Sometimes her work rendered her slow, deep cuts, twisted ankles, broken bones to halt her usual tempo, but this time it was just actual free time. So he caught a glimps of something rare, almost soft, dare he say domestic vision. The similarities between the cousins were stronger this way, she hummed to herself, flipping pancakes and stirring some cold fruit soup. Her coffee cold and she was yet to light her first cigarette. He crawled out of his room to shut the blinds in the living room, something that usually earned him a glare or a smug snicker and a taunting dig about him being the spawn of dark – and he snickered back cause really this not-joke was old and so true and the fact that she still had no idea made it wickedly funny to him.

Today she glanced at him and returned to roll up her pancakes with icecream. In retrospect it might have been the first sign he missed.

He joined the small kitchen fumbling for his mug to drink up his share of the coffee and he shuffled past her to reach the upper shelf, silently thankful for the lack of conversation when-

Bloodlust was not foreign to him. He lived like this for centuries now, his early years drenched in the thrill of the hunt. It was a bit strange to get used, the shifting of his own preference, to realise that the only thing getting him to shake with anticipation was the same thing he lost somewhat. It was the only state where he could still feel like he had a heartbeat, a pulse, the rush that drummed in his ears, demanding that he never stopped.

Bloodlust was the perfect illusion of being alive for his kind. Bloodlust was the state where his kind usually became reckless, where the sensation clouded his cold and tidy mind, where his instincts and habits were overwritten by something carnal and still alien to his mind. He loved how bloodlust left his mind. It was the only way to really feel drunk or extatic or high or… anything really. He liked his days but they were covered in a dull dusty tulle blanket compared to this.

This, where his eyes snapped open, his smell sharpened, his ears shifted and he felt his claws involuntary stretch.

He also felt like a cat spooked.

Cause it was ridiculous.

His eyes snapped to the woman next to him, still engrossed in her sugar intake. The rolled up pancakes stacked neatly on to top of each other still steamed a bit, the icecream melting in seconds but apparently she didn’t care. She stepped aside to clean up the pan and he forced himself to breath.

What was it. What was making him-

‘i’m not giving you any of those.’ She spoke without looking at him, drying up the kitchen utensils.

‘as if I would eat that abomination.’ He forced the smile into his voice and poured out the remaining coffee from the pot. When did they start to share that?

‘don’t diss it till you tried.’ She turned and took the plate from the counter to sit by the little table, but turned back towards the fridge to get some whipped cream out. He glued himself to the counter to try and figure out what just happened.

When she finally was happy with the obnoxious amount of sugary cream on top of her pyramid,  she fished out some syrup as well. Then she started eating. With a fork.

The scene in itself was ridiculous and rare – she took the time to chew and appreciate the taste of what she was eating – but his claws didn’t really obey his order to withdraw  and he couldn’t get the twitching in his fingers to stop. He took deliberately deep and slow breaths, trying his best not to sniff in the air, but his senses screamed at him.

Blood.

But she was unharmed – not more than usual – and actually at peace and where was it coming from if not a –

A content hum and an almost blissful expression was so foreign on that face – yet so similar to her cousin – the absence of her permanent scowl made him hyperfocus on the way her mouth lifted into a smile. Lips moving slowly before twisting down again as she glared at him.

‘what.’

This was bad. He tightened his hold on his mug and hoped his voice was the usual, cause he could barely hear it over the thrumming in his ears.

‘you rushing to an early diabetes there or-?’

She scoffed, but it lacked the usual spite – her fangs his mind supplemented and he almost cracked his mug.

‘I don’t take criticism from someone who’ll eat semi frozen pizza.’

He remembered the first time he ripped something open with bare hands

‘that was a desperate night.’ He chuckles to cover the tremor running over him.

‘right.’ She’s almost halfway through her sugar shot, taking agonizing slow bites – well, compared to her usual - and he cannot tear his eyes away from her lips until she swallows.

That. was a mistake.

He shots out of the kitchen. He’s proud of not slamming his door but the rest of his coffee is all over the floor. He hears himself breathing loud and heavy, his arms twitching for a fight, to grab and to grasp and tear into the source of that delicious treacherous blood.

But what blood? He didn’t see any new bandages, nor was it the usual slightly stingy kind. It was almost sweet, something that made his head spin as if it was him eating that sugary abomination she did. It was too much.

After a silent minute trying to regulate his breathing and not imagining the scent that sent him into overdrive, he’s calm enough to think.

So she’s a mortal human who will bleed at times and cause her taste is actually horrifying she’s eating a ton of sugar. That he can sniff on her blood.

But only know.

He slides down on his door trying his best not to start laughing hysterically.

He got bloodlust from a period.

[cvntluver444]

good with your hands - bbf!ellie williams

ellie williams x reader

𓆩♡𓆪 summary : after a long day of patrol, you come home sore and in pain. thankfully, your brothers best friend, ellie, can give a really good rub down!

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings : smut minors dni, reader uses she/pronouns, not proofread!!, language, sexual tension, touchinggg, dirty talk, fingering, squirting, dom!ellie, sub!reader. i think that’s it but if i missed any please let me know!

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n : i cannot thank you all enough for all the love you gave you on my first ever fic 🤍 i was so scared but omg you guys are the absolute best and i love you so much!!

request are open !! im on a writing rampage but i’m always wanting new ideas !!

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standing for long hours of the day in the beating hot sun will never fail to make tou miserable. you groan as your muscles ache walking down the streets of jackson towards. you were looking forward to laying in your bed and finally letting yourself relax. you prepare yourself for the steps leading up to your house. each step sending an aching pain throughout your legs. you take a a couple breaths before limping towards the front door and slowly opening it.

“well don’t you look pretty” ellie smirks at you as you enter the house.

“pretty fucking gross” adds your brother, causing him and his friend to burst out in a fit of laughter. you stand there with a straight look on your face, waiting for them to finish. they sit diagonal from each other in the living room, sipping out of beer cans and passing back and forth a blunt.

“yeah you guys are really funny. i’m so happy that my pain gives you joy” you jokingly jab at the two and you slowly make your way towards the couch, plopping yourself next to ellie.

“guessing patrol was a lot of fun.” ellie’s sarcasm made you roll your eyes.

“a blast,” you say as you blow out a whistle. after a couple seconds of silence, your brother sits up quickly, suddenly realizing it was now his shift.

“shit, i gotta go now,” he hands you the blunt and you you squeal thanking him. “all yours” he says as he sprints out the door, saying his goodbyes.

“ugh, this was so much needed.” you groan, blowing out smoke and laying your head against the couch.

“yeah” ellie drags out, “you know what else is nice? those little mints you always have. got any?” she asks you.

“yes ellie, they’re in my room,” you giggle, slowly getting up off the couch, “follow me”. she lets out a quiet yess before following you up the stairs. she slows down once she notices your hard time climbing up.

“you good?” she chuckles.

“i think my body’s shutting down,” you dramatically sigh, “im so sore my patrol today.” you finally enter your room and sit down on the bed. you point to your small makeshift desk in the corner of your room, a small metal box in your eye of sight. ellie dashes over and quickly opens up the mints.

“yeah that sucks.” she pays no mind to your pain, her focus on the little candies in her hand.

“will you stop obsessing over those and help me.” you beg, laying your back down on your bed. ellie giggles and sits down next to where you’re laying.

“how about a massage? that’ll feel good.” she smirks, placing a hand on your thigh. you quickly pull back from her and furrow your eyebrows.

“i guess that would be nice. but no funny business ellie.” you tease. she throws her hands up.

“yeah yeah whatever, now take off your clothes. i’ll turn around.” her back is now facing you and she turns so quick she doesn’t have time to watch your jaw hit the floor.

“take off my clothes?” you ask, shocked.

“well, yeah. it gives it the full effect and plus it’ll make it feel 10x better.” she still faces the wall, insisting you start undressing. “just put a towel around you.” you take in her words and start to agree with her. you are in a lot of pain, and if it’ll feel better then you’ll do it.

“ok, that sounds fine. no funny business williams.” you give her a stern warning and you can just picture the smirk that’s plastered on that beautiful face.

once you were ready for ellie to turn around, you gave her the okay and saw her grab the homemade body oil you made a couple weeks ago. she turns around and her eyes land on your barely covered figure. it takes her a minute to snap back into reality, and she slowly walks toward you.

“damn babe, this shit smells good.” ellie compliments the oil as she starts to pour it over your back. your heart flutters at the nickname, and you jolt a bit feeling the liquid slowly run down your body.

she starts massaging it into your skin and you can’t help but let out a little moan, one that sends a shock to ellie’s core. “ellie you’re so good at this” you tell her with a look of pleasure on your face.

“girls love to tell me i have good hands.” she smirks, and you’re trying your hardest to hold in the moan that wants to slip out again. slowly, ellie’s hands are traveling lower, starting from your back, and jumping towards the back of your upper thighs. you feel your pussy quickly start to get wet, your juices running down onto your bed. you’re grateful the towel resting on your ass is covering well enough to block ellie’s vision from your little problem.

“you’re really tight right here,” ellie tells you as she pushes deeper into your leg. the pain and pleasure that comes with it makes your pussy clench around nothing, and it’s becoming harder to just lay here and let her touch you. “if it hurts just let me know.”

“yeah, that’s where i’m sore the most.” you grunt out, the pressure causing you to shift a little under ellie’s touch.

“ah i see,” ellie starts, “do you have pain anywhere else?” she drags her fingers up a little higher, causing your breath to hitch a bit, which ellie hears. you ears are filled with a soft and teasing chuckle. her movements don’t stop as her hand slides up higher, stopping just under where the towel begins. you’re breathing heavy now, and ellie knows what you need.

you feel her hand slowly creep up underneath the towel, fingers dancing along your skin and she finally stops right before your clit.

“els,” you breathe out. “please.”

“please what princess?” ellie teases. “what do you want me to do to you?”

“fingers in me. please.” you beg. you’ve never been this turned on by anyone in your entire life. it was like ellie knew exactly what you like and what your body craved.

you didn’t have to ask her twice. her fingers started to slowly circle around your clit, both you and ellie moaning at contact.

“look at this pretty pussy, so fucking wet from just a little massage?” she mocks you, biting her lip once she starts to pump her fingers inside. she sits next to your laying figure, slowing fucking you and watching you toss and turn under her touch. she was going so. slow.

“ellie. more, please.” you couldn’t take her teasing anymore and begged for her to do something, anything to stop this torture, and that she did.

you felt stand up and lay down next to you. she flips you over on your side so now your looking into her eyes. her arm comes around and cups your ass. she then spreads it apart and inserts two fingers in you this time. you moan out suddenly at how good it felt and fell into her chest. her fingers start to pick up the pace, and you slowly become numb.

“you’re taking my fingers so well baby. pussy squeezing me so tight, fuck.” she moans, and starts littering your face with soft kisses. she finally reaches your lips and kisses you with so much passion, your heart beats even faster.

“els, so close,” you shriek, breaking the kiss and looking into her eyes with the most innocent look on your face. it drives ellie fucking insane, and she adds another finger. your vision starts to blur as she fucks your harder and faster.

“come on baby, cum for me, cum all over my fingers i know you can do it.” she whispers dirty praises into your ears and it sends you over the edge. the knot in your stomach finally comes lose, and you feel the bed underneath you become drenched. ellie fucks you through your orgasm, not stopping until your forcing her hand away from your shaking body.

“god baby you are fucking gorgeous,” ellie tells you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “been wanted to do that since forever.” ellie smiles down at you and you tell her the same.

“how was it by the way? you feel any better?” she asks you, pulling you closer to her body. you nod your head up and down quickly, earning a small laugh out of ellie.

“you were right,” you start, finally gaining enough strength to talk after the best orgasm of you life. “you are good with your hands.”

[stuffyflowers]

follow up to the bad driving post from yesterday. explanations under cut also feel free to argue with me lol

So basically top left = characters who drive badly but not in a way that will cause a crash, top right = characters who are actually all things considered good at driving, bottom left = characters who should not be behind the wheel ever, bottom right = characters who are good drivers in theory/most of the time, but certain factors can make them become car crash material.

Dalv: In my mind, Dalv is the most cautious and safe driver ever, to the point where he loops back around to being a shit driver. You do not want to get stuck in a lane behind this guy he will not go even CLOSE to the speed limit. He will probably let you through when he has right of way. etc etc. Ig on the bright side he doesnt get into enough situations where a car crash could really occur? yay?

El Bailador: Kind of guy who drives windows down music blaring probably speeding slightly at all times but somehow has never had anything bad happen to him. he is being protected by higher powers because he is sooooooo nice and cool :)

Ace: Ridicules all his friends for being bad drivers then actually gets behind the wheel and he sucks almost as bad. Yk, given how his whole thing in the Wild East is facepalming at the five's antics while arguably being worse than a lot of them in that regard. Why are you encouraging a child to gamble. Why are you tormenting blackjack with mooch. Whats his problem

Edward: Okay I didnt really know where to put Ed.. Hes in a weird situation where,, i think his biggest problem would be finding a car thats actually suited to him. Like how he wants to play the guitar but his hands are too big to actually play any of the ones they have. After that though, I think he'd be pretty good, at least decent! He does have some anger issues to deal with (beat up blembino that one time lol) that could cause problems but hes working on it :)

Moray: Pretty self explanatory. The most normal feisty five member. Probably their designated driver 90% of the time. The only reason theyre not completely top is bc their one weakness is whilst they ARE the voice of reason, they do ultimately go along w the group most of the time even if they feel whats happening is wrong. Maybe picks up on the five's bad habits a bit? Overall still a trustworthy pick for driver i think.

Flowey: Ok.do not take this too seriously..............Ik he doesnt have feet for th pedals but consider. Its funny. He can use his vines trust me (also even if he cant physically drive i feel like he'd have a really good understanding of driving. guy who has read every book is bound to have useless knowledge on topics that arent at all relevant to him. and you cant crash the car if youre not driving i guess!!!!!!!!!! but also. funny.)

Ceroba: Similar case as Ed. Actually good at driving but holy fuck the road rage. I feel she'd be worse at responding to it than him bc she has so little self respect. very "I will kill us both😳" attitude abt tailgating and shit like that. Usually better at keeping it in when shes driving with someone else.

Martlet: Maybe she should be furthest down bc she is the only one to canonically crash a vehicle…, Idk I feel like she’d be sliiiightly better w a car where her focus has to be constantly checked, she cant get distracted while filling in questionnaires with clover if she’s driving. That being said she is still. Yeah.

Mooch: similar to mart. Just cannot see her being a good driver. Sorry girl </3

Starlo: starlo.

Axis: faceplanted right in the center bc hes a wild card to me. Would he have insufferable road rage? Would he actually be pretty chill and responsible? Can he even drive if his foot is a singular wheel? Who knows.

[ilythena]

Childhood friends to lovers with itoshi brothers and they leave us for soccer then comes back to us for a second chance with like a little bit of angst to fluff like the song "right where you left me" ❤️

·˚ ₊˚ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.

Tags. ᯤ ignoring, sudden appearances, realizing feelings, kissing, some touchy touchy shit but not too much

A/N: YOU LEFT SO MANY IDEAS 😭. THANK U TBH CAUSE I WAS RUNNING OUT! Two things, I only did Rin because I’m not really sure how to write for sae, and Ion really listen to Taylor swift BUT hopefully I’ll do your asks justice !!!

𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 (りんいとし)

The day Rin left you was probably one of the saddest days of your life.

Your best friend suddenly wasn’t interested in you anymore. It was like he had changed into a completely different person once he started taking soccer seriously and it hurt you, he knew everything about you, how could he just up and change his mind like that?

Walking past him in the hallways was bad too, even when you both share a class and he’s always right there. You’ve never had to worry about being without Rin.

When he suddenly stopped showing up, you assumed he just moved away or found new ways to move around the school to stop seeing you.

But obviously that wasn’t the case when he was at your doorstep, drenched in rain on a Saturday night.

“Wha-“ “please let me in. It’s cold.” He shoves his wet body through yours and you look at him as if he had 3 heads. “Hold on. What the fuck? Rin.” You say as he makes his way to your bathroom. “Do you still have my clothes over here?” He shouts as soon as he closes the door shut, and you’re banging on it. “Um. I think so. But- we’re not gonna move past this!” He unlocks the door in an oversized black shirt and a pair of his grey sweats that he found in the corner.

“Move past what?” “You coming in here like nothing is wrong!” “What’s wrong?” You cannot believe what you’re hearing right now.

He moves to your room and lays down on your bed, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv. You slam the door shut behind you and he turns to you confused. “What’s wrong?” He asks again, and you’re ready to rip his head off.

“What’s wrong?! You ignored me for weeks, up and left, and now you’re back?! Where were you? Why was I ignored? What did I do?” You rant. And his sudden amnesia seems to magically clear up

“What’s wrong?! You ignored me for weeks, up and left, and now you’re back?! Where were you? Why was I ignored? What did I do?” You rant. And his sudden amnesia seems to magically clear up

He’s silent, and you’re still looking at him. “If you’re gonna be silent here too you can get the fuck out.” “Okay hold on, calm down a little” he says, sitting up and looking you in your eyes.

“Uh, I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings, I have a reason, it’s just really embarrassing.” He mumbles but it’s loud enough for you to hear. Your shoulders drop, you’ve always had a soft spot for him.

“Rin.” You say, and he knows he’s gotta spit it out eventually. “Okay okay, so you know how I love football right? And I wanted to focus on it more, that’s why I ignored you the way I did.” You stare at him. Does he really think that’s a good reason? “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Rin looks at you with wide eyes. And you’re rolling yours. “If you wanted space all you needed to do was ask, Rin. That’s not a good reason to cut me off.” And he feels guilty, he didn’t know how else to go for it.

“Listen. This is really hard for me.” “Harder for you than it is for me?” And he shuts up, “where did you go? What if you died? Why was I ignored?!” “I just told you why” “give me a better answer Rin Itoshi!” And your throwing a pillow at him, but it’s no use because he catches it like it’s nothing to him.

“I realized I liked you okay? That’s why I ignored you.” Now it’s your turn to shut up. “I couldn’t focus on football with you around, you made me too nervous.” He mumbles, looking for YouTube on your TV. Your silence is making him anxious, he flickers his eyes to you every once in a while to make sure you’re still there. You sigh out a “Rin” and flop down on the bed.

He looks at you with a “what” and you just wanna smack him. “I like you too. I thought you realized it and that’s when you ignored me.” He laughs “ignore you because you like me? I would have been jumping up and down.” He whispers, and pulls you closer. You can feel his heart beat and it’s going pretty fast—yours is too though.

You stare into his pretty blue eyes and catch a slight blush on his cheeks when he catches you looking. “What?” He mumbles and you softly grab his chin and kiss him.

Takes him by surprise but it doesn’t take long for him to grab your waist and tilt his head to the side to deepen the kiss. You two stay like that for a minute, you laying on top of him with your hands in his hair and him having a hand on your waist and another on the small of your back.

[rottenbrainstuff]

Don't you guys love it when I unearth the most random unrelated niche bullshit and then ramble about it incoherently for you all to read?

The latest thing giving me the dopamine hit atm is a silly otome game called Love & Deepspace, details of which mercifully hidden for you below the cut:

A friend of a friend recommended this game to me and it's turning out to be surprisingly fun. I'm impressed by how little content is paywalled or monetized. Like, I wouldn't mind dropping a little money on the game cause I'm enjoying it, and I HAVE spent a couple bucks here and there on items, but it doesn't really give you a huge advantage in the long term over someone who is playing it for free and that’s kind of surprising. (My god though this game is fucking chonky. If it keeps needing to download stuff I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to play….)

Unlike some other otome games where you have very clear relationship paths with the focus on one single person, here you develop relationships with everyone sort of all at once. I know some people like that, but I personally don't prefer it - it seems even in video games I am too monogamous to have multiple boyfriends at once. I started out focusing on Zayne, cause the older and more serious kuudere character is the one I tend to like in the silly games like this, but then Sylus popped up and now I have abandoned Zayne, I'm so sorry babe, it’s not you, it’s me.

Sylus is very much giving me vibes that the devs all had a design meeting and said "oh the girlies really fucking like Astarion from BG3 right now, why don't we make a copy of that, we could make him the tsundere criminal antagonist character or something?" One of the audio stories has the MC teasing him about looking/acting like a vampire and that's so funny, the devs absolutely knew what they were doing. Hilariously, one of the Sylus-specific custom titles you can win is a nickname I used to have back in the dinosaur days when I was in college, and I find that endlessly amusing. I like how he complains you're in the way if you get too close to enemies in combat - I will choose to interpret this as protectiveness, and it suits me just fine anyways cause I can't fucking dodge properly, and prefer to shoot shit from a distance.

Sorrrrry but I find the english audio way too cringe (particularly Sylus' VA?... sorry) so I have been playing it with the japanese audio. (because I understand a little japanese, and perhaps because I want to shame myself for not practicing at all in the last couple years) I'm sure the japanese audio is no less cringey to native japanese speakers, but the point is that *I* cannot tell. And you see, it increases my vocabulary of useless words I will never need to use - for instance this week I learned the word for "gun". I also like to note the translation choices where the audio and the subtitles don't match up, I find it interesting, like little easter eggs. In this case my understanding is the game was released in Chinese first, so instead of comparing a translation to an original, I am comparing one translation to another translation, but I still find it amusing. (Pie the fox is called “six dumplings” in Japanese)

I enjoy the little details... Sylus is very good at the card game and I can almost never win, Zayne is ridiculously easy to bully into swapping cards and I almost never lose. Sylus sucks at the crane game to the point where it's ridiculous (or maybe I just have bad luck???) but Zayne cheats and uses ice and wins a lot - myeh I dunno. It's cute, I'm easy to please, it's making my brain happy.

The fine details of the story are a bit incomprehensible and the interface takes a little getting used to. I do appreciate all the moving parts here, the story and the collectible content and the combat and everything, but it's a little bit humorous how all the bits don't overlap tidily, for instance I am getting event-related texts that are giving away spoilers for things I haven't learned in the main story yet. And Sylus' separate chapters popped up I think after I finished the ... second main story chapter? And it begins with mentions of a serious disaster that happens in the main story that I hadn't read about yet. It's funny though, just funny. I just got access to protocores and now everything is a million times more complicated. I have no idea why dumb shit like this releases the dopamine in my brain but whatevs. I dunno. If you found this post through a tag search feel free to jabber at me about this game, these little niche things I find, I have so few people I can talk about them with. Every once in a while I will holler my thoughts out into the void here. Blah blah blah. Etc.

[circular-bircular]

hello! im currently questioning whether I am disordered or not. I was wondering if you would be willing to share your experiences if you're comfortable or maybe share some good resources about what its like being disordered because im really lost rn. this blog is great btw! take care of yourself <3

Hey there! Glad you enjoy my blog, sorry it took a bit to get to this. This is the first night in like a month that I have any free time whatsoever (and that's cause I'm putting off grades, lol...)

I hope you don't mind a bulletpointer on this one!

Disordered experiences...

Firstly, I cannot overstate how fucking everything about me is impacted by trauma. Physical health? I get sick more often because my body has fought as hard as it has to survive -- it's an actual thing that traumatized people get physically sick more often. Mental health? Shit. Depression's comorbid, anxiety is comorbid, and I've even seen discussions about the connections between autism and DID, and those two do not mix well in me. All of my everything is constantly fucked.

I cannot goddamn sleep. Sleep is a goddamn hellscape. I run from somewhere between 2 to 6 hours of sleep most nights, and have to take plenty of naps just to survive. That makes it next to impossible some days to get the energy I need, or if I did get enough nappies, to get the free-time I need.

In terms of my actual DID... Amnesia is the biggest one. I constantly have gaps. I have to write every single thing down. I have plenty of accomodations, sure! But even those fail from time to time, and then it's just a spiral. Like, today at work, I had a surprise meeting I did not write down, because I just forgot to. I forgot about the meeting until 10 minutes prior, when I got an alert in my email about it. This meant I skipped lunch, and had to try and focus without having eaten since 9am. This made my day harder, which led to...

Dissociation!!! God fuck. It's so hard to focus sometimes. I am so spaced out. Today was one of those days where I had to cling to my phone for survival and grounding. Not the healthiest coping mechanism, but it's better to be writing posts on tumblr during class than forgetting I'm in class at all. And none of the kids snitch on me -- just get a little pissy if I don't call on them quickly enough.

Trauma flashbacks. Ough. If I get stuck in one, goodbye ability to think for awhile. It's been happening more and more frequently at work lately, so there goes my 30 minute lunch spent in the bathroom forgetting I exist because I feel like I'm going to my parents house after school.

That ties into paranoia. I have to convince myself more often than not that, when I get home, my abusers won't be there. I'm 26 and haven't directly lived with them in 3 years, and I cut them off close to a year ago. I still wake up thinking they're breaking in.

That's about all I can think off quick, off the top of my head. Basically... owie owie my brain is a big ol bruise.

[wildwinterlunas]

Alright so I'm re-reading all the New Blood comics instead of just re-reading the first three (cause I tend to focus on Cassidy's dynamics with Pharah, Ana and Baptiste). I' reading the Zarya one now and...

The fact that Cassidy has not only stolen a Talon orca, meaning he broke into a Talon base, but also broke into a Russian military base-

The fact that he just casually does this too is both funny and impressive. Also;

There are like, five bastion units there, new bastion units. Meaning they are probably more advanced then the bastion we know and love. They are also still on that constantly adapting programing, which means they are probably super advanced.

And Cassidy took them out single handedly-

SIR WTF-

Like these aren't the bots that they took out in the earlier panels either, these guys were still fully functional-

I also really like that Zarya and Cassidy have the similar vibe of "Yes we joke around but we can cause we know we can get shit done". I think it comes from them both being older siblings, speaking of which I got such older brother vibes from Cassidy during this. From only stepping in to help Zayra when it was clear that she was starting to struggle, to him calling her "dumb but brave";

Also Zarya's sister's in the background just looking at Cassidy like "ooooo you did not just say that-" made my day.

Also I can't believe I missed this;

They found out about what happened in Paris while in Russia, which explains why Pharah had made up her mind at this point.

Also the little detail that Zarya made up her mind when Talon was mentioned, being a little call back to her history with them in "Searching";

Words cannot describe how much I love these comics!

[lanaactuallyabanana]

Okay- Okay- Okay! Soooo, hear me out on this one!

Headcannons or a oneshot of...

Reader, gn or fem, I don't mind which, is the older sibling of Ranboo. So obviously, being the cool asf and totally straight sibling that reader is, they randomly show up at Ranboo's apartment one day with a ton of baked goods cause they run a little Bakery back in California. Ranboo doesn't know this, and they're playing a horror game so any noises of doors opening or closing just seem like apart of the game they are playing. So reader naturally scares Ranboo by sneaking up behind him. So that leads to two things. One, reader getting whacked in the face due to Ranboo's reflexes. Two, that leads to a ton of questions from chat on who the heck Reader is.

Take your time on this one! Make sure to eat, drink, and take all the time you need on this!!

-Mackenzieeeee :))))))

omg kenzie. all hail kenzie for their amazing asks wtf ur filling my inbox with beauty and i cannot repay for it ily so fucking much holy shit ur so cool @catswithroses (also is this header cutesies or what oml) also lana is back in her writing actual fics and not just headcanons everyone yippee!!!!! AND BEFORE A BITCH SAYS SOMETHING, MACARON IS PRONOUCED MACK-UH-RON. NOT MACK-UH-ROON. WRONG FUCKING DESERT.

ranboo x fem!reader (platonic, sibling dymanic)

, smelling something sweet !!

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Ran and Y/n have always had a dynamic as siblings. See, when you typically hear about siblings in a novella such as this, you most likely think of young kids fighting and arguing with one another over the most silliest of things. But, to your dismay, these two never had such a duo like that. They were simple but yet so unique as siblings. And that's what made them special.

Y/n was constantly in touch with Ran, she felt a need as an older sister to check up on them, as would any sister do. Ran had previously lived in another part of the world, England, for a little while, but had moved back to California not so long ago. They lived in a smaller apartment (a shit one, according to Ranboo themselves), and Y/n quite liked to visit them every once in a while. It was an easy thing for Y/n to do, as she owned a bakery around 30 minutes away from his place. Y/n had closed early for the day, deciding to visit and deliver her most popular and desired treat (one that Ran couldn't resist), elderflower and rose macarons. She packed her deserts in a purple tupperware container, and placed them in the passenger seat of her car.

Soon enough, she arrived at his place. She entered through the door using the spare key he had given her, and looked around his place. It was surprisingly clean, he must have had a friend come over and help him clean. As she was admiring his polaroid's on the kitchen wall, she heard her brother yell. Her eyes widened in confused, and checked her phone.

RanbooLive is now streaming! "WOOO HORROR GAME LETS GO"

She laughed at herself. No wonder why he was yelling. She opened up the stream and saw his setup, facecam was on and he was playing some horror game that she didn't recognize. She noticed on his facecam that she would have a perfect entry for them not to hear her, considering he also had headphones on. Y/n smirked deviously. She placed her phone in her pocket, and held the baked goods in her arms tightly. She slowly creeped towards the office door.

See, reader, Ranboo was in their own state. They were unable to truly focus around anything around them (which is most likely a hazard) due to how realistic the game seemed. Footsteps, wood creaking, whispers, and rumbles were just all part of the game.

Now that you know that, Y/n quietly snuck behind Ranboo, seeing herself in the facecam. She paused for a second, looking at the chat.

mcytfan765_ : erm

ilovedinosaurs474: who is that??

biolevded: ranboo has stalked confirmed

Y/n giggled to herself at the chats. She waved and smiled quietly at the camera. Ranboo, somehow, is still entirely clueless and very focused to one singular monitor that has the game on it.

Ranboo turns his head to the side in confusion slowly, but still remains focused to the game. "Guys, I swear this game has a placebo or whatever you call it cause I'm smelling something sweet right now."

Y/n took that as her cue, and screamed.

Ran's eye's widened and they fell off their chair entirely.

Let's just say we got a clip-worthy moment between the two siblings.

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hehehe i love this fic its so silly!! its also short n' sweet but i love it!!

tysm to @catswithroses for the wonderful request, both jackie and kenzie feeding me with these asks yum yum

if you liked this, please support me by liking, reblogging, commenting and following me!!

requests are open!

[cult-of-the-eye]

Tell me your Criminal Minds thoughts! (please if your still gripped by it) <3

oh boy being gripped by it is an understatement

get ready folks

ok so when i first started it i was hesitant cause like i was coming out of a bad time and i was like i need something new to focus on but i'm not sure if this'll make me feel worse or better but i'd heard good things about it and some stuff about people thirsting over a skinny autistic white guy and then i started it and i was GRIPPED ok i should've known it would join my list of hyperfixations cause i'm such a sucker for found family going through horrific things partly cause they're trying to solve things in their own past and this is pretty much exactly that but more on the angst than fluff side

anyway on to the characters my beloved <33333

Gideon

i am SUCH a slut for this kinda character like renowned kinda eccentric genius forced away from his field after a traumatic event then coming back to that field

and gideon oh man he was so fucking cool i loved that guy

he was literally everyone's dad i just-

the whole elle calling gideon dad storyline made me giggle

i was so sad that he retired but you know what i'm glad cause the poor guy deserved a fucking BREAK

he's just so iconic, like him being spencer's father figure, him screaming bloody murder in that one house to show it was sound proofed or whatever, him telling elle not to call him dad, him sharing the orange with his coworkers, him going beserk over the one child that got kidnapped and literally BUSTING into the kidnapper's house and he's always so gentle with the kids and it's so fucking sweet, him and his little cabin this man deserves so much rest i love him

in my head he is happily fishing in a cabin somewhere

Elle!!!!

I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I FUCKING LOVE HER

she is so fucking underrated man

she's just so COOL and like she's introduced as like this ambitious smart badass FBI agent but she's also so insanely caring about the female victims

like she acknowledges how difficult it is to be a female in that position and also keep sane having seen all that shit happen to the female victims

i really fell i love with her during one of the earlier episodes where she's talking to a rape victim and she sees that she's uncomfortable and takes her away from the men to give her some space and the opportunity to talk to a woman i just

she's so fucking fierce and loving and i would do ANYTHING for her

my girl did NOTHING wrong

all the shit that went down in the fisher king i will never get over that, like she could've been furious at any of the team and blamed them for what happened to her but she didn't

it's wild to me that the best criminal profilers in the US couldn't see that elle desperately needed help

i will always remember the time she opens up to reid about how she can still feel the guy's fingers inside her bullet wound and i just AH she needed the compassion that she usually provided but she didn't get that and so she broke

i am a fierce defender of elle greenaway i love that woman and i was DEVASTATED when she left i cannot believe we only got 3 seasons of her

(she's also hot)

Hotch

oh man i have so many thoughts about this man but i can't properly articulate any of them

first of all, smash.

now we've gotten past that, i'm such a sucker for grumpy caretaker characters who barely smiles but when he does it's wonderful and meaningful

he knows his team and it fucking shows i just love this guy so much

i was so sad when hailey divorced him, i thought he was gonna be the one guy with the semi healthy family life but guess not

although i understand why she did, they needed different things than each other

the part that really made me go feral was when he was talking to that one serial killer and he was like some people who were horrifically abused grow up to kill and torture others but others grow up to catch them

i was like OH FUCK that resonates, vowing to never do what was done to you and stop others from ever feeling the same way you did

but then they did nothing with that storyline which was a little disappointing but i did like it

also he's a father

Spencer

i went into this only knowing about the hype for this guy and boy do i understand it

i am not into men but i would make an exception for this man right here

something about his autistic transmasc puppy dog swag has captivated me

the fact that he is autistic and comfortable letting the mask up a little around these people and!! they still!!! love him!!! it just makes me so fucking happy

like if he can do a job where his skills are seen as insanely useful and it's a part of him that's loveable then maybe i can too!!

he's so cute this skrunkly little white guy i don't really have the words to explain i want to throw him against a wall and then feed him soup

they always put these ones through the most trauma i feel

but we do love to see it

like break pretty boy break!

JJ

gorgeous gorgeous girly i love her

she's so funny and confident and sweet and smart and like what even else is there to say she's literally just everything

Morgan

i LOVE morgan with all my heart

like he's the older brother of the team, his friendship with literally everyone is everything to me

the way he calls reid pretty boy and teases him and his whole platonic soulmate ship with garcia (i don't ship them personally i see them as absolute besties) and his general just charming, funny, likeable demeanour

and then we get hit by the episode where he reveals that he was molested as a kid

i didn't cry but i got extremely close

it's always those ones who have the most devastating backstories

his whole speech about how he was the one who got himself out of chicago, not his abuser, he did that all by himself oh man

that was a punch in the gut.

i love him <3

Garcia

she is an ICON she is The MOMENT she is EVERYTHING

i fucking love her i would kill for her

her personality seeps into EVERYTHING man she is just so unabashedly herself and it's so fucking wonderful to see

she's quirky and upbeat amongst all the horror and its so fucking refreshing i am so in love with her confidence especially as a mid size person myself

she's so sweet she's literally everyone's best friend her energy is so infectious ahhhhhh love her <3

Prentiss

i saved my fave for last :)

at first i was like she will never replace elle i don't trust her but then she didn't replace elle, she was awesome in her own way

first of all. SMASH. she's so insanely hot i would die for her

her voice, her eyes, her hair, her personality oh my god

she's just so fucking driven and compassionate and has her dry humour that makes me so insane about her

i have no words

she's just everything to me

yeah ok. thanks for asking!!! writing this absolutely cheered me up after a bad day :)

[theemporium]

Can I ask what hockey books u read 👀👀 I've also read some pretty terrible ones myself and I'm losing hope 😭 sticking to hannah Grace for now cause I actually enjoyed icebreaker and wildfire 🤠

they are trashy but i do adore the elle kennedy books! i recommend the off campus series and the briar u series, but stay away from 'the legacy' and the new second generation series because they are quite shit and just ruin the world tbh😭my personal favourites were 'the deal', 'the score' and 'the risk'!!

as for books to avoid? a lot of people recommended avery keelan, becka mack and hannah cowan. maybe it's partially my fault for reading them all so close together but they were shit😭like the characters and plots and the whole vibe in general was off for all three of them. not personal fans of their works

i did read "behind the net" by stephanie archer and "rule number five" by j wilder and, i won't lie, i don't remember much from the reads but i remember liking them a little better. they didn't necessarily scratch the itch i wanted for a hockey romance but they were more tolerable than the previous three authors i mentioned

but i fucking ADORE the maple hill series and i cannot wait for henry's book!! although to be fair, they don't really focus on the hockey aspect as much as other books do which i honestly don't mind. they are still great books (wildfire is my fav) but i wouldn't go into them expecting a shit load of hockey!! even icebreaker was more ice skating based than hockey

[corpsebrothel]

hey. you.

i see you. watching tiktoks with no headphones on public transit. in a futile effort to build "community" with the faceless passers-by, who might hear it, who might recognize it, who might glance at you, who might laugh, who might laud you for your confidence in sharing your sense of humor or taste in music of your mind for all the world to hear. but all you get is scorn. eyes roll. babies cry. they laugh at you, not with you, and you turn up the volume and choose ignorance. you are being hopelessly annoying but you are too stubborn to see that this is mutable. it's the objector and not you who is shamelessly loud.

sad clown. shaking, whimpering, sniveling, bug-eyed little rat-dog in a rich woman's purse. every repeating audio revealing to the world a new layer of the depths of your loneliness. you are a flashing sign and an invisible speaker somewhere, blaring Top 40 hits from 2009 outside a Las Vegas casino. the world will see only the part of you that is tacky, that is boring. all you wanted was community. a friend. but your self advertisement, what you choose to define you, is a repetitive, droning nothing that they know is not yours, it does not come from you. it does not belong to you. it is not yours to advertise yourself with, and so an absence of self is assumed; you become nothing to them.

you claim not to care, haters be damned, You're Doing You, but you aren't Doing You. you haven't Done You in a very long time. you don't know how. you don't even know You anymore. you are, every off-hour of your waking day, enmeshed with it, married to the parasite, another piece of the world's disease. you cannot be the caricature of consumerist confidence it wants you to be. because in such a state of consumerism the self ceases altogether to exist. you are not "Doing You" you are nothing but a Bluetooth speaker, another extension of the belligerent noise into the heads of anyone it hasn't taken root in yet, drowning out the thoughts of anyone left to think them. leaving the "joyless pretentious haters" unable to focus and to think even in such characteristic Thinking Moments as "staring out the window on the bus on the way to the job we still remember sucks and starves us", so that the slop can enter them too, and make husks of them. free time does not matter to you anymore, because the concept has become alien to you that anyone has any, or why they would want any. you are not really a person anymore, or at least what you put out into the world does not represent what remains of one inside that defensive shell of nonstop churning shit-garbage-nothing. "there is nothing wrong with consumerism, we must all consume, we must eat," you parrot your parasocial Twitter idols who have never met you, would never hold your hand, would not kill for you, again and again. as if all consumption is consumerism by nature and not by design, and as if most people on the bus are advocating you stop buying things you like to begin with. but you are beyond a consumer. you are an advertisement. you have become a gas station pump ad for churros, or flu vaccines. buy headphones, repent ye adult ipad baby.

and YOU. gazing out the window. avoiding me. why do you ignore this blight upon our ears? and You, Bus Driver...?

--i am thrown from the bus, for "holding up the commute". for "causing a disturbance".

did i ever say to slow down? to stop driving? not once.

no. you, bus driver did that. the power of my words alone gave you, the driver, pause, gave ALL of you pause...license to stop and think. and no one likes that.

and the disturbance. i caused no disturbance, but merely pointed one out. i should be a martyr. a saint. as i am dragged from this bus by the coattails of my antique and very fragile suit--please be more gentle with that--let my image cement itself in your mind. let you remember me, let you remember my sacrifice, which hath saved you all.

[hennythejetsmith]

Woodford 12/30

It isn't a lack of truth; I overthink entirely too much, but level with me..this isn't the first time & very similar circumstances & I'm not sure if this is some universal test? Karmic retribution for my past mistakes, maybe this is nothing at all, but if that were the case, then why am I up at 5:53 on a Saturday morning deep in a glass of whisky untangling the infinite hypotheticals...? Surely, this pusillanimous state I'm in, the endless synapses firing off that are slowly drowning in the double oak barrel reserve being forced down my throat for the fear of any unpleasant crossroad because I LOATHE the lows .. potential for them anyhow. Happy New Years Eve Eve

Christmas was good. We spent time with her family to which I discovered that crime, specifically shoplifting, was decriminalized in New York? The jury is still deliberating this no pun intended. In all seriousness, it was a beautiful experience. I remember when my Grandamommy's house was once teeming with love. Granted, we didn't have nearly as many members, that's not to say my mother's house isn't overabundant in love, but I lost track of the amount of people & being quizzed 5 minutes on Aunt Dina & Cousin Madelyn & who has on the orange top with black bottom versus who has on black top with orange bottom can somewhat paint the picture for the swaths of individuals. Uncle Shawn's a good guy. Eagles fan or not, I could talk sports & shoot the shit with him until the last grain of sand fell from my hourglass, as long as some cowboys fans were there hah

I'm going to try therapy soon. I wonder how Kurt felt, or was that just a fleeting thought. The most recent still of he playing a guitar juxtapose a girl wearing something of a tie dye Nirvana shirt with the bold print "Disrespectful" stamped across the screen shot through my mind like a comet. I'm not sure it would've mattered to him at this point of his life had he still been with us. Fathering his daughter seemed to be of utmost importance to him prior to his death, why should we believe that would change? My focus is similar, despite my vice to the brown stuff, I want to nurture & grow all my relationships. Maybe therapy is the answer for me. One office turned me down & another didn't respond. The third said they couldn't help while they offered a suggestion, so maybe they did help after all. We'll see, I hope. As I sit here at 6:13, contemplating what's next... I know I'm going to keep reading. My father would appreciate that. Oh, Update on my Pop Pop, he is doing better from last I spoke with Aunt Pat & my dad. I wish I wasn't under the weather so I could see him.

What was the root cause of the Civil War? That is the new point of contention for the internet discourse among troglodytes, or at least one of them. I'm just glad it isn't "if he invites you on a date, should you split the bill if he asks" because i'm tired. WE are not a monolith either, but damn! Well, who am I to judge, I find joy in watching minecraft videos from time to time & my humor is so broken... I cannot be the first to cast a stone or call the kettle black.

I'm not sure if i'm drunk or it does feel good to write like this. I used to be a poet, you know? if you take some time & scroll, you'll see. That's if anyone else is actually reading this. Or, & I sometimes feel like these little rants are for me to look back over, maybe you should scroll down, yourself, writer & see what you've done. Give yourself a bit of a jolt that you need. Lil prognostication here. Put it together 2024.. all of it. Make the people around you proud. Whoever isn't around, wish them the same. No need to say fuck em, that mantra is adopted by one too many & we

see how the world is turning out now, don't we. Genocides are filmed with no definite end in sight. Whether it be for something like this: a laptop to type my first world problems on or the direct attempt at the erasure of a Palestinian people in the Gaza Strip.. we've lost sight of Humanitarianism. I know, these are the hot button topics, but what happens when they turn cold? What happens when the news cycle filters in a new story that captivates the audiences across the world? Are we to forget the atrocities that occurred under our watchful eye. This needs its own section(see here for the reason of break midsentence). Are we doomed to these primitive ways of conflict resolution? I'd hope not, otherwise dystopian novelists have some explaining to do & why were they not picking lotto tickets instead of shaping the landscape for my future? How selfish of me...so many other people in desolate corners of the world, with little to no hope of survival & here we are.. what type of Chai would you like, sir? Pathetic. Even though a chai latte sounds nice, from your local coffeeshop, because its f*** the Bucks, it just confirms this whole disconnect from the rest of the world. That isn't to say that I don't face my own issues as a Black man, but I could rant less...I could do a bit more for other people...being denied from a therapist really frustrated me while people gave birth & lost their newborn because one group of people, backed by an empire, decided that they were not important enough to live.

I pocket these thoughts...because...well I don't know... Jigglypuff

[egotistic-queer]

where can we find the compiled summary of your mother mother oc info

omg omg someone asked about them omg uhm i guess i'll use this ask as a means to write summaries about the ones i have so far! :D (i plan on making one for each album! :3)

these "summaries" are gonna be yap seshes so sorry anon or anyone else reading this

here's your warning for death, suicide, self harm, psychosis(?), and a LOT LOT more of the sort. just... pretty heavy and dark topics in general. mother mother songs aren't very happy usually.

(every character doesn't have a very fleshed out childhood, just more vague ideas of why they are who they are today, because i mostly solely focus on the stories the albums present)

Thomas 'Tommy' Urena - Touch Up OC! 25 years old. He/him. Thomas is a British germaphobe who lived in the countryside to get away from his "dirty town". Eventually, he realized he need a change in scenery. So! Thomas decided to buy a one person boat and go sailing with no exact destination in mind, even though he had no prior sailing experience. He gets caught in a storm and almost dies because of it. The trauma sticks with him while he continues sailing on, giving him depression and and self harming with the axe he has with him. This is where we meet the supporting character of this story, a hallucination of a (guardian) angel named Ana. Ana cannot be harmed as she isn't real, but Ana serves as a motivation for Thomas not to kill himself. Thomas eventually gets to land somewhere and a guy finds him wandering around. The guy picks him up in his truck and talks to him a little bit before bringing him to a hotel in the small rural town he lives in and Thomas washed up on. Well! He's at that change of scenery he so desperately wanted, so he decides to do some self evaluation and find love and truth. He goes back to the hotel empty handed without either love or truth be he realizes that he has a new passion; dancing. Over time, he buys a dress and grows out his hair and gets good at makeup and Tommy (as he calls himself when performing, because it rolls of the tongue easier) basically does drag on the street (WHICH PAID VERY WELL, HE GOT A HOUSE OF HIS NOT LONG AFTER). Despite being a straight and cis man and being called homophobic and transphobic slurs almost every day, he's living his best life! But, the toxic masculinity seeps back into his brain and he sobs while looking at himself in the mirror, he feels nostalgic thinking about his childhood sure, but it still was kinda shit. Nevertheless! He ends up getting a girlfriend and still, as always, gets rumours made up about him around town. He ends getting married to his girlfriend because of her being pregnant, so they prepare for the baby. Tommy cuts his hair and changes his outfit style back to how it was before as to be a more masculine father figure so they wouldn't get bullied. Tommy's wife dies during childbirth, which causes Tommy to delve (deeper) into depression, not even being able to care for himself, he wasn't able to care for his child too, causing it to die too, not making it any better for him. Tommy's childhood was essentially always acting like a "boy" and getting forced down his throat toxic masculinity.

Olivia Mallory Harper - O My Heart OC! 18 years old. She/her. Olivia is an Ukrainian-American girl who got broke up with by her now ex partner, leaving a hole in her heart and in her life. She tries dating apps and whatnot to get a new person to love her and for her to love back, it doesn't work. She turns to committing crimes -- yes, one of the crimes includes arson-- and drug abuse to fill the hole in her life. It still doesn't help, all it does is cause guilt within herself and realize that everyone is human. She wants to change, she tries to change, but of course, like she's been doing, she fails to do that. The motivation to change just isn't there for her, despite her wanting wisdom to help her change too. She gives up because what fun is there in failing to change!!! She instead has gruesome thoughts about wanting to be dismembered and pulled apart limb from limb because why not?! What's the point of living anymore?! Alongside those thoughts, she has fantasies of being a ghost, basically- without anyone in her life to truly love her, Olivia isn't very excited about the idea of living. And right when you think all hope for her is lost, she gets a partner! Now, I want to say, her partner is either a boy or girl no inbetween, I just leave it up to interpretation by saying "they/them" but really they're either a she/her or he/him, OKAY BACK TO THE STORY! "Taylor" (Olivia's partner) and Olivia have sex in her father's hayloft and despite Olivia's warnings of hearing her dad or if her dad walks in on them, Taylor is shot by Olivia's dad, who shows no remorse because he's only doing "what's best for his girl". Olivia falls into anger for her father, becoing destructive to external things again such as punching holes in the wall and whatnot. She steals her dad's gun, sits in the hayloft next to Taylor's dead body, and takes her own life. They meet again as ghosts before both being revived by an unknown source for an unknown reason. They take Olivia's dad's gun again and kill him with it and hide the body in a river. No one ever finds out but it does cause Olivia paranoia to the point she almost always has the gun on her. Olivia's childhood was essentially she was born in Ukraine to an Ukrainian speaking mother and Ukrainian/English speaking father. When Olivia was 4-6 years old (meaning she had a lot of time to take in the languages her parents spoke), her mom left her and her dad and her dad took her back to his home in the states. She holds resentment for both parents.

Elias/Eli - Eureka OC! 22 years old. He/it. Elias is a very paranoid American boy with a fear for change to the point where he warns people their lives may change without them allowing it to because the universe doesn't care about any of them. His fear of change even seeps into his girlfriend's nickname she uses, Abigail, or, Abby as most people refer to her as. Abby is in the psych field and decides to give Elias a little therapy session (although not a professional one as she calls him a handful), and which Elias talks about karma and death coming for everyone, the only thing that can comfort him is the concept of space itself. Elias and Abby end up going to a party together and after a while of trying to convince her (and a few drinks) Abby finally dances with Elias which give him momentary bliss and think of space, causing him to temporarily forget his paranoia. He's happy for those few moments that they dance. When Elias gets home, he thinks about the only other thing that brings him comfort, the past, even though his past wasn't all that great, he was used to it, and the comfort of that familiarity was enough to outweigh the badness of his childhood. His mental health is detioriating. Elias warns Abby that his mental health is depleting and that he may emotinally hurt her if not on purpose, his obsession with the past and familiarity grow. He sees himself a sinner and Abby a saint, he sees her as holy and perfect and himself as not. Elias isn't good at showing affection,such as showering Abby with it right before ignoring her again. He doesn't mean to this, he's trying his best to be a good boyfriend, it's just hard with his mental health. Elias continues to warn people about his mental health, especially Abby, it's a sign for help at this point. And what does Abby do? She tears him down and dumps him. What a good therapist/sar. Elias decides to leave where he was to get a fresh start and ends up admitting himself into a mental hospital because he knows that is the right thing to do. This is where I apologize about my lack of knowledge on mental hospitals guys. His assigned nurse there is Abby and neither of them are neccesarily thrilled about it, but they don't complain musch about it unless to each other, and, slowly, Elias gets better mentally. He eventually gets discharged under the notion that he is supervised by a staff member of the hospital, and that staff member is Abby. Elias has changed a lot, more looking forward to the future and what it could bring rather than the disturbing confort of the past he once had, he's changed so much so he can deal with Abby's nickname now and also has a nicnake name of his own: Eli. He's kinda happy now. And that's what's important. Elias' childhood though was essentially having an abusive father that would constantly hit him and his mom and other siblings. He was the oldest, he always tried to take it so the youngers didn't.

(i actually never fully wrote down Tobi's story ever (procrastination) so all i have are my messy notes meaning this might be real funky) Tobi Sanna - The Sticks OC! 15 years old. They/it. Tobi is an American person with many many mental issues including depression, anxiety, DPDR and just wants to get away from society and all it's troubles. Because of this desire to leave, to escape, they do. They run away to a cave in a mountain where they stay for now, of course with a gun (although that's more for security, not to actually be planned to use), lighter, and knife, they're not stupid, they need things for survival. Despite how hard it is living in the wild with paranoia and fear, Tobi finds it better than the small rural town they were living in. At least here, there was a reason for creatures to ignore them, at least here, creatures wouldn't misgender them either on purpose or by accident, at least here, they didn't have to face the daunting horror that was possible depression or anxiety, armchair diagnoses weren't fun to deal with, although professional diagnoses weren't an option either considering their parents. Tobi didn't want to be diagnosed with anything anyway though. Although, they do want antidepressants. This paranoia, this mental illnesses cause them not to be able to live their life normally. Religious trauma gets to them, depression gets to them, derealization gets to them, they finally build a hole in the forest outside of their cave to act as a grave, put the gun to their head, and the trigger is pulled. Even after death, after being promised something might happen, something good, that they'll be healed, they still have the weight of their mental illnesses. And wowie, they get revived by unknown reasons and unknown source too! They go back into society for a fresh start with them, changes their name with help of a new guardian (Tommy) and cut their hair to feel more in their skin, they feel a lot better than before now. Tobi also finally reunites with their best friend "Twig" (the supporting character in this album because i had to grasp at straws) who had also known all their problems but was powerless to do anything about it, not even being to find Tobi when they ran off. They're besties again :) Tobi's childhood was essentially being neglected a ton by their parents unless it was transphobic or homophobic rhetoric their way because their parents knew how they were since they came out.

long story short after all their stories, they all meet each other and are friends (Tommy & Olivia have a father-daughter relationship as they both have the one thing they lost within each other) and yeah! a few even live in Tommy's house (Olivia, Taylor, and Tobi)

and!!! there are more to come!!! expect this post to slowly be updated! :3

[prorevmakeouts]

im considering my other set of OCs today

MISS rhys (no relation) and lee they are like. well budget blake / eve i suppose rhys kind of has blakes body type but eves personality while lee is the opposite. but this is just me having types and i do not accept criticism for this

lee is likeeee super buff with Some fat while rhys is a scrawny little guy... lee tries 2 get her to work out with her but rhys is a noodle-armed little emo girl she would not thrive in a gymbro environment.

lee has a more Chill personality rhys is very high strung. theyre in a band together lee is the drummer and rhys is the rhythm guitar / singer / manager who constantly bosses the Official manager around / marketing guy / PR guy. lee is kind of just along for the ride she didn't even play percussion before rhys started the band she learned it specifically for her. just kind of goes with whatever life throws at her even if that involves now being in an insanely popular alt band

theyre both furries also but Can be human in my mind world (im bad at drawing humans. this is the only reason theyre furries lol) lee is a leucistic spotted hyena and rhys is a brown mutt doggy... lees got some tattoos while rhys likes to dye her fur/hair different colors and takes the showmanship / performance aspect of her job Very seriously. lee just wears ratty wifebeaters and cargo shorts on stage

and of Course they fuck bc this is the entire point of any story i have ever written the "themes" and "message" and "plot" all exist to lead to 2 women fucking. every single time. i cannot change my heart. rhys is basically the exclusive "top" cause her mindset in all things is Check This Off My List Get Shit Done with a sort of intensity to the Finish This Task part even if she does love lee. but shes also impulsive enough to simply initiate WAYYY more than lee does and again, lee just Goes with whatever shes chill like that. she does enjoy it but just doesnt get the chance to initiate often because it's either not the right Vibe or rhys has already beaten her to it. or shes just lazy tbh thats the main reason they don't typically do mutual shit: plus their size difference (lee is tall and beefy while rhys is shorter and scrawny) makes that difficult. lee Would occasionally initiate i think but as a like Special Treat i think rhys also has some insecurity that leads to her not wanting to "bottom" as often (:[)

i say top and bottom in quotes bc i dont rlly think those terms make as much sense for lesbians but when i say "top" i mean "the one eating out / strapping / fingering the other one" for Clarity's sake. and again they dont tend to do mutual shit like scissoring or any of the other hundreds of possible options bc 1. lee is kind of lazy and won't bring it up unprompted and 2. size difference makes it difficult. lee is scared of hurting her lol. also i dont find that shit as hot Sorry i like there 2 be focus on One Person At A Time

their story takes place in a time generally analogous to 90s-2000s usa (though its NOT just normal usa like in sanctuary this is a different Location bc its easier to justify the furry shit that way) erm lots of typical homophobia especially in their Scene and theyre also dealing with not being taken as Seriously by peers and critics as an all-female band with a Very eccentric and gnc frontwoman. lee has slightly Less internalized shit than rhys i think but she still wants to stay closeted just so she doesn't have to deal with the media circus, rhys has Internalized shit where she hates being gay so so badly and wants to stay closeted as to not negatively impact her career. internalized shit leads to things like randomly crying during sex, flipping into emotional coldness on a switch, not wanting to be seen around lee in public but then Also having a freakout because she misses her and has separation anxiety, "i hate myself for liking you too much" shit, etc. i think she gets over it eventually though especially when their band goes on hiatus and she learns to focus more on what she Actually wants to do as an artist instead of maximizing her reach (not necessarily sanitizing herself... she does wild shit for attention all the time, including being openly supportive of gay people which is why she gets the gay accusations thrown at her to begin with. she just doesnt want to be ACTUALLY out because its too personal: the eccentric way she behaves on stage is a persona, and coming out for real would weaken the divide between Stage Rhys and Real Rhys which is scary for her). also on said hiatus lee is basically an unemployed bum living off of savings she had from when the band was super popular and selling out venues selling out of CDs etc. but it also gives them time to have a more Normal relationship since theyre out of the spotlight (well. not FULLY out of the spotlight because the media and fans dont just forget about shit like that, but theyre under less scrutiny). moving in together etc etc. and they can fuck more 👍

[madchild-dennis]

Sometimes I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT with God.

I was about to post a God persistently trying to persuade me to change my no dating stance and my stance about the Asshole. Plus telling me to rough design the MAIN PALACE.

To then see Maliek walk in as an answer to my response to God. Reminding me that the replacement is also there READY.

Trust me I was just going to post about being swayed and wavering in the moment but in the end, my answer is always the SAME. However, God is persistent because it's time and I need to be READY, hence the Palace designing.

I really cannot with GOD, too damn determined.

I used to stressed about the Main Palace designing, but now I'm good doing it on my own. But damn I keep forgetting things I'd want. Plus the intricacies of the functionality and making sure things are able to be executed properly and optimally. Plus privacy and security. There are so many things that are necessary. Yes, I'll get it professionally done, but I know what I want in regards to the feel, wants, and the type of experience I want at the Palace. So that's why I'm designing a rough plan. But the details and final outcome with the things I want, feel and more will be professionally done, for sure. So I don't mind this. I didn't want to stop my lil mini vacation I had relaxing and watching a HILARIOUS K-drama but I don't mind changing to focus on what God ask.

Now the asshole. Yes, I COULD forgive and forget. But why should I? Give me ONE GOOD REASON. Love is not a good reason. Nor is "God said" a good one either. Because God said and SHOWED me an amazing man in early 2021 in regards to a future marriage with him. Then God called me married and especially during that period that shit was worst than any fucking man or husband. Because I've met men and even if they were or were NOT hyperfocused on sex, and they were according to what God told me all that time. "He loves you..." or "He wants you..." or some other fucking shit along that line. Would NEVER do what he did to me. Even the fucking rapist (I'm calling the guy who nearly raped me such) would never do what he did. In fact up to even court with the hopes of my changed mind or more still would never do what he did to me. It's harsh because the rapist, his friends and family want to cause me harm or more. If I wasn't charging him, he would do whatever he could to get what he wants. But not what the asshole did. Why?

Because they all see my value, have feelings for me or care enough not to do certain things or want me in discomfort (if I accepted their offers) in hopes of something or simply because they liked me. MANY would jump loops (if I accepted it), do what they WOULD NEVER for anyone else, because they know my worth. Even if for them it is in hopes for a lady to lie down with or stick their dick into. I did NOT have to suffer if I wanted to take the MANY offers. In fact, some would follow all my rules including no sex or no relationship, but I know it would be wrong and emotionally hard for them. So, I chose discomfort instead. What did that shit do when I was in problems? Exactly.

Plus I could hold unto the fleeting few good moments. BUT dude gaslighted me about them. ACTED LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED. Swore to me and more that I was lying. AND SO MUCH MORE. So, his WISH IS MY COMMAND. Therefore that shit brought NOTHING good to me from the moment we met till now. WHY SHOULD I FORGIVE or GIVE HIM A CHANCE HE CLEARLY DOESN'T WANT OR CARE.

If we are going to go to NOW or say let go of the past and have faith or hope. Okay. Where is his faith or hope or fucking obedience. What also fucking pisses me off is I take all the fucking risk while that shit WAITS until it's CONVENIENT for him. NO FUCKING SACRIFICE or only does it AFTER I share how it would benefit him, publicly. Like when I stated God said to sponsor him and get the forms for it. Those who were following remembered how QUICKLY the little shit showed up at the bookstore. But can't post a fucking picture or share the truth. In fact, here's another thing.

I ask him to make a sacrifice from EARLIER IN THE FUCKING YEAR. I said stop school and come to me. If he comes after, then I'll make him my concubine. This was before the whole action of deleting and death certainty consequence:

But the shit continued with life. Well now that the shit should be finished with exams and more I will share this. So if he change now, it makes no fucking difference. If he did as I told early enough or just did it. At some point we would come together and talk about his schooling and education and we both would come to an agreement as to what to do. Which could mean letting him complete the year and then finish school abroad. I did say that at the end whatever we decide WE DECIDED. Or if it was too late, then pray the absence from exam still goes in his favour. Or we go together and I wait outside if we agree to complete the year. That's because I'm not a controlling person, nor like forcing anyone to do what they don't want to. I don't like it done to me why would I do it to others. Hence wanting a partnership.

But too bad for the little shit. He CHOSE SCHOOL over Obedience. he chose it over God, that Marriage and more. He chose it over me. He chose something he can do over instead of a human he cannot replace. I hope he failed the semester. Plus I have ABSOLUTELY NO use for a concubine. I do not need his fuck up family's manipulative and disgusting genes in my children. I already have a heir and more. So I have ABSOLUTELY NO USE for him, even if God forces me or persists on him. IT'S A NO.

Then Maliek. Maliek isn't a big issue other than his pride, feelings and I'm sure he is with someone else. The thing is, I was falling hard at a time God was all "you'll loose salvation if you wavered". Then I cared, then I wanted not to loose salvation. Then I wasn't all, "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK if I die or loose salvation." Then God was on my ass to be "perfectly obedient". However, what many do not understand, as of October onwards of last year, anyone God provided and I liked and wanted for my future and as the replacement would be the replacement. NO matter WHAT Raheem did afterwards. So, like Nicholas, if I wanted him as the replacement, we wouldn't be having this conversation. In fact, I maybe would have been pregnant already or something of that sort.

Anyway, despite being hurt and we both keeping our distance, he still checks on my posts, and more. So, he knew my stance change. In fact, I sense he wants to try or attempts. However, out of fear that I would leave him for the asshole, he keeps it to himself. I'm pretty sure he is waiting on him to die as I say or for me to convince him. With the die thing, I think, just the act of me moving on, would be one of the tools God will use to kill him (Takotsubo cardiomyopathy). If not that, there's drowning, car accidents, killing, slipping & falling and hitting his head or more. Anything God want to use will be the tool. However, there has to be FAITH first. There's ALWAYS has to be FAITH in the mix. He has to try, then once I'm completely sure and satisfied with the option. Then there's nothing left, but to remove the asshole. Which God will do and would have done. That includes if I wanted and could see a future according to God's plan, with Nicholas. Plus if I have to convince him, I would still have to do so even when Raheem's dead. So, that's a NO on that.

Plus the last I know (a few weeks ago) he happily has a girlfriend. I mean he looks contented. Not trying a stunt or flaunt or make me jealous like he has slightly done before. But happily with whoever. So I am definitely happy for him and keeping my distance. So, that one was entirely up to him, during the times I was open to dating. Now, it's still kind of up to him. However, he has to be willing to take the risk. That's loosing someone he is certain about (the girlfriend he has now) for the POSSIBILITY, I change my mind if he initiates a conversation. However, I ain't having that convo with a taken person. Yep, it's a dilemma.

BUT NONE is my problem, I'm happily designing so a none issue and they are men who seem fine without me. Plus I'm surely happy without them.

[sh1-n0bu]

I need to leave my horny thoughts with someone and I chose you to be my victim but like am I the only one who goes absolutely feral over the thought of aftercare. Like I look at characters like scaramouche with the urge to absolute ruin him but like I want to take care of him too. I give him many kisses mwah mwah.

God damn it I'm so fucking gay

♡︎ 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ♡︎

Characters: sub!scaramouche x dom!gn!reader

Warnings: like i always make my reader’s nb so everyone can feel included i do say cock but it can be thought of as a strap on too, hair pulling, crying, a bit of blood, mirror-fucking (kind of), a bit of dumbification, feminization, marking, a bit of a creampie ig???

and as a tradition no proof read, we die like a true horny mfs

Notes: and i will happily be the victim nonnie😌but yeah sameee. i’m more of a gentle dom but i don’t mind being mean sometimes(only with consent tho) and the aftercare would be just me spoiling the shit outta my bbies. also i tried head cannons for this ask. hope u don’t mind nonnie luv😚💓

oh scara scara scara

my favorite lovely brat

rough him up a bit he srsly wouldn’t mind it

mark him all up. the little whore wouldn’t mind showing off who he belongs to and who belongs to him

bite his neck, leave hickeys, bruise him up, and if the hickeys and love marks are starting to disappear, force him down and suck on the same spot

when you force him to sit still on your lap while marking him for long enough the little brat won’t hesitate to start grinding his needy neglected cock on your thighs

and when he feels nice and wants to be babied and spoiled by you, he would wear cute short pastel skirts and crop tops, a lace lingerie of your favorite color and favorite style

would lift up his tiny skirt to show you the see through lacy panties he chose and would ask “do i look pretty, love?”

pls spoil him, he needs it and definitely craves it even though he doesn’t say anything

buy him nice lingerie, accessories to go with it, clothes, spoil him, fuck him how he wants it

when you give him the gifts you got him or show him the tiniest bit of affection like goodbye kisses he just melts

put light make up on him just to watch as everything rolls down his face while his slutty hole gets absolutely wrecked by you

pull on his hair and make him watch himself get fucked stupid on the mirror opposite of your bed that you may or may not have put there purposely just for this reason

poor little scaramouche is so red and embarrassed of how you’re fucking his tiny self so good and deep to the point even a belly bulge is seen

he would whine and sob sooo prettily

“hic f-fuck me… mmoohre! pleashhee… i-i’ll be good hnng-ghh i’ll be shoshosho good! promishee”

and if you wanna leave him completely fucked out to the point he can’t even think of a single plea then press the cute belly bulge

baby boy would start trashing around with eyes blown wide and heart shaped pupils<3

“g-gAAANHHGG NO! NO NO NO! D-DON’T TOUCH ME THE-AAUUNNNGGH♡︎♡︎“

the prettiest crier fr fr���

mouth open with his tongue lolling out, put your fingers in his mouth and gently pull on his tongue, it makes him cum right then and there on the spot

slowly but deeply fuck him, his eyes would turn into heart pupils real quick with his red eyeliner running down

make him suck your fingers, he has a bit of a hand kink, especially if you’re taller or your hand has some noticeable scars or/and blisters

heavily making out with him while turning his mind into a mushy mess has him whining and sobbing out so freely and loudly

LOUD and i cannot say this enough

would be even louder if you were to gently nibble on his lower lip and accidentally cause it to bleed

keep filling his cute slutty hole until he’s a sobbing mess who can’t even focus his eyes on you with his heart shaped pupils<3

but always be sure to take good care of him afterwards

since he’s short and a puppet i’m pretty sure he doesn’t weigh that much so manhandle him

princess carry your precious boy and have a nice refreshing bath with him, his mushy brain and marked body would enjoy the feeling

and always cuddling and a nice pillow talk where you just praise him and call him your good boy, your sweet prince is a must or else the brat will pout and ignore you in the morning🙄

hold him close to you while you both drift off to sleep

he’d have the cutest, pleased small smile🥹

“hnng - lub you too♡︎” —> his words not mine