#hope this fixes link problem

[starshapedoasis]

~Fanfic Recommendations~

1. World that’s been and gone - Storyshark2005

A classic you’ve prob already read. Multi-part series, Angst, Fluff, Reconciliation, The whole family makes an appearance.

2. My Sister Lover - DeathandCannibalism

Pre-fame, Angst, Comfort, Smut.

3. You never notice you are blind - mansgotalimit

Alan McGee finding out about Liam & Noel’s relationship. Light Smut?

4. The passing of Peggy Gallagher - Jeevey

Another classic you’ve prob already read. Slow-burn, Angst, Reconciliation.

5. Do You Still Feel Like Me? - OnTheWrongSideOfTheBed

Liam wants to be Noel’s boyfriend truly is the best description. Smut, Light Angst, Fluff.

6. FilmStar - OrphanAccount

Noel finds out Liam was in a porn video. Smut, Light Angst.

7. Things We Never See - Jeevey

Jill Furmanovsky realizing Liam and Noel’s “special relationship’. outsider POV.

8. Who Feels Love? -OnTheWrongSideOfTheBed

Early fame, Jealous Noel, Light Smut.

9. Tell me when will the river run green? -Buzz_Wuzzo

Set during standing on the shoulder of giants recording. Smut, Fluff.

10. I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you know -mansgotalimit

Wonderwall is about Liam just a fact, Fluff, Angst, Bittersweet ending.

11. to Photograph what the eye can’t see - mansgotalimit

Noel takes a scandalous pic of Liam. Smut.

12. Baby, you’re gonna be the one to save me - snickfic

Mpreg, Liam would be a beautiful mother. 🙂‍↕️

13. Star-Shaped - Savageandwise

Multi-part series, female Liam, very special to me.

14. Guileless - Anonymous

Guigsy finds out about Liam and Noel’s Relationship and joins in. Smut.

[613teeth]

Ship in a Bottle / The Tulpar

(explanation in tags)

A ship in a bottle

Throttle the neck

And shake back and forth

Put a cork in the mouth

The captain hesitates

The warning signs scream

The screens are all dripping

And glistening red

A ship in a bottle

The air is hissing

Bleeding from seams

While the engine keeps quiet

There's something itching

At the base of the skull

The skin has been flayed

The hull is not breeched

A ship in a bottle

The Rot is a-coming

Clean the wound

And replace the gauze

Take your pills, captain

Swallow them down

I know its not easy

I hope know this hurts

A ship in a bottle

The cargo hold opened

Like an egg cracked

An embryo expelled

Captain, my captain

You knew this would happen

You knew I would falter

On the rungs of the ladder

Ship in a bottle

The crew are all floating

Turn the pistons

Keep feeding the engine

Swallow it, captain

The fuel that I give you

The only thing pure

On this infested vessel

A ship in a bottle

A rotting carcass

Foam, like pus

Leaks through the tissue

It looks at me, captain

The ship, it keeps staring

Unblinking, unmoving

One bloodshot eye, judging

[write-it-motherfuckers]

🖤~Song Of The Day~🖤

The song of the day is:     A Magnificent Gray -by- Slow Meadow

The challenge is to write something based off of this song, be it the name, the cover, or the tune itself. Let your imagination go wild and see where the music takes you.

Have at it Darlings!

[eviesaurusrex]

I’ll work through my masterlists and update every link this weekend! And maybe I’ll get to write something new.

It’s quite a busy time in my life (I dropped out of university last January, had some aptitude tests between February and June, and started my training at a big cargo airline in late August), and I hadn’t had the time to put more stuff out which is hanging around in my drafts for months, some even almost finished and only in desperate need for some proofreading. But I want to get back into writing, at least during the weekend, as long as I have those free.

So. That’s it for now. Sorry for the tmi.

[fantasykiri5]

Yo a bunch of the asks in my inbox aren’t showing up on desktop??? It says I have 111 of them, and I CAN see them on mobile just fine. When I started answering the ones I already had an hour or so ago I could see the whole thing, and now when I get a new one I can see that one as it comes in, but none of the others in my inbox.

Has anyone ever encountered this issue? It’s very strange, idk why it’s happening and I kind of NEED to be able to access my asks. It’s way harder to properly answer all the Palestine GFM requests I’m getting from my phone (and more complicated to rb each one’s pinned, and add them to the master list doc I’m trying to make) AND I have a number of drawing request asks that I want to make sure I still have for when I actually get around to drawing the things requested.

Please help it’s really fucking weird

[inkyu]

On that artfight grind yall

Character(s) attacked: https://artfight.net/character/4641187.jacques-sieghard | https://artfight.net/character/4105014.null

(for the constructive critism tag read my yapping in the tags for context .w.)

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Not A Joke, Not Unreality:

A company called Quantum Fiber (under Century Link) recently set up my home town for fiber optic internet. I got them a month ago and aside from a few outages it was decent.

Last week, it went out. They sent me a super specific time it would be back-

They failed to make it and sent another, minutes later.

And another when that failed.

And over the week, more and more.

I called and they just read me the same email out loud. They offered no escalation or resources. Every time, they fail. I have not had internet for my house in a week, and this morning I got this one-

I looked into other people having the same problem and found this-

Edit forgot link

That's not something called a "766" line, that's them fucking up my city 766 times. This company is fucking shit, and I'm sick of this. I've filed an FCC complaint but those take a month to even get a reply.

So I'm hoping my 173,365 followers can help make this show of their ineptitude and callousness go viral. Please.

They are in a time of massive expansion into many new states and cities. I am asking anyone so inclined with a few minutes to spare to find your town or state's government information technology office or liaison, or just a local government representative of any kind, and write them a quick note stating that this company destroys town utilities and offers absolute frustrating failures of service in return.

If you have Quantum Fiber and have been similarly failed by them, please file an FCC complaint. You might at least get a free month out of it.

If you work with a news source or popular blog, please boost this however you can.

If you are on any app on which they are present, please feel free to write or tag them and let them know they have failed their customers and cities they work with.

Please do not engage in threats or harassment of any form. Keep this legal, civil, and proper so that it can create a legal basis and record of good citizen interaction on the part of this company's victims. I am asking for help in a grassroots campaign, not a violent or prank-filled heap that just gets people in trouble. AND DO NOT FOR ANY REASON EVER PESTER THE WORKERS, PHONE REPS AND TECHNICIANS THEY HAVE OUT THERE. This is the corporation's fault, not the poor folks they employ who they likely try to make take the backlash.

If you have any other ideas on how to hold a mega-corp responsible for the shit they put their customers through, please comment and recommend. I am sick of this shit. I know there are worse things happening and even worse companies doing horrid things right now. But maybe this one is new/small enough that a viral campaign can kick them where it hurts and get them to act more responsibly to their customers and safely to the places they work.

Please help if you have time. Please spread this in the hopes they see it and get off their butts and fix their horrible shit. Any random reblog or post on any platform might be the one their investors hear of.

Thank you anyone for anything you can do.

-Ari

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 5: A Sleepless Dream

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: Alice struggles with her feelings at the gala, and Robert finally comes to a realization.

Word Count: 2,554

Notes: No warnings this time.

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Chapter 8: The Gala

To say that Alice felt out of place would have been an understatement.

Fancy occasions had never particularly been her idea of a good time. She’d much rather eat at a local bar or diner than at an expensive restaurant, or wear comfortable shoes over designer heels. Pulling self consciously at the neckline of her blue dress, she made an admirable attempt to turn herself invisible. It would be better than the judgmental, condescending looks she’d been getting all night. She swore that rich people had some sort of radar; a way of telling if someone wasn’t really one of them with just a single glance. No matter how hard you tried to blend in.

The building that the gala was being held in was gorgeous in every sense of the word. A huge dance floor, a bar, gleaming gold detailing in all the chairs, the parts of the floor not covered in white marble showcasing a shock of crimson red carpet. She was pretty sure that the chandelier glittering high above them was made out of actual diamonds. “You doing alright?” Robert asked.

“My feet hurt,” she shot a spiteful look down at the black heels.

He gave her a genuinely apologetic look, sweeping a hand through his hair and readjusting his tie.

“You look fine,” she assured. It was true. The suit was a dark charcoal pinstripe, only a shade or two away from being black, and hugged him in a way that showed off the leanness of his body. The tie around his neck was a soft baby blue, a match to the striking color of his eyes. His silver cufflinks gleamed every time he moved his hands.  

“God, I hate these things,” Robert mumbled, eyes scanning over the crowd. Alice rubbed a sympathetic hand along his shoulder. A group of gorgeous women that she could only assume were supermodels ambled over to them, all bright, white smiles and soft giggles as they greeted Robert. He smiled back in a way that was more of a grimacing bearing of teeth, mumbling quietly in response to their questions. When one of them reached out to brush her fingers over his arm, Alice could see the way he tensed, smile cracking for a moment. None of the women so much as glanced at her. She wondered if her previous wishes of being turned invisible had actually been answered.    

The only way Robert could have more obviously wanted to be left alone would have been if he was wearing a t-shirt that said “stay the fuck away from me.” It was odd. She knew he had the capability to be exceptionally charming when he wanted to be. Brow furrowing, she wracked her brain to try to figure out what had put him into such a funk that past few days. Ever since he’d come home from the dinner with Todd and his friends.  

She’d been so busy nursing her wounded pride and cracked heart following that night that it admittedly took her a while to notice just how off Robert was behaving. Quiet and sullen, so tense in his shoulders she was worried he might snap.

Robert moved a little closer to her, linking her arm with his. The supermodels seemed to finally take the hint, moving off with a few nasty looks shot her way.

“They seemed nice.”

Robert groaned, rubbing at the bridge of his nose like he was nursing a headache. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

Still keeping their arms looped together, Robert began to pull her along with him, heading towards the bar. Yes. Drinks. Drinks would be good.

“So. Other than standing around looking fancy and drinking, what exactly is it that you do at these things?” she asked. The last time she’d accompanied him to a gala, they were young, and spent the entire time hovering near the kitchens so they would get first dibs on all the food.

“Dance. Charm donors. Flirt,” there was a surprising bite of bitterness around the last word. He dropped her arm once they’d gotten to the bar, motioning for the bartender. Alice watched as he downed his glass, brows pinching. 

Was it her? Was he mad at her for coming with him? Maybe he preferred to attend these things stag. No doubt it would be easier to flirt and pick up women without her clinging to his arm.

“Robert. There you are.”

Something twitched in Robert’s face at the sound of Maurice’s voice. For a moment, the closeted resentment and disdain he carried towards her father was on blatant display before it was swiftly tucked away.

Maurice was approaching them with a beautiful woman in tow. Long, golden blonde curls pinned half up half down, a baby pink, floor length dress swishing around her legs, a lace forest green shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She was curvy and tall, striking features softened somewhat by the roundness of her cheeks. Maurice gestured to her. 

“This is Gemma Hadley. Ms. Hadley, this is my son, Robert.”

Alice swallowed hard as she watched Robert smile and shake Gemma’s hand. 

“I’ve heard such wonderful things about you,” she said, a strong Australian accent lilting her voice.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Maurice said, shooting a look at Robert before vanishing back into the crowd. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Robert said to Gemma. The blonde’s eyes darted questioningly between him and Alice. “This is my assistant, Alice Emerson.”

“Oh,” Gemma smiled and shook Alice’s hand firmly. “So nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

Gemma pulled her shawl from her shoulders as she slipped into a chair at the bar, revealing how her gown clung to the ample curves of her chest. Alice brushed a hand down her own floor length dress, suddenly feeling very stupid and childish. Like a kid playing dress up. Biting her lip, she watched as Robert slipped into the chair next to Gemma, leaning towards her. With quiet bewilderment, she watched as a smile slipped into place across his lips, blue eyes wide and fluttering as he turned on the charm he had been so well known for back in college. As she watched them begin to converse in quiet, obviously flirtatious voices, Alice was struck by a sudden feeling of loneliness and abandonment, painfully aware of the awkward knowledge that she’d suddenly become a third wheel. 

If she hadn’t already felt invisible before, she certainly did now. It was like her only purpose was to keep him company until someone better came along. 

Resting her hand on his back, she mumbled an excuse of needing to go to the bathroom, not waiting to see if he even acknowledged her before she began walking away.

The bathroom was just as over the top luxurious as the rest of the venue. With white marble counters and gold, gleaming sinks. Resting her hands on the counter, Alice stared at herself in the mirror.

Her dark brown hair was pinned into a low side bun, the silver pins of glittering stars and moons pinching against her scalp. The dress was a deep blue, and sleeveless, with a halter neckline and silver accents arranged over the bodice.

In her mind, she picked apart every tiny aspect of her appearance. Her breasts were too small, the freckles across her cheeks too prominent, her legs too short. She didn’t belong here, amongst this group of wealthy, beautiful people.

Rubbing a hand across her forehead, she closed her eyes. She wasn’t being fair. Robert could do whatever he wanted. With whoever he wanted. He wasn’t hers, nor did he have any interest in her in that way. He’d made that abundantly clear. And Gemma was exactly his type, tall and busty. Blonde, from a background of wealth and status. They would probably be perfect for each other. 

Bottom lip trembling, she fumbled with the little black clutch she’d brought with her and smoothed down her hair.

Deciding that it was good enough, she headed back out, eyes scanning past the dance floor to the bar, where Robert and Gemma were still sitting. Gemma was leaning back, a hand held up to her lips as she laughed, Robert watching her with a smile. When her hand dropped from her mouth, it came to rest on one of his arms, looking into his eyes adoringly. Robert leaned closer to her, lips moving as he said something that made Gemma blush.

No. She wasn’t going to stay to see this. To be ignored and made to feel like a burden or third wheel. Robert could do what he wanted; she wasn’t going to stand in the way of that. But that didn’t mean that she needed to stick around to watch. 

Tucking her clutch under her arm, she headed towards the doors to where the valet was sitting, reading a book behind the little desk he occupied. It was early enough into the evening that no one else had left yet.

“Ms. Emerson,” he looked up, closing his book and setting it aside.

“Could you have them bring the car around? I’d like to go home.”

“Of course,” he stood, then hesitated. “Is Mr. Fischer joining you?”

“No,” she didn’t look up as she fumbled with her clutch, passing him a handful of bills for a tip as he mumbled soft thanks. The car pulled around a few moments later.

Heart aching, she rested her clutch in her lap, fist pressed to her lips as she looked out the window, watching as the venue faded away into the distance. 

∗ ∗ ∗ 

Never before had he so badly wanted for an evening to end. Gemma was nice enough, not nearly as bad as some of the others his father had pushed on him over the years, but he just couldn’t bring himself to be interested. The booze was, frankly, not very good, and the piano in the corner near the dancefloor needed to be tuned.

And where the hell was Alice?

She disappeared off to the bathroom at least fifteen minutes ago and he hadn’t seen her since. For a while he was worried that she might be sick, or maybe got cornered into conversation with one of the creepy old men that were many of their donors. He’d been subtly scanning the crowd over and over, searching for her pretty blue dress or dark hair. 

“Have you seen Alice?” he blurted out suddenly, interrupting…whatever it was Gemma had been saying to him. She blinked.

“Who?”

“My assistant.”

“Oh. I think she left.”

“What!?”

“I think I saw her heading for the doors maybe…ten minutes ago,” she twirled the straw in her drink. Some red cocktail that came garnished with a sprig of mint. It felt like his heart had dropped into his stomach, eyes darting anxiously towards the doors, taking every ounce of control he had not to go charging after her. Gemma was speaking again, but he couldn’t focus on what she was saying, too preoccupied with the worry and dread building in his gut.

“Robert? Are you even listening to me?” she asked.

“I’m sorry,” he said, not taking his eyes off the doors. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“What? Why?”

“I just…I’m sorry, here,” he dropped a handful of bills from his inner pocket onto the counter. “Buy yourself a couple of drinks, or…something,” he hesitated as he pulled away from her and slid out of his seat. “Look, I hope you and your father decide to work with us in the future,” and then, because he really did feel very bad about just ditching her like that, “I-I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. But I really have to go,” he punctuated the end of his nonsensical rambling by turning on his heel and all but running out of the room, leaving Gemma gaping after him in bewildered silence.

Waiting impatiently at the valet station for a car to be brought around for him, memories of that horrible day all those years ago, when he’d returned home to find Alice gone, flashed behind his eyes. All traces of her removed from their shared apartment, like she had never even existed at all. One minute, she was there, and then in the next she was gone, taking all his happiness and his heart with her. 

She wouldn’t leave like that again; at least he didn’t think she would. But still the anxiousness persisted. It wasn’t just worry over the possibility of her leaving. What if she was sick, or hurt?

He should have cared about what his actions could mean for the company, but he couldn’t bring himself to. None of it really mattered, in the end. At least not to him. Fischer Morrow would be fine without the Hadleys. But Robert doubted he could go through losing Alice again, or live with himself if he went back in there and sat at the bar and flirted and schmoozed while his best friend was possibly back at home being sick or upset. The mental image of her sitting alone on the couch in the living room, crying because of something some jackass said to her, was enough to twist at his heart, checking anxiously at his watch.

He couldn’t understand why she would just run off like that. Everything had seemed fine. Until…

Until he’d started talking to Gemma.

Okay. Something, that meant something. Interesting.

He’d never really allowed himself to hope that Alice could ever feel the same way as he did. It had always seemed far, far too unlikely. Borderline ridiculous. Why would she waste herself on some pathetic fuckup like him?

There could be a thousand explanations for why she’d responded badly to him flirting with Gemma. It didn’t necessarily mean anything.

Except…

In a near violent rush, as if a floodgate had suddenly been opened, he was bombarded by a slew of memories. Flirting with girls in front of Alice at bars, talking to her about dates, bidding a one night stand goodbye in the morning while Alice watched them silently from the kitchen. And every time, there was the same look in her eyes. Something that he could never place. That he now realized was sadness.   

And then there was the way she was always curling in close to him, cuddling up to his chest on the couch while watching movies, reaching for his hand as they walked, brushing her side with his. The way her eyes sometimes shined when she looked at him.

Maybe…maybe…

That could be considered more carefully later. Allowing any sort of hope to bloom in his chest was dangerous, and more likely than not going to just leave him heartbroken. But try as he might, he couldn’t quite shove the sudden feeling away into the recesses of his mind like he used to.

His breathing quickened to the point that he had to rest a hand against one of the pillars lining the walkway to the doors, stomach twisting. He felt like he was going to be sick; whether it was from excitement or horror over his past behavior, he couldn’t tell.

Shaking his head, he began to walk towards the car rolling to a stop in front of him. Everything else could wait. 

He just needed to make sure that Alice was okay.   

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[slut-for-hyunjin]

skz links♡

juicy prn links from X. MDNI!!!

Hyung line

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Maknae line

: ̗̀➛ jisung fingers you so good, while your hand are tied together ★

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if you liked it don't forget to like, reblog and comment your experiences, have a nice day!♡

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edit: hey guys!! first, thank you for that lot of notes, i'm so glad you liked these links🤭

× second, i made the post coquette i hope you still like it♡

× then the last thing, i needed to change a few links at the maknae line because for some kind of reason, that part is so chaotic, and has a lot of problem with saving the links, i can't��🔫

× then the last last thing, sorry for the spelling, english is not my first language, but i always try to fix my mistakes😭🙏🏻

bye bye~

[rin-may-1103]

The Master Post.

someone asked for a master post so here we are.

Tag List? yes, there is a tag list. If you'd like to be Added, please leave a comment on the Stories Linked Post. If the tags aren't working for some reason, then you can either Follow this post by clicking the bell (or the three dots) or follow the Story's Post the same way. I'll update both Relevant Posts when there is a New Part.

Unfortunately, I can't keep up with all the people asking to be added to the tag list in all the different posts, so to make it easier, please follow the instructions above. if you don't I'll most likely miss your comment and therefore not add you to the tag list. (if you're not sure if you're tagged or not, you can check out the Tag List Here, please follow the instructions in the comments)

Thank you for your understanding and cooperation.

I hope y'all keep enjoying the stories as much as I enjoy writing them.

Stories and Summaries:

The Wrong Robin Au (DP x DC):

Tim Drake saw Danny do a quadruple somersault, which resulted in him believing Danny was the first Robin for years. He still figured out Bruce but thinks Dick is in the dark. Now with the second Robin dead, and Batman quickly reaching the end of his sanity, Tim takes it upon himself to get Robin to come back. Danny is very confused when this random kid tries to blackmail him into becoming Robin.

Badger Day Au (DP x DC):

Danny is stuck in a Groundhog Day kinda situation and he would like to be let out now, please. The league is very worried.

Delilah's language (DP x DC):

Bruce Wayne approaches the Fentons because Damian is a big fan of Danny for his work in the conservation of the purpleback gorilla. So now Danny is going to the birthday of this random kid so he can teach him gorilla sign language so he can talk to the purple-back gorilla as well.

Just a Bite (DP x DC):

Danny's homeless on the streets of Gotham, when he gets a terrible idea from some passerby. Three weeks after living with the Waynes, they still haven't noticed he's not supposed to be there.

72 hours (DP x DC):

During a battle with the rest of the league, John Constantine is accidentally sent into the palace of Pariah Dark, Tyrant of the Dead, and Bane of the Living. Danny just wanted to have a simple spa day.

Biggest Regret (DP x DC):

Danny Had been optimistic when he created The Email. Three days, that's what he gave himself. Three days to fix or get out of whatever problem he was dealing with and open his laptop to restart the timer. Three days. Past him had thought that If he ever got caught they'd just kill him; it's what they said they would do this whole time, so why wouldn't he think otherwise? It's been more than three days, and at this point, he's just glad someone could fulfill his last wish.

The Disappointment (DP x DC):

Ra's has stated his disapproval of one of the twins, now Talia is rushing to get them out of there and to Bruce to be safe. Danny has other ideas.

Black Retrievers and Golden Cats (DP x DC):

He remembered how it took two hours for his mind to catch up to what he had done, two hours for him to realize he had just killed his brother. It took another two days to realize his brother was never coming back, that the pits had not worked. Damian stared at the camera footage infront of him, his family's voices buzzing with theories and analyzing everything they could. He remembered his brother's bright carefree smile just minutes before Damian had killed him. So, why? Why was he seeing it again?

College Rivalry with the Genius Toddler in the First Row. (DP X DC):

Tim doesn't understand how he's losing at university to a toddler. Danny's not having a great time, but it's fine because now he can terrorize Red Robin.

The Willpower of Space (DP X DC):

A faulty green lantern ring wakes from it's accidental eon long sleep due to how powerful Danny's willpower is. It decides that Danny is a worthy wielder and grants Danny the ability to use it. There's just one problem; Danny keeps dying. and the ring doesn't understand what's going on. Oa is very concerned.

The Weeping Boy Au (DP X DC):

I'll think of a summary later, for now, it's an expansion of this post.

[imjustaf444keriguess]

you are literally illiterate

endogenic systems is an umbrella term that encompasses created-plural experiences. you can yell all you want about if it's cultural appropriation to use the term tulpa but like it or not they are part of the endogenic umbrella term.

people who create sentient "others" or have sentient "others" that are formed without trauma are endogenic. internet tulpamancy / psychological tulpamancy, the thing scientists are studying in SOME of the sources i shared, is a form of endogenic plurality.

you even linked wikipedia, which TALKS ABOUT TULPAMANCERS from internet sources!

you also refer to endogenic systems as "endo alters just kinda seem to spawn like a Minecraft pig and are usually fictional characters the "host" loves." when tulpas, in the usage i'm referring to, started from BRONIES. wanting to talk to the ponies, in their brain. mentioned ON WIKIPEDIA. (bold text mine)

Influenced by depictions in television and cinema from the 1990s and 2000s, the term tulpa started to be used to refer to a type of willed imaginary friend.[9] Practitioners consider tulpas to be sentient and relatively autonomous.[4] Online communities dedicated to tulpas spawned on the 4chan and Reddit websites. These communities refer to tulpa practitioners as "tulpamancers". The communities gained popularity when adult fans of My Little Pony started discussing tulpas of characters from the My Little Pony television series.[4]

sure, we could get into how silly that is in reality, or how the experience was inspired by religious practices, but do you think we'd have scientists performing BRAINSCANS and similar research into tulpas if they weren't more than some bronies larping online?

but again, endogenic systems and tulpas are not all fictional characters and to dismiss either because people have attachments to fictional characters and the brain likes to latch onto that? is silly.

although if you're going to brush off the research because they said tulpa and tulpas are religious and imaginary to you, een though the wikipedia page you linked mentions the kind of tulpamancy i'm referring to and you seem to ignore the actual definitions of tulpa from psychological tulpamancers themselves (examples include the tulpamancy reddit and tulpa.info link i screenshotted above), then maybe critical thinking and logic isn't your strong suit.

i think you just like assuming you're correct without any evidence to back up your claim and i hope you continue to live in blissful ignorance. and a headache for a few more hours.

(starting off, we are a traumagenic did system. we have did.)

endogenic systems are absolutely punk and they belong in punk spaces (pluralpunk, systempunk, whatever) and here’s why:

- punk is about embracing who you are and living your life authentically and unapologetically

- punk is about not letting other people dictate how you live your life and who you can be

- punk is about radical acceptance, equality, and solidarity

- punk is about rejecting authority and the establishment (and yes, this includes the medical establishment which is often ableist and causes disabled people real, long lasting harm)

there is no room for anti endos in punk. being anti endo literally is being anti punk. learn more about what punk means, and do better.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

YOUR HEART WAS GLASS, I DROPPED IT ❆

katsuki bakugou x reader

on a cold winter night, you open the door for your warm, ex boyfriend katsuki.

part 2/2. i’m sorry tumblrs not letting me link anything atm :(

inspired by champagne problems

katsuki booked his flight home at night for a reason.

it was dark, meaning no one really would be out. he wanted to be alone and sit there in his hurt. he wasn’t sure what he hated more- the bustling crowds or silent sleepers. both of them had a clear absence of you.

the winter chill seeps into his bones as he waits outside your door. after the phone hangs up, we anxiously wonders if you’ll even answer it. its -26°, and he can only imagine your bundled up in there. its the place he left you standing before hoping on a plane and abandoning what he had with you.

he’s about to turn away, before he hears your voice. “get in here, it’s freezing.”

he immediately obliges, stepping into the familiar space. crimson eyes stare at you, noticing your different appearance. you’ve cut your hair and pierced your ears. theres an ache in his chest seeing you for the first time again. suddenly the apartment began to feel much warmer.

“your hair. its… shorter.” he awkwardly mutters like a teenage boy asking you to a dance.

“uh, yeah. i wanted a change.” you chuckle, no less uncomfortable than him.

he wants to take your hand, but he’s scared he’ll drop it again. your place was cozy, yet crestfallen. he remembered you told him you never particularly enjoyed living alone. you lead him to the living room. there, he sees your cats cuddling, slightly jealous of the companionship they share.

its here he notices that its still chilly, albeit not as cold as outside. he quickly clutches his hands around the warm cup of tea you bring him, taking in the mundane sounds of your apartment. leftovers on the stove, the dripping of the sink, and the soft snores of your feline companions.

“sorry, my heaters still broken.” you apologetically quip, sitting down next to him on the couch. katsuki mentally facepalms himself for that. he said he’d fix it for you before he left.

“yeah. guess i forgot about that.” he says, barely looking you in the eye. if he was gonna break up with you, leave you stranded and hop on a flight out of the country, you think the least he could do is make sure you stayed warm- but no.

“why didn’t you get it fixed yourself?” he asks, his usual gruff voice replaced by a particular softness for you.

you just shrug. “i don’t know. i never got around to it. winter came early.”

the both of you remember when you first got together. he told his family for a reason. he was so excited, saying he found the one. a few months later, no one was celebrating.

love slipped beyond his reaches the day he began doubting himself. he wasn’t good enough for you. becoming the #1 hero in his country only made him wonder more about his worth. he could barely give a reason towards the break up, instead spewing out that he needed to think things through instead.

“..how was your trip?” you break the silence, though you know the answer. his trip was great. the media wouldn’t shut up about it. about his parties and award shows, about the lives he saved and the talents he has. they particularly the people, more so the girls he was with. though you decided not to bring that part up.

he paused for a moment. he knew you would say something about it soon. he was being watched and photographed everywhere he went, which included a few girls who got some videos and pictures with him.

“it was exhausting, more than fun. you know all those girls only care about publicity and attention, none of it was real.” he sighs, taking a sip of his tea.

“i didn’t bring up girls.” you’re quick to remind him. though its nice how he’s so quick to assure any doubts you may have. “but… yeah. i figured as much.”

“you know nothing happened between me and anyone you saw, right?” he asks in a tone that makes it sound like it should be obvious- but its not. katsuki could have went home with someone else, done illicit drugs, drank and had unprotected sex, and it wouldn’t be any of your business.

“it… wouldn’t matter anymore if you did. we broke up before you left, remember?” you say.

theres nothing with katsuki’s memory. he thinks about that break up every damn night.

“um.. least you had kirishima with you.” you quip, just trying to lighten the mood. you get a genuine smile out of the blonde.

“yeah. shitty hair was annoying, as usual.” he chuckles fondly. only best friends can refer to each other like that.

shitty hair was also the guy that kept katsuki from doing something, or rather someone, he might regret. he knows his best friend and he knows where his feelings lie.

katsuki was midas. everything he touched turned to gold. and people adored him for it, revelling in the fame and fortune. but with that superpower comes consequences. not everything should b shiny and gold. sure, his midas touch on the chevy door looked beautiful, but you two could never actually drive it. your relationship shimmered and glistened, but it never went anywhere.

but for a moment, things were good. you’d laugh and smile with your group of friends- though after the breakup you believed you’d never say that word again. now, those friends have the nerve to deck the halls that katsuki once loved you in.

he never was ready, so you watched him go. neither of you just didn’t know the answer, even after begging him to stay on your knees.

you would have made such a lovely bride. what a shamed he’s fucked in the head. even though to him you were the real thing.

he still has your picture in his wallet. he wants to your hold hand dancing, and never leave you like he did ever again.

“…what happened to us, anyway?” he dares to ask, his whisper speaking volumes in the silence. he knows the answer. he knows why he did what he did. but you suppose he wants to know what you think.

“one moment you love me, and your promising to fix my heater… next thing i know, you’ve gotta think things through. and then you’re on a plane to los angeles.”

he flinches at that. kind of a dick move on his part, not explaining things and immediately fleeing the country afterwards. to be fair, it was a pr trip he had planned months before, but if that wasn’t the case he’d still book a spontaneous trip to alberta or somewhere, like the coward he is.

he feels the most guilt when you bring up the heater he said he’d fix. it wasn’t the only thing he promised you. he swore you’d always be loved, that you’d never be alone, and yet he couldn’t even give you a god damn warm apartment for the winter.

“i did love you.” he attempts to correct you, though you focus only on one word.

“did?” you ask, hesitantly.

he pauses again, realizing his slip up.

“…i do love you.”

you shake your head silently, eyes welling up with tears. one falls into your cup of tea. “don’t… don’t say that just to make me feel better, kats.”

but he’s not. he’s saying it because he means it. he’s saying it because he’s kept his mothers ring in his pocket, preparing for the moment he’ll make it your ring.

at this point, he can tell the cold is getting to you. your shaking slightly, your loose sweater respectfully doing nothing to shield you from the winter air. a broken heater neglected by a shitty ex-boyfriend is enough cold.

“you’re cold?” he asks. “no, i’m warm.” you answer sarcastically. its his fault for asking.

he debates on it for a moment. normally, he wouldn’t think twice before pulling you into his embrace. but now, he worries. he wonders if thats even what you want. his quirk keeps him warm enough, but you don’t have that. seeing your reaction to the bitter winter air pushes him to a decision.

“c’mere.”

maybe its the cold, the ache in your heart missing him, or some combination of both, but you don’t think twice before shuffling over to him on the couch as he wraps his arms around you. your head lays against his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace.

god, he missed this. even the warmth of LA didn’t compare to holding you on a chilled night.

“you’re the worst.” you whisper, obviously still angry and heartbroken, yet still in his embrace. “i love you.”

those words feel like a confession. he takes it, both the proclamation of his faults and the admission that you still love him. both are true.

“i love you too, dumbass.” he says. “and i’m not just saying that.”

you perk your head up slightly, finally asking the million-dollar question: “..then why’d you break things off?”

he looks at you. he knows exactly why. but he’s not sure if he can break it to you yet. ultimately, he decides you deserve the truth.

with a sigh, he finally speaks. “i… i don’t know. i thought it would be better for you. i thought you’d be happier without me dragging you down, babe.”

you look into his red eyes and determine that he is, in fact, telling the truth- despite how fabricated it sounds. katsuki bakugou, the incredible #1 hero who was the best of the best, thought he wasn’t good enough?

yeah, thats exactly the case. because even through his heroic outside, katsuki wondered if you deserved more. or better.

he sees the confusion in your eyes and decided to explain his thoughts further. “i thought you’d be better off without me, with someone else. i thought you’d find someone better than me who didn’t have such a shitty personality, someone who you’d be better with.”

you shake your head, making sure he hears you. “i know you’ve been doubting yourself since you became #1… wondering if you’re good enough or not, but… i thought you’d at least know you’re good enough for me.”

its crazy to him how easy it was for his fears to die down if he had just talked to you in the first place. he’s learned his lesson.

so he nods, pressing a kiss and an “i’m sorry” to your forehead. you continue talking to him.

“you’re shitty, and you’re kind of an asshole.” you chuckle. “you’re also really sweet when it counts. you remember things about me. you fix things, i guess except for my heater… you’re good to me. you try. you try harder with me than with anything else in your life.”

he couldn’t help but smile a little at the truth in your words. even counting his time in UA, his relentless training to become a hero, katsuki tried the hardest to become better for you. “yeah. you make me wanna change.”

he presses his forehead to yours, just relishing in the newfound warmth. he’s happy, content.

“lets call it even.” you whisper, fingers intertwining with his. “i didn’t think i was good enough for you either.”

he almost scoffs at that. “you’re an idiot for thinkin’ that.”

you roll your eyes. “so are you.”

tags! 🫧

@dragonscribble @rayleeya @brisklofitea @saceaseeds

[shangchiswife]

joel miller- the babysitter?

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summary: sarah’s old babysitter comes to visit from graduate school and joel is surprised

warnings: smut, age gap

word count: 2140

link to part 2: part 2

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Joel Miller stood in the kitchen, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration.

He was determined to get the pancakes in front of him perfect. It was Sarah’s birthday and he just wanted to show her how much he appreciated her.

He had just finished making breakfast when his daughter bolted down the stairs.

“Morning dad,” she chirped before taking a seat at the breakfast table where Joel had placed a hot syrupy stack of pancakes.

“Morning baby girl, happy birthday,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead before taking a seat beside her.

“Pancakes! Thank you so much, dad!” she grinned before she immediately started to pile the pancakes onto her plate.

His gaze was soft as he stared at his little girl that was growing up so fast.

“So what’s the plan for today?” she asked with her mouth full.

“Mouth closed, Sarah, and whatever you want,” he ruffled her hair and she giggled.

“Thanks so much, dad, well I was thinking-”

Sarah was interrupted by the sound of the loud doorbell that sounded like it needed to be fixed.

The two glanced at each other with confusion.

“Were you expecting someone, Sarah?” Joel questioned, staring at his only daughter.

“No…” she shook her head quizzically. 

Joel stood up, rubbing his hands on his jeans before going over to the door and opening it.

When he opened it he was shocked to see you standing there dressed in a pretty white sundress, the bright sun illuminating your beaming face.

“Y/N,” he said with surprise.

“Mr. Miller, it’s nice to see you. Is Sarah here? I have a present for her,” you lifted up a small pink gift bag in your hand.

“Yeah she is, uh…come in,” he scratched the back of his head as you came inside eagerly.

“Y/N!” Sarah screamed with joy as she abandoned her breakfast and darted over to you and immediately jumped into your arms. 

“Sarah it’s so nice to see you! Look at how much you’ve grown,” you took her face in your hands and caressed it, her doe brown eyes gazing adoringly into yours. 

You had babysat for Sarah during your gap year and during college, while you were at a university nearby Austin, wanting to earn some money. Then once you were done with college you were accepted into a good Graduate program outside of Texas and rarely visited due to your busy schedule.

Joel stared at you.

He remembered you asking him to read over your college essays and him trying his best to make comments even though your work was exceptional. Hell, he remembered you putting Sarah to bed even though she begged you to stay up and watch tv. You had played an important role in Sarah’s development and he appreciated that. And now here you were so mature, hardened from the city life. 

“Here’s your gift, Sarah, I hope you like it,” you smiled, handing her the bright pink gift bag, watching as she threw out the wrapping paper.

“Woah a Britney Spears shirt and an Avril Lavigne cd! Thanks so much, Y/N,” Sarah marveled at the contents of the bag before embracing you once more.

“No problem. Anything for my favorite kid,” you winked at her as her cheeks glowed from the praise.

Suddenly the doorbell rang again and all heads turned to the crimson-red door once more.

“Good grief, how many more people are gonna knock on my door,” Joel muttered under his breath as you suppressed a giggle.

You had always had a little school-girl crush on Joel when you babysat Sarah. The way he was always so kind and gentle to you. It also didn’t help how handsome he was with his dark hair that was slightly greyed and his large muscular build, and serious dark eyes. All the girls your age had the same thoughts about Joel calling him a “silver fox.” Joel was completely oblivious to their comments, and if he did know he did a damn good job of hiding it.

This time Sarah ran up to the door and swung it open.

“Lily!” she squealed with delight as a girl around her age entered the house.

“Hey, Sarah, happy birthday! My mom was wondering if you wanted to go to the city mall with us and get a gift for you,” the girl said as Sarah immediately spun towards Joel and gave him her best puppy eyes.

You shook your head and chuckled.

You remembered when she used to do that when she wanted to stay up past her bedtime.

Joel scratched his facial hair.

“I don’t know…”

With that response, Sarah smacked him lightly with the Avril Lavigne cd she had just been gifted, her brown face scrunching up with anger.

“Alright, alright, easy I was just joking,” he chuckled as Sarah narrowed her eyes at him and then skipped away with Lily leaving the two of you alone.

It seemed that Joel had just realized and he turned around and stared at you.

“Oh…uh Y/N you can stay for dinner if you’d like I’m sure I can make something…” he said awkwardly.

You didn’t know why he was being so awkward, he was always normal when you were around.

“That sounds good, Mr. Miller,”

“Oh Y/N, you know you can just call me Joel,” his mouth twisted to the side which made you grin.

“Fine, that sounds good, Joel,” you smiled before plopping onto one of the sofas sprawled out in the cozy living room.

….

Once Joel had brought a warm plate of cookies, the awkwardness between the two of you was over and you started exchanging stories.

“And that was how Sarah got on the soccer team,” Joel wolfed down his cookie before you let out a hearty laugh.

“I can’t believe she got on there with no experience and a broken wrist,” you giggled.

“Yeah but now she’s carryin’ the team,” he said, putting the plate down on the table beside him.

As he moved over to do that simple action, your eyes flickered down to his jeans, they fit so snugly around his thick thighs.

Jesus Christ get a grip, Y/N you thought trying your hardest not to stare at them.

Once the man returned to his seat he spread his legs for comfort.

“Lord, this man is going to drive me insane,” you muttered, rubbing your temples as you could feel yourself growing wet from under your dress.

“You alright, there, Y/N?” the handsome man cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“I’m alright I just-” 

At that moment your car keys flew off your wrist and under the sofa.

“Shit,” you cursed as you bent down under the couch and searched for them.

Joel’s eyes widened and his breath hitched the moment you bent down to reach for your keys, your pretty sundress hiked up and revealed your lacy black panties.

His cock twitched in his pants as he stared at your ass. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled thinking that no one could hear him. 

But you could.

You peeked at him for a second, watching as his eyes darken as they watched your every movement.

Wanting to tease him more you wiggled your ass, wanting to get a reaction out of him.

He adjusted in his seat, fidgeting uncomfortably as he rubbed his hands on his jeans.

You fished your car keys from under the couch and placed them promptly back in your purse before going over to Joel, kneeling.

“Joel, are you feeling alright?” you kneeled right in front of his thighs, placing a gentle hand on his knee as Joel held back a groan.

He did nothing but gape as you moved his thighs aside so that you could slip in between them.

“Fuck, sweetheart what are you doin’?” Joel brought a hand down to caress your cheek.

“Please,” you looked up at him pleadingly.

“Please what,” his fingers drew shapes into your cheeks as you closed your eyes with bliss.

“Please let me suck your cock,” you placed your head on his thigh, cheeks flushed as he stroked your hair.

“Are you sure?” he struggled with his words as you nuzzled into his thigh.

“I want to,”

Your words sent the blood rushing to his cock as he took one of his fingers and put it in your mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded as you immediately complied, looking up at him innocently.

“Holy shit,” he said as he continued to thrust his finger in and out of your mouth watching as a string of drool pooled from your lips.

You whined, clearly wanting something bigger in your mouth.

“Alright princess, you show me how it’s done,” Joel rested his head back against the sofa as he watched your calculated movements.

You smirked as you rubbed your hands up and down his muscular thighs, then placed one hand on his clothed erection and traced it lightly.

“Uh uh, if you keep on doing that I’m not gonna be so nice,” he growled, gripping your chin roughly, making sure that you locked eyes with him.

You gave him a small smile before pressing a single kiss to his clothed cock.

Then you started working the zipper of his jeans, watching as his cock sprung out, pre-cum leaking from his tip, just waiting to be touched.

Your mouth watered at the sight. 

Joel guided your head, pushing it closer to his cock as you wrapped your lips around it.

“Shit yeah that’s it, princess,” he said, his head hitting the back of the couch, enjoying the warmth of your tongue on his dick.

While you took more of him in your mouth you simultaneously stroked him and fondled his balls.

“Jesus Christ,” he panted as he raked his hands through your hair, fisting it tightly.

You moaned at the pulling, the vibrations going straight to Joel’s cock.

You sink deeper into him, wanting to please him desperately as you continued to fondle his balls and wrap one of your hands around the base of his shaft.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he praised, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as you whimpered from the praise, growing wetter by the moment.

“Yeah, you like being called a good girl?” he teased, a smirk playing at his lips as he watched you struggle with his length.

Your pussy clenched around nothing as he continued to fist your hair.

You close your eyes with bliss as you continue to milk him while he lets out loud groans that go straight to your drooling cunt.

“Fuck I’m gonna-”

“Down my throat,” you breathe out as Joel completely loses it and stands up, thrusting his dick into your mouth at a brutal pace.

You moan loudly, tears leaking down your face as Joel continues to fuck you, groaning at his pleasure.

“You fuckin’ whore, having a little crush on your boss,”

You looked up at him, whimpering as tears continued to rush down your cheeks.

“Such a pretty little mouth, taking my cock so well,” he moaned as his pace faltered.

You rubbed your thighs together, wanting some friction of some sort to aid your untouched pussy.

Joel thrust one last time and released his seed, painting your throat white as he slipped out of your mouth.

He watched his cum drip down your chin and he almost became hard again at the pretty sight.

“Swallow,” he ordered as you immediately complied and swallowed his cum.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he knelt down to your cockdumb state and caressed your cheeks.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asked, sweetly.

“Yeah, Joel I’m amazing,” you said as you leaned your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him, threading your hand through his cropped hair.

The man’s breath hitched before he embraced you back, drawing circles on your back with the pad of his thumb.

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“So damn cute,” he whispered in your ear as you giggled.

“You really think so?” your heart swelled with joy at his compliment.

“I know so,” he said as you hid your smile in his chest.

“So when can we meet again?” you asked looking up at him as he looked down at you, his eyes soft and not serious like they usually are.

“Tomorrow Sarah is having her birthday party here and then Lily’s mom is taking em’ skating at the mall in the city so the house will be free,” he smirked as your cheeks heated up.

“I’ll be there,” you stood up, taking your purse and putting it over your shoulder.

“And tomorrow you’ll get your turn,” he said, winking.

You grinned at him before opening the front door and shutting it behind you.

You could not wait for tomorrow.

[mysticheathenn]

What Booktrope Is Your Future Love Story?

Hi, Hexlings!

This pick-a-card reading is for my Patreon All Tiers. This pick-a-card reading is all about what book trope is your future love story.

This is a general reading, remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help. Tarot should be used as entertainment and not a for sure answer to your problems but as a guide, a sense of hope, and amusement.

Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.

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Pile l:

What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Wedding, Children, Love Yourself First, Calling in Your Soulmate, Passion.

Soulmates X Sworn Off Love. Pile l you probably have been through the ringer when it comes to finding "the one". Time and time again people have disappointed you and you have mostly given up on love. You are in the headspace of if love happens great if not, you don't care because you are currently focusing on yourself right now or will soon be focusing on yourself. I always find it wild because usually when you give up on finding love and you focus on yourself you end up meeting your soulmate. For clarity, when I mean focusing on yourself I mean better yourself and seeing growth of who you are as a person and growing your career not just sitting at home pretending to not think of love. When you focus on yourself it has to be for yourself not to bring in a relationship. It kind of defeats the purpose, it's like washing and drying off at the same time. Did you work on the parts of yourself that needs to be "fixed" so you arent doing more harm than good (energetically attracting the same people)? During this time of swearing off love you need to be healing and reminding yourself that you are worthy of a healthy love, nothing is wrong with you, and you are amazing. Your soulmate is out there waiting to love you out loud, passionately, and whole heartedly. Patreon Link

Pile ll:

What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Free Yourself, Passion, Engagement, Playfulness, Pay attention to red flags, Chemistry

Enemies to Lovers X Alpha Hero X "Insta love". Because you have been burned in the past, you refuse to let another person smooth talk their way into your heart so you put up a wall for some of you. You may also have been attracted to Pile l but for others of you, there's something about this person where you feel the need to look for red flags every time you hang out with this person. You don't know if it's your paranoia or if there is indeed something wrong with this person but either way you slowly but surely lower your defenses and see this person for who they are and end up seeing that this person actually wants to get to know you and not waste your time. There will be an instant connection and for some of you this may possibly be one of the triggers to up your defenses because maybe you aren't the type to believe in "Love at first sight" but either way you will definitely give this person hell for a little bit. What I mean by that is you will be sarcastic (playfully) and basically make them jump through hopes in order to prove their worth to you and boy do they love jumping. Patreon Link

Pile lll:

What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Trust, Stay Optimistic about your love life, finances and career, Romantic feelings, Give your relationship a chance, & Healing family issues.

Second Chance X Workplace X Opposites Attract. This pile has multiple messages but overall I feel this pile is mostly for those who have an on again off again relationship. Some of you may be with no contact with your person while others of you are in contact but not together and want to get back together but aren't sure. The few of you the other message is this person you could possibly know from work and you aren't sure whether you should give this person a try because of the saying "Don't shit where you sleep." Trust your gut to know if this will be a good idea or not it's never a bad thing to test the waters. If this person is mature and not a man-child where you will regret even considering this, I say go for it. You never know how far it will go. Now, for the vast majority of you with exes and on-again-off-again relationships...there seems to be some healing that needs to happen within the relationship. Some of you or maybe even your person acts the way they do because they never had a good example of how to treat, act, and go about relationships in a healthy way so they act out. My suggestion if you can afford to is going to couples therapy or establishing boundaries and better communication with each other on what is okay and what is not. Maybe even doing a trial period if you still aren't sure if you should give in to this person. Patreon Link

Pile lV:

What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Chemistry, Playfulness, Engagement, Worth Waiting for, New Love, Free Yourself, Express Your Love, Attraction.

Friends to Lovers X Fling. This pile was kind of tricky to place into a book trope it was as if the possibilities for you are endless but I settled on Friends to lovers and possibly a fling-turned relationship. Either way, this person coming in could either be a new person in general who becomes a good friend that you develop feelings for a fling that is someone new and you develop feelings for either way this relationship is playful, fun, and light-hearted. You feel this person is exactly what the doctor ordered. Some of you may not want to get into a serious relationship right now because of either trauma or you just aren't ready for it so being with this person will feel very casual and fun. For whatever reason I feel like this person will make you feel like a kid at the fair. No worries, just fun in the sun. There is definitely a lot of attraction for each other and you will feel free to be yourself as well. For some of you, this may lead to an engagement while for others of you this is just something that will pass the time. Patreon Link

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[goldfades]

headcannons of you being a media girl for the team and KK constantly annoying you and pulling you with her to make tiktoks

you cannot tell me that kk wouldn’t be all up in that camera

“welcome to the kk arnold show-“

“ KK GIMME MY DAMN CAMERA!”

𝐔𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍 𝐖𝐁𝐁 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑!𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

─ warnings | nothing but light banter, pretty much nothing else?

─ taglist | @xocherishxo @iienstein @yazmunson @euphternal and here's a link to my taglist if anyone would like to join!!

─ ev's notes | so instead of like media girl hc's, i'm gonna do manager, it's basically the same thing except manager kinda does everything, it's not limited to photos and social media. it's BASICALLY the same just more of an umbrella term LOL, i hope y'all enjoyed!

you've been the manager for the women's bb team since freshman year and let's just say it's SO chaotic but very rewarding

and yes, you're so right

kk would force you to be in the videos and you're all like force smiling, looking like you're being held hostage

everyone in the comments are SCREECHING cus your answers are always so hilarious and they all love you

"who has the best music taste on the team OTHER THAN YOU?" "other than me?????" "yeah.." "no one, i have the best one"

but people love you sm

i feel like they'd make compilations of you interacting with the team (in specifically the tiktoks bc they're funny af)

eventually people coin the term... "y/n and her toddlers"

you're like the mom of the team (obviously cus ur the manager) but like in more ways than just one

like the freshman first start to open up to you, every comes to you for advice, etc etc

they all just ADORE you

cus who wouldn't?

since you're in charge of the social medias, you FEED the paige bueckers girlies

you take so many pictures of our girl and everyone on tiktok loves u for it

on the buses to games, oh god bless u

especially the really long car rides, everyone will do anything but sleep when the only thing you're tryna do is sleep

LIKE EVERYTHING, they will bring cases of redbull bc they swearrrrr it's team bonding

(they just wanna shit talk everyone they know)

they drag you into everything, especially like if two (or multiple) of the girls are having problems bc you usually know how to deal with them

they adore you yes, but they also fear the fuck outta you

so you make them sit down and talk it out (with you + any seniors at the time to make sure they actually do) then BOOM it's fixed

again, you're like their mom

here's a little snippet of what it's like being their manager 😗

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"Hey y'all, welcome back to the KK Arnold show! Today we're gonna go interview the mysterious Y/N," KK shouted as she looked at the camera with a smile, beginning to walk to the sidelines of the empty court. She gestured to keep walking until they eventually reach you.

You looked up to meet the camera with a confused smile as you setup your camera. KK couldn't help but let out a laugh, causing you to shake your head in amusement.

"Everyone wanted to have an interview with you, how do you feel about that?" KK finally got out after she stopped laughing, unable to maintain a straight face at your confused expression.

You laughed softly, adjusting the camera before responding, "Uh... well you know, it's part of the job."

KK shook her head dramatically as the camera zooms in on her face, "She hates you guys, Y/N is a D1 hater-"

"No, oh my god shut up!" You laughed as KK gave you a mock glare. "I love you guys."

"How do you feel about the edits?" KK held in her laugh as she glanced back at you then the camera, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Of... Paige?"

KK shook her head, "No, of you."

"There are edits of me?" You couldn't but laugh as you shook your head, taking a seat on the bench as you finished up setting up your film camera.

"Yeah, the people are going feral." KK smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Oh don't act like you haven't seen them, we send them to you on the groupchat."

You glared at KK before she bursted out laughing, putting up her hands in surrender. "Bro, leave me alone."

"No, you signed up for this when you became manager." KK joked as you held in your laugh with a thin-lipped scowl, pretending to be annoyed.

Before you could respond, Paige and Nika walked out to the court and KK waved them over. "Guys, Y/N's being a hater again."

"Aw, be nice to the freshman, Y/N." Paige joked as she joined you on the bench. KK sent her a glare as you and Paige laughed, Nika joining you two on the bench with a grin.

You shot KK a playful glare, though the corners of your lips couldn't help but twitch upwards. " Yeah, freshman privileges only go so far, KK. Don't push your luck."

"Bro," KK sighed exasperatedly as all three of you laughing. "Anyways back to the interview, how do you feel about the Paige edits?"

You and Paige glanced at each other before Paige began laughing. "Actually, as an veteran-edit watcher, they're really good. I don't know about the audios though, they're not very cordial."

"Oh my god, Y/N watched the KK Arnold show confirmed?" KK gasped as laughed loudly, joined by Nika and Paige.

"Bro, I recorded that video."

KK's smile dropped as she dramatically side eyed the camera and gestured toward her neck. "Cut the cameras, cut the damn cameras."

The camera didn't cut, it zoomed on all three of you laughing loudly. KK tried to maintain a serious expression before she sighed dramatically, "the haters are gonna keep hating."

"Facebook ass quote," Paige mumbled as you began laughing even harder, feeling your stomach beginning to hurt as tears began to build in your eyes.

"Oh you really wanna play with me right now," KK joked as she stormed toward you and Paige as the camera cut dramatically.

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TS4: Bar Items Replacement

Sul sul ^^

One more food replacement for you ^^

This time it's the bar items :)

DOWNLOAD VERSIONS:

* There are two versions:

- Brands ver: In this version the green, blue and yellow bottles will be replaced by Heineken beer, Bartenura Moscato wine and Budweiser beer. For Simmers who prefer a more realistic game :)

- EA inspired ver: I remade the tree EA bottles, but in an alpha version. The texts are writen in Simlish :)

* NOTE: You can only use one of these two versions.

*--* Click here to see them (imgur image link) *--*

ABOUT THIS DOWNLOAD:

* Bar Items replaced: The tree drink bottles, the water bottle, the cocktail shaker, the swizzle stick, the lighter, the limes, the ice cubes, the cleaning sponge.

* As you may know, Sims use these same bottles while cooking. But this download will only replace the items at the bar. I'll be posting more specific items for the kitchen soon :)

* I also decided to create a separate replacement version for the bar cleaning sponge. This way, if you are using the kitchen sponge override, they will be separate versions (one will not affect the other).

Read the post on Patreon for more details :)

I hope you'll enjoy this a lot ^^

If there are any problems, let me know so I can fix it :)

Happy Simming ^^

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