#fuck me my memes are getting worse by the day

[antaripirate]

i didn’t make this kell made it

[todayisafridaynight]

i went on a walk and came back 60% more evil

[lynxgirlpaws]

[canisvesperus]

[smol-feralgremlin]

But at the same time, I felt uneasy at being thrust into an online community which I’d long considered kind of annoying: What’s really striking is the extent to which a disorder associated with garrulousness and substance abuse has been captured so utterly by nerds. To what neurodivergent urges would I now be subjected? Would I be tempted to start drawing pastel-colored webcomics about buying too many notebooks or set up a TikTok account with my boyfriend in which he is assigned the role of baffled but tolerant neurotypical and I am essentially a child? Would I start claiming that innocuous behaviors like “Googling stuff,” “using emojis,” “being able to concentrate sometimes but not always,” and “watching cartoons” arise directly from my newly confirmed condition? Would I begin to construct elaborate metaphors along the lines of “ADHD is basically like having a poltergeist that follows you around and moves your stuff” or “ADHD is having a werewolf that lives inside your brain: the secret is not trying to control the werewolf, but fully embracing that you are this creature”? I didn’t want to do any of those things, but I did start to consider what we are telling ourselves — and one another — about ADHD.

[soy-soi-si]

Leona, Azul, Idia, Floyd, Jack, Rook, and Sebek with a Fem! Reader who texts to try and get more cuddles.

Leona

He was just dealing with practice not actually doing anything since Vargas was off fuckin around with track and he was just making the rest do a final work out he himself tired sweaty and fucking peeved when his phone buzzes.

He pulls it out expecting it to be some shit from Cheka stealing his brother's phone again for the sixth time today. Then he spots the name and he immediately opens it.

「wheer are u」

He takes a second before smiling imagining y/n half asleep in his bed where he left her.

「practice, you just wake up?」

He barely pays any mind to the group running laps panting like dogs.

「cmoe bavk im lpnely」

Leona can barely resist the urge to get up and fly straight to the dorm on his broom.

「give me a sec」

He looks up at the group hissing in a breath as his tail sways, “That's enough we're done for the day!” immediately he gets up grabbing his shit before walking off to go take a shower before going to the dorm.

Azul

Azul was just dealing with some contractors' study guides when his phone buzzed. He didn't even hear it the first time, or he equated it to Floyd sending another meme. Then it buzzed again, and again though pretty spaced apart by probably fifteen seconds. He got annoyed by the sound quickly grabbing his phone to see who's interrupting his concentration.

Then it immediately goes away at the nickname he put as y/n’s contact info. His beautiful pearl and he opens it taking a second to lean back.

「azzy」

「why’d you leave me」

「i'm coming to the lounge for cuddles」

He pauses remembering he left her at ramshackle after she fell asleep during lunch on him.

「alright, I'll see you soon」

Azul opens jades number calling him who immediately answers him. “Yeah?” “y/n’s coming to the lounge if you see her just send her straight to my room since I'm busy.” “Alright.”

Idia

Idia for once left his room just to retrieve more snacks for him and y/n when the text chimed through his music causing him to jump before fumbling with his phone and the grocery bag of snacks to see it was y/n and he immediately sighs in relief before glancing around then opening it.

「come back」

His hair turns pink before he texts her back.

「omw」

If he wasn't out of shape, he would've run back to his dorm room.

Floyd

Floyd was just playing on his phone skipping out on practice again since it got boring a little over halfway through, he's just sitting on the sidelines as the rest of them play. He hates how he smells but he can't go into the locker room because it smells worse there. He's just waiting until Vargas finally airs it out when the text comes.

「it's cold come back.」

His eyes light up since he's currently sweating from the heat. And he practically jumps up bolting out of the gym back to his room where his sleepy girlfriend is.

Jack

Hes finishing up with his cactuses in the main area of Savanaclaw when his phone buzzes. And he pulls it out just opening the text expecting it to be ruggie again asking him to grab something.

「babe, where did you goo」

His tail immediately begins wagging dusting the floor as he's kneeling down.

「I’m just in the common area」

Immediately she texts him back and he turns red.

「come back I want my boyfriend to cuddle me」

Rook

He probably went out to stalk Leona or some unsuspecting merman. And as he's sitting in a tree his phone buzzes. He pulls it out quickly spotting y/n's name so he opens it sparing a few glances to his prey who is not going to move anytime soon. Then he spots the picture of her laying in his bed on her stomach clearly tired as she looks into the camera.

「come here」

Rook immediately abandons his objective to go see the domestic beauty in his very own bed he denied his full attention.

Sebek

Sebek was just standing by Malleus when silver showed Malleus his phone. Malleus pauses for a moment before chuckling, turning to sebek who's clearly not amused by silver pulling out his phone at all near waka-sama. “Sebek, you're free to go to y/n. I’m going to retire for the night.” Malleus stands up waving the boy off as he and Silver walk away, leaving him confused.

「I want cuddles I'm lonely」

[tealchameleon]

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hello! I just found your blog a couple days ago and I love your stuff!! I like that you mark everything as either being romantic or platonic (as an aromantic, I would like to say you are a saint for doing that) , and all the little pictures and memes bring me immense joy

I was wondering if you could do a platonic alastor x reader where reader makes/made a deal with Alastor. Like full on, sold-their-soul-to-him, no-takesies-backsies kind of a deal.

And like, maybe Alastor doesn't care about them that much at first, but they slowly grow on him? And reader doesn't like alastor that much either, but they have the same dark, chaotic energy and they just sorta click eventually. (and maybe some Rosie in there too??)

Omg you're so sweet for this 😭 Some of the platonic ones are my FAVE! Plus, I get that not everyone is looking for romance 🤧

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

Plus a little Rosie X Reader

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: Cartoonish antics, little bit of violence, Alastor being Alastor, Reader lost their soul

Description: ☝️⬆️

You didn't think Alastor was serious when he said he wanted your soul, who tf does that??

Alastor, that's who, you dummy

To be fair, you totally thought you were going to win but imagine your shock when chains suddenly appeared on you like a leash

Bullshit bullshit bullshit

He has you working at the hotel with Husk and Niffty but you go out of your way to mess things up for him

If you're gonna be his pet then you're going to be a nightmare pet

Maybe he'll decide you're not worth the trouble and give your soul up?? That's a thing that happens right?

So you do little things to fuck with Alastor, big enough to annoy him but subtle enough to be an accident

He wants you to make him tea? Oops!! You've poured salt instead of sugar and now he's choking down salty tea because he's too proud to admit you pulled one over on him

Not him giving you a death glare from over his cup

"How is it~?"

"Delightful."

He wants you to wash the dishes? Fine but you're going to drop and break his favorite mug and every replacement he gets

You're so clumsy

You have to carry his bags?? Fine then-

No, you know what? Niffty can carry the bags she's much more strong and sturdy than she looks

You're no fun

The point is, if Alastor is going to make your life miserable because he owns your soul, you're going to give it right back

You don't even make the punishments fun for him

He doesn't stop seeing you as his worst deal until your both suddenly faced against the same foe

Some idiot Vox hired to pick a fight with Alastor and for some reason Alastor picked you to handle it

Watching you play with your prey reminded Alastor of himself, giving him a few good chuckles

By the time you were done, your opponent had practically pissed themselves to death, terrified by your maniacal nature

After the fight while you're being patched up, you and Alastor share a few laughs as you retell what happened

And then you two laugh about Vox

And then you two laugh about how your opponent died

Nobody else is laughing you sick fucks

There's a change in your dynamic after that day, the two of you becoming partners in crime

Those pranks and punishments you two used to use on each other? Now you're combining forces to use them on everyone else

Everyone thought things would be better once you two put aside your differences

But this is so much worse

They find excuses to just send you two out of the hotel so they can have some peace and quiet

You just feed off each other's worst energies and keep making each other worse

The only mitigating force for you two is Rosie, she's the only one who can get you two to slow it down

"Alright! Hold it!"

Not the two of you being scolded by her, looking like two little kicked puppies because Rosie won't let you two blow up a shop

But the owner is so sleazy!!!

No, you two can't pretend to be repairmen so you can break into people's homes and destroy their tvs

She won't even let you write fake fan mail to Vox, slowly gaining his trust as his number one fan only to shatter his heart in some devastating and public way

Wtf is wrong with you two

She just knows how best to handle the two of you and doesn't really mind how twisted the two of you get to be

She finds it adorable

You are besties by that point, an unstoppable force that wreaks havoc on anything in your path

Oh and sweet Rosie is there too

Holding the leashes for you two

You almost forget he owns your soul and so does he most days, the two of you seeing each other more and more as equals

Or at the very least, friends 🧡

Maybe you've earned your soul back

Nah, keep it

This was so fun! I really hope you liked it!

[forsoobado137]

🍨dolly_as_prez Follow

🍨dolly_as_prez Follow

It's been five years since I made this meme and nothing has changed lol

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🧻Dorpblorpw93 Follow

Watching Alfred's short films on youtube are always fucking hilarious because I never know if he's being ironic or not. They all look like they were written produced by an over-caffeinated film student but if they had an actual budget. Like they are legit the funniest pieces of media out there and I have no idea if the comedy is intentional or not.

🏞fromthevalley89 Follow

Where do I begin here? The fact that he basically plays everyone? The fact that he included Arthur but didn't let him play as himself and cast him as bad guys? The fact that he was able to get Roderich and Francois on board with this? The fact that he doesn't even name himself and just puts ME? The fact that the end credits are three times longer than the movie? AND HE LITERALLY CAST HIMSELF AS GOD?! This is peak cinema.

🧭justintime12oclock Follow

Also what is up with Tony? Did Alfred just rotoscope his roommate and make him an alien? is it CGI (Really badly done)?

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🌌galaxylesbian Follow

AGAIN?!

🐝beemybestie Follow

Translation: wahhh wahhh my president won't give me money for Louis Vuitton and my seventh mansion so I'm gonna sit on my ass while the stocks plummet and the trains malfunction 🥺

🌟bugdrinkbugrink Follow

Actual translation: I've literally fought in dozens of wars and bent over backwards for this government and all I get in return is a minimum wage paycheck, demeaning insults from my own politicians, and disrespect from tourists that I'm forced to put up with. I deserve better, and by not working, I'm going to demonstrate how fucked you all would be without me. I hope this opens people's eyes to the lack of rights me and my fellow nations have, and that it will force governments everywhere to actually give a shit.

🌷Azaleyaaaaah02 Follow

Also that mansion thing is such bullshit. The reason nations have so many houses is because they have been ALIVE FOR CENTURIES and they can't just stay in one place forever. Also they have had more than enough time to buy houses when they were cheap and pay off multiple properties. Nations aren't just secretly a bunch of out of touch millionaires. They have been homeless, in debt, and have lived in far worse conditions than you could ever imagine.

🌟bugdrinkbugrink Follow

For everyone trying to call nations "selfish" for going on strike because it has negative effects on their countries, that is literally THE ENTIRE POINT OF STRIKES. World leaders think that all nations do is look pretty and die over and over in petty wars. In the THREE DAYS that France (and other European countries) went on strike back in 1976, the stock market plummeted, trade slowed, transportation stopped working, and other citizens stopped going to work. The leaders realized pretty quickly that they fucked up. After they got better wages, the nations returned, and everything was up and running again.

Moral of the story: PAY YOUR NPS A LIVING WAGE! These people have literally sacrificed everything for their nations. So what if France wants to be able to afford iconic French fashion brands? If I was an immortal being who died thousands of times in mankind's worst wars, you better BELIEVE I would demand that I can afford to treat myself.

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[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Grand Line Crew Modern Au Gang!

i hope yall enjoy, this took a while to get all together, here

ASL post

East Blue Crew post

Friends we made along the way 1 post

Friends we made along the way 2 post

i dont have many additional headcanons for this lot, but i did write a short story with them :) enjoy

Brook only wears the absolute grooviest of clothing at all times.

Brook only wears the absolute grooviest of clothing at all times.

Brook only wears the absolute grooviest of clothing at all times.

That’s just gonna have to be there 👆 tumblr likes to glitch out my posts.

Dont give chopper caffeine. He’ll either have a heart attack or operate on 5x speed, its a gamble every time.

robin and franky love watching home improvement shows, house hunters, how its made, myth busters, and other technical shows together.

When Luffy shows robin memes on his phone, she takes out her reading glasses and holds the phone like a mom does. Ya know that squint. You know.

Jinbei used to be a trucker and had a convoy with s bunch of his truckin’ buddies. They had matching leather jackets with “the sun truckers” embroidered on the back

Franky has a wig closet. It is vast. If you went in there you'd think you were in Narnia or something

Chopper is BEYOND CONVINCED that Sabo is a vampire.

One day, sabo volunteered as an assistant in a medical class chopper was taking. He was acting as chopper’s patient as he was learning the patient procedures of a checkup.

It was all going fine, chopper got all the patient identification out of the way and next was to acquire blood pressure, breath count, and heart rate. But the stethoscope and pressure monitor wasn’t working, and it make it seem like Sabo,,, didnt have a pumping heart,, or blood,,, or really breathed at all(he doesnt take very visible breaths).

Chopper was stricken with fear at this and assumed the absolute worse as he looked in horror at Sabo’s naturally pale complexion and long canine teeth. Chopper simply jotted down the average count of each recording instead of getting new equipment, and tried not to think about it, but

“huh, all of those numbers are usually lower than that. Maybe all that Special Concoction™ i drink is finally catching up to my heart rate.”

“how much have you.. drunk?”

“like for today? Or since I woke up.”

Chopper is fucking horrified. Sabo woke up to being a vampire and drinks blood as a special concoction. He cannot believe this.

”Never mind, I don't need to know, its all normal, you're normal.”

“Wow… that's the first time a medical practitioner has called me normal. My brothers are gonna get a real kick outta this.”

CHOPPER IS FUCKING HORRIFIED. HE HAS BRETHEREN??? Chopper just keeps his head down and finishes up the check up practice as Sabo remarks he has another class in the blood bank, which was lemon in the paper cut for chopper.

For a month or so after that day, Chopper didn’t see Sabo at all, and he forgot about his fear for a little while. However one night as chopper was hanging with Luffy and a few others in the straw hat friend group, there was a knock at the door. Chopper happily said “I’ll get it~” as the rest of the group continued in conversation.

Chopper skips over to the door and when he opens it, he sees the figure of Sabo standing in front of him. Tall and opposing, smiling a big toothy grin with bright blue eyes shining from the overhead lighting. He’s wearing a long trench coat with the collar popped and an ascot was wrapped around his neck.

What chopper was seeing before him.

Was the vampire.

He let out a scream right out of a horror film and promptly fainted.

A minute or two later, he awoke laying on the couch, feet elevated and vest unbuttoned, to his friends looking at him from the foot of the couch.

He goes to stand up, but a strong gloved hand stops his movement and guides him back down

“Don't get up too quickly, little man.”

Chopper looked next to him and saw The Vampire. What was he doing in his house?!?!?

“Are you alright, bud? You opened the door for me, screamed in my face, and then passed out.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Chopper said with the highest voice-crack to word ratio in his entire life.

“Right. Well again, dont get up too quickly, if you need water or anything let your friends know. I just came here to pick up Luffy cuz some family stuff came up. Have a good night!”

“…you too, and thanks for taking care of me…”

“No prob!”

“One last question?” Inquired chopper.

“What's up?”

“Did someone invite you in?”

the end

PS: Sabo's "special concoction" consists of Red Bull and Espresso. He hasn't slept in 72 hours. This will have lasting effects on his health.

thats all for now! thanks for reading~

[adams-angels]

Talk to me

Adam X f!reader

🎸I hope I do you all justice. Don't be mad if this isn't very good. I generally am not very good!🎶

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Smut below. Minors dni thx

This isn't the first time you and Adam argued. It sure as hell won't be the last but today was a little different.

It's started off fine. You were at Adams apartment for the weekend. You made him breakfast, he showered you in kissed, shared a bit of banter... And that's where it went wrong. You said something which made Adam say something unexpected and worse. So an argument ensured. It ended when Adam had been called into work.

The last thing you said was "fine, I won't say anything ever again." It was petty! You were being petty. It's not like you hadn't said it before but you always did speak again, of course you did! But no. Today was different. You were keeping to your word.

Adam got ready to leave. "Okay. I'm going now." You looked up and nodded. Not even a kiss goodbye was had. He left the apartment scowling while you stayed up and sulked.

As the day went on her texted you. "Ugh, work is so dumb. Idk y they even wanted me in 🙄" you picked up your phone and read it. You made sure to read it. So he would see that you saw it. Petty.

Now you know Adam. You know Adam needs attention 24/7. Even if you're not together you need to text him back. You need to make sure he knows you're still there. You're still his.

So of course he saw the read receipt. He knows you have your phone in your hand. "What are you ignoring me?" Read. "Don't be so pathetic." Read. "Why are you doing this?" Read. "whatever! You think I care?! I'm FUCKING ADAM! I'M THE FUCKING DICK MASTER! I DON'T NEED YOU!" Read. "ANSWER ME?!" Read. "Haha, check out this meme." Read. "Please say something." Read.

You had him reeling. His trust issues taking over his mind. What if you've left him? What if fucking Lucifer's got his tiny ass claws into you?! "NO!" His wings flare, he charges towards the nearest window and takes flight. He can't stand you ignoring him. He can't stand the thought of you leaving him.

He lands on his apartments balcony, you're not in the livingroom. His heart pounds in his chest. Opening the sliding door he enters his apartment. A very broken "hello?" Escapes his lips. No response. The silence is too much.

He explores his apartment, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. "Y/N?" He heads towards his bedroom and there you are. Lying in bed. You're not asleep, you're on your phone, still ignoring him. You could of swore you heard a sigh of relief. It doesn't take long before he's back to his arrogant self. "What up sugartits? Still not talking?" That cocky smirk fills his mask.

He hops into bed next to you. You glance up at him, that stupid smile. "What? I didn't do anything, babe. C'mon, why don't you just say something?" You respond with a glare. He sits up, his smile waivered slightly at your resistance. He brings himself close to your ear, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I know how to get you to talk."

His hand slides down your arm, to your waist then your thighs. You know where this is going. With no resistance from you he moves one of your legs, spreading them. His fingers trace along your pantie line, just to tease you. You can feel your face flushing. "You're too cute, babes." He muttered, causing you to look up at him. As soon as your eyes locked with his, he moved your underwear to the side. Sliding a finger between your folds. He can see you holding back a whimper. "Wow, you're already soaked? Thinking about my cock all day, huh? Of course you were."

He continued sliding a finger between you, gently hitting your clit cause you to twitch. But still no sounds from you. He frowns slightly. "Why don't you tell me how much you want it, Gorgeous." It was so hard not to break. How much your wanted to tell him you wanted him. But no. Then he would of won. He always wins! You hold strong. "Fine." He grunts as he gets up. He crawls between your legs whipping off her robe revealing his, always surprising, massive cock. Throbbing with anticipation.

"I'm gonna make you beg." He grumbled. He wasn't happy you were still not saying anything. At this point he missed your voice. He missed your laugh. Your tuts. Your groans. Anything. Any noise! He wanted you do make a single sound. You watched as he positioned himself and got ready for him to thrust into you. He grabbed his member and lined up with your entrance and stopped. You looked up at him confused. That smirk was back.

He began jerking him against your aching cunt. His tip brushing against your clit you can't help but whimper. You quickly cover your mouth. "What was that babe? You want me to fuck you?" He asked with that shit eating grin. You nod, looking at him with desperate eyes. "Use your words, baby." You furrowed your brow, positioning your feet you buck your hips to try and get him inside of you but he's too smart for that, pulling himself away. "Nuh-uh. Words, y/n. Use them." He purred, teasing you. He moved back, continuing rubbing himself off on you.

You whined in frustration and desperation. "Fuck 'm getting close, babe." Your eyes widen. No way was he close, but his brow twitched which told you he wasn't lying. He was going to cum soon. "Fuck me Adam! Please fuck me! I need you!" You begged. "ah, you want me now?" "Yes, please. Please Adam?" It didn't take him long before he was inside you. Feeling your walls clenched around his thick member. You moan in ecstasy. Adam, gripping your waist, pulling you as close as he can so he can get deep inside you. "Fuckin' feel so good~ such a good girl." He grunted, pounding into you.

It's hard to read his true expression with that damn mask on, uou managed to get your fingers under the chin of his mask and pull it off. You can see his flustered face, how desperate and needy his eyes are. "Sso p-pretty anh~!" "Shut up.." he burrows his head in the crook of your neck, embarrassed, small whimpers escape his lips as moans roar out from yourself.

"Fuck, y/n-!" His arms wrap themselves around your waist as he holds you down and close. Filling you with his seed. His head still pressed against the nook of your neck. "'m sorry..." He whispered into your skin. Your arms slid round to his back, gently running your fingers up and down his back. "Please don't ignore me again." He mumbled. "I won't. I'm sorry." You reply, holding each other close.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed this one shot. It was fun to write! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

[fatale-distraction]

BG3 Companions Social Media Headcanons Part 1

I was bored at work and couldn’t stop. 🤣 I’ll make another post with Halsin, Minthara, Jaheira, Minsc, and some NPCs!

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Astarion - Pre-Tav, Astarion's social media is mostly thirst-traps for some kind of nefarious, Cazador-related money-making plot. They barely scoot past the TOS on lewd content. Very little real personal content, anything that isn't a thirst trap is heavily doctored lifestyle content to make it seem like he's living a much more luxurious life than he actually is.

After meeting Tav and getting rid of Cazador, he deletes all of his old accounts and opens up new ones. They're not exactly private, but he's much more careful about who he follows and who can follow him back. The posts become much more genuine. Still a lot of selfies, but they're sexy in the way of a guy just finally living his truth and being comfortable in his own skin. There's more shots of his daily life; waking up with his partner's obnoxious pets strewn across the bed, morning coffee and his current favorite book, new outfits that make him feel more himself. Tav features heavily in most of his posts, and there are probably as many pictures of them as there are of himself.

Karlach - chaos. No rhyme or reason. Lots of parkour and Jack-ass parodies. Constant flood of pictures of her stuffed animal collection. Stupid filters abound. There's several videos of her just flexing. Lumberjack videos. Seven hundred pictures of Tav, tons of selfies together. Videos of her literally sobbing over some cute stuffy she found or a dog she got to pet. "How many times can I say the fuck word before I get suspended." Memes. Memes everywhere.

Lae'zel - She follows three accounts and never posts anything, but somehow she's constantly scrolling through. What does she even do? Her profile picture is still the default. She doesn't have any profile information filled out. It just says "No." Her screen name is just Lae_zel. Every single item in her favorites is a cat video. She has One photo and its a gym selfie. All of her comments seem really mean at first, but they're all weirdly supportive things along the lines of "your teeth are sharp and your visage terrifying".

Shadowheart - total E-girl influencer vibe. Everything is #nofilter. She doesn't need filters. She's god's most perfect princess. You can't even be mad because it's not vanity its just how she Is. Ends everything with Prayer-hands-emoji hashtag Shar'sblessings or Selune'sblessings depending on where she is in that journey. Hairstyle and makeup tutorials and she makes it look so damn easy. "Dye my hair and cut my bangs with me." "Get ready with me" videos nearly every day. Every picture has a comment from Astarion that just says "oh fuck off" because even he can never hope to be as perfect as she is. Or at least that's what her forty-five thousand followers think.

Wyll - The official Blade of the Frontier social media account(s). Fencing videos and promos. "How to polish your horns for newbies" video that's been taken down twenty-seven times for lewd content even though it's literally for polishing actual horns. Accidental thirst traps because damn. Lots of disability advocacy, especially for visual impairments. Weekly Demon/Devil PSAs. Constantly featured in Karlach's vids and vice-versa. Buddy selfies. Once in a while a pic of him with his dad. Pics with Tav are rare, but when he does post them they're the sweetest pictures and he gushes about them for paragraphs. It's a little gross how gushy they are. Astarion comments with vomit emojis and Wyll just replies with an angry face emoji. The purest content. He's so wholesome. Not a swear to be seen. Lots of gentle hype videos. "You've got this. You can do this. I believe in you."

Gale - oh my god he has the most pretentious social media accounts. He's worse than Astarion. "Well, actually" videos with multiple parts because they're too long. Tea and bookshelves. Tara. So many pics of Tara. Tara napping on a book. Tara swatting a fly. Tara in the window. Tara on the kitchen counter. Tara laying in the sun. Tara doing nothing. He has one of those fancy cat terrarium backpacks. Magic tutorials. Mystra simp. Surprisingly few selfies but the ones he has are IMMACULATE. Pretentious book reviews. His only saving grace is that he is HILARIOUS. He's the only one with a reasonable about of pics with Tav as opposed to almost none or way too many, but the captions are always really sweet.

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Part 2 here!

Part 3 here!

Part 4

[dadvans]

Short Term Solutions for the wip game! 💕💕💕

for the WIP title meme!

tbh can't remember what i've posted from this one before--

Tommy feels like he’s walking onto another scene when he shows up at Evan’s apartment. There’s smoke, albeit thinning through every open window, and Evan is standing on the table waving a sheet pan at the detector high overhead on the ceiling. “Hey.” Evan doesn’t look down at him. Tommy sees a smothered pot on the stove’s back burner, hallmark of a grease fire. “How do you feel about pizza?” “I love pizza,” he offers, like there’s a monster out there that somehow doesn’t. He tries to hide the worry in his voice and makes his way around the kitchen island to the stove so he can help dispose of the smoldering remains of dinner. “I’ll call Dominoes as soon as I’m not afraid of this alarm going off again,” Evan says. “Don’t worry about it.” Fuck Dominoes. Evan’s clearly had a long day, and Tommy is hungry but he’s not that hungry. They’re doing the overpriced hole-in-the-wall down the street where Ryan Gosling was apparently caught by paparazzi last week. He’s fine paying. “I can call.” Evan gives in without a fight, so he must really be at his limit. “Thanks.” It’s tough to see him like this. His usual spark has been dimming more and more the past month since Gerrard resumed control of the 118, and even on the really bad days, he seems reluctant to talk about it. The first time they did, Tommy tried to pass along wisdom from what he remembered of Gerrard: keep your head down, don’t go out of your way to do anything you weren’t asked to do (especially on a call), stay in your lane, and document every goddamn thing as best as you can the second it happens. But these days Tommy can see it in the dismissive way that Evan will crack open a beer on the countertop and say, “Nothing, nothing, you know, asked me if i moved out here ‘cause California is the land of fruits and nuts again,” that there is something worse and more complicated going on under the surface, something Evan refuses to let him help carry the weight on for a variety of reasons. It sucks. Tommy wants to help, and watching Evan struggle and buckle under whatever is going down at the 118 without him is starting to scare him. Something’s gotta give, and Tommy knows it inevitably will. The best thing he knows he can do until further notice is focus on short term solutions. He can take care of a smoking pan while Evan stands helplessly on his kitchen table. He can order a large Hellraiser, extra meat. He can get Evan so far outside of his head he’s boneless and thoughtless and can temporarily forget. “Delivery ETA is sixty minutes,” Tommy announces as he gets off the phone. “Shit, I’m sorry,” Evan says, gingerly getting off the table and setting the pan down. “I told you I’d have dinner ready, you’re probably starving. I can probably throw a salad together—“ “Don’t worry about it,” Tommy says, and that’s when he notices one of Evan’s hands is loosely wrapped. “Are you okay?” Evan seems to have forgotten about it, and looks down at his own palm when he sees Tommy staring. “What? Oh, yeah, got distracted, burned it. Then totally forgot I left the heat on high when I went to take care of it, and“—he waves his good hand vaguely around at the thinning smoke, a half-laugh catching in his throat clearly directed at himself—“yeah. Just can’t seem to stay out of my own way today.” There’s something unsaid there, some kind of weakness Evan doesn’t seem willing to part with, and it breaks Tommy’s heart. He maneuvers his way over to Evan’s side, taking him by the wrist to gently kiss over the burn. “Well, we have an hour.” He sighs. “Tell you what. Let me take care of you, get you out of your head for a bit. Then, after dinner, can we talk about it?” Evan stares up at him, eyes so big. Some invisible weight seems to slough off his shoulders at the suggestion alone, and he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

[tocomplainfriend]

VIV is constantly criticized by her own fault.

TW: Mention of: SA, Rape, Transphobia, fat phobia, Antiblackness.

(Hey, i'mma probably do a post eventually about episode 4. Btw, awfully shit, worse than I thought it could be... BIG TW OF R-PE AND SA IF YOU'RE GOING TO SEE IT. AND TW of the minimization of those topics too.)

(SORRY FOR BAD ENGLISH IN THIS POST TOO)

BUT I NEED TO CALL ATTENTION TO THIS! One of the reasons I criticize a lot of Viv specifically is because of how much she puts herself out there. She sees something she posts on Twitter about it a shit ton (even on "threads" lol). AND because of how lacking of improvement she has being. (I personally know people I have considered terrible when we were teens, but I have seen legit improvement from them in recent years. They seem like people who struggle, but got to grow up and made up for any problems (or pain caused to me or others). People have the ability to change and become better. Something that matters at pointing out issues or discussing-is the idea of creating change on others. It is better to get someone to change for the better than to cast them into the forever jail of nothingness (unless, IDK, they Sexually Assaulted someone, for example). Specially when they are young people. Doesn't mean YOU have to stick with other people that hurt you, no. Doesn't mean people get to do what ever and get away with it.

BUT All of this problem I have seen from Viv are from age 19-30. (you can change at anytime btw) And see constantly repeats herself and her actions. Seems to have never accepted criticism (said by herself too), and never able to see her own faults. The fact that is a continuous behavior is a problem, how she always responds is awful. My post of "Viv has being transphobic for 10 years", was to signal that. If she really had changed over those 10 years to a genuine thing- I could've taken that! But no, the shitty double standard against trans men... the weird treatment. THE MANY STORIES OF EMPLOYEES GETTING MISGENDERED HEAVILY, TOO.

(I know people who were transphobic [When they were teens mainly], that Genuinely improved and changed their beliefs. Now they treat trans people with respect and care! And still learning about gender-fluid people, too!)

It just seems to be further and further away from getting better! The fact that she only decides to take in account voices from SA victims that agree with her- it's painful as a victim, my self!

And yes, people who sent gore or dumbass shit to Viv (or the team) don't help. And go get help why you're looking and sending Gore to anyone. (Also, stuff like this does lead to people not listening to others people genuine callouts). The fact that I criticize something doesn't mean I agree with the people that go and do shit like the thing I just mention above.

AND ALSO A IMPORTANT THING HERE!

This drawing was created by DollCreep. BUT ALSO FUCKING REMEMBER this was done in response to the shit that Viv drew of him.

If you didn't know Viv drew a transphobic caricature of DollCreep using the name Jojo (his old nickname). This put together with a shitty anti-sjw meme video. DollCreep is a transman, Viv drew a character based on him. A furry wolf girl, If you can see in the image the main thing listed below the character name is the fucking "Sex=♀️". SO ON PURPOSE, CHRIST. Like... AND YES-is shitty from both to have drawn this (even if it was in respond) mainly immature in DC part. But that, or any toxicity coming from DC, doesn't delete the transphobia here. (imagine drawing a racist caricature of a poc person, because they are shitty to you). THE POST LINKED ABOVE SHOWS THE SITUATION, and in the end of the day. Viv says that DC is an abusive shitty person to her, but never realizing her own faults or anything she could'be possibly done wrong! (and again, any wrong done by DC in general can not be deleted by the fact of having being treated badly. If he did shitty stuff himself, that doesn't delete the wrong done in general to him or to others by viv)

Here about transphobia:

(this is like 8yrs old too)

Again, she never acknowledges anything that she might have done wrong. "She is a thoughtful person, that wants tor write queer and disabled characters! She wants to tell empowering stories of..." It doesn't even feel close to that when people bring up actual problems in her writing that are stereotyping or bad, and she just yells and cries. It all feels like empty sticks she is only interested in in the surface level, she doesn't want to actually deal with.

When she says "This characters is black guys ♡♡♡" and then the fucking 7th, a grayish character with zero black features. She can not actually try and draw a black person with a different hair texture, she'll faith is hair isn't straight and spiky (has done this so much too). She is all for positivity and diversity (can not draw more than 1 character that isn't a fucking stick with the same stupid face).

She can not write relationships in general. She cannot do gay couples, then don't lean on the stupid old uke uwu defenceless x big rough seme protector stuff. Again, all the interactions with Husk and Angel are sexual harassment. They are already a revealed future couple (and episode 4 is terrible for them, specially with that song). Stolitz is toxic, and predatory. That is not acknowledged, and all Stolas's predatory behavior and power dynamics are put in the background, cause- "look how sad Stolas is :(! HIS DAD IS SOOO MEAN, HIS WIFE IS A BITCH". All her gay characters are in pure surface: over-sexual twinks that are assholes, which also fit into the top/bottom as personality boxes.

Any other point includes sexual harassment as a joke. BUT KNOW SHE WANTS TO BE LIKE "GUYS SA STORIES MATTER, LOOK AT WHAT I WROTE" as if she didn't lean back into the problem of the diminishing of SA and r- (in general and done to men) with her jokes in HB. With all the sexual harassment that Angel Dust puts on Husk and others. (AND YES THERE IS NO WARNING IN EPISODE 4, FOR ITS HEAVY TOPICS! I do believe all series/movies with this need it. SPECIALLY IF IT'S SO GRAPHIC! "Sexual content" is not the same as a warning for SA or R-pe. An adult can see a movie with sex or sexual nutidy- when they see that- but it's different to get straight assault on screen. Victims can watch movies/series with sex in them all good, you cannot just group consensual sex in the same assault or R-pe...)

The thing where Mammon (the only fat character that isn’t from the fucking background.) is like FIZZ YOU NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT. AS IF SHE COULD EVEN DRAW ANY DIFFERENT BODY SHAPE WITHOUT DYING. Like there is only Mimzy (hasn't appeared yet, not given any importance. In the female lead show). Mammon the piece of shit (does the same as Blitz, but he is actually fully bad.) His design is done with 80 fucking layers on top. Like all the test of the skinny character's clothes suck up to their body except for Mammon. His body is hidden in layers upon layers of clothing (that's all you got?). All you main guys need to fill "the skinny have nothing men" and "skinny woman with big hips and legs, but no fucking stomach"?

AND YES! VIV DOES DO THE FUCKING, "FAT = FOOD LMAOOO". You know the thing HH fans and hater where like the "Bee needs to fat thing is bad, cause of fat = food (only food) is reductive and shitty"

(Can I refer to how the show Bojack H, make Diane gain weight cause of anti depressants- and it wasn't a joke! And she was happier too?)

(mine, from post right below)

... like is a bundle of issues. And Viv will never accept that she might be /or is wrong. That's why it hits the fan with stuff. -And again I liked many of the little concepts and stuff in HB and the original pilot of Hazbin. Shit- I still like Sir Pentious and Nifty. I do like Mammon as much as he is a pack of problems to call out, I fucking love the piece of shit Australian jester- The artist work hard on it, and I'm happy it's an openly queer! (as limited as it gets, too....). I liked Huni-cast, I loved the original voice cast! -and that happens! I could be writing this about other stuff too, not only Hazbin... if I created this blog earlier- IT WOULD ALL BE ABOUT RWBY, DANGANRONPA, even svtfoe...Ladybug... or Agretsuko's ending too. So yeah, sorry for the long post (as if all my post weren't)

[cyyfics]

You made a post asking for silly/dumb requests to do while stoned, I think I got one; Simon and/or Winter King x Memelord reader! I just gotta know what these old men would do in the face of a big chungus or skibidi toilet being spammed at them. Would they like among us? Also, your writing is good and I hope you have a nice day, and if is not the type of silly you were looking for, I totally understand.

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Meme lord Hc’s

Pairing: Simon X Winter King X Reader (seperate)

Collection: the stones series

Note: hello this is my time to shine 💅

If u guys dunno this is a um thing where I write silly things when I smoke

- these r a bit short sorry guys I cannot I cannot uhm function properly at the moment teehee

- also this isn’t rly aj x reader like it’s not romantic at all but idk idc

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Simon

- he is so confused with literally everything you are saying. “What is Among us??” He is so elderly that ur jokes could easily kill him.

- so, he does not like among us. He does not understand it at all.

- which you believe makes him ‘sus’, simon doesn’t understand that either. How does him not understanding something make him suspicious??

- he looks at you with concern and confusion everytime you say something weird, one time he heard you talking about a ‘skibbidi toilet’ and thought you wanted him to buy you one or smth

- he looked online. Almost died. He’s so fucking old, he didn’t understand none of it.

- has tried to take the internet away from you. In response, you get worse with it.

- “Simon, make me girl dinner.” ??? Simon is so confused “girl.. dinner? So like normal dinner??” You stress this man out. “No.”

Winter King

- he likes it, finds you to be quirky and interesting. Although, he still doesn’t understand you. But he’s supporting at least

- “girl dinner. Now.” You demand “coming right up!” And then he proceeds to not serve you girl dinner and you scoff at him.

- “what do you mean the dinner is sus??”

- I don’t think he likes among us. He doesn’t understand it. He knows you like it though, but he doesn’t agree with your choices.

- he tries to use your memes and phrases, gets them wrong every time. “It’s giving.” Winter king said as he passed you “giving what.”

- he doesn’t even know. You tell him.

[darnell-la]

𝗪𝗵𝘆? 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹

pairing: protective!rafe cameron x druggie!pogue!reaser

warning: drug abuse, alcohol abuse, drugged, assaults mentioned (not Rafe), hair pulling, slapping, mean pet names, etc.

note: we love a dark, mean, or overprotective Rafe Cameron, but author “S” decided to write a sweet Rafe towards a pogue.

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𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Being a Pogue isn’t easy. Most Kooks say they get off and get whatever they want because their island focuses more on the Pogues. That’s easy for someone to say who gets money consistently every week.

Y/n works at the golf bar, serving people who hate her. Most of the time, she doesn’t get a tip, but if she does, it’s a big amount for a group of kids who want to show how much they have versus her.

Being on the island is cruel, and the only thing y/n feels is worth her time, is sitting at the beach, getting high and drunk anytime she can.

“Just need a few grams pre-rolled,” y/n said as she walked through Barry’s trailer. “Gave you a lil extra since my last client pissed me off. Same price, don’t worry about the rest,” Barry said before hanging y/n a bag.

Y/n left Barry’s trailer and headed to work. Today was going to be a rough day. It was a Friday, and everyone came here towards the end of the day because of the weekend.

“Hey, y/n! — Could you handle that table over there?” Y/n’s boss asked, and before looking, she said “Yes,”. Anything he asked for, she’d do for the extra tips he usually gives her from the tip jar overnight.

“Hey, guys! I’ll be your waitress for the night. My name is y/n, and I’m here for whatever you need,” Y/n fumbled her notepad, a bit nervous to cover a huge table of teen boys who usually treat her bad.

“Didn’t know they had pretty Pogue’s,” a boy said. Y/n looked up, finally getting a better look at their faces. She knew them all from school. Some are in every class she takes.

“Oh shit, you’re that Pogue with all A’s. Hey, girl!” A dude said. You smiled with a nod, not really wanting to talk. “Let’s order,” a boy that she noticed right away. Rafe Cameron.

Everyone knows how he feels about Pogues. He fights them. Embarrassed them. Steals from them. She had to stay nice today before he made something up to get her fired. She didn’t know what he was capable of tonight.

“And make sure to do it snappy, dirty princess,” a boy said before y/n walked off with all of their orders. The comment didn’t bother her, since she’s heard worse.

“Isn’t she like top of the class?” Rafe randomly asked, interrupting his friend’s conversations. “Yeah, why?” Topper asked. “Why is she here? Workin’ as a waiter,” he asked, knowing these jobs are for the lowest.

“She’s still a Pogue. Heard they don’t cover her stay at the dorms, so she stays at her dump,” Kelce said, making the table laugh. Rafe chuckled but felt off doing so.

He saw her earlier today, leaving Barry’s trailer. He was curious if they were fucking, so he asked him when he came for his usual order. “I wish,” was Barry’s response.

If she was any other Pogue, he would’ve known they were there for drugs, but her? She didn’t seem like the type. Top of her class and knew what she was doing. Why was a girl like her drugging up?

Throughout the night, y/n was moving back and forth between tables. Luckily, more tables than usual tipped her.

She thought this was finally going to be a good night until the Rafe’s table got drunk. They began making noises, throwing shots at y/n every time she walked past or served them more drinks.

She didn’t notice, but Rafe was the only one who didn’t say anything. His friends tried to convince him, but he said he “wasn’t in the mood,”.

“Ayo!? — Where’s my beer?” A Timothy asked. Y/n quickly made his drink and ran over to serve. “Took you long enough. Might take a dollar or two off your tip,” he said as the table chuckled.

“I’m sorry, I was pretty busy-“ she tried explaining herself. “Doing what? Stealing. Oh, shit, people! Check your pockets!” He shouted, embarrassing her, but she tried her best not to show it.

“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” she said. Seconds later, the boy pulled y/n onto his lap. “Let’s hope not, or you’ll have to make up for it, hm?” He said. Y/n wanted to slap him, but she couldn’t. She’s never been in a position like this.

“Right, princess?” He asked in her ear as his hands traveled her body. “Y-Yes sir,” she stuttered as the table laughed but Rafe. “How about you take a break and stay here with us. Talk about yourself,” Kelce suggested.

“Yeah, do that,” Timothy focused on her curves as she shook in embarrassment and lack of comfort. “I-I wish, but I can’t. I have other tables,” she said, moving to leave, but Timothy tightened his grip on her.

“But Ian done with you yet,” he said. Of course, his friends found it funny. Y/n tried pushing his hands off of her respectfully and leaving, but he didn’t like that. “Kinda hot when a Pogue resists,” he said before sniffing and lightly kissing her neck.

Y/n yelled as she strongly pushed off of him. “C’mon, baby-“ he went to reach for her but she quickly gave him a punch to his face, causing him to fall out of his chair. He was drunk and it was unexpected.

“Hey!” His Friends said as they got up. Even Rafe. “The fuck is your problem!” Another friend yelled at her, pushing her to the ground roughly.

“Hey, hey! — What’s going on here?” Y/n’s boss asked as Y/n got up. “This Pogue punched me!” Timothy said. “What!? You fuckin’ touched me without permission!” Y/n yelled back.

“It was a joke you crazy bitch,” Timothy touched his lip, feeling an open cut. “I’m bleeding! Is this what you hire!?” He yelled, shocking the boss. “You basically sexually assaulted me!” Y/n yelled.

“Barley, you freak. Why would I want something like you? A fuckin’ Pogue!” He yelled, aching y/n’s stomach. How could someone do what he did, and then talk to you like you meant nothing.

“Y/n, go home,” her boss spoke. “But-“ she tried saying. “Go home! Take the rest of the week off,” he said. Kelce and some of the rest laughed, knowing that would fuck with her income. Getting paid all week wasn’t great for her.

Y/n stormed out of her job in anger, pissed off that the Kooks always get what they want. Her boss has cameras, and he didn’t think twice about looking. This was bullshit!

It’s been hours since y/n got home. She couldn’t help but drink and light a couple to ease her mind. She was overthinking and hurt. What if she lost her job? How could she possibly live decently?

On the other hand, Rafe got into a fight with Timothy after he brought up the fact he made sure to talk to her boss and tell him if she came back, he’d sue the place.

Rafe was disgusted. He started the whole situation and ended it like some bitch. Y/n had been nice to the table all night, and he repaid her like that? No. He didn’t like that one bit.

“How could you choose a Pogue over your homies!?” Timothy had yelled at him before Rafe left. Rafe didn’t know got to answer, but he knew this wasn’t right. Something in him saw the real struggle of a Pogue that he’d never paid attention to before.

It’s early in the morning. Y/n’s awake and Rafe is at her front door. He quickly knocked, needing to talk to her about last night.

Y/m groaned, hoping this wasn’t one of her friends. They know she’s unavailable before 12pm. “What!?” She dragged before opening the door to face with a Kook. A Kook at her door was new.

“What do you want?” She asked, slightly closing the door. She didn’t know what he was here for. “Are you seriously high? At this hour?” Rafe asked, feeling anger run through his body instantly.

“Why do you care? Not like you don’t snort white dust every night,” she said. “I’ve been clean. For 2 years,” she said with a straight face. Y/n felt horrible. Why would she bring someone else’s addictions up?

“I — I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ she tried apologizing. “It’s okay,” he genuinely said. “But what’s not okay, is you high at this time of day. That’s not good for you,” he said, making her roll her eyes. Who is he to tell her what she should do.

“What did you come here for?” She asked, not wanting to talk to Rafe Cameron about her drug life. What if he used it against her. “To apologize for my friend. Had to teach him a lesson last night,” y/n said, confused.

Rafe lifted his hands, causing y/n to flinch. She soon realized he was trying to show her his knuckles. He had to beat Timothy good.

“Oh my god, Rafe!” She said. “Nah uh — Why the fuck did you flinch?” Rafe asked, feeling so much confusion that was covering his anger. “I-I don’t know,” she said. “Does someone beat you or some shit?” He asked as he looked passed her for any signs of a partner.

“Were you beat?” He asked. “God, no, Rafe. I was just- I thought you were gonna hit me,” she said. “Why would I hit you!?” He slightly shouted. “I don’t know! Maybe because you fight JJ and John B any second you get!” Y/n yelled in his face.

Rafe wasn’t expecting this morning to go like this. He came to apologize. Hope he could learn more about her, but now he sees how she sees him. As another Timothy.

“Look, y/n — I’ve been done with that for years. Plus, I’ve never hit a woman in my life. I came here to have a decent conversation with you, that’s all,” Rafe spoke.

“Well, I’m not up for speaking. Needa figure out how to make money since I woke up to an email, firing me from my one and only job,” she said, slightly mad at him, but only because he’s a Kook.

“I can help you,” he said, making her scoff. “No — No way Ima let some Kook, better yet, Rafe Cameron help me get a job because he sees me as some weak girl,” she said, about to close her front door, but he pushed it open, all the way.

“Y/n, I’m trying to help you. Can you not see that?” He asked. “No, I can’t! All you do is lie and-“ she tried continuing. “That was years ago! Just because you haven’t changed, doesn’t mean I couldn’t!” He yelled in her face.

The two were silent. Y/n was silenced. He was right, and she knew that. Why is she blaming a random Kook for her lifestyle? She’s the one who uses up her money for drugs. Not him. Her.

“Bye, Rafe,” y/n said in a low soft voice as she closed her front door. Rafe’s mouth opened, but he didn’t know what to say. Why would he yell at her life that? He knows how he used to feel when people yelled at him and he was hooked on drugs.

Fast forward to the weekend. Y/n’s outside on some Kook’s house party patio, smoking a joint while she made conversation with Barry.

She hadn’t been to a Kook party in months, but now that she’s unemployed, she had time. Barry also offered her a free supply if she came tonight, so she did.

Dressed in a tight sundress she bought herself last year. She knew she looked good. She hated going to parties, and looking like a Pogue, even though people already knew who she was.

“Needa make my rounds. See ya inside?” Barry said before leaving her outside to smoke alone. Y/n took a drag of her joint before walking her head back. She felt great. Being broke was finally out of her mind.

“Unemployed princess is here? What a surprise. Haven’t seen you at one of these in a while,” Timothy spoke as he came from behind her. Her mood was instantly ruined.

“Could you like, piss off? You’ve done enough in my life,” y/n said, going to take another drag until one of his friends slapped it out of her hand.

“Hey!” She went to get up until Timothy pushed her back onto the couch. Hard. “Don’t get feisty. No one’s here to save your ass,” he said, pointing to the big crowd that wasn’t paying attention to them. He and she knew they wouldn’t help her. She’s a Pogue after all.

“Look — I just want to have a relaxing night. I’m sorry for slapping you-“ she said. “Punching,” Kelce interrupted. “Yeah — Punched, and that shit hurt,” Timothy said before grabbing a fist full of her hair.

“Have you ever been punched in the face, Pogue? Because I could show ya,” he said as y/n stayed still. What would she possibly do? His grip was hard. She felt pain through their whole scalp.

“But actually, — You’re too pretty, for that. Maybe apologize instead,” he suggested. “I-I’m sorry. I won’t do-“ she tried saying. “Nah uh — Not that kind of apology,” Timothy’s hand traced down to his crotch before he gripped it, giving her his idea.

His friends laughed as she looked at him in disgust and shock. Out here? In front of anyone? What kind of human is he?

“No way,” she said, moving to get up but he quickly slapped her across her face, causing her to fall onto the couch she was sitting on.

“Goddamn Pogue,” he spoke as he climbed into her, quickly tugging on her dress. Y/n screamed and kicked as his friends stood around, laughing and drinking at the sight of their friend trying to assault her once again.

Rafe had seen the scene a while ago. As soon as he saw the group walk up to her, he made his way towards them. He was sadly across the yard, talking to Topper, so he couldn’t stop the slap Timothy gave her.

He knew when he got over to them, he’d go off. How dare he mess with her after he told him not to last night.

“Piece of fucking shit,” Rafe said as he pulled the boy off of y/n and instantly threw a punch to his face. “Oh shit,” one of the boys shouted, making people look their way. Finally.

“What did I say?” Rafe asked before giving him a punch. “Told you to leave her alone, didn’t I, huh? Didn’t I!?” He punched again. “Told you what would happen if I caught you near her again, didn’t I?” Rafe kept lunching.

Y/n grabbed her bag and ran off, pushing through the group in embarrassment. The dress was ripped, and her bar was on display. Her tits even showed a bit. She had to get away.

The poor girl ran to the beach to get away from the human noises. She needed something to block out her thoughts. Their voices.

She thought the waves would help, but it didn’t. The waves were very loud, but the thoughts were louder. He was going to use her. He ripped at her clothes, and no one helped. People watched. Laughed. Talked. No one helped.

Y/n threw her bag to the ground and scattered through it, trying to find a blunt Barry he’d just given to her. She needed something. Badly.

She quickly grabbed one and lit it with a drag, rushing the smoke into her lungs until it burned. She coughed but felt better. She always does, until she doesn’t.

Y/n kept taking drags, noticing the taste was different, but who cares. As long as this shit gets her what she needs.

“Y/n!?” Rafe yelled out as he ran the way she ran. After he was done with Timothy, he told Topper who ran over to the scene, to call the cops on him. He needed to be thrown away for what he did to y/n.

“Y/n!?” Rafe basically screamed, needing to know where she was. Why did she run this way? Towards the water? At night? That’s dangerous. What if she somehow got in the water and drowned? He needed to find her.

“Y/n!” He continued yelling by/n could hear him, but her kind was so where else. His voice and the waves were going through her kind like crazy, but she curled up and ignored them.

He blunt, lighter, and bag laid next to her curled body. She felt different. She felt like everything was attacking her at once. She could feel his hands on her and people encouraging his actions.

“Why the hell y/n,” Rafe ran across the girl and dropped to his knees. “Y/n - Y/n!” He pulled her to sit on her up to sit. Her eyes were closed and she shook her head.

“D-Don’t — Please! I-I’ll do better!” She cried out. “Oh my god,” Rafe looked at her, feeling pain in his heart. She was beyond fucked in the head. He remembers how it felt.

“We gotta get you out of here,” Rafe said as he put out her blunt and then put it and the lighter in her bag. He threw the bag over his shoulders and tightened the straps before throwing y/n over his own shoulder. It took a lot, but he got it done.

“S-Sorry, sorry! — I’m so sorry!” She cried out. Rafe’s eyes filled with tears. What is she thinking right now? Does she think he’ll hurt her? He hated the thought of that. He’d never do that.

On the way to Rafe’s dorm, y/n was knocked out. He watched her all night, and she didn’t drink or smoke enough to be like this.

Rafe searched through her bag after he parked, to take a look at her blunt he saw Barry give her. He never trusted Barry, and he was right not to.

He could see the mixture of hashish and some Xani bars crushed into her roll-up. “He’s so fuckin’ dead,” Rafe said to himself. He’ll be sending the cops after him too.

Y/n is now in Rafe’s bed, sound asleep. He changed her into his T-shirt and shorts so she’d be comfortable. He didn’t want her waking up in the dress some Kook ripped at.

Y/n woke up later the next day. Her mind was fuzzy, but she felt fine. She felt like she’s gotten the best sleep she’s ever had.

The girl went to go back to sleep until she remembered she never made it back to her bed. Whose bed is she in?

Y/n slowly turned around in the bed, noticing someone was next to her. When she finally saw the man, her heart dropped. What did she do?

“Rafe,” y/n said as her heart began to pound. She didn’t know what she was feeling, but her body did. She was stunned.

Rafe groaned as he turned towards y/n. His eyes were closed because he was still in his sleep. “Fuck,” she said low, trying to think of what she should do. She can’t wake up and have a normal conversation with Rafe. In Rafe bed. In Rafe Cameron’s fucking bed.

Y/n took her time but managed to get out of bed without waking him up. That’s when she noticed she had his clothes on. God, this isn’t looking good for her.

Y/n slowly tipped-toed to Rafe’s room door, pulling in the handle but it wouldn’t open. She pulled hard and noticed a keyhole. With a missing key. Did he lock the door?

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Rafe spoke, making y/n jump. “Fuck, I — Hey! Hey,” she said, pushing her body up against his door. She was in his dorm. This day was getting worse by the second.

“Why don’t you come back over here and lay down. Was a long night last night,” he said. Y/n tried thinking of the night, but nothing was clicking. Not one thing until her eyes landed on her dress on his desk.

Her ripped dress. The dress that Timothy ripped when he tried groping her last night. The dress people watch gets tugged on while they watch.

“O-Oh my god, her heart skipped a breath as she spoke. Y/n placed her hand on her chest, trying to calm herself down. Rafe noticed and quickly got up and ran towards her.

“Nah uh, c’mere,” Rafe slowly walked y/n to his bed until she was sat. “Don’t stress — Nothing happened. I finished the job. You won’t ever have to worry about him again,” Rafe said, trying to calm her down.

“B-But-“ she tried saying. “Nah uh, no buts. I got it. I got you. You’re safe and sound. I won’t ever let him or anyone hurt you again,” he said. “Including yourself, so we’re gonna have to figure out this drinking and smoking problem,” he said as she looked at him.

“Yep, and it’s gonna be easy. You have me and-“ she went to say. “T-That’s not possible. Rehab costs money and — And I’m broke,” she said as tears streamed down her face. So much hit her head.

“Hey — Baby. I’ve got you, I said. I’m gonna pay for you, and you’re gonna get clean in no time,” Rafe said, but y/n’s mind stopped at the name he called her. Baby?

“Baby?” She asked. “Yes, a-and I know that confuses you. Fuck — It confused me, but I can’t just watch you ruing yourself. I refuse,” he said like he’s been her friend for years.

“B-But I need it,” she said low. “Why? You’re too beautiful for that shit. You can’t just up and smoke and drink your life away. You’re smart and the best out of all of us in school,” Rafe said.

“Yet, I’m broke. Have no family. Barely any friends. I have no one,” her head lowered. “That’s not true,” he lifted her head slow and softly. “You’ve got me. And I promise, I’m not talking out of my ass. On my father, I’m not,” he said.

Everyone knows Rafe Cameron wants to impress his father, Ward Cameron, so his saying that, was slightly believed y/n. But words need action, and she doesn’t know how those actions can happen in her life. Who would up and help a Pogue?

“Gonna get you clean, get to know you, change the way you see the world. You can change the way people see Pogue’s, y/n. You changed me. And that was without a word being spoken to me,” he placed both of his hands on either side of her cheeks.

“You’re so special, y/n. I’ve always seen it, but never sat and thought about it. I was stupid. Shit, I still and for keeping that motherfucker alive, but don’t worry. I’ll do whatever you need. You need this, y/n. You deserve a better life,” Rafe added.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds without saying a word. Y/n ended up pulling safe into a hug. A hug, thanking him for speaking to her like she meant something.