#i was like 'oh ive dealt with you before. this is like when i got addicted to my weed gummies. i overcame that and i can overcome you.'

[useful-boy]

Latest health struggle has me tangoing with addiction, which is pretty cool, and only strengthens my belief that I simply cannot afford to be addicted to anything

Got to take percocept from a friend yesterday to help with my back because it got Really Really bad and was causing me agony to walk, but I still have a few weeks before I get to see the doctor again because "one month of back pain isn't usually enough for us to look into, come back after two", and the muscle relaxers they gave me don't do shit, so. I was desperate. Fucked up is how she said they were the strongest kind you can legally get prescribed, and it only mostly took away the pain for 8 hours. Mostly. That's how bad my back is.

Once it left my system I definitely started feeling withdrawal symptoms. Breathing faster, anxious, felt kinda sick, needed to take another for more than just pain, I needed to have it in me, but I only have one left, and I knew I needed to save it for closer to me moving the last of my stuff out of my apartment with my sister, so I just lay there trying my best to ignore it/fall back asleep, and my willpower won out over the demon pill because it's a quarter past 6 now and I still have the pill.

Once the pharmacy opens up I'm gonna call to get my naproxen filled again... It ain't shit compared to perc, but it'll at least make things manageable while I wait until I've suffered enough to be allowed back at the doctor.

Oh yeah: the funny part of all this to me is that after I initially took the pills (plural because I got two percs and two muscle relaxers from friend) I was like "How do people get addicted to these, this isn't even fun like when you get weed high, you're just a bit floaty" only to later feel that "Oh. Oh you just Want to not be without them. I see. Well we have to wait so stop that."

[slasherbvnnie]

Until We Found You | Part VIII

Hello again, part viii is finally out. One last chapter left of this series. I hope it’s been enjoyable so far. This one is a bit short, but don’t worry. The next part will be longer. Tomorrow will officially be the last update. I hope you all return for the next series I write. You know the drill, heed the tags below.

Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Poly!Ghostface x reader, NSFW, All characters 18+

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII  Part IX

Word Count: 954

You stumbled on your feet a little as you walked downstairs, in a daze as Stu set you onto the counter. He gave you a kiss on the cheek before heading outside to help Billy with Colton, you grimaced as you saw him and looked away. “Awe come on sweetheart, I saw the photos you had of Casey and Steve in your room,” Billy said with a chuckle, “It’s different in real life, huh? After they die though, it’s kinda the same as seeing it online or in photos. They don’t look real anymore,” he said as you shook your head, “my side hurts,” you said as you looked to them.

Stu was quick to look over your wounds, glaring at Billy and punching his shoulder. “You hit deep, fuckrag,” he said as you whimpered. “Come on sweetie, you’re strong, you can last a little longer, right?” Stu said as he cupped your cheek, your eyes began to well with tears again as you nodded. “Yeah, I can,” you said with a sniffle. Billy was by your side now, kissing you and apologizing over and over as he patched you up. “Come on, little bunny, we gotta get ready now, Tate’s gonna be here soon,” he said as he kissed your cheek and helped you off the counter.

You were sat on the floor of Stu’s kitchen, feeling a jab at your shoulder and blinking in surprise when you saw Dewey hovering above you. “Hey kid,” he said, tears in his eyes as he looked at you. “Dewey,” you said softly, sniffling and letting out a little yelp as he picked you up. “You’re pretty good with a sewing kit by the looks of it,” he said as he looked to the first aid kit next to you. “Oh, yeah, my mom taught me…” you mumbled out, squinting when you saw the daylight. You didn’t remember what time last night you had fallen asleep. You remember Tatum coming back to the house, after the boys dealt with her you remember being in the back of Stu’s car. Stu stayed with you until Billy gave him his queue, after that, things got a little blurry. You remember them hyping each other up about something and their groans, you remember the blood on the kitchen floor of…Stu’s house. After that you remember one of the boys trying to stitch up the wound they gave you, to make it more believable they said. You couldn’t remember which one of them it was, at that point you had began to get a little dizzy.

“Stu…Billy… Where? Are they okay?” You asked as Dewey looked to you. “We’re still taking a look around the house. We’ll let you know if we find them, okay?” He said as he brought you to the ambulance, setting you down for the EMS to check on you. As the minutes passed you saw gurneys with black bags being hauled out, Dewey walking to his patrol car and crying, but eventually you saw Stu on a gurney. Your heart fluttered knowing he was okay, you looked to the paramedic and asked if you could go check on him, thanking them and slowly walking over, being mindful of your injuries. “Stu,” you called out, the older boy looking at you and smiling. “Hey,” he said as he reached for your hand. A moment later you saw Billy, feeling relieved knowing both of them were okay.

You rubbed at your eyes as a few tears fell, feeling everything from the last few hours hitting you like a ton of bricks. You could hear voices in the background, looking up when you heard your parents calling your name. You groaned as they ran to hug you, Stu’s hand slipping from your grip. “I’m okay, really, it’s just a scratch,” you tried to play off, receiving even stronger hugs and more kisses from them.

You noticed a few officers making their way towards you and Stu, both gladly giving them the same story of what happened that night.

All about how ghostface tried to attack you on the porch, how the three of you did your best to get out before learning it was mr prescott behind the mask. How he was going berserk because of the anniversary of Maureen. After he thought he wounded the three of you he left in Stu’s car, meanwhile the three of you were left wounded and exhausted.

It wasn’t long until you could hear the shuttering of cameras and announcements in stuck up news reporter voices not too far. The paramedics treated you, but with the prices of ambulances your parents opted to drive you to the hospital themselves. You looked to your side as you walked to your parents car, seeing Gale Weathers and her henchman with the camera. You frowned, shooting your middle finger at them before climbing into the car. You looked out the window, smiling as you saw the boys parents taking them back into their cars and away from the crime scene.

You were happy to know they were okay, to know they were getting their big dream of being directors of their own movie, to know you all could finally be together. Although you hated the way the girls were left, you couldn’t deny the little twinge of jealousy from last night. They had Billy and Stu all to themselves for so long, when the boys revealed themselves to you, you felt jealous to know Tatum and Sidney had been with them. Despite the small amount of sadness you had now that they were dead, you felt a bit of happiness knowing they were gone and you could have the boys to yourself now instead.

[boxheadpaint]

juice induced hill depression. Back on meds again and hopefully going to get in touch with a new psych who can prescribe me something else. Have been very tired and unjoyful the past week but better now and playing modded Skyrim, initially just to make my oc in it but then just kept slamming more thangs in there. Mod that puts bunny rabbits everywhere. Also is there a mod that adds cute animal ears/suits as wearables or one that even makes the girl armor less sucks. Like im either fully leaning into the immersion breaking for self indulgence sake or im getting rid of the annoying shit.

visiting mom in Vegas earlier this month was nice except for the part where I hate Vegas. I know im not great with travel and settling into places can be a tough one for my brain but also my god it’s just evil there. Brilliantly so but still evil. I would have loved to enjoy the scenery surrounding the place more as deserts are just very beautiful and fascinating places but at no point during the day was the temperature less than a full hundred degrees Fahrenheit. It barely dropped during the night either. Between that and varying physical ailments (Oof Ouch My Digestive Sensitivities Lol) (Oof Ouch My Tendons Lol) (Oof Ouch The Agony Caused By Using Stairs Lol) it was the perfect conditions to be a miserable pile when I wanted to be with my family. As sad I was to part ways again I was not sorry to leave that place. Gained a new appreciation for changing up what I eat randomly to keep my body on its toes. At one point mom brought us to a pub and her husband asked for Diet Pepsi while I asked for regular Pepsi. Visually there’s no difference so we got handed the others pepsi and swapped. And then later after he refilled his Diet Pepsi another waiter came up and wordlessly refilled mine as well. With Diet Pepsi. Wasn’t even asked. Fucking stunned. Also went to a near dead mall that was nice anyway

stuck on brain zaps as a symptom of Specifically antidepressants withdrawal. There’s some things describing them as “mini seizures” in function. To me it’s like the body noticing the usual isn’t happening for some reason so it tries to jumpstart the brain into working good like before. universities I can go to with my theories. Back in and at it this week, hopefully to remain consistent for longer than before which will also likely help with the depression and anxiety. More people should just put stuff in their blood if they can

it can be embarrassing to express your misery more clearly to someone, specifying the fact fact thoughts running through your head. But then again it’s only embarrassing because your mind convinced you so, and will convince you that holding it in is also cruel and selfish. Finding it funny that animals probably don’t have as complex spirals and bouts of depression because they dont have a language to articulate to themselves in their own heads that something is awful in a very specific and contradicting way. Or actually no because there is still pattern recognition but that’s more a paranoia learned thing. Is there an animal that can randomly, for seemingly no reason evident to anyone including itself, experience crushing dread and self doubt. Is there an animal that feels shame besides man

had a tilt table test that was embarrassing too but for much more clear concrete reasons. Somehow didn’t know about that second part, and did complain through most of the first part because Oof Ouch Everything Hurts Lol. REALLY did not know the iv thing and had to once again sadly state that no, It has to go in the hand . I will say the experience was funny in the second part from the other ways because my first reaction was literally just “Uh Oh.” The moment I realized it was going to get worse. all I know is my blood pressure stayed consistent throughout, I don’t know what else im gonna hear about it. Hopefully something helpful.

is setting up an ABLE account difficult? Can anybody do it? It’s an issue dealt with by a lot of people but I should at least try to find a way to save money from benefits for the future or in case some stupid medical shit happens that the health won’t cover. I just looked up and saw Vinny sleeping while propping lubics head up with his foot. Hoping I can enjoy things normally again shortly,

8/26/2024, Still better than july

[mostlymaudlin]

just read every single one of your fics and prompts. ur so good i literally love everything you’ve ever written ever. would you be able to write (or recommend if you don’t fancy writing it) some wymack just being so good to neil and or andrew? being there for them, understanding them, i love parental wymack

hi anon 🧡 ty for being so nice!!! it has been a while since you asked this question, sorry. ive read a lot of excellent portrayals of wymack, but i don’t know that i could name any fics that really focus on this? as you probably know, i wrote one wymack pov fic, but it’s still mostly about andreil hahaha.

ANYWAY. i know you said parental, but i was kinda thinking abt the very unique role he serves. And I did write a little scene abt Andrew’s midnight break-ins to Wymack’s apartment 🤪 cw for vague mentions of past abuse/self-harm.

rated t, <1k

“And here’s the real kicker, Coach.”

Wymack is fairly certain that the information Andrew is about to deliver will not be the kicker. He’s fairly certain that it will only lead Andrew to another line of outrage about the thing he is always rattling on about these days when he breaks into Wymack’s liquor cabinet: Neil Josten.

“He doesn’t even listen to music!” Andrew says. “I know you see him running on that treadmill too, eyes glazed over like a goddamn zombie. I heard Boyd offer to let him borrow his iPod, and he went, ‘oh, no thanks, I don’t listen to music.’ And Boyd kept pushing him, trying to find out if he liked an obscure genre or something. But he is ambivalent to it. Be honest, Coach — did he grow up in some kind of satanic cult? Is he brainwashed? Is he going to hear some code word and go ape shit on us?”

Andrew is lying on his back on the sofa, dirty boots on the arm rest and a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand. He’d made significant progress on it before Wymack even got home, and Wymack can see it flushing his cheeks and ringing around his eyes.

Wymack has dealt with a lot of fucked up kids, but in some ways, Andrew is one of the most difficult. It’s not the violence or the bad manners or the obstinance — Wymack can deal with that shit all day long.

It’s nights like this that make Andrew such a challenge in Wymack’s head: Why does Andrew come here? What is he looking for? What has Wymack done to earn this frankly irritating privilege — and how can he make sure he doesn’t squash it?

Andrew doesn’t talk to anyone. Betsy doesn’t tell Wymack much about the kids, but even she has expressed worry at the layers of repression Andrew seems to hold.

But sometimes here, between casting Neil in various villainous roles or complaining about Kevin or stating his grievances with Palmetto State’s meal options, Andrew drops in something real. A comment about getting slapped by a foster mother. A crude joke about the scars Wymack already knows are on his arms. Hints toward some kind of big secret that Andrew seems to dangle in the air between.

It’s always casual. It always feels like a test. Wymack doesn’t know if he passes or fails — Andrew always just finds his next tangent and moves on.

Wymack rubs his temples. He must take too long to offer a grunt to indicate he’s listening, because Andrew looks over to where Wymack sits in his armchair.

“I don’t think Neil is religious,” Wymack finally offers.

“But would we really know?” Andrew asks. He sighs, dramatic, turning his head away again. “He doesn’t add up.”

“He’s hiding things,” Wymack agrees. “So is everyone else on the team.”

“Yes, but everyone else on the team isn’t as interesting.” Andrew brings the bottle to his lips again. “He’s a threat. But it would be less of a problem if he wasn’t so nice to look at. It’s very distracting.”

Well. Wymack didn’t see that coming.

Maybe he should have.

Andrew keeps his eyes on the ceiling, but the air is charged as he waits for Wymack’s reaction. Wymack holds in a heavy breath.

“Maybe you’re looking so much that you’re seeing stuff that isn’t there,” Wymack says.

“Ha,” Andrew says, but there’s little amusement in his voice. He tips his face toward Wymack, pointing with the bottle in his hands. “That’s a good one, Coach. But no. He’s definitely up to something, and I’m going to figure it out. How far is Millport from Area 51?”

“Far enough,” Wymack says.

Andrew hums. “He’s pretty fast. Maybe he escaped containment there and ran.”

Wymack snorts. “Report back when you’ve exhausted that theory. Preferably not in the middle of the fucking night.”

Andrew laughs. It’s not a joyful sound, but it’s familiar.

The are boundaries he’s supposed to maintain, and he knows Andrew wouldn’t want to have rules bent for him. The minute Wymack gives Andrew an open-door policy, he’ll never see him again. He’ll never get to see if he’s passing Andrew’s tests — he’ll never figure out if there’s something he can do.

So he’ll play the role. It’s not hard — he’s old and grumpy and tired. He’ll listen to Andrew bitch, even when it’s about these other kids whose names weigh heavy in his chest.

Maybe it will pay off, maybe it won’t. But this is the job. He has to be okay with these odds — they’re the best he’s going to get.

[brightdarkness-2013]

Chapter 13: Chapter 13!Hooray! And Not Late! Two in a Row!

Summary:Jazz gets one over his archenemy.

Things were not going well to say the least. Prowl was still ignoring me. My archenemy was still an ass. Still refusing food and getting weaker. He even had Prowl trying to encourage him to eat now, but no. Still stubborn and refusing anything that could help him. Ratchet and Aid had decided on pulling them out to independently apply the supplements and boosters to their skin. It was really the only thing they could do at this point. Prowl wasn’t going to be needing any more of it soon and pulling him out of the tank would set the other one off. So when we moved them we would just have to move them together and pull asshole out to be treated. So despite the fact that asshole was still asshole and Prowl was purposefully ignoring me I walked in with some pep in my step. Prowl glanced up briefly at my entrance with mild curiosity before my archenemy practically shot to his side. That however didn’t bother me too much at the moment.

“Ya have no idea what’s coming for ya.” I smirked at the growling mer. “Ya have a special appointment with the doc in about… I’d say ten minutes.”

Oh yeah he had no clue what was coming. I’d get some time with Prowl without interference. Asshole would be knocked out and too loopy to really do anything even when he got back. Things were looking up and this was going to be a regular thing for a while. Maybe I had nothing to do with this, but he didn’t know that and I had no doubt he’d blame me for his misfortune anyway. This was great. Fish zero. Jazz one.

“Ya know I really hope they shove some food down your throat while you’re in there too. Gives me some extra time without you here and maybe you’ll be less… You.”

I got a less than threatening snap. The show of fangs and the look of what I’d place as either hate or disgust was very ineffective. It might be worth more if I wasn’t separated safely by a thick wall of glass. Then there was the fact that he looked half dead already. Prowl was looking between us. Even I could tell he was sick of our little arguments if you could even call them that.

“Ya know you’d be a lot scarier if ya didn’t look like ya were about to keel over from starvation. Ya look like ya got thrown into a blender or something. Ya keep this up and you’re gonna end up with a tube down your throat and strapped to a table with an IV in your arm.”

He hissed at me. Scales puffing out in aggression to make him look larger than he was and pulling at wounds that struggled to heal.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t do that. I may not like ya, but come on some of those were healing. Keep ripping them open and you’re never going to get out of here. Do ya Really want to see me everyday?”

My scolding didn’t really do anything to help. Prowl however took it from there. A soft whistle and the larger one glanced back at him briefly before letting his scales fall back into place with a huff. He glared at me like it was my fault he had been scolded by Prowl. I just grinned at him and he bared his fangs again with another growl and hiss. Prowl glided down to rest on the floor of the bare tank with his pod member following closely. At least Prowl knew how to diffuse his pod mate. However the mildly at ease position didn’t last as the door opened. Prowl didn’t move as the other shot up again. He hovered over Prowl as he growled and struggled to keep track of everyone.

The calming solution mixed in with the water quickly it would only take a few minutes to start taking effect. It didn’t last long, but it would be enough until he was taken to the docs. However despite that we were reminded over and over again that we were to be careful around the aggressive mer. To be aware of all his movements and what not. The same old story every time we dealt with him. Prowl looked like he was going to fall asleep while his pod member practically lay over him now. Prowl didn’t look like he had a care in the world at this point and the asshole was fighting it like usual. It was kind of like he was trying to be mad, but he was failing rather spectacularly. We waited several more minutes before he was pulled out and wheeled down to the med bay.

“Well that’s that. It went smoother than I thought it would.” Arcee adjusted the collar of her wetsuit. “I thought he’d at least snap at us or something when we were securing him.”

“Eh. Don’t go questioning our blind luck. Just hope this keeps up for next time.” Blurr responded. “Seemed too focused on blocking Prowl from us like always.”

“... I think we have a name now at least. Cliff, Mirage, and I were discussing and we settled on a few, but Barricade seems to fit.”

“Barricade? I still think Asshole works fine.” I scoffed, but all I got was an eyeroll in reply.

“Well that’s one less thing to worry about. See you on patrol later, Jazz.” Blurr left us and I turned back to Prowl who was still a little lethargic.

“You’re next, pal, but I doubt you’ll give us trouble. I hope ya can talk some sense in your pod member before he gets himself killed.” I sighed and Arcee decided to respond.

“You and me both. I doubt he can do much more than try and encourage him to eat. The rest of it is on Barricade. It’s not his fault Barricades so stubborn.”

“Maybe we’ll get lucky and Ratch will force something into him while he’s at it.”

“I wouldn’t put it past him. I’m actually surprised that he hasn’t yet.”

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[sporesgalaxy]

relate to ur T thoughts a lot. I flip between "T could fix me" and "Oh god what if T makes everything worse"

part of my brain is an internalized dumb transmed who says I'm invalid if I don't medically transition and idk how to really get over that either

nodding sagely. I definitely felt the "Oh god what if T makes everything worse" feeling a lot more before I got OCD medication. Now I'm like high on the joy of being able to just chill in my own skin without wanting to rip it off and it's like, yoooo, what if T did this but More, and Emotionally? Crazyyyyy. This is why in the last year or so Ive switched from floundering abt if I even want to do it to floundering abt how in gods name Id go about it

AND BOOO TO THE DUMB TRANSMED IN YOUR BRAIN. i hope the brain transmed shrivels up and falls out soon </3 I dealt with worrying if Im valid so long ago I barely remember it which is wild to consider. After enough years of thinking about it constantly the evidence is just too overwhelming lol, even at times when Ive thought Id never get any medical change / just live closeted as my assigned gender forever.

I mean, you wanna change your gender in whatever way you aspire to because it'll make YOU happy to BE that way, right? So who are you being "valid" for? This is about you, yknow? Plus the human body is a freaky beast with a huge amount of variation and we are not a truly sexually dimorphic species so the rules are arbitrary and they were written by the same people who thought bloodletting was real medicine and anyone who tries to convince you otherwise is probably selling something and/or a eugenicist, so fuck 'em. Hope this helps!

[janinemel]

A Gift

author’s note: hi, sorry for not being active. ive been dealing with life but im in a stable place now. please feel free to send in requests to keep me writing!

Pairings: Egon Spengler x reader

Warning(s): a bit out of character, i haven’t been active much in the fandom.

Not proofread

Every year was the same, you spend Christmas alone and spend New Years alone. You were okay with that, until you met Egon Spengler. A local Ghostbuster, you met him during one of his busts because you had called them for help. Your apartment was being weird and you put up with it but when you began to see floating people standing by the end of your bed? You immediately called them up and asked them to come help you.

After they arrived and dealt with the problem, a certain Ghostbuster recognized your collection of books that were filled with ecosystems. He asked about it and you told him that you had a hobby of reading about ecosystems. Eventually, you both began to talk about it while the rest cleaned up the place and haven’t noticed how much time went by until ‘Peter’ interrupted you two. When you were given a quota of the payment for their services. you were surprised to see that it was cheap and you decided to give the payment up front.

The night ended with Egon dragging Peter away who was protested about the quota you were given and Ray apologizing before shutting the door. After that, you were intrigued with the Ghostbuster named Egon and hoped you would see him again. Christmas was coming up, you didn’t really have friends to spend time with so you just decorated your apartment while watching old Christmas movies. Maybe, because of how alone you’ve spent most of your life, you felt alone for the first time after meeting Egon.

Was it a bad thing? You’d like to think it wasn’t, after all, you didn’t know anything about him except his name and that he collected spores and fungus. It was nice talking to someone, especially about stuff you enjoyed and now, you just yearned for company.

Out of curiosity and desperation, you took out your embroidery supplies and began to embroider a handkerchief. You were thinking about making him a customized handkerchief with his initial and some fungi on it. If he asks why you made him this, you’d tell him that the holidays was coming up and you wanted to give him something in return for giving you a deal on their services.

After a few days, you finally built the courage to go see him and give him the handkerchief. You baked cookies just in case he thought it was weird that you brought him something and not for everyone else. You put effort into your appearance, telling yourself that it wasn’t weird and it was okay. (Was it?). After a nice walk, you found that the Ghostbusters headquarters wasn’t far from your apartment and just a little walk away. Your nerves began to act up, you felt yourself shake a bit and you unknowingly chewed on your bottom lip as you got closer.

Standing outside, you cleared your throat and prepared yourself. Part of you wanted to walk back to your apartment but the other part of you wanted to go in. You didn’t know how this was going to turn out and that scared you. What if Egon thinks this is weird and turns you away? Pushing yourself, you opened the door and peeked inside. It was very large inside, a car, equipment, tables, etc. It looked cool, you’ve never seen anything like this.

“Hello?” You called out, walking inside and looked around.

You noticed a woman sitting at a desk, she was flipping through a magazine and chewed on gum. You studied her for a bit, her hair was red and she wore a comfortable outfit. You liked it, you wanted to ask where she got her cardigan from. “Uh, hello?” You held the container of baked goods a bit too tightly for your liking, you never had an issue with speaking to strangers. The woman looked up and put down her magazine,”I am sorry, I didn’t hear you. How may I help you?” She asked. Her accent was heavy, it was nice to listen to.

“Oh, umh, I’m looking for the Ghostbusters? I would like to speak with them if that’s okay?” You asked. The woman nodded with a little smile,”Of course, just give me a second. Wait here, please.” She stood up and made her way around the desk. She walked upstairs, you heard faints voices and footsteps. You began to feel more nervous, was this weird? Maybe, you should run off and never come back.

Before you had a chance to make a final decision, you heard them coming down the stairs and you felt yourself stiffen. Here’s now or never. You felt your face warm up a bit when you seen Egon, he wore a lab coat and a suit. He looked so handsome in his attire and you felt yourself stare a little too long. “Thank you for waiting, here they are,” The woman says with a gentle smile before returning to her desk.“Oh, it’s Egon’s lover.” Peter teased, earning a little shove from Egon. You chuckled a bit at that, you shook your head and cleared your throat. “My name is [your name], if you had forgotten. Uh, I just wanted to come by and thank you personally for helping me.”

You showed them the container of baked goods, Ray took it and looked inside. He gasped,”Oh, you’re such an angel! They look and smell wonderful!” He complimented, you smiled at him and nodded your head. “Thank you, I am glad to hear that.” You fidgeted with the end of your scarf. Peter looked at you and back at Egon. He rose an eyebrow and nudged Ray’s arm. Ray stopped eating to ask him what, Peter motioned his head to you. After realizing, Ray nodded and closed the lid to the container.

“Thank you once again, Peter and I have something to do! Egon, show our guest to the door!” Ray and Peter rushed upstairs without another word.

Egon gave a weird look up at them as they ran up the stairs and looked at you. The two of you walked towards the door but you stopped and turned to him. You gave him a little nervous smile,”I…Uh, I wanted to give you something, if that’s okay with you?” You asked in such a nervous voice. Egon nodded and walked closer to you. You reached into your pocket and took out a neatly folded handkerchief. You extended your hands to him, Egon gently took it and looked at it.

He examined it and found that his initial and some mushrooms were embroidered on it. He never had anyone make him anything like this and he wasn’t sure how to thank you. You gave him a little smile and Egon felt something. “You told me you have a collection of spores and fungus so…I thought adding that would be nice…Do you like it?” You asked. Egon nodded and folded it up,”Yes, I like it very much. Thank you,” He said, rather too quickly which you noticed.

You felt yourself chuckle at that and fixed your scarf. “Well, I should be going. It..It was nice talking to you again.” You said. Egon tucked the handkerchief into his square pocket of his suit and he nodded, stepping away. You gave him a smile before opening the door to leave until you both heard Peter.

“Just ask each other out already!” He yelled.

You gave Egon an embarrassed look and grabbed the collar of your scarf. Egon straightened his tie a bit and walked closer to you. “Let’s talk outside without being disturbed.” He muttered, opening the door a bit more for the two of you. You two stepped outside and you gave a nervous laugh,”Peter doesn’t have a sense of boundaries, doesn’t he?” You said.

Egon pushed up his glasses,”Unfortunately but that is one of his qualities as he says.” You laughed a bit at that and fixed your jacket as you felt the wind. “He’s right, I’ve been wanting to talk to you again.” He said which made you happy, he was thinking of you? You smiled at him, you really hoped this worked out because you really enjoy his company.

“Assuming, you’d like to. Would you like to go out on a date?” Egon said, quickly and you noticed it again.

You laughed a bit, covering your mouth and he felt a bit embarrassed, was that a no? You nodded your head,”Yes, Egon. I would love to.” You say, reaching over and fixing the handkerchief so that a little mushroom was peeking over his pocket. Egon smiled a bit? He cleared his facial expression before clearing his throat,”I will pick you on tomorrow at 8, if that’s a reasonable time?” He asked. You nodded and began to walk down the steps.

“I look forward to it,” You say, turning to him.

Egon smiled slightly, you smiled because he looked so handsome with a smile and you turned away to walk home. Egon watched you leave, fidgeting with his handkerchief and smiled upon remembering that you made it for him. A gift, from someone he found interesting and hoping would be more than that.

[yanderu-deredere]

Your drabble about Liam, Fujio, Ryouta, and Ryuu reacting to darling's past joke confessions was AMAZING. You knocked it out of the park!!! Got me giggling and kicking my feet ehe. Continuation with the same bois: Darling and said yandere are enjoying the loving couple life these past few months with the occasional outings and dates ignoring those red flags darling is colourblind. But a challenger approaches! The yanderes' past fling blatantly flirts with them in front of darling.

Before the yandere can intervene, darling squares up. Darling drapes herself on their arm possessively while sweetly threatening extreme violence. Something like "He's spoken for. Fuck off or I'll stab your eye with this pen to make soup, okay~" The pen clicks. The past fling runs/yandere chases them away before things escalate. Darling happily asks the yandere, "Why are you staring, baby?? I belong to you and you belong to me just like you said! I'm responding to your passionate love with all my might!" they've awakened a sleeping beast with this one HELP jashlsjksdfkjbsd. Focusing on the wrong things type of darling.

a/n: IM SO GLAD THAT SO MANY OF YOU LIKED THAT POST SM lmaooo this is like the third ask ive gotten abt it!! ofc kudos to the requester too lol! and i absolutely love love this sequel!

warning: female reader as requested, descriptions of violence

liam arieh ★ profile

"Liammy!"

The arm around your waist tightened considerably as Liam started trying his best to walk faster. He knew taking you around the block for dinner wasn't the best idea and, yet, he'd let your puppy dog eyes win him over.

Now look at where that brought him.

"Liam!" The shrill voice seemed to only get more shrill and, before Liam could consider doing anything else, someone latched onto his free arm "Where you going?"

"I'm with my wife." Liam answered snappily though there was a dark smile on his face as he snatched his arm back. The girl had gripped it hard enough that she left claw marks. Disgusting.

"Wh-Who is this, Liam?" You buried yourself into his side, sweet confused eyes staring up at him.

Liam felt his blood turn cold. He'd dealt a little with your self-confidence (or lack thereof) so he'd hoped that you were better now. He worried that wasn't the case and that you'd mistake this situation for something it really wasn't.

He'd slept around before, yes, but they'd never meant anything. Nobody did until he met you.

Liam quickly opened his mouth, desperately wanting to explain though he tried his best to keep a calm expression on his face. Before he could, though, the stupid girl on his other side spoke up.

"Oh, are you Liam's flavor of the week? I was last month's, you know." She flipped her hair over her shoulder, her voice grating on both Liam's and yours patience. "Though I don't think that'll matter since you won't last long."

Laim felt anger flare in him. His blood practically boiled at her words. He was about to push her aside when you suddenly swept up, pushing her yourself. Hard. Hard enough that she fell and hit her head on the brick wall behind her.

Then, you stepped over, tucking your hair behind your ear almost demurely as you crouched a little over Liam's ex's body "Well, I think you won't last long if I bashed your head into this wall any harder, hmm?"

"Don't touch things that don't belong to you and we won't have a problem." You added as you leaned a bit closer, as if telling her a secret. Then, you straightened and dusted yourself.

Liam had watched every single second of what you'd done and the hot blood in his veins immediately turned from anger to lust. He wrapped his arms around your waist, quickly pulling you to him and pressing a hard kiss against your temple.

"That's my girl."

You just preened in the face of his affection, soft smile on your face "That's right. I'm yours and you're mine."

"So, next time someone comes near you, don't let them." You pouted, huffing a little and crossing your arms.

He just chuckled "Now where'd this demanding angel come from?"

"You told me you love me, right? I'm just returning that love tenfold!" You looked up at him, cheek pressing against his collar and your hands going over his hands

Liam just laughed and thanked whatever higher power was out there that they sent you right to him.

fujio watanabe ★ profile

Ever since the two of you got together, Fujio refused to let you leave his sight. Though you reassured him multiple times that you loved him and wouldn't go anywhere, he still dragged you around.

This time, he'd dragged you to his gym. While he was working out, you were just sitting on a nearby bench, observing the way his glistening muscles seemed to flex and un-flex as he lifted up heavy barbells.

Just as he'd finished his last one, some woman suddenly ran across the whole gym and wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him tight "Fujio!"

He'd grunted and let the barbell clatter to the ground with a heavy thud. Already, blood seemed to heat in his veins. He didn't like it when people ambushed him from his blind spots.

Momentarily, Fujio imagined what it’d be like to lift the barbell in front of him and wack this woman with it. He doubted you’d like the blood though so, he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge. “Let go of me.”

She at least seemed to realise that he was serious because she let go immediately, a nervous expression on her face “Fujio, baby, what’s wrong?”

“You’re what’s wrong.”

Fujio stiffened at your voice and immediately frowned. Fuck, the last thing he ever wanted was to create a misunderstanding with you that would cause you to slip from his grasp. Though he knew that he’d never really let you leave him, it was better if you stayed of your own volition.

“Who’s this? Your current whore?” The woman—Fujio’s ex, you guessed—eyed you up and down as if trying to assess your threat level. From the infuriating smirk on her face, she seemed to think she had something over you.

Before she could say much more, you swung the kettlebell you’d found at her head. It connected with her temple and she crumpled to the ground, whining and crying. Without hesitation, you dropped the same kettlebell on her chest; it was light enough not to injure her but it definitely pushed all the air out of her lungs.

Then, you squatted next to her, your face especially close to hers as you whispered in her ear “I’m actually his girlfriend and I’d appreciate if you didn’t touch him. Thank you.”

“Or I might have to find a heavier weight to keep you down permanently, you know?” You added, sweet smile on your face.

Before you could stand, arms wrapped around you, lifting you into a bridal carry. You looked up and saw that it was Fujio, a dark expression on his face as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, teeth already nibbling and nipping.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" He mumbled against your skin, breath hot and grip on you tight as ever.

You just wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled "I'm yours, remember? Just wanted to act like it."

“Why was that so fucking hot? Holy shit. We need to hit the showers like now.”

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

Ryouta really never went out like ever. The only times he really left his apartment were when he needed to grocery shop and when he needed to do some work in person.

Now that you were his girlfriend, that schedule applied to you too.

He was at his computer like always. You were on his bed behind him, playing around with his switch. Though you were extremely concentrated on the game at hand, you couldn't help but be a little soothed by the clack of Ryouta's keyboard.

That was until a discord notification pinged through the speakers. It was soft, almost unnoticeable. But it had interrupted your peaceful time and so you definitely noticed it.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched Ryouta’s fists clench and unclench in the dim light of his computer. With quiet moves, you picked up his phone and dialled your birthday. There, you saw what the discord message said.

“Hey, I know you said you weren’t interested but I really like you and I’d like to meet IRL to see if there’s chemistry.” It read. The icon was of a woman who was using some sort of puppy filter.

You scrolled up a little and saw what their conversation was like. At first, it seemed mostly work related. Then, slowly, the woman started getting more and more personal, wanting desperately to get close to Ryouta.

He rebuffed every single advance but, apparently, the woman just thought he was playing hard to get.

You put the phone down and padded over to Ryouta, his too-big shirt slipping off your shoulders. With surprising ease, you slipped right into his lap, face nuzzling into his neck.

“Darling? What’s wrong?” Immediately, his body relaxed as he pressed a soft kiss against your temple, and the tension left, replaced with a sort of softness that he only ever reserved for you.

You didn’t say anything, just brushed his hands off the keyboard.

With a sense of urgency and a seriousness he’d never seen from you before, Ryouta watched as you typed. “Hi, this is his girlfriend. I’m going to block you on his account now and, if I ever find out that you contacted him ever again, I’m going to take a pen and I’m going to slam it straight into your eye socket.”

Then, as if you needed to say anything else, you wrote a second message that said “Have a good day.”

After that, you didn’t block her like you said you would. Instead, you tucked yourself into Ryouta’s arms and wrapped yourself around him, clinging to him almost like a koala. You even buried your face into his collar bone, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“You’re mine.” You stated stubbornly. "Like I'm yours, right?"

As Ryouta blocked the random woman who meant nothing to him, he couldn’t agree more.

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

Ever since the two of you got together, Ryuu was literally permanently attached to your hip. It felt like anywhere you went, he also went. Even in the restroom, when you didn't let him join you, he sat outside and sent you memes.

So, it was no wonder that you were inseparable even when he went to work.

He was wiping down the counters and you were sitting behind the register, happy expression on your face as you browsed through your phone.

The bell tinkled as the door to the creamery opened and someone rushed in "Ryuu!"

Ryuu let out a pained groan and immediately stepped away from the counter, wide eyes eyeing the measly little door that kept the general public from the employees.

"Ryuu, I've missed you so much! Where have you been?" The woman leaned forward, trying to get as close to Ryuu as possible without literally vaulting the counter.

Of course, Ryuu leaned away and tried to hide his grimace "Hey, uh, what can I get you?"

"I mean, I want to ask you for my number for the fifth time but I have a feeling you really won't give it to me." She whined a little, pathetic pout playing across her lips.

That's when you looked up, blank expression on your face.

"I'm not on the menu." Ryuu proudly spoke up, trying his best to keep his anger down lest he get reprimanded by the higher ups.

"Though you are the most delicious thing--" Before the woman could continue, Ryuu heard a thunk and the woman screamed loud.

He looked to you who had suddenly gotten beside him. Then he looked down to see that you'd cut the woman's finger off with one of the ice cream scrapers.

"He said he's not on the menu." You'd stated simply, sweet customer service smile clear on your face "Now scram before you lose your whole arm and not just your finger."

She looked to Ryuu with wide eyes as she clutched her profusely bleeding hand to her chest. Instead, Ryuu just laughed like you'd said the funniest joke in the world.

"Don't look at me. Whatever the missus wants, she gets, you know."

[redrydersrequiem]

A different tune

An Ouran high school host club fan-fiction. This is another story ive thought of off and on forever so im finaly getting it down. It will turn into a kyoya x reader fic cause hes my favorite and i feel he doesn’t get enough love. Once again I’m a baby fanfic writer and this is not proffed or anything

Part 1

Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here, at the elite private school Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy’s elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful.

It’s a seemingly quiet winter day in the third music room. No events planned and only a few straggling guests left, finishing they’re refreshments and making small talk. All the host members relax in the surrounding chairs and sofas all idly talking to one another when a shrill chiming sound breaks the peaceful environment.

“Who’s phone was that?” Hikaru asks, the other boys just slightly saying not me when Haruhi hurriedly takes her phone out of her bag.

“Ohhhhh someone got a message” Kaoru chastates as he and hikaru try leaning over Haurhis shoulder to peek at her phone like the nosy boy they are.

“Who’s it from haruhi huh could it be a boyyyyyyy/ or a girl we don't care either way.” The Hitachiin twins start

“What my little Piglet is talking to a boy OHHHHHH MAMA!” Tamaki yells flinging himself against kyoya with exaggerated tears in his eyes

“There there tamaki all children have to leave the nest eventually”. Kyoya states patting the blond on the head

“Is not a boy, not that its any of your business will you three stop it”

“Then who is it Haruhi?”. Hikaru asks once more

“It’s my childhood friend ok.”

“You have a childhood friend haru-chan? Just like me and Takashi” Honey states a childlike grin on his face

“I wouldn’t say just like you guys”

Tell us about them then haruhi, are they a commoner like you, how did you guys meet, how come we’ve never heard of this friend before?”

“Once again it's rude to call people commoners to their face and ive known them since we were kids our moms were close friends.

“Oh haru chan”

“It’s fine. I'm excited to see her again. Her family moved to New York, since that's where her dads from to take over his family’s business the summer before we lost mom. They were very kind and even sent us care packages and stuff and still do her moms really sweet

“Well I for one think it's great our little piglet has an American friend, especially since i didnt think haruhi would know anyone foreign.

“Do you all just assume your the only people i know? Haruhi asks the deviants all have the nerve to simultaneously say yes.

“Well your wrong”

“Anywayyyyyyy haruhi what's your friend's message to get it this late. It’s almost midnight there.” Hikaru states bluntly “Yeah haruhi tell us”, his twin joins the both of them now singing "tell us” over and over again, tap dancing on haruhi's last nerve.

“FINE!!!! The boys immediately stopping. “If you all must know she said she’s coming down here for a visit soon.”

“A visit that's amazing we should do something we should/…… all the boys descend into plan making, haruhi trying and failing to stop them.”

“Ah tamaki I almost forgot” kyoya states setting his tablet down aging the blonds full attention as well as everyone else’s

“”The principal spoke of opening up a new position at the school. They want to bring in a talented individual to boost our fine arts/ theater scores, against Lobelia, they wanted our opinion on the matter since we’ve dealt with them before.”

“What!! Really i couldn't agree more. It’s about time that stupid Zuka club is put in their place once and for all.”

“I wouldn’t get to ahead of ourselves tamaki” kyoya tries to interject

“NO I’ve decided, whoever it is shall have the full support of the Ouran highschool host club.!!!”

Honey, hikaru and Kaoru all applaud at tamakis over the top deceleration

“Very well I will inform the principal and he'll let us know when the candidate should arrive.” Everyone descends into the rest of the afternoon while the next day halfway across the would another family rises

Readers pov

“Are you sure you want to go sweetheart?”

“Yes mama I do, I think it would be fun. I'll finally get to see japan again, be with grandma and grandpa for a while and help them out.

“Plus she'll get to see her friend again, Kana.” My dad, Sebastian Casdal, instructs comforting my mom as he goes to sit down next to her on the couch, my little brother bouncing in his arms.

“Yeah, I'll get to see Haruhi and the members of this club she always writes about. Plus it’ll be a great networking experience for me.

“I know dear but i'll miss you and you've already graduated highschool.”

“We’ll all miss her love but I agree it's a great opportunity for our little girl, plus she'll be doing her college course work with access to the great tutors and stuff they have available.”

“Plus mama it's not forever, it's for a couple of years at most, and you guys will come see me during the holidays and I'll come back during the summers.

“Oh my little girl you've got to stop growing on me. Mama states hugging me tight to her.

‘Mama,,,, you're going to smother me if you hold me any tighter.”

“I know, I know you can go my love but we’ll talk everyday ad if anything goes wrong you come straight home ok”

“Ok mama ok, don't worry you both will be so busy with the company and this little guy you won't even notice i'm gone”

“Yes we will but i know you can handle yourself, anyway let's start getting everything ready the new school term is only in a few weeks”

“I can’t wait to see haruhi's face when i show up to Ouran academy. “

[miracleandplagueau]

What are your thoughts on the season 5 finale?

INHALE (S5 finale spoilers, duh)

Before I start, disclaimer, I didn't watch most of the season 5 episodes in full. I mosty watched the important lore things and completely gave up on filler. That being said I didn't need to apparently, so let's just get on with it.

✦ PART I. What the actual fuck just happened.

The entire episode felt like some kind of fever dream, like it was written by a 10 year old just starting their journey with original characters, power systems and stories on general and had little idea how to tie the plots together in a satisfying way. Unless we count the mass reunion of everyone from the past whereas I hoped that the NYC and Shanghai specials were just ""fun episodes"" in the vaccum.

The whole plot of both episodes is basically Marinette is badass for 1.5 episode, but fails at recognizing that Gabriel (cough cough THE Monarch) is way beyond redemption and fucks up the entire world (not really, will be explained later)

I'll say it right now, I hate how miraculous went from a magic-focused story to ending on so many science involving plotlines. I mean, come on. He suddenly got himself a laser to turn the miraculouses to rings, created brand new jewelry with floating displays. It sucks, I hate it all over.

✦ PART II. Gabriel and his shenanigans

Personally, I hate the one-wish quota. No matter what happens, I've always seen it boil down to two outcomes - either the villain is stopped from making the wish and he has to be dealt with in a regular way or he succeeds in making the wish and faces no consequences in the end because the world has changed so much

It's the latter with Gabriel, but at the same time not exactly. He succeeded in making the wish, bailed on everyone and get this - he not only got what he wanted, he also got away with it scot free. No, I don't care If he was trying to do the "good" thing by bringing back his dead wife because he loved her. He did horrible, horrible things to get to that. I'll tackle the lack of consequences a bit later on.

✦ PART III. After-wish consequences

HA what the fuck am I saying, CONSEQUENCES? IN MIRACULOUS LADYBUG? That's fucking hilarious. Apparently, not only Marinette doesn't have to worry about being called out, because Gabriel put n the earrings and suddenly he's the most lucky bastard in the universe. Spoiler alert: that's not how it works.

During the scenes that showcased how Emily and Nathalie are alive, how his house is no longer grim and is instead filled with life and roses and bushes. It was nice, It really was.... visually. It's one to look at it and think "yeah, that's a nice finale" and other to look at it while knowing the context.

Oh and by the way, Emilie. So happy we got to see her.... for 5 seconds without counting the video. SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE THE MOTIVATION FOR GABRIEL TO REWRITE REALITY?!? I'll forever be salty about that.

Going back to the wish for a second and the outcome of making the wish,,, are you fucking serious. I thought the world was supposed to be rewritten when the wish is made, not fixed? What kind of wish did the fucker make, because clearly he brought back TWO people and nothing else seems to have changed. And do not get me with the "Oh but he sacrificed his life for the wish!!--" BULLSHIT. HE WAS AN HOUR AWAY FROM TURNING INTO DUST SMARTASS, THAT IS NOT A WORTHY SACRIFICE OF BRINGING SOMEONE FROM THE DEAD AND HEALING SOMEONE.

I'd at least enjoy it a little If he vanished. Like went poof, gone, no more Gabriel, because then the sacrifice would hold some weight. He gave up his existence so that Adrien is happy, but nooo motherfucker got a STATUE IN HIS HONOR.

Nobody took the blame for the Hawk Moth/Monarch situation either. To people of Paris he just appeared, caused chaos and destruction before fading away after GABRIEL AGRESTE SUDDENLY HAD THE POWER TO GIVE CIVILIANS WITH HIS NEW RINGS POWERS OF A HERO. Nobody found it weird? No? Just me? Okay.

✦ PART IV. Marinette more like Marynette Sue

Marinette was especially unbearable this finale. The fact that she was the only one who fought Monarch, that she's the only one that knows his identity, that she just casually got two most powerful miraculouses all for herself. It just. hurt me physically.

She thought she can be steven universe fr

✦ PART V. Can Adrien stop being a plot device FOR TWO EPISODES

I'm sorry, is this too much to ask for? Is it too much to ask for Adrien to have a part in anything here. During my watch, I can confidently say that I forgot that Adrien existed and yes I know that he's closed off in a padded room, because Gabriel wants to "keep him safe", but come ON at least give us a take away back to him seeing Gabriel on the screen, struggling with the nightmare or considering taking the whole Miraculer deal. It shouldn't be like that in the first place where the secondary main character, the second hero is left to rot while the strong female lead do everything seamlessly.

In the end, the only thing he did is kiss Marinette and take Gabriel's rings. He didn't even find out about his father being the literal Monarch, It felt so cheaped out I dunno. It could've worked If he had a bit more part in the actual fight.

✦ PART VI. Oh yeah, and about Lila's cliffhanger (and season 6 and 7)

WHO THOUGHT OF THIS BRIGHT IDEA?! (I know damn well who did)

I hate the fact that Miraculous will actually continue with Lila as the new butterfly holder. I hate the fact that she got what she wanted and that she will continue to BE there. I do not give a single fuck about Lila and I will not be watching beyond season 5 because for me, the show of Miraculous: Adventures of Ladybug and Chat Noir has ended and it has ended horrendously at that.

✦ PART VII. The little positives the finale had

I liked Bug Noir's design. VISUAL DESIGN. and the animation in Agreste's garden.

I also actually really enjoyed Tikki and Plagg's true forms and Gimmi's fun attitude. They really gave them that great look where you go "Oh yeah, these guys aren't JUST bugs and are actually something greater than a human being" and I like that a whole lot..

PART IX. Finally, final thoughts

There are so many things I still have to say about the finale like the Adrienette, other characters like Luka, Nathalie, Kagami's mother also getting away scot free (for now) and blah blah blah but I am TIRED. I'll likely talk about it in the future or just hopefully forget that it exists.

This one is rough as fuck I know but I'm just writing it as I go

In short, man, am I glad this is over. Am I glad this is over.

Thomas, get your fucking shit together, because middle schoolers write better and more consistent stories. Bringing in all your half-assly written characters to just fight a distraction of sort and having your main character face the villain all alone because she's a strong female lead is not good writing thank you for coming to my ted talk

[crazy56u]

Spoilers, the tags might be relevant here...

Fellas, is it normal to casually admit you have mentally worked out how a certain issue of a certain comic could've ended differently had the writers involved wanted to kill off a certain character?

Is it normal to just shoot that off on a Tumblr post on a Sunday afternoon?

So yeah, I'm yet a-fucking-gain talking about IDW #53, and, full disclosure, I may have started fiddling with writing this out.

So, yeah, let's pretend, as a hypothetical, Evan Stanley decided to go fucking wild, and use the fight against Surge as an excuse to kill off Whisper, how the fuck would that work?

Well, the major change is the easiest: Sonic and Tails show up late.

With the benefit of hindsight, it is practically a literal fucking miracle that, even though Sonic and Tails' house got fucked up during the badnik riot going into Issue #50, the computer managed to avoid getting broke.

Now, granted, by the time Jewel contacted Tails, this had happened-

But, hey, Sonic and Tails still managed to speed over to Central City in time to stop Surge from finishing the job, right?

So, let's assume the computer also needed to get fixed, and they didn't get that call from Jewel when they did.

So, Surge just kills Whisper then and there, right? Post over?

No.

Like I said, I have had dark thoughts, and the way this plays out in my head, that would've been ideal:

After getting distracted by her Starline hallucination, Surge remembers "Oh, right, I was about to kill Whisper," and turns her attention back to her; she hadn't yet gotten up, same as in the comic.

In a panic, Cyan tries in vain to protect Whisper, gets absorbed for his trouble. So, literally, it's just the two of them left.

But before deciding to land the blow, Surge decides "You know what, it's not like you're gonna need it after today," and decides as one final stab to take her mask, and wear it.

You know? The thing that can translate Wisps?

So, what do you think would happen if Surge put that on?

If your answer was "sensory overload in the form of five voices screaming at the same time", then yes, that is what would happen...

So, yeah, naturally, hearing all that screaming freaks out Surge, she unknowingly fries Whisper's mask as a result, and after managing to calm down from that, she get really fucking mad, and decides "You know what, fuck being cute," and decides to... well...

Do what she almost did to Sonic three issues later:

She pins her down to the ground, and starts trying to electrocute her to death; it would probably be around here when Sonic and Tails finally show up.

Regardless of how the rest of the confrontation with Surge plays out, the most important thing would be "Holy fuck, Whisper needs to go to the hospital now," and Sonic speeds her over to the nearest one, and she is swiftly put into a hospital bed; she is most likely gonna need heart surgery, but her heart rate needs to settle down first before they can do anything.

So, that's where we currently are: Whisper is in a hospital bed, unconscious and clinging to life, while Surge is dealt with in the background. What happens next?

Enter the other player in this fucked up game.

It is my personal belief that Mimic 100% was nearby in Central City when Whisper and Surge were fighting, and was quietly waiting for Surge to be done so he could finish the job; it's only when Sonic and Tails showed up when they did that he abandoned those plans.

So, in this timeline, that's not what happens.

While Whisper is recovering in the hospital, a nurse quietly enters her room, with the pretense of checking on her.

In reality, this is Mimic, deciding to take advantage of Whisper's already weakened heart.

He fucks with her IV drip, slips out of her room, and by the time he's sneaking out of the hospital, the medical staff are scrambling to try and save their newest patient, who is in the middle of flatlining, but their efforts will ultimately be in vein.

Surge's attack would already caused bare minimum congestive heart failure. Mimic inducing a heart attack would be the nail in the coffin.

And so, to summarize: How would Issue #53 (and technically 54) need to be rewritten if it was decided to kill off Whisper?

Smash Tails' computer beforehand.

[maudeboggins]

i had such a bad chemo infusion today. the nurse was super rough with the iv, moving it around a lot while he was pumping it, because there was no "flash back" of blood (apparently they can tell the iv is in the vein if blood is drawn back into the iv) but he kept saying he was "confident" it was in the vein as the saline wasn't pooling so he went ahead with the injection even after i voiced concerns maybe two or three times (like something clearly was not working. i even asked him to tape down the iv because the movement was hurting and he said he couldn't). first the infusion began leaking on my skin and he just said "that will be fine" and wiped it up and kept going even though i've been told that while the infusion is good to be injected as it fights the cancer it is toxic (nurses have to put on protective gear before handling it and i can't even kiss my husband for a week because the trace amounts in body fluids are toxic to people not on chemo). every time i've had this infusion they say it should NOT hurt and if it does they'll stop immediately. so he is injecting it and i say it hurts and he goes "oh that's normal," and i stop him again and he says it's normal for it to irritate the veins. at that point i got him to re-poke me somewhere else because it hurt too much. finally another nurse did it and it was fine

idk i guess i just needed to vent about this. healthcare people are on the whole much nicer in the cancer world than elsewhere (i've dealt with a lot of mental health care and that's pretty dire). but i feel like i'm getting repeatedly dismissed. something hurts and they go "oh thats fine. that's normal" and keep going. even when i got my second biopsy, the freezing didn't work fully and when i said it hurt, i could feel it, the nurse just said "don't worry we're almost done" even though just before i had been told that if i could feel ANYTHING they would stop and refreeze. last week when i saw the oncologist i said i was nauseous two weeks after my chemo infusion and he just said "that's not supposed to happen it's probably just heartburn" when like, idk if it is or isn't supposed to happen but it IS HAPPENING! i'm super nauseous! and they keep just saying "oh that's odd!" when before this whole thing they told me that if i ever felt too nauseous they would definitely help out. and when i said earlier this week i was feeling too unwell to get my infusion because i had a cold the nurse i spoke to just said "it won't matter, chemo won't impact your ability to heal" while the oncologist an hour later said it WOULD impact my ability to heal and i should postpone until i feel well enough.

it's just really hard. i have such a hard time advocating for myself, and it feels like every time i do, by saying i'm in pain or nauseous or uncomfortable, the nurse or doctor i'm seeing just goes "i don't think that's a big deal i'm just going to continue with what i was doing." like everyone is for the most part really nice to me (which is a big difference. in mental healthcare, they are not nice to you lol) and i'm also so fortunate to be able to get treatment especially so soon after being diagnosed. but it just keeps happening!! i will say the cancer psychiatrist i'm seeing is the nicest and most understanding psychiatrist i've ever seen which is something

[jinkicake]

Brainrot yet again 😔and this time it’s aether but because nobody on this site can write for him, they don’t know him like I do!!😤like not EVERY aether fic and hc can be super uwu subby crybaby boy SOME OF YALL ARE LYING!! I fully stress myself out by going back and back to the aether tag😭 like I have a handful of artists who draw him normal even Venti isn’t that elusive😭 like aether is a fully grown man with a 9-5! he will not start blushing from me holding his hand!! Like I had an epiphany the other day this man is LITERALLY-like Giorno just longer hair and minus all the trauma; like hear me out!! Blonde pretty boy who looks too pretty to be real,unreasonably strong,showing skin for no reason!!(gio got his chest out for what? Aether wearing a crop top why🤨) have powers that people can’t comprehend,mysterious origins, and they’re both very playful and mischievous; they’re literally like cousins😭(see how my problem is falling for any giorno adjacent characters?💀)you’re traveling w aether getting into all kinds of shenanigans bc trouble follows him like a magnet 🙄and he’s quietly thinking “I am going to absolutely destroy you” like he’s the type so oh so subtly use anemo to blow your clothes,Geo to trip over rocks that were not there before, shocking you w electro 😭 he’s literally a menace bc who’s gone beat his ass?? He’s the honorary knight what would they even say if they caught him Fucking your throat on the roof of the favonious HQ? He’s saved Liyue from Osial and his wife! What they don do if they see him balls deep in you in some tucked away some corner of the Jade palace, LITERALLY FOUGHT GOD AND WON IF THEY KNEW WHATS FOOD FOR THEM THEY WOULD MIND THEIR BUSINESS IF THEY HEARD HIM BLOWING YOUR BACK OUT IN THE TEAHOUSE!! Ayato is a messy ass bitch he would recommend a bathhouse that’s on the outskirts of Inazuma city that has wonderful acoustics just in case he wanted to hear you moans echo🥰 like aether isn’t from this world so his dick would be out if this world as well. Literally the 😏 emoji like he gets up early to finish his daily commissions and get paimon breakfast so he can come back and sweet talk you into letting him cum inside you at like 9am he’s nothing if not clever! Pissing him off to get him to use that god destroying >>> using electro on his dick to overstimulate you, seeing you get a little too friendly with childe or zhongli (bc me too lmao) so he has to remind you he’s better than them🥰 bc he has a cute face but he can be mean asf when he wants to be; sitting and looking at you with a blank face save for the glare burning holes into your head as he makes you bounce on his cock and does absolutely no work as punishment 😔 watching your legs tire out and thrusting up when you stop for even a second rolling his eyes LIKE ITS SOME KIND OF INCONVENIENCE TO HIM “You know, I could always get you off right here,shame you don’t know how to behave” and lazily rubs your clit w his thumb. He loves edging bc he’s a little shit😒 will wait until you admit defeat and put you in a mating press bc he will make sure you can’t move an inch and that you take everything he’s giving you💕 is willing to be tied up and used like the good boy he is🥰

ive never been able to get behind the subby uwu characterization of aether like even when he's shipped w childe and others... idk to me he's strong and puts UP a fight regardles of who he is with!!! so i get you i really do

HAHAHAHA no hes a grown ass man who is over 500 years old... he's seen shit and has been with people before! affection and intimacy is not something new to him!! so why do people act like he's never dealt w romance before in his life!

now..... comparing him with giorno,,,, you do understand you're setting aether up my dear? like this is DON GIORNO we are talking about but with your reasoning i can say that i now understand. and its not your fault for falling for giorno or giorno substitutes like he's the best yandere there is, you cant be blamed!

i love aethers crop top he's so cute i just have to say that

WAHHHHHHHH THE PERV HEADCANNONS W AETHER ARE GONNA MAKE MY MIND EXPLODE... that is TOO good, how do you come up w this stuff im literally in shock like that got me good. also... to add... he could use dendro to create an aphrodisiac right? like a natural dust- idk!

no bc aether can get away w anything on the planet now and no one can stop him like he has four nations under his belt backing him up- no one stands a chance! (except my ice wifey archon!!!)

now see aether getting jealous would lose me bc bae,,, why don't we all just share! like he's mad over childe and alhaitham... BRING THEM IN THE ROOM TOO! there's enough room in his teapot for all of us and we all got enough holes too!

we need more abyss prince!aether i like when they have no life in their eyes... thinking abt that! he wants to get rid of the archons i say DO IT (raiden and venti hide under my bed),,, i'll advocate w him!

[madam-jane]

Quick rant but im sure other people can relate. To everyone who gets weirded out or confused by Asexuals.. Why tf does our sex life and sexuality concern you? We told you we don't feel sexual attraction or want to have sex, and you respond with "Well how do you know if you've never tried it?". Shut your fucking mouth, okay?🖤 We are not your little sexual objects, and on that matter, stop fetishizing the fact that most of us are virgins because of our preference. Ive dealt with men before who i told i was Asexual to, they only kept asking and bringing up my asexuality like it bothered them, and kept trying to pressure me. Quick tip from Mama, if you keep acting like someone's hatred or disinterest in sex bothers you...its pretty fucking clear you only want to get in their pants, and you have no respect for them as a human being with their own preferences and boundaries. Our sex life should **NOT** concern you. It's our buisness, and ours only. Its the same if i went up to you and said "Hey how often do you like to get pounded?" its weird. So don't ask/tell us: "They must've been bad in bed, i can change your mind." ,"How do you know if you've never had sex before?", "Oh are you a R@pe victim?", " But you've never been intimate before", "One night with me", "Have you even ever had sex before?" "Then how are you going to have children?" (I swear its like some people don't know what adoption is..). In no circumstance are these ANY appropriate things to say to anyone at that matter. Keep in mind, at the time when i first got comfortable coming out as an Asexual i was FOURTEEN. And i got asked these things. You were concerned about a MINOR'S... Sex life. Pretty fucking creepy. Not only that but i remember a conversation going exactly like this with a my aunt's friend who keep in mind is a 46 year old woman, asking a 14 year old this: Her: "Holy shit...I had to take a double glance because you are so beautiful. Looks like you came straight out of a vampire movie girl." Me: "oh thank you!" Her: bet you get the boys all riled up? Me: "Oh i swing more towards girls actually.." Her: "Oh thats hot, so do I.. How many women have you slept with?" Me: "...um. Im..Asexual, i haven't..like.." Her: "...so you've never had sex? Then how do you know?"

At that point my mom had to literally interrupt the conversation, because an adult should under no circumstance say that to a 14 year old. Now i don't know if she was trying to groom me, or if she was just being fucking weird. But before any homophobes talk shit because it was a woman saying this to a child, this has happened to me with BOTH men and women. People in general... Make me sick. So to anyone who is creepy like that, Fuck you.

Stay safe out there loves 🖤

[peaceesells]

IM SORRT IVE BEEN INACTIVE IVE HAD ABSOLUTELY ZERO MOTIVATION-

Anyways I recently reread The Outsiders and it continues to be my favorite book since I read it in 7th grade so here's this quirky little story about being friends with the gang idk

Warnings: this is actually ass but I haven't written something in a while so take it and be grateful.

Can you tell Two-bit is my favorite 🧍‍♀️

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You sat on the Curtis's porch taking to Ponyboy. A cigarette lay between your fingers. You didn't hang around the gang much; you had your own group of friends but they didn't invite you to do much anymore so you started hanging out with Pony more, who means you hung out with the gang more.

I mean, you'd sometimes walk with Ponyboy and Johnny to the drive in and you hung out with Two-bit Alot in school and he'd sometimes drive you because you live a few houses down from him, and when you went to the gas station for a pop, you'd talk to Soda if he wasn't busy and Steve would hop into the conversation.

"Y/n, are you doing anything later?" Ponyboys voice interrupted your thoughts. "Uh, no, I don't think so. My mom's busy working." You took a drag of your cigarette, feeling the hot smoke burn your throat and fill your lungs.

"Wanna go to the nightly double with me, Johnny, and Two-bit later? They're not playing any interesting movies, but it's something to do." You nodded. "Yeah, sure, I think I'm gonna head home first." You stood up, throwing your cigarette to the floor and stomping out the remaining flame. "See ya Ponyboy." You smiled at him and walked off the porch, unlatching the chain linked gate and closing it behind you.

Your house isn't far from Ponyboys but it's definitely a walk. You kicked a stone across the sidewalk, the summer heat in Oklahoma was unbearable and your thick leather jacket that you always wore wasn't helping but you didn't feel like carrying it so you just dealt with the heat.

You finally made it back to your house, you threw your jacket on the couch and made your way to your room to get ready.

You and Two-bits headed out at the same time, so you walked together, you met up with pony and Johnny at the corner store. And you guys made your way to the drive-in, two-bit was going on about something none of you really understood. It started with him talking about something he had swiped and then it turned into whatever he was talking about now

You four hopped over the large chain-linked fence near the corner of the drive in where no one would see you. If anyone did, I don't think they'd even care, but you got in with no problems.

"I'm goin' to get some popcorn, come on y/n." Two-bit threw his arm over your shoulder playfully as you walked towards the building where they had snacks, he had noticed a few socs and he was talking about them, quite loud might I add. "Shut up Two-bit..." you mumbled, also looking looking at the socs, who were looking at both of you with an unamused expression.

"Aw they won't do nothin'" he had a stupid smirk on his face as he watched the socs mumble something before walking away, Two-bit chuckled and patted your head "see what did I tell ya, they ain't doin nothin, too many people around."

You made it to the concession stand and it just so happened that the socs Two-bit was bad mouthing had come in line behind you. 'Oh great, here we go..' you thought to yourself.

Two-bit had noticed them way before you did and he was keeping an eye on them. They didn't do much, but they were definitely talking, calling you greasers and any other thing they could think that would offend you. You just ignored them.

You finally got your cokes and popcorn, it felt like it took forever, especially with those socs behind you. They didn't shut up until you two had left. You were shocked that two-bit hadn't started cursing back at them. He's always finding an excuse to talk badly about socs. You tried not to think about it much though.

You guys found Johnny and Ponyboy and handed them their drinks and sat down, Two-bit sat beside Johnny and you sat beside Two-bit. The movie was pretty boring. You barely understood what was going on, but you all sat and watched, not silently, of course. You swore you four would get kicked out at any minute with all the noise you were making and the fact that people were telling you to shut up didn't help, but nothing happened.

You guys left after the first movie, you all found it pretty boring, even Ponyboy. So you guys left. You didn't want to call it a night, so you just walked around town, you ran into Tim Shepard. You'd never spoken to him before, but of course, the guys had. He was looking for Dally. He always seemed to be looking for Dallas Winston. You told him you hadn't seen him and Tim was gone.

"What does he want with Dallas?" You asked, looking over at Ponyboy, he just shrugged. "Dally probably stole something of Tim's or something, no big deal." Two-bit. chimed in. Johnny was silent like usual, he'd only said a few things that night. He walked with his hands in his jean jacket pockets.

You had basically walked around the whole town trying to find something to do. You guys had made your way back to your neighborhood though, and decided to take a break the in the lot. The summer night was cool, it felt good, especially since it was so hot earlier.

Ponyboy had to go home, it was almost his curfew and he didn't want to be on Darrys' bad side tonight. You all told him bye and goodnight, now it was just you, Johnny, and Two-bit. It was surprisingly peaceful, you had found an old box of playing cards you had left the last time you were at the lot with the gang and you started playing slapjack. You and Johnny weren't that good, Two-bit kept winning.

You don't know why you didn't hang out with them much. You always thought they found you annoying, but the gang actually seemed to enjoy your company. Probably because you were also a greaser, it made you happy that they liked you and they invited you to do stuff with them, they never made you feel left out like you're friends at school. This summer was definitely going to be fun..

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[frommyheadtomymiddlefinger]

"the thing about time is im not sure what happens next but i think ive seen this all before"

i tried to tell the future

and it passed me by without a second thought.

i tried to recall the past

and all i got was a raging headache

and an inability to sleep at night.

i tried to live in the moment.

and i already fucked that up.

words are failing me but i failed you so i guess i dont really care.

i dont feel bad about it.

you asked me to fix my brain-

that's not happening.

can you repeat that?

sorry, can you repeat that?

i'm sorry, i couldn't hear you, can you re[THE SKY IS FALLING/BLUE TEARS AND BLACK BLOOD/BLEEDING OUT FROM HOLLOW EYES]peat that?

oh haha! no one is following us i just get nervous.

yeah haha im such an anxious mess.

just anxiety, yeah.

what were you saying?

oh, what happened yesterday?

no[HEHURTYOUHEHURTYOUHEHURTYOUthereisnohopehewillkillyou]thing,

just felt a little

blue.

tears and black blood.

wait, where did you go?

fuck.

i guess i'll go[bleeding out from hollow eyes/speaking out from hollow lies/you were never one to reach out/check in/but honestly, i get it, i really can empa] home then.

i guess it is about time anyways.

maybe the fog will lift,

or maybe the crushing weight on my shoulders

combined with the poor structural integrity of the cavern in my chest

will finally compromise the bridge over the tracks

and i will be on track(s, grey matter splattered on gravel, blood dancing in the mix) to be home by 6:00.

the day forgot to let me know when it was ending

and when tomorrow was getting in

so i guess i have some time to kill.

yeah, it gets boring.

oh, you get it?

yeah, i forgot you are like me,

you can totally sympa[thize with a poor, rotten wreck/dealt a poor, rotten deck/never allowed a chance to breathe or a friend who might check/in to the hotel, out

to the after]life.

wait, no, fuck, sorry for that.

yeah haha i dont know what that was.

its been a long day.

what did you want to watch tonight?

oh, you just want to try living in the moment?

sure, we can try that.

maybe it'll go better next time.