#esylwen says things

[esylwen]

the naomi watts quote is a joke. it's clickhole

i had to search what clickhole meant lmao

to be completly honest with you, i was talking more about the people i know (or see everyday) who don't explain what sex is to their children than reacting to what she supposedly had said (i don't even know who she is tbh 💀). i just took the opportunity to do so in the tags of this post just because i had many thoughts about this lol

i know people who literally put their kids in front of animals breeding and told them that's what sex was 🥲

anyway! thank you for telling me anon, i can at least tag it correctly now, so people who know who she is won't believe it's an actual quote :]

[esylwen]

omg thank youu @ttakinou and @jschllatt! ily both so much 🥺💕💕💕 you're the cool ones 😎

@scare-crowed @etherealexsistence @yamturds @ and the rest of my beloved mutuals <33

artemis-is-god:

altacid:

altbasil:

b3l0v3ds:

mcyt-sh1t:

midnigth-thoughts:

simpingforreynarameriz:

incorrectinfinity:

ddepressedbookworm:

nikeopolis:

damhalfblood:

doritosandbluethings:

badassgemini:

mseducation:

electronicgentlemencrusade:

intokook:

sinpiesinpie:

biaswreckingfics:

trashlord-007:

gamity:

but sir that’s my emotional support mutual who’s way cooler than me that i can’t believe actually follows me 

@myeoning-call @exogotmeoncrack @rosy-wooyoung @dazedaurora @gustingirl @biaswreckingfics @hwa-luvs

Me @ you 🥺🥺

And also @naturalogre @yeongwvnhi @writeformesinpie @kpop—scenarios @making-me-blush @ninibears-erigom @skittlez-area512 @nothingbutadeadesceane

I dunno how this happened but like… uwu ❤❤

@biaswreckingfics but you are the coolest person I know 🥺🥰

Tagging my fav people 🤗🥰

@maliceinborderland @brainwashedkittenstuff @scrumptious-milkshake @exogotmeoncrack @geminirules @hangsxng @intokook @jisumngie @kevin-moons @likeawatercolourpainting @lgkaupk @myeoning-call @moon-typewriter @smiling-yuta @ttoya @treasuretaeil @beetlemars

Awww thanks so much!

@bluejaem @whiteprincessofnohr @oifelixcmerebrou @kunrengui @yuniixoxo @jaeminpeachy @kooala @hwiseungs @mieohmy @jaehyunssslut @localbaeks @cupidluvstarrz @i-have-no-jams-yuh @kiri-ah @bbyjjaeng @electronicgentlemencrusade @channoticedmeuwu @chweing–gum @twilightkoo-bangtan @wonciel-main

Thank you so much Naba!!! Also, I’m not cool you’re the cool one here love!!

@no-real-talent @p2q3r4 @cirishere @fandom-food-fire @aixy-hpsa @intokook @bluejaem @bangtan-babies @mseducation @goodvibecorner @glamorousbtslover @inkwicke @kurohiraeth @angeljinnie

THAMK RIGHT BACK AT YOU

@jacquessouvenier @leestillyeetschappal @mydogisgaytoo @kurohiraeth @badassgemini @your-local-bi-disaster <333

Ily/p fank<3

@doritosandbluethings @justadreamyhufflepuff @klutzyfox @shat-needs-to-fucking-sleep @samalaingik @leestillyeetschappal @mydogisgaytoo @do-gay-dont-be-crime

You’re definitely cooler my dude but thanks <33

@damhalfblood @leestillyeetschappal @kurohiraeth @arbitreneart @queerquintessence @cipher-dorito @herondalesunsetcurve @kurohiraeth @mseducation you guys are way too cool to be following me <33

no way- you’re like wayyy cooler than me

@simpingforreynarameriz @simpingforwillsolace @leidiosyncraticone @nikeopolis @justmemyselfandthefridge @crzyprsn42 @simpingforpjo @olive2608

Are you kidding me kleo like seriously?? Me? Cool? Nah fam

@leidiosyncraticone @justmemyselfandthefridge @simpingforwillsolace @simpingforreynarameriz @simpingforpjo @mseducation @starviki @mydogisgaytoo @adoginthemanger @klutzyfox @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @holding-infinity-and-a-book @theonewithtoomuchdrama @whythefuckdoiexist @thebigqueer @glittering-galaxy-grapes @glitter-and-popcorn @mellifluous-cosmos @marleyynotbob @thewhiteladyofrohan @dragon-slayer-fairy1 @paynomindtomyidiocy @i-am-darth-feanor @anotherteenageroninternet @ddepressedbookworm @do-gay-dont-be-crime @leestillyeetschappal @kurohiraeth @raven-of-the-night @rainbowsnowflake @vanini-head @ohboyimadeactivate <3

KDHJSJD THANKS @nikeopolis

So many people are gonna be tagged twice

@strawberry-cupcake @i-forgot-my-dam-name-okay @incorrectinfinity @onlypanickedqueerness @ofbooksandstardust @oh-my-tatoes @thechickenofthenuggie @thehornoftheunicorn @simpingforreynarameriz @satans-poptarts @smol-evil-gremlin @papa-antichrist @almost-correct-quotes @doritosandbluethings @the-demifrog-god @booksarealwaysbettersworlds-blog @damhalfblood @persephcned @arbitreneart @your-very-rude-neighborhood-ace @youranemicloser @all my other mutuals because my memory sucks :(

TYSM @ddepressedbookworm :D

@simpingforreynarameriz @simpingforwillsolace @light-em-up-shah @firerose @almost-correct-quotes @nothingtoseehd @all my other mutuals

@damhalfblood @nikeopolis @ddepressedbookworm @incorrectinfinity thank y‘all so much 💕💕💕 but i’m not cool at all in fact y’all are wayyyyyyy cooler than me

@leidiosyncraticone @natalie-being-the-bitch-she-is@justmemyselfandthefridge @midnigth-thoughts @satans-poptarts @nemu1415 @daughter-of-sunshine @simpingforwillsolace @simpingforpjo @onlypanickedqueerness @beautifulstarlight99 @bluevaldezinator @andrea-nikola-hugo-sage @verose-queen-of-hell @kurohiraeth @ the rest of my mutuals

i love you all 💕💕💕

THANK YOU @simpingforreynarameriz

@puki-guadiest-puki-tronuses @one-of-the-seven-deadly-sins @anotherteenageroninternet @natalie-being-the-bitch-she-is @mcyt-sh1t @justmemyselfandthefridge

THANK YOU @midnigth-thoughts BUT YALL ARE WAYYYYYYY COOLLER THEN ME

@b3l0v3ds @larrystylinsonuwu @dreamiewrites @ the rest of my mutuals :]

SOBS /POS this means very much

@basilly @inniterhq @sleepysoupi @dysfunctionalcrab @scare-crowed @sallysoot @pxint @theboywhocriedlupin @cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc @luvcherrie @myoirv @yamturds @jschllatt @finnwrld @brownz-suga @im-quite-a-mess @acidtabletz and the rest of my beloved mutuals

AWHH TY

@sleepysoupi @acidtabletz @artemis-is-god @thisisniss @strawberrymilkgeorge @helliontherapscallion @dreamerstreamer :3 and more!

WAIT IM GONNA CRYTY <33/pos

@sleepysoupi @artemis-is-god @mayasimagines @disastrousdream @yamturds @cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc + more <33

crying/pos,,, ily <33

@soupitblr @thisisniss @altbasil @takitalkstwomuch @alsostrawberry @dreamerstreamer @helliontherapscallion @yamturds + more :D

mwah mwah ily :,) right back at u pls 😣😣💕💕💕

@strawberrymilkgeorge @altbasil @thisisniss @altsuki @god1ngs @jschllatt @tinyegg @esylwen  :,) so many more,,, so little brain power sadly

[esylwen]

hi! i’m curious, as an intj what are some of your interests and hobbies?

hello! i have so many hobbies and interests and will probably forget some of them but i'll list the ones i can think of off the top of my head:

- reading in general is my top hobby. i generally prefer fictions books over non-fictions ones. i often read scientific articles too (bonus point if it's about mental illnesses or neurodivergence), manga etc

- learning new things

- psychology: human behavior is so fascinating to me. i really love to analyse people :]

- visiting museums

-knitting: i'm currently knitting a scarf (the easiest think to do when you're a beginner) and it's soo relaxing!

- cleaning, organizing stuff

- biology

- watching wildlife documentary

- baking

- taking walks

- archery: i stopped for lack of time but i'd love to pick it up this year

thanks for the ask :D

[esylwen]

Hello frien

I see your name in my notifs always and it makes me happy ☺️

I was wondering how to pronounce your @ ??

Omg hii :D

It makes me super happy to see you in my notifs too! 😊 I notice when I see the same persons in my notifs but always forget other do too lol

kinda feel dumb rn bc i don't know how to explain it?? The easiest way to put it would be... like how google translate pronounces it? in English (i'm sure it's really helpful)

[esylwen]

Tommyinnit: i'm not going to bomb the prison

Drista: i won't ever talk to you again

Tommyinnit:

Tomminnit: let's bomb the prison

[esylwen]

English is my comfort language 💜

It's just easier to think/talk about my feelings or convey my thoughts in English. It helps me to distance myself and not feel as overwhelmed I would have been if I talked in my first language.

Also I noticed people in English-speaking countries are more open about mental illnesses, mental health or their emotions in general. Whereas in my country, I wouldn't go as far as saying it's taboo, but it's really frowned upon.

I could be mistaken of course, it's just my point of view as a foreigner based on my experience irl and on social medias. Because even on social media, people of my country will talk in English to express their feelings and emotions, for fear of being judged or laughed at.

I talked about negative emotions but it's the same thing for positive ones!

I can express my platonic love, appreciation and support easily without seeming weird on here for example, but it would be considered improper, too much" and immature if I did the same in my native language.

They are inhibited and really judgmental here.

“you can’t forget your mother tongue” okay but have you considered bilinguals and polyglots whose first language isn’t english and whose development during adolescence was shaped by consuming content and media only in english and have ever since viewed that second language, foreign to their own, as a better outlet for their emotions and thoughts? as Yiyun Li said “it is hard to feel in an adopted language, yet impossible in my native language.”

[esylwen]

hello love! i'm sorry it took a little while but here's the link to your playlist :) i hope you enjoy!

THANK YOU SO MUCH HUN I LOVE IT 💕💖💝💗

there were some songs i knew and loved and many others i discovered thanks to you :] these melancholic songs are <33

[thegirlwiththepurpleguitar]

hey everyone

@esylwen is really cool

[esylwen]

Me, everytime Drista says something:

[esylwen]

I mean... 🤭🤭

whats your type?

Fictional men written by women.

[straighttohellbuddy]

you know me {Wilbur Soot} // 1

sigh no more

Summary: As much as you love your university dormmates, you wished they wouldn't try and wingman you every time you all went out together. The only thing that gets them and their good intentions off your back is telling them you're already seeing someone. What happens after that is at least partially their fault for misinterpreting your friendship with Wilbur... But it's also his for agreeing to go along with it when you ask, and it's definitely yours for not being more worried when he gleefully threatened to be the most embarrassing fake boyfriend the world has ever known. Need to Know: They/Them. Set late 2020ish?? University Student!Reader. childhood best friends with Wilbur.

{ masterlist }

A/N: 2452 words. so ive been struggling to exist lately which is why i haven't posted this earlier despite how much i love it. im not sure when the next parts will be though i have made a solid start for now, but i really do hope you enjoy this! solid feedback is also a fantastic motivator, so if you have any thoughts, feelings, or suggestions at all about what you might like to see in this story going futher, please let me know!! i hope you enjoy it <3 also im just gonna go ahead and say here that one of my favourite forms of intimacy is giving ur friends silly nicknames on messenger.

Warnings: References to drinking.

Taglist: @extremeloserr @ahsteriawrites @mishthemess @spencer-not-reid1 @esylwen @lovejoyenjoyer @harbingerofheartbreak @lavcha @axeofwars @hiredars0nist @boiled-onionrings @river-exe @artsycanongoer @ghostyv @mitbin24 @generalnav @raes-gay @btwimskyvv @midnightsky1213 @lastwandastan @alive-woman-sitting @musiclovebot

Taglist is always open! Feel free to message or comment if you’d like to be added! xx

Your class is running far later than you'd expected on a Friday afternoon when your phone starts blowing up with messages. You had only been at university for a few weeks but finally had managed to schedule time to hang out with Wilbur, and had wanted to show him around your new dorm, so messages from him were to be expected. As you check your phone, however, you realise you forgot to tell the rest of the people who lived in your dorm that he would be meeting you there.

[Y/N literally is this your man? Come collect him from the sofa if u know him or let me know if I should call campus security] Your Residential Advisor sends to your dorm's group chat along with one of the awkwardest photos of Wilbur you've ever seen in your life. In class you choke on a laugh before seeing a series of messages from Wilbur as he'd been navigating around the campus until finally -

[hamilton kinnie(affectionate): I THINK THE PEOPLE YOU LIVE WITH THINK IM A SERIAL KILLER]

[hamilton kinnie(affectionate): like ted bundy]

Your whole face scrunches up with fond but well worn exasperation as your lecture across campus finally comes to an end. You respond first to the dorm group chat, assuring them that he was indeed your friend, and that you'd left your room unlocked if someone could show him there so he wouldn't have to awkwardly wait in the living area, before finally turning your attention back to Wilbur's messages.

[🦀in my crab arc 🦀: nobody thinks you're Ted Bundy can you please just be normal while interacting with my dormmates]

[🦀in my crab arc 🦀: my RA let you in she's gonna show you to my room you can wait there]

[hamilton kinnie(affectionate): I'm so normal right now I asked about the Weather! Small Talk! ]

[hamilton kinnie(affectionate): seriously tho this is so awkward she definitely thinks I'm a creep]

[hamilton kinnie(affectionate): which I AM but that's usually part of the long con, not a vibe I like to give off at the start]

[hamilton kinnie(affectionate): thats a joke]

[hamilton kinnie(affectionate): obviously]

[hamilton kinnie(affectionate): but actually please get here soon she definitely wants to call security on me I'm pretty sure]

[hamilton kinnie(affectionate): please tell her I'm not a murderer]

[🦀in my crab arc 🦀: alfkalflakfls]

[🦀in my crab arc 🦀: no someone just told her you're an internet celebrity lol you're fine]

[hamilton kinnie(affectionate):😐]

[🦀in my crab arc 🦀: not me lol]

[🦀in my crab arc 🦀: I didn't even remember to tell them you were coming to the dorm today why would I mention something like that]

[🦀in my crab arc 🦀: you passed the vibe check tho]

And you send a screenshot of the group chat where someone had mentioned that he was the awkwardest man they'd ever seen, but a few others had chimed in that he had a 'cute, shiny face' that made sense for an internet celebrity. Someone had screenshotted and close cropped his name from Twitter already and just commented 'FROM CHARLOTTE'S WEB?????' which had the latest response of '😳🕸️SOME PIG🕸️😳' which had the most positive reactions of any message in the chat.

You assure Wilbur you've told them not to be weird, which does little to alleviate his concern, but thankfully you're climbing the stairs to your dorm and are only moments away. Your RA gives you a look which you shrug helplessly at, but thank her nonetheless as you abscond to your room to put Wilbur out of his misery.

"It's different to how I imagined it," is the first thing Wilbur says to you. The door isn't even properly closed, and you're setting your bag down by your desk before you give him a wry smile.

"Better or worse?" The door closes with a click and you cock your head to the side, watching him while he gazes around at the way you've decorated the little dorm room from where he's perched on the edge of your bed.

"That's entrapment," his face lights up with an amused grin, still looking around, "I'm used to your old room," and when you sit beside him and flop back to look at the ceiling, he follows suit, "it's nice here, well decorated." And there's something about his strangely reserved tone that has you sighing.

"They're not gonna be weird about it," you assure him softly; unfortunately you were able to intuit what was worrying him fairly well. This isn't the first time you've had a conversation like this.

"You know I don't think it's your fault," he tells you matter-of-factly, turning to look at you, "but people -"

"- are weird," you finished with the faintest disappointment, knowing all too well that he was right. Still, you're glad he's here, and you tell him as much. He smiles at that, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"We could go," you suggested, "I could plan better for next time and give you the full tour in the middle of the day when everyone's in class," the earnest offer makes his smile widen to something fond, "come on, we can get dinner and eat at your place, get on the piss at a pub across town; barely anyone goes past walking distance here." His whole face scrunches up with something all kinds of bashful and fond as he hides the expression against your shoulder, smacking you with his forehead hard as you speak, "I'm only here for a year, dude, you've seen it, that's all I require, I'm content, you never have to come back, which does mean there's a good chance I'll be living at your place on weekends but -"

"- and you'll spend your weekdays wasting away here in your well decorated Fortress of Solitude -" he snorts, shifting back to lay beside you properly, but at least now he's grinning.

"- I have friends outside of you," you remark flatly, smirking.

"I never agreed to that," Wilbur plays at being offended, and you sit up if only to shove him in the side.

"If you're really so jealous I can move in with you -"

"Into what? My linen cupboard?" He sits up too, giving you a right shove back, which has you skittering to your feet, crossing the small space to lean against your desk once more, looking at him with a sharp grin.

"You already having a housemate is not my problem," you stick your nose in the air and try not to laugh at the whole charade. As the bit slowly dies but the good mood remains, you ask if he wants to leave now, or later.

"I quite like it here," he says instead of answering properly, looking around again with a newfound fondness, "I might live here; gonna give up my place and move in. You're okay to sleep on the floor and be the only one paying rent, right?" After a moment, you school your expression into something neutral as he plays up his innocence.

"Wil, did you ever hear that Flight of the Conchords song Petrov, Yelyena, and Me?" You ask with a blithe smile. You can see the moment he remembers the song and it's premise, the way amusement lights up in his eyes as he keeps his expression otherwise controlled.

"The one where they eat their unwitting roommate in his sleep?"

"Yeah, that one."

"Never heard of it," he refuses to break eye contact, "haven't the foggiest," he sits back a little, "on an unrelated note, how about snacks, and something on Netflix, and I don't move into your dorm?" Giving a toothy grin, you finally break and laugh, agreeing easily.

You pass him your laptop from your bag and tell him where the charger is while you head out to the shared kitchen to get snacks for you both.

"You guys joining us tonight?" There's more than just your RA in the common room now; a few of your dormmates are sitting around the kitchen island preparing for predrinks. They'd already invited you earlier in the week, but you'd declined in favour of hanging out with Wilbur.

"What?" Now in the presence of other people who definitely knew who your best friend actually was, you could feel yourself growing tenser.

"You and Wilbur, you know you're always welcome to pregame with us, he is too," your RA smiled so kindly, as if trying to reassure you.

"We won't be weird about it," one of your dormmates assured earnestly, "it's cool that he's your friend." The girl next to her elbows her pointedly and averts her gaze, trying to hide her smile.

"He is," you blurt out, "my friend that is. He's my best friend, and he has been for ages, so just... don't be weird -"

"Come on, we're not being weird!" The first girl tries again, before giving a long sigh, "we'll try not to be weird," she concedes.

"You can't blame us for being a little curious about him," your RA says carefully, "he's a pseudo-celebrity on the internet, he -"

"Yeah but he's not a spectacle," you countered sharply, brow furrowing. You open the fridge into silence, "he's my best mate, he was before any of the internet stuff, and he's a person before any any of it; can you guys just treat him like that?" And you grab a bottle of soft drink from the fridge, closing it again, leaning your forehead against the cool metal with your eyes closed, "sorry, I shouldn't have snapped."

"No, we get it," one of the girls says sincerely.

"Do you and your friend Will wanna do pres with us?" The other offered kindly, and you take a deep breath, grateful for their understanding.

"I'll ask," you tell them, and all three give a little cheer at that, "no promises," you warned with a half-smile, and they all nodded quickly, thankfully all wearing grins.

The minute you step back into your room, however, you're startled by Wilbur standing only a foot from the door. His arms are crossed awkwardly over his chest, hands tucked into his armpits, cheeks puffed out and eyes wide as he rocks back on his heels with the movement of the door. He looks... kind of guilty. Also like he's trying desperately not to look guilty.

"I wanted to ask about the bathroom," all came out in a rush, and you, door still open, sighed, "you took longer than expected," he added; you hung your head. He'd heard your outburst at the very least, that much was clear. Stepping aside you tell him the bathroom is across the hall, hoping to use the brief moment to come up with some sort of an apology.

Instead, as he leaves, he heads to the common room first, and you can see from your door as he raps his knuckles on the empty doorframe, garnering the attention from the three girls in the room.

"Hello, hi, I'm Wilbur, Y/N's friend Will," its an akward if amicable start, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to your bedroom door where you stood still watching.

"Y/N's friend Will!" All three in the kitchen practically chorus, like they were somehow aware that he knew about the conversation that had just occurred and it was all an inside joke. Well, it does get Will to chuckle.

"I was told there was an invite to drinks, is that still on the table?"

"Uh, yeah of course," you can hear your RA answer, though she manages to regain her composure, "it'll be us and the guys from over there," you don't see her gesture but knew she'd be pointing to the block across your joined balcony, "we start drinking pretty much any time after sundown, but will be heading to the club around ten."

"It's a theme night - neon," one of the girls added, "not that you have to dress up or anything, but I'm about to make a run to the costume shop for any face paint if either of your guys want some, that's pretty much all I plan to do for pres," she laughs brightly as the others groan about how it's going to end up a mess, and Wilbur looks over his shoulder; he knew you'd be there, but gives a grin nonetheless.

He raises his eyebrows in silent question, and you, so endeared having watch him mend bridges that weren't even his problem, smile and shrug; sure, why not.

"We'll be there," he tells them, which elicits another round of cheering from the three prepping in the kitchen, "lovely to meet you ladies," a sentiment which is echoed back at him, and from there he finally actually heads to the bathroom.

The interaction you'd witnessed has you feeling all sentimental, and as you close your door and head back to your bed where Netflix is waiting, you can't wipe the goofy grin from your face.

"I guess you can move in here if you want," you tell him with this silly, saccharine tone, and Wilbur laughs before he even closes the door, "I'll sleep on the floor, you win."

"Nah," he shrugs, kicking off his shoes finally.

"Lost interest?" You raised your eyebrows at him and he gives a dubious glance over your bed. Then, almost as if he feels guilty about admitting as much, he sits beside you, back against the wall that served as your headboard.

"I literally don't fit, Y/N," he pointed out, kicking at your wall to draw attention to how dangerously close his feet are to the end of the bed already. You allow your tone to get teasingly sappy as you tell him he fits in your heart, and all he can do is rolls his eyes with a half smile, the sacchrine silence lasting right up until you pull your laptop onto your lap an a notification from your dorm's group chat flashes up in the bottom corner of the screen.

[🕸️SOME PIG🕸️ confirmed for pres!!]

It was one of the girls who had been in the kitchen, but Wilbur's expression seemed to flash through all five stages of grief upon seeing it, despite the growing number of heart emojis for the message.

"Oh god, is that really what they're calling me?"

Pulling out your phone you text the group to remind him that his name is Wilbur. Immediately, however, you get the response that 'that's too obvious'. Beside you, Wilbur snorts a laugh.

"What? Like I'm a secret agent?" Which you then send word for word in the group chat, attributing it to Wilbur himself as he buries his face in his hands and you quietly cackle. They were trying, in their own way, to accommodate your request to 'not be weird about it', which you were grateful for, so at least this you were happy to laugh about.

So they end up deciding to call him Charlie; it's short for Charlotte's Web.

[basilly]

grass-stained knees | baby bench trio x reader

summary: watching over the toddlers at the playground is quite the feat...

sbi!au + ranboo and tubbo | bench trio are toddlers! reader is their babysitter, slight sbi x reader

little inspo and help from @inniterhq

pronouns/gender: not mentioned

not edited

. usually you would take over and watch over the boys when phil was busy

. today happened to be one of them- you decided to take them to your local playground to let them release their energy

. the moment you guys arrived tommy had bolted to the sandbox

. tubbo and ranboo just followed cuz why not

. not too long after you hear coughing-

"tommy! what is in your mouth??"

. he ate sand. yup. (wilbur would be proud-)

. tubbo tried to copy him but was quickly stopped by you

. ranboo the entire time was just focused on his sandcastle

"tommy why don't you go and find some cool rocks and sticks for the sandcastle?"

. he brings back a ton of random rocks and trash-

. tubbo got bored of the sandbox and moved on to sitting in the field picking the dandelions

"tubbo look-"

you blow away at the dandelion, allowing the fluffy seedlings to fly through the air. tubbo on the other hand was stuck between bursting out into tears from losing his dandelion and amazement from the "magical specs" going through the air.

. he would find two and bring one to tommy and ranboo

"blow! tommy, ranboo blow!"

. baby amazement- lots of photos were taken

. once the boys spot the jungle gym, its chaos

. ranboo is showing off his height at the baby monkey bars

. tubbo does get upset and stomps off to find tommy- who is trying to jump off the highest platform

. you catch him before he hits the ground and breaks a bone

. god forbid there be other children there-

"HEY GET AWF THE SLIDE, FUC AWF!" "TOMMY!"

. the other little girl is in tears-

. lots of apologizing and muttering under your breath at wilbur (who most likely taught him that)

. tommy would also throw sand in another child's face and laugh

. tubbo is the one who would let the other kids play with him and ranboo with a smile

. ranboo would mostly stay quietly behind tubbo, scared of the other kids

. after rounding up the three toddlers, you put tubbo and ranboo in the baby swings

. tommy refused to sit in a baby swing and insisted on the big kids swing

. he lays on his stomach and does the airplane thing while you push tubbo and ranboo

"weeeeeee" "want to go higher ranboo?" *nods*

. by the time you arrive home, all three of them are plumb tired and fast asleep

. their clothes are also soiled, grass stains all over and sand in the little crevices of their shoes

. when you spot wilbur, you smack the back of his head

"ow! what was that for-" "you- wilbur soot you should not teach your brother curse words, that is a terrible influence. tommy ATE SAND for goodness sake and cursed at a little girl. wait till phil hears about this."

. he has a cheeky grin and saying 'that's my boy!'

an: ahdskd this is SO CUTE

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[esylwen]

hey wen! how are you? 💖

hey nat :D i'm doing great! just a bit tired

basically i spend half the day cleaning the house, cooking for my siblings etc and spend the other half studying and making some flash cards about drugs/illnesses i encountered the most at the hospital etc because i tend to forget some details if i do not practice so yeah 😅

i want to watch a movie after but idk which one... do you have any recommendation?

i saw you took some driving lessons :0 how is it going? and how are you? :] 💕

[dysfunctionalcrab]

those three words

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

description: george is ready to commit to you by telling you he loves you, too bad he’s too much of a pussy to say it

written for @dreamcatcherrs 5K event! congratulations my love!

prompt: ‘i wanted to say i love you for the first time without stuttering, but that failed’

george practiced saying it in front of the mirror

“i love you.” he stated, looking determined in his reflection. “i love you. i love you... i love you, i love you-i love you- i love-,”

he took a deep breath, staring at himself in the mirror as he ran a single hand through his hair, messing it all up.

there was no way he was able to say it out loud, he became flustered at the smallest amount of affection, how could he bear saying those words to you without stumbling? those three words, that held so much meaning and commitment. it scared the hell out of george.

but felt them. he knew he loved you, you had made him feel a way that nobody else ever had. the first time you kissed him, he had such a severe case of butterflies to the stomach he almost booked a doctors appointment because he thought he was sick.

the two of you had been going out for half a year now after being friends for a long time, and maybe for some couples that may seem like a long time to spit out those three words, but he wanted to make sure you were the one.

and he was most definitely sure.

you were the one to mostly re-initiate the relationship. you were the one who asked him out on a date. you were the one who leaned in for the first kiss, you were always the brave one.

but now it was time for a change. he was going to say i love you, tonight.

he flinched as the he heard the front door close, shaking him out of his state. you had arrived home from the grocery store.

he made his way downstairs, to be met with a very exhausted you, wiping the back of your hand to your forehead.

“could you help me with these please?” you asked him, gesturing to the bags. “i’m thinking about making spaghetti tonight. what do you think?”

he nodded in agreement. “that sounds good!” he said, bending over to pick up a bag

it was decided, he was going to tell you over dinner.

okay, maybe not.

you two sat opposite each other, you were being yourself, telling himself about your friends or events from your day. george looked down at his spaghetti, mindlessly twirling the pasta around his fork while his mind was encased with thoughts of saying those three words to your face.

you noticed his strange behaviour, he was quiet. which was unusual, since over dinner all he did was discuss updates with dream or new stream ideas.

oh and the codes- with the amount of hours he talked about coding, you could probably write one yourself.

“george?” you asked.

he looked up at you with wide eyes, humming in response. “mhm?”

“are you okay? you’ve been really quiet,”

he internally cursed, but he gave you small smile. “i’m fine, just a little tired,”

“really? you just seem distracted,”

he forgot you could read him like a literal book.

he remained silent as he hesitated on what to say. you had stopped eating and put down your fork, putting all your attention on him. you watched as he stood up and pulled out the chair that was directly beside you.

“i need to tell you something,”

you felt yourself panic, his tone told you it was serious.

he shook his head frantically as he realised you probably thought it was about to be a bad thing, he watched your face turn into an alarmed expression.

maybe that wasn’t the best approach

“no-no it’s not anything bad,” he grabbed your hand reasurringly.

“then what is it?” you questioned, sounding like you were pleading, desperate to get it out of him.

he stayed silent, wondering if it was best to blurt it out or approach it slowly. but his stupid nervous brain didn’t let him do either.

“this spaghetti was really nice,”

you stared him blankly, blinking like a clueless child.

“what?”

“the spaghetti was nice,” he repeated, cringing at himself. what the fuck was wrong with him?

“you barely even ate it,” you inhaled sharply. “george, what’s up with you?”

this wasn’t how it was supposed to go, he was supposed to say it and you were going to say it back, and then you could both fall asleep cuddling in each other’s arms. that’s how it played out in his head. except, he forgot how socially awkward he was. and now you were increasingly getting more concerned for him.

“can i try again?” he asked

“try again?”

he shifted his chair so it was even closer. taking an exaggeratedly long sigh, again.

“[y/n],” he stated. he prepared himself for another take, hopefully not messing it up.

you raised an eyebrow at him. “yes?,”

just say it, dumbass

“i-i...i-,” the words were on the tip of his tongue but he just couldn’t reach them yet. “[y/n], i.. i love...”

your heart sped up, he was really going to say what you thought he was going to.

“i-,”

“i love you too,”

george froze in his spot.

“you what?”

“i love you too,” you reiterated confidently

you and george just stared at each other, dumbfounded, with completely no expressions visible on your face. the awkward silence was broken by a groan. george threw his head head back disappointedly, you gave him a weird look.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing, i just wanted to say it first. i wanted to say ‘i love you’ for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“you can still say it,” you shrugged.

i mean- he might as well

“[y/n], i love you. i’m completely in love with you.” he hid is face in his hands. “i’ve never felt this way about anyone else before. i really wanted to be able to say it without sounding stupid,”

“you didn’t sound stupid,” you told him, grabbing his hand and running your thumb over his knuckles.

“i don’t know, i just- you deserved to hear it first,”

“i don’t mind,” you said honestly. “as long as you meant it, because i really do love you,”

george looked up from his hands and felt a smile creep up on his face. maybe it was the impulse of being overwhelmed, but he pulled you into a hug, sighing and relaxing into your touch as you hugged back, wrapping your arms around his neck while his around your waist.

“i’ve never meant anything more. i love you,”

———

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[sagendipity]

the law of attraction: de minimis

a quackity x reader law school au

part one, chapter two

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“Now turn to your left and say hi to your partner, the person your significant other will hate, after you blow them off on Valentines day to do voir dire.”

Alex chuckles, the sound drawing your gaze right over to him. You sigh dramatically, but can’t help yourself from letting a fond smile take over your features.

“Figure it’s time to introduce myself,” Alex quips, holding out a hand invitingly. “Alex.”

“Yeah,” you say, as you take his hand and shake it. He is warm, and your hand fits perfectly in his. “I picked up on that.”

“You will each work in teams of two within larger groups. I will assign you into a group. Each group will have a defense and a prosecution. You do not get to choose which side you represent. You do not get to choose your client. You do not get to choose the crime.” The professor rakes his eyes across the room of students. They all, including you, are silent and sitting attentively. “The only thing you get to choose is how well you represent your client, whether your client be the accused, or the state.”

Beside you, Alex lets out a low sigh, almost a whistle. His knee is bouncing, the black fabric of his track pants bunching up around his knee with the movement. You want to reach out and straighten it, fix the three white stripes running parallel down the side.

“You may know this: the university is granted a courtroom at the William Kunstler Courthouse for academic use. When you leave this room in a few moments, you’ll find informative packets on my desk.” The silver-haired man grabs a heavy stack of papers, and spreads them out on his desk like a dealer spreading a stack of cards. “Take one. It contains all the information you need to win your case, and pass this class.”

Your breath catches in your throat- you had a feeling this was coming.

“If you lose your case,” your professor says. “You will receive a maximum of a B+ in my class. If you win, you are guaranteed an A.”

The static sound of unsettled murmuring steadily rises in the echoey lecture room. You glance over at Alex, who is leaning back in his chair, legs crossed casually. He’s fiddling with one of the hoodie strings that hangs from his collar.

“This mock trial will work as any other real case. Your jury consists of freshmen students in a jury studies elective. They have no knowledge about this case, and you should treat them not as students, but as ordinary citizens when you go through voir dire.”

Alex huffs a laugh again, a little noise that is quickly becoming very familiar to you. “Explains why he went over voir dire for three hours last week.”

Despite the anxiety thrumming through your veins, you nod in accordance. Your fingers thread and twist through each other, the poor ring on your index finger falling victim to your fiddling. You pull it off your finger and twirl it around in your lap, the metal warmed from your body heat even if you feel more frigid than not.

“A real judge will be presiding over your case. Kissing up to them by bringing them a gift basket and ‘thanking them for their time’ is not frowned upon, but it is not effective. They are the only truly impartial ones in that courtroom, most of the time.”

With every word out of your professor’s mouth, you feel your exhaustion growing.

Isn’t this what you want to do? Isn’t this what… everyone here wants to do, for the rest of their lives?

You look to Alex. He’s looking at the professor with bright enough eyes, but the bags underneath them tell a different story, the skin taking on a bluish tint. His relaxed posture, his crossed arms with his fingers tucked into his own sides, the confident yet also unreadable expression he tends to wear still constant as ever. He looks like he knows something you don’t, and that should scare you.

You slide the ring back onto your finger and fold your hands atop your desk.

“The only difference from a real trial is that you have more prep time, and that you have your partner to help you with your side of the case. Both of you will be present in court, choosing jurors, delivering opening arguments, questioning witnesses, presenting evidence and arguments, and, yes, delivering your closing statements. You better get comfortable with your partner. Your futures rest in each other’s hands.”

You think you feel a headache coming on. You’re about to put your entire future, the fate of your entire career, in the warm hands of someone who is, at this point, just this side of total stranger. That should scare you.

“Everyone take a packet on your way out. I suggest you get coffee or a meal with your partner in the time you would spend in this class on an ordinary day. Information about Wednesday’s class is in the packet. We are meeting at the courthouse.” The professor spreads his arms wide, an enthusiastic grin suddenly spreading over his face, looking as out of place as a daisy on a sidewalk full of snow. “Welcome to real criminal procedure. Class is dismissed.”

.

“Here, before I go.” Alex’s voice pulls you out of your stupor with a gentle hand on your upper arm. You think you can feel the warmth seeping into your chilled skin through the thick fabric of your coat. You look down at where his hand rests on you, his skin a beautiful contrast to the dark red of your coat. Then, you notice his other hand- holding out a post-it note. “My number. I’m really sorry, I have to go- I have a thing to do for a friend- but, are you free this afternoon for lunch, maybe? We can get to know each other a bit before we start spending hours together each day.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you force out, the teasing normally coming naturally, but today it feels like speaking around a rock in your throat. “Um- you have to go?”

“Yeah, sorry, it’s a- work thing.”

“I thought you said it was for a friend?”

“It is- look, it’s complicated, I’m sorry. I promise, you can have me as soon as I’m done, I’ll call the minute we’re done.” His furrowed brows stab at your resolve, the questioning facade you put up disappearing like a melted snowflake.

Taking the post-it from his outstretched hand, you carefully fold it into quarters and slip it into the pocket of your slacks. Before you do, you catch a glimpse of a little :] scrawled at the end of the string of numbers.

“What makes you think I want you?” you quip back after a moment.

His face falls for a moment, before he gets the joke and his brown eyes spark back up with the intensity of a firework. An unapologetic laugh bubbles up from his chest, an addicting sound that you feel echoing in your own chest, as well throughout as the high-ceilinged lecture hall.

“I’ll grab you a packet,” you say, nodding your chin at the table at the front of the room that has assembled a bit of a crowd around it. “Go, get your thing done.”

“You- thank you!” Alex grins, his hand on your arm squeezing in some sort of a thank-you before he leaps to his feet and grabs his binder. “I’ll see you soon- promise.”

“Promise,” you nod seriously, holding up your pinky.

You don’t expect him to turn on his heel and link his own finger with yours, pulling your hand tight against his for a moment before nodding with an enthusiasm entirely inappropriate for the situation. Then, he is actually gone, with his green jacket slung over an arm and the papers in his binder fluttering as he whisks out the door.

You notice that the frost in the windows had cleared when you see him jog across the street. He crosses just in time for a gust of wind to threaten to tear off his beanie- he slaps a hand down on top of his head, unruly black strands curling around the edges of the hat as he disappears around a crowded street-corner.

.

You sit yourself down in the library with a pen, a highlighter, and a steaming cup of coffee from the campus coffee shop. For midmorning on a Monday, the library is packed. Most of the students are windblown and dusted with snowflakes, their jackets pulled tightly around their shoulders as they seek out shelter from the horrible weather to chat with friends, classmates, and partners.

One of the only open tables rests right in the corner, sandwiched between two wide windows. You find why it’s empty very quickly, the thin glass doesn’t do much to stop the icy air from leaking in. Regardless, you shoulder your messenger bag onto an empty chair before setting yourself up in the chair farthest from the window. The packets you’d grabbed from your professor had taken a bit of a beating in the trek here, both dotted with little spots of water from stray, melting snowflakes.

Wincing as you smooth the packets out with your hand, you carefully wipe away an ink smudge that one particularly big snowflake had created. The words “de minimis” are smudged out, at least you think that’s what had been there, considering the following sentence.

A court of law is focused on the smallest things. Arguments are described as de minimis, as in, having their foundation built upon the smallest of things. One partial fingerprint is enough to seal someone’s sentence. One word misspoken is enough to cause a mistrial. One sentence too far is enough to get yourself held in contempt. The smallest things seal fates and shape lives, in law as in life.

You take your pen and carefully scrawl in de minimis onto the dampened paper.

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[basilly]

touch starved s/o || irl!wilbur x reader

request:  👁👁 w,,,,wilbur with a really touch-starved s/o who can barely say ily without getting embarrassed so most of their compliments are in insults??? also their brain does the windows error screen when this tall mf even gets like- close??? i heavily doubt this reader has had their first kiss- thank you for your time 😌 (also idc what format this is in lol)

note: haha that description is literally me- i did hcs and blurbs mixed in!

pronouns: they/them

warnings: none!

. wilbur is very patient with you, your comfort comes first to him

. if he notices you just staring like you want cuddles or to hold his hand, he will slowly initiate it so you can ease into it

you couldn’t help but stare, going back and forth in your head whether to reach out or not. sitting next to wilbur, you had felt the urge to cuddle him but too scared to do anything. it bit into your insides, you cursed your touch-starved self. 

wilbur felt the burning stare in his side and noticed your tensed figure besides him. taking his hand he slowly intertwines your fingers together, bringing your conjoined hands on his lap, rubbing affectionate circles against the back of your hand. with his other hand he gently nudges your head to rest on his shoulder, effectively making you flustered by the proximity. 

“you know, you can just ask if you want to cuddle me that much” “shut up-”

. wilbur is a cheeky bastard, he will tease you about it all the time

. also tries to make you flustered

“y/n?” “yea?”

wilbur walks into the bathroom where you had just finished washing up for the day. wilbur leans on the doorframe, and proceeds to stand there silently.

“what’s up wilbur?” “mm nothing- just wanted to see you”

you simply roll your eyes, obvious enough for him to see it. he cheekily grins and steps closer, standing behind you as the two of you look at each other through your reflections. noticing the little distance between the two of you, you begin to panic. the resist to not lean back against him was just strong enough to stand still. 

wilbur then senses your stiffness, deciding to lightly wrap his arms around your waist and press a light kiss to your cheek.

“you’re adorable”

feeling your face warm, you turn around and put your head against his chest, too embarrassed to care.

“i hate you” “i love you too”

. he knows your teasing is just your way of affection- after all he does the same thing

. if you’re nervous about holding his hand, he will interlock pinkies with you until you decide to intertwine your fingers

. he will ask you before he initiates things so you don’t have to

. he can just sense when you are feeling like you want hugs or cuddles so he will just initiate it

. he will give you lots of little small kisses but if you haven’t had your first kiss yet, he will wait for whenever you are ready

. he’s perfectly content as long as it’s with you

. he thinks you’re adorable when you freeze up though

. when you’re deep in thought about whether or not you should reach out to him or not his eyes just softens and he will ask for a hug

. he’s not ashamed to ask for hugs- he loves holding you anyway 

. he introduces small acts of touch at first

. includes head pats!!

. ruffles your hair or affectionately patting your head- his height is perfect for it 

an: a bit on the shorter side! got a little writers block

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