#happy serotonin sunday!

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Happy Serotonin Sunday ❤️💜💞 pretty please feel free to share anything that has helped bring you joy in the past week~

I've had a chaos of a week *from friend emergencies to outings and to getting everything together for a trip* but it's been oh so lovely- (well i think- I am kind of looking it from "the week is finally done" pov 😭😭)

But- this Friday I went to see Peter Noone and the Herman's Hermits! A few things I didn't know was my "uncle" after I was "you're going to see them without me?!" to my father and him (in late may)- he had gotten me second row- row b (theb- deobi hehe) to see them. He kept going "you gotta sort your tickets but kate sits in row b" and 🥺

Anyways- I got to see him perform so many cool songs- but if you know how down bad I am for the monkees rn- *my feed was solely monkees for a while* I nearly let out a yelp when he started a Davy Jone's impersonation and then started performing Daydream Believer. 😭😭 I felt that it was vv much for me- and then we got to have a *FREE* meet and greet- 😭 but then I saw fucking picture of MIKE NESMITH (my favorite monkee) BUDDY- MIKE NESMITH WAS ON THE POSTER WALL!??! And I got to talk to a fellow Nesmith fan?!?! She was in her 60s- and it was the first time I met a fellow nez fan-

Then ofc- I did get to meet *and get a photo w/* Peter Noone~ He was so sweet- "You were smiling so bright in the crowd!" It was so fun- ik I'm gonna see a tbz concert vv soon- but this??! Ugh- it was so fun!! I had him sign my ticket- and then I got to meet the guitarist and got a photo with him too-

[There were many little moments- but these were some of the highlights!]

[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

🎂Happy Birthday Gavin🎂

Rating:🔞 Explicit-sexual content🔥 Fandom:💙Detroit Become Human💙 Ships: Hankconvin900, Nines x Gavin x Hank x Connor Tags: Birthday sex, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, bukkake, Bottom Gavin, M/M/M/M, DBH polycule, PWP- plot what plot/porn without plot, Daddy kink, sir kink, degradation/humiliation kink, unsafe sex A/N: this took me all day, please give it some love🤝💙

Of all the places to be, on his least favorite day of the year, he has to be at phcking work, sitting through yet another PR meeting about ‘Accepting Androids in the workplace.’

The revolution last November changed the world, and now, 10 or so months later, things are just starting to balance back out. And that he thinks has more to do with two Androids in particular, who were able to reach Gavin in a way even Hank, his longtime friend and partner couldn't. 

He sure didn't make it easy. Gavin never makes anything easy. But they persisted. And now he’s moved back into Anderson's house, he’s work partners with Nines, and he, Nines, Connor, and Hank are in the weirdest, most unpredicted polycule he's ever been a part of. 

It's been great, at least the last couple of months have been. Like he said, he didn't make the transition easy. But once they found the key to getting Gavin to open up, everything just kinda spilled out. Then it was easier. Because the shit Gavin was actually mad about finally came out, and he learned Connor and Nines weren’t really that bad of dudes. Annoying, yeah, but hey, so was he.

They also helped introduce Gavin to some of the best sex he’s ever had. Turns out, having two high-stamina Androids as fuck buddies had its advantages. The pair opened him and Hank up to a world of new kink opportunities that had the additional side effect of bringing them all closer together as a result. Which he guesses is good too. He’s certainly happier than he’s been- 

Nines bumps his shoulder, and Gavin only notices now he’s drooling. He wipes his mouth quickly with the back of his hand before clearing his throat. No one in the large lecture hall outside of Nines caught the action, which Gavin was grateful for. His phone lit up with a silent message from the Android just a moment later. 

{Bored Gavin? Or daydreaming again?} 1:43 PM

Gavin chuckles quietly before slipping his phone under the table. They were all adult officers, looking at their phones wasn’t disallowed, but Gavin was trying to be polite with how much he was actively not paying attention. 

[I can think of at least 15 things I’d rather be doing with my time than this…] 1:44 PM

{This is a required seminar for all officers} 1:44 PM

[Yeah, I know, but it’s not like I’m gonna give Androids any trouble anymore.] 1:44 PM 

[Even if I tried, you’d kill me before I got half a sentence out.] 1:44 PM

Gavin sent the message and waited for Nines to read it. A growing warmth bloomed in his gut when the side of Nines' mouth turned up in amusement. 

{You're correct, I would.} 1:45 PM

Gavin assumes it would be left at that, and starts to try and pay attention. Until another message popped up. 

{Only a little bit longer now. We will be leaving for the day after this.} 1:47 PM

That surprised Gavin.

[As much as I’m pro ditching work, don’t think Fowler’s gonna go for it.] 1:47 PM

Nines' face remained stoic and emotionless, giving nothing away.  

{The request for PTO has been entered and accepted for months.} 1:48 PM

Gavin’s mouth dropped open. Because he sure as hell didn't put in the request. He prefers to work on his birthday. Helps him avoid thinking about it. About Cole. About everything. 

Nines sent another message. 

{Just because you refuse to acknowledge the day doesn’t mean it ceases to exist Gavin.} 1:48 PM

Gavin flushed red and flipped his phone over on the desk. He was done talking about this. He had purposely avoided telling Nines and Connor when it was for this reason. Though in hindsight, it was kind of stupid to think two supercomputers didn't have access to something as mundane as his birthday, but still. Hank knew how he felt about it. He’s made it crystal clear. 

He didn't say anything to Nines for the rest of the meeting. 

It was a quiet and un-phcking-comfortable 36 minutes. 

⭕

“GAVIN, WAIT!” Nines is shouting after him, but he doesn't want to talk about it. 

“I PHCKING HATE SUPRISE PARTIES,” he shouts back instead. He’s so edgy by the time he reaches his car he drops his keys twice, and Nines catches up to him… 

“Gavin, I know how you feel about your birthday-” Nines starts, but Gavin doesn't let him finish. 

Gavin acts before he considers all ramifications and grabs Nines by his jacket. He sees red. He shoves Nines until his back hits the four-door. 

“No! You don’t know shit,” he insists furiously. 

When Nines' face exposes genuine shock and his LED flashes red does Gavin remember that he's a mushy, mortal, sack of bones who just physically, stupidly, assaulted a top-of-the-line Police Bot. Who ya know, also happened to be his partner and nonconventional boyfriend. He should definitely let go. Why can’t he let go?

“Let go of me Gavin,” Nines insists calmly, LED back to a steady and less homicidal, cyan. 

Gavin does. Immediately grateful Nines chose mercy and both his wrists were still intact. He straightens his own clothes before unlocking his car. 

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m not asking you to. Just, to keep an open mind. We have spent a fair bit of time setting this up for you.”

“Who’s we?”

Nines opens the passenger side and slides into the seat without answering. 

Gavin’s teeth clench but he yanks himself into the driver's seat. When he pulls on his seatbelt, Nines finally answers. 

“Connor, Hank, and I.”

That admission has a fair bit of Gavin’s anxiety melting off his shoulders and leveling out his temper. 

“Just you guys,” he clarifies as he turns the engine over. 

“Yes. Unless you want to extend the invite to others.”

Gavin shook his head. 

“Not really.” 

Gavin didn't trust anyone else like he trusted them. 

⭕

When they pull up to Hank’s house Sumo rushes out to greet them. 

“Hey buddy.” 

The comfort of Hank’s dog helps ease more of the discomfort Gavin is feeling as he walks up to unknowns in the house. Nines doesn't rush him inside, so he takes an extra minute, waiting until he can breathe without wheezing before heading inside. 

⭕

The rest of his anxious reservations melt upon opening the door. 

“O-Oh.”

“Yes,” Nines confirms. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner. I was bound to secrecy. Connor threatened fratricide.”

“I did,” Connor smiles, sitting completely naked on the living room couch, with Hank between his legs. “Welcome home, Gavin.” 

“Phck me,” Gavin pants, because it's suddenly way too hot in here and he swears his jeans just shrank.

“That was the plan,” Nines confirms amusedly, and his hand finds Gavin’s low back. “Shall we join them?”

Gavin’s having trouble making his mouth form words so he nods. The drool is back in full force,  because there really is no prettier sight than a naked Hank Anderson, on his knees sucking cock. 

⭕

While Connor continues to use Hank’s throat, Nines is opening Gavin up on his fingers over the loveseat. It gets easier and quicker every time they do this, but it's becoming increasingly obvious to Gavin that Nines is taking his time on purpose tonight. 

“Please Sir,” Gavin asks, pushing his ass back against the long slender digits. He needs so much more than just two fingers inside him.  

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that,” Nines hums and it makes Gavin weak. 

“I’ll say whatever the phck you want as long as you don’t stop touching me.”

Nines rewards him with another slick finger, pumping gently in and out with the others. Gavin relaxes even further in the Android’s grasp.

“Why aren't you obedient like this more often? You’d get what you want faster.”

“It’s no fun being good all the time,” Gavin laughs, a little breathless from the sudden increase in speed. “Ask Connor.”

Connor looks up from Hank, who currently has all of Connor’s cock in his throat. The brunette grins and slips his hand into the older man’s silver hair, holding Hank’s face in place.  

“He’s right,” Connor shrugs. To emphasize his point, he pushes Hank down further, waiting until the last possible moment before pulling Hank back by his hair so he could breathe. 

The sputtering sound Hank made upon removal was gorgeous; wet, gasping, and needy as he tries to keep any part of Connor’s cock in his mouth while he takes some much-needed breaths. 

Gavin’s cock spits more fluid. It’s so phcking hot. They are so phcking hot. He could watch that shit on a loop forever. 

“I think that's enough Connor,” Nines says a moment later, and both Connor and Hank are up and moving without a fuss, walking towards the bedroom.

Gavin is confused why they aren't following. Nines pushes in another finger and twists them until Gavin squeaks, holding him right where he wants him as Gavin catches his breath. When he has, Nines takes his chin and kisses him, forcing the air right back out. 

Nines chuckles and the heat sends goosebumps rippling down Gavin’s right side. 

“Ready for the next part of your present?” 

Gavin groans. “Oh hell yes.” 

⭕

Four fingers are not enough of a stretch to fully ready himself for Hank’s monster cock, but with a lot of lube and stimulation pretty much everywhere else and Gavin’s too pleasantly distracted to notice any pain upon entry. 

Connor has his mouth and is kissing him filthily and with teeth while Nines has his hand around his cock, pumping Gavin closer and closer to the edge. That plastic bastard Nines knows how sensitive the skin around his piercings is, so his fingers stay there, playing with the slick mess of his tip and pushing his thumb across his piercings until Gavin cries. Hank’s own thrusts inside his body start slow, but every time one of the Androids pulls a ple2ased sound out of him, Hank’s next thrust is harder, deeper, or faster. Like they were competing to see who could get him to bust first. 

Nines’ fingers catch his piercings, tugging against the head and Gavin whines, desperate and needy. Connor’s tongue pushes deep into his throat, chasing the sound and Hank pulls Gavin’s hips flush against his own. The next two dozen snaps are pointed and so perfect they turn his legs to jelly. 

"Daddy-” he whimpers, resting his forehead against Connor’s while he attempts to catch his breath through the powerful thrusts. “Please."

Hank’s hand comes down on his ass cheek hard and the sound echoes perfectly off the walls. 

“Again,” Gavin groans. Hank delivers another slap as hard as the first one. Gavin’s cock spits more fluid into Nines’ hand. "Fuck, again." Gavin is sobbing. His prostate is under repeated abuse and every thrust of Hank’s cock is so much to take he feels delirious on pleasure. Connor swallows down his every moan, biting into his neck when he wants to hear him cry and Gavin loves the feeling of being strung out on them.  

"Getting close already baby," Hank chuckles knowingly and Gavin doesn’t have an ounce of energy left to feel shame. 

"Pleaaase," Gavin begs, because the ache in his core is driving him feral. He needs it. Nines has finally stopped touching his dick but it doesn't matter, he’s gonna cum no matter what. 

"Get up then, I don't think Nines or Connor can see how wet your cock is."

Gavin doesn't have time to think of a retort because he's being pulled up against Hank’s chest that next minute. The new position allows the final few inches to slip in and break Gavin's brain. 

"Ph-ck, oh god, yes, Daddy-” Gavin whimpers, quieter than a whisper. 

“There you go,” Hank praises before taking Gavin’s cock into his hand, “you boys see that?”  

"Sloppy mess, as per usual," Nines agrees and Gavin thrashes as that degradation sends a powerful wave of arousal down his spine.  

"He's absolutely gorgeous," Connor whispers. His eyes are still on Gavin, taking in every inch of his exposed and vulnerable form and making Gavin feel all kinds of ways. 

"Hear that Sweetheart?" Hank praises, and Gavin is too lust-drunk to do anything but feel and whine. 

"Can I- come on, please-"

"Yeah baby, go ahead, let us see you.”

Gavin whines as his long overdue orgasm punches out of him, rocketing his body down and then immediately away from the enormous cock inside him. It hurts to be full, but he doesn't want to be empty either. Where he stopped and where Hank’s holding him is perfect. 

Nines and Connor’s eyes haven’t left his cock which is pumping white all over his stomach and the carpet below. He wants to stay here forever. It aches in his balls just the way he likes. Relaxes his muscles and releases so much tension. Clears his mind, and makes him feel light, high, and floaty. 

Until Hank starts thrusting again and Gavin desperately needs a break. Just for a second. 

“Hank,” Gavin whines, because his prostate is so sensitive. 

“I got ya baby, don’t worry.” 

Hank pulls out slow, kissing down the back of Gavin’s neck because knows his body and his sounds better than anyone.

“Thank you,” he gasps, and he’s melting right back into that warm floaty place.  

“Course,” Hank chuckles warmly, “can’t break our fuck toy before the twins even get a full turn with ya.”

“Phck,” Gavin gasps, more cum dribbles out of the sensitive tip of his spent cock and he barely has the energy to moan. He wants it though. Even if it’ll wipe him out for the next two days, he wants it. 

Nines and Connor each return to his side. Connor hands him a glass of water and he’s so grateful he could cry. 

⭕

When they get back at it again, Hank elects to watch the next round from his armchair. Gavin is in the center of their Cali king mattress, naked on his knees with his arms behind his back. They’ve caged his cock, because Gavin doesn't want to cum again just yet. 

Nines and Connor are standing at the foot of the bed. They haven’t started touching him yet either, which is as agonizingly frustrating as it is intimidating. Probably because they just kept looking at him, obviously communicating telepathically because both of their LEDs were flashing. 

It’s been like this for a while, not even Hank is putting up a fuss about the lack of action. Gavin begins to wonder just how long they have been planning this. 

When something in Connor’s eyes changes and he flushes blue Gavin starts to squirm under the gaze. It moves the plug in his ass, lining it up a little better with his still-sensitive prostate. He moans before doing it again. 

Evidently, that's enough of a rule break to receive the wrath of Nines' glacial stare.

“Didn't say you could move slut. Flip over, onto your stomach. Now.”

Gavin tries to hold back his pleased grin as he does what Nines instructs. He didn't hate getting punished, it was so much better than not being touched at all. 

When Gavin is comfortable on his stomach, Nines grabs his hips and pulls him backward, until his legs fall over the edge of the mattress.  

“You’ll appreciate the angle better,” Nines explains and Gavin is sure he’s right. His fingers then move between Gavin’s ass cheeks, finding the plug and pulling it free. Some of Hank’s release came out with it and dripped down Gavin’s caged balls. Hank and Connor both gasped their appreciation.

“Phck,” Gavin pants and Nines chuckles before slipping two fingers inside him.  

“Feeling impatient?”

“What do you think?” Gavin sasses and Nines pulls his fingers out. Gavin is pushing back to try and follow them but Nines’ steel grip on his hip has him halted in place. Pleasure burns hot in his gut. “Please, Sir, please fuck me?”

“Yes. but I’m not gonna cum inside you.”

“What? Why not?” Gavin whined, surprising everyone but Nines. 

Nines spanks him hard, harder than Hank and it has Gavin bucking against the mattress just from sheer force. The sting that follows is blissful, and Gavin relaxes onto his chest. “‘Sorry Sir,” he hums and Nines smiles. Though he can't see it from this angle.

“Because I’m going to paint you with it instead.”

That has Gavin groaning along with the full-body shudder the suggestion caused. Evidently Hank had let the twins in on that particular kink of his. He’d be mad, if it didn't make him so phcking hot to imagine it. 

“Is that alright?” Nines asks and Gavin realizes he didn't speak.

“Phck yeah,” Gavin pants.

“Sir please…” Gavin begs again for who knows how many times now. Nines and Connor have been edging him for close to an hour now. His cock is still trapped in the cage and the floor below is puddling with Gavin’s precum. 

Nines and Connor’s matched assaults with their cocks paired with Hank’s filthy praises have brought him to the absolute edge but never over and it's killing him. Gavin’s been reduced to a shaking, whimpering, pathetic pile, just begging to be destroyed and they still won’t do it. 

“What was that Gavin? Did you say something?” Nines asks cheekily, pulling Gavin’s hips down, the tip of the android's cock pressed against Gavin’s prostate which throbs it's so sore now.  

“Sir, Connor, please.”

“What do you need Gavin?” Connor asks, voice so much gentler than his younger, meaner brothers. 

“Cum on me, and then let me cum for you. Please, I can’t take any more.”

“Hmm, I suppose you have suffered enough,” Nines chuckles. 

Connor’s hand leads Gavin’s mouth back onto his cock while Nines' hands are busy between Gavin’s legs. He hears the blissful sounds of the lock tumblers and then the cage is falling free. 

“Thank you, phck, thank you,” Gavin pulls off to gasp, because his dick is quickly filling, and Nines has him flipped over, back onto the center of the mattress. 

“Hank, did you still want to record this?” Connor asks Hank and Gavin feels another pull of arousal in his gut. 

“Better hurry,” Gavin warns and is rewarded with the first taste of Nines' orgasm on his tongue. It tasted like nothing, well not nothing, he tasted like flavorless, water-based lube. With every pump of Nines’ hand, Gavin is coated with a warm slick release. Every drop that landed on his cock has him bucking up, eager to cum. Too eager actually. “Phck,” Gavin pants, gripping the base of his cock to keep the orgasm back. Connor still had his turn to take after all. 

The brunette in question gained his attention now. He straddled Gavin and the detective was excited for the up close and personal view. 

“Pump it,” Connor orders and Gavin drops his own cock in favor of mono-focusing on Connors. He loves watching Connor cum. Loves how expressive his dumb, pretty face is when he’s toppling over the edge into oblivion. 

Connor’s eyebrows bunch together, signaling he is about to shoot and the words are falling out of Gavin’s mouth before he can stop them. 

“Mark your claim Con.”

Connor’s head falls back and his cock is still in Gavin’s hand. Cum is spurting across Gavin’s chest, under his chin, and pooling around the base of his cock, making everything so much wetter. Gavin is surprised he hasn’t cum yet. 

When Connor finally recovers from his orgasm, he’s moving. Not far, just enough to line up his hole with Gavin’s cock and sit on it.  

“Phck!” Gavin curses.

“Say my name, I love when you beg it,” Connor groans, tightening around his cock and rocking against him. 

Gavin chokes on his gasp, he thrusts into Connor hard. These androids drove him fuckin’ crazy.

“Connor,” he says, cock near bursting. 

“Yes Detective?” Connor chuckles, hot, wet, and secret in his ear and that's it. Gavin can’t hold back anymore. 

“Connor, phck, phck-” he’s cumming. Hard because he’s been edged for so damn long. Because each of them has thoroughly scratched each of his kinks. His hips thrust up against Connor’s ass as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. Connor pulled him forward until he could kiss him. Gavin kisses him back.

⭕

“So, how did you like your birthday gift?” Connor asked. 

Gavin turned to where the Android was currently curled up against him post-sex and smirked. Nines was on his opposite side. Hank was snoring behind Connor, his arm draped across the android's hip and hand interlocked with Gavin’s. Gavin didn't blame Hank for passing out, nor was he mad. He was seconds away from falling asleep himself. Gavin nods to answer Connor’s question.  

“Easily, best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Nines hums pleasantly whereas Connor smiles like Gavin hung the fucking moon. 

“Really?”

Gavin nods. 

“Yeah Tin Man, really.”

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

👕  :    your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness - Tarhos and Haru

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ]  . ═══MODERN VERSE═══

Painted nails shone in the light of the sun as his fingers brought the veteran's arm through his sleeve, his usual harsh nature tucked away as he fiddled with each button to close the front of the shirt. Haru's face, generally sharp in its features, now chiseled into soft affection, showed his displeasure with the situation but he didn't say anything as he reached up to straighten the collar. He tried his best to ignore the bandages holding Tarhos' injured shoulder together, but the anger boiling inside of him shows more and more in his black eyes. Dark brows stitch together, coupled with the crinkle of his nose as he gives in and starts to undo the buttons, the huff through flared nostrils revealing the hidden agitation that spilled over as he shook his head.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fucking fair. How many bullets had riddled his body before this one? How many of these scars threatened to snuff out his life--and he was expected to take more because of some rich asshole's power? Hadn't he done enough? What made his boss' life more important, his money? His stupid little K-pop group that he hustled around like hens? Fuck that, fuck all of them too, they weren't worth taking a bullet over-- Haruko realized, in that moment, that he was practically glaring daggers into Tarhos' throat, and he stood up quickly to fold the shirt.

"You're not going, and don't fucking argue with me." Stupid--don't get all emotional over this shit, it was a job. Too late. "Where's your phone? I'll call your boss myself, he can choke for all I care, you're staying home today, you only just off the damn painkillers and I know you've been sleeping like shit," Haru remarked as he swept his long hair up into a ponytail, trying to keep his body turned away so Tarhos wouldn't see the worry lacing his features which carved canyons between his brows. "Just...Stay."

[parfaitblogs]

making the bed ❀ s. reid x reader

in which your night crumbles around you, and spencer is happy to pick up the pieces. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: hurt/comfort  tags: established relationship. (prior) alcohol consumption. reader is semi-drunk (but sobers up). post drinking depression. healthy alcohol information/discussion 🫡 word count: 2.1k a/n: do not read too much into this for you will begin to question why i still enjoy going clubbing. (joke...) 😄 plsss tell me if u liked this or even if u didnt thank u i love uuuuuu

Alcohol is a depressant. 

You remembered the God awful lecture your boyfriend had given you when you woke up one Sunday morning with this feeling of existential dread, and nothing to pin it to. A ramble about how alcohol can temporarily increase the body's production of dopamine and serotonin when entering, causing a worse crash of both chemicals when it leaves. Leaving you, evidently, depressed and anxious after a big night. 

You knew that. 

You also knew how quick you were to seclude within your mind when you were with people. Too many drinks and not enough social interaction tended to lead to your own isolation, sitting on the outer edge of the booth, absentmindedly playing with the charm on the end of your phone. 

The room no longer spun the way it had an hour ago. You missed when it spun. When it spun, you weren't thinking about how little you had to contribute to the conversations your friends were having. You weren't tallying up how many drinks you had already drank, then falling flat when you realised you couldn't remember, and that was a thought more horrifying than knowing it was over ten. You were fun, when the room was a carousel. 

Now, it's simply overwhelming. Loud chattering from both your table, and the surrounding ones. Clinking of glasses at the bar. A sports game on the television across the room. Balls on a pool table being dispersed for the first time in a game. Dancing feet. Music. People. So many fucking people.

Your phone buzzes against the table, and you pick it up before any of your friends could turn their heads to see where the vibrations were coming from. You figured they were too drunk to conclude it was you, anyways. Or to care. 

Spencer had texted you fifteen minutes ago to check in on you, and though it wasn't long ago, you not responding immediately in a flurry of half strung together sentences and emojis was worrying for him. That was probably why his name was now lighting up your screen, a funny photo of him mid-bite of an ice cream as his contact photo, enlarged. 

You hadn't responded for no reason other than the fact that you had no will to. Which should've been a big enough red flag to yourself that you should text him, and you should ask if he can pick you up. Thankfully, he loved to prove how well he could read you, and he was calling you anyways. 

"Hi," you mumble into the phone, angling your body away from your friends, hand held up to your other ear to block out some of the noise the best you could. 

"Hi," he parrots back to you. "You okay?"

An automatic yes manifests on your tongue, but you're quick enough to keep it to yourself before you can lie to him. Instead, you let out a quiet, "No."

He seems to have expected that answer, for he leaves no silence in between your admission and his response. "What can I do to help?" He also seems to be expecting your hesitance at asking him for anything that would require him to move, because he adds, "I can pick you up. Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Yes. Please?"

"I'm already leaving," he tells you, and you can hear his shoes against the wooden floor of his apartment to confirm that. "Did something happen? Are you safe?"

"No, nothing happened. I'm safe," you reassure him. "I started feeling sick so I stopped drinking an hour ago. Now I'm just sad."

"You remember what I told you about it being a depressant?"

"Vividly," you mutter, and while it isn't meant to be funny, you hear him huff a short laugh anyways. It makes you feel a little better. 

"It's important to know," he defends. "I'm sorry I shared important information with you."

"Mm."

Your lack of a verbal response was expected, but he still hated the sound of it regardless. You heard him sigh. "I have to hang up now. I'll be there in forty minutes. Will you be okay?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you too."

No matter how much time had passed, your head lifted every time the door — that your group was so conveniently close to — opened, letting in a rush of cool air and sobering you up with every hit of it. 

True to his word, Spencer was entering the bar after forty minutes, face scrunching up at the sudden onslaught of noises and visual stimuli. Same boat as you, only he had not a drop of alcohol in his body. At least you weren't crazy about it being overstimulating. 

"This is why I don't go to bars," he says once he's approached your booth, and you had stood up next to you, his hand finding an automatic place on your waist. 

"It's usually not this bad," you tell him, but he decides not to ask you anything else upon hearing just how exhausted your voice sounds. You're grateful for that.

The goodbye to your friends is quick, Spencer rattling off a lie about him needing you home for he had work early the next morning, and you only had one key to the apartment. Even the friends who knew that wasn't the case didn't comment on it, and you made a pointless mental note to thank them for it later. You knew you wouldn't. 

The drive home was even faster. Silence, aside from the rush of the wind from your slightly cracked window as Spencer drove, that helped the sick feeling in your stomach from the alcohol you had consumed. 

It didn't seem to help the hollowness of your chest, though.

You weren't sure if anything would, really. A chemical imbalance in your brain — even one as temporary as the deflation from being drunk — was hard to fix without medication. It would go away, yes. But then you would make the mistake of drinking once more, and you would find yourself back in this brain peeling predicament. 

You showered alone. Despite Spencer's offer to join you, and your own personal desire for him to be there with you. It didn't help your fogged mind at all, and you were exiting the bathroom feeling like you had retreated further into your bones. Every movement felt clunky, your skin a heavy coat to your skeleton, restricting your movement down to short shuffles and barely lifted arm movements. 

He was reading when you reentered your bedroom, and you've never seen him put a book and his glasses back on his bedside table faster. He looked visibly tired. Keeping himself awake a seemingly difficult struggle, that you could feel your body heading towards to as well. 

"Hey," he says as you climb into the bed, and he's very patient as you figure out what position you want your bodies in. Head on his chest, but next to him, you had decided on, and his fingers entangled into your hair.

"Hi," you mumble, staring up at the ceiling, counting brush strokes of the paint, as if it were possible to.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

You huff at the phrase, tilting your head upwards so your eyes could land on him. "Do you have a penny?"

He pauses, then angles his head closer towards yours. "Okay, kiss for your thoughts?"

"That'll just distract me."

"Is that what you want?"

You should say no. Arguably the last thing you should be doing when you're sad is let intimacy with your boyfriend distract you. But then again, you're not the best advocate for healthy coping mechanisms anyways. 

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" he muses, and his lips brush against yours. Your heart flutters. 

"I don't really know what I want," you settle on telling him, honestly. "I want my brain to shut up."

His body deflates beneath you, and you feel guilt chip away up your spine at the killing of the less depressing atmosphere. 

"Sorry," you mumble.

"No. It's good. Be honest with me," he reassures you, quietly. His fingers tap at your scalp, "What's going on up here?"

"I'll cry if I try to verbalise it."

"Crying's good for you, you know," he hums.

"I'm pretty sure I still have eyeliner in my waterline. I'll just stain your sheets," you retort. 

"Yeah, probably. That's fine."

You're silent for a few moments, gathering your thoughts in your brain the best you could despite yourself, before you sit up, his hand dropping to the bed beside you.

"I just don't like being... here? Out? I don't know. I'm just really sick of being sad every time I drink. Is there something wrong with me? Did you get sad whenever you drank? Everyone else I know loves going out for drinks because they have fun and they're giggly drunks, or they're clingy drunks. And if I drink too much then I'm a fucking sad drunk, and I'm the only person I know that gets that way. I want to be normal."

He's silent your entire rant, and then some, waiting for your heaving chest to slow, having caught the few tears that slipped down your cheeks. You were grateful — you needed that time.

He reaches a hand out, and you let him tug you back down to the bed, slotting your body atop his own, just so he could see you properly. 

"To answer your question, no, I didn't get sad when I drank," he says, brushing your hair out of your face, before his hands rest on either side of your face. "But I wasn't really happy, either. I just talked more."

"You already talk a lot."

His lips twitch. "I do. Double whatever you think my worst is, and that was me drunk. Focus on the part where I said I wasn't a happy drunk, please."

"But you weren't sad. So there is something wrong with me."

"No, there's not. Alcohol is a depressant," he punctuates his words with a kiss to your nose, which you gratefully accept despite your emotions. "Are you willing to give up alcohol as a whole?" 

"My friends will think I'm boring, then."

He hesitates in his response, but ultimately settles on asking, "Do you think I'm boring because I don't drink?"

"No. Obviously not. And you have a real reason for not drinking, so—"

"—and being sad isn't a real reason to not drink?"

Taken aback by his sudden sternness, you go quiet, breath hitching within your throat. He was right, ultimately. No reason is reason enough. You knew that. 

Sensing your discomfort at his tone, he expels a breath of air and lowers his hands down to your hips. His voice drops to something a little less harsh, as he murmurs, "You are allowed to not want to drink alcohol if you don't like the way it makes you feel. If your friends think you're boring for that, then they're not worth it."

You silently nod your head, beginning to curse your emotional regulators. For while you had kept your tears at bay for the vast majority of this conversation, it seemed all it took was the gentle rubbing of circles onto your hip bones, and a fact checked piece of life advice from your boyfriend to make you cry. 

"Sorry," you sniffle, dropping your head to the crook of his neck to hide your newly tear stricken face. 

"Crying's good for you," he repeats his earlier words, and feels you nod your head. "You don't have to decide tonight. I'd encourage you not to, actually. You're technically still intoxicated."

"I'm sober," you protest, weakly. 

"Okay, honey." He's only agreeing with you to wane any further argument. "I don't think your friends will think you're boring, though, if that's any help."

"I don't think they will either."

He nods his head, and you're relaxing against him a little more. 

"Are you just trying to not be the only loser who doesn't drink?" you mumble, voice muffled by his skin.

"You've caught me."

He relishes in the laugh that leaves your lips, and he places the gentlest of kisses on the side of your head, which prompts you to lift it to look at him again. 

"You're not a loser for not drinking," you say, and his lips pull into a smile. 

He leans his head up, brushing his lips against yours, despite the mix of mint toothpaste and alcohol on your tongue. "I know. You wouldn't be either."

"I know."

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

[fluff-n-cookies]

Thinking about yandad Dabi and his child who's now around 9-11 years old. Your writing has absolutely captivated me <3

Dabi starts getting more possessive, more protective, and certainly more assertive. He's your dad, after all—you HAVE to listen to him, no? It's too dangerous to go outside without him keeping an eye on you, you're still so tiny and fragile. He'll be damned if his kid steps foot out of the apartment without his say so, no ifs or buts.

After a long day of setting people on fire and committing various crimes, Dabi just wants to scoop you up into a bone-crushing hug and plop down onto the couch to snuggle his baby, paying no mind to your complaints.

While he's soft and affectionate towards you, it's a completely different story when it comes to others. Dabi is ruthless and aggressive, destroying anyone and anything that may try to take you away–much less harm you. It doesn't matter how small, Dabi will turn it into ashes without remorse. If you somehow figure out about his actions and try to make a run for it? He'd be crushed, obviously–Dabi can't stand the thought of you fearing him. Rest assured, he'd track you down and bring you back home, suffering you in cuddles while scolding you. He's your dad–you need to listen to him.

(Btw sorry about how long this became didn't realize I was ranting)

omg hi???? thank you for gracing me with this masterpiece??? wtf???? (lovingly)

For those who don't know, this post is related to these

Pt 1, Pt 2

and this is all so fucking true. I plan on making a longer fic on this (sorry to say that I haven't drafted it yet, I'm working on overhaul posts)

but he's so paranoid, so utterly terrified 24/7, he dead bolts all the doors and windows at night and only lets you go outside between 11 AM and 5PM unless it's for school.

speaking of which, he hates them for giving his baby so much homework and taking away from their time together buuttt he genuinely believes you need to get your education, don't skip out on highschool like he did.

and he does this thing, this god awful thing, after dinner, after your daily shower, and after getting you all nice and snuggly for bed and into your cat pajamas. he'll do this thing where he'll hold you tight to his chest while he flicks through the news channel.

now normally this would be fine, perfectly fine, if I weren't for the fact he either goes to true crime channels where they display the horrific acts of villains (himself included) live. he tells you that the world is a horrifying place, that that's how he burned himself, how painful it was, the scorching flames. he doesn't mean to traumatize you, it's just to warn you!

either that, or he'll go to news channels covering endeavor's problems, scandals, recent missions, interviews. please don't ask who that strange man with eyes like yours is. he'll hold you tighter and say in the lightest voice possible. "he's a bad man, don't you dare go near him, he'll hurt you like he hurt me."

don't say anything else after that.

he's just tired, so tired, and you're there, right when he gets home after running "errands". you're his reminder of what he's working towards, this future with no heroes and no pain that he's trying to build. the revenge he longs for and the aftermath where you thrive. really, you're the reason he gets up in the morning these days, the reason he stopped smoking in the house, the reason why there's no more beer in the fridge, only tenderly made lunches that he makes every Sunday to prepare for the week.

you're like this stress ball, this hit of Serotonin and Dopamine and what not. every time you smile he can feel his heart clenching. when he looks at you, he sees the boy he once used to be, happy. you're so happy, so pure.

he refuses to let you go out much, his reasoning being that the world's a terrible place. when you ask what's his job, what he does at "work" every day, he only chuckles.

"Oh baby, I'm trying to makes this world a better place, my job is to try and stop all the bad things from happening. I'm a type of... Freedom fighter, really."

and he so, so, so so so so so so sweet to you. you have never known Dabi, ruthless arsonist and serial killer. you have never known Touya, a boy lost in his own insanity and deprivation of paternal love. both are vicious, people, downright insane. one's a criminal the other's incapable of ever recovering from his own madness and fury.

the only person you know is your Dad, Dad's a nice guy, he plays doll house and dress up with you and watches cartoons with you every morning before school. he lets you wear his jacket when you're cold and left yours at school in your cubby, and he takes you out for donuts or ice cream monthly. sure, he doesn't have money, he can't buy you that many toys and sometimes they turn the light off because he missed too many bills, but he loves you. that's all you need to know.

Dad is a kind person, he's not Dabi or Touya, he's definitely not a hero. he's your dad.

And Dad does the best job of gas-lighting you to hell and back. you want to go outside after 5 or before 11? welp, he's not coming with you, sorry honey, maybe tomorrow. what do you mean you'll go anyway? the boogeyman'll get you! (it's him, he's the boogeyman, he knows you won't last a second out in the real world with your loving father's help and he's going to exploit it the moment you start to show independence.)

but it's very unlikely that Dabi would ever even get the chance to do this when you're 9-11 years old, you know why? because you'll be in Endeavor's custody by then. I refuse to elaborate since then I'll be spoiling the plot of Part 3 and I don't want that.

P.S. you wanna be tagged?

[glittertrail]

YES THIS IS GORGEOUS

by unpopular demand, I'm back! We're throwing a giant costume ball in a fancy castle for Halloween. The grander the better. There's no budget constrictions to take into account, the world's your oyster, tell me, what would you go dressed as? How would it look? Does the party have a theme? If you were to host it what'd be the vibe? Where are you usually found at in parties? 😊

you're back by POPULAR demand!!!!!!!!!!!

If we celebrated Halloween down here it'd be in spring, I'd love a nature/forest themed party? Critters, witches, DnD characters, plants. I'm usually not at parties <3

Costume wise, I'm thinking Lucy Gray Baird if she was designed by Sasha Colby, with lots more emphasis on the snakes. I'd keep the pretty leather boots and the shape of the dress, but make it darker + add rings, golden jewelry, snakes wrapped around her arms, lace and see through fabrics... Maybe some witchy elements, I love leather pouches and reading people's palms at parties.

[sitp-recs]

Hello dear Liv! I just wanted to pop into your ask box and tell you how ecstatic and grateful I am to see you around again. I missed you dearly — as one of my favourite reccers and someone who is so integral to my (and so many others’) fandom experience, it is such a gift to have you back! Your reclists are the most thoughtfully curated and crafted with so much love and care. What you do is so, so, so important and I am thankful everyday to share this space with you. ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for everything you do!! All my love <3

Ahh Kat!!! This made me tear up first thing in the morning, I was not expecting to start my Sunday feeling so emotional 🥺 thank you for taking the time to write such a kind and generous message. I’ve been around, just not as active as I used to be a couple years back. 2024 has been full of ups and down (not just for me, I’m sure!) and it’s hard to stay engaged when you’re not reading much. At some point I completely lost my muse for single recs, but I loved hearing your thoughts on the lists - they were not the initial purpose of this blog but I’m happy to serve as long as people find them helpful :)

Your message was very special and a great boost of serotonin, thank you my darling! I hope you’ve been taking care of yourself, and here’s to hoping that 2024.2 will be generous and give us time and energy to enjoy fandom at its fullest 💜

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics with edging and a ruined orgasm as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

🌒 Switch Out The Batteries by istajmaal, LoadedGunn

(E, 88k, sex dice) Two years after meeting in a sex shop, Harry's just returning to Louis from a month-long tour in the States, and they come up with a wholesome bonding exercise.

🌒 a cage for every ugly spirit by sarcasticfluentry

(E, 15k, Lent) First-year uni student Harry gives up orgasms for Lent, featuring a cock cage and weekly prostate milkings on Sundays. Warning for religion kink. Written for the 1D Novena Ficathon.

🌒 you're stumbling like the nazarene by sarcasticfluentry

(E, 13k, Lent) Harry hasn't had an orgasm in six weeks since he gave them up for Lent. On Easter Day, he has five.

🌒 You Kill My Mind by Graefin

(E, 13k, dom/sub) Harry has always been ashamed to reveal his kinks to friends and partners alike. One day he meets a man who seems perfectly designed for him and they embark on a wonderful, sex-filled exploration journey.

🌒 into another (another) serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo

(E, 11k, first time) Sweet first time sex wherein Harry's adorably awkward, Louis is achingly cool, and Harry rides Louis wearing his jersey.

🌒 Yes Daddy, I Will by @fournipplesau

(E, 9k, daddy kink) the one where Harry distracts Louis while he works and gets the punishment he deserves, and so badly wants.

🌒 Tingle running through my bones by @lunarheslwt

(E, 5k, dom/sub) Harry wants a new toy, Louis knows what he needs, and Harry gets more than he bargained for.

🌒 audacious by alongthewatchtower

(E, 5k, dom/sub) It's not a condom in Harry's pocket. It's not a hair tie, either.

🌒 Cross the Line and Back Again by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry

(E, 4k, jealousy)  the one in which Louis gets back at Harry by withholding sex long enough for him to turn into a horny, quivering mess and then makes sure he can't walk straight for a week.

🌒 Reverse This by larrysh0me / @larrysh0me

(E, 3k, canon) When Harry is caught touching what is not his, Louis gets creative with his punishment...

🌒 The Edge of Madness by smuttythings

Louis being edged by Harry, kept close to orgasm without being allowed to come. 

🌒 isn't it delicate by stretchmybones / @harryslonecurl

(E, 1k, dom/sub) Harry takes Louis' fist and Louis worships Harry's body.

—Rare Pairs—

🌒 Knick-Knack, Patty-Whack by queuedepoisson

(M, 3k, Louis/Liam) Louis might have gotten the first hit off that morning but Liam doesn't want the game to stop quite yet, but what if it goes farther than it ever has before?

🌒 Replay by orphan_account

(E, 3k, Louis/Liam) "Replay" is a part of Louis & Liam's control play.

[sacrificesoflaresistance]

VINEGAR DOPPIO X READER

It was a fine Sunday morning, and Doppio was where he commonly found himself; sat in his favorite cafe with a cup of coffee. It was overloaded with sugar and creamer, just how he liked it. But as he sat there, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the new server. Typically Doppio knew most of the workers by name, as he was a very frequent costumer. But, today, he couldn’t seem to recognize the person standing behind the cash register.

They were average height, but there was something about this server that was still eye catching. Maybe it was their hair, maybe their eyes? Maybe it was simply the way they talked, perhaps it was the way they smiled at Doppio after he ordered. No matter what it was- it was intriguing. Intriguing enough that Vinegar found himself coming to this small cafe more often then he ever expected. His wallet cried, but he refused to stop- Whether he pretended to be working, or just bought a small pastry, he found some excuse to see the face he’s come to love.

About two weeks had passed before Doppio finally said something. It was small, but hey; a “So- How’s your week been..?” from a quiet voice was better than nothing at all. He was greeted with that warm, endearing smile he’s grown to adore. There was a small giggle, “My week? Really?”

“Um.. yes! Your week. How- How was it?” he asked again, his voice starting at a fair volume and slowly turned to a whisper.

“Well, my week was just fine, thank you for asking! How was yours, sweet tooth?”

“Sweet tooth..?”

“Oh! Sorry- You always order such sweet drinks… that’s how i remembered your orders in my head- Sorry if that’s.. weird..”

“Oh! No, no it’s sweet! I… I like it.”

They exchanged smiles; Doppio sat back down at the table in the corner of the cafe. He smiled down into his cup- The sun shining down into the light brown liquid. He bit his lip, holding back a small laugh- Though there was nothing truly funny happening, he was simply so happy to have finally gotten to say a few extra words to the server.

The next Sunday when Doppio went in, he ordered just a coffee- But when his name was called, he found his drink plus a muffin and a… note? When he looked over to the server, they just gave him a small, almost mischief-filled smile. Doppio felt his cheeks grow warmer as he went to his seat. He ate the muffin and began reading the small note- It seemed to be ripped out of a larger notebook. He almost choked on his muffin as he began to wrap his mind around what he was reading

“Hey sweet tooth! I’ve noticed you staring at me a lot- Maybe i’m getting the wrong vibe… but you seem cute!

XXX-XXX-XXXX”

When Vinegar looked up to the counter, he didn’t see anyone. He quickly grabbed his drink and left the building; phone in hand. Doppio was practically shaking as he typed the number in. The pink haired male was excited but also anxious- what if he wasn’t what they were expecting? what if he wasn’t good enough? what if his boss called him while he was trying to talk to them??

Too many thoughts, too many fears- But he had a mission.

“Hi! This is Doppio. Or, Sweet tooth? I hope i put the number in right!”

He turned his phone off and began speed-walking, fear taking over his feet. Soon enough he was back outside his apartment building- The young adult’s phone had vibrated minutes ago, but after walking so fast and with so much on his mind, he didn’t notice in the slightest. But back at home, taking his shoes off, he saw the new text.

“OMG hi! yes!! this is the server hehe :P my name is (Y/N)! sorry if this was weird!!”

“Oh no it’s not weird at all!! i didn’t know u saw me staring, im sorry”

“It’s okay! i dont mind, its kind of sweet! If i was uncomfortable i wouldn’t have given u my number. Doppio huh? that’s a cute name!! i like it!”

He couldn’t help but grin. “Thank you! So- besides working.. what do you like to do? you seem interesting!”

Their conversation seemed to last for years, both ends smiling with pure serotonin. The last text had them both ecstatic- an agreement to a date. They’d meet up at the coffee shop and then walk to a nice restaurant nearby. Doppio and (Y/N) were beyond excited- Vinegar was practically radiating joy.

[peachsukii]

Happy Soft Sunday Rei 🖤 I was wondering if there are any fall activities the bakurei + little peach is looking forward to? :3

Hi sweet Nana 💜 thank you for swinging by! Sorry for holding onto this all day, it gave me the little serotonin boost that I needed. 💕

It’s one of our favorite times of the year! It’s nice and cool so we don’t have to worry about melting in the heat any longer. Katsuki’s number one thing to do with Ryuko is take her on his favorite hiking trails. He loves watching her get all excited and run to the lookout points, rushing to grab his hand and tug him up the trail faster. 🥰

One of our other go-tos is all the nearby festivals! All the costumes, decor, and delicious snacks are perfect for our little family outings. She goes nuts for candied apples and takoyaki. And of course, Ryuko’s favorite part is the fireworks at the end of the night, eyes wide and sparkling in awe. ✨

[rosecoloredknight]

it's my bday month (everyone has to be nice to me. Please.) but I've already started feeling the weight of it Saturday morning. I don't know why— bday months for me always seem to get me sad and quiet. I keep thinking about and regretting the mistakes I've made in my life. I feel so behind.

I know I shouldn't be living in the past and I don't or at least try not to, but on my bday month it's always difficult to do so.

Maybe it's the medications that I've been taking, but last week I felt numb. I was really out of it. Or maybe that's just the feeling you get when you take care of a baby from 6am till 4pm? Or maybe it's a combination of both— me on medications while babysitting all day. With 3hrs or less of sleep. Sigh. I need to work on that.

I'm rambling — I'm going to try to be kind to myself this month because it's going to be a difficult one 😅

I'm limiting myself on this app this Sunday, BUT not before queuing up some of my favorite sexy posts, text posts, and other posts for the day. Queuing them actually gave me a little serotonin boost haha.

Okay. Sigh— happy bday month for me 🎉 woo

[blizzardfluffykpop]

I know I may be a little bit early, but Happy Serotonin Sunday!! 💐✨

Pretty please feel free to share anything that has helped bring you joy and create a smile 🧸

Pretty please take care and love ya bunches 💞

And I'm a little bit late! But a very Happy Serotonin Sunday!! 🥺💖 And it's special sunday too! It's the first sunday of the month! Usually, it means it's supposed to be bound with luck. (If I remember correctly of course). So may this month be lucky for us! Since I've been sick this week, I've kind of just been holed up in my room. But the last time I was sick, I got into the boyz. And this time like last time, it's like they helped me get through it. Laughter is the best medicine~ (I say as I took ample amount of cough syrup and rest). But anyways it was good because I got to catch up and watch some content I've been wanting to see! And it brought me lots of smiles and laughs.

I'll be doing my best to take care!! Pretty please take care of yourself too!! Love ya bunches! 🥰

[r-okhota6]

okay @wurtz-okurok tagged me thanks jesse podsosokol

1. Are you named after anyone?

my deadname is something religious but my chosen name is just random

2. When was the last time you cried?

this sunday mother yelled at me for no reason i cant regulate my emotions okay

3. Do you have kids?

nah im a minor and i dont think i ever will have them cuz i aint normal anough

4. What sports do you/have you played?

sooo i play basketball at pe lessons i find it funny to endlessly throw a ball in the basket. also had a chance to play boccia for disabled i liked that one. badminton or whatever was like my childhood. then i was swimming almost professionally. rn i jus go to the gym. tbh i am kinda sporty.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

NUH UH(shiii of course i do)

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

the gyatt. jk its the appearance on the whole dont everybody do that

7. What is your eyecolor?

maybe im one of the annoying people but a lil bit of everything ig. mostly green but also hazel brown blue whatever

8. Do you prefer scary or happy endings for movies? what the fuck why is it gray i just clicked on the text

happy for sure dont break my heart please i just want to be happy with my serotonin

9. Any talents?

probably the fact that i can do the thing spock from star trek does with his hand like 🖖and i can see where the middle of the line is pretty good that helped me in art school

10. Where were you born?

Zadonsk, Russia shit place do not recommend

11. What are your hobbies?

drawing, reading, watching movies, playing videogames, i can rollerskate, i ride a longboad, a bike, i sculpt. also played guitar for a few years but i want to switch to a bass guitar. also i play jolene on harmonica

12. Do you have any pets?

yes my hamster Jenkins hes paranoid and ptsd and neurotic

13. How tall are you?

like 172-173 cm i dont use usa feet

14. Favorite school subject?

out of pocket but its algebra i love trying to sovle these equations or shit

15. Dream occupation?

bartender or i would love to take art comms sometimes. idk i dont really know i never think about a job for myself

[you-remind-me-of-the-babe]

Happy Sunday everyone! Am I the first one out here posting? Let’s go! I’ve got another bit from the next chapter of How to Avoid a Scandal. (Yada yada, fake dating, friends to lovers, Hollywood AU.) We are back in Baz’s POV for this one:

“Oi,” he says through another mouthful. He mercifully swallows before carrying on. “I do charity work. I just don’t put on a penguin suit and spend five grand on a plate of salmon to do it.”

“You don’t have to pretend to do charity work,” Agatha says. “Some of us realize we’re self-centered and simply cut the occasional check to feel like we’ve done our part. There’s no shame in it.”

Pippa and I both snort at that.

“Feck all y’all,” Simon grumbles, leaning back and crossing his arms. Poor thing hates being ganged up on. I put a hand on his thigh and rub it gently. I watch him visibly relax and it gives me a little boost of serotonin, knowing I did that.

I have so much I want to accomplish with this chapter. My brain feels like a bottle neck trying to get the plot points down into words. It will happen! Just frustrating trying to get there.

No pressure tags to @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @captain-aralias @whogaveyoupermission @palimpsessed @moodandmist @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @facewithoutheart @onepintobean @shrekgogurt @ebbpettier @hushed-chorus @letraspal @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @johnwgrey @raenestee @larkral @thewholelemon @technetiumai and anyone else who sees this and wants to play. Hugs to you all!

[adolin]

Ask Game: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :3

❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm watching Love Lies Bleeding tomorrow!

also running a local road race on Sunday which is gonna be FUN

it's almost strawberry season!

I've booked a fun trip for the summer

so much sports related serotonin this week... I'm flying

[orsomethinggaylikethat]

Birthday celebrations always make me reflect on my life from the previous year. This year one word kept popping up. Love. 1 day from turning 29 and this is what I think love means.

Love is the moments caught in between the actual poses.

Love is the happiness you give to one another.

Love is patience and understanding.

Love is respect and growth.

Love is Her.