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[chilichopsticks]

Yall I go through the jjk smau tag like it’s my daily newspaper. PLS DONT STOP MAKING SMAUS

[accio-victuuri]

(13) Fake Rumors - from the vault

I have been going through some old rumors from the fake house & decided to share some. whether these may be new to you or not, but i hope you still enjoy them as much as I did looking back. I feel like in the fandom, we’ve only ever been active when it comes to lrlg and the 49 fakes. the rest of the information that fall in between aren’t as talked about or depends on the topic. as with all other bjyx material, i want a place to store some parts of it. 🤍

these are sort of random, the ones that I had saved and found again. treat it all as fiction.

( someone please make an AU fic or edit for this xz and wyb. there is a story here. look at them. 😍😍😍 )

i have traveled a long way, you have dreamed a long time. many lonely nights drift like fallen leaves but it always finds a way….🍃🍂

(1) this one was posted for the new year 🎉

XZ: Get me a courier later

🧔‍♂️:Okay

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🧔‍♂️:What is it? It’s so light

XZ: made-up parts, Legos.

*XZ talking to a staff so he can send out some lego parts. I think it’s light because what he is sending are “parts” that WYB is missing and he found them for him. I truly like the idea of XZ spoiling WYB when it comes to his hobbies and him being invested in it too even if he isn’t necessarily a fan too. true love! and well, reminded me of the rumored lego set gift during the early days of cql filming.

(2) have you eaten?

About the backstage live broadcast of a recent event on the same stage

WYB:Have you eaten yet?

XZ: *shakes head*

WYB: Come have dinner with me later

XZ: Who else? (Looking over it, I don’t know what I’m looking for)

WYB: Stop looking for it. I’ll send it to you next time.

Supplement: Teacher W watched Teacher X take off his makeup before leaving together.

*The usual WYB making sure that XZ eats and him waiting for his gege so they can eat with each other. Even after the CQL filming, as long as they are at the same event they will try and be together. Tho instances of that have been so rare to 0 nowadays because of the amount of eyes on them.

(3) the forbidden book lol

The crew's study period

WYB: Where is the erotic book? I want to read it.

XZ: Suddenly got up and left.

*This is one of my faves even if it’s so short! Library Pavilion behind the scenes & rumors is the gift that keeps on giving. I wouldn’t put it pass WYB to troll ZZ with this.

Here’s a GIF for you to bring you back to that time🤍

(4) call me maybe? 📱

There was a period last year where everyone had to learn rap, usually🐂 learned the fastest but he was absent-minded that time🐂 was looking at us eating delicious food while resting, it seems that he is thinking his rap, he seemed to be even more tired. At this time, staff handed over the phone and he left immediately to pick it up.

He called him, and when he came back he didn't have any special expression, but he felt refreshed. 

(5) praising

WYB: I really like to be praised by everyone and feel "wow" from everyone, so every time Da Zhen's family praises me crazily, I will secretly write it down and send it to him.

XZ: I am also a part-time praise captain. Every time I praise,None of them are the same.He can often keep up with the facts.

WYB: I don’t understand a lot of Internet slang.

XZ: I always hurt him by saying, "No, you don't even know this joke, so WYB doesn't go online?" Just. very good. Laughing, every time I feel hurt, I secretly say "He is better than me. I'm young, I know everything." What kind of tone is this? One time during a video, XZ sang "Darling, come and save me." Seeing WYB's ears slowly become red and coughed. Who can tell me what’s going on with these lyrics?

(6) baking shenanigans

The puff pastry made by XZ is very delicious, WYB will also work with XZ to help when he has time. He’s busy getting started, and they will also do some weird things. If there is a strange taste, try it with the people around you.

Once WYB squeezed minced garlic into the pastry and mixed chili powder, but forgot to mark it, XZ ate it, pinched the back of the neck and squeezed the flesh of the face "Teacher Trained WYB”

*IM CACKLING AT THIS OMG WYB 😂😂😂 what flavor of pastry is that????

(7) another one about eating

Aling period

WYB: Why are you back?

XZ: Come back for dinner, there will be a show in the afternoon

WYB: Aren’t you going to eat with your friends?

XZ: I didn’t agree when someone wanted to invite me, it was too stupid.

WYB: xls It’s so difficult to eat normally today

XZ: You haven’t eaten it, have you?

WYB: Nope. I just thought you were back.

(8) checking the weather

XZ: “The weather doesn’t look like it’s going to rain...(Look 📱)

👤: "It should be sunny..."

XZ: “I just saw📱the weather forecast showed it’s going to rain soon.

👤: How is that possible? It’s obviously sunny. "(春📱)

XZ: "Huh?" (👤♥Two people facing each other📱)

XZ: Overcast to light rain to moderate rain.

👤: What you are looking at is the weather

XZ: Oh my God, so embarrassing...

XZ forgot to switch cities. no one will know the city WYB was in that day if I don’t tell you.

*This one hits different cause for this rumor, they are in different cities but in the same country. Lately, there are times that they are in diff countries so do they look at the weather their too? 🥹🥹🥹

I can’t relate to their obsession with the weather, but if that gives them a sense of connection to each other then it’s fine.

(9) raining

💚Supplement: It’s when the temperature gradually rises. At that time, it rained in June.

💚Holding an umbrella💚❤️talking all the way

❤️Start standing on the right side of 💚

💚Hold the umbrella and tilt it in the direction of ❤️

❤️Thick clothes💚Left half of light-colored thin clothes

The edges are wet and very transparent.

❤️Just keep pushing the umbrella in the direction of 💚

I wanted to block 💚 a little more, but found it was fine.

After seeing the effect, I found an opportunity to move it to the left side of 💚

Then 💚 the right half also got wet

Both centered and symmetrical….…..

(10) them and their parents.

Regarding their parents, I currently know the older one’s mom and dad can also surf the internet, and talk about about their CP and their impression of WYB is good. But his mother actually really wants to have a grandchild. His father is very indifferent when the older one comes home. I'm sure his mother won't be able to bear it. She asked him bluntly, the older ones always focus on work to fool her in the past. In July this year not only did he tell the truth to his family but took the younger one back with him.

It’s time for dinner at home, and the younger one is very nervous. He is afraid that the family will think he is not good enough. He bought a lot of things and piled them up for backup. He sprayed perfume and dressed properly and pretended. The older one made him want to laugh when he looks at him, just fool around. The younger one calls him a big bastard.

The mother on the table was holding jianguo and said she could only count on her to give birth to a litter of grandsons.

* I know that talk about their parents is sensitive and would always lead to more discussion, but again, treat this as fiction. and tbh, who could resist WYB as a son in law??? It I had a son and he brings home WYB as a boyfriend I will be very happy. I also feel soft that XZ is trying to tease and make WYB laugh.

(11)

What happened last year

WYB: Is it delicious?

XZ: (nodding while eating) Yeah, it’s quite delicious.

WYB: What about others?

XZ: Wait a minute...Wow, I just ate that, this one has no taste.

WYB: Is it too spicy?

XZ: It’s okay, but my tongue is numb and I can’t taste other flavors.

WYB: Wait a minute, drink some water. Is it really that spicy?

XZ: Try it yourself. You didn't keep it for yourself? Wasn't it sent from you?

WYB: I didn't take it apart. Bring it to me.

Then XZ really ate so much that he left two packets and took them back to WYB.

(You send it to me and I will bring it back to you. What kind of trick is this?)

What happened this year

XZ: It’s been too cold these two days.

👤: Southern kids.

XZ: :Then northerners also feel cold. Cold is cold.

(Okay, I know you have northerners in your family, next one)

👤When teasing XZ and WYB, XZ’s response was, “Hahaha” and send out red envelopes. As expected of Boss XZ.

I saw other people's submissions and came to do some post-sale service. I heard that XZ sang to put WYB to sleep. I know that there is indeed mmxhn, and there is a six-character song related to snow. (There are probably others somewhere that I don’t know about)

(12) like a fairy

XXX was wearing Iwj's white clothes for the first time

XX: Fairy, descended to earth to overcome the tribulation

XXX: Isn’t fairy a dog? You have so much information but no good words.

XX: Compliment you for being good-looking and handsome.wls, wow, so handsome!

XXX: xls looks better than me, our xls is so beautiful, ancestor of Yiling

XX: Stop, stop, it’s so shameful

*My favorite kind of rumor is when WYB goes gremlin on XZ! 😂😂😂😂

(13) cravings

WYB has been craving for "cai cai rice" recently, XZ told him many times that spring is not so good to have wild vegetables, even if they are cooked. WYB said he doesn’t care about wild vegetables he just wants to eat the vegetable rice cooked by XZ, but I don’t have that. It smells good, I just want to eat it.

In the end, he still didn’t get the cabbage meal, but freshly baked dumplings. WYB got a bargain and acted nice, he was acting coquettishly while eating.

* Oh to be WYB and have someone like XZ cook for youuuu 😍😍😍😍

-END.

P.S : this ye mi and xiao zhan AU pairing is living in my mind rent free. 🥵🥵🥵

[jerzwriter]

week 4

rules: put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for their favorite! <3

[dragonomatopoeia]

Air's End-of-Year Youtube Video Rec-List Round-Up

In light of recent events and also because I wanted to, I have put together a rec list of various (mostly longform) videos that I've enjoyed this year. Not all of these videos were released this year, however-- I just happened to see them for the first time in 2023. For readability and quality of life purposes, I have put this list under a readmore and divided the videos up by category, then creator, which means that some youtube channels might appear in multiple categories

I reserve the right to edit this later as I remember more videos, but I feel comfortable publishing it as is, considering it has almost 100 videos on it at this point

Cooking

Get Curried Chili Garlic Rosemary Chicken Recipe | How to Make Chili Garlic Rosemary Chicken at Home | Prateek Anardana Chicken Recipe | Delicious Himachal Style Anardana Chicken Recipe at Home | Chef Prateek Old Delhi Style Tangdi Kebab | How to Make Indian Starter Tangdi Kebab Recipe | Chef Prateek Dhawan

How to Cook That The $10 Million dollar lie (Betty Crocker) Debunking the Pink Sauce Controversy | How To Cook That Ann Reardon Top 7 Best Easy Lemon Recipes 🍋 | How To Cook That Ann Reardon Toxic Foods promoted on TikTok! | How To Cook That Ann Reardon Why is Pyrex exploding? | How To Cook That Ann Reardon

Library of Congress' Youtube Channel El Camino del Mole a New Orleans El Camino del Pan a Baltimore

Immaculate Bites LEMON BUNDT CAKE FIRECRACKER SHRIMP

Simply Mamá Cooks 3 EASY Beef Pot Roast Recipes perfect for the cold weather EASY Chicken Tamales Recipe | How To Make Tamales Easy NO-KNEAD Soft Dinner Rolls + FLUFFY From Scratch Milk Rolls Recipe Zuppa Toscana Recipe EASY | Olive Garden Potato Sausage Soup Recipe

Fraud, Grifts, and Scams

FoldingIdeas Contrepreneurs: The Mikkelsen Twins The Future is a Dead Mall - Decentraland and the Metaverse In Search Of A Flat Earth This is Financial Advice

Maggie Mae Fish Is the "Off-Grid" Lifestyle a Lie??

Münecat I Debunked Every "Body Language Expert" on Youtube The Problem with Tony Robbins (Deep-Dive - Pt.1) The Problem with Tony Robbins (Deep-Dive - Pt. 2)

Super Eyepatch Wolf The Bizarre World of Fake Martial Arts The Bizarre World of Fake Psychics, Faith Healers, and Mediums Influencer Courses are Garbage: The Dark Side of Content Creation Tom Nicholas Griftonomics: Why Scams are Everywhere Now

We're In Hell A History of Spam on the Internet Hustling America: I Can't Believe This Show Is Real The Problem with Voluntourism WE Charity & the Nonprofit Industrial Complex

Gaming

Hbomberguy Halcyon Dreams: The Legacy of Dragon's Lair

Jacob Geller Games that Aren't Games How Can We Bear to Throw Anything Away?

Li Speaks An Exploration of the Avata Star Sue-niverse It's Time For You To Play Flash Games Again The Strange Case of Kissing and Flirting Games Untangling the Lore of Devilish Hairdresser

Mandaloregaming The Mystery of the Druids: A Bizarre Adventure Game

People Make Games The Games Industry Must Not Stay Silent on Palestine Investigation: Who’s Telling the Truth about Disco Elysium? Working at Valve: 'A Fearless Adventure' or 'Lord of the Flies'?

PowerPak Dead Space 3 Is Worse Than I Thought King's Quest - The First Adventure Game King's Quest 2 - A Bridge Too Far... MyHouse.WAD - Inside Doom's Most Terrifying Mod Squirrel Stapler is Absolutely Nuts Tunic is Deceptively Brilliant

Super Bunnyhop Perusing Pentiment's Boisterous Bibliography

History

BobbyBroccoli The image you can't submit to journals anymore

Cambrian Chronicles Wikipedia's King who Doesn't Exist

Defunctland Journey to EPCOT Center: A Symphonic History

Elliot Sang How Tea Became European McMindfulness: When Capitalism Goes Buddhist

Intelexual Media Creating The Conservative New Right In The 1970s A Buffet of Black Food History

Kaz Rowe A Deep Dive into the Deadly World of Victorian Patent Medicine Why Have So Many People Seen Ghost Ships? Why the Myth of the Library of Alexandria Is Wrong

Kendra Gaylord 500 years of dollhouses and what it meant to teach girls Alice Austen, the 1880s photographer: her house, her photos, her love life What happened to cheap food? Diners, Automats, and affordable eating

Nerdsync Bonkers origins of superhero memes The Scandalous REAL Origin of Superman's Lois Lane Superman's Uncomfortable History with Nuclear Weapons

Premodernist Advice for time traveling to medieval Europe

Stepback History How The Vietnam War Birthed a Generation of White Terrorists OK Fine I’ll Talk About Ancient Apocalypse

Tantacrul Notation Must Die: The Battle For How We Read Music

Film and Television

Be Kind Rewind How Breakfast at Tiffany's Turned into a Totally Different Movie | Adapting a Classic Casting the Women of Valley of the Dolls | PT 1 The Making of Valley of the Dolls | PT 2 How the "Old Ladies N' Hijinks" Subgenre Became a Thing How a "Sacrilegious" Film Changed Hollywood Forever... So I watched BLONDE... Why Tallulah Bankhead Never Became a Movie Star

Big Joel The Song That Broke West Side Story

Cherrybepsi Can We Kill the Final Girl Trope Already?

Hazel weird & kinda scary tokusatsu girls

Jane Mulcahy The Lunacy of Teen Wolf (Part 1) What is the 'psycho biddy' genre?

Maggie Mae Fish BLACK CHRISTMAS Before & After "Me Too" The War on "Woke" Hollywood: A History of Blacklists and Strikes Why is Clint Eastwood

Princess Weekes Black Trauma vs. Black Horror Why Are There So Many Confederate Vampires? Why Don't Worry Darling Doesn't Work ...

Shanspeare EUPHORIA: Sam Levinson’s Unfulfilled Fantasy The Girlboss-ification of the Horror Genre TikTok Femininity Coaching and Aestheticizing Racism

Science and Technology

BobbyBroccoli The $21,000,000,000 hole in Texas The man who faked human cloning How to catch a criminal cloner

Eastman Museum's Youtube Channel Photographic Processes Series

Technology Connections What's the deal with the popcorn button?

Practical Engineering How Flood Tunnels Work What's the Difference Between Paint and Coatings? Why Is Desalination So Difficult? Why Railroads Don't Need Expansion Joints

[chilichopsticks]

He’s my babyyyy

thinking about since canonically Geto is more popular with girls than Gojo he’s gotten used to them looking past him to get to Geto but what if Gojo and Geto are out for drinks with the other teachers one night and he gets approached by the reader but he thinks she’s just coming over to ask him for Geto’s number and so he prepares his ‘responsible best friend’ act and then SHE ASKS ABOUT HIM INSTEAD, ALL BLUSHY AND STUFF BECAUSE HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS GONNA BRUSH HER OFF

AHH I LOVE HIM SM 😔😔😔

pairing: gojo satoru x reader | 1k words summary: fluff, pining, reader is a simp but same, satoru is a good wingman but he needs attention too, au ig bc suguru's alive LMAO, idiots in love? rheya's note: oh my god shut up this is so cute and YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT??? i can just imagine that he's gotten so used to judging whether or not the person is even worth suguru's attention before deciding to pass on his info...and after a while his brain just defaults to thinking that everyone wants suguru but he FORGETS that there are gojo girlies out there (me asf) !! thanks for the ask nonnie babes i love this idea so so much <33

OK SO

it's obvious that there are quite a few women at the bar eyeing the group. young, attractive teachers spending an evening trying to relax and take their minds off of the stress of jujutsu work. nanami is in deep conversation with shoko about something while ijichi quietly listens. further down the table utahime is quietly sipping her drink while mei mei orders another. shoko makes a comment and suguru bursts into unabashed laughter.

the flush of alcohol dusts over each of their cheeks, but satoru remans the only one who has barely touched his glass, the sting of the bitterness a little too harsh for him to enjoy. he opts for instead letting his eyes roam over the faces in the crowd, taking little notice of all the eyes and smiles sent in their direction.

well until he notices you anyway.

you're already looking in his direction curiously, face illuminated by the dim lighting of the bar as your friends giggle around you. when his eyes lock with yours, you immediately tear your gaze away, trying to play it off by immediately delving into conversation, though satoru can tell that there's a flush crawling up your neck now.

he doesn't look away though, too caught up in the crinkle of your eyes and the smile lines that grace your face as you laugh at something. a minute later you're looking back in their direction, and when you catch him staring, you turn away yet again.

satoru glances to his side, knowing that you're probably watching suguru take a sip of his drink and most likely falling for his charming smile.

typical and so predictable.

some time passes like this. you'll look, and turn away, and satoru will watch you do it over and over again. it isn't until a while later that satoru catches your friends pushing your shoulders and giggling, and he knows that they're urging you to come up and ask about suguru. you're shaking your head, the nervousness clear as day as your brows pinch. but eventually you succumb to peer pressure and stand up from your table, taking anxious strides towards him.

and usually, satoru will make a face or turn his back or do something to look as unapproachable as possible. because almost every person who comes up asking for suguru's contact info has been obnoxious as hell.

but you're quite pretty and you look sweet enough, and he doesn't think it'd be right to deter you.

suguru would probably like you too.

so satoru decides to let you try at least, and if you seem to be as nice as you look maybe he'd bridge the gap between you and his best friend.

you make your way up to him, and as soon as he finally gets a good look at you he's thinking you're a lot prettier up close.

dammit.

"hi." you say, face hot as you try your best to maintain steady eye contact with him. you look so nervous, fidgeting with the fabric of your clothes as you attempt to strike up conversation, and he doesn't have it in him to watch you struggle.

"yeah i can give you his number." he says, voice clipped as he tries to hide the disappointment in it. you watch him grab a napkin and begin scribbling something down, confusion clear as he hands you the digits.

"um…?" you look at the napkin and then at him. "sorry, who's number is this?"

satoru balks, lips parting as he mirrors your confusion. "uh…suguru's? the guy behind me?"

realization dawns on your face and you shift your weight from foot to foot.

"oh actually," you suck your teeth nervously, trying to hide behind an awkward little smile. "i came to talk to you."

satoru can only blink, cerulean eyes widening behind his glasses as he stares at you in surprise.

you take his silence as a bad sign, shoulders dropping and embarrassment settling in your frown as you look anywhere but his face. "s-sorry if that's weird. i don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything so-"

he's grinning before he can stop himself, heart dangerously swelling with affection as he motions toward the empty stool next to him. "not weird at all."

the pleasant surprise on your face makes him bite back a chuckle, and you take the seat. "huh...i wasn't expecting you to be okay with it."

satoru raises a brow curiously, tilting his head. "why not?"

you shrug with a careless grin. "i had a feeling you were gonna brush me off from the moment i first looked over."

satoru winces, and he can practically feel suguru's knowing smirk on his back. he chooses to ignore that for now, eyes trailing over the mirth in your expression, and he can only smile helplessly. "no way in hell."

your laugh comes instantly, sweet and bright, and you take it as a sign to continue talking. satoru listens on, sipping his drink to hide his giddy smile and ignoring the sting of bitterness once again.

honestly, with the amount of sweetness he's just found, satoru would tolerate as much bitterness as he needed to.

[i-am-a-fan]

Things I learned my first year in American College ™ that maybe would be helpful for others?

Don’t skip meals, if you have to then buy a starchy snack to keep you from feeling funky until meal time

Take out is a god send

Buy frozen Veggies

WD -40 is a good investment ( Squeaky door frames to Wasp Killer)

Bring rain boots. It won’t hurt.

Be okay with bugs. If you have a phobia, make sure there’s a designated bug killer.

Know how to communicate your wants and needs

DONT. LEAVE. OUT. DISHES. WITH. FOOD.

Keep sandals on at all times if you’re on the first floor. (I had scorpions :,>)

Eggs are a good and easy source of protein!

you will get tired of eggs.

Go out. do stuff. Even if it’s just sitting in the library for a bit.

You’ll need more paper towels than you realize.

Take a water bottle with you. A 16 oz is really enough.

Have a routine. It’ll help keep you sane

I know everyone says this, but start your stuff early. Especially if you work. The bad part is that most of your peers will not be able to help you if you start early.

MAKE. FLASH. CARDS. Write down the information your professors give you like 3 times in different places.

Your professors and peers are mostly there to help you.

Little treats will mostly keep you sane but will drain your bank account

There’s a million ways to cook instant ramen packets. Don’t just follow the instructions.

IN FACT HERES MY FAVORITE RECIPE I MADE

Take the ramen packet that’s cooked on the stove (I usually used spicy lime shrimp.

Separate the noodles and the flavor packet.

Fill a medium pot with about 3-4 cups of water. (I measured out the water to be the same amount as could be held in the bowl I used). Turn on to medium heat.

Add the flavor packet to a pot of water.

Add a slice of butter (for creaminess).

Add half a spoonful of chili garlic sauce

add a spoonful and a half of soy sauce

add minced garlic (half a spoonful)

Add ginger paste ( a dollop)

Add chicken flavored Bouillon (a spoonful)

Mix it all together and let it boil.

Once boiling crack an egg and there and MIX. MIX!! You want the egg to cook fully in the boiling water.

Once the egg is cooked add in the noodles and let the noodles cook for like 3 minutes?

Once the noodles are starting to separate, add in your hearts content of frozen minced spinach.

Wait until spinach is no longer frozen and serve.

[carelessflower]

friday recap 🍜🧴

hiiiiiiiiiii, so another bunch of perfume samples just arrive and me being me gonna rank it

breakfast with hủ tiếu mì khô, tagging along to have it gehehehe, it been so long since I have it. tips if u want good hủ tiếu, add a bunch of chili oil!

decide to skip lunch and have rice oolong boba instead:DDD

then my stuff after being delayed this morning time to unbox. for the first one it 3 small samples and a gift from the same store I got delina from, the gift is the same but I love it so im not complaining. note im out of place so im literally in uni library unboxing this and sniffling making the whole place smell like sephora lmaoooooo. okay onto ranking

1 d&g devotion

candied orange is all i smell, then vanilla, actually this the most pretty vanilla I smell so far, like I spray once and now the whole library im in smell like orange vanilla

2 ysl libre

smell this in the mall once and im obsessed I even come back to take another smelling card to put in my backpack very elegant very luxurious white floral. alec would wear this dont convince me other wise

3 lv contre moi

not even opening the bottle yet and it already reek of vanilla, I got sucked into a portal and became vanilla chiffon cake, suspect this would layer so well with devotion

4 skylar vanilla sky

warm vanilla, this make me wanna buy a sweater and sipping cappuchino in some indie coffee shop even though if I wear sweater in south vn im crazy

5 issey miyake

giving apple laundry detergent, not that im complaining, would like it to smell more cold though

6 versace eros perfume (mystery box open)

very cool ig, generic and non offensive, i dont understand why they label this as masculine it neutral as shit

8 elizabeth arden white tea

not very tea like tbh so im very disappointed, tho I probably need another sniff to make sure

and i dont have any cool indie it girl bowl to store my sample so I put it in this astronaut cup I got from circle k for like half a year now but haven't use it for any

[voyagers-stone]

ashlyn banner hcs !! <3

Dips her french fries in milkshake/icecream

avid reader. specifically for high fantasy and thriller novels, she likes the world building and detailed monologue, which aiden is continuously confused about.

will NEVER speak about reading.

she thinks itd ruin her reputation as the responsible one.

the only reason aiden knows about it is because of the amount of times hes broken into her house.

knows a small amount of sign language and tried to speak with ben using it.

did not realize he was just mute and deaf, so he didn't know wtf she was doing.

embarrassed herself greatly with that last one.

took ben a couple of days of various frantic and concerned gestures to let her know that it was okay.

plays rhythm games on her phone when shes tired/can't access her ddr machine.

i think if anyone saw her playing, she'd tell them it's "just for the game play" but she knows somewhere deep, deep down shes there for the anime girls.

some of their stories are just so sad, okay? she can't help but want to keep reading a bit.

// im a hashtag "ashlyn as a normal teenage girl" kind of person okay. we saw her and her father outside of the hospital.

has a growing beanie collection, but only the soft ones so its not sensory hell.

listens to pink floyd, nirvana, michael jackson, red hot chili peppers, and the smiths (when shes sad)

fan of porcelain creechures. dogs, birds, cats. i like to think shes got a little showcase somewhere of them.

logan always gives her really big bouquets of flowers after ballet recitals.

she feels a bit guilty throwing old ones away so she dries them and uses them as book marks.

borrows books from the library that she sees logan reading.

this is something she thought of after taylor started to try and teach her how to talk to people.

she thought that if she wanted to start a conversation, she'd get logan to talk about recent books hes read.

taylor brings her out for slushies at the gas station often

practically begged taylor to come over to her house when her ddr machine broke.

she was absolutely distraught.

tyler witnessed her begging and wanted to make fun of her, but the pity he felt outweighed his need to be an ass so he shrunk back into his and taylors room.

taylor fixed it and she almost cried thanking her.

tyler and ashlyn are resident judgement and shit talkers.

eventually, taylor knows all of the gossip from the popular kids/sports kid so he's got to find someone else to talk to. his first person was obviously ben because hes a great listener, but he seemed too nice to laugh at others misfortune, so when him and ashlyn teamed up together to make fun of aiden eating shit on the sidewalk after he does something dumb....he found his new target.

i don't think its particularly mean gossip, but more like your average catch-up-on-events kind of thing.

dead silence "........you know who i really hate?" kind of talk

i also think tyler and ashlyn are gym buddies.

maybe it'd take her a while to get to the point to want to hang out with him somewhere like the gym, so they usually go on runs or bike rides together.

they make aidens scrawny ass play ddr with them. ill talk more about that in his headcanons though.

[detroitlib]

View of men and women in front of the Pie House lunch room in Hillsdale, Michigan. Printed on front: "Pie house, Hillsdale, Mich." Printed on back: "Pub. by Farmer Fred, Battle Creek, Mich." Handwritten on back: "Hillsdale. 3/11/11. Dear Friends, Your card is at home, glad to get one at any time. Wills picture is fine getting fat. Mrs. V is good if she had washed her face. I [undecipherable] on her face across mouth & on forehead, wear [sic] improving soon my off day not as good as [undecipherable] address. Posting for Chili [sic], China. Fine weather for the first 2 days. Our regards, G.H. [undecipherable]." Card is postmarked March 11, 1911.

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

[the-knights-of-rohan]

3/100 days of productivity.

Very chill day today, most strenuous thing was a Physics quiz that I smashed harder than Iago wanted to smash Othello, both figuratively and literally.

(Larger desk reveal?)

Today’s productivity:

Read 2 more chapters of Catch-22 for AP Lit, got slightly better, but still an extremely weird book

Did AP Physics review HW, derived some system relationships

Started refactoring AP Compsci project to make it easier to add logic to in the future

My GitHub pull request for contributing to an open-source project got approved, yay!

Created hackathon proposal with other club officers & sent it to clubs organization

Created guides for using specific libraries in club repo

Self Care:

Took a walk and listened to some albums today, temperature is cooling down more, which is great

Made some chili and put unsweetened cornflakes in it for the crunch (don't @ me)

Future Goals:

Review & add to notes for Catch-22

Do research for AP Lit presentation

Finalize US Gov project with partners, print out packet Monday night

Song of the day:

Name: Off da Zoinkys

Album: DiCaprio 2

Artists: JID

[theink-stainedfolk]

OC Facts Tag

Thank you @drchenquill for the tag, I love it.

I'll be taking my OCs from my ongoing novel Whispers of Shadow & Love. Since there are 4 main characters,it will me time consuming for me to write long paragraphs for them so I'll just make it shorter and easier to understand

Vesperine:

1. Favorite Food: Loves spicy ramen and always adds extra chili flakes.

2. Hobbies: Collects vintage items like keys, locks and other old antiques and often searching for unique pieces at flea markets.

3. Secret Talent: Can play the violin, though she rarely performs for others. Can also read and understand Eldarthian. Can speak too but never learned how to.

4. Quirks: Tends to twirl her hair when deep in thought or nervous.

5. Childhood Dream: Wanted to become a lazy bum but rich one. (She is me, I am her)

6. Biggest Fear: Fire. And her nightmares.

7. Favorite Book: "The Secret Garden" by Frances Hodgson Burnett.

8. Pet Peeve: Dislikes when people interrupt her mid-sentence. (She is me, I am her)

9. Hidden Skill: Knows how to pick locks, a skill she picked up from her father.

10. Favorite Place: A sea where she is permitted to dive, where she often goes to think.

Arkyn Fontaine:

1. Favorite Food: Enjoys a well-cooked steak, preferably rare.

2. Hobbies: Enjoys playing chess and often engages in online tournaments.

3. Secret Talent: Fluent in several languages, including Latin and Ancient Greek.

4. Quirks: Has a habit of adjusting his glasses when he’s about to say something important.

5. Childhood Dream: Wanted to become a pianist

6. Biggest Fear: Has a fear of failure, stemming from high expectations placed on him.

7. Favorite Book: "1984" by George Orwell.

8. Pet Peeve: Dislikes when people are late or unprepared.

9. Hidden Skill: Excellent at navigating and reading maps, often going on spontaneous road trips.

10. Favorite Place: A quiet, secluded library where he can read undisturbed.

Cleo Harrison:

1. Favorite Food: Has a sweet tooth for chocolate chip cookies.

2. Hobbies: Enjoys painting and often gifts her artwork to friends and family.

3. Secret Talent: Can mimic a variety of bird calls perfectly.

4. Quirks: Tends to hum softly when she’s happy or content.

5. Childhood Dream: Wanted to become a famous dancer and travel the world.

6. Biggest Fear: Afraid of heights, despite her love for adventure. (She is me, I am her)

7. Favorite Book: "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen.

8. Pet Peeve: Dislikes when people don’t listen when she’s speaking. (She is me, I am her pt2)

9. Hidden Skill: Can whip up gourmet meals from random ingredients found in the kitchen.

10. Favorite Place: A cozy café where she often sketches and drinks her favorite lattes.

Caden:

1. Favorite Food: Loves pizza, especially with lots of cheese and pepperoni.

2. Hobbies: Enjoys hiking and often goes on weekend trips to explore new trails.

3. Secret Talent: Can juggle up to five objects at once.

4. Quirks: Tends to tap his foot when he’s excited or anxious.

5. Childhood Dream: Wanted to become a firefighter and help save lives.

6. Biggest Fear: Has a fear of public speaking, despite his outgoing nature.

7. Favorite Book: "The Hobbit" by J.R.R. Tolkien.

8. Pet Peeve: Dislikes when people chew loudly or with their mouths open.

9. Hidden Skill: Excellent at fixing things around the house, from plumbing to electronics.

10. Favorite Place: A cabin in the mountains where he can escape and relax.

I'll tag @ascotwriting @willtheweaver @agirlandherquill @finickyfelix @leahnardo-da-veggie @illarian-rambling @paeliae-occasionally @winglesswriter @the-golden-comet and this is an open tag

[chilichopsticks]

LITERALLY SO ADORABLE

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — you know as soon as you get out of bed, satoru isn’t going to be far behind you, especially when you’re draped in his shirt.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, insatiable satoru :3, mostly teasing, some morning scenes as he tries to drag you back to bed, you’re in his shirt, he lifts you up at the end. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! i am so very obsessed + crazed, i can’t stop <3

it’s still early, barely light outside as you stand in the kitchen of your shared apartment. you’ve left your boyfriend gojo still in bed, you felt a little bad waking him up when he always looked so peaceful, probably tired out after the night he’d given you lastnight— the evidence of his efforts still burning on your skin where he’s left his mark.

but it had still been an effort to peel him off of you no matter how soundly he slept, having to pull yourself away from the warmth of his chest— his arms were like a puzzle with how tightly he wraps them around you, but you thought he’d appreciate waking up to some coffee and breakfast on his day off.

the air in the kitchen is still cold, something you’ve put down to the early morning— the roads outside are still quiet but there’s a slight breeze along your bare thighs when you move. the rest of your body is fine though, draped comfily in one of satoru’s ridiculously huge shirts, the perks of your boyfriend being over 6’3 ofcourse—plus he always payed such expensive amounts for his clothes, it was almost guaranteed they were gonna be comfy.

you giggle as you scoop a ridiculous amount of sugar into your boyfriends coffee cup, the ceramic identical to yours— his idea when he started coming over more often, but you still thought his sweet tooth was adorable.

“oh? good morning to you too, sweet thing.” your train of thought is interrupted by the smooth, still sleepy drawl as you shoot a quick glance over your shoulder to see gojo already approaching you. he couldn’t be apart from you too long afterall— it’s like his soul was tied with yours. he’s still shirtless, his hair is messy from sleep— snowy peaks framing his features while his sweatpants rest dangerously low on his hips.

“you’re awake early.” you sigh out, dreamily as you feel your boyfriends chest press against your back, his long arms circling their way around your waist from behind as he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

“mhm, how my supposed to sleep without you, hah? so cruel.” there’s a slight whine to gojo’s words, you can still hear the sleepiness in his tone but it makes you smile when it’s followed by a smeared kiss along your jawline. you roll your eyes before you lean into him, feeling his fingertips trace along the hem of your shirt, his shirt that’s hanging around your thighs before he speaks again.

“you teasin’ me?” his words are lower this time, a little more than a growl as he plays around with the fabric between his fingers— grumbling before he’s deliberately pressing his hips into you from behind. he’s close and warm, making sure you can feel the problem you left him with this morning when you got out of bed without him— straining against the fabric of his sweats.

“‘toru, it’s 8am. you’re insatiable.” you giggle out, a sweet little sound so early in the morning and it only seems to draw gojo in closer to you— smiling into his next kiss along your throat as he rolls his hips into you.

“oh, but you left me cold and alone, i think you gotta make that up to me, no?” he’s teasing you, trying to lure you back into where he wants you most— not that he wouldn’t have you anywhere, he’s already had his way with you around this whole apartment. but he wants nothing more than you between the sheets right now, wrapped up in him and the plush mattress beneath you both.

“i’m literally making you a coffee. you needed the rest.” you try to argue but you should know that gojo’s never one to back down. you feel his fingers trail slowly underneath the hem of his shirt, before he sighs with the first teasing swipe along the inside of your bare thigh, so dangerously close to your folds that you shudder. no panties either? you really were teasing him.

“hah? but i feel better than ever.” he tries to argue, oh so convincingly before he’s turning you to face him— peppering sweet, ticklish smooches along your features until you’re arms are wrapping around his shoulders and your eyes are finally on him.

“oh, i’m sure~” you grin, his crystalline gaze is sleepy as you brush your fingers through his bed head— scratching at his scalp before he’s sending you a lopsided grin, followed by a quick peck against your lips.

“got no choice. you need a demostration? let’s go, sweet thing. only one way to show you.” is all you hear from gojo before he’s suddenly got you thrown over his shoulder, and you truly forget how strong he really is until he’s handling you with such ease— holding you with one arm like you’re as light as a feather.

“satoru! what about breakfast?” not that you’re putting up much of a fight, you can basically feel the smug look that’s on his face already as he turns to drag you back to bed. you grumble, defeated but it quickly turns to a shriek when you feel your boyfriends free hand come down sharply on your ass as he chuckles.

“hm? don’t mind. i’m hungry f’ somethin’ else right now, baby.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[takashi-tuesday]

takashi tuesday #5 | The Moon's Farthest Point (PT.3) [1] [2] [3]

(check the end for notes)

“Rock, paper scissors!” Shiro cupped Curtis’ hand in his. “I win, again.” When Shiro took his hand back, Curtis stared at his fist, he had chosen rock and Shiro took the victory with paper. Curtis scowled at his hand like it personally plotted against him before smiling with a shrug. “Guess I’m just bad at this.” Shiro gave him an incredulous look, “You can’t be bad at rock, paper, scissors.” He pointed at him with his spork. “You can be unlucky or just.. Not that smart, but not bad.” Curtis dramatically stretched and easily slid his arm around Shiro’s shoulders. “I don’t know, there's a first for everything, isn’t there?” Finishing another spoonful of his lunch, Shiro rolled his eyes. “Yes but I don’t think you’re the first, if it’s possible.” Curtis pouted. “You’re so serious.” He was staring at him now, Shiro could feel his eyes boring into the side of his head. “And you’re so-” He shouldered his arm off. “Clingy.” Curtis frowned for a second before snorting and prodding Shiro in the side. To which he flinched violently, Curtis made another noise of humor. “Quit that.” Curtis only leaned closer. “Why? You ticklish, Shirogane?” Shiro would be lying if he said he didn’t consider shoving him off the bench, and he is an honest man.

“No, I just don’t want you poking me.” He decided to be mature but that was all thrown out the window as Curtis scoffed, and without missing a beat, reached onto his tray and stole his last cracker. Which was meant to go with the chili he was eating. Shiro reached for his hand, grabbing his wrist before he could eat it. Curtis recognized the challenge and they silently tugged his hand back and forth, neither speaking a word. Curtis yanked his hand back and shoved the remains of the crumbled cracker into his mouth. Shiro groaned, “For the love of-” The bell rang. Shiro groaned in irritation before collecting his tray, glaring at Curtis as he turned to dump it.

The other boy got from his seat, looking smug while he dusted his crumby hands over the trash. Shiro couldn’t help but scowl at the petty gesture. This wasn’t over. – “We can work at the Library after class to get a headstart on the material.” Shiro suggested, flipping through an especially boring textbook. Curtis’ only addition to the plan was a half hearted-groan. Shiro looked up for the book, frowning at Curtis, who was slumped over, his head resting on his folded arms.

“Are you sleeping?” Shiro flipped his textbook closed, he doubted he’d use it anymore today, his eyes were getting tired. “I’m resting my eyes.” He yawned, blinking hazily at him. Shiro resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yeah, he was knocked out. “Did you hear what I said?” Shiro asked, crossing his arms. Curtis’ eyes fluttered closed against briefly, he exhaled tiredly before forcing himself upright. “Do you want an honest answer or a nice one?” He murmured, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Undeniably amused, Shiro bit back a snort. He cleared his throat before hardening his expression. “How late were you up last night?” He shrugged, yawning again. His brow furrowed at the half-answer. “You’re lucky it’s Friday, you look like you’re gonna fall over.” He admitted, moving to collect his papers into a neat stack. “I asked if you wanted to meet at the Library after class so we can go ahead and get started on our research.” He repeated, lifting his bag into his lap to store his supplies. Curtis seemed to mull over it for a second. “Today?” He asked through a third yawn. “Yeah, when else?” He finished zipping his back closed and slung the strap over his shoulder, giving Curtis a bemused look. “No time like the present I guess, I have to text my grandma though.” Shiro didn’t ask why but he’s assuming his face gave away his curiosity because Curtis continued.

“I have track after school.” He explained, Shiro made an ‘o’ with his mouth. “We can pick a different time, don’t wanna disrupt your uh, grind or whatever.” He smiled, Curtis snorted at him. “Grind?” He asked from behind his hand. Doubling down, Shiro crossed his arms. “Yes.” The bluntness must’ve been amusing because the other boy burst out laughing, which earned him a look from the substitute. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ve been looking for a reason to skip it anyway.” He shrugged, leaning back in his seat. Shiro wanted to say more but decided he’d say something if it really bothered him that much. “Alright, let me know if you change your mind.” Shiro said in finality, just barely missing the look Curtis was giving him. “What?” Curtis, who was leaning forward on his palm, only blinked slowly and smiled. “Nothing, just spacing out.” Shiro subconsciously rubbed the bridge of his nose, Weird. ––

This is a direct continuations of this post, I'm thinking of calling this little fic; the moon's farthest point. What do you guys think?

(As per usual, please forgive any errors, I don't have a beta and I write this stuff all on my own. Thanks for tuning in, until next week, happy Takashi Tuesday!)

[queerfanfiction]

Topic Of Study (Ch. 3)

Larissa Weems x PhDstudent!Reader

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Going about your day after the almost-kiss was awful. Frustrating. Time was moving so slowly. You tried your best to study in the library that you found so charming, find books for your research that you adored, and seek out quotes that invigorated you. However, your gaze kept falling back to the bookcase you were pinned against by Larissa earlier.

Distracted, you decide to pack up your things and walk around Nevermore before eating lunch and returning to your living quarters. It felt like the hours would never pass, not when your main distraction retreated to her duties. You wanted to study her reaction; you were sure she would have a slightly frazzled and confused look as she considered her utter lust for someone almost 20 years her junior.

Finally it was time to get ready for Imogen to pick you up. You needed no doubt in the other woman’s mind of what the night would entail. You chose an oversized blazer with nothing underneath except a dangling gold, body chain and some fabric tape. If the open front wasn’t enough, its short sleeves hinted at the sides of your breasts. You were hoping for the security of not having the top move but the illusion that at any moment it could.

With such a statement on top, you opted for simple, tight and high waisted pants on the bottom. You finished off the look with black, heeled boots. You didn’t want lipstick to be a factor to consider throughout the night; rather, you were in need of easily accessible lips. You selected a graphic, blue cat eye that emphasized the negative space on your eyelid and went into your crease for eyeliner.

Imogen texted that they were pulling up now. Who exactly were ‘they’? Grabbing only a credit card, some cash, and your ID, you walked downstairs. Your outfit didn’t exactly beckon baggage. You wondered if you would be lucky enough to bump into Principal Weems on your way out. 

No such luck.

You were able to make it outside and to the car without seeing much of anyone. Imogen opened the rear door from the back and called out for you. Inside the beat up Toyota Corolla was were three other people you’d never met. Music is playing and the two up front seem to be in a somewhat heated discussion about the Red Hot Chili Peppers. This had the possibility of being a long night.

Imogen scoots over to the middle seat in the back to allow you entry. She doesn’t mention your outfit but eyes you hungrily as you get settled. It seems you didn’t misread her interest after all. She puts a hand on your thigh and keeps it there throughout the 35 minute drive.

You didn’t care she brought an audience. You didn’t care which places you patroned. You didn’t care what specifically you had to drink. You just wanted to feel the heat of her body moving against yours as music blared, threatening to blur out everything but that moment and the pleasure associated with it. Ever since that moment in the library earlier in the day, you’ve been wound tight. You wanted to unravel.

—

What was it about night clubs that prioritized pool tables and cheap neon strobe lights? Every club you've ever been to in a city less than 100,000 in population has been like this—dirty carpet, stale sweaty air, a D-list DJ. Then again, you suppose no one really seeks out nightclubs for the posh atmosphere.

Trying your hardest to get into the current beats playing throughout the space, you decide you’re going to have to request a few of your own songs if you’re going to let loose. You and Imogen slip in among the crowd, hands clasped, making a beeline for the bar.

Two whisky sours later and you have your hand on Imogen’s ass and your mouth at her ear letting her know that you expect her on the dance floor momentarily.

You traverse over to the DJ, requesting a few songs with the pleading, seductive eyes you’ve mastered by now. Once you’ve made it near the center off the dance floor, you spot Imogen with four shots, gesturing you over. You and her link arms to throw back the shots in succession. You’re not even sure what liquor was currently making its way down your throat, igniting warmth into your core.

With impeccable timing, your selected song begins as you two put down the now empty shot glasses. You begin to feel the music and the alcohol melt your nerves and relax your muscles. In only a moment you are moved like a puppet on strings by the beats and Imogen’s hands on your hips.

The ping-pong beat and the anthemic melody of “Untrust Us” by Crystal Castles plays on as you bring your lips to Imogen’s neck and lightly suck her pulse point. She moves her dark hair aside to give you better access while her hands roam your body—one at your hip and one settling into a grasp at the nape of your neck.

As you dance recklessly, the sweat begins to accumulate over your skin, not all of it yours. Imogen attempts to bring her mouth to your own skin, only to be shut down by you enforcing and focusing on your claim to her neck with fire in your eyes instead. Her hips rock into yours at almost the same pace as the music due to your assertive response.

The colorful strobe lights mask the fluidity of your movements, and you two seem to glitch on the dance floor. You take your time marking up and down Imogen’s neck, feeling how hot and humid the space surrounding you two is getting.

The next thing you know, you are being dragged out of the club in a frenzy by your upper arm like a rag doll. You immediately miss the vibrating bass and faint smell of weed wafting off of the other dancers. The quick jolt and change in scenery made your head dizzy. Disoriented, you attempt to focus your eyes to your new location, which was outside in the quiet night air with streetlights in the distance.

You recognize the two people in front of you—both Imogen’s friends from the drive here. One was the driver and the other was in the back with you. Rage marked their faces.

“Where’s Imogen?” you tried to articulate. It came out slightly garbled.

Everyone knows everyone in Jericho. You eventually found out that the people you came with were Imogen’s friends that she had known since she was little. 

“So you can drain her like the Fang you are? No way!” Something connected with your stomach. You weren’t sure what. The only thing you were sure of was the pain. It took you a moment to realize that you had been misinterpreted to be an outcast. Being picked up at Nevermore and mouthing Imogen’s neck were apparently the strikes against you, unless there was more. You didn’t understand the ins and outs of vampires yet. Your research was still honed on literature review.

You doubled over in pain while the two friends hurried away while you were distracted. Noticing a concrete parking block close by, you clamber to sit on it before your legs have a chance to give out.

Pulling out your phone, you text Imogen. You weren’t sure if she was part of the assault directly. By the way she was moaning in your ear only minutes ago, you would assume not. However, that means she didn’t explain anything about you to her companions and likely was not clued into what happened.

Outside. Where are you? you type out slowly. Damn your one bar of signal and 20% battery alert. Movies don’t get it all wrong. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong, no matter how far fetched it seems.

You wait 10 minutes with no response. Still sitting on the parking barrier, you stand and squint into the parking lot. You didn’t see the Toyota you all arrived in. Shit.

Willing your 18% phone battery to hold out long enough to secure an Uber, you close all your apps in the background and lower the brightness. Thankfully Burlington had a fair bit of drivers out tonight. You input the address to Nevermore and wait to get connected with a driver.

An alert lets you know that Brian with 4.83 stars is on the way and will arrive in 6 minutes. Minutes pass, and you see that Uber is loading, attempting to secure a new driver. Another profile pops up to escort you, arriving in 3 minutes.

You almost immediately receive a notification that there are no available drivers in your area, despite the fact you can see the moving vehicles on Uber’s real-time map. Irritated, you consider whether or not they realized your destination and canceled or if the possibility of a sober passenger was slim being picked up outside of a nightclub. Regardless, you’re fucked.

Before Uber can continue draining your battery, you close the app and try Lyft. When a similar experience occurs with Lyft, you Google taxis. With the influx of 1 and 2 star reviews regarding wait times, you decide to forgo that option with a heavy sigh.

At a loss for next steps, you consider the only number you could try at Nevermore—the main reception line. Besides Imogen who is curiously missing in action, you don’t have anyone else’s number around Jericho or Nevermore. You could at least try the number before your phone dies.

You press to call. It rings many, many times. Honestly, you’ve lost count with how dizzy you feel and how repetitive the rings were. You are about to accept defeat when you hear the receiver click and a concerned voice speaks.

“Hello?”

“You sound cute when you’re concerned,” you mumble smugly. Too smug for your own good right now.

“What are you doing calling the main office at a time like this?” The worry in Larissa’s voice turned into a reserved, controlled tone. She had heard the ringing from within her own office. No one used the main number for Nevermore unless they were reporters or prank callers, and reporters wouldn’t dare at this hour.

“Um, I’m in Burlington and don’t have a way back to Jericho or Nevermore.”Knowing she would exhaust every option, you continued, “The rideshares I have tried keep cancelling my request. Even though I have an amazing rating. Almost 5 stars. I tip very well. I guess they don’t want to go to Nevermore in the middle of the night.”

You could almost see her scrunched face through the phone weighing her options. “Oh, and my phone is about to die. But I can figure something out. No worries.”

Exasperated, she concedes, “Where are you?”

After you give her your location, she agrees to come right away and recites her cell phone number for you to have in case you need to contact her.

“You’ve been waiting to give me your number, haven’t you?” Knowing it was not the time to tease and push the older woman who was doing you a favor was different than being able to control doing so.

You were met with silence. You brought the phone away from your ear and saw that Larissa had hung up.

—

After waiting until your ass began to go numb, you finally glimpse the Nevermore van turning onto the street the nightclub is on.

Larissa spots you stand up and almost stalls the engine with her feet hitting both the accelerator and break at the same time due to being distracted by your outfit. With everything that happened, you forgot you looked like sex personified. An imminent smirk played at your lips.

You stumble towards the car’s passenger door. Once inside, you notice her own outfit—a silk robe and sleep bonnet, not unlike her exquisite headscarves. They were the color of amber honey and drew you in to wonder if there was anything under the soft, glistening robe.

Her voice interrupts your less than innocent thoughts, “What were you doing all the way out in Burlington in the first place?”

You gesture to the nightclub in front of the idling van. “I wasn’t alone. I couldn’t find Imogen.” The information sits heavy in the air between you.

Larissa sets her jaw rigid, but her eyes remain calm and concerned in your direction. You let yourself consider if she is jealous. It would explain her stiff demeanor.

Before she can take the car out of park, Larissa notices the bottom of a darkening bruise forming on your upper arm. Her fingers lift up the fabric of your sleeve to reveal skin changing color in the shape of a large handprint. Her red, manicured fingernails tickle your skin, raising goosebumps on your arm. Staying silent, you didn’t trust yourself to speak eloquently or to not make matters worse.

After gently turning in her seat, hands reach out to cup your face. “Are you okay?” The soft syllables come forward, waiting for a response. When none comes, Larissa resumes carefully, “You’re safe. Everything will be okay.”

Looking you over again with a protective eye, she observes your smudged eyeliner. Had you been crying?

“You look like a blue raccoon,” Larissa breathes, subconsciously finding herself licking her thumb to wipe away some of the eyeliner remnants on your face. The action makes you stare at her lips, distracted by her moist tongue’s appearance.

Almost overcome with protection and want for you, Larissa is cognizant of your longing gaze and your body buzzing to bring yourself closer to her. She doesn’t stop you or pull away when your hungry lips crash into hers.

Heat immediately rises between the two of you, and desire flares as your lips move against each other. Nearly pulling free your fabric tape, Larissa’s hands grip and pull your lapels to lessen the distance between your bodies. You crawl into the older woman’s lap, straddling her with a leg on each side of her thighs.

She tastes faintly of sweet, spearmint toothpaste, and you’re regretful that her fresh mint breath is mingling with the robust, smoky notes of oak from your earlier whiskey. 

Your fingers progress to the area behind her ears near the nape of her neck and at the edge of her silk head wrap. You tighten your grip on her neck, your knuckles nearly becoming white, as you roll your hips over hers needily. With a guttural moan into your own mouth, Larissa places one hand on your ass to continue its motion. Her other hand palms your breast over your blazer, about to pull back the fabric to expose more of your skin.

Larissa probably would have continued if your behind didn’t hit the horn, scaring you both as you tried to grind into her with more enthusiasm.

Realizing the gravity of what was occurring, Larissa breaks away from your mouth and puts her hands gingerly on your upper arms, careful not to press against your bruising. You both pant heavily, your chests heaving for oxygen.

Panic, shame, and guilt ambush Larissa after breaking you two apart. She can’t encourage this behavior while you are under the influence; she could taste the alcohol on your breath. Besides, you were a graduate student under her care! You were the first ever graduate student Nevermore had as part of a proposed pilot program. And a normie, for fucks sake. She could imagine the normie headlines now, reporting that this great beast had seduced and preyed upon you.

Most of all, Larissa dreaded having her hand forced, feeling as if there were no satisfactory conclusions. She hated mistakes—hated not being in control. Finally, she hated the ease in which you could be with Imogen, a fellow normie. No obligations to maintain a certain appearance.

You were confused and startled at the abrupt end between you. You shift back into the passenger seat and study Larissa.

“Seatbelt,” she quips in a dry tone, her voice hoarse.

The ride back to Nevermore is essentially noiseless. Only the road sounds and blinkers permeated the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Days go by without seeing each other. You wondered whether or not Larissa was hiding from you or if she was busy orchestrating your departure. You worried about your placement at the school. Could it be revoked?

The next morning after having this intrusive thought, you are approached by Mrs. Cunningham, the stout woman who interrupted you in the library. Larissa had requested your presence. Once seated alone in her office, Larissa warns from behind her desk, “Nevermore’s board did not select you over many other qualified candidates for you to waste this opportunity.”

Ah, so the board may be involved now. You wince. Behind the upright and stern façade, you caught a glimpse of hurt and fear. In denial of or recompense for her past actions, Larissa was acting as if she were turned to stone by a gorgon. Unyielding.

“I understand. I will pack my steamer trunks,” you surrendered, barely able to look at the principal.

Her eyebrows twitch only for a moment. A moment hidden from you. “That is hardly necessary, even though your actions have put me and the school in an impossible position.”

Larissa stands, smooths her dress, and walks to the front of her desk in front of you. “No more infractions,” she warns. You nod with a lump in your throat while your eyes meet. You each hold the gaze longer than needed. She enunciates decisively, “You’re dismissed.”

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Tagging: @readingtheentrails, @justcallmelittleone. Not sure if anyone else wanted tagged for updates. Let me know if so! <3

[chilichopsticks]

Oh myyy he’s such a cute little babyyyy sooo adorable!!!!!

satoru would be so obsessed with kissing you, trying to work on your laptop on the couch is no longer any without you being bombarded with pecks across your cheeks, nose and lips.

“satoru…”you warned, starting to get annoyed at all the typos you were making.

“jus’ give me five minutes baby, only five and I’ll leave you alone forever.”

you know a trap when you spot one.

last time he said that it ended up with him between your thighs with your clothes discarded on the floor, not to mention the amount of unfinished work you had left to catch up on.

you shook your head, muttering under your breath, “I can remember the last time those words came out of your mouth satoru.”

gojo simply smirks, “oh yeah? since you enjoyed it so much last time how about—“

“no satoru. I really need to finish this.”

“can I help you then?”

you let out a sigh, “unless you know some shit about biotechnology, then I don’t see why not.”

satoru streched put his arms, his shirt riding up a little, “don’t underestimate the brains of the stongest.”

“mhmm, remember when you thought people in Australia could predict the future just because they were 20 hours ahead?

“I didn’t know back then!”

“yeah, yeah excuses excuses.”

[queerdiazs]

sevenish sentence sunday <3

it's not sunday yet for four more hours but i've got a long and busy and hot and rainy day ahead, so i'm getting a head start on it to outrun the fomo

this is from something a lil fun and goofy i started a few days ago because i have a lot of feelings that manifest in odd ways and i've decided eddie's the same as me, so enjoy this lil bit of the side effects of eating too many clementines

edit: the finished work can be read here!

It’s a testament to the deep fondness Eddie has for Buck that he doesn’t even bat an eye when Buck shows up at his house at one in the afternoon with a box full of oranges in his hands. Buck’s grinning like a fool, ugly and goofy and crooked, haloed by the sun behind his big head, and something deep in Eddie’s tummy shifts.  He’s used to it. That always happens when Buck’s smiling like he is right now, all child-like and full of joy and wild, so unrelentingly kind and free that no amount of ruin or rot can take it away from him. He’s bigger and stronger and tougher and brighter than the Library of Alexandria, and that was one of the greatest wonders of the world.  Buck’s a wonder of the world, then. The most wonderful, maybe.  “Hi, Eddie.”  Yeah. Yeah, he’s the most wonderful wonder of the world, past and present and future. It’s so easy to see.  “Hi, Buck.”  Buck’s grin grows, and it’s gotta be made out of pure sunshine because there’s no reason for it to warm Eddie’s insides up like he’s stuffed inside a microwave, spinning and spinning all around like a bowl of chili. Unlike the chili, though, he knows he’s going to be hot all the way through.   “I got oranges.”  “I can see that.”  A bead of sweat crawls down the side of Buck’s face, along his temple and down his jaw and toward his throat. His face’s freckled, browns and reds; his abuelo used to say it mean angels were kissing you when the little spots showed up in the summer.  Buck’s been getting kissed by a lot of angels.  “Well,” Buck says, laughing, and Eddie’s glad the wind’s not blowing because he can’t imagine missing out on that sound, “are you gonna let me in?” 

no pressure tagging: @panbuckley, @shitouttabuck, @honestlydarkprincess, @housewifebuck, @thewolvesof1998, @wildlife4life, @eddiediaztho, @alyxmastershipper, @wikiangela, and anybody else who wants to join the festivities