#deff didn’t have this many last time I moved

[fuck-kirk]

Been moving my book collection by myself and am on the verge of death

[jinx-jade]

A fairy’s protection Chapter 2

Marinette woke up feeling the exhaustion of last night’s magic consumption. Apparently, operating on someone blind uses more magic than operating on someone with sight.

She was definitely gonna need a lot of caffeine before her brain became functional.

Getting out of bed, Marinette moved to the kitchen.

“Good morning Miss Marinette.” Barkk greeted, being the first of the kwamis to notice her.

“Good morning Barkk,” Marinette said with a smile as a cup of what she assumed was her coffee tea mix was given to her.

Once the others noticed they each gave their morning greetings. Marinette returned their morning greetings, taking a few sips of her caffeinated beverage.

“What time is it?” Marinette asked.

There were far too many kwamis up, meaning she had most likely slept in.

“It’s 10:43 am, Miss.” fluff answered helpfully.

Marinette gave them a thoughtful hum, trying to decide if she should open up shop this late into the day or not. It’s not like she had any orders that need to be filled, but she did have a lot of baked goods from last night.

There are far too many treats and snacks for the kwamis to eat it all before it goes bad, and it would be a shame to waste them.

“Who wants to pick today’s outfit?” Marinette asked as an idea formed in her head.

The kwamis argued about whose turn it was to pick her outfit. Marinette couldn’t help but laugh at the group of literal gods’ child-like antics.

In the end, the kwamis agreed on the outfit of the day being gray thick leggings and soft pink oversized fluffy sweater with a pair of combat boots. She also put on Trixx’s necklace, Roarr’s panjas bracelet, and Kaalki’s sunglasses so she would have an easier time using their energy, and not have to rely on her own energy that seemed to be a bit drained from interacting with the slimy green magic.

“Trixx, Roarr, Kaalki, are you guys ready to head out?” Marinette called as she made her way down to the first floor.

“You bet!” Roarr cheered.

“Of course, Mistress,” Kaalki claimed.

“Let’s go!” Trixx said before diving into Marinette’s bag to hide. The other two kwamis followed Trixx into the bag.

Marinette made sure to lock all the doors and windows of her shop before starting her walk to the shader part of Gothom.

It didn’t take long for some random person to try and mug her once she reached that area of town.

“Hand over the bags lady! Or I’ll shoot!” The robber claimed. 

Marinette paid more attention to his energy than his threats.

“Are you hungry?” Marinette asked after a few missed beats, ignoring the teen’s threat. 

“Are ya deff lady? I said I’ll shoot!” The young man threatens again.

“I’m not deff kid, but I am blind if that’s what you meant?” Marinette offered her response calmly.

This teen’s energy swirled in a way that seemed apologetic but it seemed to keep the threatening movement to it.

It reminded her of something she had heard.

That's right.

She had heard from some of the more gossip-loving customers that on Gotham’s streets it was survival of the strongest and by any means necessary.

Marinette bent down, setting her bags on the floor. She then proceeded to take out a large rectangular container and opened it, offering it to the kid.

“What the hell ya doing?” The boy questioned her like she was insane.

“Well you wanted me to hand over my bags but they're just full of leftover treats and snacks that I brought to hand out the street kid. I can’t give them all to you but you’re more than welcome to take some.” Marinette offers.

The young man’s energy moves in a way that makes him seem shocked.

“You’re not from here are ya lady?” The teen questions.

He moved a bit and most of the threatening energy he had was gone. She can only assume that he had put his gun away.

“I’ve only lived in Gotham for a couple of months,” Marinette informs him with a smile.

“You moved here willingly?” The kid asked, a bit shocked. “Didn’t you say you’re blind? Why the hell would ya move to a shit hole like this?”

Marinette stood back up, dusting herself off, before picking up her bags and cane.

“You really shouldn’t curse so much. Aren’t you, like, twelve, thirteen.” Marinette teased with a light tone of voice, avoiding the question as to why she moved here.

“I’m fifteen, lady!” The kid said a bit annoyed, causing Marinette to giggle before she seemed to remember something.

“Hey, I just realized that me being new here means that the street kids won’t trust me or the food I offer. Do you think you could help me pass them out?” Marinette asked him.

“Lady, ya just said that street kids won’t trust ya. Why would I trust ya or help ya?” Marinette reluctantly agreed that the kid had a point.

“Honestly kid, I got no reason for you to trust me, but if you want to pass on this information and food it’s up to you. My name is Marinette and I’m the owner of Jardin des Fées. It’s about twelve blocks away from Robinson Park. I’m willing to give paying jobs, food, and a safe space to anyone who needs it.” Marinette informs him, handing the bags of food over before leaving the alleyway the kid had pulled her into.

“Ya know ya shouldn’t give out that much information to a stranger!” The kid shouted towards her retreating figure.

“Why not?” Marinette asked, stopping at the entrance of the alleyway, turning her head in the direction of the teen’s voice and energy.

The kid was silent for a bit. His energy moved a bit in confusion and assessment. Almost as if he was trying to read her.

“You’re a weird one, lady." He finally said, turning away. "Name's Lao.” The kid told her before she heard him running off in the opposite direction of her.

Marinette had a small smile on her face as she began the walk back to her shop.

Looks like it was time to begin her official work in Gotham as the Grand Guardian.

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[wizkiddx]

Blurb req- Tom and the reader on a private jet hungover? just pure fluff?

fluffy requests are well and truly open ( bcos I adored writing this ahah) and let me know what u think , I am deff not a writer so any feedback or tips would be v appreciated :))

summary: tomhollandxactress!reader - a wrap party followed by an early morning flight and a grumpy Harry, what could possibly go wrong?

warning: mentions of alcohol and sickness

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The remorse. The regret. It only made the pounding in your head even worse. Why those two 1.5 litre bottle of Bacardi had been brought out was beyond you. Why the you six of you had then decided to empty said bottle was even more of a mystery. It wasn’t like any of you had needed it, you’d all been more than ‘merry’ prior to the cheap rum and coke. 

Hence the state of you, Tom and Harry as well as your manager Davey and Tom’s team of Rachel and Andrew. All having made very little effort with your appearance - joggers and hoodies all round, with you and Rachel also sporting sunglasses because you were simply smarter than the boys. Thankfully, this wasn’t a big trip that fans knew about, this was you and Tom moving location under cover  - the studios didnt want anybody to know that either of you made a feature in this film, so everything was under the cover of darkness. Which to be honest you were not complaining about. However, you were complaining about the fact the flight had been scheduled to leave at 7 am the night after your wrap party though.

The two of you had just wrapped your most recent and most ambitious movie to date - hence the massive celebrations last night for just surviving and getting it done. It had been the most intense 3 months of your life, there had been times you’d cry for hours on end, times you just wanted to quit fully knowing you’d never be hired again for leaving a multimillion dollar company in the lurch.But you all, somehow, had survived. So celebrations were in order of course but perhaps not as far as you all managed last night?

Your whole convey appeared to have travelled to the airfield in absolute silence, no one particularly fancied hearing anyone else’s voice- which to be honest seemed quite fair. You’d ridden in a car with Tom and Harry, with you resting your head on Tom’s broad shoulder - which had obviously made Harry gag, rolling his eyes. Bless Harry, really he was the only reason you and Tom had got together, after getting sick of the mutual pining he’d been forced to live with during the previous 2 projects you’d worked on together. But now, having had to put up with the two of you being so ridiculously loved up for the past 3 months - understandably a bit of distance from you and his brother was overdue. 

One of the flight attendants busied themselves loading your luggage, whilst the pilot asked you and Tom for a photo. Of course, you weren’t going to say no however you did have to cringe at how rough you both looked. His teenage daughter certainly would be less excited to see that her Dad hadn’t met Tom Holland and Y/n Y/l/n. Instead he’d met the zombified, undead and rougher frauds. Still you smiled as much as you could, wincing when you removed the glasses and the early morning sun pierced your restricted pupils. God it wasn’t your day. 

The guy didn’t seem to mind though, excitedly hurrying off onto the plane to settle in the rest of you - leaving just you and Tom outside on the tarmac. 

“Poor guy, we look like shit.” You murmured while taking a step closer to lean slightly into his side. 

“Speak for yourself love.’Tom snickered into the top of your head, after pulling you completely into his chest. This wasn’t normally allowed, your relationship still wasn’t public and both of you intended on keeping it private for as long as possible. But you were in an otherwise empty field in the middle of nowhere (somewhere in Georgia) before 8 am. It was actually quite nice to feel your boyfriends arms round you in the outside world, especially when you felt this shit. After a few moments you pulled away, arching back at Tom’s pouty face as you motioned it was time to get on the plane. 

“’S too late you know.” Your brows furrowed at his half formed sentence, facial expression only demanding him to explain more. “They all have already taken the good seats… Harry basically sprinted on so he can hog the bed thing.” In response it was your turn to pout, groaning as you fell back into his chest again. Yes, this was a complete first world issue, a private jet paid completely by your bosses was not something a lot would moan about. Truly you were grateful for everything you had in life, but with the worst hangover of your life when the opportunity of lying down for 6 hours instead of being stuck in a chair had manifested itself… well of course you felt robbed by your almost brother Harry. 

Chuckling at your reaction, he gave you an extra squeeze before leading the both of you up the stairs to the cabin. Sure enough Harry had completely and totally claimed the longer couch at the far end of the plane, lying on his stomach with his face hidden in the crook of his elbow. Rolling your eyes at the predictable situation, you didn’t miss Davey laughing at your sorry state - nmaking you throw daggers at him in your eyes. 

Davey was your second father, the relationship between the two of you far transcended any professional working one. Which is why the two of you acting like this was very much a norm and not rude at all. He had also got the next best seat in the corner with the most leg room which he clearly loved to show off. 

Unsurprisingly then you and Tom ended up squashed into the corner with your legs crumpled up together in the small space floor space. The brunette opposite you didn’t seem to mind so much but that was because he had an adaptational advantage. He could sleep anywhere and everywhere , whenever he wanted. On set if he was tired? Just take a ten minute power nap on the floor. Bored of a long car journey? Just conk out against the window. It absolutely infuriated you, as no matter how hard and how exhausted you were - it was rare you could get any further than a light doze. Even before the two go you got together, having a best mate that could skip all the boring bits and was immune to jet lag… you can see how that makes you want to punch him square in the face.

After a short safety talk from the pilot and flight attendant, the plane whirred into life and you were up in the air. Although in your current state, it would be reasonable to assume the beauty of flying had somewhat rubbed off - you were certain it never would. No matter how many flights you took across country ,and in fact continents, for work; you’d never get sick of watching the view below you. It was perfect and breathtaking and took your mind off the pounding in the back of your head for the first 20 minutes.

Until the need for sleep took over as either you need to be unconcious or you were going to vomit - which you really didn’t want to do at 40,000 feet in a tin box. Trying to rearrange your limbs to get comfier you accidentally knocked Tom’s leg rather forcefully, causing him to jump half out his seat, heavy eyes blinking quickly as he tried to get his baring as to what was attacking him - quickly answered by your guilty look. 

“You okay love?” His voice was slurred, sounding almost sleep drunk - but perhaps was just actually still a little drunk. You’d only headed to bead last night at 4 am and had to be up at 6 - which isnt very long for your poor kidneys to try and process the stupid amount of alcohol you’d both  happily been chugging the night before.

“Feel shitty and cant sleep.” You weren’t in the mood to white lie - honestly some sympathy from your beautiful boyfriend seemed like a dream at the moment. Tom’s idea was better though.

“C’mere then.” His arms outstretched, you immediately jumped into his lap - the two of you shifting about to get comfortable till you were sat side on to him, your bum and back leaning against the arm rest of the chair with your legs going over his thighs and pressing against the wall of the plane. Pulling you closer to his chest, Tom took a deep breath as he pressed his chin against the crown of your head; your face now nested into his chest. 

Nothing needed to be said as the two of you melted into each others bodies, the slow and deepening breathing enough to prove to each other you were both incredibly contented in that moment. More than that you felt safe- you’d admitted to Tom some weeks ago that you had never ever slept better than when he was beside you. Yeh it was cringey but sometimes that’s allowed right? 

… well not to Harry. Because as the plane was about to begin it’s descent, the pilot had tasked Harry (who had slept off the worst of the hangover and had spent the last 30 minutes of the flight scoffing at how adorable the two of you looked fast asleep together) - even after Rach had scalded him and had taken a photo of the two of you on her phone. 

Causing Harry to ,ever subtly, wake the two of you up by throwing his half empty water bottle over your heads. 

Safe to say, Harry very nearly didn’t leave that jet alive.

[sgt-nerd-plays]

Grand Waaagh!

Long time, no battle reports. Sadly, there’s been a bit of a global pandemic going around and being a responsible member of the community, I’ve been avoiding big gatherings that might spread the plague. However, your old sarge has been vaccinated, so with the help of likewise protected people, I was able to get a game in. This time, I was able to bring my ork army. Not just orks, but a whole stompa!

The Stompmost

Game Setup:

The idea was that it was going to be a more casual game where we would bring a bunch of models, play on on oversized board, and just kinda slam minis together with a bit of objective holding as a treat.

I was, of course, playing orks, and bringing 2000 points, plus the stompa. My partner was playing Alpha Legion, and bringing 1000 points. On the other side, we had one person bringing 2000 points of Crimson Fists (Hi Ryolnir!) and another person bringing 1000 points of Grey Knights (Hi, Zuul!) Thanks to Ryolnir for providing several of the pictures used in this batrep.

I brought Ghaz, a warboss on warbike, a weirdboy, five meganobz trukkboyz, a trukk (for carting around said trukkboyz), two mobs of boyz (11 and 14 models in each), a dakka jet, five warbikers, and one of each of the non-HQ buggies, plus an extra scrapjet. Except I’m an idiot and forgot one scrapjet and the dragsta, so I had to borrow a scrapjet from the game club’s cabinet, and a wartrike which stood in for the dragsta. I played as Evil Sunz, though several of the units (the bikeboss and the trukk) were Death Skulls and the dakkajet was painted up as Bad Moonz. I know, I’m terrible, but the rest of my army was wysiwyg.

My Narrative:

Warboss Scragkill Gudluk revved his warbike impatiently. Somewhere there was a scrap, and he was anxious to get to it. However, he’d been separated from his mob. And if that wasn’t bad enough, da Boss had shown up, along with a bunch of red-painted gits.

Ghazghkul Mag Uruk Thraka, prophet of da Waaagh, was giving orders. “Awright, we needs t’get into dis fight quick, so I want you an’ yer other evil sunz t’haul yer guts like they was on fire, you got it?”

“Er, beggin’ yer pardon, but I ain’t no Sunz. I’m Death Skulls!” Scragkill slapped the side of his blue bike proudly.

Ghazghkull responded by smacking him on the side of the head so hard he fell off of the bike and skidded several yards.

When Scrag managed to hobble up and lean unsteadily against the side of the bike, Ghaz asked “What was dat?”

“Er, da red ones go fasta?” Scrag said uncertainly.

“Dat’s what I likes t’hear. Now, we’ll send in da big lad first.” Ghaz craned his neck to look up at the stompa, with its grot rigger crew scrabbling atop getting it ready for waaagh. “I gots a good feelin’ about dis.”

Da Waaagh approaches!

Our deployment zone was in one quarter of the table, minus a nine inch radius from the center. I pushed the stompa up as far as I could. Its only real hope was to get to the astraeus before it lost too many wounds. Most of the Alpha Legion units were in Deep Strike, ready to move in at a moment’s notice.

The Emperor Protects! As does this wall! [Credit: Ryolnir]

The knights player put his entire army into deep strike. The fists player, on the other hand was deployed a bit more defensively than my orks. If only I'd been so smart. He ended up going first, and he immediately popped the stompa. Its work done, the astraeus returned with full honors to its cabinet, where it would do me no further harm, since it was obviously going to be a really short game if it had stayed on the table.

However, this caused some follow-on effects for both of us. Because he'd hidden his stuff, he didn't have angle with a lot of his stuff turn one. On the other hand, I couldn't get anything into charge range that turn, and most of my shooting couldn't target his stuff either. I managed to take out an assault intercessor squad, but that was pretty much it. My partner's maulerfiend was stuck in the back of a bad traffic jam with my warbikers. This meant turn one was spent mostly untangling this while his units got into firing position.

He did have a good firing line on one of my units: The trukk I'd hidden to the side of the stompa, sadly only mostly out of line of sight. It was popped, and I lost one of my trukkboy meganobz on the disembark.

Da Real Treasure Was the Dakka We Found Along Da Way. [Credit: Ryolnir]

I was able to get a couple of buggies into line of sight with his melee infantry, however, and I was able to take out one unit of assault intercessors with my snazzwagon and boostablasta. Meanwhile, my two deffdreads were trundling forward to get their claws on something tasty. At the far side of the board you can see my meganobz trying to get into cover until they could make their way to a scrap.

Bullets! My only weakness!  [Credit: Ryolnir]

The grey knights teleported in, taking the fight to me at the midpoint on the board. Meanwhile, the crimson fists player moved his units forward out of hiding and began taking things down. The buggies folded quickly under some shooting from his speeder and aggressors.

On the other side of the board, the meganobz wilted under the knights' shooting and smites. Ghaz lost four wounds to the psychic onslaught.

Yo yo yo! It’s Grandmaster Dreadknight, and I’m here to rap about how the Emperor saves, novitiates!

However, now it was time for waaaagh! A bit of shooting took out a few of the vanvets, and then the deff dreads ran up and gave the last three a nice hug, turning them into crimson smears.

Where did da humies go, George?

Ghaz, the bikeboss, and the bikers all charged in at the dreadknights. The weirdboy cast fists of gork on the bikeboss, making him right killy.

Hit ‘im in da face! Den hit ‘im in da face harder!

It turns out that seven killa klaw attacks at S14, with extra attacks for each of the originals that doesn't do damage, is a lot. The grandmaster was a deadknight instead of a dreadknight. That robbed the bikers of any attacks, since he was their charge target. But fortunately, Ghaz got full attacks on the other dreadnight. ...Of which two went through, and were both saved against. Some days you get the waaagh, some days the waaagh gets you.

On their turn, the grey knights smote the crap out of the bikeboss and the warbikers, getting them mostly dead and finishing them off in the shooting and fight phases. Ghaz ended up hanging on with a single wound.

Last Ghazp

The Crimson Fist player wasn't idle during this time. He took out the dakkajet with some long distance shooting, then went ahead and removed the two deff dreads, one scrapjet, my squigbuggy, and several boyz. That left me with a grand total of one scrapjet, twenty-odd boyz in two squads, my weirdboy, and Ghaz holding on by a single wound when my third turn came up.

Orks don’t panic. The sweating and twitching is just anticipation of a good waaagh, is all. No one is fleeing, we’re just looking for a better scrap, is all.  [Credit: Ryolnir]

But that was when my allies, the alpha legion, showed up! So secretly, in fact, that no photographic evidence for their arrival can be found. Yeah, none of my pictures from that part of the game came out well. Ultimately, his obliterators and terminators managed to take out the crimson first redemptor. My weirdboy managed to kill the grey knights chaplain, but the surviving justicar of his strike squad was able to deal a fatal wound to Ghaz, finally toppling the Prophet of the Waaagh.

We basically called it there. The grey knights player had to go, so the crimson fist player did his last turn of shooting to see if we'd have even stood a chance. The surviving scrapjet took a surprisingly long time to die, given it started the round with only five wounds left. But when it died, it exploded, and thanks to the careen stratagem, it was able to leave its mark.

Enjoy your mortal wounds, suckers!

Ultimately, it's a little hard for me to analyze the battle too fully. The abortive superheavy duel skewed deployment pretty heavily. It probably saved me a bit of shooting in the first round, but it also meant that I wasn't able to any shooting off my first turn either. Going second definitely hurt me, since it meant the trukkboyz meganobz weren't able to get their full value (though they absorbed a lot of firepower before they died, which probably saved some other units). The maulerfiend never got past the traffic jam until turn three, and the other units he had were too far back to be able to shoot or get into melee.

That left me pretty much high and dry turn two, looking down the barrel at 3000 points without any backup. By the time he popped in on our turn three, I was down to about 650 points, 300 of which belonged to one-wound Ghaz. Even if he’d popped off, it’s unlikely we would have been able to claw our way back out of that deficit. If we’d gone first, waiting until turn three wouldn’t have hurt quite as bad, but as it was, that was two full rounds where I was effectively 1000 points behind the enemy.

In the future, I’ll probably ask that my partners not go quite that crazy on deep strike shenanigans, or at least come in a bit sooner.

All that being said, I had a ton of fun, and it was great finally getting my boyz on the table. I did learn a lot about pitfalls in setting up, how variable some of my units can be, and how to move things fast. I also learned some organization issues, and I'll know how to handle them better. In the future, rather than showing with a stack of double-sided buttscribe sheets, I'll have them singlesided in a binder, so I can flip through them quickly and know where things are.

On the ruined battlefield, the shattered armor of the once-mighty stompa were scattered and blasted. The remains of orks and traitor marines decorated the landscape. The adeptus astartes were the only ones who survived to recover their dead.

And yet, under the hot sun, some of the debris stirred. A massive ceramite plate was thrown aside, and the massive power weapon known as Gork’s Klaw emerged from the wreckage.

[thenuclearweaselhaslanded]

Grand Waaaagh!

Long time, no battle reports. Sadly, there’s been a bit of a global pandemic going around and being a responsible member of the community, I’ve been avoiding big gatherings that might spread the plague. However, your old sarge has been vaccinated, so with the help of likewise protected people, I was able to get a game in. This time, I was able to bring my ork army. Not just orks, but a whole stompa!

The Stompmost

Game Setup:

The idea was that it was going to be a more casual game where we would bring a bunch of models, play on on oversized board, and just kinda slam minis together with a bit of objective holding as a treat.

I was, of course, playing orks, and bringing 2000 points, plus the stompa. My partner was playing Alpha Legion, and bringing 1000 points. On the other side, we had one person bringing 2000 points of Crimson Fists (Hi Ryolnir!) and another person bringing 1000 points of Grey Knights (Hi, Zuul!) Thanks to Ryolnir for providing several of the pictures used in this batrep.

I brought Ghaz, a warboss on warbike, a weirdboy, five meganobz trukkboyz, a trukk (for carting around said trukkboyz), two mobs of boyz (11 and 14 models in each), a dakka jet, five warbikers, and one of each of the non-HQ buggies, plus an extra scrapjet. Except I’m an idiot and forgot one scrapjet and the dragsta, so I had to borrow a scrapjet from the game club’s cabinet, and a wartrike which stood in for the dragsta. I played as Evil Sunz, though several of the units (the bikeboss and the trukk) were Death Skulls and the dakkajet was painted up as Bad Moonz. I know, I’m terrible, but the rest of my army was wysiwyg.

My Narrative:

Warboss Scragkill Gudluk revved his warbike impatiently. Somewhere there was a scrap, and he was anxious to get to it. However, he’d been separated from his mob. And if that wasn’t bad enough, da Boss had shown up, along with a bunch of red-painted gits.

Ghazghkul Mag Uruk Thraka, prophet of da Waaagh, was giving orders. “Awright, we needs t’get into dis fight quick, so I want you an’ yer other evil sunz t’haul yer guts like they was on fire, you got it?”

“Er, beggin’ yer pardon, but I ain’t no Sunz. I’m Death Skulls!” Scragkill slapped the side of his blue bike proudly.

Ghazghkull responded by smacking him on the side of the head so hard he fell off of the bike and skidded several yards.

When Scrag managed to hobble up and lean unsteadily against the side of the bike, Ghaz asked “What was dat?”

“Er, da red ones go fasta?” Scrag said uncertainly.

“Dat’s what I likes t’hear. Now, we’ll send in da big lad first.” Ghaz craned his neck to look up at the stompa, with its grot rigger crew scrabbling atop getting it ready for waaagh. “I gots a good feelin’ about dis.” 

Da Waaagh approaches!

Our deployment zone was in one quarter of the table, minus a nine inch radius from the center. I pushed the stompa up as far as I could. Its only real hope was to get to the astraeus before it lost too many wounds. Most of the Alpha Legion units were in Deep Strike, ready to move in at a moment’s notice.

The Emperor Protects! As does this wall! [Credit: Ryolnir]

The knights player put his entire army into deep strike. The fists player, on the other hand was deployed a bit more defensively than my orks. If only I'd been so smart. He ended up going first, and he immediately popped the stompa. Its work done, the astraeus returned with full honors to its cabinet, where it would do me no further harm, since it was obviously going to be a really short game if it had stayed on the table.

However, this caused some follow-on effects for both of us. Because he'd hidden his stuff, he didn't have angle with a lot of his stuff turn one. On the other hand, I couldn't get anything into charge range that turn, and most of my shooting couldn't target his stuff either. I managed to take out an assault intercessor squad, but that was pretty much it. My partner's maulerfiend was stuck in the back of a bad traffic jam with my warbikers. This meant turn one was spent mostly untangling this while his units got into firing position. 

 He did have a good firing line on one of my units: The trukk I'd hidden to the side of the stompa, sadly only mostly out of line of sight. It was popped, and I lost one of my trukkboy meganobz on the disembark.

Da Real Treasure Was the Dakka We Found Along Da Way. [Credit: Ryolnir]

I was able to get a couple of buggies into line of sight with his melee infantry, however, and I was able to take out one unit of assault intercessors with my snazzwagon and boostablasta. Meanwhile, my two deffdreads were trundling forward to get their claws on something tasty. At the far side of the board you can see my meganobz trying to get into cover until they could make their way to a scrap.

Bullets! My only weakness!  [Credit: Ryolnir]

The grey knights teleported in, taking the fight to me at the midpoint on the board. Meanwhile, the crimson fists player moved his units forward out of hiding and began taking things down. The buggies folded quickly under some shooting from his speeder and aggressors.

On the other side of the board, the meganobz wilted under the knights' shooting and smites. Ghaz lost four wounds to the psychic onslaught.

Yo yo yo! It’s Grandmaster Dreadknight, and I’m here to rap about how the Emperor saves, novitiates!

However, now it was time for waaaagh! A bit of shooting took out a few of the vanvets, and then the deff dreads ran up and gave the last three a nice hug, turning them into crimson smears.

Where did da humies go, George?

Ghaz, the bikeboss, and the bikers all charged in at the dreadknights. The weirdboy cast fists of gork on the bikeboss, making him right killy.

Hit ‘im in da face! Den hit ‘im in da face harder!

It turns out that seven killa klaw attacks at S14, with extra attacks for each of the originals that doesn't do damage, is a lot. The grandmaster was a deadknight instead of a dreadknight. That robbed the bikers of any attacks, since he was their charge target. But fortunately, Ghaz got full attacks on the other dreadnight. ...Of which two went through, and were both saved against. Some days you get the waaagh, some days the waaagh gets you.

On their turn, the grey knights smote the crap out of the bikeboss and the warbikers, getting them mostly dead and finishing them off in the shooting and fight phases. Ghaz ended up hanging on with a single wound.

Last Ghazp

The Crimson Fist player wasn't idle during this time. He took out the dakkajet with some long distance shooting, then went ahead and removed the two deff dreads, one scrapjet, my squigbuggy, and several boyz. That left me with a grand total of one scrapjet, twenty-odd boyz in two squads, my weirdboy, and Ghaz holding on by a single wound when my third turn came up.

Orks don’t panic. The sweating and twitching is just anticipation of a good waaagh, is all. No one is fleeing, we’re just looking for a better scrap, is all.  [Credit: Ryolnir]

But that was when my allies, the alpha legion, showed up! So secretly, in fact, that no photographic evidence for their arrival can be found. Yeah, none of my pictures from that part of the game came out well. Ultimately, his obliterators and terminators managed to take out the crimson first redemptor. My weirdboy managed to kill the grey knights chaplain, but the surviving justicar of his strike squad was able to deal a fatal wound to Ghaz, finally toppling the Prophet of the Waaagh.

We basically called it there. The grey knights player had to go, so the crimson fist player did his last turn of shooting to see if we'd have even stood a chance. The surviving scrapjet took a surprisingly long time to die, given it started the round with only five wounds left. But when it died, it exploded, and thanks to the careen stratagem, it was able to leave its mark.

Enjoy your mortal wounds, suckers!

Ultimately, it's a little hard for me to analyze the battle too fully. The abortive superheavy duel skewed deployment pretty heavily. It probably saved me a bit of shooting in the first round, but it also meant that I wasn't able to any shooting off my first turn either. Going second definitely hurt me, since it meant the trukkboyz meganobz weren't able to get their full value (though they absorbed a lot of firepower before they died, which probably saved some other units). The maulerfiend never got past the traffic jam until turn three, and the other units he had were too far back to be able to shoot or get into melee. 

That left me pretty much high and dry turn two, looking down the barrel at 3000 points without any backup. By the time he popped in on our turn three, I was down to about 650 points, 300 of which belonged to one-wound Ghaz. Even if he’d popped off, it’s unlikely we would have been able to claw our way back out of that deficit. If we’d gone first, waiting until turn three wouldn’t have hurt quite as bad, but as it was, that was two full rounds where I was effectively 1000 points behind the enemy.

In the future, I’ll probably ask that my partners not go quite that crazy on deep strike shenanigans, or at least come in a bit sooner. 

All that being said, I had a ton of fun, and it was great finally getting my boyz on the table. I did learn a lot about pitfalls in setting up, how variable some of my units can be, and how to move things fast. I also learned some organization issues, and I'll know how to handle them better. In the future, rather than showing with a stack of double-sided buttscribe sheets, I'll have them singlesided in a binder, so I can flip through them quickly and know where things are.

On the ruined battlefield, the shattered armor of the once-mighty stompa were scattered and blasted. The remains of orks and traitor marines decorated the landscape. The adeptus astartes were the only ones who survived to recover their dead.

And yet, under the hot sun, some of the debris stirred. A massive ceramite plate was thrown aside, and the massive power weapon known as Gork’s Klaw emerged from the wreckage.

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29 I thought ypu were dead aelin and aedion

Thanks so much for the prompt!  I had fun with this.

Slight Canon divergence—Alternate Aelin and Aedion reunion.  Mostly because I can’t remember how the actual scene went…it’s been a while since I’ve read the books.  Oopes.

And it is deff longer than I intended it to be.  My bad…

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Reunion

The body slumped against the stone cobble of the tavern wall with as much grace as a sack of potatoes. There was nothing special about the body.  No significant rings or emblems.  Even his coat was second rate.  

As Aelin stared down at him, she almost regretted her actions.

Almost.

She wiped her knife clean on the edge of the man’s coat and left him there, his throat sliced open like a second mouth.  Aelin looked into his dead eyes, dull now that the dark blue hue appeared black.  Not even the oil lamps over head could illuminate anything in this alleyway.

Aelin stood and sheathed her knife.  She knew she should keep it out and ready.  The night had only just begun and she had deeply intricate plans of how she would spend the night.  She kicked the foot of the dead man and left the alley.

Tucking her cloak around her, Aelin slunk through the shadows.  While she couldn’t see him, she knew Rowan was lurking somewhere nearby. The ass felt it well within her right to take care of this part of her training without any help from him.

Not that he was helpful to begin with.

Aelin paused at the corner of the street.  There was something wrong with the night.

Standing just out of reach of a streetlamp’s dull glow, Aelin peered into the night.  She couldn’t sense Rowan nearby.  He was likely in his hawk form on a rooftop somewhere.  No, there was something else disturbing the peace of the night.  Something…familiar?

Aelin scowled.  She was supposed to be gathering intel on traitors to Maeve and Wendlyn.  She was supposed to be gutting men and women for their secrets.  Using their own lies against them.  She was supposed to be proving herself worthy for her own birthright.

“Where are you?” she whispered into the night.

The village she was stalking was relatively small.  There was only one main square for businesses before the main road peeled off to homes and farmland.  It truly wasn’t the most exciting place to be or find secrets hiding in the dark corners.

That did not mean, however, that there was nothing to be learned here.  Aelin only wished that she didn’t have to kill everyone she spoke with.

Not that the last man didn’t deserve it.  Not with his wandering hands, his vile tongue, and the fact that Aelin knew exactly how many mistresses he had.

Aelin shook her head. She needed to focus.  There was something in the darkness of this sleepy village that watched her.  And it wasn’t Rowan.

Never one to walk away from her problems, Aelin cast one more look over her shoulder and then stepped off the cobbled road of the village and into the forest beyond. Rowan could follow if he wanted, but Aelin was certain there was something far more menacing in this village than a grumpy old Fae warrior and herself.

Another cold breeze rushed through the trees.  The branches overhead groaned and rustled while the dead leaves on the forest floor skittered about.  Aelin pulled her cloak tighter around her, making sure the hood kept her face covered. Having the cold air assault her face was the last thing she wanted.

As she moved deeper into the trees, Aelin could have sworn she heard footsteps behind her.  If she had better control—more control—she would have been able to tell for sure who or what was there.  For now, she remained alert.  After all, hunting things in the night was one of her specialties.

The snap of a tree branch had Aelin spinning one direction when another force came up from behind.  She spun around again but found nothing but trees looming over her and shadows crawling across the forest floor.

Baring her teeth, Aelin hissed into the wind.

She didn’t have time to try and call out to Rowan when a massive shape barreled into her.

Yelping, Aelin and her attack fumbled in the dirt and debris of the forrest floor.  She managed to free her knife from its sheath only to have her attacker whip her around onto her belly, knife flying from her fingers.

Fae.

A damned Fae.

Growling, Aelin struggled in the strong hands of the Fae.  The hands holding her tightened and she was yanked up, send headfirst into a tree. Aelin barely managed to catch herself before breaking her nose.  Her cheek and hands certainly were scraped up by the rough bark of the tree.

“Who the hell are you?” she snarled.  

Aelin grabbed from the second dagger hidden in her boot.  Brandishing it, she stared into the empty void of the forest.  Her attacker disappeared.

“Little killer, little killer,” a low voice sang.  It wasn’t Rowan.  Aelin knew that much.  But there was something, something familiar about it.  “And I thought you’d put up a fight.”

“Show yourself bastard and I’ll give you a fight,” Aelin said.  She spun the dagger in her hand and strained to listen to the sounds of the forest.  Anything different, any steps, any change in the air.

The Fae moved for her. Aelin met him with her dagger slicing up for his belly.  He rolled from the attack and Aelin only managed to rip the edge of his cloak.  

His legs swiped for hers and they were on the ground again.  Aelin tried to swipe at him—to hit flesh, bone, anything.  It didn’t matter.  He blocked her every move before he got one large hand wrapped around her throat.

Gasping, Aelin dropped her dagger and reached up to grip his hand.

The male chuckled and drew leaned over Aelin.  His face was cast in the shadows of his cloak, but Aelin could still see a sharp smile on his mouth.  She scratched at his hands, his wrists.  This was not how she would die.

Where the hell was Rowan?

Overhead, moonlight broke through the cloud coverage of the night and filtered through the empty tree branches of the wood.  Finally, Aelin was able to see better than the blue and gray shadows of the night. If only she could breathe.

But the male leaning over her froze.  Something caught his attention because he swore and rolled off of her.  

Immediately Aelin gasped for air, her hands going to her throat to massage the tender skin.

“Hell,” she croaked.

Before she could recover properly, the male had a dagger out and aimed directly at Aelin.

“Who are you?” he demanded.

Aelin continued trying to breathe.  Answering him didn’t seemed to be very important.  In their scuffle her hood had fallen and now she had dirt and leave in her hair.  Shaking the mess out, she scowled at the Fae and his still covered face.

Now that they weren’t fighting to the death, she could tell his was a large male.  Tall, broad shouldered, well-built.  He wore fighting leathers and a loose tunic tucked into his breaches.  Wisps of blonde hair flew out from his hood.  

There was nothing overtly familiar about him.  Yet still, Aelin couldn’t shake the thought from her mind…she knew him.

“Don’t make me force an answer from you,” the male said.

Aelin stared up at him. The dagger in his hand gleamed in the moonlight. It was a beautiful weapon.  Well-crafted and balanced.  If she made it out of this alive, she’d have to figure out a way to steal it from him.

“Tell me your name and I’ll tell you mine,” she crooned.  

She half expected a chuckle, a curse, something other than the dead silence.

The Fae took a step closer until the blade of the dagger kissed Aelin’s neck.

“Who. Are. You.”  His voice took deadly edge, far sharper than the weapon at her throat.

Aelin cocked her head. The bite of the dagger on her skin wasn’t anything special, hardly noticeable.  Even when the small bead of blood slipped down her neck.

“Aelin Galathynius,” she said.  She was trying to discern what this male was on about.  The sooner she could figure that out, the sooner she could get out of this mess.

The words were no sooner off her tongue than the Fae had a hand at her throat again, the blade to her belly.  He pulled her to her feet.

“Liar,” he hissed.

The sudden motion had his cloak shifting and his hood fell from his face.  And Aelin found herself looking into his eyes.  Her eyes.  Ashryver.

Her mouth went dry and her muscles taut.  She’d heard rumors of the wolf.  Adarlan’s Whore.  She didn’t want to believe them.  Didn’t want to think of her cousin, her once best friend as such a monster…

“Aedion,” she whispered.

“Who are you?” he snarled.

Aelin gaped.  He was handsome, she’d always known he would be. A strong jaw, straight nose, golden blonde hair.  They could have been siblings.  They practically were.

Against her better judgement, Aelin reached a hand out to rest on the side of his face.

“Aedion,” she repeated. “By the mother, look at you.”

And he was stumbling back as through Aelin’s words, her touch, had burned him.  Breathing deeply, he ran a hand through his hair and stared.

“It’s not possible,” he said.  His gold and blue eyes were wide and wild in the moonlight.  “I didn’t want to believe that captain and what he said.  It’s not possible.”

Aelin couldn’t help the tears that burned behind her eyes.  The slipped down her cheeks as she looked at him.

“I thought you were dead,” Aedion whispered.

Dragging her hands over her wet cheeks Aelin shook her head. “I may as well have been.”

As he sheathed his dagger, Aedion kept shaking his head.  His eyes never left Aelin though.  It was as though he believed she would disappear the second he looked away.

“I never wanted to believe what happened,” he said.  “I wanted to…I tried to…”

Aelin stepped forward holding a hand out to her cousin. “I know,” she said, “I know what you did.”

And looking into his eyes, Aelin started to understand a little bit of why he did those things.  Because not only were their eyes the same color—they had the same regrets, the same horror painted in the iris’.  

“Aelin.”

Without any warning, Aedion rushed forward and pulled Aelin into a bone crushing hug.  For the first time in a very long while, she finally began to feel like she was returning home.

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STUBBORN ⟿ ERWIN X FEM!READER

Includes : some swearing. Word count : 1019.

A/N: I just randomly thought of this idea for no reason, but I feel like Erwin and Levi would go absolutely mad trying to taim a stubborn cadet & I could deff see a BEAUTIFUL smut written based off this....

People were more or less intimidated lof me. Yes, I admit it. I was known for my attitude. Why would I want people to shit all over me anyways?

It was because of my mother, she always snapped at me and I was actually disciplined as a child; more like borderline abuse. I have yet to talk to her since I left for training, she taught me to be the pettiest bitch I could ever be. She used to ignore me for hours- no - days, because I left my bed unmade.

Me and mother have now gone three years without speaking, cry me a river. I'm still brewing on my hatred of her. I'll never get over it. She quite literally made my life miserable. And still does because she’s haunting me.

She’s not dead or anything but I hear her crazy ass voice in my head everyday.

Not many people talk to me, I manifested almost all my anger into killing titans. I climbed the ranks so fast it was almost too suspicious.

I head out of my dorm, it was super early in the morning and we all had to meet up in the mess hall.

I was one of the last to arrive, quiet whispers were heard amongst the group of scouts. I become angry, wanting it to be quite. Why so early in the morning? Were they talking about me? Yes. They definitely were.

I sigh loudly and tell myself I'll ask someone later about what the reason as behind this meeting. It couldn’t be that important if the men who told us what to do couldn’t even be on time. I begin to strut out of the line; peers asking me where I’m going.

Right as I reach the stairwell, an extended arm stops me right in my tracks. My eyes bulge out of my head.

My eyes follow the arm and see Commander.

"O-h! Commander Erwin!" I laugh nervously. I instantly salute him and he crosses his arms, Levi right behind him with his usual bitchy stare; literally looking through me.

"You realize the hall is behind you right?"

Well I wasn’t planning on having an attitude but he had no reason to say it like that...

"Do you think I'm stupid? I'm purposely moving away from the mess hall?" I snort. Levi glances at his partner and then back at me.

"What was that, cadet y/n?" Erwin steps closer to me.

"Turn around and stand with your fellow cadets, we'll let you off with a warning, l/n."

"You don't control me!" I retort. Yes he did; but it’s not like I would receive a detention.

"The attitude and you can be fed to a titan if you do not. Follow. My. Orders." He demands, teeth gritted and his body tense, I stand there for a few seconds.

"Let's go. Or we'll lock you up." Levi begins to walk through the doorway and back towards the mess hall. Erwin grabs my shoulder and shoved me, keeping a tight grip on me. This wasn’t the first time I’ve been punished for not obeying their orders, but they couldn’t do much because of how talented I was, not to toot my own horn - they needed me.

It's not the first time I've run from Commander and the Captain, it's not the first time I've been kicked like a soccer ball either.

"We need to do something with this attitude of yours." Commander Erwin mumbles, I scoff, shoving my elbow to escape his grip, it doesn’t work. He pushes me back towards my peers, my legs stumbling.

Their eyes judge me and I swear under my breath and straighten my jacket out.

Call me manic, which I probably was. I glance left to right; blocking out the babble they were spewing.

I slowly make my way towards the back of the group, staying out of eyesight from the men in front. There was a door I could exit out of.

I slowly walk out the door and slip out without a sound. I begin to run away from the hall and down the adjoining hallway.

I hide in my dorm and do random things to take up the time.

*bang bang bang*

My throat closes and I stay in position absolutely silent.

"L/n if you don't open this door right now." And there we go, before I have a chance to respond-

"That's it- I'm coming in."

I quickly attempt to flee, obviously not being able to because I was cornered.

The door swings open. There stood Commander Erwin with handcuffs in his hands with Levi right behind him.

"Come here. Now."

“Woah now, we don’t need cuffs boys!” I joke, they don’t even smile. I try to evade arrest, shoving through Erwin and Levi. It doesn’t get me far, I struggle in their arms to get away from them. Flailing everywhere.

“It’s like you need medication! Calm the fuck down before we throw you over the wall!” Levi shouts. My hair is covering my face, my breathing rigid my eyes full of anger. I slowly calm down.

Levi places the cuffs on each of my wrists, the energy amongst the two men more relieved when they see I can’t escape.

“You’re worse than Eren.” Erwin let’s put a dry laugh, placing me on my feet and from behind, clearing my face of my hair and gripping the chain between the cuffs.

“I wish I was Eren, I could slaughter everyone and everything.” I spit sarcastically as they yank me out of my room, the others stare at me whilst we walk down the hallway.

“If you keep making threats like that I’ll keep you locked up for months.” Levi mumbles under his breath. He knew I didn’t like being locked up, he knew I wanted to fight.

“Now now, you know I’m a good girl, no need to lock me up for months!” I giggle.

“I think you need to see a doctor. You’re fucking crazy.” Erwin drags me down the cement stairs and walks into the cell with me, unlocking my handcuffs and leaving me alone, locking the cell behind him.

“I’ll let you know when you can leave. Don’t do anything stupid.” Levi huffs, quickly following Erwin up the stairs, leaving me in the cold cell.

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• ROHAN WASTI•

IG info/bio: @/niceguyroasti | 175k followers | Just here for a bit of fun 🤹🏽‍♂️! They don’t call me the brown handstand king for nuthin, mate 🎪🤸🏽‍♂️

(23) 25 (26) years old

From Wolverhampton, England

Before you ask...no he’s never met Liam Payne but Rohan’s sure he’s a great lad. (He was asked this question in one of his lives, he secretly thinks it was talia from one of her secret burner stan accounts lol) He’s got a nice tune with a boogie w da hoodie that he likes??

Anyways...he’s of Pakistani heritage

His mother used to work for a printing press company until she along with 15 other employees were laid off back in Sargodha

She was out of work for months becoming a stay at home mom (which his father initially wanted) 

While his father continued in ironwork

They uprooted their family to the uk two years later after Rohan’s father also got laid off

Rohan was about 7 years old when they moved to Wolverhampton

he picked up on the English language faster than his parents

Always a quick learner

He has two younger brothers

Who are really his cousins/friends of the family that his parents brought home from Pakistan after their parents passed in a tragic accident

he was eleven years old when he met them at the airport and was super excited to have sibs! & even encouraged his mom to let him buy them something they would like sort of like a ice breaker which they seemed to appreciate 😭

His parents wanted him to major in software engineering or any form of engineering really but that quickly became a “hell no” vs “hell yeah” after those courses started to rot his brain?

So what does he do? He decides he’s gonna major in psychology instead!

That seems more of his speed? Kinda? As long as he’s not dealing with that hardware shit then that’s cool with him tbh

Psych held more of his interest since he doesn’t have a issue with the whole science aspect tied into it but it’s deff lengthy and can be draining sometimes too

He doesn’t psychoanalyze everything like our girl marisol does

marisol will be like “hmm...you’re distributing narcissistic behavior based on your superego more than your ego ya know?”

but Rohan will either think it or think nothing of it and just continue to go with the flow lol. He’s that kinda guy

Why was he majoring in this in the first place? Just to say he had the degree in something maybe?

He’s 50/50 thinking he’ll just get the degree he’s halfway there but he really wants to be part of the circus

And now has circus themed tatts that he’s proud of thank u

Always had the obsession with all that comes with the circus, he had his paternal grandfather to thank for that

His grandfather used to juggle along with other forms of entertainment but mostly juggling on the street back in Pakistan to earn $ since there were a lack of jobs

The atmosphere there also was what got him into doing handstands cause why tf not

You can absolutely guess that the acrobats, trapeze acts, and tightrope entertainers are his favorites to watch

His parents just assumed it was a hobby of his and never took him serious even tho he openly said growing up that’s something he would like to do in life

He now understands the purpose of “freak shows” even tho he can honestly say those parts of the circus used to terrify him until he learned that not everyone is the same and there should be no shame in that

He will train on the side until he finishes his degree to make his parents happy but he knows he truly belongs in the circus and that’s where he will be someday whether his parents approve or not— after all this is his life

Lives on campus and is currently looking for a flat off campus to share with a roommate or two (he thought about asking jake & Tim but decided against it FOR NOW)

Mostly had temporary and odd jobs to get by each semester, has not had a steady job due to fully being a full-time student

He’s tried to be a full time student and full time employee (working as a package delivery man) just to burn himself out and never attempted to be a part time employee. It was not something he could handle sorry

His mother spoils him...he’s a bit of a mama’s boy

When it comes to relationships, it never seems to be what he thinks it is? One moment things are going great then the next he’s in the friend zone so he’s never quite sure where he stands with his significant others?

Which is why he thinks it’s safe to always start off in the friend zone or unintentionally puts those who have interest in him in the friend zone because that’s what’s comfortable to him

however if he’s really into you & you’re showing that you’re into him but it’s causal dating or whatever u want to call it? & you up and decide to pick the other over him catching him off guard he’s gonna be in his feelings about it 100% ex.) how he picked erikah over mc the 2nd time around and felt some type of way when erikah hopped on reeses dck

he wants communication even if it’s hard

and he wants someone to love unconditionally and for them to love him back

Definitely likes to sweep his loves off their feet

Especially when he’s kissing! The whole dipping you while you kiss, hand on the small of your back, or hands gripping your waist while he’s pressed up against you. Probably likes to bend you over things or have you pressed up against objects as well—Sign me tf up

I feel like he’s always warm and his hands are surprisingly soft with how many handstands he does in a damn day

He purchases hand moisturizing gloves

can always hold his own weight

enjoys core exercises

Will carry you on his back or his shoulders if you need to see better at festivals/concerts

He’s sexually fluid

It’s canon/hinted that something went on between him & jake when mc walked in that we missed by a few seconds or even a minute but I do think he’s attracted/was to jake and it’s canon that jake is bi bby

Plus he got excited when mc suggested that he’d date jake if jake doesn’t find someone in the villa so BOOM 🤗

Always active as a kid trying to do flips and shit likes he’s doing parkour much like Bobby ending up with bruises, scrapes, and surprisingly no broken bones? Well maybe scratch that last bit out...He did crack his head open a little bit once giving his mother a heart attack but his mother doesn’t dare speak of it — haram!

Loves his sleeveless shirts and silver thick chains

Keeps a five o’clock shadow + might grow a little stubble here and there, feels like it’s part of his signature look

Won’t grow a full beard due to the racism/prejudice he witnessed his father, grandfather, uncles, and cousins go thru!

Will spend coin on some aftershave, none of that cheap shit when it comes to that! Sorry he takes pride in his facial area

probably went thru a mild case of cystic acne when puberty hit & had some insecure moments when it comes to his appearance & still has moments where it’ll hit even tho he beat it thanks to some remedies but tries his best not to let it get to him

He knows how to manage his $ but can splurge every now and then but will never showcase what he has — that’s v corny to him to be overly flashy. He’s looking at y’all @/leggy @/jasper/@/miles

Doesn’t take high quality photos of himself, it’s always zoomed in or extra zoomed in photos—yup he’s got that type of feed

Regrets putting mc in the friend zone & wishes he put more effort in making things work with erikah

But slowly learned to be happy that she’s with Reese even if he wasn’t at first. He really thought there could have been something for him & erikah

he secretly thinks their “relationship” is superficial & based off of shallowness and lust. What else do they have? Nothing that he could have given her but what’s the point in being bitter over this?

Reese is a shit stirrer that thinks he can get anything he wants because of the way he looks & if he knows outside info that he can use again you, he WILL

& erikah? He doesn’t know where her head is at majority of the time. She likes to throw rocks then acts like she didn’t mean to do it but why do it in the first place if you didn’t mean to? + she seems to lose interest fast if they don’t fit her standards besides their physical appearance...yeah Rohan caught all of that

So did she even genuinely like him or want to besides what he brought to the table physically? Who knows

He just thinks people deserve their chance at happiness and he possibly could have had it if he wasn’t standing in his own way...and he absolutely won’t stand in anyone else’s way if they don’t see potential happiness with him

He’s cool with cherry but deep down he knew there wouldn’t be anything long term between him & her after some time. She’s a beautiful/hot girl but she wasn’t his type + he didn’t like how she portrayed herself in the villa even tho she claims there was more than what meets the eye when it comes to her

she proved that to him which she didn’t HAVE to!!! outside of the house and they actually remained friends unlike the now growing distance he has with erikah

I cannoned that him and Hannah give it a go. I think they’d be cute together? She told him from the moment they met at a festival that they were now dating after they ended up holding hands but he didn’t take her seriously since she was a little drunk?

She messaged him two days later asking him when they were going on their date and that was enough for him to give it a go

They only lasted for a couple of months since they outgrew each other slowly but surely. ‘Not all things are temporary,’ he had to remind himself

It was no bad blood thankfully and they continued to be friends with him wishing her well on her new relationship with Carl. He was genuinely happy for her as he always was for his friends

Cannot cook for shit but makes the best coffee with cinnamon & cardamom

once tried to make Aloo Chaat but with a twist! With the use of Potato Skins instead! for a family dinner party and his mum almost sent him home due to the insults his father spewed at rohan trying to fool them all that it was his wife who prepared such a thing

It is evident that his father only enjoys his wife’s cooking

he still makes it for himself when he’s starving despite what his father thinks

Is fluent in Urdu, English came second

Never ashamed of his culture although his father thinks he is...

His fav shows are misfits + the IT crowd and he is currently watching & enjoying truth seekers + mr. selfridge since Tim recommended it to him ofc

his fav American show is the challenge

when asked what his fav American movie is, he got dragged since ppl assumed it would be the greatest showman but he can’t take all the singing...musicals aren’t his thing sorry

But he’ll bust out a rap only if Tim & jake are around, he rarely does it alone

Even looked into producing music for fun but never took THAT seriously

closest with jake & Tim, doesn’t have much of a relationship with the other lads 🤷🏽‍♀️ but there’s no real beef with anyone he knows how to let shit go

But you’ll never catch him having a chat with Reese or following him back on ig. What they had to say to each other was already said and done so?

If erikah agrees to get engaged to Reese, he’s happy for her but cordial to him

if she doesn’t end up with Reese, he’ll be her shoulder to lean on if she needs it

his love language is physical touch with a splash of acts of service

Commonly sleeps curled up, his mum says he was like that in the womb as well—(same dude)

He’s probably a good 5’9 - 5’7 on bad days

Is he a Pisces? Idk

His signature cologne is probably Antaeus by Chanel which is described to have notes of: lemon, lime, coriander and sage w. A blend of thyme, basil and rose

Loves black pepper, specifically garlic, onion, black pepper, and sea salt all mixed together

has a vitiligo spot on the right side of his lower spine that is commonly covered with the waistband of whatever bottoms he has on

has a pogo stick

Wants to go skydiving next, has gone bungee jumping—which was such a adrenaline rush!!!

probably knows a few tips on how to survive in the wild or if the apocalypse hits...you can never be too sure

If he ever gets a pet he might get something like: Satanic Leaf tailed Gecko, Kinkajou, or a Pac-Man frog. He likes being different okay

he actually enjoyed season 3 despite the negative remarks made about it. It was “different” basically drama free which was a shocker knowing how production likes to take things take a shot every time ro explains his decisions/opinions as such lol

BUT he won’t go as far to say he liked it better than his season yet he did enjoy keeping up with it. He def has a crush on iona, aj, vieve, Camilo & tai

Yasmin actually joined one of his lives, which he doesn’t do too often but he couldn’t sleep one night and thought he’d give it a go. She’s quite nice & quiet but he ultimately felt calm around her + they bonded over bohemian lifestyle & his love for the circus + a little about their cultures

Long term goals? He doesn’t have a set timeline of when he wants everything to happen because pressure is not fun

but he wants to be in love and loved back, wants to be married, wants to have kids, wants to try out the circus for awhile and if that doesn’t work out he can always fall back on his psych degree—he just wants to be happy and share that with someone, that’s one of the biggest adventures he can possibly have

His anthem = Blxst, “No Love Lost”

[crimsonbluemoon]

OhmToonz: I’ll Be Home For Christmas

I’m not sure if I’m going to get all of these done today because I’m probably getting too into this. I know I’ll deff get one more done, but I also wanna get some work done on Chapter 13 for Libahunt so we’ll see what the rest of the night holds. 

So until then, here ya go!

Ohmtoonz: “There’s a storm and omg I’m losing signal are you okay?? hold on let me drive 489432 miles to get you the night before Christmas”

“You’re stuck?” Ryan let out a sigh at the repeat of his words, glancing out the window of the common room of his college dormitory. His feet were buried in his bunny slippers, which had been unpacked from his suitcase. Snow poured down in the darkness, adding to the silence of the empty room. Most of the people in the dormitory had already left for the holiday season, but Ryan had been asked to stay behind as a Resident Assistant. “How the fuck are you stuck on campus on Christmas Eve?!”

“The storm came in earlier than I expected it to, and I can’t get to the train.” The night before had been a cluster in the college, as news of a terrible snowstorm heading their way made people leave early. He’d let the other RAs Momo and Squirrel leave the day before, knowing that both had large families that would be distraught if the freshmen weren’t able to make it back for the holidays. Being a senior meant he had less anxiety over the winter break, having done it plenty of times before. But the winter storm waited for nobody, and the dark clouds had come in much earlier than predicted by the weatherman. By the time Ryan had helped the last student out of the dormitory and done his rounds, the snow was up to his calves, and still coming down. It was pointless to try and trek the mile to the train station, especially when he didn’t even know if they were still running.  

“So you’re going to be stuck there for Christmas?” His best friend’s voice over the phone sounded strained, and Ryan blinked before he snuggled closer to the couch and sighed.

“The school’s sidewalks aren’t going to be their first priority to plow because there’s almost nobody else here. I might be able to get out tomorrow, but I’ll probably just wait until the snow fully stops.”

“You can’t just not come home. We’re supposed to go out to breakfast tomorrow, it’s a tradition!” And Ryan knew it was, no matter how far away from home he currently was. A two-hour drive and that was without the crappy conditions. Yet Ryan had made the trek every time in order to see Luke, the one constant in his life. Friends from school were nice, and the boyfriends he’d tried to date were always a pleasant distraction (from feelings he didn’t wanna talk about), but Luke was the one person that he always knew would be there without question. It’d been like that since there were thirteen and muddy from wrestling by the pond near their street.

It’d been how Luke had stolen his heart. 

“I’m sorry, Toonzy.” He hoped that his softer tone would show how sad he really was over missing the tradition. Christmas was a busy time for Luke, having a lot of friends and family to check in with. Ryan didn’t have that problem, as he’d stopped talking to his own toxic parents three years ago. Christmas morning breakfast was the only time the two carved out just for each other, and his stomach ached at thinking he’d have to miss his favorite part of the season.

“Is this because of last time?” The question came out of nowhere, and Ryan wasn’t sure the context despite flipping it over in his head.

“Last time?”

“When I-” A pause in the conversation was odd for Luke, and Ryan realized it was a technical glitch when fragments of his sentence came in. “--I won’t--just hold--soon.”

“Luke?” But nothing but static hit his ears, making Ryan sigh and end the call. He’d been hoping to convince Toonz to live stream a movie with him so he wouldn’t feel so alone, but it didn’t look like Luke was in a good place with service. Instead, Ryan shuffled his stuff back up to his room, ignoring the quiet that rung in his ears when burrowing under his covers and opening his Netflix to the Marvel movie selections. The bed felt cold despite the comforter, and Ryan wondered if it was more mental than temperature as he tried to focus on the movie playing on his screen. Picking the longest one he could find, Ryan pressed closer to his blankets and hoped that the empty feeling in his stomach would go away soon.

The end of the movie came fast, Ryan letting the attractive men and amazing fighting distract him. By the time Steve Rogers said his final line of failure, Ryan was half asleep, phone lazily clutched in his hand and nearly dropping off the bed. He was sure that sleep would claim him until a sudden vibration in his hand shook his away, Ryan yelping as his motion sent him and his computer crashing into the floor. Panic set in when he checked on his laptop, relieved to see the credits still rolling without a hint of damage. Focusing back on the thing that woke up, Ryan glanced back to the phone, mood lifting when seeing Luke’s name crossing his screen.

“Toonzy, you found service?” He asked, trying to hide his yawn when glancing to his clock. It was close to midnight, and Ryan guessed that Luke had managed to get back home from wherever he had been before. Maybe a party, from how long he was missing? He knew that Luke was spending his Christmas holiday with others. Their neighborhood always had a Christmas Eve party, and Toonz was probably warmed with spiced cider and happy memories of the holiday. The thought burned Ryan more than he wanted to admit. It wasn’t his friend’s fault that he was stranded. He had no right to be jealous, and yet here he was with clenched fists and a wounded heart.  

“I got service about an hour ago, but I didn’t wanna call while I was driving through this shit. Seriously, did mother nature decide all the fucking snow had to come in one night?” That made Ryan laugh, knowing how much Luke hated driving in the snow. It helped ease some of his bitterness away, leaning his back against his bed.

“Now you see why I couldn’t get home.”

“The fuck you can’t.” The statement threw Ryan off, and a weird noise bubbled from his throat loud enough for Luke to chuckle and continue. “Look outside, Ohm.”

“...No way.” Ryan’s feet were moving before he could get the words out, nearly tripping over themselves when they pushed up to the dorm window. His breath fogged up the glass for a moment, but he wiped it away with his sleeve in order to see what Luke was talking about. There, barely visible in the snow, was his best friend. Bundled up in ridiculous amounts of clothing and knitted accessories, yes, but still there.

“Luke, wh-what are you doing? Are you crazy?!” Ryan gasped out, already rushing to grab his shoes. Thankful he wore socks to bed, he jammed his feet into the boots before rushing out of the room, barely catching his friend’s response as he darted down the stairs.

“I wasn’t going to leave you here all alone on Christmas. Seeing you Christmas morning is my favorite part of the whole fucking holiday. Nothing’s cuter than that half-asleep face covered in maple syrup and eggs.” Ryan’s cheeks burned from emotion and exertion as he made it down the final few stairs, sprinting through the common room to get to the locked door at the front of the dormitory. Yanking it open, Ryan froze at Luke’s face peeking out from the scarf, which Toonz yanked out of the way before giving a hesitant smile. “About time you got out here, I was freezing my balls off.”

“It’s just breakfast,” Ryan blurted out, hands already reaching for Luke’s jacket despite not knowing if he wanted to push him back to his car to pull him closer for warmth. “You’ve got...so many family members and friends-”

“Christmas isn’t Christmas without the guy you’re in love with.” Their eyes met after Luke’s declaration, Ohm unable to close his mouth from shock. The roll of Luke’s eyes and huff of white air proved he thought the expression was unnecessary, hands grabbing Ryan’s wrists. “Yeah I know, don’t talk about it-”

“Wa-Wait, what? Don’t...what?” Ryan asked, not sure if he was dreaming. Did Luke just casually toss out that he was in love with Ryan? Sure that this wasn’t real, Ryan watched Luke hide a wince, shoulders slumping in a way that felt nothing like the confident, beautiful man he was used to.

“Last year, after breakfast? The card I gave you with your hoodie?” The words were spoken like Ryan should have had a clue, and he sort of did. Like tradition demanded, the two exchanged presents after breakfast was over, but neither were allowed to open the gift until after they got home. Ryan remembered the gift, his favorite hoodie which was now worn out from how often he wore it, but he had no idea what card his friend was speaking about. Luke didn’t look interested in reading the confusion on his face when he continued. “I got the message pretty clear when you didn’t say a word about it when we saw each other on New Years Eve.”

“Luke, what card?” Ryan forced out, getting to see his friend show confusion for the first time in the conversation.

“The one I put in the box, under the tissue paper.”     

“Luke, I was so happy about the personalized hoodie, I didn’t look in the box for more stuff. I’m pretty sure I just threw everything else away right after so I could wear the hoodie for the rest of the day.” Ryan spoke honestly, his heart racing when seeing Luke’s eyes widen after his response.

“You didn’t see the card.”

“So you drove all this way...”

“It was thrown away.”

“You thought I was avoiding you?” 

“You didn’t even know I-

“Luke, do you love me?” Ryan asked, hands releasing the lapels of his friend’s jacket to cup his cold face. The snow was covering them now, soaking through Ryan’s flimsy shirt and soaking his hair. But none of it mattered when he stared up at Luke, who couldn’t seem to maintain eye contact until Ryan spoke again. “Please, tell me you love me.”

“Of course I love you. Everyone knows it.” Except Ryan, who couldn’t stop his emotions from bubbling through his chest. Eyes blinked back tears of disbelief and joy, Ryan sure his sob of happiness seemed painful when Luke’s face crumbled. “Ohm, don’t cry. It’s fine, I’m not asking for shit I know I can’t have-”

“I love you so much.” 

“...What?” 

“I love you, Luke. I love you!” Ryan’s words felt like a dam releasing, laughing despite the tears falling down his face. Unable to resist the temptation he’d fought back for years, Ryan pushed up to his tiptoes, kissing Luke to prove his words weren’t a mirage. It was a slow burn of a connection, mouths quiet yet needy as they pressed closer together. Hands that hadn’t reached for Ryan now clambered to his waist, pulling him hard into the toned body of Luke. His own thumbs smoothed over Cartoonz’s face, as if committing him to memory while drowning in their kiss. They pulled away slowly, though Luke didn’t go far, brushing his nose against Ryan’s gently before pressing their foreheads together.

“Shit, that felt right.” Luke’s words of awe had Ryan giggling, content to relax in the arms that were circling his body and warming him up.

“Worth the drive?” Ryan asked, feeling the grin against his lips when Luke leaned forward to whisper into the new kiss.

“To bring you home to me? Every fucking time.”

Okay so this was a little bit of fluff and angst but TOTALLY still sweet so don’t yell at me! So as always, like, reblog, and let me know what you think <3

[xo-dailypier-blog]

this is not a recap;

     hey cumguzzlers,

It has come to my attention that Lady X took it upon herself to rate the nether regions of the men of Santa Monica. Unfortunately her assessment was BIASED and hardly based on facts. So as a JOURNALIST, I have taken it upon myself to get to the TRUTH. Today will be a Top 9 list of the men in this town, and their BEDROOM PERFORMANCES.

I’m not revealing actual sizes, because I firmly believe that it’s all about the motion of the ocean. And if you think I’m giving a run down on every SCRUB in this town, you’re out of your mind! I WISH I could have made this a Top 10 but most of the guys on Lady X’s assessment, have already been exposed in the fuck hut tapes during Summer Crush, and honestly? Don’t even make the cut for the top 5. Like, we KNOW the #DemonDick is low-key worth the hype (BUT YOU SHOULD STAY AWAY FROM IT BECAUSE HELLO? IT RUINED TWO RELATIONSHIPS IN LIKE THE SPAN OF A DAY! AND IM SURE THE BUCK DOESNT STOP THERE!), and we GET IT, Adam has a massive ROD, and I’m sure (Power Top) Asher, his brother, isn’t that far off. Vic IS well endowed AND can make things EROTIC. And we all know about Jack, who is also well endowed but has, like, erectile dysfunction or whatever. Oh, and don’t forget Daddy Sorrentino is obvs a beast in the sheets, but I’ve been telling you guys that since, like, ever. And I’m honestly on a Jamie/Cunty Sabbatical atm, they’re going through a difficult time after Cunty cheated, so who really needs their dick-info broadcasted on top of all that, ya know? (Cunty deff comes in at an alleged 9 inches, which is bigger than Jamie, BUT he (Cunty) never uses his junk on Jamie because, like Asher, Jamie is a Power Top. (but you didn’t hear this from me). Look, if any guy is left off the list that you have interest in, like, just ask Phobe. I’m sure she’ll know.

But before we get started, Congratulations are in order! You guys voted on Hottie of the Moment, and we have a winner!

It’s none other than Miss Fraudi Zirconium herself (@heidistarks​) The queen of bargains has stormed onto the scene in her Wild Fable Couture and has CAPTIVATED the hearts of all Santa Monicans. In honor of her win, I am giving everyone a $25 gift card to Claire’s! If you go to their website and use offer code SharkThot, you too, can get the Heidi Look. When asked about her recent accomplishment she had this to say:

"It's about fucking time." - Fraudi Zirconium Stark, 2019

Congratulations, again Fraudi! You go girl, work that Forever 21 tracksuit, bitch!

NINE - ALEC CLARKE @alecxclarke​

One of the wangs in question that Lady X TOUCHED ON was Alec Clarke. She mentioned that Alec was more than likely LACKING in the his SOUTHERN MEAT DEPARTMENT. So obvs i had a BONE to pick with this assessment because Alec’s fan base is GETTING UP there with Jamie Carter’s so we have to know what he got in them jeans. Sadly ... while his junk is fine. His way around the bedroom is is abysmal, I honestly thought it was a PHALL-ACY but one girl who is one of his past flings, wrote to me after seeing Lady X’s post. She has asked to remain anonymous...

Hey DP (and Lady X),

I saw your post about Alec and you’re wrong about his size. He’s actually pretty girthy and lengthy or whatever. But he is honestly one of my worst encounters. We met on a dating app, that shall remain nameless. So fast forward to sexy time, and once we started making out it was a tragedy! No tongue, no passion. It was like kissing a mcfucking corpse! His lips were like, so dry, but, whatever, that’s not the problem. Once I started giving him a blow jay he just randomly burst into tears, and said he couldn’t do it anymore, and asked if I wanted to play fucking Yahtzee. I left and bought Listerine. I think you should look into if he is like this with all the girls, instead of his size. Bc that’s the real tea. Anyways, Love the Blog! Kisses!

Its always such a disappointment when this happens. OBVIOUSLY our HoneyBun Alec has some issues to work on. I know he has a Crazy life but I didn’t think things were this HARD for him.

Overall Rating: N/A

Favorite Position: Again, N/A. I could hardly find girls who’ve had sex with him ................. INCHresting. (Ok, that was the last one).

Downside: I mean, Hello? He breaks out in tears mid-coitus! He IS the downside!

Alec! Write into us with your side of the story! I prom (half a promise) that I won’t believe the rumors. Love ya, Honey Bun!

EIGHT - SKYLER DAVIS @skylerxdavis​

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Favorite Position: zzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZz

Downside: zzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZz zzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZz zzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZz zzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZz zzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZzzzZzZzZzZzZzZzzzzZzzzzZz

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SEVEN - NOAH SINCLAIR @nhsinclair​

So next on the list is Noah Sinclair. This one will be brief, because it really threw me for a loop. So I’m sorry to report, that Noah has a Chode. I know. I’m actually crying while typing this but this is only the word on the street, so take it with a grain of salt.

“Darla” (fake name) wrote in to my blog to refute Lady X’s claims. She writes:

I’ve had half way sex with Noah one time and when he dropped his pants I literally laughed. Not to body shame or whatever, but I, like, couldn’t have sex with him because the condom didn’t fit. Sorry, didn’t have a Trojan Jr readily available? He’s good with his hands though.

So Noah has made the list in a sad and unfortunate entry. So ladies if you want Noah to DIP his NUGGET in YOUR sauce, you better make your move!

Maybe this is why he got that divorce. Ugh, poor Natasha. Let’s hope this is all a rumor, I would hate for it to be true.

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (The hand thing is kind of important).

Favorite Position: Noah’s Nugget Number (No clue what this means, ask Diana or Natasha).

Downside: There is no downside if you, like myself, are privy to a good Nugget or two. #RanchPlease

MOVING ON!

SIX - LOGAN LANCASTER @loganlancaster​

Our next entry is none other than Long Dick Logan Lancaster. According to Lady X, Logan is average. Well I’m here to let you know that, thankfully, LDL lives up to his name (no nuggets here!). But you guys would have to get with him to truly find out how #blessed he is.

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Favorite Position: Alligator Fuckhouse, according to sources. (DON’T Google it, live in ignorance).

Downside: The only reason, ya boi has gotten 4 stars instead of 5 is because of the rumors surrounding his hygiene. As we know, there’s been a debate on the internet about washing your legs. And Logan, an able bodied man, doesn’t do that. Nor does he take showers the way that he should. Many girls who’ve been with him have complained of smelling the stinch of onions and mildew while ENGAGING with him. Others have complained of a SALTY taste while going down on him. Most of the girls he’s BANGED have all been in the junkyard of his Auto Shop or whatever so maybe it’s a fetish for them? That’s no excuse for bringing that nasty ass behavior to every other girl in Santa Monica.

Thankfully a bunch of you have been sending body wash to his shop, so maybe we can LanCAST the mustiness away (If this is true).

Logan, please write in, I need to know the truth. But other than that, the dick is BOMB! But make sure you don’t over-do it on B.J. part though, sodium intake is v important and you wouldn’t want to get hypertension suckling on his salty ass COCK.

FIVE - EMRE YOGIOH @emre--yavuz

Ok, so next on the list is Emre Yugoslavia (or whatever his name is). Ok so ... buckle in ladies.

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Favorite Position: The Lion King (I’m serious, don’t Google these things).

Downside: Ok, so Emre is supposedly into bondage. Which totally makes sense since he’s like, repressed from childhood. The whole missing sister thing really took a toll on his psych, since he’s parents totes forgot about him. Now he YEARNS for control. So the word is that he’s basically Christian Grey but not a literal abuser. He’s into bondage, slapping, SPITTING, choking, flogging, and whips and chains EXCITE HIM. An S&M Daddy! Now the only reason this is in the Downside section is because it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. Some girls find it disturbing, and others are totes into it. I’m the latter! Sign me the FUCK up! Choke me with those strong REPRESSED hands.

I noticed he and Olivia have been friendly recently, let’s hope she knows that she’ll be walking side to side after a night with him (no, but like, because of the flogging, not the dick). Once he’s done with those spread sheets at his hoity-toity big boy job, spread sheets take on a whole new meaning once the dawn comes. You go Emre Yahooligan! #callme

FOUR - DEVIN FLORES @devinxflores

First of all, I just want to give a big thanks to all of you for letting me call him Devin TORRES for the past few MONTHS like a complete MORON! I really appreciate you guys letting me disgrace the future KING of Santa Monica in such a terrible way! No really, you guys are the best. I love my fans <3.

Anyways, it’s well known that Devin and his Alaskan Bull Worm have burrowed through the city. Both the men and women alike have survived the DF experience, with ZERO complaints .... well, except for one ...

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Favorite Position: The Charizard (ONCE again, don’t Google. Just know that it involves fire ... And we aint talking about lighting no candles (which he allegedly seems to enjoy, how romantic!)).

Downside: As we have witnessed, Devin is a complete and total klutz! He is always getting himself into a bullshit that is literally all his fault. Didn’t he glue something to his head a few weeks ago -- actually, you know what? That’s not important. What I was getting at is, the main complaint about DaddyDevinFLORES is that during SACX the klutz JUMPS OUT. He has been rumored to have smacked his head on the headboard whilst switching positions (causing him to go UNCONSCIOUS for SEVERAL HOURS, which completely RUINS the mood). One of his Encounters even claimed that during a Romantic Toast of Wine, he clinked the glass so hard it broke and and SHARDS of GLASS went into his hands, causing him to bleed INSTANTLY. What the fuck, Devin?

How could someone who can handle balls so well out on the soccer court, not be able to handle them in the bedroom without accidentally falling out of a window in the process?

Ladies and Gents, much like Emre, Devin will have you walking Side to Side, but if it happens you might be suffering from brain damage after falling in the shower whilst trying to have sex with him. Please seek professional help immediately.

THREE - BERNBERN<3 @carverberncrd

Coming in at Number 3 is none other than Heidi’s personal play thing! We’ve seen his bulge through his Under Armour spanks, so Of Course I had to do a little research to find out the Lipton on HIS heat-seeker. I’ve reached out to his past flings and came to a general consensus.

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The women I interviewed all confirmed he is an excellent LAY, so once again, I was right. BernBern<3 outsold your favs.

Favorite Position: Doggystyle (obvi)

Downside: He’s a Taurus so while he will indeed fuck you into a state of paralysis, it’s only to reach his Hedonistic Quota for the evening. He probs won’t even remember your name once he’s done, let alone learn it in the first place. So don’t get attached<3.

His star sign also explains his relationship with Fraudi. Not only are they both so annoyingly stubborn, but Two tops can rarely make it in a relationship. Just ask Ash — never mind. (Omg, btw Idk WHY everyone keeps asking. YES, the rumors are true! BernBern<3 gets pegged, but only by Heidi, it’s actually a testament to his masculinity and how he’s reached the apex of it at this point. But this is all old tea. So I guess Julian isn’t the only #DemonDick in the Stark Fam, Surprise?). Anyways, I ship them, but they get on my fucking nerves! They can’t even admit their undying love for each other, which is so obvious. But this isn’t about #Berni (working ship name), BernBern<3 has a massive COCK (and heart) and it has landed itself on the Top of the list.

TWO - SINRIQUE @itsenriqueaguilar

This one came as a surprise to me because I have no idea who this is. But yalls asses do! So here we have Enrique Aguilar, coming in at number 2 because of the OUTPOUR of receipts on the TALLY WACK ATTACK that he PACKS.

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Favorite Position: You know, there wasn’t a general consensus, he’s a man FULL of surprises.

Downside: No, you don’t understand, there is literally no downside. Look, here is a letter from one of the women he’s slept with. For reasons, you will understand REAL soon, this person has been kept anonymous.

Dear DP,

It’s been approximately 1 year, two months, 9 days, 5 hours, and 46 seconds since I Locked Eyes with Enrique from across a crowded room. That night would go to be on of the most invigorating, tantalizing, and romantic experiences of my life. But when I woke up the following morning HE was gone. I long for the day I see him again. My heart Aches at the thought of him with another women. Giving her the same love that HE gave to ME. I need you to understand that I was a grade A student at my university (4.0). I had an paid internship at an elite institution that OWULD HAVE LED ME INTO A PROMISING CAREER! BUT AFTER THAT NIGHT I BECAME RAVENOUS. I NEEDED MORE. AND IT CONSUMED ME! EVENTUALLY I LOST MY INTERN BECAUSE I STOPPED SHOWING UP! I FLUNKED OUT OF SCHOOL BECAUSE I DIDN’T CARE ANYMORE. I SEARCHED YOU ON ALL SOCIAL MEDIA BUT I COULDN’T FIND YOU! ENRIQUE I NEED YOU BACK IN MY LIFE! JUST FOR ONE MORE NIGHT! PEASE I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE! CALL ME AT [redacted]

Obviously Ivy, sent this in ... kidding (But honestly though? They did used to date, which ... yikes ... Good to know Daddy Rique has no standards, maybe we all have a chance. #shade #clapback #scalpt)

Anyways, I’ll have to keep an eye on this one, he seems to have a good head on his shoulders ... AND good head on his shoulders OKURRRRRR!!!

ONE - SEBASTIAN DELGADO @bashdelgado

That nerd that sat in the back of the classroom brainstorm his next nerdy ass invention with high-watered khakis, and orthopedic shoes in like, the ninth grade (because he was focused on Arch Support???????). That’s him, Sebastian Delgado. And Baby Daddy Bash has DITCHED the NERD LOOK and is now ready to SNATCH YOUR CAT BACK.

I’m sure everyone is just surprised as I am. But hey, they don’t call him “Bash” for nothing (except for the fact that it’s a shortened version of his name). He’s totes Bashing Puss with his MONSTROUS MEAT TRUNCHEON (and Buss?? Sebastian contact me about your sexuality).  

Overall Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Favorite Position: Missionary, he’s a man of passion and likes to stare DEEP into your eyes. #swoon #romantic #westan

Downside: Well if you HATE Love and AFFECTION, this one is not the one for you. Not only does he have a GINORMOUS, UN-NUGGETED MEAT SEPTOR/LAP ROCKET/VAGINA MINER, which, by the way, last a LONG time, He is EXCELLENT BOYFRIEND Material! He’s caring, patient, kind, resourceful, loyal, and he is well on his way to becoming a multi-millionaire -- which is NOT the reason he is number one! Money is not the goal here ladies (and guys? Seriously Sebastian, I need to know what’s up).  

Sebastian is the complete package and he has ALL of the other guys in this town QUAKING!

So Stan A True Man. Stan .... Sebastian.

And that, my friends, ends the TRUE tea on the wangs in this town. This was fun while it lasted, but I have some COCKtails that need my attention (ok, maybe THAT was the last one).

xo, DP

[mtvsims]

Season 1: Ep. 4: Trouble in Paradise

To access the previous episode, click here.

Back at the house...

Aarav: Well, that could have gone better for me.

Chloe: Same. Neither of us really got a huge target out.

Aarav: At least the person you sent in went home.

Aarav: Spencer not going home sucks, but it makes sense, since Frank was a weak ass. I’m not afraid of him, though. If he wants me gone after this, he can go ahead and try to take me out.

Brad: I’m so happy you’re still here.

Spencer: Was not expecting to go in for the FIRST elimination...

Spencer: One of us needs to win the next challenge.

Brad: Agreed. You’re my ride or die, hundred percent.

Spencer: Hundred and ten percent.

Spencer: Sad to see me?

Chloe: I’m not apologizing for nominating you, if that’s what you’re looking for. Go get mad at Aarav. He actually threw you in.

Rei: I gotta, uh... go wash my hair.

Spencer: It was such a stupid move for both of you. Especially you, though.

Rei: Chloe and Spencer are coming to some major blows, and it’s totally because she nominated him for elimination. They haven’t been getting along throughout the season, but now, it’s hitting the boiling point.

Chloe: WTF? How was it stupid? You’re just mad because I’m not obsessing over you like some of these other girls.

Spencer: I wasn’t even going after you.

Chloe: Whatever.

Spencer: I gave you the chance to justify yourself, but you’re not doing a great job at that.

Chloe: Go after me then. I don’t care.

Riki: Why don’t you have a drink in your hand, Geoff?

Geoff: It’s only 9am. I at least wait until 10!

Erica: You boys are NOT prepared for today...

Geoff: How are you feeling about Peggy going, man?

Riki: Sucks. But I’ll just find someone else to hook up with. *looks at Erica*

Geoff: Damn. You mean-

Erica: Don’t bother, Riki. I’m not even into guys.

Erica: I feel like Geoff and Riki are dumb and dumber. But I’ll get friendly and hang out with them, because at least they aren’t drama-magnets like some of these other people.

Spencer: Guys, let’s have a meeting. Why did I go in last round and not Peter?

Charles: That was the plan. I don’t know.

Riki: Aarav wants to get into Peter’s pants, that’s why. You were collateral damage.

Rei (to Erica): I love how you and I were safe.

Erica (to Rei): We have the best social games out of anyone else.

Aarav: I don’t get why everyone is talking about us being a couple all of the sudden. Are you telling people that?

Peter: Cool down.

Aarav: I don’t want to get targeted for being in a relationship with you.

Peter: Because I’m the biggest target right now? Yeah. I get it...

Aarav: That’s not what I meant...

Peter: Apparently I’m bad for Aarav’s game, because everyone wants me out? I literally did nothing but the guys don’t like me because I talk about more than Gym, Tan, Laundry every day. Sorry I’m not a Jersey Shore reject...

Aarav: I don’t want either of us to get targeted. Maybe I’m being an asshole right now, sorry.

Peter: Just relax. 

Aarav: I’m trying.

Alexandria: I’m really the only one training right now? These people are here just to get Instagram followers...

Erica: Looks like Aarav and Peter are making up...

Bree: Lovely! I’m so happy to still be here, guys.

Riki: Congrats on beating Peggy. *slow claps* What an accomplishment.

Bree: No need to be an asshole about it, Riki. I’m PROUD of myself.

Bree: It was huge for me to win the first elimination. No matter what people say, I think I proved myself. And I have the confidence now to go all the way!

Aarav: As much as I like you, I think we need to cool it down.

Peter: What?

Aarav: I don’t want to hurt you. You’re going to end up getting hurt and we’ll both get eliminated because people will see us as a duo.

Peter: Right.. okay.

Peter: Go make love to your treadmill and leave me alone, then.

Peter: Aarav, make up your f*cking mind. You keep giving me mixed signals and treating me like trash for no reason. I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m so sick of this house. I feel like no one will give me a chance...

Charles: Score!

Kali: You guys, we deff need to be in an alliance.

Geoff: I’m all for that, Kal. You and Chloe are my favorite girls in here.

Riki: Really?

Charles: I agree with Geoff. You both liven the place up.

Kali: Thanks, Charles. I’m glad I can be the life of the party!

*later*

Charles: You feel really tense.

Kali: It’s the stress of this game. I overthink everything. Especially when those She-Hulk bitches like Erica and Alexandria are in this game.

Erica: I-

Erica: Who does this Kali bitch think she is? I always hear her talking shit about someone. Now, it’s me. Kali, I’m sorry your parents didn’t love you enough and you grew up to be such a toxic creature. Keep my name out of your mouth.

Kali: I think I’m officially de-stressed.

Charles: I could do this more often.

Riki: Making the moves on Charles?

Kali: Wouldn’t you like to know...

Riki: Just try to keep your talons away from his game. We don’t need someone like you weighing us down.

Kali: I take it that alliance talk was just fake then? You don’t really want to work with me?

Riki: I’d rather work with a hunk of dirt. It’s probably more useful than you.

Riki: Kali is so untrustworthy. Yes, I stir the pot, too, but she’s on a whole other level. If it were up to me, she’d be getting the boot next.

Casey: Damn, Spencer. That looks so good. What are you mak-

Rei: Put on some clothes. I’m distracted.

Spencer: Sorry. You don’t like what you see?

Rei: No, I like it too much. You’re taking my head out of the game!

Casey: Uh...

Spencer: I’m liking what I’m looking at, too. Want some of my salad?

Casey: What the Hell, Rei? You’re with me. Remember? Why does Spencer just flirt with everything he sees? And why is Rei acting like I don’t exist when I’m right across the room from her?

Rei: Yeah, I’m flirting out in the open with Spencer. Casey’s cute, but he’s young and also way too serious. If I was looking for my future husband, I would’ve made an eHarmony video, not gone on The Challenge.

Casey: Hey man.

Brad: What’s up?

Casey: I feel like Spencer is playing everybody. Ever since he won that last elimination, he’s acting like he owns this place.

Brad: Don’t worry about him, Casey. He’ll probably get thrown in again soon. He’s making lots of waves.

Brad: Spencer is my boy, and my final 2. But it’s great that he’s pissing so many people off. As long as I can stay the Good Cop to his Bad Cop, I’ll be sitting pretty. Now, let’s get started on this challenge!

Next time, on The Challenge...

Our next daily Challenge. Who will win?! And who will get nominated to go into elimination? Sides are forming, and it’s anyone’s game.

[whydontyoujustactyourage]

5,6,7,11,14,18,20,22,28,29,33,44,55,66,77,88

5-What is your relationship status?Not in a relationship.. but not single, kinda the inbetween, dating? I guess.

6-Describe your personality in 3 words or less.Sassy, Stubborn and Sarcastic. The 3 S’s my parents will warn anyone about 😂

7-What color hair do you have?Naturally I’m like a chocolate brown, at the moment I’m some sort of deep magenta.

11-Favourite social media account?Going to have to say tumblr seen as I am not using Facebook lately.

14-If you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?Right where I am. I love my lil Isolated city. Love being an hour away from rural country, I wouldn’t mind travelling to other places but deffs don’t want to move away from Perth.

18-Favourite tv show?Supernatural

20-How tall are you?Last time I got checked I was 5ft8 I’m probably 5ft10 now

22-Do you go to the gym? Hell fucking no.

28-How many friends do you have? Enough to keep me sane.

29-Whats the worst thing you have ever done? To myself? Got back with my ex which fucked me over something chronic. To someone else? Told the one person who cared more about me than I did myself that I didn’t want to be with him.. (sorted everything out though, we good)

33-Favourite actor?Johnny Depp

44-What is your biggest fear? Clowns and Spiders… mostly clowns (I even know what episodes to skip when it comes to supernatural)

55-What is your dream job? Don’t think I really have a dream job.

66-Have you ever won a spelling bee?We never had spelling bees. But we did have times tables tests to see who could say them the fastest… I kinda won 😂

77-Do you miss anyone right now? Immensely

88-Do you like it when people play with your hair?Oh my god yes.

[cloveroctobers]

SEBASTIAN “SEB” KATSAROS —

IG bio/info: @/s3bgl00m | 17.4k followers | i hate it here. i hate my username name too. Listen to my podcast wth my mate here...open.Spotify.com/podcast/?!.doomngloom

28 years of age

Born & raised in Liverpool, England...don’t ask if he’s met the Beatles he will completely ignore you if you do

Music shop owner in the heart of town

It’s called, “Kicking Kettles”

loves collecting vinyls, cassette tapes, & cds sorry, what did you expect?

His mother is a children’s illustrator

She’s Ashkenazi Jewish

His father is a graphic designer

And is from Nafplio, Greece

They’ve been separated for about a year now, with seb’s father living in France

His mother was skeptical on dating around while she was in a place of uncertainty in her marriage but with a deep discussion with her husband, then her children, she slowly went forward just to see what was out there & found that she wasn’t sure if she’d be open permanently with other beings

Seb was similar to his mother in many ways...

Has a older sister by 2 years named, Xenia...she’s very bossy, a busy-body, & is very vocal. The opposite of seb

she used to beat up guys just for them to turn around and ask her out on dates, a few of them tried to bully seb but Xenia was not having that ofc

very close to his family, even if things are a little off between mum & dad

I feel like he went through a buzzed hair phase & when he finally made the choice to start growing out his hair, going on 4-5 years now, everyone seemed to approve

Even if they didn’t? It be no matter, sure he’d feel a little awkward if someone he cared about didn’t like it but he was sure they would get over it OR get used to it

The hair only comes out when he’s showering or going to bed

His best friend who’s a barber (and a bit of a douche) tells him he’s got to let his hair breathe more often or he’ll have breakage, seb doesn’t think it’s that serious? He’s not sure how much longer he’ll keep the bun now anyways...

This same friend encouraged him to get a “Pompadour” haircut & seb’s never been so offended before in his life, “I wouldn’t want to look like the rest of you knob-heads.”

Anyways, he takes care of his hair the best way he knows how and it seems to work for him...some slightly expensive haircare products here and there & a trimmer & he’s good to go

When he first started growing his hair out, he felt like he needed to go to the salon to know how to manage it. After awhile he learned how to do it on his own + you save $ that way

uses his hands to talk or holds one hand in the other when having a conversation since he doesn’t know what to do with his hands exactly

He’s a chapstick kinda guy who always loses his before he can finish it (been there)

Absolutely loves Japanese food and eats it almost everyday

Japanese Mayo is the superior condiment, bill can stfu!!

probably watches anime

owns a bunch of vans, beanies, and hoodies

smokes hookah every now & then but isn’t too crazy about it

canon: catlover! I feel like he would have a Sphynx, Abyssinian, Ocicat, or oriental shorthair + was over the moon when his baby had babies !!!

He wanted to keep all 5 of the kittens but knew he probably couldn’t, at least not forever but he was going to wait until they were all at least a few months before he decided to put them up for adoption...which sucks but would ultimately be the best choice, maybe???

tried eyeliner again outside of the villa & finds pencil or pomade is better than the standard liquid liner

likes black nail polish but is slightly embarrassed to be seen out with it, it’s the same thing with the eyeliner...he’s not that confident

the guy is a huge blusher & he despises the fact that his face betrays him 80% of the time

often gets nosebleeds

loves red wine especially if it’s on a rainy day and he’s home to fully enjoy it, he feels like he’s on his grown man shit when he does so

I feel like he’d be a fan of the umbrella academy & thinks it’s way better than stranger things...him & nick have argued over this on doom n gloom!

Five is his favorite

Everything he owns is in either black, red, gray/grey, or green

His main phobia is emetophobia (fear of v*mit) & he won’t share why, that’s just what it is

Introvert!

Canon: he’s not a Aquarius

So wtf r ya? Nick & I would like to know plz

Virgo sun? + Taurus moon? + Pisces rising?

I feel like he’s one of those people that feels the need to bring a backpack with him everywhere and you can imagine it to be black ofc

“Who tf are you Linus? But with a backpack?” His sister often jokes (I do this with my sibs, both of them love carrying backpacks. Me on the other hand? I don’t have time for the shit)

He drives a shitty car from the 90s that’s Engine sounds as if it’s about to blow

but 100% perfers to drive his moped, Atticus around

played football (soccer) growing up to help get rid of his asthma

Cannot sleep with the tv on or any form of light around him, it has to be completely dark & quiet!

He’ll only do so if it’s with Genevieve since you know they’re trying this whole long distance thing out

Are one of those couples that will fall asleep on the phone/cpu together

Genevieve might be the, “no you hang up first” & seb will actually hang up the phone and get into bed lmao

Just for vieve to call back like?!! “I can’t believe you’ve done this!

“Well you said—

“Never mind what I said, sebz!!! It’s extremely rude...”

his last relationship before Genevieve lasted 6-8 months (there was a time when he felt like he was unsure if he was still in a couple with that person, isn’t that a shame?)

his love language is acts of service, he’ll do things for you to ease your worries out of love and not obligation so that you feel valued as his partner & I believe he wants this in return as well

I think he’s a bit of a worry wart too when it comes to certain things even if his exterior might show him trying to hide it

He was super nervous to get his first tattoo on his chest, “if words fail, music speaks” but he found that the slight pain was worth it? And quite nice! then he kept going back monthly and soon enough his arms were completely covered

mum hated it, her baby boy was becoming a man! (It’s not like he’s almost 30 but you know how moms are)

Deff has a collection of silver rings, he’s tried out necklaces but he thinks he looks better with his rings

The slit in his brow came from trying to squeeze thru the broken patio glass door with his sis as if it were some booby trap (not exactly, but a safety hazard forsure!) & a piece of glass fell from above slicing his brow and left him with 4 stitches

Secretly into watching those dating shows before and after experiencing it himself

people he enjoyed seeing on the Telly from previous seasons: jen, jake, talia, erikah, lottie, Noah, Carl, Kassam, Priya, & Hannah

AJ is his best girl friend (besides vieve) they FaceTime quite a bit & chat shit to each other on the daily

Feels like she fits in well with his friend group, which just contains his barber friend — they put up with his banter & give it right back to him but he can also be vulnerable & comfortable with those around him so that’s always a plus

It’s the same with nick, except they share a hobby together, their podcast & that’s what seb wants to keep it as, a hobby, for fun & giggles yet nick is thinking about getting paid for what they do. He thinks it’s a great idea whereas seb doesn’t want this to turn into a career/chore

He’s perfectly happy at kicking kettles

He feels strongly about his stance while nick is on both sides

They’ll figure it out, soon.

How are things outside of the villa & since the boat party? They all have a group chat that they randomly speak up in, in the beginning they would do morning and goodnight texts but that became tedious so they settled for either or. Or simply just checking in to see how each other’s days went with seb secretly being the most curious to everyone’s days

Things are awkward between him and Yasmin, he kinda avoids talking to her tbh & not because he doesn’t want to...its just yeah it’s not the same with him and aj where they can easily move forward, it feels like pulling teeth with Yasmin since they’re some what similar & it seems like she’s waiting on him to take the lead on fixing some imagined issue they have with each other? It’s weird idk

Lives in a cramped studio apartment, it works for him so he doesn’t need any inputs thank you

celeb crushes? Demi lovato, Hwasa, Amanda Seyfried, & Birgundi Angel Baker

as for music? Sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil, teagan & Sara, the pierces, panic!at the disco, all time low, twenty one pilots, x-ambassadors, awolnation, jon bellion— listen when atl dropped? Seb felt like he was reborn okay?! , Japanese breakfast, & great grandpa

Anthem = The Postal Service, “Such great heights”

[thosekidswhohuntmonsters]

The Great Perhaps 

Summary: complete and utter Christmas fluff with Loki where he gets you an adorable and thoughtful Christmas gift

Word Count: 3502

Rating: v spicy, deff 18+

Author’s note: it’s so funny to go back and re-read this because oh my god there is SO much of me in this story. I'm like basically letting you all look into parts of my soul with this one...

♡if you enjoy this fic you’re welcome to leave a reblog/like/comment! feedback is not only welcomed but encouraged!♡

You’d been sitting in the kitchen with Bucky, “So doll any ideas what you’re gonna get Loki for christmas?”. You slumped down while letting out at annoyed sigh. Turning your head to the side you said, “Nope not at all”.

Steve joined you both, “We all know it’s the meaning behind it that counts!”. You rolled your eyes but smiled, picking your head up again. Tony joined the room, “You could always let him unwrap you”.

You laughed out loud, “Yeah Tony, that sure would be a meaningful gift huh?”. Tony smirked, placing a kiss on your head as he walked past you to grab something from one of the drawers. Tony faced you again,“Only joking, or am I?”.

Sighing you said, “Come on guys...it’s our first Christmas together and I’m so lost”. The three men were silent for a moment, all trying to come up with something to say. Steve smiled, “Well what’s your favorite memory together?”.

Instantly a smirk formed upon your lips and Bucky laughed, “I’m guessing that’s not a pg memory huh?”. A blush formed upon your cheeks, and you shook your head. Tony grinned, “Looks like (y/n) here has been naughty this year”.

You smiled, “I know exactly what to get him, thank you guys!”. After kissing them all goodbye you ran out of the kitchen, and directly to the library.

When you got to the library you immediately went to your favorite spot in the back corner, your home away from home. It had been the first place you’d met Loki, the first place you’d kissed, and where he’d asked you to be his. When Steve asked you about your favorite memory with Loki, it had happened there.

You went to sit in your favorite seat, until you noticed it was taken by the raven haired prince. He didn’t look up from his book, “What are you doing up at such a late hour?”.

Smirking you sat across from him, “I could ask you the same”. Loki still didn’t pick up his head, but you saw that he was smirking. Looking at the book he was reading you said, “You know, if you love that author I have the perfect book for you”.

The last thing you’d expected was to walk in on Loki reading a John Green novel, but you had a feeling there was a lot no one knew about him.

He raised an eyebrow, “Do you now, darling?”. His voice sent shivers down your spine, your mind automatically drifting to dirtier places. Pushing them away you said, “I could give you my copy”.

Loki picked his head up, he was intrigued by how kind you were being to him. You reached for the backpack you’d brought with you, and pulled out you personal copy of “Looking For Alaska” by John Green.

Smiling you placed it onto the table, sliding it to his side, “I always keep it on me”. Loki smiled, and to your surprise took the book in his hands. He flipped through the pages, smirking to himself when he noticed how worn they were.

Loki reached down into his own bag, pulling out his favorite novel. Your eyes lit up, “Is that yours?”. As Loki looked down upon the book he laughed lightly to himself.

Before handing the book to you he said, “I’d found it on my first trip to Midgard many many years ago, and have always kept it with me since”. In his hands he held, “The Great Gatsby” by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Loki moved to hand you the book, but before you could reach it pulled back.

He was grinning, “I shall only read yours if you read mine, is that a deal?”. You found yourself smirking as well, and you nodded your head. Reaching for the book you said, “Deal”.

And that was it, the start of it all.

You’d went to where you’d left your bag, and pulled out your personal copy of the book. You loved the book, but you’d loved what it had given you more. Loki was secretly a hopeless romantic, and you knew that giving him the book would be the perfect gift.

As you sat down at the table you decided you’d write him a message on the first page. The words easily flowed from your mind, you pen soon filling up the page.

“Dear Loki,

I should’ve known what I was getting into the first night we met and I saw that smirk of yours...I think part of me did and that’s why I flirted with you. I can now admit I was flirting with you haha.  This book mentions the idea of a great perhaps, looking for something gives your life meaning, and I think I’ve finally found mine. You’re my great perhaps Loki Laufeyson, from the moment I first met you that’s when I truly started living.

Always yours, (y/n).”

When you finished writing the letter you closed the book, you were beaming with happiness. For the last part of his gift you decided to frame your favorite picture of you both. In the picture you were sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around you as his head rested in the crook of your neck.

You went back to your room, wrapping them all together. As you looked at your phone you’d realized you’d finished just in time, two or so minutes to spare. Grabbing the gifts, you made your way towards his room where you’d agreed to exchange gifts.

You knocked on the door, and heard Loki moving around before saying, “Come in love”. As you opened the door and walked into the room your jaw dropped. The entire room was beautifully decorated with lights and other Christmas themed things.

Loki even had his own tree and you were mesmerized. Smiling you said, “This is pretty impressive for your first christmas Loki”. As he watched you, he found himself smirking. Loki felt proud of himself.

He wasn’t done yet, as Loki snapped his fingers his fireplace magically started. You instinctively went and sat down in front of it, “This is all so beautiful Loki!”. Loki joined you, sitting next to you.

You’d remembered your gift, “This is for you, look now-”. Loki laughed lightly, taking your gift in his hands. He cut you off, “I’m sure it’s wonderful darling”. You smiled, but your nerves were unbearable.

As you watched him you put one hand over your mouth, insanely nervous. The thing was that this was his first christmas, and you didn’t want to ruin it for him. Briefly you’d closed one of your eyes, until you heard him gasp.

Loki was shocked, “Darling are you sure-”. You nodded while smiling, “Open it and you’ll know why”. Loki’s lips moved along as he read the words to himself, his eyes growing wide.

You were even more surprised when instead of saying something, he crashed his lips against yours. He pulled you forward and into his lap so you were now straddling him. When the kiss was over you breathlessly asked, “So you like it?”.

He cupped your face, “I love it...I love you”. It had been the first time he’d ever told anyone that, the first time those words left his lips, and the first time he was truly sure about how he’d felt.

For a second you didn’t say anything, so caught up in the moment. As Loki watched you finally smile he let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding in. Wrapping your arms around him you said, “I love you Loki Laufeyson”.

His face lit up as he remembered, “Now it’s time for my gift”. Reluctantly you got off of his lap, letting him go grab his gift. It was only a moment or so before Loki plopped back down beside you, the gift in his hands.

“You even wrapped it!” you said while admiring it. Loki grinned, “Don’t tell me you doubted me love?”. Laughing you shook your head, “Never”. Loki leaned back, waiting for you to finally open it.

You jaw dropped as you unwrapped the gift. It was a heart shaped golden locket, vine and flower textured patterns all over it, and even occasional hints of green. You opened it, and automatically smiled to yourself as you read what was engraved on the inside.

Looking up to him you read it, “they slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered”. Loki smiled along with you, happy that you understood the reference. It was from the book he’d given you as part of your deal.  As you looked to the other side of the locket, it included the same picture you’d given him.

You shook your head, “I can’t believe the odds Loki...same picture...both mentioning our favorite books...god are we predictable?”. Loki just laughed, keeping his sudden realization to himself.

Loki remembered a conversation he’d had with Frigga while he’d been confined in his cell. He had thought nothing of it at the time, but now knew that what’d she spoke of had been true.

“Loki I know that you believe there is nothing for you to live for, that your years to come shall only be filled with loneliness, but you are wrong. If you shall open yourself up, you will find what you have been searching for..who you have been searching for. And it shall only take but one moment for you to realize so”.

When Loki looked at you now realized that this was the moment she had spoken off. You two were so in sync, so comfortable around each other, and that wasn’t something that came easily to Loki.

Smiling he stood up, “Let me put it on your darling”. You took his hand, letting him help you stand up. Loki stood behind you as you held up your hair. His cold hands teased your skin as be put the necklace on you, placing kisses along your neck as he did so.

He whispered into your ear, “Ek elska þik”. You could tell by the way it sounded that it was old norse. Turning to face him you asked, “What does it mean?”. Loki stood there with an enormous smile on his face.

“It means that I love you (y/n)”. Teasingly you raised an eyebrow at him, “You’re lucky I trust you Loki, because you could have literally told me you’re afraid of the dark and I’d have no idea”.

Together you both laughed, and you reveled in how beautiful he sounded. Loki took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips. Before kissing it softly he said, “There is something I want to show you (y/n)”.

You wiggled your eyebrows, and he smirked. He still held your hand, “My my pet, I am influencing you aren’t I?”. You nodded your head while giggling. Watching his face you saw his expression harden.

“What do you want to show me Loki?”. You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand, encouraging him. He held your gaze, “As you know I am not of Asgard...I am from Jotunheim”.

You nodded your head so he continued, “Which means my current state is not my true form..”. Your lips parted, and your eyes widened with excitement. He swallowed hard, “I wish to show you my true form (y/n)...now that I know I trust you”.

Loki scanned your face for any hint of apprehension, but smiled when he saw only excitement in your eyes. Smiling you replied, “I’d love to Loki”.

He smiled, “Close your eyes pet”. You nodded your head and did as he asked. Only a moment later you heard him say, “Now open”. When you opened your eyes, your jaw dropped.

His skin was a beautiful deep blue, covered with patterns of a light blue, his eyes a deep red. You looked down to his hand, and traced a pattern up his arm.

You brought your hand back, “I’m sorry..I just...it’s so beautiful”. Loki blinked, “I beg your pardon?”. You laughed softly, tracing the patterns once again. Holding his gaze you repeated yourself, “Your skin is beautiful Loki...and your eyes too”.

His voice was soft, “You are not frightened by my true state?”. You shook your head while bringing one hand up to cup his cheek. Your lips were inches from his, “I love you Loki which includes your true form”.

You watched his chest rise and fall, as his eyes moved quickly looking over your face. He smiled one last time before crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was extremely hungry, his tongue flicking over your bottom lip, marking your mouth open.

As the kiss became hungrier Loki pushed you backwards until you both fell onto his bed. Loki landed so you were on top of him, his back pressed against the headboard. His hands quickly explored your body, the kiss only breaking to take off your clothing.

When his bare chest was exposed you softly said, “Oh- Loki”. The most intricate patterns of light blue covered his entire chest, leading to other parts of his body. Loki groaned as your  light touches teased his skin.

Loki leaned forward, tangling one of his hands in your hair. His free hand hooked around your waist, bringing your chest to rest against his. Once again he kissed down your neck, now exploring your body with both hands.

Loki hungrily cupped your ass, pulling your hips forward to grind against him. His voice was rough, “I cannot wait any longer”. Before you could wonder what he’d meant he snapped his fingers, your clothes disappearing.

Instantly his mouth went to your breasts, sucking and kissing your nipples. You moaned loudly, “Loki fuck”. It felt so good that you bucked your hips forward, making Loki groan. He held onto your hips tighter, “Oh pet...so eager for me”.

You could feel his hardness pressing against you, “You want this just as badly Loki”. His laugh was so low that it was almost a growl. He held your chin in his hand, “God I love you”.

You couldn’t believe the words had come out so needy, “Then fuck me”. Loki looked at you, stunned for a moment. He grinned before kissing you again, somehow more passionately than the first time.

Slowly he placed you onto your back, propping himself up as he leaned above you. You tangled your hand in his hair, bringing his head closer to yours. Smiling you said, “I am all yours Loki”. That was all he needed.

Loki slid one hand down your thigh, bringing it up to hook around his back. His member was pressed against your slit, teasing you. He kissed down your jawline, sucking on the more sensitive parts of your skin.

You were putty in his hands and he hadn’t even started. Moaning you begged, “Loki more-”. You felt him smile against your skin, and you loved the feeling. He leaned back, and you instantly missed be so close.

He moved down your body until his mouth was hovering over your folds. Loki kissed up your thigh, and with each slight touch of his lips you moaned. Loki was becoming lost, you were so intoxicating to him.

With one hand he parted your folds, and his cold fingers against your hot skin were magic. As he spoke his hot breath teased you further, “I have never met someone who has consumed me the way you have”.

“You have no idea how much I think about you...dream about you….dream about moments like this”. He placed a light kiss on your clit, making you jump. His strong hands moved to your thighs, pressing them into the bed.

He held you in place, “Moments were you become so lost in pleasure...you have no idea how beautiful you look..how beautiful you sound...you’re like a spell my love….each second I find myself more intoxicated by you”.

Finally he flicked his tongue over your clit, driving you wild. Loki held you into place as his mouth worked wonders against your skin. His tongue moved in all different directions, all different speeds.

You were gripping the sheets, calling out his name. Loki only went faster, determined to make you feel as good as he could. He loved this, loved how in control he was. Your breathing was becoming more rapid, “Loki-”.

He sat back up, “Although I would love to feel you come undone around my tongue pet, I would much rather enjoy feeling myself buried deep inside of you”. That was the first time you had heard him talk like that, and you gasped out of pleasure.

Loki crawled back up to you, the biggest smile upon his lips. You pulled him close, your bodies becoming tangled together once again. You couldn’t kiss each other fast enough, your lips moving together as one.

He hooked one of your legs around his back again, his head teasing your entrance. Your breath hitched as you held his gaze, “Loki take me...claim me as yours”. Loki moaned loudly as he finally entered inside of you.

Slowly he rolled his hips forward, letting you adjust to his size. You wrapped your hands around his neck, holding him close to you. His lips met yours once again, like there was some magnet pulling you together.

“Oh Loki” you rolled your hips forward to meet his. You loved the feeling of him filling you up like this. He only broke the kiss to whisper into your ear, “Say my name again”. His voice was so rough, so demanding.

Loki started to pick up the pace as you moaned, “Loki...fuck...Loki”. Your words encouraged him, making him enter deeper and deeper inside of you. He held your gaze, “Let everyone know whos making you feel so good”.

Your other leg hooked around his back, letting him thrust even deeper. He was hitting your g-spot, “Loki..Oh Loki-”. Each time you called out his name he hit your most pleasurable spot. You felt yourself getting closer to climax.

His breathing became heavier, “That’s it my pet...that’s it”. By now the entire room was filled with your moans, and you wondered if the entire compound could hear you. His thrusts were becoming sloppier, and you could tell he was just as close.

He nibbled your ear, “Cum with me (y/n)...cum with me now”. You closed your eyes, letting your orgasm take control. From his moans and groans you could tell he was right there with you.

Your orgasm shook throughout your entire body like a tsunami, waves and waves of pleasure crashing over you. You felt Loki twitch inside of you, and all you could do was call out his name.

Loki was just as loud as his own orgasm overcame him. He’d never felt something this intense before, something this pleasurable. You just held onto each other, riding out these feelings of ecstasy.

As he caught his breath, coming down from the most intense high he’d ever felt, Loki pressed his forehead against yours. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you just grinned, “It’s never felt like that before”.

Loki laughed softly, letting himself fall onto the bed next to you. Grinning like a madman he said, “I imagine it’s because the way we feel about each other….our intense love for one another”. Smirking you turned onto your side, resting against his chest.

You traced the light blue patterns of his skin, “Loki Laufeyson, secret hopeless romantic”. You felt his chest vibrate against your body as he laughed loudly. He held you tightly, pulling you closer to his side.

Loki kissed your forehead, “So how did I do for my first Christmas?”. It was your turn to laugh. You moved to straddle him once again, your hands pressed against his chest. Smirking you said, “I think we both know that was just the best Christmas of my entire life”.

Loki looked up to you with love in his eyes, “I think if we spend every holiday like this..I’ll be quite fond of other Midgard celebrations”. You rolled your eyes, but found yourself giggling.

Leaning down you kissed him, “I love you Loki”. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his chest. His voice was soft, “You have no idea how much you mean to me (y/n)...how much you have given me...”.

You listened to the rise and fall of his chest, feeling yourself becoming overcome by sleep. As your eyes closed you heard him say, “You are my reason to live (y/n) and I shall love you until my last breath”.

Loki held onto you tighter, feeling at peace as you fell fast asleep against his chest. For once in his life Loki felt sleep overcoming him. As he closed his eyes he saw no bad memories, just you. Loki smiled, letting himself fall asleep.

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ok for y'all interested, here was my take on the game. So me and my friend got there around the middle of the first half of the germany vs. england game. It was pretty chill and people were starting to file in. The crowd went wild when germany scored. When the game ended, Tony duggan from england saw a sign for her and went over to take some pics. A lot of the german players were cooling down in front of us so we moved one row up to try and get pics. They were super nice and so many of their players stayed and signed almost everything that everyone on my side had. Alex Popp was super cute and so nice and took pics with us. She also gave away her cleats to fans. I saw the german goal keeper did the same with her gloves. Marozsan (german captain) stayed the longest and signed pretty much everything. She was talking to some of the girls next to us with Germany jerseys on and was really appreciative of us. The gals finally came out to warm up and were super pumped. I saw allie and pughs hand shake in real time so that was amazing. Wish i recored that. Tobin and christen were shooting on goal together and they were on fire. Alyssa was warming up so well and ash kept patting her and giving her thumbs up. The game started and the crowd was pretty interactive. Halfway thru the first half the subs came to keep warm a few feet from me. Everyone kept yelling for julie and then we started chanting her name and she looked so cute and bashful and smiled. Ali and ash were attached at the hip the whole game. They warmed up together, would turn and talk about the game, and then warm up together again. During pregame/national anthem ali moved to stand by ash and then she was talking to kelley after and moved all the way down the bench to sit with ash. Too cute. after half time everyone was definitely frustrated with the game. Everyone was praising alyssa so that was super sweet. You could tell the team was getting frustrated, ali and ash were warming up in front of me when the 3rd goal went in and ash just shook her head and turned away and ali game a closed lip upset/disappointed look to the stands. After that they walked back to the bench. After the game, the girls stood around during the ceremony and looked so sad. It hurt my heart. after that, kelley left right away (probs bc of her injury), and so did jill (which she better have because so many people had some stuff to say to her...) and then the girls started signing stuff. Press came our way but didn't sign muted. She looked like a sad puppy which made me so sad. She didn't say a word to any of the fans. Carli looked pissed (understandably) but came over and took pics and signed stuff and was a great sport. Moe came our way and was super sweet and smiley and appreciative of the fans. Lynn also came to us and signed everything given to her. She was super sweet and was chatting with some of the littler girls beside us. Ali stayed the longest (I'm guessing cuz DC) and she signed so much. She came our way but turned which made me a little sad, but i was appreciative that she stayed so long for everyone. She was very smiley and was deff being a great sport also. Becky i think did some media so she was the last to leave the field but she was waving and thanking everyone, true hero. Although it wasn’t a great game, i can say it was a great experience. Ps allie long was so funny all game she is deff one of my faves. She looked like she was being so interactive with fans

[zayadriancas]

Dnc season 3 thoughts warning spoilers ahead also very long and messy

I want to write my thoughts I have so many That was the most amazing season since season 12 in my opinion I don't know where to begin This is probs gonna be out of order because I watched all 10 episodes straight through no break only paused to type a post a few quick things on here •Maya's plot was by far my favorite I could relate to it so much, the suicide attempt was exactly how I attempted to, I didn't OD as badly as Maya but I took a lot that made me feel sick for days. The scenes with her mom especially where she threw the mirror made me cry. I've had so many similar outbursts like that. And feeling like no one was there for her. I understand why people shut her out, Grace was disturbed by the photos and Zig is basically Esmes property (not talking about the kiss but feels like he's not even allowed to talk to Maya because of Esme smh) I'll get to that later but like I've felt like that too like no ones here for me kike I only have one friend and I know he can't always be here for me but I feel like I'm not important to him and he knows I'm suicidal and depressed and I'll tie in what Lola said that I can relate to SO much, "It's like we have pain but we can't talk about it because it makes people uncomfortable" and I think that's how I make people feel and it sucks. Not that Maya really talked about her pain but she felt like no one cared. She even said "I feel like Tristan's there(hospital) because I exist" after bringing up Cam's suicide and Adams death (so glad they added him in there too because I found it weird that Maya was in a band with him and she wasn't at the funeral/bonfire or even mentioned it before) but anyway like idk where I'm going with this Maya's whole plot this season was so relatable and gave me so much tears The fact that she broke her wrists too omg 😭😭😭 but the most disturbing was the roof scene like the writers said it would be, omfg I'm so glad Esme and Zig found her and saved her I'm glad Katie made an appearance I wasn't ever the hugest fan of her but I'm glad she was there for Maya I already said this earlier but I cried when she performed the song she wrote for Zig And omg the way he tickled her was so cute THEY CONTINUE TO MURDER MY SOUL AMD I CANT BELIEVE MAYA KISSED HIM AND he finally learned his lesson to pull away when he has a girlfriend but he couldn't do that when he was with Maya UGHH I already said this but I hate Zig/Esme as a couple. I would even take Zace over this. She's so rude to everyone and I feel bad for her for what happened to her mom it's so fucking sad and I'm glad they finally told us her backstory. But the way she treated Maya, shay(especially shay but I'll get to that later) Miles, and just how she acts towards people in general. Every time Zesme kisses I cringe. I hate how she bumped Maya on purpose. Like Maya probably wasn't even aware Zesme was an official couple she knew back last season they were hanging out but it's not Maya's fault and I'm just so upset for Maya this whole season. I felt all of her pain She looked so gorgeous though I love her hair and her wardrobe this season •I love that they did a period plot. It's so realistic and relatable. I got my period at school before and bled over the back of my pants and didn't notice till way later and no one told me. Just laughed. Esme was such a bitch about it god when will that girl just shut up. Tiny was so sweet to buy Shay tampons but he shouldn't have given them to her in class lol. But I loved Frankie and Shay being there for each other this season and all their conversations. •Hunters plot I thought was gonna be lame but it actually was so funny. "Let's just agree for now that boners are funny" lmao and "we were gonna watch porn" and them all sitting there awkwardly lol •I normally don't like Zoe but I LOVED her this season and I'm so proud of her for being so confident and being open about her sexuality without caring what anyone thinks. Her and Rasha are great together I love them and I also love the Gracevas renewed friendship. ITS SO FUCKING SAD ZOES MOM KICKED HER OUT I HATE THAT BITCH. I'm so glad Grace is letting Zoe stay with her. •Like I said I loved Lola's line about her having pain but not being able to talk about it because it makes people uncomfortable like I said I can relate so much. I hate myself but I didn't hate Lola/Miles I just wish it hadn't been while he was with Tristan. But I did like their friendship a lot. I also love that Yael and Lola became friends. And I'm so glad they went in depth with the abortion plot it's so important and I'm glad everyone supported her. •Graces plot was so sad but IM GLAD SHE GOT A PLOT ABOUT HER ILLNESS and although it showed her friendship with Jonah it was all from her POV and although I suspect feelings (and I actually do ship them quite a bit tbh the scene on the golf course was so cute) it wasn't all about that it was about Grace choosing to take a chance no matter how risky and trying to live life to its fullest and I am so glad she's become the Grace we know and love this season. It made me sad when she blocked Maya's number but I understand why she did it. •Tristan at the end well throughout the whole episodes typing in his computer was so heartbreaking but I'm so glad he is awake and I'm so glad we got to see his mom finally. TBH the play the acting was so forced and had no emotion it made me cringe but I'm glad Miles told Tristan the truth. And Tristan typing into his computer "can we get pizza it's been 6 months since I've had pizza" omg •everyone there for Maya at the hospital in the end was great too even Zoe and Miles im so glad she has support. When zig said "I told her to leave me alone today" reminded me of when he said "I told cam to go away and he did" but I'm so glad everyone knows it's not their fault. I'm so so relieved and glad Maya's gonna make it and that she's gonna be okay. (Physically I mean) I know mentally it's gonna take time but I know she'll make it through this. •I don't care about Fronah but I feel bad for Frankie. What she did was wrong reading his messages but I can tell throughout the whole episodes especially when she told him in the car she wanted a break she was trying to be mature about it, I think aside from the message reading she handled herself fine throughout everything and as always I loved her friendship moments with Lola and Shay. •Miles's speech at the beginning about wanting to take someone's pain away from them and give it to himself made me cry so hard. As always, Esme pissed me off with how she treated him. Like I understand she was upset by the pictures but she should know better than anyone what it's like to go through seeing someone she loves going through pain and Miles was trying to cope in the only way he knew how. I get the pictures were triggering for the class and i get why it was asked to be turned off but to make him feel bad about it idk where im going with this im tired but anyway the whole thing just made me tear up •The whole zig/Esme sex thing and shit and every time they kissed made me wanna barf. Zig looked so hot though throughout this whole season. IM SO GLAD WE FINALLY KNOW WHERE ZIG LIVES AND OMG SAYING HE DOESNT HAVE A Family made me so sad. And like I already mentioned Esmes past shocked me and I feel so terrible for her. •Maya giving grace her ring I wanted to cry. Also when Grace said Maya was a crappy friend made me feel so upset like I get Maya kept bailing on plans but it was clear Maya was going through something. But it was clear Maya felt bad when she found out what grace was going through. Maya looking at the pics in her room made me so sad. I can't wait until she is happy like that again. She deserves so much happiness and love. •also I hope Jonah gets a plot about being in narcotics anonymous next season I'm glad they gave us something about him like we knew he had drug debts before but I thought they'd never bring it up again I'm glad they did even if it was briefly • shiny was adorable even though they kept fighting but they were able to make up which im happy for aside cuz from Zasha and the possibility of Grace/Jonah happening they are the only canon ship I care about. Well not the only one but the only one I believe will make it at this point I honestly thought Zesme would be done by ep 10 but they're still going strong and next season which is the seniors final season Maya will be recovering and Zig seemed to be over her this season and I just feel so sad I wanna have hope for Zaya but I feel like it's pointless. Of course what's most important is Maya is happy and healthy again and if she graduates happy that's all that matters to me. But Zesme being endgame terrifies me. I mean I love that zig and Maya interacted but zig mostly just seemed so wrapped up in Esme now and he had every right to move on but it still breaks my heart 😭😭😭💔💔💔 Anyway though aside from Zesme this season was amazing, totally amazing and had great plots in every episode and I was so hooked and it was definitely the best Next Class season so far. I can't believe all my faves will be leaving next season😭😭. This season was deff in my top 5 1: Season 4 2: Season 7 3: Season 12 4: DNC season 3 5: Season 11 So yeah I can't wait to see gifs of this season lol I wanna gif but I'm too tired. I wanna screencap but I'm so tired. After I sleep maybe. I'm emotionally drained from that amazing season