#i am old mkay

[leolovesthings]

you wouldn't believe the absolute STATE this first year college student is in

[cinnamonisclown]

It's been five years since I joined the Cookie Run fandom

[theallblue]

I was going to work on replies tonight but the storming has decided to get lovely outside and we've already had a power bump. So I will be on mobile for the rest of the night. I will be on discord though if anyone wants to chat!

[i-love-ptv]

Stacy’s Mom Has Got It Goin’ On ˚̣̣ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣

Pairing: Husband!Rafe Cameron x Soccer-mom!Wife!Reader

It’s not easy being a soccer-mom, especially when dads hit on you at every game as if you’re not married to Rafe.

Wc: 1,596

Fluff, Protective Rafe making an appearance, kinda pushy guy (idk what to say)

An: I’ve really wanted to write a fic based on this song, and this idea randomly popped into my head so! Am I using the names I wanna name my kids? Yes, yes I am.

Not proofread tbh

Feedback always appreciated lovelies!! xx

“I’ll be back, ‘mkay doll?”

You hum in acknowledgement, eyes peering back at the field after looking up.

Your husband, Rafe, leant down and places a firm kiss on your forehead.

“Yeahhh, Daddy’s gonna be back, baby.” Rafe coos at your two year old, who was sitting on your lap, babbling freely while peering at him with her big doe eyes.

Rafe walks off the bleachers in search of the concession stand to buy food for the three of you.

You brush your hand over your young daughter’s head, making sure her somewhat oversized hat is still covering her head entirely. Her hand wraps around your index finger.

It was oddly humid today, if you continued moving, you’d break a slight sweat. You can't even imagine what your daughter—Stacy must be feeling, running around on the large grassy field under the beaming bright sun.

You were proud of your baby girl though, nonetheless. And so was Rafe, of course.

You shout loudly when you notice the game is about to start, bellowing out a “Go Stacy!”

Stacy’s eyes easily found yours, for you and Rafe would always sit in the same spot on the bleachers.

Her eyes were slightly wide due to your shout, despite you and Rafe always cheering for her during her games.

She’s motioning for you to ‘shh’, putting her fingers to her lips before getting into her position.

“Which one’s yours?” You hear to the left of you, the unknown voice makes you tear your eyes away from the field.

You smile shortly at the unfamiliar man next to you, “Number 22.”

You can’t help but notice how he’s rather scruffy looking, an odd contrast to your upkept husband with his neatly buzzed hair.

“Mine’s number 13.” He says, flashing his teeth at you.

You gasp and shoot up a little, making you look down at your daughter on your lap. “Valerie’s yours? Oh she’s just the sweetest!”

The man chuckles, looking deeply in your eyes. This makes your eyebrows raise, slightly in confusion, but mostly in discomfort.

He hadn’t done anything out of the norm, you’d randomly talk to the other moms around too, but something about him made you uncomfortable.

“My name's Brandon, and yours?”

You introduce yourself briefly, before turning back towards the game.

His eyes dart to your left hand, looking for a ring, for any indication that you belong to someone else. He smiles sharply when he finds your fingers bare. This goes unnoticed by you.

Little does he know, you do have your ring on, just around your neck.

Your biggest fear was your youngest accidentally pulling off your ring, resulting in you losing it. Or, even worse: it pokes her eye or something of that nature.

You suppose you could be considered a ‘Helicopter-mom’ at times, simply going to the extremes to make sure your kids are happy and healthy at every point in time.

Rafe is the exact same way, maybe even a little worse. But you knew he was just protective, he loves this life that he has with you, since he had no idea the two of you would’ve been together for so long.

You had started dating Rafe when you were 18 and he was 19. It was good for the first few months, disregarding the few arguments that you had. But then, you had caught Rafe doing cocaine.

You don’t think you’ll ever be able to shake the look on his face from your memory.

You weren’t supposed to be at the party, you said you were busy filling out college applications.

So when he was mid-line, and he saw you standing there all dolled up, watching him with glossy eyes, he felt his heart shatter into pieces.

You weren’t supposed to find out, he wanted to keep this away from you, to keep you close to him.

He promised that he would try and stay sober for you, but eventually he’d give in every time the opportunity was in front of him. This resulted in several arguments, and surprisingly, a break up.

But things are different now. You both are in your 30’s, you got married, and of course, had two beautiful babies together.

Rafe knew he’d be crazy to fuck things up now, when he has the perfect life right in front of him.

Speaking of which; you’re really starting to wonder what the hell is taking him so long just to get some goddamn hotdogs and drinks.

You’re bouncing your knee anxiously, which makes your daughter giggle. You wish she wasn’t finding this amusing, but you know she can’t help it.

“Well who’s this cute girl, huh?” The man coos, tickling your daughter’s side.

“Her name is Noelle.” You huff, your mood quickly shifting due to this stranger touching your daughter.

He lets out another chuckle, you wish you never had to hear it again. “Sounds like you’re quoting Teenage Dirtbag to me.”

You give him a pointed look, you’re really getting sick of his pestering. “That’s where I got it from.”

Abruptly, the crowd starts cheering madly. You look around and see Stacy's team celebrating briefly; they had just scored a goal.

You cheer and clap, grabbing Noelle’s chubby hands and making her raise her arms wildly while giggling with her.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we could-” Before Brandon could finish his sentence, none other than Rafe Cameron comes stomping up the bleachers, huffing and puffing angrily.

He sits down and sighs, “God, I’m sorry babe. The line was so long! I swear I’m going grey right now.”

“And I missed the goddamn play!” Rafe exclaims. He looks over at you and immediately goes quiet once he sees those wide baby eyes that look at him curiously.

“Da?” Noelle mutters, reaching her tiny hands towards Rafe’s larger ones.

“Yeah. Da’s here babygirl, do you want your food? Huh sweet girl?”

Rafe hands you your food, setting his food aside so he can put Noelle in his lap. He begins to split half his hotdog in pieces for her.

You glance to the left, you notice Brandon looking like a fish out of water.

Rafe is the CEO of one of, if not the biggest business company around. And Brandon had just borderline harassed his wife, who was holding his child.

Brandon sneers at the two of you in silence while the game continues, nearly boiling at the fact that he couldn’t have you.

Your head is laying on Rafe’s shoulders, you’re rubbing circles on Noelle’s shoulder as she settles down.

“Everything alright babe?” Rafe asks, trying to peer down at your face.

You untuck your necklace with your wedding ring from your shirt, fiddling with it. “Yeah, now that you’re here Ray.”

There’s silence between the two of you for a few seconds.

“…What does that mean?”

You hesitate to answer, but you do regardless, “Nothing! It’s just uh..That guy next to me, was kinda like hassling me I guess.”

This makes Rafe straighten his back.

“He do somethin’ to you doll?” Rafe questions in a whisper. You know you have about 30 seconds to try and calm him down before he’s banned from every soccer game left in the season.

“No, okay? I’m fine, it’s cool. I need you to calm down Ray.”

Rafe’s nose is flaring, “What about Ellie? Did he touch her?”

You feel your throat closing up, your heart is damn near pounding out of your chest.

You don’t say anything to Rafe, but that look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know.

You grab his bicep, trying to keep him grounded. Even though he’s changed, some parts of him haven’t.

Rafe speaks lowly in your ear, but not too much to frighten you in any way. “I’ll take care of it, okay? Don’t worry y’pretty little head about it.”

Rafe presses a firm kiss against your cheek, then presses a softer one to your lips.

After 30 more minutes, and 2 more goals, Stacy’s team wins.

You and Rafe cheer loudly, letting out “That’s our baby girl!”

You meet Stacy at the bottom of the bleachers, holding Noelle in your hand as the littlest claps her hands between Stacy’s face.

You’re too busy congratulating your daughter to notice Rafe pulling Brandon aside while his daughter, Valerie is off talking to her friends.

Rafe puts a firm hand on his shoulder, “Hey man.”

Brandon lets out a nervous laugh, “Hey there, Rafe Cameron, right?”

“Yeah, let’s keep this short. I better not see or hear you talking to my wife again, do you hear me? I don’t give a shit what happened.”

Rafe continues shortly, “And keep your fucking hands to yourself, if I find out you touched my either of my daughters again, I swear to God himself I’ll put you under.”

The two men are holding eye contact, one looks with confidence and borderline rage, while the other looks with fear.

Rafe walks down the bleachers, meeting you and your girls.

“You were amazing out there sweetheart!” Rafe smiles while pulling Stacy into a bear hug.

“Jesus dad, you’re crushing me!” Stacy laughs with a slight wheeze.

Rafe ruffles her hair and puts his arm around your neck.

“All good to go?”

You nod your head, and with that, the four of you begin to walk to Rafe’s parked car.

Rafe realizes that this isn’t the first time you’ve been hit on at a soccer game, or anywhere in fact. And this definitely won’t be the last.

Cause everybody’s in love with Stacy’s mom.

[shelfperson]

hmmmmnngggh something something 'take your sword run me throw' as an act of trust and impeccable homoeroticism vis a vis ed and izzy shooting each other and ed cutting off izzy's toes like hmmmmmmMMMM there is something there.

like i'm working this out as i'm typing it but like. stede stabbing ed is totally a sex thing, stede getting stabbed by other people including izzy is not, ed making izzy eat his own toes is ALSO a sex thing but like in a one-sided and bad way, izzy cutting stede's shirt and getting his cheek poked is ALSO probably a one-sided sex thing when i think on it, and the shooting-off-of-apendages in not a sex thing for anyone HMMMMMMMMMMM okay okay okay i think i have it so like-

like edward is initiating intimacy with stede with the language of violence and double-speak, but like in a fun sexy shy way and stede totally rolls with it but also flips it on it's head because. it's not about the inherent eroticism of being pierced by another man it's about the TRUST it's about the fact that stede would never actually hurt ed it's about how only with each other can the boring and debilitating constant violence of piracy be exiting and intimate.

BUT IZZY. IZZY JUST LIVES IN VIOLENT PENETRATION METAPHOR PIRATE HAYES-CODE LAND he THRIVES THERE (not accidentally but like. he thinks he does). Anyway like. He wants to do this intimate violence homoerotic trust fall shit SO BAD he wants to to it so so so so bad he wants to never have to talk about his feelings and just eat his own toes and have that mean i love you, i trust you etc. even when like. for edward it does NOT mean that it means "stop threatening me with my life or i kill you, i do NOT trust you At All"

and like. he's eating his own toes. he's just getting more of himself, edward never feeds izzy one of his own toes or anything because izzy is delusional about the nature of their relationship and edward does not want to be with him. he's just spreading around toxicity and it's coming right back to him, and he thinks he wants it.

this is getting unintelligible but THE POINT IS the POINT. IS. when ed blows izzy's leg off it's a punishment for izzy ever thinking he knew anything about edward. for saying that is was his feelings for stede that were destroying him, not the grind of piracy, as well as for trying to be real with him so LATE in the game. (there actually a really good meta that goes into all this in a LOT more detail it's great)

but when IZZY shoots edward i think he's still in a romanticized mindset about their relationship, even as he's also confirming to himself that he's more capable or hurting edward than he thought and this is all kinda a little bit on him as well as ed (the linked post goes more into this as well.) and by romanticized i mean that izzy really heaps on a heretofore unseen amount of personal responsibility for ed's spiral. like the whole "we did this to him" "he was a mad dog and we put him down" spiel plays out to me like he's still rationalizing ed's presumed death and the fact that edward was not in love with him by making a narrative in his head of like. a fitting and beautiful conclusion to a lifetime of destruction.

SO. LIKE. anytime edward does something violent to izzy it is explicitly to put distance between them but anytime izzy is violent with ed (psychically or verbally) in his fucked up little mind he's bringing them closer together. and this is an inherently self-eating system, where everything izzy throws at edward to make them closer just has edward retaliating bigger and harder in self defence. and izzy was all about that until it escalated so much his leg got shot off and the people who were now his crew were suffering too.

[na0koz]

oh my gawwd that ballerina fic was tew good… could we get a pt 2 smth smutty of them after the shows please <3

yesss u can. i lowk love the ballerina reader thing jinx would be so fascinated by her.

toxic!jinx masterlist

MDNI. jinx eats u out, top jinx, semi public (?? in a dressing room). not proofread (sorry)

you had finally finished the last performance of a particularly important show with your ballet school, dancing the lead part. you danced beautifully, perfectly.

this show was especially important for you, as your girlfriend was in the audience. you had reserved the perfect seat for her with the best view of the stage. she watched intently, completely in awe of how you moved in time with the music.

jinx was so proud of you and how far you’ve come. she watched almost all of your shows, picked you up from rehearsals, helped you practice, everything. she wanted you to be the best dancer and would help you do that.

the show was over, and you stood in the middle of the stage with your fellow dancers as you accepted the applause and flowers thrown from the audience. though, you didn’t really care for that, you were only looking at jinx. grinning at each other, you tried to catch your breath as the curtains drew shut.

as the audience filed out, jinx followed for the most part until she eventually separated off, headed for the dressing rooms. she made her way to final one along the dim corridor, one with your name plastered on the door. as the lead, you got your own private dressing room.

she knocked lightly before letting herself in. you smiled at her sweetly as she came in, looking at her through the reflection of your mirror.

“did so good, baby.” jinx hummed, pulling you up by your waist to hug you.

she hugged you tightly, as she always does, swaying the two of you from side to side.

“ ‘m so proud of you,” she said into your shoulder, muffled by your flesh.

you pull back slightly, continuing to smile at your girlfriend. she leaned in to kiss you, something she always did after your shows, yet this time she seemed more needy, hungrier.

you whined into the kiss, returning it sloppily. you could practically feel your lipstick being smudged over both of your lips, but you didn’t really care and neither did jinx, it seemed.

she nipped at your bottom lip, urging you to open your mouth to let her lick around your mouth with her tongue. you oblige, whimpering again when she intertwined her tongue with your own.

wondering what caused her to be so needy, you think back to anything that could have made her jealous. often times, if someone made jinx jealous, she would make out with you as soon as she could to try and prove her ownership of you. i mean, she never said any of that out loud, but it didn’t take much to figure it out.

you realise it was likely your male counterpart in the show, who held your hand a bit too tightly at the end of the show, pulling you into an awkward looking side hug.

smiling slightly into the kiss, you’re actually kind of glad that jinx is the very extremely jealous type. you can’t say you don’t enjoy these rushed make outs, especially when the adrenaline from your show was still coursing through your veins.

finally, jinx breaks the kiss, but only for a moment as she pushes you onto the sofa in the back of your dressing room.

“let me show you how proud i am, mkay?” she almost whispered, as she laid you down gently.

her hands smoothed down your stomach while she pulled your sheer tights hastily down your thighs. she finally knelt in front of the sofa, face to face with your heat as she hooked your leg over her shoulder.

you nod frantically, murmuring a ‘please, jinx’ as if it was a curse word. you said it quietly and with a tone of desire in your voice. you wanted, no, needed the release jinx was about to bring you to so desperately.

your girlfriend grinned at your response, it never gets old to her how much you want her, need her. she flicked her braids behind her back out of her face as she pulled your panties down to meet your tights that were crumpled around your ankles, a pale pink to match the rest of your outfit.

the sight of your pussy alone is enough to make jinx drool. your previous make out turned you on a little more than you anticipated, and flushed red as you watch jinx lick her lips at the sight of your dripping hole.

“stop staring..” you mumble, attempting to close your legs. you’re obviously stopped by a firm hand, one that squeezes the flesh of your thigh and pushes it back to its original position.

“i should be able to see my meal before i eat it, right?” jinx said in a mocking tone. you know she’s just teasing, but it still only heightens the embarrassment you’re feeling.

“okay well…you’ve looked long enough,” you sheepishly reply. you just want her to indulge you.

jinx laughs again, you’re not sure if it’s at you or not, but you don’t really have the capacity to think about that when her lips wrap around your clit.

you whine, clawing at the material of the sofa supporting you. jinx is relentless, suckling on the bundle of nerves; her tongue flicking over it hungrily before she brings one slender finger to your hole.

she prods at your entrance, teasing your convulsing cunt while she looks up at you with wide eyes. your face has since warped into an expression of pure bliss as the coil in your stomach continues to tighten.

seeing you like this only spurs jinx on, causing her to lap at your slick pussy with even more enthusiasm. a moan of her name, almost with the likes of a plea, encourages her to eventually push the finger teasing your pussy into your tight walls.

bucking your hips into jinx’s mouth, you cry out at the added stimulation. you clap a hand over your mouth as a weak attempt at muffling your moans. getting caught in this state would be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you.

the sight of you trying to hide the heavenly noises makes jinx groan into your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves up your spine while you squeeze your eyes shut. she reaches up and pulls your hand away from your mouth.

“let me hear you,” she murmurs into your pussy before continuing to fuck her finger into you, sucking your clit once again.

she adds another finger, maybe to make you feel better, maybe to make you moan out loud again. the answer to that doesn’t matter right now, not when you feel as good as this.

jinx curls her fingers up to that spongy spot that has you seeing stars. she can feel your walls clenching around her fingers, and she’s getting desperate now. she just wants you to cum in her mouth, maybe a little selfish but at the same time, you get an orgasm out of it. who’s to know whether it’s selfish or not.

“ji- jinx… gonna c- um.. please..!” you can barely get your words out, mind clouded by pleasure as the lewd squelching noises of your gooey pussy fill the room.

jinx smiles and gives your clit a final suckle as you cum, hard. she laps up your release greedily as she continues to plunge her fingers in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm.

finally, she pulls her fingers out and sucks them clean while you whine at the sudden emptiness. you breath heavily, a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

giving your pussy one last lick, cleaning up the final drops of your cum, jinx crawls back up to meet your face and give you a sloppy kiss. she grins at your fucked out expression, wiping the tears from your cheek.

she relishes in the knowledge that she is the only one who makes you feel like this. she strokes your hair and praises you sweetly.

“such a good girl f’me.”

you hum and rest your head on her shoulder, still only just catching your breath. jinx lets you rest a little before helping you pack yourself up and bring you home to the dinner she tried to prepare for you.

[polarspaz]

Just a small rant...about Yu-Gi-Oh

I REALLY like card games, I've played Pokemon, Hearthstone, MAGIC, Marvel Snap, Old ass Yu-Gi-Oh (when there were only fusion summons), Digimon, Lost kingdoms, etc!

I know how crazy Meta decks can get, (ZooLock in Hearthstone/Destroy cards in Marvel SNAP) But never have I played a card game where I can lose 5 times in a row without even getting to my turn.

I shit you not, 5 TIMES IN A ROW AND I NEVER GOT TO DO ANYTHING. I JUST HAD TO SIT THERE AND WATCH THEM DRAW CARDS, ACTIVATING SPELL EFFECTS AND MONSTER EFFECTS FOR TEN MINUTES UNTIL THEY HAVE 5 MONSTER ON THE FIELD AND 4 TRAP CARDS.

ITS LIKE IF YOU WENT TO A JOUSTING TOURNAMENT AND THE GUY YOU'RE UP AGAINST GETS TO CHANGE HIS HORSE TO A SEMI TRUCK, WITH 80 FLAMETHROWERS PLASTERED ALL OVER IT. AND WHEN YOU TRY AND CHANGE YOUR HORSE HE'S LIKE F*CK YOU, KILLS YOUR HORSE, TAKES YOUR LANCE, GIVES YOU A STICK, AND THEN SAYS, MKAY...READY FOR THE FIRST ROUND???!!!

Am I being a salty bitch over a children card game? Yeah. BUT BOY AM I A SALTY BITCH OVER A CHILDREN'S CARD GAME.

Don't take this too seriously btw, lol I'm Chill ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ". Just thought this was amusing and wanted to share.

[icarusredwings]

Moon boys: *finally asleep, face down snoring type of passed out*

Peter: *Also asleep, hand intertwined with theirs*

Peters senses: !!!!!

Peter: *sits up* ???

The boys: *still dead asleep lol they haven't slept in 4 fucking days*

Wade, who's standing there: Your window was open. Someone might come in.

Peter: Wade.. its too late to be doing this mkay? Ill hang out with you sometime tomorrow.

Wade, fully suited for no damn reason: Im just watching over you.

Peter: *groans* Wade... that is way more creepy then it is thoughtful.

Wade: I had to make sure no funny buisness is going on. I mean youre just a kid and-

Peter, whos fed up and worked way too hard getting marc asleep just for wade to come and try to start a fight: Wade, I am 37 years old, I have multiple degrees, I own this appartment, I can date who I want. Don't make me fuck him in front of you for you to get the point.

Wade: Kinky.. but... not the way I would want it to be.. *whines* Fine.....He's kinda cute when he's sleeping, though.. when he's not running his mouth...

Peter: Some people say the same shit about you. Now get out of my apartment before Snkt wakes him up because so help me-

Wade: Damn okay okay- im leaving... sheesh. *at the window, about to leave* ...Are we still gonna hang out tomarrow..?

Peter: *sighs, because he knows wade has good intentions just is a fucking weirdo* Yeah.. but stop sneaking into my house.. go back to logan.. hes probably worried sick. You have a good man Wade. Keep him. Stop leaving him in the middle of the night. Trust me... I know how bad it can feel. Even if they don't mean it.

Wade: *whispers* I knew it!.... And just so you know...I'm just trying to help... Logan knows I'm here...

Peter: Does he really? Or is that what you tell yourself?

Wade: Well, he could figure it out...he's smart..

Peter: That is not the same thing as telling him and him acknowledging where you are going. Thats part of marriage wade. You cant just disappear when ever you want. Though I guess im being a hypocrite seeing as someone *glares at marc* Up and leaves his wife all the time.. the point is- Do you know how many times she calls me crying? Do you know how much it hurts him? Logan I mean? When he thinks you abandoned him?

Wade, now feeling bad: ... I gotta get back to my wolvie.. he has seperation anxiety

Peter: That he does. So Go make good choices. For me at least.

Wade, being hit with the 'for me?' Card: Fuck.... Id do anything for you peter. Anything.

Peter: I know. Thats what worries me sometimes. Now go on. He's probably tearing up the house looking for you by now.

Logan: *is infact crying and sniffing around the apartment for him*

[typicallyexceptional]

accidentally started watching dungeon meshi because my kid was like, "pls watch another anime with me this one is about people who eat monsters" and i was internally like 'mkay i dont think i will enjoy this one as much as i did the last one but if it makes them happy i will suffer through it' and i said okay. and so we started watching "delicious in dungeons" on netflix.

now my exposure to dungeon meshi has been a bunch of headcanon posts and a handful of fanart posts and the characters. just look like dnd characters.

i thought dungeon meshi was a podcast.

like critical role and the adventure zone.

so im watching this show with my kid and i actually loved it from the beginning because like?? the worldbuilding is great, the art is pretty, and it's hard fantasy?

(i am a sucker for hard fantasy. give me all the exposition and the science of your magic and the biology of your monsters. yes.)

then whatshisface, the short rogue, admits his age and my kid and i are wondering how old laios is so i start typing in "delicious in dungeons laios age" but by the time i get to "delicious in dungeons laios a" it's recommending "delicious in dungeons laios autism" as a search so i click that

and all the results are for dungeon meshi subreddit so for a few minutes i was like. "ugh dungeon meshi is so popular it's drowning out the results for the show i'm actually talking about"

except then i scrolled a bit more in the results and saw the images and realized wait no that's the same character

so i asked my kid the japanese name of the anime and they insisted delicious in dungeons was how it was released and of course next my brain went, "oh i see this is a ripoff of dungeon meshi"

then i looked further into it and discovered nope, im watching dungeon meshi by accident and its not a podcast and i had to pause and walk around a bit to process that and i laughed so hard my knees buckled a bit.

[iwannascreameurekaa]

pjo characters favorite Chappell roan looks part 1

guess who found this stupid list again I keep forgetting I do these things. spoiler warning this is ooc and very bad. I did most of this at 3-5 am so get ready for sleep deprived writing. part 2

Leo's is 100% this look from the 2024 VMAs. You tell me he wouldn't absolutely adore the edits of her saying "not me bitch" he would actually say "zoo wee mama" unironically okay

Percy's is this from the album cover for the rise and fall of a Midwest princess photo shoot both because of how it has an intense feeling of being out a place and because it's BLUE! Also he likes the lighting of the photo

Pipers is the marching band outfit from the hot to go music video

Jason fav is the butterfly look from Coachella 2024 

Hazel is absolutely obsessed with the tiny desk concert look and I agree because OH MY GODS. Hazel loves the layering of the hair, and that there's a trash bag in Chappells hair. Her favorite part about the whole outfit is the socks but the little butterfly clip in Chappells hair is so cute to Hazel. 

Annabeths favorite is the Statue of Liberty look from the governors ball yes it might be because she's an architecture nerd but also she's a bi disaster mkay

Franks is the white swan look from Jimmy Fallon. He will scream the bridge to good luck babe even tho he's a man and he will BLAST THAT SHIT TOO. 

Grover's fav look is when she was on the comment section podcast. It's whimsical and cute and he adores it. Also he supports Chappell roan 100% on the boundaries she set bc SHE IS A PERSON BE NICE YALL ☹️ he's a Chappell defender for life 

Drews favorite is the casual mv dress (whoa sapphic drew anyone???) let's just say she had a "situationship" thing and now I wanna write angst anyways FUCKED YOU IN THE BATHROOM WHEN WE WENT TO DINNERRR

Katie loves the giver outfit. The plaid is something that Katie can't NOT love okay. The curls and whole country vibe really get her 

Lit loved the taxi dress. he recognizes cunt when he sees it and he cracks up at the green paint 

Nyssa loves the snl look but specifically with the hat the hats important okay. I think a kid of Hephaestus would really like this outfit bc of the rope things and um idk how to describe it you know what I mean tho okay 

Blitz absolutely adore the pink pony club outfit from chappells performance on snl. The seamless white dress that sparkles and looks like literal heaven is something that can't be hated by someone who loves fashion as much as blitz does. He loves the stripe of white in chappells wig and the bow on the side of her waist. Really the whole outfit is incredibly and he will not hesitate to tell you 

Georgie likes this look from either one of chappells tours or from when she opened for Olivia Rodrigo I cant remember but she loves the tassels (?) and the shininess and everything about it. This is the outfit an 8 year old would adore

Alabasters fav is this magician look from a photo shoot that I can't the remember the name of. Maybe a little cliche but shush

Ethan's favorite is this incredibly look that I have no idea what to call or where it's from. All I know is that Chappell is serving all sorts of things and Ethan agrees with me okay I'm literally Rick himself 

Shels favorite is the snl look but without the hat. She likes the waist pieces she says they look like butterflies and she really likes the slick back look of her hair and then the curls messy in the back. It's a vibe. 

Sams favorite is the look Chappell had on Sabrina carpenters Christmas special A Nonsense Christmas. There's two pics because I absolutely adore this look. She's so elegant wtf.

Lavinias favorite is the dress Chappell had on when she was invited to perform with Olivias Rodrigo at one of her concerts. It's pink it's flowery it's sparkly, what more could you ask for? 

Cecil would've tried to recreate this makeup look and he would've failed miserably. The tights really pull this outfit together. The neck ruffle, the flowers in her hair. Cecil loves everything about it.  

Calypsos favorite look is the Marie ann look with the wig because a) it absolutely eats and even this 6000 year old girl can recognize an icon and b) calypsos a sucker for the flower embroidery on the front 

Gwen would've loved this like I don't know anything about her but she feels like the kinda gal to be obsessed with marriage culture and not in a "I wanna get married and have a big beautiful wedding" way I mean a "I know every aspect of this, good and bad, and am willing to be the backbone of the failing society" way 

Rip Lou Ellen you would've loved kaleidoscope. Rick can you give Lou a book and then make her a tragic lesbian I would love that please and thank you. Also the freaking star clips in this outfit are fiahkajda. Btw this is chappells kaleidoscope outfit and yes it's lous fav and it's beautiful. 

paolos fav is the angel look. Basic? maybe. but stunning? yes

Zoes fav is this blue cowboy look. It's shiny and she likes the color blue. Also the sparkles kinda look like stars... whoa who said that whattt

Bianca's fav is this wonderful look that is glitching and the backgrounds gone my phone is about to explode I apologize. The detail on this is insane. The tassels hanging from every end, the points and curves that really give it that alternative and crazy look. Rip Bianca you wouldve loved the subway.  

Dionysus but Mr D specifically. He's a queer icon and he loves the other queer icons as well. This outfit from the guts would tour film premiere is his favorite  because of many reason. First is the red mesh the entire dress is made off. Chappells whole red aesthetic really does remind me of red wine and shit and also I'm just grasping for ways to connect this to Mr d so bear with me. Also the flowers on the dress are so freaking pretty usgajfjwhwh love those. The black boots contrast great with the rest of the outfit and I know Mr d would like that detail. Also the fact that her tits are almost out. yes Dionysus wouldve love you yes Chappell get it girl I love you

Luke's favorite is this look. I don't know where it's from but I think this reminds Luke of his mom. Maybe his mom liked animal print idk I just like this outfit

Junipers fav is this one and I also don't know where it's from. It's a simpler outfit than others but it's so adorable and juniper would love chappells aesthetic okay like juniper would be the biggest fan of California I just KNOW

and that's all I have. of course there's so many more looks and characters so if I missed anyone or a look you like feel free to request it I am bored out of my mind rn

part 2

[poetryandfluffycats]

His Girl~

A/N: part of my Nikolai stalker au! might be the last one for awhile since for may ill be on the grind for enstars NSFW month🤍

Pairing: Kidnapper!Nikolai Gogol x fem!reader

Content: Bathing with kidnapper Nikolai...

Warnings: kidnapping, suggestive(?)

Words: 887

Oneshot under cut!

"Dove, how would you like a bath?"

Nikolai leaned over my shoulder, wrapped his arms around my middle and squeezing my belly fat. "Hm, and maybe some new clothes? You must be getting sick of this old number! Aha!"

A bath? I would've loved a bath. It'd been so long since the last time I'd properly bathed, my only way of cleaning myself whilst down here being a dirty rag and a bucket. Even though there was a bathtub in the bathroom of the basement, Nikolai had never let me use it for whatever reason.

The thought of clean water, soap, shampoo, maybe even bubbles? It had me tingling. New clothes too? Clearly something had put Nikolai in a good mood today, which I wasn't going to complain about.

Something about the offer, however, made me shiver. Something about the way he held me, about the way he squeezed me just a bit too tight, told me that he wasn't doing this out of the kindness of his own heart.

"That sounds nice..." I mumbled, turning my head around to face him. There it was, that stare again. Pupils blown out beyond humanness, jagged teeth showing in his wide grin.

Anyone would've called me crazy if I told them, but that was his happy face.

"Wonderful! Yes, let's get you all nice and squeaky clean, hm?"

He intertwined his fingers with mine, a bounce in his step as he dragged me towards the bathroom, which was located in the far corner of the basement. Once inside, he closed and locked the door behind us, patting the counter top and gesturing for me to sit down. I did as he wanted, hopping up onto the counter and swinging my legs back and forth.

The action reminded me of when I was a child, watching my mother do her makeup at the vanity while I begged her to put some on me too. I wondered if she missed me, if anyone did.

"Now, I wasn't sure what type of scent you liked, so I got a whole bunch! I think the lady at the store thought I was crazy, aha!" Nikolai giggled, opening the cabinet beneath me and pulling out bottle after bottle of shower products. "Strawberry, peach, vanilla, cherry, this ones called 'A thousand wishes' how odd...! Oh, bath salts, you need bath salts! Here, I got a few options for those as well"

"Vanilla sounds nice" I smiled softly, pointing at the bottle in question. Nikolai grabbed it and popped open the lid, holding it out for me to smell. "Smells nice too"

"Vanila it is then! I'll fill the tub, and you strip for me, mkay? Don't be embarrassed, I'll behave myself! Scouts honour"

Scouts honour? I couldn't imagine Nikolai as a boyscout, actually, I couldn't imagine the manic as a child at all. I preferred to think of him as some sort of demon that just spawned one day as what he is now. What would a younger Nikolai be like? Probably the kind who went around setting bee hives on fire and stealing from the collection box at church.

"Strip, strip, strip! Don't keep me waiting, dove" Nikolai sang, tilting his head to the side, keeping an eye on me as he fiddled with the faucets of the bath.

"Kolya...?" I hesitated in pulling my nightgown off, the fabric bunching up in my grip.

"Hm?"

"Don't stare, okay?"

"You can count on me, love! But, you can't blame me if I do sneak a few peeks, alright? How am I supposed to bathe my girl without looking at her? Hm?"

My girl.

What an idiot. I wasn't his property, you couldn't own a person, didn't matter how long you kept them trapped in your basement.

Without any further trouble, I untied the bow holding my gown together, letting it slip down my frame and pool at my ankles, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable at Nikolais mercy. I was quick to cover my chest as I hopped off the counter top, trying to keep just an ounce of my modestly intact.

"What a beautiful body-eck! Stupid Nikolai, stupid! She doesn't want you staring! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" The jester hit himself in the head a few times, muttering a string of different curse words with each smack.

"Ah, ignore me, dove. Go on! Baths nice and warm for you!"

I didn't need to be told twice, mumbling a quick thanks as I slid down into the tub. It felt like bliss, the bubbles popping under my weight and creating a tickling sensation on my skin. The water was hot, but not so hot you felt like you might boil to death. Just right.

I reached for the vanilla scented body scrub that Nikolai had layed out for me, only to have him grab my wrist before I could get a hold of it. "Ah-ah-Ah, allow me" He wagged his finger back and forth, grabbing the scrub himself and scooping a generous amount into his palm.

It felt wrong, his grubby hands on my bare skin. This should have been a luxury for me, something to enjoy, but I couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat on display. Mere prey, a toy to dress up.

And in a way I was.

[jhuzen]

Hi! I'm here to request a Blade x m.reader(fluff, with a bit of angst). Since you said you're open👀.

I've got an idea. Blade gives like the old black cat energy vibes, and maybe what if he got clingyyyyyy, like so clingy, to the point even he is surprised. That's understandable for some point, cause he's got little to no attention in his past years, after he forgot everything(poor little Bladie)

But who am I to deny Bladie's attention, right? Haha. I really like how u do a bit of headcanons first and then a little fic in the end.

(Can i be anon K, hehe?🤪)

feline care [m.reader]

can you tell how much i love this man? ty ty nonnie K, lysm for this wonderful bladie request,,, jUST A FEW MORE WEEKS, WE CAN DO THIS TOGETHER, MKAY? hang in there <3

𖦹 blade being a cat-aligned man, subtle clinginess and yet no one calls him out for it, mentions of his past (i’ll try not to spoil too much), a tiny pinch of angst, and a spoonful of fluff, bittersweet on some parts (only because i mentioned the word bittersweet lmao)

It’s agreed upon everyone who has known you and Blade that… Blade is a cat more than a man, and you are a scratching post more than his lover.

Not that you’re always covered in scratches (though you have left your shared room in that state on some occasions). It’s more of the premise that he’s almost always latched onto you. It was odd for the others. Even Silver Wolf looks up from her game, baffled to see that when you’re briefing the mission from Elio, somewhere beside you, Blade has his hand on your hip. Kafka sometimes gets interrupted in her gossips with you when Blade sits down without warning beside you. She doesn’t mind from then on. Sam and Elio share the same experiences too.

He just… intervenes silently. Like a cat suddenly demanding your attention while you’re busy and he does it wordlessly and for some reason, no one questions him about it. In the middle of conversations, in the middle of meals, if you’re with someone, Blade does not care and will slide in beside you.

Blade has this primal need to just be beside you, to have a part of him touching you. His shoulder against yours, his hand on your back, heck, even a strand of his hair on yours, it’s more than enough.

No one points it out to him, but he’s the one who slowly came to the realization that he’s being… a little too touchy, a little too clingy than what was normally expected from him. Of course he has his own self-awareness, but it’s just that he’s so drowned and enticed with your presence, it takes him awhile to realize that sort of thing.

He’s a recluse, and often kept to himself. He only follows his comrades and will protect them if necessary, you included. But ever since you’ve propositioned a life of partnership with him — not just any partnership, it’s one that comes with your unbridled love and adoration for him, suddenly he’s reaching out some more to you, sticking some more beside you, needing even just a measly lick of attention from you.

Blade appreciates how you let him do as he wishes. You acknowledge him but not so much that it makes him feel standoffish towards you. It reassures him that he isn’t overstepping. (Though really, you’d love to tease him about it, you know it’ll quickly scare him away and you’ll be deprived of feeling his touches for awhile. It has happened once and you won’t let it happen again).

But it’s his touches that show just how much appreciation he has for the love that you can give him. You love him regardless of his past and how he came to be. And it just… shows how much undying devotion he has for you.

He’s a cat alright, it took you a long time to gain his trust, much less have him speak to you when he was officially onboard with you and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters. But the payoff is so satisfying with how he returns every effort you’ve exerted to get close to him. Now that you did your job, it was his turn to keep you close to him. You did it, and now he wants to be yours without a single question from anyone out there.

However there are bouts of isolation that keeps you from seeing him. It’s those times when he mulls over the things he went through. From Jingliu’s torment, to the betrayal of his fellow comrades to him. And instead of seeking you, he becomes this ball of contempt that slowly consumes him from the inside out. He doesn’t want to be near you even if he wanted to because he’s not so hot on the idea of always associating you in his time of need. He has this sense of duty that when he presents himself to you, that when he willingly hovers around you, he’s in his best, ready to protect you if needed.

And that’s where you normally work your magic.

“Dearest~” Kafka coos from behind you, and with her was Silver Wolf, playing on her games.

Currently, the ship is embarked on a random planet, just a little stopover before continuing on your journeys to hunt Stellarons and aid Elio in his… incredible fascination in being the slave of destiny. And right about now, you were in charge with looking over the next world you and your little crew of misfits are about to pay a little visit to, (perhaps also terrorize).

You grunted in acknowledge from your spot, eyes never leaving the holograms that wafted around your entire space. It was hard work, alright. Sometimes you wonder if Elio is a bitter single that refuses you to even spend some time with your beloved just for a short while.

“Seen Bladie around? Silver Wolf and I are heading down to shop around, might you and your beloved be interested in some fun with us?” Kafka’s eyes crinkle as she looked at you, despite the fact that you weren’t facing her. You can hear the smile in her voice anyway.

You suddenly perk up at the thought. It was strange — Blade wasn’t around for the entire day. Normally he was hovering around you, a hand on your hip while he leaned in with absent subtlety, watching you work in silence. But today… your body barely felt the warmth of his touches, and you were sure you woke up beside him just fine.

Finally did your eyes leave the information, swiping a hand on the projected holograms of information, watching it dissipate into air while you looked at the girls. You cocked your head to the side, all too confused.

“You mean he wasn’t around you guys?”

Silver Wolf only looked at you with the evident exasperation on her face, “He’s basically attached to you 24/7. What makes you think he’ll even come to us?”

Raising a hand in surrender, you only brushed off Silver Wolf’s petty sass, “Okay, okay. Alright.” You brought out your phone, scrolling through the contacts to see if Blade sent you any messages.

It wasn’t even a surprise to see that he has none to say. He was one of those that preferred… coming to see you to talk to you… even if it meant getting the scare of your life after flicking the lights to your bedroom on, only to see him sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at you with anticipation.

It was cute… but your heart that day disagrees.

You pocketed your phone after, “I’ll check around. Maybe Elio had him do something.”

Kafka nods along, “Come and have fun with us if you can, hm? Of course… that is unless if you find fun with each other first.” She cackles at the disgruntled look on yours and Silver Wolf’s faces.

“Gross.”

“Yeah, I agree with the kid.” You pinched the bridge of your nose before waving them off, letting them off the ship while you went off in the other direction, eager to look for Blade.

You’ve searched everywhere, and even went high and low, leaving the one and only unlikely place for Blade to be in since he got with you — his very own room. You can’t seem to recall how your rare invites for him to sleep over soon turned into you constantly waking up with him nestled in your arms while he slept peacefully. The line was very blurry by then, and it was the least of your worries by now.

The door to Blade’s room slid as you entered.

“Aeons, it’s bloody dark in here,” you flicked the lights on with much struggle. “Blade, a— AH—!”

There goes your second heart attack for your lifetime.

Blade was unfazed as he sat on the edge of the bed like the last time, also looking at the door, now right at you as you stood by the door frame, clutching your rapidly beating heart that thudded against your chest.

Your heart quickened in a different way as soon as you saw the faraway look in his eyes. And one too many times, it broke your heart when his eyes expressed such sadness. You didn’t know much, you never asked, you never could stomach seeing him bring out his likely suppressed memories of the past just to satisfy the curiosity you’ve had. All you knew is that he has been through a lot, so much that he only considers himself as a weapon without regard of who he was or what his name was even.

You slowly idled as the unused bed dips in your added weight when you sat beside him. Hands on your lap, gracious enough to give him space until he reels himself back in. That was your little Blade protocol. As long as he isn’t too far gone, you’re ready to express the fact that you are willing to wait for him. Your gaze finds the emptiness of Blade’s room a little too bittersweet — that he had little to no possessions to express who he is, but at the same time a reminder that he vacated this lonely room and migrated to yours.

And while you mulled over the emptiness, Blade was slowly coming into his senses. His mind is in pieces with barely anything but the sharp sting of betrayal from his comrades, the pain he succumbed to under that woman, and the revenge that burdened him as he awaited the day he gets to Xianzhou Luofo to make them all pay the price.

He blinks, suddenly aware of the warmth beside him and he looked to his left to see you, and like a cat, he’s spooked. He stiffened up quick and almost stood up if your hand hadn’t held him down as it quickly landed on his thigh.

“What’s up with you and sitting silently in dark rooms? Seriously, even Silver Wolf’s getting spooked. Did you pick that up from Kafka?” You laughed — not even a mention of what he was thinking about, or what has gotten him all knotted up. Just the way he likes it.

You don’t ask questions, but your warmth invites him to tell you everything that he knows.

Blade only scoffed but a ghostly smile was on his lips. “I like to think without hearing you mumble about what to eat. Is food all you think about?”

“I’m not the one constantly latched onto someone’s hip almost everyday.” You called him out quick and he gave you a look of hesitance. Uncertainty flashes through his normally sharp cold eyes and you were quick to reel him back in. “Not like it’s a problem or anything. Seriously, you’re quicker to spook than a cat. Don’t be so skittish, you’ve seen me without clothes before.”

Blade groaned as he pressed his palm against your mouth, “Quit yammering about things like that.” As blissful as those memories were, the last time you were caught talking about something, Sam overheard, Blade refused to leave your shared room, and you had terrible scratch somewhere along your neck.

Even in the emptiness, you found your bliss beside him and Blade mirrored your sentiments. Even more so when you would shower him in the attention that he so desperately needs without having to beg for it.

You wordlessly watched as he stood up from the edge of the bed. You had every inkling to stop, but you also understood that Blade comes to you when he’s ready. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to keep him around and show him an ounce of comfort that he himself clearly needs. But you were stunned when he turned to you and drops to the floor, on his knees.

“Uh…”

Blade doesn’t speak when his head finds itself on your lap, cheek on your thigh while he refused to look at you.

But when he did, there was a silent plea. To soothe his aches with your loving touch, to comfort him with the smile that finds captures every starlight in existence. You only complied with a minuscule smile as your fingers slowly threaded through his luscious dark hair, fingertips soothingly massaging his scalp.

You relished in the sigh that escaped his lips as he melted in your touch, his head lolling in your lap.

“…Our shampoo does more wonders to your hair than mine.” You commented with a tiny pout and he only grunted in response. He’d rather you talk to him until he forgets that painful void in his chest after being betrayed by his comrades. “Or maybe you’re just naturally perfect, huh?”

“‘M not…” his response was muffled, but you understood nonetheless.

“You are.” You insisted with another grin as you continued to pamper him with your gentle touches. You could see the way his shoulders visibly released tension, his form going slack as he indulged in the comfort you offered.

You stayed in silence with him, the static atmosphere in the room no more than suffocating as you made sure your love and devotion reached him as much as he did yours.

And suddenly, your hand gravitates from his head down to his other cheek, caressing it ever so gently. Your featherlight touch soothes his core deeply and he could only let his lips curl up into a small satisfied smile.

Your hand moved down further until you scratched the underside of his chin.

And a purr rumbles from Blade’s chest.

You stopped and his eyes snapped open as the realization hits you both like the Astral Express. He hurriedly looked up to you and sure enough, there was an ecstatic grin plastered on your pretty face.

“Wh—”

“Don’t.”

…And so you don’t. For now at least.

[hanjisungslag]

haiii >_< what type of fantasy characters/stererotypes would aot characters be?

- any characters you want but def reiner pls＾ ty baby

🧝‍♀️ aot characters & fantasy

characters included: eren, armin, mikasa, sasha, connie, jean, annie, reiner, bertolt, levi, erwin & hange!!

notes: this was so fun to do omg

✧ eren jaeger - hero gone villain

okay i know this is a bit basic to do… but c’mon!! he’s literally the epitome of ‘i’ve become what i sought out to destroy’ and i just can’t think of him as anything else. he fits the stereotype too well😭.

✧ armin arlert - mage

he is soooo side kick mage, no? tell me you can’t imagine armin (specifically with the mushroom hair) wearing a wizard gown, hat and holding a magical old stick. he doesn’t like to leave his tower often but is usually forced to when something goes amiss - i can imagine him sighing deeply while reluctantly grabbing his magical old stick.

✧ mikasa ackerman - sidekick

bad ass sidekick who lives in the woods & is probably on the run. i’m thinking… arcana muriel vibes for this but less stoic and quiet (and less cursed) but, she definitely learnt to fight in the woods when she was 3 OR taken in by an old, rugged guy whose family died tragically. either way, everyone’s terrified of her but she steals bread for orphans or some heroic shit like that.

✧ jean kirsten - prince

himbo prince😭 i mean this in the BEST way possibly mkay! he’s not really a himbo however… he just gives prince who accidentally got entangled in a weird adventure and he doesn’t know how to live without servants. he’s be like “erm, i am not crossing that muddy river.” BUT THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT WOULD BE INSANE by the end, he’d like finally understand how bad the government is or how poor the townspeople are and give them money.

✧ connie springer - the fool

sigh… the fool, the court jester, etc etc. he would be himbo prince jean’s court jester 100% and they’re like actually pretty good friends, they’ve known each other since they were kids. he also gets dragged along with jean on a weird adventure and he would be the comedic relief. (also a shoulder for jean to cry on when he gets mud on his fancy royal shoes).

✧ sasha braus - henchman

hunter/henchman hellooo…? literally expert at using a bow and arrow? grew up in the woods?? she would EAT so hard being a henchman and to make it even better, when someone hires her they don’t know she’s a girl and whenever someone finds out, they’ll be so shocked!! feminism!

✧ reiner braun - the beast

dare i say… some sort of big beast? like a big, fluffy beast but make it sexy, beauty and the beast vibes perhaps. imagine fighting this big and surprisingly attractive who lives under a bridge. IM SORRY THAT WOULD BE SO FUN… i’m thinking like diane from sds vibes too!!

✧ bertolt hoover - squire

young, little boy training to be a knight aka a squire. tell me you cant see this little cutie patootie dressed to the nines in armour, learning how to swing a sword?! maybe him and annie trained together or dare i say, he looks up to her.

✧ annie leonhart - knight

sworn shield to a princess that she falls in love with. imma need someone to write a fanfic about this RIGHT NOW!! we all know annie knows how to whop some ass so, of course she was chosen by the king and queen to protect their precious daughter but what happens when… she falls in love! GAH!! of course, she could never speak of her feelings - maybe one day.

✧ levi ackerman - assassin

leader of some sort of renegade, like a special group of assassins. no matter what universe this man is in, his crown will never fall! his title carries on throughout all possible realties m’kay. same backstory though 100%, raised in the poor ditches but learnt how to fight and now he’s a leader of a renegade! you have to pay big buck to get levi to assassinate someone, he’s the best of the best after all.

✧ erwin smith - commander

i’m sorry to be basic and boring but a commander of an army. HE HAS TO BEEE 😭it’s too perfect, i’m sorry. except imagine the army is all medieval and dripped out in chainmail!

✧ hange zoë - pirate

a pirate. LIKE CMONNN especially s4 hange with the eye patch?! i can totally imagine hange running a ship and sailing the seven seas. they’re literally a commander too? it was written in the stars, they’re perfect for the role! i can totally see them playing devious pranks and tricks on other pirates trying to secure the same treasure.

[seastarblue]

Hello!

FREE PALESTINE!

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Hiiiii I'm seastarblue! Y'all can call me whatever as long as it somewhat relates to my user, but most go with seastar, or just sea. I'm just a girlie with O-Sea’s (GET IT? I need people to see this) that live in my head rent-free, and I'm hoping that you, dear reader, enjoy their silliness as much as I do!

I am pretty new at writing, and I am also a part time student, so yeah.

please be nice. I'm a-begging. I'm new to Tumblr. (It’s been like. 4 months)(but still be nice plz I’m a lil soft :c)

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Here are some basics about me:

18 years old (still not used to my being an aCTUAL ADULT WHAT)

Black and Muslim (if ya dont like it just go away pls and thank u)

Aromantic Asexual (i never needed b*tches......)

Timezone is EAT (East Africa Time)

My Stories

(and a very bad explanation of them)(I need to develop my stuff more):

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Interwoven

Here’s the Masterpost! (ALERT THE BIOS ARE OUTDATED) (everything relating to it has the tag #sea’s story 1) Status: on hiatus rn 🙏 I’m focusing on the latter two

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A Golem’s Guide to Regaining Goodness (AGGTRG)

there’s absolutely nothing here lol just characters And this very lonely writing masterpost (under the tag #sea’s story 2) Status: getting a feel for what I want to happen! also making intros, and that sorta thing ^^

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The Guiding Star (TGS)

So I lied this is the one with absolutely nothing 👍🏾 (even so, it’s under the tag #sea’s story 3) Status: getting ideas but idk how long it’ll take 😔

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I think that’s about it! I’m always open to tag games and the like, please feel free to reach out if you’d like to talk! About anything really, I’d like to make friends but Am Shy.

But, do not interact with me if:

You support Trump

Or Netenyahu

You’re homophobic, transphobic, etc

You’re racist, sexist, etc

If you’ve already followed me as one of the above, kindly unfollow, leave, or block me (soft or hard idc)

Mkay moving on…

im making a tag game list! Interact with this post to be added! 😙

have a lovely day/night :3

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credits for pfp and dividers under the cut:

Got the dividers off the web — Pfp from this picrew

[aniseandspearmint]

Mkay, i think i need to make this clear, but i am very against militant veganism here. Also eco terrorism, and people who cal hunting and raising food animals 'murder'.

Wool is the best fiber, and sherp will literally DIE if they don't get their hair cuts often enough.

Angora rabbits are NOT killed for their wool, they are gently brushed.

Neither animal is treated poorly, generally speaking, because poorly treated animals lead to poor quality wool.

Bees are not killed for their honey. Bees are infact fully unionized and can and will LEAVE if they don't like the conditions they are living under.

Many vegan sweeteners are actually VERY bad for the environment, like Agave. And Stevia tastes like old rubber to many people, myself included.

YES the modern meat industry is terrible. Thats because of capitalism though, not because it exists at all.

Humans are omnivores, and it is impossible for many people (including myself) to ever be able to switch to a vegan diet.

Humanity switching to all plant based protein is, at the current stage, completely and totally impossible. I fully doubt this will EVER happen.

Also the 'plans' some vegans have for converting predatory animals to a vegan diet are all delusional, cruelty, and complete fantasy.

PETA are monsters, that kill people's pets. They have done this, there is proof. They're terrible, and liars, please don't give them your money.

[f0point5]

what bugs me the most is that all of these people pretend that they are looking after or concerned for max.

ma'am who are you to be concerned for a grown ass 27 year old man who has a stable system and support around him.

they just cannot admit that they are jealous of kelly and fucking move on

I am miss the person i was 10 seconds ago when i hear these kind of people.

i specially hate the people that use kelly and her alleged pedophilia apparently as a plot device in fanfics and then put no hate to kelly in the authors note. Ma'am you are hating on her . saying no hate to her does not change your work.

Sadly, I think some of these people really think that this 27 year old man needs to be saved from a life of drudgery. They’re really out there thinking that because they watched his documentary they know him better than he knows himself. And because they’re vaguely aware of some pop psychology that they understand him on some deep level and know what’s best for him. Parasocial. Losers.

But mostly they’re just jealous of his girlfriend 😂

again, ladies, PSA, even if it wasn’t her it wouldn’t be you. Go look up who F1 drivers end up with and come back down to reality. I know you think he’s an Angel who just needs a hug and a chance meeting with a normal girl who isn’t after his money at a bus stop in Monaco, but that’s a giant crock of shit. And the fact that you don’t get that puts you further away from his type than the fact that none of you are hot enough anyway. Can we all just…grow up a bit

Kelly and her alleged paedophilia because she started dating this man when he was 23. Met him once at 18? Obviously a paedophile. Mkay that’s not how that works but you guys go off.

Signed, a girl who went out with a man in his 50s when I was 19 and he was actually definitely not a paedophile