#except tumblr doesn't like to work on my laptop

[chomesuke]

I spent some time with my garden and it was so nice and then I came back inside and my brain immediately started spouting chronically online bullshit at me again

anyway I'm happy to have strawberry plants again! I had to leave mine behind when I moved and then the cyclone in the north island happened and there was a strawberry plant shortage :(

but now I'm going to have strawberries again this year. blackberries and blueberries and peaches and nectarines too. possibly raspberries? or more blackberries? I forgot what that one was. maybe my blackberries are actually boysenberries. with my memory, I can't be sure. most of the other stuff will probably be ready to harvest in the first half of next year.

[brainrot-goes-brrrrrr]

Savannah Squad Presentation Night Headcanons/Drabble [2/3]

it has been forever :'D (everyone say thank you to @moonbiine)

ANYWAYS, here's part 2 :}

Part 1: Taylor & Logan Part 2: Ben & Tyler Part 3: Aiden & Ashlyn [WIP]

Logan's POV

Two hours and twenty-eight minutes. It has been two hours and twenty-eight minutes and we've been stuck at 76% complete for forty minutes. Whoever made Windows deserves to burn and I stand by that, cause what do you mean that they can push an update and force restart my laptop.

"Logan when was the last time you updated this?" "Logan, why are there fifteen updates that need to be downloaded?" "Bro, when was the last time you actually shut down your laptop?" ... "I've been busy, okay--"

So it might be my fault. Partially. I will admit that much, but the laptop's never given me a problem before and it was running fine. It's just old, and has a few odd... kinks? I mean, the left half of the mousepad is jammed to the point where it can't click, and, sure, the screen does go black every now and again, but just hit it a few times it works! It's character, charm even (and I can't be bothered to fix it...)!

It was, honest to God, easier for Aiden to run back to his place and grab his laptop.

"So we agree that Logan is off electronic duty right?" Taylor had asked as Ben was setting up the other computer to the television screen with Aiden helping. It was a unanimous decision. Ben and Aiden are the new tech guys.

"Yeah, that's probably for the better," I had conceded.

Ben Clarke

Ben goes next because he saved the groups sanity by suggesting that Aiden just gets his laptop. Everyone, thank Ben for the night not failing.

To address the obvious, Ben has a text to speech app on his phone, which is connected to a speaker, that he uses to present. I will say that there is a sort of humor in this for two reasons. One, the voice can either be monotoned like a typical text-to-speech program with funny pronunciation errors, or two, it will sound like one of those videos on tiktok where an AI is reading a tumblr post about SuperBats or something and gets progressively more expressive as time goes on. Personally, I want to hear exasperated robot Ben voice explaining to Aiden why "Life is a Highway" on repeat can and will be considered a torture method.

Ben's music taste is GODLY. And he's more of a eclectic listener too so he has experience with a good amount of genres. This man does not bash other genres of music that he doesn't care for, he thinks its rude to the person he's talking to and to the artist.

Aiden is the exception to this rule^^

DESPISES having to subscribe to music platforms. What do you mean that you can't listen to a song on repeat without paying, what do you mean that you will interrupt his carefully crafted playlist with a recommended song that does not fit the vibe. This end up derailing his presentation couple times.

He has a set criteria that he judges on: length, vibes, transitions, and replayability. Good playlists should at minimum be an hour, have similar vibes/sound while still being unique, the transitions between songs shouldn't be jarring, and the playlist shouldn't be painful to listen to after a month.

Taylor and Ashlyn helped him judge everyone's playlists by acting as secondary perspectives. Taylor is more open to everyone's music tastes while Ashlyn scrutinizes them more. They pretty much just took a playlist that everyone listens to regularly, one that they made but listen to it every so often, and their liked songs.

I would also like everyone to remember that the series is set in 2016... they would have songs mostly from the 2000s-2010s with the exceptions of some 90s and 80s songs. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I'm just saying that I looked up 2010s hit songs and I'm filled with nostalgia.

Overall, Ben's criticisms and recommendations are genuinely thoughtful. Especially the recommendations. For each person, after critiquing their playlists, Ben made a slide of genres and artists that each person should check out to expand their tastes.

(I'll probably make a bit about what songs were on their playlist, idk tho)

Group Reaction (how they ranked in comparison to each other)

Personally, Tyler and Logan getting the best ratings because their playlists are very consistent in their vibes and are replayable. I also think that Ben's music taste fits the most with these two for some reason, so they got the most song recs out of everyone.

Ashlyn is third in the ranking. She has one or two that she listens to occasionally, and they're pretty short. They are absolute polar opposites though. One of the playlists is rock, since she canonically likes Paramore (if you don't, get well soon), and the other is classical music for her ballet performances.

Taylor is next. Her playlist isn't bad, its just... a bit everywhere. Like it starts pretty good, but you can tell that somewhere along the lines of creating this playlist she just added songs that she remembered that she likes. It mostly fits the same genre. Ben makes her a more organized playlist after the presentation.

Aiden is dead last. It's not because his music taste is shit. Aiden actually has a pretty good music taste. No. Its because he only listens to his liked songs on repeat like a monster. It is musical whiplash. You go from a movie theme song, to crying, to listening to white girl club music, to rock, to crying again, and then for some reason the Home Depot jingle???? The only playlists that he makes are for jokes really. Do you know the John Mulaney bit where he plays "What's New Pussycat?" 27 times. Yeah, that's Aiden.

Tyler Hernandez

Tyler's next, and, I'm letting you know now that he sprayed the fuck out of Aiden for interrupting. Yeah, Ash pulled them a part.

Motherfucker is so pleased with himself, like its honestly so funny. Aiden had him by the collar and Tyler was just fucking smiling. Taylor does throw her slipper at him for being rude, but he could honestly care less.

The slideshow itself is the most soulless thing ever made, man used the Blank Google Slides template and called it a day. Like one stock image on each slide, and its so pixelated. He probably did it like an hour ago. That's why his presentation is funny because he's just jabbing at Aiden over and over with a basic slideshow that you'd see someone pull out in a Spanish 1-2 class.

You know what? He probably had another presentation about what piercing he think would suit the group best, and just did this one out of spite cause Aiden was being loud. I take back my previous statement about him doing it an hour before getting to Logan's place, he did this on his PHONE WHEN THE LAPTOP WAS UPDATING!!!! Like Logan was taking a walk, Ben was trying to fix the computer, the girls went to make sandwiches, Aiden was running errands, and Tyler made this in an hour.

His presentation is based off a tier system where it gets more effective with each method. Methods 1-3 are pretty basic where its just stuff like duct taping his mouth shut, 4 and onwards just gets funny

I'll be completely honest, each way he put is wild, and it gets progressively more deranged as the presentation goes on. These one's my favorite

"Number 9: Dying You know, I thought this would be the best way, but the bastard got crushed by a ceiling and walked it off. I want you to try and convince me that Aiden wouldn't crawl out of hell just to ruin my day. " "Number 10: Put him in a room alone with Ashlyn's mom and dad *insert a picture of Aiden sitting not so comfortably in between Ashlyn's parents* I don't even think I need to say anything else, I mean, I will, but like... look at him"

This is honestly the shortest presentation of the night but so far it's the most chaotic (he will quickly lose this title).

Tyler went through two spray bottles, mainly for Aiden, but he did spray Taylor once or twice. She threw a shoe at him. It's only fair.

Groups Reaction

Aiden is standing to the side with a towel around himself because Logan said his grandparents would kill them for ruining their couch. He's not exactly pissed but he is kind of sulking. Honestly this just makes his presentation so much better for him.

You know how Tyler asked for suggestions in the beginning, Ben and Ashlyn give him genuine ideas. Mainly Ben, just out of good humor you know. And Tyler's taking notes.

Taylor is giggling, but she does feel a bit bad for Aiden. At some point she gives him a consolation sandwich to raise his spirits.

Logan, however, doesn't and he's just quietly enjoying the scene that's unfolding around him.

The end of these two presentations are by far more chaotic than the first two, and it feels like its only going to get worse from here(/pos). Because right now Aiden is fighting with Tyler, getting him soaked too, Taylor is filming them while Logan provides commentary, and Ashlyn is standing with Ben setting up the next powerpoint.

While it was initially decided that Aiden would go last, Ashlyn suggested that she and him switch. Mainly so that he can drip dry while presenting, and sit down when he's done.

Aiden is following a presentation that was just jabbing at him, how do you think his is going to end up now?

[ravenwoodalum]

on karamelle, why it sucks, and redeeming azteca's reputation.

I just got to Karamelle for the second time, and good lord. I hadn't forgotten how much I hated it, but it hit me like a wall of bricks. And I'm already preparing myself to marathon it and be fucking done questing here for at least a year.

I think it breaks down like this.

Baby's first workers rights movement/sugary-sweet surveillance state Listen. I know this is a game that doesn't allow for player characters to have much individual impact on the in-game narrative. I know we've had to do errands for cops. I know we work for a war criminal. I KNOW there are flaws in the system. But there's something about the way that Karamelle's set up that makes it all feel so. much. worse. And that's the fact that Karamelle has such a stellar reputation within the Spiral before this. The happiest place in the Spiral, the sweetest treats in the Spiral. Everyone seems to fucking love this place. Almost no one outside of those actually working there seem to understand how corrupt it is. And so the YW is talked down to at every turn, like this is their first exposure to a corrupt environment. And sure, maybe it is within, canon. YW gets isekai'd at a very young age and then made into a child soldier, maybe this is actually the first time in canon that they've been introduced to these concepts. But (and this may just be me) it feels really rude to the player -- who might actually have experience with these ideas -- to make them feel like a fucking idiot with the dialogue options. Karamelle's characters just feel rude.

Oh, so the Gobblers were a fatphobic, Roald Dahl type thing from the start. Cool cool cool. Any of you ever read Roald Dahl's book "The Twits"? It's a very unremarkable story all things considered, except for this bit.

Aside from Roald Dahl's unavoidable history of antisemitism, does this remind you of anything? Honestly, this reminds me of the Gobbblers.

We first meet the Gobblers around level 10 in Wizard City -- creatures driven by consumption. And then we get to Empyrea and hear that the Alphoi -- skinny "civilized" creatures -- can become Gobblers if they eat too much or are unhealthy in their eating habits. Which makes one of our oldest running enemies a loop-around fatphobic thing, ESPECIALLY when we get to them in Karamelle, the home world of the Gobblers. Rosina, especially, just oozes fatphobia and diet culture. The literal vilification of being fat isn't even subtext, it's just text.

The Old One, The Cabal, and what to do when your escape from the world ends up shoving what you were escaping from right back in your face. When I was in sophomore year of college, fall of 2019, I had one of the worst mental health periods of my life. Antisemitism was fucking everywhere, I was always a moment away from a panic attack, and it felt like no one understood. While I'm lucky in the fact that I was able to get an official diagnosis for genetically inherited PTSD, alongside the reassurance that I wasn't fucking crazy, there was a period when I just needed to go home for a moment. So when I was going back to my dorm from the dining hall to make sure all my stuff was ready to go, I opened up tumblr and made a post on a long-gone RP sideblog I had for the Swedish Chef (y'know, from The Muppets? long story), and before I'd even gotten halfway across campus, I'd received threatening and violent messages from someone RPing as Borat, which only got worse when they realized they were talking to an actual Jewish person.

That escape from reality didn't even last five fucking minutes before the horrors I was trying to avoid found me.

Now, Wizard101 has always been a source of comfort for me. I made my account fourteen years ago, and I do not know what my life would look like if I hadn't done that. There are flaws with this game, yes, sure, but over the past five years (since I got a wiz compatible laptop) I've developed a bit of a reliance on it to get me through the horrors. No better form of escapism.

But no art form is free of the horrors.

And Wizard101 has the fucking Cabal and Old One.

The Cabal within the fiction of Wizard101 is a secret, nefarious organization pulling the strings on events across the Spiral, controlling history from the shadows. This term literally originates in antisemitic conspiracy theory, with the term 'cabal' originating from the term for Jewish mysticism, 'kabbalah'. And I promise you, you've heard plenty of applications of this conspiracy theory in real life too. It feeds into the idea that Jews (or 'global elite') control the government, the media, the banks.

And then, we get to the man in control of it all. The Old One. Whether or not this was intended, he's a walking, talking antisemitic caricature. The octopus as a symbol for the mythical Elders of Zion is a longstanding dogwhistle (see attached for a guide to this and many other visual dogwhistles). "Oh, he's based on H.P. Lovecraft-" So he's based on the works of a famous racist and antisemite, cool cool cool.

It's just exhausting, walking through a world that is so clearly modeled after Germany and other parts of eastern Europe, and finding antisemitism around every corner. And even more exhausting considering it's almost impossible to tell if they meant to do it. Antisemitism is so fucking ingrained in the world at this point that I don't actually know what they meant to do here, what they did maliciously or out of ignorance, or if any of it was put in with the purpose of turning it on its head. Over the past few years, it has become glaringly obvious that a lot of people don't realize when they're running across antisemitism, or even taking part in it. Including people I really thought would know better.

Side note. For those of you who know I see Dasein as Jewish, you may be wondering how I balance that out with the antisemitic nature of The Old One, since they share a physical form. I think of it like this. Dasein did not choose The Old One. He did not choose to resemble that, but he can attempt to reclaim it. Dasein's Judaism comes not from the resemblance he holds to the hatred that haunts us, but from the love that keeps us going. He questions authority and longstanding tradition, chooses to do what's right instead of what's expected, and is kind in the face of hatred. He literally makes himself, and a world, out of nothingness. Something out of Nothing. He's so Jewish you guys.

The Spiral's "Worst World Award" goes to... I know we all say "fuck Azteca" pretty often on this website, but I don't think it deserves to be deigned the worst world in Wiz. My main gripe with Azteca is how inaccessible it gets after Xibalba strikes -- the flashing lights aren't exactly photosensitive friendly. Which further lends frustration to my completionist nature, meaning I have to finish all quests, badges, and fishing before I finish the world (making it take forever to finish). Aside from that, there really isn't that much wrong with the world (and if you argue that it sucks because you can't save Azteca, I get it, but some tragedies are inescapable by their very nature). It's a problem of gameplay, versus a problem of plot in the case of Karamelle. And maybe its just because I'm a writer, but problems with plot feel much more egregious. I really do think Karamelle deserves more vitriol than it gets.

G-d, I can't wait to get to Lemuria.

[slasherhoe87]

Happy Monday honey𓆩♡𓆪

I was wondering if you could write a drabble of Michael Myers where you're dating him and he doesn't know you're into men with balaclava's, until one day he's on your laptop for something and he comes across your tumblr page that is full of guys with balaclava's on and something crawls into his mind.

Maybe smut and Michael being dominate <3

Thank you angel🥰

No problem Megan ❤. Ok!... I'm doing this one before work because I feel so guilty about not getting around to writing any of my other requests yet 🙈🤦🏼‍♀️ (I will get to them, I promise!)

OG/RZ/Peepaw Michael Myers x f!reader

18+ for graphic smut, con noncon, implied violence

Michael indulges in his s/o's balaclava kink:

You had been enjoying a cup of spiced tea on your worn-in recliner, scrolling through Tumblr on your laptop, simping over art and fanfics of dangerous men in masks and balaclavas.

You had always had a kink for masked men but until now it had only been "standard" horror movie masks, such as Jason's, Ghostface's, Vincent's wax mask, Leatherface's and especially your Michael's expressionless alabaster mask. Only recently had you come to appreciate the simplicity of the humble balaclava - Ghost from Call of Duty was the catalyst of this new attraction and you jumped head first into the rabbit hole of art and fiction of morally grey or downright psychotic men with toned bodies, balaclava'd faces and piercing eyes that burned through you with carnal need right down to your core.

As you took another sip of your tea you felt a presence to your left. Turning your head in that direction you see Michael standing motionless as a statue at the base of the stairs just staring at you. Top half of his overalls off of his torso and tied around his waist, mask slightly askew.

Instead of shrieking and jumping like you used to when you were not so accustomed to his sudden, silent appearances you smiled and got up from your seat.

"Did you have a good sleep, baby?" You ask as you place one hand on his chest and the other on his strong shoulder.

You receive nothing in return except for his blank gaze upon you, those darkened eyeholes of his mask as eerie as ever.

Not detoured by his normal silence and seeming disinterest, you give him a peck on the cheek of his mask and head into the kitchen to make him some lunch from yesterday's leftovers.

You hear the tv switch on as you pull out the ingredients to make a sandwich with the leftover chicken. As you begin slicing the cucumber you pause for a second to see Michael watching true crime again. You always wonder what goes through his mind when he sees the crimes of other killers. Is he impressed, unimpressed, indifferent, intrigued? Does he learn anything? You guess you'll never know unless Michael just one day decides to break his self-imposed silence.

xxxxxxx

Later that night you're turning your little house upside down looking for your laptop. You were so sure you had left it on the coffee table in the living room but... you guess not? You didn't blame Michael as he had never shown interest in the laptop before, and its not like you could ask him now anyhow as he was out butchering people to death. Yes, you are aware at how desensitised you have become to murder and death. Loving Michael forced you to accept his lifestyle - fast.

Huffing in annoyance you stomp over to the door leading to the garage, knowing for a fact it won't be there but its the only place you haven't looked yet. You push open the door and flick on the light, ready to immediately switch it off again because you hadn't been in the garage all day.

However, when your eyes fell onto the workbench, there your laptop sat surrounded by empty candy wrappers.

"Michael... what the hell" you mumble to yourself in confusion. You can't say you were really mad at him for using the laptop because he was more than welcome to. But you were just confused as he had never shown interest in it nor did you think he knew how to use it.

Scooping up all the candy wrappers you chuck them into the trashcan beneath the workbench and try to start up the laptop. You were met with nothing but a black screen. "Damn. Battery's dead"

You looked at the wall clock and decided to just call it a night. No Netflix for y/n tonight - insert sad face.

Closing your laptop you make for the door when you hear glass smashing from what sounded like the kitchen area.

Heart jumping to your throat you quickly flick the light off and hide under the workbench while looking at the door which lead into the living room. Surely Michael wouldn't smash in the back door?! He had a key and had stopped breaking into the house since the two of you started a relationship. That was a whole year ago!

Before you could think anymore, a pair of legs slowly walked past the garage door and into the living room. You couldn't get the clearest view of the intruder as only a small lamp was on in the living room - the rest of the house was dark.

Your panicked mind only presented 3 options for you to take:

1. Get out of the house and run to the neighbors

2. Either stay where you were or get upstairs and hide while waiting for Michael to return.

3. Get to your cellphone upstairs and call the cops.

Well.. the house keys for the front door were upstairs too and you didn't want to run out of the back door as you were barefoot and there was no doubt glass everywhere. You wouldn't get very far at all with cut up feet before the intruder catches you.

And you didn't exactly want the cops anywhere near you and your home for Michael's sake. So that left option 2. You just had to get upstairs... lots of places to hide and wait for Michael. You also come to realise that you absolutely needed to get Michael a cellphone for emergencies like this. A simple text in this situation could save your life. Why didn't you think of that before, stupid!?

Mentally shaking yourself from your delaying thoughts, you take a deep breath as silently as you can and creep towards the door. You sit on your haunches for a moment, straining your ears to listen for any sign of the intruder when you hear some soft movements from the dining room. Perfect. If you move now you'll have a chance to get upstairs without being seen.

As silently and quickly as you can you scuttle to the - thankfully - carpeted stairs. Just as you're about to take the first step you hear a crashing sound coming from the garage which sounded very much like hard plastic hitting a concrete floor. Your laptop. You must not have put it far enough back onto the workbench when you rushed to switch off the light.

You know for your own sanity you shouldn't have, but you did - you looked back to the dining room entrance.

And there staring at you from in the dark, illuminated only by a bit of moonlight stood a tall figure in faded black overalls and a... balaclava??

Shrieking you turn back around and make for your bedroom - intending to lock the door and climb out of your window onto the veranda's roof and to make your escape.

Your hear his heavy footfalls behind you, closer than what you would like as you scramble to the top of the stairs. Fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins like a raging river.

Michael where are you? I need you! You internally shout as tears begin falling from your wide, frightened eyes.

As you reach the top of the stairs a large, warm, calloused hand grabs your ankle painfully and roughly causing you to yelp. You try to kick at the man with your other foot but he throws his entire weight onto your body causing the air to be knocked out of you.

You cough while hitting at his shoulders and head with all your might but it doesn't seem to affect him at all.

He grabs you by both your arms and hauls you up onto your feet before swiftly turning you around to be pulled flush against his solid frame. You kick and scream as he takes you towards the bedroom where your panic rises even more at the prospect of what he might actually have in store for you there.

"No please don't! Just take anything you want, please! But just don't hurt me"

You are met with silence as the two of you enter the bedroom. He pauses in front of the bed and the tears stream out of you even harder. Your sobs finally overtake your screaming.

Suddenly and without warning you're flung towards your floor length mirror with your potential assaulter and murderer firmly placing his body flush behind yours. His eyes boring into your own through the mirror.

And that's when you see it. The man had positioned himself in such a way that the moonlight pouring through your window would reflect onto his masked face.

Your sobs instantly quietened as you saw one stormy grey eye heatedly gazing at you through the balaclava opening and one... scarred milky one.

Michael?

"Michael?" You tentatively ask as you sniffle - your struggling subsiding.

He nuzzles your neck and cups your breast, giving it a firm squeeze. You know that hand. You know it well.

Before you can think further, you're picked up and flung onto your bed, the old mattress squeaking in protest at the sudden weight.

Your mind gets whiplash at how suddenly your body responds to this new information and turn of events.

Michael climbs on top of you, not sparing you from his full weight. He straddles your hips, his bloodied hands gripping your wrists tightly above your head. His head is tilted to the side, eyes dilated and dark.

Your breathing has quickened, your nipples pebble and the juncture of your thighs moisten.

A sudden slap to your face causes you to gasp in surprise and before you can think on what just happened your thin spaghetti-strap tank is being torn off of you and you're being flipped onto your stomach as if you weigh little more than a feather.

"Mich--" you start but are stopped from finishing your question when a piece of your torn tanktop is stuffed into your mouth.

Your teary eyes widen when you feel your poor pajama bottoms being ripped off of your goosebump laden body too but immediately close when you feel thick calloused fingers run up along your wet slit from clit to ass.

You moan into the fabric in your mouth as two of his fingers push past your folds and into your eager hole.

You can hear Michael's heavy breathing as he roughly pumps his digits in and out of your slick cavern before adding a third and eventually a fourth.

Your muffled moans get louder and louder as your body squirms beneath his invasive ministrations. You feel so deliciously stretched out by his four long, thick fingers that your eyes begin to tear up again.

Your loosened hole clenches at nothing as Michael pulls out. You turn your head as best you can to see him behind you and moan once more as you view his balaclava in the moonlight. He takes both his thumbs and stretches your abused hole open as much as he can, admiring your slick, velvety tunnel.

You grip the sheets in anticipation as he releases your flesh and reaches for the zipper of his coveralls pulling them down far enough to reveal his glistening, red, swollen, massive member.

You mewl at the sight and wiggle you bottom in eagerness and want.

Michael obliges by roughly pushing your head back down into the mattress and without any indication rams his heavy, weeping cock into your needy pussy.

You scream and grip your sheets harder as he sets a brutal and unforgiving pace - no slow buildup or sensuality for this one. You can scarcely take it. Tears stream down your cheeks, saliva pools into the fabric stuffed in your mouth and your ass and hips jiggle and ripple with every brutal thrust.

Michael's hand leaves your smushed head and grips your hips in bruising force.

Your room is dark and quiet save for the sound of slick skin slapping against slick skin, grunts of exertion and muffled mewls and moans.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, Michael goes deeper and harder, stretching you wider with his monstrous girth, the tip of his cockhead punching against your cervix in exquisite pleasure-pain.

Your cheeks are hot and red, tear stained. Drool has finally broken past the fabric in your mouth and is dripping onto your sheets. Slick is running down your thighs as your loosened hole just cannot contain your shared juices any longer.

Michael leans forward to squeeze your breasts before pinching your nipples so hard you feel your pussy release a new spurt of moisture.

You want to tell him you cannot take anymore. Your body is turning to jelly, the pleasure plain is becoming overwhelming - every nerve of yours is on electric fire and if you produce any more drool you'll surely choke on it.

Michael leaves your breasts and instead begins his cruel ministrations onto your swollen, throbbing clit.

You begin to feel the tightening in your core, your lower abdomen tenses and you can hear Michael fast approaching his own orgasm too if those quiet gasps and slight jerks in his thrusts are anything to go by.

And finally with one hard slap to your clit and one final deep, bruising thrust inside your wrecked cunt you scream out your orgasm into your tanktop. Your abused pussy quivers and clenches around Michael's pulsating cock as it spurts out its thick ropes of cum within you.

Michael's breaths are heavy and laboured behind you as he pulls out. You hear the sopping squelch and feel the gush of liquids flow out of your red, raw, gaping cunt which is trying in vain to clench and hold onto all the juices that now pouring onto your bedding.

Your jellified arm slowly pulls the now sopping fabric from your mouth before you look behind to Michael. His toned and scarred chest is heaving and glistening with sweat. His eyelids sit low from satisfaction and his fingers idly circle your hips where they lie.

"You saw my.... interests on Tumblr didn't you? That's why you did all this tonight, right?" You ask lazily as you roll onto your back and look up at your still masked lover.

Michael tilts his head and continues to stare at you in silence. He reaches for the base of the black mask and pulls it off of his head and shakes out his dark blond curls. He tosses the mask onto your chest and disappears out of the bedroom.

You shake your head and smile to yourself as you clutch the balaclava.

You will always love Michael best in his signature white mask, but a bit of fun in a balaclava from time to time will certainly be a treat.

Perhaps you can show him all of your other kinks now too, seeing as he seems happy to indulge you. And maybe he has some of his own?

You get up to go enjoy a nice hot shower. Sore and stiff, but very very happy.

@megangovier20 hope you enjoy it girl. 😈

Not proof read as I did this before work.

[wandurrlust]

each time you fall in love

pairing : osamu x y/n, suna x y/n

genre : angst

cw : established relationship, implied (emotional) cheating (?), mentions of cigarettes

words : 1.8k

a/n : i really hate the way tumblr drafts glitch

When you're in love, you see it everywhere — on the coffee stains engraved within your favourite mug and on the rain soaked windows in the middle of the night. You see it in your reflection through your tear soaked eyes and you see it in the text from Osamu that says can we talk about this tomorrow?

You blame love when you're unable to sleep, because it hurts — it feels like your heart is being ripped right out of your ribcage and your lungs are being set on fire. Love is war, they say. Love is war, you know.

You love Osamu — you love him like the rain loves the ocean, like summer loves pink and like roses love sunshine. You love Osamu when the days are bleak and blend together with the night, you love him when the stars grow dull and the sky gets grey.

You love Osamu, except for when you don't. Except for when he's loud — when it's a crisp October evening outside but ice cold inside his apartment. When you're walking away, tears on your skin with his scarf around your neck — a promise of you'll never see him again.

You love Osamu. But you hate him when Suna welcomes you home, when you catch a whiff of coffee beans that almost put out the lingering scent of half lit cigarettes.

And when the credits of your favourite movie start rolling past Rin's laptop, you stifle a groan. Debating if telling him all about everything that went down today was worth it.

Did you fight again?

And there it is, you're telling him everything there is to tell. Because the softness in Rin's voice lets you know he cares and you know he cares far more than he'll ever admit.

Suna listens. He listens as your fingernails begin to press against your palm and he listens through the tremble that falls past your lips. He doesn't comfort you, not once.

He doesn't pull you close or rake his fingers through your hair. He doesn't whisper sweet nothings till you fall asleep in his arms. Because that's a line he'd rather not cross.

And that's okay, because that's how it's always been.

Suna is the home you retire to every night after work, one you'd built all by yourself. Suna is your best friend. But sometimes you wonder if you're his.

Osamu doesn't like Suna.

When you hear him say this for the first time, you laugh it off.

Are you jealous, Samu?

It's asked between breathy kisses and conjoined limbs, with his nose nuzzling the skin under your neck. And truth to be told, you don't want to know the answer.

Me jealous? Of Suna?

He whispers through your hair, not quite liking the sour aftertaste that lingers in his mouth at having uttered Suna. You find it bemusing, how Osamu refers to Rin by his last name despite having played on the same team as him all throughout highschool. Aren't they supposed to be the best of friends?

Not a chance sweetheart.

The second time he tells you this, it's bitter. Venom drips through his heavy voice and almost spills onto his vanilla skin — his words feel like thorns against your bare stomach, you think you're about to cough up blood.

Why is it always him over me?

Osamu knows that you probably think he's gone mad. But he can't help himself, not when it comes to Suna.

Samu, are you being serious?

He has to brace himself before he can face you again, do you seriously think he's making all of this up?

No sweetheart, of course not.

It's accompanied by a humourless chuckle, and Osamu feels his feet buckling beneath his weight. He should calm down. But fuck.

You don't understand what he's trying to get at. And quite frankly, you think he's being fucking unreasonable.

Samu what the fuck. Rin is my best friend.

And you can't imagine a life without Rin in it. Because for as long as you can recall, he's been there — looking over you from the stands.

But Osamu can't stand him — he's never been able to. Because Suna has always been sweeter, calmer, better. He's everything Samu could never be.

Rin is your best friend, but Samu doesn't like how the two of you stay up and night, talking to eachother. He doesn't like how you're looking for Suna after a long day. He doesn't like how good the two of you look together.

Right now, Osamu wants to push you away. But he can tell there's a lump in your throat and isn't going to die out any time soon. Because when you're angry, you cry.

Rin is your best friend, but when you're falling apart that night, it's in Osamu's arms.

Samu is there for you in ways Rin isn't. He pulls you close and kisses your hair before lacing his fingers with yours. You pull them to your lips. You don't want to let go.

I'm sorry, he whispers against you. It's fine, you say. Because with Osamu, it's always fine.

Rin is there for you when Samu isn't, when he hasn't been answering your calls for a week and when you're losing your fucking brain.

You're sat beside him on his apartment balcony, the tiles shoot chills through your body it stings against your skin.

You scrunch your nose up in order to keep up with the grey puffs of smoke above your head. You watch Suna inhale one, two, three drags of the cigarette held between his fingers.

The air between the two of you is silent. Neither one makes an attempt to break it down, you think it's better this way. And you think that's why you like being by Suna so much — he doesn't talk too much.

You extend your hand towards him, and he lets you grab the cigar from within his fingertips. His eyes flick to your mouth as you bring the cigarette to your lips and for a moment, his world comes to a halt.

You take a long breath, allowing the nicotine to take over your body, it tightens your chest and you let out a cough — cold and deliberate. Still Suna makes no attempt to make you feel at ease.

I thought you didn't smoke anymore.

Your voice is hoarse, it's the first thing you've said in six hours. There's no answer and honestly, you don't expect one. You let your eyes wander to the city lights underneath you, it reminds you of home — of Osamu. Of how he would wrap his arms around you and promise you the world every time he could.

Oh, I don't.

Fuck, you miss Osamu. You hate how you've been trying to reach out to him for days at an end now, only to be met by silence. Is he okay?

When the chill wind hits your scalp, your stomach sinks in. What if Samu decided he was finally done with you. Your vision begins to blur and your head hurts. Love is hell.

Bullshit Rin, you're a liar.

It's said through your teeth and pierces him like a dagger. He takes a breath to steady himself because it feels like he's about to fall.

Sometimes you wonder if Osamu sees you everywhere, if he loves you as much as you love him — if he loves you at all. But when you weave your fingers through his hair to lull him to sleep, you know it's futile worrying about useless stuff like that.

You know Osamu loves you.

Suna watches as your phone lights up, he watches as your eyes graze over the screen and your lips curl upwards. You let out a breath of relief and put out the cigarette on one of the tiles sitting on his balcony.

It's going to leave a stain, but Rin knows he isn't going to have the heart to scrub it off, it's a piece of you after all. One that he hopes he'll get to keep with himself for a long, long time.

He says he got caught up in some family stuff.

The words startle Suna, because he'd almost forgotten that there were people in this world besides the two of you. That there was Osamu, someone he could never win against. He'd forgotten that you weren't his, that no matter how little the gap between the two of you was, you'd never be his.

You aren't going to give him hell?

And you wonder why you aren't. You wonder why you'll always let Osamu walk over your heart and crush it into a hundred pieces, why you'll always hold your arms wide open for him to bury himself into, why you'll forever mutter an I understand despite wanting to rip the hair off your head.

He's probably already going through hell, Rin.

Suna’s chest constricts as he watches you bid goodbye to him. He doesn't know why but something about you leaving tonight makes it all seem so permanent, like he'd never get a chance to witness your presence beside him ever again.

He thinks he might pass out as he watches you finally step into the elevator, because even though he'd made you promise to not get into any trouble on the way to Osamu’s apartment, he knows it's nearly impossible for you.

Suna is your best friend but you forget all about him when you're watching it pour outside through the windows of Osamu's apartment.

You're sitting on the couch, lost in the haze like lovers on a Sunday morning. With Osamu, it's coffee breath and starlit nights, it's listening to Matty healy curse through the speakers and dancing around the living room with your lips drawn together.

Osamu is a promise, you believe; one that you'd made to yourself when you were seven, one that you hope you'll never end up breaking. He's a poem you'd written on your seventeenth birthday, he's the fire that lights up your lungs on a cold winter evening.

When you're in love, it feels like you're about to die. It's too good, too much. It feels like you're falling but you let yourself slip — because you know you'll have your lover waiting for you on the other side.

You love Osamu, you love him like he's your last breath and you love him like a silent prayer.

But when you're wishing Rin a happy birthday, he goes dizzy. Because he thinks he'll love you forever.

[elizmanderson]

writeblr q&a

overdue thanks to @queen-tashie for the tag! I've had this notif in my email for like. a solid week just waiting to have energy for it lmao

1. What motivates you to write?

I just gotta

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of.

(If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love - just please credit them.)

from The Keeper of Lonely Spirits (2025):

The live oaks were his favorites. They were quiet and gruff but not unfriendly. Reminded him of himself, except that they grew toward each other.

3. What part of writing do you think you are the best at?

(Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

characters for sure. sometimes it takes some doing to get them fully out of my head and onto the page (bc it's like, I know how they are, so I forget that readers won't know unless, y'know, I show them), but they're full-on people to me and I think I do great with them

4. What do you enjoy most about the Writeblr community?

I do not think I am particularly part of the Writeblr community simply bc of how I use Tumblr? like mostly I'm here scrolling for funny stuff or beautiful stuff. like this is the one place I come to just. dick around lmao.

I'm also generally not great at connecting with people on social media (it's been known to happen but it's still a mystery to me how), so I'm mostly connected to Writeblrs I already know from elsewhere. but I like seeing more of their writing on here 💖 and also their responses to tag games!

5. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing?

(It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

literally just chugging along with a laptop and Microsoft Word over here, ya bitch is basic

6. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story?

(It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I think the portrayal of ghosts in The Keeper of Lonely Spirits is pretty unique? I don't remember how I came up with it at all. I like it though

7. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I would always remind other writers (and all creatives) that it is GOOD AND NECESSARY to take breaks sometimes. it doesn't make you less of a creator, even if the break stretches on for years. it doesn't make you a bad creator. it's literally necessary, for multiple reasons. it's okay to take breaks. please take breaks.

nonobligatory tag for @victoriacbooks and @cassbeewrites

[vixonspixels]

Hi, I love your profile and sims! I’m ‘kind of’ new to the sims world! I’ve been playing since 2018, but not religiously. I just wanted to ask about your mods folder (sorry if it states somewhere on your profile these kind of questions aren’t allowed, i’m new to tumblr too and still understanding how it works). Feel free to ignore this question if it’s not allowed. I understand that by having lots of folders within the mods folder it can make the game lag. I just wanted to ask how your mods folder looks? As I want to keep mine tidy and be able to find certain cc easily. I’m also in the process of buying a pc as I am currently using a macbook and have so much cc it’s starting to not work… If you have any tips or suggestions with having a pc (if you have one yourself) and how your set up looks, I would really appreciate it. Thank you!! 🤍

Hello darling and thankyou so much! 🤍 Welcome to tumblr 💁‍♀️🤍

I think lag in your game mostly depends on what kind of computer/laptop you're using. I have just over 50gb at the moment and my game still runs as smooth as it does vanilla ( no mods at all ). I know some people who have 100gb+ and they don't have lag issues either. Again I think it boils down to the computer itself, and what it can handle

I personally chose to go for a custom built computer so that I could choose my own parts as I really wanted a computer that could handle a lot of mods and also I wanted my game to run nice and smoothly, my partner is a bit of a nerd when it comes to computers so he knew exactly what kind of specs I needed

When it comes to my mods folder I am super organised, that way when patch day comes I know exactly where everything is to be able to take it out of my mods folder until its updated etc. I'll pop in some photos of what my folder looks like so you can see below. Trust me it didn't always look like this 😂

If you're struggling with lag then a short term fix would be to have a good clear out of your mods folder and delete everything that you don't reach for often, you can even go as far as deleting swatches of clothes and build buy items that you don't like. I cleared around 5gb last week just by removing swatches from some build buy items that were high in mb's. For example, I had a bed frame that was 320mb in size so I deleted all of the swatches except for the one that I liked the most lol

What my mods folder looks like

The only suggestion I will give regarding picking a computer out is to take your time and do your research! I really rushed my build and didn't want to wait for the white case that I liked so I ended up with the black one I have now that doesn't match my set up at all haha

When getting your computer the main things to look out for is making sure you've got enough storage and a good graphics card, obviously everything is important but these two for me where the main ones I focused on. If you do go custom built for example, you can always upgrade your parts very easily, where as if its pre built I'm not too sure if the cases are universal to fit different brands of parts in if that makes sense?

I am in no way a pro, I had alot of help from my partner when it came to building my computer. If you need help when the time comes feel free to give me a message and I can run things by my partner to help you choose what parts or pre built etc

I'll leave a few photos below of what my setup looks like, I just got the aurora collection for christmas and I also have the razer quartz collection too ( I prefer the aurora lol ). I can easily recommend you some good equipment also if you're not into the aurora or razer products. If you're looking for set up inspo then I would highly recommend browsing through Pinterest, that's where I got the majority of ideas for the aesthetic of mine. Pink and white are my favourite colours, hence the colour palette haha

If you need any help at all with specs or anything else at all feel free to pop me a message or reply to this post 🤍

[eliasiis]

don't go

word count : 1k

for @italeean

first of all. i need everyone to understand what a BITCH this was to post. like..... i posted it last night and then it just. poof. disappeared for everyone but me. i tried copying the link and it tumblr said it didn't exist. so here it is again! except posted off my laptop this time.

"Noooo!! Big brother, don't go!!" Teucer clings to Childe's leg.

"I'm sorry, Teucer, but I have to get back to work," Childe ruffles his little brother's hair. Watching those big eyes squeeze shut, overflowing with tears- He can't resist it. It's the only thing that can really tug at his heart anymore.

He pats Teucer's head and goes down on his knee to be eye-to-eye with him. "You can be a big boy and wait for me to come back, right? I promise I'll be back soon."

It's late at night. The others had known he was leaving today, of course, it wasn't a secret. But when everyone else had fallen asleep, Teucer had stayed up. He wanted to make sure that he could make every minute with his big brother home count.

But even so, Childe still finds himself near the door with Teucer crying into his chest.

"...Okay, how about this," He starts, wearing a big, playful grin. "We'll play a round of hide and seek before I go, okay? Now remember, when we're done, I have to go back to my toy-shop, alright?" He brings his hands up to Teucer's cheeks and wipes away his tears.

Still sniffling, Teucer nods. "O-Okay... But I want to hide!" He declares, and Childe chuckles.

"Sure. You have ten seconds! Go, go!" Childe puts his hands over his eyes, and despite his little brother's sadness he still hears Teucer giggling while the little tip-tap of his footsteps get further.

"Ten, nine," He already hears Teucer giggling, over in the next room. He never really was that great of a hider, but Childe wouldn't tell him that. In fact, the only thing Childe would tell him is how great he is at it. "Eight, seven, six," The giggling only gets louder. Childe smiles to himself and thinks about how little he actually wants to leave. "Five, four, three, two," Archons, how he'd love to stay here. "One! I'm coming, Teucer!"

He hears the gleeful, loud giggling and wanders into an entirely different room. "Teucer... Where are you?" He wanders around, loudly exclaiming how hard it is to find him. "Augh! Teucer, you're too good at this!"

Grinning, Childe enters the room that he knows Teucer is in. It's the room Childe had been sleeping in for the duration of his stay. Or, in more simple words- His room. He misses staying here for more than a few days at a time. "Teucer... Are you... In here?!" He dramatically throws open the closet to find it empty. Teucer's giggling gets more muffled, as if he's put his hand over his mouth.

"Aw, what? Where could he be?" He puts a finger to his chin, tapping it 'impatiently.'

"Hmmm... Could he be under the bed..?" Childe wonders, slowly making his way to his oversized bed.

"No!!! No, I'm not there!" Teucer shouts, giggling wildly still. However, Childe continues making his way towards it.

"No, no! I think Teucer might be under the bed! What do you think, strange voice?" He asks, lowering himself to his knees as slowly as possible. He feels little hands start batting at his knees as soon as he gets on the floor, and he chuckles.

"No!!" Teucer scrambles out the other side, bee-lining his way to the door. Childe gives him a bit of a head start before he starts barely speed-walking his way after him.

"Teucer! You can run, but you can't hide~!!" Childe sing-songs, but he doesn't even try catching up to his speedy brother.

After barely a minute, Teucer almost trips- But Childe catches him. He wouldn't forgive himself if he allowed that to happen.

"I've gotcha now, Teucer," Childe grins, cradling him in one arm and threateningly wiggling his fingers above Teucer with the other.

"Noooo!! Don't tickle, don't tickle!!" Teucer squirms and flails, but otherwise makes no attempt to get away. They'd been playing this game since Teucer was old enough to walk. Childe isn't above admitting how much he'd missed it.

"Don't what? I'm sorry Teucer, I couldn't hear that last part," Childe says, threatening fingers still static still in the air, making a scribbling motion while Teucer's childish giggles fill the air.

"Tickle me!!" Teucer says, but then slaps his hands over his mouth, still flailing. He never fails to fall for that.

"Oh? If you say so!"

Childe digs his fingers into Teucer's stomach, laughing along when Teucer gives a delighted shriek. His childish laughter mixes with squeals while he squirms and kicks and flails his arms around. "aaAHH!! Eek!! Brohohotherr!! Noohoho!!"

Childe pokes gently into Teucer's sides, smiling fondly- They used to do this much more often. Maybe he'll have to make it a habit again. "Teucer, you gotta make me a promise, okay?" He says, louder over Teucer's thrilled laughter. "You'll take care of our siblings for me, right?"

Still squirming and squealing, Teucer nods rapidly. "Okayokayokay!! No more, nohoho moree!" Teucer curls up, kicking his legs about and smacking at Childe's tickling hands.

"Okay, okay! Just one more thing..." Childe gently places Teucer back on the ground and takes Teucer's hands and moves them out of his way. He takes both hands and scribbles as quickly as possible on both Teucer's sides, avoiding the involuntary kicking his brother immediately reacts with.

"EEK!! Brohhohohotherr!! Ah!! Bwaahahannooooo!!!!" He starts pushing Childe's hands away and that's when he knows to stop. He picks his brother back up and boops his nose. "Ready for bed?"

"Mmmhm.." Teucer says, rubbing at his eyes. He still wears a silly grin that Childe matches with his own.

"Alright. I'll tuck you in." Childe makes his way to Teucer's own bedroom, laying him down on his bed. It's late now. He has to leave quickly if he wants to-

"Brother?"

"Yeah?"

"...Come back soon, okay?"

"Of course, Teucer."

[shadowredfeline]

Four in One Post

For my Response to my Filipino Friend.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Thank you, Spot. I always wanted to go to California since I always love the beach. And yes, my mom and I do like going to Taco Bell. Since I did get some for Dinner during my vacation. So let’s go to Taco Bell while we head to the beach. 😊🤗

Plus going to that Taco bell looks nice anytime we want to see the beach and the waves. 😊

And for Response to both my Filipino Friend and my A-Pal

You know what, since it looks nice with Maxwell in his ability to look like a fighter, but what would be nice, is i would love to see a remake, except but with Maxwell in his Kingdom Smash attire. And i hope it'll be like in one of those Action RPG styles when Maxwell tags along with either his siblings or with Shadow and Spot. As well as for Sam, Emme and Jo when doing these Online Co-op adventures. But those styles can be like they're exploring the level and dungeon, but when they encounter a battle, we'll have to start the RPG battle when facing the Animal Crossers and Smash Enemies from Smash Run and Subspace Emissary.

Shadow R 😺🗡️: Okay, Maxwell. Get your attire ready and we're going together in the Kingdom Smash universe! We'll have our weapons and cards ready for the battle and have our friends tag along with us.

And for my Filipino Friend's On this day post

I’m sure Chowder and Panini can both read it together. And I bet it would be nice if you can try getting a printer and scanner to a Laptop. If necessary or if it works with it. Because I used to have a Printer and Scanner, but I no longer use it since it doesn’t work. And I was lucky I needed space on my desk for my PlayStation 5. And my Scanner and Printer was an Espon brand and now it doesn't work anymore with all the scanning and printing, So we took it out of and we'll have to use the Printer and Scanner over in the grinder which it was my grandmother's old office. But every time i would draw in traditional, i would take a photo on my cellphone or my IPad, even if i did it in either color or draw it in sketch or draw a sketch and then take a photo and continue drawing by doing the line art and fill in the color. Those are the only options i would do with traditional art. Which i know our A-Pal does that too.

And speaking of our A-Pal, let's talk about his on this day post.

His Backpack looks pretty decent, normally i carry a bag which i can carry all my electronics and my video game handheld systems. That's what i usually carry. But i use Backpacks a lot when i go to school. But for now, i have a bag i can use anytime i want to go somewhere during my travels. Which it's one of those travelling bags since a lot of people use them.

[hal-boy]

OC Profile: Kairo/Kyron, Tim, Susan

My OC profiles stalled for a bit because I still don't have my laptop that has everyone's lore on it, but I know these three by heart! As usual, they are all part of TCGD- my worldbuilding project!

You may notice that there are only 2 individuals pictured despite three being named. Tim, uh, doesn't have a design yet... despite me making him at least 10 years ago. He is an anthro (that part's for certain!): he has silver fur, a purple wristwatch, and doesn't wear clothes (three more certainties) and I think he is a wolf (still debating that one). They are very relevant to this story, though, so they're getting discussed today. Anyway!

Up top we have Kairo/Kyron (Kairo is on the left, and he is 12: Kyron is the same boy 3 years later at age 15: I will mostly be using Kyron to refer to him throughout this profile), and on the bottom we have Susan!

I'm genuinely not sure that this description is comprehensible but you get it anyway.

Susan is what a 6 year old thinks an evil person is like: she likes to sneer at babies and bully puppies. Despite that, though, she still has a strong set of moral standards: if a little kid was in danger and she was in a position to help them, she would (and then she would downplay it later, going like "oh I'm not NICE I totally saved that bus full of orphans from careening off a cliff for wholly selfish reasons.). Also she really likes brunch and considers this a core part of her personality. This is despite the fact that her species doesn't need to eat.

Tim (he/they) is a sweet, well-intentioned kid, but he has pretty low self esteem and describes himself as "boring". They are relatively solitary and hard to spur into action. He is best friends and brothers with Kyron. Also, he's nonbinary (note: uses nongendered language except for being Kyron's brother).

Kairo was a good-natured but ultimately kind of flat heroic kid. Upon his redevelopment into Kyron, he gained an unwavering commitment to justice and his friends as well as an unhealthy obsession with nostalgia and a bit of an edgy streak. He acts like what you'd imagine a very online, traumatized teen from the early-mid 2010's would act like. He has a fantasy-world tumblr where he reblogs edgy scene stuff. Also, Kyron (but NOT Tim or Susan) is a meta character, both in TCGD and in any other works he may be in (so, he knows that the world of TCGD was created by The Child diegetically, but he also knows I, tumblr user halboy, created The Child). I would describe Kyron's relationship to The Child as "adversarial"! I think me and Kyron's relationship is pretty chill these days tho.

These three were my childhood OCs: Susan was made when I was 6 and is my oldest OC ever, Kairo was made when I was 8 or so, Tim was created around the same time, and Kairo was redeveloped into Kyron around age 12. As these are such old OCs and they are pretty personal to me, their stories in TCGD are fictionalized versions of the changes I made to their characters over the years.

.....

The idea behind their stories in TCGD is that Kyron, Tim, and Susan escaped from the destruction of their previous place of employment, The Hero's Academy: a company dedicated to teaching kids to be world-saving heroes and fight villains trying to take over the world. Susan was a "practice villain", an assigned mentor to Kyron (then age 12), Tim (then age 11), and their class (approximately 10 other kids), helping them learn to fight and help others. The three of them escaped the destruction in a helicopter that Susan stole, and they landed in The Domain. Now the three of them live together in that helicopter :). On a meta level, The Child abandoned this storyline in favor of creating The Domain. (A note: naturally, there were a lot more kids at the Hero's Academy, and they did not end up coming to The Domain because The Child forgot about them. This is plot important).

Tim and Susan have adapted relatively well to life in The Domain, but they're both failing to fully integrate into The Chosen (on account of The Chosen all being canon characters, and Kyron/Tim/Susan being The Child's OCs). Kyron has discovered that the two of them are in danger of being Forgotten entirely by The Child (which would cause them to disappear like the other kids did: that would be very bad). Susan, it seems, would be abandoned in favor of Sludgg, but Kyron does not know which of The Chosen would take Tim's place. This is a serious existential threat to their lives, so Kyron has taken it upon himself to force them to be involved in the world so that they won't be forgotten.

Along with that, Kyron resents his change in living situation and misses his old friends and routine. Kyron also got a redesign during this transition, from his spiky appearance to the less-spiky appearance. Now going from a good-hearted kid to an still good-hearted but very edgy teen who knows that he is fictional and thus understands that he can make seemingly-impossible things happen, he has been in search of the other kids and a way back to the Hero's Academy. Note that he has not told Susan or Tim about this: generally, the few meta characters in TCGD understand that it was distressing to learn that their lives are fictional, so they don't want to subject anyone else to that. Susan and Tim would be concerned if they knew, though: in their perspective, their peers are certainly dead (and as they have been Forgotten, Susan and Tim are barely able to remember them beyond "yeah we worked with them, I miss them". Which is fucked up. That will be addressed.)

....

All TCGD characters deal with a serious theme: Kyron, Tim, and Susan are involved with coming-of-age themes, but also ideas of healing from trauma and managing coping mechanisms, as well as the idea of managing one's responses to nostalgia (how do we determine what was really better when we were younger, and what just seemed better because we were 12)?

[utilitycaster]

I originally deleted this because frankly I was busy and this is obviously not someone interested in a response, only in being a dickhead, and also because I had limited laptop access at the time and couldn't make this meme, which was the first thing I thought of.

(idk, maybe this is how all the kids are talking in Ireland or Aotearoa or whatever but I think if I had said this to the kids I tutored in like 2017 they'd tell me to leave.)

But I kept thinking about it today while doing some work on the wiki and wanted to give it a serious answer, because while the anon doesn't really deserve one, it's worth talking about the implications here.

I just spent some time today updating the Felderwin article in (slightly late) preparation for Veth's Mighty Nein Origins. While so much of the articles surrounding many other PC’s pasts were updated regularly, Felderwin had nearly nothing - it briefly mentioned that Veth was there and the history was almost entirely directly plagiarized from the Explorer's Guide to Wildemount, despite it being the site of some incredibly important moments in Campaign 2. You can, as of right now (5:50 pm Eastern Time on January 18 2023) take a look at Encyclopedia Exandria's entry and compare it to the Fandom entry, or just check the history of the article before today if you'd rather not go to Fandom.

I think the wiki’s importance in the fandom is complicated, and it would take someone with a better understanding of the fandom and more distance from both wikis than I to know what this means. What I do know is that people go to wikis when they write meta or fanfic, or for descriptions for art. If there’s nothing on the page, I do think it means a hit to what kind of content you might see. It’s not a death knell by any means, because there’s always the transcripts and the EGTW, but it’s more work, and not everyone has the time or inclination to put it in.

Imagine it wasn’t Veth and Fjord. Imagine the ships the admin of the fandom wiki tried to diminish weren’t Fjord/Jester and Caleb/Essek. Imagine it was your favorite - imagine that this site, which serves as the portal for some new fans, an opportunity to do a crash course if you want more detail than the official recaps, didn’t say (for example) that Beau and Yasha were in a relationship, or hedged on the importance of their date. Imagine that every Campaign 3 character’s history was filled out except for Imogen’s, or Ashton's.

Because that’s the problem: bias isn’t, ultimately, about it being unfair to Veth or people who like Veth, even though it is also very much that. It’s a sign of deeper problems. It tells you “this person doesn't value having good or neutral information; they want to try to shape and police people's experience within the fandom, in a space that is specifically intended to be a neutral resource." And they will do it whether or not you happen to agree with them. It's rather chilling when someone thinks that's more acceptable than me having opinions on a personal blog.

And perhaps you're saying "it's not that deep, I just sent this because I think you suck." And, you know, that's your issue, and I can't help you. But I do want you to leave you with this: while it's true we have no way to compete with Fandom's SEO capabilities on the general scale, we actually kick their ass on most new lore - including in Google search. We've actually had a few cases of them taking phrasing off our wiki, often because of posts editors have made on Tumblr. My actual intent in making that post was to uh, sneakily get them to update their Fjord page, not in the least because it's the most searched page on their wiki; sadly, I don't think they have. It's a huge missed opportunity, and the fandom on the whole loses something from it. Fortunately, our Veth (and Fjord) coverage is awesome and I hope you all check it out!

[ticklystuff]

hallooo i hope your doing well! (and i hope your tumblr and drafts are safe from your coworker 😭😭)

i would like to submit my genshin team for the ask game:

xiao, wanderer, kazuha, albedo

no longer accepting teams, thanks!

hewwo anon thank you and same to you <3 i left her unattended with my laptop for four hours that day lmao i would keep going back to my cube with the excuse that i needed some water but really it was just to check to make sure she wasn't snooping asdkjf anyway hope you enjoy!

also your team was similar to someone else's (there are a lot of anemo bois this time) so i'm sorry if some of these end up samey as my last ones

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who’s the most ticklish character

It's Kazuha! He has one of the prettiest laughs and Scara and Albedo can't help but sneak in a few pokes whenever they see him walk by. He's pretty chill about it too and isn't phased when people ask him, so someone can just walk up to him and give his sides a few scribbles and it's cool with him

who’s the character that most people would assume isn't ticklish, but actually is

I'm gonna go with Xiao because of how serious he always looks, but Albedo and Scara being artificial humans would raise some questions regarding this!

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

This question is always dedicated to poor Xiao lmao it doesn't help that the other three are all really good lers and Xiao absolutely cannot handle teasing, something that both Albedo and Kazuha excel in

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

Albedo is really good at guessing tickle spots, but I don't think he'd hand them out so easily Kazuha, on the other hand, has a really good memory and will observe every tickle fight to record tickle spots in his memory. He doesn't tell people, unless he's really hammered. Also, sometimes he'll spill his own tickle spots when under the influence lmao oops

who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

Imagine Albedo asking Scara if he could potentially study him, from one artificial human to the other. It's nothing painful and Scara isn't bothered by it, except for when Albedo happens to brush past certain spots that Scara has to constantly remind him to be careful of and he's 90% sure Albedo is doing this stuff on purpose just going off of the subtle smirk on his face. Anyway, Albedo is bound to find undiscovered tickle spots, like Scara's ticklish hands. Also, Scara asks if Albedo is the same way and Albedo doesn't mind telling him of his own usual tickle spots too

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

Scara because sir is unhinged when it comes to winning these things because he refuses to lose to something as silly as tickling, but he's also really ticklish himself, so it's he's not too far ahead of someone like Albedo when it comes to tickle fights

which character has a kink for tickling

Albedo! Also, what if I said Kazuha..? I know I said in the last few that he doesn't, but this very thought is appealing to me right now, hmmmm so what if....?

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

I don't think this would apply to any of them! Scara got tickled by Childe plenty of times, Xiao was bullied by his Yaksha friends, Kazuha gets tickled by Beidou all the time, and Albedo has been tickled by Klee and Kaeya as well

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

Okay, so even though Kazuha is this really cute lee to me, I also think he'd be a really teasy ler in his own way. Not in the typical teasy way that lers tend to be, but y'know how the dentist will have a conversation with you while half their arm is in your mouth? As a ler, Kazuha is kinda like that, except replace dental work with tickling. He'll ask his lee about their day while tickling them and enjoys watching them struggle to formulate proper sentences and he makes sure to emphasize certain words with more assertive tickles. Whenever he's more in a ler mood, he'll do this with all the guys, but this especially works really well on Albedo because Albedo is super susceptible to teasing and gets flustered easily and Kazuha will try to ask questions about Albedo's latest experiment and Albedo can hardly answer and it's so embarrassing because it's like he doesn't know his own experiment anymore and he just says "I don't know!" a lot. Also, Albedo is a good ler, but Kazuha is his greatest enemy because Albedo isn't an aggressive ler and heavily relies on teasing, but Kazuha isn't really affected by teases as much, so it's really easy for him to flip the tables on him

[sbrn10]

Post-weekend thoughts: 24/01/02 edition

1. I am back at work. This is the worst.

2. However, it's pretty slow today so at least it's not the worst. I am thus on tumblr on the company dime.

3. Bought myself a Legion Go as a self Christmas present: I can now play AAA PC games away from my desktop (for about 1.5 hours at a time if not near a power outlet, admittedly, but still!) which really means mostly on the bus to and from work, but given that this is roughly a 1.5 hour trip each way it works out fantastically. Also, since I have a trip to NY coming up next month I will take this instead of my laptop and it will be the best of all worlds! Yay capitalism.

General thoughts: It is pretty heavy - playing it in bed or on the go is a significantly less comfortable experience than something like the Switch. However, the screen is gorgeous and it plays the games I want to play on PC, so. Worth it.

The controllers are a little weirdly sized and shaped for my hands, but not terrible. Would say I prefer them over the Switch joycons but obviously normal Xbox controllers or DualSenses are superior if you have the choice.

The vertical mouse mode I do not think I would use for FPS games, tbh, but for general desktop use or less performance sensitive games that don't have good controller support it's actually pretty good.

So far enjoying it; ask me again in like 6 months.

4. Signed up for a month of gamepass (which I should have done AFTER I bought the Legion Go because it comes with a complimentary 3 month pass, but alas, planning was never my strong suit. The pass is claimable until some point in 2025 though so I can use it later.) and am going through a bunch of games I wanted to try but did not get around to:

5. Starfield: Finished with about 50-60ish hours.

The beginning is rough -- just the worst hook into one of these that I've seen in a while, mostly in the sense that the main plot surrounding the Artifacts is dogshit boring and the missions for the main plot are ALSO dogshit boring (the temples are fucking terrible and a waste of time).

The rest of the game also feels... mediocre in basically all respects. Like, not bad. Just mid. Nothing feels very new and everything that exists feels so... paint by the numbers. Like, here's a planet whose surface looks procedurally generated (I don't know whether it is or not, but it looks that way) -- it doesn't look bad, but it doesn't look all that good either. Here's some RPG skill progression, except there's no way to respec your character (it's fucking 2023, Bethesda, what the fuck?) and every suboptimal choice you made early on (because you didn't know what the fuck you were doing) makes you feel incredibly annoyed at the game. In particular, character is nonexistent -- all your companions feel incredibly boring, and I fucking married Sarah just to see what the romance was like. Like, coming off of BG3 this year (which, tbh, is also not the strongest cast of characters, compared to, e.g., the heights of golden age Bioware, but still very obviously has had a lot of love and care poured into the character writing) into Starfield is just... tragic. I think I spent the first like 5-10 hours mostly thinking "wow, I am so glad I did not pay for this game."

Sidenote: I did not touch the outpost or crafting stuff because guess what I didn't pick those skills in the skill tree :) But also remembering Fallout 4's base building part, none of that seemed particularly engaging. I built one outpost that was a couple buildings just to see what it was like and the building UI was so fiddly that I immediately quit that and never touched it again.

However, the UC Vanguard quest was actually really interesting (highly recommend beelining for this tbh) and once I got a little invested in that the rest of the major faction quests (Freestar Collective, Ryujin, and Crimson Fleet) were all interesting enough that I did not quit after 10 hours and did in fact finish the game.

tldr: 6.5/10, would not recommend unless you also have gamepass and are bored. That said, I did play like 50 hours of it, so. Make of that what you will.

6. Hi-Fi Rush:

I'm actually very bad at these type of combo brawlers (mostly because getting the muscle memory down for the combo variety just takes forever and I always default to using only a handful of moves, which makes me feel bad :( ) but enjoying the presentation and music a lot. It is the most anime, in the best sense.

Also, voice cast. Robbie keeps throwing me for a loop like, hey, I know that guy. Damn you, Critical Role, you have ruined games for me! (Shoutout: Aabria as a background NPC in Starfield - you were a highlight of the entire game, baby.)

Kind of bummed that I started this on gamepass honestly - I should've just paid for it on Steam so I could keep my stats and achievements and stuff. I mean, I COULD buy it on Xbox Windows but that app is garbage 🙃

Yet to finish - but 9/10 would definitely recommend.

7. (Not gamepass but from my winter steam sale haul -- yes, I spend too much money on games) Griftlands:

Klei does not miss. Very solid 10-ish hour game with really good character writing (hi, Bethesda, please take notes). I have beaten all three characters, with only two failed runs on normal difficulty so it's, you know, a decent challenge but nothing too difficult. Still going through and trying out other builds and choices. That said, I'm not usually a deckbuilder player so I couldn't tell you how it stacks up against other deckbuilders.

8.5/10, would definitely recommend on sale.

8. My general next to-play list:

On Gamepass so higher priority during my one month:

Pentiment

The Lamplighter's League

Against the Storm

Slay the Spire

Jusant

Cocoon

Like a Dragon Gaiden

Steam backlog (including things I bought like three years ago and still haven't played/finished...):

Life is Strange 2

Marvel's Midnight Suns

Tales of Berseria

Great Ace Attorney Chronicles

9. As you can tell, I did not do much of anything that was not gaming in the liminal period that is the last week of December. I had a brief thought that maybe I would write something about Laudna and Ashton and what the fuck is up with them during the 3 week BH break, but no, creative brain is out, mindless consumption brain is in! My god, there are so many games these days. I haven't even played Diablo 4, FF16, Alan Wake 2, Super Mario Bros Wonder or Spiderman 2 yet -- admittedly, I am unlikely to ever play Diablo 4 or Alan Wake 2 (I did not finish Alan Wake 1 -- at one point they turned off the lights and I put down my controller and said nope!) but I do theoretically want to get around to the others! Even FF16 which people have also said is mid, I still want to see its midness for myself! Yes, these are very first world problems.

10. Do I plan to do anything that is not gaming through any part of January? Debatable. Such is my life these days.

11. Anyway, happy new year to everyone. Hopefully 2024 is less miserable for the world in general.

P.S. Tumblr rich text editor's treatment of unordered lists and ordered lists is so fucking stupid.

[mikavenz]

[REPOST] What ROBLOX games would each Genshin Character play?

I did not know how or why Tumblr messed up the og post, but now I'm just embarrassed and sad. Anyways, here's some headcanons based on my Roblox experience!

Hu Tao + Zhongli - Horror Games (Doors/FNAF/Etc)

Hu Tao would drag Zhongli to play with her just so that she can attempt to get a reaction from him. It ultimately leads to no avail, but she still finds it fun to play with him.

Zhongli at first as confused with the concept of Roblox ("How is it possible to have multiple games within one game?") and while Hu Tao tried to slowly explain it to him, she decided to just let it go.

Hu Tao isn't fazed by jump scares, in fact she welcomes them. She giggles when the funny model disappears and reappears then goes "Boo!"

Zhongli wouldn't flinch at a jumpscare. He would just blink in confusion as to why a png with a loud noise is quickly moving towards him, screaming. At most he would complain about the noise and Hu Tao would just tell him to lower it down.

Hu Tao plays Roblox on her phone, while Zhongli plays on his work computer (his paycheck at the Wangsheng Funeral parlor wouldn't be enough to get him a high quality laptop - not like he was ever interested in getting one, of course)

This would mean that while Hu Tao has a decently running game, Zhongli's Roblox is as old and slow as he is. Hu Tao mostly has to carry Doors runs while Zhongli spectates and goes "hmmm" at the jumpscares



Childe (+Scaramouche) and Kaeya - FPS Games (Arsenal Counter Blox, Rushpoint, Etc.)

First of all, Scara would tell you that he only has Roblox installed because Childe wanted them to play together. Childe initally had Roblox installed to play with his younger siblings and eventually fell into the rabbit hole of action games.

Kaeya just thinks it's fun and had no real motive to start playing (Klee caught him playing Roblox and asked if he could play with her, to which he said that it was a scary, adult game and she should ask Albedo more about it)

Scara is familiar with the mechanics and could be better than Childe if only he took the games seriously. He thinks the characters and the graphics of the game are a bit too silly (except for Frontline which he was more than impressed with).

Childe loves action games and would beg Scara to 1v1 him. He normally hard carries every games and stomps on (mostly) little kids. Probably says "ggez" after top fragging each FPS Game.

They don't usually play with Kaeya, but they mostly encounter him in some games.

Childe and Scara are gaming PC nerds (see this post as to why I think Scara has a gaming PC) while Kaeya is a phone gamer. Not like he doesn't have a PC, but he's a freak who learned how to aim on a phone. This makes it all the more frustrating when he wins over Childe and Scara and rubs it in.



Fischl and Xingqiu - Anime Tower Defense Games (AA/ASTD)

Fischl would definitely be into the insane and creative stories of anime and manga. Not because of the Jojos meme, but because of the wide variety there is to chose from. Aside from reading fiction, she definitely would be the type of girl to watch a couple episodes of isekai, fantasy, romance or some mainstream anime that she likes.

Xingqiu, on the other hand, finds action anime to be interesting. When asked about it, he says that anime, like good literature, always has more to it than the fights (he says unlike Western movies that are very flashy but without substance). Reading action is different from watching it being animated in such an appealing way, which is why he reluctantly got into it,

WITH THAT BEING SAID, given their intellect and interest in anime, she would be interested in games like "All Star Tower Defense" and "Anime Adventures" which are games that require a lot of grinding for characters and has it's own strategy and meta.

Fischl would love the idea of collecting characters that she would like and would spend hours rambling about how there are hidden references in the game.

Xingqiu, however, is fully invested in the specific meta in the games and would spend real life money on Bobux to buy enough in game currency for each unit. He is also interested in the trading market, always trying to make profit from buy and selling units.

Anime nerds + strategy gatcha game = profit\



I'm too lazy to write the rest so I'll end it here. Next up we have the Nextbot players, The Obby players, The Tycoon Players, whatever the Adopt Me/Pet Simulator X genere is and more!

[writinglittlebeasts]

summer reading/arting/writing tag

i was tagged by @tabswrites !

Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

as always i will be chipping away at wolf's tooth! i'm going to try to solidify a visual design for working-name 'what wolves can't eat' as well, so i can more readily describe them + their behaviors in the book / wherever else they're going to appear.

Recommend a book.

this is middle grade, but william sleator's among the dolls is one of my favorite books of all time. it's about a girl who gets a thrifted doll house for her birthday (complete with a cast of mismatched little dolls) and, dissatisfied, starts to act out a dark home life for them. except the doll house is magic and the dolls are alive and they Really do not like her lol. the edition i got from my mom (and i think she got it from a library) is illustrated and trina schart hyman's illustrations are absolutely Gorgeous; i've been thinking about them my ENTIRE life

Recommend a fic.

it won't surprise you to know that i've been reading fic while i've been writing fic lmao... maybe also won't surprise you that the only fic i've been reading is for the magicians (i love them </3)... anyway the fic time won't fly is violent and fun + twists the show's plot in a direction i wouldn't have thought i'd find so interesting (bc imo war as a plot is grating in a lot of ways) but did find interesting and cool to read

(if that link and italicization is roving around that last paragraph i have no idea why; my computer is Borked + the tumblr posting interface is really weird and unintuitive these days. like, it may not even be moving, it could just Look like it's moving, To Me, on this computer)

Recommend music.

(sorry for being one of those people who listens to music on youtube lol)

the killing kind by marianas trench is very red cat, which is my unfinished (indefinite hiatus) webcomic about ghosts and royal succession in a gorge (and also everyone is a cat)

world ender by lord huron (a song about sleepless sea-- To Me)

lost on you by lp lives in my head rent-free, and this particular live recording rattles my very bones

this version of in the air tonight from the american psycho musical because i just like it (and so does my dad who has Not like some of the other covers i have sent him of this song lmao)

Share one piece of advice!

don't let your laptop's operating system fall out of date for ANY reason because everything is on apps now, including updates for the os, and you won't be able to open those apps to download those updates. if your computer doesn't indicate an update every couple of years something is wrong with it; look up whether there's been an update anyway.

and i will tag: @sarah-sandwich-writes @kaiarchives @snehithiye @meerawrites @zestymimblo

[angelsarewatching]

comment for the fic lapsus by @lisbetadair in a tumblr post because ao3 doesn't allow photos

(this is a queued post)

and it is in these unholy hours of night where the true nature of a fanfic reader can be seen.

strings of words (not always necessarily sentences) that made me scream violently without sound and it seemed like i was choking on air:

stranger: a pale man, with shaggy ginger hair

Ghost held his arm with surprising gentleness, his large hands deft for a man so capably violent

had to reread that twice (reading in complete darkness except the brightness of my laptop being 1 out of 10) unique combination of chosen words which are Very good yes but not quite good when you're barely awake and it's. you know

adequately lubricated with alcohol

dear god am i dreaming?

MacTavish felt a soft plume of warm breath on the skin of his arm as Ghost exhaled,

(selfie i took in the darkness when i read that)

“What’s red and bad for your teeth?”

mactavish's lips upon yours you dumbass ginger!!!!

MacTavish fully appreciated his colossal mass as it loomed over him

he's really not even trying to be discreet while checking him out......at this point bring a ruler to measure his girth you lump of fuck

before MacTavish could answer, he was leaning over him. He tried to avert his eyes,

*AGGRESSIVELY JABS MY FINGER AT THE SCREEN AT DISTRESSED/HALF ASLEEP WIFE* (half yell and half whisper) "YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS"

she saw it, said "go to bed" and then fell asleep again immediately after i let her go.

In the silence, MacTavish could hear the soft rush of air as Ghost breathed,

had i been hooked up to a heartbeat monitor it would've crashed immediately

feel the gentle movement of air on the exposed skin of his naked chest.

my piano music suddenly went up to a rift and did the thing where it would escalate to a higher tone and end sweetly at that. the song in question was stay by chad lawson, it starts around 2:57 (the universe knows me. it is accustomed to my clusterfuck)

The sudden, unexpected intimacy made his stomach clench.

at this point the world has stopped and time is non existent it's me alone and this fic. ive been pulled into a universe where it is so real and vivid to me it's not even imagining at this point im experiencing something in the eyes of another and holy fuck did i just ascend my awareness of reality and do another immaculate conception just because of lapsus?

“What’s that smell?”

i prepare myself to wince. it's blood isn't it. or gasoline. or they didn't shower (i want to hose them with a firefighter hose)

“You what?”

MacTavish sniffed again, more certain. “Like flowers.” He sniffed harder. “Perfume.” He raised his head, fighting the pressure against his forehead to get a better breath. “Is that.. you ?”

MACTAVISH YOUR FLIRTING SKILLS ARE SO LOW A TODDLER COULD JUMP OVER IT (BUT IF IT'S WORKING I GUESS IT WORKS/???)

He realised in that instant that he was staring, that without realising it his gaze had fallen to follow his nose and he was looking directly at Ghost’s exposed face.

Ghost stared back at him, his face frozen in a sudden, wide-eye, confused expression that seemed strangely comical to MacTavish’s eyes.

PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE I HATE YOU SO MUCH (is crying because HOW DO YOU FUCK UP DATING SO BAD YOU FUCK)

okay i like the description for ghost it's very good i want to sink my teeth into it. it's very delicious looking

As the silence thickened between them, the innocence of the confused frown darkening like a storm, MacTavish realised that he shouldn’t have spoken, that in his exhausted, anaemic state he’d transgressed the unwritten rules that governed the tolerance of the various weird eccentricities amongst brothers in arm, and most of all, the weird eccentricities of more senior officers who could return him to unit at the stroke of a pen if they merely disliked the way he drank his tea.

always love how lisbet portrays the fine, not-visible-to-the-eye lines of intimacy and romantic relationships (especially queer ones) in the military yes this is a common trademark (a motif?) which is present in her fanfic works. yes. this is all very Nice i like it i wish to drag the two together and smosh their faces in each other

sentences that make you go "stop trying to pretend you're heterosexual ghost im gonna detain you" (anyways i like this banter because i do like it when queer men have toxic/twitter approved masculinity and norms surrounding heterosexual culture it's funny because they fuck each-)

Going to have a nice scar to impress all the ladies with when we get back.

okay after i read the entire flower thing. the perfume thing. riley you are fighting your internalized homophobia and the rampant heterosexual culture depicted in cheating/breakup teledramas and movies which is present in the SAS regiment. you are written so well i want to slice your head open and inspect your brain because whatever's in there got diced in a blender but somehow still works. you are trying so hard not to differentiate yourself, be "gay" and stray from the aspects of which is not the norm in the military where queer people are heavily persecuted. ok. ok. i know this is probably wrong and im just going bananas here but

“Face wipes, the ones for taking off makeup. Gets rid of the war paint in a hurry.”

ok nevermind he's just a weird cishet dudebro. i take back all what i said. now go to the corner and rainbow yourself david stirling would not be proud of you

chapter 2 is also in queue because i don't post here often and i need to feel reassured that my new followers see my shitposts and unfollow me