#deciding is so hard aaaaaaaah

[wcrden]

i sort of want to focus on wrio and just maybe one more blog but between zhongli, aether, haitham and arlo idk whoooo

[blueishspace]

Looped Sun 20

Loop #518

Grian was... Really tired. The last few loops have been stressful and he and Scar were the only ones aware for this one... Of course he had started the loop in a serious version of third life...

Scar: What if we just died?

Grian: Come again?

Scar: We have tried so many things but not just dying early.

Grian: I wonder why.

Scar: Do you think you could make us ghosts?

Grian: I mean, probably... Shouldn't be tko hard.

Scar: We could haunt the others! With like pranks!

Grian: Hmmm... Now that is an interesting idea.

Jimmy was scared, he had woken up in a weird world with only 3 lives and soon it had become scary with different factions forming and separating... He had decided to stick with Scott and now they were married which was... conforting in a way... And then Grian and Scar died... And didn't respawn...

Grian: Hello there Timmy!

Jimmy: G-Grian? You're a ghost?

Grian: Sure thing? Why so white?

Jimmy: ... I... What happened? How did you and Scar die?

Grian: Oh, we jumped off a cliff.

Jimmy: Why would you do that!?! You just...gave up!?

Grian: I-

Jimmy: That's not- ... It's - ... Ugh!

Grian had forgotten this wasn't the same Timmy who looped with him, he understood too late that this one was going to feel bad about it and he had to do damage control... Quick.

Grian: I... We didn't actually jump on purpose!

Jimmy: You didn't?

Grian: No! No! We slipped...and fell.

Jimmy: ... Oh...really?

Grian: It's just a bit embarassing.

Jimmy: Why didn't you respawn?

Grian: Who knows.

Scar loved this, it was one of his best ideas ever. Now he just needed to scare a certain king out of his skin... He would never expect this.

Scar: Reeeeeeeeeen...

Ren: Whom? Who are you? Show yourself!

Scar: Doooon't yoooouuuu reeemeeembeeeer me?

Ren: Scar!? How? You're dead! You can't be here!

Scar: Ohhhhhhh... You are half right.

Ren: U-uh?

Scar: I am dead!

Now was the time for Scar to appear.

Scar: Boo.

Ren: AAHHHH!?

Scar: Do you hear that sound?

(AHHHHHH!)

Grian: That beautiful sound!

(AaAaaaaah??)

Scar: That is the sound, of clean, white, shorts turning brown!

(Eeheeaeaa!?!)

Grian: Tortu- ...I'm going to have to stop this impromptu musical number because what kind of scream was that??? Who in the world screams like that?

Scar: Someone apparently...

Bdubs: Leave! I'm trying to sleep!

Scar: Hmmm...

Grian: Nah!

Bdubs: I hate you guys. Why can't you guys come back in the morning or something.

Scar: Booooring.

Bdubs: Hey!

Grian: If you think about it sleep is just a free trial of death.

Bdubs:...

They ended up giving Bdubs insomnia that time around...oops.

Loop #521

Scott understood that his actions toward Jimmy back in 3rd Life weren't... completely healthy. He also understood that Grian would say that that was an understatement. He was trying to be less pushy, he really was... and despite certain recent events he tought he truly was getting better. That was why this loop was like a punch in the face.

Jimmy: Scott what's wrong?

Scott: I... Jimmy your eye...

Jimmy: Oh? Oh! It's ok you didn't hurt me too much.

Why did the loop had to start after his unawake self had already done too much damage?

Scott: No! I did! This is a full on black eye Jimmy!

Jimmy: It's... I'm sorry.

Why was he sorry? It was non looping Scotts fault not...not his! He hadn't done anything!

Scott: Don't apologize... I... I need to go.

Grian wasn't helping at all.

Grian: And you chose to run?

Unless by help one meant making Scott feel worse, in that case Grian was helping a lot.

Grian: That is like, the worst thing you could have done.

Scott: I know. I panicked!

Grian: Jimmy is going to blame himself. You do know that, right?

Scott: I know!

Jimmy: Ehhh... Grian? Have you seen Scott?

Scott: He found me! I can't go talk to him.

Grian: Are you going to what? Hide from him? I tried that with Scar near the start, it really doesn't help.

Scott: ... No.

Grian: So?

Scott: ... I'll go talk to him.

Scott: Jimmy...

Jimmy: Scott! You ran off! Did I do something wrong-

Scott: No! I... I... We need to talk...soon

Loop #524

Pearl: Gods forbid women do anything.

Impulse: You turned ALL OF OUR MEGABASES 90°!

Pearl: So?

Impulse: How? It's been less then a day!

Pearl: Oh you know...

Impulse: ...?

Pearl: You know.

Impulse: Know...what?

Pearl: You know.

Impulse: I don't think I do?

Pearl: Sounds like a you problem.

Impulse: Wha- Hey!

Pearl: I can't believe you think a woman couldn't do this, wow. I tought you were better then that.

Impulse: I DON'T THINK ANYONE CAN DO THIS?!? Why did you even rotate it!?!

Pearl: Looks better.

Impulse: You even redirected the river!

Pearl: Looks. Better.

Impulse: I... Need to lay down.

Pearl: L.

Loop #527

Grian: This is the story of a man named Scar.

Scar: Grian? Who are you talking to? ... Where are you?

Grian: When Scar came to a set of two open doors he entered the door on his left.

Scar: But... What about the right?

Grian: What about it?

Scar: I want to see what's over there!

Grian: It's just a boring lounge Scar.

Scar: Oh...ok!

Scar: Grian, is this a prank?

Grian: What?

Scar: There is an arrow that says escape!

Grian: No no no no don't go there!

Scar: I'm going!

Grian: Scar! SCAR! You come back here right now.

Scar: Nope! I'm going all the way- AAAAAAHHHHH?!??

Grian: Well ...this is bad-

Scar: I don't want to be crushed! Grian do something!

Grian: I can't!

Scar: Gri-

Mumbo: Stop! I stopped it!

Grian: Mumbo?

Scar: Uh...?

Mumbo: I- I have a museum place to bring you to... I think?

Scar: Uh... Alright... Lead the way!

Grian: Ok... Now you are just ignoring me.

Scar: I'm not! I'm exploring!

Grian: Just be careful on that cargo lift- SCAR!

Scar: Sorry!

Grian: Scar, I swear to god.

Scar: I said sorry!

Grian: Why would you even jump down!

Scar: I wanted to see what was that way!

Grian: BY JUMPING FROM A CARGO LIFT!??

Scar: Grian? Can we take a break?

Grian: Hmm... I have this room in the game code... I could...

Scar: No, no. Just. Sit here a while?

Grian: Uh? Alright, I can do that.

Mumbo: So uh... What time is it for you?

Loop #530

Pearl: Sooo... We got a new expansion.

Grian: We did.

Pearl: Toughts?

Grian: Real Life huh?

Pearl: Scar is still motion sick.

Grian: Guess we got to add Cleo to the winners.

Tango: I explained to Anne a bit about the expansions and how they work.

Scott: Which meant I had to tell her about Termina since she is going to be a proper looper soon.

Grian: Oh... How did that go?Scott: Surprisingly well actually.

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[pardonmydelays]

what’s your ranking of twenty one pilots’ albums 👀

you know what, i've been thinking about this question all day & i still don't think i have the right answer, but i'll try my best:

vessel - my baby, this will always be my favourite album and nothing will ever beat it, it has absolutely no skips for me, it's just pure perfection (+ holding on to you is my fave twenty one pilots song EVER if anyone cares, also car radio! migraine! ode to sleep! house of gold! ukulele!!! AAAAAAAAH!)

trench - i know it's actually fan favourite & it's also the one that got me into their music, it's incredibly good so i had no choice but to place it here (also no skips i think?), the storytelling is absolutely insane

clancy - i know it's actually too early to say it but i think it might be better than blurryface for me? but idk, like i said i am just obsessed with it at the moment so ask me again in a couple weeks hahaha

blurryface - or maybe i like it as much as clancy? it's really hard to tell... also, fun fact, i actually listen to this one more than trench but i just think trench is generally better, idk I'M LOST ALREADY I CANNOT DECIDE

self titled - i don't listen to it as much as the others but i still think it's such a great album (addict with a pen, march to the sea, a car a torch a death, taxi cab, isle of flightless birds... you know i'm right)

scaled and icy - i don't hate it, ok? i know a lot of people say it's their worst album, well, it still has some of my favourite songs (choker, formidable, redecorate, mulberry street), i just think it's not as good as the others

regional at best - ok, i'm sorry but despite the songs that i absolutely love (forest, kitchen sink, anathema) it's just... well, i skip most of the songs because i just prefer vessel versions + trees (microwaved version) ruins the entire album for me lol it's an amazing song, one of my faves, but this version is one big nope

[randxmthxughts]

*deepest breath as I collect my strength*

Aaaaaaaah!!!! I can NOT believe that we're here already! Where did the time go? How did we even get here? Tsu'tey! 👀 *hysterically high voice as I scowl at your stupid ass!... however fine it might be*

Oh wow... Predictions... Theories... Thoughts... Wishes... Hopes...

I do, of course, hope that they'll get a happy ending, because, well... we all do, I think lol But other than that, I hope that Tsu'tey will realize what he's done to the reader by allowing Takuk to court her. Tsu'tey is merciless indeed... 💔

I am, very secretly, hoping for an unplanned pregnancy. That flavor of angst and despair is just... absolutely delicious, but I also know that it's not everyone's cup of tea XD

I also love the idea of the reader being honest with Takuk and that they'll perhaps form a closer friendship instead, something Tsu'tey will misinterpret as the courting going well, only for his mood to turn sour and darker the more time passes 😈

Make that boyo squirm good before he comes crawling to the reader asking for forgiveness and a second chance... Huehuehue 😇✨✨

There's so many ways you can make this go and I absolutely can't wait to see what you'll have happen next. I am beyond excited to read the final chapter! Between Mo'at and the reader telling Tsu'tey not to touch her, the angst is seriously high XD I hope you've had so much fun while writing on the last chapter! 🥰✨✨✨

omg thank you for sending this in, i'm in LOVE WITH YOU!!!!♡♡♡

you're def on the right track with these predictions, i am having a lot of fun writing this, esp figuring out how tsu'tey would actually behave. like i love the groveling trope but i don't see him like the exact type to do so, so there's a plot point that turns him around yk? like i need this plot point to make a lot of sense so that the reader doesn't forgive him right away bc she's hurt and she doesn't trust that she could go through that pain again, and she pushes him away instead. and tsu'tey needs to realize that the more he's away from her the more he wants her, and he'll finally come to terms with having developed feelings, he just doesn't know if he can convince her that after telling her non-stop he can't love anyone anymore

oh about the pregnancyyyy, i wanted to go with that route but i know that some people don't like it too, so i decided against it. also i think it might have thrown the reader off bc she'd think tsu'tey is with her bc of the baby. i might write bonus chapters with pregnancy though!

there's def going to be a lot of angsttt but the romantic relief will be even better! i haven't began to write it yet but i'm thinking hard of ways to make it special

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send in your unrequited opinions here

[devcica]

Love this chapter 💕.

*sighs* yeah

It’s hard to leave something behind yourself, knowing it’s the last time where he feels content.

We all know what you mean(you want him to come to you)...

“—just come home safe,” you said, not really thinking about the choice of your words. The aftermath came to you in a split second, warmness spreading on your cheeks.  “I mean�� home, as in, here. Fuck, not here, I meant, a place, this town—”

100% accurate

You can’t help but think that he’s like a cat himself. Stray that will cling to you when you’ll give him food and then he decides what to do. Jumps from being away from you to being by your side full time—and you never know what he’s gonna do next. 

What did you buy to her, Simon? Love that he had to check her socials to find out when her birthday is, so thoughtful of him.

“...Thought it would be appropriate,” he says, breaking the silence, when you carefully open the layers of gift wrap. Multiple of them, when probably just one would be enough, but you do not comment on that. “A gift for takin’ care of Sparkles. And, for your birthday, even if they were a few weeks ago.”

Aaaaaaaah, I'm done, this is so sweet. There it is, she is his and there is no going back.

There’s a little “S” on the back of the pendant.

gorgeous, part 7

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

You're a vet with a pretty simple life.

One day though, things changes, when a big guy with a skull mask enters your clinic with a small, ginger kitten in his hands. (3,5k)

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previous part

When you’re supposed to see Simon Riley for the thirteenth time, he doesn’t show up.

Not like it’s a surprise, but more of a disappointment, completely unnecessary one, given that he told you there might be complications. You didn’t even ask about them, knowing he’s not gonna tell you, and you didn’t really want to know what complications he had in mind, considering his work field. 

You still don’t want to know, not like that changed.

Everything started almost two months ago; he called you around the end of your shift at your clinic, when you were cleaning with Bernie. Caught up in the process, you would almost miss the call if your employee wouldn’t catch it.

He wasn’t beating around the bush. After a small talk—that you knew he probably hated to do—he straight up asked, if you can take care of his cat for a few weeks, maybe a month. Time really was a tricky one here, considering that he had no idea since a mission could go sideways. 

Without thinking about it twice, you agreed. Surprise was evident, as he got silent for a few seconds, then announced that he’s gonna be around five at your place the next day, to give you the cat.

With hope, you asked if it’s gonna be later five, as you hoped he didn’t mean the one in the morning; he only laughed at that, hanging up, and you just knew you’re not gonna get much sleep. 

“I’m grateful you’re doin’ this,” he said, once he got here. Eyes on you, dark like a simple, black coffee. Luring you into his arms more and more, especially at five in the morning to seek some kind of comfort that you desperately needed, as you slept a few hours.

“I love this cat. And I have to somehow pay for your fatigue with finding me a good mechanic, don’t I?” You raised your eyebrow. He chuckled, amused, leaning against the frame of the entry door to your apartment. 

You kept your mouth shut how badly you wanted him to just sit and have a simple tea. Just like he liked, you didn’t care. If he even wanted to, you could easily give him butter cookies that you made yesterday, they turned pretty decent.

“You don’t owe me anything, dove,” he murmured. One last look into your apartment; longing, as you noticed. 

It’s hard to leave something behind yourself, knowing it’s the last time where he feels content. At least, you thought that he felt this way—he didn’t need to deal with anything else, but things that were only around a normal person’s day.  

And he needed to leave this calm life for work. 

“Shouldn’t be more than a month.” He broke the silence, looking at you again. 

You tried to ignore the warm feeling, bubbling in your heart. Hot like a lava, sweet like a candy that you know you shouldn’t eat because you’ll get addicted; he only explained himself for the sake of the cat. Not because he felt like it’s right to do for you, or because he knew you’re gonna be worried. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself. “Right. Where to, this time?”

“Iraq. And some countries along the way, depends,” he murmured, his lips in a thin line. With a sigh, he took a few steps into your apartment, enough to face you, his big frame towering over you significantly. You never felt so small in a good way. In a safe way.

“Depends. Get me a magnet, will you?” you asked, teasingly, hoping you didn’t cross some of a boundary here. His bark of a laugh calmed you with this a little bit. “What? I love magnets.”

“S’alright. ‘m gonna get you plenty,” he said—sarcastically, as you could sense—and leaned down a bit. “Anythin’ else?”

After a quick debate in your head if you should, you hugged him. Tight, your eyes closed, arms encircled around his body (at least, in a way you could because this man was massive). “Take care. And be safe.”

His body freezes a little; a cold cube against a heater like you, too tired to care, too afraid too. “Hard enough in a open field—”

“—just come home safe,” you said, not really thinking about the choice of your words. The aftermath came to you in a split second, warmness spreading on your cheeks.  “I mean… home, as in, here. Fuck, not here, I meant, a place, this town—”

“—Sssh. I know.”

You both stayed in this position for a little while. You because he didn’t push you away, he… for other reasons, but whatever this reason was, when he backed out, you saw how much more relieved and relaxed he was. Like this hug did something to him, put him in the right place of mind, where he needed to be in the sake of whatever mission he faced that time.

“Gonna do my best to be safe.” He lifted your chin with his two fingers. “But you have to do the same thing.”

You barked a laugh, shaking your head with a little disbelief. Cute. “Not really a challenge in a town where nothing happens.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’d be surprised, dove. Just do as I said, can’t lose you.”

And with those words and a small wave (initiated by you), he was gone. The only sign that he was here was his cat and the smell; on you, but also on the things that he brought to your apartment in order to help you with taking care of his animal.

Now, it’s only a faded memory of his smell around, which has both you and Sparkles upset. You expected it, of course you did, but not that much. You haven’t expected the weird void in your chest whenever you look at the text he sent you weeks ago, when they arrived to Iraq.

Nothing after this. Radio silence, and even if you knew why, your stomach twists every time at the thought that something wrong could’ve happened. Would you even learn about that? Maybe from your best friend that is on team with him, maybe then, no other way. Or this Soap guy that seems to be familiar with you.

Either way, some of the nights are almost sleepless when you think about it.

The day he’s supposed to show up passes quickly. 

Another two weeks after that too, and another two weeks. It’s a balance for you—clinic, house and Sparkles and occasional trips to the grocery store if you don’t have anything in the fridge. Everything is so mundane, and yet you feel like something’s off.

Like you miss something.

Someone, in that matter, but you don’t let that thought overwhelm you too much; it’s still so fresh.

You spend your birthday with a couple of friends, in your apartment. Small dinner, just to celebrate the day, as you don’t really feel like doing big things; or, going to the club, as you were previously doing every year. Now, not only that your best friend isn’t here because she’s on a mission to serve the country, Celia isn’t here either, as she had a family emergency or something like that. Ironic, yet, you just accept the fact and move on—it’s not like you have much else to do.

There’s gonna be another day to celebrate with them, you know it.

The complete irony though, comes to you when the power goes off in the whole building at three in the morning. There’s loud banging to your door that startles you awake and has Sparkles all hissing, annoyed, that someone abrupts her sleep like this. 

You quickly shush her, then you put your robe on to answer whoever is outside.

And that’s no one else but your landlord; in his suit, as always, even if he comes in an ungodly hour like that to your apartment. There’s a quick chit-chat about the rent, prices coming up, so you should prepare for this. And finally, he says that power is gonna be off for a couple of hours. You bite the want to ask how many hours, smiling, instead.

“Lock in the front door doesn’t work. So consider that.”

Your smile drops after that.

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean it doesn’t work?”

The man shrugs, completely unfazed by your reaction. “It doesn’t. Power’s off, so the lock doesn’t work either.”

Simple words, simple message, yet, you can’t quite get this idea around your head, when you’re done talking with him. Simon’s words echoes in your mind, when you close the door, checking twice if all the locks are on.

You’d be surprised.

It’s not like you’re a particularly easy type to scare, but somehow, you find it hard to sleep this night, as you turn in bed multiple times in a span of an hour. Shadows suddenly transform to potential dangers, figures are coming out of the darkness. Primitive noises bring you out of the bed to check if something’s happening.

So, you decide it’s best to not sleep at all than to have a paranoia going around. Completely unnecessary one, but it’s not like you can help it.

You thank yourself in mind that you have candles; multiple, so you can easily light up the living room, making it a bit cozier when you lay on the couch with multiple pillows and blankets, a book in your hand. It has to work somehow, since you feel way better than in your bedroom.

Sparkles is around, too. Maybe she senses how you are feeling about the whole thing, but she keeps her distance. She seems way more interested in the dark than you are, jumping on kitchen counters, looking outside. From time to time, she invades the space near you, wanting some head scratches. 

She’s just this way. On and off.

Like her owner—you think, sighing to yourself.

It’s hard not to think what Simon is up to these days. He’s probably in way darker places than your apartment right now, he’s probably way scared than you are. Or, is he? This man probably doesn’t even know the sense of being scared. 

Or, maybe he just doesn’t show it cause everyone is scared of something at some point. 

You don’t know, but you miss him. You miss the man that you met over four months ago just by accident because he found a kitten on a street. It’s a little bit ironic now, knowing how you grow attached to him, despite your “I won’t meet him anymore” mindset. Despite his closed personality that you desperately wanted to know a little bit closer.

You can’t help but think that he’s like a cat himself. Stray that will cling to you when you’ll give him food and then he decides what to do. Jumps from being away from you to being by your side full time—and you never know what he’s gonna do next. 

Like Simon. Just like him, considering that you never guessed that you’re gonna babysit Sparkles, treating her as your own pet.

You play with your phone as you think about messaging him. Would it be wrong? Would it disturb him? It’s not like he’d have a phone in an open battlefield, you’re not sure if he has service wherever he is right now, either. But, if he happened to read it, maybe he’d feel great. Maybe he’d smile a little, knowing that someone remembers about him—here, in a calmer world, where probably he’d prefer to be, instead of an open battlefield.

And that someone also misses him. Not like you’d admit it in front of him, but it is a simple state of facts.

Book you picked up goes aside the moment you hear another knocking; done with the situation that already is, you almost jolt to the door. “Another problem with that building, or maybe I haven’t paid for something?”

You don’t see clearly, but when the person on the other side of the door lights up the corridor with a flashlight, you see no one other than Simon. He must see the annoyed look on your face because he tilts his head in a curious manner; probably thinking what he did to earn a warm welcome like this. “Nice to see you too.”

You avert your gaze; maybe you should check who it is, not only because of safety, but to not snap at someone innocent like him. “Sorry. Thought you’re my landlord,” you mutter, ignoring how he barks a laugh, loudly, then closes the door. 

“Why is it so bloody dark in here? Haven’t paid the bills, tha’s why you don’t want to see him?” Simon quips. You roll your eyes, smiling under your nose nonetheless, knowing that he won’t see it. You missed him being around.

“Not really. Thought it’s gonna be creepier, you know. Sparkles likes that, just like her owner.” You shrug, following his steps, as he gets deeper into your apartment. Confident, like he actually belongs in the dark, not like you, frightened by it. It’s like he’s used to this.

“Her owner pays the bills, though. And even more,” you say, eyes directly on him. His blonde hair is shorter, not exactly a buzzcut, but close to it; messy, like he did the cut himself or someone who did it was drunk. Black surgical mask covers half of his face, but he’s still in his cargo pants and a bit of military attire, so you guess he came here almost immediately after landing.

You try to ignore how it makes your heart flutter, as he hands you something. “For you.”

“Oh.” You blink, eyes glued to the wrapped gift. It’s a messy wrap, way too much tape there and there, but it can’t wipe off the surprised smile on your face. Pattern is barely visible because of his struggle with packaging, but you recognize cats.

“...Thought it would be appropriate,” he says, breaking the silence, when you carefully open the layers of gift wrap. Multiple of them, when probably just one would be enough, but you do not comment on that. “A gift for takin’ care of Sparkles. And, for your birthday, even if they were a few weeks ago.”

You open your mouth a little. “How did you—”

“—I just remembered. ‘s all,” he cuts you off. Too fast, like he doesn’t want you to ask too many questions.

Too bad that you’re a curious individual.

You raise your eyebrow, amused. “Simon, I didn’t tell you when I have my birthday.”

He huffs, sitting comfortably on the couch. Manspreading, taking off his mask. He tosses it on the table, near the big candle you lit maybe an hour ago. “You did.”

You cross your arms on your chest. There’s a fire in you, slowly igniting; you need to push him a little into answering. Admitting what you know he did because there’s no power in the world to convince you that you told him. “I’d remember it.”

He rolls his eyes. They’re almost black in that dim light, as you sit right in front of him on the armchair. Dangerous, telling you to drop it. You almost hear it in your head. “Just unwrap the gift.”

“Did you…” you gasp. Theatrically, just to annoy him even more, as you see how his jaw tenses. “You looked through my account, hm? Instagram, probably? Facebook?”

“Suddenly a crime, that is?” A quick question; maybe a little nervous, but he’s more amused by your revelation. Or he’s putting on a facade.

“Not a crime. I find it funny that you just won’t admit it openly.” You stick out your tongue. “Like it is a crime. It’s just cute that you want to know something about me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Unwrap it finally, hm?”

It takes one eye roll from you to do what he says. Despite the messy packaging, you do it slowly, as you have no idea what is in there—and you really don’t want to ruin the gift, whatever it is. 

That gets you thinking: in theory, he doesn’t know what you like. You reckon he doesn’t have experience in this type of field, as the guys in the military probably just buy each other a drink and call it a day. Here, it seems like he wanted to do something more than that, more memorable than taking you out. 

There’s a high possibility that he asked your best friend, but you doubt that he’d do something like this. He seems like the type of man that would rather die and go his ways than actually asking someone for help. Especially in something so cheesy, maybe vulnerable for a guy like him, a machine out there in the field that doesn’t allow anyone to see what is going on inside his head.

It takes minutes, but you finally unwrap the gift, excited like a kid. Your hands shake a little when you see a small box—it takes one look at Simon, him nodding, and you open it, carefully. Like there’s something expensive in it, which, as you learn second later, is completely true.

Golden necklace with a hand stamped pendant; partially hidden sun behind the waves of the ocean. It’s delicate, nothing too fancy, but you know how pricey these things can be. It’s hard to find someone who does these things anyway, and now…

"I... don't know what to say,” you whisper out. Shocked, emotional. Not quite believing what you see right now.

He snorts. "A simple 'thank you' would be alright."

“Simon, it’s… beautiful. I just—”

“It’s nothing.” He shrugs, his gaze not meeting yours; he’s looking at Sparkles that bites his fingers right now in the little play they have. Unconsciously, you smile—there’s a thought in your head that you could honestly get used to this. Him, here on your couch, playing with his cat. Your cat, too. “Just a gift.”

“I’m gonna hit you,” you murmur, trying to fasten a necklace. It doesn’t work; you are either too distracted, or it’s literally impossible, so you look at your friend. “Could you…?”

You know that he’s amused by this first comment, when you see a glint in his eyes. “More a promise, than a threat.”

You sigh, smiling under your nose. It’s hard to ignore how excited you seem. “Help me, please?”

He doesn’t comment on that this time; just does what you asked him to. Slowly, observing how you take a look in the camera of your phone with a flash on, trying to get the best angle—and honestly, the necklace looks straight up from your dreams. Shiny, simple in a way, but so meaningful considering that Simon had to take care of it on deployment. 

Or, earlier. Nonetheless, the gesture itself makes you feel giddy inside.

“Pretty,” he hums, tilting his head to the side. Focusing not only on jewelry, but partially looking at your face too, maybe wanting to get your reaction. Too focused on your gift, you don’t see how his jaw tightens and he has to inhale.

“Pretty,” you agree—and you finally look at him. He doesn’t say anything for a good minute, just looks at your mirror reflection. “Something’s wrong?”

“I should get going.”

You blink, confused. Right now? Right now he has to go, when he just came here… five, ten minutes ago? You try to find if you did anything wrong, but nothing comes to your head. “What?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly thinking about something. You aren’t allowed to go there. “I just… should. You had enough of my shit goin’ around, you have to get some sleep.”

Desperately, you try to grab on whatever excuse you can to prevent him from going. You just got him back, you don’t quite understand why he wants to go right now. Not when you just were talking with him. “What? No, you can… stay, it won’t do any damage.”

“I have to get some too. Besides, I came here on foot, so—”

“—It’s dark, do you even think? I can drive you on my way to work, if you don’t have anything to do.”

“Dove—”

“Please, Simon.” It leaves your mouth quicker than you wanted to. A plea, something you’d normally be too embarrassed to say, if the conditions would be different. Right now, you can’t care less when you had him only for minutes.

“Just—”

“—seriously. Stay. You can sleep on the couch, whatever, but I won’t let you go when you’re tired as shit. I want you to relax, have a coffee or tea, hell, I can even make you a sandwich because it doesn’t require—” you stop, only a surprised gasp leaving your mouth, as he pulls you into his lap. Confident, like a conversation minute ago didn't happen at all. 

“You ever… stop talkin’?” He tilts his head to the side. You can’t tell if he’s rather amused or… else.

You shake your head. “Not really.”

“Figured that out,” he murmurs, a hand on your cheek. “I’ll stay, just stop. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And make those sandwiches.” Simon gets up with you, snaked around his figure. When you don’t back out, he raises his eyebrow—a clear indication for you to take a step back; which, you do.`

He cuts some vegetables, when you move candles to the kitchen to see better, playing with your necklace. Doing that, you see something that you missed when you first looked at the jewelry. 

There’s a little “S” on the back of the pendant.

He personalized it. 

[kinetic-elaboration]

October 1: Yellowjackets 2x01

Impulsively decided to start watching Yellowjackets Season 2, under the assumption that even if it does totally consume me, I can’t be spending my time any WORSE and at least this show only has so many episodes.

A few random thoughts on 2x01:

I’ve seen so many spoilers for S2 that it’s hard to remember what is a memory of S1 and what is a spoiler for S2.

Shauna talking about being turned on by the thought of Jeff with someone else… why don’t people talk about that more aaaaaaaah?!?! Like first of all, clear manipulation tactic to get him to stop thinking about her with someone else in a bad way and start thinking about her with someone else in a turned on way but more importantly, she definitely, definitely is thinking about him with Jackie in particular, since Jackie is the one known and possibly, as far as we know, only ever ‘other one.’ And I’m just always here for more homoerotic girl friendship. Like gskfdf the layers of this match the ear eating imo.

How does Tawny Cyprus walk in those heels?

It’s sad to have to wait 40 minutes for Juliette Lewis to show up but at least she did. I was excited to see Lauren Ambrose’s name in the credits, bummed if not surprised not to see her in the episode.

"Something happens to all of us." / "True. And some of those things can be worse than others, depending on our choices." Choices have consequences.

I thought Misty’s “Don’t cry about this. Babies cry,” moment in Natalie’s motel room was really interesting. Just this idea that she’s someone who’s trained herself, or been trained, not to be emotional, to see emotions as immaturity or weakness. I definitely see that in the character now that it’s been pointed out.

“The only thing you should be saying to the police is I want a lawyer. That’s why I put it on the cookie.”

I’m not going to give Jeff credit for anything and I do not want him encroaching at all as a main character, but I did like “Maybe old-fashioned dad shit is my love language” and that strange little scene of him headbanging to Papa Roach. Similarly, Callie is annoying but she is right that her parents are basically the worst: a toxic combination of murderers AND cringe.

Sophie Thatcher does such a great job of matching that Juliette Lewis energy. I was going to say they match each other really well but honestly Juliette Lewis just has this, like… aura, or mood that is all her and is so compelling to watch and I think her younger self here has to imitate that rather than any kind of meeting in the middle thing.

The decision to show a tiny little bit of the rescue in 1998 was interesting. I’d always assumed/gotten the impression that there was no third timeline at all. I would probably characterize those scenes as a whole as more of a 96-perspective flash forward or like a bridge sequence somewhat more akin to the flashbacks-from-96 but still, even just the flashes of the girls at the airport were really jarring and unexpected.

“This isn’t you. This is just something that’s happening to you.”

I get that we never knew the names etc. of all the Yellowjackets in S1 but it is still SUPER disorienting to me to see new characters being introduced in the 96 timeline, given that it really is, like, a closed box. Like I'm just supposed to accept that they were there in the background the whole time although they definitely weren't. Also, I don't really know how many people are on a soccer team so if you told me that the girls we saw in S1 were the whole team, I'd be like, yeah, sure. The whole concept of the wilderness era is that it's small and claustrophobic (while surrounded by vastness and mystery of course) so it's hard for me to accept these other people in any sort of organic or realistic way.

This episode felt a little slow, a little… disjointed in that most of the characters were off in their own places, doing their own things. Even the team in the cabin, weirdly. The Shauna and Jackie’s ghost scenes obviously stood out. I also really liked Shauna and Misty in the opening.

Also EVERYTHING about Nat and Lottie’s reunion. The animal masks, the ritual, the revelation of an ongoing cult, everything about Nat’s face, Nat randomly hitting that guy with a stick as the chanting suddenly stopped, reminding you how dumb and arbitrary all this, and also did I mention Nat’s face. I watched it twice.

[angelplummie]

bakugou is not used to being nice to people, so when it comes to you he tries really hard to be as kind as possible and not snap at you. the only time he’ll be mean is when he knows u know he’s joking (which is a lot of the time but still he tries really hard to not overstep). basically he never wants you to actually be upset by what he says and he wants you to know teasing and making snide remarks is a part of his affection (and it’s not like he’s only mean he’s also nice a lot as well!!)

but when ur so used to trying to hit where it hurts most, some things are gonna slip through.it all comes to fruition on a faithful weekend when your chilling in his dorm, chatting rubbish as per, u guys chat a lot of shit when ur together, saying anything and everything that comes to mind, so you decided to be quirky and different and ask him “are you using me for my body?”

when you ask him, without even looking up from his phone, he snorts and says “if i was gonna use someone for their body it wouldn’t be you”. you snap to look at him and you see him immediately realise his mistake, eyes blown wide in panic.you make a loud and indignant “UM” and you can feel the anxiety welling up inside him

he scrambled up and grabs your hands from where you’re lying and presses frantic kisses to them

”BABEIMSOSORRYYOUKNOWIDIDNTMEANTHATYOUKNOWITWASJUSTASTUPIDJOKERIGHT”

you just sit there mouth hanging open in UTTER BETRAYAL as he grovels for ur forgiveness

”Babe, babe please say something”

you scoffed and turn away, over dramatic enough for him to know he’s not in deep shit but it’s enough that you even pretend to be annoyed to let him know he’s not completely in the clear

“Babe please i’m so sorry, it just popped into my head and i thought it would be funny i didn’t mean it”

You theatrically hold a hand to his face

”talk to the hand katsuki”

he’s honestly on the brink of tear right now, even though he knows you’re just kidding around

”babe...” he whines, he feels so bad he just wants you to forgive him and to make you feel better. with another huffy noise, he collapses on top of you, making you wheeze and laugh

“katsuki! first you BODY SHAME me and now this?”

he makes a guttural yell of protest (kinda like “aaaaAAAAH 😖😖”) and buries his face into your chest, arms damn near crushing u with how how he’s holding your waist

“stop it!!! i’m sorry ok i’m sorry!! i love your body ok ???”

“likely story”

”STOP IT”

you’ve already forgiven him, but, however evil it is, it’s fun watching guilt consume him 😈😈

idk what this is but i liked this idea so i scribbled it down and hear we are. this is my first time writing anything for bakugou so idk how good this is but i hope u had fun reading!! masterlist

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Trick or treat!

The palace was quiet, which should be normal for midnight, but there was something... creepy in this silence. Carla clutched the book she fell asleep over on the library tighter to her chest and shuffled through the corridor to her room, constantly looking around. Suddenly she stopped. She wasn't alone.

Carla quickly turned around, putting her book before herself like a shield (oh how she wished she had her tamborita with herself!) but there was no one there. For a long moment she kept frozen and scanned the dark corridor for any movement. Just as she was about to turn around and continue on her way to her room, something rustled in the potted plant on her right.

Slowly, Carla evened out her breathing and raised the book over her head. One step after another she closed on the plant and...

"WAAABWHABWAAAA!!!" A terribly twisted, red face of a monster roared and jumped at her from the plant.

"AAAAAAAAH!!!" Carla screamed back and clubbed the monster across the face with the book.

"Owww did you have to hit so hard?" the monster now let out a fully human groan.

"Wait a moment," Carla stopped right before hitting the attacker a second time. "I'd recognize this whiny voice everywhere. Mateo?" She reached for the mask and revealed almost equally twisted (from pain) face of the Royal Wizard.

"Happy Halloween?" He cracked a smile taking Carla's extended hand and standing back up.

"Happy Hal-" Carla stopped mid sentence, with her brows furrowed and her mouth agape. "You mean you decided to cause me a heart attack in the middle of the night," she pointed accusatively at the mask laying on the floor and gestured around her, as if to point out the entirety of the sleeping palace. "Just because of some Norbergian holliday?!"

"Oh come on, you have to admit that was a good prank..." Mateo defended himself but his smile immediately dropped seeing as Carla was clearly not amused. No, the expression on her face he'd rather call "rage" or maybe "thirst for vengeance".

"Uh oh."

"Prank? Prank?!" Carla raised the book back over her head and Mateo started to slowly back out. And now he was in full sprint. "Where are you going, I want to show you how we celebrated Halloween in Cordoba!!"

I hope you enjoyed this little treat ^^

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Sensitive dream ~

Warnings: SMUT! sub!changbin, fem!reader, pillow humping, subconscious, massage, consensual somnophilia.

Word count: 743 words

Requested; No..? but it's based on anons ideas (I HAD TO AaaAAAaah)

Note: THANK U SO MUCH ANON! i always get so happy when i see something in my inbox ／(･ × ･)＼ (dont be shy yall ;)) )

"Changbin, sit still!" you said, the boy squirming as you massaged his shoulders. The brown haired boy sat in between your legs on the carpeted floor, back turned to you.

"But it tickles...AHH! yo it hurts!!" he turned around, giving you a pout to which you awed and bent down to peck him on the lips.

"Now turn around and take off your shirt, I can't massage those knots properly through the shirt." your eyes were guled to the tv screen infront of you, blaring you with blue light as you watched some bad series.

He complied like a good boy, removing the clothing and sat back between your legs to endure the painful massage. His chest was buff, a slight sixpack showing as the tv light accentuated his skincolor.

With one finger you started to trace the outline of his neck and shoulders to which he immediately reacted, goosebumps forming on his delicate skin. His breath hitched everytime your fingertips got closer to the sensitive part of his neck making you smirk. Changbin contiued to squirm beneath you, this time more than before.

"You good baby?" you asked him. He couldn't be squirming from pain because you hadn't massaged him properly yet, you thought.

"Mmhhm..." he nodded his head vigoursly, looking like a guilty puppy.

"It's gonna hurt now!" you announced to the boy to not startle him as you started to massage the knots in his shoulders from dance practice.

Small groans escaped his mouth from time to time, his head was mostly hanging down in order to stop himself from making anymore noise.

After 10 minutes you patted him gently on his back and said that you were going to sleep as you grabbed the tv remote to turn off the device. You gave him a peck on the cheek from behind and stood up to go to the bedroom. Changbin still sat in his seat, his shining eyes following your figure as it dissapeared into the room. He looked down into his lap. A painful erection appearing through the grey sweatpants. Changbin huffed and whined quietly to himself until he stood up and went to bed with you.

♡

'3 AM' ,the digital clock radiated it's numbers into the dark night. You were barely awake, struggeling to see through sleep coated eyes. A strange noise filled the room which woke you up. Not only that but the slight movement of the bed alarmed you. A string of sweet nothings pierced thorugh your ears..

"y-y/n...please touch...touch m-me..." Changbin whimpered desperatly.

Confused, you sat up and looked at him, what you saw made you smirk. He layed on his side, a pillow between his legs as he was rubbing his clothed dick against it in desperation. Small moans espaced his delicate lips, slightly parted with a bit of drool hanging on his plump bottom lip. All this whilst he was still sleeping. His lashes feathered on his heavy eyelids.

You couldn't just watch the poor boy trying to get off so you decided to help him. Carefully, you removed the pillow that was being crushed between his thighs from him trying to gain contact with it by squeezing.

Underneath the pillow was Changbins raging erection which made your breath hitch. You ligthly cupped his erection with your hand as you looked at him, reading his every facial expression. He whined as he rubbed against your touch with furrowed brows. You loved seeing him this helpless but he wasn't the only helpless one in this situation. A hot wave flashed across your face, panties getting wetter by the second. You both needed release and so you kissed him, deepening the kiss by sticking your tongue in his mouth.

Changbin responded right away, his big brown eyes twinkled as the slowly opened them, making direct eyecontact with you. His cheeks were rather puffed having just woken up in the middle of the night.

"You need some help?" you asked, breaking the passionated kiss.

"The massage earlier...made me h-hard." Changbin broke the eye contact, looking almost ashamed from how easy he got turned on.

"I-I didn't want to say anything cause I was embarrassed..." he said underneath his breath, still looking away. His hot breath grazed your red cheek.

Your hand trailed down beneath his underwear, nearing where he needed you the most as you continued to look at him. Changbin met your gaze. In a quiet and shaky voice he said; 

“Please fuck m-me y/n...” 

[boobz-fye]

corny/cute things they do for your love (G/N reader)

Includes:Tanaka Ryuunosuke❣ Bokuto Koutarou❣ Yuu Nishinoya❣ and Taketora Yamamoto❣ x G/N reader

Warnings: Cursing, but other than that it's just pure fluff.

Note: Forgot to add that you guys are not dating yet in any of these, but you both do have a crush on eachother (so basically this is their way of making a move on you). This is kinda just another trash post, cause like I typed all of this in an hour. But i'm gonna try and post something around this weekend, so hopefully that will make up for this. Also I didn't really know what to title this post- Anyways enjoy!!!!

❥Tanaka Ryuunosuke❥

This one is more on the corney side I guess

Watching a horror movie together

The plan is for you to get scared and cuddle up in his arms…

But his plan may or may not have worked

You guys are watching Midsommar at Tanaka's house. And suddenly you get to a really gory scene causing you to cringe and hide your face in Tanaka's chest. So of course Tanaka is gonna try and play it cool and poke fun at you a little. “Aww is someone getting scared?” He says with a teasing tone. “Oh shut up” you pout. He snickers turning back to the movie only to be met with an angry Saeko “AAAAAAAAH ITS A WITCH!!!” he screams, jumping into your lap. “WTF DID YOU JUST CALL ME?” Saeko screams, getting ready to beat Ryuus ass “O-oh hey sis.” Yeah lets just say tanaka had a couple bruises and nail marks decorating his body. But he was okay with it since you were the one that patched him up and took care of him!

❥Bokuto Koutarou❥

Good morning and Goodnight text

Some people find text like that dumb (idk why) but i think they are cute

Especially if it's from bokuto!!!

Also he definitely spends like 40 minutes choosing what to say, cause he doesnt want to offend you or seem dumb

Most likely has Akaashi proofread it before he sends the text to you

The sound of your phone going off wakes you up at an ungodly hour this morning, causing you to let out a groan of annoyance. Knowing you wont be able to go back to sleep until you find out who texted you, you check your phone. The text was from Bokuto so your annoyance from before was washed away. “Good morning Y/N!!! I hope you got your beauty sleep for today. Even if you didn't I'm sure you will still look beautiful/handsome as ever🥰. Also this morning I am going to run by the new cafe before school, and I was wondering if you would like something from there? It's on me.” As you read the text a smile appears on your face. You reply right away saying “Good morning bokuto💕 I did get a good amount of sleep, I hope you did as well! And I would like to see the cafe, I haven't found any time to check it out yet. Maybe we can go together? I'm still gonna count on you to pay though!!”

“HEY HEY HEY, are you asking me out on a date? Thought I was gonna have to make the first move. I wasn't gonna allow you to pay for yourself anyways! How about I meet you there in about an hour, yeah?”

❥Yuu Nishinoya❥

Does something dumb to try and impress you

His plan will most likely go south

But hey at least he tried…Right?

You stop by the Karasuno gym ,to give Sugawara a notebook that he left in one of your classes, only to be met by an ecstatic Nishinoya. “Y/N...Y/N, WATCH THIS NEW MOVE I CAME UP WITH!!!” “Uhhh ok?” Nishinoya goes across the gym and does his infamous rolling thunder move. Or tries to- In the middle of sliding on the ground, Hinata opens a door slamming it right in Yuu’s face. “HEY Y/N!!!” Hinata yells, not noticing Nishinoya curled up on the floor right next to him. “Dumbass” Tsukishima mumbles walking away. “Nishinoya are you ok?” you say giggling, as you jog over to him. “Nooooo” He whines, giving a scared Hinata the death glare no, because the life was drained from Hinata's face when he noticed what he did. “Awww poor baby” you say squatting next to him. He pouts and gives you puppy eyes saying “Y/N my head hurts, I think the only thing that will make it feel better is if YOU kiss it.” “Oh really?” “Yep!” You giggle before caving in and kissing the top of his head. Insert Nishinoya hard core blushing, Tanaka crying in the corner because he wants Kyoko to do that to him, and the whole Karasuno team staring at you guys in a state of shock.

❥Taketora Yamamoto❥

Random little notes

He will slide them in your locker, or put one on your desk before class.

Kenma, Kuroo, and Lev try to help him with ideas of what to write

Lev gets his sister to also help

You enter your classroom excited to see what your secret admirer has left for you today. Walking up to your desk you pick up a folded piece of paper with a flower taped to it. You open up the note, but before you could read it the bell rings, signaling that class is starting. So you put the note in your bag real quick, and decide to read it at lunch. Eventually lunch comes around and you finally decide to read it.

“Dear Y/N,

Please meet me at the front gates after school. I'll be waiting for you my love.”

Even though the note was a little bland, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenalin coming over you after reading it. Cause how could you not be intrigued by the possibility of this letter being written by your beloved crush, Yamamoto. After school you rush to the front gate. Only to be met by another note telling you to go to the gym instead. Raising your suspicion even more, you rush over to the gym. And you can't believe your eyes. Somehow Yamamoto got the Nekoma team to do a whole acapella group. You can't tell if you should be scared or happy. Giggling you start to walk closer to the group. Only to be met by Yamamoto profusely blushing and holding a bokay of flowers. “H-Hello Y/N” Yamamoto says without making any eye contact with you. Before you could say anything, Yaku comes up behind Yamamoto and kicks his shin. “WTH yaku?” Yamamoto whispers to the libero behind him. “I know you did not force all of us to sing a whole ass song just for you to not make any eye contact with the girl.” “I'm trying man, I swear.” Yamamoto turns back around and continues where he left off. “Umm Y/N will you go out on a date with me this thursday!?” He screams, with his eyes shut. “Idiot you still aren't looking at her.” Kenma mumbles, trying to get his Nintendo back from Kuroo. “I'd love to!” Oh only if you had your phone with you, cause the face Yamamoto made when he heard you say that was way too adorable. Mans was literally crying.

[myopinionisimportant]

Friends, you might have noticed I’ve been playing a bit of Prime War recently

just a little bit

anyway, I decided to give Tachyon a spin (because the team released their conversions of some of the Tactics characters for us to play with), and...

she really sucks! :((((

Okay, maybe a little harsh. She’s got a great move ability (it lets her move on three different move phases, which is quite fun) and a good damage redirect...but she’s built like a solo assassin, which makes sense for Tachyon, except her attacks are garbage. All but one are 2d8, and the other one costs 2 Focus to use, so it’s really only going to be something you whip out once or twice a game at most.

I was so cross about this, I actually did the numbers on how bad 2d8 is as an attack: assuming some pretty ideal circumstances* you can still expect to do zero damage 30% of the time, and only 1 damage 50% of the time! And again, this includes all but one of her attacks! Most characters don’t have basic attacks that bad!

Aaaaaaaah okay I’m done.

(Look it’s a good game with a bunch of great characters and I got it for free, so like, I can’t complain that hard. Just venting cos I was frustrated)

*Tachyon with Support and Opportunity, and facing an opponent without Opportunity and whose defence is only 2d4, which I’m pretty sure is the worst defence in the game.

[morathicain]

L M A O mora that teaser really was a trap💀 no but really i don’t even know where to begin? this show has been such a breath of fresh air from beginning to end and that just warms me to my core. and it’s like, if we got angst or an actual breakup this ep i still would’ve ate it up cuz it’s p’aof and i doubt he’d let us down w his storytelling, but we got happiness instead! we got to see that they spent those 4 years still very much together and very much in love and i just!! to know that pran & pat faced their problems together, to know that after getting together they stayed a healthy couple, even through the tough times? i’m soaring rn i swear. and i love me my angsty dramas (especially when they’re done well) but we need more of these feel good shows too!! shows where the couple is happy and don’t have to lose more time/years to misfortune or hurt or whatever! ahhhh😭

and inkpa! ink’s basically a part of their family at this point like seeing how comfortable she looked in their home?? my heart! also side note but pran looks so good!! i mean he always does but this hairstyle on him! cuz when they were in the bar? idk what they were feeding him but he looked Good As Hell i’m losing my minddd.

and???? that scene in [4/4] when pran’s playing guitar for pat had me ready to collapse like they’re so in love i can’t do this! there’s literally only so much i can take! i’m also glad we got to see one last episode of Pat Wants to Sleep Over cuz the work he puts in whenever he’s being kicked out of pran’s room lmaooo and that chaotic ending is so Them like truly an a1 way to end the series alskdjlsk

p’aof really delivered w this show because the bar he set is high! if it wasn’t late already i would���ve had my own little rewatch party cuz my heart needs it lmao. and i’m gonna miss reading your responses😭 i loved reading them so much and getting to understand your take on each episode, literally so comforting (esp your rants!!) thanks for indulging my ramblings and for keeping me company these past weeks🥺 i’m sure i’ll come screaming back to you eventually~~~ hope you enjoyed the episode and you’re have an amazing day/night~~ <33 -🥞

Pancake!!! Aahhhhhhh! I feel you so much and my brain can only keysmash and be happy and giddy and so overwhelmed!

They really gave us this trailer and it shouldn't have surprised anyone that it was a trap all along lmao I do hope P'Aof had some fun time reading some freak outs XD But yeah, even if they'd been apart for 4 years, I would have taken it, bc as you said, I trust P'Aof and it would have made sense as a decision. But to know that they decided to MAKE the world accept that they're in love? That they'd stay together no matter what? The way they spent all their important moments with each other? Aaaaaaaah, this is making me so happy!

P'Aof truly delivered and set a new standard. Tbh even if the last episode hadn't been so beautiful, I would have still loved the show because of all those moments they gave us. And they still topped that!

I do love my messy gay cockroaches and if a couple has a hard time finding to each other but you're right. Pat and Pran showed how it's done. How you can stay true to yourself and stay together and not break with everyone else. Their parents lied to them their whole lives and have left any right to be told the truth. Gosh, their faces when they lied so expertedly XD also, this makes their goodbye right before they fake broke up, so damn dramatic! Ohm shed his fucking TEARS for that! Q.Q

InkPha still going strong was so beautiful to watch and I loved how good it was, how Ink was a part of the family, as you said it. And she's now also a force against the dad. Like, he has everyone on Pat's side and they all have fun together while he tries to stay grumpy. I also think that once their parents realised there was still more going on, over the years, they also realised that if they made a big deal out of it again, they'd lose their kids. And this time for real.

The ending was truly deserving of them and their horny but chaotic love story, omg. Loved it. What a great way to go XD

You're making me emotional, ah! I love seeing them be happy, but I'm sad that it was the finale now. Maybe the rewatch can start next fri-gay and it will never stop? I'm also going to miss your asks and rants and I'm so thankful you honored me with those and enjoyed my rants. Thank you so so so so much! <3333

I wish you a wonderful day/night and hope the finale happiness will stay some more with you =^^= take care and feel free to come by to rant about whatever show you want to <3

[painandpleasure86]

Give me your body (and your heart)

Well, I finally wrote some deacury again! I hope you like it. Now we will have some 80s queen :D

Filling the prompts "Confessions" and "First Kiss" from @50yearsofqueen 's event <3 Be aware of my grammar errors, ups.

Available in AO3 here.

Summary: thanks to "body language", Freddie could confess something... and John too.

Word count: 809

Warning: some language, boys kissing. Nothing too sexual, it's soft.

Taglist: @warriorteam1924 @toomuchlove-willkillyou @deakysgurl @lefanhere

1981, the recording of Hot Space were taking place at Musicland Studios. An album where they decided to experiment with more danceable songs, after the success of Another One Bites The Dust.

In that day, they decided to show to John the final result, to give a kind of blessing to the new song, called Body Language.

-Man, we recorded this without you...

-You know that I don't mind being replaced with a bass synth.

-I know, but I think that you need to listen to it, just in case….

-Okie.

John sat in the chair next to Mack and he put the headphones.

The song starts. He was listening.

-Oh Nice replacement, I like this bass -John said.

“Give me… body…"

John closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. He scratched his forehead and arched his eyebrows.

"Body language..."

“Okie…”

"Gimme your body, just gimme your body…"

"Gosh, will say this the whole song?" John thought, trying to not show his annoyance to his bandmates.

"You have a red lips, snakes in your eyes,long legs, great thighs…You have the cutest ass I've ever seen…"

"Quite specific… Who is the person? I should ask to Freddie who’s, I’m curious"

"Look at me, I got a case of body language”

-Nice thing with the finger snapping- he said.

"Sexy body… aaaaaaaah want your bodyyyy!"

“Gosh, pretty intense with wanting a body” -John thought.

And finally came the moans of the final part… John couldn’t hide his discomfort and embarrassment.

The song ended. John quitted the headphones and left them on the control panel.

-What do you think? -Mack asked.

John thought his words a bit.

-It really fits with the album vibe. I really liked the bass, like I told before... -the bassist said, watching to Mack’s face- Who played to it? -John asked, now watching to his bandmates.

-Me -Freddie said, raising his right hand.

-Nice work indeed.

Freddie thanked the compliment just nodding and smiling.

Oh, who was the muse? -John asked, curious.

-Eh?

-I mean… you described a person, who’s?

-No one John. -the singer replied, smoking his cigarette.

John just saw him with an incredulous face.

-Mmmmm… I don’t know. But well… John sighed.

-Well, John gave his blessing, we can continue with another one -Mack said to the group.

-I have another song -Brian said, with a sheet of paper in his right hand.

-Let's do this -Freddie said, going to the recording area. The rest of the group accompany him. John stood up and followed to the group. A long hard day it's in front of them.

The night came. They were in the lake house, having some chill time after a long day working. In the middle of a conversation between the four, Freddie felt the need to tell the truth to John.

-John, I need to tell you something… Come with me.

John opened his gray eyes widely, surprised. He finished his beer bottle and left it on the table, standing up of the couch.

Freddie watched to Roger and Brian’s eyes.

-Excuse us, please.

-No problem man -Roger replied- We will wait for you to start the following beer round.

They were outside the house, specifically in the porch.

-Well Fred, tell me -John said, watching to his friend’s eyes.

The singer came closer to the right ear of his bandmate.

-It was about you.

John opened his eyes widely, trying to process that kind of confession.

-M… me? -John asked, in a low voice.

-Yeah -he continued whispering.

-I…

-Sorry, I know you prefer women… you’re straight, sorry.

-Nothing to sorry… -the bassist replied, watching to his friend eyes and placing his right hand on Freddie's left shoulder.

Despite the low light, Freddie could see John’s face, smiling kindly, and that touched his heart.

-You son of a bitch, are bi? -the singer asked, in a low voice.

John remained silent, watching to those brown eyes.

-Your silence it’s telling me everything…

John decided to hug to his friend. Freddie hugged him too.

After some seconds, he decided to confess his secret.

-I am -he whispered in his friend’s ear.

John left the embrace and he gave a kiss on Freddie's right cheek.

They were watching to their eyes. There’s so much left unspoken…

-Well -he sighed deeply- we should go with Roger and Bri before they start to suspect anything -John said quickly, walking to the door.

-No -the singer said, grabbing John's left hand and pulling to his friend to him. Without any doubt, he left a soft and quick kiss on his lips.

John was blushing.

-Now we can go inside the house -he said, slapping his friend’s ass.

John took some deep breaths and opened the door.

Both felt not only lighter for the confessions, but also happy because their feelings were mutual.

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-Lily

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

How would the fell skelles react to little wiz sib giving them a hand forged knife for a present on their birthday? The little sib does not want their skeles to get hurt, but they aren't good enough to make anything better at that point. And they tried very hard to make the knife the best they can, considering their hands are all wrapped up. The knife is of decent, perhaps even good quality, but not royal guard quality.

Underfell Sans - Uh, thanks ? Red has a huge ego and is a bit upset that you think he can’t defend himself. It’s hurting even more when you know that’s one of the thing everyone kept reminding him Underground because of his low health points. He will take it because he likes you, but it will honnestly probably getting lost in a drawer or something. 

Underfell Papyrus - He’s more worry about your hands that the knife. He appreciates the gift, but maybe don’t cut your hands for him ? No, but seriously. He doesn’t know how strong are human hands, if you lost it or something S/O will probably kill him. He will place the knife in a nice spot of the house so everyone can see it.

Swapfell Sans - He’s surprised you actually did something for him. People who likes him are quite rare and he didn’t think that was at this point. He is touched and will exposed it above his fireplace. Now that he knows you like him, he might even give you some gifts too. 

Swapfell Papyrus - “Thanks, I’m going to stab someone to try it out.” Then he teleports. S/O, Nox and you are looking at each other, not sure if he was joking or not. At this day, you are still not sure what he did with that knife this day. The next day, though, he’s using it to cut an apple because he was too lazy to go take one in the kitchen. At least he is using it, right ?

Dancefell Sans - He’s sniffing like a baby and thanks you with unintelligible words. He’s overwhelmed and loves the gift so much he decides to sleep with it. The next day, you find him at the hospital because this idiot stabs himself in his sleep. Nice job, Rumba.

Dancefell Papyrus - Ah, really nice. He’s showing up with the knife, throw him in the air and it fell back right in his foot. “NYAAAAAAAAAAAA(....)AAAAAAAAH !”. He’s yelling in agony and you have to take him to the hospital (where he finds his brother who stabs himself in his sleep). The knife actually didn’t even enter his foot, he just has a bruise. He is a bit overeacting and you had to tell him to get over it when he started to cry because the nurse didn’t want to put a plaster on his “mortal wound”.

[hopelesslyinlovewithanime]

Porco x reader oral

You began to unbuckle his pants as you whipped out his hard cock. You licked your lips and began to tease him by licking the tip. He groaned "baby quit it and just fucking suck it" he began as you you continue to tease him by squeezing his balls. Porco gasp and held back a whine since he didnt want to seem like a weak whiney baby in front of you. You begin to smirk until you noticed the glare in porcos eyes as he grips your hair and shoves his cock in your he slowly thrust his cock in your throat as he threw his head back and let go of your hair as you Bob your head."that's right baby suck that fat coc-fuuuuuuuuuck~" you looked up at him with a lustful stare as you continue to suck his cock.you decided to pick up the pace and he begin to feel his limit. You can tell by how hard hes panting."fuck baby your throat feels so fucking gooooood~".you begin to moan around his cock causing him to grip the sheets "fuck fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum I'm gonna fucking cu-aaaaaaaah~" he let out a loud moan as he through his head back and  spilled his load in your mouth.he panted for a bit before looking down at you and wiping the cum from your lips "good girl".

[katestrophic]

Kingdom Hearts OC Week - Day 5

Prompt: Seasonal Wear

Want to read my fanfic? You can read it here.

@khoc-week

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Valentine’s Day got to be my favorite holiday, aesthetic wise. Probably because pink’s gotta be my favorite holiday. And I like making desserts. And I like hearts and chocolates. Sooooo why not combine all those factors to create Sakura’s Valentine’s Day outfit? A cute outfit for a cute holiday!

As for what Sakura would do for the holiday? She would make baked goods, and then pass them out to her friends! Even though baking isn’t her strongest suit (despite her love for food and eating), she still does it anyways because she loves her friends and seeing their happy faces so much.

Honestly I got so carried away writing the baking portion of this short fic because I love baking so much so apologies in advance

“OUCH! HOT!” I screamed, accidentally brushing my hand against the pot where I was trying to puree the raspberries over the stove. I instinctively reeled back, rushing towards the sink and running water over my burnt hand. The burnt area turned pink as it cooled down. Drying my hands, I went back to mixing my puree.

Turning off the stove to let the raspberry mixture cool, I threw together the cheesecake batter. I began to pour the puree into the batter, mixing it together. While stirring the batter, I noticed that it wasn’t as smooth as when I started out. “Why is it lumpy...?” I muttered before groaning, realizing that the puree causing it.

Blowing my bangs out of  my face, I poured the raspberry cheesecake into the heart cavities before popping into the oven, setting the timer for 14 minutes. I began to clean up the workspace and prepared to make the brownie portion as the timer dinged. I pulled the hearts from the oven and set them aside to cool as I finished cleaning up the kitchen. Once I was done, I stuck them into the freezer and got starter on the brownie batter.

Everything was going fine so far and I hoped that this streak of luck would continue, but it unfortunately met a very messy end. “Crud...” I muttered, accidentally cracking the egg a bit to hard over the bowl, instead smashing it into bits as the shell, white, and yolk dripped into the bowl. I tried to fish out as much of the shell as I could from the flour mixture. I was a bit more careful when cracking the eggs. Things proceeded smoothly as I added more ingredients into the brownie mixture. Now, it was time to mix it all up. I pulled out the electric mixer, plugged it in, and turned it on. As the beaters spun, I placed it into the batter.

“Aaaaaaaah!” I screeched as  the brownie batter to splatter over the table. I instantly ripped the plug out from the socket and placed it into the sink. I decided to do it the old fashioned way and mix with a spatula. After that was done, I started to pour the brownie batter into heart molds, trying to keep them as even as possible.

I pulled the frozen raspberry cheesecakes from the freezer, turned it upside down, pressed it down onto the table, and tried to peel back the mold to get the cheesecake out to no avail. I tried it again a few more times, my frustration from earlier creeping back up as the hearts just refused to leave the tray. I then shook it in hopes of helping it loosen up, and they finally came out. Just not how I expected.

They all fell from the tray and landed on the table, some of them breaking in the process. I pinched the bridge of my nose and began to salvage what I could, separating the whole hearts from the broken ones so I could try to divide it out and give my friends the nice and whole hearts.

I began to press the raspberry hearts into the brownie mold, some coming in lopsided. I sighed, staring at the “masterpiece” before sticking into the oven, setting the timer again, and cleaning up before I would box the treats.

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“Happy Valentine’s Day guys!” I grinned, giving Sora, Riku, and Kairi a red box with a pink bow on it filled with the heart-shaped raspberry cheesecake brownies that I shed literal blood, sweat, and tears to make.

“Cute outfit!” Kairi smiled at my attire. I was wearing a magenta sweater with a red band with white stripe near the end where it flared out, a white apron with pink designs all over it, a black skirt with pink polka dots and white ruffles, pink tights, and red shoes with a black bow at the ankle.

“Thanks,” I gave Kairi a weak smile, watching in anticipation as they opened their box of treats.

“Oh, wow!” Kairi’s eyes sparkled as she pulled out one of the dessert hearts, admiring it. “These look really nice!”

“And they’re delicious!” Sora added, his mouth full.

“You already inhaled half of them,” Riku rolled his eyes. “Slow down-you probably aren’t even tasting them. If you eat them all, I’m not sharing any of mine with you.” He popped the treat in his mouth, chewed, and his eyes widened. “Oh yeah, I’m definitely not sharing these with you,” he continued.

“That’s okay, Sora,” I assured him, holding out my box. “Though, they probably aren’t as nice as yours because I gave you all the pretty ones.”

“No way, Saki!” Sora shook his head. “You worked hard to make these, so you deserve to have your share! I’d feel terrible for taking some of yours.”

“Awwww,” I giggled. “Thanks, Sora.”

Even though it’s such a hassle to do this every year, it’s always worth all the pain and moments of near tears just to see my friends happy like this.

(What the heart shaped raspberry cheesecake brownies looked like)

Here’s the recipe that Sakura used :)