#i wasn’t even full in that pic believe it or not >:3

[housecow]

Ever thought about the possibility that you were born for the cow life? Like you were gifted with massive udders, a bottomless appetite, and a propensity for endless growth and greed and gluttony all for the sake of becoming the biggest fattest softest breeding cow who ever lived for your feeder? No worries, no responsibilities, no pesky adult thoughts, just moo? 🐮🐮🐮

i’ve considered it often… why else is it so easy for me get bigger? my first thoughts waking up each morning are about what i’ll eat that day, how i’ll fill myself and how much softer i need to get… my feeder needs to take advantage of this, i was born to be a cow after all!! look at how im built 🥰

[sweetkpopmusings]

stray kids soulmate aus | l. minho <3

a/n: minho is for real the love of my life...that gent is so peculiar and he means everything to me <333 i really had to collect myself while writing this because eeeeeeeee my minho feels have been so strong :,,,-) i can't believe the skz soulmate au series is complete now ! i hope they have brought you lots of joy, and thank you for all the kind words you've shared <3333 pics not mine~

content: fluff, soulmate au | wc: 2.3k | warnings: none really! | pairing: soulmate!minho x gn!reader | requests: open

♡ chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin ♡

until you meet your soulmate, you receive one object per year that is a clue to who they are.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

minho’s favorite day of the year was always the day he received his clue about you.

from a young age, minho fell in love with the puzzle of it all. slowly but surely, he developed a ritual for unpacking each clue. he paid attention to every detail, taking thorough notes and letting his mind run wild with theories, no matter how ridiculous they seemed. he recorded everything in a notebook, which was one of his most prized possessions. it chronicled every thought he had about his soulmate, and, whenever he felt sentimental, he’d flip through the pages, smiling fondly as he watched his love turn from something childish into something solid, like the love he felt in his heart now.

minho’s love grew steadily over time, spiking when he received certain clues that were so clearly tied to his soulmate’s personality. once, during his middle school years, the clue was a polaroid you had taken. even though he wasn’t sure what it was of–maybe your bedroom wall or somewhere you spent a lot of time at–minho knew that the image was of a place near and dear to your heart. today, minho flipped through the pages, sighing happily when his eyes rested on that very polaroid. he memorized every centimeter of the image long ago.

unboxing today’s clue felt no different from all the unboxings before. after turning the pages forward to a blank one, minho settled into his chair. butterflies filled his stomach when he held a new clue for the first time because he felt as though he were one step closer to holding his soulmate. inhaling briefly to steady his excitement, he deftly unwrapped the package, surprised to hold a planner in his hands.

“huh,” minho chuckled, “let’s see what you’re getting up to.”

he couldn’t believe his clue would be so blatant about his soulmate’s identity. it felt entirely lucky that, just beyond the cover of this planner, would be details to his soulmate’s life, to you, whoever you were. minho smiled as he flipped through the pages, running his fingertips over your handwriting. he didn’t want to intrude too much, but he reveled in learning about the life his soulmate led. this must be it, the final clue. 

minho’s suspicion–or, rather, hope–was confirmed when he returned to the front of the planner. on the corner of the front page, he read the most beautiful words he’d ever encountered: if lost, please return to y/n l/n. thank you!

beneath your name was your phone number. not wanting to break his ritual, minho scribbled his observations into his notebook. while he didn’t need to theorize your name, he entertained himself by theorizing about the grocery store you went to and what your favorite takeout restaurant smelled like. admittedly, now that he had your name, he also started a list of potential nicknames for you. once he was satisfied with his entry, he picked up his phone. finally, he had the opportunity to test his theories against someone real.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

your yearly clue arrived earlier than you expected. glancing at the clock, you decided to risk being late to work. how could you resist the opportunity to start your day with something connected to your soulmate?

rather than a full package, your clue was sent to you in a small envelope, no bigger than a postcard. inside was a piece of paper with faded designs on the border. it was hard to make out exactly what the images were, but you could tell it was stationary that was popular when you were a young child. it was also apparent that the handwriting on the page belonged to a kid, maybe an elementary school student. your heart jumped when it clicked that this was your soulmate’s writing, these words a special glimpse in their mind as a child. 

hi!

today was very sunny. the weather was cool like spring. is it also spring for you? i guess you wouldn’t live that far away from me. i think it would be fun if you were from a place all the way across the world. maybe we could meet while traveling! or while doing something boring, like going to the store, haha. if we meet at the store, i should buy you something, right? i hope we like the same things. i’ll still buy you want you want, even if it’s gross.

anyways, i am writing this letter because my teacher said we had to practice our new vocabulary words with someone close to us. i used two already. here are the rest: bleak, chilly, windy, humid, falling leaves, summertime, spring day, downpour, foggy. our vocabulary unit was on the weather. i hope you had good weather today too, not weather that was bleak. 

love your soulmate, lee minho♡  

you were so incredibly heartwarmed that you didn’t know whether to smile or cry. when you saw the time, you realized there wasn’t room for either emotional activity. you floated on the street as you made your way to work, feeling invincible from the sweetness of your soulmate’s words. your soulmate, lee minho. 

nothing could ruin your good mood today. not spilling some coffee onto your hand, not misplacing your planner, not even the stranger bumping into you as you exited the elevator. today was perfect because you learned your soulmate’s name, which meant that you could probably figure out who they were. you also learned that, when they were a child, thay considered you as someone close, even though you had never met yet.

daydreams about what your soulmate would write to you in a letter today were interrupted by your phone going off. at first, you were relieved to see the message about your planner being found. your brow furrowed, however, when the message with the time and place to meet was followed up by a message declaring that you would meet your soulmate when you picked up your planner. 

wanting to avoid a potential scam or prank, you decided to ask a question that would confirm their identity. you almost forgot that you didn’t have to dig into the recesses of your memory for specific clues. thankfully, the childhood letter was fresh in your mind, so you asked a simple who are you?

anxiety was replaced by excitement when they replied i’m your soulmate, lee minho.

just like you had this morning, you checked the clock to see how much time you had until you needed to leave for your next destination. leaving early felt silly, but, seeing as your soulmate would be there and expecting you, you didn’t feel like waiting any longer. 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

minho sat at a table outside the convenience store with a few beverage options in front of him. he wanted to offer you something when you arrived, so he picked the items he thought suited your taste, based on his instinct and clue investigations. a smile graced his lips when the reality of your nearing presence hit him. while he waited, minho wondered what clue you received that revealed his name. as far as he could tell, he wasn’t missing any identifiable documents. maybe a nametag or souvenir of his ended up in your hands, or maybe it was just a piece of paper with his name on it. regardless, minho wasn’t one to question fate’s methods if it meant that he’d finally meet his soulmate tonight.

minho had texted you a description of what he wore–black pants paired with a white button-down and a beret–but you knew who he was before you even registered his outfit. there was something about the feeling you got when you looked at the man sitting outside the convenience store, your favorite drinks neatly placed in front of him. before you could get too stunned by his beauty, his eyes met yours. he smiled and waved for you to join him. knees weak, you happily accepted the invitation.

“hi, y/n,” minho grinned, “i believe this belongs to you.”

you giggled at the way he smirked when he handed the planner over to you and blushed at the way he said your name. his confident and relaxed energy dissipated your nerves. as cliché as it sounded, being near minho made you feel at home.

“thank you, minho. i would be lost without this thing,” you sighed and placed it in your bag, “it’s also nice to meet you.” 

“likewise,” he gestured to the drinks between you two, “i wasn’t sure which one you’d like best, so i bought a few options. it felt rude to meet at a store and not buy you something.”

you bit the inside of your cheek, thinking back to the childhood letter making the same claim, and then grabbed one of the items, “this one is actually my favorite! how did you know?”

minho was clearly proud, and his eyes gleamed with playfulness, “i used my amazing detective work.”

you laughed, “ah, so i see the clues came in handy for my drink preferences.”

“mhm,” he nodded, “that and other things.”

you raised your eyebrows, “should i be scared of what you know?”

he shrugged, “probably.”

a hand went over your mouth as you laughed, nearly spitting out your drink. minho giggled, reaching into his bag while you regained your composure.

“i have this for you,” he slid a notebook across the table to you.

“for me?”

he nodded. you carefully picked it up, surprised by its weight. when you opened the notebook and saw that it was full of different items, you understood why it was heavier than it appeared. on the first page, you recognized the same childish handwriting from today’s clue. you smiled and looked up at minho.

“what’s in here?”

“every clue i’ve gotten about you.”

his tone was nonchalant, but you were so touched by the gesture you thought you could melt right then and there. he had kept every single clue and wrote entries for each one. now, he was giving that collection to you. you knew from that letter that he was sweet. this, however, was more sentimentality than you could have ever imagined.

“wow, minho, this is…” you held his gaze, so he knew your sincerity, “thank you. i love it.”

he smiled, turning his head to the side in shyness, which made the red tips of his ears apparent, “i’m happy you like it.”

you two smiled at each other for a moment, reveling in your shared space.

“ah! that reminds me. what was your clue today? mine obviously brought us together, but i can’t imagine i’d be the only one to have such a straightforward clue today. was it how you knew my name?”

you grinned at both his playful bragging and the thought of your clue, “it was a letter you wrote me when you were a kid. you told me some of your new vocabulary words about the weather. you also signed it with ‘love your soulmate, lee minho.’ your handwriting was adorable!”

if you thought his ears were red before, now there was no doubt in your mind that he was blushing. minho even stuttered a little out of shyness when he replied.

“i see…was the letter any good?”

“yes, i think you used your vocabulary words well,” you teased, “it was very sweet. i was surprised that you said i was someone close to you, though, given that you were so young and didn’t even know me. why did you choose to write it to me instead of someone like a parent or friend?”

minho hummed, genuinely thinking back to his childhood logic, “honestly? it was never a mystery to me whether i’d love you or not.”

now you were the one blushing, smiling, and struggling to find the right words. it didn’t help that minho looked downright smug at your reaction to his comment. clearly, you were in for quite the ride with your soulmate. you figured you needed to get used to your heart fluttering if you were going to spend the rest of your life with him.

minho sighed, standing up from his seat, “well, y/n, i unfortunately have to go. get home safely, and study well! we should make plans to meet again this week, if you’re free.”

“wait, i have to study before i see you again?” you tilted your head in confusion, causing a smile to grace minho’s face.

“yes, you need to study the book i gave you. there will be a pop quiz on the information next time we meet.”

you eyes darted to the notebook in your hand and then back to your ridiculous soulmate. the proud, mischievous look on his face convinced you that he wasn’t lying about the quiz. 

“what do i get if i ace it?”

“hmm,” minho tapped his finger on the side of his head, “my eternal love and affection.”

you smiled, quickly changing your expression to a playful one, “i thought i already had that? at least, that’s what your letter implies.”

minho chuckled, ears turning red again, “huh, i guess you’re right. i’ll buy you dinner then. but only if you ace it.”

you laughed at the seriousness in his voice, “it’s a date!” 

minho grinned, “it’s a date.” 

he paused to savor the way those words sounded, to relish in the moment of promising to see each other soon. yet again, you felt yourself blushing, flustered by the sweet intensity of his love.

“see you soon, and let me know when you’re home safe, my dear, y/n.”

minho cooed your name, and you giggled. he smiled that proud smile again, fondness reflecting in his eyes. you promised to text him the second you were home and asked that he did the same, so you knew when you could call him. after several more tries, you two finally said a goodbye that sounded a lot more like i can’t wait to see you again soon because i love you!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[thecapricunt1616]

Celandine (c.b. one-shot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): “Princess” he said his voice cracking a bit and he led you to the bed, sitting and pulling you into his lap “I could never stop loving you. I would have to be warm and dead to stop loving you. Y’hear me? You, and little dude, are the only things in this world that matter t’me…and maybe the restaurant…but-“ he said, just to bring a tiny smile to your lips 

♡ Chapter Inspo: Celandine - Cures depression, brings victory and joy. Serves as a protective ward when worn. Carry to increase self-confidence when facing adversaries. Use in ritual work when you feel trapped in undue negativity. ♡ Summary: You are feeling a bit blue about your body PP, Carmy takes it upon himself to show you just how beautiful you are! :) <3 ♡ W/C: 1.2K+ ♡ Posted Date: 05/27/2024 ♡ A/N: Hello! Happy day 2/7 of the Capri 200 Follower Celebration Extravaganza!!! You can find said extravaganza ♡ Here ♡ this celebration will be going until next Sunday (06/02/24) so get your requests in! Here's another celebration ask on the books! This ask is from lovely @jesscolon529 I hope you enjoy, my darling! ♡ Warnings for BTC: Speaking of pregnancy, Fem/AFAB!reader, No use of y/n, feelings of self hate / insecurity, sad reader, comforting carmy, established relationship, not edited, Pics are just vibes, reader isn't described!! Established relationship

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

It had been 12 weeks since you’d delivered you and Carmy’s first baby, and your postpartum depression was in full effect. It really had not much to do with your baby, and everything to do with you. You felt gross after you delivered, you barely even wanted Carmy to look at you which he took like a stab in the heart. 

When you came home, it wasn’t really different. Even though showering was…very painful, and you could really use the help and would appreciate that help very much - you couldn’t accept it. The idea of your husband seeing your naked body that you considered to be mangled and gross brought tears to your eyes. The idea of him watching blood run down the drain as you carefully rinsed your mangled bits he used to devour nearly every night made you want to throw up. 

There was still a tiny part of you that believed he did this to you, so he shouldn’t be upset with the result - but somehow that just made you more angry because what if he was upset with how your body looked now, and just wasn’t saying anything? And how dare he not like your body after all you’ve done for him, for your family?! 

You were stood in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom after you showered, observing yourself. You could have sex how, if you wanted. But you had convinced yourself you’d never let Carmy see you naked again in fear he would shriek and cover his eyes and run away, a bit dramatic - but still you couldn’t face the idea of your husband not loving you anymore because he saw what left you have to give after 9 months of hell.

You touch your now jiggly, wrinkly belly, pulling the skin back with your hands and sighing a bit, remembering how you used to look. Tears welled in your eyes, “you’re so fucking vain” you whispered in the mirror. 

“Baby?” Carmy nudged the door open and you shout 

“JESUS CHRIST!!! IM CHANGING! Shut the door Carmen!” 

He jumps a bit at your sudden outburst, a frown coming to his features “why?” He asked and shut the door behind him. You quickly grabbed your shirt, sliding it over your head and pulling it out so it wouldn’t rest over your belly. 

“Cause- cause I deserve privacy?” You snap, angry that he wasn’t just running away like you’d expected him - or wanted him to. 

“Privacy? From…y’husband?” He comes over and rubs your arms gently “baby- are you gonna tell me wha’s up?” He asked. 

Your lip wobbled, more tears coming to your eyes. You shook your head quickly and looked at the floor, squeezing your eyes shut and hot, thick, shameful tears roll down your cheeks. “I’m ruined now” you said, your voice watery and defeated. 

“What?” He wiped your tears and hugged you, rubbing your back “baby what’s been goin on? You haven’t let me see you in months. I miss you, y’know that, right?” He kissed the top of your head as you sniffle in to his shirt

“I- I’m ugly now an-and wrinkly and covered in stretch marks and- and all…different down there. What if you stop loving me?” You burst into sobs. He could barely contain the lump growing in his own throat as he hushed you and rubbed soothing circles into your back. 

“Princess” he said his voice cracking a bit and he led you to the bed, sitting and pulling you into his lap “I could never stop loving you. I would have to be warm and dead to stop loving you. Y’hear me? You, and little dude, are the only things in this world that matter t’me…and maybe the restaurant…but-“ he said, just to bring a tiny smile to your lips 

“Mmm? See there’s that smile” he wipes your tears “what’s been bugging you baby, show me. I promise, I love every bit of you, I love you more every day- I still don’t know how that’s possible, but you make it work somehow” he teased and you blush, hiding your teary cheeks in the crook of his neck as he rubbed your back and side soothingly. 

“You say that but what if you see me and you can’t help it” you sniffled a bit. 

“Not possible honey” he countered. “Cmon- tell me. What’s been buggin you?” 

“My belly. And - and my thighs are so big now. My belly is all…ugh. Wrinkly and has all these red marks on it. And my bellybutton looks all weird” you whine 

“This belly?” He rubs his palm over it “the belly that kept our son all warm and happy n’safe till it was time f’him t’come home?” He asked and you huff 

“Yes but..it’s not…normal anymore” you said and he hums in agreement. 

“Y’right, it’s better, it’s new, it’s gonna take you some gettin’ used to- but I love it. Can I tell y’somethin and y’promise not t’be mad?” He asked and cuddled you into him more, kissing your cheek and hairline, wherever he could reach. 

“Mm” you hummed, sniffling softly 

“Your body now is the most beautiful it has ever been. Because it’s yours. It’s my wife’s body, my beautiful Mrs.Berzatto, it’s your belly, and your thighs, and your new different pussy you’re so afraid of” he said playfully in your ear to which you giggle a bit, cupping his cheek and looking at him with tear rimmed eyes. 

“Y’not just lying to make me feel better?” You asked and he shook his head 

“Nope- all the truth babygirl. Why would I lie t’my best girl mm? My only girl” he kissed your lips gently and rubbed your hip over. 

“And - and you really like it?”  You pouted 

He raised his brows in the ‘are you fucking with me’ Carmy way, “want me to show you?” He asked and you felt heat in your cheeks, looking down shyly. “Okay-“ he laid you back on the bed carefully, pushing up your shirt. “I think-“ he starts kissing from your ribs, over your sternum, down, down, over your belly, making it a point to kiss each little dimple and mark 

“I fed you and little boy sooo good while you were pregnant, so these? You can blame me. But I love them as selfish as it makes me” he kissed over your hips. “And these” he squeezed them with his hands “mmm fuck I looove these- I can’t wait to hold these while I’m fuckin’ you mm?” He traveled his hands up your waist, squeezing gently and continuing to ravish you in kisses. 

“And these” he gently squeezed your breasts together in your nursing bra “are fucking amazing. And a literal life source for our boy. An’he’s growin so well. He’s in the 95th percentile, he’s so healthy, and chunky. Y’doin amazing babe.” He cups your cheeks. 

“The most important thing though baby is you. You’re still my beautiful, kind, thoughtful wife. And I wouldn’t change anything about you, not a single fuckin’ thing, hear me?” He kisses you deeply. 

You felt more tears running down your cheeks, but it wasn’t fear or sadness this time that brought them, 

It was gratitude.

[jenoslutie]

Hi everyone! i know a lot of you might know jasmine aka xuhuihuis (formerly jasminexox5) who was a writer on here (she has deactivated now) but jasmine was a minor. 17 years old and writing smut for the past 2-3 years. As bad as that already is, however, that’s not the only thing she’s done. She's lied about her entire life to us.

- she claimed she was a lawyer working in a law firm but she was supposedly 23 at the time and you…cannot be a lawyer at 23.

- she made up a fake Korean boyfriend named Jaehyun (also the name of her nct bias…how ironic.)

- and not only that. she lied about being pregnant. she told people she was pregnant and made up a full story of how her being a bitch to everyone is due to the pregnancy hormones (dot dot dot.) she lied about a lot of things like the stolen ultrasound pic, her saying that her dad was racist and her saying that her mom wasn’t supportive of her pregnancy and then faking a gender reveal. It was a lot.

- To top it all off, we found out that not only is she fucked up, she’s also a minor. She faked being a 2000 liner when in reality she was born in 2007

she was someone i was close to for a while but i noticed her lying about very little things and it made her look really suspicious but then when she pulled out the pregnancy test pic i KNEW. it was fake. she proceeded to send ultrasound pictures that were taken from the internet

she even took it as far as faking cutting off her parents because they don’t approve of her pregnancy (which wasn’t even real)

she lied about having a bunch of tattoos only to later send a picture of her fake baby bump and there were no tattoos in sight.

we called her out and she immediately deactivated her tumblr and has not once spoken since. though everytime i did try to call her out on her pregnancy facts being incorrect, she’d just blame it on the baby and her pregnancy hormones which made absolutely no sense.

she was a writer for zerobaseone, nct and seventeen. i will keep an eye peeled in the tags and if she tries to come back, i will update.

this serves as your reminder to not believe everything someone tells you on the internet and be cautious of who you talk to out here.

[wambos-storytime-corner]

7 Deadly Diapers, Ch. 3: Gluttony pt. 3 (TW: Addiction, weight shaming)

“The.. the stuff in the.. um.. the gym bag—?“

“You mean your diaper bag? Ugh, yeah. I want you to put it on.” Whitney, feeling a new sense of power and independence smiled at the chance to put her husband well beneath her. Something had overcome her and she had begun to feel so free.

“But it’s so— so…” he gulped and tapped his fingers.

“So what, Ethan? Ironic? Poetic? Fitting? You have been treating me like shit so long and you think you get to just let me nurse you?— Which, don’t even get me started on how crazy that prospect is— but you seriously believe that you get to act like none of that ever happened? Nuh-uh. Think again. I wanna watch you put it on. Then MAYBE I’ll think about feeding you.” She reveled in the power bestowed to her by her wish. How this was all happening was far from being something she had on her mind. Her only concern was how to milk this miracle for all it was worth. Literally…

Her suddenly submissive husband wanted to retaliate but unfortunately there wasn’t a rebellious bone in his body that could override his lust for latching onto the generous nipple of his wife’s breasts. So, cringing, he soldiers on and swaddles himself into his diaper.

“That’s right.. plenty of powder. Top tapes first. No. No no. Ugh! I have to do everything for you don’t i…” taking charge she straps the remainder of the big hulking weight lifter into his shameful, powdery, prison-like pampers. Then came the onesie which was swiftly squeezed overtop of him, snapping it all shut. Unlucky for the big buff baby, it was just tight enough in the crotch to make him constantly aware of the bulk under his butt and groin.

But even more bizarrely, he noticed an odd sensation hugging his arms and torso.. his burly, masculine physique was compressed and compacted beneath the soft tight leotard more and more before both him and his wife’s eyes until he was nothing but a scrawny, girlish wimp of a man. It looks like he’d struggle lifting a 10 pound box now! The onesie had eaten all that hard work and in turn his confidence shriveled along with it. He looked panicked at his wife who’s face was anything but empathetic. She just cackled down at her new harmless, weakling of a spouse basking in her and her wish’s devilish craftsmanship, punctuating it all with a full palmed grip on his plush rump.

“Dawww! There we go! God, don’t you look just darling…” she covered her lips with a malicious snicker, “Now how about you strike some poses for me and while you’re at it you can ask me EXACTLY what you want. And keep it extra polite Mr. ‘This body doesn’t happen from whining and eating cheat pizzas’.” She smirks looking at her meek little husband contentedly whilst pulling her phone out to snap pics.

Ethan grimaced at the mental quandary he found himself toiling with along with the mourning he felt for his once perfect body. He couldn’t admit his desires without undermining what he’d faulted Whitney with earlier. And with all that had been taken he couldn’t bear the thought of giving up his pride any further and admit he was wrong! All he had left was his integrity! His self-certainty! His sense of discipline against his own bodily urges and cravings!…

Which made the feeling of defeat all the more painful as his eyes returned to his wife’s gorgeous, Siren-like breasts. All he could do was lick his lips, strike a pose for his wife, and buckle under the crushing weight of his deepest desires.

“I’ll do anything for a taste of you. Please, Whitney…” his drool oozed down over his chin as he gave her the show of a lifetime.

“That’s mommy from now on. And that’s a good start. But anything really broadens the scope don’t you think? Anyone can SAY they’ll do anything, but I want to see actions. And I have an idea on how you can prove precisely that. So, if you really want your big, warm, juicy dessert.. you gotta clean your plate first, bubs~!”

(Sorry for the delay. Works been crazy and I had to get some extra photos! Hope this will make up for it! 🥰)

[jonnnysuh]

Dating S Coups would include

A/N: HIIII Happy new year !!! Long time no see. I wanted to write one of these for so long but it just wasn’t working out…. And then my brain came up with this out of no where. I’m not sure how well this is gonna do bc it’s been a while ((also no one has ever requested s coups??? So I’m really doing this for no reason LMAO)) I’m ngl i kinda popped off on this one. also fun lil treat at the end <3

Series Masterlist

Crushing stages:

This is a friends to lovers type of man!!! I cannot stress this enough

You meet each other when you’re kids and one day he looks at you and it just clicks

At first you refuse to believe there’s something between you two bc you’ve known him for so long

But there’s something about the way he says your name when he’s sleepy, how he always makes sure to be on the “dangerous” side of the sidewalk for you, how he is the one thing in your life that feels stable and warm and right

One day he’s like “fuck it” and goes for it bc there is no feeling in the world as definite as his love for you

Dating:

Bc you’ve been friends for actual eternity he knows you so well

It goes beyond just remembering all the foods you do and don’t like (which he does know) … HE CAN TELL WHEN YOU’RE LYING

Also bc of this, he’s the first person you go to for advice

You know he’ll be honest and fair and help you come up with the right decision bc he just… knows you

Sends u drunk texts bc he cannot stop thinking about u ever

100000% compared hands with you when you were just friends LMAO AND STARTED INTERLOCKING FINGERSJSJDKSK

He does not get tired of listening to the story of when you realized you had feelings for him

Will do things for you even if he’s tired out of his mind as long as it makes u happy

If u needed a glass of water in the middle of the night there is no question about,, he’s getting up from bed to make sure you have it

“Text me when u get home” 🫡

Brings up embarrassing childhood stories about you

But don’t worry you also got some dirt on him so he won’t be hehe-ing for too long

NOOO I FEEL LIKE HE’D ENJOY MAKING LEGO FLOWERS WITH YOU (or any sort of thing where you guys can sit in comfortable silence,, as long as you’re together type thing)

IT’S A YEARLY TRADITION

Is not afraid to tell you his opinion

And won’t always agree with u

Sometimes he wont say it tho, you can just tell by his face…. But also guess what Cheol ur not the boss 🤬🤬🤬

Loves late night drives !!! Eeeee imagine listening to music in the car with him and singing your lil hearts out

One hand on the wheel one hand on you

Having a Spotify blend of ur guys’ favourite songs 😭😭 and they’re always in rotation 😭😭😭 Imma cry rn

He said “I love you” first. Tbh he always knew he was going to be the one bc he can’t help it, it’s so easy with you

Cuddles after a long day

“C’mere” in his tired voice FJOSFIOWJXJKWNS!!!

Spoonfeeds you bites of his meals

Your parents really really like him ((he’s so charming I fear there was no choice))

Sends u cute lil update pics

YOU GOT THIS FULL GROWN MAN SENDING YOU KISSY FACES

Nah he for sure has an album in his phone called “us <3” or some shit with just pics of YOU GUYS AHHHHHH

For some reason I feel like he’d like the sound of his SO’s voice

Is your voice of reason when u wanna make a dumb decision … but will that stop u from being dumb sometimes??? I think not

Lowkey…. Blows u kisses…. No one else is allowed to see tho ok shh

Your whole house smells like him after he visits bc his cologne is STRONG

Often times when you’re cuddling in bed he’ll be looking over your shoulder so u guys watch TikToks/videos together

Soooooo supportive! He’s so proud of you!!

Competitive asshole

It can be the most mundane thing ever but he has to win or even just tease you about it

Voluntarily gives you his sweaters and shirts

Lifts you up a bit when you guys hug

Long-term bets ((just cause y’all know you’ll be together for a longgggg time))

Calling each other by your childhood nicknames

He gets excited when you guys talk about the future he literally cannot wait to spend his entire life with you

Taps on his cheek for a kiss jfodjdjkdnd

Plays with your hair so gently that it causes you to fall asleep

“How are you, my baby?”

HE HAS TO ADD “MY” BC YOU ARE HIS BABY

Protective. If he thinks someone’s gonna mess with you he’ll step in at the exact right time

Lowkey gets jealous,, he needs that reassurance sometimes

NAHHHH imagine saying “make me” to this man …. That’s all I’m gonna say

Bites u (lovingly)

Loves going grocery shopping with you and taking an extra long time in the snack aisle

Has the urge to sing cheesy love songs around you bc you make him feel like those songs!!!

If you do something cute he’ll blush

Messing with him is so much fun bc theres literally endless ways to go about it

You have the privilege to push his buttons

Either one of you bringing up childish shit like “REMEMBER WHEN WE PLAYED FREEZE TAG AND YOU DIDNT UNFREEZE ME??”

If you start showing him things on FaceTime he’ll give you his full attention like he’s in the room with you

Gets pouty when he wants a kiss and you’re not giving it to him

NAH if you get sulky coups it’s over with you’ve already lost … the man is getting what he wants

play wrestles with u

The way he looks at you there is honestly no denying that he is so in love with you

The one person in the world who knows everything about you

Loves a good deep talk but fair warning: he will get emotional about it

All I’m saying is s coups is a certified lover boy methinks

BONUS:

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

hi. alot is happening. bumming off wifi rn. i'm copy/pasting someone from a doc i started in libra office with no internet.

A LOT IS HAPPENING BEHIND THE SCENES AND I’M KEEPING TRACK.

The landlady has made excuses to not give us back the security deposit. She keeps having Dave’s boss call him in a foul mood will all kind of threats and accusations of things we supposedly broke/ruined.

1.) On our first night out of there she has already threatened to call the cops on us by claiming that we filled the house with perfume before we left so it’ll hurt her. What happened was we cleaned it because she demanded that it was clean like it supposedly was when we moved in(it wasn’t clean when we moved in). We used that Meyers shit, which has a pretty muted scent and is supposed to be safe for the environment. And it was just basic sweeping, dusting, and then doing up the ktichen and bathroom just to be safe.

2.) Today she has claimed that we filled the washing machine with motor oil to ruin it as punishment before we left. She swears the whole house smells of oil, after screaming about it smelling like too much perfume that was supposedly used to hurt her breathing. Mind you, mom is an asthmatic so we can’t use things with strong scents because it will fuck her up. If we bought oil, it would be for the van cuz that shit is expensive and we wouldn’t be wasting it on HER of all people.

By now, Dave’s boss is aware that she cannot legally withold the deposit and that she’s trying to use the fact that Dave is a dumbass, against him. Mom however, knows the laws, and the lease said nothing about not using scented cleaners OR perfumes, and she does not have a legit reason to not give us the $1600 back. If she took it to court it would not hold. She has to make an itemized list of her claims, Dave has to acknowledge whether or not they are true, and then it goes to court.

fyi I took videos of everything in the house. Bethy’s Room, Mom’s Room, Bathroom, Living Room, Dining Room, Kitchen. All items that were hers, such as the Oven, Fridge, Washer, Dryer, Toilet, Sinks,Tub/Shower, random Recycle Bin, and Wall Hangings. Inside and Out. All details were recorded before we left. I even recorded us leaving at exactly 11:23 PM Feb 15th 2024, and recorded turning the light off.

Let’s see if she comes up with something else tomorrow. ~5:22 PM Feb, 17th 2024

3.)

Feb, 21st 2024:

I’ve just been informed by Bethy that Dave has gone on to further embarrass us. He insists that he’s got all these racing friends(and tbf they promised to help fund a big event to raise money for us 2 years ago, and then ghosted him AND Bethy when they asked what they had to do to help) who will help and has been harassing them for money.

One of them, an active dirt racer, posted a screenshot with Dave’s full name in a text convo begging for cash. And then half a dozen other dirt racers, active and retired, shared that he’s been hitting them up for money too. How he was in people’s posts about random shit beggn for money and then how he got swindled under his own comment by someone mocking him and posting the same thing he did with a small wording change about leaving an abusive house and Dave not only fell for it but then said he’d try to help them.

And now the greater dirt racing community is aware of this and are mocking him and us and some are making inquiries about Bethy’s well-being in connection to Dave. And their wives are having things to say about how he’s a bad parent and she should be taken away from him.

And I need to remind everyone that this is to pay off a blackmailer who is demanding $300 a week now. Bethy got a bit more info out of him on that and it apparently involves a photo. And there are only 2 types of photos that can get him in legal trouble(since he believes he CAN go to jail over this). So either he sent an unsolicited dick pic, which won’t receive much punishment cuz he’s a man who LOOKS white enough. OR it’s child p0rn, and he’s never given that vibe out of everything fucked up with him so I’m not exactly sure.

But he walks around demanding to know ‘did anyone give us money yet’ and people have donated to the GFM and Mealtrain, and I’ve earned about $100 on Ko-Fi recently, and we haven’t told him cuz he won’t use it for anything good.

He’s been bumming extra money off his boss despite knowing that the van need fixing, we need hot water and heat, and several other problems that need fixing ASAP. And his boss is asking questions and is getting nastier and nastier cuz he doesn’t trust Dave’s intentions and shitty lying.

There is no lease. The owner of this house knows Dave's boss and they supposedly came to an agreement that so long as Dave fixes up this house, we can stay here in the mean time for free. They supposedly made an agreement that Dave's boss will buy everything we need to fix the house up and then send all the receipts to the friend who will then pay him back.

And now Dave's boss is getting so fed up with Dave and his wishy-washy behavior and begging for all this money all the time that he does not earn, that he is now saying he never made any such promises. And he refuses to contact the owner of this house at all. There is no recording. No contract. No signatures. No proof that such a discussion went down at all. It is Dave’s word(unreliable) against the boss’(the one with money and power here) word.

Dave has no way to contact the owner either. Cuz he didn’t think that was necessary apparently. He was perfectly fine making his boss the go-between until his boss got angry.

So our ability to even stay here is hanging in the balance.

Can’t wait to see what other bad news I’m gonna find out.

[lexyscross]

Kirsch family headcanons! 💕 (Pt. 1)

(Reposting this in parts because Tumblr changed their shit and won't let me edit the original post now.)

Since Radio Silence wanna play tricky, let’s just say that their first names are all the same, and their family name is Kirsch. I’m also assuming their personalities were all genuine and not just acts they put on. (Except for Ethan; I believe his Shy Awkward Bean personality was an act, and I've heard Jack Champion said so himself. I think he was likely a spoiled little douche canoe. (*affectionate) But, mostly, the only mentions here of him being shy or meek are the childhood headcanons, so it still works.)

Okay? Let’s go!

Richie is eldest (obviously), 7 years older, to be exact. Quinn and Ethan are twins; Quinn is older by 6 minutes. (Ethan is soooooo Baby Brother coded!)

Richie’s, Quinn’s, and Ethan’s nicknames from their parents as babies/little kids were “Buddy,” “Pretty Girl,” and “Pookie Bear,” respectively. (And they still fit the vibes when they grew up. 🥺)

The twins learned how to ride bikes at 5 or 6 years old. Quinn, with all of her boldness and confidence, took to it easily, but Ethan (having seen Quinn fall a couple of times, but get right back up) was scared. Quinn teased him for it, telling him to stop being a baby. Richie encouraged him, telling him that he wouldn’t let him fall and holding on at first until Ethan felt safe enough for Richie to let go.

They are absolutely one of those families that wear matching Christmas pajamas.

Wayne often worked late (obviously, he’s a detective), and their mother had... some career that required her to work late every now and then, so Richie sometimes had to babysit Quinn and Ethan. Whenever this happened, they would have a Stab marathon (even though their parents told him not to show the kids those movies). Quinn liked them almost immediately; for Ethan, it took 2 or 3 marathons for him to warm up to them.

Richie and Ethan are both autistic, but only Richie was diagnosed because with him it was more “apparent,” with his hyperfixations and all. Everyone just thought Ethan was shy and sensitive. This contributed to Wayne’s spoiling of Richie’s Stab obsession; he wanted to be supportive of his son’s interest (even though his wife told him it was unhealthy to indulge such a morbid fascination), but he took it too far. 🥺

Quinn has ADHD. She wasn’t diagnosed until she was 17.

Being that he’s 7 years older than them, Quinn and Ethan sort of hero worshipped Richie.

Richie loved his baby siblings, and he’d stab a bitch for them, but he was also constantly annoyed by them and how much they wanted to be around him. And they were often trying to get into his YouTube videos, trying to jump in-view of the camera (especially Quinn), which drove him nuts. (”MOM! DAD! MAKE THEM GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”)

The kids sometimes helped Richie with his fan-films. But Richie was very... fastidious when it came to his art, so he wouldn’t really let them do much; it was more like letting them hand him props and stuff like that. But once they got older, he allowed them to actually be in the movies... as victims, of course.

Ethan liked looking over Richie’s shoulder (to Richie’s annoyance) while he’d draw. It started out as a baby brother shadowing his big brother, but eventually he started liking the violence and the gore of it.

They’re all so protective of each other, but Richie and Quinn also low-key bully Ethan. (🖤)

Once, when Richie was 13 and Ethan was 6, Richie play-smacked Ethan on the head just a bit too hard; Ethan starts WAILING, full screaming sobs, and Richie panics, not wanting to get in trouble. He starts trying to shush Ethan and rubs his head, “Shh, shh, stop crying. You’re okay! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, stop crying!!” He lost his Stab privileges for a week.

Cute childhood pictures of little Richie holding his baby siblings. 🥺 Like if you feel like chewing on glass. 🙂

When they were 7, some kid pushed Ethan on the playground at school and was picking on him, so Quinn jumped on this kid and started decking him. A teacher pulled her off of him, called the parents, and Wayne had to come to the school. Quinn told him what happened, and said, “Daddy, you say we have to look out for each other.” He acted upset with her in front of the principal and fake lectured her, but once they got to the car, he told her, “That’s my girl!” No one fucks with their family.

When Quinn and Ethan were born, Quinn (being the elder twin) screamed until Ethan was finally out and their mother held them together. She has always been a protective sister!

When Ethan was little (ages 5-10), he'd go to sleep in Richie's bed with him whenever he got scared. (A nightmare or a storm, or after Richie made him watch a horror movie, before he got desensitized to them.) Richie would act so annoyed, but he'd always let him anyway. (Truly, he was annoyed, but he also felt some pride that his baby brother came to him to feel safe. 🥺)

Richie often had to deal with the twins crawling into his bed at night. These kids wouldn't leave alone. 😩

The family had a good amount money, and those kids were spoiled rotten. Wayne gave them whatever they wanted, but it was always with the best of intentions and love in his heart. (Ethan, being the baby – if only by a few minutes, was kind of a spoiled brat.)

(Part 2)

[homesickwhispers]

like this?

(van mccann x reader.)

you love Van’s longer hair and always make sure to let him know that. tonight, wasn’t any different.

warning: NSFW content.

💭 smut + request. 🔥

ps: i believe the middle pic was taken by ames but i’m not sure 😭 anyway creds to her if it was <3

As I watched Van on stage, my body tingled with anticipation.

His long hair was soaked with sweat, strands clinging to his face, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a hint of his chest hair.

The way his hair fell across his eyes made him look wild, untamed, and impossibly alluring, but his voice—deeper, raspier, and sexier than ever—cut through it all, commanding attention.

Honestly, Van had always been the one to initiate things between us, more active, more daring. But tonight… I could already feel the heat building inside me, the pulse of my desire matching the beat of the drums.

As soon as we got back to our room, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back. I'd be the one to jump on him, to feel his heartbeat against mine, to close the distance that had been teasing us all night.

As he got off the stage, his eyes found mine, and a slow, confident smirk spread across his lips. It was that post-show swagger, brimming with an almost arrogant confidence, but somehow, that only made him more irresistible. I loved it—loved the way he radiated energy, as if he knew exactly the effect he had on me.

He made his way over, weaving through the crowd, and I couldn’t look away. My heart was racing, every nerve in my body attuned to him. By the time he was standing in front of me, his chest still heaving from the performance, I felt breathless myself.

“Enjoy the show?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, that smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth.

I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure, but the look in his eyes, dark and full of mischief, made it nearly impossible. “Maybe,” I replied, my voice wavering slightly, betraying how much he affected me.

He tilted his head, stepping closer, his scent—a mix of sweat, cologne, and adrenaline—wrapping around me. “Just ‘maybe’?” he challenged, his fingers brushing lightly along my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine. “I think you liked it more than that.”

I swallowed hard, knowing he was right, knowing I was already losing myself in the electricity between us.

“Maybe we should go inside so I can show you just how much I liked it,” I said, giving his bum a playful squeeze.

His eyes widened in surprise before a laugh rumbled out of him, warm and full of delight. “Oh, bold tonight, are we?” he teased, his hands sliding around my waist to pull me closer.

I grinned, feeling bolder than I had in a long time, emboldened by the way his eyes darkened with desire. “You have no idea,” I whispered, leaning in so my lips brushed against his ear, my breath warm against his skin.

His grip tightened, and he let out a low growl. “Then what are we waiting for?” he murmured, taking my hand and pulling me toward the door, his post-show confidence turning into something raw and eager.

As we got into the bedroom, he immediately reached for me, but I placed my hands on his chest to stop him, making him groan in protest.

“What?” he said, his voice husky and full of impatience.

I tilted my head, a teasing smile playing on my lips. “You see, Van... I really like you,” I began, slowly starting to unbutton his shirt. My fingers worked the buttons one by one, deliberately taking my time.

“Yeah?” he murmured, his gaze locked onto mine, his pupils blown wide. “I like you too.”

I bit my lip as I held his gaze. “I like a lot of things about you,” I continued, letting my hands slide down to hover over his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. “I like your eyes,” I whispered, staring into those deep, mesmerizing orbs that never failed to make my heart race. My hands trailed lower, lingering over the firm muscles of his chest. “I like your chest…”

His breath hitched as I let my fingers travel even further, pressing lightly against the hardness straining against his pants. “I like your…” I paused, a mischievous glint in my eyes, “your cock.”

Van swallowed hard, his breathing turning ragged. “But you know what I like more about you?” I asked, leaning in just a little, my voice soft but commanding his attention.

“What?” he rasped, almost breathless, his hands trembling slightly as he waited.

“Your hair, babe.” I said, running my fingers through the damp, tangled strands, savoring the way they slipped between my fingers.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, completely under my spell.

“Yeah…” I replied, feeling a thrill run through me as his eyes darkened with anticipation, knowing we were both on the edge, ready to be completely lost in each other.

He leaned in closer, his forehead nearly touching mine as his breath came out in shallow, heavy pants. “And what do you plan to do about that?” he whispered, a teasing grin breaking through, though his eyes were burning with desire.

I grinned back, threading my fingers deeper into his hair, giving it a gentle tug. He groaned, the sound vibrating against my skin, and it sent a thrill straight through me. “I’ve got a few ideas,” I murmured, tilting my head to brush my lips lightly over his, just enough to feel the heat of him but still keeping him wanting.

“God, you’re killing me,” he muttered, his hands finding their way to my hips and pulling me flush against him. His grip was firm, and I could feel the way his body was taut, desperate to close the space between us.

I chuckled softly, running my hands down his chest, slowly pushing his shirt off his shoulders. It fell to the floor, leaving his skin bare to my touch, and I traced my fingertips over his collarbone, savoring every inch. “Patience,” I whispered, my lips ghosting over the side of his neck.

“Patience?” he repeated, almost incredulous, but he surrendered to me anyway, his head tipping back to give me better access. I kissed a line along his jaw, feeling his pulse pounding beneath my lips, and his hands wandered over my back, holding on like he needed the contact to steady himself.

I smiled against his neck, my lips brushing lightly over his pulse point before I kissed it gently, feeling the way his breath shuddered. His hands roamed over my back, desperate and searching, but I took my time, reveling in the way he surrendered to my touch.

Slowly, I traced my fingers down his chest, my nails grazing over his skin just enough to make him shiver. His eyes were half-closed, his lips parted as he watched me, completely captivated. I pressed a kiss to his collarbone, then trailed my lips down, savoring the warmth of his skin and the way his muscles tensed beneath me.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, my name rolling off his tongue in a way that made my heart race. His hands tightened on my waist, his restraint wearing thin, but he let me keep control, trusting me completely.

I met his gaze, my lips curving into a playful smile. “You’re so good for me, Van,” I whispered, and his eyes darkened further, the tension between us coiling tighter.

He let out a shaky laugh, his voice rough. “That’s good, babes. I don’t want to be bad for you.”

I smiled, sliding my hands over the dips and grooves of his chest, the warmth of his skin seeping into me. “Trust me,” I whispered. “You are not bad for me. But tonight…Will you let me touch you like I want to?" I whispered, my voice carrying an edge of authority that made him shiver.

His eyes widened slightly, his pupils blown with desire. "Fuck yeah," he breathed, his voice a desperate plea that sent a thrill down my spine.

"Alright then," I said, my hands tightening in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. I guided him down, his face level with my stomach, feeling the tension radiate through his body as he surrendered to my control.

“Tonight," I continued, my voice steady. “I'm going to pull you by your pretty hair and I’m going to use you. Is that okay?" I asked, running my fingers slowly through the long, damp strands, feeling them slip between my fingers.

Van's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and he let out a soft, breathless sigh, leaning into my touch. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with pure, unfiltered desire. "Yeah," he whispered, his voice almost trembling, "more than okay."

The way he surrendered to me so easily, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing he needed, made my heart race. I tightened my grip in his hair gently, tilting his head back just enough to keep him looking up at me, our eyes locked.

"Is this hurting?" I asked softly, my fingers tightening in his hair as I guided his head down toward the button of my jeans.

Van’s breath caught, his body stiffening for just a moment before he relaxed, his eyes looking up at me with a mix of desire and submission. "No," he murmured, his voice thick with longing, "it feels... good."

I gave another gentle tug on his hair, watching the way his chest rose and fell with each shallow breath he took. "You look so good like this," I whispered, my voice low and teasing. “Being such a Good boy for me,” I murmured, feeling the thrill of being in control, of knowing he was mine to guide, to tease, and to make fall apart in the way only I could.

“Now, do you want to touch me, Van? Do you want to taste me?” I whispered, seeing the tension build in his body at my words.

He swallowed hard before nodding. "Oh fuck, yes, please."

I grinned, enjoying the way he was completely at my mercy. "Alright, then. Show me what you'd do to me if you weren't following orders."

I released my grip, and his head dipped slightly, almost automatically, but when I chuckled softly and gave his hair a light tug, he jerked back to attention, his breath coming in sharp pants.

"Sorry," he muttered, but I just grinned and leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead.

"It's okay," I whispered, "I like seeing you desperate for it. I like knowing that I can get you this worked up." I traced a line down his face, my fingertips brushing over the sharp angles of his jaw.

He shivered, his hands tightening on my hips for a second before releasing, as if he were struggling not to move. "You have no idea, (Y/N)," he breathed. "Just thinking about you gets me hard."

My lips quirked into a smile. "Good," I replied, leaning in to nuzzle my nose against his temple. His body tensed even more, his grip on my waist tightening before relaxing again.

I gathered all of his hair into my hand, pulling it back into a tight ponytail, the strands slipping through my fingers as I gave it a sharp tug, forcing his head up to face me. His eyes, dark and full of need, locked onto mine, the tension between us building with every second that passed.

He let out a soft groan, a mix of surprise and desire, his lips parting as if to say something, but the words never came. Instead, he remained there, eyes searching mine, waiting for whatever I was going to do next.

“You like that, huh?" I whispered, my grip tightening on his hair as I held him in place, making sure he was fully at my mercy. "You like it when your girlfriend grabs you by your hair and orders you around? It makes you fucking hard doesn’t it?”

“Yes," he rasped out, the words coming in desperate gasps. "I'm so fucking hard it hurts."

I grinned, leaning in closer so my lips brushed lightly against his, his breath hot against mine. "Fuck, you turn me on so much," I murmured, guiding his head back to my lips to let him feel the words more than hear them.

His mouth fell open against mine, and he groaned, a desperate, needy sound that sent a shiver through me. His lips moved against mine for a second, before he seemed to remember that he wasn’t in control tonight, and his mouth fell closed, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.

I hummed in approval, letting my lips move over his in a gentle, teasing kiss before I pulled back just enough to be able to speak. "Good boy," I whispered, giving his hair another tug, making his breath catch.

“Now touch me,” I commanded, my voice still husky but with an edge of firmness that made him groan softly.

He didn't hesitate, his hands immediately roaming up my sides to cup my breasts. I let out a small moan, feeling the weight of them in his hands, his thumbs grazing over my nipples through my clothes. I leaned in, pressing a kiss to the side of his head as he squeezed my breasts gently, his touch making me arch into him.

"Like this?" he asked, looking up at me for reassurance.

“Yeah, that feels good,” I breathed, my hips rocking forward on their own, needing the friction.

Van made a pleased sound, his mouth finding the skin of my neck and kissing it lightly. "You like it when I touch your tits?" he asked, and the way he said it made me melt.

“I love it,” I whispered, feeling my skin prickle with heat as his teeth grazed over my pulse. I threaded my fingers back through his hair, tugging gently to remind him that he still had to do what I said.

He groaned softly against my neck, his hands working my breasts with more purpose now. “Van,” I murmured, tugging on his hair to make him look up at me. His pupils were blown wide, dark with desire, and it made my heart speed up in excitement.

I let my hands drift down his chest again, savoring his reaction as they traced over the muscles and tattoos, exploring every inch of skin. His breath came in heavy pants, his eyes never leaving mine as he waited for me to give the signal.

"Unzip your pants for me," I commanded, smiling as he immediately reached down to obey.

He pulled his dick out of his pants, letting it jut out proudly, hard and already slick at the tip. My lips parted slightly as I took him in, feeling a warmth spread through me. I was always amazed by the sight of him—by the way his skin was almost velvety soft but the heat of him radiated through, by the way he felt like he was made just for me.

My hands traveled down, lingering over the planes of his stomach, his muscles tense and defined. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," I whispered.

His gaze found mine, dark and filled with longing. "I think the same about you," he murmured. "Every time I look at you, (Y/N), every time we are apart.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I wrapped my hand around him. He hissed in a breath as my hand closed around his cock, the weight of him feeling perfect in my palm. "You're beautiful too," I murmured, stroking him slowly, enjoying the feel of his skin against mine.

"You're going to kill me," he groaned, his head dropping back against the wall.

"I don't think so," I said with a chuckle, pumping his cock a little harder. He let out a low, guttural sound, his hips rocking forward into my hand instinctively. I squeezed him just a bit harder, relishing the way his whole body tensed up.

"Oh shit," he muttered, and I grinned at the way his voice sounded on the edge of control.

"You like that?" I asked softly, my strokes growing a little faster.

“Fuck yes,” he rasped, "don't stop."

I chuckled, squeezing him gently. “I have no intention of stopping,” I teased, "not yet, anyway."

He groaned, letting his head tip back and his eyes close. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered.

I pumped him harder, feeling him grow even thicker in my hand, his cock leaking with desire now. I tightened my grip around him, stroking him faster, and he thrust up into my palm with a long, low moan.

"Fuck, yes," he muttered, "just like that."

His hands reached up to cup my breasts again, his fingers pinching my nipples through my clothes, and I gasped, the sensation zinging straight down to my clit. “God, don’t stop,” I moaned.

"Tell me what you like," he whispered, looking up at me again. “Do you want my hands on you? Do you want me to kiss you?"

I licked my lips, feeling the heat coursing through me now. “I want it all,” I admitted, pumping his cock harder as he squeezed my nipples tighter.

Van groaned at my words, his eyes flashing with desire as he leaned in to kiss the side of my neck. My head fell back against the wall, my heart racing as his tongue teased over my skin.

"God, I want you too," he muttered between kisses, his hands roaming up under my shirt to feel my skin.

I moaned, my whole body coming alive at the feel of him touching me. I had no idea how much it would turn me on to have him obeying me, to have him do whatever I asked for. It made me feel like I was his world, like nothing else existed for him, and that was intoxicating.

“Are you gonna make me come in your hand?” he murmured against my skin.

“If you want,” I replied, still pumping him slowly.

“I think I do,” he whispered, licking a line up my neck.

I smiled, feeling the way my desire was building at his touch. “Tell me how you want it to feel,” I murmured.

Van groaned, thrusting forward into my hand. “Like you’re gonna make me explode,” he rasped. “Like everything is gonna come apart inside me.”

My heart raced at the way he described it, feeling the same anticipation build inside me. I wanted him to lose control like that, to see him give in to the pleasure I gave him.

“Alright then,” I whispered, pumping him faster now.

His hands roamed up under my shirt, pushing it up over my breasts and tossing it aside. Then, they reached around to unhook my bra, letting it fall from my shoulders and leaving my tits completely bare to his touch. My nipples hardened instantly, and he made a soft sound of appreciation as he cupped them gently.

"God, you have the most fucking amazing tits," he muttered.

I arched into his touch, my mouth falling open in a silent moan. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered, the heat rushing through me now.

“Are you going to let me come?” he asked, thrusting forward again.

“Maybe,” I whispered, wanting it as much as he did.

"Come on baby, make me come," he growled, his hips rocking into my hand now, desperate and wild.

I smiled at his surrender to me and gave his cock another firm squeeze before letting go completely, holding him there for a second. He groaned in protest, his eyes flying open and finding mine, filled with lust and need.

"Fuck, (Y/N)," he rasped, "please..."

I chuckled softly, tightening my grip again. "Patience," I whispered.

He made a low, anguished sound, but it turned into a deep groan when I started pumping him again. His hips rocked forward, desperate for the release I could give him, and I felt my own desire spiraling tighter too, the warmth building between my legs.

I stroked him harder, faster now, and he groaned deeply, his whole body tense, ready for the release.

"I'm gonna come in your hand," he moaned, his hips thrusting faster now, desperately seeking his release.

I smiled, my touch firm as I watched him give in completely to the sensation. "Come on then," I urged him softly.

Van let out a deep grunt, his eyes closing as his body tensed and his cock pulsed in my hand. I tightened my grip and pumped him faster, feeling his hot come dripping over my palm as he came hard. He made a choked, guttural sound as he lost control, his body shuddering with pleasure.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasped, his hips still rocking into my touch. "Fuck."

I held him, letting him feel the full force of his orgasm, feeling him come apart and let go completely. Finally, his body relaxed, his muscles releasing their tension, and he looked up at me, his eyes glazed over with the aftermath of pleasure.

"Mmmhmm," he sighed, letting out a contented exhale.

I smiled, letting my grip relax but still stroking him gently to help his body come down from the release. “Did that feel good?” I asked softly.

"Fuck yes," he grunted, his eyelids half-closing in bliss.

I grinned and leaned in, giving him a slow, sweet kiss on the mouth. “Good boy,” I whispered against his lips.

"Now seriously, Van," I said, trying to catch my breath, "please never cut your hair."

He laughed, still a little breathless, his eyes shining with joy. "Yeah? After what you just did with me, I might as well never get a haircut, babes."

"Good," I replied, leaning in to give him a quick peck. "You're my pretty boy."

A flush crept up his neck, and he grinned wide, a little shy but clearly pleased. "Your pretty boy, huh?" he repeated, his voice teasing but his expression soft.

I nodded, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from his face. "Yeah," I whispered, my heart swelling. "Always."

"Am I still your pretty boy when you pull me around and make me do all those nasty things for you?" he teased, his grin widening.

I rolled my eyes playfully, but I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. "Especially then," I said, leaning in close. "You know you secretly love it."

Van let out a low chuckle, his hands finding their way back to my waist. "Only because it's you," he murmured, his voice softening. "I’d do anything you wanted, baby"

I felt my cheeks heat up, his words sending a thrill through me, but I tried to hide it with a smirk. "Good to know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding all over again.

He hummed in appreciation, leaning into me. “I want more of that though,” he murmured.

I laughed, my hand still stroking his cock gently to keep the sensation going. “You're a greedy little brat, aren't you?”

"Fuck yeah I am," he replied, his voice raspy and hoarse still.

“Okay then,” I said, giving him another gentle kiss, "I'll be greedy right back with you." I kissed him again, slower and longer this time, feeling our mouths open together as our tongues touched. I moaned softly into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping over mine in a way that lit a fire in my veins.

"God," I whispered against his mouth, my blood thrumming with desire.

“God,” he echoed, his lips chasing mine again, needing more of me.

I laughed softly against his mouth and pushed him back against the wall again, feeling him tense at the movement. “Let me,” I whispered.

Van let his head fall back against the wall, his chest heaving with breaths as he looked at me, completely under my control. I ran my fingers over the strong planes of his chest, enjoying the look of pure submission on his face.

“Tell me again,” I murmured. “Tell me you’re mine to do with what I want.”

His eyes darkened even more, his mouth parting with anticipation. “(Y/N),” he breathed, “I am all yours.”

[priestfrommidnightmass]

new potential love interest reveal for anyone invested in my personal life for some reason. bc some are

okay SO. there’s this other guy i work withhhh of course and i’ve had a bigggg crush on him from the literal first moment i met him because god he’s sooooo fucking cute UGH. (the first time i saw him at the training me and my bestie gave each other a Look and were texting each other under the table like Oh my god did you just fall in love with him too. we have been jokingly fighting over him for MONTHS 😭) however it was like. never that serious it was just a fun thing for my friends and i to joke abt all the time and i haven’t felt the need to talk abt him for a variety of reasons bc 1. i was clearly BUSY with my other situationship hell and 2. me and him literally Never talked. like we talked comically little it was almost a bit that we’d never had a full conversation he would give me his stuff and then leave the second i got there so it wasn’t like we were super close by any means lmfao. and of course 3. he just HAD to have a girlfriend because why wouldn’t he. why WOULDN’T HE. they always do. but me and my friend were like okay soon we have to gauge how serious it is like what’s the deal is it serious is it like a canada girlfriend or what. so i finally brought it up with him this past friday and he talked abt her a bit and showed me pics of them and she was verrryyyy pretty and they’d been together for like two years which whatever that’s fine cool now i know right. NO! that’s not the end.

first of all him and i have already been talking a bit more than usual (maybe a few full conversations at this point!) but even better we were actually teaching together this week which means we’ll get to spend a bunchhhh of time together (also me and situationship are separated which helps too bc. out of sight out of mind) and he was like i’m so excited to finally be able to work closely with you and talk to you and whatever which is fun i was super looking forward to it. but anyway context there had been a wedding at our week on friday and so on monday my other coworker was like God I feel sooo bad for him we keep talking abt the wedding and stuff it’s probably making him feel worse and i was like. hey wdym. wdym. and they were like oh he just went through a really rough breakup and he’s kind of unwell abt it. and listen this person is Not the most reliable source whatsoever so i was hesitant to believe it because he had literally been raving abt her less than three days prior bro like WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!! so i casually bring her up (he’d mentioned that they might’ve been going to an event at our work together in a few weeks and i asked if he was still planning on that) and he was like oh yeah me and girlfriend unfortunately broke up it’s kind of a mess right now. and i was like oh my god i’m so sorry i had no idea i feel bad for bringing it up and he was like no it’s okay it’s fine i should’ve seen it coming. it’s kinda funny i totally switched up the gender roles and *i* was the one begging her for an explanation and to try and stay and fix the relationship and she was the one who ghosted me LOL! (.) BUT THERE’S ONE MORE KEY DETAIL. he’s leaving in LESS THAN A WEEK ACROSS THE COUNTRY because he’s getting his fucking PHD from a nice ass school (i fucking know dude) i always knew this but he’s leaving like much much sooner than expected. but anyway he is like. insanely attractive and charming and smart and it’s like 😭 why are you doing this to me. he’s so tall and he has the nicest hands if anyone i’ve ever seen and he’s sooo sweet to me and he’s always nerding out abt the smart ass shit he’s studying and it’s soooo charming dude you have no idea he’s so fun to talk to and be around. he is insanely out of my league like i think we all have got to be a little in love with him but for some reason the last few days i’ve been deluding myself into thinking there’s any chance something could happen and yknow what? i will absolutely try my luck he’s literally gonna be gone in a week i will totally make a rebound offer bc he keeps asking to hang out soon and shit. the pieces are falling into place let me finally have this universe. LET ME INNN

[chialeah]

TCR EPISODE 9

Fuck- this episode was so tense and heartbreaking but so so good! Definitely the toughest episode to watch so far. Masterclass in acting from all the cast involved! Major spoilers below!

1. With minimal dialogue from Danny this episode Tom brilliantly spoke through his eyes/body language to convey Danny’s inner thoughts/emotions. I truly was heartbroken watching Danny watch Candy betray him and stay loyal to Marlin. Also his face during the final scene! I truly couldn’t handle it.

2. The actress playing the DA is eating fr. I will definitely have to check out more of her work! Christopher Abbott has also been giving a wonderful performance these past few episodes. I’m such a big fan of his work and TCR has been a great addition. They truly are the backbone of the trial and have been doing a great job raising bigger issues/questions about Danny’s overall place.

3. Annabelle, Angelo, and Jerome taking the witness stand was a great addition. You could tell that they all were sort of empathetic to the internal struggles Danny has been dealing with(whether or not he deserved it in those specific situations). Jerome-I love you fr! I’ve loved his performances from these past two episodes and am grateful that he has been able to show a more gentle/vulnerable side to Danny and his alters.

4. Candy! I appreciate that the episode established that she was at the receiving end of abuse too. “Guilt or Grief, which one can you bear” is such a banger line and it was interesting to see how Candy reacted to it. I HATE that she did that to her own son but I get why she was so afraid. She wasn’t ready to lose everything so she decided push her own son further away by lying. Truly a shame fr! I hate Marlin so so so much! Appreciate the actor giving this role his all because he’s truly made Marlin such a despicable character lol. The look of heartbreak between Candy and Danny after she took the stand will haunt me.

5. The final scene! I had such a visceral reaction to this scene it was crazy! I knew that the binder clip was going to come back in a dangerous way. The look of solemn terror but also relief after Danny harms himself was so heartbreaking I legit started to sob. I do appreciate the show not showing the action of abuse or self harm but rather the characters reactions to it. I think this is a really smart way to emphasize the emotional/psychological toll it takes. I have a lot of questions about the outcome of Danny’s action in this scene but i guess we’ll find out more next week!

6. Spoilers!- From the set pictures and locations used during the filming of episode 10 it seems that whatever the outcome of the trial is Danny hopefully (eventually) gets sent to a mental facility upstate! Looks like some time has passed and Rya goes to visit Danny. He even has his scars from where he harmed himself! I’ll put some of the set pics below! This is truly saving me from having a full freak out about this episode lol.

Hopeful that we get to have some closure for Ari, Jonny, and the other alters in some capacity in the next episode. Hopefully Candy steps up in some way in the next episode as well. I also am looking forward for Danny’s defense (including Rya) to get a fucking win in the incoming parts of the trial. This show has truly done a great job giving example to the nuanced history mental illness has had within the social/judicial/political systems at play here in the U.S. Can’t believe we’re at the finale already! Looking forward to seeing these storylines get wrapped up. Great job all around! Bravo Tom!

My episode ranking so far:

9-8-7-6-3-5-4-2-1

[thoroughlysaucedsparrow]

AAAAAAAAA ITS DONEEE

I measured it and this thing is fucking 6’6-

(materials and process underneath vv)

Materials used:

-3 pvc pipe segments with the screw adapters

-Eva foam : 2mm, 5mm, 10mm

-Foam clay

-Thermoplastic beads

-Metal wire

-Various superglues

-Spray paint

-Acrylic paint

~~ The Pvc Segments:

I started off with three 2ft pvc segments and glued the cross adaptor on the top, then proceeded to hack off and move around pieces as I saw fit. For the top segment I believe I cut off 5in, then glued 3 to the top of the cross pipe and tossed the remaining 2in. I also cut off 8in on the bottom to make way for the spike which is around 5.5in.

(The original pipes, I didn’t really have any other progress pics of this part)

~~ The Main Blade:

I started by going into FireAlpaca and separating the halberd from Sinclair’s sprite, then broke it up into various pieces and used Rasterbator to size up the blade. After that I printed it out, assembled it, and transferred it to freezer paper to adjust it as I saw fit.

After that I cut out two pieces of 10mm foam and glued them together as the main blade, then added the details with some 2mm foam I got from Walmart I think? I proceeded to hack away chunks of foam with Eva foam with a box cutter (and almost sliced my hand open in the process) before sanding the absolute crap out of it)

Once it was all sanded and I was content with it I took my heat gun and sealed all the foam and got rid of the fluffy texture created by the sanding and filled some of the gaps with foam clay.

After the blade I was done I stuck some wire into it, then shoved that wire through some thermoplastic beads I had melted and put in the pipe, and superglued it. It really wasn’t wanting to stay so I added more thermoplastic around the outside and proceeded to add more superglue (Gorilla and Flex Seal glue if I recall correctly) which has seemed to help it stay on. It’s not 100% stable but as long as I’m careful with it I’m ok.

~~

The Spikes:

Just like the blade, I made the pattern based the sprite itself. Using the line tool in FireAlpaca I traced over the top spike and the side spike and got the pattern from that. I resized and reshaped them in a Google doc before printing them out. After that I traced two of the spike pieces, cut one in half vertically and glued them together. After that I used small triangular pieces of foam to connect the corners and with that the skeleton was done (I added wire into the bottom spike for support as it is going to be bashing the floor a lot). i then filled the skeletons with foam clay, making sure to get all the sides even and filled completely.

(I forgot to add the triangle pieces in the bottom spike until later)

Once I sanded them and attacked them with the same method as the blade the base was done!

~~ Painting:

In order to create a stable base to paint on I shoved three wooden dowels into a fertilizer box and hot glued them down. I then broke the halberd down and put each piece on the spike before spraying it with multiple coats of plastidip.

(Note- I taped off the parts that would be screwed down as I was afraid that the paint would interfere with the threading. I don’t know if it would actually cause any problems but I didn’t feel like risking it)

Once that was completely dry I sprayed it with three coats of Rustolem Black High Gloss paint.

Finally, I dry brushed everything with silver paint and added the lettering, using some black paint to mimic the paint chipping.

Once I added two coats of Rustolem clear sealant it was done!! The overall process took about two weeks and I’m quite happy with how it turned out! I may or may not have injured myself a lot during the process because I’m stupid but it was quite a fun project, and I do have more Project Moon props planned for the future such as Don’s lance and Argalia’s scythe. Once I finish my full cosplay I’ll make a post similar to this one :)

[tawus]

What’s ur take on Gojo’s cock in general?

Like I know it’s lengthy from reading the Infidelity smut scenes, but how long is it precisely~~~??? 👀

(I think you mentioned it before but then I forgot in either one of ur other asks or in the story. 🤔)

How thiccc is it? 2 1/2 inches? 2 3/4 inches? Veins~~~~? 😏

I’m obviously asking this bc of the NSFW Pre-workout Gojo figure that I showed you. 😌

(Ngl that cock, on the figure, looks like it could be 6.5 inches. 🫣🫠🤫)

You know I’d actually sent a screenshot of your dick-related questions to a friend with the caption: ‘Mokona asking real questions’ lmao

Oh lord Gojo’s dick – the amount of discussions that transpired on the subject over my time in this fandom…

First of all, girl that dick on the figurine looks about 10-11 inches if I’m honest. I’ll explain why. A very closed friend of mine (it wasn’t me I promise) was feeling horny and purchased a 9 inch dildo, not yet having the full comprehension what each inch would feel like inside of her. Well the dildo came (pun not intended) and the damn thing was so huge that only its head fit inside her and hurt and burned like a bitch (I promise I’m talking about a friend’s experience here). And this friend’s vagina isn’t especially tight either. She once had a dick so big it hurt her at first and bruised her – but even that dick was about 7-8 inches. The dick on the figurine I believe is about 10-11 inches based on its proportion to his body, if you look at that full body shot where half his appendage is protruding as big as his 3rd leg, not to mention the extreme girth which also adds to its monstrous size.

Now lemme make something clear: as much as I fictionally glorify the big dick – irl it hurts and Gojo’s does especially. It’s just impossible to take him in without proper prep. Often it takes him all of his self-control to not push into you in one go, since although feeling your warm wetness envelop him is a feeling he’s addicted to and always craving – it’s just not worth seeing you in pain over it. (Note that we’re not talking about Infidelity Gojo here, who might want to hurt his lover in this way at times)

Following on from that, the lube thing becomes an essential and a habit: there’s a bottle in the glove compartment of your car, there’s a little bottle even in your purse (at his insistence) which you toss from one purse to another together with your other essentials such as your wallet and car keys whenever you change purses, Satoru’s fingernails are always trimmed to be able to prep you no matter the setting or place, and here and there someone will notice Gojo’s tongue absentmindedly playing inside his mouth – that strong tongue which has learned to draw even Egyptian hieroglyphs in your pussy since licking you was so necessary for him to be able to fit himself in. There are all of these minute, almost invisible to other people details which have become a part of your and his routine.

Btw over on my discord server we used to have scientifically important discussions about his size as well, with the general consensus resting on 9-10 inches with an impressive length, the utmost beauty of his organ (because everything about Gojo Satoru is immaculate – that’s why he’s Gojo Satoru), and less girthiness than Toji, who just has the fattest dick you’ve ever seen even with his lesser inches. I’d taken some pics during those discussions for visualisation

[mokkemusic]

✨Yugi Sensei headcanons 🥼📝🌌🔭 ✨ (I wrote this a while ago but I need to put this here for archive purposes AND because everything I said basically came true! But I’ll get to that later date posted: 5/7/24)

Ok so I cannot contain myself any longer I’ve tried believe me I’ve tried but I am actually COMBUSTING so here they are:

(I wanted any pic here so Kamome building worked)

1) Aside from the obvious that all the girls had a crush on their very dapper science teacher (well maybe not all but at least a few at the very least they thought he was cute. Just them thinking that.) Aside from that! Him as a teacher-the words coming out of my mouth now still don’t feel real🥺- BUT

2)He would be the understanding teacher that everyone can go to for help. He shares his passion for the stars and he makes a big show of exaggerated disappointment when his students are like “Well Sensei, space is just boring.” “Boring? Well will just have to fix that.”

He’d be that teacher that got all the permissions for a nightly class excursion to the school buildings rooftop (idk how it works at Kamome and what paperwork or forms would have to be approved but putting that aside)and sets up the telescope and helps everyone set up theirs (The school has a lot of funding ok let’s just make believe)and watches as everyone’s face lights up in awe as they take turns with their group partner watching the Perseids meteor shower on a day there’s a new moon and the stars are exceptionally bright!

He’d be the teacher that collects all the equipment after with a smug look on his face and who would not be above teasing the so called “bored students of the bunch” in their next class ever so slightly.

His passion that’s full of “life” would be contagious for that specific topic and it would spread to his students. It would. Even if it’s only for the time they are in his class and they can talk about how their science teacher was really overly enthusiastic and when they graduated he would be memorable.

3)He’d be the teacher who…if he sees things are getting out of hand between students during his class hours would nip it in the butt right away. He’s got a no bullying tolerance policy.He’d either be firm“Excuse, me but I’m teaching here.” or light hearted “Fighting in my lesson?Maybe I’m not giving you enough to keep you occupied depending on what it calls for. At least during class time.But he would always be keeping an eye on students giving them a nudge to see him after class or having his door open for anyone who needed to come to him with a problem. And if the student was really lucky it would be On a day that he brought with him an extra donut or two🍩 because they all knew their Sensei had a donut addiction and he wasn’t opposed to sharing if he had a few more. If it was a really serious situation though he would give up his own donut. One of the kids comes to him crying cause they failed a test or got their heart broken. One of the kids is having troubles at home and lost the light behind their eyes. And he’d listen giving up his own donut he saved knowing he would be staying at the school until the late night grading papers cause he’s a workaholic… until Tsuchigomori has to physically come to his class and drag him out seeing him asleep on a stack of papers and smack him on the head and tell him to go home cause he shouldn’t be living at the school. (But at least he’s living.)

Ok I think I’m done. Cause I’m crying again! I didn’t mean for it to turn into this. But yea he would be like this 🥺.🥼 🔭 🌌 📝

[umichenginabroad]

Stockholm Week 16: Tate McRae in Stockholm!  

It was my second to last week in Stockholm. I can’t believe that it’s time for me to go back to the US already.  It feels like I’ve been here for two months now… I still have so much more to try and enjoy ;-;

The weather is beautiful now: it ranges from the high 40s to the low 70s but the sun makes it feel like mid 70s! 

4/30 Tue: Cherry Blossoms in Kungsträdgården 

On Tuesday, I had a group presentation for Crime Fiction. We presented a rewrite of the book that we read, The Legacy, for 20 minutes. 

After class, I went to ICA nearby and bought ice cream as a small treat for myself :))

Coca-cola popsicle❤️

Ranting about the cherry blossoms for a few days did bore fruit: we went to see the cherry blossoms in Kungsträdgården.         

Walking on a street full of cherry blossoms was on my bucket list for the longest time – being able to check it off the list in Stockholm was a wonderful experience. They were fully bloomed and the streets were fully packed too. 

I could see happiness  

On top of the cherry blossoms, I got to go out on a nice dinner for my friend’s birthday. We went to Florentine, a popular Italian restaurant in Stockholm.

Their signature drink Florentine on the Beach was fire🔥

The walk back to my house was a new experience due to the sight of hundreds of people wearing the same white marine hat. Apparently, it is a high school graduation tradition where all the graduating seniors where the hat and celebrate after school. Even the way back home was interesting! 

I also spotted wildflowers on the streets on the way back home (I swear they weren’t there before).

Small things make me smile :) 

Tuesday was a day packed with joy! 

5/1 Wed: Food Trial

My friends and I checked out this Korean fried chicken place! We made a reservation for 5 people but had to wait an hour until the food came out… The taste wasn’t what I expected either🥲 Wouldn’t necessarily recommend but they did try their chicken well! 

Monster chicken 

5/2 Thu: TATE MCRAE 

The big day has come – I completely forgot about the Tate McRae concert until a couple of days ago and I got extremely excited since then.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ 

But before the concert: I woke up early (10 am) to do my laundry and saw this beautiful scenery outside the window. 

Our garden is the best no cap < 3

I dressed up both for my final poster presentation for the Engineering Sustainable Environments in Scandinavia core course AND the concert because I had no time to change. 

I was originally planning to miss the last class dinner, but (1) the class ended early and (2) I was convinced by free food. The burger place we went to was the building right next to DIS, so it didn’t consume much time either. 

The burger with sweet potato fries (it was gas) on top of Briska pear cider (I love that thing) was the best combination I could think of. 

Group pic!

I sprinted out of the restaurant not too late after my friends (already at the concert) asked me where I was.  

I made it in time to Avicii Arena: I stood in the line for a good amount of time and went through security relatively quickly.

Once I went inside, I moved upstairs and my friends followed my lead. We had a better view! 

The concert started with Charlieonafriday, who performed for about thirty minutes. He was a very good singer and a rapper! Low key a fan now. 

The intermission after the opening was 45 minutes, and we were doubting if Tate McRae was lost or something. Thankfully, she came out and we enjoyed a full hour of her performance. 

My personal favorites were greedy, exes, and you broke me first. And wow she could dance for real. 

I did not want it to end :((

5/3 Fri

On Friday, I perfected my oral exam script for Swedish. My partner and I pulled together and memorized a 5-minute speech in Swedish with good pronunciation :)  

We were constantly getting 5 minutes and 30 seconds on practices, but when we actually did the exam it somehow got shortened to 5 minutes. 

Nevertheless, it was a success! 

After our exam, we could leave early, so I went thrifting as a treat for myself. I was on a mission to find a brown leather jacket, but it did not happen :(  I do not think it’s happening anytime soon either… 

I almost bought the rabbit version but I stopped myself 

I took a little detour to a park next to our apartment. Cherry blossoms and wildflowers prompted everyone (AND PUPPIES) to come out! 

Spring is making me an outdoorsy person :)

The views from the garden in front of our apartment! I relaxed and absorbed the sunlight for a bit. 

The next post will be devoted to my time in Italy. 

I’ll see you later!

Hey då,

Jiwoo Kim 

Chemical Engineering

DIS Study Abroad in Stockholm, Sweden

[bonewyvern]

luke thompson, the man that you are, serving the cunt-ry🫡

but unlike my twt post this doesn’t have a typo😭

electricmoose and i saw the second showing of LLL (friday, april 12) and OMGGGG the best show ever like 10/10 recommend. it was so upbeat and lively and all around felt like time was flying by. i also did not know ANYTHING about the play/original story shakespeare wrote, but the way it’s set out, i walked away completely understanding what happened. i also really really REALLY loved luke in it, like he characterized berowne so well. and even in the scenes where he wasn’t talking but in it, he still carried himself with energy that made me turn my attention to him or maybe i’m just down bad but whatever. also was NOT expecting him to come out from the sides of the theater, and we sat in the stalls next to the aisle, so to start the show and he strides on in was a pleasant surprise☺️

and after the show, we RAN🏃🏻💨to the stage door bc we were like “what are the odds he comes out. and if the odds are high (which we felt they were) we could potentially see him. and if not, at least we tried.” and so we were nervous if there was going to be a crowd, so we very quickly sped walked to the stage door, and there were already the barricades up (those pole and rope thingies) and we were like 🤔. we waited around for about 10 minutes, and then BAM we glimpsed him through the windows that led from inside to out. and we were told a couple minutes beforehand he isn’t allowed to take selfies can could only sign RSC merch (so HIGHLY recommend getting the ��6 program so he can sign it!!). and he started with the first person in line, then moved to on to me and electricmoose bc we were second and third. and i held out my program cover up bc i’m used to the broadway playbills being signed on the cover. but he took it and was like “do you want me to sign under my name?” and i was like “oh sure! i’m so sorry, i don’t know where you are😭 (IT WAS DIM AND I WAS FREAKING OUT)”. and i don’t know what happened but he ended up flipping to his page with his headshot and bio, and the first thing out of my mouth was “really nice picture!” and he smiled and was like, “oh really? thanks! my mum hates it” and i laughed while he signed the program. HE WAS SOOOO SWEET like going into it we were nervous he was going to be sign-and-go kinda type, but he totally defied our expectations and really took the time to chat at least 30 seconds per person.

pic rundowns

1. signing the first person’s program

2. after he signed ours, he moved on but realized he had a sharpie he could’ve used and so ran back to get it and i caught him mid-run😭

3. moved onto the signing other ppl’s programs

4. electricmoose’s REALLY shaky hands

5. MY LONG EXPOSURE WAS TURNED ON WHILE HE WAS WALKING AWAY TO LEAVE😭

6. signed program in front of the theater

SPOILERS FOR THE SHOW BC I THINK IT’S SO FUNNY!! NOT IN ORDER!!!

1. HE ATE PAPER???!!!!!! low key still thinking about it to this day bc like his mouth was full, but by the end of the scene, he was talking like normal

2. I WANT IT THAT WAY WAS HILARIOUSSSSSS. like the curtain was down and i didn’t know what i was expecting, but all of them in knight gear (??) SINGING?! that was NOT on my bingo card😭 listening, i heard a high harmony and low key i like to believe that was luke’s doing

3. when he started unbottoning his shirt i was like “OH, we’re doing this??” AND THEN HE UNDID AND TOOK OFF HIS PANTS TOO AND I WAS LIKE “WHATS GOING ONNNNNNN”

4. him climbing the tree to eavesdrop and basically that entire scene had me DYINGGGGGGGG

5. the women SLAYED and i absolutely love all of them😌