#i really hope i don’t regret this

[lovingldsconvert]

in case anyone was wondering about the non-conservative boy i met on mutual in november we moved to instagram in december for texting and we are going to call for the second time on monday (the holidays were busy for both of us lol)

you know what maybe love IS real and maybe it IS mutual

[bambinafangirls]

matthew lawrence 💕

[stormspecter]

Help me get to my top surgery in February 2025!

Note: I am raising funds for the transportation only. At this time, the surgery is fully covered by insurance.

Hello! I am a multiply disabled trans person in my mid 20s. I need help getting a ride to and from my top surgery, which is scheduled in February 2025. I do not have a car and there is no one in my life who is both willing and able to give me a ride. This is an ongoing problem which delayed my surgery for years, and already forced me to cancel my previous date last year.

This is especially important because at the moment, I may be running out of time to have this covered by Medicaid due to current events in the USA. As I have been waiting for over 10 years now and developed additional health problems because of it, I need this done and cannot wait potentially years longer.

Regarding how I will use the funds, I have concluded that about $300 USD will be more than enough to cover an Uber trip both ways on the day of surgery. (Pre-op and post-op appointments will take place at a clinic closer to where I live, so those should be covered by taxi rides through my insurance.) Any remaining funds will be used for recovery supplies, as I will need to be recovering on quite a slim budget.

Anything at all is deeply appreciated! I know that many people are struggling right now, so thank you so much for reading. Please feel free to ask for any further information or details, I'd be happy to share. I just don’t want to make this too much longer.

$0 / $300

vnmo: hawberry25

cshapp: hawberry25

Ko-fi: Reynia

[little-eldritch-gremlin]

Posting this as well since Aromantic Awareness week has started

Aro Finch you live on in my heart forever 🫶🏼

[danielnelsen]

ok prediction time

(it’s my first time playing bg3, i know nothing about the plot; DO NOT SPOIL ANYTHING FOR ME. currently im at moonrise towers and the extent of gale’s plot is that he’s been stabilised by elminster and has also just made the shadow lantern. shoutout to astarion for being the only one not to tell me that was a bad idea, that’s when you know you’re making good life choices)

so what i’m getting from this is that the big moral choice in gale’s story is gonna be to get forgiveness and acceptance from mystra (presumably before/without using the orb) vs embracing his own ambitions and, having a vague idea of the intensity of some of the endings, possibly going way off the deep end with that

while i don’t know the full story for other companions, im feeling like gale was probably the best choice for me in terms of playing an origin because im an extreme completionist and im going to get sage inspiration points all over the place, but im also going to push *everything*. i want to follow every potentiality to its end, make dodgy deals, play all sides, etc.

and surface-level that sounds good for playing as astarion (definitely getting a lot of charlatan inspiration), but what it really means is that i get a lot of approval from astarion and also i feel like it’s gonna affect the way gale’s story ends a lot more. gonna try not to go too far off the deep end but it’s gonna be pretty tempting lmao. i’ll just keep downing these tadpoles and ‘trusting’ my hot dream guy. nothing can possibly go wrong!

[camgoloud]

you ever just. become overwhelmed by a sudden out-of-nowhere wave of tenderness and affection and longing for reconnection directed towards someone to whom you no longer speak for Very Good Reasons

[theartistichuman]

Listening to Malevolent for the first time. Here’s my review so far: hot.

[xyztrio721]

I read Chuggaaconroy’s statement today.

It’s a lot to process, to say the least, but… I think the best way to summarize it is that Emile did indeed fuck up. Multiple times in fact. But it seems like he was kind of a victim in his own right at places.

I don’t know if I’m going to resubscribe to him for the time being, nor do I know if I’ll add TheRunawayGuys back to my fandom list. All I will say that I feel bad for everyone mentioned in the document, as well as Emile himself. Everyone suffered in their own way, and I hope they can all heal and move on.

[yourprettyboibutch]

Sooooooooooooooo it was 150 qns yk

Found a lot that I'd like to ask you

Feel free to answer how many ever you want to :))

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

15. What good thing happened this summer?

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

22. Where would you like to travel?

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

38. Describe your dream girl

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

56. Favourite colour?

57. Favourite food?

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

76. What colour is your underwear?

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

118. Do you like Chinese food?

119. Favourite book?

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

122. Is cheating ever okay?

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

125. Do you believe in true love?

128. Would you change your name?

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

145. Tea or Coffee?

148. What’s your favourite quote?

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what's the first line?

Damn girl this is a homework 😂 but I will try to answer them all

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Femme lesbians or feminine looking bisexual women

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “Done, ordered” (I ordered a few things for my best friend)

15. What good thing happened this summer? Literally nothing, I was mostly depressed. But I did end up finding a good connection online, and I was given a handwritten letter for the first time so that was pretty special.

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Oh yes, definitely. I want an alien best friend🧸

22. Where would you like to travel? Honestly, I kind of want to go back to Paris or Switzerland. But, LA, Texas, Germany, Amsterdam, Barcelona, Antarctica sound pretty good too.

34. Do you play sports? What sports? I used to play Volleyball as a kid. I was the school captain🧸

38. Describe your dream girl I have already answered this

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Never bottom of the ocean. I would cry. Outer space so I can collect moon rocks

56. Favourite colour? Blue

57. Favourite food? Burgers or fried chicken

60. Ever won a competition? For what? Public speaking competition when I was 9 years old🧸

76. What colour is your underwear? I am wearing boxers with hot sauce printed on it

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Chocolate

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? I don’t think I have tried it🧍🏽

118. Do you like Chinese food? Yes, I do. I like Chinese and Indo Chinese food.

119. Favourite book? I used to be obsessed with the goosebumps series as a kid. Don’t read anymore

120. Are you afraid of the dark? No

122. Is cheating ever okay? Never ever ever okay.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? No, I purposely get them dirty. Dirty white shoes give character.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? I did when it happened to me. But she cheated on me and I realized it wasn’t love at first sight, it was just delusion. So no, now I don’t.

125. Do you believe in true love? Yes, I do.

128. Would you change your name? Nope, I like my name

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I am pretty sure people won’t have the patience to read through this so I can get this off my chest without being too embarrassed. I once told my science teacher in the 3rd grade that Neil Armstrong’s great great grandson came to my grandparents shop and told us about how the brakes failed in his rocket and he saw god. Please, don’t bully me for this. I was a religious kid who was obsessed with space.

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Doors closed

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Dark

145. Tea or Coffee? Coffee ftw

148. What's your favourite quote? I'm not a religious person but I do sometimes think God made you for me.

149. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what's the first line? Karma means that you can change your destiny, not simply be ruled by it.

[callmewishful]

Woke up thinking about dilfs today. Here’s the results of the days work:

It’s no secret that Lambert’s political ideas were…ambitious. And that’s not a bad thing - I think he really wanted to better Faerghus and that his policies were truly for the good of his people.

However, it is also no secret that the western lords were…hesitant. And it’s also no secret that Rodrigue knew this and worried about it more than Lambert did.

So how much time do y’all think Rodrigue spent chasing after Lambert trying to rein him in?

And thus, how much time do you think Matthias spent holding down eastern Faerghus while Lambert charged towards a new future and Rodrigue tried to temper him? How much time did he spend helping in territories so Rodrigue could spend time in Fhirdiad trying to tell Lambert to ease into things instead of charging into them head first? (And this is absolutely no hate to Papa Roddy - I love him and he’s such a good guy and believe me when I say he was doing the Goddess’s work trying to keep Lambert from charging off a cliff; he had decisions to make for the good of Faerghus too and this was one of them)

Rodrigue and Matthias play those roles in Houses though; Rodrigue goes in search of Dimitri while Matthias holds down the fort. To me it doesn’t seem far off that the same thing was true earlier in life.

In addition to that, we know there were two plagues in Faerghus - one Matthias sent his wife up north for and one that killed Dimitri’s mother. We know they had the large Sreng campaign where Rodrigue saved Lambert, that Matthias had Leif for a while, that Duscur occurred, and that Faerghus was utterly destroyed afterwards….

We know Matthias is a margrave before anything else, for better or worse depending on perspective (mostly worse than better). But how many times do you think duty took Matthias away from the boys? How many times did he look up and yet another day was long gone? How many times did he sacrifice today in hopes for a better tomorrow?

I’ve never said Matthias is winning any awards for his parenting, but I often wonder how things like this played a part in it.

[manicpanicpixienightmare]

They’re almost cute enough to compensate for how much they roll in poop. Almost.

[azrielthedrawer]

So… my impulsive thoughts won and… this is self explanatory, right?

[coconut530]

Bump in the Night & Sleeptober Day 21: Black Dog & Room Below

[romantically-yours]

YALL A GIRL BOUGHT ME A DRINK YESTERDAY AND I GOT HER NUMBER!!!!

[concreteburialplot]

VIRALITY // 01

01 - Business Offer

summary/masterlist: here

word count: 1.6k

pairing: noah sebastian x fem!oc / nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc

crossposted on: ao3 & wattpad

a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

VALLIE

I sat in a random white conference room for a meeting I'd been invited to with a potential client. The email I received came from the record label itself and specifically stated it would be a "strictly need-to-know basis" – so need to know that I didn't even know whom I was meeting.

Since my recent success with a chart-topping heartthrob, these meetings had gotten quite frequent. Though, not one had enticed me enough to take them on.

While I tapped my fingers on the glossy white table-top there was a bustle of male voices booming from down the hall, approaching the door. Instant disappointment fluttered in my chest - I wanted to take on a female client. I hadn't gotten the chance to really look over the label's roster to see whom they could possibly try to pair me with, but I sure was regretting it now.

Suddenly, the door opened, pouring in a flood of suit-and-tie businessmen followed by what I could only presume to be the talent; four tall, skinny men. Three with long past-shoulder length hair and one with slicked back short hair, all four adorned with ample tattoos. The last one to walk in had medium brown hair and tattoos trailing all the way up to his jawline. His fingers were wrapped in thick metal rings and his wrists with beaded bracelets. All four were in far from business attire; each with some variation of band tees, some with sleeves, some without and black jeans across the board. For a second I wondered if maybe they'd gotten me mixed up with somebody else.

I knew immediately what my answer would be before anyone said a word.

"Good evening Valerie." The most intimidating executive said as the rest took their seats around the rectangular table. Men like him used to intimidate me but it's amazing how success changes the way men treat you. Money is a powerful thing to hold in front of someone who wants it. The salt-and-pepper-haired man held out his hand, "I'm Richard Callahan, we spoke on the phone?"

"You can call me Vallie, or Val." I gave a tight-lipped smile and shook his hand, "Nice to meet you."

Richard gave me that ever identical overly enthusiastic smile that every businessman has before any big presentation. "This is my associate, Anthony." Pointing to another cookie-cutter executive, then gesturing towards the other four. "And this is the band, Bad Omens." Finally introducing the mystery men that had plopped into the office chairs at the head of the table opposite from me. "This is Jolly and Nicholas, the guitarists." Pointing to the other two long haired men. "Nick, drums." Motioning towards the slicked-back hair one. "And of course, this is Noah, the front man." The brunette man, whom I had already assumed to be the lead singer, propped his leather booted feet on the table. All of the men gave me a small nice-to-meet-you wave, except Noah.

Richard gave a nervous laugh, "Oh don't mind Noah." He waved away his actions, "He's just dramatic."

"Nice to meet you." I said professionally even though I was disgusted with his tactless act. Before the business brigade could speak again, "What kind of music do you make?" Speaking directly to the evidently pompous musician who hadn't even looked at me.

Chocolate brown eyes lined with thick lashes snapped up at me for the first time, "Metal." He said shortly. His voice was deeper than I anticipated it being.

"Uh - Rock." Richard clarified with a slightly anxious smile, "They're a rock band." Evidently trying to water down the genre for your regular wheelhouse.

"I'm sorry Richard, but I just don't represent 'rock' stars." I said curtly, closing the portfolio I'd brought.

He let out a sigh, lightly gripping the back of the tucked-in leather chair he stood behind, "Yes, we're aware. However, this could be a unique opportunity for you."

I raised my brows and picked up one of the various branded pens on the table, "Oh yeah? And what would that be?" Dragging my fingertips along the smooth generic plastic pen; the action could seem intimidating, but really it was just me fidgeting.

"Well, you see, Bad Omen's previous manager... quit." Your brows knitted at his careful wording. "Just after he left, the band started to go viral on Tiktok."

There it was, the magic word. The magic – money – word. It was like I was in a completely different meeting with different lenses on my eyes. Now that I was seeing things more clearly, I noticed a quite odd energy in the room, a sort of... tension? confliction?

I cleared my throat and intertwined my fingers on the table, "Now that's all fine and good, but anyone can go viral."

"Here's the thing," Anthony spoke up, spreading his olive-toned fingers out on the tabletop. "They went viral just days before they announced a new tour." My brow peaked in interest indicating for him to continue. "The tour sold out within minutes."

I tapped the plastic pen into my palm processing the words when Richard interjected again, "We had to book new bigger venues. We've upgraded nearly every venue."

"Uh huh..." I hummed watching the pen roll between my fingers taking in the details. "And why me?" Looking back up at Richard. "I know there are various publicists and marketing managers out there for alternative artists."

"Great question!" And the businessman's smile returned, "We want to-"

"They wanna sell us out." A raspy voice snapped from the long-haired singer.

Richard gave a nervous chuckle waving away his words, replacing them with business jargon, "We want to position the band to be the new 'mainstream rock band'."

"Uh...Huh..." My gaze landed on each pair of eyes looking at me, attempting to piece together the bizarre puzzle in front of me.

"We don't want to sell out." Spoke up the darker-haired guitarist, Nicholas. "We wanna be successful, of course, but we're okay with staying small if it means we don't sell out. If we can stay genuine."

While it presented a good challenge, it had been a while since a true rock band was on the radio stations. Trying to make rock mainstream was almost always fruitless, it just never happens the way it's intended. Especially metal, if this really was a metal band, it would be nearly impossible to do.

"I'm not trying to make it big." The lead dropped his booted feet off the table and to the ground with a heavy thud, "I'm just trying to make music that means something to people. I just wanna make music and perform, that's all."

"But you signed a contract no?" I spoke up from across the table, resulting in every face turning to me. The managers' expressions were surprised and excited but the musicians' not so much. "Contract" seemed to always be a dirty word in these sorts of meetings.

"Yes, exactly!" Richard praised me with enthusiastic hands, "They signed a multi-year contract with us." The energy between the managers and the band was intriguing, it was almost like they were scared of the band. Maybe their power or their fans? Or maybe their volatile reactions. But it was odd, nothing I'd ever seen before. These big-wig executive types typically aren't scared of anything, let alone 4 twenty-something-year-old boys. Perhaps they were just trying to break even on a bad investment. Whatever it was, it was something I wasn't seeing yet.

"That bastard signed the contract for us." Snapped Noah, dropping a concrete fist on the table reverberating the thump across the small conference room. I backed up at the loud slam as fear briefly trickled down my spine.

"I told you, it doesn't matter. He still made us put our signatures on the paper." Jolly tried to ration, his voice had a bit of an accent I couldn't quite place. Though, it was clear that he was the more even-tempered and logical one – maybe slightly older?

"Shut up Jolly." The talent retorted, waving away his reasoning, "We don't need another goddamn manager. We've done just fine handling ourselves."

"You know I'm not a full manager, right? I'm a marketing manager and I can handle some publicity, but I'm not a sheep herder." I peeked a brow at the men, my eyes following them each down the line.

"Yes, we will take over any management duties you can't fulfil. We just need you to bring people to them and keep the fans happy."

The sight before me was quite telling of what trying to manage and publicize this band would look like, that combined with the low probability of achieving their lofty goals didn't seem at all enticing, nonetheless lucrative. I got lucky with my current client who was an absolute joy to be around and direct but this – this just seemed like a giant headache.

"Listen, Richard," Making it a point to address him directly, "I just don't think I am the right fit for this...project."

"Just one concert." Anthony spoke up from the background, "They have a show tonight, just come hang out backstage. Watch the performance, watch the crowd, watch the merch sales. Then give us an answer."

My temple pulsed under my fingertips as they rolled in circles contemplating the overly forced pitch. Whether it was the eyes boring into me, the circumstances of their virality, the challenge, or all of the above, I didn't know – but I agreed. "Fine. One show. That's it."

-> Next Chp: 02 - Small Venues

thank you if you got this far! i didn’t see many bad omens fics, so i wanted to contribute.

i write for other fandoms so i just used the same format as i do for them 😊