#eugh. God I yearn

[noodle-shenaniganery]

I wish I was a billionaire so, so badly.

I don’t give a shit about fancy cars or triple-story homes or whatever, I just yearn so badly to be able to help people on a genuinely meaningful scale. I know I already try my best, but ultimately, the twenty dollars I can donate isn’t going to amount to all that much.

If I was a billionaire, I could max out every fundraiser I come across. I could pay the rent and bills for everyone I know. I could fucking start a charity for a specific cause that’s almost never talked about and make sure it’s run by good people. I could pay a producer to make a good movie about a marginalized group that never gets proper attention. I could raise awareness for causes I care about. I could start a homeless shelter that lets people fucking rest for once. I could pay for rehab for addicts who can’t afford it. I could pay for people’s therapy or medication. I could fund community services and make every kid in my state have free lunch. I could have helped Kamala fucking win! I could do so much good.

I don’t like the fact that money is as powerful as it is. I really don’t. But in a society where money is so powerful, wouldn’t it be wondeful to be able to use it for good?

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

mac i am so sorry to enter ur inbox with more qsmp but oh my god. qcellbit update. so he talked to bagi. his sister. he still doesn't remember her. he still needs time to process everything but she said she's waited fifteen years so she can wait a few more days. i'm crying and sobbing rn. also he doesn't even fucking remember what he did to get thrown in prison, all he knows is that he was killing people to survive one day and another he was behind bars. i'm UNWELL!!! he got called in to talk to cucurucho (the fuckin THING that's kind of the federation mascot and it tortured cellbit with a chainsaw months ago FUCK CUCURUCHO ALL MY HOMIES HATE CUCURUCHO) and he was just. fucking tired. yesterday he messed with the feds quite publicly and cucurucho questioned him about it and he said "i don't care what you do to me, you can torture me, i don't care. i just want my family back, i want a future with them. just give me peace. let me rest." HE SOUNDED SO FUCKING TIRED. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE WAS SAYING UNTIL SOMEONE POSTED A TRANSLATION BUT HE SOUNDED SO SO SAD. AND NOW CELLBIT HIMSELF IS GOING TO TWITCHCON SO QCELLBIT IS TAKING A WEEK LONG DEPRESSION NAP. MAC CAN U HEAR ME. I'M UNWELL. I'M LOSING IT. THIS IS ME RN

anyway. hows ur day. i might go watch some steven universe bc i have been meaning 2 rewatch it (or adventure time!!!! one of the two for sure) take a short break from binge watching hannibal 2 watch a silly funny cartoon :3 also still trying to make my way thru marble hornets again it's just such an insane series 2 rewatch u know but i'm getting there!!! sorry i am just currently lying on the floor in my brain thinking about qsmp i had 2 tell u what happened 2 ur blorbo in law today

NEVER APOLOGIZE TO ME ABOUT PUTTING STUFF IN MY INBOX I LOVE GETTING MAIL I LOVE LEARNING THROUGH OSMOSIS I LOVE LISTENING 2 PPL TALK ATBT THINGS THEY LOVE

that sounss aboslutely DEVASTATING btw. oh my god. so the whole thing is like.. she remembers him but he doesnt remember her ?? GODDDD thats so upsetting. im glad hes getting 2 take a nap even if it is a depression one sigh. oh man oh man i love this.

my day was! good i think! i have not had a day to reat since my whole job shadow debacle last week so im kimd of running on fumes BUT . i have off work tmw so im gonna get a haircut and feel all good about everything. and maybe work on some art bc im now caught up to my pre prepped invertober images and i have a couple other time sensitive things like that. ougah. we keep truckin. ive got a huge backlog of youtube videos to watch from last week + beginning of this week i cannot Wait to get thru those and also watch more adventure time !! bc i have offically gotten to Stakes (a marcelone centric mini series) and it is one of my favorite eras ever. i love you vampire lore!!!

[emmyrosee]

head empty, only rin loving kisses and being waaaaaaay to proud (shy) to ask for them.

he would love nothing more than to be able to work up the courage to ask you to kiss him, he’s touch starved and needs constant attention, but he’d rather eat rat poison than ever confess it to you. you have the effect on him, you’ve torn down his walls and shown him all the praise and affection he is worth giving, and you’ve turned him into a sucker for kisses.

which is wonderful, since you’re so keen on giving them to him.

terrible when all he wants is a kiss and you don’t notice it.

he’s pacing back and forth in the next room, desperate, craving, needing a kiss or two on his forehead and one on his lips, in a line like you usually do. routine, is how he’d describe it, but deep down, he’ll take anything he can get. his big hands are carding through his hair, and god, he’s thrilled no one is able to see him like this.

“what’re you doing, baby?”

fuck.

except you.

he nearly leaps out of his skin as you make your way to him, and when he whips his head to face you, your brows a furrowed in concern and your arms are crossed over your chest. “you vanished,” you explain. “missed my snuggle buddy.”

“eugh,” he grumbles. “we’ve talked about the nicknames, haven’t we?” he scolds, and you merely chuckle.

“we have, i just choose to not listen to you.”

“and that’s exactly why you’re a pain in the neck.”

then, you shrug, “so im a pain, meanwhile you’re stuck in here waiting for me to come give you a kiss because you can’t ask for it?”

fuck.

he scoffs, but it’s shaky and unconvincing, “yeah right. as if id ever need something as juvenile as a kiss to lure me back. i just needed to stretch is all.”

“yeah, i’ll bet,” you snicker. then you spin on your heel, and rin feels his heart sink, “well, ill be on the couch. waiting for you.”

no, no, no, his chance is walking away from him, literally, disappearing down the hall and leaving him a yearning mess, pining for your affection that he’s just not sure how to ask for.

his head drops in disappointment, fists balling slightly, and he pouts softly like a child as he wracks his mind to try and work up the courage to go. he’s pathetic, can’t even ask for affection from his own partner, someone he sleeps next to at night and lets smear a green, cold face mask on him, someone he’s so in love with they turn him into a damn petulant child at the lack of attention, and-

“hey,” you whisper. he looks at you through his lashes, embarrassed.

you smile and toss your arms around his neck, rising up slightly to press a kiss to the apple of his cheek. his eyes blow open. then, you kiss his nose gently. his lips twitch. you plant your lips on the ticklish spot on his neck, and he jerks slightly. you giggle.

“oh, you’re so cute i can’t stand it,” you purr, kissing the other side of his cheek. “i just love loving you.” you press a kiss to his chin, and by now he’s smiling shyly, cheeks blazed in red from embarrassment and excitement for the attention he’s finally receiving. “i could just eat you up, you’re so cute.” you kiss the corner of his eye, which flutters shut in ease. “i can’t not kiss you, it’s against the law.”

finally, stiffly, his arms wrap around your waist, “who would you be to break the law?”

“i would never,” you hum, moving your hands to gently cup his cheeks, forcing him to meet your gaze. his eyes practically have little hearts in them, and a wobbly smirk is on his lips. “you want some more?”

his eyes widen again. you shush him softly, thumbs stroking over the swells of his cheeks, “just nod or shake your head, my lovey boy.”

against his own determination of ‘not needing’ your attention, he finds himself nodding in your hands, butterflies in his stomach going crazy as you smile back and continue to press kisses over his face, voice dripping with honey with every adoring coo you offer him.

[subcultureblues]

In The Same Boat

G | Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson + Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham | TW: Period Typical Homophobia | Tags : pre-season 3

My take on “what if Eddie was caught loitering around Scoops A’Hoy trying to sneak a peak, by one Chrissy Cunningham… only to realize she was here for the same reason he was. And that maybe the Freak And The Cheerleader aren’t so different after all.”

———

Eddie drummed his fingertips on the table. Lifted his hand and looked at it with vague distain… Eugh. Sticky. He was sat in the StarCourt Food Court. And has been for kind of a while. His big pretzel and slushie long since disappeared.

He checked his watch slyly. Ok, it’s been like 3 minutes.

He stretched his arms out over the back of the bench and very, oh so casually angled his head back towards Scoops A’Hoy.

He’s just… people watching ok?

Eddie raised an eyebrow as he checked out the sweet, sweet thighs on display as Steve Harrington wiped down one of the tables in the store.

Person watching.

Look, it’s… it’s not… Ok, Eddie doesn’t have any good excuse for this. He’s really only camped out here like this a few times. But summer started recently and StarCourt opened just in time for school to let out. Obviously he had to come check out this effigy to American corporate prosperity for himself. If only to bask in the air conditioning.

But those shorts man. Those shorts…

And now he’s bending down to pick up a napkin? That’s the real money shot. Eddie tilted his head back slightly. Should be on the cover of PlayGirl is where that should be.

Alright that’s long enough. He turned back to look down at the surface of the table. Next time he’s gonna bring a book. Or like a magazine.

Not that there’s gonna be a next time but - Alright, fine! Now that Harrington’s graduated, Eddie no longer has the luxury of leering on him in gym. And Harrington looks good in shorts. Really good. That’s not Eddie’s fault, is it?

God. The guys would laugh their dicks off if they knew he was here, creeping on the King. Eddie’s been telling them since freaking sophomore year, ‘No!, I do not have a crush on Steve stupid Harrington. That would be ridiculous!’

And you wanna know what they always tell Eddie?

‘What? Dude, what are you on about - no one even mentioned Harrington?’

Ok. Slight crush. Tiny crush. Literally barely even registers on the rictor scale of attraction.

Yeeeeeah….. They’d piss themselves laughing if they found out he’d fallen so far.

Eddie just thinks he’s hot. Is that a crime?

Well, ok, it’s not anymore in the state of Indiana.

And if it was - then he’s a criminal in desperate need of rehabilitation.

Ok, it’s probably been long enough. He looked back over the short lind of foliage towards Scoops and Steve’s behind the counter chatting with his co-worker. She looks super familiar. Like, so familiar. Eddie can’t place it but she definitely went to school with them.

God, that stupid asshole is so pretty when he laughs. Like an angel. A stupid asshole angel that Eddie wants to lick ice cream off of.

And looking away now.

He casually scanned the food court, because honestly not trying to look like a stalker when you absolutely are is teeth grindingly boring.

Wait a minute…. The family of four at the table booth in front of him is leaving. And in the booth directly behind them is… Chrissy? Chrissy Cunningham.

She’s got her head turned and she’s gazing through Scoop’s window too. And Eddie has a feeling it’s not ice cream she’s yearning for. Not with that delicate blush…

Ah. He thinks. Must be the ol’ Harrington charm.

Chrissy turned away and her eyes went wide when she saw Eddie looking. He gave her a small nod, they do vaguely know each other after all. They’ve shared a few classes. School talent show and everything.

Annnnnd she immediately whipped her head down, averting her eyes.

Eddie frowned. Figures.

He slunk a little lower in his seat and resumed drumming on the table. He was so focused on not looking at Chrissy he didn’t notice she was standing right next to him until she cleared her throat.

Eddie startled, swearing.

Chrissy Cunningham was now standing at the head of the table, looking down at him. She gave a shy little wave.

“I - hi.”

“Uh. Hi.” He said dubiously.

“Sorry, you caught me off guard there earlier. I didn’t mean to be rude.” Crazy thing is, she really sounds like she means it. Her voice is soft and shy and kind. And she’s nervously fiddling with her hands.

“No, no. I get it.”

“Get uh - ?” She scrunched up her brow, not following.

“Come on. I’m The Freak, yeah? No worries.” He shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

Chrissy frowned.

“I - That’s not what I was…”

“Hey, it’s cool. It’s cool, I get it.”

Chrissy only frowns all the harder.

“I think it’s messed up,” she said, quietly. “The way the guys at school talk to you.”

“You mean your boyfriend?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He’s not trying to be confrontational, it’s just kind of a habit.

“Oh. Me and Jason broke up.”

“Oh.” Eddie said, the corner of his mouth turning down slightly, but not that apologetic. “I’m sorry.” He said anyways.

“Don’t be.” Chrissy said, “I - uh. I broke up with him.”

“Well, then con-gra-dulations for dropping that basketball case.”

Chrissy giggled a little.

“It’s uh, you’re… “

“Eddie.”

“Right. I’m Chriss-“

“-sy Cunningham.” He finished for her again. He gave her a neutral smile. “I know.”

He doesn’t live under a rock.

She smiled back brightly.

Then went ahead and sat down in the seat across from him. Which certainly has him raising an eyebrow.

“Soooo…” he’s not really sure what to talk about, now that she’s not walking away and forgetting he exists. “Uh. Why’d you break up with him?”

Chrissy shrugged, drawing her finger tip on the table.

“Guess I’ve been thinking a lot lately. Realizing stuff about myself. And realizing I didn’t really like the person Jason was. How he and all my other friends treat people who are different. It’s not - it’s not right.”

“Is that what you’re doing here all alone?” Eddie raised an eyebrow. Usually Chrissy’s surrounded by Jason and his back up singers or at least the other girls from the cheerleading squad.

“Yeah…” She said sadly. Then she shook out her ponytail and straightened her shoulders. She put on a smile. “And I’ve been uh - I’ve been trying to make new friends…”

“Ah.” Eddie smiled back, relaxing into his seat.

“What about you? You have all your friends from the club.”

“Hellfire.”

Chrissy nodded though not out of recognition.

Eddie shook his head, waving a hand. “Off busy today.”

“It’s the third time I’ve seen you sitting, right here, all by yourself.” She said, tilting her head.

“Oh, uh, I…”. Eddie blushes. Then his eyes narrow. “Wait, third time you’ve… What were you doing hanging around the food court, huh?”

Chrissy opened her mouth but didn’t say anything at all.

“Realized some stuff about yourself, huh?” He said crossing his arms, nodding at Scoops.

And now Chrissy’s blushing. Eddie grinned ruefully. Couldn’t exactly blame the girl.

“Yeah. You know, I’ve heard no one can resist that Harrington charm…”

Chrissy made a face, corners of her mouth downturned. She looked away. “Uh. Yeah. I… yeah.” She said, nodding anyways.

“Happens to the best of us.” Eddie shrugged. He would know.

“Well, what about you?” Chrissy said, changing the subject.

“What about me what?” Eddie shrugged, maybe purposefully obtuse.

“Every time I’m here I’ve seen you staring too.” She nodded at Scoops too. She looked at Eddie, biting her lip and raising her eyebrows like she’s got him now.

“Well - I… like to keep up to date on their specials.”

“From behind a row of plants.”

Eddie gave a confident nod.

“No… No, I think we’re both in the same banana boat sunday.” She giggled, very gently teasing.

“What.” Eddie sat up, shoulders tensing maybe a little defensively.

“Come on, it’s just a crush.”

“I don’t… “ Eddie shook his head. Looked away clearing his throat. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“She’s pretty…” Chrissy said. Eddie glanced up and Chrissy had her chin in her hand and was staring through the window. Watching the two sailors man their posts against a wave of incoming customers.

“Oh. I, uh - yeah.” Whew. “She is.”

Chrissy had this far, away look on her face. But Eddie was kind of busy wiping the sweat off his neck from that one. He looked down at the floor, raising his eyebrows in a moment of relief.

“I’ve only talked to her a few times…” Chrissy said. Eddie turned back watch her mouth twist up. “She seems really cool. We were all three of us in band together last year.”

Where they? Shit. Eddie doesn’t remember. Band was always right after lunch period and he was running those scales ludicrously, no - impressively high.

“Right. Yup.”

“I used to play flute. The clarinet section was right next to us. Is band where you two met?”

“Me and…“ Shit, shit what was her name shit.

“Robin?” Chrissy said, squinting.

“Right! Yes, me and Robin! Yeah, I totally saw her in band.”

Chrissy pressed her mouth together and tilted her head.

“Super pretty.” He nodded unrelentingly. “And cool.”

“Well. You’ve got good taste…”

“Can’t say the same about you.” Eddie said, maybe a lot self deprecatingly. Chrissy gave him a questioning look.

“I mean, if you broke up with Jason cause you think he’s a dick… Harrington’s not much better.” He sat back against the bench pressing his feet flat to the floor. He crossed his arms again.

Chrissy looked up and squinted, as if trying to recall something.

“I - I dunno. He always seemed… fine. Kind of quiet. Jason only joined the team last year but I remember… I remember him and the rest of the guys used to give Steve a lot of trouble too.”

“Really?”

Chrissy pressed her lips together. “I think it had something to do with Billy Hargrove?”

Eddie nodded understandingly. Yeah, he’d also heard tell that the King had been dethroned. Though, he was far too much an outsider to be privy to the high court’s tittering.

“He’s not a lot like his reputation makes him out to be.” She shrugged a shoulder. Eddie looked back towards Scoops. Towards the beautiful man with his beautiful hair. Eddie kind of preferred to think of his as some meat-headed jock he could jerk off to to forget about him. It’s easier, if he’s unattainable because Eddie thinks he’s insufferable. Rather than because, ya know, Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson would never have a chance in hell.

“I dunno. I never talked to him much.” She finished thoughtfully.

“Well…” Because Eddie was thinking now. Oh this could be good. No way was he going into His Majesty’s territory without backup (alone, looking like a loser). And no fucking way Eddie’d bring his friends. (They’d take one look at Steve’s outfit and so would start the teasing that Eddie probably thinks it only makes him hotter - and the worse part is they’d be right).

But. He had company now. It’s a win-win really!

“You feeling peckish?”

[ellieslittleslutt]

Late Nights

cw: fluff?? vi calls reader cupcake and princess once but that expected. some vague mentions of insomnia i guess.

a/n: uhm so first vi fic that’s wild, defo going to write more roommate vi bc im yearning and i need her so bad it’s not even funny.

wc- 0.5k

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you had problems with sleeping sometimes. wether it was going to bed at a reasonable time or even just getting a deep sleep it was always a problem with you.

tonight was no exception. you were lounging on the couch of your guys’ apartment, doom scrolling on tiktok mindlessly liking whatever you found the slightest bit relatable. it’s was around 1 am which wasn’t too bad but still not ideal. on the coffee table sat a your favorite mug full of sleepytime tea in hopes that it would coax you back to sleep, but like every other time it never worked and didn’t even taste that good.

you were huddled up in the blankets when you saw your pink haired roommate coming out of her room, hair messed up wearing sleep shorts and a sports bra. she didn’t notice you at first in the dark, but then she accidentally sat down on you causing you to yelp smacking her arm “vi get off of me” you groaned.

“shit sorry princess” she mumbled half asleep scooting over. that god damn nickname always got you. you huffed going back to your phone “why’re you up?” you mumbled glancing at her. “i could ask you the same thing hm?” she hums sipping your tea “eugh fuck, this taste like dirty cardboard water” her face in a tight frown putting the mug down. “why do you think it’s half full idiot”

she leaned back against the couch sighing “so wait why’re you up?” she asked glancing over at you. “couldn’t sleep” you hummed resting your head against your elbow looking at her “and you?”“fucking jayce kept calling me” she mumbled with a yawn “asking about how to get bitches.” you chuckled softly shaking your head “viktor?” you asked “you know it.”

you hummed looking over at her kind of star struck by how she looked. you swear you had cartoon heart eyes beating out of your eye sockets. she looked at you with a soft smile patting your shin “wanna watch a movie?” she asks snapping you out of your trance and you just nodded clearing your throat “oh yeah” you said awkwardly pushing yourself up reaching for the remote.

you two both agreed on mean girls because why the fuck not. you sat closer to her your head slowly lolling itself onto her shoulder, vi looked down at you wrapping an arm around you so that you don’t slump down “you’re gonna hurt your neck if you fall asleep like that” she whispered rubbing your arm.

you hummed sleepily in response your lashes resting against your cheeks. vi made the connection that you weren’t going to get back to bed on your own so she paused the movie, and got up slowly lifting you into her arms to carry you back to your room lying you back down onto your blankets tucking you into how you liked.

you don’t know why but just for some reason you felt comfortable around vi, more relaxed and like your self. this is one of the few nights you fell asleep before 3 am and without a melatonin.

vi walked to the door turning off the lamp “night cupcake” she said softly before shutting the door walking off to her room.

from that night on vi would meet you in the couch just so you could yes fall asleep in her arms, totally platonic though… right?

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@autisticintr0vert wifey: @bugbit3ss

[supernova41st]

Hear me out... TF2 mercs with an easily flustered s/o, like so easily flustered even purring out petnames makes reader bright red and stammering like a school girl with a crush

Blush Crush! ᥫ᭡⋆࣪

Tf2 x Flustered!Reader

A/n: I know I made a poll and everything but this req was so cute I just had to make it!! I tried not to do the wattpad “her face was blushing bright red” stuff so I just said rosy a whole bunch. Enjoy!!

Warnings: None

Medic

❥ Definitely takes him some time to catch onto what’s happening.

❥ You had admired him from a distance since he seemed more attached to his projects than some lovey dovey crushes, but that didn’t stop you from yearning!

❥ Once it was your turn to take the Uber surgery your pulse had been rushing since you sat in that waiting room

“Let’s see.. your blood pressure is pretty good”

“Oh stopp! 🤭”

“..alright then”

❥ He did notice how rosy your skin gets when you’re in the same room, and whenever anyone mentioned his name.

❥ If he Ubers you you’re always on straight PANIC MODE.

‘gasp Oh my god. okay okay, is my stance good? Forget that-do I look good?? I don’t wanna die in front of him but I also don’t want to look stupid!! His eyes are practically glued to me right now! Oh, he’s dead.’

❥ Once he did catch up to what was happening he felt embarrassed himself for not noticing sooner since it seemed so obvious.

❥ Has no idea what to make of it, this guy spends his days experimenting on beheaded spies what do you want him to do?

❥ All of a sudden he was the one blushing and getting all flustered.

❥ He started avoiding eye contact while healing you, kicking the dirt all shyly 😭

❥ He’d deliver love notes via Archimedes, you can barely read it tho cuz he has that doctor hand writing <//3

Scout

❥ oh em gee 😒

❥ Don’t even get him started, he loves making you blush and giggle

❥ Scout is quite bold so as soon as he saw your face turn slightly rosy he became so flirty

❥ He’d do the classic lean against the wall type flirting before matches just to feed his ego before entering battle

“Yeah I’ve been hittin’ the gym recently, gotta get these babies ready for the summer”

“Oh wow! You’re so cool, Jeremy..”

❥ The rest of the team feels like a disappointed dad. “You could’ve done better” type shit

❥ Scout would steal your kills to look like he was “saving” you, you’re too flustered to notice

“Whew, you okay (Y/N)?”

“Oh my god, thank you Jeremy…”

❥ First date was at an arcade so that he could impress you with winning some claw machine prizes *he ended up losing 5x and you got him something instead

❥ Neither of you can get enough of each other, especially after dating. You two are always linking pinkies while the team goes over a plan of some sorts

❥ Y’all are that one hallway couple in high school.

“Alright team, we read- euah.. 😟”

“Sorry Engineer, just giving sum goodluck kisses”

“Eugh creepy, could you get neutered you dog?”

Engineer

❥ Engie does catch on to you being so flustered around him but he sorta doubts himself because he’s unsure if it’ll be a distraction from his work life.

❥ After a few weeks he thought “Hey, why the hell not?”, with how hard you were crushing on him, he was sure that soon enough you’d guys be together

❥ He is quite old fashioned, he’s the type to show up to your door step with flowers and would ask to go out for milkshakes

❥ On your first date he got you a bouquet of flowers he sculpted from metal

“Aww you got me flowers? How sweet..”

“Sure did sugar, my love for you oughta wilt away once it does.”

“….”

“..you good?”

You died.

❥ At least you were able to give him his sunflowers. His favorite kind!!

❥ He’s happy he was able to build up the guts to put himself out there again, he adores you, thinks you’re cute for the most part but also charming in a way.

“So do the sentries build themselves or?”

“Nope, I just gotta be quick with buildin’ then between fights, keeps me sharp”

“You’re so amazing Engie! I could listen to you talk all day ༯”

❥ You’re lucky he finds your swooning cute, otherwise he’d probably build some sentries to make sure you weren’t watching him sleep at night.

[slasher-cam]

Hello Hello! I hope you're doing good!

Since requests are open, what about Dogday getting saved by a teenager who’s desensitized to the horrors of the factory? Like of course, they’re perturbed, but aside from initially seeing Dogday(because holy shit), the biggest reaction they’ll give is a cringe and a “eugh” or some other tame exclamation of “that’s fucked up.” Essentially just Dogday interacting with a kid who’s weirdly chill with the circumstances and tries to be silly sometimes to lighten the mood (they’re not good at being serious).

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!

Weird Kid

Request? [ yes ] [no] Notes|| Thank you for the request!! Good day/night as well, hope you enjoy xo Synopsis|| You were a child in a orphanage after you were detained from Playtime.co when you get a cryptic letter. You meet dogday who is a little more than surprised to see another kid after so long Warnings||SFW-♡,PLATONIC-❁, crack?? ASKS-✰ Word Count||381

It was already weird enough when you got a letter in the mail saying "Everyone thinks the staff dissapeared 10 years ago, Wer'e still here FIND THE FLOWER"

They couldn't even spell "disappeared" correctly..

Needless to say you were suspicious but you couldn't help yourself but to go

But no matter what horrors you discovered and monsters you fought, you forced yourself to carry on deeper and deeper

What can i say? Your child brain yearned for the mines

And boy..did you go deep...

After it took you ages to get power back to the playhouse you stumbled into the play structure and saw him

DogDay

He was chained by his wrists and spilt down his middle with only a belt keeping his innards well, In

He looked up, his eyes near lifeless until he looked at you

"You...you're Poppy's angel!..come to save us.."

"Shit,..what the hell happened to you?"

"Language angel!"

DogDay was still getting over the shock of someone finding him after so many years, much less a scrawny little 16 y/o

His eyes widen in surprise as you pick him up and strap him to your back with the belts the use to hold him by his wrists

"Are you sure I'm not to heavy angel? You should just leave me angel, I'm a lost cause."

"Eh you're only a little heavy but I've been through worse in this hellhole. Besides, no way in hell i would leave you behind. You're the first friend i made that didn't try to kill me right away"

You joke with him trying to lighten up the mood as you smile in what feel like forever

Hes totally weirded out by how calm you are staying with the situation you're in but he can't complain. I mean he activly had his legs cut off and was hung by some chains for god knows how many years.

He totally expected you to by scream and crying from being traumatized from seeing him in his current state but now he is from how calm you are

DEFINITELY weirded out by how calm and nonchalantly you are sewing on a new pair of legs to him

But its a bit comforting to have someone treat him normal than screaming in terror

NEW FRIEND UNLOCKED

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Hope you enjoyed xoxoᡣ𐭩

[lunarcat982]

Untitled book

ok so here's chapter 1 of a story I'm writing I've already written the first 3 chapters so will prob post them at some point. Also this is rly long so if u want me to post further chapters like split into different posts or something js say! and pls give ideas and feedback (it won't be perfect so I'll defo need like improvements lol) :))

Chapter 1 

Meet Felix 

Felix sighed as he walked down the crowded hallway of his school, his thoughts drowning in the chatter and enjoyment within his peers. you could vaguely hear his timid footsteps echo around the school. He had bags under his eyes with a tint of red. He’d been crying again. It was so hard sometimes… It hurt. He couldn’t bear it. It was the end of another day just like the others, painful, emotionless and hell.  Felix's phone buzzed in his blazer pocket, probably mum or dad asking him for something as they always do.  Oh… it was Isabell. They used to be friends a few weeks back, good friends, but she said she wanted to find some new ‘people’ and maybe find love, or some generic shit like that anyway. He couldn't remember what she said exactly, but it didn’t help with his mental state, she was one of the few people who kept him at least a little happy in this fucked up world. Haha probably the only person, and then when she went away, he couldn’t help feeling empty and alone, not even his parents talked to him anymore. 

Apparently, she wanted to meet him somewhere today at 4:00, she wanted to talk about how things are going and maybe hang out a bit more. Felix managed a meek smile, maybe he did have someone to relate to, maybe his existence wasn’t so meaningless. He was getting his hopes up, that was the mistake. 

Felix walked up the steep hill that led to the long winding road that accommodated his house. His feet gently smothered browning leaves that had recently fallen from their respective branches. He had already started conjuring up what to say, what to ask. The only problem was getting out of his house after he was in it, of course mum would start bombarding him with questions about girlfriends if he brought up the fact he was going out with a girl. He would have to lie, not that it meant anything, it was almost instinctive now. He just couldn't get why they didn't understand he wasn't interested in any girls! It angered him more than it should have. 

He had arrived, he stood tiresomely in front of the bleak grey door he knew only too well; something about impressing the neighbours, his mum had said. Lazily he pulled on the handle and slowly opened and closed the door. Nothing, he was safe. Carefully Felix ascended the stairs and changed into something more suitable than his confining uniform; and yet even after this he still felt constricted by his parents' choice of clothes, he yearned for something more…  expressive. It-it didn't matter now, he had to go, he was going to be late. He was downstairs now, and was about to leave, but. 

“And just where do you think you’re goin?” her voice was slurred and slow, she had been drinking again. Felix sighed, “I-I’m going to see a friend”

“Which friend!” His mother snapped at him drawing another gulp of wine from one of her already half empty glasses. 

“It’s a boy mum! Okay?” Felix said, actively avoiding looking at the mess, which was his birth mother, he couldn’t stand to see anyone, not even her like this. 

“Eugh, fuckin’ hell Felix, you keep on seein’ all these boys, you’re gonna end up a fag,” 

Felix shut his eyes and tried ignoring the comment, even though the anger was begging to be let out. He never supported his mum’s or, well, the whole town's view on the LGBTQ+ community. But he couldn’t think about that right now, he needed to go, and with that his mum slunk back into the living room in which all the blinds were drawn down, and Felix swung the door open and slammed it shut behind him, ready to see an old friend.    

He was starting to smile more now, he felt heavy weights he’d been carrying for God knows how long lift off him. He felt a sense of escape rush over him; escape from his family? guilt? He wasn’t sure, but it made him feel better and that's all that mattered right now.  And then it hit him, they hadn’t even organised an area to meet up. That was stupid of him. He quickly pried the phone from his pocket and texted asking to meet at… maybe Grey Heart woods? Yeah, that was a good place, he had an idea of something to show her. Felix smiled at the thought of this, he hadn’t been given the chance to express his interests for a long while now and he was eager to do so.  His phone buzzed in his hand “yh ok” she replied.  

15 minutes later Felix was outside the field by Grey Heart woods, he used to hang out here, back when everything was simpler, and he didn’t feel alone all the time. This was where he first met Isabell, they were both 13, wow 2 years ago. Heh, time flies when you have nothing to do with your life. 

At this moment Felix realised Isabell was nowhere to be seen, he checked his phone: 16:01. She was late, eh it was ok people are often late- he had suggested the meeting spot rather late. It only bothered him when he was late, he couldn’t stand that- it made him very uncomfortable; he still wasn’t sure why. 

5 minutes passed and eventually he saw her come out of an opening to the right. She still had glasses although they were new, a ginger ponytail hung from the back of her head and she seemed more confident than the last team he saw her, taller too.  He put on a smile and tried cleaning the mop of black hair that draped over his forehead. In truth he was nervous, it had been so long, and he didn’t want to lose this like he lost it before. 

They walked towards each other, both smiling, “H-hi!” he said, raising a hand to wave, his attempts at hiding his nervous-ness were poor. “Hellooo!” she giggled. He smiled at this, she hadn’t changed, quirky and weird. 

“Heheh, so how have you been? It's been a long time, "he said, more confident now. “Well, let's see, parents still divorced check, no friends check, oh! And still single, definitely check," "and you?” she asked with a beaming smile. 

“Wow ok, let me think, I’ve been rotting away in my room, been crying in the school bathrooms and been completely and utterly alone,” he said, hinting at how much her sudden leaving hurt him. 

“Yeah, I’ll cheers to that!” She said, distracted, looking into the woods to the left of them both. “So, you wanna go in?” she asked signalling towards the woods 

“Um yeah sure,” “I actually have something to show you!” he said remembering what he was planning. “Oh, you do, do you?” she said once again with that cheeky smile. 

They’d been walking for around 5 minutes into the woods now and Isabell was getting restless, “when are we getting there?” she asked. 

“Hehe don’t worry we’re nearly there, I promise”,  

she wasn’t convinced, he could tell. And she was starting to move her body closer to his as they walked.  That was... new, eh it's probably nothing.  

Finally, the pair came to a stop in front of a large tree, around 5 metres up the trunk were 10 wooden planks nailed into various branches, although some appeared to be losing their grip and leaning off the edges.  “Um what's this?”  

“A treehouse!” He said. He was feeling more open with her now, he didn’t mind her judgement. 

“okayy , how are we gonna get up?” she said a little more interested now. 

“Ladder!” he said, smiling and gesturing towards an arrangement of horizontal wooden slabs scaling the trunk of the tree. 

Isabell frowned at the state of the wood but climbed it, nevertheless. Felix followed her up, close behind, smiling more and more. He missed this place.   

Eventually, the two of them had reached the top, Felix was surprised at how well the place had held up, only a few patches of moss growing here and there. “So, what were you gonna bring me up here for again?” She said, her voice smoother and fluid. It was probably just him. 

“Well,” he said, a little nervous, again, “I actually wanted to show you something I’m really interested in… paradoxes!”  he said, smiling once more. 

She frowned at this, “what?” she said coldly. 

“Y'know, a statement or question that contra-” 

“Are you kidding me?”  

“W-what?” 

“I’ve been acting like all nice for you, like we used to be” “And this is what I get…” “Felix, I LIKE you”  

“I” He didn't know what to do, he was panicking and confused. 

She sighed, “I guess I’ll have to do it myself” she whispered as to not let him hear. He did. “Felix, I’m sorry” she started cooing, that same smooth tone in her voice again, “come on we can just be together, I Know you like me” she started moving towards him on her hands and knees. He froze, he didn’t know what to do and was so confused. She was on him now. “W-” he managed to get the start of a word out before she pressed her lips against his own, closing her eyes she moved her hand to his cheek. He felt her tongue progressing towards his mouth, his back now pressed against the wood beneath him, as she leaned into him. He was scared, so scared, he didn’t like this. Without thinking he pushed against her, releasing himself from her clutch.  She got back onto her knees and looked at him with disgust. He hadn't realised, he was now crying, and his eyes were now red with worry. “Fuck you!” she said now angry, “Y-you freak!” she was hurt too, and he could tell in her voice she was on the brink of tears herself.  Without warning she descended the ladder two steps at a time, and ran away from him, all the while he sat there, tears rolling down his red cheeks.  Felix sat there for half an hour more, crying harder than he had in months, as that word repeated over and over in his head, “Freak”. 

[notgreedo318]

i felt like an asshole because i was being on this stupid website when my literal girlfriend was over..

also, i know i've been acting weird all day, but that's because i'm pissed off, man! i meant like, you guys were saying that shit for so long now, and i didn't know why!

also, no. it does NOT count as yearning.. eugh..

what evidence??? i am not LYING! just because i act all defensive and annoyed is because i don't like when people say that i'm something i'm NOT! it doesn't mean i'm lying. and if you mean you're taking what blue says as evidence, then--well, that's stupid! why trust him..?

and i know i can't CONTROL jealousy, that's not what i was saying. what i was saying was that i'm NOT jealous, and the fact you think i AM is making me go insane! GOD..

[yookodee]

it is pride month and i think i FINALLY realized what I've been struggling with for so long

I'm on the aromantic spectrum, and im an asexual. Specifically, I lie near the demiromantic label. For so long I have struggled with being a hopeless romantic except that I don't really see the romantic part. Hopelessly romantic for a date in a feild where the most that happens is one of us lays our head in the other's lap or holds hands. Hopelessly romantic for a time where I just laugh and sit around a TV with friends as we eat snacks and talk about everything we know and love. Hopelessly romantic for all things platonic.

And god I wish there were a term for that. To say that this whole time what I've yearned for was a friendship felt so deeply in my soul that maybe to an untrained eye it could be romantic, and maybe in a world where all things go how they might in a movie it could be, but for now it just sits and it simmers and it is platonic and it's wonderful and EUGH I'm just such a hopeless platonic it's not funny.

Anyways happy pride month to my fellow aros, be it aroaces or allosexual aros or aros who still yearn for the romantic kind of love.

[luvwich]

Hello Luvwich! I'm reaching out after having been directed to one of your fics (Blacksteel). I've commented some praises, but am in awe of your writing. Absolutely beautiful prose, and I'm eager to read others yours posted. Thank you for writing.

I'm also reaching out as I'd been writing a work for a completely unrelated fandom. I'd had a moot read it to near completion as a semi-beta, but they actually asked if I'd read Blacksteel as a result (it took her no time to track your fic, thats how much it resonated lol). She felt it was inspired by your fic, and I had to look into it as I'd not understood what she meant.

In my fic I'd compared the unattainable relationship to a very rare and limited produced Steinway piano. In a similar way to a chapter in Blacksteel with the Sunbeam Tiger. I see the parallels and was actually a bit taken aback. Our prose is entirely different, and I believe the situations and overall stories are entriely different. But truly it was similar enough that I wanted to reach out and ask for your permission to post that fic when the time comes. I would never want to take from a fellow writer, intentional or not.

In short: a character I've written sees the piano on a posted magazine in a music shop. The woman who runs it tells him it's limited. He later thinks of that unattainable piano when realizing his emotional interest in the other character, as he believes him to be equally unattainable. Otherwise, everything else is different. It's not even a heterosexual ship, nor is it Cyberpunk.

If you're not comfortable, I completely understand. I will find a way. Regardless, I'm thankful that this odd series of events and coincidences led me to your page. Your talent and hard work are remarkable. I am a new fan, truly. Thank you again for putting your work into the world.

With love, Rujii

oh, my god what a lovely ask fhghggm

that thing where yearning for an object is entwined with one's feelings toward a person, eugh i adore it!! the morphology of desire is endlessly enchanting to me, one of my favorite things to write and read and think about. how funny your friend thought of my fic, i'm hiding and screaming. the coincidence is interesting (baader-meinhof alert airhorn) but like, it's such a classic image; aren't our desires constantly being stoked and kindled by advertising, and don't those wires get crossed quite easily! your character sounds so much more genteel than johnny silverhand, though, lol

it goes without saying, yes, yes, post it! you CERTAINLY did not need my permission, but i am happy you reached out ^^ i'm always terrified that i accidentally ripped something off lmao but the truth is there are like 5 ideas in the world and 14 possible metaphors. would love to read your fic when it's finished 💙

(also, your art??!! also you write rolan/tav? 🏃‍♀️)

[whirlybirbs]

drunk!hunter HC? what’s he like around zip? (i saw ur fic snippet on twitter and YEARN for more.)

some headcanons for drunk!hunter

you mean king of “i don’t wanna be here right now because i get sensory overload from the booze, the chicks, and the baseline”.

he only ever goes out on the will of the other’s — and even still he’s really regretting it because hunter’s not really a social butterfly.

it’s not to say he’s shy. it’s just that he has a close knit web of people he cares about and... eugh, regs. drunk reg officers who haven’t seen a day of war since their simulations. eugh.

anyways, he likes fruity drinks. because hunter firmly believes that he should enjoy the drink that’s going to make him wish he was six feet underground the next morning.

forget low-cal beers — this man’s go to is a god damn fruit margarita. starcherry, preferably. yes, sugar on the rim. and a bendy straw, please. maybe a lil umbrella if 79’s got some.

doesn’t take much to get him tipsy — and if he’s around zip... he’s just... sulking really. the bitterness and rivalry that he maintains around zip melts into longing and the daunting realization that he does have feelings (though he’s not really sure what they are, beyond knee jerking attraction) for the bad batch’s new pilot makes him snarl into his ‘ritas.

he stares a lot at zip when he thinks she’s not looking. she always catches the flustered, red cheeked sergeant though. they don’t speak of it. it’s just... y’know. filed away. for now.

after all, he’s not the type to shoot his shot when he’s drunk. honestly, out of all his brothers, he’s the more reserved one when it comes time for some extracirruclars on leave. tech, suprisingly, swings the highest in the count. but that’s a whole different discussion for a different time.

he will stare longingly, pout and pine, though.

and when he’s real drunk — he’s a tired, mushy drunk who has fallen asleep on wrecker’s shoulder more than once in the taxi back to the barracks.

(blackout drunk!hunter is a dancer — not a good one, but one that is consistently swarmed with girls on the crowded floor of 79’s. one night an equally tossed zip is one of those dancers. they make out in the middle of the club. neither of them remember it.)

eventually is the one who sobers up enough to call a cab. corals the crew. good semi-sober leader.

if hunter is still drunk by the time they go home, crosshair knows he’s in for a treat because of the sergeant’s consistent habit of yacking in the barracks bathrooms the next morning. crosshair, who’s room is right next door, hears it all everytime.

[dr-who-said-lgbtq-rights]

i, a fan of superwholock, dissect and give my opinion on the individual shows

idk i thought this would be fun and i currently have 4-5 hours to kill soooo

let’s start with

doctor who

(only new who. i have not seen the older stuff :( )

k. so. i have been a fan of this since i was pretty young. honestly i think i was a little too young to be watching it when my mom first showed me it but that’s beside the point. basically: i really like dr who

this is probably the best show out of superwholock, both in my opinion and in general. however... i am going to be nitpicky bc why not

1. the canon. 

(yes the example is abt a dr who episode)

in short, the canon is comprised of a) retcons and b) contradictions. im not an avid follower of canon with any media but good god nobody can keep up with dr who canon

(i am blaming moffat bc i hate him and i think a lot of it is his fault anyway)

2. representation

honestly, the representation isn’t bad. however, i would describe it less as “good” and more as “a good starting point.”

for example, there is quite a bit of queer rep, POC rep, and a lot of characters are women. however, while this is nice, the show could still use a lot more rep, and the rep it has currently should probably be improved upon (for example: jack harkness is NOT straight, but he falls under the “multi-spec person wants to screw everyone” stereotype (i have not seen torchwood so this may be amended in that i just needed an example off the top of my head)).

3. story

some people yearn for romance. i yearn for the days when the doc would take their companion to some party, flirt with a tree, the companion almost dies while britney spears is playing in the background, etc. etc.

basically, the story starts out nice. just a bunch of goofing off, maybe a “big deal” thing here and there. life was fun.

then, the story changes. (this happened specifically from eleven onward, so yeah you can bet your ass im blaming moffat ‘cuz it’s his fault) things gradually became less fun. conspiracies ran amok; just when you thought it was over, turns out there’s an even bigger part of this plan that what you just defeated. the doc actually started caring about the timeline (what happened to time being wibbly wobbly?) sure, there are still fun episodes where the doc and the companion(s) go out for funsies but it’s just not the same as it was. 

4. morals

morals are good. basically:

you can have a dark past but still have a bright future, and

be kind

bonus 5. cowardice

at least one of the doctors played by one of the male actors should have worn a dress. there were plenty of opportunities but noooooo there’s a gender binary or something (like,,, they’re an alien????? if gender on gallifrey is the same as gender on earth i am going to fly to britain and drop kick some writers)

OVERALL

needs work, but p good and enjoyable.

~~~

now it’s time for 

sherlock

just. um. ohhh boy. basically

but i am going to do my best

1. representation

eugh. representation was baaaad in this. like, i think the only POC in the entire show that had any significance were the Chinese gang members and that is like,,, incredibly poor rep. i think the innkeepers in thob were gay but that’s as far as queer rep goes. there were a few women, i would die for all of them, we need more women. also the “im a high functioning sociopath” line makes me cringe everytime

basically this show had shit representation

2. john

okee he’s a great character right??? the common sense of the operation right??? wrong

he cheated on mary??? and we don’t address it like,,, at all??? it made me so fucking mad. 

(again fuck you moffat and gatiss probably had something to do with it too so im mad at him as well)

3. sherlock

classic “let’s make him a bitch” mistake. needs the stick surgically removed from his ass

4. story

story’s actually not that bad. it’s not like, great or anything but i enjoy it

bonus 5. ending

i just want to address it. i think the ending was p good and yall tjlc-ers are just upset that they didn’t bang or anything. they’re literally living in the same [two-room] flat??? and they’re raising rosie???? TOGETHER???? like what more do you want

anyway sherlock’s ace soooo

OVERALL

eh. needs LOTS of work. i love mrs hudson tho, she’s beautiful

~~~

and finally

supernatural

ohohoh. boooyyyy.

(plz forgive me this is so shitty but i threw it together in like,,, a minute)

1. story

aight so the first five seasons? p good. not much to say there

the other ten? the skill level of the writing went wayyyyyy down but i still enjoyed it

2. representation

this show is notorious for bad rep and for good reason. kevin, our beloved prophet and the only recurring asian-american character? dead. charlie, so nerdy and fun and also a lesbian? dead. castiel, the angel who was totally gay? dead. basically: if you find yourself in spn and you are not a straight white man, etc etc, you are going to a) die or b) die but in a worse way

3. mythology/treatment of religions

okay so. a while back i had a wicca/witchcraft hyperfixation which was closely followed by a general pagan religions hyperfixation, so i know some stuff here and there abt religions.

and good golly does this show make me MAD

why is christianity the central and most powerful religion? (i know why, it’s a rhetorical question) why do you demonize the other religions?? (again it’s rhetorical)

one thing that really annoys me is when they say something is a “pagan god.” like,,, do you know how many gods that contains??? if you didn’t know, a religion is considered pagan if it isn’t under the abrahamic religions umbrella. what are the abrahamic religions, you ask? well, they are christianity, judaism, and islam. literally every other religion ever is a pagan religion. so, when they say “it’s a pagan god,” i cry.

back to demonizing... they literally made a greek muse eat someone. my greek mythology phase ended a long time ago and i didn’t really get into the muses but i am p sure they didn’t eat people. also the fact that it makes hoodoo look dark and stuff when it’s actually more abt peace and healing... i bet ten dollars it’s because hoodoo was created by enslaved african americans

there are so many examples of this show disrespecting religions... i just can’t

4. general notes

(for you himym fans: *saluting* general notes) (sorry i couldn’t resist)

-the filler episodes/episodes where random shit happened were the best

-the finale memes are *chef’s kiss*

-god there’s so much abt this show that i can’t even choose bc my brain is overloading

-am i glad amara wasn’t ganked at the end of s11? yes. am i happy about the dean/amara kiss? gods no

-john winchester 🤝 steven moffat: getting a spot on my “fuck you” list

OVERALL

there is just. so much improvement needed. however if there is an absolute shit show with likeable characters i tend to gravitate to it

~~~

and for funsies let’s talk abt superwholock as a whole

-honestly im a sucker for crossover fandoms. if you scroll far enough on my blog you may find my rotbtd fanart. 

-it’s honestly just a fun idea

-there’s a lot of ways you could make it happen and all of them are fun

-great opportunities for rarepairs so rare no crackshipper has thought of it

~~~

aight that’s it. thank you for reading! if you have any questions abt my opinions abt other aspects of the shows just ask, i like talking abt this

[lordxgrinnyxboy]

listening to the london version, 3/4

a scar is born!

“Grinpayne? Grinpayne?!” Dea...when you find him...kill him.

“something is scorching the air ‘round my head” it’s your thots gwyn weren’t you paying attention

“Is this the truth? Is this the truth, now?” first of all Excellent Vibes but also can we get some Gwynplaine Trelaw + If It’s True in the club? Especially the Justin Vernon If It’s True? i yearn

i love osric. so much.

haha funny how he says he thinks Gwyn is “the only son of God” and Gwyn is fact the only son of Lord Trelaw. could go further but im low on braincells u-u

...this whole sequence is so weird.

“Is this the truth? Is this the truth, now?”   please just go lie down sweetheart you are too far gone right now.

“This exquisite boy” awwwww

i’m missing about 90% of what they’re saying actually

*googles lyrics* oh

the tonal dissonance between the way they sing it all cheerful and the fact that This Is Freaking Creepy As Hell with a side of Really Really Sad is just. :O

labyrinth

alright darling let’s see what you’ve got

The Good Stuff Right There

Theremin = Good

interesting he says “something in me is burning” and, at least in the bristol version, Dea makes comments about the Crimson Lethe ‘burning a hole’ in Gwyn’s heart

In the other one he didn’t really comment much about...anything that was going on, really. He’s just kind of there during the scenes where people react to his wound. But here he has a whole verse about it and that’s...different.

“The people say the Grinning Man’s opened their eyes/can they hear the future in my shattered cries” OOF

“Why in hell would I want to feel it again?”

“what if that monster could also change me” 😭😭😭 i am. *snort* vanquished. i cease to be, to live.

PROTECT HIM

are the ‘scorching’ thoughts supposed to be taken literally in this one i mean they keep bringing it up soooo

oh here we go here we go the Dea part let’s go

“and pain, the only comfort I could find” BABY

“Stories are her way of seeing” god i love this part

BUT SHE WOULDN’T LOVE ME IF HER EYES COULD SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUEH

go off theremin! love you!

“If they find laughter in my face, why should I run from their embrace?” HECK

“The dancing with the monsters in my mind” HECK HECK

“and touch it with a heart that isn’t blind” GWYNLIT FERMAIN TRECHARLIE CLANLAW YOU HUSH NOW

side effects of crimson lethe may include dumbass disease

he flourished the R XD

“FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACEUH”

i am. exhausted. this one can stay. how’d they fit so much more content in this one

Only a Clown

we’re. going from THAT, to- to th- okay

dambit barkilphedrno

“in truth, I felt like singing, so I did” cartoon villain u-u

this is another deeply unsettling one tbh like just the happy way he’s singing but while setting up the nooses and whatnot it’s just eugh

wait so earlier Gwyn says, “can they hear the future in my shattered cries” and here Barkilphedro says that he can “see a bold new horizon”

“imagine the blade of bilboa in your hand” *Legend of Zelda Link Impersonation* Gwynlit what are you doing

oh sh the “NOOOO” and “FATHER” in this one we actually HEAR the reactions? oh heck heck heck

*adds Tiny, Wretched, and Helpless to the ongoing list of things Gwyn has been called*

OH THIS ONE SLAPS they made a whole bop out of

awww he cryin in the background :((((

damn it bark il phed ro

oh heck this is creepier

FRICK SPIKE IS HERE THIS TIME WHAT TH

is spike still played by dirry-moir’s actor in this one too bc That Is A LOT

one small slice bitch you dragged him on that scythe three freaking times

LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICIN

SHUT UP SHUT UP STOP PAUSE RIGHT THERE NOPE NUH UH NOT TODAY

brand new world of feeling ( reprise )

hello i am grateful to be here. what a fabulous place to find myself. that is, anywhere but the above. 

u-u Gwyn Makes Bad Choices: The Movie

Josiana CALM DOWN jeez you’re gonna scare somebody

oh yeah she definitely said Freak in this version.

“Love?” see now you’re asking the right questions 

no longer grateful to be here

music’s pretty though

wait no where’s the guard when i need them to show up

THANK YOU QUAKE, THANK YOU.

“Did this brute hurt you” *lizard impersonation* “quite the opposite” i’m going to go climb into my mailbox and die there. Why This. Genuinely Why This.

“The torture chamber, not the nightclub” EXCUSE? PARDON? WHAT?

Josiana i genuinely hate that u can sing like an angel it isn’t fair

the smiling song

what is a smiling song precious we are Not Familiar

ohhhhh nvm this is the “have him hold the giant puppet head and get everybody to surround him so the audience won’t see him putting on a shirt” song

who the hell is this

angelica???

DEA TAKE ME BACK TO THE PLACE

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

Call him freak one more time Jojo. Call him freak again.

“I can’t believe that filth-ridden clown soon will be wearing my velvet gown” it’s funny Bark bc Gwynp could actually say the same thing,,,,,

THE DAY I WAS ALMOST A LOOOOOOOORD not as good

something something “Josiana, what did she see, could I see Dea the way she saw me” W H A T

so is he like. awake. in this version or.

[trialround]

Allow me this one

Stephan Leyhe/Andreas Wellinger

Wisla 2019

Spending the season apart was never supposed to be our reality.

”If you say you miss me, I’ll hang up the phone right now. It’s been only three days,” is the way Andi greets me when he picks up the phone. He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before continuing himself. “We agreed to be sensible, cold-hearted adults who will treat this as a minor inconvenience. No mushy feelings allowed! Now we are just like any other couple who has to deal with the other half travelling all the time. This is the new reality.”

“Richi snores,” I say because that’s the first thing that comes to my mind other than the fact how much this reality sucks. The reality where I’m sitting in a hotel in Poland, while Andi is at home where he will stay the whole winter while I’m away. It would be mostly fine, had we known this would be our reality, when we started dating, but that hadn’t been the case. We both had known there was the possibility of not competing together but over the years it became a distant nightmare when we established our places in the national team.

Spending the season apart was never supposed to be our reality.

“What? Right now? It’s only past seven.” Andi sounds as tense as I feel. It’s only been a few days, but it’s been harder than I thought. Not having him here has made me realize how much we really lean on each other, on the job and off it.

“Not right now. Now he’s in the shower. Just, you know, I general. He keeps me awake at night.”

“Wear earplugs,” Andi suggests sounding completely unsympathetic. “Or pick another roommate.”

“I can’t just pick whoever I want, that’s not how it works. My roommate is not here so I’m left with whoever wants to take me. So I ended up with Richi. Who snores.” Demanding sympathy from him is useless. It’s easier to leave than to be left behind after all, and I know I shouldn’t really complain about anything. Complaining keeps things light though, and light, easy banter is allowed. Encouraged even. It takes both of our minds away from thinking how much this sucks.

“Let me get this straight: you interrupted my lazy evening because you wanted to complain about Richi’s snoring?” Andi sounds mildly annoyed. It has been a bad day for him, I can tell.

“Well, no. But I’m not allowed to talk about the reason I really called you so I had to come up with something else instead.”

We made rules before I left. We both knew talking about the situation would make us both only miserable. It is what it is, and we have to deal with that. So we banned sadness and pining for each other. There would be no tears on either end, no yearning to be together rather than apart. There would be only the easy banter, light back and forth. We know each other well enough to read between the lines, hear the true feelings behind the banter: those needs and fears that are too big to say out loud.

“Come up with something better then. I��m not interested in hearing about Richi’s sleeping habits.”

“He sleeps naked too,” I huff.

“Are you thinking about ditching me and changing for a fitter model?” There’s a familiar hint of mischief in Andi’s voice.

“What? Eugh, no!”

“Good,” Andi says. “Do not get any ideas while I’m not there to supervise.”

“Oh, yeah, because I’m the one who gets rogue when left untended,” I say drily.

“Well, who knows what you get up to while I’m not around.”

“Wild parties and casual flirting with anyone who comes close enough,” I say immediately.

“I knew it.”

“Dancing on the tables every night, crawling back to bed at five am,” I continue.

“That’s pushing it. You hate dancing.”

“You don’t know what a few vodka shots can do.”

“Oh, alcohol too. You rebel.” His voice sounds lighter already.

“I have unhealthy coping mechanisms.”

“So when you get kicked out of the team because of drinking and partying, it’s my fault?” Andi asks, laughing.

“Of course.”

“I’m hiring someone to keep you in line then. Can’t take the blame for ruining your career. Karl will help, I’m sure,” Andi ponders. He mutters something to himself, I can hear him moving around in our apartment. Imagining him padding to the bedroom, curling up alone in our bed makes something twist in my stomach.

“What about you?” I ask, distracting myself from my thoughts.

“What about me? I don’t need any supervision. I know how to behave.”

“Really?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, it’s offensive,” Andi huffs.

“Any coping mechanisms though?”

The other side of the line is quiet for a while, and I start to think I’ve crossed the invisible line with my question. Maybe it hits too close to home.

“Oh yeah! Chocolate,” comes Andi’s answer though, bright and happy as always, and I know the line is intact.

“Oh no,” I moan.

“Oh yes. I still have connections despite having a new sponsor.” He’s probably wiggling his brows.

“How much weight have you put up when I come home again?” I sigh.

“None. I keep up with my exercises. Even without you here providing an incentive.” He’s definitely wiggling his brows now. “You know, I also sleep naked,” Andi lowers his voice to a husky whisper. “In our bed. And without you here, I got the toys out to keep me company. You know the one we got last year for Valentine’s day – “

“Shut up, you sleep in my pyjamas curled around my pillow,” I interrupt before he gets too graphic.

“I most certainly do not!” He sounds offended.

“Bet you’re wearing my shirt right now. That yellow one that has a hole in the sleeve,” I tease. I know I’m right, when I hear him huff from the other side.

“It was the only one clean,” he says, petulant.

“I did laundry before I left,” I point out, laughing as my words are met with silence. “And I remember folding at least seven of your shirts ready for you to wear.”

“Yeah, well – “ Andi falls silent, and I can practically hear him trying to think a snarky comeback. His silence makes me laugh even more. “Shut up,” comes his order from the other side. He’s clearly annoyed at himself for not thinking anything clever to say back at me. I listen to the silence on the phone for a little while before caving in.

“I’m wearing your hoodie,” I amend softly.

“No mushiness!” he barks immediately, hearing my voice edge towards the danger zone.

“Fine. I’m taking it off then,” I continue.

“Don’t you dare,” he warns, and I smile as I hear the smile on his voice too.

“Make up your mind already.”

“I can be as indecisive as I like!”

“Pretty sure that’s my personality trait, not yours.”

“They say old married couples start to resemble each other.”

“We are neither old nor married,” I laugh at his words.

“Only because you rejected my proposal,” huffs Andi.

“If you still think ‘we should just get married so my sisters would stop nagging about it’ counts as a proper marriage proposal, we need to break up right now.”

“Admittedly not my proudest moment.”

“I’m glad you think so,” I smile to the phone.

“I’ll make it up to you one day,” he promises.

“You better. Nothing too grand though. And definitely nothing public.”

“Yeah yeah, I know.” He does know. We have talked about it before, casually, laughing about it, but deep down we both know it’s not a joke. There’s intention behind every word, a trust that a future together is what we both want.

Andi goes on about listing the things I definitely do not want my proposal to include. I’m happy to note that he seems to remember all my wishes.

As Andi is listing, the bathroom door opens and Richi steps outside zipping up his jeans. He mumbles something to me and gestures towards the phone.

“Richi is out of the shower,” I inform Andi. “And he wants me to tell you I’m a lovesick idiot for missing you after only three days,” I interpret Richi’s gestures.

“Tell him, I agree,” Andi says.

“He says he agrees,” I tell Richi who now fights the shirt over his head and grabs the phone away from me.

“You are probably even worse,” Richi hollers to the phone.”I’ll have you know Stephan has been very well behaved. Frankly I thought he’d be better off without you distracting him all the time, but turns out that might not be the case. But we’re all being very kind with him and we make sure he eats and sleeps enough and doesn’t worry too much,” Richi reports to Andi while patting my head. I try to push his hand aways but he only grins at me. “Anyway, I’m getting dinner now so I’ll be out for an hour or so, so you’re welcome to have all the phone sex you want while I’m away. Bye!”

“There will be no phone sex,” I inform Andi as soon as Richi has gone.

“Oh, don’t worry I didn’t get my hopes up. I know you’re old-fashioned and boring, and having sex via phone is the most repulsive idea ever.”

“True,” I smile.

“Even if your super hot boyfriend is laying naked in the bed, slowly stroking –“

“I’m hanging up.”

“Boring.”

“Yeah, well. Maybe you should ditch me then and find yourself a more adventurous partner.”

“Oi, no insulting my boyfriend! I’m the only one who gets to do that,” Andi interrupts immediately. Maybe it’s for the best. That’s the joke that always falls a bit flat even if I’m trying to be better about it. It’s difficult to shake the old insecurities, the feeling that maybe I am sometimes too boring for Andi.

“I’ll have you know, my boyfriend is plenty adventurous,” Andi continues, and it’s impossible to feel insecure when I hear the pride in his voice. It makes me smile. “Once we had sex in the waxing cabin.”

The smile is quickly gone from my face. “Oh god, don’t remind me.”

“Markus finding the condom we lost is still the most hilarious thing ever,” Andi laughs.

“You mean mortifying,” I correct him.

“Oh come on, it was highly amusing.”

“You have the weirdest sense of humor,” I say as my stomach churns. “Oh.”

“What?”

“I haven’t eaten yet. Richi talking about the dinner made me hungry too, that’s all.”

“Starving to death without me there taking care of you,” Andi gasps dramatically.

“Who’s mushy now?”

“We need to hang up, you need to eat,” Andi says, ignoring my words. “And you better not call me again this weekend or I’ll start to suspect you are breaking our no mushiness rule.”

“Deal.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

“Go have dinner then, love.”

“I will.”

“Okay. I’m going to take the toys out and go to bed. I’ll send you pictures.”

“Please don’t. Markus will find them eventually and be scarred for life.”

“All the more reason,” Andi declares happily.

“You’re horrible.”

“And yet you want to keep me around and never let go.”

“I’m starting to second-guess my decisions.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I’ll hang up now,” I say, because it would be too easy to let him lure me to forget the dinner and just keep talking to him.

“Fine. Bye.”

“See ya.”

The room is too silent without his voice near my ear. I shake my head, rub my eyes, forcing the growing sadness away, and head to the restaurant to find the team. No mushiness, we promised, so I’ll spend the dinner laughing with the team, talking about jumping and the upcoming season, not thinking about Andi who should be here laughing next to me.

He does send me a picture later in the evening. It’s not with the toys though. It’s him wearing my favorite pair of pyjamas, curled up in our bed, smiling sleepily towards the camera. Attached is the text:

Fine, I lied. Allow me this one. Miss you.

[liamvanlaere-blog]

Naturally

Hi everyone. It took a while, but here’s a short story I just finished. Every now and then, I’m going to throw up some little tidbits and ‘scrap’ stories while I work on bigger projects. While I’m generally a fan of fantasy and horror stories, I’m getting into the habit of following whatever mood hits me, and seeing where it goes - at times, that may even include some social issues (you have been warned).

A very good man walked down a sunlit street, with a bounce in his stride and a note in his hand. Being the good man that he was, he'd been given the note by a female admirer. It was his good nature – the women simply loved it.

Earlier that afternoon, he had been shopping around, looking for new gym gear. He took a lot of pride in his fitness, and he could only work out while wearing the latest in sports technology. He was a man of planning, and never failed to plan out a new workout regime each and every time that he saw a Facebook post about exercise. Considering his formidable natural strength, he could only imagine the sick gains he would reap, once he started pumping iron and embracing the grind. Of course, this could only come after the purchase of new gymwear. Among the various health benefits, he was most excited about the increased sexual attention which he would receive – it would give women the excuse they needed to approach him. Even now, he could feel the gaze of every woman on his sharp shoulders, toned hands and chiselled chest.

While he was shopping, he spied a prime catch; just the lady for a good man like himself. She was very pretty, with bouncy hair and bright eyes, she looked like the kind of person that one could have an intelligent conversation with. More importantly, she had terrific breasts. She was short, too, and looked like she might carry just the kind of insecurities that a good man could use to his advantage. Looking nonchalant by completely avoiding her eyes, he indecisively flicked through the racks of clothes, tensing his muscles at strategic points. It was difficult to tell, while he was doing everything he could to not look in her direction, but he got the feeling that she was watching him. She was enjoying the show. It was a sense he had, any good man could feel it when crackling sexual energy was being exchanged between them and an admirer. And what a sexual energy it was, she must be able to tell how good a man he was. His pure and good intentions were driving her wild. He decided to drag it out just a little bit longer, pulling out his trump card. He turned and walked to the next clothes rack, pausing to 'notice' the sales assistant for the first time, ostentatiously scanning his eyes over her body, head to toe. When she met his eyes, she had a practiced indifference – no doubt, she didn't want to give too much away. After a few moments of theatrical humming and hawing, the young lady padded over with a glint in her eye.

“Do you need help with anything, sir?” She asked, with words dripping from her lips like a hundred sultry suggestions. He turned slowly, as if he were in slow motion, and peeled back his lips into a charming sideways grin.

“Why, I think you might be just what I need.” He said, not breaking the essential eye contact for a second. She needed to feel valued by him, of course.

“I'm having trouble finding anything of the right size. I'm sure you know the feeling.” He said, making it very obvious that his penis was the biggest that she would ever see. He noticed her nametag, which read 'Sarah'.

“The men's section over to the right might have something that fits you better.” said Sarah, pointing him in the right direction.

God, the way she said 'men's section' was on the verge of a sexual proposition. Sarah was already deeply under his spell.

“Why thank you, Sarah.” He said breathily.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” She said as he turned to walk away. He held his tongue for a few steps, leaving room for yearning to seep in, increasing her desire for him like any good man should. After four-and-a-half steps he spun majestically.

“Actually, there was one...” He stopped when he saw that she had gone. That elfish little minx was fierier than he thought. She intended to make him traipse and chase her around the shop. He had a choice to make; play her game, or meet her head-on. No, he would not falter. A virtuous man such as himself always took initiative – no quarry or lack of interest was too daunting for his charming persistance.

His resolve girded and his mind made-up, he tramped back to the main desk. It was time for Sarah to meet her next crush. As he strode confidently around the corner, he could see the mix of emotions on Sarah's face – she'd never met a good man like him, and never been beaten at her own game. Inspiration, perhaps, would sum up how Sarah was feeling, watching his arms swing wildly in counterbalance to his long strides. Very long strides, actually; he'd perhaps been too eager and begun to break into a sort of goose-step.

“Is there anything else that I can do for you, sir?”

Now was his time.

“Number.” He said softly.

“What was that, sir?” said Sarah, softlier.

“I need your numb-eugh-er – your number.”

Sometimes his throat would catch; it was part of his good nature. The trick here was to take charge. Sarah would know his good intentions if he did everything perfectly; he spoke demandingly, made sure that his intense stare was directly focused on her mouth. To cap it all off, he let out a knowing chuckle in the middle of the silence which had begun to grow between them. He flashed his teeth again in what was half a smile, half a sexy growl, since women dig a good man with a wild side. In all honesty, his lack of growling practice made it come out as more of a soft meow, but women love cats, so it didn't matter. By now, there was no doubt in the woman's mind that, unlike the plethora of plodding knuckle-draggers who she no-doubt was forced to fend off each day, he was a well-cultured and truly good man – ready to shower her with affection and also psychological tricks. Before long, she would be infatuated by his good nature – but more importantly, she would have no real goals, motivation or personality beyond adoration and agrandisement of his terrific personality. It was only a matter of time; there was not a single example in all of his fantasies where she didn't fall in love with his sticky wit and ribbon-like body. She must have been fighting the urge to leap on him then and there. Her dead-eyed stare could mean nothing else. With an excited sigh, she jotted down some numbers on a piece of paper.

And it was that paper which he held as he jaunted his way down the street, pausing only to shoot finger-guns at a passing pair of women. He was in such a good mood that he only felt slightly hurt when he realised that they hadn't seen him. He checked the number one more time; there was something weird about it. '5556666655', the girl must have paid to get a custom number! She probably thought it made her look cool. The good man sighed; some girls will tell themselves anything in order to feel special.