#gonna have to bear with me on some of this okay

[relia-robot-writes]

I am the Princess in the Tower.

You know, people hear that, and they say, "Oh, that poor Princess, she must be so lonesome up there. Some cruel fate must have befallen her, to be trapped so."

It's true, to a certain extent. I am lonesome. There's no shortage of princes and princesses - I have to wonder where they all come from - who come to try to rescue me from my captivity. None of them ever get particularly close, of course. The Tower is surrounded by a dark and tangled wood, monsters of flesh and stone stalk the grounds, invisible barriers and devious traps block all entry, and even if they got to the base of the Tower, they'd have to figure out how to climb up a sheer, frictionless vertical surface while automatically triggered fireballs rained down upon them... it's pretty well defended, is what I'm trying to say. Every single one of them gets sent packing, cursing the wizard who built the Tower and imprisoned me.

Which is, you know, pretty funny, when you get right down to it.

I mean, it's only natural to assume that, right? Wizards are mysterious, they pop in and out all the time. If one decides to suddenly vanish one day, well, he's probably just off calculating the angles of reality, or whatever, he'll be back. And if a girl appears in his Tower, well, of course he kidnapped a Princess for his own unfathomable wizard purposes.

It hardly matters that there aren't any kingdoms missing a Princess.

I don't correct them, anyway. It's safer for me if nobody knows who I am, or how I've changed. Safety was, after all, why I built the Tower in the first place. You think wizards do this for fun? Out in the middle of nowhere, forced to conjure food and water? Having to walk up and down twenty flights of stairs if I feel like going outside?

Wizards build towers when they are scared shitless.

See, I cast this divination spell when I was an apprentice, and I fucked it up. It constantly shows me visions of my own doom...

Not buying it?

Well, there was this devil, see, and I tricked him into thinking I'd signed my soul away, so now he stalks me forever, seeking vengeance through the very shadows themselves...

No good?

Well, I was cursed as a wee babe, and now all the world is my enemy, from the mightiest warrior to the softest blade of grass, and each one thirsts for my blood!

...I would have died to that one, like, immediately, huh.

Okay. Fine. I'm just... a coward. I built my Tower as far away from everything and everyone that could possibly do me harm as I could. I studied magic because it felt like the best way to avoid any and all hard work, conflict, and danger. I held off on telling anyone anything about who I truly was or what I wanted until I felt I could be absolutely safe.

And still, with "rescuers" at my door just waiting for my hand, I can't bear to look at them. The idea of one even getting close enough to attempt to climb the Tower (it's happened more than once) is terrifying. I could ask them to stop, but who would believe me? "Yes, I, the Princess in the Tower, am totes fine, please go away forever thanks, I am not an evil wizard." That'd go over well.

There's another princess that just made her way through the Woods and slayed one of my constructs. She'll be at the Tower base soon. She's got really pretty hair

I wish

I hope that you

Please don't

I'm writing this down here, and then I'm gonna go hide. If you're reading this,

The blue-armored princess flipped the paper over to the other side. It was blank. Her hair smoldered from the fireball she'd almost dodged, and she drummed her fingers on the hilt of her blade as she reread the first side. Aside from the paper, the room - and, indeed, the entire interior of the Tower - seemed completely empty.

[ratticus-writes]

1 Californian Upstart

After weeks of waiting for the rest of his belongs to arrive, Macho had finally gotten to sleep in his now fully furnished bedroom. It wasn’t quite as big as his room in his parent’s house, but it was enough for him to start with.

Especially since his Dad was paying his rent while Macho still worked on getting the boxing thing set up. His parents were a bit unsure of him moving to the other side of the country, but he assured them that he was dead set on becoming a WVBA Boxer.

Waking up at 7:15am with a groggy yawn and stretch, Macho got out of bed to start his day. First getting dressed in his running gear: Teal scrunchie, teal socks, black and white tennis shoes, black polyester shorts that go to his knees, and a teal graphic t-shirt of a golden retriever wearing sunglasses on a surf board. Then grabbing his sunglasses, black crossbody bag, turquoise bifold wallet with yellow hibiscus print, Motorola Razr V3. Gold, and his keys. He heads out, making sure to lock the door behind him.

During the weeks he was waiting for his stuff to arrive, Macho had managed to structure a routine for himself.

Get breakfast from the cute bakery down the road, jog to the WVBA sponsored gym (unless the sidewalk is too crowded), train for a couple hours with couch, get lunch, train some more, jog home if he can, heat up dinner, shower, relax, and then go to bed.

Of course that was the consistent stuff he'd kept up with, anything in-between ranged from exploring Queens to being aloud to pet a stranger's dog. Today that inconstant variable was getting registered as a WVBA contender after lunch! He asked one of the instructors at the gym about it the other day, and they told him the process was simple.

Get a form from the WVBA lobby, fill it out at home, put it in a file or envelope with two copies of your passport photo and the money for the fee, bring it back to the lobby, give it to the receptionist to send it to a promotor, and then wait for a call about your contender status.

However Macho did not have the patience to wait till lunch to get the form. He knew that he wouldn't be able to focus on training until he had the registration form filled out and submitted. Instead of waiting for lunch, he briskly walked to the WVBA building while eating a breakfast sandwich wrapped in a decorative wax coated tissue paper.

He ended up finishing that along with a latte from a locally owned coffee shop WAY before he got within 3 blocks of the building. In his excitement he failed to realize how far the building actually was from his apartment. At least he'd have cardio covered for today!

_____

Walking into the front of the WVBA building, Macho couldn’t help but be a bit giddy at the site of it. The lobby was spacious with cobalt blue painted walls and grass green carpeting, though the egg shell colored marble pillars were an odd choice. Quickly collecting himself, he continued his way to the wooden receptionist desk.

The receptionist that sat at said desk had reddish brown hair tied in a tight bun with a black scrunchie. She wore circular glasses, a cream colored blouse, a dark blue blazer, and a name tag on her blazer that said Sheryl. She looked up from the magazine she was reading and made direct eye contact with Macho. She spoke in a rehearsed tone and notably Jersey accent, “Hi, welcome to the World Video Boxing Association: World Circuit lobby. How can I be of assistance?”

“I’m here to register as a competitor for the WVBA”, Macho said with as much confidence as he could muster. Sheryl looked at him, then down at his shirt, and then back at him for a few seconds before asking, “Is this your first time registering as a WVBA Contender?” “Yeah,” Macho responded. “Alright. So you’re actually going to go over to the WVBA: Minor Circuit Lobby to fill out your registration as a rookie,” Sheryl corrected.

Macho felt a sense of dread well up in his chest, “Oh um, sorry,” was all he could say. Sheryl waved her hand in a shooing motion while saying, “Oh don’t sweat it kid, happens All the time. Just go back out the doors you came in, turn right, keep going forward till you get to the crosswalk, take another right, and keep going forward till you see then busted ‘pen’ sign in the window on your right.”

Macho nodded, “Oh. okay, thanks”. She gave a nod and he turned around to head for the doors, really hoping it wasn’t too obvious he was nervous. When he got out the doors he stealthily looked at his hands and made two L’s before heading right.

He kept repeating the directions in his head until he got to the ‘pen’ sign in the window. The ‘O’ in open was out so the sign just said “PEN”. He gingerly opened one of the double doors and made his way in to the lobby.

Not only was the door frame a bit short for him, but the whole lobby was tiny compared to the World Circuit lobby. The walls were a brownish tan with burnt umber accents, and the carpeting was dark brown. The receptionist at the desk was a scrawny guy with messy short brown hair. He was wearing an off white tee shirt, brown vest, and a name tag that said Dillion on it. He was starring at the wall with a bored expression. Even when Macho was right up at the desk, the guy didn’t seem to notice him.

The silence in the small space was kinda awkward, but it was just what he needed to calm down from going to the wrong lobby. With a quiet breath Macho nonchalantly asked, “Yo dude, which lobby is this?” The receptionist jerked at the sound of another person’s voice, and stared wide eyed at Macho. He blinked a few times before he finally processed the question and answering in a squeaky voice, “Oh. It’s the Minor Circuit lobby.”

“Rad. I’m here to register as a contestant,” Macho responds. Dillion nods his head while pressing his lips into a thin lined awkward smile, just staring.

After an awkward silence Macho asks,“…So do you work here?” This question causes Dillion to jerk again and say, “Oh yeah, sorry! Let me get the form for you,” as he starts rummaging through the desk drawers. A moment later, he hands Macho a form that says New York Department of Licensing & Regulation in bold print along with several boxes for Macho to write his information in.

“It’s recommended you fill the form out at home to make sure you have all the correct legal documents and cash… Also the manager that actually has the authority to process your form isn’t here yet. She should be in later-,” Dillion noted now looking down at Macho's shirt with wide eyes and stifled smile forming on his face.

"Right on! Guess I'll be back. Later dude," Macho said turning away without processing Dillions change in demeanor. Though he did hear what sounded like a sneeze or muffled laughter as the lobby door closed behind him. He assumed it was the former since he didn't know what would have made the guy laugh all of the sudden.

_____

Back at his apartment, Macho quickly gathered everything he needed for the registration form. He sits down at his 'dining room' fold out table and arranges his documents neatly. Thoroughly he fills in each box and reads the fine print, only taking a bit more time on two of the boxes.

The first box he stops at is the one labeled 'Ring Name'. He could just put Macho Man. That was the nickname he got in high school. Guys and girls alike used to call him that, and he really liked the name. It sounded cool, and he figured he got the name for being tall and handsome or something. Turned out that most kids called him that ironically. According to one of his actual friends, his reputation was "being the weird guy that won't shut up about fighting movies".

Even now he found that title irritating because it wasn't just any fighting movies he liked. It was Specifically BOXING MOVIE-...

He considered just using his real name, but Brandon was just too normal for the WVBA. Not really any interesting word play or fun puns with Brandon. Nah, not at all...After several minutes he decided that adding the word 'Super' in front of 'Macho Man' didn't sound too bad.

The second box he stopped at for more than thirty seconds, was because of a similar feeling of resentment. It didn't take him as long to figure out his answer for it, he just needed a moment to swallow his pride. With a roll of his eyes and a sigh, he writes 'cleft chin' in the box labeled 'distinguishing characteristics'.

[bitchthefuck1]

you know what, I actually will talk about this because it's bothering me. The issue with focussing so heavily on syd and carmy's potential for a romantic relationship isn't that there's something inherently unintellectual about romance or whatever, it's that a lot of people seem incapable of doing that without immediately flattening the story and ignoring or intentionally misreading any and all nuance for the sake of that romance. Every scene suddenly becomes about how it impacts their relationship, every analysis is done through a romantic lens, every frame or line of dialogue becomes about finding some easter egg or hint that "proves" these people should start dating. Their dynamic is absolutely a fundamental part of this show, but if you can only see it as a will-they-won't-they, you miss so much of what the story is actually trying to say with these two.

There are good versions of this story where their relationship is romantic and there are good versions of this story where it isn't, but as soon as you decide them being together is "the point," you lose the ability to actually judge the story for what it is, not what you want it to be.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

tomorrow is my first day back to work and I'm a lil nervous

I haven't been able to get anything written for here bc I've been trying to get a couple other things written (updating my Bill Cipher redemption fic and starting a Gyutaro x reader x Daki because I make poor life choices)

but I'm on light duty for a month, basically just sitting at the register checking people out, unable to do any stocking or anything bc I'm not allowed to lift anything over 15 pounds so I can't lift totes, bend much, or reach much, so I'm allowed to bring something to do in between customers... maybe I'll get some writing done? I feel as if I'll be slacking off bc that's how my brain works

but you know what, I kill myself for that store normally, I don't work full time simply because I can't afford medical insurance if I did, but even working only part time I give my all while I'm there, I'm not someone who slacks off. so if I'm healthfully and approvedly permitted to slack off and take it easy for a month, I guess I'll take it (... plus, I mean, I'll still be working, just light duty, it's not like I'll show up and get paid to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, I'm still gonna be ringing out customers)

ANYWAY MY POINT IS-

get those last requests in! after I get home from work tomorrow, I'll be closing the askbox and won't open it back up till this batch is finished and I swear I mean that this time 😂

[introspectivememories]

More about your last post I wanna know on how everyone reacts to eachother like imagine your friend finally is out of a pain cult that you had to sit around and watch as it literally ruins them but they had to be sacrifice and your local hero’s had to step to help them and then all of sudden when you go to the hospital you see TIM DRAKE straggling to fill out the most simplest questions

“TIM DRAKE!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???”

“…what’s his blood type?”

AKSDHJSKAHDHAS I FUCKING LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY FICS

okay so! some background information, it is my personal hc that bear fell into the cult, senior year of high school. so when tim rescues, he's been in there for like 5 years. it just doesn't make sense to me otherwise? like they chose him for the sacrifice. it wasn't like "oh he's convenient. might as well use him." they specifically interrupted his date-but-not-really-a-date with tim to get to him. like they thought he would be a worthy sacrifice to bring down the attention of dionysus. like he had to have been their most devoted member or something.

the gang meets him in their freshman year of college where mori, jam, and bear all end up getting an apartment together bc the landlord leased it out to three different people and they all responded. dija and chinna are their next door neighbors. anyway, they all become friends bc they all go to gotham u together.

i think mori and jam always knew there was smth wrong with bear. he's always kinda lost in his head, he disappears at odd hours of the day, when he talks to you he never directly stares at you but to the side of you like there's someone there. and as they grow closer, obviously the truth comes out near the end of freshman year.

and as college goes on, everyone learns his backstory and his sordid history with tim. needless to say, bear is like your dad who drops absolutely horrifying Dad Lore at random times and the gang is left to red-string-cork-board it together. they could be at a cafe near uni and bear randomly would be like "i tried to give my dead best friend chest compressions for like 30 minutes bc i refused to believe she was dead." cue the gang going, ".... do you, maybe, wanna unpack that?" / "no." / "oh. ok"

background info out of the way, the gang despises tim drake. how could they not? when they see the way bear has deteriorated after junior year? when they stumble across a photo of the grieves trio and wonder where that bright smile of bear's had gone? how could they not, when all of them have had to talk bear out of a hallucination? how could they not when bear comes back each night with more and more scars? when they've all walked in on him bleeding out? when all bear talks about is being chosen? when it's starting to look like this cult is going to take their friend from them?

and then, 4 years after they met bear, they get a call from hospital telling them that their brother is in the icu. and when they finally arrive at the hospital, tim drake is sitting in the waiting room, struggling to fill out basic information about his so-called "best friend".

fuck tim drake.

[q-starhalo]

Being a qsmp fan and a mainly Strawberry Shortcake and Care Bears fan (but cartoon fan in general) is all fun and games until you're suddenly comparing the episode where Grumpy turns into "Mr. Happy Face" (in the newer series) to the Happy Pills arc...............

[moonchild-in-blue]

Don't mind me, I'm just gonna rb my countries' (yes plural) Miku because this is awesome.

2 multi-ethnic queens 🇵🇹 🇧🇷 🇲🇿 🇨🇻 🇵🇰 🇮🇳

[cutearose]

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[toytulini]

hit tag limit on the last post cos i started talking about roller coasters again 😔

[nagy-bari]

again.

The kitchen, place to all if only ever exchange between them is once again faded into a soft light form the outside lamp and the overall quiet of the rest of the house. Most are asleep, as usual. The little table holds a shadowbound figure of an extremely tired woman absentmindedly swirling wine in her glass and lost in focus to the matte dull grayness around her. 

Vlad curses when he spots her sitting there while he reaches for his own cup of questionable amount of coffee. 

- Fo fuck you have to be like this. - she doesn’t stir from her slow movements and he mumbled it so maybe, he could just ignore it and leave. But that’s never the case. They have a routine, a bite and fight, a curse and tear and so on and so... He does a quick mental check up of the millions of ‘why’s for this night and realizes the date. june 4th. the agreement of Trianon.

Years ago she was livid this time around. Spit hellfire and venom even so much as seeing him, curse and throw stuff at him and scream, screech, shriek until her voice was gone. Not just at him if he was honest, at Francis, at Arthur, at Roderich, at Irina, at Jakub, at Drazen, at Ludwig, at anyone daring to even try and talk to her. Not that anyone was really understanding. Not that they really cared. She had a habit of being melodramatic and selfish and oh-so-better-than-thou.

And it was about a 100 years deal, life was moving on who cared anymore, they just wished she would shut up and care about her absolutely shitty reality in silence or far from them. She was loud and annoying all year around but this date brought out the never forgiving fury and it was just so over the top and needless everyone agreed to the silent treatment. Everyone who could stop the impulse or centuries old habit to just try to kick her a bit while down. Even if that meant that she would bounce up, with renewed anger and wrath and just storm it all to that one unlucky devil (him. some habits are hard to break)

Now the figure before his quick adjusting eyes is nowhere near close to the fire-breathing fury of horrid memories. Just an oh-so tired, oh so fed up but oh so out of it wreck of a human it was strange. It was also the moment Vlad realized it’s the first time he saw her today and it was nearing midnight.

She finally looks up at him when he steps into her little bubble to send a pointed look to the near empty wine bottle, then to her almost empty glass. She blinks slowly, still out of it, then a long second later huffs.

- Of fucking course it’s you. - she closes her eyes. - Leave. i don’t have time for this. 

- For what? - he finds himself curling his lips to the usual bitchy smirk without the mirth as he stands his ground.

- Whatever dishing out you have for me. Just... leave me be.

- You know fucking well you could hold your pity party in the godforsaken hole of your room. But you are here rotting my evening air so no, i’m not gonna just leave you be.

for a moment her eyes light up with the old fire of a hellstorm but she sighs it away.

- I’m meeting someone here today. so fuck off.

he pins his pointed look at the glass and snarks.

- Liver failure i assume.

- Yeah so scatter. you’re delaying them.

He sits down across her as close as uncomfortably possible shit eating grin plastered across his face trying to invade her bubble even more.

- Oh honey if you wanted to silently poison yourself you could have always asked. I have a whole collection just for you, labeled and sorted for all occasion. 

-  Like i need your help with that. Your face is enough.

Her bites are way too weak for their usual little spars and he hates these moments and hates these days when she’s so down that it’s not fun anymore. He blames years and years of living with Gyula for this. His mismatched backwards family ties rubbed off of him all the wrong way. (he never wants to humor the thought that their routine being off is the main urge for him to help cause that would imply dependency and fuck anyone trying to tell him he cares. not for this bitch)

- The day’s almost over and you did not even once throw anything at me.

- Sharp as always.

the silence is uncomfortable. it always is. she searches for something in her pockets then fumbles with her lighter. Her first drag of nicotine hits him harder than a nightmare.

- Are you planning on blowing up this building? This why you are so out of it? You finally snapped? - he laughs but not sure how much is a joke on his behalf. He will always see the worst in her and frankly it would be on brand to take out everyone in one swift...

- Would be pity for the furniture. Half of the main halls’ and the common room’s is mine. 

- As if anyone’s keeping track of these stuff. - she shrugs, lit cigarette hanging off her mouth lighting up half her face and her hand around the glass.

- Wouldn’t hurt what’s mine.

- Oh really. - long strange silence again. the smoke makes it less uncomfortable and he’s irked by it. Curse the familiarity of bad habits. - So, what’s eating you here in the middle of the night?

- Memories.

- Ahh, the unjust world where only you get to suffer like noone else?

- You’ve had your fare share of revolutions right?

the smirk freezes in spot. Her topic and casual tone frightens him more than her anger ever would.

- Yeah, what of it.

- Ever wonder if those who died in them were the lucky ones? They don’t have to move on and try to make things right slowly, or clean up their bodies or bury them...

- If i remember right today was a treaty not a revolution.

- Hah, you care - her snort is empty and hollow of humor and it gives him goosebumps cause no, he will never. - yeah. but it started so many personal revolutions. against you, against Roderich or Jakub or Drazen... silent personal wars against a life they did not choose but was forced on them, against governments that treated them like the worst of the worst, beating them into line...

- Oh look who’s talking. As if you did not do the same to anyone inside your hellhole.

- We DID NOT DRAW those borders. -she snaps and it’s familiar, it’s good, he can work with this, he knows this. but she’s out of it in a snap and he hates it. - Neither did i, nor did you. It was them - and she spits the words with hatred and oh so much hurt he almost- but you decided to be oh so fucking diligent in being a strict new owner like they gave you some fucking award for it.

- Don’t give me the moral bullshit, when you were selling out your own people just about a decade later for the fucking nazis! Nobody forced you to do THAT but you were jumping in on the torture like it was your salvation! For fuck’s sake listen to yourself! - he was screaming now and he hated her for that, he hated how he lost his cool in an instant when cruelty was the accusation aimed at him, when he was sitting across one of the most horrifying depraved historical wreck in his lifetime. And he hated how he couldn’t stop - And for fuck sake today wasn’t even about that, it’s supposed to be your pity party about losing family or some shit, why the fuck are you on about revolutions and sacrifices. - he was so confused and she looked so empty and he just hated the moment he decided to get a cup of coffee this evening.

- I know...i know. But you know what scares me? - she looks at him and god her eyes will eat him up alive, she’s so gone. she whispers - I don’t care anymore. Most who live and care are old, mess up the times, confuse 20 and 56 and 98 and those who are young can’t see what to remember, whom to cry for if to cry at all and they are angry oh so angry cause their present is shitty and their future looks stolen, stolen by those who should be the ones leading them and they have to pay respect to historical events nobody understands or learns from and they are told to cry but why, oh why would you cry when the tears are for only those who are innocent and i was never innocent and neither were you but it should not be their problem, their sin and they are just angry-

her voice broke as she ran out of air and he stares like she’s a madman (she is) and someone talking about the secrets never told (she is) and he fears for his life and thanks the heavens to be different, to not be her but he remembers the cost it had, the blood it took and he hates how he cannot look away from her eyes, the madness and the anger. so he lets her hold his hands, grab them as a lifeline and lets her ramble on and on about her todays, her battles that keep her up and numb, her young out on the street crying out for better education, for teachers and respect, her elderly not knowing what freedom of choice means, her middle conflicted and angry at the never ending exploitation and lies and tired oh so tired to work without compensation and... he’s frozen in place, listens cause he cannot let go of her hands, her grip is icy dead like a corpse frozen into a deadlock and he hates it, hates how it makes him speechless and glues him into place. She spits out her venom aimed at herself and it burns more than ever and he has to remind himself not to care, not to take  anything to heart cause it’s not his job, he cannot and will not help.

- It’s about loosing family, being cut off one day by a border yeah, but today it’s about loosing family by being cut of by common fucking sense, by personal fears and hurt, by not seeing eye to eye with your family cause they believe some fucking power hungry liar of a politician the hundred times and loosing them to some national-washed fucking program preparing your house to be sold out to some neo-liberal, neo-capitalist idea and everyone is so done and fed up they don’t even remember anything anymore cause why would you when there are no consequences, nothing at all and you loose family and you loose focus and you loose your will to fight on, cause there’s nothing to fight anymore...

She trails off and it feels like it’s over cause her deathgrip’s gone, her hands are gone and he’s still sitting there looking at her in silence. He has nothing to offer.

- You know the funny thing is how the Pope basically told us to stop fighting years ago? And now told us how sad it is to see so many closed doors. but i don’t fucking know how to open up when i know even if i do all i get is silence and empty stares. - she snarks again and takes a drag of her burnt out cigarette, angrilly searching for another one. - I know he’s right. - she speaks with the chunk between her teeth, frantically checking her pockets. - And i wanted to tell him how much he’s asking. Cause ain’t no way people will open up if i do. - the second cigarette joins between her teeth and she fumbles with the lighter. He cannot turn away just stares. Cigarette finally lit she takes both and blows the smoke slowly out through her nose. - I’m far too gone to be a team player again. Even if i wanted some ridiculous higher ups decide to play solo in the union. veto everthing for the sake of veto. I’m screwed.

- Yeah. you are. - he finally finds his voice and he blames the smoke for the softness in it.

- Thanks. - it’s empty, no venom in her words and it’s strange. - At least i know reality from nightmare.

- What’s your nightmare? - the question slips out and he knows he’s just overwhelmed by her trauma dumping and rambling, that’s why he asked.

- That nothing will change. Not until Ivan barges in again. And then still nothing. That this godforsaken state will remain for decades to come and people will just roll over as the politicians ask. That the kids will give up. That the teachers will give up. That only those remain who are okay with being rolled over and walked on. - her voice is barely a whisper and she’s not looking at him and he misses her frantic eyes cause this is too much, too honest, too personal, they were never like this (they were always like this) and he doesn’t want to help (he wants his normal back) but he has nothing to offer either (he wants this to stop, this night to end)

- You lost your edge.

- Yeah... - she ups her glass but it’s empty, her bottle is empty so she sighs. - can’t even get blackout dunk anymore to at least forget some of these.

- The poison offer still stands you know.

- Careful, i might take you up on that.

- Have the money for it?

- Where’s the personalized organized section for all occasion?

- I’ve never said it’s for free. 

- Leach.

- Moody bitch.

She snorts again, but it’s more to a chuckle and it’s like a mountain was lifted off of him but it’s scary.

- Thanks. You’re still the best verbal punching bag besides Jakub.

- Watching you having a mental breakdown every time is like a free cheap horror movie.

- Even more thanks then to sit it through. - there’s honesty in her voice and he wants to choke on it so he laughs, sharp and mean.

- Gotta watch the train wreck.

- Glad to be an entertainment. - she smiles, hollow and oh so mad and raises her glass to him two burnt cigarette but in it one still smoking a bit.

[junewild]

legit awed by how willing my doctor was to throw a $5000 anti-migraine shot at me, although she’s only prescribed it a couple times before, based purely on me saying “yeah i have awful migraines all the time & the sumatriptan is working super well but i’m going thru my whole prescription every month & i’m worried about developing a tolerance”

[faithfromanewperspective]

do you ever just catch a Vibe that resonates as a pdaer and just. think

[fushitoru]

back to the kittty, cause she's kinda pretty!

pairings ⸺ (SEPERATE) bf!sukuna x reader x toji, masseuse!nanami x reader, bully!suguru x reader, childhood best friend!choso x reader, best friend!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ jjk men as overused p0rn tropes! (part 2) inspired by this awesome post by the cool and super talented @/osamucide! pls check it out and the rest of his work :3

warnings ⸺ SMUT (mdni), sub!satoru supermacy, porn no plot, vaginal sex, doggy, fem reader, "sloppy seconds," pre-established consent for all, reader accidently eats an aphrosidiac for choso's, bullying in suguru's, oral (m and frecieving), fingering, semi-public humiliation, lowk pathetic toji, art by 3aem, nOT EDITED

a/n choso's is my favorite yet again i love a pathetic man that rails me into next tuesday <3

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KAMO CHOSO ⸺ MY HOT CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND ATE SOME WEIRD CHOCOLATE AND WANTS ME TO DICK HER DOWN!

Your best friend, Choso, was lounging on his couch, flipping through different movie options on Netflix while you were in the kitchen, bending and squinting through the different options. It’s a Friday night, and the both of you opted to stay in for movie night.

“Choso!” You complained, huffing while putting your hands on your hips to shout at him in the living room. “Why do you only have fuckin protein shakes and raw chicken in your fridge?”

All you get is a noncommittal shrug while he pauses on the preview for some shonen anime. “There should be some chocolate.”

Gasping in excitement, you go back to rummaging through his fridge like a raccoon and there you find it—-a pink chocolate box titled “tabs.” Smiling to yourself in excitement, you don’t hesitate before popping on of the bars in your mouth, appreciating the cherry flavor while grabbing another one. With your mouth full, you ask, “Do you want one? These are sooo good, where'd you buy them?”

“Nah, I’m good. Just come over here, you’ve been taking too long.” He sends you a glare and motions for you to sit next to him, to which you set the chocolate back in the fridge and pad your way over to him. “I think Sukuna bought these off the internet and that they were kinda bougie.”

You look at him, slightly alarmed. “Isn’t he going to kill you?”

He looks over at you—a little softly, you note—and ruffles your hair, to your dismay. “It’s okay, I’ll buy it again for him. Gonna blame your big back ass for it being gone.”

“Die.” You stick your tongue out, crossing your arms while settling into his side. 

Choso noted that you were being a bit more cuddly than usual, touching him more as soon as you got onto the couch. He decides to ignore it. “Ok, we’re going with Spider-man, k?”

You nodded into his side—he could tell you were flushed by the way you had continued to grow warmer and warmer, with beads of sweat dotting your temple. He paid it no mind, choosing instead to click on the movie and watch it play.

You were heating up. 

You tried to ignore it, because you hadn’t felt feverish before or done anything in particular to cause you to be sick (your coffee and ramen diet had been fixed after midterms season after Choso got on your ass about it). But about 25 minutes into the movie, you couldn’t bear it anymore, your vision blurring at the edges as you mumbled, “‘ts too hot. Gonna take off my shirt.”

Choso, who had been focused on the movie, tensed and looked at you, eyes slightly widened. “Wh—” Before he could even get a word out, you stood up—eyes slightly unfocused—arching your back while grabbing the bottom hem of your t-shirt and peeling it off, causing Choso to gulp as you uncovered the swell of your breasts in your red lace bra. You went back to borrowing yourself on his side, the softness of your boobs pressing against his arm. 

Choso closed his eyes because there was nooo way he was popping a boner for his best friend. No way. As both of your eyes went back to the movie, Choso focused on reciting the Japanese National Anthem to distract himself from the soft breaths you were letting out near his ears—and the way they tickled them—as well as the rise and press of your chest against his arms as you heaved. 

You, on the other hand, did not feel relieved. At all. There was a stickiness in between your thighs that made you think your period had started, but it had ended a week ago. You were probably just ovulating. Cuddling into Choso further, you put your legs on either side of his torso, burying your face into his neck and taking a deep sniff. At this point, you ignore the movie as you tried the soothe the heat that was going through you.

“What are you doing?” Choso was ram–rod straight and turned to peer down at you incredulously while reciting in his brain, until the tiny pebbles, grow into massive boulders. 

You continued your whiffing—-he just smelled sooo good—and sobbed, “I don’t know, but it hurts.” At this point, the feeling between your thighs was unbearable. You started to subtly grind on the side of his torso, much to Choso’s surprise. “‘M sick, Cho, but I’ve been eating healthy! I promise!” you whined. “Except for the chocolate right now. It hurts!”

At that moment, he knew he fucked up.

These were the tabs chocolates Sukuna was buying for his girlfriend. The ones viral on social media for serving as aphrodisiacs.

“Fuck,” he groaned while you continued to rub yourself onto him, now fully moaning and sighing as you tried to chase relief.  “Fuck! I fucked up.”

“Choso,” you whined loudly, prompting him to leave his state of anguish to look at you worriedly. “I feel so empty.”

Choso snapped.

Bent over, face buried in a pillow on the couch, Choso rams into your creamy, wet pussy, the squelching sounds echoing across the empty apartment. Punctuating his words with a thrust, “is-” plap! “what-” plap! “you-” plap! “wanted?”

“Yes!” you squeal, body bouncing as his rough snaps of his hips jostled you around, “You’re making me feel so good, Cho!”

“Do you know how much of a tease you’ve been?” he growled, balls hitting your ass as he pulled a hand back to spank you, red handprint imprinting itself on your cheeks. He groans at the sight of him leaving his mark on you. “Gonna take my cum, right?”

FUSHIGURO TOJI AND SUKUNA RYOMEN ⸺ I GET MY BEST FRIEND’S SLOPPY SECONDS! (a/n lol im not gonna lie this is just me ovulating and wanting to be creampied by two men)

Whenever Toji was at Sukuna’s place, it was like you, his girlfriend, pretended he wasn’t there. Because why were you always dressed in the tiniest of shorts and a tank top that could barely even hold your tits in and keep them covered? Sometimes, Toji thought it was Sukuna’s play—dangling you in front of him like a piece of meat, reminding him what he couldn’t have. 

Sukuna and Toji did have a bit of a…competitive friendship—one of good nature, of course. Toji, nonchalant as he is, didn’t really care whether he lost or not in the little skirmishes they had, whether it be seeing who can lift the most at the gym or walk somewhere faster. But he’s definitely seen Sukuna eye his groin in a mental competition to see if he was bigger or not.

Safe to say, Sukuna relished in the win. In a sense, he was obsessed with the submission. Not that Toji could care. He didn’t care when he flaunted his girlfriend around, groping you in front of him just to make him feel jealous…right?

Because why was his dick hard, him all hot and bothered as he listens to your moans and the plap! plap! plap! and squelches of Sukuna’s dick drilling in you? You’re both in the room, and Toji’s in the living room, confused as to why the fuck Sukuna asked him to come over when you clearly had a dick appointment with him. 

“Mmm, Sukuna you’re making me feel so good!” You whine, and Toji curses, closing his eyes and cursing whatever god was out there to make him subject to such torture. In his gray sweatpants, his bulge is undeniable as he hears Sukuna pleasure you. 

Then, he hears Sukuna call out to him, jumping as the other man yells, “Yo, Toji. I know you’re out there, man. Come in!” He then laughs meanly, speeding up to silence whatever protests you were making. Toji curses once again and moves to open the door just for his eyes to widen at what he’s seeing.

There is an obscene amount of cum oozing from your hole, it looked battered and swollen from the abuse Sukuna has dealt to it. There are tears in your eyes, a pretty pout on your face as Sukuna continues to use you as your fucktoy. And Toji realizes that Sukuna is looking at him while his hips languidly gyrate into you.

 “‘kuna–” you sob, embarrassed and cheeks heating up even further as you felt Toji’s eyes rove over your form, utterly decimated by Sukuna.

But you’re interrupted out of any potential protests you can make as Sukuna smacks your ass—Toji’s eyes not missing the jiggle—as he abruptly pulls out and motions Toji to come closer. “I’m gonna let him borrow you, okay baby? You see, Toji’s kind of pathetic here. Might as well give him sloppy seconds, right?”

With that, Toji is moaning as he slowly enters you, your pussy sweetly clamping on his dick as he can literally feel Sukuna’s cum every time he thrusts. The utterly debauched feeling of his still-hot come lubricating his every thrust makes his eyes roll back, lost in the feeling of your pussy as you whimper and squeal everytime he hits your g-spot.

“Yo,” and Toji’s attention is temporarily swayed to Sukuna, who’s watching the both of you with darkened eyes, manspread in a chair. “Come inside, okay? It’s my treat.”

NANAMI KENTO ⸺ DIRTY MASSEUSE GIVES HOT BABE A DEEP TISSUE MASSAGE! (WITH A HAPPY ENDING)

Working in corporate was hell.

Sitting in a chair all day slaving away at spreadsheets and emails was definitely not something your younger self imagined you doing, but alas, you were only but a slave to capitalism. Even your hip flexors could feel it—they were tight, and your upper back hurt a lot.

So, here you were, in the waiting room of this bougie massage salon that you decided to treat yourself to. After all, you’ve been a good girl with your savings, making sure not to spend loads on stress-virtual-shopping so you can blow lots of bucks into this 2 hour service. The lobby is neat and glamorous, as you wait while rubbing your back. You’re currently engrossed in watching a compilation of Moo Deng videos until a deep cough interrupts you. “Miss?”

You turn to face the rich, baritone voice that’s said your name, and then suddenly reeling back. In front of you was probably one of the most handsomest men you’ve ever seen, with blond hair and sharp cut facial lines. He’s rubbing his palms together, which seem laden with oil as he looks at you plaintively. “Shall we take it to the massage room?”

“Y–yes. We can do that,” you nervously affirmed, gathering your purse and belongings to tightly follow behind him. 

When you arrive at the room, the stoic man motions for you to get changed. “Please put on a towel. We’re going to be doing a deep tissue massage, so the towel will serve as a protective measure.”

You blush at the thought of this man seeing your body covered in nothing but a towel, but follow his directions regardless, putting your belongings in a corner while you step out of the changing room and into the massage room once again. You try to preserve your modesty as best you can as you go to lie down on the table. The only things you hear from him are the clinks of bottles as he rummages through different oils, uncovering them. The smell hits you dead on, soothing your senses already with the essential oils. 

And then, his rough, big hands are on your back, pressing into your shoulder blades. You jump, like a scared deer, and he lets out a deep chuckle. “My bad. I’ll be doing your back side first.”

“Okay,” you whisper in response, already closing your eyes in bliss with the way he’s roving his thumbs over the planes of your back, pressing in deep as he works out the kinks in your back.

In one particular spot in your lower back and hips—the one that’s been hurting like a bitch because of your endless time sitting in a chair—he presses his thumbs with the exact right pressure, and you moan.

You can’t help it—the chronic back pain has always been there, but he makes it disappear with a languid movement of his fingers over your back. But he pauses slightly as soon as the whimper comes out of your mouth. “Miss, are you alright?” Flushing, you are quick to affirm. “Yes, sorry.” With a lower voice, you say, “That was, um, that was just really relieving.”

He laughs melodically and continues his ministrations, going even lower, but pausing right before putting his hands on your ass. “May I pull the towel up? Direct contact will be helpful in this region for a deep tissue massage.”

“Y-yeah,” you say softly. “You can do that, you’re the professional.” He’s just doing this for massage reasons, right? With your consent, he slowly inches up your towel to uncover your bare ass to him, you clenching your thighs with the fact that he can see everything.

He then puts his hands on the fat of your ass, moving his hands in a circular motion that spreads your ass every time he moves in an outward rotation. Kento’s trying really hard to stay professional, but seeing your glistening wetness makes him groan inwardly. “Miss,” you perk up slightly as he refers to you, “I’ll continue with the deep tissue massage as requested, okay? There’s a spot that I believe really needs my attention.”

Innocently, you nod, and Kento can’t help but feel so aroused that you’re so naively believing him, letting him touch you as if it’s an appropriate part of his job. His hands inch closer and closer, and soon enough he’s fingering you while languidly licking you up.

“Does this feel good, miss?” Kento is out of breath as he nudges his nose deeper into your pussy while you’re squealing at the feeling of his fingers slamming into your g-spot, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he goes in, sucking at your clit just perfectly.

“It’s rude not to answer someone,” your masseuse gives you a slap, and quickly soothes it over. 

“‘M sorry!” you squeal, bucking your hips as soon as you feel like you’re getting closer, “It feels soo good.” With that, he pauses his ministration to give you a gentle kiss on your pussy, and the plush of his lips is enough to set you squirting, riding his face as you drench him in your juices. Safe to say, you were feeling very de-stressed.

GOJO SATORU ⸺ BEST FRIEND CATCHES HIM MASTURBATING, JOINS IN ON THE FUN!

Satoru groans, squeezing his ball at the base to avoid cumming prematurely. What he was originally doing was trying to find some porn to empty his balls to, releasing stress and gaining dopamine from masturbating. But eventually—like he’s been doing a lot these days—his fingers direct him to your Instagram profile. You, his best friend.

 Satoru does this in secret, waiting until he’s alone in his and Suguru’s apartment to go into his room, close the door, and sin by thinking of you in a way friends don’t of each other. So, he’s trying not to bust too early while he zooms in on your tits in the cute bikini picture you posted just last week, the ones he took of you. The pixels of your magnificent breasts zoom in, sweat and water glistening off of them as your bra hugs and makes them sit just right. He groans, throwing his head back as he feels his cockhead pulse again, deciding to end his edging to cum. 

In his focus on stroking his dick��the squelching and whines echoing in his room—he doesn’t notice the sound of the door opening. Nor of the footsteps heading towards his door, because he moves his hand up and down, up and down, up and down until he’s so close to cumm—-

“Satoru! I got us some mochi!” You yell loudly, and Satoru screams in return, albeit for a different reason. As your head whips up to look at him, alarmed at his shout, you register that his cock and balls are out. And that, in his left hand, is a photo of you. 

You blink, and Satoru blinks back, except with a red, throbbing length in his hand. Then, slowly, you ask, “Why is my picture open, Satoru?”

Satoru swallows, already hearing funeral bells and utters out, “I—I—that was a mistake. I meant to be on Pornhub. Haha! I mean,” he continues on rambling, “why would I be looking at your picture? Obviously, my hand slipped while I was jerking off I mean—” he cuts himself off, because in his yapping, he’s failed to notice how you’ve stalked over to his bed, now straddling him while spitting on his cock.

“Fuck,” he curses, as his pupils dilate watching the thicky, frothy mix of your spit ooze down from your pursed lips onto his dick. “W–what are you—” You motion for him to stand up, orienting yourself so that your throat was hanging off the bed and you were on your back on his mattress. 

“Since you’re so desperate,” you give him a deadly sweet smile as he stands, dick above your face. You give his tip a little kiss, and he shivers. “You can fuck my throat.”

Satoru definitely takes you up on that offer.

He can’t even believe that he’s here, you deepthroating his dick so nice. “Thank you, thank you,” he whines, gyrating his hips sloppily into the tight, wet heat of your mouth as your lips suckle on him. “Needed this so, so much.” You’ve even uncovered your tits, them bouncing nicely as Satoru continuously lodges himself in your throat. “Please, please let me cum.”

You gently push against his hips, indicating you want him out of your mouth. Raspily, you wipe the trail of spit that’s left your mouth and laugh meanly and give him a deceptively sweet kiss on his balls. “You have to last at least 10 more minutes, okay?”

And Satoru can do nothing but obey you, driving himself to the hinge of climax but never over, whimpering as your mouth swallows him up. 

GETO SUGURU ⸺ BIG DICKED BULLY FUCKS CUTE ANIME GIRL INTO SUBMISSION!

Your safe haven is your library. There, the man who’s been torturing you for most of your college career, Suguru Geto, doesn’t know where you hide, nor does he frequent the place. You’re focused in on your assignments right now, having fallen behind due to Suguru’s antics of bothering you and disturbing your peace to humiliate you across campus. It’s late at night, and there’s not a lot of people to disturb you. You thought.

You’re wrenched out of your state of focus as someone harshly pulls your chair back, grabbing your chin to meet your eyes with his. Your bully, Suguru.

 You gasp in surprise as he roves his eyes over you and what you’re wearing. A short skirt, one he dare wouldn’t admit made you look cute, and a sweater. Silently, he sits down while you tremble, looking at him with shaky eyes that makes his cock swell in his pants.

He smirks. “You thought you could hide from me?” He then ticks his head towards your textbook. “Whatcha reading? Recite it to me.” 

Even though you were confused as to why he would have you do that, you hurried to do as he said. Meanwhile, his siren eyes roved over your form, choosing to settle in between your thighs.

“Schroedinger’s theory had proved classical physicists wro—-“ You’re interrupted by your own gasp, because Suguru’s laid a hand that’s gently caressing your inner thigh.

“Go on,” he purrs, getting closer and closer to the heat of your pussy.

You swallow and go on. “…had proved classical physicists wrong, showing that unexplained phenomena in spectroscopy and atoms demonstrated discrete—-“

Meanwhile, he’s inched his hand inside of your panties, softly rubbing at your clit in a manner unbecoming of the mean Suguru you know. Before you know it, your orgasm was creeping up on you, and your legs were trembling while Suguru buried his face in your neck, giving you soft kisses. 

“Cmon, you slut,” he whispered, the softness of his voice contrasting with the harshness of his words, “are you too stupid to read?”

You whimper as he delves a finger into your hole, collecting the ooze there and going back to your clit. “…atoms demonstrated discrete properties, referred to as quanta—-“ It’s with a nasty lick to the shell or your ear that you’re cumming, squealing loudly as you cream on his fingers, humiliated at the show you were forced to put on in the library.

Suguru pulls his fingers out and sucks on them languidly, looking you in the eye. “Now slut, you’re going to do that seated on my dick. Got it?”

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a/n hiii pookies this was late sorry </3 but ANYWAYS im excited to write (and ride) cowboy geto and spiderman!gojo next! consider joining my kinktober taglist if you're interested <3 part 1 of this here btw

comment and reblog to let me know ur thots :p

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[nerdykeppie]

Okay, y'all.

I'm gonna be really up front with everybody in a way that I'm usually not:

This year so far has been really rough, in a way that kinda has me worried. Bear with me, and there will be dog pictures along the way and pictures of new swag at the end, ok?

Running a small business is always rough, and with everything going on - with me being down-and-out struggling to get my hysterectomy approved, with everything going on financially & politically, with Jake moving out here - we knew that this year probably wouldn't be a banner year, but...

... when I pulled reports at the end of May, I was kinda shocked and gutted because at the start of June, we were actually down a considerable amount year over year. I knew the year wouldn't be great, but like, oof.

Pride is usually where we make our money for the year - we call it "gay Christmas," because where other retailers count on their holiday season, we count on Pride to make sure that our employees get paid during January of the following year.

Pause for Ser Davos Seawoof:

This Pride has started ... slowly. Not terribly, but a little more slowly than I'm comfortable with, and slowly enough that I'm nervous. We invested a lot of money in new stock and equipment, and that's got to pay off. Right?

So here's the pitch:

We need to make at least $60K in sales this month to make sure that we're in good shape for the upcoming year. We are currently at $8100, and we have a two-day event coming up in Seattle at the end of the month, but that still gives us an awful lot of ground to make up.

If we hit our sales goal for this month, NerdyKeppie will donate 1% of our net profit for June to @queerliblib.

Just hitting that goal would both make it possible for us to know we can make it through the year & even if we have the worst profit margins this month, it'd be a minimum $250 donation.

We just added Express delivery as a shipping upgrade on most of our t-shirts (limited color and size options on that, which isn't under our control) so if you need something quick, we've got you, and everything from our Portland HQ collection ships usually within 2 business days.

Everything in our Bottoms & Tops collection is Buy 2, Get a 3rd 69% off with code TOP2BOTTOM until midnight tonight:

And as always, NerdyKeppie is 100% trans-owned and queer-run. We start all of our employees at a minimum of $25/hr, and all eligible employees are IWW members. We have no investors, and we have no shareholders to please. Big box corporations screw over small artists and drop Pride the minute it gets hard or controversial, but this is our life.

We're here for the long run. Help us stay and help us build resources for today & tomorrow, and get some cool-ass swag while you do.

💗🏳️‍🌈

[astonmartinii]

a case of the cuddle bug | logan sargent social media au

pairing: logan sargent x fem!piastri!reader

someone check his temperature, he's got a serious case of the cuddle bug

author's note: thought we could all use some logan content to get us through the weekend

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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yourusername: he's not racing :( more time to cuddle :)

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user1: if i find out that that t-shirt was made by them i may need to be shot in the head

yourusername: sorry to be the bearer of bad news 😕

user2: y/n where do we find a logan?

yourusername: date your brother's best friend - the romance books did NOT lie

logansargent: hard to be too sad when you're around

yourusername: awwwww logie bear 🐻 i love youuuuu

logansargent: i love you too come back to the motorhome the hospitality coffee is not worth it

yourusername: not even if i swipe you a cupcake?

logansargent: okay..... maybe ....

alexalbon: i'm sorry buddy, i promise i'll do us proud

yourusername: yOU BETTER 👹

alexalbon: i'm soRRY are you like a gremlin? did someone spill some water?

yourusername: i'm gonna ignore most of that cause gizmo is cute

logansargent: she loves you really alex

alexalbon: do you still love me logie?

logansargent: yes?

alexalbon: I' SORRY I HAVE.A GUILTY CONSCIENCE I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE BEING MAD AT ME

user3: lol mood ^

oscarpiastri: you could support your BELOVED BROTHER NOW (AT HIS (OUR) HOME RACE)

yourusername: ugh i guess

oscarpiastri: you literally said you'd support me any time logan wasn't racing :(

yourusername: unless he can come with me, we'll be supporting you from the williams garage

oscarpiastri: better than nothing i guess

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logansargent: no way around it, this weekend has been the hardest of my career. however, i'm thankful for alex for picking up a couple points for the team and for having y/n with me to support me this weekend, enjoy the cute picture of her (but not too much)

also i guess congrats to oscar on a podium at his home race 🤷🏻‍♂️

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user4: hardest weekend ever... here's a pic of my. hot gf :)))))

user5: he's real for that, just reminding us that he's still winning off track

alexalbon: thank you isn't enough logie, love you man, can't wait to see you back in the car next week x

yourusername: you're so lucky you got points otherwise your ass would've been grass xoxo

alexalbon: Y/N I SAID I WAS SORRY PLEASE STOP BEING MEAN YOU'RE MEANT TO BE THE NICE PIASTRI

oscarpiastri: you stole my soon-to-be brother-in-law's car and called me a shit padel player 🖕🏻

alexalbon: why is everyone ganging up on me :(

logansargent: you gotta take it for at least this weekend bro

alexalbon: i guess...

user6: they're so cute, but who is taking these photos of them?

yourusername: oscar makes himself useful sometimes

oscarpiastri: ugh i get NO CREDIT IN THIS FAMILY

logansargent: i at least appreciate it oscar 🫶🏻

oscarpiastri: that's all well and good and i love you, you're my bff but sometimes i don't want to see you be lovely dovey with that hellspawn

fredvesti: let it be known i will no longer be sneaking out with you guys for ice cream on a race weekend, the risk was not worth the third wheeling

logansargent: i paid?

fredvesti: thank the lord you did otherwise i'd raise an official complaint

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oscarpiastri: got a podium at my home race and i'm still not my sister's favourite

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user8: have we considered that y/n and logan have attachment issues?

oscarpiastri: she sat at the window like a woman waiting for her husband at war when he DARED to go home for christmas when we were 16

yourusername: as if you haven't cried over lily 🙄

oscarpiastri: i ACTUALLY don't get to see her very often, i can't separate you and logan

yourusername: LEAVE ME BE

user9: oscar says this as if y/n wasn't crying her eyes out at the podium

user10: and logan wiping her tears to prevent smudging her eyeliner - sigh

logansargent: don't hate the player hate the game

oscarpiastri: what happened to blood being thicker than water

yourusername: you know what else is thicker than water ... 😩😩😩

oscarpiastri: okay you can sTOP RIGHT THERE

landonorris: they're really one being huh?

oscarpiastri: believe me the dinner at mine? they were being TAME

yourusername: okay for the audience we are not that bad, we're just affectionate we aren't like making out in front of everyone

landonorris: .... shame

oscarpiastri: yOU HAVE SHAME THAT'S MY SISTER

logansargent: THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND

yourusername: AND THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND

landonorris: damn tough crowd

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yourusername: a wee break before my boy is back to knock your socks off

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user11: they're so cute your honour

alexalbon: dating a racing driver and not wearing a seat belt? interesting.

yourusername: dating a professional golfer and still shit at golf? interesting.

lilymunhe: she did get you there alex, soz.

yourusername: also we weren't even driving, that hair acting is all a fan

logansargent: practically a professional photographer now (the model definitely helps, she looks perfect doing anything)

yourusername: hehehheheheheheheheheheheeh

user12: y/n really just gagging alex at every corner

user13: she saw logan wasn't holding a grudge and decided to double down on hers

user14: and we respect that

logansargent: you knock my socks off everyday babe

yourusername: as long as it's only me 😘

logansargent: i've been in love with you since i was 13 👍🏻

yourusername: SNAP🫰

oscarpiastri: once again left out of the photodump

yourusername: you are not 'my boy' that would in fact be inappropraite

oscarpiastri: you couldn't just change the caption?

yourusername: you're not cute enough to be a lannister (cersei and jaime call me)

logansargent: ????

yourusername: *call us 😉

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logansargent: glad to be back in the car this weekend, though if alex could stop terrorising y/n that would be great

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user15: were oscar and y/n's parents in the williams garage?

user16: so oscar wasn't lying about him basically being family already 🥹

alexalbon: i was not TERRORISNG I WAS ENGAGING IN SIBLING LIKE BANTER

oscarpiastri: hold on buster, that's MY sister 🤨

alexalbon: i can't win with any of you three 😭

yourusername: LET'S FUCKING GO EAGLE BOY GOD BLESS AMERICA 🦅🇺🇸

logansargent: i'll let you have this one for once

yourusername: as an aussie that was very hard to say, please appreciate it

logansargent: thank you my little kangaroo?

yourusername: kinda offensive they're scary

logansargent: koala?

yourusername: YOU SAYING I HAVE CHLAMYDIA?

logansargent: well i've ran out of australian animals now :(

user17: thanks for the violent reminder of chlamydia being rife in koalas :(

oscarpiastri: gonna have to beat you this weekend to win back my parents' favour it seems

yourusername: let's be real, they prefer logan over both of us :(

oscarpiastri: true 😔

logansargent: i can't help the southern charm

williamsf1

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williamsf1: LOGAN POINTS, I REPEAT LOGAN POINTS 😤

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user20: TRUST HIM, I REPEAT TRUST HIM

yourusername: THAT'S MY BOY LET'S FUCKING GO

oscarpiastri: you never get this excited for me?

yourusername: FUCK OFF THIS IS NOT YOUR TURN, IT'S LOGAN'S DAY

maxverstappen1: pretty sure i won the race

yourusername: FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU

user21: y/n crying her eyes out she's so real

user22: based on the faces in the garage i think she may have let everything out lol

user23: as she should

user24: can't expect two people to be attached 24/7 and not be ride or die for each other

logansargent: thanks for the support, glad to pick up some points for the team

yourusername: I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

logansargent: i know you've shouted it in my face since i got back from media

yourusername: you need to know it :(

logansargent: i love you so much

yourusername: i love you even more

user25: the whole piastri family going wild in LOGAN'S garage was not on my 2024 bingo sheet

user26: but it was cute as fuck

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yourusername: we're down bad with a case of the cuddle bug

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user27: the CUDDLE BUG?

user28: i need to be taken out of my misery

logansargent: i've got a high fever, a love fever

oscarpiastri: THAT WAS CORNY AS FUCK

yourusername: i thought it was cute :(

logansargent: and that's what matters

yourusername: exactlyyyyy

oscarpiastri: so fuck me, right?

yourusername: yes!

logansargent: yes!

user29: this whole interaction makes it so obvious oscar was the only boy growing up LOL

alexalbon: i'll concede, you guys are cute

yourusername: we been known

logansargent: no one does it like us

alexalbon: erm alex and lily erasure?

yourusername: lily cute, you not so much

alexalbon: stop being SO PROTECTIVE WHY ARE YOU A GOLDEN RETRIEVER WITH EVERYONE ELSE AND A RABID JACK RUSSELL WITH ME IT WAS JAMES' DECISION GO FOR JAMES' ANKLES

williamsf1: ???

yourusername: i thought it was friendly sibling banter (also james is logie's boss of course i'm not gonna go for his ankles dummy)

logansargent: she's my little guard dog 🫶🏻

yourusername: anything for you, come back to cuddle :(

logansargent: on my way cuddle bug!

fin.

note: i understand why williams made the decision they did, but i've had such a soft spot for logan since he admitted he's lonely in the paddock :( i hope he has a good next race to really prove himself to everyone xx hope you enjoyed! xx

[cursingtoji]

thinking about the first time toji gets to fuck you in your bedroom surrounded by stuffed animals. he knew you were a girly girl and he absolutely adored that about you, your always glossy lips, pink outfit and short skirts were what made him approach you at first.

being older and making more money than you, toji had a better apartment, a spacious and nicely located flat, so the first few encounters were always there until things started to get serious and he asked to go to your place tonight.

toji was far from surprised when you opened the door and he was welcomed to a colourful living room and a sweet vanilla smell, he noticed a couple teddy bears by the couch and a few action figures next to the tv, but as soon as you started to make out on the couch you got up and took him by the hand to your bedroom.

“woah” he let it scape when he saw all your plushies, the big ones were in the floor, a bunch on the shelves and a few more in the nightstand, “sweetheart are you sure this is your room and not a 6 year old’s?” he teased and chuckled when you slapped his chest.

“i like them okay? most of it is from those claws machines so it’s not like i spent crazy money on it…”

“oh yeah? and you got all of those in the first try?” he poked your waist as you laid down in your bed.

“well…” no you didn’t “never mind, kiss me please” you pulled him by his shirt and he placed his knee on the bed before hovering you.

“i’m not gonna support this addiction of yours, you know” he reached back and pulled his shirt off.

“shut up smoker” you giggled and proceeded to take your clothes off as well.

nights with toji usually escalated very quickly but that night he seemed more distracted and a bit uneasy. when he finally had you on your hands and knees his pace was not as fast as normal, in fact he seemed to be shifting a lot.

“toji? you okay?” you asked looking over your shoulder, after pondering for a bit he replied firmly.

“we’re switching.”

“wha—“ before you could process he had already laid on his back and manhandled you onto his lap, “toji~” you whined.

“be a good girl and ride me” he slapped your ass as he helped you sit on his dick, and how could you deny when he bosses you around like that, “that way i don’t have to see those…” he murmured and slapped away some teddy bears in your nightstand. you stopped your movements and started to laugh.

“wait is that the reason?” you chuckled but one hard trust he gave you made you lose your balance and fall on his chest.

“there must be like a thousand eyes in this bedroom” he said looking around and massaging your waist to relieve his own tension.

“oh come on old man” you teased biting his lobe, “those thousand eyes watch me touch myself every time i think about you and you’re not around” that seemed to be enough to bring the big man back to his usual self. toji placed both his feet on the mattress and proceeded to fuck into you as you got up from chest to find a better position holding onto his flexed knees.

“and who gave you the right to touch my pussy huh?”

suddenly the stuffed animals were not a problem anymore.