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Goodreads really decided to give me a heart attack today. There was no way this was released today, as Harper L Woods would have made an announcement first. I will continue to wait patiently because I know she is focusing on her mental health, and that is more important than a book release.
For those wondering, Amazon has the release for October 24th.
#what lies beyond the veil#Harper l woods#guys this is so hot and so good#book 3 gets disturbing a bit#but I love it#if you havenât read her other series the coven PLEASE DO SO I CAN TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT IT
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(looks at upcoming card releases)
I'm in danger :)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#stage in playful land#stage in playfulland#smoking#my favorite horrible crime guys are back!!!!#(my hot take is that glomas had a better story but these goobers were just SO fun)#(they should be allowed to kidnap and murder(?) at least a few dozen people. as a treat.)#man i knew there was probably going to be a fellow card and yet i still did a bad job of saving my keys#and there's this year's halloween to think about too!#normally i try to avoid leaks and spoilers but i did accidentally see some stuff and if it's real then holy SHIT#on the other hand fellow attacks by basically throwing gidel at people and i desperately need this on my team#regardless of whether or not the card is actually any good#(if they change the animation to remove gidel i am going to RIOT it needs to be either exactly the same or EVEN SILLIER)#actually it would be hilarious if their stats were terrible. just the worst. and yet...#grown man and his kid with a hammer vs a bunch of teen wizards who can shoot fire#the results may shock you#(if they do the same duos-with-the-last-release as they have been with the staff cards then i will absolutely lose it)#(please twst. it would so useless to me but SO funny)#fellow: it's showtime rollo! :)#rollo: who are you
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I'm going insane over the way you draw Sun-
I seriously love drawing sun (and moon!)
#ask reply#is it a hot take to say sun and moon might be one of the best designs in fnaf period#they are just so perfect BAHAH#ALWAYS SO fun to draw them#tbh I probably shoukd draw them more if anything#Sun is my favourite of the two but both are good#the silliest of guys
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What are your thoughts on a decepticon prowl?
Oh I'm all for it. But! Only if he's actually a Con. Like. Wholeheartedly.
Not "nnnooo we're doingg a bad thing and I kind of dont wanna do bad thing but I have no choice poor me".
You know how in canon he truly believes he's on the right side and makes everything to ensure that Optimus wins the war? You know how he's willing to make every tough decision so Optimus doesn't have to risk his reputation? You know how he literally makes Autobots look like shiny brave and clean heroes who did nothing wrong ever?
I want all that but the other way around. I want him to do that for Megatron and for the Decepticons. The implications would be so fucking dramatic I could write a whole essay.
Low rank Cons would hate him so fucking bad.
Starscream would try to murder him at least once a day.
Megatron would absolutely treasure him. Autobots would have it r o u g h
Can you imagine
#I saw a bunch of great fics that were âAutobot character but he's a Con AUâ#really enjoyed them#I love that kind of AU#but I think I only saw two Decepticon!Prowl fics so far#and they both made him that poor little kind thing that got abused and wronged but secretly a fluffy sad kitten or something#anyway#Just like with Decepticon!Jazz and Decepticon!Ratchet and Hot Rod#I love when authors arent shy about making characters Decepticons#I love it when fic stands proudly with it's concept#yeah he's a Con and he fucking means it#if you know any good fics about Con!Prowl that arent trying to make him look innocent - please feel free to share#the guy murders a lot of people while being an Autobot. You can't convince me he would magically be merciful as a Decepticon haha
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LUO BINGHE CASUAL SENSHI COSPLAYER
OH, ABSOLUTELY.
(context)
#poorly drawn svsss#svsss#modern au#luo binghe#shen qingqiu#okay technically shen yuan because this is a modern au but I don't have a separate tag for the two.#Casual cosplayers are the worlds strongest fans. You vibe with a series/character so much that you take on their style into daily life.#For every person that learned better self care with Dungeon Meshi there is someone who learned they were into hot bears because of senshi#I also know there are some people who learned they wanted to *be* a hot bear because of senshi - so extra kudos to those folks.#Shen Yuan would love dungeon meshi...Guy who can't cook but would still buy the limited time kitchen set.#Also I feel like I've leaned too much into the 'LBH pines for SQQ/SY' and neglected the equally true reversal.#They fact they are both obsessed with each other is what makes them so good. SQQ is just more in his head about it.
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Hey, the âyouâll look more attractive because youâre more comfortable in your bodyâ thing they tell transmascs is nice and all, but please donât be convinced thatâs the extent of it. If youâre a transmasc worrying youâre going to lose your attractiveness by transitioning I���ve got good and bad news for you. The âbadâ news is that you very well mightâin the eyes of people who only like your womanhood/femininity. For example many cishet guys who mightâve showed you attention before may not be as into you anymore. But the good news is you can in fact be way hotter as a guy/masc, I know firsthand that there are people who go absolutely nuts over it (special shoutout to t4t het trans women ily <3).
Of course weâve been told growing up that masculinity makes us less attractive, bc itâs gnc for people assigned female and therefore isnât the conventional beauty standard. Girls in high school would compliment my lack of body hair all the time. But in reality there are people who drool over butch women, and there are people who drool over transmascs, because we are hot as fuck. The people I date now are desperate for me to get hairier and more masc, they love that shit. You donât have to adhere to the kind of beauty you were taught is fit for a girl to be attractive to people, there is so much outside of that and your trans masculinity is going to look awesome on you, I guarantee it.
#not at all to say attractiveness should always matter to you in your decisions to transition. this is for folks already worried about it#the things I was told would make me ugly as a woman make me hot as hell as a guy and thatâs been a lot to wrap my head around#fixated on het trans women here bc of a special someone (hiii lovely) but there are so many ppl whoâll find you hot beyond that#not saying cishet guys arenât ever into transmasculinity some have good taste!! /lh#transandrophobia#transmasc positivity#transmasc experiences#transphobia#misogyny#mine
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i want to know everything that makes you happy! đŤđŞđ
#the caption is aioi lyrics but posting the same thing with the same caption on 3 different socmed is embarasisng. saki save me#project sekai#pjsk#prsk#proseka#saki tenma#leo/need#i have more chibis Soon just theyre for halloween so u have to wait a few days. sniles so wide#AIOI IS SUCH A GOOD SONG AND NOBODY FUCKING TALKS ABOUT IT IDGAF. ITS SO GOOD. START CRYING WITH ME#like obviously the mv is gorgeous and stunning andni love the event and cards but im talking sbout the song. Its so good#So is purpose and nobody talks about it either wtf guys HAPPY PURPOSE TUESDAY!!!!!!#pjsk radio in 6 hours who else is about to#explode MEEE MEEEE I AMMMMM machico save me#nene focus ohantom of Theopera PLEASE PLEAS EPLEASEPLEASE HOW MUST I MANIFEST.#i always mean to draw the songs i want wxs to cover ever since i only did 2 of them Half a fucking year ago but i keep forgetting#and then other groups cover the songs and im like Wlel i cant draw it now .. (i can) (i will still draw emukasa cat food)#mmjs cover is SO GOOD i love mmj all of their covers r so good. wasnt crazy abt their early game ones but All of them for the last 2 years#have been Bonkers. amen. minoshizu duet come back to us please god.#soo glad wxs got reincarnation apple and got all the parts i envisioned for them EMU IMLOVE YOUUUU#ok i gotta go i need to hot glue more fabric onto my cosplay boots before work tomorrow. love and peaches
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its no longer hanukkah but i'm setting the record straight on the batboys latke preferences, re: this post
#dc#batfam#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian al ghul#ofc everyone is entitled to their own hcs!#not pictured aka i have yet to draw: cass def has them w hot sauce. bruce totally has them with cream cheese & lox and shit#steph would like guac or something out of pocket#duke is good with applesauce OR sour cream but not at the same time#my art#i have so many jewish hcs for these guys....more to come
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self proclaimed simps, white knights, and the "she's not going to fuck you" receivers, please form an orderly line so i can fuck you
#have shared this sentiment before but man i am just so grateful to you guys#it makes me significantly less butthurt when someone talks shit about me and one of u calls them a braindead loser đđđđđđ#gonna film a hot video tonight i am in a good mood ily
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for real me. â Ë・âŕ¨âĄŕ§â Ë・â
#girlblogging#this is what makes us girls#girlie things#hell is a teenage girl#im just a girl#just girly things#lana del rey#blog#daddy's good girl#eat my pussy#90s#tumblr girls#current mood#movies#so hot and sexy#lol#older man younger woman#yapping#pink#thick and juicy#daddy k!nk#edit#beautiful women#this is a girlblog#writers on tumblr#older guys#girlhood#gorgeous#beauttiful girls
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Retirement Party
Chapter 4 - Runaway
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Contains: No Y/N, Kidnapping, Forcible relocation, Dubcon, Plus-sized reader, female reader, Poorly thought out action sequences, Guns, There is something fucking wrong with these guys for real, More reader details given, but we're still pretty vague about it. Even though it is hard for me. No promises for future chapters though I might even tell y'all her name.
~3.8k - MDNI - Dark fic! Please mind the content warning above
You wake in the morning with your nose buried in a thick patch of chest hair, and strong arms around you. Your legs are hooked around one of his thick thighs, and something hard digs into your stomach. You start to inch away, but his arms tighten, and his hips cant against you, a thick, sleepy groan rumbling in his chest. It would be a nice way to wake up, if not for the circumstances. Itâs been ages since you slept beside another person, let alone someone that feels as comfortable as John does.
âJohn,â you say softly. You donât want to fully wake him up, just get him to let you go. âJohn, please let me go.â
He hums, one hand sliding to your waist, and then down to your hip, pulling you closer, grinding you against his thigh. You squeak in protest, becoming aware that youâre already wet, like youâve been unconsciously humping his leg in your sleep for some time. You push your slightly freer top half away a little, so you can look at him. Heâs still sleeping, a little frown on his face as heâs pulled unwillingly toward consciousness. He really is handsome, especially like this, all his defences down, grumbling like a hibernating bear.
âDonât wake up,â you tell him, as if itâll make any difference. âI just have to pee.â
One of his blue eyes cracks open, a little unfocused. âYou cominâ back?â His voice is rough from sleep, rasping like sandpaper.
âSure,â you say, even though you have no intention of doing so. Your body seems as eager as his is for something youâre sure is dangerous. Maybe he smells good, like tobacco, warm, boozy spices and something undeniably male, and maybe he feels warm and solid against you, but you donât want to encourage this. You just want to enough space to clear your head. His admissions last night still have you spooked, Johnâs words not tempered by a night of surprisingly good sleep. âIâll just be a minute.â
He loosens his hold on you enough that you can wiggle free, his eyes opening a little more so he can watch you slip out of bed. He rolls over onto his back, and starts snoring gently before youâve even made it to the bedroom door. You take the opportunity to snag one of the bags stacked in front of the closet and your purse off the dresser and bring both to the bathroom with you. Youâre not sure whatâs in the bag, but you know the larger suitcase has things from your closet in it, so youâre hoping this one has more from your dresser.
You get dressed, glad that most of your underthings and a comfortable pair of jeans and a thick sweater are inside and pack your toothbrush and makeup bag into the larger one, and creep downstairs carefully. One of them is snoring gently on the couch, but otherwise, the house is silent. You carefully fish a set of keys off the hooks by the door and sneak outside. You donât know where any of your shoes are except the red heels, so you just leave in your sock feet, and pile your things into the pick-up truck. Youâll drive it into town and leave it there, buy a ticket on a train or a bus, and get the hell back home.
It sucks to have to leave everything you own, beyond the clothes in the one bag and the contents of your purse, but maybe you can call the copsâ Well. Probably not. Better to just start over anywhere else. You have digital copies of a few pictures of your parents, and thatâs better than nothing, even if their wedding album is sitting on a shelf in Johnâs living room, along with all the family photos that your parents took of you and them while you were growing up. Your motherâs sketchbooks too, and her camera, and your dadâs guitar.
You bite your lip, holding back tears, and start the truck.
No sense mourning things. The memories are in your head and your heart, not trapped in the pages of books or twisted into the strings of the guitar. You donât need them.
You havenât driven in a long time, and the truck, unfortunately, is a manual, which you havenât driven in even longer, but you manage to pull away from the house without revving the engine too hard, and pick up speed once you get to the road, only just remembering to hit the clutch with your left foot before you change gears. Youâd feel pretty pathetic if you only made it to the road before stalling out the pickup.
Youâre not sure which way town is, but you figure the road has to lead somewhere no matter which way you choose, so you navigate blindly, turning onto a bigger road a little ways down the gravel one that leads to Johnâs house. Bigger road means more people, although the hour is still so early that thereâs no one around yet. The sun is barely up, and itâs still shadowy in the woods on either side of the road. The woods give way to fields suddenly, the sun making a too-bright debut, shining right into your eyes. You flip down the visor and adjust the rear-view mirror, wincing when you see a blue car a ways behind you, approaching fast.
You didnât notice the car when you were leavingâ It must have been parked behind the bigger van that theyâd used to move all your thingsâ but it looks sporty and fast, and judging by the way it closes the gap, thereâs no question that itâs them. You push the truck harder, squinting against the light, heart hammering. The carâs engine roars, loud enough that you can hear it over the blood rushing in your ears, and pulls into the lane beside you. Gaz motions for you to pull over from the passenger seat.
You slow up enough that they pull ahead a little, and you yank your steering wheel to the side and stomp down on the gas and the clutch, shifting into third gear and nailing the side of the car, shattering a tail light and making it spin, stopping just shy of the ditch.
For a moment, youâre still close enough to see the shock on their faces, but youâre moving fast and leave them in the dust, at least momentarily. It wonât take them long to recover and catch up again, and if they hit you with the same maneuver, thereâs no way youâll be able to get the truck under control. Thereâs not enough weight in the bed of the truck to compensate, and youâll wind up in the ditch for certain.
Funny, how it comes back to you. Learning to drive along mountain roads way outside Aberdeen, either in your dadâs little car or your momâs old truck (usually the car, which was the easier one to drive. Your dad was the safer driver too, the better parent to learn from), and you can almost imagine your mother in the passenger seat, laughing her head off at the insane circumstances, encouraging you to throw caution to the wind, to get a feel for the road under the wheels and the way the old truck handled. She always laughed when she was under stress, but itâs comforting to think of. Your mum would never let a couple of thick-headed military assholes get the better of her.
The car is catching up again, so you floor it and smash through a fence gate into a muddy field, where the car wonât handle as well, and speed your way across the stubbly remains of wheat, already harvested. The car follows, and, predictably, struggles, the low frame too close to the muck, bumping unhappily over the soft, uneven ground.
Laughter bubbles up in your chest, relieving some of the built-up anxiety. You smash through a segment of the fence on the other side and yank the truck back onto the road, giggling when the truck fishtails a bit, mud slicking the tires on the pavement. Thereâs so much adrenaline coursing through your system that you feel like you might be sick the moment you let any of this catch up with you. So you keep driving, and pray that it doesnât.
The car gets close again when you reach another wooded section of road. Through the rearview mirror you can see Gaz pop out of the window, gun drawn, but you donât hear the crack when it fires, you only feel the impact when the bullet strikes one of the rear tires. You shriek, slamming on the breaks as the truck spins out of your control and off the road, slamming into a tree head on.
The lurch forward as the airbags deploy, your body hitting them hard, knocking all the air out of your lungs as youâre slapped back into he seat. The seat belt bites into your shoulder painfully. You unbuckle yourself quickly, ears ringing too loudly for you to hear the screeching tires of the pursuit car. You fall to the ground when you try to get out, head spinning.
You stumble into the trees, still blinking away double vision. If you can find a good spot to hideâ Maybe you can double back and take the car while they chase you blindly through the trees. You cast about, feeling every rapidly forming bruise, wishing desperately that you had shoes, and dive into the underbrush, scooting forward on your belly, brambles catching in your hair as you curl up, out of sight.
âPlease come out, doll,â you hear Gaz call out, boots crunching through the woods, closer than you would like. âItâs okay, weâre not mad. Just come out and weâll take you home, yeah?â
Johnny is yelling further off, his voice incomprehensible but sing-song, mocking. Gaz moves further into the woods. You wait until his voice grows a little more distant before you drag yourself back out, sweater streaked with mud, leaves in your hair, and quickly sneak back to the road. The car is still running, the driver door left open. You breathe a sigh of relief.
âThere you are, bird.â
You scream. A gloved hand drops over your mouth, cutting off the sound, and an arm loops around your waist, picking you right up off your feet.
Fuck.
"Look what you did, bird. Wrecked up Price's truck. 'E's not goin' to be 'appy about that." He turns so you can see the slightly smoking truck, the front half of it crumpled beyond repair.
You shake your head until he pulls his hand away from your mouth. "Its not my fault I crashed. Gaz shot the tire out. I wasn't even going to steal it, just leave it in town once I'd gotten to a bus stop."
He hums. You hear the slight crackle of a radio. "Got 'er, lads. Come back to the car."
"Rog."
"Aye."
Ghost shoves you into the back seat. "Stay put," he says sternly. "You're already banged up, don't want to 'ave to tackle you."
You sigh, all the fight leaving you. You feel awful, bruised and shaken up and trembling, and you do nothing but watch as Ghost gathers your things from the truck and puts them in the boot of the car. You slump back in the seat, inspecting the scratches on your hands idly. Your head hurts, and your shoulder aches, and you feel a bit like you've been stepped on, but nothing feels broken, just bruised and tender. You got lucky.
Well, not lucky. There's very little about any of this that counts as luck. Especially considering the look on Johnny's face when he jogs out of the trees. At first he looks stormy, but he grins when he sees you and opens the back door to crawl onto the seat and on top of you.
"Steamin Jesus, where'd ye learn ta drive like tha'?" He asks. "Didnae ken ye were a racer."
"Outside Aberdeen," you reply. Your ribs hurt. Soapâs weight makes every little ache more acute.
"Price isn't gonna be happy about his truck," Gaz says, tossing himself into the driver's seat. "What were you thinking, doll? You could've been hurt."
"You didn't have to shoot the tire." You try to push Soap off, but he wraps himself around you, a bit tight, but bearably so. Youâre trembling, and heâs trying to help, in a thoroughly unhelpful way. "I was just trying to get home."
"That's the wrong way. Your home's with Price now." Ghost gets into the other front seat, and Gaz reverses back out onto the road.
You sigh, leaning your head against the window, watching the countryside flash by. It takes an embarrassingly short time to get back to John's house. You didn't get as far as you would have liked, hardly got anywhere at all. Your eyes prickle with tears, but you don't want to cry in front of them. You want to go back to bed, maybe back in time to the morning. You would have been wiser just to curl up next to John again.
Soap drags you from the car, hands a bit rough on your bruises, and pulls you back to the house. John rushes out, worry creasing his face, blue eyes sweeping over you and turning furious. "What happened?" he barks, not at you, but at his men.
"Bird was makin' a run for it," Ghost says.
"Wrecked your truck," Gaz adds.
"That's not my fault!" you protest. "You shot at me!" You glare at him, frustrated tears overflowing down your cheeks. Itâs like they have no idea what kind of stress theyâve put you through.
"Woah, woah, c'mere, doll." John pulls you against his chest, wrapping strong arms around you, stilling some of the tremble in your limbs. "You broken?"
You shake your head, leaning into him, gripping his t-shirt tightly. You breathe in raggedly, trying to steady yourself.
"Lads. Why did you shoot at her?"
"Trying to stop the truck."
"She's a civilian you muppets. I take it that the truck's in no shape to drive, or you would've brought it back. You could have killed her." He pets a hand over your head, plucking out a few leaves. "You shouldâve let her go."
"She stole your truck!" Soap protests.
"So what? It's wrecked now anyway, innit?" The silence behind you speaks volumes. "Alright, doll, why don't you go get cleaned up? " he murmurs against the top of your head. "I need to talk to the lads, and what I have to say is not fit for a lady's ears."
He gently ushers you into the house and closes the door firmly behind you. You trudge upstairs, feeling utterly pathetic, and lock yourself into the bathroom. Still sniffling, you comb sticks and leaves out of your hair with your fingers and put yourself into a hot shower, where you give yourself the freedom to cry your eyes out, hoping that the sound of water drowns your stifled sobs.
The house is quiet when you shut off the shower and dry yourself off. You wrap the shirt you'd slept in around you and poke your head out into the hallway. John is right there, holding out a bundle of clothes. "Here, sweetheart," he says softly, like he's worried a sharp word will set you off again. He must have heard everything. "I sent the boys to deal with the truck and that tail light, so it's just us. Just come on downstairs when you're ready."
You open the door wide enough to accept the clothes, and he turns to leave again, content to leave anything else to be said when you make it downstairs.
He'd obviously taken his cue from what you'd been wearing already, because he gives you a sweater and jeans again, comfortable worn in things. You go downstairs carefully, every joint and muscle in your body aching, even after the shower.
"How do you take your coffee?" he asks. "Or do you prefer tea?"
"Coffee, please. I can make it. I'd feel better if I did, honestly." You skirt around him to the cupboard where you'd seen Gaz take mugs out, recognizing your own nestled among John's mismatched ones. You put milk and sugar in your favourite mug, and pour in coffee, stirring it throroughly. The clink of the spoon is loud, and so is the pan he sets on the stove top.
"Eggs and toast okay?" He asks.
"Um, yeah. That would be nice. Over easy?"
"Yes ma'am." He looks at you over his shoulder while butter melts in the pan, blue eyes all worry. "Did I say something to you last night? Maybe the sort of thing that made you feel like you needed to steal a truck and run as fast as you could away from here?"
"Um. Yes." You hold onto the mug with both hands. "Some stuff about wanting to start a family. With me."
His ears turn pink. "I see."
"I suppose this is where you tell me it was just the whiskey talking, right?" you ask hopefully. You like him, even if itâs ill-advised, maybe even dangerous to do so.
"Wish I could."
Your stomach twists. âOh.â
John turns around fully, guilt and sadness written all over his handsome face. He steps closer and touches your arm gently. âIâm so sorry about what my boys have put you through, sweetheart. None of this has been right.â He sighs, brushing a few tendrils of still-wet hair away from your face, studying you, those intense blue eyes focused on you intently. âBut thereâs something special about you, doll. I really do want to keep you forever. Not if youâre scared, and not if you feel forcedâ Itâs just, the thought of you leavin' and never wanting to speak to me again isâ I donât want that.â
You swallow nervously. âThis is just really overwhelming.â
âI know. If Iâd known, I wouldnât have let this happen. Soap really could have just given you my number.â The smile he gives you is hopeful, and you canât help but return it, just a little. âNow go sit down, doll. Let me take care of breakfast, hm?â
You nod and move to the table, sitting where you can watch him, and peek out the window too. The car is gone, but the van is still there for the moment, sitting idly to the side. You consider making another run for it, but your aching limbs protest even the thought. Thereâs not enough fight in you, and youâre not even sure you want to fight John, not the way you do the other three. His only crime has been wanting you to stay, and being a bit overzealous about it. You canât be mad at him for that, can you? It isnât really his fault.
Well, it might be his fault, in a roundabout way. He trained them, taught them how to ruthlessly pursue an objective. Itâs just not his fault they canât keep it from coming home with them. Thatâs a clear failure of whoever does their mental health assessments.
You sip your coffee and watch John crack eggs into a pan. He keeps glancing at you, and his smile flickers on a little longer each time that he catches you looking back, until he doesnât stop smiling, and just looks happy, glad to have you there, even if youâre just keeping a silent vigil on the other side of the room.
It's not like you have anywhere to go. It'll take days at least to feel like you haven't just been in a car crash, and days more to locate everything to pack it back up. So long as you don't have to share a bed with John again, you think you could live with this, for at least a week. It can't be that terrible, so long as the others leave you alone. You rather hope they just leave. If you asked, would John send them away?
"John," you say as he sets a plate with buttered toast and a couple of eggs on it in front of you, and sets a couple tablets of paracetamol beside your plate. "If I stay⌠Will they be staying too?"
"I'm going to have them leave this afternoon. That alright with you? We can go for a walk to the neighbours while they pack up, if you're up for it. Maybe dr-- Well, not drive." He sets his own plate down and sits next to you, handing you a knife and a fork. âHave to get that sorted out. But the neighbours-- Rob and Melissa-- Their dog just had puppies a few weeks ago. Do you like dogs?â
You nod, breaking the yolks of one of the eggs with a corner of toast. "My parents had a dog when I was growing up. Some kind of German shepherd cross. Best boy. His name was Rob Roy, because he was a wee outlaw. Mam found him digging in the trash and--" you stop and give John a baleful look. "Sorry. That was more than you were asking."
"No, that's the most you've said at once this whole time. I'd listen to you talk all day, doll. Don't ever apologize."
"Sorry I-- Oh, shit, sorry--" you press your fingers to your mouth, cutting yourself off. "Force of habit."
"I'd like to see you lose that one. You have nothin' to apologize for. Not one damn thing, and especially not talking. I think you have the prettiest voice I've ever heard."
You roll your eyes, but you can't help smiling. "You're just saying that."
He touches your arm lightly. "You don't know me too well yet, doll, but I never just say anything."
Yet hangs in the air, heavy and deliberate. He wants you to know him, wants you to stay with him, wants you to like him. Even if it makes no sense, the offer is tempting. It's been a long time since you've let someone get closeâ You've had the occasional fling, and the odd reunion with an ex that youâd stayed friends with, but grief is like a canyon you can't bear to cross. What if you love someone and you lose them, the way you lost your parents? How could you live with that all over again?
Still, there's something that feels like warm sunlight in his smile, and you can't help but incline toward him, slowly but surely reaching for the light. No one can live in the shade forever. Thereâs no nobility in suffering.
So you let yourself talk, at least a little. And he listens, hanging on to your words like they're precious, gazing at you with something unfurling in his expression that you can't name. You're almost afraid to try.
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#Retirement Party#Chapter 4 - Runaway#Whoops forgor to do this earlier#sorry friends I shouldn't make self-imposed deadlines I know the guy that sets em and he's a pushover#Doll girl you are doomed do not let that man give you the big hopeful blue eyes he is TROUBLE#Seriously though what is WRONG with these guys they are not making good decisions even a little#dark fic#cod mw fanfiction#john price x reader#OC: Doll#x reader#Sorry she's become more of a character and it's harder to deny her personhood for the x reader bit#so hopefully you can just enjoy being Doll for a hot minute
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Wicked Will Flop | Bit City
#ian hecox#macdoesit#anthony padilla#courtney miller#shayne topp#damien haas#angela giarratana#amanda lehan canto#arasha lalani#spencer agnew#chanse mccrary#olivia sui#trevor evarts#tommy bowe#smosh#smgifs#bit city#this might be my fave yet#just for the variety#also mvp for ian mac and amangela#ian was on fire in this and that singing???#was wondering why trevor was in the ariana sketch instead of amangela but the answer was so much better. the grip guys are insane#thank goodness hot goss did not drag for a long time
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His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#tulu xuanwu#blood#Vomit on his sweater already; mom's spaghetti#I love drawing teenji because he gets to be a lot more expressive than Older Lan Wangji.#wwx is trying so hard to be supportive and it keeps backfiring for lwj.#âThere's no way I would ever want you carnally ^_^â meanwhile the guy who wants him carnally is losing his mind in agony.#Hot tip if you keep finding yourself in Lan Zhan's shoes: consider being more obvious. Give up on trying to be subtle with an ADHDer.#His game is SO BAD. Abysmally bad rizz. I do not think it was possible for these to to have a chance to get together in this life.#He has no plan. He has no healthy outlet for his feelings. He is looking at his half naked crush and losing his shot.#F in the chat for Lan Zhan. He's just been accidently rejected and he is about to be accused of being straight.#Meta commentary moment: I am going to try very hard to be more consistent with outfits and details across comics#I have had some...difficulties in the past with forgetting details (COUGH the vermillion mark COUGH)#New year new goals! Wish my ADHD eyes and brain good luck!
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I need a binggeyuan fic where it's post bingge vs bingmei, and it's the classic bingge goes searching for a sqq of his own finds sy yada yada
BUT
First of all, Time in this world isn't lagged behind or something
And second of all, The ONLY and BIGGEST difference between the sqq sy and china sy is that china sy IS STILL ALIVE
and we know that shen yuan died early 20's I like to headcanon he's around 21-22 when he died, it was like 3 years before immortal alliance conference and I think bingmei spent 3 years in the abyss so sy would be 27-28 and then plant coma happens for 5 years so svsss sy is still in like 27-28 mentally but technically is around 32-33
Soooo
STILL ALIVE SY WOULD BE 33 ISH
NOT OLD AND LIKE PEOPLE CAN OBSESS FOR YEARS BUT IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY IF SY THINKS OF PIDW AS A PHASE
LIKE THAT WOULD BE AMAZING (and honestly pretty in character like obsessing over something until it's squeezed dry and then moving on, sounds pretty sy to me, at least in my headcanons lmao)
oh yeah and the bingge shows up like
"I want you, love me"
And sy, with eyebags, scruffy but in like a "messy bun" way (not bad scruffy like serving cunt scruffy), maybe he has a job coz his parents threatened to cut him off if he continues to just leech off them past 25,
Is just sat there, on his laptop probably reading another webnivel like
"Wtf, why did some xianxia demon style guy show up in my room, you remind me of that guy from a novel phase I had đ¤á´´á´šá´šá´š"
Better again if he's like half way there to realizing he's gay, maybe he goes around and if someone asks he's like "pretty sure I'm bisexual? Is that what it's called? Yeah? Yeah okay"
You know, 13 years of obsessing over sexy men on the internet and having a younger sister who's in the know, and the addition of 2 older brothers who his meimei definitely coerced into nagging at sy, will probably get at least a little cog going ykyk
So yeah I need it.
I'mma just a spiral into my corner about this
I can't write so I'm just drawing my shitty little drawings of my little scrubklys
#svsss#pidw#honeslty I want him to be like#44 years old#i think I can make it work actually#bingge takes another 10 years or so to find his world?#Yeahh đ#yeHhhđ¤#Ima genius#older men are so hot#gimme middle aged scrunkly shen yuan with eye bags#gimme sy who's honestly good with kids but will tell you he makes children cry on accident#Gimme sy who used to be coworker hating asshole constantly#Complaing to human resources#Until about 3 years into the job#the whole office job shit just killed his energy to be a total hater#Hes like a that one older guy who will honestly look ready to drop dead until he gives you a#a werthers original and a head Pat like#Youll get used to it dw kid#And you just want this man to make you some tea and read you a bedtime story#That vibe#That energy#shen qingqiu#luo binghe#shen yuan#cang qiong mountain sect#moshang is also there#Sqh is like 46 whilst sy is 44 ish#Yeahh hehehe#posts
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Tumblr keeps popping up to sell me ad free dashboard. But what it doesn't understand is that me and the ads have a sort of symbiosis at this point.
The guys from the fake gameplay trailers for a predatory mobile app are my blorbos
#the kings return to do WHAT?#oh my god they put him in a situation#last year he was solving fake puzzles and this year he is shooting hordes of zombies while trying to chokse#which gate that looks like all the other gates in all the other shooting hordes of zombies games#ooh whats my little phoenix wright up to?#begging to be drooled on by a giant cyclops with gianter boobs?#hell yeah you go little pheonix knight#endure or divorce! what will she pick! blond bimbo and boo monstersinc freeze to death in the cold water#my heart will go on#after their nasty dad ate all the food! the tragedy#oh heres another trailer with that same nasty dad! hes snorkling? where is my daccoon eyed woman WHAT THE FUC#SOMEONE POURED (POOP?) INTO HIS SNORKLE THATS SO TERRIBLE#theyre running away wherre is the bimbo oh its all frozen#everythign froze so fast and now nasty dad is in a winter coat and also changed his entire physique#now hes gathering logs now hes buikding a settlement#damn guess we know what happened after the divorce!#and thats how you know the winter log game is by the same company as (one of many) repair the house game#thry got nasty dad model#and he is GOING places#if yiu ever hear 'i finally found a game that is exactly what they show in the ads!' no you didnt#i would love to play the fat guy fighting a horse for the last drop of water#hes like me fr#but hes too busy building underground rooms with the hot chick who may or may not die#SPEAKING OF HOT CHICKS i love that game where you romance a level 10 babe#not a crook or informant thats her whole job description#level 10 babe#she cqn be romanced by picking her off the ground or by showing her money (which you dont have)#but the other guy does!#i wonder what halpens to her#oh good shes upgraded to mafia wife! good for her and she has some buns in the oven too she must be so happOH NO
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mi capitĂĄn, a seguir mejorĂĄndonos â¤ď¸đ
#pedri#pedri gonzalez#la liga#fc barcelona#football#futbol#soccer#mi club hasta la muerte#disappointed abt the loss but i know my team will bounce back from this and continue being the best in europe#â¤ď¸đ#culers#visca barca#visca catalunya#okay guys i couldnât resist the urges pedri is so HOT#AHHHHH HE LOOKS SO GOOD#pepi does that lip thing everytime hes listening to the interviewers questions it so adorbs
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