#i want froyo so bad

[hillhomed]

chill in particular

[smile-files]

fun tip: if you're worried you might be lactose intolerant, don't spend your day eating only cheese and frozen yogurt*

*or maybe do. it might help you find out for sure...

[kkotda]

i have the biggest headache rn and i can't tell if it's a 'tension' headache or a 'stress' headache (trying to remember that headache diagram my hs teacher had in her classroom)

[motleyfam]

Mocktail

It’s just an act.

The staggering around, the boisterous laughter, the flirtatious comments at passing servers… none of it is real. Bruce is just working the crowd, leaning into that stupid billionaire playboy persona to try and shmooze some information out of one of the other rich bastards here. It’s for a case that he and Robin have been working on—he’d even briefed Jason on the plan prior to their arrival. He’s not actually drunk.

Jason knows that.

Which is why Jason is so pissed at himself that he can’t keep his muscles from tensing up at the familiar boozy scent on his guardian’s breath when he leans in to whisper something in Jason’s ear, can’t stop his hands from instinctively balling into fists at his sides, can’t keep his eyes from darting around, searching desperately for an escape.

Bruce isn’t drunk. Jason knows that.

He knows that.

...So why can’t his body get the goddamn memo?

Bruce must have said something funny because the semicircle of businessmen surrounding him bursts into laughter. One man slaps Bruce jovially on the back, causing Bruce to stumble forwards, sloshing half his drink down the front of his suit and eliciting even more laughter from the group.

It’s the last straw.

Heart hammering, Jason ducks out of the crowd, head down, feet aiming for anywhere that isn’t here. It’s stupid, it’s so fucking stupid because he’s fine, nothing is wrong, Bruce isn’t even drunk. And even if he were, so what? People get drunk all the fucking time and the vast majority of them manage to keep their fists to themselves, their family’s bank accounts from zeroing out, their tongues from cutting lashes into everyone they love.

He ends up sitting at one of the empty tables near the back of the ballroom, stabbing angrily at a piece of raspberry white chocolate cake with his dessert fork, because he’s Robin for god’s sake, he interacts with drunk people practically every night. Why the fuck is he freaking out now?

“So how’s baby’s first gala?”

Jason glances up, then immediately scowls. “What do you want, Dickhead.”

Dick lets out a low whistle. “Damn. That bad, huh?”

Jason gives him a withering look. “Fuck off.”

“Why?” Dick snorts. “So you can mutilate more raspberries?”

“I’ll mutilate your face…” Jason grumbles, raking his fork through the frosting like some kind of crappy zen garden.

Dick’s grin falters. “Jay,” he says seriously. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“No,” Jason snaps. “Go away.”

“Because if someone’s being inappropriate—”

“Nothing fucking happened, okay?!”

“Okay, okay!” He holds his hands up placatingly. “Don’t have to bite my head off.”

“I’m fine,” Jason growls, stabbing at the cake again.

“I can see that,” Dick deadpans.

Jason glares back.

Dick lets out a sigh. “Look, you don’t have to talk to me—”

“No shit.”

“—but there’s a 24-hour froyo place two blocks away.”

Jason blinks. “What.”

“Wanna get out of here?”

There’s a beat.

“...Fine," Jason relents. "But you’re buying.”

[good-griief]

'school girl' crush

so… i've been seeing so many milf!reader x ellie stories so i had to write this write a little one shot (i may have to make a part 2)

During summer, as a college student in need of extra money, Ellie ran a daycare with her friend Dina, who was only doing it so her son had friends to play with. Now, though, Dina had met a woman named Mel, who also needed friends for her new kid, and Ellie was ready to send in her informal resignation. 

“You’re leaving?” There was one reason she wanted to stay. This adorable little toddler, Celeste. She had the biggest eyes, and the cutest hair always in little braids. She was always chatting away and stuffing her face.

But why she wanted to stay had to do with Celeste’s mother. Ellie had practically fallen in love with her. She must’ve been five or so years out of college, younger to be a mother, but definitely older than Ellie and her friends. Ellie assumed she was single, the kid’s other parent never picking her up. In fact, with that body, Ellie hoped she was single. 

Sure, she was being a bit of a perv, imagining what this woman’s body would look like outside of yoga pants and a tank top, but she couldn’t help herself when the summer heat was messing with her head like this— at least that was what she told herself. 

You, on the other hand, knew she was far too young for you. She was a college kid with a crush, but that didn't mean you didn't find her cute; always taking her shirt off around the time your SUV pulled up and swimming with the kids so she could show off her tanned, toned body. 

She’d walk your girl to your car, talking with her the whole way and smiling at you when she greeted you. 

“Mama!” Celeste would cheer, running with a waddle over to you as Ellie watched with a smile. 

You would crouch to hug her, laughing as she clung to you, but you were far too tired from work most days to lift her up and convince her to sit in a carseat. She always wanted to sit in front with you, and you always refused, but it was even worse when she hadn’t seen you all day. 

Ellie would get Celeste into her carseat for you, buckling her in and giving her an extra snack to convince her before she spoke to you until Dina called her back in. 

This time, you’d started the conversation, asking whether or not it was true what you heard your daughter tell you the day before. 

“Oh, uh, yeah. Dina found another mom, so…” She shrugged. 

“Well, that’s too bad…” You sighed, leaning against your car as you pushed your sunglasses up. You pointed your thumb to the backseat, where your toddler had already passed out. “She’s really attached to you. I don’t think I can send her back if you’re not there.”

“Aw, man… Really?” You hummed, brows raising. “Well, I guess I could—“

“Do you think you would wanna babysit for me?” You asked. Ellie paused, swallowing. Something about your attitude today was different, like you were finally acknowledging her advances. “You could come over in the mornings, same time as daycare. I’ll give you, like, two-hundred— no, three-hundred bucks? That sound good?”

“Three…” She blinked, dumbfounded. “I can’t. Not that much.”

“It’s the least I can do. We live on the complete other side of Jackson.” She nodded slowly. “Really? If that’s a yes, then… I’ll be home most of the time, working, but you can knock if you need me.” She nodded again, mind drifting to being in your home, being able to knock on your bedroom door at any time… Show you how good she was with your daughter. Maybe, she thought, you’d finally realize you were interested in her, too. “Think you can start Monday—?“

“Yes!” She quickly cleared her throat, lowering her enthusiastic voice. “Yeah. I can start whenever.”

“Are you off yet?” You then asked, earning an eager nod. “Don’t get too excited. I was just going to ask if I could get you froyo, or something.”

Ellie laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck. “That’d be nice. Thanks.”

“No sweat. You’ve been working in the sun all day. Hop in.” You walked around to your driver's side as Ellie got in the passengers, completely forgetting about her shirt still sitting in Dina’s living room as you began driving. 

She looked over at you, noticing you were sitting with one leg comfortably bent up on the door and your elbow leaning on it as you held your head up. She, on the other hand, sat cross legged with her arm resting on the window. 

“I promise I’m driving safely,” you reassured her with a laugh. “This is just more comfortable.”

“Oh…” She waved you off. “That’s how I drive, too.” You chuckled at that as she looked at the hand you didn’t have on the wheel, checking for a ring. “Hey, can I ask you something?” She spoke after a moment, gaining a hum of a response from you. “Are you married?”

You laughed. “Ellie, we’ve talked about your little crush on me before.” She groaned, face heating in embarrassment. It was true, you’d told her not to be so obvious about it, but she didn’t take that as an outright rejection. “I’m way too old for you.”

“How old are you?” She asked, earning a brow raise. “Just makin’ conversation…”

“Nearing 30.”

“Well, I’m nearing 25.”

“You just turned 20.”

“21 in October. Come on!” She quickly defended herself. “You’re, what? 26? 28?”

“Oh, Ellie,” you laughed, shaking your head at her. “When this little crush you have goes away, you’ll be happy I didn’t indulge you.” You then switched the conversation. “Aren’t you excited to get back to school? What do you study again?”

You talked the rest of the way to the frozen yogurt shop, eventually getting there and parking. It was right along the beach, and you told Ellie this was usually what you did with your little girl every Friday when she got out of daycare, so she was welcome to join you. 

You were giving her mixed signals, at least in her mind, but you told her the truth as you got Celeste into her stroller. 

“You know, I really should tell you, Cella asked if you could come with us today,” you said as you nodded to the girl, who woke up with a giant grin on her face after seeing Ellie. Ellie was only paying attention to the nickname you had for your daughter, finding it adorable and fawning over it in her head. “I know what you’re thinking, so if you want me to drive you home after—“

“No!” Your toddler immediately protested. “Ellie, come home with us. Show you my new house. It’s pink!”

“Oh,” you laughed. “You’re awake enough to argue, huh?” You crouched down to look at her, pinching her little cheek. “Does that mean you’re awake enough to walk by yourself?” She immediately shook her head, grabbing her small sippy cup attached to the side of the stroller and making sure she had no way to answer your questions by sucking on the little straw. You shook your head, standing as you laughed at her. 

For being three, and halfway to four as she always reminded you, she was pretty advanced for her age. Ellie simply saw that as you being a great mother, which only encouraged her crushing on you. 

“Kiddo, I don’t think your mommy will even invite me over if you argue with her,” Ellie told the girl, who reached her little hand up for Ellie to hold as you pushed the stroller, taking note of her habitual use of mommy, and chuckling to yourself. 

“Sorry, mama,” Celeste said around the straw of her cup. 

“It’s alright, babygirl—“

“So, Ellie can come over?” Ellie laughed, covering it with a cough when you raised a brow at her encouraging your toddler to try and manipulate you. 

“Ellie?” You looked at her. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“Stay forever!” Your girl cheered. 

“How about dinner first?” She said, looking down at Celeste. “I’d love to,” she then said to you. 

You couldn’t deny how good she was with your girl, watching as she convinced her to walk on her own. She’d told her: “mommy’s been working all day, and she loves pushing you, but she’s probably tired, don’t you think?” And despite you saying nearly the same thing earlier, she agreed with Ellie. That gave you the opportunity to take the stroller back to the car, so she didn’t decide to sit again, and grab a shirt for Ellie— who you still hadn’t corrected about calling you mommy when your toddler said mama. 

When you came back, Ellie was talking away with her, laughing at whatever nonsense joke she would tell and making you smile. 

“Here,” you handed her the shirt and she immediately went red, saying she forgot she’d even left hers at Dina’s. 

By the time you got home, it was later than anticipated, but your girl still insisted that Ellie stay and have dinner with you. 

“Maybe another night?” You suggested as you picked her up. “Mommy’s a little tired, bubba. I think bubba’s a lil’ tired too, no?”

“Nope. Wide awake!” 

“Alright,” you laughed as you brought her in, setting her in her gated play area. “Show Ellie your new house while mommy makes dinner, ‘kay?”

The amount of times Ellie had heard you call yourself mommy that day were making her head explode. Celeste didn’t even call you that, she’d realized. She called you Mama, so she was headed down a path of thinking you were doing it just to tease her. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking this way, but it was hard when all she could think about was— “Ellie! Look!” She was brought out of her thoughts when Celeste pointed to the new dollhouse she got. It was taller than she was, and lit up like a real house. 

Ellie scoffed in surprise. “Holy shit,” she muttered. 

“Shit!” The toddler repeated before cackling to herself as Ellie freaked out and told her not to say that. “Shit, shit, shit!” She laughed.

“Stop that!” Ellie was afraid you’d hear her. “Fuck,” she cursed under her breath, “stop it. Now.” She then went on to yell ‘fuck’ as many times as she wanted. 

“What on Earth is going on in here?” You asked as you stepped out of the kitchen. “Ellie?”

“I didn’t—“

“Ellie saying no no words!” 

“No!?”

You laughed. “Ellie, why don’t you come help me in the kitchen?” You looked to your girl. “And you.” You narrowed your eyes at her, making her giggle as you smiled. “Get dinner ready for your dolls. Show Ellie how you set it all up when she gets back.”

Ellie followed you into the kitchen, the door swinging shut behind her. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“You know, teaching my daughter how to swear definitely won’t get you anywhere with me.” Ellie cursed to herself internally, sulking. “But, I guess it’s a good thing she already knows those words, huh?”

“What?” 

“Her dad loves action movies. She comes home quoting them.” You shrugged. “He just lets her say whatever. I’ve resorted to having her not say it outside of the house or in front of guests.”

“Great dad,” Ellie muttered, making you chuckle as you knew she was only taking the side she assumed you were on because of her crush. 

“He actually is.” She immediately grew embarrassed, making you chuckle. You couldn’t deny how much fun you were having embarrassing her this way. She was awfully cute. Especially with the way she blushed so easily. “He’s the one that got her that dollhouse. A little present for making in through daycare since he knows how tired I’ve been. She used to hate daycare before you.” That brought a smile to Ellie’s face. “Thank you, for agreeing to babysit, by the way. I don’t know what I’d do if you didn't.”

“It’s nothing,” she said quickly, gaining a smile from you. “So… I take it that means you’re not married?” She asked after a moment as she washed her hands, ready to help with whatever you were making. 

“Mm, no. He’s my best friend. We had drunk sex at a stupid party and I got pregnant,” you laughed.

“Were you dating before, or…?”

“God no,” you laughed again. “I’d just broken up with the girlfriend I had since, like, freshman year of college, so he was trying to help me get drunk and find someone else… one idiotic thing led to another, and suddenly I’m six months pregnant, and I didn’t even know until I went to the doctor for a strep test.” Ellie snorted, the whole thing sounding like something out of a television show. “I know, I know. He’s gay too. That makes it even better.” Ellie laughed loudly at that, making a smile come to your face. 

The rest of the night was spent making dinner, and putting your little girl to bed as she’d fallen asleep before dinner just as you expected. You offered for Ellie to stay anyway, and she gladly did. 

“Okay,” she finally spoke, interrupting your conversation that’d gone through dinner and dessert; it being surprisingly easy to talk to her. “I have to ask— I know I’m probably being ridiculous, but, uh, I may just need you to shut me down.” You raised your brows, humming. She realized that may be a habit for you, but it was an excruciatingly attractive habit to have. “She, uh, she calls you ‘mama’—“

Almost immediately, you lowered your head, laughing. “I don’t have an answer for that, Ellie.” Her face reddened. “All honesty, I just found it a little funny.”

“You were teasing me!” She accused with a red face. You shrugged, looking up at her with a smile and flushed cheeks. She thought back on the day, all the times she’d called you ‘mommy’, all the times she’d done so while wearing your shirt, and felt a flutter in her stomach that made her cross her legs. “You’re awful.”

“You started it—! And besides, I thought I’d have a little fun… I mean, since my little girl wanted you to spend the day with us, I needed a way to enjoy myself too, no?” Your tone was mocking, making her adjust her seating at your near insulting words. “The bathroom’s just down there.” You pointed down the hall, past the stairs. 

“Stop it,” she said pointedly, making you chuckle as you stood and grabbed both your plates. 

“I’ll give you a ride home, alright? Or, is your car at Dina’s?” You asked as you came back to the dining room. 

“What about—?”

“Her dad’s a few blocks down. I’ll tell him.” You quickly texted him, getting a message back almost immediately. 

When he got there, you went to your car with Ellie, driving with the windows down and old rock music blasting through the car at her request. You both sang along, laughing the whole way there. 

You paused the music when you got there, stopping in front of the driveway and looking at Ellie. “I’ll see you Monday?”

She nodded. “I’ll, uh…” She played with the hem of your shirt on her. “I’ll give this back to you then.”

“No need.” You gave her a smile that made her cheeks heat as you leaned your arm on the console to look at her. “Night, Ellie.”

“Night…” She muttered in a daze, quickly snapping out of it and getting out of your car to go to hers. 

As she drove home, all she could think about was your teasing, all she could smell was your perfume on the shirt, and all she could feel was her stomach fluttering. 

When she got home, she went straight to her room. She left your shirt on, slipping her bra off from underneath and taking off her pants. She got into bed, holding your shirt up to her face and inhaling deeply. She quickly stopped herself. “Oh my fucking God, Ellie.” She dropped the shirt and brought her hands to her face in embarrassment, but now all she could feel was the fabric brushing against her nipples as her mind clouded with your voice; calling yourself mommy as you looked her in the eyes. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she shook her head at herself, attempting to shake away her thoughts of you and your awfully mean teasing. She grabbed her pillow, shoving her face into it as she went red. “Get a hold of yourself.”

[captainnameless]

any maxy + gp or lando + jon/will or charles + andrea crumbs??

Max + GP

It’s post Singapore ‘23, Max is alright. GP knows, but he is a little deflated. A drop is imminent and Daniel’s stuck on all sorts of data duties, still not back in the car.

The call if he could keep an eye on Max had been expected and accepted without a fuss. Max is already pouting when they step out of the elevator and make their way to Max’s hotelroom.

GP takes a quick look around before he’s intertwining his fingers with Max’s, pulling him along. “Let’s go, buddy.”

“When’s Daddy coming?” Max asks, following GP with a slight resistance in his step.

It’s an expected question, GP knows where he ranks on Max’s favorites list and while he’s proud to know he’s high up there, there’s no shame in admitting Daniel’s #1 stop is out of reach.

“He’ll get here as soon as he’s able, alright? It might be a while.”

It pulls a whine out of the younger and GP quickly swipes the room card to the door so they can have their privacy.

Luckily Max accepts his shower without a fuss, and GP feeds an overly tired Max little bites of his room service meal.

Max is determined to stay awake, eventually gives in to a cuddle when GP promises to wake him up when Daniel gets here.

Daniel gets there late, GP’s watching some B-list moved with dimmed audio while his hand places absentmindedly with little strands of Max’s hair while the younger’s face is pressed into his thigh, body stretched out onto the couch, thumb barely in his mouth still, Leo sat on GP’s other thigh where Max had put him.

Daniel coos, and it pulls a smile from GP who stills his hand.

“How’s he?” Daniel asks, kicking off his shoes.

“Ok.” GP nods, attention back on the boy. “He’s been a good boy, wanted to stay up for you. Eventually settled on being woken up once you got here.”

Daniel grimaces a little. “Let’s pray he goes back to sleep after.”

“He probably will, today was a lot. Think he just wanted a cuddle from you.”

“Well I’m not one to deny.” Daniel replies, moving over to the couch and gently crouching down, brushing his hand over Max’s exposed cheek. “Muffin,” Daniel breathes. “Daddy’s home.”

Lando + Jon

Jon’s bad at the discipline part, even though he’s seen Carlos steer Lando into a corner more than a handful of times, he’s too sensitive to the puppy dog eyes and crocodile tears, even with Lando being the menace that he is today.

Bribes, he’s good at bribes though.

“Lando,” Jon says, trying not to sound exasperated after trying to get Lando to do this one exercise for over 10 minutes now. “If we get the workout done before 3, I’ll take you to get a frozen yogurt instead of you having to eat your smoothie bowl.”

It gets Lando up and going easy enough, and with slightly threatening reminders of said frozen yogurt they get done what they need to do.

“Shower, then a treat.” Jon says, watching Lando scurry off into the gym showers and appear again in record time.

When he’s handing Lando back to Carlos at the end of the day the younger starts babbling about his froyo immediately.

Carlos smiles. “Were you such a good boy that you got a treat?”

“No,” Lando says, “Only a little bit.”

Jon bites his lip, at least Lando’s honest, but the look Carlos gives him shows he knows exactly what has happened and Jon squirms like he might be the one in trouble with Carlos now.

“You know I can’t help it.” Jon rushes to defend himself, taking a step back out of reach just in case with an apologetic smile.

Carlos sighs, ushers Lando towards Jon. “Did you say thank you?”

Jon gets a hug instead.

Charles + Andrea

Andrea has been around Charles for forever, it feels like, he knows the boy inside out. Knows about what helps him relax, be a better driver, even if he’s usually not too involved in that.

Usually.

“Hi.” Carlos says when Andrea opens the door to his hotel room, Charles in partially hidden behind Carlos, his cheeks vibrantly pink, eyes tired and a little wet.

“You know I don’t ask often,” Carlos continues. “But could you put him down for a nap? He’s exhausted, I have a meeting I can’t take him too. I couldn’t reach anyone else.”

Charles whines from behind Carlos, buries his face into Carlos’ side and only now does Andrea realize that Charles is clutching Carlos’ hand, the other one clutches a soft looking elephant attached to a small blanket.

“Of course,” Andrea says immediately, steps out of the doorframe to let them both in. He figures he knows what this meeting is about if Charles can’t come with, not anything Ferrari which is a sensitive subject still and explains the wetness in Charles’ eyes.

Carlos steps inside, takes Charles with him and then gently tries to move the younger out of hiding, facing him.

“Cuoricino,” Carlos says, brushing his thumb over Charles cheek. “Be a good boy for Andrea, ok? Have a nice nap? I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“No.” Charles pouts, scowl on his pretty face while he sucks in a breath.

Carlos sighs, gives Andrea a look before turning back to Charles. “Charlie,” he starts, “if you sleep time will go a lot quicker, no?”

Charles seems to contemplate that but doesn’t answer, pout growing as his eyes grow wetter.

Andrea moves over into their space, keeps his voice nice and calm. “We have a bit of a cuddle first, hm?” He says, and opens his arms a bit.

Charles is rarely one to deny a cuddle, and an emotional overly tired Charles does not deny one at all, stumbling into Andrea’s embrace with a shaky sigh. “Bravo, Tesoro.” Andrea hums, wrapping Charles up. “Can we say bye to Carlos?”

It’s best to move that part quickly, both Carlos and Andrea know so Carlos moves over to press to quick kisses to Charles’s head. Murmurs his i love you’s before quickly going out the door. “Grazie, Andrea.”

Andrea waves him off, gently maneuvers both him and Charles towards the couch ones the door closes and encourages Charles to get comfortable, watches him bring his thumb up to his mouth while the pout disappears, little blanket twisted around his fingers to brush at his face.

“Dormire.” Andrea says.

[tonberry-yoda]

Promise - Bruno Bucciarati

notes - i kid yall not, i literally have a 200 pg document full of old fanfic from like 2 years ago, and this piece was in there! well, not this piece, but something like this. I wanted to get inspo and loved this too much not to share!!! I did a lot of edits and fixed it to make it more my style and I really love it. this writing was for a recent poll i did!! i love bruno so much and was really happy to write this!!! requests open april 1 btw and i am so excited to see all of your ideas <3333

word count - 533

Bruno laid his hands out in front of you on the table face down. He finally let you convince him to let you paint his nails and you were smiling like an idiot picking some of your favorite colors that would suit Bruno really well.

"How long is this going to take?" He asked, trying to act annoyed, but failing as he was smiling just as much as you.

"Not long, Bruno. Not like you have anywhere to be."

"I am a capo." He said, trying to sound all big and tough.

"Nice try, Bucciarati, but isn't your so called, 'gang' out shopping for clothes right now and getting froyo?"

"Shut up," he giggled, watching you paint his nails delicately. You were always so gentle with him and that somehow made him love you so much more than he already did.

"Cara?"

"Hm?" You didn't look up and just kept painting his nails, your full focus on him at the moment.

"I promise to love you until the day I die. Even after that, I will never stop loving you." He whispered in your ear in Italian, sending a shiver down your spine.

You blushed and messed up on his pinky finger a bit, immediately going back to fix it and muttering an apology.

"It's alright, love." He told you, watching you fumble around for a moment. He grabbed your wrist gently and softly chuckled.

"Are you alright, cara?"

"I'm fine." You paused and looked into Bruno's dark blue eyes. "You just... don't know that, that's all."

"Oh, see, but I do." He told you with full confidence.

You pulled your eyes away from his and focused on his bangs instead, pushing them out of his eyes. "You need to get a haircut." You told him.

"You're changing the subject, love."

"Well," you twiddled your thumbs and looked down at your hands. "You might change your mind one day."

"What makes you say that?"

"You just don't want to make a stupid promise only for it to-"

"I don't think it's a stupid promise."

You looked up at him and his eyes were a bit confused, but still full of so much love.

"I'm just saying," you finished painting his nails and blew on them before checking if they were fully dry. "It might be a bad idea."

"Why would it be a bad idea?"

"Bruno, what if you don't love me forever?! What if you fall out of love with me... What if... I'm not enough for you?"

"Love that will never happen." He grabbed both of your hands and kissed your knuckles. "I love you with my entire being, I don't even think you understand. When I made that promise to you, I wasn't kidding,” he cupped your face, the golden sun pouring onto your bright eyes. “Do I make that clear?”

You nodded with a bright smile, tears forming in your eyes, but not from being upset. "Bruno, I love you more than the moon needs the sun, and I will forever love you, even after death."

Bruno smiled at you and brought his lips to yours, no one but the sheer white curtains and the sun there to watch.

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[br0-k3n-sch00lb01]

Aaaaaah what a time to exist

my brain is so empty when it comes to making posts that people actually care about

i wanna change my maintag to something other than charlie rants.. but i’ve been using it for too long to do that…

i guess its cus most of my posts arent rants they are just nonsense that i am spouting to anyone who particularly pays attention to them (aka nobody,,) what even are these posts anymore

im gonna spout about life instead of other things!! Because… i suppose i should talk about my life more.. since i never do

and thats kinda what blogs are for, hm?

I… went to get froyo with my friend… it was fun but it was like 25 bucks for two people…

he has a crush on me, and i… dont know how i feel about him at all.

im not sure really what my sexuality is anymore… i feel like sometimes i’m massively gay because oh my god men… but then other times i think of ever being in a relationship and it grosses me out… so then i think maybe i’m aro…

i finished watching Madoka Magica Rebellion today!!

it was good… though they skipped over parts in the manga that i really liked… its okay though

it was worth 4 dollars to rent…

it’s almost my birthday…

i wonder if people got me what i asked for.?

hopefully somebody got me the Madoka cosplay i wanted…

i don’t think i’ll be able to afford it myself haha

my grandma has me in therapy right now. I don’t really feel like it’s helping me at all…

but she says i have to do it and she won’t let me go out of it until she thinks i’m ready. i don’t think i’m ever getting out of therapy, if that’s the case.

i don’t really like my family situation. I know compared to others, i have life pretty good. But sometimes i feel like all they care about is keeping me alive so that they dont get accused of bad parenting. Or forcing me to get good grades so that the teachers don’t have to talk to them about how awful i am at everything.

not because they care about my future or anything. because they DON’T care about my future. No matter how much they say they do. You can just sort of tell.

i got my Len Kagamine cosplay a little while ago… my grandma said it was an Amazon pick… but it’s not really as good as the one i picked out…

I’ve been thinking about @n3hmof1sh and @ffelix143 a lot lately!!

i talk about Nehmo and Felix constantly to anybody who listens..

or even if they don’t really listen…

my friends haven’t been responding to my texts. I think they’re ignoring me.

i think maybe i’m being too much of a burden on them… annoying them all the time…

i’m sure some of my friends on here understand what i mean… i don’t really do much outside of tumblr, to be honest

i sort of wish there was no real world, and i could live here in tumblr with the people that actually care… people that i would do anything to spend time with off of a screen..

i’ve gotten so attached to my stupid screens that i really don’t know what else to do without them. I’ve lost any sense of worth in real activities.

i think that’s a bad thing.

but that’s okay.

[treethankyou]

greendale seven supporting a friend on their period!

this came to me while i was suffering so i had to turn that pain into this! this is not meant to be gender specific but it is specific to those of us who have periods. also i’m sorry for not including Pierce but i honestly just couldn’t be bothered to write for him 🤷‍♀️ i apologize for my poor grammar, writing has never been my strong suit. well anyways, i hope this is alright and ya enjoy!

pairing: gn (period having) reader & greendale 7

warnings: mentions of periods, poor grammar (sorry i have no excuse!)

word count: a lot (~1600)

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Jeff

now don’t get me wrong Jeff is a mature, grown man

…who is also a bit of a weenie LMAO

upon finding out you’re on your period he’s a little uncomfortable but represses any visual tell of that fact

regardless of the fact that he has a similar mindset about periods to that of a teenage boy, he still cares…discreetly

he’s got a reputation to protect here!

he makes sure to go easy on you when it’s clear you’re not feeling well

lowkey scolds anyone who doesn’t get the memo

suggests to get froyo so you’re able to get some sugar to make ya feel better

he knows that light exercise helps with cramping and him being the health nut he is he offers to go on walks with you

never acknowledges that he does any of this to help you feel better but it’s more obvious than he thinks it is

aloof big brother x100

“Hey Jeff…” you say after taking a bite of froyo. “I just wanted to say thank you for taking me here for…thinking of me. It means a lot.”

He spares you a small smile across the table. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just wanted froyo.” You know him well enough to know that’s not the truth but you also know that if you say something about he will feel embarrassed and deny it. So you say nothing, making a mental note to discreetly pay back the favor sometime.

Britta

she is totally big on no period shame

never makes you feel weird about being on your period, in fact she encourages you to talk plainly about it

you know, defeat the stigma!

has loose pain pills in her purse she’ll offer you when the pain gets bad

may accidentally offer you a…recreational pill LMAO

has tampons only sorry to the pad supremacists

if anyone is going too rough on you when you’re feeling crappy she absolutely will step in and tell them to lay off

keeps a travel heating pad in her car and has lend it to you on multiple occasions

she’s overall a great friend and never fails to prove it <3

“Oh sweetie…” Britta starts as she looks at your slumped over figure, head parked face down on the table. “My everything hurts.” You mumble against the wood.

Without another word Britta turns on her heel to grab her portable heating pad. Soon she returns and hands you the heating pad, patting your head as you sit back up. “You’re the best Britta.” You gratefully smile up at her, leaning your weight into her side. She smiles and squeezes you in a side hug. “Anytime buddy, anytime.”

Abed

remember in season 2 when it’s revealed that Abed charted the girls’ periods?

…yeah me too.

sorry babes but you’re also totally on that chart

this man carries both pads and chocolate in his bag (designated pockets for each!) just in case any of his lady friends and period having pals need either

there was a point in time where he was curious about what periods were like and absolutely researched the hell out of the topic

is now a certified period expert

because of that he doesn’t use euphemisms to refer to periods, absolutely uses the medical terms

invites you over for movie night in which y’all watch all your faves and sappy comfort movies

Tears slip down your face as “A Simple Life” plays in the background, Carl and Ellies life together flashing on the screen. Abed silently observes you from his position on the couch, handing you a box of tissues as soon as he notices the tears.

You nod gratefully, taking the box in your hands and wiping away the remaining tears. “Abed?” you ask. He looks back to you quizzically, waiting for you to continue. “You really don’t have to do this, I know only watching my favorite movies is a bit boring so…Thank you.” He comfortingly pats your knee before saying, “”You and me, we are in a club now”. We’re friends and if that means being here with you, I’ll do it anytime.” Let’s just say you cried a little more at that.

Shirley

quite coy when it comes to talking about periods not too big a deal though

but when she sees you’re suffering—

mother hen mode: activated

asking all of the questions to see how you’re doing

see Shirley knows you’re grown and can handle yourself but that doesn’t stop her from paying a little more attention to you when you’re on your period

bakes all the chocolate goods

and they are amazing you honestly could cry

has pain killers and tampons in case of emergency

she is actually so sweet to you (which is nothing new but it’s more noticeable during this time)

if the symptoms are really intense she absolutely prays for you (lowkey worried that you are being tormented by the devil LMAO)

This week has been booty and today sealed the deal. The abdominal pain has been astronomical and you honestly felt like you were going to keel over at any moment.

Sluggishly you made your way out of the library, getting barely a few steps out the door before you heard Shirley call out to you. “Hey Shirley what’s u—“ before you could finish your sentence you’re cut off by Shirley shoving a box in your hands. A box full of brownies, cookies, and chocolate covered strawberries. You look back up to her face shocked and touched beyond belief.

“I noticed this week has been tough for you and I wanted to remind you that someone’s in your corner. I hope this helps you feel better sweetie.” She smiles sweetly and you can’t help but tear up. Thanking her profusely you give her a tight hug before making your way home, excited to devour your delicious gift.

Annie

absolutely made a code word to notify each other when either of you get your period

it’s something absolutely ridiculous like “i’m hungry for blueberry muffins”

very much embarrassed when talking about periods, hushed whispers and euphemisms out the wazoo

carries literally everything that one could need for a period emergency

pain killers, portable heating pad, pads and tampons of every kind

if you ever need any of the aforementioned items she will literally sprint across campus to get them to you if need be

low key treats you like the younger sibling she never got (being the youngest in her family and in the study group she is trilled) it only intensifies when you’re on your period

“Ok so! I have ibuprofen, tylenol, advil, tums—“ you cut her off with a small laugh and shake of your head. “Annie I’m fine! It’s barely a headache. Worst comes to worst I’ll just sit in a dark and quite room for a while.”

As soon as the words left your mouth another sharp pain shoots through your head, you visibly cringe at the sensation. She eyes you nervously, clearly still concerned about your well-being. “Ok dark room, I can do that!” She exclaimed, the volume causing you to wince a little. She quickly hops up out of her seat and shuts off the lights to the study room. She then shrugs off her sweater and folds it into a small pillow, placing it on the table in front of you. “You should sleep for a bit, use this. Don’t worry I won’t let anyone disturb you.”

Before you can protest she runs out of the room and closes the doors. You smile and shake your head at her antics, reminding yourself to thank her later. You silently take her advice, falling into a nice sleep in the silence of the study room guarded by your beloved neurotic chosen sister.

Troy

we all know this man is a himbo

clueless to the max

all he knows is that periods suck and cause a lot of pain and bleeding (that’s actually so scary to him LMAO)

after finding this out Britta gives him the run down with Abed chiming in now and then…he’s mortified LOL

has totally used Abeds chart before

knowing about when it occurs, he is a total sweetheart when you’re on your period

compliments you more (albeit a bit clumsily) to make sure you feel good about yourself during this time

carries an extra water bottle around to make sure you are hydrated to avoid headaches

You’re making popcorn in the kitchen for the movie night you’re spending with Abed, Annie, and Troy when negativity creeps up on you. You feel like crap, physically and mentally. You’re irritable, sad, and tired all at the same time and this shift in behavior does not go unnoticed. You had been snippy all day due to how terrible you felt and you even snapped at your friends. And now you felt worse with the guilt of that encounter eating at you.

As you ruminate on those thoughts you feel a presence behind you. You don’t get the chance to turn around before you feel arms wrap around you, pulling you into a hug. You look to the hands of who is holding you and realize it’s Troy, though you could have guessed that based on the action alone. You relax, leaning your weight into his front and letting his warmth wash over you. His presence alone sweeps away the cloud of negativity previously plaguing you.

After a while he releases his hold on you and moves to deal with the popcorn, shooting you a caring smile as he does so. Before he can exit the kitchen you place a hand on his shoulder and whisper a small thank you. “That’s what friends are for. Besides, I like hugs.” He grins and you can’t help but return it. You follow him back to the tv room, settling down to continue your marathon surrounded by your loved ones.

[hyukassubi]

🪡 17 | The ‘S’ In ‘Seamstress’ Stands For ‘Soulmate’

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis -> Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea.

Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead.

... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Wc -> 944

Newsreading over espresso on an early autumn morning while ignoring the helpless screeching of crows wasn’t how Taehyun pictured his career to go, yet he’s doing exactly that over his bedroom balcony, Beomgyu next to him mixing up a slimy concoction with plastic utensils.

Above here, with this view, Taehyun often times sits here in silence, villain-face on, seething.

At least that’s what it looks like.

“How long did you say the dye will last? A few years?” Taehyun flips the pages of the newspaper, a brief run down of all the other princes of neighbouring kingdoms having achieved something. Something ‘great’, starting generational movements, so to speak.

Taehyun, unironically, did not care.

Beomgyu whisked away the slime, “As long as you’d like it to last!... Hopefully.” and then whispers to himself as quietly as he can, which isn’t at all quiet. “… needs more pink… needs more glitter…”

Taehyun snapped his eyes back at Beomgyu, “You are not adding glitter into the dye.”

“Oh yes I am!”

“…”

”… Please?”

”…”

“…FIne—”

“A pinch, and no more.” Taehyun said in all seriousness, pointer finger to the sky sliding from left to right. “I want my hair looking like strawberry froyo, not the Milky Way galaxy.”

Beomgyu continues stirring until a thick grime of pink bubbles up inside of the bowl, knowing all too well everything after this will go smoothly.

Everything will be okay.

Dying the prince’s hair pink was the last thing you expected to do today.

There, at your door stood Crowned Prince Taehyun eighteen and inching… so subtly… over you. Like, you actually had to tilt your head backwards to look at his face, which, in the trajectory of your whole friendship, you’ve never done before?

All you could do was blink, wondering for a second why that mattered as much as it did now…

“I’m sorry, me? Dying your hair?” A featherpen and yellowing-paper sits at your desk, Taehyun had noticed, not the usual sets of fabrics and needle plushes and boards hung up full of rough design drafts.

Even the sight of that alone was refreshing for him. “Yes queen, you’re the chosen one.”

You could’ve asked him, ‘Me?’

‘…Why?’

’Why me?’

‘There’s a whole lot of hairstylists out there so why me?’

The next couple of words that came out of your mouth went a little something like this:

“Hm, I guess I’ll give it a shot.”

It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

You and Taehyun, Taehyun and you. Together. Nearing the pond over a picnic blanket, watching as its miniscule waves brush by the grass.

Taehyun, in all his princeliness, allowing the warm sun to kiss his skin given that spring has arrived just days ago.

You, his seamstress, pick apart at his hair, clipping random uneven bunches up using neon heart-hair clips.

You can’t help but ask. “Pink? Of all colours, you chose pink?”

“That sounds kinda sexist, the way you’re wording it.”

“No, I just thought… well, since you’re unofficially the prince of sass, maybe… purple would suit you better?”

“Purple?”

“I dunno, any colour that screams ‘I mean serious business, don’t even try me’.”

Taehyun smiled and… it was the first time in a long time you saw the prince light up the way he did, still unsure whether it was real or out of habit but… was that a bad thing?

“I guess that would fit me… but no.” Taehyun stares blankly into the pond, “I wanted to go for something… softer. Something different. Because people change, don’t they?”

“So… you’re dethroning yourself from that Prince of Sass position?”

“As if. No one will ever replace me but… there’s so much more you haven’t… we haven’t…”

There it was, in his eyes lied a certain emptiness that never quite sat there before:

Yearning.

The mixing of the pink sludge in the plastic bowl came to an excruciatingly long stop, or at least it felt that way. The way realization hit you, that, the more time went by, the more focused you were on your career, the more the people who once brought meaning into your life seemed to have grown, too.

And you weren’t there to watch it.

Taehyun didn’t drastically change, he was the same old prince from before… was he?

"…We haven't really talked in a really long time." You mindlessly mention. "I can't remember the last time we..." talked.

When Huening Kai left, when was it really, the last time you even saw the prince?

And instead of hating you for it, instead of belittling you or shaming you for being such a blind-sighted ‘friend’, he says slowly, "It isn't your fault. None of it is. I'm looking forward to spending more time in the future with you." you're all I have, the only special thing I have, he didn't mention.

Somehow, you can feel those words unspoken.

The rest of the afternoon was spent painting strands of hair pink and choking down silent tears.

Yeonjun came into the tent in a white tank and cropped joggers half-eaten by the dragon on their previous joint slay, toothbrush in hand, toothpaste foaming in his mouth. “Commander cutie patootie Kaiiii, we’re ordering drinks right now do you wan— Oh my—” Yeonjun’s toothbrush fell out of his hand and santa beard smothered his chin.

On a hammock (Yeonjun bought solely for his Commander), Huening Kai laid there buried in at least ten thousand sheets of paper and five plushies on his bedside.

“Can’t talk right now.” He flips to read another letter Yeonjun has never seen in his life. “I’m doing hot boy things.”

Yeonjun zipped the front of the tent shut.

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[mysteriouslee]

lee!alex switch!sam switch!clover ler!gladis

Today was a slow day, the girls had no assignments, no classes, no dates and for what it seemed, no missions. Thank Christ for that.

Sam lay on her bed, curled up with a good book, listening to Ricky Mathis. Suddenly she heard a shriek from Clover. Then she got up to see the commotion. When she opened her door she witnessed a giggling Alex running as fas as she can away from a determined Clover.

"What's going on!" She yelled, grabbing on to Clover before she ran down the stairs.

"It's Alex! I was trying out this new outfit I got yesterday, then when it was over my head, she snuck up on me and tickled me! I fell over and almost tore the tag off" explained the blonde.

The red head sighed and shook her head. For the past week Alex had been pulling pranks on them and sneaking up on them to tickle them then run away.

"I say it's high time we get ourselves a nice cold dish of revenge" the green clad spy said with a smirk.

Two hours later....

The girls went out for a little while the returned to their dorm. In between Sam and Clover was Alex eating the froyo they bought her.

"I'll pay you guys back as soon as possible, I swear" said the ravenette.

Sam and Clover smiled sweetly and very suspiciously.

"Don't you worry your cute little head about Alex, it's on the house" responded the red clad spy.

"You guys are acting weird"Alex accused, stepping back warily.

"Alex c'mon, we just wanted to treat you,since you want to pay us back, would you mind giving us a hug" Sam asked nicely, however her exspression seemed suspicious.

Alex stared at them with suspicion as they closed in to hug her.

"This has nothing to do with messing with you guys all week, right guys? The orange clad spy questioned.

"What ever do you mean" Clover said awkwardly.

That settles it.

Alex attempted to get away, however Clover over dived foward, toppling over all three of them.

"Oh no you don't!"exclaimed Clover.

Sam found her way on top of Alex beside Clover. "Guhuhys" Alex began giggling nervously.

"Oh Alex, we havent done anything to you yet" Sam pointed out

"Ihih knohow, I cant hehelp ihihit" the ravenette covered her face in embarrassment. Sam and Clover looked over at their friend fondly, giggling to each other. "Just let us know when we go too far Al" Sam said, ruffling Alex's hair. Alex felt delicate nails tracing up her back and the restrained giggles were quick to follow. Next, she felt Sam's palms against her sides. Sam pinched and squeezed Alex's sides up and down and Alex buried her face in the carpet. Sam moved down to Alex's hips and the shriek was immediate. "SAHAHAMMYYYY" screamed Alex.

Clover leaned down to give Alex raspberries on her neck. Alex's whole body convulsed and she tried to buck Clover and Sam off with all her might. "It can't be that bad Alex" Clover remarked

"It is for Alex, she's the most ticklish person I've ever come across" Sam teased

" *snort* PLEAHAHAHASE" Alex cried out "Please what ?" asked Clover Alex shook her head, she wasn't falling for that this time......like the other bajillion and counting times.

A few minutes passed and Samantha and Clover had a managed to reduce Alex to a mess. Alex indicated that she couldn't handle anymore and just as they let up, a trap door opened beneath them. The trio plummeted into Jerry's office, groaning as they nearly missed the couch. "Greetings ladies" Jerry welcomed. "Jer, can I have like a couple minutes to recuperate, Sam and Clover almost just killed me" Alex sighed

"You deserved it you goblin" Clover retorted, reaching over to poke Alex. Jerry snickered at their shenanigans and Gladis's eye seemed to focus in on Clover. Suddenly a few mechanical arms reached over and began tickling Clover, on and under her knees and on her shins, which just so happened to be her worst spots. " *snort* AHAHAHAGLAHADIHIIS" shrieked the blonde. "I'll avenge you Alex" Gladis stated robotically. Sam noticed Gladis turning their gaze over to her, and before she could register anything, mechanical hands were now attacking her stomach. Sam threw here head back and dissolved into cackles. " *hic* *snort* NAHAHAHAH" Sam let out hysterically.

Jerry sighed, I guess the mission can wait a few minutes.

[allieebobo]

Would any of the CTOS characters go and see Challengers?

Take my answer with a pinch of salt because I have not yet seen the movie, but:

Emerson would be clamoring to go watch it as a team (they're the one usually most plugged in about New Movies. "It has TENNIS! It has ROMANCE!!" they would shout, flapping their arms about. "What more could one ask for?"

Sam loves movies and loves tennis media, so they'd be the first one (well, alongside Emerson) to hear about the movie and attempt to persuade everyone they know to go watch it. They'd probably even suggest watching it with MC 'simultaneously', in separate cinemas, texting reactions throughout..

Deepal, shrugging, would follow that up with, "I miss the froyo place by the cinema. I'm in" — though I think they'd generally be down to watch Challengers, it has plenty of drama, humor, and there's a love triangle. "Too bad there are no dance numbers," would be their only criticism — they'd grown up on a steady diet of Bollywood movies, after all.

Tobin would most likely want to watch the movie as a team activity — and have dinner after; they'd offer to drive, and if anyone were still on the fence, that would probably tip the scales even further in favor of going to watch the challengers.

Max would be down, immediately. Blake would be in it for Zendaya, probably — they're not exactly Gen-Z, but they are about as obsessed with Zendaya as the average Gen-Z person (honestly I feel like this is a fair statement but is a terrible generalization I plucked out of my ass).

Lee, depending on whether or not the movie is actually good, would throw their support behind Emerson, or scoff quietly and proceed to dissect the movie and tear it apart (if bad). Generally I think they usually go for more indie movies + movies with more POC/queer rep though.

Akimi would probably not be super into the movie since they usually like wacky absurdist / thriller / horror movies, but would eventually agree, "so long as you guys promise to choose a horror movie for the next team movie sesh."

Jacks would not be that interested, but eventually be dragged along / swept up by Emerson's enthusiasm (they've never been very good at saying no to Emerson).

Rayyan would also be pretty 'meh' about it. "I'd rather play tennis than watch tennis, and if I wanted to watch tennis, I'd rather watch actual tennis," they'd grumble. Eventually though, they'd give in (probably), because they're not as immune to Tobin/Deepal/ the rest of the team's badgering as they try to appear. Depending on the movie, they might even end up enjoying it.

The movie would not be on G's radar at all, but if someone suggested watching it with them, they'd probably not disagree — they enjoy watching all sorts of things, and with MC being a tennis player, they'd probably be interested in learning more about tennis. D would be curious as well, and probably rally the rest of the hall to watch it together. Addie would probably think it's a waste of time (oof, harsh) but might come if they have a close relationship with MC.

Coach Sy would probably not watch it. She has a soft spot for nature documentaries and mysteries, and Challengers doesn't quite cut it. Coach Jones would probably watch it — he's very into sports movies.

Think that covers everyone?

[hermanunworthy]

hero hcs bc she deserves some rad facts of her own

- heros fave original anime (as in not a disney remake) is saiki k. she relates to saiki bc she too wishes to be an ordinary person w/o any special powers or destiny. saiki was also her trans awakening bc during middle school she read the manga and when saiki was able to just decide to switch genders she was like "why dont i just do that??"

- hero barely gets acne. shes actually been blessed w pretty good skin. but as soon as normal started getting acne, she subconsciously started developing a skin picking disorder out of anxiety thats left her skin looking just as bad as his (however she gets worried whenever normal takes too long in the bathroom and always tries to stop him whenever he starts to pick at his own skin)

- hero met erica and margarita through taylor and decided to introduce them to anime during the two months where margaritas dad was too busy watching anime w taylors friends so she could spite him. turns out she really really likes both these girls now. and they really really like anime (and hero too) now

- hero loves to accessorize. she particularly loves to collect hairclips and chewelry necklaces. shes also the one who taught normal how to make kandi

- hero is a decent driver but an awful parker. u can always tell which car is hers bc it will be super embarrassingly crooked. normal usually has to really squeeze in between cars when he gets out from the passenger seat

- hero is a big fan of funny novelty t-shirts. whenever shes not wearing something fandom specific u can bet that shell be wearing a shirt w some stupid text on it that she clearly bought on impulse

- hero likes to spend her tip money on little treats after every work day. sometimes even non vegan stuff bc she thinks she deserves a break every now and then (which is quite often for her). she always just lies and says work ran late

- hero actually prefers frozen yogurt over ice cream but would never admit that to her family. shell get ice cream when hanging out w others but takes herself out to froyo

- hero considers hermie one of The Girls and also treats her like a little sister (i mean they are siblings in law). sometimes she invites them to girls night or other things when hermie gets left out and gives him advice about her brother

- hero is a top student at her school and practically runs the stem program there (she wants to major in astronomy when she goes to college). she has the potential to be super good at pe too but purposefully doesnt put in her full effort so she can at least appear average at that

- hero chooses guys to have crushes on. she just picks whatever weird guy she comes across and then writes self insert fanfics about them. she might be a lesbian but doesnt even realize that (just give her time shes having fun for now)

- hero is actually a very talented writer but unfortunately she wastes her potential on the stupidest most obscure fandoms. she makes fun of normal for what he writes about but she is not much better than him

- hero swears that as soon as she gets her braces off, shes gonna be chewing bubblegum all the time. can u tell that shes very much an oral stimmer

- heros fave color is teal. her old worn out teal hoodie is one of her comfort items and she wears it most of the time

- heros glasses have been crooked since she got them and it annoys her all the time but she just hasnt gotten around to getting them fixed

[ursogoldenn]

october 6, 2024 dear diary...

sooo i kinda forgot to do one of these for yesterday and friday so this is kinda for all the three day weekend. friday was productive!! i woke up i think around 9?? and then i did my chem homework which is the left pic i tried to take an aesthetic picture of it lol. then i did some english stuff and caught up on anything else. then i just kinda sat around. i finished the outline for one of my books so i need to start writing it- i wrote 2 books in 2023 and theres NO WAY im coming out of 2024 without writing another. november is coming up and i need to start because nanowrimo!! even tho theyre pro ai :/ so i have to find an alternative im still gonna do the 50k words in a month thing. and then yesterday was meh, i didnt do much. mostly just sat around. then today i woke up at 12 again :( i got up and got ready cuz my friend and i were gonna go thrift shopping but her mom said no because she couldnt drive us (neither of us have our licence YET) and she didnt want us walking anywhere because its too hot?? and i think its dumb really bc yeah it was like 98 degrees but that weather is normal here and we walk around in that heat all the time?? plus my friend is a runner so she RUNS in this weather, plus we wanted to go walk to froyo so it wouldnt even be that bad. but WHATEVER she ended up coming over and we did each others hair and i taught her something on the piano and we just kinda hung out. and then yeah im all caught up on weekened hw, my spanish teacher FINALLY put in the grade for the quiz and i got 40/43!! not 100% but i'll take what i can get. then we have a chem test on wednesday, i need to lock in and study because i dont understand chem and my grade is barely hanging on to an 80%... my teacher is really nice though she said if i still dont understand after this then she'll help me individually and go over things at lunch or something. so yeah im looking forward to this week- and only 11 more days until my concert!!! im sooo exctied to see conan yayayaya

proud of myself for: doing all weekend homework on friday looking forward to: taking pics in photography class tomorrow song stuck in my head: sweater weather by the neighborhood

[stunie]

hello sweetie zevieeeee , i hope you’re feeling amazing amazing AMAZING !!

it’s been a little bit BUT:

the clio cushions were pretty nice but the shades were way too light for me 😭😭 n i ended up switching to tirtir !!

ALSO! i saw your answer to an ask about skincare n i also use the same torriden cream oml

anywho, how have your week been :>

—🐋

my precious 🐋 nonnie !!!!! i’ve been good! i’ll feel even better once i finally finish this fic > < it’s been here for so long. and i hope you’re well ?!?! how are you omg

oh they were too light ): i’ve had that w one of cushions i’ve tried a while ago. aaaa especially since i have a pretty bad tan right now too fsnsmsmsm but tirtir !!! ill look !! ive been wanting a new foundation for a bit :’)

STOP. WE USE THE SAME MOISTURIZER AND LIKE THE SAME FROYO & ICE CREAM FLAVOR ?!?? stop stop. omg. what’s ur mbti ?! IM REALLY CURIOUS NOW. ok wait . i retook it and my thing completely changed here’s mine :^)

[fairysylveon]

Favorite things/headcanons about jackothy and katarhys GO!!!

OH MAN it's so hard for me to put things into words but I'll try

jackothy

I headcanon a lot of codependency over the years honestly, jack is the only person who knows who tim really is, and tim is the only one allowed to see past jack's mask (both literal and metaphorical) on account of "being an extension of jack", so they're driven together despite how much tim hates jack. BUT I also headcanon that they love each other in weird and complicated ways, jack's is initially driven by narcissism but eventually he grows to like tim for his differences too, especially as someone who's not afraid to mouth off to him because it's kinda refreshing, and also the aforementioned codependency. and tim, well, he still hates jack, but all that time with him and only him creeps up on him and he grows these strange but undeniable feelings of undying loyalty and love. because he's lonely, he'd always been lonely, even his own mom didn't love him, and as fucked up as this thing is with jack, it's filling a hole that desperately needed filling, and he's taking what he can get even if he can't stand himself for it. and maybe he's relieved when jack dies because he has an out that isn't betraying jack, because before jack dies he does think about it, he thinks about killing jack in his sleep, thinks about not letting go when they're fighting and he's got his hand around jack's throat, but he just can't ever seem to go through with it because his entire identity is so intertwined with this man and he's his only real "friend", and that's so sad and frustrating for him but it's true, too. I just love tim with very complicated feelings of attachment/devotion/love to jack that he HATES but he just can't shake it because he's kind of pathetic and very lonely

other headcanons I like: attack dog tim, being the tip of jack's spear. whether or not he likes that changes based on what I'm in the mood for LOL. also they fist fight regularly because they piss each other off, and sometimes (often) it becomes erotic as it continues. (tim pretty much always wins, because he's stronger & has more experience actually fighting for his life)

canon things I like: jack flirting with tim at every opportunity, also that LINE, the fucking line where he's like "you're making me anxious" because tim is so hot? that's good shit. tim being so attractive to him that he acts wildly ooc because he's just. so into him is SO FUN AND GOOD. tim being bound to him not only contractually but physically too, unable to separate himself from jack, seeing jack when he looks in the mirror, it's soooo sad and so good. jack making tim do porn is very toxic and good (which btw, "made him" could literally just mean "he paid me too much to refuse", I have always wanted more details about HOW he "made" tim do it). tim in the jackpot being surrounded by statues and holograms and posters of his dead lover/abuser? constantly unable to go even a day without the reminder of jack? hell yeah. also "I'm not you, jack" is SUCH a good line. AUGH. I love them.

katarhys

I loooove rhys being begrudgingly into kat and kat's admiration for him, but in a way that he doesn't indulge until he's at a low point. like, calling him up when he's lonely, bored, drunk, etc. and he KNOWS it's a bad idea EVERY TIME but he does it anyway because it feels good to have someone SO into him, even if he's also kinda creeped out by it. I also love them indulging in guro shit because... I just love it, it's just FUN, and kat has at lines about stabbing/slicing rhys so it's just.... Good. I also like to play up how much of a stalker kat is by having him install cameras in places to keep tabs on rhys. I don't have a lot of actual headcanons I can think of right now because canon is so good LOL

canon things I like: I love kat seemingly knowing EVERYTHING there is to know about rhys, including his favorite froyo place. he's clearly been keeping tabs on rhys so it's fair to say that at least some degree of stalking (at least virtually) is in place in canon and that's sooo good. "DO YOU NEED ANOTHER LOVE TAP" "IF I STAB YOU, RHYS, YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT'LL BE RIGHT IN THE CHEST, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT BROS DO!" "who cares about them, I'm doing this for us." "I'm gonna slice you in haaa~aalf." kat disguising himself as zer0 to make rhys think he's been betrayed. KAT IS SUCH A FUN CHARACTER he's just so good and I love all his dialogue and I love how obsessed he is with rhys, THEY'RE SO GOOD I LOVE THEM!!!