#i wish i could have gotten a picture tbh THAT'S how much i liked it

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[milaisreading]

Good day~

Sorry for sending you my request during submission box, Tumblr glitched. So I resend this. As I said, I reeeeeally like your blue lock headcanons! Bullock manager is such an adorable idea. So if you don't mind, can I as you for some more headcanons about blue lock boys simping for their manager?

Have a great day, I wish you a lot of inspiration!~

Thanks for the request! No need to apologize, also sorry in advance I can usually only write HCs with scenarios, soo this might be long. Hope u enjoy it🩷

Pairing: Blue Lock x Reader

Warning ⚠️: none in particular tbh. Reader uses she/her here and manga spoilers Ig

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Today was like any other at Blue Lock, you had Ego roasting everyone, (Y/n) and Anri trying to get him to eat something healthy and the boys doing their own thing with training. By now it was lunch time and the players along with (Y/n) were sent to eat as Anri and Ego went through some papers and plans for the upcoming trainings, as well as the match with the U-20 team.

'I am so hungry... Bachira kept me away from eating the whole morning. Why did he ask me to watch his dribbling even?!'

The girl blinked as she walked towards the cafeteria, cringing as she heard loud screaming from her friends.

"I am not dealing with this today. I think Ego-san has left some unattended yakisoba in the fridge." The girl said with a bittersweet smile. As much as they were annoying at times, she held the team close to her heart.

'They are good guys... but I am not dealing with their shenanigans today.'

Now the cafeteria wasn't like this the whole time, since 20 minutes ago it was very quiet and the boys were honestly minding their own business. Well that was until Nagi logged into his phone and saw a rather peculiar post. He raised his eyebrow in disgust as he read the caption on the post.

'Going to meet this cutie soon🩷'

"How did Oliver Aiku get a picture of our manager?" Nagi whispered to Reo, who was sitting next to him. The question caused his friend to spit out his drink and look at Nagi in shock and confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"He posted this... now that I look at the picture more, it could be the one when she went to help out during a JFU press conference."

"Give me that!"

Nagi let Reo take his phone, while he was seething on the inside.

'Now I regret not sneaking off that day. With my frame nobody would have gotten a picture of her.'

"This can't be for real... Oliver Aiku, the biggest player Japan witnessed!" Reo groaned, catching the attention of Aryu and the former Team Z members.

"What is it with Oliver Aiku?" Aryu asked, walking over to the table.

"Don't tell me you are afraid of playing against him." Chigiri teased.

"It's not that... just look." Reo groaned, showing Aryu the post. The boy stopped playing with the ends of his hair when he read the post, looking in horror at the pro-player's post.

"Not him of all people! We need to keep (Y/n) as far away as possible! He is too ugly to be in her presence. "

"I know! But how?"

"This is such a hassle... can I just hit him in the head with the ball or something?"

"What is this about (Y/n)? And what does Aiku have to do with her?" Baro questioned, the cafeteria now completely silent when they mentioned the girl's name.

"Oliver Aiku seems to have some interest in her. Look." Aryu sighed, giving Baro the phone. The long haired boy sat down as what was left of Team Z approached them.

"What do you mean? How does he even know about her?" Bachira pouted, while Kunigami and Gagamaru were on high alert.

"This isn't good, we can't let that bastard near her." Isagi added as Chigiri nodded his head.

"Especially with his history with women... Yeah, (Y/n) is way better off not knowing him." Otoya added, a little annoyed that the pro-player knew of their manager.

"So what's the plan? It's not like all of us can stay around her all the time."

"Are we fighting?" Kurona and Karasu came, curious as to what they are supposed to do.

"We can't really do that. There will be a lot of cameras, and with Oliver Aiku being as popular as he is, they will follow every move." Yukimiya said, adjusting his glasses as the rest groaned. Rin kept quiet as he searched for the said post to see it with his own eyes, and sure enough it was there. What made it worse in Rin's eyes was that even his own brother, Itoshi Sae liked it. That pretty much set a blaze of anger off and Rin got up from his seat.

"Well that's the only option we have. Some of us will be on the bench or be called for a switch. We need to keep that guy away from (Y/n)." Rin said to the group, who all nodded their heads.

"Alright then! It's settled, we are doing our best to win against the U-20 and keep Aiku away." Isagi said after he finally calmed Bachira down.

"Of course. Can you imagine that asshole near (Y/n)?" Baro tsked, not liking that image in the slightest.

"Right! (Y/n) is so sweet and kind, Aiku is totally not for her." Aryu sighed as the others nodded along.

"Right, she is suited for someone like me." Otoya added suddenly, earning glares from his fellow teammates.

"Hell no! (Y/n) doesn't even know you that well! I am more her type, she is so calm and collected, perfect for me!" Bachira said, sending a warning glare to the white/green-haired boy.

"Her type? Bachira you are rough and wild, there is no way (Y/n) will want to be with you. Me on the other hand, I am the perfect gentleman." Chigiri said smugly. Kunigami rolled his eyes at the redhead's comment along with Gagamaru.

"Then I am the perfect candidate, also physically I am superior too, who else will protect her when it's necessary."

"Now when we talk about physique, I am far superior than you are. My queen would be much happier with me." Baro said, getting into Kunigami's face.

"Well, (Y/n) might not be into muscles. Besides, with the way she is always so kind and sweet to me, I am sure I am winning."

Isagi's comment irritated Rin and the younger Itoshi got into his face now.

"You winning next to me? We all know the best striker wins here, and that is me. Keep your hands off of her."

"You all are acting as if I am not in the clear win here, after all I am the richest. I could offer (Y/n) anything her heart desires." Reo added with a pout as Nagi shook his head.

"I think she would prefere a calm and quiet life. So I am the ideal partner there, you lose."

"Nagi, shut up!"

"I think (Y/n) and I would be a good match too. She looks happy when talking to me." Gagamaru commented while his face turned red.

"That's in her glamorous nature, Gagamaru." Aryu added while sighing.

By now the whole cafeteria was in total chaos, a mix of arguments over who the better match for (Y/n) was or singing praises about the girl.

Outside, (Y/n) and Hiori were playing rock, paper, scissors on who will yell at them to stop.

"What even started the argument?" (Y/n) asked, sighing at her loss as the boy shook his head.

"I don't know. I was practicing my dribbling and then came to you." Hiori said, blushing a little at the closeness.

'She smells really sweet today~'

As the day of the U-20 and Blue Lock 11 match approached, (Y/n) grew more and more anxious, hoping the boys will be able to handle the pressure. The whole of Japan was watching and she did her best to be on the call as soon as one of her friends needed help. Barely paying attention to anyone outside of her team, (Y/n) never noticed how every time Aiku tried to approach her or how one of the boys, usually Baro or Kunigami would whisk her away or glare at the player.

[crazylittlejester]

*Slowly slides an opinion to the center of the table*

I know Warriors is a honorable character that does their bestest buuuuuutttt…

I need more morally grey Warriors tbh. I want a Warrior that will do morally questionable things to achieve a goal that furthers the betterment of a greater picture, whether that be to get the shadow or to defeat a small group of trouble makers. I like the idea that at the end of the day Warriors, due to environment and societal pressure, will do what it takes, even if it’s ugly to protect and serve those he cares for.

Probably sounds so out of character tho but I like the thought.

Hello again, wish you easy studies and success

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The joys of being anonymous

this is definitely one way ive seen people explore his character, but one of the things we’ve REALLY seen from him especially in recent updates is how kind and gentle he is. Like yes he will absolutely get done what needs to get done, he’s the one who would be able to shove emotions aside the fastest and get the job finished, but I don’t think he’d ever be able to rationalize something like causing harm to others for the greater good, he’d spend an INSANE amount of time trying to find a work around to save both (now i DO have a fic with Evil Wars planned out where this is like. The EXACT line of reasoning that led him down the dark path alskkdkdkd, his desperate need to protect the kingdom and feel like he had more control over his situation and life led to him taking over it and making several other bad choices, but that fic is a whole “what if” scenario where Regular Wars and Evil Wars kinda face off because somehow there ended up bein’ two of him and yeah aldkdksl i could do a whole yap about that but it is after 3 am where I live and my brain stopped working)

I do agree that he definitely works hard towards the big picture and he’d be able to force himself to make upsetting decisions or focus on the task at hand instead of letting his emotions cause him to freeze in battle (which is why I firmly believe in him being more of the team medic than Hyrule because his ability to not panic and to focus on HELPING is probably unmatched, plus I think he would’ve gotten actual training to deal with injuries in the military. and also its just a hc of mine that he was trained as a field medic before all the Hero Business uprooted his life.) but anyway I personally think at the end of the day he cares so much for others that he’d try to find a way to save everyone. This man carried fairy food around with him the ENTIRE time and had it in a fairly easy place to access so that he could feed any fairy they MIGHT come across, he’s a big sweetheart who is gonna fight for the bigger picture and all the little things along the way. if he’s sacrificing anything for the greater good, it’s himself (i wuv him very much, he’s my special guy and as you can see i am so so normal about him *squeezes him like a rubber chicken and pats him on the head*)

but yeah that’s an interesting idea to entertain. it would be so easy for him after everything he’d been through to be cold and more hardened by the war and trauma, and it definitely could’ve shaped him to be that way, but he truly is a respectable and honorable person and I really like how he’s written in LU :)

EASY STUDIES AND SUCCESS TO YOU AS WELL 🫡🫡🫡

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Just Friends - Part 9

I cannot begin to describe how much I hate them tbh but hey they were the answer to one of the trivia questions in this trivia contest my girls were in today against some other schools in the area and the ENTIRE SCHOOL turned to look for me when they announced the answer was the Boston Bruins

Read the previous part here!

Warnings: Parent things, swearing, I was mean

WC: 3908

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The whole scene in front of Emeline felt surreal. She had been waiting for this moment for her entire life, sitting with her mom and having a simple conversation. She pictured herself seeing her mom, somewhere randomly, Emeline being able to go over to her and hug her like the climax of a corny movie. As a little girl, Emeline thought her mom would just show up at her door one day and whisk her, her dad and her grandmother away to somewhere amazing, telling them that she left because she wanted them to have everything and didn’t know how to give it to them until now.

She didn’t think it would happen at a restaurant in nowhere, Connecticut, on a street that looked like a rundown Commonwealth Ave after spending two days mustering up the courage to even reach out to Celine and tell her that she was in the area. She didn’t think that she would have gotten to the restaurant half an hour earlier than her mom, despite the fact that Emeline purposely ran late as it was so she could have a grand entrance, not her mom, who came flying in like a tornado. 

But, she was with her mom, the woman who looked just like her that she had only known through noninteractions on her Facebook page, watching her the last seven years as her sons grew up, wishing so desperately that she could have been with them. Emeline was sitting in this weird restaurant, with her mom, and she had no idea how to feel about it. She was angry, she was confused, she was happy, she felt like crying.

Emeline wasn’t even sure how long they had been sitting in that booth at that point. She found out that her mom was there at her dad’s funeral, her senior night in high school for lacrosse, her high school graduation, her grandmother's funeral, almost all of her games at BC, she was there when she won the national championship, her BC graduation, she’s even managed to make it to a few of the games she coached at her school. Emeline had no idea she had been there, no idea that she cared. How did she never notice that her mom was in the background of some of the most important events in her life? 

She had been telling her mom about breaking up with Keelan after seven years, then having him show up at her surprise birthday party that Jeremy had thrown her because she didn’t tell Fran and Maddy when they were in charge of the guest list, the fight she and Keelan had. 

“I have no idea what to do. He keeps blowing up my phone and acting like I didn’t break up with him twice,” Emeline tells her, staring at the plate of food in front of her. It was the first part of the conversation that Emeline was in charge of.

“Get a restraining order” Celine shrugs, her fingers on the tip of her straw stirring her drink, avoiding making eye contact with Emeline.  

“He wasn’t entirely bad,” Emeline feels herself deflate,, thankful her mom wasn’t looking at the disappointed expression on her face. She still wasn’t sure how she couldn’t see that about Keelan when everyone else could. Why was she even defending him in the first place? “He was there when Grandma died.” 

“One good act doesn’t make him a good person. Enough about him, though,” her mom says, taking a sip of her water. “What about Jeremy?” 

“Why didn’t you ever reach out to me?” Emeline asks instead of answering the question and talking about the person she didn’t want to bring up. Celine didn’t get to know about her feelings for Jeremy. Not yet. Depending on how things went, Emeline didn’t want to bank on the idea of her telling her ever. “All these years, if you knew where to find me, why were you silent?”

Celine sighs, shaking her head. “I didn’t think you wanted me to.” Emeline could feel her anger growing, the woman in front of her acting like a teenager getting scolded for staying out past curfew instead of her mother admitting she didn’t know how to contact her daughter.

“You still should have tried.” Emeline told her, her voice shaking while she tried to keep her composure. “You obviously knew you could have. You could have found the right moment, the right time. You were there for so much of my life, and I didn’t even get to know that you were there to begin with. Do you get how that feels? Like I was no more important than background noise to you,” she continues, watching the woman across from her shaking her head in agreement, opening her mouth to say something. Emeline cuts her off before she gets the chance. “Does your family know about me? Your husband and kids?”

“My husband and my oldest, Ethan, yes. Oliver and Luke don’t yet.” 

Emeline looked down at her plate, still mostly covered in food as she really hadn’t felt like eating. “You need to tell them. I want to know them. I want to know my younger brothers, and the man who is technically my step dad. I have a brother who lives in the same city as me who I never met, who I don’t even know if I’ve seen by chance, and I want to meet them. This is the only family I have left, and I haven’t done anything wrong to not be allowed around them other than being born at the wrong time.”

“Emeline,” her mom sighs, a hint of panic in her voice.

“No,” she cuts her off. “This is what I want. I spent my entire life thinking that my own mother didn’t care about me. I grew up with my entire family being my dad and my grandmother, and while they were more than enough, I shouldn’t have to go on without knowing the family I have left when I did nothing to deserve that. You knew that I had no one left in my life when you were there at the funeral. You saw me stand there and give the eulogy where I said I lost the last family member I had in my life. 

“I get that you weren’t ready to be a mom when you had me. You were young, I get it. You and my dad weren’t in the right place. I would rather you have admitted that than try and fail to raise me. But you should have done something when you were ready, especially after you had Ethan if you were ready for him. You’re the one who needs to own up to the fact that you have a daughter on her own with a family who doesn’t know who she is.”

“I know.”

“And you need to tell Oliver and Luke. I teach kids who are Oliver’s age, and if Ethan says anything, or if they have any hint of suspicion, they’re going to find me somewhere online, and then they’re going to be just as pissed at you as I am for not saying anything.” 

“I’ll tell them tonight.”  Emeline stares at her, the gnawing feeling in the back of her mind telling her that her mom wouldn’t do what she said she would. She didn’t know Celine, she had no reason to believe her. “I’ll tell them tonight and I will call you tonight after I do and let them talk to you if they want to.” 

Emeline nods. It was better than nothing. “Thank you for dinner, Celine, but I have to get going, actually.” She stands up, her mom staying seated. “I do want to do this again, you and me. If you want to.”

“I would love to.”

Emeline turns on her heels before Celine could get out of her seat. That was a lot, a rush of emotions coursing through her that were manifesting in a sob that was caught in her throat. She heads back toward the entrance, ready to go back to the car she had rented and drive back home. She got what she wanted, and she had a long way to go before she had to teach the next morning now that the traffic was starting to get worse. 

“Oh, sorry,” she says, bumping into a person waiting by the host stand while she was pulling up the directions for her to get back home. “Jeremy? What are you doing here?”

She couldn’t believe it, the only thing she could think of doing was hugging him despite the people trying to get around the two of them. She felt him kiss the top of her head as he held her tight. She wanted more than this, eventually. 

“We came to find you when we didn’t know where you were. You didn’t think you could disappear on us and no one would care, did you?”

Emeline felt her heart swell. “We?”

“Fran, Maddy, and Johnny are in the car.”

“And that’s safe?”

“I left the windows open.” Emeline lets out a laugh, not caring about the tears that were also coming with them. “How did you even get here?”

“I rented a car.” 

“Do you want to drive back alone, or do you want to drop the car off and come back with us?” 

“If I go back with you guys, I’ll have to talk about things I don’t really want to talk about right now.” 

Jeremy loosens his grip on her, getting a good look at her as he shakes his head. “You know we won’t make you.” 

Emeline follows him out to the parking lot, driving to the nearest rental place that was still open to take the car back, Jeremy following closely behind. She settles that, getting into the passenger seat next to Jeremy, Fran, Maddy, and Johnny sitting in the back, not saying anything as they head back to Boston. 

“I told him ‘no,’ by the way. I practically had to break up with him for a second time in a week or so,” she tells them after sitting in silence for almost an hour. “I was never going to marry Keelan.” She looks out the window, not seeing the four of them exchange hopeful glances behind her before she buried her face in her hands. “I’m so stupid for spending seven years on a man I had to have known deep down that I wasn’t going to marry.”

“Babe,” Fran says, reaching forward and resting her hand on Emeline’s shoulder and giving her a gentle squeeze. Emeline reaches up to her. “You aren’t stupid. You are the farthest thing from stupid.”

“You met him during a hard time in your life. He helped bring you back from that. It’s natural to want to stay with him, to want to stay with that feeling,” Maddy adds.

“I think I fell out of love with him right after I fell in love with him. I should have broken up with him a long time ago. Especially if I was starting to fall in love with someone else,” she added that last part quietly, only loud enough for Jeremy to hear since it was about him anyway.

“He didn’t deserve you. He never did. We’re just glad we finally got here.”

Emeline nods, resting her head against the headrest and looking up at the ceiling of the car. The rest of them fall silent, the sun having set long before they got on the road making everyone in the back seat sleepy. 

The three of them nodded off as soon as they passed the sign for the University of Connecticut, the absurd traffic and somehow, multiple accidents on the highway, causing the exit that should have been passed forty five minutes into their drive take them almost an hour and a half to reach, leaving just Jeremy and Emeline together for what was going to be a long time. “How are you doing?” he asks.

“I told my mom I want to know my brothers.”

“Really? We met one of them today. That’s how we knew where to find you.”

“What?” Emeline asks, excitement she wasn’t expecting coming through her voice. “What’s he like?”

“He seems like a good kid. He’s definitely your brother. Threatened to put the cops on us if we did anything to your mom.” 

Emeline laughs. “I always knew I got my personality from my mom.” She pulls her feet up to her chest, trying to get comfortable with the seatbelt constricting her. “I guess the oldest one goes to BU, Ethan. Mom said he’s a freshman on the hockey team.” 

“Let’s go see a game together sometime. Let’s see your brother play. I’m sure I can swing tickets when they play Maine.” Jeremy smiles, keeping his eyes on the road, careful not to look at Emeline staring at him. 

“It’s a date,” she says, putting her hand down in the center of the console. Jeremy reaches over, taking her hand in his. He gives it a gentle squeeze, sending a rush of warmth through her. 

She could feel her eyes getting heavy, the only light being from the brake lights of the cars around them definitely not helping her. “Go to sleep, Em, you’ve had a long day.” 

Emeline didn’t even realize she fell asleep until she felt the car finally stop, Jeremy putting it in park. The three in the back groggily climb out and mumble their way up to the girls place. 

“Jere?” Emeline asks, taking his hand before he could get too far away. “How did you end up finding me?”

Jeremy shrugs, staring at their hands locked together. He rubs his thumb back and forth across the back of her hand while he shoves the other one in his jacket pocket. “Fran mentioned something about your mom, and it reminded me of how you knew where she was. I really just guessed and hoped that we would find you there. It was easily our wildest option.”

“Yeah?” she asks, smiling, walking towards the stairs of their building. “What were the others?”

“Maddy and Fran suggested BC or your hometown, but, I don’t know, neither of those seemed like places you’d run away to. Johnny was no help until he was fed, naturally,” he explains, earning a laugh from Emeline. “And Keelan just said that you’d turn up eventually.” 

“You talked to Keelan?”

“God, no,” he scoffs. “I guess he texted Maddy and Fran asking where you were on Sunday. I’m glad you said no to him, by the way.”

Emeline laughs again. “Me, too.”

“No, seriously,” he says, stopping. “Em, Fran was right: he doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t know anything about you. You are this amazing, strong, kind, intelligent, beautiful person who should be with someone who can see that and celebrate that and help you embrace all of that. He was too stupid to see all that you are and too much of a coward to fight for you the way you should be fought for. He tried to break up with you over text instead of doing it in person like a civil human with a heart. God, if you had said yes.”

Emeline knew there was more to his sentence as he trailed off the way he did. “What would you have done?”

He shakes his head, not making eye contact with her. “I have no idea. I would have been devastated.” 

“Why?” she asks.

“Emeline,” Jeremy whispers, shaking his head as he closes the distance between them just like she had started to do the night of her party.

“Please?” she asks him. 

“God, Emeline,” he says, letting go of her hand and resting his hands on her waist, his shoulders relaxing when she drapes her arms on them. “You know I’m in love with you.” 

Emeline leans in, Jeremy doing the same. This is what she had been waiting for. She was sure she loved him, too.

“Wait,” Jeremy said, squeezing his eyes closed and shaking his head. “We, we can’t, Em.” 

“What?” Emeline asks, her voice small. He was rejecting her, her heart dropping to her stomach.

“I want this. God, you have no idea how much or how long I have wanted this, wanted you. But you just got out of a seven year relationship. I don’t want to be your rebound from that.” 

“Jeremy, you aren’t a rebound,” she tries to argue.

“But I would be,” he tells her, reaching up to her arms, a gentle pull on them. “I would be your rebound. You deserve better than Keelan, but I deserve to be more to you than a rebound.” 

“You aren’t a rebound,” she repeats.

“Em, I would be. What else do you call the next guy not even two weeks after a break up? Not only that, but the guy two weeks after a break up where you were with the other guy for nearly a third of your life so far? What do you call this when I know all of the reasons why I love you and I don’t think you know anything about me?” Emeline didn’t say anything, dropping her arms from his shoulders and looking down at the pavement below her. His arms traveled with hers, both of his hands in hers. “You need to take some time. You don’t just move on from seven years.”

“What if someone else realizes how great you are and you fall in love with them?” she asks him. What if someone else she cares about leaves her when she doesn’t expect them to? What if he realizes that he doesn’t love her anymore, that she’s not good enough? What if everything he thinks of her is a lie? What if, what if, what if?

“If you think I wouldn’t wait for you, you really don’t know me.” 

Emeline steps back. “So what does that mean for us?”

Jeremy laughs, looking up at the ceiling and shaking his head. Emeline swears she could see his eyes starting to tear up. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this. But I think we can only be friends right now.” Emeline nods. He was right. She hated that he was right. “Let’s head upstairs. We need to go to sleep.” Jeremy takes her hand, Emeline feeling his shaking almost as much as hers was as he leads her to their apartments. 

They stand outside their doors, neither of them wanting to make a move to go in. “Where does this leave us?” Emeline asks.

Jeremy swallows, shrugging. “I guess it leaves us where we started, like I said, just friends. But we have forever to figure out what comes after that.” 

Emeline nods. That could be all they were meant to be. Their ‘next’ might not be anything new for them. 

Before they could say anything else, Fran’s head pops out of their apartment door. “Ok, I need someone else in here with me, I cannot be the third wheel to these two any longer,” she says, pulling Emeline into their apartment. She tries to force out a laugh, turning back to see Jeremy staring down at his shoes, his hands shoved in his pockets as the door closed on him. 

“I thought you said Johnny was here, too,” Emeline says once she’s dragged to their couch, finding only Maddy sitting there. 

“Fran yelled at him so he’s in the bedroom making us a new playlist,” Maddy says, patting the seat next to her. “What happened, Em?”

Emeline shrugs, pulling her knees up to her chest once she sits down next to Maddy, Fran on her other side. “I’ve known where my mom was for the last eight years. And, I don’t know. Keelan and I broke up, then he proposed out of nowhere, and I just snapped. Something inside me told me that I needed to talk to her. After all this time, it was Keelan finally leaving my life that made me feel like I needed to talk to my mom.” 

“Are you glad you did?”

“Yeah. I had all this emotion that I didn’t realize I felt, and seeing her let me get that out there. She’s supposed to be calling me tonight. I might get to talk to my brothers.” Fran and Maddy both nod, neither of them sure what to say. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You talk to them.”

“No, not that. My life, now. The entire time I’ve been an adult, I have been with Keelan. I’ve been his girlfriend. I was 17 when I met him, when I met you guys. I still have you two, but I don’t know who I am without him.”

“You’re our Emeline,” Fran says, both her and Maddy hugging her. “You’re a badass teacher who cares about her students more than I’ve ever seen someone care about someone else’s kids. You’re smart, you’re funny, you can probably kill any of us if you really wanted to.” The three girls laugh.

“You’re the one we both know will be there for us if we need you,” Maddy continues, “You will do anything for anyone because you have the biggest heart. You’re not afraid to stand up for us. You know what you want and you get it.”

“Then how come I didn’t know I didn’t want to be with Keelan? Why did it take me so long to realize I want to be with,” Emeline starts, trailing off. Jeremy thinks she doesn’t know anything about him. 

She knows how much he loves his sister and his parents, how he cares for Linus’s kids as if they were his own even though he’s in Ottawa now. She knows that he loves shootouts despite the fact that they seem like absolute hell. She knows that he would drop everything for her and his teammates if they asked him to, no matter what they were asking. She knows that when he falls asleep on the couch when they’re watching a movie on the weekends, that his lips part slightly but he clenches his jaw. She knows that he gets this intense stare whenever he’s concentrating on something, that he starts to shake his leg if he’s on one thing for too long. She knows that even when they’re with their friends, that he can’t take his eyes off her, and that he looks at her the way she has always wanted Keelan to. 

She knows that she’s been falling for him since the moment they met. Not the moment when he came into her apartment for the first time, the day he was moving in and she saw him in the lobby. She was waiting for Keelan to pick her up but he was late, using the time to catch up on her grading when she saw him. She had no idea who he was but something in her told her that he would be important to her. 

She knows she’s been in love with him, and the only thing they are is friends. 

“Babe, you’re crying,” Fran says, wiping a tear Emeline hadn’t realized fell.

She lets out a laugh. “I was just thinking about everything, the last few months.”

“Like what?”

“I loved Keelan so much. If I can love the wrong person that much, imagine how much I love the right person.”

[piggyinthemiddle]

Hello! I’m currently 225 lbs., and I have a goal weight of 300. (Im 5’2, so that’s gonna be HELLA big on me.) I’m super excited about reaching it of course, but I do have one concern: the judgement I know I’m going to get. I’ve been fat the majority of my life, so I have experienced that before, and tbh it never felt good (but I also didn’t have this fetish at the time either.) How have you dealt with that as you’ve gotten bigger? It would feel good if I’m horny at the time, but I’m not going to be horny 24/7. I’ve gotten a lot more confident in myself in recent years, but I’m still lot quite there yet.

(Your body is one of the most incredible I’ve seen, ever, by the way!)

(Before I get to the ask: I've seen all the requests for a weight update/more pictures. I see you, I hear you, I'll get to it soon, life is wild, adulting sucks, sorry lmao!)

Thank you so much for the compliment first of all, it's super highly appreciated! 🫶🐷

To your question: I definitely understand what you mean and as much as I wish I could say "it won't bother you" or something, I can't. Imma size the font down bc I have a lot to say so bear with me for this, sorry in advance haha

Mean comments, ab*sive language and judgemental hits are always nasty and they hurt. But I'll try to explain my approach. Sometimes this works for me and sometimes it doesn't. I try to look at things like that from different perspectives. Understanding the psychology behind this sort of behaviour can help you sort it.

Why do they say that? Is this a "me-problem", aka am I hurting them or causing harm to their situation? Ooooorrr is it a "they-problem"? Are they simply saying it for the sake of making a comment? Is this going to change the way I love myself? Is their opinion going to change what I want to become? Will I be happy if I do what they say? And so far the answer to that has always been "nope". As long as I can make peace with myself and find enjoyment in it, screw the rest.

Are people upset when they see how fat I am? Yes. Are my rolls on display, does my gut hang out of my shirt for them to see? Maybe. Do I feel hot? Yup. Does their issue stop me from eating myself into a wobbling blob right infront of their eyes? Definitely not. 😮‍💨😂

Over time you develop somewhat of a "I don't care" energy but you're not bulletproof. It's okay to be hurt by some stuff and to question your self confidence when you're under attack, that's normal and part of the process. But as long as you will find enjoyment and happiness with yourself, it will matter less and less! Especially if you get off of it, use that to your advantage, heh. I'm sure you'll look fantastic regardless on what you'll settle on! 🫶

[the-cryptographer]

Finished Mass Effect 2 as well.

This game did get me a bit more invested in the worldbuilding. Idk, I think it retains a lot of the basic jarring gender existentialist issues that were in ME1, but I admit the like... emotional resonance of a lot of the ambient dialogue on Illium and Tuchanka - the conversation with Aethyta - made it come together in a way that felt harder to dismiss.

I think the same goes with the Quarians. idk, in the context of dragon age you can still see the sort of anti-nomadic and anti-indigenous settler-colonialist sentiments come through in the dialogue about whether Tali needs to regain the homeworld or move on. But the extra levels of sci-fi, the fact that the Quarians are the creators of the Geth, really do sort of distance it from real life in a way I feel more inclined to engage solely on the merits of the text. And it really helps that the Tali loyalty mission was so standout. The way she defends her perspectives to you. The way the game rewards you ultimately not for taking the right side on the political conflicts of a culture you are not a part of, but for showing up to support and protect Tali and respect her wishes about her dad while she is under scrutiny by her own people. It was very emotional - honestly everything I wish we had gotten from the Merrill character quests in DA2 - and it gave me a pretty clear picture for why she is the favoured romance for the more straight dude part of the fandom.

Am super excited to replay her character quest with Legion as part of it too. idk, love that funky little geth dude.

I did come around on Miranda, even before she tells the Illusive Man to go to hell in the final quest. Idk, she didn't become less objectionable on a personal level exactly, but she does gain depth and did ultimately make me appreciate her part in the story.

Yeah, really glad I installed the Jack romance mod to restore the cut content with fshep. Was worried I was jumping the gun thinking she'd be the character I went feral over but, nah, I was exactly right. Truly she is like Fenris and Sera had a horrible horrible child with all his angst and all her emotional volatility and I love love love her so much. I admit her romance is def the like creepy da2 lis and zevran brand of trying to tongue someone whose agency is undermined by having nowhere else to go after repeated exploitation, but something something what were you doing at the devil's sacrament? At least you don't shove her into a wall directly after she has a ptsd episode and assume that's consent.

idk, for things i disliked: the da2 style dialogue wheel of saying shit I never would have predicted really continues and is tbh worse because exhausting the questions on the left side of the dialogue wheel sometimes results in shep making wildly contradictory points that are really not compatible with one another at all. idk, i was basically reloading every major conversation twice trying to find the options that actually seemed to come together into the character I was actually trying to roleplay.

more than one loyalty mission fell apart for me on the sudden moralising about who is okay to let your friends kill after an entire mission of gunning down hundreds of people. idk, i have individual opinions about how safe it is to let some of those fuckers keep running around with their heads attached vs others, and also opinions on who it is mentally healthy for the companions to act out their murder impulses on, but these two opinions do not always match and in almost all cases shep is so high handedly moralising about it I want to slug them.

ammo management in this game kept being a huge pain in the ass. there was absolutely no rhyme or reason I could tell between missions that overloaded me with so much extra available ammo that I was drowning in it, vs missions that were so stingy with it I was almost out of rounds on my third non-preferred weapon by the end of it.

[aguamarinee]

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: Finally I got around posting this... I got this request ages ago tbh and as I wanted to edit the final post I messed it up and now I lost the original request which I feel really bad about... It was such a cute message from this anon, and every time I reread it, it made me feel so happy! I don't know if they remember sending this ask, but now I've gotten to complete it after so much time, and I hope I did it justice in the end!! (Pls forgive me anon) Angst can really challenge my brain sometimes but I hope it turned out acceptable! > <

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jo × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, no comfort, lot of reminiscing, post-breakup frustration, conflicted feelings

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: there are multiple parts in the song I got inspired from, so I'll just highlight the chosen lyrics!

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1,6k

From outside it all seemed perfect; the venue, the lighting, the scenery from the top, and the two of you sitting opposite each other.

Both of you were dressed nicely, holding light alcoholic drinks as if you truly belonged together, when in reality you knew that this wasn't the case for quite some time now.

You actually hated how picture-perfect it all seemed — you might have loved it once, or you might have wished for something similar in the past thinking about the far future, but certainly not anymore.

...Really, it was pure coincidence and the universe's own momentarily punishment towards you that right now you're bound to be here and witness, even indulge in such a scenario.

"Should I pour some more?" Jo's distant voice hit your ears making you tear your eyes away from your drink, but you didn't let your irises wander onto his comfortable sitting frame.

"No need." Your response was curt and frustration was building inside you like a fresh fire setting ablaze, flame particles rubbing off on your exposed skin burning the surface for a second — or it seemed, as your body was undefyingly growing warmer and warmer.

Why are you even here, having this 'talk' with Jo?

Why are you even breathing the same close air as him? Even if you're under the seemingly endless night sky stretching far beyond your eyes' reach, providing enough room for a thousand new breath strokes... Why with him?

You were surprised by your fast rush of frustration turning into anger, but at the same time, it clouded your mind so thinking clearly was a challenge currently.

The Rosé in your tall glass seemed to swim and flow so efficiently, just like it could rush down your throat, but even consuming alcohol to ease your mind seemed to be just a distant wish for the rational side of your brain.

Damn it.

For digging up the grave another time, weren't you two?

The grave, in which your past relationship lay undisturbed until now.

Even though both of you had the chance to ignore each other when you made eye contact at the far ends of the jazz bar, for some reason you chose to start a conversation anyway.

It seemed especially nostalgic and romantic since you two decided to go out onto the rooftop, for privacy...

Privacy?

What kind of privacy do the two of you need, who now act like total strangers who forgot what their past relationship looked like?

Who erased all past connections, mentions of love, and adoration towards the other, putting all of those now cursed memories in a small box, locking it, then throwing its key away, and then throwing the whole box away. Far away.

...The past few minutes seemed to pass by in a blur, you almost had no recollection of how you got here.

The sweet wine was just a distraction, just like the way Jo made conversation about pouring more of the reddish liquid into your glass, to which you sternly said no.

It was all a getaway from the harsh reality; Rosé flowing with your chosen family which you both knew well... that you weren't each other's home or trusted family-like, significant other anymore.

When the wounds of the breakup were still fresh in your heart you always thought of countless ways to rewrite your broken fate.

'And it would've been sweet... If it could've been me.'

These were the thoughts that still clouded your sunny mind from time to time, bringing a sudden wave of dark winds and rain into your feelings and mental state.

Thinking of all the possible scenarios that could have occurred in the future was always a dangerous mind game for anyone who's trying to forget rather than build new, unlikely, and even delusional memories.

"Some snacks, you'd like?" Jo continued in a quiet, very respectful but still neutral tone — he must have felt your nerves getting the better of you — as he seemed to be averting his eyes for split seconds.

It looked like he finally realized how this situation is wrong on so many levels and he seemed to be getting nervous too.

There were too many feelings swirling inside you; Feeling bad because you snapped at him a minute ago, but frustration also kept building on the side which tore you apart. It made you see two sides of the same coin in a bad way.

The whole situation felt like it was forbidden, for the two of you to even breathe the same air with such conflicting feelings developing inside... you could almost physically see the dark gloomy clouds on top of your heads, as if indicating your personal moods minute by minute.

It was not okay how you were going round and round inside a spinning reel of strong impulses.

You needed to put an end to it somehow, anyhow...

"No, I'm good." You finally answered his previous hesitant question.

Well... you feeling good was the biggest lie currently, but what else could you say?

This was not the place nor the right person to share your emotions with. And clearly, he'll never be one of them again.

A heavy silence fell for the first time and it stayed for several minutes.

As you had time to ponder the spinning reel came back, inviting you in once again; you could cut this meeting short and leave, or in fact, you should leave for both of your emotional safety, or you could change the topic to a light-hearted one, or keep the silence, and so on...

The burning frustration turned into hot nervousness within you as you grew more self-conscious around Jo.

It was even weirder, considering how you felt as if it was the first time you saw him, like your first ever date when it all started.

Or your first kiss.

Right time, and right place, but the wrong person.

...How much time has it been since you parted ways?

6 months.

Over half a year, but not a full-length year yet, so there's still a chance for forgiveness.

Or at least this is what you read in many novels, or saw in consolatory movies, series, dramas.

Is it weird to have a little faith in that?

Is it foolish or even selfish to think about your happiness like that?

—You have to say something or your thoughts will start to spiral again.

"...We went from strangers to friends, then to lovers, then to strangers again but with a shared past. We were something, don't you think so? " You spoke out of turn, surprising your rational self and poor Jo, who currently looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

Quite the change of topic, but there was no turning back now.

"I, well... That's in the past now. We're not in a relationship anymore." He said, still unsure but his voice had a cold tone to it. "We were something, we had something, but that something — seeing that we can barely name it, passed a while ago." He kept his voice quiet as if he, too, was afraid of saying such harsh things, or worried about hurting you.

But he said what he said anyway, no eye contact whatsoever, nevertheless, just as brutally honest.

Silence fell again, your surroundings seemed to falter and blur around you, and you barely registered the fine wine in your hands.

Tears weren't coming to your eyes, it wasn't that, your focus just simply shifted, altered itself.

Right, it passed.

You hummed, almost inaudible even to yourself as you ran his words over your head once more, to confirm them.

You unintentionally ignored Jo for a couple of moments too, while being lost in your thoughts, but then he spoke again, louder, to direct your attention back to him.

"In my defense—"

"I have none." You cut him off sharply, trying to imply the end of the conversation somehow, anyhow.

You were desperate to stop, but he was desperate to continue... When there was nothing to continue, but a lot to stop.

He said enough already and you too, way more than you should have and wanted to have.

It has all been said and done between you two, six months before and now, this turn of events confirmed everything for you.

There was nothing to talk about anymore, it was starting to get awkward how Jo seemed to try communicating with you again.

As if he foolishly wanted to make everything right after such a long amount of time, just because he might have realized his mistakes...?

...No, that time has passed.

Memories were bulging up inside you once again, those sweet, promising times, as if after a long drought on dry land suddenly salty ocean water washed over the desert-like place, just like that your recollection started flashing vividly.

As if everything suddenly got reborn, every single little thing, feeling, thought, and future plan.

Rainwater was something most lands and owners were happy to receive but you weren't this time.

It was like a blessing for them... but the worst curse for you currently.

But if it gets out of hand... Flood is not an option, it would destroy every house and shelter that you've built up until now.

It would be a shame to see your hard work go, so you had to do something to prevent such bad things.

"I should go." You said, interrupting whatever Jo was explaining before in an uncertain tone. "No, we should go. On separate ways." You added, a rush of confidence taking you over and you stood up abruptly putting down the fancy wine at the same time, indicating your words further.

"...We need to say goodbye at some point, for both of our sakes. It didn't work out, and by now I'm certain that it never will. This has to be it." You sighed audibly, peeking into the nicely decorated inside of the jazz bar for the first time since you've got here, and you hastily stepped closer to the balcony glass door. "Goodbye Jo, take care." You looked back for a split second and then left, finally, forever.

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

Tagging: @nichoswag

[tweedlestrove]

For all the people excited about weaving via my earlier post

tbh you can make a loom out of just about anything. you just need something to hold the warp and something to separate the sheds, a shuttle, and something to beat the weft with (like a really long shuttle or a separate stick) Below is a picture of my great grandmother weaving a chinchorro (hammock). Wayuu weaving is a little different than what you're probably used to, but the basic thing to understand is the same. There's a bar at the top and a bar at the bottom, she's using her hands and small balls of yarn to wind the weft through, and tie warps together to make patterned gaps. No shuttle is involved. But if you wanted to you could easily add pickup bars (basically a long stick and shuttles to this type of setup and weave that way. It'd basically be a tapestry loom setup, but tbh you can weave just about anything, you just have to get creative with how you manage the sheds. I'd look up backstrap looms and translate the way the different bars are set in place for this kind of a setup. All you'd need is dowels or sticks of some sort for it. You could figure out a mini one on a box or a picture frame. Abuela had a floor to ceiling setup on one of the walls that was just basically a frame.

I wish I had photos of some of the chinchorros she made, they were beautiful. My uncle has a video somewhere of her weaving one with a horse on it and the artistry to it was absolutely gorgeous. I wish I'd gotten the chance to learn from her tbh, she was a brilliant artist from the work I've been able to see. I think it was cos of her that I inherited my love of weaving and textiles so much.

[hairstevington]

flowers and ink (final part)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve are happy. Chrissy and Robin are happy. Jonathan meets Argyle. Everyone is happy!

Part one, part two, part three, part four part five part six part seven part eight link to Ao3

Word Count: 1100

Warnings: So sweet you'll get a cavity tbh, Jargyle (because why not), they are idiots one last time, also more Gareth!

Author's Note: Awww, it was emotional to close this one out! Thank you to all who have read and followed along. I can't believe this was only going to be 2 parts at first. I am a FOOL with Steddie brainrot. Until next time!!

Steve wasn’t sure what he was expecting when Eddie said he’d gotten him a gift, but it sure as shit wasn’t this. 

“Oh, my god,” Steve said, holding it up to see it in all its glory. A t-shirt with words printed over a rainbow across the chest: Steve & Robin - Not dating, just gay and codependent. 

“Obviously, I have one for Robin too,” Eddie said, tossing Steve a second shirt. 

“Oh, my God!” Steve repeated, laughing this time. It was perfect and so incredibly weird. He couldn’t wait to model them with his best friend and take the most ridiculous not-couple pictures of all time. “This is - I mean, Jesus! I love it, but would you let me be the impressive one for once?”

Eddie looked Steve up and down, then smirked. 

“With those abs? Don’t worry, you’re still the impressive one here.” Steve blushed, then sat up in bed so he could put the shirt on, but Eddie stopped him. “Woaaaah there, what are you doing? You can’t cover up, I’m enjoying the view.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“You’re not going to let me use the gift you got me?”

“Not yet,” Eddie replied. “I’m actually kind of regretting the whole thing now. You should probably never wear a shirt ever again. Can I have it back actually?” Steve chuckled, then smacked Eddie playfully on the arm.

“No way.”

“Steve, you wound me," Eddie joked. "But fine, as you wish."

Eddie and Steve had been official for 2 months at this point, and everything was kind of perfect. They each continued to work their respective jobs, and with their added happiness came enhanced customer service. 

Bob was happy - both for Eddie’s shift in demeanor as well as for the business. They were doing great! Plus, he got bonus points as a step-dad for introducing Will to Eddie and the shop. Will came to visit a few more times, and this time he got to talk to Steve, too. It was clear that seeing a happy gay couple was important for Will. He hadn’t seen much of that in his small town, so seeing Eddie and Steve be so grossly into each other was refreshing. 

And gross.

But mostly refreshing!

One day, Will’s older brother dropped Will off at the shop, introducing yet another cool person into the friend group - Jonathan. By then, Eddie had succeeded in making Argyle his friend, and the two of them spent many nights smoking and watching those stupid stoner comedies together in Argyle’s weird, confusingly giant house that he somehow lived in. 

Seriously, how did the guy have a house like that already? How did he have the money to travel so much with Chrissy? Her show was good and all, but it couldn’t possibly be getting her that much income. 

In any case, Argyle and Eddie were buds, so Argyle also happened to be around when Jonathan walked into Ink About It. 

The bromance between Jonathan and Argyle was pretty much immediate. Eddie would have felt mildly jealous about it if he hadn’t noticed some very familiar (aka queer) vibes between the two. Perhaps Will wasn’t the only Byers grappling with their identity, that's all Eddie was saying - but it was just speculation. Eddie kept his mouth shut (except to Steve, obviously, who fully agreed). In due time, as with anything else. 

So then they all hung out - Chrissy, Jonathan, Argyle, Steve, Eddie, and Robin. They’d formed quite the friend group - all of them getting along with each other beautifully. Argyle even hosted a road trip with the squad in his giant pizza van (???) so that they could all surprise Gareth at a Corroded Coffin show.

That night was epic, and it finally cemented Robin and Chrissy as girlfriends.

After their date, they’d both been super into each other - undeniably so. Yet, because Chrissy was so often moving around, they’d decided it was best to just stay friends. 

Yeah. Eddie and Steve knew that wouldn’t last very long. 

It still lasted longer than it should have, and the pining was rampant. Every time they all hung out, the two women wouldn’t stop staring at each other, cracking jokes, and giving everyone else in the room ample opportunities to share knowing glances…

And then they went on the road trip, and they got super drunk, and Robin tended to speak a lot more freely when she was intoxicated. 

She professed her love to Chrissy on the dance floor. 

It was a bold move, but it paid off. Chrissy and Argyle extended their stay in Hawkins, and Robin and Chrissy became an official couple. 

Coincidentally, that night was also pretty huge for Eddie and Steve. Firstly, because Chrissy and Robin had dropped the “I love you’s” before they had, which felt kind of ridiculous, considering Eddie and Steve obviously loved each other. 

“The fucking lesbians stole my thunder!” Eddie yelled from the bar, watching Robin and Chrissy hug each other on the dance floor.

“What are you talking about?” Steve asked, amused at his boyfriend’s antics.

“Ladies and Gentleman!”

Gareth’s voice boomed from the stage. The band had taken a quick break, but were back on. Eddie grinned, then grabbed Steve’s hand.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get closer.” They wandered through the crowd (past Chrissy and Robin) as Gareth continued. 

“We’ve got a surprise for you all. You see, my boy Eddie Munson requested we play a special song tonight. So, this one’s for you, Flower Boy. Lord knows we wouldn’t play this for anyone else.”

Before Steve could even process what was happening, the band began to play. It wasn’t metal, it was -

“I Melt With You,” Steve said once he recognized it. “I love this song.”

“Iiiiii know!” Eddie responded, laughing. He pulled Steve into him so they could swing along to the music. “This was my whole master plan. Was gonna have them play this and tell you I loved you and it was going to be this whole beautiful moment but then Robin-”

“Eddie,” Steve interrupted, laughing. Eddie’s jaw dropped, and then he facepalmed. 

“Oh my god I totally just said it without meaning to,” he said. “I’ve been holding out for WEEKS and -”

“You’ve loved me for weeks?” Steve asked, touched. 

“Well, yeah,” Eddie replied. “Duh.” His eyes bugged out on that last word, his voice taking on a goofy, boyish cadence. Steve smiled.

“You’re so ridiculous,” he said, shaking his head. “And I love you too.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, grinning.

“Duh,” Steve replied, attempting to mimic Eddie’s response from before. “Robin didn’t ruin your big plan, by the way. That was all you.” Eddie chuckled.

“You still love me though,” he said. Steve nodded, and then they were kissing. 

I’ll stop the world and melt with you.

Yeah. That song pretty much said it all.

Everything felt just right🌹

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[antoncore]

sorry i hope i’m not annoying but i’m bored too🤭🤭🤧

i’ve never rly paid that much attention in that way to sohee but like i imagine if u got partnered up for a project at uni and he came over to help u work on it and he was being annoying and u got mad at him for it but then he popped a boner because of u being stern with him and raising ur voice😳🤭🤭 so ofc you have to help him out and suck him off while he tangles his fingers in ur hair and whimpers so desperately it’s so cute how pathetic and whiney he gets when you fondle his balls and suck on his length!!! when he cums you’d swallow for him cuz he was so good for u<333333

but then idk i could also see sohee who u don’t really spare a second glance but then ur at a frat party together and end up in some kind of seven minutes in heaven scenario and he kinda goes a little crazy with u now that he finally has a chance to show u how bad he’s wanted u<33 like maybe he’d just give you the best head you’ve ever gotten, eating you out in someone else’s closet while you pull on his hair and muffle your moans with the back of ur hand cuz you’d never live it down if someone caught you letting him slut you out :( he’d definitely mess with u though and use his fingers, sucking harshly on ur clit and whispering nasty things to u about how ur giving it up so easy for him, he expected better from u :( and u whine about how that’s the whole point of the game is to mess around with the person ur paired with but he’s like “is cumming on my face part of it?” and ur so close u can feel the tension inside of you threatening to snap and you almost want to try to deny urself so he doesn’t get the satisfaction but he starts using his fingers again and you can’t help urself :((( after u cum, if u had any time left he’d use his tongue to clean you up and maybe even kiss u, even though you’d recoil a little, he’d hold ur jaw in place and stick his tongue in ur mouth to force you to taste urself ! and then you’d go back to the party only to find a room half an hour later so u can take his cock this time :)

not me being like.. i don’t think about him.. and then saying all this😓😓

- 🧸 anon

I AM SO DEAD😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

can imagine sohee’s little whimpers, would be so pretty!! feel like he wouldn’t even be able to speak bc he just loves the way you suck his cock. would wanna coo at him that he’s so cute like this, making him blush and squirm under you. and when he cums down your throat, he’s too shy to ask to take a picture so he keeps the mental image in his head. every time after he saw you on campus (which was multiple times a day), he’d go back to his dorm and jerk off, wishing it was your mouth wrapped around his cock again :( he wanted you so bad but was scared you’d never give him the time of day again, watching as you talked to other guys.

on the flip side, i rlly think he could be cocky too (idk why but i find the thought of him being cocky quite hot???) like he would just LOVE having you moan his name, it’s what he’s been wanting to hear for so long. he would slut you out completely, loving the way you reacted to him (you were so adorable, how could he not love it) and would love having you in front of the mirror so you could watch yourself fall apart for him. you didn’t know whether to love or hate the way he made you feel, like putty in his hands - his touch making you so weak :( you’d be cumming all over his cock and he’d want pictures to remember in his words ‘the neediest girl he’s ever fucked’. this definitely wouldn’t be the last time he had you like this, possibly leading to a situationship (bc he doesn’t want to behave like a simp - yet)

screaming, creaming over this tbh

[topconfessions]

lol @ those anons giving u shit for keeping it real and not being a biased delusional fan who will eat up whatever half assed fan service their faves say or do

also..... do they think you're like. new to this????? i urge that/those anons to go take a longggg look at this blog and see what year u started posting. like you've BEEEEENNNN here you're probably the oldest still active top related blog on this site. and you're still here like wow!!! i appreciate this blog so much, and i trust your opinion/insights into who he is as a person

i think u have a lot of credibility to your name tbh, like i said, all it takes is to check out the date of some of the older posts. i'd take your word for it any day over the fairly new and fresh impressions of those who literally only JUST found out about him

like you people have known him for 15 minutes, we've been here for 15 YEARS!!

Girl it comes with the territory. They're just flies on the windshield lol. I feel indifferent and neutral. It's 2025 not 2005. Not 2015 either. We barely have anything to go on anymore minus GD performance he did at that award show recently where he got crap for potential lip syncing (but we know their sound team is ass). I'd accept the trolling if we were like ateez, seventeen, nct or bts and actively had so much content for the BB guys like the old days or MADE era, but we don't.

I think I mentioned it long time ago but I was like everyone else here I WAS DEEEEEEEEEEEEEP into TOP & BB. I lived and breathed BB especially him. Ultimate bias, Ultimate crush, I had a MASSIVE FOLDER of allll his pictures. Dated a guy who loved TOP too and we would write fanfictions together about our fave idols. Made friends back then through BB. So much man. You couldn't tell me shit about them cause I would stab you with a fork if you didnt praise them lmao.

I would stay up late at night to watch the mama awards and other shows that would happen online. It was an amazing time but it wasnt healthy compeltely cause it...I can't put it into words how it does something to you mentally but mentally and emotionally it keeps like a hold on you.

I kinda realized I lost a lot of my teen years and other years just being engrossed in TOP. I don't regret it at all cause he was great and I loved every bit of it but then you get older and realize on a bigger scale they dont matter anymore unless something like this show pops up to breathe new life into one of the members.

So I've been there. I've been through it all. I was even there and so immersed into 2ne1 vs SNSD. Wonder girls and 4minute. GD & Kiko saga..gd & dara ship, gd and CL ship. Minzy and Bom issues. I was there before blackpink ever existed.

Shit I remember when Jay Park started AOMG for the first time. I remember the first time we saw Lee Hi in that competition show. I was there when hyuna came out with bubble pop. I lived and breathed it girl. I was there when girls day came out with female president and expectation then something. I was there when Sulli was still good with FX and didnt have the dynamic duo cruty motherfucka grooming her. I was there when Lee Hyori was the bluerprint for all these baddies solo baddies today and I was there when Hyolyn & Ailee were deemed the good vocalists. I was there when Dean dropped bonnie and Clyde for the first time and was a pretty boy. I was also there when Zico had the girl from AOA running to his apartment to hook up lmao.

So I'm not talking out of my ass. I feel you can have a foundation and general love for an idol but overtime especially decades, come to see them change and see hidden sides of them you didn't know existed then develop opinions of them that arent always fluffy.

People forget a lot of folks lives were saved by kpop back then and today. Some people wouldn't be alive today without their bias. I'm sure he's gotten people through tough times like hes gotten me through tough times and good times. But I will say I wish I could take a lot of that time back and invest that love & energy when I was in school into myself or hobbies. A life lesson learned.

AND THANK YOU! 15 YEARS SIS! THATS A WHOLE PERSON LMFAO. Thats the span of a highschool students life. Idk. I guess I believe in tough love.

[captainx-camino]

I got to Experience Los Angeles Comic Con with my best friends in the entire world over my birthday weekend

We hit the road early in the morning on Thursday the 30th to form the Cross Guild (and Luffy) trip of a lifetime.

We picked up our bestie Fate (Mihawk) first and then headed out to Yeti's house to load up Mama Croc's Minivan.

I wore all the hats before loading them into the car, where we finally started the drive to Cali around 7-8am.

At some point we stopped at Eddie World, where my partner and I bought new friends, bat and platypus plushies we respectively named Jeff and Kiki.

On the 30th as a special gift for my birthday weekend, we stopped at Forest Lawn Cemetery to visit Dwight Frye.

This was an extremely emotional experience for me. I got to tell him how much me and my friends all appreciate his work and how much we all still love him and three little grass spiders crawled out onto the grave to say hello.

I also gave him a rose for everyone I know who wanted to pay their respects, which I truly believe made him happy.

I also cried like a bitch, but that's beside the point. It was incredibly special, the man is one of my heroes.

After that absolute emotional break mb, it still wasn't yet time to check into the hotel, so we swung by Little Tokyo for an early dinner (we each paid for dinner one of the four nights we were there, which was so much fun) I could not have asked for better people to spend my con weekend with.

The hotel was TINY. Like, you had to turn sideways to walk around the bed tiny, but we somehow managed to not kill each other despite sharing a room with no privacy or space (which is just a testament to our friendship tbh)

But, we all managed to make it work and we successfully got our room settled and sorted, picked up our badges Friday around noon (LACC did a fantastic job with their ADA stuff, despite a small hiccup with the stickers.)

We got to be Robin and Raven for the short day, did some shopping (I got some great birthday presents from everyone) and then my Rayray did a shoot in the room, which came out AMAZING.

ON THIS, THE DAY OF MY BIRTHDAY

December 2nd finally arrived! It's my birthday, I got to cosplay as my favorite character, my partner was my other favorite character, and my whole crew cosplayed One Piece with me!

My bestie Fate got to attend Thankmas in the morning, and then we all got back together to get a group photo with Jamie Campbell Bower (and I got a special solo one because it was my birthday)

He was so sweet and nice, and he almost killed me when he called me gorgeous. The picture was me freaking out a little, but it's fine. Lol He made my entire life.

The last day of con, I had also gotten the opportunity to get Jamie's signature - to which I decided to get my fanart of Henry and Eddie/Kas signed by him.

Not only did he specifically choose a pen that complimented the art (because he wanted it to look nice - I love him) but he asked if it was him and Joseph Quinn to which I said yes, it's Henry and Eddie, and he told me it was SEXY. He also wished me a happy birthday and told me I don't look a day over 19, which was wonderful since I'm 33. So, ya know...

Jamie Campbell Bower thinks my art is sexy and that I still look young and fresh. That's my accomplishment in life, I guess. Pretty good accomplishment, if you ask me...

And now Jamie also has a copy of this piece, which I hope he loves.

It truly has been the best birthday I've ever had and I couldn't have asked to spend it with better people.

I already miss my Cross Guild and I can't wait for the next event we attend together.

I never hoped to have friends as wonderful as I do in adult life. I love them so much and they love me just as much back. It's been so amazing having them in my life, I can't even begin to express how grateful I am.

[serikyl]

For the ask game: Terry Jr?

• How I feel about this character

TJ!!! I adore that tall ridiculous man : D

I want to draw and write him more

• All the people I ship romantically with this character

Romantically! I have been a Tergrant shipper since way back in s1, even before I knew we’d see them again in s2, I’ve held the headcanon that they dated in high school. To me! They are very much a Right Person Wrong Time type of ship, there are many timelines where they end up together

I also ship him with Veronica, we rarely get to see her, so to me, she’s a former goth, closet twilight renaissance girlie, and the two of them nerd out over both being former goths

Oh oh, and I love the idea of him and Lark having a single awkward kiss they don’t speak about/an office hookup bc it’s funny to me

• My non-romantic OTP for this character

Nonromantic!

…. Also Grant 😂 They’re important to each other

I’m also fond of him and Nicky, and him and Sparrow

• My unpopular opinion about this character

Ugh, okay, I’m… nervous to admit this one and I’m politely begging people to be nice here, but I’ve always pictured him as white. From day one, he’s looked a bit similar to Ron Stoppable to me and I weirded up his design from there as I went.

I think it was a word association thing tbh, bc he’d been described as “blond” and then Ron’s name was said

To me, he’s the one friend who is glow in the dark, and everyone hounds him about sunblock, while he reminds them that melanin doesn’t protect them all from skin cancer.

To be super clear about that, I love the versions of him that are black, I adore them. But! I got into the fandom really late despite listening since s1, and ended up picturing him differently.

I picture visual headcanons to work like Spiderverse, all the TJ’s imagined by each of us could theoretically meet if we got real fucky with time and space : D

• One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I wish we’d gotten to hear TJ talk to Grant after the Chimera, but Darryl interrupted and I am HAUNTED about it bc what were they going to talk about, I need to knowwww, what if Grant got to have a kiss from the person he never expected!!! : O

Anyway! Thats about it for TJ : D

Please feel free to ask for more characters, I love this kind of thing *u*

[thisisadonaldduckblognow]

i wish i had the energy and eloquence to fully and properly get into the family therapist mikey thing tbh it’s so hard to just. explain what i MEAN. 

(ftr i am an adult who does regularly touch grass. i understand interpretation and ymmv on characterization. i understand the catharsis of vent art and vent fic and projecting issues onto characters to process them. i don’t read through stuff i’ve found issues with and then seethe about it, i keep scrolling or hit the back button and find something else. 

i am still gonna talk about trends i’ve noticed and things that i don’t get or that rub me the wrong way. please don’t come into my posts about my personal thoughts and opinions to, however well-meaning or politely, judge me for expressing them. consider doing what i do and keep scrolling. i won’t engage with that. i would ask that no one else engages with that in replies or comments.

i also legit don’t Get tone indicators just ftr. they elude me.)

bc so much of the draxum moral realignment stuff was mikey being motivated largely by what mikey wanted. he wanted to see barry as family, he wanted barry to become part of the family, he wanted the story of their mutation to be less uh. objectively crummy.

now, mikey’s wants in that area served as a CATALYST for other development, him pursuing that (often very hamfistedly and despite many objections) wound up paving the way, but it was ultimately in the spirit of his personal desire. which ftr im not criticizing that’s very much part of the character.

he brought draxum to the big hidden city day out because it was a Family Event and he personally considered draxum family. splinter and draxum kinda coming to a truce, splinter reconciling that his mutation (despite the horrific trauma and long-lasting impact of it) was still what gave him his sons who he loves more than anything, that was all splinter and draxum. mikey’s action of bringing barry along was a catalyst, he was able to speak to his own feelings about it to splinter when it came up, but he wasn’t sitting there going “tell me how that makes you feel and we’ll talk through it” yknow?

and it’s the same with the dr feelings thing with donnie, which is arguably as close to Playing Therapist as mikey gets on screen. bc that was just a very Extra way of confronting donnie about the shelldon stuff. like. that was mikey inserting himself into the situation so he could give his personal opinion about how donnie was messing up, just with a sweater and a powerpoint. like. an intervention i guess. if donnie hadn’t gotten the picture from the slides he was probably all lined up for a dr delicate touch meeting.

which like, was also not being donnie’s therapist as much as a once again very hamfisted way of addressing something that mikey felt in the right about?

i’m wondering if maybe what i picture when i hear about a child having to play therapist for the family isn’t the same as what modern fandom means by saying it. because i picture like, what steven universe went through. which was practically singlehandedly, as a child, walk a bunch of adults through their own grief and insecurities and shortcomings with unending patience and support, to a point of pushing all his own needs and emotional issues aside.

where steven seemed convinced there were things that he wasn’t allowed to express or outright things he never got to learn to express, mikey is probably the most emotionally open and honest of all the brothers. he feels more outright sheltered. 

especially where his big brothers are concerned. the entire episode about his first solo mission he was chafing about being unnecessarily overprotected by raph. there’s a lot tied up in his relationship to raph if we take what the creators said about them growing apart as they’ve grown up into account. 

so i guess for me, in my understanding of the trauma of playing therapist at a young age, i can’t really reconcile what canon gives us with the idea of any of the other brothers or splinter (who is notably emotionally disconnected from his sons at series start) genuinely dropping their issues on his lap. 

but in that vein, for as much as he’s emotionally open and honest, i’m sure there are also insecurities and issues that mikey doesn’t express. or. that canon for some reason just decided to not dig into in any of the episodes that actually got made.

but ohhhhh that’s a whole separate can of worms.

[liil-ee]

I GENUINELY WISH I NEVER DECIDED TO CATCH UP ON THIS SERIES BECAUSE WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK DID I JUST READ AJSJSIXJEJK

⚠️Chainsaw Man Manga Spoiler warning⚠️

okay so the other day I got volume 9 of csm, little did I know, that’s where all the drama begins cause what in the worldddd

(I was planning on reading volumes 1-11 via physical volumes but I couldn’t wait to buy volume 10 so I decided to read it online but I ended up catching up on the entire series ?? 🙂🐸)

So here is my genuine reaction to chapters 70ish thru the current chapters

ok first of all, the character development Denji AND Power have gone through is insane. I didn’t think they could get this close, which genuinely breaks my heart that they didn’t have this for long 💔💔

They both matured for sure, there’s no denying it.

I also wanted to point out the bath scene, I haven’t really seen anyone talking about it enough, but the fact that Denji didn’t fall for selfish desires and actually helped Power bathe instead of making the situation awkward, was so sweet omg 🥺🥺

again, here we can see the difference in how he has matured, before he wanted women for his own desires but now he starts to realize that he is able to have platonic relationships with women like Power

OKAY BUT THIS WAS JUST CRUEL. IM GOING TO START BAWLING WHEN THIS GETS ANIMATED LIKE WTH

FUTURE DEVIL DID 👏NOT👏STUTTER👏 THIS WAS THE WORST POSSIBLE DEATH OMG.

I didn’t think he would die THAT quickly, this chapter literally crept up on me SO FAST

okay, and I had also gotten spoiled on this scene too but I didn’t know the context of it but now I’m sobbing 😭

Denji and Power’s relationship is literally so heartbreaking wth 💔💔 and the fact that Denji was already mourning Aki’s death made this 10x worse

Okay but this page HIT FR

(Ngl makima’s strategy was actually so smart)

ok and then this made me laugh fr I was crying like WHAT IS THIS 😭😭

Kobeni’s short return was so funny for no reason 💀💀 Like my girl is TIRED of dealing with devils, give her a break Fr 😭👏

BUT THIS HAD ME THINKING ALL. DAY. WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABT THIS???

when I saw this page ⬇️ I was like NO FREAKING WAY… and I turned out to be right 😭😭

BIGGEST PLOT TWIST OF THE YEAR FR 😭

I literally had no idea she died, I guess I wasn’t spoiled too much for this series but yea I was kinda laughing at this tbh like WDYM HE CONSUMED HER ??

also I had no idea that this was all one big arc…

When it said “part 1” I was lowkey shocked

ok and here’s where I start talking about the second arc/current arc

Okay, for starters this arc is honestly a lot more interesting than the first one, (I love the characters in the first arc more tho) I literally love the whole idea behind all the tension between Asa and Denji, Asa is a little confusedwhen it comes to her feelings and is convinced that she doesn’t have any feelings for Denji OR Chainsaw Man but which is honestly really funny considering Denji’s personality. And Denji is just as confused as she is. 💀💀

Also I’m loving the whole idea of the alter ego dynamic where Asa’s main obstacle is the War Devil, something she is constantly battling, and is the complete opposite of, Fujimoto wrote her well imo

Also Denji being straight up blunt abt his desires was so funny to me, he is the total opposite of Asa who for the life of her (literally) cannot be selfish

I mean… at least he’s being honest BUT I think I know where this is going…

From the beginning, Denji has never truly understood love, all the girls he “fell for” were just using him, and he only wanted them for their looks, bodies, etc. but now when we bring Asa into the picture, I think she’s definitely going to change him for sure, just like Power and Aki did. I think they’re definitely going to be end game, with Asa he doesn’t really have feelings for her *yet* but I’m sure he will catch on and realize that there’s more to women than just their looks, and Asa will humble him. I cannot wait for this duo to get more and more chaotic 💀💀 I’m living for them fs ❤️

🗣️🗣️SHOUTOUT TO MY GIRL NAYUTA, ABSOLUTE ICONIC QUEEN ❤️❤️

ok and this was literally so funny for no reason

he was so real for this 🤭🤭

I cant believe Asa wouldn’t let him see the penguins 🙄🙄 Smh

Ok but after all this I can finally understand why Csm fans are bawling their eyes out! Thank you for taking me on this experience with you!! 😍😍 😭

[achilleslyre]

Ask meme huh??? Okay.

- Sai

- Kisame

- Kiba

this ask game

i will do kisame on a different ask i got of just him so this one is a bit shorter :3

sai

favourite thing about them?

HE’S GENUINELY SO FUNNYYYYYY he always has me cracking uppp and i love his (lack of) facial expressions….. sai your autistic swagger has me in your clutches

least favourite thing about them?

this is actually pretty hard…? like i even forgive him for talking shit on sasuke cause it’s funny that he wanted to bully naruto a bit ✋😂 i guess i wish he had more importance throughout the war arc and not for just that 🤏🤏 little bit in the beginning

favourite line?

i think this interaction ✋😂

brOTP?

sai and yamato 😭😭 two former root ninja.. imagine the bond they would have had if naruto were good….

OTP?

mm i don’t actually ship sai with anyone !

nOTP?

i guess naruto/sai ? just cause i’m like… naruto is far too obsessed with sasuke he could not give any other man an ounce of his attention…

random headcanon?

he probably does like some kinda deep dive into finding out as much as he can about people he’s interested in… which likely creeps out others but he’s doing it out of a sweet place in his heart.. he wants to know about them to show he cares and is interested in them.

unpopular opinion?

i don’t really know what opinions on sai are popular/unpopular… i think he deserves more recognition in general from like the fandom.. i think he’s genuinely one of the best characters between how funny he is, how cool his ninjutsu is and his personality and backstory…. he’s a very good character and i feel he’s rather glossed over

song i associate with them?

love stuck by mother mother

favourite picture of them?

i like to use this as a reaction image tbh.. i love sending it to people..

(VERY close second is this one tho)

kiba

favourite thing about them?

i like his design !! specially in classic i like his hoodie a lot but i do also like the leather jacket in shippuden. also his facial markings just look cool

least favourite thing about them?

hmm i think his one sided rivalry with naruto is kinda annoying.. that he wants to beat naruto so bad for.. whatever reason… i just think he needs to move onto something else that *he* wants.. not what naruto wants

favourite line?

i don’t remember exactly how it goes but when he’s fighting ukon and he stabs himself and says smth like “die with me” or smth like that

brOTP?

i loooove team 8 sm.. so kiba shino and hinata

OTP?

i don’t really ship him with anyone

nOTP?

naruto/kiba

random headcanon?

he smells so badddd T.T like he literally complains when other ppl smell bad but i know that boy is stanky

unpopular opinion?

idrk if it’s unpopular cause i don’t involve myself in any kiba conversation really lol but i think had he actually wanted to progress for himself and his relationship with akamaru he could’ve done a lot better and gotten so much further rather than wanting to so he can catch up to/be better than naruto…

song i associate with them?

this is basic cause i don’t really think of kiba enough to find a song specifically for him but.. smells likw teen spirit by nirvana ig ?

favourite picture of them?