#cuz ya’ll are gorgeous

[cdarkheartzero]

Will I use my own pic for the 3rd year in a row? Damn straight.

Happy meat-organ day to you all!

Happy Valentine’s Day to you all!

[toji-bunny-girl]

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓✩’𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓

CHARACTERS— Santa!Gojo Satoru x pretty sexy gorgeous fem!reader SUMMARY— Supposedly another Christmas night being lonely and horny, you’re suddenly woken up by Santa coming to claim you your Christmas gift. WORD COUNT— 3k+ CONTENT WARNING— slight angst, swearing, smut, porn with plot, virginity lost, fingering, clit sucking, oral sex, no protection A/N— Merry Christmas, my fellow bitchless angels 😔 Ya’ll better not let this shit flop or else I’m going insane. btw guys God literally told me face-to-face that my dog is cuter than your pet 😨 it’s true tho

“So,” your co-worker, Mina started as she haled the roll-up gate down, flipping her long extensions behind her shoulder before grabbing the lock from your extended hand, “got any plans this Christmas?”

“I don’t know…I’ll probably go out with my friends to the new cat cafe. You?” you watched as her fingers worked deftly to lock the gate before trying to pull it open in an attempt to make sure she got it locked.

“Kai wants to visit Ginzan Onsen, said it’ll be the best place to ‘make love’ or something. I mean, long story short he thinks it’s a cute place to fuck,” Mina apprised, always a little bit too forward with her wordings—her bold personality and style amolous from yours.

Albeit she’s amiable and kind, you still couldn’t quite get used to her blatant forwardness despite working with her for the past 5 months. And Mina loved teasing you about how sensitive you are; already blushing from the mere word ‘fuck’.

“Look at how cute you are, (Y/N). Your face is starting to get red!” she giggled, pointing as you hit her arm, feeling your cheeks warming against the cold winter air. “You know, they say the shy-est are usually the kinkiest…”

“Just leave me alone, Mina!” you embarrassingly whined, slapping a palm over her glossed lips before pushing her away. She lets out a few satisfied laughs before raising her hands up in capitulation, already knowing when to stop before you get irritated at her.

“Alright, I’m sorry, ‘kay baby?” she cooed, plump lower lips jutting out into a pout as she wrapped her arms around your waist.

“You keep teasing me,” you frowned and pushed her stubborn hands off of you before you began walking towards the train station.

“Cuz’ you’re so cute. You’re always acting like such a virgin,” her arm hung over your shoulders and your body sunk forward at the sudden weight.

“Now, is there a problem with that…” you spoke lowly, flickering your sight towards her, wary of her reaction.

“You cannot be shitting me?!” Mina widened her eyes, two elder couples turning their attention on her egregious tone, “I mean like, look at you! You’re so pretty and such a good girl. Who wouldn’t want you?! I want you!”

“I don’t know…I just haven’t met the one.”

“There’s tons of guys who want you, (Y/N)! You gotta be a little bold, get out of your shell if you wanna meet ‘your one’.”

“Man…I just wish someone perfect for me who isn’t a creep would come to me,” you sighed, your hand holding onto Mina’s dangling one over your neck. Nearing the station, you could see Kai, her boyfriend already waiting by the entrance for her—probably heading to dinner together later on.

“You’ll find one for sure,” she glanced at you, a bright reassuring smile on her face, and you returned her one before feeling the weight on your shoulders lifted when she pulled her arm away, then waved at Kai.

“So, how was work today?” the male strode over, his two hands reaching out to hold Mina’s from the pockets of his coat before turning to greet you.

“It’s fine, lots of couples today,” she replied, following as you passed the ticket gate and rode the escalator up to the platform. “And as usual, we got a few single lads asking for our pretty girl’s Line today.”

“Yeah, and you forgot to add that they’re either delinquents or high school boys,” the two couples chortled as you sighed, tired of how you’re always attracting guys who are definitely not your type.

“We’re gonna have to get security for our candy shop because of our (Y/N), huh?” Mina joked, nudging Kai’s side with her shoulder as you rolled your eyes.

Within seconds, the bells signaling the coming arrival of the train started, the train announcer apprising the next destination as Shinjuku-sanchōme—20 minutes until you reach your home station.

“Sorry, (Y/N). Kai and I are gonna ride another train to Shinbashi so we can’t go in with you,” the train had arrived and the doors slid open as workmen and women surged in like sea waves.

“No, no! It’s fine. Happy holidays, guys,” you smiled as you began to follow the crowd into the half-packed train.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N)!” the two bid, Mina waving all the while.

“Enjoy your trip to Ginzan, you two!” you giggled, slightly waving back before jumping onto the train just as its doors began to slide close. The smell of heater and sweat filled your nose and as you swiftly scanned your sight around, you saw most smiling at their phones, probably texting their loved ones, and a few couples giggling in their seats.

Another lonely Christmas, you thought.

Your stomach was growling as you prowled the streets for the nearest convenience store. The sky was already blanketed with darkness and you thought visiting any restaurant would only mount your forlornness, so you figured a quick meal from the store would do for your hunger.

The luminously salient sign of your local convenience store caught your eyes from a distance away, and you hurriedly scorched towards the store. Entering, the cashier greeted you when the automated door slid open with a ding to announce your presence, and you nodded your head with a smile before trodding your way to the back where packed bentos were.

Your eyes raked over the bentos, looking for your favourite Katsudon to find it absent from the display. A surge of annoyance rose in you as your brow knitted into a frown, ‘Can’t even have my Katsudon, huh?’. Grabbing the nearest bento instead, you made your way to the cashier while rummaging through your bag for your wallet.

“Do you want your bento heated up, miss?” the male mooted, a serviceable smile on his face. He caught your affirmative hum before setting the food in the microwave, and silence then transpired between the two of you.

The smell of the heating fried rice pervaded through the air in the wake of the anticipated ‘ding’. The cashier took out the bento and wrapped it in a plastic bag before handing you both the plastic and a card, “Thank you for your purchase, and Merry Christmas!”

You thanked the male and claimed your things before heading out of the store with another ‘ding’, throwing the card into the plastic bag and burying your hands deep in the warmth of your pockets.

What seemed to be your wontedly peaceful route back home suddenly became a path of silent lonesomeness. At that moment, you must be colder than anyone else in Japan. While they have the love and heat of a lover to warm them up—you had no one but yourself.

The walk home was longer than usual and you immediately turned on the heater when you entered your apartment, feeling your limbs beginning to numb. Taking out a few beer cans from the fridge, you set them on the small chabudai along with your cooling packed dinner—ready to scarf down your meal.

It took you an empty bento box and two beer cans to notice the Christmas card the cashier gave you on the wooden floor, probably dropped when you took the packaged meal out of the plastic bag. You could feel yourself getting tipsy as the alcohol set in your veins, rushing to your brain and making it all light and woozy.

“Christmas…Wish?” you read the bold, cursive title aloud, eyes absorbing the contents on the card.

Write a wish on this card and Santa shall grant what you seek!

Aren’t these for kids or something? Why would the cashier give you something like this? It’s obviously fake, but for you to think of a wish…you would love to be a millionaire. Or a billionaire. Or have a pet cat. Or…

Heading to your bedroom to get your pen, you trodded back to the chabudai where the card was, taking your time to ruminate on what to write just for the fun of it. Perhaps it was the alcohol thumping in your pulse, absorbing whatever sense you have in your head as it passed your bloodstream—you found yourself injudiciously scribbling something you normally wouldn’t.

Lose my virginity. 

Fire popped beneath the skin of your cheeks as you stared at the piece of card with your writing on it. “I must have gotten insane…” you sighed, rubbing your eyebrows.

Maybe a wash would clear your head, you thought. The beer was making you drowsy and you’d better have an early night. You don’t take long with your shower and you were quick to set your things aside and take out the trash.

It was only 10 but you’ve already settled yourself in your bed, sleepiness blanketing over your head. Your eyelids began to shut, sending you to an abyss of peace and dream.

Then, there was shuffling. And mumbles.

Your consciousness drew back to reality and through your dazed state—you tried to make sense of the noises. Until you began to sober up, there was no one but you in your apartment. No pets nor roommates to be making up all these sounds.

“Who’s there?” you panicked, straining your eyes through the dark, to find a tall silhouette in your room. A sense of aghast rumbled through your being and a shriek ripped itself out of your throat.

You fumbled for something from your bedside table to act as a weapon, and the most threatening object there was was your lamp. At least you could smash it against the intruder and bolt out of your apartment for help.

And as you tried to rip the lamp’s cord out of the socket, its light turned on—revealing the stranger to be…Santa?

“(Y/N), is it?” the male chuckled, rubbing his nape.

“Who are you?!” you screamed, pointing the lamp at him. “Get out of my house, please!”

“Just relax, man. I’m Santa, here to grant you your Christmas wish!”

“Look, I’m just a broke college student! I-I don’t have anything with me. Just leave and I won’t call the cops,” you tried to reason, already starting to break down into hiccups and tears

“Well, I'm sorry. It’s my policy to not leave a house unless I’ve successfully fulfilled one’s desires. So, I won’t be leaving anytime soon!”

“W-What…?” you were beyond dumbfounded, trying to make sense of the random lunatic standing in your room.

“This,” he pointed at the card from the convenience store. “Here, your wish says…to lose your virginity,” the male cladded in his Santa suit bemusedly read aloud.

“No…! I wrote that as a joke!”

“Well, I don’t take Christmas wishes as a joke,” he lifted an eyebrow, resting his hands on his hips.

“Just cut it out, Santa isn’t real,” you retorted, tightening your grip on the handle of the lamp.

“But I am real,” his voice suddenly became closer, and more lucid, his frame had disappeared from your sight—as if he was suddenly gone and had dissipated into space. Whipping your head behind, you found him just there and a scream cracked out of your lungs as you tumbled out of your bed.

“H-How…Wha—“

“I can teleport, y’know?” he smiled, reaching out a hand to pull you up from the floor. “And I can make anything out of thin air,” his other hand rose to have a random Dior bag in his grasp as you stared, shocked and finding it hard to register the scene in front of you.

“So, you’re really…Santa Claus?”

“Yes, and my real name’s Gojo Satoru—at your service,” he slurred, and you found his voice smooth like freshly woven silk. You were silent and still, eyes widening at the white-haired male in front of you. “Speaking of your Christmas wish…”

Your face burst into florid red as you awkwardly laughed, “Could you please just forget about that?”

“Now, if you’ve read carefully; no changing or refusing of wishes once you’ve written ‘em down,” he pointed at the small text at the bottom of the card, “You must’ve missed it just now.”

Thinking over the situation, something in you cracked as you realised—you were going to lose your virginity to Santa Claus. Your eyelids twitched as you nervously chuckled. This gotta be a heck of a joke. 

“Hey, don’t underestimate me!” Gojo had caught your expression, and as if he was reading your thoughts, his eyebrows knitted into a frown.

“T-Then what are we supposed to do now?” you asked, switching your gaze away and feeling hot embarrassment tickling your skin.

“No need to worry,” Gojo gave a reassuring smirk, “just trust me.”

Alright, trust.

You felt the bed shift with his weight, and he was hovering over you—face mere inches away. His eyes seemed to sparkle like those of a diamond; blue stars orbiting in his orbs, and you note the plump shape of his lips, so visually kissable.

For the second time, as if he had caught your thoughts, he let his lips mould into yours. He felt soft and plump like peach, and he smelled like a merge of snow and warmth.

Your lips danced in the dark, and your body leaned forward towards him as he fell back, something about the kiss was unbreakable. It felt so soft, it felt so good.

You let his hands wander around your curves from underneath your pyjamas, meet the shape of your hips and dips of your waist, then the roundness of your breasts. You let him study your body with the cold tips of his fingers and slip your clothes off when he wanted to.

A soft moan slipped out of your tongue when the cold December air hit your nipples, and Gojo took no time to let his tongue play with your buds. His hands continued to roam around your body, pressing a finger against the wet spot through your pants.

“You fine with this?” he pointed at the way his fingers slid over your clothed core. You wordlessly nodded, drifting your sight away before you felt yourself benignly pushed onto your back, your pants slowly slipping off of your legs along with your panties.

You were bare, in front of a man you’ve met tonight. But at the same time, you felt oddly safe with him. This was only a wish come true and nothing more, you affirmed.

His long fingers began to reach deep inside, and your nerves tingled at where they caressed your walls. His pace switched after a few pumps and his fingers were dextrously pistoning in and out of your cunt. You could hear your erotic slick coating his digits as it follows his rhythm, and your cheeks burn hot in shyness.

His face lowered to your pussy, and his tongue began playing with your clit. A sharp mewl escaped from your lips as his cheeks hallowed from sucking on your nub and his fingers paced up over the gummy spot deep inside.

Pleasure began amassing in your nerves and you could feel yourself brimming over the edge of lucidity. Gojo didn’t stop and instead, fastened his digits in and out of you, the sound of sex was loud through your state of delirium and he was coaxing all the pleasure there was in you.

Then, you spilled. Your thighs tightened around his head, fingers gripping onto his white locks as you’re sent to a world of blank bliss. Gojo peeks up at you as you pause with your lips parted, edges of eyebrows sewn to the stars, and half a wail stayed choked in your throat.

“You alright?” he chuckled, raising his upper body to your blushed face. You didn't say a word and drove your tongue into his mouth, arms locking him closer to you. The shared heat between your two bodies warmed the air around you, and you thought maybe that’s what it feels like to have a lover.

“Yeah,” you breathed, still ever so shy yet for once, a daring timbre crawled through your tone. “I think I’m ready…”

“If princess wants it,” his lips crack into a smile against yours, pants pulled down and hand pumping his length, fat tip lined against your entrance. Peeking down, regret almost settled into your being when you saw his size. Would it fit?

Then, he saw you and reassured you that he would go slow. No need to worry and to trust. So, you did. Bashfully spreading your thighs open for him.

Your muscles squeezed when he first entered, and he let out a long groan with a pause to his hips. It took a few seconds until he began to move, this time with a thumb rolling your clit to loosen your grip. Every inch of his cock stretched into your cunt made you go almost insane—the pain that first came was soon replaced with a delicate buzz of pleasure.

His hips were slow to thrust at first, gentle and soft until your walls had adjusted to his girth. Your little moans began to fill the chilly air when he slowly started to quicken up, and the bed began to squeak along with his rhythm.

“You look so pretty, y’know?” like silk, slinking through the hot air and into your ears. Every time his curved tip kisses your G-spot, you feel blank—blank of pleasure and stimulation. He could see it in your face, always able to read your features so well.

“Mmhp—” you let out a moan when he pulled your hips closer to him, fucking deep into your squelching cunt. Your back arched from the way his cock rubbed against your walls, hands over your mouth to muffle your whines.

“I wanna hear your pretty moans, (Y/N),” Gojo teased, softly leading your hands into his before fucking himself harder, deeper inside of you.

“Nngh! Feels s-so good—haa!” your hips began to move with his, legs hugging him closer to you and the world seemed to be on vertigo. Pleasure pervaded through every single cell in your body and your blood was pumping loud in your ears. “Please, I wanna cum!”

“Whatever princess says,” you could hear the smirk in his quivering tone, and with a few deep thrusts, the coil inside of your womb snapped—and your essence wet his thighs; your shaky moans high-pitched and sharp. “Yeah, pretty girl. Just like that.”

Static shot through your nerves, and your clit throbs against the hot air. Gojo let a thumb circle your nub, rubbing it through your climax as your nails sink into the skin of his arm. You could feel the warm mix of cum slipping out of your lips, running down your skin and into the bedsheet.

Once again, you felt the bed shift, and the warmth that held you lifted away. Through your hazy sight, you saw his figure rising, “Merry Christmas, pretty.”

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[earthnashes]

Woops guess who started watching Gargoyles with the squad in my discord server :)

We only watched the episodes the show first premiered with (the “Awakening” episodes) but holy shit I forgot how much I LOVE this show.

The animation is absolutely gorgeous and so fluid, and there’s so much nuance to them! Little things, like Goliath constantly using his tail as a means of attack, or how he is animated to be so careful when handling Demona or Elisa. And how differently each character moves; I love how Lex is often on all four whereas everyone else is predominantly standing upright. And how Broadway walks with a lot more weight than the rest of the cast given him being a BICC BOI.

And don’t get me started on the animalistic traits the Gargoyles exhibit man. I’ve always loved that, when something that isn’t human shows behaviors and actions that aren’t human, like the Gargoyles running on all four or when surprised they perk up like a dog listening for threats. It’s so cool, and sells the idea that while very intelligent and sapient, the Gargoyles still operate somewhat on instinct (or at least moreso than humans do).

The way the scenes were shot were crazy too man, especially the creativity of the transitions and particularly how they handled the compositions and direction of the climbing and flight scenes. The action also is top notch man.

And the voice acting, the sound mixing. GAH DAMN. Every character has an excellent voice; I already knew that but hearing it again just really hit it home just how much the character’s voices fit them and the tasty skill behind the actors themselves man. Not to mention the personalities; I forgot how often Elisa pulls wise cracks, I love her. ;w;

As for overall sound, all of it slapped, but a thing I absolutely love that a lot of other media that feature monsters in them don’t do often is backing the vocals with more feral/animalistic/inhuman sounds to really bring the point home that these things aren’t human. Like, Goliath’s cry backed with a lion’s roar, or the cat-like snarls Demona hisses out, or the whale-ish groans and bro I’m a fucking SUCKER for that shit.

But yeah! Just wanted to gush about the show a little bit. It was so fucking good, we were eatin good when it aired back in the day cuz jees. The quality and effort is crazy. I’m excited to watch the rest of the series and uhhhh ya’ll may have to see a few doodles from me for that there AU as we go. owo

[thatharringrovehoe]

This whole Mob AU has it's hooks in me ya'll so here you go.

Criminal King Steve courting his Queen.

- It happens like this. Steve has always been spoiled. Has the whole "I want it, I got it" mentality. And that's applied to lovers to. He lost his virginity at the age of fifteen to Amanda Grady behind the hardware store. But Anthony Mueller was his first kiss at eleven years old. You see the WHOLE TOWN knows not too fuck with Steve Harrington. It's not that he'll kick your ass, cuz he won't. Has never laid a hand on another soul. But Kings usually don't. They have grunts for that. And since the age of seven Tommy has been laying kids out for King Steve AND GETTING AWAY WITH IT. Cuz of course Mr. Harrington appreciated someone taking care of Steve. Meant he didn't have to. So Tommy never gets detention EVER. And while he doesn't go parading his boyfriends around (he's not stupid), no one ever gives him shit for it when he has a "friend" sleep over on a Wednesday night at the age of seventeen and comes to school covered in hickies the following Thursday morning.

- So when Billy beats Steve's keg stand record at Tina's Halloween party and comes vaulting his drunk ass over that damn couch to stare Steve down, Steve is fucking living. This boy is a hurricane trapped inside the most gorgeous body he's ever scene and he wants. And King Steve always gets what he wants. Gives a lazy smile and gets up really close to Billy. "I'm impressed Heartbreaker. Must not have much of a gag reflex huh?"

- And Billy is not ready for this sober let alone post keg stand. Cuz his dad moved them cross country to scare the "queer" out of him and this boy is so so pretty. He should take a step back. Regroup. Push him away. But he doesn't.

- King Steve takes him back to his lonely castle and ruins him. Spreads him out on silk sheets in a four poster bed like he's something precious. Something adored. Something worth the trouble and the time. Goes home in the morning sore enough that he's walkin a little funny but in all the best ways.

- After that though? Billy notices things get a little strange. Because when he first got here all the girls lined up just to stare as he got out of his car. Now? Now they wave at him. Like they've been friends for years. And what the hell? He's blatantly late for class and doesn't get a tardy slip. At lunch after all of the chocolate muffins are gone the lunch lady somehow procures one with frosting on it for Billy free of charge. It has him on edge. He knows good things are never free and it seems he's running quite the tab. Makes him antsy, waiting for the catch. But when Steve waves him over to eat lunch with his advisors and generals he relaxes a little. Cuz maybe that's just what it means to have friends in high places.

- Not only that but his dad isn't even suspicious. Has absolutely nothing to say about the new boy he's been hanging with. Doesn't even know he exists which. Weird. Because his dad has always been the type to ask around about his son. Makes sure Billy and his sick twisted desires don't come back to embarrass Neil. But he's not gunna look a gift horse in the mouth.

- And Steve keeps giving him things. The new Metallica album a week before it's out (how in the fuck...?), a black leather jacket that's buttery soft to the touch, even gives him a new earing. A dangling cross with a diamond in the center. And Billy knows he looks good okay? Is confident in his skills in bed. So initially he's sure that's why Steve treats him like this. Cuz they've fallen into bed together almost every other day since Tina's party and it's good. Fucking fantastic sex alright? Billy's never had anyone as good as Steve Harrington. So if the king wants to throw pretty baubles at him then so be it. It's not like it's a struggle or anything.

-But then Billy gets sick. Like he's not dying (he would very much argue this) but it's a bad flu bug. High fever, aches and pains the whole bit. Billy doesn't get out of bed for two days. It's so bad even his dad lays off to an extent. So when the doorbell rings Max has to get it even though technically Billy is babysitting while Susan and Neil are out for date night. And there stands Steve Harrington with an easy smile and a plastic bag full of cold medicine and homemade soup.

- And Max is low key freaking the FUCK out because her friends at school told her all about king Steve. Mike's sister is his best friend so he actually sees the kids quite often. And while Mike isn't his biggest fan he still concedes he's a pretty nice guy whenever it comes to them. Brings them the GOOD sugary snacks and a pizza whenever he stops by during their DnD campaigns. But she also knows he's probably the most powerful person in town. Has got Will's older brother on his payroll. Has somehow heard about Billy being sick when she hasn't told anyone. So she's wary when he asks to come in and see Billy. Cuz even if he's an asshole he's her brother and if this guy is here to fuck with him then she's gunna stage a coupe.

- But Steve just smiles big and sheepish. Tells her he was worried when Billy didn't show up to school. Wanted to know if he was okay. Made soup and everything. So she lets him in and directs him to the door down the hall on the left where Billy is working through a fever of 101.2. Tells him she loves her brother very much. That she'll be in the next room over. Then turns around and runs to her room, her red hair a battle flag in the wind. Steve likes her instantly.

- Billy was super out of it the whole time but he's pretty sure Steve Harrington stopped by and fed him soup. Gave him expensive cold medicine that knocked him the fuck out and read to him when he wavered in and out of consciousness. And that.. That's dangerous. Because Billy knows that's not something you do for just anyone no matter how good of a fuck they are. That's something you do for someone you have feelings for. And Billy can't have that. That's not how his life works. He doesn't get to keep someone like Steve. But when Billy goes back to school Steve is there waiting by his locker with a smile and a coffee made just the way Billy likes it. Feels his heart flutter like the traitorous little mother fucker it is. And falls in love with Steve Harrington right there five minutes before English on a Monday morning.

[emikadreams]

Coffee and Funny socks

A/N: So this a modern au of feysand as single parents, hope ya’ll like it💖

“Cassian Illriya Archeron!” Feyre yelled as she slammed the front door. She had a cup of coffee in one hand and a box of treats in the other, she carefully set down her precious mind fuel and grabbed her coat before checking the clock. She groaned, they were late-horribly late. “Cassian!” she yelled once more, after waiting for a few minutes for her son to run down from his room she sighed but at once grinned as an idea formed. 

She took 2 doughnuts out of the box and laid them on a plate before putting the rest in the fridge and said loudly, “If you don’t come down this instant, I’m gonna eat all the doughnuts, especially the chocolate glazed ones. ” within a matter of seconds Cassian was running down the stairs, backpack in hand. He ran towards her, a worried look in his eyes.

“Mum! I’m here!” he said while panting, “ please don’t eat them.” Feyre laughed and handed him the chocolate glazed doughnut and smiled as his son lit up. “Thank you, mom! I was drawing a tiger for ‘save the tiger’ day.” Feyre ruffled his hair and picked up her coat, coffee and keys before looking around the room, mumbling to herself, “Stove’s off, the oven’s off, all things that could burn down our house is off, right Cass?” she directed this question to her son, who was currently pigging out, he shook his head, crumbs all over his face. Feyre cleared her throat and he looked up and grinned, Feyre rolled her eyes before ratting off things in their checklist, “Backpack? Books, pencil box, snack box, water bottle and project?  ” Cass made a doubtful face before nodding,“ All check.” 

“Great, now let’s go before I have to drag you to school on a magic carpet,” Feyre said as she started walking, holding her son’s hand before wiping the crumbs off of his face. She held onto his face and smothered him with kisses, Cassian giggled, “I finished that doughnut in record time mum!” Feyre crouched down so that she was eye to eye with her son and held her hand out for a fist bump, “Archeron power?” Cass nodded before knocking his fist against hers’ and shouting, “Archeron power.” Feyre smiled and nudged him out the door, locking it behind her and buckled him into the car seat before driving away to their first parent-teacher meeting of grade 3.

                                    ~

“Excuse me- sorry,” Feyre squeezed through the crowd of parents and students milling about in the hallway, clutching her coffee to her chest like a lifeline. She had dropped Cass off at Elain’s but got held up because her neice, Andy, wanted to play with aunt Feyre for a while and she could never say no to Andy, so here she was, an hour late, desperately trying to find her son’s class for the past ten minutes. She stopped to ask a teacher as to where Mr Spring’s class was when she spotted the gaudy roses pasted on the door and nearly sighed in relief. 

She all but ran to the room, squeezing through the crowd and walked over to the back of the packed classroom when someone called her name, rooting her to the spot “Feyre, it’s good to see you! I’ll be right there.” Feyre smiled reluctantly at the preppy voice of Ianthe and rolled her eyes resuming her search to find a space to sit when she crashed into someone’s chest, spilling her coffee all over their shirt, Feyre yelped, and the man jumped back at the contact, hitting the back wall of the classroom. She shook her head and looked up at the stranger she had emptied her coffee on, “I am so sorry-” Her words were cut off as she took in the stranger who was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. 

She was momentarily dumbstruck as the man raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow, showing off his mesmerising violet eyes. Feyre shook her head, scolding herself for oogling a stranger she had spilt coffee on and continued with her apologising, “I am really sorry, I can get that cleaned for you,” she paused, assessing him, “by the look of your whole outfit, that shirt must be very expansive” Feyre mumbled the last part to herself but he must’ve heard it for the man shook his head and smiled politely, “It’s fine,” Feyre raised her brow, her face skeptical, “Truly, it’s fine, thankfully the coffee was cold.” 

He then surprised her by taking out a pair of striped, neon orange socks from his pockets to dry the coffee. Feyre’s eyes widened, “They’re my son’s” he chuckled and Feyre smiled, shoulders slumping with relief. She extended her hand for him to shake after dropping the now empty coffee cup into the waste bin, “I’m Feyre, Cassian’s mom.” he grasped her hand while his eyes widened on hearing her son’s name, his voice rose an octave as he said, “ You’re Cass’s mom?” Feyre nodded and the man’s jaw dropped comically, “ I’m Rhys, Azriel’s dad.” 

Realisation dawned in Feyre, “Oh my god! Our sons are literally joined at the hip!” The man-Rhys nodded and released her hand before saying, “I know right. If I had known his friend’s mom was as drop-dead gorgeous as you are I would’ve come to drop him off at your house.” 

Feyre’s face grew warm and she looked at her shoes while the man rubbed his neck sheepishly as if the words had slipped out without his control. After a few awkward seconds, he cleared his throat, “Anyway, what I meant to say before my mind lost consciousness, was, hello.” he laughed self consciously, slipping his hands into his pockets. Feyre smiled politely, “Hi.” 

“So, did you meet Mr spring yet?” he asked and Feyre groaned making him grin, “You don’t like him do you?” Feyre scoffed and replied, “I would prefer walking on hot coals than talking to that self-entitled asshole.” he laughed, “ Definitely don’t like him then. That’s good.” she must’ve looked blank for he continued, 

“ Cuz I absolutely detest him.” just as Rhys finished his sentence a voice broke through the raucous classroom, “ Good morning Parents, I’m Tamlin Spring.” both Feyre and Rhys groaned simultaneously before laughing quietly as they moved to stand with their backs facing the wall to listen to him.

Rhys scooted closer to Feyre while Mr Spring rambled on about his experience as a teacher. He leaned in and whispered, “ Wanna bet that he talks about how great of a teacher he is in about,” Rhys checked his watch before continuing, “2 minutes?” Feyre’s eyes lit up in challenge and she retorted with, “ Bet, but I’m gonna say 45 seconds.” Rhys’s smile grew and Feyre swore she saw his eyes glisten with mischief as he said, “You’re on.” both of them looked at their watches and at the 45-second mark Tamlin started talking about his expertise and Feyre whooped silently, “Aha! I won.” Rhys pouted mockingly but asked,

 “ Well, what do you want darling?” Feyre tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as he called her darling and said, “I’ll let you pick, I mean I owe you at least that much after spilling 5 dollars worth of coffee on your, what I’m assuming 500 dollar shirt.” Rhys looked nervous as he said, “Well then if you insist, wanna go out for ice cream? You’ll pay obviously.” Feyre smirked, “Obviously.” enunciating the word but she was giddy as he said, “It’s a date.” 

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Omg, you finished Lesson 31 already?! Can you please give me a short summary of what happens? I think you can private answer an ask? I'm not sure 🥺 I'm so caught up with the Lonely Demon old events, and now, the new one, that I barely have enough AP to do both properly 😱 Also, omg, the Diavolo art is so heartbreaking but gorgeous 😭💖

I’ve been holding off on doing Lonely Demon cuz I’m trying to spend my AP wisely lol~ So sure I can summarize, but also I’m choosing to share to everyone since I’ve seen some fake screen shots going around and that’s not cool yo~

!Lesson 31 Spoilers Below! 

Spoilers Last Warning!

TL;DR at the bottom

So This is it ya’ll it’s Asmo’s time in the spotlight. 

The sacred demon event of the Bloody Moon is coming up and there is a tradition at RAD that basically is a popularity contest that is held around the same time~ Diavolo and Lucifer always swipe first and second place so most of the brothers don’t care, but Asmo cares... He cares a lot. He goes to MC asking for help to which of course MC agrees. Satan and Belphie are also recruited since they want to take Lucifer down a peg, so plans begin to raise Asmo’s popularity.

The first plan of action they decide to make a promotional video and they ask for Mammon’s help as he had some experience part time modeling. He gives solid advice about showing the audience the ‘real you,’ but Asmo makes it about this looks again so the video ends being a bust. Next plan was to invite demons to a fundraising banquet which is held at Ristorante six. It seems ok and Asmo is mingling with the crowd, however he stumbles when talking about the value of inner beauty vs. surface beauty. Belphie then gets a text from Beel that he’s at Hell’s Kitchen with Lucifer who is buy everyone’s food and drinks. 

In the end, Lucifer’s party at Hell Kitchen beats Asmo’s banquet because Lucifer’s gesture appealed to the common folk while Asmo’s get-together favored more richer demons. Besides that, Lucifer already has the aristocratic crowd on his side due to his status. Asmo gets bummed out by this. MC goes to Solomon for some advice and he states if they wanna win they have to cheer up Asmo first, so shopping date time. Asmo reveals a soft side to himself and also hints at being salty at Lucifer and to make matters worse for, a RAD news update reveals Diavolo is withdrawaling from the competition and shows support for Lucifer.

MC later goes to Lucifer to address everything that’s going on. Lucifer explains he doesn’t know why Diavolo left the competition cuz boo keep secrets now and that he ultimately doesn’t care about the contest, but he’s glad that MC is supporting Asmo. The next day a lot of salt as Asmo declares he will beat Lucifer and not to drop out and make it easy. I’m guessing Lucifer had some big bro talk here but Asmo didn’t want to hear it because salt. We get another RAD news update stating  Lucifer is in first, Beelzebub is second, and Asmo is third.

Lesson End.

TL;DR : Asmo wants to beat Lucifer at a popularity contest, but is struggling.

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Maybe I Am? - Chpt.1

Characters: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Summary: After meeting in a chatroom Steve and Bucky finally meet up in real life, however Bucky isn’t anything Steve was expecting. Master list HERE.

Content Warning: a very confused Steve, an adorably disappointed Bucky. 

Word Count: 3.1k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! One of my favorite versions of Steve is the sweet confused Steve, and so I decided to have a little fun with him in this fic. Also, Steve Rogers is a Slytherin and I will fight ya’ll to the death on that one. If you don’t believe me read #10 in THIS article. There will be six chapters total, one posted every evening until we’re done. Hope you enjoy! XOXO - Ash

Chapter One

Bucky stared at Alpine, desperate for more companionship than the fluffy white cat could provide. He’d been stuck inside for the past four days while he got over the damned late winter cold he’d caught. Bucky hadn’t been sick in almost two years so he couldn’t really complain, but he was social by nature and Alpine could only do so much for her end of the conversation. He finally drug himself out of bed, carrying his fluffy duvet to the sofa with him so he could throw on a rerun of The Good Place and fire up his laptop. Bucky logged into the chat site he used to frequent that hosted discussions on all different fandoms from movies to television shows to music. He used to love hanging out online in some of the Harry Potter chats, especially HuffleHaven which he was pleased to see was still active. Bored and not really feeling up to fangirling at a level appropriate for a proud Hufflepuff, he hopped into a punk rock appreciation chat to hopefully find a way out of his bored funk. 

WinterBae: so ur a Greenday fan?

AmericanIdiot: What was your first clue?

WinterBae: well i heard the sounds of hysteria

AmericanIdiot: LOL nice. Is that your cat in the profile pic?

WinterBae: yuppp, that’s my girl Alpine

AmericanIdiot: She looks sweet. So, what fandom are you here for?

Bucky flicked over to view AmericanIdiot’s profile and was instantly smitten with the blonde who claimed punk rock was life and he could live on tacos alone if given the chance. He wondered briefly if the pic was real, it wasn’t unheard of for people to use model’s photos instead of their own, and the guy in AmericanIdiot’s picture was definitely model worthy. Tall, buff, and gorgeous; Bucky was definitely interested in more than conversation. Well, nothing to make himself feel better than a little harmless flirting. 

xxXxx

Three months later.

AmericanIdiot: I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.

WinterBae: oh come on! it’s not that bad, just let the hat sort you and i’ll let you retreat to your boring punk rock group. 

AmericanIdiot: You so owe me for this one. 

WinterBae: puhleeeease please please please

AmericanIdiot: FINE. But you still owe me. 

WinterBae: whatever you want. Promise :D

[Private Chat Initiated]

AmericanIdiot: Well shit. 

WinterBae: was i right??

AmericanIdiot: I hate you. 

WinterBae: nope, u luv me. and i told u so ;)

AmericanIdiot: How in the ever loving fuck am I a Slytherin?? I literally help my neighbor with her grocery bags every week! I feel like a puppy kicker now.

WinterBae: the hat sees inside ur soul puppy kicker mwahaha

AmericanIdiot: You totally owe me. 

WinterBae: fine. coffee? sunday morning maybe? r u near red hook? 

AmericanIdiot: I’m over in Park Slope. So not too far. Wait, are you serious? You really want to meet up?

WinterBae: let’s meet @ magnolia cafe 10am on sunday

AmericanIdiot: But how will I know it’s you?

WinterBae: i’ll wear a red rose tucked in my hair. cuz i’m classy like that lol

AmericanIdiot: Haha. Nice. I can’t wait.

WinterBae: me too :)

Steve closed the lid of his laptop, unable to believe his luck. He was finally going to meet WinterBae in real life after months of witty banter and playful flirting. He pulled on his sneakers, ready to go run out all the nervous energy thrumming inside him, and he hoped he wasn’t getting his hopes too high. Sam had already pointed out several times that he didn’t know a whole lot about WinterBae, not even what she really looked like. Steve maintained he wasn’t shallow and he knew enough about her to know that she was everything he’d hoped to find in a woman. She was bright and funny, kept him on his toes for sure, and had a biting wit that left him laughing harder than he had in years. Steve had been so lonely since Peggy up and left him, moving back to England after eight months of living together. He was finally ready to move on and he hoped WinterBae would be the one to do that with. 

Across the bustling streets of Brooklyn, in his little apartment in Red Hook, Bucky was rapid fire texting Nat about his date. She cheered him on good naturedly, happy he was actually putting himself back out there after the disaster that was Brock Rumlow. Bucky was proud that he’d been so smooth in asking AmericanIdiot to meet up, or at least smooth by his own nerdy standards. He reminded himself several times that even if the profile pic wasn’t really AmericanIdiot, he would most likely still be interested. How could he not be after spending the past three months talking to the guy every day? They talked about everything together and Bucky felt like he knew AmericanIdiot better than some of his real life friends. Two more days and he would have a name and a face to put with the amazing, brilliant, artistic guy he was completely head over heels for. Now he just had to figure out where to buy a red rose.

xxXxx

Bucky sat at a small cafe table inside Magnolia Cafe, trying not to fidget with the rose tucked behind his ear. He felt a little silly for wearing it, but also kind of like he was in a romance novel waiting to meet his knight in shining armor. He had worn his very best skinny jeans and a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, leaving his assortment of bracelets on display. He wasn’t getting his hopes up, but damned if he wasn’t going to look his best just in case. Nat had insisted on going along, wanting to make sure Bucky’s online friend wasn’t some kind of creeper. The fierce redhead sat a few tables away, poised and ready to strike should the guy make any untoward moves. Bucky loved how protective Nat was, though honestly she was a bit terrifying at times. So he waited, scrolling through Buzzfeed News, hoping that maybe this once luck would be on his side.

Steve was so nervous he was sweating a little by the time he got to the cafe. He wiped his palms on the side of his tee shirt, wondering belatedly if he should have put in a little more effort. All he had was work clothes anymore, even the navy tee he had on was emblazoned with their star logo and the name of their gym underneath. Paired with the only jeans he owned and a lightweight leather jacket, he hoped he would make a good first impression. WinterBae had mentioned being into fashion but Steve had never had an eye for that sort of thing. Nerves rising, Steve hoped he would be able to find WinterBae easily. He knew only that she would have a red rose tucked in her hair, and from a brief mention a few weeks ago about haircuts, he knew to expect shoulder length wavy brown hair. But that was it. Steve reminded himself that he needed to go into this with open eyes, if nothing else he would walk away with a new friend. Someone other than Sam to hang out with, somewhere other than the gym they co-owned. Deep down though, he still hoped for more.

The cafe was dimly lit inside and it took Steve a minute to let his eyes adjust. He scanned the room quickly, taking note of all the women sitting at various tables. Most were with other people, leaving only four on their own, but try as he might he couldn’t spot red roses on any of them. He felt a pang of disappointment but prayed he was just early and not being stood up. He was about to go order himself an Americano to sip while he waited when he heard a rough, masculine voice call out “AmericanIdiot?” in a tone tinged with awe.

Steve turned in the direction of the voice to see a man about his age with a red rose tucked into his shoulder length wavy brown hair. His mouth moved while his brain reeled, “WinterBae?”

“Yeah! Hey!” Bucky felt like he was vibrating out of his skin; he was so thrilled. The blonde god standing in front of him really was the man from the picture, and he looked even better in real life, if that was possible. Brilliant, sweet, and hot. Bucky had hit the jackpot. 

Steve let himself be pulled into a warm hug, the man was a few inches shorter than his own 6’2” and fit nicely against his chest. The man. WinterBae was a man. Steve replayed all of their conversations in his head and kept coming up with the same assumption. Steve had never once in a million years thought he was a man. He supposed in retrospect that having a female best friend, a love of clothes, and a cat he called a “fur baby” was not necessarily concrete signs of being a woman, but damned if Steve had even thought twice about WinterBae’s gender. He forced himself to return the hug, happy to meet a new friend, even though his heart was crushed under the disappointment that nothing more would be coming of this meeting. 

“I’m so glad you made it.” Bucky told him as they pulled apart.

“Of course. Gotta get my cup of coffee for being tortured by a magical hat.” 

Bucky laughed, a rich rumbling sound, “Yeah, a Slytherin would never pass up the opportunity to benefit off the kindness of others.” 

“Well at least your poor little Huffle-brain won’t realize what’s going on.” 

“Ouch, punk. Those are some strong words from someone who watched Sorcerer's Stone for the first time less than a month ago.” 

“It’s your fault I did too, jerk. Uh, you can call me Steve by the way.” 

“Steve, nice. It suits you. I’m Bucky. Well, James, but everyone calls me Bucky.” 

“Now that’s a story I have to hear.” Steve said with a laugh and let Bucky lead him over to the line for his drink. 

They ended up spending two and a half hours talking at their little table at the cafe. Coffee turned into a muffin to split, which turned into a panini and iced teas for both of them. Steve couldn’t remember the last time conversation flowed so easily with someone. Talking to Bucky felt like they had been best friends for years opposed to only knowing each other a few months. They topic hopped relentlessly, never losing each other along the way. Steve found himself laughing so hard his ribs hurt when Bucky spoke about one of his teenage misadventures with his sister Becca. 

Bucky was very clearly flirting by the time they finished their lunch; shooting Steve sweet little smiles every so often and pushing his hair back behind his ear coyly. Steve knew he should put the breaks on the flirting, he didn’t want to lead Bucky on, but it was so much easier to just smile along with him. In his thirty years of life, Steve had never once questioned his sexuality. Men had never held any attraction for him, but something about the way Bucky chewed on his bottom lip, the tiny tip of his pink tongue peeking out, had part of Steve wanting to taste that lip himself. 

With a cough, Steve shook his head, trying to clear his unexpected wayward thoughts. “I’m sorry, I missed that.” he prompted.

Bucky titled his head slightly with a lopsided smile, “It’s okay. I was just saying that my sister was the one who gave me the courage to come out to my parents. She came out first and seeing how my parents reacted made it a lot easier for me to. She was only 15 at the time, but she always has been a hell of a lot braver than I am.” 

“I doubt that. But that’s great you guys are so close.” 

“Yeah, she’s been my best friend since the day she was born. Well, other than Nat, but don’t tell her that.” Bucky chuckled thinking back on the loving bickering Becca and Nat used to do when they were younger. “So how did you come out to your parents?” 

Steve wanted to die on the spot. A bright blush tinged his cheeks, staining his pale skin all the way down his neck. “I, uh. Well. I’m not. Um. I didn’t, actually. Because I’m not, um, gay.” Please god, let the ground open up and swallow me whole, he prayed silently, unable to meet Bucky’s eyes. 

The smile Bucky had worn, waiting for what he thought must have been one hell of a story based on Steve's blush, completely vanished. Along with all his foolish daydreams of dating someone as amazing as Steve. “Oh. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.” he finally choked out semi-normal sounding. 

“No, it’s my fault.” Steve hastily protested, “We talked so much online and I didn’t realize you were a man.” The wide eyed shock on Bucky’s face made Steve realize he hadn’t made things any better.

“Wait, what? You thought I was a woman?” Bucky asked incredulously. 

“Well, yeah. Nothing about your profile or our conversations were very clear and I guess I just somehow jumped to the conclusion that you were. I’m sorry, Bucky.” 

Disappointed but not wanting to miss out on a great friendship Bucky forced himself to smile reassuringly at Steve. “It’s okay. No harm done. So you're straight then?”

“I think so.” 

That did not help things. “That’s kinda something you know.” 

“Yeah, I thought so too. I like talking to you though. A lot.” Bucky was looking at him like he had three heads and Steve just wanted to crawl home and die of embarrassment. 

“Okay. I like talking to you a lot too. We can just be friends though, Steve. I’m not going to get my feelings hurt just because you bat for the other team.” 

“Thanks. I really am sorry. If I were to ever switch teams you’d be the first guy I call. You’re incredible.” 

“Aww come on. You don’t gotta say that. It’s all good, really. Now tell me more about this gym you run.”

Steve sighed, thankful to change topics, “Well, my best friend Sam and I opened it when he retired from the Air Force six years ago.” Steve launched into the story of how he met Sam through the VA where they had both volunteered as teenagers and then years later, they teamed up to start Shield Gym which was now one of the most popular gyms in the city.

The conversation lulled a little after that and Bucky politely refrained from any more flirting. Steve found himself missing the cute little gestures. He couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with him but he knew he needed to figure it out sooner rather than later. They parted as friends, swapping cell phone numbers so they could text instead of the message boards and private chats online. Steve initiated the goodbye hug, wanting to test the feeling of the smaller man in his arms once more. It was just as nice as the first time and only added to Steve’s confusion. 

Nat caught up with Bucky barely a block from the cafe, pulling him for a tight hug when she saw his morose expression. “Do I need to kill him?” she asked seriously.

“He's straight.” Bucky told her, “Well, he said he thinks he’s straight. Whatever the hell that means.” 

Nat quirked a brow at that, not commenting though.

“Either way, back to spending all my nights with you and Alpine. And Becca, when the brat has time to fly out.” 

“Maybe don’t write him off just yet.” Nat said carefully, “I saw you two together, it was sweet.” 

Bucky sighed, “I can’t do it, Nat. Just let the poor straight boy be slightly confused on his own before he settles down with some perfect human barbie doll he meets at his gym.” 

Nat pursed her lips in disapproval but remained silent. She wrapped an arm around Bucky’s waist and followed him home so they could share a pint of gelato and watch a trashy rom-com until Bukcy felt better.  

“Shit, Sam.” Steve whined at his best friend back in their gym in Park Slope. He’d gone straight from the cafe to the gym, knowing Sam was working the midday shift. “How did this happen?”

“You made an honest mistake, it happens.” Sam tried to be kind with his words, “But, and I’m not saying I told you so, you didn’t really know as much about this guy as you thought you did.” 

“That might have been the politest ‘I told you so’ ever.” 

“I am sorry that it didn’t work out though. I know you thought you really falling for this WinterBae.” 

“His name is Bucky. And, I don’t know Sam, he’s just as incredible in person. More so, even. I don’t know what to do. I’m not gay. But…. maybe I am?” 

Sam set down the bottle of spray disinfectant and the rag he was wiping down the machines with. “Steve, I know you had your hopes up for this guy. But he’s a guy. And being straight, or not straight, is typically something you figure out before your thirties.” 

“I know. I know.” Steve groaned, raking his hands through his hair. 

“At least you made a new friend, right?” Sam tried hopefully.

Steve shook his head, “Yeah, but it doesn’t feel like enough. I don’t know what to do, Sam.”

“You gotta figure that one out on your own, man. But whatever you do, don’t drag that poor boy through whatever premature mid life crisis you got going on. It wouldn’t be fair to him to get his hopes up.” 

“I know that.” Steve fought to keep the glare he wanted to give Sam off his face, “I would never hurt him. I just… I need to think about it, I guess.” 

Sam clapped Steve on the shoulder supportively before resuming his cleaning, “You do that. And if you need someone to talk to, I’m here.” 

Steve thanked him and then headed out. He had a lot of thinking to do. 

[softforcal]

Can you continue the nascar HCs with Luke?? It was so good and all your writing is amazing

NASCAR LUKE X READER

-okay so this boy is an unlikely race car driver

-unlike his other pack of race car driving friends, he’s not the guy that’s always concerned about ‘going fast’

-like, he can be cocky, but he’s more chill and less intense

-you meet him at a club and his friends are being classic cocky, young race car driving scoundrels, flirting with girls

-and then there’s this tall blonde guy

-and he’s so pretty and angelic but he looks pretty chill

-you start talking and you ask what the big deal is because its obvious some people recognize these guys

-and he kinda of bashfully tells you that him and his three friends are nascar drivers and they’re pretty young but successful so they get a lot of attention

-and he’s used to girls hearing he’s a race car driver and asking for him to give them a ride somewhere and he just assumes you’re one of those girls and is just like “and no, i wont take you for a ride in my car.”

-and you’re like “please don’t. i don’t really feel like dying tonight.”

-he blinks at you first then just laughs because okay, damn

-but maybe you’ll let him buy you a drink

-so you begin talking and you just connect really well, suddenly the club is closing and you’re both being kicked out, his friends long since gone with girls

-”i should really give you a ride home.” he says

-you laugh, “no thank you.”

-you wave down a cab and as you’re getting in, Luke’s like “can I at least get your number?”

-you give it to him and he watches your cab drive away and he’s just like… wow, she’s amazing

-the next morning he meets up for breakfast with his friends, but its two in the afternoon cuz they’re all hung over, and Luke’s like “so i got this girls number-”

-and he tells them about you and they’re all kinda like… “don’t text her until tomorrow.” because these fucking racecar drivers fancy themselves ladies men or some shit

-but Luke spends the entire day staring at his phone and wanting to call you

-he finally just says fuck it and gives you a call

-you answer the phone and he kinda of blanks at the sound of you saying hello then snaps back into it and is like “hey, it’s Luke, the guy from the club-” “race car guy!” “yeah, that’s me. look, i wanna take you out.”

-the next day he shows up at your place in his decked out car and you take one look at it and you’re like “nope, i am not getting in your car, we can walk somewhere but i am not letting you drive.”

-and he’s shook again because “come on Gorgeous, i’m a professional.”

-but he finally gives in and walks with you to the main street and you two spend the entire day poking around and laughing and he’s such a fucking sweetie

-but he’s itching to show you what he can do behind a wheel

-”look, if you can make it to date number 5, i’ll let you drive me somewhere, deal?”

-this boy is determined to make it to date number five

-when he drops you off at the end of date number two, he kisses you for the first time and he’s never felt anything like it. it even rivals the way he feels when he’s on a racetrack, that exhilaration, and fuck, just like that, he’s addicted

-date number five, he shows up in his beautiful car and you’re just like, “please let me take back the whole date number five thing because i really didn’t think we’d get this far-” and he just laughs, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you, “not a chance.”

-he opens the car door for you and you get in and you’re just like holy fuck please don’t let me die

-he actually drives the speed limit in the city

-he blasts music and you both belt out the lyrics

-and then you realize he’s driving you away from town and you’re like… “where are we going?”

-”there’s an old highway shoot that no one uses anymore.” he explains, “figured if i’m going to show you what driving fast is like, you’d prefer if there weren’t many cars around.”

-and then he just presses down on the gas pedal and his car just flies

-you have to admit it’s exhilarating

-and this fuck is driving with only one hand on the wheel while his other hand is on your thigh

-this arrogant, cocky, fuck

-but wow, you’re laughing and having a great time right away

-and he is so sexy

-like what the fuck, now you know why girls are into this

-”pull over.” “what?” “please?” you grab his hand and he slows down, pulling off the side of the road, “so how many people do you think use this road?” you ask. “not many, why?”

-you grab his face and kiss him

-the stick shift is in the way and the front seat is very difficult to make out in, but this guy is big so it’s probably going to be tough no matter where you are in the car

-straight up one of you accidentally bumps the horn and you pull away laughing and you’re just like, “get out of the car.”

-he is out of the car fast and you sit on the hood, he comes around the car and slots himself between your legs, cupping your face then kissing you again

-straight up fucking on the hood of his car

-oddly enough, he’s never fucked a girl on the hood of his car before and holy fuck he thinks he’s in love with you

-lots of kissing

-you both finish and you just lay back against the hood of his car. he pulls his pants back up and lays down next to you, which makes the whole car shift down cuz boy is big, but you both just look at the sky

-”wanna try it in the back seat?”

-ya’ll are raunchy but the adrenaline is pumping fam

-you just chill and talk and finally Luke’s like “we should be heading back. wanna drive?”

-its a huge compliment that he’s letting you drive but you say no, “maybe on date number ten.”

-both of you laughing

-he drives you home and opens the car door for you, leaning against his car and watching you walk up to your house, you turn, “wanna come in?”

-he stays over for the first time. lots of sex fam.

-he can be soft but rough, like, it’s a good combo, but he generally likes having control

-waking up in tangled sheets with this blonde boy

-”so, i have a race coming up, i was thinking you might wanna come?”

-”a race.”

-”yeah, like, on a track. my friend Michael hurt his foot so he’s not driving but he watches from one of the VIP booths, i always have a plus one ticket if you want to go. he needs some company-” Luke tries to downplay him wanting you there but you see right through him and agree

-the day of the race Michael picks you up because Luke’s at the track

-the car ride is nice, you get to know him and he’s pretty sweet

-he tells you that Luke has had a thing for you since day one

-and Luke never really invites girls to come see his races

-but Michael also warns you that being a race car driver is dangerous and he’ll be there for you if anything happens

-”do you think something bad will happen?” you ask. “Nah, Luke’s one of the best.” Michael grins.

-once in the VIP section, Michael points out which car is Luke’s and explains the whole race situation

-the race stars and you understand what Michael means by you getting anxious about it right away

-Michael actually reaches out and grabs your hand, giving it a squeeze because yikes, this shit looks dangerous

-you keep your eyes on Luke’s car

-any risky move he makes or swerve or acceleration leaves you breathless

-it seems to last forever

-when the race finishes and Luke is first everyone cheers and Michael pulls you into a hug, “told you Luke’s the best.” he grins

-but part of you is still like, fuck, what if he’d crashed? because one car DID crash and that’s scary

-but you like him too much already

-you’re so fucked

-he does pictures and everything and he is sexy as fuck in his red, race car outfit

-he finally comes over and kisses you, wrapping you up in his arms and lifting you off the ground before placing his race car hat on your head

-then he looks at Michael, “hey Mike, how’d the girlfriend like the race? wasn’t too scared was she?” he teases, fingers brushing your chin. “she was scared, think you got yourself a keeper mate.” Michael laughs

-so he just called you his girlfriend

-going out and meeting all his race car buds and he introduces you to them all and they all assure you that this guy is head over heals for you

-all the race car guys, Luke included, live life on the edge because their job is dangerous, so Luke’s a take life by the horns kinda guy

-he’s all in right away

-so much love

-so many ‘i love you’s’

-going to all his races and watching, terrified but relieved when he doesn’t get hurt

-fucking while wearing his race car hat (lol)

-him teaching you how to be a better driver

-whenever you drive he always wants you to go over the speed limit

-car sex

-he’d be the guy that buys you a car for your birthday

-or as an anniversary present

-slow dancing all the time because you two are in your own little world and sometimes boy just needs to slow down after a race

-having a huge mansion

-like. you’re dating an amazing race car driver, he makes cash money fam

-wow. so i didn’t know how much i loved Nascar Luke.

[iamaleximusprime]

Pear Butter sure looks confident in that bikini!  Perhaps she's trying to get Bright Macintosh's attention?   Yeah, I can't believe I haven't drawn human Pear Butter yet either.  It's about freaking time and of course I had to do my best to show as much skin as possible and make her drop-dead gorgeous cuz ya'll know me by now.  Bright Mac's a lucky guy for sure!  She's gonna give him some amazing sex!  

[earthnashes]

Hey so I don’t typically do this but, on a whim I watched the Lion King remake and wanted to share my thoughts on it! <:

Final verdict? It... actually wasn’t as bad as I originally thought it was. Like I try not to have an opinion on a movie I haven’t seen, including remakes, because I wouldn’t have much to base said opinion on it otherwise. But after hearing how much people seemed to despise the movie and call it entirely soulless (and seeing clips out of context of the full movie) I was inclined to agree with that verdict.

But now that I’ve seen it? I honestly enjoyed it. I admit it lacked something magical the original had but for what it was, it was pretty good. This felt more like a slightly darker take on the story, and took a little more inspiration from Hamlet as far as I can tell and for what it’s worth, it worked for the realism the movie tried to convey.

So my thoughts on the movie! (below the cut cuz it got longer than I anticipated)

-The voice acting was pretty damn good. What the characters lacked in facial expression the cast tried to compensate with their voices and it kinda worked.

-The animation was beautiful; this is probably the most realistic looking CGI movie I’ve seen and I say that in a positive way. It’s just bloody gorgeous to look at. Speaking of realism, to touch back on expression I did notice that what the animals lacked in facial expression was also compensated by body language typical of that specific animal. Scar does a strange trot-pacing when he was scared, Mufasa rolled around on his back and did the cute happy cat squint while letting Simba climb all over him when they were playing, Zazu would ruffle his feathers when agitated, so on. There could have been so much more emoting, don’t get me wrong because that attention to detail was sometimes made too subtle to catch but, when it was there, I appreciated it. It felt like these creatures was emoting human feelings but in a way natural to them.

-I love the fact that Scar actually feels threatening and menacing. The original Scar is a joy, one of the best Disney villains created, and I always liked the fact that he’s shown as a whiny self-entitled brat when he actually becomes king (and further cements why he wasn’t chosen in the first place). But this Scar had actually fought Mufasa for the title of king and lost, and is entirely bitter about it; hell I wouldn’t be surprised if that scar on his face was from Mufasa in this version. His resentment toward his brother felt like it had more weight to it: Mufasa took the kingdom, Mufasa has the love and admiration that Scar believed is owed to him, Mufasa was the one chosen by the lioness Scar wanted. His want for everything Mufasa had felt personal, not like a mere obstacle, so much so that he went to the hyenas to achieve what he wanted (instead of it being implied he was actually friends with them; they were a means to a gain he couldn’t achieve alone).

 And it didn’t simply stop at Mufasa: when Sarabi refused to be his queen he basically sentences the lionesses to starvation until she relents (which she doesn’t thank god), it’s implied some of the lionesses have tried to leave before because Scar and hyenas patrol Pride Rock seemingly 24/7: I have no doubt he would have killed Nala if he found her in that scene. Zazu can barely be around the pridelands to give the lionesses news of the goings on in their home. Everyone owed him something and he was stopping at nothing to achieve it.

Like there was the scene where Simba and Scar were talking to each other and Simba turned his back on him and it felt like Scar was only just refraining from killing the cub. Yikes.

Scar was legit scary in this iteration and I honestly loved it.

-The added scenes give a tiny bit more depth to the suffering the Pride Lands faced in Simba’s absence and I really appreciated that. I also like how we’re shown some of Simba’s life with Timon and Pumbaa and why he seems so torn about being who he was meant to be: every time he brings it up, Timon and Pumbaa kinda shut him down on it. Not out of malice but it’s hurtful nonetheless and his hesitation showed from it. I think a lot of that might have to do with how Danny Glover voiced him: Simba stuttered a lot or would back away when his beliefs were challenged and that, at least for me, showed his fear of bringing change. What if it’s the wrong kind of change? The last time he tried to change something, his father died, so its better to be a nothing and not cause anything, right? Maybe I’m lookin’ too deeply into it but hey, that’s what I do best. <:

-The music is fucking amazing. If there’s no other takeaway from this remake then at the very least, the music is just... awe-inspiring, particularly the orchestral scores. There’s new scores in the movie that just got me caught up and was just... bro, it’s so damn good.

-Seeing Mufasa die in fully realistic CGI was painful. Every time he’d get hit or ran over I cringed; the sound design and the weight to the animation made sure you knew he was getting trashed. The part where he slipped and struggled to get down just to start rescuing Simba was a nice touch too, like it fully showed just how dangerous it all was, not just the wildebeests.

I love the addition of how he spoke to Simba through the chaos too, like trying to be assuring despite it; there was a scene where he’s like “it’s alright! Come to me son!” then he gets BLASTED and I was like NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I do miss how he called to Scar as his brother though; with how they added dialogue to show Mufasa still loved his brother despite everything in the beginning, keeping the “Brother! Help Me!” would have nailed it home, but they got rid of it for some reason. :/

-The scene where Simba escapes was a nice change: I’m pretty sure one hyena did fall with him and like, legitimately died, and when Shenzi told the other two to look for him they were like “uhhhhhhhh actually, if that dude died there’s no way a cub would survive that. o3o” I like how they were honestly certain he had died instead of just pretending he was, but it would have been nice for that certainty to be challenged a little more when Simba had shown up at the end.

Also, Simba limping out of the bramble and into the desert, then him eventually just lying down to die was really sad to see. :C

-SHENZI WAS FUCKING SCARY AND I LOVED HER. I LOVE HER SO MUCH. She was more menacing that Scar, I’d say, because the hyenas felt more like they were following her, not Scar. They only went along with it because Shenzi thought it would work, and the moment he tried to throw them under the bus, it was Shenzi who put the nail to his coffin. Which was... oof. Yeah, seeing Scar pathetically attempt to fight for his life before being swarmed and screaming was a little horrifying, it was a little more than just his shadow this time.

-Speaking of Shenzi, I love the fact that she and Nala had a throwdown, that was so fuckin’ cool. Actually, the entire final fight (up until the Simba and Scar fight anyway) was great. I liked that we got to see more of the lions fighting for their home instead of slapstick stuff (which was great in the original but wouldn’t have worked here).

-Speaking of the final battle? The whole scene was really cool... but the final fight between Simba and Scar was so WEAK. That shit was weak sauce bro. They had this whole buildup to the final confrontation between true king and false king, the dialogue before it was tense and everything, the start of the fight was promising... then Scar accidentally falls off. Like... really? Fuckin LAME. Dude, I was hoping for a big-ass scrap like the final battle in Jungle Book. There was power and impact in the fight between Shere Khan and the animals, and the final confrontation between him and Mowgli was so well done. The original fight in the original was fuckin AMAZING! The two tear into each other and Simba wins because he outsmarts Scar by using a move he learned from Nala, something he always fell for himself and he used it to his advantage. Like, hell yeah!

But this? I legit said “that’s it?” out loud after it all, I couldn’t believe it. Lame. :/

-Simba and Nala bantering was really sweet. They were arguing about things they did together in the past and I did enjoy that, like showing that they were best friends through the past experiences they had. I also like the dynamic of when they actually got to the Elephant Graveyard and Nala was immediately aware of the danger they could be in and how reckless Simba really was being. She tried several times to convince him to leave, even as far as saying “okay, I can see just how brave you are so can we please go home?” and.. I dunno, I just thought it was a nice added touch to her character as a cub. As if she knows Simba so thoroughly she can see right through him.

-I really missed the characterization of Rafiki in this version. He came off as more a silent shaman than a kookie but wise baboon, and that would have worked if they... showed more of him and his personality? He was in the movie less here than he was in the original and I wasn’t really feelin’ that. :/

-I’m not gonna lie, the scene where Simba and Mufasa’s spirit reunite made me tear up a little. The original left goosebumps in its wake and it was a powerful scene, but this one was powerful in a different way? Like in the original Mufasa told Simba who he was, where as in this one Mufasa told his son how proud he was of being his father and how he always would be. And ya’ll, when Mufasa began going away and Simba just quietly, desperately saying “please... don’t leave me again” and Mufasa goin’ “I never left you, I never will” I was like NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Yeah, it got me man. DAMNIT Mufasa! ;-;

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So all in all? I can honestly say I liked it. Is it to the point where I’d be willing to sit down and rewatch several times over like I did the original? Not quite. But this remake felt a lot like “The Lion King, but what if it was with legit real animals?” and in that sense, it worked. This felt about as realistic as the story of the Lion King could possibly get and I could appreciate it for that. They told the same story with a different flavor and direction and I still enjoyed it, and while I think Disney should be criticized for trying to shamelessly cash in on the nostalgia of their long time fans with the remakes, the actual people behind creating this remake (director, animators, sound design, everyone actually making the film and not distributing it) seemed to honestly care about the product they were creating and it shows in more than just the characters’ facial expressions.

Sooooo yeah. Sharing my thoughts on something no one asked for but I did it anyway. I enjoy talking about this stuff but enough about what I thought, what about you? If you’ve seen the remake, what did you think of it? O:

[sirxelots-anime-land]

Manga Recommandations ...

Yeah, I am finally doing what nobody asked for. I am gonna give ya’ll a list of Manga that I think aren’t that well known but are great and worth a read (at least in my opinion), Sounds Good? Alrighty let’s get this going them! 

Groundless - Sekigan no Sogekihei       

Now that is one Manga that I would really like to continue and release chapters in english faster. But it seems like no one really bothers to translate it atm wich is sad :(                                                                                                                         Anyway, Groundless is set on an island in a somewhat modern fantasy world with a civil war rumbling on said island. The main character is Sophia who lost her husband and daughter after their arms shop got set up with a hughe order from the colonel of the army stationed there. All she has left is a sniper rifle her husband hid for her to sell in case something bad happens. Instead of selling it she decides to seek revenge and joins the local militia as a sniper. 

It’s got some pretty cool charakters, it’s brutal (not over the top brutal though) and the art is pretty good.

Afterschool War Activities

Alright, technically this is not quite a manga since it is a Webtoon but I like it and it is pretty cool ... yea.                                                                                              Set in a South Korean Highschool, the daily lifes of our class are dissrupted when strange things appear in the sky (strange and deadly). highschoolers and university students have to fill up the military ranks to fight this strange enemy off.

It has a lot of interesting characters in the school class we follow around and it gives a pretty good impression on the emotional stress and trauma the situation brings with it. 

Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad

Let’s switch our guns out for something different now ... how about a guitar. Beck is one of my favourite Anime and Manga out there and I’d say everybody should give it a try because it is so good. First of, the Anime ends around Chapter 29 of the Manga and it sticks pretty closely to it. So if you want to watch the anime instead for the first quarter of the Story, there you go :P                                  Since I don’t really know how I should summarize the story of Beck without going on for the next ten minutes I’ll make it short. Yukio Tanaka gets into playing the guitar and starts to set his sights on becomming a rock star (the absolute breakdown version of it).                                                                           It has a lot of good drama, is super fun and has pretty good music (Anime Only :( ). The only thing that might put you off on the anime at least is the animations. They can be a bit whacky in normal situations. The manga however looks gorgeous all the time. Two last words: JUST READ IT GOD DAMN IT’S SO DAMN GOOD OMG 

In This Corner of the World

Oh yeah baby, we’re back with the War stuff. Though this time we don’t really see anything of the fighting itself. 

Rather we’re following a typical japanese family through their daily lifes during the second world war. Sound glum and boring? Don’t worry thanks our somewhat clumsy but loveable main charakter and a wonderfull cast in general it won’t be that glum mos.. well ... not all the time. And if the cast isn’t enough, the art of it is also very beautifull and you learn a lot about how live was during that time in japan (there is a whole vocabulary list at the end of each volume explaining certain words and phrases in the context of the war). 

But wait that is not all, if you don’t necessarily want to read through the 3 Volumes of it you can watch the movie on Netfilx. It will definitly be worth your time (maybe don’t watch it when you want something happy go lucky though).

Maria: The Virgin Witch

I know it might seem like I only read stuff that is set during some kind of war but I promise you that that is not the case and just a coincidence. This time the story is set in the Hundred Years’ War.                                                                             Maria our young and ambitious witch wants to stop the war with her sex appeal... Do I need to say more to convince you? Yes? Well alright. She herself is still a virgin so she sends her domestic deamon to do the sexy time part for her. God on the other hand doesn’t really like the idea that Maria wants to end the war wich leads to our little conflict between our cute little witch and an arch angel. 

With only three Volumes it’s a nice and quick read and a very fun one at that. Or you know... you could watch the anime wich is also decent.  

Black Rock Shooter: Innocent Soul

Alright, now we’re really done with the War stuff i promise :D                                 So you might’ve already heard of Black Rock Shooter and you might have watched the anime/ short movie ova thing. BRS IS takes the charakters of Black Roch Shooter and puts them in a alternate story that has nothing to do with the anime stuff.  

Set in  Hazama, a world between heaven and earth where souls land that are not worthy of going to heaven nor hell, we follow a girl called rock who is a Black Star whose job it is to keep order.                                                                            Again a very short manga with three volumes it has a nice story (though it get’s a bit hard to follow in the very last bit from what I remember right now) and a very beautifull art style. Also it has some super funny moments in it thanks to the great dynamic between our main protaganist and her side kick. 

Prophecy

Another three volume Manga comming right up. Prophecy.                                    A man uploads videos on definitly not youtube Mr. Copyright man, where he promises revenge for crimes that didn’t get punished hard enough (and pulls through with them). Meanwhile a special divison of the police force specialized in cybercrime tries to catch the man.                                                                           It’s a nice cat and mouse detective criminal story with an interesting take on social media and social injustice. It can feel a bit silly at the beginning when they talk about the internet but that might just be the german translation in my case :P  If you have a thing for some good crime stories definitly check it out.

Aion

One of my favorite and first manga. A manga I would really like to see as an anime but probably never will. I kinda don’t wanna say to much about it here because I probably wouldn’t find an end. So basically mermaids are real and they try to F up humanity with worms that control them. Our main protagonist meets the girl who has her sights set out to kill all the mermaids.                           It’s a really cool story and unique (as far as I remember it ... I need to read it again) with some nice characters and I also did a drawing of one f the characters that turned out pretty dope ... ok that last part is probably not that convincing to you so just check the manga out ok? Good. 

Boku Girl

Ok, you’re almost done by now. To end this list I have something with a bit more bare skin that is also a bit weird and a 100% hillarious and caused me to cry of laughter more than the number of it’s chapters. And it develops into a cute little love story aswell.

Out main character is Suzushiro Mizuki who is far from a a very masculine guy, In fact he get’s mistaken for a girl more than he’d like to. Even his crush thinks of him more as one of the girls. Meanwhile, Loki the Trickster god get’s bored with playing tricks on other gods so he plays one on Mizuki ... (also Loki is a girl ... in this one at least). I guess you might be able to figure out what happens to poor Mizuki with this prank and if you don’t mind that stuff, you most likely will have a blast with it (I hope at least because I definitly had).                                               And I dont’t think I have more to add to that :D

 OH WAIT ... IT HAS SUPER CUTE MOMENTS ... that’s all 

The Afterword

Aight. that concludes my short list of manga that I want you to read cuz I like them and you better like them too OR ELSE ... 

Mind you I did this whole text in one sitting and it was very spontaneous and late at night. So if you can’t make sense out of my gibberish and  eventuall spelling/grammatik errors, I am sorry. I didn’t really prepare this as much as I could have and it’s been a while since I wrote a longer text in english.

I hope you enjoyed this list anyways and some of the Manga aswell. I might or might not do stuff like this again in the future, maybe a bit more prepared.

If you most definitly would like to see me stuff like this more, let me know :D 

Have a good one folks.

[slytherinsneck]

OK MORE RANT TIME CUZ WHY THE FUCK NOT? me being a proud child!

As ya’ll know, I stan both Kris and Yixing. If you didn’t know that, well, you know now. The amount of respect I have for these two men is literally out of this world. I admire them with all my fucking heart, like I don’t have the words to even describe my feelings. This is the day Yixing is attending the Grammys, which for him is a very big deal. Disclaimer, I’m not in any way taking the spotlight off of him by mentioning Kris. I was planning on doing this on twitter but I’ll know I will get dragged. I feel tumblr peeps will understand where I’m coming from more lmao.

Anyway, back to what I was saying. Like these two guys are single-handedly bringing Chinese music to other parts of the world. They’re showing people how gorgeous this culture is and how rich their music is. I mean, I didn’t even know chinese hip hop (or even korean hip hop for that matter) existed.

Their passion and hard work just leaves me so awestruck. Lay legit takes no break, he’s always working. So is Kris. I envy the fact that they don’t give up hope. Lay goes through so much shit and so many haters on a day to day basis and so does Kris (as yall know with the Ariana stuff). But the fact that they don’t give a fuck and they just keep going deserves everyone’s respect. They’re doing their own thing, but their dreams are the same. I wish them, from the bottom of my heart, the best for them. 

[askdaddydutch]

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: Hot vanilla coffee, black pants, puppies

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to get to know better

I was tagged by Wildflower-of-the-West and Writing-in-Hell, thanks guys!! <3

Nickname: Don’t really have a nickname. Though, my mom used to call me Chick. So I guess Chick would be my nickname, haha.

Height: 5′4″

Last movie I saw: Catching Fire Part 2. It was on T.V, not really a fan of the movie though.

Favourite artists: Don’t really have one.

Song stuck in my head: Silver Scrapes by Danny McCarthy.

Other blogs:Uhhh, I think I have a total of seven blogs?? Brownie points if ya’ll can find the other 6 lmao.

Do I get asks: not a lot, but when I do I appreciate them :)

Following: 176! And I love each and every one of my followers XD

Amount of sleep: 6 hours

Lucky number: 23

What I’m wearing: Pajamas

Dream job: Wildlife Rehabilitaor

Favourite food: Mac n Cheese

Dream trip: Anywhere warm with a gorgeous view!

Play any instruments:Not any longer. Though, I used to play a little guitar, violin, and flute.

Languages: English and a bit of Spanish (at least reading Spanish - speaking it is a different story lmao)

Favourite song: Ruin My Life! By Zara Larson

Random fact: I own a total of 12 pets!

Andddd I’m not gonna tag anyone cuz everyone I would tag has already done it XD So just enjoy from free fun info about me!

[always-la-belle-epoque]

maybe got a lil drunk tonight and owe so many people messages but here’s where I’m at

- don’t have to have those procedures aka needles all over me + electrical currents to my organs. Win!

- work project is way above my head (and pay grade) and is all consuming and terrible.

- work project involves lotssss of interaction with Crush(tm) who is smart and lovely and gorgeous. and crazy complimentary when we’re 1:1 or email. And then ignores me otherwise.

- found out weird rule that only applies to a handful of people in our company that Crush(tm) would lose her job (and then maybe visa?) if she acted on her feelings.......so that explains A Lot of how she acts around me. :( As does Gay Panic. This is a Situation, ya’ll.

- I just want to talk about Crush (tm) ALL the time. She says the nicest things to me and the energy between us is like nothing I’ve ever felt with anyone. Any everything is impossible. but there’s just something there that just IS. I didn’t know tbere could be an energy like this between people, And it’s beautiful but also sad? Cuz, yeah :(

- her eyes are really green and they get all affectionate when she looks at me. And she has freckles. My heart just squeezes up over her.

- people see her husband’s pic and are like “um isn’t he gay???” idk. He looks like ken doll.

- her compliments are like......always ones that make me feel less insecure about the things I feel not great about. and then I feel great and my heart just gets so warm. And the she gets awk and avoids/ignores me even though I know she thinks these good things about me. And I just want her to feel secure with me. but give the above idk if we can get there.

- she is VERY perceptive about people/dynamics. She remebers the tiniest facts about people. It’s really impressive. But also, she must figure a lot more about our situation than she pretends. Cuz she’s not a dummy.

- I left work in tears over this terrible project and my friend took me out and I don’t really drink but we had tacos and manhattans and chocolate cake and it was just what I needed. But now I’m home and super tipsy and sleepy. And thinking very tipsy sleepy thoughts.

- I want to finish my fic but I work Too Much :(

- I suck at commmunication, thanks for being so lovely to me anyway. Xo & hi everyone

- idk what I would do if tumblr implodes.

- goodnight void.

[toxic-potions-productions]

2023 future designs!

So, remember the question I asked you guys about posting this either today or yesterday? Well, forget what I said, I just decided to post it today for the new year! So, here's the long awaited future designs for my timeline! Get excited for 2023, cuz I am!

(Ya'll already know about these two, but I just love them 🥺)

(How can Bloo get any cuter??? 😭)

(AAAA, I love Emi so much!)

(Who else agrees Sabrina looks absolutely gorgeous?? 😍)

Now, I'm not gonna give you fun facts about all of them without going into spoiler territory, but here's some:

-Emi is now a free-lance fashion designer (Yes, those actually exist)

-Lilith was able to graduate early & is now a model being in magazines & stuff like that. But, she's still the same bitch we love to hate

-Evelyn's hair is actually dirty blonde ~~~~~~~ I'm actually gonna make a post where the present designs meet the future ones. That'll arrive shortly ^^ (It's also gonna be my first intentional two parter cuz I wanna try something new)

& again, happy new year, everyone!

Which design was your favorite?