#i love her but she sure gives me stuff to do

[ladiesworldsblog]

Isn’t she sexy? She’s everything a man could dream of, she’s a hot body and a dirty mind. And she loves to play with both.

We expected some guest for a dinner party and she had decided to dress beyond sexy, wearing a sheer body suit and slim leather pants. My dick reacted as expected and she just smiled at me.

I just begged her to wear something to cover her boobs and she offered me a deal, if I were ready to do, what she wants, she may do me a favor. So she told me to wear my cock cage that evening and do whatever she says to me and she’ll wear a jacket.

Of course, I nodded and told her that I‘ll do it. Giving her a lovely kiss to seal it. She kept her promise, but I guess some of our guests still got a peek of what she’s hiding underneath. And I heard how she got complimented for her dress and several men obviously told her, that she’s in a great shape. She loves both kinds of of feedback and nearly blushed several times.

I just enjoyed the view, she was clearly the center of attraction and the air was filled will thoughts of dirty minds. I guess every male guest and maybe even some females were thinking about some more private time with my wife. And it aroused me, I wouldn’t have say no to their wish… to their demand. I could understand it so well.

But it got late, more and more of our guests had to leave and suddenly I had lost sight of my wife. But I had to take care of the needs of the remaining guests, so I couldn’t have a look after her. Half an hour later my wife came back to our guests and a minute later I saw one of my friends coming from the bathroom smirking at me as he returned to the party.

Turned out, that he was the last guest, who didn’t had intentions to leave. You know these guys, right? So it was just the three of us and he was heavily flirting with my wife, overwhelming her with compliments and sweet talk.

Suddenly my wife told me to join her in the kitchen for a second. She said, that she’s was in the mood for a bottle of champagne, but the last bottle just got emptied and she asked me to get another one from the shop. I told her, that I had a drink or two as well and couldn’t drive.

She smiled at me, told me, she knew and begged me to go for a walk. My mind started to spin and I remember that my friend and my wife reappeared at the same time just an hour ago. „Be a darling, you promised to do, whatever I want, right.“ I nodded and watched as she gave me her jacket and returned to the living room.

Oh my gosh, I was horny and excited and surely I knew, what was going to happen. I just heard her saying to him, „we‘ll have some time for us, you may unwrap your gift now! And don’t worry about him, he’s fine with it and he‘ll get his treat, when he’s back!“

It took me over an hour to get back to our house, my friend was gone and my wife lay on her back on our couch, she was naked and sweaty and some fluids ran out of her swollen pussy. She smiled at me, told me, I‘m such a lovely cuckold and offered me to taste, what he left inside of her.

[impish-baby]

A few glimpses into 'both arms cradle you now' reader's childhood in no particular order

"Why do birds suddenly appear evertime you are near.." The wet tears running down your cheeks are gently brushed away, whatever nightmare plaguing your sleep seems so far away now that your dad is here. "Just like me, they long to be close to you.." Damien hoists you into his arms, still humming that familiar lullaby as he carries you to the kitchen.

"Why do stars fall from the sky every time you walk by.." You're set on top of the counter, Damien ruffling your hair softly before walking over to the fridge to fetch a carton of milk. "Just like me.. they long to be.. close to you.." The warm glow of the stove makes the quiet night more cozy, the shadows along the walls retreating as well as any lingering fear.

You can feel you eyes start to droop, a small yawn leaving your lips making the man chuckle fondly. "One sec, ok? Daddy has some angel milk for you so you don't have anymore bad dreams, then we'll get you tucked back into bed."

-

"Do you want to hold him, sweetie?" Not really, but a nudge to your shoulder has you taking a reluctant step forward anyway. You're not sure how to feel about him, he's your dad's but not your mom's.

Mary scoots over a little so you can climb up on the hospital bed next to her, a tired but kind smile on her face. "Here, it's ok, you just need to make sure you're supporting his head.." She helps guide your arms into the right position, placing the tiny buddle into them, a pair of equally tiny disgruntled blue eyes soon staring up at you.

When you were first told that your stepmom was pregnant, you tried really really hard to just be happy for them. You promise. The sinking dread never went away though, no matter how much you berated yourself for feeling that way.

Babies are a blessing, but the announcement only cemented the fact that the world as you knew it was ending. Your dad isn't just your dad anymore. Even then, he hasn't acted like one to you in a while. Maybe you were just denying the inevitable.

"Ohh, I think he likes you.." Mary's head rests on your shoulder suddenly, distracting you from your sullen thoughts. "See? You're a natural with little ones!"

"He's glaring at me.."

She laughs, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as she sits up. "No, he's just getting used to the world, darling. He loves you, he knows he has the best older sibling he could ask for."

-

"What's even the point?" You're both supposed to be sleeping even though it isn't a school night, Aunt Lisa is strict when it comes to things like that. What she doesn't know won't hurt her though.

"Because they look cool," Avery shrugs, carful of the fact you're currently snuggled under one of his arms. "And you get bragging points for catching them." You still don't get it, they're the same thing just a different color. "You've watched me play for like an hour, and now you're bored?"

"You were actually doing stuff before.." You huff, "You've been going around in a circle for fifteen minutes."

You scoff at his comment, now filled with spite to actually beat the game. You've barely moved an inch before the battle music plays, a black and purple pumpkaboo greeting you. "Oh, um..

"I

Well, excuse me," Avery sniffs playfully, "You play since I'm not entertaining enough." The console is handed over to you, the older boy simply holding you closer. "I bet you lose the first match you try."

"Huh?" Avery sighs, quickly pouting when he looks back at the screen. "Seriously? Damm, you're lucky." He pokes your cheek, "You catch it for me and I'll buy you some fries tomorrow."

-

"You're so annoying!"

With how hard you hit the ground, you know you're going to bruise. You weren't even talking, you just wanted to hang out with them.

"Seriously, who even wanted you to come over? I sure didn't!" No matter what you do, Lizzie doesn't like you. Doesn't matter if you're as friendly as can be or give her some space, you're always doing something wrong. "You're wasting good air, you know?"

"M' sorry, didn't mean to bother you." You won't cry, you're too old for that. "Liz-"

"You didn't mean to? Yeah, right!" Lizzie scoffs, kicking dirt into your face. Dust immediately stings your eyes. "You're a pest! No wonder everyone calls you bug, you're clingy like a tick, a parasite."

Your feeble attempt to rub the dirt away isn't really helping, you can barely hold your eyes open enough to look up at her. Miles isn't going to do anything to help either, silently supporting his sister.

"No wonder your dad left you! And your mom, she must be insufferable if you're her kid-"

You don't know when you managed to get up on your feet or when you grabbed a handful of Lizzie's hair. On the bright side, it makes her shut up.

"Hey!"

Your dad emerges from the house, miles trailing behind him. Of course.

"What has gotten into you?" You've let the older girl go at this point, she wasn't even crying until he came outside.

"Ow, dad.." Lizzie hides behind Damien, flashing you a smirk. "I wasn't even doing anything and they decided to be mean.."

Any inking of doubt you had evaporates in an instant. You don't have a dad anymore, you haven't in years.

"God.." He crosses his arms, the stern look would have made you wince if you weren't already shaking. "Don't even try to give me any excuses, Miles told me what happened. You can wait out here for your mom to pick you up since you can't behave yourself. I thought you knew better."

-

"Can you at least try to eat half, please?"

Your plate sits almost entirely untouched, having just been picked at over the course of dinner. Your mom's worried frown won't leave her face. "You're still a growing kid, I don't like how many meals you've tried to skip."

"I'm not hungry." You really aren't, there's always a nauseous feeling in your gut these days. "I'll eat a snack later, don't worry, mom."

"Baby.." She pinches the bridge of her nose and you feel a pang of guilt for how stressed she must be. "Please? For mommy? Or at least talk to me about what's going on.. i- it hurts seeing you so sad all the time."

What are you supposed to say to that?

Against your will, there's tears starting to drip down your cheeks. You don't think you've ever seen the women move so fast, her chair clattering to the floor in her rush to go to your side. "Oh, my baby.."

"I- I'm sorry.." For what you don't know, maybe the fact that she's stuck with you. "I- I'm so sorry, mom-"

"Oh, hush.." You're too big for her to carry, you both know, but she still scoops you into her arms. "There's nothing in the world you need to apologize to me for."

You sniffle, tucking your head under her chin. "I- I don't want to see dad anymore.. or.. or hear about him or-"

"Shhh.." She runs a hand through your hair in an attempt to soothe you, "you don't have to, alright? We'll figure it out. If that's what you want, you won't ever have to see him again."

(a/n: some ramblings while I start writing the second part to the series..reader will continue to go through it)

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ GDRAGON AS A FATHER

୨ৎ pairing: father!jiyong x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: quite soft, quite fluffy, and emotional!

୨ৎ from myeong: hi!! so happy to receive this adore request and I’ve been so excited to get to it! I hope you can enjoy this and seeing a dad jiyong would be the cutest ever!! ): such a sweetheart x

jiyong will be the most softest, caring, sweetest, loving, supportive, and genuine father ever!!!!!!!!!!

does not care about whether the first baby will be a boy or a girl all he cares about is having a healthy child that he can help him become a better person.

enjoys letting the baby hold his finger and takes at least a dozen photos even when you tell him it’s a bit pointless to have so many of the same photos.

“it’s not! what if something happens to the first few I took then I need to have more for backup!”

jiyong will be extremely overprotective and if a family member wants to hold the baby he has to be near to watch and make sure everything is okay.

“see that precious smile? that’s because of me.”

you’ll give him this look and he then of course adds you in and thanks you for helping in the creation of the baby and why he/she is just so beautiful. aww

“do you think he’ll/she’ll look more like me or look more like you as they get older? I’m so curious.”

jiyong will kiss you and tell you to go back to sleep while he takes care of the baby during the night. he knows you need all the rest you can get for being up most of the day with the baby. he’s very caring.

spoils the child rotten but also makes sure that he or she has the best manners even at such a young age, teaching basic skills and always showing the baby how much he loves you for everything you do.

as the child gets older it only makes jiyong slightly panic because he wanted so badly for the baby to stay little forever but of course it doesn’t work that way so he spends extra time filming for memories.

“one sec! let me take this last picture.. alright I got it. gosh.. she/he looks so perfect thanks to us.”

when it’s just the three of you jiyong sometimes gets emotional and talks about how much he’s always wanted a family like this and he still can’t believe he finally has one after so many years.

takes family time very seriously. he’ll cut everyone off who’s not interested in including you and the baby. he doesn’t have time for any of that stuff.

jiyong will want matching pjs, shoes, jewelry, hats, glasses, etc etc with the baby and you. he looks at it like family goals and thinks it’ll complete the fam.

“guess what? I learned how to make this dish! do you think he/she will like it? it has all of his/hers favorite things in it! the broccoli is what sold me.”

jiyong is obsessed with taking you and the baby to the park every chance that he gets. he’ll ask if you want to go if the weather is nice and gets the big bag ready full of snacks, drinks, and toys for the baby in case he/she gets a little bored there.

he likes to plan little trips as a family. the zoo and aquarium being at the top of the list because in his mind it’s so important to experience these types of things with the baby as a very close family. cute ):

allows you to have time to yourself since being a mom is a very tough job so he’ll take the baby and shop around for the day or hang out at the studio while he/she plays and snacks on yummy snacks.

“are you having fun with dada? I know you are.”

if you’re away at work or he’s allowing you time away for yourself like said before then he’ll send you so many selcas that he takes of him and the baby asking if you’d like this as your wallpaper.

“thank you for giving me my perfect little one.”

jiyong loves falling asleep with the baby even when he/she starts to get older he’ll take bedtime very seriously and read he/she a book while slowly falling asleep. next thing you know he’s asleep with he/she in bed and it’s the cutest thing ever!!!

long story short he’s a perfect father to your baby.

[tarareindeer]

₊✩‧₊Hidden Secrets₊✩‧₊

author's note : " ..just got time after doing the house chores...not much story but i try to write longer in the second part. Got the impression story and aesthetic from @nhaaauyen story called 'The Ghost of You "

PART 1 : I found you...

┊zombie apocalypse & omegaverse ┊

sevika {Alpha} x fem reader {omega} au!: Sevika a survivalist Alpha leading a treehouse community. You were just a wandering Omega with a secret, scraping by in the ruins of a dead world—until she caught you. One stolen backpack and a bottle of heat suppressants later, she made her intentions clear: you weren’t going anywhere. Survival wasn’t enough for her anymore; maybe you were the answer to something bigger.

cw : cursing,blunt behaviour?,brainrot

The forest was way too quiet for your liking. Like, “main character about to get jumped” kinda quiet. You adjusted the straps of your beat-up backpack, muttering under your breath as you scanned the treeline.

"God, I just want some ramen and a nap, not a zombie ambush," you whispered to no one, side-eyeing a squirrel that darted across your path like it had beef with you.

You’d found some canned soup and a box of stale crackers in the ruins of an old gas station, which, honestly, was the highlight of your week. But luck in this hellscape was a limited resource, and you knew better than to count on it.

That’s when it happened.

Something big way bigger than a squirrel grabbed you from behind. A hand like a damn vice clamped onto your arm, spinning you around so fast you barely had time to process what was happening.

"Whoa, whoa, WHOA-!" you yelped, only to freeze as you got a good look at your attacker.

Sevika.

Tall, built like a tank, and looking at you like you were her next meal. Her mechanical arm gleamed faintly in the sunlight, and her sharp jawline could’ve cut glass. The scar running down her face only made her look more terrifying and.....fucking hot.

"Just—just a girl, out here minding her business, y’know? No need for the death grip, lady!" she drawled, voice low and rough, like gravel under boots.

She snorted, clearly unimpressed with your flailing attempts to free yourself. "Minding your business? Out here?" She leaned closer, dark eyes narrowing. Try again."

Before you could argue, she reached down and yoinked your backpack off your shoulder like you weren’t even holding it.

"Hey! That’s my stuff!" you snapped, watching helplessly as she unzipped it and started rummaging through your belongings like she was at a yard sale.

"Your stuff?" Sevika raised an eyebrow, pulling out a can of soup. "Yeah, not anymore."

You fumed, crossing your arms. "Cool, love that for you. Take my last two meals. It’s not like I wanted to live or anything."

Her lips twitched like she was fighting back a smirk. But then, her hand froze. Slowly, she pulled out a small, unassuming bottle.

The blood drained from your face.

"Oh," she said, her tone suddenly sharp. She turned the bottle of heat suppressants over in her hand, examining it like it was the most interesting thing she’d ever seen. "Didn’t peg you for an Omega."

"Okay, first of all, rude," you shot back, though your voice wavered. "Second of all give that back!"

She ignored you, her eyes flicking back to your face. Her smirk returned, slower this time, more predatory.

"You’ve been hiding," she murmured, stepping closer.

You stumbled back, heart pounding as your instincts screamed at you to run. But where were you even gonna go? She was huge, fast, and had robotic strength. Your brain said fight, but your body was stuck on buffering.

"I'm not hiding," you managed to stammer, trying to sound tough and failing miserably.

"Sure," Sevika drawled, taking another step forward. Her gaze softened for a split second, though you weren’t sure if it was pity or something else entirely. Then, she sniffed the air—subtle, but enough to make your stomach drop.

Great. Of course she could smell you.

"Let me guess," she said, her voice dropping lower. "You thought these little pills were gonna keep me from noticing?" She held up the suppressants, shaking them lightly.

You glared at her, trying to mask your panic with sarcasm. "Yeah, well, they usually do! Maybe your nose is broken, ever think of that?"

Her smirk widened. "Not broken. Just better."

You wanted to disappear into the dirt, but instead, you did the next best thing: you bolted.

Well, you tried to bolt.

Before you could take two steps, Sevika’s arm shot out, grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you up like you weighed nothing.

"Alright, that’s enough of that," she muttered, slinging you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Put me down! you walking brick wall!" you yelled, pounding your fists uselessly against her back.

"Not a chance, princess," she shot back, starting to walk.

Hours later, you were still fuming as Sevika dragged you through the forest. She’d barely said a word, aside from the occasional grunt when you tried to squirm out of her grip.

"Seriously, where are you even taking me?" you asked, your voice muffled against her shoulder.

"You'll see," she said gruffly.

When you finally arrived, you stopped dead in your tracks. Rising out of the forest was the biggest tree you’d ever seen, its massive branches weaving into the sky. High above the ground, nestled in its boughs, was an actual treehouse like something out of a Pinterest board.

The tree itself was ancient, its thick trunk twisted and gnarled like something out of a fantasy novel. Surrounding the base was a wide steel fence reinforced with scrap metal, forming a protective barrier from the undead...

Inside the fence, small vegetable gardens thrived Clotheslines stretched between makeshift poles, drying laundry in the sun. Wooden platforms spiraled up the trunk, leading to a sprawling treehouse nestled high in the canopy.

This wasn’t some rickety shack it was a stronghold filled with community of survivors.

"Welcome home," Sevika said, glancing back at you with a smirk.

"Home?" you echoed, your brain short-circuiting. "This is your hideout? What are you, a Disney princess?"

She rolled her eyes, grabbing your arm and hauling you up the rope ladder that led to multiple rooms in the tree house. "Call it whatever you want. It’s safe."

Sevika explained as she guided you closer, her tone gruff but proud, "Most of us here are Betas. A few Alphas and Omegas too. We all do what we can to keep this place running."

"Why are you doing this?" you asked, crossing your arms as you turned to face her.

long silence...as she led you to her room in the tree house which was small and cozy...filled with stuff that might be gotten from scavenging.

Sevika leaned against the wall, crossing her own arms as she looked at you. For a moment, she didn’t answer. Her gaze softened, and the cocky smirk slipped just slightly.

"Because you wouldn’t last a week out there," she said finally. "And because…" She hesitated, her eyes flicking to yours. "Iam just going to breed you." ....she said a bit bluntly but hesitantly..like she was hiding the truth.

Your cheeks warmed as she stepped closer, her towering frame making you feel tiny. Her hand brushed a stray hair from your face, and for a second, you forgot how to breathe.

"You’re trouble," Sevika murmured, her voice low and almost… gentle. "But you’re mine now."

[smilingsam]

No way, I didn't know it was animated in Unreal engine. I'm a 3D animator in C4D and I had no idea this could be done in Unreal. Very cool approach, I love the innovation. I wonder if the same assets could be reused in unreal to create a game with the same style, that would be sick. I totally agree about the details of the new costumes. My favourite thing that I noticed is the thick red embroidery/stitch around the pokadots that you can see on the bottom picture. That's such a small detail that really adds depth and texture. I also love everyone's hair, especially Alya's in that first scene when she's all frantic. The waves looks so satisfying to me idk man Overall I'm really happy with the new animation, they went way harder than they had to. Adrian is the only character that felt off at first but after watching twice (lmao I couldn't help myself) I'm already warming up to him. I love how they both look in that last scene in the cinema. Plot wise, I'm hyped. Like Bugga said, it makes sense for their relationship to be awkward at this point to me. The way I interpreted it was that their dynamic is bound to feel off now that Mari has all this information that she's keeping from him. It probably has her overthinking every move. I realise that's not really how it was portrayed in the episode, but to me it makes sense that she's not really sure how to function as a couple with this weird imbalance. She's relying on copying other people's actions because she doesn't trust her own judgement anymore. She doesn't trust herself not to make another mistake. Meanwhile, Adrian just accepts that she probably wants to leave him because he's doing something wrong. I love this stuff. Season 6 is off to a great start and I really feel like they're giving it the attention to detail and plot (hopefully) it deserves. The london special has me hoping for a season with emotional consequences and angst. After this episode I think they're going to deliver. Also, side note, I can't wait for that one clip from the trailer where chat falls. Ok I'm done haha

SEASON 6 ILLUSTRHATER THOUGHTS

honestly, I was expecting the animation to be more jarring for me than it actually was. It was actually really easy for me to get into and tbh just looks really nice. Adrien is the character I'll need to get used to the most, but I like his look fine, I just need to get used to it.

But like. special shoutout to nino. NINO????? NINO LOOKS. SO FUCKING CUTE. I love him so much I want to squish his face?? I'm almost unable to watch this episode in a normal way because I'm too busy staring at Nino's adorable face the whole time.

the DJWifi was so cute in this episode. theyre so sweet

in general I really like the redesigns of all the characters. I think they all look like... them. Like Nathaniel looks more like Nathaniel to me, Kagami looks more like Kagami, Sabrina looks like Sabrina and Ivan looks like Ivan. I can't describe it — they look like they've matured enough to have a better understanding of who they are. I like it.

Also, the intro sequence. If there's still any doubt about whether the show will address "marinette's lie coming back to bite her / looming over her" this season, I feel like the intro answers that pretty clearly and with a distinct tone

Another thing — the background characters look soooo much better in the new animation. Not only do they not look like terrifying low res monstrosities like they did in the old show, but they have such a wide array of distinct body types that i really appreciate. a lot of diversity in the crowds w race and disability too. and they look good. it's really refreshing.

I. LOVE. the new butterfly-telepathy sequences. the way that butterfly!lila talks to her victims in a little dreamscape where she's able to use her body language and manipulation tactics. I cannot actually emphasize how much this strangely excited me. It feels so much more emotionally impactful and interesting and dynamic and Lila than what Hawkmoth did

I know people are going to be upset about Marinette being awkward around Adrien again, but I feel like it makes a lot of sense to me. In the more general sense, it makes a lot of sense for this soft-refresh of the show that is marketing itself to a new audience to re-introduce the adrienette dynamic in a way that is just a smidge redundant to old fans. This is kind of important background on how Adrien and Marinette have always been with each other and the context of their relationship! That's important to show.

As a more in-character/universe explanation — while, yes, Adrien and Marinette started to get much more comfortable in their relationship in the old season, they never really got time to BREATHE. they were awkward and messy for the majority of their time together in s5, and then right as they started to get comfortable, Gabriel started puppeteering Adrien in a way that made things pretty tense for them, and then a whole whirlwind happened where he was sent away, and then his DAD DIED and he presumably spent a lot of the summer in mourning and— and— i dunno. I don't think it's too much of a stretch for me to believe that their relationship still feels awkward, especially when a new butterfly villain just popped up and likely reminded marinette of the whole Fiasco and threw her into mega-stress mode.

Their relationship isn't technically all that "new" like they act like it is, but this IS actually probably the first time they've been able to go on regular dates like this! So it feels new, they're still sort of in that "new" stage. Before, Gabriel was keeping Adrien away, and then Adrien probably wasn't in a good headspace for a lot of the summer after he died.

(Also, I just enjoy watching Marinette be awkward about Adrien. I definitely prefer them re-treading some old ground to new audiences than for their relationship to feel too jarringly different than how we've seen them interact in the past. I wouldn't want the time skip to be used as too much of a crutch, especially when I expect that Adrien spent a lot of it in mourning)

But anyway, they're still kissing in the season intro, and this is only episode TWO of the season, so I'm excited to see them gradually get more lovey dovey as the season goes on. (Or for Marinette's stress and guilt to overwhelm her! Who knows! I'm down!)

Oh also, Ladybug looks SO GOOD. she is so shiny and pretty and I love the red in her hair and i love her and I love ladynoir talking about their relationships and and and. and. i love them. thanks for coming to my ted talk

[fluentmoviequoter]

Tim Through the Years - The Proposal

Series Masterlist (part 10)

Summary: Tim finds the perfect way to propose. 0.9k+ words

Tim has been trying to wrack his brain on how to propose. He found the ring because of Angela and now he doesn’t know how to ask the woman he loves to marry him. Because of the incident when he got the ring, everyone has an opinion on how he should propose, and it’s giving him quite the headache. Lucy has been talking non-stop since she found out and expressed all of the ideas she had. So here he is, hiding in the interrogation room, trying to think of the perfect way to ask. Tim’s phone starts to ring and he answers without looking to see who is calling.

“What?” Tim asks gruffly.

“Hey baby, is this a bad time?” 

Tim freezes; it was you calling him and not Lucy as he thought. “No, not at all, what can I do for you?”

“We’ve been having issues at school of someone stealing other people’s lunches. Today they stole my whole lunch instead of a couple of things. Everything is just gone; would it be possible to bring me some lunch? I really don’t want to eat cafeteria food.” 

“Of course baby, I’ll grab some food from your favorite place”, Tim replies softly. He can tell you’ve been having a rough day just by the sound of your voice.

“Thank you so much! I really appreciate it, I love you! See you soon.” 

“I love you too.”

When your phone call ends, he sees he has a few texts he missed from you earlier. They were pictures of different drawings your students did and they all centered around you and him together. Tim knows that you love your students and they mean the world to you. You always boast about how much your students grow and how proud you are of them. That’s when Tim has the best idea ever.

You slump in your seat after your phone call with Tim. The kids were in the gym before they were going to head to lunch. There has been a lunch thief in the break room and even if you leave your lunch in your classroom, some of it gets stolen. You’ve never had your whole lunch stolen - matter of fact, no one has, so it looks like the thief has stepped up their game. You have your suspicions of who stole your lunch: your coworker Dennis has been causing all sorts of problems. He cheated on his wife with a student's mom, and now he blames his ex-wife for why his kids don’t want to see him. A rumor you were told was that he was a massive alcoholic who took out all his stress on his family, and he had a gambling problem. You want to make a super spicy meal for him to eat so he will stop eating your lunches since Tim puts a ton of effort into making sure you eat a balanced meal every day.

You check the time and see that it is time to pick up your class before lunch so they can grab anything they need. When you walk into your classroom with your students, you see Tim sitting at your desk with your lunch. The class all squeals and runs up to Tim, asking him all sorts of questions. Your class loves it when Tim visits and thinks he’s a superhero. 

“Hey guys, I’m just here to have lunch with your favorite teacher.” Tim has a smile on his face while he talks to your students.

That’s when your class turns to you and declares they want to use their marbles to have lunch with the both of you. You use marbles as a reward system to encourage good behavior, and they can choose what they want within reason.

“How about instead of me taking your marbles, I’ll give you a free pass because you have been so well-behaved today.”

The class cheers and goes to get their lunch stuff, so you send a classroom aide to go with some students who need a hot lunch. Tim hands you your stuff and when the aide returns with your students, you tell her you are going to run to the bathroom and be right back. When you return to your classroom, all your students are suspiciously quiet. Lunch goes smoothly, with you and Tim talking about your guys' day and the students talking amongst their friends and asking questions here and there. Once lunch ends, the students say goodbye to Tim and you kiss Tim on the cheek before telling him you’ll see him at dinner tonight.

It is getting close to the end of the day when the fire alarm goes off, which is weird because there was no drill planned for today. You calmly walk your students outside and do a head count of your students. After a few minutes, police and fire arrive, and all the kids talk about how cool they thought the trucks were. That’s when you heard your name called from one of the police vehicles' microphones.

“Y/N Winchester.”

Everyone grows quiet, and all turn to stare at you. Your students run toward the vehicle, and you run behind them to try and stop them. You freeze because your students are standing behind Tim, who is on one knee.

“Will you marry me?” all your students shout together with massive smiles on their faces.

“Yes!”

[kkpaaw]

Redesigned my initial Jay design and I love them sm more now omg

I still gotta do a post merge design BUT this is what they looked like before the merge

I was gonna wait till I finished all the other ninja and then post em all together in one big picture but uh thats gonna take a while cuz im very slow so I'll post each desigh when I finish them and then post em all together in one big picture when they are all finished that way i don't have to hold onto them that long

Yes she's in her early 20s I hc she's about the same age as Nya only a few months older making them the 3rd youngest in the group

She is genderfluid. Her venture as Superstar Rockin Jay made her realize that. Which made her become all the most attached to the avatar hence why she changed her appearance to match it somewhat

Cole was actually the first to find out and he convinced Jay to tell Nya and the others

I am the one to believe a few years passed since the merge happened so yea Jay is 24 currently and she's SHORT sorry my tall Jay fans she's always been a shortie to me

Short but mighty don't be fooled he's strong

He is supposed to have lichtenberg scars on his face but...listen I didn't feel like it ok? They r hard for me to draw so just imagine he has them

Also gave them lil weird claw feet to give them more snake traits sincd i felt there wasnt enough. They do have fangs, but they are more inward and only reveal when they feel threatened

Jay definitely dressed more casual with his ninja gi as opposed to the others, with the overalls and goggles, but Sensei wu hasn't said anything yet so he just keeps doing it, but he's pretty sure that wu definitely side eyes him sometimes

And yes they are STILL an inventor but mad scientist type ya know? They make all kinds of stuff for the team, helping with the mechs.

He recently has started to dabble in coding and what not and is kind of obsessed so their spare time outside their busy schedual with their inventions has been spent doing a LOT of coding

Jay is not stupid and I will not perpetuate that no sir

I'm slowly working on the others, but of course Jay would be first I'm obsessed with her

They are on anti-depressants, well they WERE before the merge..

Link to the other ninjas refs if u wanna see em:(will update as I finish em)

Nya Kai Cole Zane Lloyd

[alkhemeya]

So, guess who forgot to post whenever I finished an episode and accidentally sped through Season 1? Me. I did. I'm guilty.

And what the fuck is happening??

Statement Begins.

The Magnus Archives, Season 1 — Thoughts.

1. So, madame Jane prentiss was a jumpscare. Now I am terrified of bugs even more. (That fucking ep of hers scares me. WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT SINGS TO YOU—)

2. Tim seems pretty cool. I am sure he isn't human still. Maybe he was raised as a human and doesn't know? Not sure. Found it funny he got high as shit though.

3. Sacha is... fine? She probably got attacked, but she had gotten out okay. I think. Her voice is different, but I'm pretty sure they changed voice actors, so I'm not worried. They've done that in some shows, so it's nothing.

4. Martin, my boy. I love him. Got traumatised by worms, clearly has a thing for Sims (I'm not being delusional, shut up) and is secretly badass. Fight me on this. Got traumatised by Prentiss and I can't fucking blame him bringing her worms to work so Sims would listen.

4.4. Also, what do you MEAN HE FOUJD GERTRUDES BODY??? WHAT. (Elias did this. I know this. He's the evil boss archetype.)

5. Sims, you wet cat of a man. Still my no.1 fave. His fear is so relatable. I can count how many times I've been scared but pretended to be skeptical (I've went ghost hunting a few times and it was so fucking scary.) He's such a dumbass too. Though Martin was a ghost. He's so stupid (affectionate.)

6. The newest spooks, who will be added to the list eventually.

6.1. Okay, dark cult is dark cult. Clearly feeding stuff to whatever abomination they worship.

6.2. There are uncanny Valley fucks roaming around who may be killer clowns. Why are there doll clown things? I hate clowns. Also clearly pod people? I love the anatomy class, they're clearly aliens/pod people.

6.3. There may be multiple entitues, as I call them. Around, uh, 8? One to do with bodysnatching/uncanny Valley, the dark/death, bugs and rot, watching/hunting, destruction, meat?, insanity, and caves/claustrophobia. I think. I may not be right. I have names for them already, like they're eldritch gods. Am I pulling stuff out of my ass? Maybe, but it makes sense TO ME.

7. Also, werewolves and Ghosts very much exist. And skinwalkers. Like, all the spooky shit. I am in heaven.

Might do a thing where I do either half a season each, since it'll be easier, and I won't, you know, forget about this. Like I usually do.

Anyways, I love how it's all coming! I can't wait to get into season 2 by next Monday. Gotta give myself a break!

[genderqueerdykes]

TW: Transphobia, intentional misgendering/mentions of abuse, gaslighting, and generally gross behavior. You asked for experiences from transmasc people, so, here I am. I'm a transmasc person. Still figuring out what kind of person that is, but... I'm transmasc, which is what matters here. I've been told a LOT of harmful things in the community, both from abusers and from friends(who I no longer talk to). This is my experience. My first real experience with all of this was from a shitty ex, who at that point controlled my life and had identified as bi since he was 12. He denied me the ability to transition (I couldn't drive myself to the doctor and had no money to pay for more than the prescription), saying that I would turn into a monster and break up with him, abuse him, become violent, etc. He pressured me into using she/her pronouns along with he/they. I used genderfluid transmasc at the time as my labels, and he used this as an excuse to proudly call me "his wife in training", saying that because I didn't bind half the time, I was practically a woman. I'm now in therapy because while the term genderfluid fits, I legitimately get panicked when I try to use it because not only did he use it against me, but people used it to... detransify me. De-masc me.

Now, I'm a feminine person in some respects. I like a good accessory and bright colors and cute things. But because I wasn't performing hypermasculinity to become "a true man", people used genderfluid as a term to say "Well, clearly you're fine with female pronouns and terms because you wear earrings/paint your nails, and genderfluid falls in the scale of woman, so I'll just call you woman." People used the term so often to de-transify me, ESPECIALLY in the community.

When out and about, it does not matter if I have he/him or they/them pins on- people, even queer people, CONSISTENTLY read me as transfeminine even though I'm the opposite. I love trans women, but that's not what I am- and to be agressively labeled female by people who mean well and aggressively labeled male in a "you're just a monster masquerading as a female" way from strangers who are transphobic feels like absolute dogshit.

I'm nervous about top surgery sometime this year or next year. I want to keep a little bit of my chest, because I'm a larger person- but I'm legitimately worried my doctor will go against my wishes and give me a bird chest or carve out too much. I want top surgery not only because it will make me feel more like myself, but because my stupid chest is what EVERYONE points to- queer or non- and says that "but you have that, shouldn't you enjoy it?"

Being labeled a faker, a potential monster in the making, as someone who's just confused, and worst of all, being labeled as someone who didn't know what my own label meant... it's worn me down. I'm not sure what to do with myself, and am in gender therapy to unpack the trauma of what other people have placed onto me, both queer and cishet alike. I have quite a few understanding, loving friends in the community- but there have been just as many people who haven't understood and try to fit me into a box until I bled.

This stuff isn't just "oh silly transmasc! That's part of the experience! You just have to deal with it!" I don't, actually. And I refuse to. I refuse to give up the things I love for other people's assumptions of my body, label or identity. Even if it hurts to fight back, I'm tired of letting transphobes inside and outside our community harm me based on what THEY think I should be. This is my story. Sorry if it's bleak, but... that's the truth. I hope it helps others see that blaming us for all the harm the community faces, and making us into your blank dolls to play with, breaks us. It's awful. Please, treat us better. We deserve better. We always have.

Thank you for letting us share our stories.

thank you for taking the time to type this out and share, i really appreciate it. this is very insightful and important. i can't believe how awful people are to you. that shouldn't be happening. i don't want to take away from your story so i'll keep it brief

people, even queer people, CONSISTENTLY read me as transfeminine even though I'm the opposite. I love trans women, but that's not what I am- and to be agressively labeled female by people who mean well and aggressively labeled male in a "you're just a monster masquerading as a female" way from strangers who are transphobic feels like absolute dogshit.

this happens so often. this is what i mean when i say that trans men and mascs are also affected by transmisogyny. many people mistake trans men and mascs for trans women and transfems. it's a real thing and we need to acknowledge it.

[passionwillow]

Don’t You Leave Me

Hi guys! Back with more smutty stuff. You’re injured on the job and Gibbs just about loses his mind. Smut and age gap and angst! 18 NOT PROOF READ

I skipped over my usual detailed smut writing and went for something more- romantic? Idk.

“Where the hell is she?”

Gibbs’ voice rang out around the room, bringing everyone to attention. DiNozzo and Ziva shared a brief look, bodies stiff as Gibbs approached.

McGee stood and swallowed hard, voice trembling but firm as he spoke to the angry man in front of him. “She’s in autopsy with Ducky. Not- not in that way, sir, she’s alive, of course. But he’s checking her over and patching her up.”

DiNozzo and Ziva winced at the hard look Gibbs gave McGee before storming off towards the elevators, steps eerily silent as he made his way through the room.

"Nice, McGee," Tony started to jab, but the smack to his head from Ziva made him fall quiet.

Gibbs was furious with himself for even letting you out into the field. You were Abby's assistant, a job the dark haired girl initially didn't find necessary. But your humor was just like hers, and the caffeine addiction you shared made you two a comical duo. She soon came to love your presence.

You'd gone out with Ducky to help him while Palmer was sick, a simple task that should have taken an hour or so. But the suspect ended up still being in the house, and he'd gone after you in a panic. Trying to take you hostage, simply losing his mind because he was caught, that was for an interrogator to figure out.

You weren't sure how many kicks you'd taken to the ribs, or how exactly your face had gotten cut up. But Ducky was doing a fine job cleaning and bandaging them.

The older medical examiner was filing the silence with talk about some woman's body he'd examined years ago when the sliding doors to autopsy hissed open. Your eyes found blue ones filled with anger and guilt and panic. Ducky was quick to move out of the way and give you space with Gibbs.

His hands came up and cupped your cheeks, eyes studying the cuts and bruises on your skin. "Are you okay?" His voice was low and shaky, his thumb brushing over one of the bandages.

"Gibbs, I'm fine," you promised, gently grabbing is wrist and squeezing. "I'm just sore. I'll be alright." His eyes stayed glued to yours, as if he was looking for a flicker of deceit in your eyes. He eventually pulled away and looked at Ducky, the older man distracting himself with the equipment on a nearby table.

"Yes, Jethro, she will be just fine. Nothing rest and sleep and some Tylenol can't fix," he said with a wave of his hand. He didn't need to look up to know what the silver haired boss was asking with his eyes.

Gibbs cracked a faint smile and looked back to you, holding his hand out to you and helping you off the table. "You aren't staying alone tonight,” he stated, his tone leaving little room for argument.

You knew better than to tell him you didn’t need a babysitter, but there was a part of you that wanted the company. The adrenaline had worn off and you knew he could feel your hands trembling.

He led you to the elevator and stood quietly beside you, waiting for the jostling and humming motors before flipping the switch. The lights dimmed, the humming of the elevator stopped, and Gibbs was facing you.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

You looked up into his blue eyes, frozen in place by the concern and fear there. You swallowed against the lump in your throat before shaking your head, the trembling in your hands moving through the rest of your body.

“I didn’t-.. I’m not prepared for stuff like that. I don’t-..” you trailed off as Gibbs pulled you to his chest, one hand on your back and the other holding your head, cradling you as he spoke.

“He never should have been there. The area was cleared by the police and they missed the bastard. I’m sorry, I never should have put you in that situation.” He mumbled quietly into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple before pulling back, hand still in your back as he flipped the switch and sent the car moving.

Your heart was still racing with anxiety and adrenaline as he took you back home, the car ride silent and riddled with a tension you couldn’t pinpoint. He took your bags without a word, carrying them inside once you arrived before locking the door.

Your relationship with Gibbs had been nothing but tension when you started. The good kind. He refused to act on his feelings and you didn’t have the nerve to make the first move. So the three years together had been a balance of subtle flirting and catching one another gazing at the other.

But now he was in your house, taking his coat off and hanging it up as if he’d been here before. You watching him untie his boots and set them aside, your body starting to ache with the bruises and cuts as he made his way over to you.

He always stood so damn close to, practically pressed to you. The heat from his body felt so inviting, and you didn’t think before placing a hand on his chest, grabbing his shirt.

‘I thought I was going to lose you out there,” he spoke quiet and soft, hands going to your waist and pulling you closer, head dipping down to rest against yours.

“I had no idea what was happening, I just heard the yelling and crashes from the house, and..” he trailed off as his nose brushed yours, eyes closed as he breathed you in.

You didn’t hesitate before hugging him, arms like a vice around his neck as he clung to you, head on your shoulder. Your ribs protested at his grip but you didn��t care.

It took only a moment before you gave in to one another, lips meeting in a heated kiss as he held you snug to his body. You stumbled with him to the bedroom, clothes in a trail as he undressed you and you him.

His body was familiar and soothing as he laid over you. Lips ghosting over your cuts and bruises, hands soothing your aches and pains as he devoured you like a man starved.

When he entered you it felt like the Earth was shaking. He groaned and panted in your ear, limbs tangled as he drowned his worries and fears with you. The feel of you around him, the scent and taste of your skin.

Your body arched and moved in perfect synchronicity with his, your pain and anxiety disappearing as he pulled you back to reality, his fingers ghosting and tracing your skin as you tumbled over the edge together.

He got up before you could gather your breath, cleaning the mess between your legs and checking your injuries before laying back down, arms around you in a protective vice.

“Don’t you ever leave me, darling,” he whispered in your ear. You smiled and kissed his shoulder, legs tangled as you whispered.

“Never.”

[lilac-hecox]

i remember some of those losers on twitter were implying/joking with their other loser friends that damien was trying to push the ship for his popularity sake (their ego and and how important they think their warped perspectives are to the creators they are fan of as an incular little community is laughable btw) because he dared to mention angela a couple times. (im not even gonna get into how infantalizing it is to be this protective over 30 something year old capable adult woman. but i guess you can only be infantalizing to men!! women dont count as adult humans capable of controling their own narrative i guess lol) or they would imply he was being weird and obsessed because god forbid he had something to say about his coworker he clearly values and likes a lot because she is talented and lovely (this is something only the parasocial angela stans on twitter can notice and appreciate not the people who know her real life!!! nope!!!) just like he does with his other coworkers/friends btw. he also mentions them when its in the right context. shocking concept! (i remember him mentioning how chanse gives good level-headed fashion advice and how gentle he is with it how erin/spencer are so funny etc etc on his streams but nobody is clipping that because it doesnt fit an anti-shipper or shipper narrative!) these are types of fanfics/headcannons a hardcore shipper would come up with btw, i always notice how hardcore shippers acts the same delusional ways with antishippers but with narratives shifted a little, jokingly or not. they are made from the cloth lmao. there are some stans that loove taking largely innocuous stuff like this to fit their narrative about what damiens true intentions are over every little normal human things he does because they are obsessed with their idea of him as this uniquely bad dude that i think actually reflects who THEY are on the inside :) just my humble little opinion/rant. i really dont think they are that important or have much power btw. just annoying and loud in their own community which goes away easily if you mute it/ignore it. which i did for a longtime but this weird shit they are doing sparked some hidden ire i guess lol, all fan spaces have weirdos like this. i have been in a kpop fandom before and its so funny how these people are doing the same stupid ship wars over a youtube/improve troop. im sure they also partake in similar fandoms before just like this. talking about biases being obsessed with lineups etc all are kpop standom language. its that type of behavior a fanship/parasocial relashiship driven mega industry cultivated spilling over every little micro fandom now. /this is just my weird theory that explains some of the off putting behaviors i've seen, in my experience at least.

It is wild to me just how much Damien is hated over there on smoshtwt, and people are attacked for stanning him. The same for the crazy amount of hate damangela gets as a ship.

I think it's unfortunate that damangela stuff cropped up after shourtney came out as married so people began suspecting that people shipped damien and Angela in the same way?

Also, admittedly, there is a lot of infantilizing of both Damien and Angela by their respective fans.

I think it really just needs to be an issue of blocking/muting antis like you said!

[ender1821]

re: shinyduo/gempearl being so not normal about each other after life series. other anon was so right why are they freaky.

pearl is definitely just as at fault imo. gem’s excellent at innuendos and tone of voice (“your red skin is my favorite~”) but pearl’s yes and filter falls apart in front of gem. the pickles a prime example, and the ren stream disaster wedding of course. she’s also very genuine and i love that for her. but that results in crazy lines like the “love you gem. always will. even if you dont want me, ill still be there.” TO STREAM WHEN GEM WASNT EVEN THERE.

and i need to mention the latest stream. Pearl “I only get asked if im gay when you’re in the picture” and how they both have to take a minute of silence to process that flejelejwkej. whose fault is that pearl? whose fault ?? to her credit she seems genuinely confused by the extent of her actions. the most damning evidence for her straightness i fear. rip gem though, she seems to be having fun anyway.

theyre both professionals and follow up in that stream with how the fandom will always play around with them as characters etc etc. good communication, very healthy, good for them. but this post is about why they graduated from shenanigans and innuendos to 2 hours of fanservice and it doesn’t even feel intentional half the time.

as for next life series, i would be shocked if they didn’t keep up this befuddling yuri bit. theyve mentioned seeing all the tierlist maker dream team posts and pearl had to ask her chat “OTHER than gem, who should I team with” so theyre well aware demand is there. theyre fantastic as enemies and well aware of that, but they could get some scarian level drama by teaming together, and i dont say that lightly. since pearl keeps stalling pvp on hermitcraft, theyre never getting that 1v1 without cosmic intervention or a declaration of love 😭

rambling now. love to hear your thoughts xoxo

yippee i love anon rambles!!! im glad we’re all unwell

im NOT gonna go on another rant about the life series alliance situation because as i’ve just demonstrated yesterday i can literally rant. for hours. and we don’t need that lmao. at this point whether or not they team up in the next one SOMETHING will happen. i have that much faith in them. they’re bound to run into each other and do something and that’s the shiny duo connection speaking god bless

like the other anon said, i do think they can work with just about any dynamic and it’ll be insanity-inducing either way. one of my favourite things about them just as a pairing (in any context, platonic, romantic, etc.) is just the way they will drift towards one another, to be linked in a way that’s indescribable, to always carry a piece of each other with themselves wherever they wander because the influence they’ve had on the other is irrefutable— and okay yeah they’re getting way too freaky about it get out of my fan fiction-esque rant. what are you doing here. why are you like this. what. like there’s something going on when what they’re getting up to creeps more and more into being what i usually read in fics. i. hello???

i really, really want to give them the benefit of the doubt. okay. listen. for every mention of feet and poking at pearl’s straightness, there’s a chat message behind it that warranted it, i’m sure. this isn’t the post to be getting into how fans are with cc boundaries and how we’re STILL bad at figuring our tags out, but i feel like this discussion eventually HAS to touch on the fact that it’s been made clear that they don’t want to see shipping stuff, and bringing it up in chat crosses that boundary just as well. i think they’ve handled it well in acknowledging that they’re aware it’s for their characters, drawing clear lines between what they’re comfortable with and what they’re not, etc. i think just the muddled lines from people continuously bringing stuff from a fandom space up to a cc contributes a lot to why we got. whatever happened on that wednesday stream. honestly, from these instances on stream i think it’s been shown that they just find this stuff amusing, and good for them, y’know? still doesn’t mean we should be regularly poking them about ships and. well. i dunno. literally bringing it up in chat?

but still. BUT STILL. god the ways they “yes, and” each other just keep getting worse. stuff like the pickles and the wedding (and the SL ep 4 ender dragon fight! still one of the most baffling “yes, and”s i’ve ever seen from them, i swear to god) were almost completely just them. that was just them. there’s no blaming chat for gem saying “wait, i don’t have a beard” right after pearl rejects ren for having a beard, and CERTAINLY NOBODY ELSE TO BLAME when pearl takes that and literally proposes to her. that was all them. and why. girl. huh??? i do believe, at least to some extent, that pearl is oblivious to the implications of what she does/says. but that only goes so far. sorry man i can only give so much benefit of the doubt for like 2-3 streams of 2 hour fan service. good lord

i was texting a friend who isn’t into mcyt about this whole. thing. and the way i described it was: imagine being a gempearl shipper, and you’re enjoying life, driving this train with fanfics and fanart and everything’s all good… and then for some reason gem and pearl jump on the train, hijack the conductor seat and starts directing the train elsewhere. nearing the end of that stream i was questioning my life and screaming for a way off this train. that’s how it felt to me. of course i’m exaggerating but like. genuinely how did we get here

[scary-friend]

My mom has NPD, and I have NPD.

When my mom was a kid her mother was incredibly distant and didn’t want her to get attached to her.

Why?

Because she had breast cancer, any day she could be gone and she never got close to my mom as a result.

She insisted my mom always had to look perfect, never allowed to leave without makeup, she never comforted my mom when she was sick/very hurt, and you wanna know something? None of this was told to me by my mom. This is all coming from things my dad has told me.

When my mom brings up stories of her mother she’s always smiling and reminiscing about the women who raised her. She laughs about times she was hurt and her mom brushes it off because it’s just how it was. It made her tough and she loved her mom so much.

Her mom passed when she was 21. And after that she had a rather complicated life with relationships.

I don’t believe anything my dad told me about my grandma I never met. He never met her. And frankly, I don’t think he has the best intentions when he tells me those things.

Often when people talk about being raised by narcissists, they always talk about their trauma with abusive parents. But often it’s unlikely that the parents are even narcissist to begin with. They just use it as a label for bad people.

My mom’s not perfect, growing up she ignored me a lot because she’s just following with her mom would do. She just focused on herself. And it did hurt because I wanted my mom to love me as much as I loved her. Growing up now, I think my mom just doesn’t know how to take care of kids. Her household wasn’t perfect either growing up. It was very messy. Over time as I grew older It’s like she finally learned to let me in. As though before she was afraid that I would get too attached and then she wouldn’t be here anymore.

I love my Mom so much, she has problems managing her anger, but she always lets go. She apologizes without words. She buys me my favorite snacks or gets me trinkets I love. And for the first time in years, she started saying “I love you” back when I would say it.

Stuff like that is just hard for her because it’s not something she grew up with. My mom is the way she is because of how her parents raised her. she was distant when I was young because that’s what was normal. But now that I’m an adult, my mom hugs me, she checks on me to make sure I’m okay, she wants me to be comfortable in my skin, she makes it clear that she just wants me to be happy.

I’m just so tired of people using NPD as a scapegoat to call people terrible. Because my mom has made mistakes, but those mistakes don’t make her a bad person.

There’s a reason I chose my mom over my dad, and that’s because my mom loves me, would choose my happiness in a heartbeat.

My dad made it clear who he cares about more, but he still acts like my mom is the problem. She’s not manipulating me, she just knows how I am and that I can’t handle being alone. My mom knew for a long time that I probably wouldn’t be able to be independent, and that I’d need to be with her for most of my life. And she didn’t care. She’s made her life the way it is to care for me.

My dad just wants me to be a copy of my sister, and gets frustrated when I’m not.

My mom isn’t some monster manipulating me into being helpless dad.

I have chronic fatigue and pain that makes it so I can’t function well without help. Mom is taking care of me because she wants what’s best for me.

Stop saying she’s “broken.”

Because if her NPD makes her “broken,” then so am I.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go give my mom a hug.

[jaempanini]

☆ I fucking hate pasta

Jeno x Reader

Notes: established relationship and stuff whatever whatever I made this in like an hour please don't execute me from tumblr

Synopsis: You make pasta often, because you know that it's one of Jeno's favourite foods. Jeno never complains when you make him pasta, because he knows you love it. Plot twist: you both hate that shit 😔

Word count: 1.2k

You gently cut up the basil for the pasta sauce as a pot with water slowly begins to boil. You aren't sure when exactly you'd started cooking for Jeno, but what you do know is that you absolutely adore doing it. Jeno is always super appreciative, and nothing makes you happier than seeing his excitement whenever you place a plate of food down in front of him.

In fact, cooking for Jeno might be one of your favourite activities.

The only part that you can confidently say you despise about it, is that Jeno loves pasta. Not only does he love it, he is obsessed with it. Now, any other food would be okay, you aren't that picky. But pasta? Oh, you hate pasta. And it's heartbreaking, because you want to like it, you want to enjoy it with Jeno, but you just can't. You've tried, oh you've fucking tried alright, and you've concluded that pasta might be the worst food to ever grace this earth.

So almost every other evening you have to sit across from Jeno and miserably stuff your mouth with pasta and pretend that you aren't on the verge of tears. Romantic!

The water starts to boil, and your heart sits heavy in your chest as you salt it and then pour the pasta in, mixing it so that it doesn't stick to the bottom of the pot.

Just as you put the spoon down, you hear your front door unlock, and your brain reminds you that Jeno just came back from the gym, so it's most likely that he'll be extra hungry.

You turn around just as he stops in front of the kitchen entrance. He smiles at you and then his eyes briefly flit to the pot behind you. An unreadable expression settles on his face. "Pasta again?" he asks, looking at you curiously.

You nod, giggle and walk over to him, throwing your arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him. Jeno's hands instinctively find your waist, and he gently presses you closer to him. As you break apart, you move one of your hands to cup his cheek. Then, with all the sweetness in the world, you say, "You smell terrible. Please take a shower."

Jeno gasps in mock-offense and pulls you closer to him, to which you whine and playfully hit his chest. "Come oooon, you know damn well you don't smell like fresh flowers after the gym, go and shower!"

Jeno finally lets go of you and steps away. You immediately miss his touch, but you decide that this is for the greater good. The gym scent lowkey gives you toxic gas vibes.

"Fine," Jeno sulks, "but don't start eating dinner without me!"

"Wouldn't dream of it." You reply, and you know it's true, because if you were alone there'd be no way you would ever even think of putting pasta in your mouth.

Jeno kisses you on the cheek, before finally leaving to go take a shower.

You sigh, look back at the pot of pasta, and understand that you have to face your biggest enemy once again. For the sake of Jeno.

Jeno stands in the bathroom, leaning against the sink. The mirror is fogged up from the steam, and Jeno fights the urge to wipe it with his hand. He knows you hate the marks it leaves.

His phone is laying on the counter and his messages with Renjun are on the screen. Jeno reads over them at least ten times, particularly over Renjuns last text. "Jeno, you KNOW you don't like pasta, and you KNOW that Yn loves you. She would drop the pasta in a second if you told her you don't like it. Communication is important in these situations."

Jeno thinks about it. He's never really liked pasta. In fact, if he had to choose his least favourite food, it would probably be pasta. But he'd also hate seeing your upset expression if he told you he doesn't like it.

But Renjun is right. Communication is important, and Jeno knows you love him. Plus, if you get upset, he can always just say that it's a joke. Even if that'd mean eating pasta for the rest of his life.

When Jeno comes back to the kitchen, you've already set the table. Both of you sit down.

You nervously start to pick at your food, occasionally picking a piece of pasta up and putting it in your mouth. Every time you do, it feels like you're somehow demeaning yourself.

Jeno, across from you, also slowly starts to eat the pasta, washing each bite down with water.

Approximately five minutes pass before Jeno clears his throat. You look up at him, and he starts rambling.

"Yn... I- listen, I know that you really, really like pasta, and I'm grateful that you cook it for me so much, but I have to be honest... I don't really like it? By it I mean the pasta— I'm sorry, I didn't want to lie, but I knew how much you liked it, and I just didn't want you to be sad, because I know that you really like sharing your favourite things with me, and what sort of boyfriend would I be if I didn't like it too? A terrible one! Yn, I'm sorry, please don't break up with me, I love you, and I love your cooking— it's not you, it's the pasta. The pasta is torturing me every evening. I love being with you so much, but then I look down at my plate, and the fucking pasta is looking back at me."

You stare at him. Jeno visibly panics.

"I swear, you're the best thing to happen to me, but that pasta is the worst thing to happen to me. Every time I put pasta in my mouth an angel loses its wings. Every time it enters my digestive tract I feel my soul die a little. Also, pasta causes constipation!" Jeno finishes his ramble loudly.

You slowly put your fork down and sit up straight. Jeno prepares for the worst.

"So you're telling me..." You start, "... that you don't even like pasta?"

"I-I'm sorry... I... I don't..." Jeno hangs his head in shame.

"So you're telling me..." You continue, "... that I've been cooking pasta for nothing?"

Jeno immediately looks up at you and furrows his eyebrows. "What? No! You like pasta. You cook it because it's your favourite dish!"

You shake your head at him. "Nuh uh it's not! I cook it because it's YOUR favourite dish!"

Jeno stands up. "No! You LOVE pasta!"

You point at him and also stand up. "No, YOU love pasta!"

You both stare at each other before realisation dawns on you. Oh, fuck.

"Jeno... did you think I was making pasta because I like it?"

Jeno slowly shrugs and then asks, "Did... did you think I was eating it because I like it?"

"Yeah... I thought you loved pasta..."

"I don't really like pasta at all... Do you love pasta?"

"I fucking hate pasta."

"So, you're telling me that we've been eating pasta this whole time, thinking that the other one likes it?"

You sit down and whine, covering your face with your hands. "We are such dumbasses." You groan.

You hear Jeno giggle, and all of a sudden he's giving the top of your head a kiss. As you look up, you see him leaning back and also sitting down. "Do you wanna order Chinese?" He asks, looking up at you expectedly. You nod, and give a sigh of relief.

Pasta may have won the battle, but you've won the war.

Notes: I pooped this outta my ass😍 if it sucks dont come for me im a poor village boy trying to feed my 15 siblings by selling hay at the farmers market and cleaning shoes... writing is just this poor village boys hobby 😔 LISTEN IM FALLING OFF MY GAME I DONT EVEN KNOW ENGLISH!!!! THIS POOR VILLAGE BOY LIVES IN AN ABANDONED SHACK IN SIBERA!!!! I MINE COAL EVERY OTHER DAY AND SELL IT FOR PENNIES!!!!!!!!

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Love is Happiness (Tuva Hansen/Lena Oberdorf/Lea Schüller)

Warnings: migraines, mentions of throwing up

Summary: Lea isn't feeling very well cause she has a migraine and her two favorite brunettes make sure to take very good care of her.

Lea did regret going to practice today even after both of her girlfriends told her it was okay to stay home since she looked quite pale. But the blonde insisted on going and that the air would make her feel better. Spoiler Alert! It didn't help at all. It made things worse. She almost fainted after they practiced Corners and she did a Header. It got in but she also felt like her head was about to fall off, her vision was really blurry and she was starting to walk wobbly. That didn't go unoticed by the Team and especially not Lena & Tuva.

Lea was close to crying and fainting from the pain but Tuva quickly catched her, holding her up. "Lea! Babe that's it i am taking you home." she told her, picking up the blonde to carry her. Lena was next to them quite fast as well. "Let me grab our stuff while you get her to the car, Love?" Lena suggested gently. Carefully Kissing Lea's forhead before Kissing Tuvas. "Alright." The Team sent them Home with 'well wishes' for Lea.

Tuva helped her blonde girlfriend into the Backseat of her car. Kissing her forehead. "It will be okay love." She whispered out. "It hurts alot." Lea breathed out, fresh tears followed that revelation. She gently grabbed onto Tuvas hand. "Sit with me, lovely?" Lea almost begged so the brunette ended up in the backseat with her. Not that she didn't have planned on sitting next to Lea anyways . Tuva held the blonde carefully in the arms. "Close your eyes, beautiful. I am here! Get some rest!" Lea didn't need to be told twice and fell asleep, leaning against Tuva. Lena drove them home in Tuvas car.

When they reached their home, Lena scooped a sleeping Lea into her arms while Tuva opened the front foor for her girlfriends. Lena was being very careful not to wake Lea. Lying her down in their shared bed. Taking the Blondes shoes off and then her own. Lena & Tuva laid down on each side of them. They cuddled her close. Letting her sleep. Both Tuva & Lena stayed awake. Cause they wanted to be there when Lea needed something. It broke their Hearts to hear the blonde whimper in her sleep.

It took like an hour before she woke up and felt so sick that Tuva and Lena both helped her to the bathroom just in time because she had to throw up quite alot. Lena held back the blondes hair while Tuva was rubbing her back gently. "It's okay love, we got you!" Lena whispered out. Making sure to speak in a very gentle volume because she knew how much loud noises made things worse for her girlfriend. "Thank you, to both of you." She breathed out and leaned against them after she was done vomiting. Lea was hiding her face in Tuvas arm while grabbing a hold of Lenas hand. Squeezing it gently. "You don't have to thank us. We would do anything for you!" Tuva replied. "Tuvi is right, we would do whatever it takes to make you happy." Lena told her. "I am happy. Cause Love is Happiness and the two of you have so much love to give!" Lea explained, her voice still weak but full of Love as well, she meant what she said.

After helping Lea up from the floor and helping her brush her teeth Lena helped her back to bed while Tuva made a tea for Lea to help her with her upset stomach. Later on Lea was taking a bath and took another round of her migraine medication. She was starting to feel alot better a few hours later, thanks to her two amazing girlfriends.

The next day she could even go back to Training but she had to promise both Lena & Tuva that she would tell them when she wasn't feeling well and not wait until her migraine was in full swing again.

(If you want to read more about these three together let me know.)

[knit-happens]

Some mushroom socks!🍄🧦My best friend sent me a Finnish knitting pattern she found on pinterest which I google translated. The things I do for people 💖

Pattern

[Image description: a pair of knitted mushroom patterned knee length socks. They have green cuffs, 5 rows of different shaped mushrooms in different colour combinations of brown, light beige and yellow, 2 rows of green leaves between the mushrooms and 4 rows of green leaves on top of the feet. The background colour of the socks is charcoal grey. The first image has the socks layed flat and the second image has the socks on feet. End ID]