#i’m going on the 24th btw

[theftshrubbery]

the knight of wands

a design i’ve made for stickers im bringing with me to the london tit show :3

[herawell]

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[malachitezmeyka]

My symptoms always tend to get worse at night, and if I attempt to lie down my cough becomes unbearable, so instead of sleeping I went to do gift shopping that I suddenly remembered I haven’t done yet

I ordered stuff for literally everyone and spent half my allowance send help

[cowboysmp3]

everything is going good and great <- boy who is lying

[sinofwriting]

21st - Max Verstappen (I ❤️ MILFS verse)

Words: 689 Summary: Pan, Max, Logan, and Oscar celebrate Logan’s 21st birthday together. (Part of the I ♥️ MILFS verse) Note(s): Takes place pretty much directly after the first fic and remember in that first fic Logan is twenty as I changed his and Oscar’s age. Also happy 24th birthday Logan! It's gonna treat you far better than 23 did! (that is threat btw, I will make it treat him better)

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Pan lets out a laugh as Oscar takes a drink from her glass, his whole face scrunching up as he practically slams it back on the table.

“Mom, what the fuck?”

Logan smacks the back of Oscar’s head lightly as he sputters. “Don’t say what the fuck like that to mom.”

Max watches the two of them, slightly wide-eyed as they begin to bicker.

“Are they always like this?” He asks her, voice quiet.

“Pretty much.” She laughs, leaning into Max and snuggling into his side when he automatically lifts his arm and presses a kiss to her head. “It’s off season as well, so both of them just fully get to relax.”

“It’s nice.” He tells her, watching as they two boys start to shove each other lightly.

“Okay, but what was that?”

“Moonshine.” She tells Oscar, leaning out of Max’s hold and forward to push Oscar’s hair up and out of his face, knowing he won’t notice it before settling back into Max’s side. “My grandfather made it often.”

Logan perks up at the first word. “Moonshine?” And he makes grabby hands at her glass.

She shakes her head, “There’s a mason jar on the bar, you can get yourself some.”

“You like that shit?” Oscar says, horror on his face as Logan practically sprints to the bar.

“I’ve never had moonshine.” Max’s voice is quiet in her ear and she turns her face to look at him.

Reaching for her glass, she pushes it to be in front of him. “Try it.”

Picking up the glass, he peers at it, before raising it to his lips and taking a drink.

His face scrunches up a bit, the glass getting set down with a quiet clink. “Yeah, I think that is a Sargeant thing. I’m not too sure about that.” Max then withdraws his arm from around her shoulders. “I’m gonna make myself a gin and tonic, want anything?” He asks the three of them as he stands.

Logan and Oscar both shake their heads.

“Some pretzels please, oh and bring the plate.”

He nods, the boys look at them in confusion. “Can do.”

“What plate?”

“Don’t worry about it.” She tells them.

“But what plate?”

Her eyes narrow and they both smile at her.

Max returns after a moment, an arm behind his back, while his other is slightly outstretched in front of him and she takes the drink in that hand, putting it down for him. And Max slowly moves his other arm in front of him and sitting on top of a plate is a cake, the icing on it saying ‘Happy 21st Logan’.

Logan beams at the sight of the cake as it’s set in front of him. “Thank you guys!”

Oscar lets out a small sigh, “I love America.”

Logan and her snort at the comment while Max raises an eyebrow at Oscar’s comment, sitting back down.

“Pan only makes this cake when it’s like a really special birthday. So, ten, sixteen, eighteen, and the next was twenty-one since it’s America’s drinking age. I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

“I always forget that twenty-one is special for you guys. Finally going to start drinking Logan?” Max jokes.

Logan laughs, but plays along. “Oh yeah, man. I’ve been waiting forever to finally have my first drink. It’s been painful to watch everyone else drink and have to wait another three years to join them.”

“Oh, agonizing, I’m sure.” Max says, with a nod.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” He sighs before smiling. “But really, thank you, Momma and thank you, Max.”

“I don’t get thanks?” Oscar says, throwing his hands in the air.

Logan shakes his head, “nope. Deal with it.”

The Australian scowls but a smile is threatening to ruin it. “Bloody Americans.” He looks at Max for agreement, but he shakes his head.

“I don’t think so, mate. I quite like my Americans.”

Logan flushes a little and she can’t help but press a kiss to Max’s cheek, Oscar completely softening, the fake scowl gone from his face as he observes the three of them.

“Yeah, I quite like them too.”

[caramelcleopatraa]

MEET AND GREET

word count: 1.3k

x: my belated post for my favorite birthday boy <3 whipped this one up in a couple of hours. hopefully you enjoy! please comment..... I love comments. btw, Elijah is your son and this story takes place on may 24th :)

content: suggestive themes, fluff, meet and greet scenario, reader is a mom

Elijah could barely sit still on the way to your destination. You had never seen him so excited other than the time you took off work to take him to Crown Jewel. Or the few times you gifted him Roman Reigns T-Shirts. He wore his favorite today in particular, coated with “Greatness On A Different Level” on the front in white with “MODE” at the bottom in bright red lettering. It should be no surprise that he’s such a fan since Roman’s your favorite wrestler as well. You were dressed in black sweatpants, crisp white air forces, and a “Levels Above” black hoodie. Your favorite hoodie. You would have dressed in a regular black shirt, but Elijah begged you to wear your merch as well. So here you guys were, pulling into the vast parking lot with a good amount of cars scattered everywhere. 

“Alright we’re here. Get your stuff ready to get out of the car.”

“Ok!” Elijah shifts around in his seat restlessly while you back the car into a parking spot near the entrance. Seeing him so excited made you happier than ever. Putting in extra hours at work to make this meet and greet was definitely going to be worth it.

After going through security, they directed you two to an empty room with many chairs and a background for pictures, assumingly. “Mom! It’s gonna happen! It’s gonna happen!” You couldn't help but laugh at him. He was looking at every door, waiting for Roman to walk in at any moment. You give him a couple of head pats, making sure not to mess up his new twists. “Relax Eli, it's supposed to be a surprise when he comes in, just talk to me for now.” He huffs and relaxes into the seat, wearing the most adorable pout. “I see you're excited,” You say, checking the time on your phone. 1:58. Two more minutes until he comes in. “I’m super excited! I’m gonna get him to acknowledge me!” He has a smug smirk on his face, puffing out his chest and pointing his thumb at himself. “Hah, suuure you are,” You say, looking at all of the doors around the room. Oh God. You were nervous.

“Hey! You said not to look at the doors, you’re cheating.” You sigh, feeling your heartbeat speed up. “Sorry Eli, just wanted to scope out all of the exits-” The double doors in front of you loudly open, letting in a large gust of warm air into the cold room. A man walks in the room, making Elijah jump to his feet. His “Greatness Amongst You “ hoodie and commanding aura.

Roman Reigns

Elijah jumps up and down with the widest smile on his face. Roman reaches his hand out and says, “How are you doing little man?” Eli’s hands fit in his like puzzle pieces. He was in his own world with his favorite wrestler. Talking and rambling about any and everything that came to mind, and Roman answered with jubilation. Discussing Roman’s career. Talking about shared interests. Giving Elijah warm words of advice. You knew he wasn't going to forget this. 

They took a couple of pictures together, and you turned around to return to your seat with a serene smile. “Mama! Come take pictures with us,” he called out, making you turn back around. “You sure?” He nods frantically and introduces you to Roman.

“This is my mama.” Roman nods and looks at you, holding his hand out towards you. “Hello mama.” Your eyes go wide, laughing nervously at the nickname and shaking his waiting hand. “Hello Roman,” You say standing next to him while Elijah prepares his pose for the picture. A sudden weight around your waist pulls you closer to Roman, touching shoulder to shoulder. He had slid his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. The beat of your heart was so loud, and your body became hot. Even though you were both in hoodies, you were sure he could feel the heat radiating from you. His hand felt so nice on your waist. Strong, but gentle. He gave you room to adjust, but you weren't getting away from him in this picture. The photographer counts down several times, taking several pictures in several different angles and poses. When his camera went down, Roman’s arm left as well, the space around your waist replaced with emptiness.

“I like your hoodie,” Roman says, motioning to your hoodie. You notice his joke fairly quickly and laugh. “Ha ha very funny. Of course you would like your own hoodie.” Elijah taps Roman and motions him to get down to his level to whisper something to him. You stuff your hands in the hoodie pockets, your hands feeling ice cold compared to the rest of your body. Roman comes back up with an amused look on his face. His eyes scan you up and down, tilting his head and taking his time to look at every part of you. His eyes gravitate back to your face, taking in your beautiful facial features. You look down at Elijah and he has a mischievous smile on his face. Oh no. “Elijah just told me you are a fan too, huh?” You smile and look around the room to avoid eye contact, swaying from side to side. “Maybe.”

“Well we gotta take some pictures mama,” He says. “Do you have your phone on you?” You nod and pull your phone out of your side pocket and open the camera app. He takes a few selfies of himself, clicks a few buttons, and writes something on your phone. It takes him a minute, but after that, he raises your phone high, capturing you and him in frame. You keep your distance, throwing up a peace sign and your signature kissy lips. But he doesn't take the picture. He smirks at you through the camera and says, “Come closer mama, I don't bite.” You step up to stand right next to him, and he whispers ever so faintly, “There you go,” before taking several pictures.

He puts his arm down and hands you your phone back. “How long have you been a fan?” “About four years.” He smiles at you and grabs your hand. “Thank you, for your support, beautiful.” You look at your hands held by him as you get flustered. “D-don't mention it.”

The same double doors open again, and a woman comes in that you recognize. Oh, right. You had scheduled a tour for him to see backstage before showtime. “Elijah, your tour is ready,” the woman states, waving at him and shaking his hand. He looks for you and waves at you and you wave back, watching him leave the room with that permanent excited smile. “Can I take you somewhere?” You look at Roman, still holding onto your right hand. You look at him in question.

“Where are you taking me?” 

“To my dressing room.” ‘His dressing room???’

“You see, my birthday is tomorrow,” He says, walking you out of the cold room, guiding you with your hand in his around the crowded backstage area. “Oh, happy early birthday then.”

“Thank you sweetheart, but I'm gonna need more than that.” He lets your hand go and knocks on a brown door. No response. You looked at the door closer to see the name on the door in a white, bold font. Roman Reigns. He opens the door and faces you and says something you didn't expect.

“I want you to be my early birthday present, and I want to unwrap my present right now.”

🏷️ tags :) @reignsboy19 @2-muchsauce @theninthwonder @harmshake @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna @empressdede @badbitchcentralinc @christinabae @fame-ass-ers @southerngirl41 @cyberdejos2 @murrylove @sassginaswanmills @pixiedust4000

[jeankluv]

When the cherry blossoms bloom - Fushiguro Megumi & Itadori Yuji

summary: Tsumiki once told Megumi that if he was able to catch a cherry blossom petal he could make a wish and it would come true.

“Please wake up Itadori…” He said against his closed fist. “Come back to me…”

words: 1,4k

tags: Megumi centric fic, fluff Itafushi, post canon, canon fix, manga spoilers, Gojo-Megumi father son duo, everyone lives (except tsumiki I’m so sorry princess), angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, two teens starting to fall in love with each other

notes: this my first time writing something that is not x reader/oc, so it’s kinda new. But after 266 i had the NEED to write about Itafushi and here it is. Btw tomorrow I will post a new chapter of the Geto fic

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist | ao3

The cold winter of that year welcomed spring. Japan in general was still recovering from the disasters of sorcery, Sukuna, the merger, etc., but the atmosphere seemed happier since the cherry blossoms had begun to bloom. Megumi stood in front of one of the trees and extended his hand, hoping to reach one of the many petals that fell to the ground.

His fist clenched as he picked up the petal and brought it to his chest and closed his eyes. Tsumiki had taught him that if he caught a petal and wished for something, it would become real.

Megumi wanted to wish for a lot of things, he wanted his sister to be back with him but he knew it was impossible. So he wished for something else.

“Please wake up Itadori…” He said against his closed fist. “Come back to me…”

Megumi pursed his lips and let go of the petal in his hand. It was a foolish wish, but his heart still held a small hope that Itadori might wake up from the coma that had trapped him on December 24th.

He tightened his grip around his backpack and continued walking back home. He had started a new school grade, in a normal, completely normal high school. With Sukuna's death, sorcery had completely disappeared and so had the Jujutsu school.

Megumi no longer had his ten shadows with him, he no longer had his shikigamis…

He blinked as he realized he had arrived home, a house that despite everything still felt empty. With a long sigh, he entered the key and the sound of the door opening filled his ears and he entered the apartment.

“I’m home…” He said taking off his shoes.

He heard footsteps approaching him and subtly looked towards the sound. “Don’t take off your shoes, we’re leaving.” Megumi raised an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“Shoko called me, Yuji woke up.” Megumi felt a chill run through his body and if it weren’t for the fact that he was leaning on the ground he probably would have fallen face first.

Megumi only nodded. “But you don’t have…”

“Ijichi is waiting.” He said. “I called you, your phone was off.”

“It probably ran out of battery.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Megumi…” He sighed.

“What?”

“Nothing… just things will get better alright?”

Megumi simply sighed, not sure about trusting the words of the man he met all those years ago in front of his old house, making that weird face.

Gojo sighed as he leaned to the elevator wall. “By the way, until when are you going to keep calling me Gojo? I’m not your sensei anymore, so drop the Gojo-sensei, okay?” Gojo patted his head.

Megumi stayed in silent, looking at the man that over 10 years ago gave him a chance to live more time with his dear sister.

They had barely spoken about what had happened that winter. Gojo Satoru had broken down in front of him as soon as it was over, Megumi had been so in shock that he didn't know how to react when he saw the man who had always been so strong, hugging him and telling he was sorry for everything, while crying.

They both sit in silence in the car. Megumi, thinking about everything. Gojo has told him to call him by his name, that they knew each other for long enough. But Megumi felt heavy whenever he tried calling him Satoru, even Satoru-san. And the truth is that he tried, the first time he was around 12 when he tried calling him but the words ended up stuck on his throat.

And years later he still finds it hard, despite wanting to do it.

Megumi turned his attention to the outside of the window, seeing how the scenario started to change and they approached the familiar place he had been visiting for so many days.

Ijichi’s voice sounded inside the car and Megumi opened the door, leaving the car and walking fast to the familiar room.

“Megumi…” Gojo called him again. “Listen, Yuji might not be in the best state, okay?” He explained as he got near him.

“I understand…” He whispered.

“You…”

“It was never your fault.” Megumi cut him off.

Gojo opened his mouth and looked at him with surprise. “I…”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For you know… your eye.” He looked at it.

“This?” He pointed at his now blind eye. “That’s not your fault Megumi, I made this decision myself.”

Megumi only nodded, but still feeling kinda guilty. They both started to walk through the room, in silence. And when the room number appeared on their faces, Megumi felt nervous.

“I will go to talk with Shoko, okay?” Gojo told him.

“Okay…” He said and he watched as the white haired man walked away. “Wait!” Gojo paused and looked at him. “Thank… you Satoru-san.”

Megumi felt embarrassed and as soon Gojo’s name came out of his mouth he regretted it and he did it even more when he saw Gojo’s expression. “Me… Megumi!” He cried.

Megumi rolled his eyes and he entered the room, sighing. When he opened his eyes he was met with the figure of Itadori watching outside the window. He was still unaware that Megumi was there.

Megumi's hands trembled and, careful not to surprise Itadori, he approached him.

“Ita…”

“I’m so glad you are okay, Fushiguro.” Itadori turned to look at Megumi.

Megumi felt his heart begin to cry when he saw Itadoria's warm smile greet him so brightly again. Not only did his heart cry but his eyes ended up filling with tears as he sat next to Itadori’s bed.

His whole body started to shake and suddenly he felt Itadori’s touch on his shoulders.

“Don’t cry Fushiguro.” Itadori try to calm him down.

“Itadori…” Megumi murmured, he could barely see anything due to his eyes. “I… I… thank you for coming back.” Megumi looked at Itadori’s eye.

Itadori chuckled with tears also rolling down his eyes and he shook his head. “Thank you for not giving up, Fushiguro.” He smiled. “Thank you…”

Megumi couldn't hold back any longer and hugged Itadori tightly but with gentle touch, afraid of hurting Itadori. He felt Itadori's arms wrap around him and he closed his eyes, enjoying Itadori's warmth.

He doesn’t know for how long they both stayed like that, but Megumi felt like he was back at home. He was safe.

“Ita…”

“Megumi…” Itadori said and Megumi looked at him with surprise. “I… it’s fine if I call you by your name?”

Megumi’s heart fluttered and his cheeks reddened slightly. “Yes… yes it’s okay… can… can I call you by your name?”

Yuji nodded happily. “It would make me really happy.”

“Okay…” Megumi smiled slightly. “Yuji.”

Itadori moved on the bed and started to play with his hands. “Ummm… how is everyone?”

Megumi looked at him. “You saved everyone Yuji.” He said softly.

Yuji nodded. “Is Kugisaki alright?”

Megumi nodded back. “She is visiting her grandmother… Everyone is fine Yuji.”

“I just…”

“If it’s anyone’s fault, it was…”

“No!” Itadori cut him off. “No, it’s not, it was Sukuna’s fault. Not yours Megumi.” Yuji took Megumi’s hand on his. “You were going through something really though, what happened was never your fault.”

Megumi scanned Itadori's face and determined gaze and nodded. “It wasn’t yours either…” He whispered.

They both fell into a comfortable silence, their hands still held together, unbothered by the act.

“Megumi…” Itadori broke the silence and Megumi looked at him. “It’s spring… eh… would you like to go see the cherry blossom?” Yuji’s cheeks were slightly red as he asked that question.

Megumi felt his face burn and he nodded. “Yeah… yeah I would like that.”

Yuji nodded and smiled, they both did.

“OH! Shoko, look at my children!” Itadori and Megumi looked to the door where Gojo was standing making a dramatic expression.

Megumi rolled his eyes and Yuji smiled wildly. “Gojo-sensei!”

“Yuji-kun! How are you?” Gojo approached the bed.

Megumi watched the scene and a small smile formed on his lips. He had tried all his life to make Tsumiki happy, but that had not been possible. Nothing would ever be the same again, his sister was no longer there and he would have to start living without her.

But Megumi felt at that moment that he had enough reasons to keep living and be able to be happy. He didn’t want to give up anymore, there was something that made his heart feel alive again.

“Megumi?” Megumi’s eyes met that sweet and warm smile that belonged to Yuji, and he confirmed that feeling.

[noitsbecky127]

rebecca watches ds9: melora

oh god I’ve heard about this episode. oh god julian’s gonna violate medical ethics

goddamn ableist cardassians

julian you haven’t even met her yet and you’re already in love. that’s unhinged

ok they’ve met over voice chat at least

guess this was their Very Special Episode

girl you’re an ensign! why would you be allowed to go on a mission alone!

my dad just said “what a bitch!” i think he’s being unfair though

that’s a lot of gold-pressed latinum

oh what the fuck is that guy

quark what have you gotten yourself into now

quark what did you do to this guy

well that’s very straightforward!

why is melora’s hair like that

“i prefer to work alone” girl you’re in starfleet!

julian, whatever you’re doing, stop

he enters the room and immediately goes like “so are you single???”

“i’m not your doctor anymore” alright, so ig it’s ok to fuck

dad is bewildered at the concept of a klingon restaurant. i’m just wondering what they eat aside from gagh

quark is pulling out all the stops to get this guy to not kill him. somehow i doubt this plan will work

i wonder what melora and this guy are saying

alright! the lady knows what she wants

new julian lore! his father is a diplomat

and he played tennis! bro is just doing it all

tng had the dancing doctor and now we have the tennis-playing doctor

man poor melora :(

she really knows what she wants! outright asks julian to come in. you know what, good for her

low-gravity romance scene! idk if that’s a Thing in sci-fi but it should be

melora, floating with this hot guy: btw i’m single

god i love jadzia so much

wait i want to know more about those people who didn’t even breathe the same air and were together for 57 years

ig that scene prolly felt different when everyone and their mother wasn’t in an ldr

god i played fnv and now i can only hear mr house lmao

ah so that’s why this guy wants quark dead

odo hates that he can’t let quark die lmao

god i love when they technobabble

there’s gonna be a catch. there’s always a catch

odo will buy quark after he dies. nicest thing he’s ever said to him no doubt

ok, it seems good, now where’s the catch

oof, guess it doesn’t last long

ohhh, so she has to choose between floating and walking

something tells me she’s gonna choose floating

the little mermaid! yes!!!

melora was like “did she live happily ever after?” and my mom, who’s sitting on the couch doing the crossword, went “no, she died”

guess she’s a regular 24th-century ariel! choose between one world with her home, and another with love

i have no idea what’s going on with quark but i know it’s not good

melora no!

oh fuck yes melora!! get his ass!!!!!

why is the klingon singing

alright people exaggerated how bad julian was in this ep. i mean yeah he’s her doctor but he’s everyone’s doctor so unless we want him to die alone we gotta let him break the rules a teeny bit

i’m surprised they were still getting on well at the end of the ep though, she’s a one-off so i figured they’d break up

ig they’ll break up offscreen

[mrs-monaghan]

i’m just saying but your “proof” of them being together is normal stuff friends do who are extremely close. i’ve done it with my best friends throughout my life. and i think you really should respect the fact they have all said they get uncomfortable when being shipped with their friends. plus aren’t you setting yourself for disappointment when they come out and they’re not together?

24th July 2023. All these years later and people like you still exist? Still sending questions like these?

and I think you really should respect the fact that they have all said that they get uncomfortable when being shipped with their friends

I guess we are, aren't we? Fine. Let's do this. Before we begin, please note that ONLY 2 MEMBERS have only ever addressed their shippers. Two. Not ALL. Idk who lied to u and told u they have ALL told people to stop shipping them. Shipping has been a culture in Kpop since time immemorial. It's literally part of their training. That's why they do fanservice, dum dum. V and Suga are the only two members who have ever shut down their shippers. V for Taekook and Suga for... what do you call Suga and RM together? Sugamon? Namga? Namyoon? Whatever tf their ship name is, I have no idea.

Anyway, let's jump into it. Bon Voyage season 3 episode 2.

One very important thing to note; Jimin understood the waiter perfectly. First, the waiter asked how many of them there were.

JK replied by asking for the menu

But Jimin replied; they wanted a table for 2

Second, waiter saw all the staff recording them and asked Jikook if they were camera men. Jimin for some reason said yes 😂😂

Again, JK did not understand and Jimin had to translate

So just so it's clear, Jimin understood that waiter very well. With that in mind, let's proceed.

So they go to order and JK with his limp wrist (bless him) drops his iconic "together bam"

The waiter points at them both and says "together? Alright."

Some people hear; "you're together?" And others just hear "together" anyway. It doesn't matter. If you watch the clip here you will see the waiter clearly gestures to both of them and says that. He's understood they're a couple which is why Jimin cracks up.

We have established Jimin was getting everything and he understood what the waiter meant but guess what, anon? He didn't correct him. Even if his English was quite bad at this time he knew how to say "no" but chose not to. Instead he just laughed it off. So, Jimin had a chance to shut down a Jikook rumor but... 🤷🏽‍♀️

People still thought the waiter didn't think they were a couple until an Army visited that restaurant and confirmed that was the case.

Remember when Jin asked them if they were a couple and again they just laughed it off?

Remember when RM asked if they were a couple since they were matching like a couple? Remember how once again Jikook could have denied this but didn't?

How strange anon. All these chances to shut down shippers and still they refuse to take them.

Jimin actually mumbles something after RM asks that but it doesn't get translated and even Kjikookers have admitted they can't hear it clearly. But I have heard a few say it sounds like Jimin said "we're married."

But since its not very clear, we don't go around celebrating and spreading it. Still... 😌😌

I am so confused as to where you heard that Jikook shut down their shippers. When did this happen, I wonder? Was it when JK had Jimin's ear in his mouth? Was it everytime Jimin tried to kiss JK? Or was it when they both admitted Jimin sucked on JK's neck long enough to leave a bruise aka hickey?

I've done it with my best friends through out my life.

Now anon listen, I dont judge people. Trust me, not only because the Bible says thou shall not judge, but also because I've had my fair share of slutty moments. So I will not sit here and judge you for sucking on all your bestfriends' necks and leaving bruises. How do their lovers feel about this, btw? I won't judge you if you get the urge to caress your bestfriend's balls just because. And I definitely won't judge you because you like to footsie your friends' dicks. All I can tell u is u need to be careful because it could get messy real quick. Because if someone did this to me it means they want to fuck me. And that messes with the friendship dynamic.

Idk what brought you to my blog. But I'd advice you to know your shit before you come my way next time. Have a good day and God Bless 🙏🏽

Bonus for my fellow Jikookers; Malta Jikook looking at eo. And JK is most definitely obsessed with those bratz lips 💋

[starsinabox]

So like over a month ago, I posted a little snippet/chapter of this rewritten fanfic I was working on, and idk, thought it might get some appreciation here because from my first month or two on tumblr I’ve learned a03 is a BIG thing on here.

Also, if anyone here is from a03 (btw, go check out my a03 account maybe, it’s Starsinabox, though most of my old fanfics kind of suck..) but anyway! If anyone found my account from a03, yes it is ‘Me Instead of Him’!! I’ve decided I’m going to be rewriting the fanfic, but I haven’t posted any of it because I’m scared to do so. I’ve already gave up on it in the past (though at that time I was in a pretty bad social situation) and I’m scared that it’ll happen again and just genuinely don’t want to let anyone down.

I’m trying to finish it before I post it, just to make sure I don’t go up and abandon it agian. Anyway, sorry for the whole fucking villain monologue I just went on, enjoy!!

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Summary:

“He was going to die. Die without ever seeing his brothers, Two-bit, or even Steve ever again.”

“He had to apologize to Darry. He realized. For being so stubborn. For not listening to him. Nothing like a life or death situation to make you realize your regrets huh, Ponyboy? The voice in the back of his head snickered at him, mocking him even in his final moments.”

“He would never get the chance to apologize though, as the darkness that had been slowly creeping up, finally consumed him.”

Or

What if Johnny was spared from the fire rather than Ponyboy?

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Friday, September 24th, 1965, 3:24 PM

Ever since he had left Dairy Queen, all Ponyboy heard was arguing

Johnny was never one for fighting, one glance at the way he held himself and anyone could tell that. So, it was a new experience to hear Johnny talk the way he was, almost angry sounding. And out of all the people he could’ve been talking to like that, it was the Dallas Winston. Johnny's hero, his muse.

“Dal, you ain’t listening to me!” Johnny said, desperation creeping into his voice. “No, kid, you ain’t listening to me!” Dallas snapped at him, waving a hand in the air. Johnny winced, which caused Dallas to immediately backtrack. “Your parents ain’t care ‘bout you.” Dally’s tone was gentler, but his words were relentlessly cruel.

“To make it out in life, you gotta get over it! It ain’t how it should be, but you gotta!” That was the most emotional Ponyboy had ever seen Dallas’s. The unsteadiness of his voice, the glint in his eye. Honestly, it was scary.

“Well, what if I don’t want-“ Johnny began, but he was swiftly cut off by Dallas slamming on the break.

The thunderbird's tires screamed as they slid across the road, surely leaving tire marks. For a moment, it almost seemed like they were about to flip, but with the years of experience in drag races Dallas had, he was able to keep all four tires on the road.

Hardly having any time to react, Ponyboy’s face slammed into the passenger seat in front of him, causing pain to erupt from his nose, making his eyes water.

“Oh glory..” Johnny whispered, panic rising in his voice. Ponyboy picked his head from off the seat, rubbing his throbbing nose; what he saw through his teary vision sucked the air from his lungs. The church. Engulfed in flames. Plumes of thick, black smoke rose into the sky, reaching to the heavens like long fingers of death.

“How’d the hell that start?” Dallas said as he started up the car again, rolling up the church. Johnny glanced over his shoulder at Ponyboy, his eyebrows knotted up. Ponyboy swallowed thickly. “Me or Johnny must’a dropped a cigarette or somethin’.” He said.

“Oh golly, ‘course ya’ll did.” Dallas said, sounding exasperated. His grip on the wheel tightened.

As the church grew closer, the chaos erupting around it came into view. Little kids huddled up together, screaming and whimpering, hugging onto each other like their lives depended on it.

“Oh Jerry— some of the kids! Some of the kids are missing!” A thin lady with short, curly hair ran up to the only other adult, which was a big fat man.

“Oh, I’m sure they’re around here somewhere.” The man, Jerry, said, looking around at the group of kids that were gathered around him. “Now you listen to me!” The woman snapped back, her voice raising. “I’m sure of it! They were just-” She suddenly fell quiet, deathly quiet.

Ponyboy strained his ears and held his breath, scared that if he even dared to breathe wrong everything could get impossibly worse. Then, he heard it. Barely, just barely, over the crackles snaps and of the flames, over the ruckus around them, he could hear it. Screams, Blood curdling screams. Ones that were coming from inside the church.

“Oh god, I told them not to play inside that church, I told them!” The woman screamed, clutching at her chest like she was about to have a heart attack.

Before Ponyboy could think about what he was doing, he was swinging the car door open, and his feet were landing on the grass. He started at a dead run to the old building, ignoring the curses and threats erupting from Dallas.

“Kid, wait, you can’t go in there!” Jerry called out to Ponyboy, grabbing ahold of his elbow, but he shook him off without a word, being too caught up in his own thoughts to heed the man’s warning. He and Johnny had started this. They had started this mess. They were the ones that had killed Bob, they were the ones that had been smoking inside the church, and now some random kids were going to pay for it.

The old steps creaked dangerously under Ponyboy, threatening to give way under his weight as he rushed up them. Orange flames had enveloped the old building's door, eating away hungrily at the wood.

“Watch it!” A voice suddenly shouted. Ponyboy jumped out of the way just in time, as a large rock came hurtling past him. It slammed into one of the windows, splintering the planks that boarded it up. Ponyboy swirled to look behind him, only to be met with Johnny's black eyes. He hadn’t even heard him follow along.

With nothing more than a glance, the two ran up and started prying the wood from the window. Ponyboy was the first to haul himself into the building, the black smoke immediately causing his eyes to water.

The church was nearly unrecognizable. Orange and red flames painted the walls, flickering wildly. The pews creaked and groaned as flames ate them up excitedly. Half of the floor had collapsed, leaving the ground slanted and uneven. Ash and debris floated down from the ceiling, coating anything that wasn't already on fire in a fine, gray dust. But no matter how much he looked, Ponyboy couldn’t see even one kid.

Johnny spoke his thoughts, having to yell to make himself heard over the flames. “Where are the kids?!” Ponyboy hesitated for a second, before he started off through the church, having to step over burning planks to do so. “Probably in the back!”

“Did that guy follow?” He continued, trying his best to swat the smoke away from his face, and failing miserably.

“Window stopped him.” Johnny answered.

“Too scared?”

“Nawh.. too fat..!”

Ponyboy would’ve laughed, but he knew if he did he’d inhale enough smoke to make him drop dead then and there.

They eventually made it to the back room of the church, which Ponyboy suspected used to be a storage room because of all the crates and empty bookshelves that were back there.

Even though he couldn’t see the kids, the eardrum shattering screams told Ponyboy that he and Johnny were getting close. “Anyone back here?!” Johnny yelled. “We’re here to get ya’ll out!”

Ponyboy stepped around a fallen bookcase, wiping the water that had pooled in his eyes. Through the thick smoke, in the back corner of the room, he saw a small huddle of pigtails, dresses and chubby faces.

Ponyboy motioned to Johnny, nodding his head to the corner. Johnny beat him over to the kids, while Ponyboy found where the window was.

Johnny picked up the first screaming ball of tears and snot, while Ponyboy worked on prying off the boards from the window. Once he was able to break through, he was surprised to find Dallas waiting for them on the other side.

“Dally!” He yelled, and for the first time ever, he could say he was happy to see Dallas Winston.

“Here Dal, take him!” Johnny shoved past Ponyboy, passing the little girl he was holding to the older boy. It was about a five foot drop to the ground, but Dallas was tall enough that he could take the kid from Johnny with relative ease.

Johnny leaned back into the church, looking at Ponyboy, grinning. For the first time since Johnny got jumped, Ponyboy didn’t see that glint of fear behind his dark eyes.

Johnny turned back and picked up another kid, which he then passed back to Ponyboy, who then dropped her to Dallas.

Before Johnny could pick up the next kid, there was a thunderous crash that came from behind them, causing the already unstable ground underneath them to tremble. If Ponyboy had to guess, the floor had just finished caving in on itself.

“Idiots! Forget them blasted kids, the church is about to come down, get outa there!” Dallas warned, Ponyboy could hardly hear him over the fire.

He was right, though. The roof above them was creaking worryingly loud, the beams bended underneath the roof's weight, threatening to snap.

Ponyboy cursed under his breath, and ran to the corner, passing Johnny as he did. He reached for another kid, his chest heaving sporadically as his lungs desperately screamed for fresh air, but all they got was the hot, muddled smoke.

“Owch!” He yelped as a shooting pain flashed through his hand; the little fucker had bit him! And he wasn’t letting up neither. Ponyboy picked up the kid awkwardly, not feeling the blood that ran down the side of his hand.

“Take 'em, Johnny, get him!” Ponyboy yelled desperately for Johnny, but he was having a coughing fit.. Ponyboy grunted and shoved past him and threw the kid to Dallas, who barely caught him.

Surprisingly though, the screaming didn’t stop. Ponyboy leaned his head back into church, looking quickly around the small room, but he couldn’t see anyone. He knew there was another kid. Even through the crackling and creaking, he could hear him clear as day, but where the hell was he?

“Pony— Pony, you gotta get out’a here!” Johnny yelled, but Ponyboy could hardly hear him. The roaring of the fire, the ringing in his ears, the horrific screaming, it was all too much. Maybe it was because he never used his head, or maybe it was a heat of the moment thing, but Ponyboy decided something that was unquestionably idiotic, something that could cost his life. He had to look for that kid.

Johnny wouldn’t make it another minute in the church though, Ponyboy knew that too, there was no point in them both dying, was there?

Ponyboy swirled around and grabbed Johnny by the waist, doing his best to pick him up, his knees buckling under him as he tried to support the weight of the other boy.

“What in all mighty hell do you think you’re doin’!?” Dallas screamed at him, sounding more surprised than anything.

Ponyboy struggled Johnny over to the window. “Shut up and catch him!” He yelled. He couldn’t believe he told Dallas Winston to shut up, and not just that, he actually listened. Dallas shut his trap, and dug his fingernails into his palm, scowling.

Ponyboy tossed Johnny out of the window, and thankfully, Dally caught him before he could hit the ground and break his neck. Without another word, Ponyboy disappeared back into the smoke.

The flames were only getting worse, beams above him were starting to fall, landing dangerously close. What would he do if the floor collapsed like the front of the church? Would he just have to accept his fate?

Ponyboy quickly shook the thought from his head. He couldn’t think about that, it would just make everything worse.

The room was small, a hardly larger than the size of a bathroom, the hell could this kid even be? “Is anyone else here?!” Ponyboy yelled, cupping his hands over his mouth to try and be heard. It was getting hard to breathe, very hard to breathe, in fact. He really, really had to get out of there, and soon.

“I’m here to help! You just gotta-“ Ponyboy was cut off by a vicious cough, which immediately sent him into a fit. Every time he breathed in it felt like a burning hot coal got dropped into his lungs, which only made him hack more. His chest rattled with each violent cough, and tears ran down his soot covered face. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe. He was going to die here.

“Over here!” A squeaky voice yelled out, and Ponyboy barely had the strength to look up. A boy had crawled out from under one of the burning book shelves, holding another, slightly smaller boy by his hair. God, they just couldn’t come out sooner, could they?

Ponyboy reached over and grabbed the bigger kid by the back of his shirt, not noticing the flames that engulfed his hand. He pulled the kid up and shoved him over to the window, too caught up in his coughing fit to bring them out himself. The smoke engulfed the two, then they were gone.

Ponyboy didn’t see, or hear what happened to them, he just had to hope they got out. He tried to follow after them, but he couldn’t move.

He was doubled over, practically dry heaving. The church was collapsing, boards above him snapping loudly, blending into the crackles of the fire. This was going to the end of him, and he was the one who caused it.

He couldn’t die here. A voice rang in the back of his head, though he was barely conscious enough to hear it. He couldn’t die here, he had brothers waiting for him at home, even if one of them hated his guts.

Ponyboy forced his head up and peeled open his eyes, only to find that he couldn’t tell where he was. The smoke surrounded him, making it nearly impossible to see anything that wasn’t right in front of him, and it was only growing thicker. He held back a cough, and wiped his eyes, stumbling forward blindly, hoping, praying that he would find his way out.

And by some amazing miracle, as he continued through the flames, streaks of light started to penetrate through the dark smoke. He prayed that it was the light from outside, and not the light at the end of the tunnel.

Before he could find out, though, he heard a deafening snap above him, then followed by that was what sounded like a landslide.

Before he could look up, or even move, he felt something slam into the side of his head, yet, oddly enough it didn’t hurt. A sickening, deafening CRAAAAAACK! echoed through his head, through his body, making his bones vibrate.

It was the sound of his skull breaking. A board had broken in two above him, and with all that built up tension, it had slammed him right on the side of his head.

His body crashed to the ground, and the wooden boards bended under him, nearly snapping. He faded in and out of consciousness, hardly able to hear himself think.

He was going to die. Die without ever seeing his brothers, Two-bit, or even Steve ever again.

He had to apologize to Darry. He realized. For being so stubborn, for not listening to him. Nothing like a life or death situation to make you realize your regrets huh Ponyboy? The voice in the back of his head snickered at him, mocking him even in his final moments.

He would never get the chance to apologize though, as the darkness that had been slowly creeping up, finally consumed him.

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Sorry if this was ooc or didn’t accurately represent the characters, I tried my best! Any kind of comments are appreciated! I’m thinking of maybe posting updates as I keep writing the chapters! Anyway, have a good day :3

[captainmartin20]

I have a question. Since the fever are considered one of the worst team in the league why is Caitlin on the team?Is she not supposed to be one of the greatest. I’m new to basketball and I can’t understand how Kate who next to Caitlin isn’t seen as popular or as “good” is on the best team in the league and the Caitlin on the team that is worst.

Hello, anon!

Welcome to basketball btw!

I’m fairly new here too, but I’ll try to explain it as best as i can.

So after college, players who want to go pro are probably looking to get into the wnba. To get into the wnba, players need a team and in order to do that, they need to enter their names into the draft.

The draft is basically where all the teams in the league come together and select the players they want to come play for their team. Not every player that enters their name into the draft is guaranteed a spot on a team (hence why there are calls for an expansion of the wnba = more teams, less players being cut)

In the draft, there are three rounds with 12 picks per round. The order that teams get to make their picks is based on performance from last season, with the worst teams going first and the best going last.

The first four picks in the first round are determined by the draft lottery (the four teams that missed the 2023 playoffs: the Indiana Fever, Los Angeles Sparks, Phoenix Mercury, and Seattle Storm).

Since Fever preformed less than ideal last season, they had the best odds to land the No. 1 pick.

Here’s a fun little stat:

Since Fever got the highest odds, they had the highest chance to get selected through the lottery. Their name was called and they got the no.1 pick this season (and last season as well!).

Hence, why they managed to select the highly sought out player, Caitlin Clark, for their team.

As for the two-time defending champion, Las Vegas Aces, their turn to pick was further down the line. They ended up picking during the second round of the draft— selecting Fair, Martin, and Kitley (16th pick, 18th pick and 24th pick respectively)

I guess the advantage of having this draft system is so one team isn’t hoarding all the best players, and lower ranked teams get a chance to bring more talent to their roster in time for the upcoming season.

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Some links and articles that you might find useful in case I didn’t explain it properly lol:

WNBA 2024 Picks by Round

WNBA Draft lottery, explained: How Fever got opportunity to select Caitlin Clark

How does WNBA draft work? Closer look at rules and eligibility

[misiahasahardname]

Hii… 🧍‍♂️(I’m shy please)

Info dump on what you wanna talk about, I wanna listen… 😼

oh my god uhhh i don‘t know what to talk about hmmm uhhhh ok ok uhhhhh

uhmmmmmmm uhhhhhhhhh ok maybe an octuplets ramble? yeah sure an octuplets ramble LET‘S GO

when i was in p6 (4th grade i think?) i came up with a silly little story based off my friendgroup called the octuplets where we were, as the name suggests, octuplets. why were we octuplets? well, because i thought that we were all super similar, both in personality and appearance, so i figured why not write a story where we‘re all siblings? (i really badly wanted more siblings when i was a kid…). so yeah.

actually, originally one of my friends wasn‘t an octuplets, instead she was the adult sister because she felt ‚older‘ than all of us (???????? girl why??), and she was the ‚caretaker’ too because for some reason i didn’t want to give us parents (ALSO WHY???????). however because of this i didn’t have an eighth octuplets because we were a group of eight, not a group of nine, so i just shoved in some random girl that i kinda knew (i later replaced her with abother version of that first friend, so there was a millie sr and a millie jr. i explained the two millie situation in the story with ‚millie sr was allowed to name one of her siblings so she chose to name her millie. again.‘)

after a while i decided ‚okay, they need parents’ so i created parents. however i didn‘t properly add them to the main story. instead, i created some CRAZY family lore (which i can‘t decide if i should keep or not…). so there was a dad, adam (NOT pronounced ahduhm) and a mum, grace. adam and grace were a lovely little couple, adam was a bit shy but hardworking and caring, and grace was a bubbly ray of sunshine but also gentle and thoughtful. they and their daughter millie lived a very happy life, until one day, when grace was pregnant with her second child(ren), adam got arrested for drunk driving + speeding. BUT IT WASN‘T HIM WHO WAS DRIVING. IT WAS HIS OLDER BROTHER ANDRZEJ WHO JUST HAPPENED TO LOOK A LOT LIKE HIM. that‘s right, while being chased andrzej was able to speed home, get inside, so once the police arrived they got ADAM because he wasn’t wearing his glasses (adam wears glasses, andrzej doesn’t) and andrzej had locked himself in the bathroom. i have no idea how that was supposed to work but this storyline stuck for AGES.

and if that wasn’t bad enough, when it finally came time for the octuplets to be born (i originally made their birthday the 24th of april because it would be stupid to give them the same birthday as me, but then i realised that was STUPID and a BIG MISSED OPPORTUNITY so their date of birth is the 8th of august 2008 now), SHE DIED, and her mother in law/millie‘s grandma/adam‘s mum leokadia (‚babcia lodzia‘ to the kids) had to look after the kids. however this wasn’t permanent, because in 2017 (when millie was nearly sixteen (her birthday is november 6th 2001 btw) and the octuplets about nine) lodzia‘s OWN mother fell badly ill and so she had to return to poland to look after, meaning MILLIE WAS THE MAIN CARER OF THE OCTUPLETS.

SUPER crazy. i was a rather dramatic story teller when i was in… p7 maybe? this was either p7 or s1 i can‘t remember. i made a lot of millie angst with this. but don’t worry, i didn‘t make her life HORRIBLE because adam was released on her 18th birthday! now if that isn‘t the best birthday present, i don‘t know what is!

i think most of the lore is alright and i‘m going to keep it, but i‘m not sure about adam‘s story… i don‘t know exactly how to change it though?

BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT. time to get into the real meat and potatoes…… THE OCTUPLETS THEMSELVES!

so, y‘know how i said that originally the octuplets were based off my real friends? well, i decided to change that somewhere in 2023, because they were so heavily inspired by my friends, i got kind of… scared(?) of writing them, and i started focusing too much on the side characters. so i decided to switch things up a little!

so the octuplets went from aiden, caitlin, mia (shudders), zack, [deadname], millie jr, max/maks and molly to jakub, zosia, gosia, kuba, marek, amelia, darek and alicja. i decided to lean further into the Polish aspect of the octuplets, which i also couldn’t do before because i was the only pole. i originally made the octuplets half scottish on their mother‘s side, but i‘m considering making them fully Polish, since they went from being heavily inspired by my friendgroup, to being loosely inspired by my own life.

i think being an immigrant is a big part of the octuplets story. the octuplets live in a slightly poorer area where the housing is mostly council flats, so they live around many immigrants (and are (second generation) immigrants themselves). for the first half of my life i lived like this too, which was very nice, because that meant i was around many people who shared similar stories to me. (most of the people i lived around that weren’t scottish came from east europe, which is ironic since the only slavic characters i have in the octuplets are the octuplets and their family themselves and kat, who doesn’t become THAT important until teentuplets)

for the first few years of their life, the octuplets couldn’t really communicate with anyone outside their family, as their grandmother didn’t know a word of english, and millie was like. six when they were born so she couldn’t really teach them anything. so when they started primary school, the octuplets would be taken for special english lessons to help them learn the language. these lessons were where they met their best friend, laura !!(who is my second favourite side character to write (it‘s a shocker i haven‘t mentioned about octavia yet…. i will talk about her eventually trust me)) laura‘s super fun, she‘s got this slightly snarky energy to her that i love (it makes her frenemyship with jeremy even funnier to write for me) and she‘s just like. hfhdhgsjdb i don‘t know how to describe her she’s just really cool. love laura. she‘s awesome to write. (i made some pretty wild lore for her too— back when she lived in brazil she got a dirty peice of glass stuck in her right arm but she didn‘t notice so it just stayed there for a few days and then her arm got infected and she had to have it amputated— girl does NOT feel pain)

neurodivergence is also a big thing in the octuplets! besides gosia (who is autistic) each of the octuplets has a specific trait inspired off of me and my adhd: jakub has my ego problems and general theater kid energy, zosia has my seemingly endless supply of energy and intense optimism, kuba has my anxiety and my clinginess, marek has my habit of zoning out and overactive imagination, amelia has my EXTREME hyperactivity and poor impulse control, darek has my laziness and idk that one part of me that is just a sarcastic troublemaking dipshit, and alicja has my high empathy and my habit of saying things that are either extremely out of left field, nonsensical or accidentally offensive. though the ways in which they behave are more inspired by myself from when the octuplets is set (2018-early 2020 (teentuplets takes place in 2023 iirc)), there are some parts that resemble my current self.

the neurodivergence is DEFINETLY inherited btw. grace most likely had adhd (never diagnosed tho 😔), someone on adam‘s side of the family was epileptic (zosia epileptic REAL AND CANON (had to project that on someone)), and adam also had crippling anxiety, hence, kuba. i like writing kuba and alicja‘s dynamic because kuba is most like adam (including in appearance) and alicja is most like grace, it‘s very sweet. kuba has this protective urge over alicja… tbh most of the octuplets do to some extent, she is the youngest after all. however i think she has things under control the most… maybe not tho. in my first attempts at writing her she could be REALLY unhinged. she‘s a lot more mellow now tho!

OOOH I SHOULD BRING UP OCTUPLETS AND HOW THEY ARE WITH EACHOTHER

jakub

with zosia -> jakub makes a big deal of being the oldest but shoves most of his responsibilities onto zosia. zosia is super patient to he likes to see how far he can push her before she snaps (unfortunately for him she never does). he sometimes uses her as a pseudo-big sister and actually listens to her more than he listens to millie!

with gosia -> ohhhh he is so annoying. she‘s definetly his favourite sibling and he WILL make it her problem. when he‘s bored he will bust into the girls‘ bedroom to bother her a bit and criticise her for being a nerdy nerd and always reading. he does genuinely care about her though and feels bad when he pushes her over the edge.

with kuba -> somehow he‘s the straight man of this duo (which is ironic for a multitude of reasons). kuba is constantly terrified of The Consequences of things that don‘t matter. jakub (with his blind confidence) always responds to this terror with surprisingly sound reasoning. he finds himself dragging kuba out of his comfort zone a lot.

with marek -> they were a lot closer when they were younger, but jakub gets pretty bored with marek. he doesn’t care much about marek‘s fantasies— his fantasies are wayyyy cooler. however he respects marek‘s drawing skills („pleaseee draw me please please please“) and the fact he is a fellow theater kid.

with amelia -> god they are an awful duo. jakub THRIVES off of amelia‘s chaotic energy. amelia acts as an instigator for jakub‘s bullshit which is why he really enjoys spending time with her, with amelia he gets to bring his troublemaking to the next level. it is not reccomended to leave them alone for anything over an hour.

with darek -> darek is similar to jakub in a lot of ways, which he finds really ANNOYING. no one can mess with jakub‘s ego the way darek does. jakub gets really stroppy(?) with darek sometimes, but darek (who hardly cares about anything) doesn’t ever give him the reaction he wants, which INFURIATES him. however, he does still get along with him. they talk shit about people often (jakub because he thinks he‘s better than everyone and darek because he likes to criticise people (he also thinks he‘s better than everyone))

with alicja -> he is not a good influence to alicja. he loves using his big brother privilege to make her do dumb shit with him… it‘s his way of bonding with her. he finds it really annoying when people go too soft on her because she is just as stubborn and stupid as the rest of them… though he does treat her a bit like a mini-me sometimes.

zosia

with jakub -> she rolls her eyes at his i‘m-the-best, i-love-me antics, and sighs in disappointment whenever one of his dumb plans backfires, but she does enjoy that jakub-brand chaos he brings to the group. she‘ll turn a blind eye to his mischief sometimes, but she will tease him for his stupid behaviour. she finds him entertaining.

with gosia -> she has an extreme soft side for her. no one understands gosia the way zosia does. she‘s always had a close bond with gosia, helping her out with her emotions, trying to get her out there and make new friends. she‘s tries not to be as extra as she usually is when around gosia. i love writing these two actually

with kuba -> she finds him to be a bit silly. she tries to get kuba to stop being so attached/overprotective of alicja, but that is a bit hypocritical considering what she‘s like with gosia. she tries to be as supportive as possible, but she tries not to put too much faith in him because she knows what he‘s like. zosia loves kuba, but she really wishes he wasn’t such a scaredy cat

with marek -> zosia‘s willing to listen to whatever marek has to say. with how chaotic and uncontrollable the rest of her siblings are, she likes to wind down with a story from marek. she finds his creativity inspiring, even when he gets a little too carried away. he‘s her favourite sibling to play games with, and really appreciates the effort he puts in to making the games feel real (they totally roleplay on roblox together lol)

with amelia -> zosia, the beam of sunshine and sustainable energy source sometimes finds it hard to keep up with amelia‘s hyper as balls personality, but she tries her best! she thinks amelia is really funny, but she does NOT play fair and that can be a bit annoying to her.

with darek -> darek is a bit too negative for her. she really badly wants darek to engage in activities and actually do something because she HATES seeing people left out, but he‘s extremely stubborn. however she‘s not exactly someone who can do everything either, so whenever she has to sit out an activity, she‘ll chat with darek.

with alicja -> alicja is such a sweetheart, so zosia can‘t help but find her endearing. she hates to admit it, but she does baby her sometimes, but she tries her best not to! she‘s very supportive and encouraging of alicja, and, in contrast to some people, tries to keep her away from trouble.

gosia

with jakub -> she finds him… frustrating to be around, to say the least. she tries to tolerate his annoying behaviour, but she isn’t the most patient person out there, so she tends to lash out. she‘s always there to make some sarcastic remark when something he does goes wrong. she doesn’t understand why he‘s so attached to her while she just wants to get rid of him.

with zosia -> zosia is the person she cares about the most. gosia believes she will never meet a person as special as zosia. gosia struggles a lot with normal, everyday things, but zosia‘s support makes her feel so much more normal. thanks to zosia, gosia actually talks about her problems, rather than just bottling them up. guys i genuinely love these two so much

with kuba -> she finds him to be too irrational. she‘s a lot more of a logical thinker than he is, so his outbursts are impossible for her to understand. she can be a bit… harsh to him sometimes, so when he helps her out during her ‚dumb moments‘ (meltdowns), she gets confused, but she appreciates it. despite his irrationalness she still thinks he‘s saner than the others so they are pretty close.

with marek -> there‘s a bit of a clash between these too. gosia is grounded in real life, while marek spends his time making things up. she likes to pick out logical errors in marek‘s stories because innacurate information really bothers her, which bothers him because they‘re just stories and she‘s being boring.

with amelia -> gosia finds amelia‘s antics to be too overwhelming. amelia‘s inability to sit still can be very distracting to her, and she talks wayyy too loud. however, she doesn‘t mind her being a chatterbox, because she‘s also a chatterbox, and amelia‘s always willing to listen to her ramble, which she really appreciates.

with darek -> to her, darek is the only octuplets with common sense. like gosia, darek is a lot more of a logical thinker, and can understand when a situation is stupid. her one problem with him is that he tends to go with the stupid situations anyways because he likes to gloat that he knew things would go wrong.

with alicja -> gosia sees alicja as a mini-amelia, which means she sees the two in a similar light. she doesn’t fall of her baby sibling charm in the way the others do, she just sees her as more childish than her other siblings. alicja has the tendency to get into a lot of questionable situations, which confuses (and kinda impresses) gosia. she wishes she would stay out of trouble and be more mature.

kuba

with jakub -> kuba is impressed with how confident jakub can be, though his insane ego problems can be a bit annoying. he doesn’t show it much, but he does have an admiration for his older brother. he really does love his brother, but he does shout at him sometimes… again, he is terrified of The Consequences.

with zosia -> he appreciates her patience and support, and does find her presence comforting because she is very chilled out. he feels this sense of… control(?) when he‘s around her, like he doesn’t have to worry as much because zosia knows what she‘s doing. he admires how easily she can socialise with people

with gosia -> he cares about gosia a lot, and relates to some of her issues, but sometimes he feels like she doesn’t actually like him, which is very upsetting to him! he would try to control his feelings to make her like him more, but he found that too hard, so he started trying to help her with her own emotions instead.

with marek -> kuba thinks marek is a really fun guy to hang out with! he‘s a relatively relaxed person and everything he comes up with is very interesting, kuba can’t help but feel at ease when spending time together. he likes to share his own stories with him.

with amelia -> he tries his absolute best to keep her in check. unfortunately, kuba is not as good at handling things as he thinks. he likes spending time with amelia, she is really funny, but she gets herself (and others) into trouble wayyyy too much and she isn‘t careful at ALL so he‘s always on edge around her. sometimes he'll lose it and shout at her.

with darek -> darek can be. intimidating. kuba can‘t understand how someone can be so nonchalant, especially in high-stress situations. he also thinks darek is a bit irresponsible and lazy, and wishes he would help out more often.

with alicja -> kuba feels like he‘s responsible for alicja. he’s really protective of her, he can‘t bare the thought of anything bad happening to her because oh, she‘s so sweet, she‘s too innocent! he spends most of his time looking after her… he cares more about her than he does about himself! he takes his role as her big brother way too seriously.

marek

with jakub -> i'm not 100% sure about these two, actually. i feel like marek would miss playing with jakub, but finds his entitledment a lot more annoying than he used to.

with zosia -> he isn't very fond of being the guy who you only hang out with because everyone else is annoying you, but he really enjoys zosia's company. he's a lot more of an indoors-play kinda guy compared to zosia, but he's not opposed to getting a little bit muddy outdoors with her, as long as their not playing tag!

with gosia -> marek sees gosia as a bit of a killjoy, not just because her constant correcting is annoying, but he feels bad that she seemingly doesn't find any joy in make beleive. he wishes she wasn't so serious all the time. she's a kid like the rest of her siblings, she should be enjoying herself!

with kuba -> he likes how engaged he gets with his long rambles and strange stories. he doesn't notice how different kuba is like around him because he's oblivious like that, but i'm sure if he knew how comfortable kuba was around him he'd cry with joy, but alas, he stays unaware... marek just wishes kuba was less protective of alicja because it ruina their games sometimes.

with amelia -> marek gets along brilliantly with amelia! amelia supplies him with crazy ideas for stories, and marek refines those ideas, writes them down and adds some drawings. amelia is a great creative partner for marek, and a great investigative partner too! marek gets ten times nosier around amelia.

with darek -> like gosia, marek thinks darek is a little bit boring. he's tried to get him to unlock his creative potential, to no avail. he doesn't think darek has any outstanding input om his work, but he is a great person to scheme with thanks to his mischevious nature.

with alicja -> like kuba, alicja is very engaged in the things marek does, and marek adores this! though she doesn't add much to his ideas, she comes up with plenty of her own, which he loves to listen to. marek loves everything she comes up with and is the only person he will share his special stationary with. sometimes he draws stuff just so she has something to colour in.

amelia

with jakub -> jakub is amelia's favourite person to cause chaos with! unlike alicja, whom she has to carefully convince to cause mischeif, jakub just goes with whatever dangerous nonsense she wants to do and she LOVES IT. her lack of impulse control and his lack of common sense leads to some seriously insane scenarios. jakub truly is amelia's funnest sibling!

with zosia -> she sees zosia as a lame, good-two-shoes version of herself. that's right, amelia sees zosia, the lenient sister, as a bit of a stick in the mud, mostly for petty reasons. amelia doesn't dislike her sister by any means, zosia is just as caring to her as she is anyone else, but she just likes winding her up. amelia wants to be the first person to make zosia PROPERLY mad.

with gosia -> though she's a huge nerd who actually LIKES reading, amelia finds gosia really interesting. she loves how invested she gets and how excited she sounds when talking about a topic she finds interesting. whenever amelia gets gosia going on about something she feels like she's unlocked the real gosia. unfortunately it's not all good because gosia doesn't really tolerate her nonsense.

with kuba -> amelia thinks kuba worries way too much for his own good. she tries to get him to chill out on her own, creative ways which only ends in him being more stressed. her idea of what's good for people is vastly different to kuba's, which causes just as much trouble as you'd think. her lack of responsibility has caused a few freak outs....

with marek -> marek is amelia's adventure buddy. she loves how he's able to turn everything into a mystery to be solved, or how he makes the unreal feel real! her favourite thing to do with him is to play detective, though their cases have the habit of becoming conspiracies...

with darek -> darek is an annoying know-it-all who doesn't say anything until it's all messed up and then even then all he'll say is 'told you so!'! amelia finds darek and his uncaring attitude frustrating, however she does find him really useful. he's very cunning and actually willing to help her with her schemes, which they always get away with because amelia's good at lying her way out of things and people are so used to darek doing Nothing he never gets in trouble for doing Something.

with alicja -> amelia is an even worse influence on alicja than jakub is. amelia tends to behave the same way around everyone, which helped alicja develop a more mischevious, fun loving side (which amelia is verg proud of, by the way). amelia will sometimes use alicja to get things, but otherwise she treats her really well.

darek

with jakub ->

[satocidal]

Silly little me being silly hehe

This is very crude and not proof read 💀 pure emotions ✊

Soooooooo not that it matters much but to the 4-5 people who I talk to here and think about sometimes hehe, I’ll be going on a hiatus? I think?

This year is going to be extremely important for my academics so I’ll be focusing on that entirely, so you probably won’t see a lot of me. I hope at least, because if I follow through then I know I can do smn good in life, that’s mostly all. To everyone who’s followed Me, (which btw, thank you for the 1k 😭💀 I didn’t think it would be this underwhelming an announcement but lmao) I don’t think I’ll be publishing a lot of work </3 there might be something here and there? Maybe a couple of long fics if I feel it or 2-3 drabbles somewhere in a month? Idk, nothing is assured lmao-

I won’t delete this blog or archive it or anything such, frankly it’s the only blog I’ve managed for this long so I wanna be here, and try and not turn it into a blank blog- so to everyone who bothers talking to me now 🤭 don’t be shy, I might reply late but I will surely get to everything (or try to!)

I think I’ll pop by Sunday to Sunday? Seems fine or might even be in the mood and annoy you guys three days in a row 💀 but yeah (also I’ve only answered half the asks, I’ll get to the rest later <3 and and and just in case, I’ll be scheduling all my asks to be posted on a specific day together so please please please I’m definitely not ignoring you —unless I am but yes😭if it’s anything important or even in general, dms are open <3)

I may also in the future get discord (to remain in contact if anyone wants to do that sorta thing because my insta is also deactivated) but yeah that’s mostly all I had to say.

All the requests I have, I can’t assure them being written but I’m so glad you guys sent the stuff in- I love you all so much

It’s funny though 🤭 how it’s 24th December and my extreme blues took over me today and it’s also geto’s death anniversary :( my poor baby

But lmao that’s all I had to say<3

Love you guys <333

[cherxyx]

Christmas together

Summary: Just a Christmas Eve night with your family while last minute cooking and decorating.

Warnings: Allowing you to pick so it says partner instead, KIDS, TWIN DAUGHTERS, reader is female with female anatomy, Slight spice at the end, the word pussy.

BTW: Not proof read and I’m trying to get all my Christmas fics out

It’s a chilly December 24th, you and Geto were gathered in your guys warm living room, adorned with twinkling lights and the scent of vanilla. Emma and Verity, your two kids, were putting out the decorations for the Christmas tree.

You and your partner agreed to let them decide the decorations for the tree. Pink, white, blue, and orange were the colors. The tree might not come out color coordinated, but it would be a special moment for your kids. And you get a break from always decorating the tree. “Wanna put the special ones on the tree, love?” your partner asked. “Yea, those ones are expensive”.

Emma was putting up the pink and white decorations while Verity did the orange and blue. Your choice of a partner was hanging up some more decorations around the stairs while you sat down waiting for the oven to go off. Family was coming tomorrow and you decided to hold off until the last minute, again. “Mommy, Verity keeps moving my ornament to put her’s on”, You looked at Verity who was trying hard to not laugh at her sister. “Verity please move the ornament different spot or just put it right next to it”.

As you watched the tree transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors, you couldn’t help to think about your first Christmas with your choice of a partner and the twins. Your partner was the one who was decorating the tree and cooking while you took care of the twins and your body. How bad the tree looked that night.

You laughed out loud thinking about the burnt food and how the tree looked crooked the next morning. “What’s so funny up there?” your choice of partner peeked through the stairway. “Nothing just thinking that year when you burnt the food and messed the tree up”. Your choice of a partner laughed throwing their head back at the thought. “I remember the last minute shopping for the food”.

In the kitchen, the oven went off. “Speaking of food, hopefully this turns out good”. You said getting off the couch heading towards the kitchen. The aroma of a freshly baked Mac n Cheese went through the air. “Smells good” you heard Emma say. “Thank you sweetie, still needs to cook a little more though”.

Your partner of choice made their way upstairs towards you. Hugging you from behind while giving you some neck and back kisses. “Smells really good beautiful” they said giving you more neck kisses. You turned around in their arms to give them some kisses on the lips. “Thank you, Love. I’m trying to get back to my good cooking skills”. You said giving them another kiss.

“Ewwww, look Verity they’re kissing” Emma said standing in the doorway of the Kitchen. “When are they not kissing, Emma” said Verity. “How about this, how about you both go to bed so Santa can come tonight” said your partner while grabbing Emma. You went out the kitchen to grab Verity as well.

“Aw man, we have bedtime on Christmas. What kids get bedtime on Christmas” said Verity. “Kids that still need a full 8 hours of sleep” you said while tucking Verity into bed. “Kids that want to open their presents tomorrow” said your partner tucking Emma to bed. “He sees when your sleeping and knows when your awake” sung your partner again. Not in the best melody or beat.

The two of you said "goodnight" and then left their room. Your lover lifted you up as you were ready to head back to the kitchen and gently dragged their hands to your pussy, saying, "I got an early Christmas present for you." You said, "Ten minutes," as they hurried you to your guys bedroom.

My choice: GETO, Nanami, Ukai (yes just those three)

[nightguide]

The Doctor’s in ‘how to find a fck to give’

(All of them are canon btw past 15, like idc Whovian or not, u got a strong feeling i’m canon in their universe cuz it’s ur reality an u made me up)

First Doctor: (To his daughter) you are my first fck, and i will give them all to you, and to my heart, fuck you.

Second Doctor: i got a fck to give but i gave in my last fck to God

Third Doctor: you got a shit to mess with me, you got nothing (rolls up middle finger like the last fck he gives you is his flesh finger)

Fourth Doctor: i’d be finding all my fcks in everything you do but you don’t give a fck so i’ll try and find a new fck to give in the form of a heartbreakers dildo

Fifth Doctor: all my fcks are not there, i give a shit but you don’t fck me, you don’t fck anyone, you go to hell you goddamn bitch, you goddamn pig, you goddamn fcker, you don’t want me, i don’t want you, you (switches to 6th Doctor)

Sixth Doctor: i got a (regenerates to 7)

Seventh Doctor: you don’t want me i want you, you got nothing, you got nothing, you got nothing, you got fckin nothing (laughs like he’s got a shit to give) you got nothing, you got nothing (regenerates to 8)

Eighth Doctor: of all the times i gave a fck, i actually made one🖕 and you gave it to me🥹

9th Doctor: you’re fucking dead.

10th Doctor: but all my fcks were not there, you were not gonna give a fck but i’d give a fck up my arse, that’s my last fck.

11th Doctor: you give no fcks to me but you don’t live in my fck hole, i got no shit to give, you’re my last dick and i’d rather eat it

12th Doctor: (philosophises a fck)

13th Doctor: I HAVE NO FCKS, I HAVE NO FCKS, I HAVE NO FCKS, I HAVE NO HEART

14th Doctor: you don’t know me at all. Fck off

15th Doctor: all my fcks are everywhere but you can’t find one, lets learn to find one, shall we

16th Doctor: you fcked your own fck that i cannot fcking deal with you anymore

17th Doctor: i was the one who fcking hated my own heart and i hated everyone with it

18th Doctor: i see it, i see it, i see all my fcks in a fcking heartbreaker heartbreaker heart hell heaven whatchamacallit, i got her (looks at past doctors with 🖕🖕🖕)

19th Doctor: your cum is my heartbreaker, that’s the last fck i give before i (dies)

20th Doctor: your broken. You’re dumb. You’re not there (yells at the first fck life gives him)

21st Doctor: you broke my heart, now i break your everything (in the form of fcks)

22nd Doctor: i break my heart to know where my fcks went but as you can see, there is still life for me i can fck around and find out

23rd Doctor: shit. My fcks are bent down and (blows into asshole)

24th Doctor: Your fcks are my fcks and i fck u up u fcking asshole

25th Doctor: you break my clit. Fck you (turns into a woman)

26th Doctor: you made me give a fck and i’ll do it all day long (masters the art of giving a fck)💋🫦

27th Doctor: (becomes the joker) this is where all my fcks go to hell

28th Doctor: *is Cillian Murphy as Raymond Leon* i’m the Holy Fck

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

IMPORTANT NOTE: ⚠️Some my artworks we're locked, and there are only exclusive to my super secret blog, including one from October.⚠️

Title: My Yearend Summary Artwork - 2023

Hello! So ummm... 2023 was a semi-disaster, in my opinion. As if 2022 wasn't good enough my mood, though. 📅😟 At first glance, I was slightly smooth ride in the beginning of 2023, but with bad sightings and throwing toxics at me (not really, IRL), I went into downward spiral... 😞😭 But, I could always get up, dust myself, and once again moved on my life to see what my future install in 2024. 💪 #KeepMovingForward

Nonetheless, let’s go to my “yearend artworks” 2023, and…

BTW: All of these artworks I made are not submitted via my deviantART account without a single one, despite I’m completely changed since 2019.

If you haven’t seen my 2022 version, then please [CLICK ME!].

Anyways, let’s recap of my artwork choice:↓

• JAN: Year of the Rabbit - 2023 [Jan 22nd, 2023] (LOCKED 🔒, and its now exclusive to my super secret blog)

• FEB: Cude & Mayu's Anniversaries [Feb 19th, 2023]

• MAR: The Women's Shield (feat. Windy, Rita, Debby, Riya, Tory & Lisa) [Mar 8th, 2023]

• APR: Hoppy Easter 2023 [Apr 9th, 2023] (LOCKED 🔒, and its now exclusive to my super secret blog)

• MAY: HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY TO THE CREATOR (ME) [May 6th, 2023]

• JUN: Big Cloud Clothing Cuddle with Miya & Sammir [Jun 1st, 2023]

• JUL: HBD Carmenramcat & Cuteness Member - Shadow Ramcat [Jul 17th, 2023]

• AUG: Speedsters in Racesuits (with GT Movie fan license card [per character]) [Aug 20th, 2023]

• SEPT: ○ My Chowder OC - Aace Speedster [Sept 1st, 2023] and ○ Happy Riya Day - 10th Anniversary [Sept 20th, 2023]

• OCT: ⛔ [The image is blurred, its completely exclusive to my super secret blog] ⛔

• NOV: My Kirby OC - PopiKir (Popii Kirby) [Nov 11th, 2023]

• DEC: Christmas Spaghetti Share [Dec 24th, 2023]

Well, that’s all for now. 🎄Merry Christmas☃️ to all & 🥂Happy New Year 🎆!