#i shouldnt be allowed to think in bed

[0multifandomweirdo0]

Sometimes, I'm just worried that Rayla can save just souls of her beloved because it's too late for them

[ganondoodle]

everyones more than welcome to send me asks about stuff* btw, i know i havent been that good in answering, but i think thats largely bc i always want to do too much, like .. drawing entire character design sheets and everything and then never having the energy or motivation for it so it sits around like all of my hundreds of wips i never finished bc i lost energy/motivation, waiting for it to come back .. which might never happen (and i still dont know how to handle compliments ,, i might never will tbh- if i havent answered a compliment its very very likely i dont know how to properly convey my gratitude- feeling like theres no amount of things i can do or say to 'pay back'? ... kinda weird if you think about it .. but i am weird so what do i know jsklfnhsdk, i promise you i treasure it)

im pretty sure not everyone that sends an ask expects a drawing or multiple and pages long text right? thats my skewed perspective isnt it?

*stuff being like .. about my ocs, about my zelda comic, about the totk rewrite project, suggestions, ideas, rants too, kind of anything though im less likely to respond to personal things (and in case theres anyone newer to tumblr, asks dont have to be literal questions, you can write in those what you want, i like them alot bc its a lil message without the chat type of commitment to it ... im even worse at keeping up responding in chats (not intentionally .. my short term memory sucks) o3o)

[yikes-ajax]

Thinking about how deranged this thanksgiving was.

I hit a kid with my cane. I popped so many painkillers. I hit a kid with my cane again. I went black Friday shopping and came back only with things that weren't on sale. I hit that kid with my cane so hard in the shin he's gonna need a cane, too. I had a religious crisis. I threw my cane at that kid in the passenger seat because he said I don't need handicap parking. Some dude dressed in a really nice santa costume was just standing at the end of his driveway waving at cars and I barked violently at him. I fucking punched that kid. I spent more money on a dog than my family. I still bought that kid ice cream because I hate him but I hate the company I took the money from more. At some point I just fell asleep under the dinner table. I played Minecraft with that kid and he's a fucking loser. I had a whole therapy session in the car trauma dumping for the two hour drive home. I'm going to ruin that kids life I'm just too tired right now. It's been days and I still feel hungover. I didn't even drink.

Needless to say I think the spirit of doctor House possessed me for thanksgiving. Either way 10/10 would do again and Christmas is either gonna put me in jail or back on Lexapro

[bendgineer]

I think one of the reasons the Harris / Walz ticket has so much momentum is because the campaign is genuinely trying to put out this vibe of fun. Like that's all the "brat" thing is, the coconut jokes, just being kind of silly and fun.

And I think it's working, because let's be real, we are all exhausted. It's been all about preserving democracy, defeating fascism, the past eight years. The message has been "vote for us because the country is literally on the line". The vibes are not good when we are stuck back at that fight, and not even discussing trying to make progress on things like housing, healthcare, education, etc. And the fight to just stop fascism? All still true. Project 2025 is real and is extremely scary. We can't let that man back into office.

But the vibe was "vote for us otherwise we're all fucked :(" and now has shifted to "get in, we're making popcorn and then bullying fascists." Like a lot of the issues conservatives bring up, the Harris / Walz is just not engaging them in good faith, as they shouldn't. Republicans bring up abortion, and some of the Dems are just like, "you want 14 year old to give birth? Weirdo" and just leave it at that. Like YES, that's what you should do. Because it SHOULDNT be a debate. And it's working. This is how you defeat the identity politics thing Republicans have been trying to push for a while. Just mocking them for the stupidity of it all. "Like seriously? You think a book can make someone gay??? Hahaha." None of the Republicans are reacting well. They can't stand it. Vance even complained about bullying!!! Like do you KNOW who picked you as vp??? It's actually laughable, because they have no room to stand on when it comes to bullying.

And a huge part of the mocking and dismissing of Republicans is that the message is clear - we are done debating all this stupid stuff. We've won the last two elections' popular vote - most Americans do NOT want christo-facism. It's time to move on. And that's what gives me hope, and the feeling of hope I think a lot of people have picked up on. It's time to address all the issues we've all wished we've been addressing the past decade. It's important we move onto that, and that's the message I'm getting from this campaign (We're not going back). I think it will resonate with a lot of people, because plainly, we're all just sick of this same old news cycle and fake rage bait over things like "should women have rights?", "Should gay people be allowed to exist?" The general populace have answered YES to both these multiple times, and it is time to move on. Maybe I'm being naive, but I am genuinely excited at the idea of putting to bed these debates (it's exhausting trying to fend someone's very existence ) and moving on to actual economic and social policies that could fix a lot of deterioration over the last 2 decades.

[vxlentinescookies]

Ajax listen,,,,listen to me Ajax-

Self Aware AU, where the cookies come to the player's/reader's world. Pick whichever characters you wanna include, I just need to see this 🙏

→ ❛Part of your world❜

→ Characters ; Longan Dragon Cookie, Burning Spice Cookie, Shadow Milk Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie & Millennial Tree Cookie → Quote ; ❛❛If someone came to you and told you “One day you’ll have those who you love the most in the palm of your hand”, well… you never thought that’d become true, nor that it’d be a metaphor…❜❜ → Genre ; Headcanons/Drabble → A/N ; This took me a whole ass night to make and 2500+ words to finish, I hope you like it /lh

Longan Dragon Cookie

“How quaint… to believe someone like you lives in such a… small place”

Having Longan Dragon in your home was… curious to say the least. Not something you expected, yet here you were, with a dragon looking at you as they squatted in your bedroom.

Longan would be hypercritical of the place you lived, noting things like “This looks cheap” or “Its far too small”

Despite that, Longan would be quite intrigued in your life, wanting to see how you worked or what you did, they’d follow you around when not sitting in your living room and meditating.

Nevertheless, they’re there for a reason, they’re with you for a reason, and they’ll make that reason known very, very soon.

It’d take Longan a few months, but eventually, they would come to sit by your side at the table, not sitting down on a chair but instead, sitting down by your side quite literally. They’d stare at you for long moments before finally leaning their head on your shoulder, the weight catching you off guard as you looked at them. 

“... I’ll make sure you live like you deserve one of these days” They’d say, and in that moment, you understood why there had been so many disappearances of delinquents and robbers nearby…

If you’re wondering what they’d do in your world, then…

One of the few favorite activities of Longan was to read, so much so, that you had to request books from the library more often than not, but with the way Longan was reading them… It had just been a few months, and yet this dragon had consumed almost all of your local library’s books.  So, when they finished reading most of your books, they’d chose to write them. And they’d write about what they saw, about everything they had seen around them, everything they had seen in this new world, and in some sense, it was intriguing to see how a dragon explored the new world they were in, the little things that werent intriguing to you were greatly important to them, in a way that got you even more intrigued by how they saw you.

“... You want to know how I see you?” They’d ask.

You knew fully well that you shouldnt expect much, after all, this was Longan Dragon we were talking about, they werent a kind dragon, they saw cookies as lesser beings, and humans now by extensions, but as you asked them that question, they’d only smile and pat your head softly.

“You’re the reason Im here… Of course I would think highly of you”

A genuine smile, it made your heart flutter as they spoke, a hand going to cup your chin in it.

“You’re interesting, perhaps, one of the most interesting things I’ve seen in this world.”

Besides writing, they’d follow you around and take note of everything you’d do… And by night, they’d curl by your side, taking most of the bed as they allow you to take rest in their chest, as they allow you to take rest in their breaths while their hands thread on your hair.

Burning Spice Cookie

“How intriguing…! Never would I have expected your home to be so… so… erm…”

Another one who seems to heavily judge your house, but also, another one who appears in your home kneeling because it is so small compared to him.

Either way, he gets eased into the ambient quite easily, his search for entertainment leading him to see through everything and all the world has to offer.

Until he… gets bored, again, because your world isnt as different from his (and in some sense, it is… actually… more boring than his old world…)

So, he moves to the next thing closest to him for entertainment!

“Little one, come here” 

He’d call forward to you once, looking at you with dark yet fiery eyes and an everlasting smile, though you knew this once it hid something, after all, despite him coming to your world for x or y reason, it involved you, it always involved you…

“Entertain me” Would be his words once you approached him, his smile becoming only more cryptic as you lifted an eyebrow at his voice. Entertain, him? In what sense or way would you be able to entertain someone akin to a god? 

Seeming to sense your doubt, Burning Spice would only come and hold you from your shirt, lifting you up before staring at you and then…

“Hahahah, you should’ve looked at your face, you really are an interesting one!”

If you’re wondering what he’d do in your world, then…

Besides seeking something for entertainment, Burning spice is in some sense able to somewhat pass through the crowd, and by that I mean he can somewhat pass as just a very tall human. Nonetheless, between choosing to hit the gym and sending you pictures, he’ll also follow you around, finding even the most monotonous tasks fairly entertaining if it has you in it. Its a weird combo, being outside with a dude in a hoodie and sweat pants following you around while doing groceries, or being in the metro and getting a fairly nice picture of him flexing for you. Burning spice is a menace…

“Aye, welcome home! I took care of some pesky people while you were gone… It was fun hearing their screams…”

…in far more ways than one.

Either way, you two also share a bed, its not like you have a choice with how clingy he can become when sleeping, pulling you in his arms in a heated hug (in the sense that he literally irradiates heat) while snoring loudly, you’ve gotten complaints from neighbors (if you live in an apartment), but somehow… they’ve… they’ve quieted down recently… However, when you ask Burning Spice, he just laughs it off.

Shadow Milk Cookie

“Woowee, what do we have here, sweetheart?”

Not as judgemental of your home, no, for once someone isnt as focused on where you live but…

He is focused on you, looking at you up and down, before hitting his head on the roof of your room, ouch!

He spends most of the days following you around though, using his magic to stay hidden from most people, so much that people may find you crazy for seeing you talk to… nothing!

Either way, much like the others, he’s there for a reason…

“Why Im here?”

You asked Shadow Milk once, after a good few months, what the jester had come to do in your own home. In fact, it perplexed you so much that when you asked him, the feeling seemed to be shared. It was… intriguing to say the least, but he’d only smile before clasping his hands together and saying in a song-esque tune.

“Becuase you’re sooooooooooo interesting, darlin! Just look at you, how could I NOT come here with you?”

Truth to be told, he saw you as who you really were, in some sense he saw you as someone who didnt fall for lies easily, he saw you as someone who saw beyond that and you were… interesting. You were a shot in the dark, and he just had, to have you near.

“You’re so silly, darlin, sososososo silly” He’d add in, patting your head softly as you only smiled and blushed slightly, even while knowing his smile and gaze hid a million of thoughts, and a million of even more ideas.

If you’re wondering what he’d do in your world, then…

When not reading around in your home, or following you to the library to read some books, he’d be looking over your shoulder, reading every single note, watching every single thing you do, it makes him curious, how someone so quaint has him wrapped around your finger. And yet, he cant help but smile at the idea of being just like that, wrapped around your finger in a sweet loving embrace.

He’d be the most romantic of the bunch, the one that makes it the most prominent that he’s there with you because he likes you, he dosent even hide it fully despite his jester-esque persona, he just cant hide it! So, when you ask him about what he was doing one day in the balcony of your apartment, he’d only turn and smile softly.

“Why, I'm recreating one of your world’s theatre plays!” He’d say, and you make a mental note to go to the theatre more often… “And you’ve come just in time, silly (y/n)! I need someone to play dearest Juliet!”

You add that it is a tragic love story, and he only brushes it off, adding in that “actors are actors, sweetheart, now come in and act!” so you do, and you have a fun time doing a monologue to a bunch of people who stay and watch, before claps fill the air.

And when time comes to bed, he’ll be the first to curl up in your bed, curl like a cat who welcomes you into his arms so sweetly, you feel the scent of milk, lactonic as it is, and for once you feel safe.

Timekeeper Cookie

“Well, look what we have here!”

To find Timekeeper in your home means to have done something either right or wrong. In your case, its right.

They’re very much curious about everything from the things you do on a daily basis to your home and how electronics work.

Still, and much like some others in this list, they become quickly bored about it, choosing to focus on you as main form of entertainment

Still, you can expect certain shenanigans to ensue.

It was late at night when it happened, just as you were playing when a portal opened and dragged you inside of it. You were scared shitless that much is true but, when you saw the person who dragged you in, you simply could sigh in slight annoyance.

“What? Cant I drag my favorite person in for some fun?” They’d say with that ever present smile, Timekeeper chuckling as she smiled widely at you, before noticing… “Oh, right, it is night where you’re from, guess I took you out at the wrong time!”

You huffed and yawned, before sitting up and looking at your phone… Right, it didnt exactly work when in time rifts, but then again that raised the question, why did they bring you here to begin with? As if being presented with the question loud and clear, they’d clear her throat and speak yet again.

“I simply wanted to see you, nothing wrong with that now?” They’d say quite mischievously, picking you up and bringing you into her lap “Go on, lets- Hm?”

You’d fall asleep into her arms as soon as she picked you up, your calm quiet face being shown to her as you were held in her arms. Well, guess fun had to wait.

If you’re wondering what they’d do in your world, then…

Much like the others, they also enjoy reading, however, they focus on reading about engineering and mechanics, more so about the mechanics of your world to see if they’re any different from the ones of her world. To say there isnt much difference is but an understatement, there was a hefty amount of difference counting the technology from the TBD was far more advanced, but, even then, you’d be able to get the timekeeper intrigued by the nature of your world.

“Tell me more about your world, c’mon!” They’d ask one day, floating from a time rift as you cooked dinner. 

Unlike the others Timekeeper wasnt keen on staying in one place, still finding comfort in being inside time rifts most of the time, though they still visited you more often than not, more often than other places. Seeing them you’d ask her what she wanted to know, to which she’d hum before saying.

“Anything, I dont really find it entertaining seeing it myself—Explain your world to me yourself, doll!”

So when night comes after a long day chatting, it is you who clings to her softly, as she watches you sleep cozily by her side. She smiles and pats your head, because as much as she’d prefer to fade into a time rift, she knows she cant let you go so easily, no. Not when you finally showed her happiness.

“Interesting, this place is… quite interesting…”

Seeing someone as tall as Millennial Tree in your home is but a piece of the whole puzzle. You are dumbfounded but in some sense, seeing them kneel to greet you is almost laughable.

He’s big, very tall and a gentle giant overall, and it shows when he holds your hand and tells you that your world is interesting to him.

He’s just as curious as everyone else, looking at everything, looking at everyone, he’s curious about you, curious about your world, yet he knows it’d be dangerous to leave on his own.

So, you take him to the forest, planing on leaving him go but…

“I dont want to leave you alone…”

He’d speak with conviction, looking at you as your eyes widened and your face dropped. Just what you feared would happen. He’d hold your hands together, looking at you with some concern before smiling softly, kissing both of your palms.

“I came here for a reason, that much I know, and I know that reason is within you… Allow me to stay by your side, and I’ll do everything in my power to make it worth it.”

You have no power in you to say no, to turn down his offer after his gentle and sweet words, that day you realized that perhaps he did come to your world for a reason, a world so clad in evil and pain…

If you’re wondering what he’d do in your world, then…

When not travelling nor reading, he’s at home with you, cooking or revisiting each place he has gone to to help. He’s become… a sort of Messiah, you cant help it, become public enemy no.1 to some, and a savior to others, it truly depended on who you were asking. Your gaze would follow his as he trailed on a book you both were reading before he’d lean and kiss your forehead, things were… easy, happy with him there… You felt much happier.

“Is something the matter, sapling?” He’d ask, his gentleness carrying over to his voice as he hummed at your words saying it was nothing, but he knew better, still, he wouldnt push. “Are you perhaps tired?”

You pouted slightly before nodding, yes, you were quite tired, but you didnt want to admit to it. Still, he’d nod before moving the book to the side and lifting you into his arms. He’d carry you to your shared bedroom, careful on his way there before setting you on the bed with him, cozily, softly, carrying you to him as he pressed his lips on your forehead and your body to his.

“Sleep well, sunshine” He’d say, brushing hairs off your face before speaking again “Thank you for accepting me into your world…”

Honestly, how could you not at this point? With that thought in your head… You fell asleep.

[queerweirdness]

On my freaky close friends stobin shit

Robin was well aware her and Steve were closer than most friends, scarily so. They showered together when they were at her house due to her family not having a huge hot water tank like his. They slept in the same bed no matter whose house they were at, despite the fact they both slept naked due to overheating in their sleep. They had seen each other naked more times then they could count. They frequently went skinny dipping in his pool late at night. 

They were practically one person living in two separate bodies. They knew everything about each other. That included all the details of the other's sex life. They have had many conversations about what they prefer in bed, and Robin had a very vivid mental image of what Eddie Munson looked like naked, all the way down to the dick piercing, although she had never seen it firsthand. It didn't matter that Steve liked boobies. He didn't like hers.

So when she was sitting at home minding her business and got a snap from Steve along with the instruction to not open it in front of other people, she wasn't too concerned. 

Steeb: don't open that around other people

Bobin: what am i about to open??

Steeb: i just need to make sure it doesn't look weird before i send it to Eddie

Bobin: i think all dicks look weird babe. But ill look to make sure it doesn't look weidER than normal.

Steeb: hwo did you know it was a dick pic

how*

Bobin: what else would you send to eddie that im not allowed to open around other people?

Steeb: fair point

Bobin: lower the camera a little. Your dick looks short

Steeb: Thanks robbie. Ur the best

Bobin: you know we are the weirdest friends ever right? You just sent a lesbian your dick pic

Steeb: you had me grab ur boob the other day because you thought you had a lump

Bobin: i was CONCERNED

Steeb: ill text you later. eddie is calling

Bobin: take my stuffed animal off your bed. Sir franklin shouldnt witness such behavior

Steeb: on it. Love you bobbie!!

Bobin: love you stevie

[smilelikerandal]

care in every explosion

the reader takes care of bakugo when he's injured, showing him a different side of their relationship. despite his initial gruffness, bakugo slowly warms up to the reader's care and companionship. as they spend more time together, the barriers between them begin to break down, and they share moments of laughter and understanding. one evening, bakugo surprises the reader by thanking them for everything, showing a rare moment of vulnerability. the reader realizes how much bakugo means to them, and they both acknowledge the growing bond between them. despite their differences, they know they can rely on each other and support each other through thick and thin.

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the sound of bakugo's gruff voice filled the air as he hobbled into the dormitory common room, his face twisted in a grimace of pain. you glanced up from your book, concern instantly etching across your features as you took in his disheveled appearance.

"what the hell happened to you?" you asked, rising from your seat and rushing over to him.

bakugo waved you off with a scowl. "it's nothing," he muttered, though his slight wince betrayed his words.

you weren't convinced. "sit down," you commanded, gently guiding him to the nearest couch. "let me take a look at that."

grumbling under his breath, bakugo complied, allowing you to inspect the injury on his leg. It was a nasty gash, deep and bleeding profusely. your heart clenched at the sight, but you pushed aside your unease, focusing on the task at hand.

with practiced hands, you cleaned the wound, ignoring bakugo's protests as you worked. despite his tough exterior, you could see the tension in his shoulders ease slightly as you tended to him.

"there," you said finally, applying a bandage to the wound. "all done."

bakugo's gaze softened as he looked up at you, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "thanks," he muttered gruffly, though his tone lacked its usual bite.

you smiled gently, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. "anytime," you replied softly.

over the next few days, you found yourself spending more time than usual by bakugo's side, helping him with everyday tasks and keeping him company during his recovery. despite his initial protests, he seemed to welcome your presence, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by either of you.

as the days passed, you found yourself begrudgingly tolerating bakugo's presence more than usual. his explosive personality seemed to mellow in your company, and you discovered a side of him that few others got to see. you shared sarcastic banter and competitive challenges, finding an odd sense of camaraderie in your constant bickering.

one evening, as you sat beside bakugo's bed, he reached out to take your hand in his, his grip firm yet oddly comforting. you raised an eyebrow, surprised by the uncharacteristic gesture.

"thanks," he grumbled, his voice rough but sincere. "for not being as annoying as usual."

you chuckled, giving his hand a playful squeeze. "you're welcome, i think," you replied, a smirk playing on your lips.

in that moment, as you sat together in grudging companionship, you realized that maybe, just maybe, there was more to bakugo than met the eye. and as his grip tightened ever so slightly around your hand, you knew that despite his rough exterior, he valued your presence more than he let on.

together, you would navigate the ups and downs of hero training, supporting each other in your own unique way. because in the end, all that mattered was the bond that held you together, strong and unbreakable, just like the friendship that blossomed between you.

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btw to the person who told me i shouldnt use x readers if the character isnt attracted to them pls tell me what should i put bro like damn u dont gotta call me an asshole n shi 💔💔

[tinrange]

Mirroring Chian and Baabin since the beginning of the story is such a smart storytelling move, and i think its a shame so much of it has been lost to the red flag/green flag discourse.

They remind me a lot of Junghwan from Reply 1988, another character who things couldve worked out for and who might've had a chance had he just stopped being afraid and actually done something about his feelings.

I often think of his line "In the end fate and timing do not happen out of coincidence. They are products of earnest, simple choices... I should have been more courageous. It was not the traffic light’s fault. It was not timing. It was my hesitations."

This, to me at least, is one of the central contradictions of being young. Everyone tells you youth are fearless, that recklessness is the one constant among all teens, and in a way thats true. Its true for Baabin when he runs out of his concert. But because these kids are so insecure, terrified of being hated, they really cant be honest.

Baabin had every opportunity to tell Fou4mod his feelings. But he's insecure. Its very easy to assign insecurity as a character trait to teens, in fact its almost a cliche. Yet its seldom done well because the insecurity ends up being portrayed as a general fear of everything around them. Baabin is very specifically insecure, he's courageous about these feelings in every other instance. He can confess to Chian, he can confess to Chian For Fou4mod to keep.it hidden, he can chase Bua down a busy street screaming his feelings, but he cant help himself from deleting those voice messages. He cant tell Fou4mod who he really is, he cant have Fou4mod see him vulnerable and it becomes increasingly difficult for him to keep up that front. So he just cuts off that point of connection. He'd rather be hurt in every other way over and over than put his feelings out there. He wants reassurance that he's important, but he does it in a way that allows him the upper hand and isn't ever about him or the relationship he treasures.

And thats real! But the thing is he still doesnt have what he wants. He's even more on the outskirts now.

Chian is very similar, his fear of being sincere has kept him stifling every emotion for fear of feeling it since episode 1. He cries in his bed, he stares into nothing, he keeps everyone at a distance. His outburst in episode 5 is anger, but its also frustration at himself. He's circled back into the same situation and hasn't made a real decision.

He tells himself he has, and that he's going to put Fou4mod first this time. But its still more of the same from both him and Baabin. When Fou4mod tells him he's dating now and its over he never even fights for it. I think its especially sad because through the episode you can see Chian pulling apart all the emotional ugliness complicating his relationship with Fou4mod, and so when he's left alone by the end he looks as if he expected it at some point.

Baabin isolates himself when he lies about where he lives and when he lies about his feelings, Chian is actually just alone all of the time. Chian puts himself in emotional harms way but plays the #nevercared act as a method of self defence, Baabin can't even put himself out there and still presents nonchalance to the point he won't even let Fou4mod entertain the possibility he misses their friendship.

Theyre both an interesting take on a common coming of age cautionary tale, that you shouldnt let passivity borne of fear dictate your actions. Illustrating that through the way they both end up accidentally conspiring to make Fou4mod feel as alone as they have is such a heartbreaking touch and resolution. They both kept getting stuck at traffic lights and blaming fate instead of their hesitations.

[dollywoo]

woosan - you’re not alone, and you never will be.

just some woosan smut with angst and fluff ! sorry if its messy! i hope u guys like it!

tw: depression, anxiety attacks, body image, smut! 18+ !

pairings: college student/gamer! san x college student/gamer!wooyoung

gentle laughter emerged from the brunette, clicking keys on the keyboard before him, the only light that graced his dark dorm was that of the monitor before him. “fuck, it’s a huntress.” wooyoung groaned, speaking in reference to the game his was playing, Dead by Daylight. a reply rang through his headset, his best friend responded, “ah fuck, and shes on me already” san groaned in response, his voice filling wooyoung’s ears. after a few more moments, another sound filled the gloomy room.

ding

wooyoung dropped everything, reaching for his phone with a gentle smile on his lips. though, once his brown orbs danced along the screen, his smile disappeared.

Danny ! 💞

D: sorry love, i wont be able to make our date tomorrow, i truly dont think this is working out anymore.

quickly, his nimble fingers tapped across the screen, a frown forming.

W: what? what do you mean? danny? why?? whats not working out?

the response came five minutes later, in this time wooyoung had silently left the discord call, closing his game out. he would text san later, if he reminded himself. the next words caused his eyes to brim with tears, chewing on his bottom lip as he read the message over and over again.

D: sorry, danny’s busy. ;)

seen 2:49am

oh.

he shouldnt be surprised, but he was. why did he allow for this man to become his reason for existence? he hated him, he absolutely HATED his now ex boyfriend. he had been holding all the weight of the world on his shoulders, the burden of his classes, his insecurities — everything.

but those words caused it all to crash down on wooyoung, as he threw himself on the bed.

he felt weightless, he felt nothing.

he hadnt remembered when he started crying, his knees were curled to his chest, eyes soaked and his hair sticking to the sides of his face.

why? why.

nothing mattered to wooyoung in this moment, he absolutely loathed himself. every fucking inch.

ding, ding.

wooyoung thought he was different, he thought he mattered, he thought that he had finally found the one.

was he not pretty enough anymore?

ding.

how long had he been seeing someone else? wooyoung felt dirty.

ding, ding, ding.

“why am i not enough…” a shaky, fragile voice crept out of wooyoung’s dry lips, barely a hushed whisper.

he wanted to disappear, the notifications that rang through his phone repulsed him. the brunette wanted to smash it. why was the phone taunting him?

click.

wooyoung barely noticed that his front door had been unlocked until his bedroom door slowly began to open. he didnt move, only continued to sob into his sheets.

a gentle voice rang through the darkness, the stifled sobs barely covering the alluring voice of his best friend. “wooyoungie?”

shit. he forgot he gave san a key.

then, weight shifted on the bed, now san had sat on the edge, reading through the still open conversation on wooyoung’s phone.

“fucking asshole.” he spat, his eyes filled with hatred until they landed on wooyoung once more.

the way san’s eyes softened as soon as he looked down at the quivering boy before him made wooyoung’s heart flutter. he had been inlove with his best friend since high school, since the raven haired beauty would beat the absolute shit out of everyone that dared to mess with wooyoung.

despite this, woo was convinced that the feelings weren’t reciprocated, he forced himself to find someone else, that is when he found danny. now look where he was, crying and weak infront of san again.

“darling..” san’s voice was gentle, and warm. it wrapped around wooyoung like a weighted blanket.

“come here, baby.” next thing wooyoung knew, he was sat in san’s lap, being held like a baby. the mountain of a man rocked the smaller back and forth, gently humming a tune to him. wooyoung nuzzled deep into his toned chest, tears slowly flowing. his thoughts running wild.

‘do you love me sannie?’

‘please love me.’

as if san had read the boy’s mind, his soft voice gently whispered into wooyoung’s ear, lips barely hovering over the entrance. “i would never treat my wooyoungie like that, never. you deserve to be treasured, you deserve love.”

wait, what? what was san saying? wait.

“i love you, woo.” san blurted out, cheeks heating up immediately. the raven haired male had always loved his best friend, as soon as wooyoung had left the call he was on his way over. like a moth to a flame.

“sannah..” wooyoung whispered, shifting to straddle his best friend’s lap, eyes on him.

their eyes stayed locked on each other, time stopped.

“i love you too.”

with those words, wooyoung threw his arms around san’s neck, planting a needy kiss onto the other’s plush lips, whining slightly.

“i love you, i love you, i love you!” he chanted against san’s mouth as they kissed, the older’s hands began to wander down to the brunette’s hips, squeezing them lovingly. this earned san a gentle moan against his lips from the younger.

his sounds went straight to san’s member, blushing darkly as their eyes met once again. “im sorry, is this okay? are you sure you want me too?—“

wooyoung’s answer came in the form of his hips pushing the swell of his ass down against the older’s clothed area. “yes, san. please, ive wanted you for so long. ive loved you for so long, i NEED you.”

with that, san picked wooyoung up, laying him down on his back against the bed. the toned male’s massive arms completely caged wooyoung in, this was what the boy always daydreamed of. it was finally happening.

wooyoung clawed at san’s shirt, whimpering in need as his best friend began to grind his hips down into him, the brunette thanked himself for wearing only his boxers tonight. san was gentle, kissing down his neck and leaving dark marks on each patch of skin.

this drove wooyoung mad.

“fuck sannie, please. shirt off, please!” wooyoung demanded, tugging at san’s shirt. “pants too! need you…cant wait!” his own member ached inside of his boxers. thankfully, san obliged, removing his clothing — including his boxers.

wooyoung’s eyes hooded with need, leaning up to pull off his own shirt while san pulled down the younger’s boxers. the older then reached into his best friend’s nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube that he had seen in there when he would come to grab wooyoung’s medicine for him. or on the nights that san had slept over, holding wooyoung from behind and his manhood failed him — causing the older to relieve himself in the bathroom using that lube during those times. he prayed wooyoung would never find out, but that was before he knew that his best friend loved him too.

wooyoung loved san too.

lost in thought, the only thing to bring him out was the absolute beauty underneath him, “sannah? everything okay, handsome?” wooyoung’s gentle, soft voice was like music to san’s ears, causing his heart to flutter. his brown eyes directed themselves back down to his lover, “yes, angel. now spread for me so i can prep you.”

the brunette blushed darkly at san’s words, spreading his legs to expose his entrance, his leaking member flopping onto his stomach. a slight whimper left his lips as he felt a cold liquid circling his hole.

san’s fingers fit perfectly, pushing a single digit inside of the blushing boy, soon after he added two and began to scissor him open.

all the while, wooyoung was as loud as san had always imagined, squirming and whimpering his name over and over again — becoming completely ruined on the older’s fingers alone.

after a few minutes, san pulled his fingers out of wooyoung, who began to babble and beg to be filled again. how cute, the loud mouth jung wooyoung reduced to nothing but whimpers and pleads.

pouring lube onto his own leaking cock, san began to pump himself slowly, ensuring every inch of himself was lubed up for his lover. “shh honey, im coming..” he reassured softly, “im not going anywhere.”

with that, san slowly lined himself up with wooyoung’s leaking hole, pushing himself inside gently. “more sannie..” woo would whisper soon after, “i can take it, i can take all of it i promise.”

the toned male gripped wooyoung’s hips, one had moving to caress his face, dragging his thumb along the younger’s lips slowly — admiring him. whilst he did this, san pushed his entire length inside of the brunette, who whimpered out loudly.

once wooyoung adjusted to his size, san began a slow pace with him, not wanting to be to rough for their first time. he always imagined this, being gentle with wooyoung, he knew the younger wasnt used to it. every ex that his best friend had had was rude and pushy, always wanting to have sex with wooyoung roughly, never wanting to make love with him.

it enraged san, he always wanted to treat him the way he deserved — he wished to worship the ground wooyoung walked on.

the brunette’s feeling were that of the same, however, wooyoung had always worshipped san, the feeling of the other’s cock deep in him reminded him of that. his stomach swirled with admiration, lips parted and soft whines and moans left them with each thrust of san’s hips.

in this moment, wooyoung belonged to san, and san belonged to wooyoung. finally, the two were one.

as time went on, wooyoung’s nails dug into san’s toned back, moaning loudly as his prostate was struck over and over again. tears brimmed his eyes as san continued to whisper, “you’re doing so good, puppy. so so good for me, yes? such a good wooyoungie. all for me, all for your sannie.”

and with a final thrust to his prostate, paired with the gentle words that left san’s lips, wooyoung came undone, san milked the younger’s cock dry as wooyoung came all over his own stomach. soon, san followed suit, cumming deep inside of his best friend.

after a few moments, san pulled out of wooyoung gently, rushing to the bathroom to grab a clean washcloth and returning. he gently cleaned wooyoung up, before scooping him up bridal style. the younger was completely out of it, clinging to the broad shoulders that beloned to his soon to be boyfriend.

san had preemptively ran wooyoung a bath, gently lowering him down into it before climbing in behind him. this is where the older would gently clean the boy and himself. the younger hummed softly the whole time, starry eyes stayed put on memorizing every inch of san’s face. wooyoung couldnt even speak, only admired how attentive his lover was. no one had ever done this for him, he had never experienced any after care. usually he was thrown a towel and ordered the clean himself up. but san was different, the attentive male made sure to take care of his wooyoungie no matter what.

soon, they returned back to wooyoung’s bedroom, where san pulled his sweatpants back on and then dressed wooyoung, giving him a new pair of underwear and his own tshirt to sleep in.

as soon as san landed in bed next to wooyoung, the younger laid his head on his chest, hooking a leg around the taller’s.

“how are you feeling?” san was the first to break the silence, gently tracing hearts into wooyoung’s thigh.

“way better now.” wooyoung started, “i love you sannie.” he added, looking up to the other.

san smiled softly, “i love you more, youngie.” he whispered in response, kissing the other’s forehead. “wooyoung. will you—“

“be your boyfriend?” wooyoung finished the other’s sentence, a giggle leaving his lips as san nodded in response. “of course i will, sannie!”

then a mischievous look appeared on wooyoung’s face, biting san’s shoulder harshly and leaving a dark mark there. the older yelped, hissing out, “woo! dammit not again!” which earned an evil little giggle from wooyoung.

“just giving you a reason to be harder with me next time..” the brunette teased, smirking as another giggle left his lips. “tomorrow though, im sleepy!” he added, nuzzling his head into san’s chest.

san rolled his eyes, of course wooyoung was a tease in a relationship, this didn’t surprise him at all.

soon, wooyoung drifted off to sleep, san still wide awake with a dumb smile on his lips. he reached over to grab wooyoung’s long forgetten phone, opening up the conversation with wooyoung’s bastard ex boyfriend.

W: sorry, he was busy. - C.S.

san sent the message before promptly hitting the block button, laying the phone on his toned chest and following his new boyfriend into a deep slumber, a smile stayed on both of their lips the whole night.

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tysm for reading!! sorry if theres any spelling mistakes! i did this kind of fast lol! <3 i hope u enjoyed !

[the-kingshound]

EVAINE LOVING HOURS LET'S GO

i adore them endlessly good god people are sleeping on them so much i mean a character that has carefully curated public persona?? who doesn't allow themselves to be true to who they are?? lonely, loved, and hated at the same time?? who flirts and has flings without batting an eye but melts when shown genuine affection?? AND the recent concept that they shouldnt allow more rumors to spread if they're in a relationship with the hound leaves me with the mental image of them both pretending to not know eachother and keep their distance in public but hound gently nuzzling into them as soon as the doors are locked??? kissing their shoulder and apologizing because they feel so bad about it???? that is so GOOD and i am so SOFT

I too think Evaine is the most underappreciated of the ROs... and yet, they offer so much, especially for the Hounds who seek a less conflicted, tender romance.

Evaine is so starved of affection they take every crumb they can get, even if it's from the worst people. They have been taken advantage of because of this, because people have seen the hole they try to fill and taken Evaine as a possession, or a toy to later discard.

Evaine is the RO that would fall in love and always think of MC. Lay in their bed and cuddle close to MC. Lean on them for a quick peck on the cheek when they can. Trying to not be seen, feeling uncomfortable whenever someone is too close, or whenever they are excluded and shunned. Seeking comfort and belonging in MC's presence.

Evaine would simply nuzzle against MC, burying their face against their lover's neck as MC apologizes, simply glad that now they can be together.

[p5-apotelesma]

ITS THINKING ABOUT GOROS CHILDHOOD HOURS. i am unwell once more

you know what it kills me to think about? that things could have went to shit despite how things were looking up

its tragic but its so fucking real and its gut wrenching.

for years theyd been struggling to get by and. finally. fumiko has a stable job (on the outside) and for the first time theyre able to have a slightly bigger apartment. not by much, really. (and kogoro would still sleep with his mom in her bed a lot of the time cause its just what hes used to, having lived in a 1 bedroom apartment until then) they still dont have an easy life by any means but they were on an upswing.

they were at, what seemed like. the most stable point in their time as a family. on the outside. his mothers new boyfriend doesnt come over to make her cry and scare them both to death. she even let kogoro accept some toys from him when she never used to allow that. so that means she trusts him, right? that he isnt so terrible like all the others were.

her doing sex work for him while being his secretary is what gets them the better apartment. and what gets kogoro some featherman merch. hes her boss but of course kogoro doesnt understand that his mother isnt on equal footing here. and that things arent seriously that much better. that shes just found herself stuck in the spiderweb of another wealthy man.

and kogoro allowed himself to feel hope. just a little. because from where he was standing things had changed so much. they were maybe even almost Normal.

and then she fucking left him

i'd imagine her mental illness was so debilitating that it made working even harder for her, let alone taking care of her kid. but things were looking up. her lows were still terrible lows but. kogoro was there for her. when she let him be. the structure of set work hours helped their lives find more of a routine. and none of his mothers clients hadnt stepped into their apartment for some time. (kogoro thought she was finally free)

at times she'd been sad for a while. couldnt get out of bed. but when the time came to celebrate kogoro's 9th birthday, she rose in the morning to make him omurice and they danced in the kitchen to the radio. she took him to the park and the arcade and he was able to win a prize and she even bought a little cake they could have have after dinner. they spent the whole day together just like she promised she would this year. and she seemed better and goro was so so relieved and so happy. it was the best day ever.

(she was coming to peace with what she was going to do. kogoro made a wish on his candles for them to have more days like this. fumiko wished that her son would forgive her.)

the day after his birthday he was excited to have more of the leftover cake after dinner.... shed have to go back to work tonight but maybe she could watch one episode with him. or help him do some of his homework. (or at least pretend to help. and praise him when he was able to figure it out for her)

he came home from school to a quiet apartment. looked around and saw her shoes still by the door. the light was on in the bathroom. he thought she was. just taking a bath

he knocked and there wasnt an answer. he didnt really think anything of it. maybe she was busy. maybe it was one of those times where kogoro shouldnt bother her. so. he quietly did his homework.... she'd come out of the bath and say goodbye to him before she went to work. but she didnt come out

i dont even think the poor kid could comprehend what he was seeing. when he opened the door and saw her. just. the sheer horror of it stopped his brain from working. the water was so red and she was so pale and she wasnt moving--- in the moment he could understand that she was hurt. but not what had happened

how could he? and he didnt think to call 119 first. no, the first thing he thought was to run to his neighbors. even though his mother sometimes got angry when he would talk to strangers. one of his neighbors answered their door and kogoro explained what. he could understand of whats goin on. what he saw. he doesnt understand that shes dead

when he gets to the police station and a detective and an officer and a child psychologist are trying to talk to him. about what happened. he just. asks when he can see his mother.

he knows she was hurt and something really terrible and scary happened. but. he doesnt understand that he wont be seeing her again. it. takes a while. for that to happen.

she left him a note, you know. and he read it but in the moment he was too overwhelmed to understand. and then he fucking blocked that shit out for years. the memory of it comes back when hes with the gang dealing with Ren's Den of Distortion of all things

the memory hits him like a train and once again kogoro is brought back to the nights where all he could think was that his mother hated being alive more than she loved him.

"i'm sorry, kogoro. mama can't do this anymore. i love you. you are so strong."

the love being there wasnt enough but it was there. and thats the tragedy of it.

and the fact she took her own life after they celebrated kogoro's birthday? its one of the things that seemed to convince him that his existence was a curse. and his mother couldnt bear the burden of it anymore. why should he ever celebrate being born? (he takes his birthday week off in royal. and its because of Her. hes officially lived as many years on this earth without her as he lived with her. half his life.)

all that on top of everything else and its wonder kogoro has such. instability around his security in his relationships. because everything seemed like it could actually be okay. she seemed happy and he was happy and he dared to feel hope again. that she would get better. he would help her. and theyd both be safe from the monsters.

and then it all came crashing down. he lost everything in an instant.

[baby-xemnas]

I really need a moment of a bear-mink trying to seduce Bepo and he doesn't get what is happening [like: oh! you are also a bear lady/guy, let's talk about fur-problems and the other like: yeah, we can solve our problems together ;) ] and Law trying to interrupt because he knows what is happening with he's face of "im going to kill you in sooo many ways..."

or my fav. yandere Bepo killing a plushie of himself because in the darkness of their room looked like he was "cheating again" sleeping with another bear .

love yandere Bepo destroying every plush toy Law may buy he is so crazy...i think if it keeps happening Law has to be questioned if he enjoys Bepo's insane jealousy. He should bring it up to Bepo in bed sometimes, just starts laughing about Bepo crushing another cute little bear so he can see Bepo, unguarded go through stages of shame and to maybe even accusing Law like "well captain shouldnt...shouldnt hug anything but me ..im cute .." Bepo is ashamed but at the same time emboldened by the fact that they are in the middle of sex and Law decided to make fun of him while he fucks him, but also ashamed cuz yes...it is incredibly petty and childish...he is gonna cry. But Bepo likes being allowed to be childish he likes that Law lets him be a crybaby...he loves loving him so selfishly!! So he is ashamed yes but he will do it again! Every time!!!

Law smiles because he likes it too.....

replying in wrong order, for the first scenario:

I want so badly for Bepo to fumble a bear girl and feel NOTHING like he'd probably have some neuron activation purely on physical level but conversation would leave him paralyzed - like oh god there is a whole person there i gotta deal with...fuck. Maybe i dont want it as much as i thought...

Gay bear mink trying to fuck him would be a riot....oh Law would be furious.

I think in both cases Law would use his absolute authority and simply call Bepo - and because he wouldnt even need to walk closely, Bepo's hearing is excellent and he is naturally tuned in to hear Law's voice- yes even while he's having a conversation, Bepo WILL hear Law calling him over any noise.

Law would say it loud and clear and be somewhere close just to watch Bepo be startled - it's cute and Law gets off to having a strong effect on his dear Bepo. "Who is your Daddy?" the mink flirting with Bepo will be terribly disappointed how quickly Bepo bows out and dips.

Law all huffy turning away before Bepo caught up: Let's go.

Bepo: Sorry Captain!!!

Law, horrible person liking how easily he can make Bepo feel bad: We've wasted enough time.

Bepo: 🥺🥺🥺🥺 sorry...

Law, horrible person also liking how easily he can distract Bepo from feeling bad: Bear mink huh? Thats rare...he/she was hitting on you, you know.

Bepo, genuinely flustered cuz he didnt realize it: WHAT??? NO! CAPTAIN I DIDNT?? WHAT? I DIDNT KNOW...Im sorry

Law, horrible person reveling in Bepo now, instead of feeling guilty looking like he feels gross that he didnt know their intentions: So would you?

Bepo suddenly shooting to the peak of defiance and defense and "i love Captain most in the world im your bitch dont take that away from me please ill blow this whole island up if Captain thinks i could be with someone else":

NO!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for talking about fnaf to my little cousin?

so fnaf is one of my (im 21) special interests for a while. my little cousin (age 7) has been mentioning it lately, because he heard about it from kids at school. Because of this i've ended up telling him about a lot of the lore and stuff, and trying to explain things to him. Additionally, he asks me questions about fnaf, and I do my best to explain it to him. I also sometimes watch fnaf videos with him.

My mom says i shouldn't do this because he gets scared easily by stuff, and his mom doesn't really like him to see scary stuff. My mom says I shouldnt tell him about fnaf or show him stuff from fnaf.

Both my mom and his mom will go out of their way to hide scary things from him like halloween monster pictures. Part of this is because he got kind of scared of opening doors due to the Doors game on roblox. He is too scared to sleep in his room alone and always sleeps in his mom's bed because he is scared of the dark and has nightmares sometimes. And he wasn't allowed to watch any youtube on halloween because of possibly seeing scary stuff. They think that the scary stuff is what made him scared of the dark and have nightmares, and not be able to sleep in his room alone.

In my opinion, I don't *think* im doing anything wrong, because when I was a kid, fnaf came out, and plenty of kids were into it, and have been ever since. And ever since fnaf, theres been many things inspired by it that kids like. Like poppy playtime and Rainbow Friends and all that. I also loved horror and creepy stuff as a kid. I liked creepypasta, but I can relate to being scared by some of that stuff. As a kid I was really really terrified by the rake creepypasta.

Also in my opinion I think he knows and understands his own limits, because one time we were watching a fnaf video, and he seemed to think the video was too scary and wanted to stop watching it. So we stopped watching it and did something else. And he seemed fine after we stopped didnt seem scared or upset after that. I also feel like in my opinion, explaining the lore to him makes it *less* scary, because he's understanding the "how and why". however because the fnaf lore does involve child death i see how it could be bad for him to learn about it.

He seems to enjoy it though, I'm not forcing it on him and he loves to ask me questions about it, and is excited whenever he comes over to talk about it. Also we've played things together before that are "scary" like baldis basics, and then also a minecraft backrooms game which actually ended up scaring me more than him!

Basically though Am i the asshole for basically going against what my mom and his mom think he should be doing? I can see how his mom especially might think i could be crossing a line because of what she wants for her child. Obviously his mom might know him better because he is her child after all. And because of my autism I don't really understand childcare and childraising. And it is hard for me to understand their perspective. I am still very childlike and dependent on my parents so I don't have a fully formed adult perspective yet I dont think.

But at the same time I almost feel that she is being sheltering, because I've noticed its common for kids to like this sort of thing, and its not always necessarily a bad thing. Because also theres scary movies like coraline but are geared for kids. (My little cousin didnt like coraline, thought it was scary, but thats just an example.)

I feel like also they should trust him more. He seems to know what is too much. Because he is vocal to say what is too scary for him. He seems to be able to set boundaries about it, because he will say that he doesnt want to play a minecraft game that is too scary, or watch a video that is too scary. I'm also rarely the one to pick the games or videos we play, it's his own interest.

Fnaf has been something we both really enjoy, and to me that is special when we get to enjoy something together. I of course still often play with him when its something only he is interested in, but not always. The times I don't play with him are when I'm doing something relating to one of my other special interests and I can't handle being interrupted. Which makes him sad that I can't play but he does understand that because of my autism that it would be difficult on me to stop my activity. I really like that he is into fnaf now because that means its something that I can enjoy for special interest reasons and he gets to hang out and play with me.

But AITA because this is against his mom's wishes?

What are these acronyms?

[bearyzdiary]

aa !! i'm so glad to have found someone who writes cry of fear x readers!! could i request simon with a reader who doesnt usually show emotion, but one night just has a meltdown while theyre hanging out?

have a great day/night!! :D

Life is tough

Simon x reader!

This diary entry contains: Mental breakdownsl Established relationship|Simon is such a sweet heart in this| may be short idk

HIII IM SORRY FOR JUST POOFING OUT OF THIN AIR FOR A BIT BUT!! Im back and im supposed to be getting a new laptop today so thats fun!

I really hope you do enjoy this🥳

You and Simon were alike in so many ways.Maybe it was the fact the both of you guys had a hard time opening up and communicating.Unlike Simon who had a therapist and tried to talk to people you kept yourself all shut it.

You hated crying around people and you weren’t a big fan of smiling as much.People never understood you like Simon did because Simon was understanding and didnt push you to show emotions like other people.

that was all until one night when you went to hang out with simon.You had been on edge all day.It started with your teacher putting you on blast in front of the class for slacking off,Then at lunch you spilled milk on yourself which did end up starting to smell forcing you to haunt down simon to borrow his hoodie for the rest of the day.

on the train ride to his house you nearly tripped in front of a group of college kids who tried to hold in their laughter.You felt embarrassed as you sat down in the seat in the far back.

You just wanted to go ghost and not speak to anyone besides simon and close friends.Once you arrived at his house you stared at the house as kids played in the streets and colored on the sidewalk.

you felt so out of place in a way.So gloomy stuck in a colorful place.you push open the gate before walking up the steps.The sound of the steps must have alerted his mother as she came rushing to open the door and greet you.

"(Y/N)! it's so sweet to see you after all this time"She said while pulling you in for a hug.The smell of her perfume filled your nose as you hugged her back.

"Simon is in his room,He seemed so excited to spend some time with you im truly happy he found you"She said as allowed you in.You nodded as you made your way through the familar house layout.

Coming up to the door you knew belonged to simon,You knocked a couple of times before hearing the sound of a window opening,coughing and something being sprayed.

his bedroom door swung open as he smiled slightly.No words were exchanged as you shuffled into his room.He closed the door before looking at you with a worried expression.

"Did something happen?You look upset"He asked while sitting on his bed.You felt hot tears fill your eyes slowly at the question.Simon took noticed and open his arms slightly.You walked over before plopping into his arms and letting out a chocked sob.

"I try so hard simon and it's like nobody understands besides you.I keep messing up while trying to be good at things and it's eating at me slowly"You ranted as tears fell from your eyes.

Simon rubbed your back as he nodded before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead."I know it may seem hard and trust me i know but something i learned is that you have to learn how to well do things on your own without trying to be good for other people"He explained.

You sniffled as it went quiet besides the sounds of the kitchen sink being faintly heard and kids screaming at each other.After a bit of crying in his arms,Simon placed you in his bed before laying next to you.

"Your very speical and you shouldnt be so worried about how people think of you.Just know i think your a cool person even if you barely show your emotions"He explained while pulling the blankets over you the both of you.

"I had something's planned for us but they can wait you clearly need a nap"Simon said while holding you close and closing his eyes.You slowly copied his movement as you felt safer in his arms.

for once you were glad you showed some emotion to simon because now you know you can rely on him to comfort you.

[forcebutch]

hey man love ur work. just started t and trying to figure out if im a butch [currently id as bi but also not sure if i might be a lesbian] whos on t or if i might be like. an actual man. the thought of being a gay dude terrifies me but i cant tell if its scary bc im in denial or if its scary bc its not true.

i guess im wondering if u have any tips on figuring myself/shit out? i think part of it is feeling like i'll lose being butch if i'm also attracted to men?? any input or thoughts u may have are helpful tyy

i was gonna tell you you shouldnt source your info from porn blogs (and i should ABSOLUTELY NOT be your only source. i'm serious) but considering that i've been through that particular existential crisis multiple times i have some experience with it, let's do this anyways.

i am not even half as confident in my personal life as i am on this blog. my gender-sexuality is fluid and i do not fit nicely in categories, but that can feel like it leaves me either labelless or a liar. life as a gender-sexuality weirdo is not kind on anybody, and that pain really erodes away your concept of what parts of your self-image you are Allowed To Be, especially if you rely on others who agree with strict untouchable boundaries between genders and sexualities. frankly the strict no-touching model of gender-sexuality is really bad for questioning and gender/sexually fluid people. i think at some point in the 2010s we lost the idea of a queer spectrum and continued on with policed modes of gender-sexuality.

that's all theory, though. you can litigate your gender and sexuality to line up with cliquey queer ingroups or gender-apathetic academics or return-to-tradition het truscum until the cows come home and still never feel like yourself.

as my wife says, there's a reason science degrees require a number of lab hours. at some point you just gotta do it. no more theory: turn off brain, start. you have several hypotheses and they need some actual testing. flirt with somebody at a gay bar. do drag. buy syd sixx's or carta monir's t-masc-featured porn, take an edible, and have a night to yourself. watch an archived copy of bloodsisters with your pants off. fuck a friend who's gay in a different way than you. ask your partner to switch between calling you a good boy and a good butch in bed. call yourself a faggot while you're jacking it. 69 another gender outlaw. Do Something. you can figure out labels as you go.

[annoyinglilbro]

part 2/? of this: https://www.tumblr.com/annoyinglilbro/775035860964065280/allow-me-to-cook-little-bc-ive-been-thinking?source=share

big brother likes that his new partner is getting on with his little brother. he does. he swears he does

he likes that theyre always up for dates at the house, likes that they want to include little brother in board games and dinner, that theyll switch between sides when the brothers tease each other. he likes that little brother doesnt glare at this one, has stopped pouting and welling up when they do go out for dates

theyve even started spending time with little brother on their own, he knows. started helping him with studying, or something; theyll spend half an hour in little brothers room before a date sometimes, come out smiling so bright, and sometimes little brother will want both of them to stay, stick his bottom lip out and whine until they exchange a look and invite him to join them on their date

big brother isnt expecting to be called on how much he likes it, is the only thing. especially not when hes balls deep inside them, staring up in awe while they bounce on his cock, cradling his jaw in both hands in that way that always makes him feel a little extra warm

(no one bothers to take care of big brothers. they make a point of doing it)

theyre talking about something, have been laughing and talking while they fuck; and they stroke their fingers through his hair, kiss his cheek, and then murmur into his ear

'you think your little brother can hear us?'

big brother should be fucking mortified; but they clench around him when they say it, and drag their nails over his scalp, and he cant help the fucking groan that leaves him; feels them grin, when they kiss the side of his head

'i think he can. I think he listens; presses a glass up to the wall so he can hear better. i bet he sits on the other side of this wall,' and they press their free hand to the wall in question, the one his bed is pushed up against, which connects to little brothers room, 'and listens to you moan, and grunt, and to the sound of you fucking whoever you brought back in here, and he pushes a hand in his shorts, and fucks himself with his fingers, imagining youre making those noises for him'

thats- they shouldnt- and its not even-

M-maybe hes listening for you

its not the best argument he could have come up with; but they grin again, and ride him a little faster, a little harder, until he's moaning and lifting his hips into it, mouthing sloppily over their chest

'maybe hes listening for both of us,' they compromise, and curl their fingers in his hair, 'but were not talking about me. youve never thought about it? you can tell me, you know id never be upset with you. you never thought about your trusting, obsessive baby brother laid out underneath you? about the noises hed make? about sliding inside him; about him letting you, about him begging for it?'

big brother feels like he's losing his mind a little, feels on the edge of something; and they pitch their voice up a little, make it whiny and a little nasal, an unsettlingly perfect imitation of his little brother, and start to fucking beg

'please big brother please, need it, i need you, please? need my big brother to fuck me; dont you want to? need my big brother to take care of me, please!'

he feels fucking possessed, pushes them down onto their back as he drives into them, fucking them so hard it has to hurt their hips; but theyre just giggling, clutching at his shoulders and lifting their hips into each thrust, cooing up at him, 'come on, come inside your baby brother, he wants it so much'

after, when hes got them clutched to his chest, face buried in their collarbones, they stroke their palms over his shoulders, kiss his hair and tell him how good he is; and he bites them to make them giggle, before looking up at them

Howd you know?

they smirk, and twist some of his hair around their fingers, tugging gently

'you talk more about him than you ever did any of your exes. you remember; those girls you dumped when they made him cry, or he called them mean, who you never listened to when they tried to explain themselves. baby ive been watching you two obsess over each other for years'

he frowns; but they just smile, and kiss his forehead softly

'dont worry, baby. we middle children need big and little brothers to keep us satisfied; and were more than used to picking up the emotional slack of both'

his insulted expression just makes them laugh

(in the room next door, little brother finally puts down the vibe they bought him, desperately catching his breath, pretty sure hes never come harder in his life than he did when they called themselves baby brother; and presses both hands over his mouth to quiet his helpless, hysterical giggles)

- ☆

Right so I need you to write a book, a series actually, and just give it to me??? Gimme it?? Please??? If my big brother dated people like this I wouldn’t such a possessive crabby little bitch all the time ugh I’m like actually foaming at the mouth. I frickin love this so much I’m actually obsessed and I don’t know how to explain that this is my favorite piece of literature. Never end it rahhhh I frickin adore it sm!! And you anon! I adore you for writing it!!