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[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

Chat, I regret to inform you that I have added a new hyperfixation…so…

Agatha All Along Incorrect Quotes!

Alice: Hold the fuck up.

Also Alice, crawling into Lilia’s lap: It’s me. I’m the fuck up. Hold me.

Rio: I have an idea!

Jen: No murder.

Rio, sighing petulantly: I no longer have an idea.

Lilia: I have a bad feeling about this…

Agatha: What do you mean?

Alice: Don’t you ever get that little voice in the back of your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?

Agatha: No.

Jen: That actually explains so much.

Lilia: As far back as I can remember, I’ve always had this little voice in my head telling me to “live it up today, because there’s not gonna be a lot of tomorrows”.

Agatha: You do realize there’s medication designed to get rid of those kinds of voices, right?

Teen: A bird flew in through my window and I’m trying to befriend it.

*later*

Agatha: Why don’t you quit bothering me and go talk to your bird friend?

Teen: Matthew and I are not speaking at the moment.

*the coven, huddling together behind a makeshift shelter to shield themselves from repeated gunshots*

Alice, hastily shoving the others behind her so she can return fire: Agatha, do you have any idea who would want to shoot you?!

Agatha, squashed between Jen and Rio: Many people want to shoot me. I take great pride in that!

Jen, glaring at the group as she hands over bail money:

Alice, tapping her shoulder: What about Teen?

Jen, glaring more: I’ve got to bail him out too? Where’s Agatha?

Teen: No one called her. We used Lilia’s phone call to call Alice and Rio’s to call you. Then Rio used my phone call to vote for American Idol.

Rio: :)

Jen: Rio isn’t answering her phone.

Agatha: Here, I’ll try.

Jen: Alice and I have tried six times each, what makes you think that-

Rio, picking up on the first ring: Hey, sweetheart.

Agatha: The ends always justify the means!

Jen: Do you know who said that?

Agatha: Was it Oprah or someone nice and great like that?

Jen: It was Machiavelli. A decidedly non-Oprah like person.

Jen: I bet you didn’t even finish the thing I asked you to get done!

Agatha: For your information, I most certainly did! Got it done last night!

Teen, whispering to Agatha: You didn’t get it done, did you?

Agatha, whispering back: I don’t even know what she’s talking about.

Lilia: I am at a loss for words!

Teen, glancing at the camera like his mom like he’s on The Office: Despite being lost for words, Lilia yelled at us for the next 45 minutes.

Agatha, carrying Señor Scratchy out of the room:

Señor Scratchy: *snuggles under her chin*

Agatha, kissing his head: You are being punished. Please stop being adorable. I love you.

Teen: I got a trampoline tent for summer sleepovers!

Jen, whispering to the other adult witches: …think of all the sex.

Alice: There are two types of people.

Rio: If you wanted to eat someone, you could put a fire under it and slowly roast them :)

Lilia: …three. Three types of people.

Jen, cautiously: I can’t believe I didn’t notice this before, but…Teen, you are a little crazy.

Teen: Aren’t we all a little crazy here, Jen?

Jen: No, I mean you’re aging-ballerina, child-chess-prodigy, professional magician kind of crazy.

Teen: It’s my mom’s fault. You know, we come from a Jewish family, but she used to tell me the reason Santa didn’t come was because my room was too dirty.

Rio: I’ve come looking for trouble. And if I can’t find trouble, I WILL create some.

Alice: Do you trust me?

Lilia, smiling proudly at her: Yes.

Alice, who has been completely panicking: Wait, what? Why?!

Agatha, awkwardly glancing around for help: Er…Alice, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know what to say to people who are crying. So I’m just gonna hope that the tone of my voice makes you think I do, okay, sweetie?

Alice, sniffling: …thanks, Agatha.

Agatha, patting her on the back with a bit too much enthusiasm: No problem, kid.

Lilia: I told Agatha about it weeks ago!

Teen: She WHAT?

Agatha: What??? Lilia says insane shit all the time, how was I supposed to know this one was true?!

Lilia: Bank accounts are a sham created by the shadow government!

Agatha: SEE?!

BONUS:

Wanda, watching from the afterlife: so…when exactly do kids grow out of that whole emo, rebellious stage?

Lorna, shrugging: I don’t know. Alice is still in it.

[arrgh-whatever]

[abbyfmc]

Plot Idea #6:

A yandere best friend has had a huge crush on (Y/n) since forever. She was a beautiful woman who worked at the same company as him and he often spent time with her, but he never confessed to her as he always considered himself a weak and useless boy. He grew up in a not-so-good home, which was the reason for his low self-esteem and poor self-perception.

His parents were abusive narcissists who ALWAYS demanded a lot from him in academic and extracurricular studies and didn't allow him a single low grade, to the point that if he failed, they could ignore him or punish him verbally and/or physically. (Y/n) was a classmate who became his friend and helped him see the light in his life and question his parents' behavior a little. To summarize, the yandere best friend befriended (Y/n) and due to his traumas (caused by his parents), he ended up falling in love with her and became motivated to continue studying but this time for himself and of course, to get away from his parents.

He graduated, got a few jobs, studied at the best university thanks to a scholarship, and now he's reunited with his beloved (Y/n) at the company they both now work for. However, he realized that (Y/n) was being stalked by another yandere who was none other than her yandere ex-fiancé. The yandere best friend was physically weaker than him; that's why, when he was kidnapped by the yandere ex-fiancé (who in turn kidnapped his [Y/n]), he was killed along with her, since the yandere ex-fiancé couldn't stand that his beloved not only rejected him, but also protected the yandere best friend.

However, the yandere best friend wakes up in his bed in the middle of the night, excited, and although he thinks it's a nightmare, he sees that the date on his watch says "August 10, 2015," which seemed strange to him. The next morning he realized that he had somehow traveled nine years into the past. In that year, he worked at the same company as his beloved, and he was immensely happy to see her again and feel her embrace.

He didn't want to change that reality for ANYTHING in the world.

Therefore, he would use his knowledge of future events to change not only his course and his end, but also to save his beloved, and how could he not? to make her his and in the process protect her from the yandere ex-fiancé before it's too late.

He changes his look; he dedicates himself to exercise and sports; he approaches (Y/n) with more confidence; he cuts off contact with his narcissistic parents completely, while going to therapy for it; he learns self-defense and gun use; he improves incredibly at his job and earns much more money than before, etc. He also dedicates himself not only to protecting his beloved from everything he considers a danger, but he also pursues the yandere ex-fiancé to get revenge on him and give him some karma for his actions towards (Y/n) and him in his original timeline.

-So, what do you think about this plot?

-A/N: Yes, you can use my plot suggestions for your one shots freely. Just give me credit and that's it.

[nobetafortomorrowedie]

Weird that as someone leaving a religious organization I really understand why people join religious organizations. Like. Finding a group of friendly people with which to socialize is hard.

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

𝙏𝙧𝙮𝙣𝙖 𝙁𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙑𝙤𝙞𝙙

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Best Friends to Lovers, Exes to Best Friends, Hinted Exes to Lovers

Warnings: Mentions of physical harm to y/n (bruises).

Word count: 577

PART 2 HERE

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 「11:37pm」 - 30 days or more was the minimum. That was the agreement made to ensure there were no hard feelings. Once the distance grew, you knew there was no going back. But you never really forget how someone makes you feel.

He had driven to your location to pick you up from an event being held by major Guild Masters. Wrong number. Right time, you figured as you could've swore it was a cab service you called and not his personal phone number.

Mentally cursing yourself as you stood beside him in the rising elevator, that bottle of gwasilju nears its end in your system.

"I already told you I called you by accident." You insist as he walks you to his familiar apartment front door.

Jinwoo's lips go flat while unlocking it, leading you inside. "Accident or not, I wasn't going to leave you there alone. You called, I came."

It was obvious he was worried about you. He managed to bring a jacket to wrap around you and some slides for your feet as he predicted they'd hurt by the end of the night. Habits like these were hard to break.

Much like him getting you a glass of water, fresh washcloths and towels, and one of his shirts to sleep in.

"Jinwoo, I'm serious. You don't need to do all this. I'm fine." You glance up to the ceiling. "It's not their fault I wondered off."

"Regardless, you're here now, so just ease up a bit."

He's always been so stubborn when it came down to you. You nod, stumbling somewhat to the bathroom, him not far behind you. Gently, he took your hand, sitting you down on the rim of the bath tub, massaging cleansing oil onto your face.

Jinwoo knew better, but he couldn't shake you. Your presence reminds him of a simpler time.

He continued your nightly routine, him leading you to his bedroom where your clothes were. "If you want, I'll sleep on the couch."

"It's okay, Jin, I just...this is hard on us both."

Right. Just months ago, you and him did this same song and dance. It wasn't fair how both your duties as hunters found precedence over what was once shared. He's snapped out of his thoughts as you began changing, not bothering to tell him to look away.

"It doesn't have to continue like this - what is that?" His question plummeted swiftly like a guillotine's blade.

You didn't budge, pulling his shirt over your head. "It's nothing. You know I'm careless."

"I won't ask again. Who did that to you?" He approaches you from behind, fingertips barley making contact as you wince. Purplish blue watercolor lined your ribs, tender to the touch, causing you to flinch.

"Let's just say it was a physical disagreement between guild members." You let out a harsh breath. "If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy."

"That's not funny y/n....you've probably had this for weeks, and you weren't going to tell me?"

"And tell you what, Jinwoo? The last thing on my mind was to go crying to you about my problems. You're not my boyfriend anymore." You choke back a lump in your throat upon exit of your sentence. His shirt now draped over your body. "No contact. That was the deal."

"Fuck the deal!" A line appears between Jinwoo's brows. "I never stopped caring."

That was it. The linchpin.

"...What?"

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[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

hey gangalaaaaang remember when i posted a callout here. lol. anyways it happened again here's the twt thread (huge tw for grooming abuse & victimblaming)

tl;dr for those who need a basic rundown stay away from the users @ / horrorbrewery and @ / alliumcrowns . hb (M) is my groomer who knew me since i was 13 and allium (Curse) is their partner who KNOWS they're a groomer / straight up pedo . we all dated each other for a time and once they were done playing with me they both pretty much abandoned me . proof & indepth story is in the qrts + thread itself , and i know aside from twt they're also here so

curse's accounts (fandoms are pretty much listed above but currently she's mostly into fnf, mario's madness/horrorbrew, sonic.exe as well as unused & majin)

M's accounts (fyi for my toontown and rainbow friends mutuals !!! they used to go by oswaldddavis and cogsincorporated / cogsink ! theyre also in the horrorbrew, toontown, rainbow friends , and pacman and the ghostly adventures fandoms.) they're both liars who'll say whatever they need to to get out of this shit, and curse has actively claimed im at fault for my own grooming + abuse. idk if theyve responded to any of these allegations bc theyve blocked me but atp idgaf. theyve both dragged my friends into this situation so it stopped being about ME a longggg fucking time ago.

[fallstaticexit]

Chapter Five Adie - Previous // Next // Beginning - Lore: A Day in the life of a Guardian

Links to references in this update below:

Daera and Aries have a silent alliance aka Daera for sure was mentioning Adie to Nora’s ex at some point

Daera has concerns about Nora

[here-comes-the-moose]

Okay so do you ever randomly think about things you said or did after a little (or a lot of) alcohol was involved? Well, here are some of mine that I think could potentially be the Bad Batch (minus Omega because not only is she a kid and that alone made me uncomfortable, but she reminds me too much of my little sister). I put it under the cut since one of the things is a bit crass (I was going to add something more crass that I said for Hunter but then remembered something else and thought it fit Hunter more than the initial thing)

Hunter- Made out with and grinded on someone in the middle of a club at a Greek Life event

Wrecker- Danced on several elevated surfaces while passionately singing along to the music. May or may not have almost fallen a few times. (Tied with accidentally blowing something up in the microwave)

Tech- “Here’s the thing about the Cold War…” *proceeds to go on a very very long and detailed rant that attracts the attention of other people at the function; gets misinterpreted as me having rizz*

Crosshair- Got extremely bitchy due to insecurities being amplified by the effects of alcohol and then ended the night by crying over being bitchy while eating McDonald’s and refusing any attempts at comforting

Echo- “This isn’t a porno, why the fuck are they dickriding so hard?” (I was talking about some politicians and their supporters)

[stormboundreams]

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕"

𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑷𝑶𝑽

𝑾𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓,

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆�� 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆,

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕,

𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆.

𝑾𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒖𝒏𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅, 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏,

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏,

𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏,

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏.

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍,

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍,

𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒆’𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒐,

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑰 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,

𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓,

𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆,

𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔?

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆,

𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕,

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

It says in your little thing that your Mormon, are you still Mormon cuz respectfully I've heard a lot of shit about Mormons and how they are very transphobic and homophobic! So not trying to be rude just genuinely wondering if I read that wrong or something.

Hey! Yeah, I am a mormon, but I love all my queer siblings, including/especially my trans people. But it's a complicated religion and I have a complicated relationship with it, so I understand the confusion.

The short answer is that I was raised mormon, continue to find a lot of comfort and truth in SOME of their teachings, and I am perpetually very pissed with a lot of their other teachings, cuz yeah, a lot of them are Not Good. So I'm mormon and mad about it. It's kind of like. . .imagine if you were raised Catholic and only really have good memories of your Catholic community and find a lot of comfort in teachings about God's love, but you absolutely despise the administration of the Catholic church and like, everything they say about queer people. It's like that.

The long answer is this:

A) The mormons get a bad rap on the internet for stuff that isn't actually true. If you ever have a specific question, I am happy to answer to the best of my abilities.

B) Having said that, a lot of the teachings of the mormon church regarding queer people are really really bad and I do not support or encourage this even slightly. I myself am queer, and I have to put up with hearing all kinds of queerphobic shit from the church all the time. And I hate it and I speak against it whenever it is safe for me to do so. It just. All of it goes soooo against the other teachings of the church. I am not the only queer member. There is an entire community of us on tumblr over here. We all work and suffer through it together.

C) I still believe in the stuff that's at the fundamentals of the gospel though. Namely, God exists and he loves all of us unconditionally. He sent us to Earth so that we could learn and grow and become happier through our experiences here. Free agency/the ability to make independent choices is very VERY important to him. He sent Jesus Christ to suffer for our sins so that when we do fuck it up, we don't have to live with that guilt forever. Jesus also suffered for our pain and sorrow so that we didn't have to and can bring us healing. We're supposed to love our neighbors with our whole hearts.

I also believe that Joseph Smith did translate the Book of Mormon, although he was still a human being who made mistakes and I don't believe in a LOT of the stuff he said and did. I doubt you've read the Book of Mormon, but it's really just The Bible Extended Edition. There's a reason it's full name is The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ. It covers what the hell was going on in the Americas during the biblical times.

I also believe that God has chosen prophets for our modern day to continue giving us revelation. I also believe those prophets are mostly crusty old men with outdated personal opinions that they mistake for revelation, that they fuck it up a lot, and I wish a lot of them would hurry up and die so I no longer have to listen to their bullshit.

D) Religion and faith are personal. I'm not here to convert anyone, especially other queer people. I continue practicing my religion because I have had literal years and some really amazing people to help me sort out what is good and bad and to figure out what parts of it are best for me as a person. I understand that what's best for some people is literally none of it, and I also understand that while some people could benefit from just doing what I do, that the way the church treats queer people (and also women sometimes) does more harm than the good parts help. So while I talk about my religion sometimes, it's always more about my personal relationship with it and never to try to convert people. I fully support ex-mormons who left the church, because sometimes the environment can be truly toxic and the religious trauma they have experienced is real.

E) The culture of the church and the actual doctrinal teachings of the church are two very different things. Utah mormon culture is also different than regular mormon culture. All of these things have good aspects to them, but church culture and Utah mormon culture also have a lot of really harmful things too, and these don't even have anything to do with the crusty old men being homophobic/transphobic. I am also mad about this, and I also complain about this fairly frequently.

I'm glad you asked because I understand that this stuff can be confusing. I think it's impossible to be any kind of religious queer person and not have a really complicated and deeply personal relationship with your religion.

I hope that answered your question, and I completely understand if this makes my blog feel like an unsafe space for you and you feel like you need to unfollow me. I do, however, tag every church related post I make, both with a religion cw and the tumblr mormon tag. Do what's best for you, and much love.

Also, unrelated, but I really appreciate all the posts you make and every time I see a little notification from you on one of my posts, it makes me so very happy.

[muffingnf]

forever thinking about how nothing will be the same as before this situation and george won't be the same ever again. i just hope he will take of his mental health after this, no matter what it takes, even if it means he will be far more distanced

anon this is seriously making me suicidal

on a real note i mostly worry about how this will impact his ability to form connections and make relationships with other people. like imagine feeling too cautious to go near non-ccs because oh god what if theyre a secret fan or what if they put something online and ‘expose’ me. but then u can’t go near fellow cc’s either because you cannot tell who has genuine intentions and who just wants to fuck you over later down the line. and none of this is even shit fans like me should even be thinking about i cannot stress enough how none of this should’ve been public and i feel so fucking bad for him that he’s had to be so publicly vulnerable after being so private his whole career.

on another note i suppose dnf will be trauma bonded for life now

[andresmounts2]

If you are queer and you say slurs that do not apply to your specific identity, you are being homophobic/transphobic. Full stop.

I don't care if you're queer, if you're not trans you have no business saying the t slur.

I don't care if you're queer, if you're not a non man who loves non men you have no business saying the d slur.

And if you're not queer in any regard you have no business using any slurs against queer people. I don't care who gave you permission, or a "pass". If you are not in a situation where you genuinely understand the history behind a slur and the impact of being referred to as that slur you have no business using it.

[m1ster1e]

paper airplanes.

tadashi hamada x reader

★You finally get to attend your dream school at SFIT in San Fransokyo. It seemed like a dream come true with a wide city to explore and new friends at your side. But they always say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover and boy did San Fransokyo have the most deceiving appearance

tw-depression, injuries, vigilantism. characters are all college aged adults (minus hiro). san fransokyo looks cute but is basically gotham. angst, fluff, romance.

afab! reader plus she/her pronouns!!

chapter [2]

Chapter 1: Arrival

The train hummed beneath you, a steady rhythm that matched the fluttering excitement in your chest. As the countryside blurred past the window, you took a deep breath, feeling the mingled thrill and nerves of embarking on this new chapter of your life. You watched as the landscape shifted from rolling hills to the sprawling urban tapestry of San Fransokyo, a city that promised both opportunity and adventure.

With each passing mile, the anticipation grew. The train curved around the bay, revealing the gleaming skyscrapers and the iconic red bridge, a striking contrast of old and new. The city's unique blend of futuristic technology and rich cultural heritage seemed to beckon you forward.

As the train approached the station, you gathered your belongings, your heart pounding with a mix of eagerness and uncertainty. You stepped onto the platform, the air filled with the sounds and scents of San Fransokyo—bustling crowds, distant traffic, and the faint aroma of street food.

Stepping off the train, you were immediately enveloped by the vibrant energy of the station. The air buzzed with the sounds of announcements, chattering crowds, and the distant hum of trains coming and going. You navigated through the bustling terminal, weaving past hurried commuters and travelers, your suitcase rolling steadily behind you.

Following the signs, you made your way to the exit, emerging onto the busy streets of San Fransokyo. The city stretched out before you, an awe-inspiring mix of towering skyscrapers and charming historical buildings. Colorful banners fluttered in the breeze alongside intricate architectural details, and the scent of street food mingled with the fresh ocean air.

You pulled out your phone and checked the GPS, spotting the bus stop a few blocks away. With a determined grip on your luggage, you walked down the bustling sidewalk, taking in the sights and sounds of your new home. The streets were alive with activity—vendors calling out their wares, children laughing as they played, and people going about their daily routines.

At the bus stop, you joined a small group of people waiting. As you stood there, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and nervous anticipation. The bus arrived with a gentle hiss, and you boarded, finding a seat near the window. You watched the cityscape glide by, each moment bringing you closer to the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology and the start of an incredible journey.

As the bus rumbled through the streets of San Fransokyo, you gazed out the window, taking in the bustling cityscape. The tall buildings, each with its unique architecture, towered above you. The streets were alive with the movement of people, bicycles, and cars, creating a vibrant tapestry of urban life. You watched as the bus wound through the city, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation build inside you.

The bus made a few more stops, gradually emptying out as you neared your destination. With each passing minute, your anticipation grew. You kept glancing at your phone, watching the GPS as the little dot moved closer to SFIT. Finally, the bus pulled to a stop at the SFIT campus, marked by a large stone sign with the letters "SFIT" elegantly lit from below.

You grabbed your suitcase and bags, thanking the driver as you stepped off the bus. The moment your feet hit the pavement, you were struck by the grandeur of the campus. The buildings were sleek and modern, with large windows that gleamed in the sunlight. Students were scattered across the green lawns, some chatting in groups, others hurrying to their next classes.

Taking a deep breath, you began to walk toward the main entrance, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. You pulled out your phone again, this time to find the way to your residence hall. The GPS pointed you in the right direction, but the campus was large, and you found yourself wandering a bit, trying to make sense of the layout.

As you stood at a crossroads, looking between your phone and the various paths, a voice interrupted your thoughts. "Need some help?"

You turned to see a young man with dark hair and a friendly smile. He was wearing a black hoodie with the SFIT logo. "Yeah, I think I'm a little lost," you admitted with a sheepish smile. "I'm trying to find my residence hall."

He chuckled. "Don't worry, happens to everyone on their first day. Which hall are you looking for?"

You told him the name, and he nodded. "That's not too far from here. I'm heading in that direction; I can show you the way."

Relieved, you followed him as he led the way. "I'm Tadashi, by the way," he said, extending a hand.

You introduced yourself and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Tadashi. Thanks for helping me out."

"No problem," he replied. "What are you studying?"

"Computer science (and minor/second degree/focus)," you said, glancing around as you walked. The campus was even more beautiful up close, with art installations and well-maintained gardens. "I've always been fascinated by technology."

"Great choice," Tadashi said enthusiastically. "I'm in the robotics program. If you ever need help or have any questions, feel free to ask."

You thanked him again, feeling a sense of warmth at his friendliness. As you approached your residence hall, you couldn't help but feel that this was the start of something special. Tadashi pointed out the building, and you saw other students moving in, carrying boxes and chatting with their new roommates.

"Here we are," Tadashi said, stopping in front of the entrance. "Welcome to SFIT. I hope you have an amazing time here."

"Thanks, Tadashi. I appreciate it," you said, giving him a grateful smile.

"Anytime," he replied, giving you a wave as he continued on his way. You watched him go, then turned to face your new home. Taking a deep breath, you picked up your bags and stepped inside, ready to begin this exciting new chapter of your life.

The commons of your residence hall was almost overwhelming, overlooking the first floor was a large wooden mezzanine with a sleek chandelier in the center. The commons itself was filled with worn furniture in colors of red, yellow, and blue and in the center were two ping pong tables. The corner of the room had a row of computers next to a set of vending machines meant for any student who needed to get work done but didn't have the want or need to leave the dorms. In the left there was a check-in booth being overlooked by an exhausted looking RA. The booth was built into the front of an office where the residence hall director was organizing paperwork. The wall was plastered with hand painted posters instructing students to pick up their keys from the RA and sign up for their floors group messaging system.

You made your way to the elevator, suitcase in tow, and pressed the button for the second floor. The doors opened with a soft ding, and you stepped inside, the space offering a momentary respite from the bustling activity of the commons. As the elevator ascended, you felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness about meeting your new roommate.

The doors opened, revealing a hallway lined with doors, each leading to different dorms. You followed the signs to your assigned room, the wheels of your suitcase rolling softly on the carpeted floor. Arriving at your door, you took a deep breath and used the key provided by the RA to unlock it.

Pushing the door open, you stepped into a cozy living area with a small kitchenette on one side. The dorm was simple but welcoming, with a sofa, a coffee table, and a few chairs arranged around a low table. Two doors led off the main room to the individual bedrooms. You noticed that one of the bedrooms already had the door slightly ajar, indicating that your roommate had already moved in.

You rolled your suitcase into the open bedroom, taking in the sight of your new space. The room was modest, with a bed, a desk, and a dresser alongside a built in closet, but it had a large window that let in plenty of natural light. You set your bags down and took a moment to absorb the reality of this new chapter in your life, feeling a blend of excitement and trepidation for the adventures ahead.

As you began unpacking and organizing your room, there was a knock at the door. You opened it to see a smiling face.

"Hi! You must be my new roommate. I'm Lily," she said warmly, extending a hand.

You smiled back and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Lily. I'm (y/n)."

Lily stepped into the room, looking around with a friendly curiosity. "Need any help with unpacking?" she offered.

"Sure, that would be great," you replied, feeling a sense of relief at her welcoming demeanor.

As you continued to unpack together, Lily chatted about the campus, classes, and all the fun things to do in San Fransokyo. Her energy was infectious and you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of comfort and belonging in this new chapter of your life.

As you were finishing up decorating your shared living area, Lily peaked her head out of the bathroom which she was working on as well. "Hey! I was thinking of checking out this new coffee place called the Lucky Cat Cafe tomorrow. It's supposed to be really cozy and has great reviews. Do you want to come with me?"

You agreed and Lily nodded enthusiastically. "Great! We can get to know each other a bit more while we're there. It'll be a nice way to start the weekend."

After making plans for the following morning, you both went to your separate rooms to get cleaned up and settle in for the night. You went to bed with the anticipation of exploring the city and enjoying your first full day as an SFIT student.

Ya'll don't even know how long this took me to put out I've been wanting to write this for YEARS lolol. I know it's really short but I'm just trying to lay out the scene yknow, also sorry that 1.) It severely lacked Tadashi but we will get there and 2.) I made you a comp sci major I am SO sorry but it matters trust (that's also why I gave you the minor or second major option in case you feel that it really doesn't align with you, just trying to make things fit in a stem school). Expect the second chapter relatively soon?? I know where I want this whole thing to go I just have to convert it to words, and also expect this to be long and angsty.

Anyway, see ya'll soon!

[fyodior]

i think the reason i cling to male characters so much despite being sapphic is that im like literally obsessed with the idea of a man loving me and being nice to me. something that has never occurred

[spamsandsuch]

so a bit ago i got a lot of compliments for the old version of my spamton ex, and while im very grateful for the compliments (thanks so much!!) i wanna explain why i wont be using that version as its lore relevant to my inl1997 au

So essentially maybe about two years ago I posted designs for when spamton fuses with the shadow crystal it was given (which you can see here if u want) and initially I designed it so that it contains spamton NEO motifs as a sort of foreshadowing. But recently I got a better idea, and Ive decided im going to revamp that idea and change it to when Spamton fuses with the shadow crystal, they transform into Spamton Ex. I think it would be interesting for a version of Spamton Ex to be as equally tied to his own strings as he is with NEO — in comparison to Mettaton — and for Spamton’s Ex form to be a negative experience as a result (especially when in my au, it preludes right before the events of Spamton’s puppetfication). here’s a concept design i sketched awhile back

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

C’mon Moon and Solar, you wanted this. Wear your King Douche crowns with pride!

Moon, you wanted to be the over-paranoid asshole and blame Ruin just because he’s the outlier of the family. And Solar, you went right along with Moon’s stupid ass idea to blame Ruin and not just look for the obvious answer of Ruin does not have magic for Eclipse’s magic to be tied to.

Now you get live with your choices and any and all lost trust you receive from Ruin! Isn’t it fun to ruin your trust with others for absolutely no reason?