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[madi-writes-things]

Making The Bed (Johnie Guilbert X Reader)

Summary:

Pushing away all the people that know me the best…

Word Count: 1,415

TW: Passing Out, ED, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Self Deprecation, Self Destructive Thoughts and Actions, Avoiding Foods, Parties, Drinking, Johnnie Being a Supportive and Good Boyfriend, platonic!Jake Webber

A/N: this has been in my drafts for like three months. Sorry if it seems rushed or anything, I fell asleep halfway through writing it and finished when I woke up. 🫶

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Y/N’s POV

I stand in the bathroom, obsessively typing the calories from the meal I just ate into the calorie counter that I promised I wouldn’t redownload. I didn’t mean for it to get like this again, but here I am. It just started as a few missed snacks, which turned into meals, and it all snowballed into daily weigh-ins and days with no food. I stop by the mirror for a moment, and I regret it immediately… the second I see myself, I feel my stomach churn.

The worst part of this is the lying to the people close to me… I don’t push them away on purpose, it just makes it easier. On days where I don’t see Johnnie much, I’m able to go the whole day without eating. I know that he’ll find out eventually, but I can’t let it be now.

In an ironic way I find it funny how people on the internet find out what you struggle with, and do their best to make it worse. The only reason that I started skipping snacks, was because people started commenting on my weight gain. It’s not the people who praise me for looking healthier, the issue is the people who spew my worst fears in the comments.

I know in the back of my head, that I will lose everything I’ve worked for if I don’t stay skinny. Johnnie won’t want me, Jake won’t chose me over him, Tara won’t want someone like me as a friend, my fans will get tired of me once I’m not interesting to look at, my family wo-

I hear Johnnie lightly knock on the bathroom door, pulling me from my doom spiral. “you okay in there babe?”

Shit.

I quickly wipe my face off, leaving no trace of the tears that were spilled. “Yeah! Be out in just a second.” Sometimes I wonder if he knows, and he’s happy that I’m losing weight. No. He’s not like that.

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I think Jake knows…

He stared me down after making me lunch. I think he was trying to see if I actually ate it. He made pasta, and I cried in the bathroom for thirty minutes after leaving the table. I saw him staring at me anytime we were in the same room after that.

Now I’m climbing into his car with Johnnie and Tara, headed to an influencer party. I’m wearing a cute Tank + Cropped Hoodie with skeleton hand’s bedazzled on the tits, and a pair of high waisted jeans. I knew that going out was a bad idea, but I have to stay under Jake’s radar… if he says anything to Johnnie, I’m done for.

I offer to be designated driver when we pull up, there’s no way I’m drinking tonight. One shot of vodka is nearly 100 calories, and vodka is the lowest calorie alcohol I’ve found. Everyone agrees pretty easily.

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The party has been going on for hours, and all of my friends were pretty tipsy at this point. I decided to go sit with Tara a little bit ago, and now we’re talking about her latest hookup. “He was literally so pretty… and his dick was huge!” She nearly falls over laughing at my reaction. I tell her I’m going to grab a water from the cooler, and find the guys so we can head out.

The second I stand up, everything goes blurry for a second. Shit. I don’t think I’ve had anything to eat since Jake made me, and that was like three days ago. I reach out and steady myself on Tara’s shoulder, as she asks if I’m okay. I mutter a quick yes, as I start walking away. It’s takes a second for my eyes to focus again, but most people just seem to assume I’m drunk.

Once I find the guys, we head out. My head is pounding, and all I want is to get home and go straight to bed. Once we finally get to our room, Johnnie holds me tight in his arms as we drift to sleep.

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The party was two days ago, and while I know I shouldn’t, I took advantage of everyone’s hangovers. I still haven’t eaten or drank anything other than water. Every morning I wake up lighter than the day before, and I’m not risking gaining any weight at this point.

Today is different, Jake and Johnnie are wide awake. The guys have been filming all morning, and they asked me if I wanted to join them in a video… I obviously agreed. I’ve missed my boyfriend, and I doubt he’d notice anything while we’re out at target.

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We stopped at three different targets before finding one that would let us film, totaling about an hour and a half of driving around. We’ve been walking around this target for a while, but the lights are too bright and I can’t seem to make my brain work hard enough to figure out how long.

I’m standing in the board game isle when it happens. I see Johnnie’s face fall when he sees me. “Babe, are you okay? You look really pa…” I don’t even hear the full sentence before everything turns to static.

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Johnnie’s POV

It all happens so fast. One second we’re laughing at something stupid, the next second Y/N has gone completely silent. “Babe, are you okay? You look really pale.” Then it happens. I watch as her eyes roll back into her skull.

Shit.

I barely move fast enough to stop her from hitting her head on the ground. “Jake! Go get some juice and a granola bar.” He practically drops the camera before breaking into a sprint across the store.

nononono… how long have I missed this? It all starts clicking into place… the long bathroom breaks after meals, the pulling away, the way she offered to not drink. Jake returns within 30 seconds, and Y/N starts to stir in my arms.

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Y/N’s POV

Everything feels like static… I think my eyes are open, but I still can’t see anything. I reach up, and my hand graces something, it takes me a second to register that it’s my loving boyfriend. I mutter a quick apology, and I hear him talking to someone but it’s so muffled. I don’t know how long I lay there before I start to regain feeling in my body. I can’t tell if I’m shaking, but I feel like I’m having a seizure or something.

once I’m able to sit up on my own Johnnie hands me a juice box and a granola bar. I can see Jake sitting across the aisle, also sipping a juice box. They wait until I’m done with my snack before talking. “Baby, I need you to be honest… when is the last time you ate?”

Shitshitshitshit. “I had lunch with Jake.” I try to sound confident, but my voice is shaky. I see Johnnie look across the aisle at Jake, questioning whether I was telling the truth.

“Y/N… that was almost a week ago.” He looks at me with a nearly indecipherable expression, but I know it well. Pity. “Is that really the last time you ate?”

Seeing how worried my they are breaks me. I only allow myself to break down because we are in a fairly secluded area of the store. Johnnie pulls me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. We stay like that for a while before heading home.

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Three Months Later

That day was a massive wake up call. Johnnie let me take a nap when we got home, while I slept they assembled friends and family. When I woke up they held an intervention. They gave me the choice to Go to an inpatient treatment, or try to get better at home… I chose getting better at home, scared that nobody would wait for me.

That night we worked out a plan. Johnnie made me a meal plan full of foods that I felt safe eating, we threw out the bathroom scale, and we deleted the calorie counter. It wasn’t an overnight change, but I had amazing support from the people around me.

Johnnie is truly the man of my dreams. He never stops telling me how much he loves me, and reassuring me that he would never leave me. He is the reason I wake up in the morning, and I know that he will always be there.

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@unbruisable @bernardsbendystraws @sturniolo-fann @jnkvivi @stasiesturn

@h3arts4harry @slutforsturniolos

[laurapetrie]

I had always had a big bust and long, skinny legs — at one time I had wanted to chop a bit off them — and in my netball shorts at school I looked gangly. I always felt top-heavy. But one day at school we were lying around reading and a girl called Paula said, "Your eyes are the color of cornflowers." I thought, How lovely. What a nice thing to say. I didn't have overweening self-confidence, and I don't think any model did. I was flattered when people said or wrote nice things about me, but I saw beautiful girls every day and, compared with people like Jean Shrimpton, I felt I was way down the pecking order. That is the negative side of modeling. You have to look really good to get the jobs, so you put yourself into a situation that feeds your insecurities. If you don't get a job, you think it's because you're not pretty enough. It allows you — in fact, it forces you — to concentrate on your flaws, and that's destructive.

- PATTIE BOYD

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-A-Thon Prompt 3

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Dabi puts in the work to try and take Tomura's monster cock, and tries to find a plug big enough and comfortable enough to wear long-term so he can take Tomura's cock whenever and wherever.

Contents: Anal sex, anal fingering, anal plugs, Tomura Shigaraki's Monster Cock

Dabi has always been of the mind that ‘bigger is better’. Bigger fire, more destruction. Bigger enemy, the harder they fall. That kind of thing. It’s an opinion that he followed through for what he likes in a partner too. He likes big tits when he’s looking for a woman, and he likes big dicks when he has a guy. And Dabi thought that he’d had some pretty big dicks in his time, but he was not at all prepared for Tomura Shigaraki, the skinny fuck in skinnier jeans to have the biggest cock he’s had in his life. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Duster’s voice is a low growl in his ear and Dabi trembles beneath him, feeling like his body is just one long high note of sensation stretched out for an impossible measure. But he feels tight. Shig spent half an hour eating him out and fingering him open, and Dabi thought that was excessive, thought that maybe he did it just because he enjoyed doing it, but he gets now that the prep was absolutely necessary because without it, Dabi doesn’t think he would have even gotten his head inside. He feels enormous. “Don’t think you’re going to be able to take more than this today, firefly.” He says it like he knows that Dabi has already decided that this isn’t just going to be a one-off thing. Dabi thought this was going to be a one time thing when he propositioned him out of boredom after their three days of long meetings, but he decided around his first orgasm that he was definitely going to have Shig in his bed again to have a go at taking his monster cock down his throat too. 

“You’re not that big, Duster.” Being contrary is, unfortunately, part of his personality, and he tries to rock his hips back a little further to get him more deeply inside. He’s not expecting the hand that grips the back of his neck and pushes so he can’t move much more, or the spike of pain that goes up his spine from his hole. 

“Fuck, Dabi, what did I say? You’re bleeding.” 

“Are you kidding me?” Shig used a frankly excessive amount of lube. There’s no way–

Shig kisses his shoulder and rubs a finger around his stretched rim, which stings sharply at the tear, and reaches his hand up so that Dabi can see his fingers are smeared with red diluted by the lube. “No more tonight, baby boy. You’re going to have to be patient for that.” 

“But–” He doesn’t want to stop. Especially not when he hasn’t even gotten Shigaraki off yet, but Duster shifts his attention to other activities they can enjoy that aren’t based on penetration. He even wants to do this again himself, telling him that it’s fine, that it’s not the first time this has happened, it will just take some time and practice to get it right. 

Dabi doesn’t think that was supposed to be a challenge. But he definitely takes it as one. 

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Shigaraki still has to leave for treatments with the doctor, but when he’s back, the two of them end up making out, getting each other off with hands and mouths, but Duster doesn’t push to fuck him the way that Dabi wants. He’s not in any rush, he doesn’t want to hurt him, considerate shit that Dabi doesn’t give a fuck about. But the next time Duster leaves for a full week of treatments, Dabi orders himself a training set of anal plugs. He ends up having to get a custom model from a specialty shop to get one large enough to mimic Shigaraki’s dick, but he is going to be able to take his cock by the time he comes home, or he’s going to immolate himself ahead of schedule. 

Dabi starts on the smallest plug, fingering himself open for it and using plenty of lube to make it easier, but the plug itself is only the size of two fingers. He wears it at night the first day, having to train his body to just have something inside for an extended period of time as well, and hoping that he won’t be squirming around by the time he’s wearing the larger size tomorrow afternoon. 

Each day he moves up a plug size, increasing the amount of hours he has it inside. Each time it’s easier to get himself to stretch open for the silicone toys, and the initial discomfort that was sitting on the edge of his nerves fades and fades. 

On Friday morning, he wakes knowing that he’s going to have the largest one inside all day, and grateful that all of his work was finished yesterday because the plug that he wore then was so large already that he’d been distracted throughout most of the day. He knows as soon as he’s sitting on the edge of his bed with the plug in his hands that he’s absolutely not going to be able to focus on anything at all once he has this inside. 

He spends an hour working his fingers inside, using the other plugs to fuck his hole looser, before he drenches the toy in lube and finally reaches for it with a shaky hand. It still feels so big as he tries to fit it inside of himself, his whole body heating to an uncomfortable level as his cock aches and drips between his legs. The silicone is making him stretch so wide, and Dabi lets himself pant and moan as he shifts on the bed and pushes a pillow under his hips to help his body stay at the right angle to make inserting it a little easier. When he finally gets the largest point inside, and it decreases sharply along the long t-shaped handle, his body finally lets him fall over the edge and he stripes his skin with cum as he gasps around the fullness inside of him. 

Dabi doesn’t manage to do anything for the rest of the day. Every little movement around his room makes him feel like the muscles in his legs are going to go out from under him, and trying to bend over enough to get dressed was all but impossible. He just ended up grabbing his coat, listening at his door for half an hour, and then holding it tight around himself before he went to wait for Shig in his bedroom. He tosses his coat over the desk chair and then climbs into Duster’s bed, sending him a picture of himself laying against his sheets, to make sure he knows what he’s coming home to. 

Duster: Mm, stay right there, firefly. I’ve missed you all week.

Good, because Dabi doesn’t think that he could slip back into his room when that little bit of walking had the plug rubbing so obscenely against his insides that his cock is half hard against his thigh. He lets his arousal sit at that uncomfortable level for the next twenty minutes until Shigaraki’s door knob is turning. 

Duster comes into the room, and Dabi spreads his legs a little wider, so that he can see how turned on he is, that he already has something inside of him to warm him up for his cock, and whatever words the other was going to say, seem to evaporate from his tongue. He simply shuts and locks the door behind himself, and starts to shed his clothes on the way to join him on the bed, his eyes locked on him and roaming over his body. 

“Look at you, baby. So needy that you just couldn’t wait to have something inside?” 

“Want your cock, Sir.” Dabi slurs around his delirious pleasure. “

“Firefly–” 

He lifts his hips, trying to get Tomura to pull on the handle. “Got ready for you, please.” Shig loves it when he begs. He always melts at any softness that Dabi gives. He reaches for the plug and starts to ease it out of Dabi’s body, and he can’t help letting out a loud, broken moan when his hole stretches around that thickest part again, his insides throbbing with need as it’s pulled completely free. 

“Oh, precious, you’ve done such a good job stretching for me. I can see your pretty pink insides, baby boy.” He gets on the bed properly, gets between Dabi’s legs, and Dabi doesn’t need any foreplay, he just needs to know that his work was worth it. Tomura slicks up his cock, stroking himself to full hardness as he teases his other fingers around Dabi’s stretched rim, and then he starts to feed his cock inside. 

Dabi lets out a loud keen as Tomura breathes a soft laugh, his cock able to sink inside all the way to the hilt this time, but filling Dabi with an unmistakable ache. 

“All that and you’re still perfectly tight for me, baby.” 

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Immortal Love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader x Sam Winchester (no wincest)

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: none

Request by anon: Hi can you do a imagine with both the Winchester polyamory, where the reader is a immortal hunter (a demigoddess of Kali, Hecate or etc) that is a big deal in the supernatural everyone know about her and the monster are scare about her and meet the Winchester in a bar? Fluff with funny

Summary: You're Kali, the Goddess of Death and Destruction, and you're an immortal hunter. Monsters fear you. When you walk into a room, heads turn, and two very handsome ones catch your attention.

Square Filled: love triangle (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

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Your style of clothing has evolved with the rest of the world. There was a time when you wore frilly dresses with underwires to make them puffy and tight corsets that made your breasts push up uncomfortably. It was always dresses of different styles until about the mid-20th century when women were allowed to wear pants. That opened a new avenue for women all across the board. It wasn’t normal for women to make those styles your own but you did whatever possible to stand out.

If you’re going to walk into a room, you’re going to turn heads.

The other reason why you’d turn heads is because you’re a Goddess who has made herself very well known in the supernatural world. You’re Kali, the Goddess of Death and Destruction. Not to mention immortal and a hunter. You’ve been hunting monsters for centuries and love every bit of it. You love being immortal because you get to see humanity thrive and evolve into the best versions of themselves.

Your sleek high heels click against the floor when you enter the bar, your skinny jeans are tight against your body, your shirt flows around you with ease, and your black leather jacket completes the look. The bell on the door rings and heads turn to see who is entering. On the outside, it’s a normal bar for the public. On the inside is much more sinister. It’s home to demons, angels, and other monsters. Only the best hunters dare to enter this place.

As soon as everyone sees you, three demons smoke out of their meatsuits and run straight back down to Hell. Being there is better than being in a room with you, and you smile at the thought. The people you pass by look away in fear that you’ll kill them on the spot when in reality, you couldn’t care less about them. You’re not a monster. You don’t go around killing people left and right, but it doesn’t hurt for people to know what you’re capable of.

You walk to the bar and watch as the bartender refuses to meet your eye. He kind of cowers behind the bar counter at the thought of serving you, and you give him a sweet smile.

“Give me your strongest drink. Make it a double.”

He mumbles something you can’t recognize as he makes your drink. As you’re waiting, you hear someone whisper your name from across the bar. The chatter was loud before you entered and has quieted since your arrival. You can hear a pin drop from across the bar. You turn your head slightly to get a glimpse of the gossipers and find the King of Hell with two men you’ve never seen before. They’re not demons or any kind of monster you’ve seen so they must be humans… Hunters.

“Who the hell is she?” Dean asks and knicks a striped ball into one of the pockets.

“Her name is Kali, the Goddess of Death and Destruction. She’s immortal so nothing can kill her. She’s dangerous and lethal and she shows no mercy. She’s done a number on my demons, and if you’re smart, you’d stay the hell away from her.”

“She doesn’t look all that scary,” Dean scoffs and hits the cure ball again, but it misses the pocket.

“Are you an idiot? The bad ones never look scary and she is the baddest there is. She’s an immortal hunter.”

“A hunter, huh? Time for introductions.”

Dean leaves Sam hanging even though the younger brother just took his turn. Crowley whispers a quiet prayer and touches his forehead to his chest to both of his shoulders. Dean gives him a weird look as he walks with Sam to the bar counter. Dean takes a seat to your right and you look straight ahead.

“That seat’s taken,” you mumble and sip your drink. Dean gets up and takes the seat to your left. “Can I help you?”

“My buddy over there says you’re a hunter.”

“Goddess hunter,” you correct and swirl your chair around to look at your visitors. God damn these are two very attractive men. Who the hell are their parents? They must have really good genes if they look like Gods themselves. “If you want to be technical. Kali but call me Y/N.”

“You’re immortal?”

Your fangs slide from your teeth and you grin to show them off.

“Yes.”

“See, Sammy? She’s not so scary,” Dean shakes his head. “I’m Dean and this is my brother, Sam.”

“If you knew what was good for you,” you chuckle, “you’d know I’m as scary as they come. You should be afraid of me.”

“Sweetheart,” Dean smirks and leans in closer to you, “I’m not afraid of anyone. They’re afraid of me.”

You smirk and down the rest of your drink, so you lean back and cross one leg over the other.

“Sam and Dean? As in Winchesters?” Both of them nod. “I’ve heard of you two. Nearly destroyed the world.”

“True, but we didn't,” Sam points out.

“You’re cute,” you grin and let your eyes drink him in, “like a puppy dog. I like puppies.” Sam’s cheeks darken deliciously and you move onto his brother who hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you. “You’re like a teddy bear, and I love to cuddle with teddy bears at night.”

“Listen, do you want to hunt together? Sam and I are on our way over to one right now if you’re not busy.”

“You sure you can handle me?” you chuckle.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you can handle me?” Dean flirts.

You laugh like you haven’t done in a while.

“Challenge accepted. However, on one condition. I’ll hunt with you if your friend doesn’t go.” The demon the brothers were with hasn’t stopped staring at you since you entered. “He’s kind of creeping me out.”

“Crowley’s scared of you.”

“You wanna see something funny?” Sam and Dean shrug as an answer. You get up and disappear from sight only to reappear behind Crowley. He’s looking frantically around for you when you tap on his shoulder. When he turns, your eyes are bright red, your fangs are out, and you give him a malicious grin. “Hi, Crowley.”

He screams like a little girl and disappears from the bar altogether. You, Sam, and Dean laugh as if you’re friends and that was the funniest shit ever.

“I like her. Let’s keep her,” Dean declares.

“Dude, she’s not a dog.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Come on, we got a hunt to get to.”

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[sixeyescurseuser]

(Headcanon)

Thinking about Shoko who gets hella confused when she interacts with men who aren’t Gojo or Geto, aka gay icons. She just spends so much time with those fools, who are admittedly quite entertaining to watch. 

Shoko will observe hetero men and wonder: “Huh, why don’t they put their hands on their hips? Not sassy enough…”

Or, “He’s talking on the phone without bending his neck at a 90° angle?”

Or, “Man, this guy is like a rock. So expressionless.”

Shoko sees the str8 guys’ pants and thinks: “Not skinny jeans, but also not those billowy loose pantaloons…”

Plus, getting str8 men to engage in actual conversation can be a PAIN. Why don’t they reciprocate basic questions? Would it kill them to add inflection to their tone, or give more than two-sentence answers?

Meanwhile, Gojo and Geto never stop talking. They have the innate skill of arguing about the dumbest shit. They’re loud af too. Shoko frequently has to tell them to shut the fuck up.  

At first, Geto will be like, “Satoru, we need to lower our voices,” but then he gets too heated in proving his point and forgoes his manners. Gojo simply has no problem egging Geto on, nor speaking whatever comes to his mind.

***

During one of the goodwill exchange events, Gojo and Geto grew bored and began competing against each other. Even the Kyoto guys, who are rugged and masculine by traditional standards, have to veer out of the way to avoid their path of destruction. 

No one stands a chance against the gays.

(Gojo, jumping out of the way when Geto sends a tornado kick: “Woah! That made your ass look good, Suguru!”

Geto rolls his eyes and continues to try to beat this loser. 

Moments later, Yaga-sensei broadcasts to the  entire arena, yelling at his students to, “Quit fighting each other - you do enough of that already - and focus on the competition!”

Gojo tackles Geto while yelling: “Suguru started it!”

Geto yanks on Gojo’s hair. “Satoru you fucking LIAR!”)

***

Then, there’s conversations that make it clear to Shoko that despite being able to start a podcast each time they open their mouths, having interesting fashion, or flaunting undeniable charisma and fuck-you-you’re-irrelevant energy, the gays still have their shit to figure out. 

Meaning, they should really kiss. Each other. 

That will happen in due time, Shoko is sure.

For now, she’ll enjoy the entertainment the strongest pair insist on showcasing - for free - every day. 

(Gojo, rubbing his full tummy after devouring an all-you-can-eat buffet: "Guys, I’m pregnant.”

Shoko turns to Geto. “Congrats.”

“Damn,” Geto says without missing a beat. He glances at Gojo with soft eyes. “But we used a condom.”

Gojo nudges Geto with his shoulder, then gazes up at Geto over the rims of his black shades. “I poked holes in it beforehand. Didn’t think it’d actually take though…”

They continue like that for a sickeningly long time, fabricating an entire story full of scandalous decisions and questioning family-planning. 

Shoko doesn’t comment on their bright, pink cheeks by the end of it.)

*** w/ @no-one-says-hi

[diordisordered]

I want to dress in Jirai kei but I feel like I am too fat and old to dress like that even though I live the lifestyle (not on purpose I have just been self destructive since I was 12)and have been consuming everything about it for a while(only because I have nothing else to do). There is a small amount of happiness I can get in my life and it is by dressing like that but I feel like I am not allowed to or else people will ridicule me more than when I wear skinny jeans and I hate myself and I hate my life and I hate my body and I feel like nothing really matters anyways

[hollowstarsaga]

A Dark and Hollow star head cannons

Vehan plays Guitar, you cannot tell me otherwise, he learned every single Taylor Swift song before anything else and, his second favorite artist is Noah Kahan.

Nausicaa doesn't listen to heavy metal like we'd all expect, she listens to movie soundtracks, mainly Disney (and she's a descendants girly, she'd also love Barbie).

Arlo has very specific talents that are useful in the weirdest situations, like she'd be able to turn a pen into a weapon of sorts because she was bored in class one day.

Celadon hates skinny jeans but if he hears anyone say "no one looks good in skinny jeans" he will become said no one out of pure pettiness.

you cannot tell me Aurelian doesn't listen to Hozier, he would have a shrine of that man, and he also sometimes listen to Noah Kahan and when he a Vehan share headphones they listen to his songs (specifically Maine iykyk).

Arlo and Celadon have extremely niche inside jokes, they will just say a word randomly and die of laughter with everyone else confused.

Nausicaa hates Lego because its a children's toy she cannot do, she'd only good at destruction, so she's great a Jenga, because she knows the exact breaking point and how to give that to someone else.

Monopoly nights with the gang end up with a lot of regretted bets, Vehan is the main victim of this as he has never won a bet and ended up in a lot of dresses and full glam make-up.

Arlo can roller skate. Celadon can ice skate. Vehan and Aurelian can skate board. Nausicaa can so anything out of sheer spite.

Theo will often pull pranks on the group, Arlo and Vehan will pull extremely intricate pranks back looping everyone else into it.

They have power point nights. Sometimes it's just Celadon judging everyone's relationships.

Nausicaa will dance to Disney movie soundtracks, she'll go running through fields to "touch the sky" from Brave.

Vehan was taught to ride horses and can do wildly outlandish things on a horse like backflip off but never actually land it and Aurelian hates it.

Celadon uses glasses as a fashion accessory but he fully pranked the internet once to believe he was short sighted.

Vehan and Arlo will both just get up at like 2am and start doing homework even if its due the next week.

[muiltifandomnerd]

Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 11: Strife

Hyun PoV

I woke up from my sleep, and I saw my hair in a mess in the mirror. I look at my mirror and see a reflection of myself. I took my hairbrush and brushed my long black hair. Messy hair is so annoying, but luckily I know how to use the brush. Once that is done, I put on toothpaste from my mouth and brush it for 2 minutes. I had to spit out the toothpaste outside my tent, camping sucks. I can't wait to be done with this quest and Ben this potion. I was lucky that Reyna and Chika didn't try to kill him as a werewolf or else he would have never been cured.

I look in the mirror to admire my good looks with my charming green eyes and my long well-toned legs that make the boys drool. I also like how my breasts are developed; with it being c cup and firm. I found a cute violet frilly skirt that stops at my midthigh and a dark pink top, which I decided to put on. I admit, that I like to admire myself, maybe that's why it takes a while to get ready. I grab the blasted magical sonar radar from my pouch that I got from Alabaster, and I cast the location spell on it to locate Eris and Enyo. Eris and Enyo will be tough to deal with, but I do think we can get the job done if Chika can control Gaia. Don’t let floral dresses and her doe-like eyes fool you, she is very dangerous. Possibly the most dangerous child of Demeter, luckily, she’s a bit inexperienced, so she won’t get in my way.

As I walked out of my tent, Chika and Reyna were waiting for me. I see Chika with a hairband, a green top, and shorts. She has short raven-colored hair, eyes that are the color of tree bark, soft smooth lips that don't show any signs of dryness, an athletic figure with a decent amount of muscles all over her body, and a similar height to me. Reyna is wearing a purple shirt that says 'SPQR' and jeans. Reyna is a gorgeous woman with bronze skin, long glossy hair that is tied in a perfect braid, a face that can be sculpted in a statue, eyes that are as dark as ink, muscular arms that show the SPQR tattoo that we got from camp, and she is an inch taller than Chika and me. I'm not going to lie, both Chika and Reyna are gorgeous in their way.

"You ready to find Eris and Enyo? "Reyna asks with her arms crossed. Reyna needs to relax and take a long vacation. I can tell that Reyna has some dark circles around her eyes and she looks wearily and a bit unsure of herself. This is the first time I see Reyna being exhausted, I always thought she was perfect. I guess fighting your mother will take a toll on your mental health.

“Yeah, I just did the location spell on the sonar. Now, Chika will Gaea bring out Limos, Oizys, and Moros when the time comes?” I asked her, and Chika took a short breath.

"Yes, I did explain yesterday that Gaia blackmailed them to help us," Chika says in a tired tone, damn it seems both Chika and Reyna didn't sleep well. Eris and Enyo will take advantage of their exhaustion.

I look at the sonar and the dark red and purple dots are right near our location. It's like Eris and Enyo are tracking us. Suddenly Chika starts puking golden dust from her mouth. Reyna looks concerned for Chika while she is puking dust. I'm even shocked that you can puke up dust instead of vomit. Suddenly the huge golden dust that Chika puked up changes into three humanoid forms: one becomes the skinny old lady, the second becomes the scarlet-haired woman, and the last one becomes the pale-haired man with a black shirt that says 'Doom'.

"That was horrible, I'm glad we are out of the blasted demigod's body. Eris will have to pay for given false promises for ultimate destruction." The elderly skinny woman shouted in a loud voice.

"I agree niece, your mother will pay but we have no choice but to those demigod brats, or else the Earth will consume us," The scarlet-hair woman says as she smooths out the golden dust from her black dress.

"I sense our dear sister's presence nearby and her partner as well." Moros looks around the sky and his head moving twisting in 360 degrees like an owl. The three gods run in one direction to the forest. How rude, they didn't wait for us so we had to chase after them. This quest is annoying because now we are chasing gods. As we followed them to an isolated area of the forest, I heard a chuckle and a whistle. It still feels like last night even though the sky is blue and sunny, the sunlight highlights the leaves' colors, and the air is all chilly and windy. A vulture landed at a log and I swear it looked at us like prey when the vulture did a cruel smirk.

"Welcome dear Demigods, and of course dear siblings and daughter, "The vulture says in a malicious tone, and suddenly the vulture is changing into a woman with black wings, a leather jacket, black jeans with holes, a basic red t-shirt, and the woman wears a similar mischievous smirk that Ben wears whenever he pranks the bullies. There is no doubt about it, this woman is Eris, Goddess of Discord.

“You like my entrance. Btw Daughter of Bellona, your mother in Greek form is waiting for you at the area next to me." Eris points northwest of the forest and Reyna just follows where Eris is pointing it without consulting Chika and I. Chika tries to run after Reyna but Eris steps in front of Chika and pushes her down.

"This is a showdown between mother and daughter. Enyo is feeling sentimental today and she just wants to spend some quality time with her daughter, even though she is a daughter of her Roman counterpart, Bellona. It is hard to keep track of split identities and their brood. I'm glad that you are not in our dear aunt's belly anymore Oizys, Moros, and Limo" Eris says in a sickening childish tone.

“Eat Shit Eris, you promise us that we could cause havoc without the interference of the Olympians, and you didn’t warm us about the Earth Mother.” The scarlet-haired woman, Oizys, angrily pointed her stygian-iron blade at Eris.

“Oh Please Oizys, you didn't ask and even if I did mention our aunt, you would still want to follow my plan anyway. So can you be a good little girl and shut up like a pamper little doll." Eris says mocking her while she shakes her butt and dances like a lunatic. This goddess is probably on crack or she's just an immortal bitch, how is Ben related to her?

“It’s really easy Daughter of Trivia, my precious boy takes after his sweet momma. My Roman form, Discordia decides to take over and put a baby in her tum-tum. I'm pretty sure you lot know how a woman can get pregnant." Eris chuckles and dances around like she's in la-la land.

"Mother, can you stop embarrassing me? I'm your daughter and yet I'm more mature than you." The elderly goddess, Limos, moves her head down and sighs.

"Never," Eris says defiantly like a middle-schooler. Why do we have to be stuck with the most childish goddess in existence? Moros is just sitting there and watching Eris making a fool of herself. Oizys decides to attack Eris with her sword and Eris has been dodging all her strikes. I got out my bow and started shooting poison arrows around Eris while she was busy fighting Oizys. Eris manipulated the shadows around the area to destroy all of my arrows and then tied Oizys with the shadows like a rope.

"One dumb sister down and two demigods to go. Moros and Limos you are welcome to fight because I need entertainment." Eris chuckles and is proud of her tying up Oizys.

Limos decides to destroy the trees with a flip of her waist and decides to claw at her mother like a madwoman. Eris is just laughing and dodging like it was all a game to her. Eris is just distracting us this whole time, she not taking us seriously. Reyna is the one in real danger and we must figure out a way to defeat Eris. Chika gets out her scythe from her pouch and she helps Limos with attacking Eris. Both Limos and Chika coordinate their attacks, Limos keeps Eris on the defense by attacking her from a frontal position while Chika attacks her on the sides. They managed to do some damage but Eris just continued laughing like a mad woman.

"Enough of this sister, this whole scheme of yours is dumb. I thought that we would have a fun time, but this whole situation is just boring. I will end you quickly. Daughter of Demeter and Daughter of Trivia, you must find a way to bind her while I will fight her." Moros says in a low, bored tone while he prepares his sword and begins attacking her. He manages to stab Eris at her legs and Eris shouts in pain.

"You Bastard, you stab my legs. I am so telling Mother and Father. AHHHH FUCKKKK!!!!!" Eris kept on grunting in pain and swearing every cuss word in existence. Now is our shot to defeat her, we can do this. Chika and I nod to each other as we silently plan to defeat this infuriating goddess. I chanted in Latin to summon a huge magical fireball while Chika touched the ground to make all the grass and roots grow around Eris.

"WAIT Daughter of Demeter, did you know that you have been working with a traitor this whole time," Eris shouted, and suddenly the roots and grass were consumed by Eris's shadows.

"What are you talking about Eris?" Chika asks in uncertainty. Damn it Chika not now, Eris could expose my past to her right now. I still concentrated on the fireballs, and I launched them toward Eris, but then her shadow traveled away from the attack and was now in front of Chika.

"Your pal, the one that tries to shoot a fireball at me, was once part of the Titan Army. Ironically, Camp Jupiter's idol has been a secret traitor this whole time. Many boys and girls fell for her while she had been carrying assignments for the Titan Army for years. Tell me, Daughter of Demeter, what makes you think that she hasn't planned on killing you once this quest is over." Eris walks predatory towards Chika while she is stunned by the news. Moros and Limos try to attack Eris one more time, but she dodges their attacks by jumping over them.

“It’s true demigod, go ahead and ask your friend over there” Eris points towards me. This goddess exposes my past towards Chika, I can’t turn back now. I will need to figure out a way to shut Eris up and just lie about it. I don’t want to fight Chika and Reyna

"Hyun….Is this true?" Chika asks with a stutter and her eyes tearing up. Eris just laughs manically and just starts walking away from the scenery. Limos and Moros just stopped attacking Eris and removed the shadow bounds of Oizys.

“Took you guys long enough to free me from Eris binding. So are we still helping the brats?” Oizys asked in confusion.

"Eris is not doing anything anymore; she just dragged us along just to screw with some demigods. What a letdown! We fulfill our oaths for the Earth Mother, and now we can travel back to help Mother recover. You had your fun Eris, now let’s leave.” Moros says agitated. Wow!!!!! Those three gods that Gaia got to help us are just so useless.

"Yes, Yes, Yes we should probably go back to the Mansion Of Night, I can feel Father calling us over now. I was having with those little girls. Come, siblings and daughter, we must attend to Darkness's needs." Eris walks with her hand in her pockets while the other three deities follow her.

"Wait aren't you going to help us fight Eris like you promised to Gaia?" I ask Moros, Limos, and Oizys as they continue to walk together with Eris.

"Didn't you hear what I just said demigod, you already fulfill our obligations to the Earth Mother? Eris is done making trouble for you lot, you should be grateful that we don't kill you girls for where you stand. You should focus on the Daughter of Demeter." Moros points at Chika still shell-shocked from the revelation of my post. Moros, Oizys, Eris, and Limos begin to shadow travel away.

"COME BACK YOU COWARDS!!!!!!!!" I shouted and I fired arrows like crazy, but those four gods were gone.

“Damn it Chika, we could have beat Eris if you had just focused on trapping her. Instead, you just stand there, letting Eris get in your head with her lies.”I shouted at her.

Chika gives me a frosty glare and I feel the ground freeze up and the temperature going down.

“You still haven’t answered my question. Is it true that you murder campers for the Titan Army?" Chika says coldly and holds her scythe ready to attack me.

“Why do you care so much? You weren’t even there during the conflict. You were busy having a cozy life.” I say in frustration while I prepare my bow at her. Chika is becoming a problem now. That stupid goddess, Eris, must ruin everything. Damn it, Chika and I could have been friends. I can feel the grass and some branches rotting away while Chika's pupils are becoming green like yesterday when she goes all crazy and munchs on Oizys, Moros, and Limos. I don't think I'm talking to Chika, I think Gaia is processing now at this moment. I must deal with Chika quickly so that I can give this potion to Ben.

“You didn’t deny killing campers at all, so Eris must be right after all. I have been friends with a murderer the whole time. Reyna and I trusted you and treated you like our friend. I will end you and I will let Reyna know that you have killed her friends.” Chika said and she ran up to me, preparing to strike me down while I dropped my bow and I grabbed my secret knife that I had hidden during the quest. This knife is dosed with lethal toxins that can destroy the immune system of a monster. I have no choice but to fight her, I must win for Ben’s sake.

[ebongawk]

5, 17 & 27, please!

5. favorite form of potato?

I'm a lover of all potato but if I absolutely have to pick I'm gonna go with hashbrowns. don't cancel me, hear me out: it's both soft like a mashed potato but fried like french fries. it's the perfect balance.

17. an anxious compulsion you do every day?

LUCKILY my anxiety doesn't manifest as anything self-destructive but I get made fun of a lot for this way that I stand?? idek how to describe it, it's: feet crossed at the ankle (or one leg bent with my foot pressed against the other leg's knee), one arm pulling a t-rex, the other draped over the top of my head with my wrist kind of twirling. it's my thinking pose.

27. what's your favorite or go-to outfit?

lmao so I am not fashion-savvy; I don't own a lot of clothes, and half of those are loungewear. I guess my go-tos are: black skinny jeans, plain white t-shirt, and a cardigan with gray Van's OR sage green skinny jeans, a pink tank top, and pink Van's (for summer bc I do not wear shorts)

weirdly specific asks!

[everythingbutresolved]

The Worst Haim Fic Ever

Fictional!Hamish Linklater x f!reader

Rating: Horny Teenager

Summary: Let's break the writing dry spell with something so bad it will self destruct when you have finished reading it shall we?

Warnings: Grammar? What is it? Abuse of Zeta Gen talk. Reader is a a hamfam mutual and Haim has several nicknames, gratuitous descriptions of the male body, unprotected sex, moron dirty talk.

Notes: Thank you so much for the love in the past year, I'm trying to love back and be more productive, I just wanted to share the silliest thing that popped in my mind...enjoy ���

ur sitting at home in ur pjs all comfy with half edible left from the tray you baked for the weekend.

Ur dog and you are watching netflix eating only red m&m’s talking to the friendz in your phone when u hear a knock at ur door. u get up and spill all the candies on the floor but don’t worry cuz u already gulped down all the red and yellow choco, but carry your puppy with u because you didnt order anything from amazong in like 3 days so your four legged friend might have to scare an intruder. u open the door and it’s the hottest man ever

 Hummus Longlater

u almost drop on your butt bcz you were just talking to your mutuals in barks and meows how much u need to climb that human palmtree covered in chocolate fudge. U say “Drop gorgeous Daddy Legend wtf ya doin here?” But that piece of licorice bats his eye hair so quickly u fall back on the couch while ur doggo goes and pack his toys cuz he's going with him.

“Hey babygirl” Hamosh sais, leaning on ur doorframe, revealing he is wearing nothing but a white vest two sizes down a toddler and the tightest jeans ever sold by those gud bois at Levi’s. A “Look I know I’m your bias and that I always munch on it, and finally my Zaddy whiskers r too drenched in fandom juice to keep ignoring them. The fire has spread and reached my cheeks missus.”

ur like “omg !! Im not wearing any makeup!! Or pants!! Oh skinny legend u’re so father, periodt!!!”  but he just lafs at that because tahts what he likes about u. “ya girl i know thats why im heer. I’m mad lit on god no god no cap. Drip drip. I heard u enjoy eating junk food and getting your junk food ate out. Do u wanna rip my pants and eat me up gurl? Leave no crumbs baby.”

And saying that he loafs in to your house, tripping over doggo when he refuses to hover his naked feet. “i like your trash panda” “don’t scratch him under his ear or he’ll hump ur leg till tomorrow” U say before smushing your face into his. He smells like old spice and tastes like pumpkin donut and matcha latte. You untangle your tongues only to ask “Hammac glorious, your foot is always on my neck daddy, but I have to ask, r u real or is the weed they sold me pretty fire?”

Ur pup gives you  stern look and plops on his furry ass and ur sure he says “human im petotaly serious don0t parse this or ill foist on you three gens of my litters – mine and the raccoon that lives under the porch”

Himbo grabs ur sweaty ass and says “The way u scratch ur armpits called me like a charm and i just had to come get a taste of this sweet sweet potato couch.” He stretches his vest over his head, his eyes are the color of the hazelnut frosted chocolate brownie you had this morning. “well? U got me like La-La-La baby, wanna sit on my face or what ?”“duh,” u spit, moving puppy aside. “I love you down Mr. H” His chest is smooth with baby oil when you slide ur hands on it. He has huge hands that scoop under ur ass and throw you on the bed and rip of your pjs. Ur android goes flying out the pocket, probsbly never to be seen again. U have the time to chant “You’r our beloved, and u have us in a chokehold!” then is on top of you fast, pinnning you to the bed, slopply groping under ur shirt for ur boobs that bounce boobily. He chokes u with his socks that smells like socks but u kinda think thats hot. His jeans sway to the floor and skitter away, leaving him in his boxers he got for christmas in 2003. His heft is huge, huger than his hands. It snaps the elastic and elicopter it for a ful minute until u’re hypnotized. “dont worry babygurl this will help u get it all in” he grabs ur legs and throws them over his shoulder and massages ur pussy until u scream and snatch his fingers up your coochie like the dyson ur mom gave u for xmas.

“omg Mr. H that was nom-nom delish how r u so good at pumpussy??!” you gasp gasplessly

“since I’m in my assembly period my strengths multiplied, now I can make u cum with just a flex of my massive eyebrows watch this” and with that he hoola-hoops his hairy caterpillars and makes u *O* a few more times “ r u ready baby gril?”

“yes Zaddy!” 

He likes that. He ate that up a compliment and had u GAG, while ur cunt eats it all up. U can see urself cumming in the reflex of his caramel pudding eyes. He moans so loud the neighbors think ur killing someone and get more popcorns. U scream obscenities and fuck and cum and fuck and cum all over the apartment. Ur doggo has found ur phone and is taking a video to send ur besties later. The couch rols over from so much fuckng and cumming. Hammamet keeps gong flexing his infinite thighs becuz yours gave up. He doesn't unload until the very end when he climbs on the bedframe and showers u singing Sweet Home Carolina. U almost drown.

“wow mr Hamigo thank u” u say. Talking makes cum gush off ur hair

“ur welcom. Btw I gotta go now.” He swishes in his jeans like a well grased seal and moves to ur side of the bed. U start crying for the sudden loss of his massive cock. “Hamandbacon I thought you were different but ur like everyone else, mid.”

He looks into ur eyes and lovingly swipes some cum from your face.

“I don’t get it. I just gave u the best camping of ur life”

“And now ur fleeing”  

He lafs u off “I have 47 more friendly stops after this, don’t be greedy babgurl” U bat ur sticky palms with joy, meanwhile your familiar retrieves ur phone for U so you can give a head up to your mutuals – get ready with water and lube.

@littleredwritingcat this is for you bestie

Randy tag @supplanther @plainlo-inthemorning @girlwiththenegantattoo @agirlinherhead @madsmilfelsen @aherdofbees @chronic-ghost @ebiemidnightlibrarian @pegplunkett @jyngerpeach and more

[gsohb]

Hip-Hop Royalty: Capital Steez

"Dear diary, what a day it's been." - from Free The Robots

Prior to 2023, if you had asked me who Capital Steez was, I honestly would've drawn a blank.

This isn't a note on the ferocious talent of this young man, but more so an admission of how much of an old ass, I actually am.

But sure enough, in 2023, I became familiar with the music of Steez, and needless to say, I haven't stopped listening, since.

STEEZ was born Courtney Everald Dewar Jr. on July 7th, 1993 in Brooklyn, New York (city). He attended the well known Edward R. Murrow High School.

According to his wiki, STEEZ was a happy kid. Always with a smile on his face, he would don a short afro and skinny jeans.

During the late 2000's, STEEZ co-founded the PRO ERA rap collective with childhood friend and fellow rapper Joey Badass.

Have you ever heard of the Beast Coast Movement? Well, it was (and is) a thing.

Beast Coast Movement

Apparently it was a term that STEEZ used to describe the musical conglomerate that was PRO ERA, Flatbush Zombies, and The Underachievers.

Unfortunately, on December 23rd, 2012, Courtney ended his life.

But, I don't want this entire to piece to be about his passing. I would like to discuss his talent and legacy left on hip hop.

Lol! Apparently, he had a sense of humor, too.

His Music

I always know when a song, particularly a rap song is good, because I'll be listening to it, and say, "This is what I'm talking about!"

It's like when you've been looking for a particular brand of butter for months. Yeah, the others are good and get the job done, but THIS kind of butter makes food fun and nutritious.

That's the feeling I got when I first listened to Apex.

First what I love about this video is how fun it is. I appreciate the jovial, fun energy that's only complimented by half serious, half jokey lyrics.

Maybe I'm biased, because this is one of my favorite types of rap styles.

Also, do you hear that beat?

Another one I really enjoy listening to is Free The Robots.

Okay, first of all. THIS VIDEO.

This video definitely is giving me liminal space vibes. Anyone else? No?

I really appreciate how there's different clips, and videos from different sources. Feels like STEEZ was trying to convey a message with all the clips arranged like so.

Now, with the music: I feel hypnotized. Just listening to this makes me feel dreamy, but also really really dreary. You ever seen Requiem For A Dream? | Yeah, that kind of dreamy/dreary.

Which is coincidental, because throughout the song, STEEZ mentions how destructive drugs have been to him personally and the world at large.

Free The Robots

STEEZ also touches on politics, very heavily here, such as 9/11 and certain ways he'd like past presidents to be dealt with. :)

AmeriKKKan Korruption | King Capital

STEEZ posing with left hand over left eye, while draped in a large American flag.

So, there is an album.

Or rather, a mixtape.

Capital STEEZ had released a solo mixtape titled AmeriKKKan Korruption, on April 7th, 2012.

The mixtape contained a total of 14 tracks, although a number of other rappers, producers and PRO ERA members have graciously contributed to its track count.

After his passing, in 2013 there had been an announcement by friend and fellow rapper Joey Badass that a posthumous album, titled King Capital would be released. While a song did come of it (King Steelo), the album King Capital would never actually be released.

On January 2nd, 2018, Joey Badass stated to fans that due to legalities, the album's release would be delayed to later that year.

As of 2024, the project King Capital is still unreleased.

His Legacy

I'm not sure what things would have looked like for STEEZ had he survived throughout the years.

What I will say, is that a talent and voice like he had is desperately needed now. In fact, maybe STEEZ's energy is still alive and well in some other rapper who just may have the talent, but hasn't been tweeted about by XXL.

Maybe we need to begin searching out talented artists, and boosting them up ourselves.

Also, it goes without mentioning, that it was said that STEEZ had been dealing with some emotional battles. I want to say that if you find yourself dealing with emotional, mental issues, getting help doesn't make you weak.

But taking your life doesn't make you weak either. It just means the help you needed didn't arrive on time.

God bless everyone, and long live STEEZ.

[daddygrimes]

Hello I saw your response to my question about match-ups! Tysm and i'm excited to see who your going to match me with! I hope this isn't too long!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Lincoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider I looked up pictures of spiders today and I almost died.

A/n: I know, I know... It's been a long ass time. But I'm gonna catch up with it all now 😭 Forgive me

I ship you with Negan Smith!

Negan would be interested in getting to know you, for sure. He'd keep his guard up at first and wait for you to slip up in some way so he could play a messed up game of cat and mouse with you. When he realizes that you have a sharp wit, and aren't afraid of standing up for yourself, he'd be pretty infatuated.

He digs a reckless girl, but he wants to be the most reckless thing in her life.

Before you became a thing, you had been friends. Because of the same personality type, you got along like a house on fire. Negan has always treated you like an equal and someone worthy of his time. You could sit in his makeshift office for hours discussing things you’ve never thought you’d discuss with anyone. That made you feel closer to him than any friend you ever had. It was your favorite place to hang out when there was nothing to do around the Sanctuary.

Negan loves everything about you, from your tiny freckles and eyes he couldn’t stop staring at to your grungy style and wild hair that seemed to swallow his fingers whenever he tried to pass them through and unravel some of the tangles.

Negan would dig your look but he would want you to be a little more confident and not have such a low opinion of yourself.

Keep the flannels and hoodies coming. He finds a chill girl hella sexy.

The fact that you were shorter than he was made him feel like you were fragile. It made you look less intimidating and softer than any other woman in the sanctuary, which Negan wasn’t used to. Maybe you weren't a princess that needed protecting, but he wanted to be your knight in shining armor. The fact that you were clumsy and seemed to goof around even when there was no time and place for that made him want to ensure you were always safe even more. He wouldn’t be able to live through losing you just because he wasn’t careful enough and let you run around by yourself in the middle of the apocalypse.

You never seemed to care about what people thought of you, even though Negan did. He loved how you didn't seem to be bothered by anyone. And when somebody got under your skin, you did not hesitate to shut it down, earning yourself a round of applause from your man if he was around to see it. He let you handle stuff like that and only interrupted when things started getting out of hand.

Negan would appreciate seeing that feisty, stubborn side come out when you need to defend yourself or someone you care about.

But he wouldn't like seeing you destroy yourself. He'd try to nudge you into being more vulnerable and open about your emotions. And he would do a damn good job of it.

He’d be your rock, someone you could go to with your worst problems. He knew exactly how it felt to think you were constantly fucking up, always not good enough. He was there for you. You knew he would support you through anything.

Negan would like the southern twang in your voice. He finds it endearing as hell.

He would be amused by the fact that you find smelling cigarette smoke comforting, but he'd want to make sure you don't pick up the habit as well. He'd want to make sure you don't fall into that old family pattern of smoking. He'd do anything to keep you from smoking. He doesn't want you to shorten your life even more.

Negan would dig the fact that you like swimming. He'd enjoy taking you for a swim.

He'd love that you like horror movies and rainy days. Rain reminds him of the storm inside himself.

That 80s 90s rock though, that would impress Negan tremendously.

Negan would mock you a little for your fear of spiders, but in a lighthearted way.

After he was done laughing, he would remind you that he's the big scary one, and you don't have to be afraid of spiders when he's around.

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taylor shopping at the saint laurent store

los angeles, ca // april 7, 2016

skinny jeans

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Introducing: Heather Cohen

Fandom: Marvel

Face Claim: Minka Kelly

Full Name: Heather Lindsey Cohen

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Lady Peace

Age: 31

Myers Briggs Type: ISFP

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Powers/Abilities: Flight, Air Manipulation, Sleep Inducement

Love Interest: Clint Barton

Occupation: Aeronautical Engineer

Collections: Model Airplanes

Style/Clothing: Cozy and casual is what Heather typically prefers. Warm sweaters and cute cardigans are basically staples for her in colder months, and tank tops and skinny jeans in warmer months.

Signature Quote: "No matter how much good I do, I’ll never be able to outrun the destruction I caused."

Plot Summary: Once employed by NASA for her brilliance in her field, Heather Cohen was fired when a psychotic break coincided with her latest technological development misfired and cost the lives of three people. She was then institutionalized for two years before returning to society. That’s when SHIELD sought her out. Hesitant to return to her work for fear of hurting others, it took her some time to accept their offer, but now she works side by side with the Avengers, and sees a way to make up for her past, by engineering her own super suit and becoming Lady Peace.

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Hey so this is the actual match-up request....I accidentally hit the copy and paste button on the other....sorry about that again but anyways may I please have a Walking dead and Twilight match-up? Tysm in advance and sorry again.....

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising Personality Type: ENTP Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

Hi there!

I am glad, we found each other again, after all this time :D I read it and instantly thought of two people - so here they come:

I ship you with Daryl Dixson!

I just wanna say: Face palm. Always. He watches you and sees what you do and just face palms.

He ist legit done with you.

He does not understand how you have not died yet. But he still gives his best to ensure that you - in fact - don't die.

No, honestly, he loves you. You have character. A hard shell, just like him but behind that, you have so much personality and he feels honored to be at your side.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't want do push you off a building when you - again - fight with Rick about stupid things or when you attack Negan again. And again.

I also ship you with Emmett Cullen!

Do I even have to say something about it?

You two would be the chaos couple. The CC.

Emmett finds you absolutley funny and incredibly stunning. And it often leads from a silly prank against each other or against other family members to some 18+ stuff.

I don't even know that to add anymore, because you two are a perfect match. Absolutly funny, strange and living their best life even through all the ups and downs.