#i promise i am trying to work promise i have only had school laptop in my room from this morning and tumblr is blocked on that as is all the

[roomwithanopenfire]

Six Sentence/ Stitch Sunday

Happy Sunday everyone!! Thanks for the tags @monbons and @rimeswithpurple!

I've been super busy this week but have managed to do a tiny bit of writing/editing this weekend. I'm working more my COBB, going back and cleaning up the first chapter for the posting date as it creeps closer and closer.

Here's actually six sentences from the beginning of that chapter:

I don’t normally follow cute boys I meet in coffee shops home, but there was something about Simon. He literally ran into my table, knocking my coffee all over my school notes and only barely missing my laptop—I should have thought he was an imbecile.  But he was cute. That was hard to deny. I looked up over the soggy mess that was my notebook to find a golden haired boy with a sheepish smile. He insisted on buying me a new coffee and a sandwich and then we ended up talking.

I promise you this is only a meet-cute and nothing terrible will happen to them. Absolutely zero angst, you know me. All fluff. Only happiness. Would I lie to you?

I also did some crocheting this weekend. I decided to try doing some tapestry crochet again, which I've only done once before but I had so much fun doing it last time so I figured I'd try it again! I've discovered that the only two things I like crocheting are blankets and tapestry crochets. Any other projects I either haven't finished or didn't have as much fun making.

But this is not to say I am good at tapestry crochet. I adapted a pattern I found online to match the colors I have, and I'm not super happy with all the colors turned out, but I wasn't going to buy new yarn for this.

Here's the adapted pattern, an in progress photo of the back, the completed front, and the completed back:

The edges are SO wonky because I am very beginner at tapestry crochet and my tension becomes so tight when I'm changing colors. But I had fun making it so I'm counting it a win!

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[byeoltoyuki]

✧memories of us ✧ secret keeper

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: Likes and reblogs are appreciated ♥

Masterlist / previous / next

You groaned for what seemed like hundredth time in the space of few hours. You had been staring at the different tabs opened on your laptop, reflecting on your life. How in the hell did the society expected kids to know what they wanted to do? Of course, there were some among your classmates who knew from day one what they wanted to do; some wanted to become doctors, some wanted to become teachers. The others? Confused as hell. And so were you.

The pressure from your teachers, reminding you every day how important your grades were for your future, was already a huge weight. But the worst pressure came from your mom. She always had huge expectation from you, pretexting she wanted the best for you and a part of you knew that it was true. The other part of you, however, wondered if she wasn’t trying to live her own dreams through you. She knew you were a good student, among the tops. She knew you could do big things if you put your heart into it. But you? You weren’t so sure of what you truly wanted. No, that was a lie. You knew, deep inside you, exactly what you wanted but didn’t dare to do. Didn’t dare to admit out loud, scared of what people would think, would say.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” You complained and slammed your head against the table. You had been looking for hours through different options. Three tabs for law schools; prestigious one that your mom hoped you would attend. Their brochure looked very promising, guaranteeing you a prosperous future at the biggest firms. The three other tabs were for art school.

“What ya doing?” Jisung plopped on the empty chair before you, looking joyful and ready to tease you.

You slammed your laptop shut as quickly as you could before Jisung had a chance to see what you were doing. Probably not your brightest move – it attracted his attention and his curiosity. And curious Jisung meant only trouble for you; he always knew how to get answers from you. Sadly.

Jisung quirked a brow, smirking. “Someone is being suspicious.” He glanced at his phone to check the time. “Isn’t it too early to watch porn? And in a library? You’re kinky!”

Yeah, he was in the mood to tease you. You slapped his hand in response. “I’m not you, pervert!”

“Fine. No porn for you.” He conceded. “Still, you’re being hella suspicious, angel. What are you hiding?”

Because it was Jisung, you wanted to tell him everything. Despite his taste for jokes and teasing, Jisung was a very good listener and from time to time he gave very good advice. But this, this piece of you, you had kept it from everyone. From him, from Changbin and even from Yunji.

“Nothing. I’ve been working on a project.” You lied. Another bad move.

Jisung shook his head in disappointment. “Angel, you do remember that we share the same class, right? I don’t remember us having any assignment.” That made him roll his chair to your side, he leaned close, invading your personal space – you tried to back down, but really, there wasn’t a place to hide.

“So,” He stared deep into your eyes, “What are you hiding?”

An escape. You needed an escape. You averted your eyes from his face, knowing damn well that if he kept staring at you like that, you would give up. You tried to roll your own chair from him but Jisung was faster, he grabbed your legs and pulled you back, closer to him.

“Oh no. I don’t think so!”

“God, why are you so-“ You groaned again.

“Adorable? Handsome? Clever?”

“Annoying. But whatever floats your boat.”

Jisung pinched your leg in protest – your body jerked in response. One day you would get used to him being touchy. But that day wasn’t today. Your face heated up in embarrassment and not because he didn’t believe you. No, his touches were doing something to you, to your body.

“Come on. Don’t be a tease and tell me.” He begged

You glanced at your legs; Jisung was drawing circles on your skin – you blamed yourself for wearing a skirt. It was such an innocent gesture, but you felt hot in places you weren’t supposed to. You cleared your throat and cursed yourself for being so distracted. But then, when you looked back at Jisung, a smug smile was plastered on his face. The little shit knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Do you know what you’re going to do after high school?” You blurted to distract him from his antics.

“I actually do. Music!” And you should have known the answer. Music was a huge part in Jisung’s life and even you couldn’t imagine him doing anything else.

“Right. I’m not even surprised.”

“Is this what worries you?” He asked instead, “You’re trying to figure out what to do?”

You avoided his eyes, trying to hide just how deeply it bothered you. 

“Hey.” Jisung gently cupped your face and made you look at him, his gaze softened and so did his smile. “You have time to figure out what you want to do with life.” 

“I-“ Your heart was clenching painfully in your chest. His sweetness, his gentleness and his warm touch brought out unwanted emotions. “I’m probably going to end up in a law school.” You sounded bitter even to your own ears. 

Jisung let go of you and slumped further into his chair. He wasn’t convinced. “Law school?”

“Yes. I believe I can make it.” 

“Oh I don’t doubt it. But is it really what you want to do?” Of course he would doubt you. How could he not when even you weren’t convinced? “Aren’t you just scared to disappoint the people counting on you?” 

And his words hit you right in the guts. Jisung was right, you were terrified to disappoint your mom, your teachers. But it was your future, your opinion, your wishes and well-being should be the priority. 

“Art. I want to go to an art school.” You admitted, finally. 

And Jisung’s face brightened at your confession as if he already knew what you truly wanted to do with your life but was too scared to admit. “It suits you.”

“How can you tell?” You wondered. It was something you hid well from the world. Every time you drew, you did on your free time alone. Every time you painted, you made sure your mom was either at work or away. Jisung’s reaction intrigued you. 

He flicked your nose playfully. “Because my sweet angel, while you think you’re alone, I’m always watching you.” 

Your face warmed up once more at his words. It pleased you to know that he watched you and maybe cared for you as much as you did for him. But instead of showing him how you felt, you playfully slapped his arm. “Creep.” 

“An adorable one, please.” 

Yeah, he was. 

“Can you,” You hesitated, “Can you keep it to yourself? I don’t want people to know about my wish.” 

Jisung considered telling you that you didn’t need to feel ashamed about what you liked, but he could understand your hesitation. So he nodded. “Yes. I’ll be your secret keeper.” 

[starwarsmum]

Day 10 for Maribat BioFamily September y'all! And today it's: We're Hiring

@maribat-calendar-events

“I just can't move here full time, even if I wanted to,” Marinette protested, head buried in her arms. Summer was nearly over and everyone was trying to convince her to stay in Gotham for the whole year. As much as she loved spending time with them, she missed her parents and friends in France. 

“I'm just saying that if you wanted to work with Wayne Fashion, we would absolutely hire you now,” Tim said slyly, working on his laptop at the dining table. Marinette looked up and glared at him, but he merely shrugged. “It wouldn't be a full-time gig or anything, and you'd probably have to go to school with Damian, but you'd be working for a major name in fashion.”

“Please, I've had offers from the style queen and Gabriel - pre-takedown, obviously - and Jagged Stone endorses me. I don't need your nepotism, thank you very much. Also, stop trying to think up things to tempt me! I doubt Damian would like you using him like that.”

Tim pulled a face at her but didn't say anything. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Tim started up again. “Look, I'm not saying you have to live in Gotham if you don't want to. But I am willing to make a genuine offer to partner with you. I've been looking to hire MDC for ages, so it isn't technically nepotism.”

“...I'm not sure how to feel about it being ‘technically not nepotism’,” Marinette said drily, doodling designs into a sketchbook idly. “Besides, I like being commission based, I get to turn down anyone I don't want to work with. And I get to work with a greater variety of people. But maybe I could work out a couple of pieces for you.”

“Seriously?” Tim jerked his gaze away from his work and looked at her excitedly. “No, wait, seriously, you would? Because I really want an MDC original, and if you would let me commission you, it would make my year.”

Marinette laughed and promised to sit down with him that evening and get a design or two under way.

_ _ _

While Tim was waiting for Marinette that evening, he had brought up a bunch of saved images of different clothes he liked the styles of. He also, at Marinette's command, grabbed a range of his most comfortable clothes, although she hadn't said why. 

“Sorry, I lost track of time,” Marinette chirped as she burst into the room. She had told him that morning that she was planning to walk Titus with the demon brat that afternoon and apparently she had only just returned because she was flushed and slightly out of breath. Even her hair, usually in neat bunches, was loose and slightly mussed as though wind had been running through it. 

“No problem,” Tim replied easily, sitting forward in his chair eagerly. As he launched into an explanation of what he wanted for the first commission, his sister nodded along, making notes in her sketchbook and asking seemingly random questions. 

An hour later, she finished asking him questions and he had exhausted every possible description of what he wanted, she sketched out several designs. One in particular stood out to him, a casually scruffy suit jacket. She explained that it would look worn but be impeccably stitched so that it wouldn't be worn out easily. 

“Just based on what you were saying about wanting to mess with your board of directors,” she added, highlighting various additional aspects. “Obviously I'll make it out of easily washable fabric, in case you spill coffee on it. And it'll be durable, because I know you like to skate around the halls of Wayne Enterprises.”

“It's perfect, Nette,” Tim breathed, grinning widely at her. She looked pleased with herself, jotting down last minute notes before they discussed pricing and timescales. Then she started the process all over again to design clothes for non-business use.

It was nearly midnight by the time they finished and Tim called an end to their chat. When he stood up and stretched, he could see that she was still pondering the sketchbook, muttering and making notes of her own that he couldn't decipher.

“You should get some sleep, Nette,” he said, dragging her out of her own thoughts and offering a hand up. She jumped as though startled and gave him a sheepish grimace. “Lord knows I'm going to bed.”

“Mmm, I'm just going to check in with Jay, make sure he doesn't want to do some baking and then I'll head to bed too,” she said with a more genuine smile. “Besides, once the ideas get going I find it hard to just sleep, you know?”

Tim agreed that he did indeed know, walking her towards the kitchen. They said goodnight and Tim went to bed feeling like he'd won the lottery - by the end of the year, he would finally have a commissioned MDC original.

[deannagrey]

Just Dare Me: Chapter 2 (1/4)

At the top of the New Year, I have a habit of reading old stuff. It's got me nostalgic so I started re-working some scenes from this book. You can read chapter one here.

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

The dares started last semester when David and I finally accepted we’d be in one another’s lives whether we liked it or not. At the time, only one of his teammates had been dating mine. Now, that count was up to two….almost three if you included Ari’s on-and-off-again thing with a certain wide receiver. Since our group was slowly pairing off, we were often left on the sidelines during nights out.

It didn’t take long for me to realize David was the kind of guy who loved getting a rise out of anyone. He’d made it his mission to find all the wrong buttons to press. Apparently, my responses to him were some of his favorites.

Ari warned me not to engage when she noticed how irritated I got in his presence. But I couldn’t just stand around listening to his contrary nonsense.

“Sure, nihilism has its place in society,” I ranted to Ari and Covee in our kitchen. It might be too early for a philosophical debate, but David’s response to my well-thought-out discussion post had me seething.

After my call with my sister, he’d spend another forty minutes waiting for his clothes to dry. While I typed away on my laptop, he’d been typing away on his phone. It wasn’t until after he left that I realized he’d crafted a lengthy response to my post on hope in a capitalistic society. His response was three times as long as the requirement. He’d picked apart every one of my arguments without so much as an attempt to see my side of things.

“But we’re doomed if we think nothing matters,” I continued.

Ari stood at the breakfast bar, balancing on one leg while her foot rested on her thigh. Covee was at the microwave, trying to avoid eye contact because she didn’t like conflict in the morning.

“Doomed might be a strong word,” Ari disagreed in a calm voice. She sipped her green juice through a metal straw.

“You’re on his side?” I raised a brow, surprised. Ari was Miss. Cool, Calm, and Collected in times of stress. But, she had beliefs. She loved meaning. In her world, things had a purpose. I’d been to too many of her yoga classes, listening about the importance of breath and balance to not know that she believed in purpose.

“No, I’m not on anyone’s side.” She smiled and tossed a curly loc out of her face. “I’m just considering his viewpoint. You know, like you say people should.”

I huffed and grabbed my favorite mug. Covee hurried out of my way with her bowl of oatmeal. I hadn’t reached rampaged levels yet but I was getting close. As the coffee machine hummed, I grabbed a protein bar from the pantry.

“Whatever, I’m over it,” I mumbled.

“Really?” Covee looked surprised as she settled next to Ari at the breakfast bar.

Ari laughed. “No way. She’s outlining a nine-page opposition essay as we speak.”

“I am not.” I turned away from them, pretending to be focused on my brewing coffee so they wouldn’t read the lie in my eyes. How should I open my argument? With something subtle or go right for his jugular?

Jugular. The answer was always jugular.

“God, I wish I was in your class,” Ari mourned. “Witnessing the fights you two have would be worth the hefty credit price tag.”

Ari was the only one of my friends on campus who wasn’t enrolled in school. She’d taken her classes online from her college back home.

Each day Covee and I came back from in-person classes, she got amped on hearing about our campus drama — no matter how big or small.

“I’ll have you know, I’m well-behaved in class,” I promised.

Ari snorted. Covee tried to hide her smile by taking a big bite of food.

“I am. There’s no way I’m letting David Porter make me out to be some raging, argumentative know-it-all. There’s so much more to me than that.”

“Of course there is,” Covee agreed with a sweet smile.

I nodded. “Plus, I have to be on my best behavior because I represent something bigger.”

“Hope?” Ari teased.

“Ha ha.” I made a face. “I’m talking about the Black Women Development Circle. Check this out. Here are this year’s executive board sign-ups.”

I pulled out my phone and scrolled to the photo of our signup sheets. Ari whistled impressed while Covee gave me a round of applause.

“Not exactly overflowing enough so that we have to hold a vote with non-board members but still…I had an actual team this year! And I have a good feeling about them. They’re going to show up and do the work.”

“Oh my God, Yara,” Covee gushed. “That’s incredible. Every spot’s full?”

“Every single one.” My smile widened and my shoulders relaxed at the change in subject. Not talking about David was far better for my health. “Even our social media manager. I won’t have to bug you every weekend for poster designs.”

Covee rolled her eyes at my teasing. “You know I never mind. Besides, designing stuff for you gave me tons of practice and content for my portfolio. It was a win-win.”

“Since that’s the case…” I wiggled my brow. “Could I keep you on call? Just as a backup. No pressure, of course. I know mixing work and friendship is always a little dicey.”

Covee waved away my worries. “I’ll be on call for as long as you need. As far as I’m concerned, I’m your personal graphic designer now and forever.”

I beamed. “You’re the absolute best.”

“So, I’m assuming the ball’s a go?” Ari looked excited about the prospect. “I live for any excuse to dress up.”

“It’s a go--I just have to get a few other orgs on board. My pitch is airtight,” I said. “ I’m talking to a few other presidents next week. I’m planning out venues and entertainment next week with the girls. We’re voting on themes, too.”

“Can I toss gothic into the ring?” Ari asked. “I know a good recipe for a vegan red icing that drips like blood. I can make all the desserts.”

“That’s an option. Sure.” I laughed. “Covee, what about you?”

“Kind of like the idea of a regency ball. Cliche, I know, but for a reason,” she said with a shy smile.

“It’s cute. Classic.” I nodded and typed each of their suggestions into my growing notes list. Before I could relock my phone a text from Mr- Thorn-In-My-Side himself came through.

David: Don’t forget about tonight. A no-show means an automatic forfeit.

I scoffed and responded: I know what it means. I made up the rule. Why don’t you just worry your pretty face about your part of the dare? K?

David: She thinks I’m pretty. I’m blushing.

The thought of David blushing had me shaking my head. Long ago I was convinced because of his energy-sucking powers, he was a vampire and thus, incapable of changing shades.

“Don’t forget an umbrella,” Ari’s warning made me look up from my phone. “Rain’s on the forecast. Your hair looks too good to ruin.”

“Thanks, Mom.” I ran a hand over my Havana twists. They swayed down to my hips. The four-hour installation was more than worth it. I always felt ready for any and everything after my hair got done.

“Alright, ladies, I’m off to conquer the world. Do you need anything while I’m at it?” I poured my coffee from the mug into a travel cup.

“Mm, hearts of enemies make good broth I heard.” Ari winked.

“I’ll take weapons,” Covee decided. “My sculpture elective is killing me. I need something unique to impress my professor.”

“Done and done. Hearts and swords for my soulmates.” I grabbed my bag and the clear umbrella by the door. “I’ll see you guys for dinner. Love you two!”

“Love you!” they said in unison as I stepped out of the door.

[maria021015]

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CHAPTER 36!

Researching who had broken into the vault and how they had done it did not take them minutes, as Stiles had promised Derek. Instead, it took them hours - and come morning they still didn’t have any answers.

“Kids!” Noah shouted at the three teenagers asleep in various strange positions scattered around his son’s bedroom. Stiles himself was face down on the floor with his cheeks smooshed against stacks of newspaper articles and beside a crime board with red string connecting printed papers. Scott was sprawled awkwardly over the desk chair and Zaida was spread out right on the edge of the bed with her arms dangling over the edge and reaching towards a laptop that was on the ground, her fingertips barely brushing the keyboard where it must have fallen at some point in the night. “Hey, time to wake up! Kids!”

“Am I late?!” Zaida yelped and woke with a start at the Sheriff’s raised voice, quickly losing her balance and crashing to the floor with a resounding thud and grunt of pain. She groaned as she rolled over onto her back and looked around the messy room to see Stiles in the process of getting up and Scott rubbed his eyes.

“I gotta get to work. You three? Get to school.” Stiles’ father instructed them firmly.

“Dad! Heather?” Stile blurted out the question, wondering if there was any news about the girl.

“No. Nothing yet.” The Sheriff shook his head grimly and headed downstairs to prepare his morning coffee.

“Ten hours and nothing.” Stiles sighed hopelessly, getting to his feet and gathering all of the papers that were covering the surfaces of his bedroom almost entirely from view.

“We're gonna find something,” Scott reassured the boy.

“Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead, or Boyd any less about-to-be-dead…” He groused bitterly, feeling helpless against the clock that was steadily ticking in the back of their minds. They were running out of time.

“Well, we still have time.” The werewolf tried to look on the positive side, but the reality was that they were steadfastly running out of time.

“For now,” Zaida snorted, trying not to be the pessimist in this situation but failing miserably. She couldn’t even find it within her to sit up right now. The floor felt better than it ever had.

“Is this whole, like, ‘remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster’ thing a part of the Be A Better Scott McCall Program?” Stiles grumbled sarcastically.

“Uh, not if it doesn't work…” Scott answered hesitantly, not knowing if Stiles meant it as a good thing or not. He was just trying to be helpful.

“No, it works.” Stiles smiled warmly at his best friend, appreciating his efforts. The smile dropped from his face along with his jaw when he looked at a paper he had just picked up in shock. Shoving it into Scott’s hands, the boy then hurried out of the room and after his father. “Oh, Dad! Dad? DAD!”

“What is he yapping about?” Zaida muttered and turned back over onto her stomach crawling across the floor with minimal energy toward the chair Scott was sitting in so he could flash her the image printed on the news article. A younger Sheriff Stilinski was pictured making the arrest of the criminals who broke into the vault. “How did we not think to ask him sooner?” She huffed and collapsed back onto the carpet lazily.

“Come on, you gotta get up. We have to get ready for school.” Scott urged her and she held up her arm in the air.

“Drag me.” She grunted in a deep voice, still heavy with sleep.

“To where?” Scott blinked at her blankly, and Stiles came running back into the room like a hurricane, tearing through his things to grab his backpack and shove a bunch of papers he’d just retrieved into it. He stopped only long enough to take one look at Zaida’s zombified form, and picked up a half-drunken bottle of water from his desk, unscrewing the lid and emptying the rest over her face as she gasped and shot straight up into a seated position.

“I am going to rip your testicles from your body and force-feed them to you, Stilinski!” Zaida shrieked loudly and shot him a dangerous glare.

“You gotta catch me first,” He shot back with a mischievous glint in his amber eyes and she launched herself off the floor and straight at him as he practically flew down the steps and towards the kitchen, hiding behind the form of his incredibly confused father.

“Whoah, hold up. What’s going on?” He held up his hands in an appeasing gesture as Zaida went skidding to a stop in front of him.

“Your son just poured half a bottle of stagnant desk water on me and I am going to kill him!” She growled in a low voice.

“Hey! It woke you up, didn’t it?” Stiles defended himself.

“Don’t you think killing is a little bit extreme?” Noah winced and Stiles nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

“Fine. Then I’m going to seriously maim and injure your son.” She settled for a midground and the Sheriff nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that I can live with.” He stepped aside, placed his freshly brewed coffee on the kitchen bench and gave her a clear path to the boy, who looked at his father with narrowed eyes and his mouth floundering open and shut.

“You handed your own son over? Just like that?” Stiles shook his head, flabbergasted. “This complete and utter betrayal is appalling! I am your flesh and blood! The fruit of your loins!”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Noah tilted his head at Zaida, encouraging her forward, and her lips spread into a slow, evil smile as her eyes darkened at Stiles and she picked up the Sheriff’s mug of coffee. The boy barely had time to start running before she launched herself at him. He hooked around the kitchen bench and bolted through the dining room, looking back as he reached the living area just in time to see her gaining on him. In an instant she was leaping onto his back, wrapping an arm around his neck and her legs around his middle as she screamed profanities into his ear and tipped the coffee mug upside down over his spiky hair.

“No! Not the hair!” He whined as the girl released him and smirked smugly at the brown liquid running down his face. His hair was stuck to his forehead, a flattened mess.

“Clean it up Stiles,” Noah instructed the boy as he walked past them on his way out the front door, folding a new cup of coffee.

“What? Me? But she’s the one who-” The boy protested and sighed in defeat when the front door closed behind his father. Zaida smiled at him innocently as he glared at her. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe,” She shrugged nonchalantly and started climbing the staircase to get ready for school. “But I definitely won that round.”

“It wasn’t a competition! Just so you know!” He yelled out after her and was left standing alone, sopping wet in a puddle of coffee. “This is just great.”

“All right. So, we meet at Derek's at five to go over the plan, and then we don't get started until dark.” Scott summarised as they walked through the hallway lined with blue lockers.

“'Kay. What do we do 'til then?” Stiles nodded, fiddling with the straps of his backpack as adrenaline coursed through him in anticipation of their upcoming mission.

“What, right now?” Scott asked with his brows furrowed in confusion. “We've got English.”

“Yeah, and we really need to hurry up or we’re gonna be late.” Zaida huffed and quickened her pace as she glanced at the time flashing on her phone screen.

“And who’s fault was that, Zaida?” Stiles raised a brow at her in challenge.

“Yours,” She shot back with a sarcastic smile, finding it easier and easier to fall into their natural rhythm despite her growing feelings for him.

“How was it my fault?” The boy looked at her in bewilderment.

“You didn’t clean up the coffee fast enough, you didn’t run away quickly enough, you initiated a war by drowning me first thing in the morning - that’s three ways, you can choose your favourite.” She counted on her fingers as she listed them and then turned to walk backwards, holding up the three fingers she had raised to him - her index, middle and ring fingers. “Oh, and before I forget, read between the lines, Stilinski.”

“Oh, that’s lovely. Yeah, as if ruining my hair and my favourite flannel wasn’t enough, you just had to flip me off too.” He shook his head bitterly. “Are you seeing this, Scotty? You’re on my side, right?”

The werewolf pursed his lips and kept his mouth shut, not saying a word but being unable to fight off the amused smirk on his face. “Unbelievable! Betrayed by the man who gave me life and my best friend since the sandbox on the same day!”

“And it’s only eight.” Zaida winked at him, leaving him floundering as she stalked off to her locker.

“We should never have invited her into our group, you know. She’s getting between our friendship, and I really don’t like it.” Stiles sighed dramatically.

“Neither of us actually invited her though. She just barged in one day and sort of stuck.” Scott snickered. “Besides, where would we be without her?”

“You can’t love two people at the same time, Scotty. So pick. Is it gonna be her or me?” Stiles laid down the ultimatum in jest.

“Didn’t Captain Jack Sparrow once say that if you fall in love with two people, pick the second one because if you really loved the first, you never would have fallen for the second?” Scott mused.

“Have you been watching Pirates of the Caribbean without me?” Stiles’ jaw dropped practically to the floor.

“Zaida and I watched the other night after Heather’s party,” Scott admitted casually.

“Oh my God! I’ve been begging you to let me lead your movie education for years, and she waltzes in and after one night you actually let her ?” Stiles exclaimed exasperatedly, his hands flailing about wildly. “You totally Anakin Skywalkered me!”

“She was drunk! I wasn’t about to tell her no.” Scott defended himself. “I don't think anyone can tell her what to do, anyway. She’s Zaida,” He shrugged as if it was an explanation on its own, and it truly was.

[star--joy]

5 Times People Thought Percy and Vex were Dating...

And the one time they decided to prove them right.

Chapter One: Keyleth

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Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 2227

Originally posted: 12/8/22

Ao3 link: archiveofourown.org/works/43509219

“What about this one?” Keyleth asks once again, stepping into view and spinning to give her college dorm-mate a full view of her newest set of clothes.

Percy sighs, begrudgingly looking up from his textbook to observe whatever she’s thrown together this time. “It looks fine. Just like the last eight outfits have.”

She looks down at the knitted green sweater she’d carefully picked out, paired with the black jeans. “Just fine? Are you sure it’s not too casual? Or not casual enough? Fuck, maybe I should wear something brighter…”

“Listen. I am the last person you should be coming to for fashion advice. Besides, no one there will care if your style isn’t perfect,” he tells her.

Keyleth pulls her lip between her teeth, wiping some imaginary dust off her black leggings and trying to convince herself to listen to him. Percy would know more than she would. After all, they’re his friends she’s meeting.

Still…

“I really want them to like me, Percy.” The admission would be hard to force out with anyone else, but it’s strangely easy to be honest with her roommate and best friend. “I mean, you make them sound so cool when you talk about them! And I don’t want to be that, like, annoying friend who no one wants to invite to the party, but they have to, because—”

Percy shuts his laptop, placing it beside him on the couch. “Keyleth,” he says, effectively cutting off her rambling with that tone of his that is somehow both firm and soothing. “They going to love you more than they love me. I promise.”

“Now you’re just trying to make me feel better,” she objects, rubbing the soft yarn of her sweater between her fingers to calm some of her anxiety.

“I’m really not. You’re much easier to care about than me.”

That catches her attention. Keyleth narrows her eyes and jabs a finger at him. “Put a quarter in the Deprecation Jar.”

The Deprecation Jar is her most ingenious idea, which she had come up with after seeing how much her best friend talked bad about himself. Whenever the mason jar is filled, Keyleth will buy him a gift with the money.

Percy scoffs. “That wasn’t self-deprecating, it was just the truth.”

“And now it’s two quarters. Put ‘em in.”

Percy grumbles, but nevertheless searches his pockets for the coins and reluctantly places them in the jar, which sits proudly on the coffee table. He keeps the quarters specifically to appease her. “Seriously, Keyleth. They adopt strays easily, and you will fit right in, regardless of what sweater you wear.”

She looks in the mirror one last time. She trusts Percy. At least, the logical part of her does.

And yet…. there’s another part of her, the anxious, emotional part, that can’t help but insist she will be judged for her outfit, and personality, and everything else. That’s the part that remembers going through school as the victim of pranks and gossip, simply because she wasn’t able to blend in.

“The sweater brings out your eyes. For the record,” Percy says when the silence has been drawn out for too long. He’s good at recognising her nerves, and although he doesn’t always know how to calm her, it’s sweet that he tries.

In the moment, that little bit of validation is all she needs. Keyleth smiles. “Thanks, Percy. Let’s go.”

*LINEBREAK*

It’s only a few minutes of a walk from Percy and Keyleth’s dorm to that of Percy’s friends, but Keyleth manages to fit about an hour of nervous babbling into that time. She only stops when the door is in sight, propped open slightly to reveal a sliver of a cozy looking room.

“Keyleth?” Percy asks when her words drop mid-syllable. “Are you alright?”

Swallowing her anxiety is hard, but she does, because she really does want to meet all of the people he talks about constantly. “Yeah. Come on, I don’t want to be late.”

For a second, he goes to say something, but cuts himself off. “Very well. They really are good people, and I assure you that they will take you in.”

She nods, pushing forward and knocking softly on the open door before peeking inside.

The dorm isn’t as crowded as she’d feared it might be, with only six visible people lounging around. They’re engaged in scattered conversations with each other, laughing and rolling their eyes and behaving with a happy familiarity.

One of them looks up at her soft knocking. A beautiful woman with dark brown hair pulled into a french braid, wearing a t-shirt for a band Keyleth has never heard of. “Percy!” she calls out, standing from the couch and making her way over. “And you must be Keyleth, the mysterious roommate.”

Keyleth nods and smiles. Her fingers twitch by her side, unsure if she should reach out to shake hands or hug or just do nothing. “Oh, I’m not mysterious,” she says, shoving her fists into her pockets before she can panic and hold them out for an awkward fist-bump.

That may or may not have been what she did when she met Percy.

The woman gestures them inside. “Well, I’m Vex. Come in, make yourself at home. The pizza on the right is vegetarian.”

Any thanks for the dietary clarification are cut off by utter shock when Vex lifts herself onto her toes and presses a kiss to Percy’s cheek, one of her hands resting on his chest. “Glad you could make it, darling.”

“You’re just glad I brought Keyleth. Don’t pretend you haven’t been dying to meet her,” he replies, using a fond tone that’s foreign to Keyleth.

Vex rolls her eyes. “I can be glad for more than one reason.” And then she’s tugging on his arm to lead him to the couch so they can sit a bit closer than normal friends do.

Keyleth forces herself to stop staring before it becomes noticeable.

She hadn’t realised that Percy was dating anyone, and certainly not someone she’d be meeting tonight. It makes nerves peer out from the corner she’d tried to shove them in. Friends are one thing, but a girlfriend? What if Keyleth doesn’t make a good impression?

Her movements are robotic as she sits on one of the loveseats, hands folded neatly in her lap.

In the corner, a short woman with pale hair is surprisingly holding her own in a playful arm-wrestle with a man easily twice her size. A brunette clad in purple cheers them on. On the other side of the room, a man who must be Vex’s brother, too identical to be unrelated, converses with a flamboyantly dressed blonde man, each of them lightly grinning. Vex laughs at something Percy said, kicking him half-heartedly.

Keyleth swallows, the feeling of isolation quickly gripping her. It’s as if she’s in high school again, eating lunch in the fucking bathroom because it’s better than being surrounded by the kind of friendships she’ll never have.

No. No, she does have those kinds of friendships. Percy is her friend, and these people could be, too. She has to make an effort.

Taking a deep breath, she listens into Vex’s words.

“—come with me down to the shooting range, Percy. It would be fun.”

“You just want to show off.”

“Well, of course. That doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be fun.”

Now or never. Keyleth pushes down her fear and jumps into the conversation. “You like to shoot? Guns?”

Vex grins. “Bow and arrow, actually. I’m quite good.”

“Really? That’s so cool. I tried to go to some archery classes when I was young but I accidentally shot my teacher and he got really mad and I wasn’t allowed back.” Keyleth says in one breath.

“Well, I’d be happy to show you the ropes sometime, dear,” Vex offers.

Keyleth glances at Percy, unsure if the offer is genuine, or if it’s like when people say, ‘we should get coffee sometime’. She’d learned her lesson about the last one more than enough times.

“You were looking for something to do this saturday, right? Perhaps that would be a good time,” Percy offers, encouraging her with a smile.

Vex nods. “If you’d like to, I’d be happy to teach you.”

Keyleth’s hands itch to flap in the air with her happiness, but she forces them to still. Friends. She’s making friends! With Percy’s girlfriend! That’s good, right? “That would be so cool! Should I get a bow? Oh, I really don’t know what kind to get. Are there beginner bows? What about arrows?”

“Oh, for fucks sake, have you already indoctrinated the new girl?” asks the man who must be Vex’s brother, startling all of them with his sudden appearance as he slides into the seat besides his identical sister. If it weren’t for the differences in clothes and hair, they would be impossible to tell apart.

“Shove off, Vax,” Vex huffs, trying to force him off the couch by kicking his back. “We were having a very pleasant conversation, and I don’t want you to ruin it.”

He refuses to budge, settling himself firmly in his seat. “No can do, Stubby. I want to meet Percy’s new best friend.”

Keyleth giggles. Their familiarity with each other is amusing. She’d always wanted a sibling like that. “I’m Keyleth.” She offers a shy wave.

“I’m Vax. Settle a bet for me, would you? Who’s prettier, me or Vex? It’s me, right?”

“Don’t answer that,” Percy cuts in, saving her from a bout of panic, because they’re really so identical that they’re equally pretty, but would they be offended with that answer? “Either answer will give one of you an ego boost, and heaven knows that’s the last thing you need.”

“Perhaps you would be prettier if you didn’t dress so… emo,” Vex snarks, vaguely gesturing at her brother’s fully black outfit, and his smudged eyeliner.

Vax scoffs, even as he wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side. “That contributes to the look, sister.”

“Oi, what’s going on over here?” asks yet another new person, this one the short, purple-clad brunette Keyleth had noticed earlier. He’s flanked by the rest of the people in the room. “Are we debating who looks best? Because we all know it’s me.”

“So you think you’re prettier than me?” Says the woman with pale hair tied in two buns, hands on her hips.

Scanlan laughs, but it’s nervous. “Ah. Well. We are… equally pretty?”

She snickers, then turns her attention to Keyleth. “I’m Pike. This is Scanlan, you can ignore him.” Scanlan gasps in offence, but she soldiers on without acknowledging it. “And this is Grog and Taryon.”

Grog is a giant of a man, but his grin is one of the friendliest Keyleth has ever seen. Taryon puffs out his chest and holds out a hand for her to shake. “A pleasure to meet you, Keyleth! Percy has spoken very highly about you, and any friend of his is a friend of mine.”

“Yeah, what he said,” Grog agrees, going for a fist bump.

“I’m Keyleth,” she says, giving both the hand shake and the fist bump. She can’t stop her giddy grin. For the first time in her life, she thinks she’ll get along with these people.

*LINEBREAK*

The get-together lasts until the sun is beginning to peek through the horizon and Keyleth is having trouble keeping her eyes open. Still, she regrets having to leave.

All of them had been so nice, and accepting, and just… amazing. The kind of friends she’d always dreamed of.

“You enjoyed yourself?” Percy asks on their walk home, tone knowing..

Keyleth doesn’t have the energy to berate him for being smug about it. “Mh hm. Your girlfriend is really nice. And the rest of them are, too,” she mumbles, tone slurring with her exhaustion.

It takes her a second to realise that, following her words, Percy had frozen in place, no longer walking with her back to their dorm. “Percy? You okay?” she asks, blinking to remove the sleep from her eyes.

Percy stares at her. Then: “Girlfriend?”

“Yeah, Vex. I mean, you were really cute together, and… um… you two are dating, right?”

He shakes his head. “No. We’re, uh, just friends.”

Keyleth goes stiff. Oh, no, had she really assumed like that? Shit, they just seemed so… cuddly! And romantic! And fuck, now she’s gone and offended him and screwed everything up and—

“Hey, no harm done,” Percy cuts in, noticing her hitched breathing. “Vex is… lovely, and I’m flattered you think she would, ah, court me, but… no, we’re not together.”

Is that a blush on his cheek? An octave jump to his tone? An avoidance of eye contact?

“…right,” Keyleth says, more than a little skeptical. They might not be together, but it’s clear that they like each other. “Sorry.”

He waves off her apology, ignorant to the way even she, the exhausted, autistic girl with no perception of social cues, can see how big of a crush he has. “It’s alright. Let’s just… get back home.”

If she weren’t so ready to fall into bed, she might try to pry more information out of him, but the door to their room is in sight and her exhaustion hits her anew.

Tomorrow, she’ll see if she can play matchmaker. Right now: sleep.

[gemsgamegems]

couldn't do this yesterday because it was hella late and I was half terrified of what was gonna come out of my mind.

here to report that going to sleep and then work has done not a damn thing for my psyche so everyone pull up a chair, grab a snack, and get comfy.

I'm literally gonna descend into Straight Madness all over this post and call it a review. you're welcomed or I'm sorry or whatever 💩

(footage of my MC going to bully her beloved on his special chat app💀🖤)

there is surely crack or something very similar to it laced in chatsim games I swear to God??? I've played over a dozen different ones, and then the especially recent popular ones (i.e. Blooming Panic, Error 143) were living snugly in my remaining braincells. so like, I'm not stranger to the rabid insanity I feel when I play a really good chat sim.

also, I have a thing for being mean. let me rephrase: in romance gaming, I love when I as the player character can essentially bully the intended love interest(s) and possibly get rewarded for it 😇. a...bully-a-boyfriend simulator if you will.

Enter A Date With Death.

the game of my dreams.

featuring the victim Man of my dreams.

my fictional tastes in men are so very much not aligned that I never know who I'm gonna be in love with for the next 5 months. so I'm pleasantly surprised each time I get attached LOL!

yeah he's a grim reaper, yeah he's hella edgy, yeah he's got white hair, yeah he embodies what the kids call 'babygirl', etc etc etc. on anyone else, I probably wouldn't have cared. and on our dear Grimmy, at first I didn't. all those aspects of him that didn't register as a need or want for me suddenly became the spices that enhanced the flavor that is Grim/Casper's personality and his interactions with the player character. he is QUITE LITTERALLY the ONLY LOVE INTEREST at the moment WHO CAN GET AWAY WITH CALLING ME STUPID/AN IDIOT even if I very much am, either as my MC or irl lolz

homeboy is literally insulting my intelligence and I'm giggling and rolling my eyes like a textbook school girl 🤣 truly loved that for me.

my goodness the banter??? the RICHNESS of the back and forth and the teasing and the insults and the flirting and the presence of something building up to be intensly romance flavored was at too much and not enough (in a good way, I pinky promise!!)

I found myself playing with the other features (watering my plant, interacting with my bunny and bookshelf, etc) only to quickly rush back to click the laptop so I could interact with Grim/Casper again. I don't know who falls in love first, Grim or the player character, and maybe that's something that's supposed to be headcannoned??? but if that's so, I think that it's a gradual thing. because while Grim is literally commenting on how pretty/gorgeous/handsome we are, and then trying his damndest to take it back, me and my MC are sitting there like...damn....oh shit...we like this fool....shit we LOVE THIS FOOL WTF????

I'd like to take a moment in this random stream of thoughts to talk about the scene where Grim visits us to bring us flowers, reveals his highly classified name, and proceeds to woo and charm and fluster us until you have no choice but to be swept up by him... oh. wait. was this 3rd person or 1st person speak...

BUT ANYWAY I JUST WANNA LOSE MY SHIT ABOUT THE FLOWERS BECAUSE MY GOD WHY IS HE SO FUCKING CUTE?!!?!? (my favorite thing about this game was having the option to call him sexy and not in favor of calling him cute. because what you gonna do about it???? exactly 🤣)

at the time of this rambling, I still have only gotten to 1 ending, but I hope to knock out the others before the end of the month, time permitting lol.

annnnnnd speaking of Other Features and my absolute love and adoration of the Two and Half Studios team...

I bought the DLC so I had access to the additional dialogue, clothing, and physical customization options 🤭hiiighly recommend you grab the DLC if you haven't already or were on the fence about it!

the pet optionssssss. I mentioned this on my demo review, but I loved having my pet bunny. I love that we can interact with our pet. I love that it Casper understands that MC and Pet are a packaged deal. Damn right, that's our shared child now ya dork 🤭

music room was funnnn, the special features on the laptop (games, internet, drawing app, etc) were absolutely perfect and I tired out everything at least twice.

the bookshelf feature??? I clicked on it every day and I gotta say I adored the little diary entries from younger MC. alsoooo the fact that the book 'changed' each time you went to your shelf was SUCH a fun thing???? loved that shit

eavesdropping on the neighbors?!?!? i'm hella noisy in real life, oops, so there was a big thrill in listening in on the peeps on the other side and experiencing a different type of love story emerge. I am mad at myself because I think I missed a day of eavesdropping and by the end of my first playthrough that part of the game felt 'incomplete'. but nothing a second, third, and fourth replay can't solve LOL!!

watering our plant 💓 idk why that made me so happy but it just did. something about giving emotions to inanimate objects gets me ever fucking time

( a tangent within a tangent: there's nothing more attractive than someone with a plush, yes azreal, I'm talking about your owner zjjddgfs and Casper wonders why I called his ass cute. this is why!!!! this is exhibit A-Z my guy!!!!)

I'm sure there's a slew of other things I squealed and fangirled and cooed over in my playthrough, but this is a perfect stopping point, right?

thank you all for coming, see you next time when we discuss another game that's infected my brain and rendered me absolutely useless 👍🏽

[frankmillerturnonyourlocation]

Drabblecember 1: Cold Weather

(It's a triple-drabble. because i am TOO WORDY. but it's okay i'll be nailing that 100 by the end. mark my words.)

Word count: 300

Universe: GCPS

"How many weather websites do you have open?" Emerson squinted at the screen in their friend's lap. "Enough," he said.

Jon had organized his laptop display into a a patchwork mosaic of windows. Each had been re-sized to only a fraction of what the developers of the webpages could have reasonably anticipated. Emerson watched as Jon methodically refreshed each page individually. "He's trying to will a snow day into existence." A plastic bowl of pretzels plopped onto Em's lap. Behind them, Connor was now coaxing the television into consciousness with the remote he had apparently stolen out from under Jon's armpit. "It's gonna dip below freezing," Jon defended. "We've got a chance." Emerson craned their head to make a face at Connor. "I didn't know cyber schools did snow days?" "That's not why I care," Jon said, giving a half-wave of his hand before dipping it into the pretzel bowl. Connor gave a world-weary sigh and pushed himself off the back of the couch. "It's because I said–" "Promised," Jon prompted, with weight. "I got him this, like, make-your-own-ice-rink," Connor said, easing himself into his chair. "Last year. Impossible to use. And I told him–" "That if." Jon held up a finger, eyes still trained on his screen. "I could get it to freeze. On a day when the roads were so bad he couldn't work." "It was mostly a joke." "That he would choreograph and perform a skating routine," Jon said, rising to the volume of any little brother with a dig he can't wait to deliver, "set to Adele." His dimples were showing, and it was anything but angelic. "And he can't stop me from filming it." Em eyed Connor. "You skate," they said. Connor's "Not really," bumped against Jon's emphatic "Yes," which was enough of an answer.

[idkwhereimgoing]

Growing up with relatives

"MANGO." "HANGAG." "MATAMAD."

("Stupid." "Foolish." "Lazy.")

This is how my family sees me, with the exception of my parents, of course. By family, I’m referring to my aunt who raised me and paid for my education. By sharing my feelings with you through this post, I wouldn’t blame you if you think of me as ungrateful or as a dog who bites the hand that feeds it. However, there’s a certain limit to what a person can take.

I have always been a good follower, doing whatever task is thrown my way, even when I sometimes think I’m becoming part of a scam. I have seen firsthand how my aunt took advantage of people and received their money without doing what she was paid to do. She’s a cheater – a thief – and I allowed her to turn me into one as well. Not to mention, her entitled children. Just recently, I was at their house and had my things inside the room my aunt shares with her youngest son. It was almost five, and I went to the kitchen to cook dinner. After having done so, I went upstairs to invite the youngest son to eat, only to see my bag, laptop, and shoes scattered all over the floor – the floor I had just swept and mopped. I never said anything, although I was deeply insulted by the gesture. I picked up my things and left. I went to a co-working space and finished what I had to do there.

While there, my aunt asked me to draft a letter for her. I would send her a copy and ask if the composition was okay. She would correct me by just sending a word, and I tried so hard to understand what she wanted me to change, but she couldn’t give proper instructions. It ended with me being the one who failed to understand and comprehend what she was trying to convey. Uno reverse card.

She encouraged me to go to law school with a promise that she would pay for my tuition, only to leave me finding my own way to pay for it myself. I had to ask for help from my parents, and it came to the point where my mother had to sell her wedding ring just to pay for my student loans – a problem she shouldn’t have been stressing about had my aunt kept her promise. Additionally, whatever she says, I never received my education from her for free. I was her children’s tutor, babysitter, and runner. Life was never easy living with her. Yes, I never got hungry, and I never had to break my back doing hard labor, but I did wipe their asses and clean after them.

My aunt also caused me stress and sleepless nights by purchasing a house under my name. We talked about it, and I consented because she said it would only be in my name, but she would pay for it. It was basically hers through and through; I was just a pawn. Despite showing off a glamorous life on social media, she defaulted on the payments, and it got to the point where demand letters were sent to my workplace, causing me huge embarrassment. I spoke to her about it, and she informed me that she would handle it and that there was nothing for me to worry about. I keep thinking about my future and the thought of wanting to buy my own home someday, only to be told that I cannot do such because of the bad record my aunt put on my name.

I am so stressed. She encouraged me to resign from my job and promised to support me, only to snicker and give snide remarks every time I asked for an allowance. A few months back, she was removed from her job, and everything went downhill since. Nothing was working out for the family, and it seems like we’ve all been cursed. I couldn’t find a job despite having a good background. Is this my karma for going along with her lies and taking part in her puppet game?

It’s been months, and I am mentally and physically exhausted. I just want a job to get out of this hellhole. I’ve been applying wherever I can, hoping that as soon as I can financially support myself, I’ll finally be able to live on my own and no longer seek assistance from them. I allowed myself to be called names and looked down upon. That’s the worst thing I did to myself. I shouldn’t have left my parents' side. I regret everything now.

[8054yamato]

01/27/2024

I was thinking about it and maybe I should start posting videos about me just rambling or venting. I can talk about whatever I want, even the most trivial topics, or do whatever I want. If I am, it will probably be around sometime March, maybe later.

Should I invest in a mic? My laptop mic sucks and I know that for a fact. The camera seems decent, but maybe my phone might be better. Then again, I dislike using my phone as a camera because it will start falling. Plus I will not like the angle since I do not have anything to make it stand at a good height. Do I even need to show my face?

That is a good question. Should I show my face? I do not want to because I want to remain anonymous. If my identity gets leaked somehow, I am ghosting everybody, including my family. The ghosting part will already happen by the time I enlist into the army, but if I happen to get leaked, I will probably drop out, enlist, and ghost everybody immediately. Hopefully I am able to get a GED during my service.

I can probably just do torso cam, but that would be hella weird. I do not know. I definitely would like to start speaking my thoughts but without showing my face. If I do these types of videos, I want it raw. No cuts, no edits, just publishing the video exactly how it was recorded. I will still be on Tumblr because there are days where I do not feel like talking at all.

I have been getting into bullet hell type games recently so I might start uploading some gameplay of that too. I am really new and barely play so I will be terrible haha. The first and only Touhou game I played for a little bit was a fan game on Steam because apparently the originals you would need to have so much preparations. I am not about to do all that unless I become a complete slave to it. Anyways, that fan game had a decent soundtrack and looked like a Touhou game. I feel like a big part of Touhou are their music. I listen to some of it even though I have not played the original games. That is how iconic it is.

I recently made a YouTube account to publish the snippet there as well. I am wondering if I should publish my music and blogs/gameplay in the same channel. I just might because I am lazy.

Ren Ashikaga - YouTube

^^^ Click on that if you want to check out my channel.

I want to get into the specifics on what I want to do with my YouTube channel. I want to showcase some hobbies, my notebooks, vent/rant/ramble, act philosophical, choreographies, Touhou gameplay, music, how my day or week went, cool items, and occasional mukbangs. Documenting my life before I either ghost everybody or end up dead would be interesting.

To the few people who somehow went through all my blogs: what are you doing? Thank you though. You got a glimpse of someone else's life from that very person. That is something exceedingly rare. I do not think you will find many online who will consistently blog with detail, but who knows? I hope you learn something from myself. I hope that lesson is to not become like me. I am okay and used to being alone.

Permanently being inside my room is something I have come into terms with. I have not gone to school this entire month of January so far. It is not a good thing though, but I acknowledge the entirety of my situation. Go explore the world outside. I promise you, if you are alone for so long, you do nothing but think.

Many people who live the "chronically online lifestyle" make no money and have to rely on their parents. Not saying that I aspire to be that, matter fact, I am working towards making money online to support my lifestyle. In that realm, you are, statistically, going to be reliant on someone else. When that happens, you will lose all sense of logical reasoning and will end up like the channers and redditors. You will have problems differing from right and wrong.

All the chronically online channers and redditors are fucking losers. They are gross, icky, yucky. They all try to sound smart and they may be educated/smart in certain fields of their interest, but they are far from likable people. They generally do not have proper hygiene, consume energy drinks 24/7, and they live off of someone else's support even though they are 30.

Yesterday, I have seen a few threads of these people openly admitting to being a pedophile, bashing on any positive people they see, and ranting about how their parents do not give them enough support. They even start targeting minors on social media. Makes my blood boil.

Anyways, I just wanted to talk about my plans for social media in the future.

I just Googled the requirements to enlist just now. It says I need to be a high school graduate. I will probably need to homeschool because there is no way I can make up enough credits to be able to graduate. Hopefully it is not too late for homeschooling.

I have rambled on too long. I hope all is well and stay pessimistic. Bye.

[fumikomiyasaki]

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear another word from your mouth.” for any i love angst nom

Random angst starters

"Louis, You been barely getting any sleep over this... you need to take a break."

On that day Tsukasa visited his Boyfriend in his dorm but he noticed something quite off about him already... the eyes had dark circles he went quickly from left to right in stress trying to prepare everything but even as he had time for a Breather Louis was still sitting on his laptop in his room searching for something.

"How much have you slept today?"

"Haven't been counting."

His answer was passive aggresive, like his mood was very foul... he seemed visibly strained and even the Tea Tsukasa made him grew cold... eventually he had enough and pulled his hand away from the laptop making him look at him.

"Listen to me... what you do right now makes yourself only worse. Without sleep you can't work efficient and if you don't work efficient your mood will be worse."

"Leave me... this is important and you don't even know."

"Your health is important-"

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear another word from your mouth. Just... leave me alone a little and I tell you later.”

It hurt him to see him like this... self destructive, not willing to share and so... he peaked at what Louis was looking at on his laptop.... articles... about a certain noble family...

He quickly tried to reach out to his phone as well sitting down on Louis bed before he found something.

"Is this what you were talking about?"

"I said to leave me alone right, but you are right... how shitty the media treats how I lost everything that once mattered to me... it pisses me off.. I been looking for who is responsible for a while and now I am this close but nothing..."

He seemed visibly furious as Tsukasa laid an arm around him.

"How about I ask some at my school who are tech nerds to help you find info... maybe this will get you to rest?"

Louis gaze softened up as some tears ran down his face before actually accepting a hug from Tsukasa.

"I can't rest... I still have those pictures in my head.... my parents laying on the floor... my sister frozen into the this cold... I... I..."

"It helps if you talk about it, come how about we lay down. Or do you want me to distract you again with my charisma."

Louis punched him lightly in the arm but mustered a weak smile.

"Fine you dumbass... you got your will.... I can't promise you I will rest but... if you help me find them to get a clear head.... then I trust you."

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Coffee & Comfort

While studying for midterms at an obscure coffee shop on campus, your (very handsome) professor comes in to do some grading. The two of you share a table since he needs an outlet to charge his laptop, which leads to the start of a forbidden relationship.

NSFW UP AHEAD, 18+ ONLY PLEASE !! Depiction of handjob in this chapter.

The school year came to a close and you were free to enjoy your summer. Instead of returning home for the summer, you had opted to stay and hopefully find a job related to your major. Your family had promised to visit for two weeks next month, and you were satisfied with the thought. Shouto was also free of work, which meant you two were able to spend more time together. He had offered for you to move in with him until you went back to school and you had happily agreed.

Summer in Japan was hot and humid, and the two of you spent time in his home crowding in front of the AC or snacking on ice cream. He would drive you to distant beaches, relishing in the view of you in a swimsuit and splashing you with water playfully. Learning to share a bed with him had been awkward at first, but you had quickly fallen into a routine with him.

When the nights were too hot, the two of you would go for night drives, leaving the windows down to let in the cool fresh air. He would find hills that overlooked the city, parking on side streets and wrapping an arm around you. The two of you would talk about everything and nothing, getting to know each other on a deeper level before returning to your home in the early hours of the morning.

Your night drives also included a lot more physicality. Sometimes you would just make out, feeling each other’s hands on your body before pulling apart and recollecting yourselves. The two of you were slowly taking the next step physically, and you were both excited and nervous to try something new.

It was the end of June and your family was set to arrive that Monday. Shouto had driven you to a new view, the twinkling lights of Tokyo below you as he pulled his car over and parked. The road was rural and out of the way, leading to a walking trail that was closed at sunset. No one seemed to be around and it didn’t seem as if anyone would be coming any time soon.

“Are you excited to see your family?” he asked, turning his body to face you.

“I am,” you smiled. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen them. I’m excited to show them around.”

“If you need any suggestions, let me know. I can get you into certain places if you need it.”

“Sho,” you pouted. “You don’t have to. That’s really sweet of you.”

“I want to help, love. You and your family deserve it.”

You smiled at him before leaning across the center console to kiss him. He pulled away for a second, seeming to hesitate before kissing you again. It wasn’t long before you two were making out, your hands pulling on the front of his shirt while his hands held onto your waist.

“I . . . want to try something new tonight,” you confessed.

“Oh?” Shouto quirked an eyebrow.

“Can we, um, get in the backseat?”

You and Ochaco kept in constant contact, texting each other everyday and seeing each other once a week. She had pressed you more about your “secret relationship” and you were now more comfortable telling her more details. You had yet to tell her you were dating your professor, but you had divulged more information.

“Have you slept with him yet?”

The two of you had been sitting in an ice cream parlor. You nearly choked on your scoop, coughing and sputtering as she rushed to get you water. Once you had calmed down, you had nervously answered the question.

“Er, no. I’ve never actually . . . with anyone.”

“Really?” she had gasped.

You had shamefully nodded. She reached across to grab your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Don’t feel too bad. I lost my virginity to my boyfriend at the end of the semester. I was totally nervous, but it ended up being great!”

Ochaco had studied your face for a moment before speaking again.

“Have you two . . . done anything?”

Your voice had gotten quieter as you told her what you two had done so far. A soft smile graced her face, resting her cheeks on the palm of her hand as she listened to you speak.

“Have you given him a handjob yet?”

“A what?”

Her eyes had gone wide, leaning across the table towards you.

“You don’t know what that is? It’s basically . . . um . . .”

She glanced around her before lifting up one hand and making a fist with it, making a shaking motion with it. It took you a second to register what she meant and you immediately flushed, turning your face away.

“It’s a good first step. I’m sure you can find some pointers online.”

Now, sitting in the backseat of Shouto’s car, you were exceptionally nervous. He was staring at you expectantly, legs spread as he waited for you to make a move. You leaned across and, with shaking hands, pulled on the hem of his T-shirt. He pulled it easily over his head, letting it fall to the floor as he continued to watch you.

Sure, you had seen him shirtless many times now from your trips to the beach, but this time was different. You let your fingers trace across his sculpted chest, feeling the hard muscle flexing beneath. Moving lower, you traced the outline of his abs before moving lower to the beginning of his happy trail. You swallowed nervously before unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down until he lifted his hips and yanked them off.

Now just left in his boxers, Shouto was exhilarated. He watched with bated breath as your fingers hooked into the waistband before slowly removing them. His erection sprang free, bouncing towards his stomach before standing straight. Your eyes went wide at the sight. It was your first time seeing a cock and you weren’t quite sure how to feel. Surprise was the first emotion, followed by nervousness but then slowly replaced with arousal. You sucked in a breath to steady yourself before licking your hand and grabbing his cock at the base.

“Whoa,” Shouto breathed out, his head falling back.

You started off slow, trying to find a rhythm that seemed to turn him on. As you moved your hand a little faster Shouto reacted by lifting up his hips to meet your hand. You paused for a moment to lean down, pressing your chest against his bare one. Resuming your previous pace, you began to press kisses against his chest, letting your lips linger so he could feel the sensation.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” he panted.

You pressed another kiss, flicking your wrist as you moved up his shaft.

“Can you go a little f-faster?” he asked.

Nodding you moved your hand faster, continuing to kiss him at the same time. Shouto came with a deep moan of your name, his cum spurting all over your hand and his stomach. You froze, watching as he came undone before he slumped, eyes closed as he panted.

“Wow, your hands feel so good on me, angel.”

He kissed you, being careful not to smear the cum before reaching towards the driver door to grab some napkins. He helped you wipe your hand before moving on to his stomach.

“So . . . would this be a bad time to ask if I can meet your family?”

You were handing him his boxers but dropped them in shock.

“R-really? You want to meet them?”

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but we’ve been together half a year. I think that warrants enough time for me to meet them.”

Time had indeed flown since you and Shouto had begun seeing each other. The realization of it had you reeling and you had to lay down.

“If not, it’s okay. I understand.”

“No, no, it’s not that, Sho. It’s just . . .”

You sighed, closing your eyes to take in the cool breeze as it wafted across your face. The faint sound of shuffling reached your ears as Shouto finished getting dressed.

“This is all new to me. You’re my first everything, so I honestly feel like I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time.”

“Love, you forget this is also new to me as well.”

You slowly opened your eyes upon feeling his fingers gently grasp your chin. He was looking into your eyes with a soft expression, a playful smile on his face.

“I’m learning everything with you. I’m especially enjoying all these new things you want to try.”

“Sho!” you gasped, smacking his chest while he chuckled.

“But seriously, I would love to meet your family if that’s alright. I . . . want you to meet mine too, but that might take a little more time.”

Your heart swelled at his words and you leaned in to kiss him. After a moment the two of you pulled apart, and Shouto put his arm around you as you sat in the cool summer evening, relishing in each other’s company.

[thoughts4all]

Day 186: Back

Hello everyone, probably no-one. The only person that might actually read this is future me. Hello. How are you? How satisfying is life? How have my goals changed? Am I in a better state of mind?

I haven't wrote in this blog in a while. I think have not because I did not find reason to. I have been questioning life a lot lately and writing would probably help clear some of that out. Since I am currently writing I might as well try to clear out some thoughts. However, before I proceed I will provide some context of what has been going on in my life lately.

I broke up with my girlfriend a month and a half ago. I am a month and a half celibate. I went overseas to see my extended family and reconnect with my culture after 4 years. I go to the gym consistently for the first time in my life. I am attempting to grow a full beard for the first time in my life. I am back at school living with roommates taking care of my self instead of living at home with my parents. I friend-zoned a girl wanting to have sex for the first time in my life. She is really hot and I really enjoy talking to her and now she likes me more now that I friend-zoned her. I did not try for the first round of the coop job search and the job market is weak right now.

The following are my primary thoughts lately:

I think I am addicted to girls. I know I need to be alone in this section of my life. I haven't not been talking to a girl for 2 consecutive months (maybe even just one month) in over 4 years. I almost always had someone in my life. I know I need to grow myself. That includes my mindset, thoughts and my physical body. I am unhappy with my physical appearance, physical strength, how productive I am in my spare time and my career. I am actually proud of myself for working on my body but I have not shown effort in productivity or my career. Since I have not payed much attention to girls I have been able to do things like attempt to grow a patchy beard, go to the gym, sleep early. Although I am taking some steps to better myself I feel a little empty. For the first time, I felt the effects of heartbreak after a breakup. Even though I was the one to break up, it still hurt in an unexpected amount. My life feels more exiting when talking to the current girl. I know I promised I would not like her or do anything with her but it is very hard.

What is the point of my life? My career? My social bonds and memories? My positive effect on other? My own needs and desires?

The answer is honestly so simple and it is right in front of all of us; all of it. The point of my life is all four of these things. They are all intertwined. My career ties into my effect on others and my own needs and desires. My career effects society and makes the world go round. My career also gives me money and opportunities to be a little selfish and do what I enjoy. My social bonds and social memories also tie into my effect on others and my own desires. Building social connections with family, friends, and girls satisfies my own needs to connect with others and enjoy myself. Conversations, and bonding is one of my favourite pass times. Additionally, I have a positive effect on them. I make them laugh, feed them, introduce them to more friends, give them fun opportunities, and keep them company. The point of my life is made up. I set the meaning of my life. According to my environment these four make up the most of it. Neither one of the four can be the clear purpose, it is a blend. I have to keep a balance of all four and not neglect a component. Right now II am neglecting my career and half neglecting my own needs and desires. I am neglecting my own needs and desires on purpose since I believe I invested a little too much time on that aspect. But currently I do feel a little incomplete. I think investing in career will really help me. I think that is the path I need to take.

Personal goal: stay on my laptop more than my phone.

Reasons:

Can lead to writing blog posts and written meditation

Will get me away from girls (snapchat)

Will get me away from mind numbing reels

Can lead to working on my career

Can lead to more productive things in general.

[clubsmarties]

Eli couldn't help but roll his eyes at the player comment. "Hardly," he sighed. "I still stand on not looking for a relationship. I'm content with how I am. I work better alone." Too messy for anyone else to handle. The fact he let Issac and his sisters in was a miracle in itself. "Yeah, yeah I'll call you Monday. I've got journalism so will be out late but I'll send a video if I can't make bedtime I promise." That was more aimed at Emma who he hated to let down when he couldn't make it before she was in bed. Being left with Emma he brought out the book he bought just so he could read to her. He began to read to her and knew he wasn't going to have to read long before she was out. Though as he promised he wasn't going to disconnect. He heard the small don't leave which caused him to laugh. "I won't. Pinky promise." The next thing he saw was her pinky raised and that had him raise his own and swing it midair. With that done he moved the laptop to the charging deck and went about to read over a few school papers for the next day. Every now and again he'd look at a sleeping Emma out like a light and smiled.

Seemed like this week had him running from one end to the other. He had added a new class he thought would get him somewhere but wasn't sure how he'd fair. At this point he'd try it and if he didn't like it then he'd transfer out. Not a huge problem. When he gathered his bag for the morning and got his notebook he went to get ready for bed and switched into his pjs. Part of him was glad he didn't have a dorm mate. He'd feel crowded and that would have made him insane. Texas was already doing that with their heat and people's awful attire.

Jenny looked at her friend and shook her head. "Oh, no not for me. For you. I saw how you looked at him. There's something more than just curiosity over this new guy. He intrigues you doesn't he? Nice try in deflecting it onto me. But I'm fine not finding out more. You, on the other hand, hmm." When laurel told her journalism she grinned and knew exactly who to talk to. Walking through the maze of people she found her target and waved. "Hey, I need a favor." The schools editor maven was the one who held all the secrets. Pulling him aside she asked, "Eli is in your class right," she got the head nod and continued. "I had a conversation with him about the upcoming article, he just left before I could give him my thoughts. I figured music department could get in on it. Laurel, is actually on the committee. Swear it's just business." Jenny made her look not wanting her to step in it and say no she wasn't.

"Yeah, Eli comes in on Mondays. It's the only day he can given his schedule. I'm not sure what classes he has Tuesday and Thursday but I do know that Sundays and Wednesdays he can be found at the local diner working before he makes up his day with my class on Fridays. Hope that helps."

Immerging victorious she grinned and looked at Laurel. "You've got name and work place. Balls in your court now. What are you going to do?"

"We will! Just tell us first." Now, Inez had put little Emma on her lap to get a better view of the laptop screen before their little sister threw a tantrum and kicked them out. People'd pulled a giggle out of Emma. While she was initially annoyed that her call with her favorite brother was hijacked, it was a nice feeling to see all her siblings together. Even with the distance. Playful Oohs could be heard in the room from both Inez and Isaac, even Emma joined in just to be included, though they tried being quiet, as their aunt had taken an early night. "Ooh a girl, always knew you were a player. She probably thought you were just hitting on her because you were drunk, did you at least get her number? Sober do-over," Isaac suggested before Inez nudged him to tell him to shut up and let Eli finish his story. Inez smiled at the accent bit, she didn't understand what was funny about their accent, but now that they had moved to Washington, their Chicago connection had been pointed out quite a few times. "Maybe she's also new there! Busy day for us, aunt Clara took us to Ikea today, so we finally got our beds. No more sleeping on the pull out couch. She did, she's been talking about it non-stop! She loves the stuffed animal, already tucked it into bed with her." Isaac tapped Inez on the shoulder as Emma's head began tilting slowly, feeling sleep overtake her. "Okay well, we'll let you go so you can have bedtime story time! Talk to you tomorrow!"

Her brows furrowed, and a slight nip at her bottom lip in slight confusion. What did this guy think she'd do to..Eli, was his name? "What? We're not going to prank him," she quickly said, trying to keep herself from rolling her eyes. Perhaps, that wasn't so reassuring. But, he left before she could say more. Were all these guys the same? Just quick to run?

She turned her attention to Jenny, shrugging at her question. "Right? Maybe you should ask him to dance, he might change his mind about us. Do they see us like that? Ugh, that's the worst." Laurel wasn't sure where this guy got that idea from. Okay, they were considered popular, sure, but did that make them automatically mean? They've never even met the guy, so how could he know? Laurel didn't like the assumption either way. "I'll put a poll out at the next party, so we know for sure," she flashed a smile her friend's way, taking her hand and following her lead. "You're determined to find out about Eli huh. And you like his name. Ooh, is this love at first sight for the new kid?" She teased as they walked to the other side. "Hm, yeah he was funny. Me, blushing? No, well I mean, he was a smooth talker. But, you know all the guys here think they're big players when drinking. He was just smoother than most. Um...I learned he's from Chicago, not liking the Texas heat, and I'm pretty sure he's part of the journalism club."

[wooyoungqueen]

Title: A deal with the devil

Ch. 4 - Samejima

Language: bad words

Tagging: @stardragongalaxy @holy-moly-i-write-fanfiction @glitterhongjoong @pvrkacciosan @ajracha-recs

While I was at work, Soojin came into my office and sat down then I told my secretary  to bring us a cup of tea for her while I drank my whiskey and talked then she said about Julia, everytime when I hear Julia name is like my heart does a thousand beats but I also feel it stop when she say about wooyoung. Soojin snap me out of my thoughts, when Mrs. Choi trying to separate  Julia from wooyoung. Which I'm all into this plan, and also can't wait to pull some strings. "Hey Samejima, what are you doing?" "Hello Soojin, and I am working, what brings you here."  "Just want to talk to you, also  bringing  u news" I closed my laptop and sat down in the sofa and said. "What kind of news, Soojin. Did Wooyoung hurt Julia." "No, and I'm glad you care for her, but her mother argued with her saying she has 8 weeks to separate with him. Also if Julia doesn't her mom won't put her in het will, and I need her to separate  from wooyoung that I could be in her will.. So this is your time to go and make her to fall in love with you." I looked at her and took a sip of my whiskey then said  "Will of course, count me in this plan of yours Soojin. Also I have an old buddy, that could help us."  We drank our drinks , after we were done talking, Soojin gave me a kiss in my cheek. "Thank you Samejima" I went back to work and then  called my best buddy that is

- hello?!

- hey its Samejima, remember  me Azazel

- yeah, been awhile Samejima.

-yes it has, I call you to say that I have a job for you. And I know you handle your jobs very well.

- yeah I do, anyway who's the person I need to get rid of from your path. Buddy of mine.

I stood quite and then said his name.

-his name is wooyoung, Jung wooyoung. I want him away from the love of my life. I want you to hurt him, only him, not her.

-got his name on my list. And I'll call my helpers to help me out, also when we get him do u want to be here we could make your voice not recognizable.

-yes. I do and I will pay you handsomely. You have my word.

I hang up then finished  my work, when I was driving. Julia was waiting for the bus reading a book then put my car in park. "Hey, you okay." "Um, yeah I'm okay. Just waiting for my bus to go home." I looked at her and said. "I'll take you home, is no bother." "No, thank you. I'll rather walk." I grab her arm and said. "Is not a problem, I'll take you by the time you get home the sun will be down already. I'm surprised  that wooyoung isn't here, since he never leave your  side." "I had to stay a little bit over. And he had a doctor appointment. So he didn't came."  We stood quite and she looked at the sun sitting and accepted  my invite to drive her home. "Okay, you can drive me home. But only  this once okay." "You have  my word." I was happy that she accepted  my invite then we both got off and hugged her tightly and I notice my friend taking photos. "Are you okay, Samejima?" "Yeah, I just wanted to hug you. Go before you get sick." "Okay, um thank you." I smiled and when she went inside I got inside the car and my friend sent me a text.

"Hey buddy of mine, I got the pictures, let's met up in the strip club. -Azazel

"Sounds good and sure.- Samejima

-

I park my car where no one could see, and then heard music and saw my buddy waiting for me, then I order myself a whisky   and  he show me the  pictures he took

"Here you go buddy, hope u love these." "Ooh these are perfect, I'll ooh this will be amazing. As a promise my friend." I pulled out the money for him and he told me. "Are you gonna show this to Wooyoung or Mrs. Choi?" "Im not gonna show it to wooyoung, he's going to see it himself. Also I'm gonna make them fight each other,  Excuse me my friend I am a very busy person, have fun okay." "Sounds good, and thank you."  I went to my car and drove to their school  and open Wooyoung locker adding the pictures  after that i left back to my appointment then said."all is according  to plan, ooh I can't wait. For tomorrow

~

The next morning I heard my phone buzzing and saw a text from Soojin. "Ugh, who could be calling me. Right now what does this bitch want."

"I like the way you think."

I smiled then said in my head "all is according to plan. Hahaha yes! Samejima  you did a grate job once again, soon my Julia we will be together."

[hobbitinthetardis]

has this been done yet guys