#i’m literally so over this fucking program. i get that if i leave i’m letting them win or whatever but i’m seriously done with all this

[stinkbeck]

😔 this prof has called on me out of the blue every class, i have answered every one of her fucking questions, i have done all the reading except the second half of one of the novels, and she knocked off my participation grade with no explanation.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Would you write a dark and toxic romance fic?

For instance, Carlos Sainz has a girlfriend. F1 has an influencer program and invites a lingerie model to a race. Carlos is highly attracted to her, basically on his knees for her. She doesn't want to get involved and pushes him away. Carlos can't stop thinking about her and wants her more every time he sees her. He starts to try and seduce the model. She secretly enjoys his touch and pet names, dirty talks and etc., but stops him every time. Under some circumstance they finally fuck, Carlos is obsessed with making her feel pleasure. After that she's avoiding him but all Carlos wants is more of her. She even prohibits the driver from braking up with his gf. Carlos obey but in exchange wants the model to be his friend with benefits

**Not dark sorry**

Lady in Red (1) || CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, oral, cheating WC: 2.7k

One || Two || Three || Four

You tried to resist him, you really did. You could honestly put a hand on your heart and swear you turned down the advances he made but he was persistent. 

“You’re riding with me, hermosa.” You jumped at the Spanish driver's voice in your ear, not realising he had managed to get so close to you without noticing. 

“I’m meant to be in Charles' car,” you replied as your heart rate crept up, like his cleverly hidden hand on your ribs.

“Plans changed, now I get you all to myself.”

Each day you found it harder to fight the urge to give into him. The nights left you tossing in an empty bed as you imagined all the filthy things he had whispered in your ear each time he passed. This promotion with F1 and Ferrari in particular needed to end soon or, so help you, the temptation would be too much.

A clap of hands drew your attention away from Carlos and the professional photographer waved you forward to the red sports car waiting for you. You were accustomed to being the envy of the men around you, you were literally paid to lure them in with your body and the lingerie you paraded. This promotion was no different, only it seemed to be working a little too well on one man in particular - a man who was in a very public relationship. 

“Gorgeous, honey!” Cristiano blew a kiss as he snapped away on his camera, capturing your poses on the hood of the car effortlessly.

It would have been a lie to say you hadn’t noticed Carlos shuffle his way through the lighting staff and makeup artists to get a better view. You noticed, and you played with fire.

Carlos tugged at the collar of his race suit as his body temperature spiked. He had never been so enthralled by a woman before and he couldn’t let you leave without taking a bite of the forbidden fruit. The way you sat on the hood of his car made his blood race and when you leaned back and spread your legs as you looked to the sky, he swore that he had found the altar to worship on his knees for. 

Carlos bit his lip and vowed to take you like that before the campaign was over. He was going to have you, he didn’t care what he had to do to make it happen - there was no price he wouldn’t pay, and everyone had a price.

Cristiano spotted Carlos edging forward, his shadow interfering with the light and snapped his fingers at the man. “You, red man, go to her.”

Carlos didn’t need any encouragement as he strode confidently to his car and looked down at your reclined position with a dark smile. “How do you want me?”

Your lips parted with an answer before you realised he was speaking to Cristiano and snapped your mouth closed but Carlos’ smirk grew. “Do you have something to say, hermosa?”

“I thought this was a lingerie shoot.”

“I can strip down for you, I have no problem with that,” he said as he reached for his collar but you caught his hand to stop him.

“I think your girlfriend would have a problem with that.”

“Then don’t think about my girlfriend.”

“Red man, baby, you’re too stiff. Relax and take a seat,” Cristiano called out, curling a finger for you to stand up. Carlos took your place on the hood and an assistant darted across the track with his helmet. “Okay, honey, turn around and do your thing.”

You inwardly cursed as you faced Carlos and saw your reflection in the tint of his visor, the bright red lace you wore matching his suit perfectly. 

“Do your thing, hermosa,” he dared from the helmet as he lifted his feet to the front bumper and spread his knees for you to step between. 

You told yourself this was just a job, that the chemistry was purely for camera, as you placed your hands on his knees and arched your back before looking over your shoulder. The sound Cristiano made was pure excitement and he snapped a few shots with encouragement to do more. 

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” Carlos groaned as your position thrust your breasts into his line of vision and he all but whimpered when you turned around. 

You didn’t have to fake the pleasure on your face when you leaned back against Carlos and tipped your head back onto his shoulder, looking up under your lashes as you bit your lip. Without needing direction, his hands found your hips and pulled you flush against his body and your hand reached up, slipping beneath the back of his helmet to tug the strands of hair you caught.

“How wet are you, hermosa?” he whispered in your ear. “I bet you are absolutely dripping for me.”

You crossed your legs as naturally as you could in the stiletto heels and felt his chest bounce with a laugh. “Don’t be shy now. We are just getting started.”

His hands burned your skin as they slowly rose up your body and you didn’t dare breathe until they reached the cup of your bra and you pushed away from the car. You were at risk of doing something very stupid if you stayed there a moment longer. “What’s next?” you asked the director, silently begging it to be something solo so you could recover from being so close to Carlos. 

But your wish was ignored.

 “Some hot laps, you’re with Carlos.”

You looked longingly at Stacy who was making her way to Charles’ car but your view was interrupted by Carlos and the arm he threw over your shoulders, turning you to the passenger door. “Ready, cariña​?”

“Carlos…” your words died out as he opened the door and gave you a look that dared you to moan his name again so you silently took your seat.

“Open your legs.”

“No!” you gasped before looking at your lap and seeing the seatbelt was nothing like ones you had worn in the past. This one had a buckle between your thighs. “Oh.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t think about it,” he chuckled as he reached for the metal clasp, a hiss of air escaping your clenched teeth when his knuckles brushed over your panties. “It is humid here, isn’t it? Very moist.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned.

“What? I am talking about the weather. Unless you know of something else that is moist?”

“Please stop saying that word.”

“How about wet? Do you like that? You can tell me what you like, I am a very good listener.”

“I would like you to please focus on driving.”

“Relax, I am good at multitasking.”

“Like having a girlfriend and still trying to get my attention?”

Carlos scoffed before closing the door and walking around to his side. “Cariña, I’m not ‘trying’ anything, I had you the moment you walked in my garage.”

“It’s not going to happen.”

The engine started with a purr and your heart skipped a beat as Carlos smirked to himself. “We’ll see about that.”

Your entire body was trembling by the time the car came to a screeching halt at the start of the track. Adrenaline flooded your body and after the thrilling speeds that Carlos had driven at the world seemed to spin too slow. You wanted that heady feeling again, it was addictive.

Carlos had barely paid attention to the track as the sounds that you made drained his brain of his blood and sent it straight to his dick. He took the turns faster so your shoulders brushed with his and he hit the chicanes harder to see your perfect tits bounce in the barely-there bra.

“Dinner, tonight,” Carlos stated as he turned the car off and reached over to the buckle and pushed it in. The plastic pressed to the juncture of your thighs and a moan escaped before you could suppress it and he grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Carlos knocked at your hotel door right on time and you checked yourself over once more before opening it. After seeing how he had reacted to the red Ferrari & I.D Sarrieri lingerie crossover set at the photoshoot, you found an equally racy dress in the same shade of rouge.

“I thought we were going out?” you asked as you saw a tray balanced in his hand.

The look he gave you was truly devilish as he dragged his eyes down your body and back up to your face. “I prefer to eat in.”

He slipped past you and hooked his shoe on the door, kicking it closed. You stared at his back as he walked deeper into your hotel room before he turned and curled a finger, beckoning you to join him in the dining room.

“Shit,” you murmured to yourself as you took a step towards him without meaning to and thought, I’m in trouble.

Carlos placed the covered tray on the table and pulled out a chair before holding his hand out for you. Against your better judgement, you placed your hand in his and let him pull you closer. His arms curled around your back as your hands settled on his shoulders as he smiled triumphantly.

“I finally have you all to myself, hermosa.”

One hand slipped down your back but you couldn’t find the energy to fight his advances as his palm caressed the swell of your ass. You were just trying to figure out how to make your lungs breathe again when his lips stole what little air you had left.

You curled your body against him as his tongue lashed across you lips and they parted on instinct as you wanted more.

“This dress is killing me,” he groaned as his hand travelled further down until he reached the hem and dragged it up over your hips. Cool air kissed your skin that was completely bare beneath the dress. “Looks like you had plans of your own.”

Your head fell back with a moan as his lips sealed over the racing pulse in your neck. “I didn’t want lines showing on the dress,” you lied, because the fantasy of this moment had crossed your mind. You just hadn’t thought about the possibility of letting it go this far in real life.

You felt his teeth graze your skin as he smiled at the lie and his hands gripped your hips before he lifted you onto the table. “What are you…”

Your words faded out as he dropped into the chair and licked his lips at the sight before him. “Eating in.”

You screwed your eyes shut knowing you were going straight to hell with a Ferrari red A pinned to your dress. You screwed your eyes shut as he kissed your left calf and placed your heel on the arm of his chair before doing the same to the right.

“Cariño,” he murmured between the kisses and bites he trailed up your thighs before he lashed his tongue through your folds. “Hmm, you are so wet for me.”

You reached for his thick, dark hair and combed your fingers through it as you gave into the temptation. You tightened your fingers in the strands and pulled him back to where you needed him most. “Hasn’t anyone told you not to talk with a mouthful?”

“Where are my manners,” he chuckled, his breath scorching on your skin. “Let me make it up to you.”

Your head thumped back on the tabletop as he completely devoured you, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. The chandelier above you was almost as bright as the stars that danced around your vision as the man made a buffet of you. You had never had someone put so much passion into eating your pussy and it showed as your first orgasm quickly built and wracked your body with undulating waves of pleasure that he eagerly lapped at.

“You taste so fucking good, hermosa,” he praised as he lazily traced his fingers along your dripping slit and he rose to his feet. Your mind was in a haze and you smiled dumbly as you looked up at Carlos to see his lips glossy with your come.

“You are a filthy man,” you purred as he swiped his thumb over his bottom lip before licking it clean.

“We’re just getting started,” he teased as he reached over to the tray and lifted the lid. “Strawberry?”

You parted your lips as he dipped the sweet fruit in the tub of chocolate sauce but instead of giving you a taste, he drizzled the chocolate over the swell of your breasts. You didn’t care if it ruined the dress because his lips were on your skin, his fingers pulling the material down to bare your breasts before his tongue swirled around them.

“Fuck, Carlos,” you cried as he sucked your nipple to hard peaks. Your body burned for more, your back arching as your hips rolled in search of friction to ease the ache to be filled. “Fuck me, please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as he reached into his pocket for a condom before unzipping his trousers. You were impatient, squirming on the table as he tore into the foil and rolled the sheath down his hard length. You sat up at the edge of the table and surprised him as you wrapped your hand around his cock, guiding him to your entrance as he watched on hungrily.

“Take it, cariña, take it,” he grunted deeply as he inched himself into your tight cunt until your bodies were pressed to each other. Your legs wrapped around his hips, your nails dug into his back, your teeth buried in his neck and he cried out your name as he snapped his hips forward.

Guilt ate at you as you dressed the next morning. The evidence of what you did was buried under layers of makeup and you swore it couldn’t happen again. Carlos was in a relationship, that should have been enough to stop you.

But he was persistent.

“Stop, someone might see,” you growled as you put your hand on his chest to stop him getting any closer. He had cornered you in a private room of Ferrari’s hospitality while you reapplied concealer to your neck.

“No ones going to come in here,” he chuckled as he easily brushed your hand aside and pulled you against him. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good again?”

“No,” you lied, your body betraying you as your nipples hardened in the thin bralette you had been scheduled to model. “Go.”

“Your lips say one thing but your hips say another,” he teased. “One touch, cariña, one touch and if you’re not wet for me then I’ll go. One. Touch. Deal?”

“No…”

“Why not?” he asked knowingly.

“Because…”

“Yes?”

You looked away from his darkening eyes and clenched your thighs together. “Because I want you to but you have a girlfriend, Carlos. This is wrong.”

“Then I’ll break up with her,” he offered, like it was the most obvious solution in the world, and pulled his phone from his pocket.

“What! No,” you gasped, grabbing the device. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to be the reason, and this was a mistake.”

His hands went back to drawing small circles over your hips and you felt yourself relaxing before you caught yourself and pushed him away. “I’m serious, Carlos, once this promo is finished we aren’t going to see each other again.”

“Then let’s enjoy it while it lasts.” His pout had you sighing in defeat. You had already crossed the line once, did the number of times really matter after that? “I’ll make you another deal, I won’t break up with Rebecca if you have dinner with me again.”

You knew exactly what he meant and exactly what was on the menu but you lied to yourself. “Just dinner,” you clarified as his smirk grew.

“Just dinner.”

Click here for part two.

[midnight-black2]

Ahh this is my first time requesting anything but I need prompt 5 for Farleigh 🙈

Imagine him being cocky for getting a higher score than reader and reader basically putting him in his place. 🫣🫣 (also i’m absolutely obsessed with your writing!!)

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐘

pairing : farleigh start x reader

synopsis : pretty much what the req says

disclaimers : sub!farleigh, dom!reader, public sexual intercourse (idk what this is called), handjob (m!recieving), slightly mean reader, degradation, ruined orgasm, probably more lol

note : thanks for the compliment ! hope you enjoy this '

it was by five points, five fucking points, and all farleigh did was torture you about it.

typically, you scored higher than him, mostly because you just straight up put in more effort. he couldn't care less about studying, he was just a naturally good tester. for this reason, he normally knew his place. but the one time he studied and you didn't, the one goddamn time. he wouldn't let you live it out, all he would ever do was talk about it, teasing you and making fun of you.

"wow Y/N, i think you're falling off," he stated, with a sarcastic, disapproving look. he was leaning over, hovering over your shoulder to get a proper look at your score. you were flabbergasted, you actually got a 95%. farleigh had gotten an 100%. if was quite literally embarrassing. that was when it first happened, but he didn't leave it there, oh no.

"ah-ah, don't you think i should skip ahead of you?" farleigh asked, his annoying voice startling you from your thoughts.

"what?"

"well i got a higher score, those have always been our rules." the thing you hated most was that he was right. it was also stupid because he made the damn rule, and you didn't care about being ahead in the lunch line one way or another. you figured the only reason he had done it was to make victory that much sweeter when he actually did score higher than you. so you stayed silent, letting him sit ahead of you.

and another incident...

"so if anyone here needs tutoring, don't hesitate to ask. our programs are specifically designed to connect students while effectively getting them to learn," mrs. abram spoke, as she handed out tutoring flyers.

farleigh shot you a glance, before mumbling your name, and covering it up with a fake cough. you groaned, with a sigh before frustratedly stuffing the flyer in your bag. he was being insufferable, and there was only so much you could take.

the final (notable) time he teased you, you two were partnered on a history project, the exact class he had excelled on the exam in. of course, just your fucking luck.

as he sat down, he had this complacent smirk on his face that you wanted to slap right off. he set the assignment papers down on the desk, and turned over to face you.

"well, i'm glad we got partnered, yeah? you probably need my help," he said, mockingly.

"jesus christ farleigh it was five fucking points! get over yourself!" there it was, you snapped. it was only a matter of time, though it just so happened to be in the middle of class. farleigh's smirk only grew, as if this was what he had wanted the entire time. the teacher had scolded you for cursing, and almost dismissed you from class. fortunately, you managed to stay, and the whole time you felt the urgent need to snap farleigh in half.

finally, after what felt like days, the class ended. however, instead of heading to the next class, you followed farleigh down the hall, before pushing him inside of some random storage closet. he was about to ask you what you were doing, he was about to leave...until you said something.

"what the fuck, farleigh," you uttered, coldly. he faltered, something in the way you sounded made him feel some sort of way. it was dark, and farleigh couldn't make out much, but if he had to guess, your expression would have been that of a deadpan, glaring into his soul.

"i don't get why you're so mad. i scored higher, and that's final."

"i'm mad because you don't know your fucking place." you spat back, inching closer to him.

"yeah? and what's my place, hm?" he questioned. his voice had an edge to it, but more than that he was genuinely curious.

"beneath me," you answered, no hesitation whatsoever. did you say it because that's what you actually thought? no. were you angry? yes. did you think farleigh would get off to it? also yes--and, he did. he did so much that he was developing a hard-on.

"you sure about that?" he asked, voice wavering.

"your dick is," you replied, gripping his cock in his pants. his knees buckled, and he let out the smallest whimper, that was nearly inaudible. "you're so pathetic, farleigh."

"yeah? well you're still gonna give me a handjob. so pathetic or not at least-" he cut himself off with a moan as you squeezed roughly once again.

"just shut the fuck up for once," you instructed, as you unzipped his fly. you, not-so-gently, took his cock from his boxers. his tip was an angry flushed red, and leaking pre. you chuckled at the sight, and he turned to face away, embarrassed.

you thumbed at his tip, and he whined softly. your fingers formed a circle shape, before sliding up and down at mid-pace. if you didn't want to miss too much of your next class, you'd have to make this quick.

"f-fuck, Y/N," he moaned, bucking his hips up slightly. you placed a hand on his hips to keep them pinned. you sped up your pace just a bit.

"is this what you've been wanting, farleigh? i really don't know how you got an 100% because all you seem to do is think with this stupid cock of yours," you said, as it was your turn to smirk this time. his head tipped back with a strained moan.

"shit, oh my god," he cursed, feeling himself grow close to an orgasm already.

"guess i should've done this a lot sooner, hm? really would've shut you up." your hand became brutal, but god did he like it.

"please," he said, not even sure what he was begging for. it was too much for him.

"please? are you serious? you take what i give you, farleigh." he whined at that, cursing under his breath.

"fuck Y/N, i can't-i...i think im gonna cum," he stammered, as his legs felt light, like they would give out any second. and just like that, you stopped. he whined, as you shoved his cock back in his underwear, and zipped back up his pants. you had left him with a raging boner, and he felt he could cry at that. as you exited the closet, he couldn't help but fear what he had gotten himself into.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[enluv]

love spill !

PAIRING! - rockstar!jay (enha) x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k+

warnings: angst-ish but not really + fluff later !!, reader is stressed/exhausted, profanity, slow burn(?)

coco’s ♡ note: this came from a mini game I answered once and literally could not get over because I need rockstar bf jay so badly, I might make more with this jay too so let me know if you like it or have any rockstar!bf jay thoughts because I will indulge and write them !!! literally adore this jay so much ahhhh!!!

Finally.

Finally some piece and quiet away from the shared apartment you live in with the three younger boys.

Perhaps living with your younger brother and his university friends wasn’t the best idea, especially when you had a ten page journalism report due by three pm the next day.

That’s why you find yourself here on a hot summers day sitting in your favorite cafe, it’s not busy on Fridays and is hidden enough so the boys won’t find you for a while, but they will come looking eventually.

The bell of the cafes door rings to signify it being opened but this report is due tomorrow and you can’t stop to look up, but maybe you should have. Maybe you should have because now as you watch the hot brown liquid seep into your laptops keyboard you become painfully aware of the boy in front of you who’d walked in early wearing the most guilt ridden expression. His words muffled as you watch your screen go black.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so sorry. Wait here let me get something to clean this up.” He’s fumbling with the other drinks in his hand as he tries to reach for napkins to clean the spill he’s made.

Where else would you go really? Right now you’re just waiting for the ground to swallow you whole. Had the program even saved the other three pages you’d written? Was your hard work gone just like that? Would your professor even believe you if you told him what happened? Even if it sounded straight out of a movie?

“Just leave it, I’ll clean it myself. Please leave.”

He stills at your words, no malice or emotions within them just exhaustion. The tone of your voice makes his heart ache, and he swears to himself that he’s going to make up for this for the rest of his life.

“I’m sorry for this really, I need to leave because I have a schedule to get to but I promise I’ll make this up to you. Can I have your number?”

Your stare makes him feel small, then he realizes how his question sounds after a minute passes between you two.

“Wait I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not asking you out. Not saying I wouldn’t ask you out but I’m not doing that right now! I just need it so I can text you to pay you back, or I can pay to get your laptop fixed. I’ll send you the money or even if you want buy you a new one.”

Jay can’t tell what you’re thinking but somehow he’s walking out of the cafe with your phone number and an assortment of drinks for his members. Dreading having to explain to them just what happened in the cafe.

unknown (2:46pm):

uh hey this is jay, I’m the one who dropped my coffee on your laptop, really sorry about that by the way!! um i want to give you these so I can say sorry again in person because my mom always said to apologize face to face or you don’t mean it and also that way we can figure out the laptop money thing together.

unknown (2:47pm):

four attachments sent

just stop by tomorrow and have some fun and then after I’ll come find you and we can talk!! what’s your name by the way?

you (3:12pm):

it’s y/n. thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.

“I cannot believe some random dude gave you tickets to see downfall, like this show has been sold out for months and I mean months, talking eight months and he just gave up four tickets to see them? He must be loaded! Tell him you want a new computer and game console, I want the newest version.”

Jungwon’s excited rambles bring a smile to your face, sure just yesterday you’d cried almost all the water out your body until Jungwon had called your professor and explained in detail (along with sticking the phone in your room so he could hear your cries) the situation, but he’d also somehow gotten you an extension on your paper for the next week. He seriously deserved the random concert tickets the stranger, Jay, had sent you.

Receiving them was odd but he’d convinced you with the promise of fixing your laptop and that’s honestly all that mattered, so if you had to sit through a three hour long show next to some stranger who spilled coffee on your laptop then so be it because you’d be getting it fixed no matter what.

Except instead of said random stranger sitting next to you, an actual random stranger stood beside you excitedly yapping with her friends and the random stranger you had expected was perched on stage with a guitar in hand, microphone stationed in front of him like it belonged to him, and soon enough you’d realize from the crowds hollers that it did belong to him.

“ARE YOU READY FOR TONIGHT?” He’s met with screams all around the arena.

“That’s what I like to hear, alright let’s go.”

The shock of who Jay was really didn’t cease even after the show had ended and the four of you began to walk out the packed venue, it doesn’t really go away until a large man comes to escort you backstage.

“Hey buddy I think you have the wrong people, we’re just here still because my sisters waiting for someone.” Jungwon’s voice breaks you out of your shock and the man nods as if he knew what he was going to say.

“Yeah he’s backstage, just follow me.”

Jay fidgets with the bag he has in his hands, earlier he’d dragged the boys along with him to pick you out a new laptop and even threw in a new case and holder for it. He really wanted to get the image of your exhausted eyes out of his mind, he wanted to see you happy and healthy.

“Y/N you didn’t tell us the guy who spilled coffee on you was one of the members of downfall,” the voice he hears is failing to whisper as you get closer.

“Are we about to meet one of the members? What if it’s just like a staff or something like why would an actual member be getting their coffee and oh my god that’s the lead singer Jay.”

He laughs shyly at the boy who’s mouth is now wide open pointing excitedly at him, but he quickly shuts up as he spots you. You look so pretty, completely different from when he’d last saw you drenched in coffee and exhaustion all over your face. Right now you looked content and really really pretty.

“Hey Y/N, I know I said I’d give you the money to fix your laptop but I thought you should just have a completely brand new one, I’m really sorry for spilling my coffee on yours, I’m sure you were busy and needed it, I hope you can use this new one well,” his breath hitches as he holds out the bag to you and your fingers touch briefly, “and I hope you liked the show, I see your friends did.” He sends a wave their way and laughs when they all excitedly wave back.

A smile begins to develop on your cheeks and his heart races. This is exactly how he’d like to see you, happy and smiling.

Later that night as you pull out the new laptop determined to finish your nearly complete paper, a small card flutters out with it that reads —

“I wrote this to say not only sorry again, but to also ask if you’d like to go out with me sometime? and I mean it this time, as in I am actually asking you out unlike last time when I, you know accidentally asked you out unintentionally, this time I promise it’s intentional. Please let me make up the god awful first meeting we had, I promise it’ll be worthwhile. You have my number so if you want to then just shoot me a text but if not then that’s fine with me too! – Jay”

A smile forms on your face as you set down the card and get to working on your essay, the answer to Jay’s proposition already clear in your mind. Yes.

coco’s love note: i am so terribly down bad for jay it’s crazy. he’s so just perfect like I adore him so much!! and I’m the biggest rockstar!jay enthusiast like I just had to write something about it, plus I think it’s so adorable how he’s clumsy in this fic but a crazy rager on stage & only mc gets to see both sides of him fully! I hope you enjoyed this fic! As always, feedback & reblogs are appreciated! Thank you for reading <3

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[ohtobeleah]

no but don't imagine being jake's personal trainer (bonus if he looks like the pics that you've reblogged where he's in the gym ahem 👀) and you wanna go home already and he wants to do one more rep so you tease him and seduce him until he's a whiny mess in the (mercifully empty) gym and then tell him that he can't get any until you get home

i think the heat in my cheeks can power my whole block BYE

WHO PERSONALLY ATTACKED ME WOTH THIS ONE ☝️ WHO.

Like you (on fucking purpose) bend over in front of him to put his weights away, giving him a fully fledged semi at the sight of your ass in those tights. Jake thinks he knows what’s going on. But he isn’t 100% convinced until he’s literally the last one left in the hanger turned gym and you’re watching him from the empty bench beside his.

“You can go if you want—“

“Can’t leave unqualified persons in the gym after hours, I can’t go home till you do.”

“And you wanna go home?”

“Doesn’t have to be mine—“ That’s just the start of it, the light bulb moment that leads to you grinding down on Jake in a heated make out session that sees him rocking a chronic hard on and letting whimpers escape into your mouth as your tongues dance together.

“Fuck I need to be inside you—“ Jakes groaning as you suck the pulse-point on his neck and that’s when you strike after seducing him. ”Please, I need to be inside you.”

“Not until I’m home, then you can fuck me as hard as you like Lieutenant.” You smirk, bring your bottom lip as you pull back, still grinding down on Jake’s clothed length as his hands work to squeeze your ass. “And I work hard to program your strength program.” You tease, walking your fingers down his chest slowly. “So if you don’t break my back Seresin I know I’ve failed.”

“Jesus Christ.”

[bat-anon]

AAAAA TADC LIVEPOST!!!

LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOO

THE WAY THE INTRO GOES FROM EARLY 2000S COMPUTER GRAPHICS TO THE 3D ANIMATION IS SO GOOD!

Caine! My good buddy Caine! And it’s the opening sequence from the trailer too

BUBBLE CAN TALK?!?! IS THAT ALLOWED?!

I love Caine’s animation! I love the way he talks and his body language

AN OPENING THEME INTRODUCTION FOR THE CAST

Kinger’s little pillow fort I can’t 😭 Someone please comfort this man

The animators knew EXACTLY what they were doing with Jax!! I feel so called out like damn okay!!!

What do they mean “*Disclaimer: Kaufmo the Clown did not show up today.”? How can someone “not show up” in the Circus when Caine can literally teleport the performers to his location and they can’t leave? What’s really going on here?? 🤨🧐

It still feels illegal that Bubble can talk

The VA has a pleasant singing voice tho. Definitely confirms that they’re performing for some invisible audience in some Truman Show style

Love the lyrics here. “Day after day after day after day after day we fly!” really drives home the fact that they are stuck here doing the same things over and over for seemingly eternity.

I’m literally not even a minute in (only at 0:48) because I have so many thoughts and excitement that I have to keep pausing

POMNIIIIII MY GIRL POMNI

WHY IS THE FLOWER POT GLITCHING OUT OF THE FLOOR SO FUNNY ACBNFRJKGD

The music slowing down and dying as Pomni knocks them down like dominos god this show really is comedy gold

Gangle’s mask! I’m so sorry bestie!

Oh god it’s like that meme of everyone at a party judging you I’m-

Is it just me or is Michael Kovach’s performance different than in the trailer? Of course it could just be because Jax is annoyed right now

“Caine, is this one of your NPC’s or is this a new sucker?” AVLGDXV Pomni must take one of the “I am not a robot” test. Also do they get NPCs??? Is Jax referring to other AI or actual NPCs???

She IS trying to remove a VR headset!

Pomni rn:

“You just need to get your head together” Ragatha this is not the time

THE SWEARS ARE CENSORED! ANOTHER ONE FOR THE BINGO CARD!

Caine: THIS IS A PG PROGRAM!

Do you think the censor thing applies to swear words in other languages too?

“You, my friend, stumbled into an incredible world of wonders! Where anything can happen!… E-except for swearing.” I love you Caine.

AFJKJRED I THINK I CAN ACTUALLY MAKE OUT MOST OF THE CURSES POMNI USES OH MY GOD

Yeah don’t be a dick Jax

“Did someone say something about an insect collection?” What? Insect collection? What is Kinger talking about?

Oh so this is where the dream thing kicks in. I wonder how long that’s gonna last until Pomni realizes that it’s real

Do you want me to kill Jax for you Gangle? Because I’ll kill him if you ask it’ll be on sight

THE DIAL UP OUUUUUG HIS CANE SPINNING IN THE BACKGROUND

Yo they got minigolf? Nice

I really hope we get episodes of the cast going to these locations and doing sitcomass things there

THE VOID

The moon talks?!

THE MOON WANTS TO FUCK CAINE?!

Oh GOD what did she throw up?

OH GOD BUBBLE STOP DON’T EAT THAT

EVEN CAINE AGREES WITH ME

TEAR THE BITCH APART!

Caine’s reaction to Pomni mentioning the door is sus…

I like that Caine let’s everyone choose their name idk I like how chill he is with regards to their mental/emotional autonomy

“I said that like five minutes ago” Shhh he has computer lag

“Don’t worry Zooble. I’ll make it something unobtrusive that you can still choose to not get involved with!” See, another example of how Caine wants to respect his performers feelings! I love this guy!

What’s a Gloink? Are they the stars?

THEY ARE THE STARS I WAS RIGHT

Humanoid hash- Caine, do you know what a hash brown is??

THEY STOLE ZOOBLE

Gangle’s reaction… they took her spouse in the divorce…

YO are we actually going to meet Kaufmo? Alright let me see the betting table who has money on him actually being voiced by Jack Black

JAX CAN BREAK THE FOURTH WALL ANDKHRJRJRJ

HA, get BONKED BOY!

It’s actually super interesting to me how Jax seems almost as tired of doing this stuff as Zooble.

She has her own room! :D

Ragatha mental breakdown moment 👁️👄👁️

He has a doorbell. Why is that so funny to me?

… something bad is about to happen

I hate Jax I’m gonna shut him up with my LIPS (I know I have terrible taste YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!)

KAUFMO IS THE BLACK GOOP MONSTER WE WERE RIGHT!!!

Wait. Enhance.

Was that the door for another human that turned into a monster like Kaufmo? Is that why their icon is x-ed out?

OH GOD

OH MY GOD HE’S GOING TO KILL HER

OH GOD WHY ARE THEY ALL GLITCHING

Did Kaufmo cause that hole?

Probably not I guess

“We’re not very good at this, are we?” You’re the dream team to me 🫶

Don’t you DARE tell her what happened

Unrelated but I just noticed the reflection in Gangle’s tears! That’s really cool!

So Jax didn’t just throw the bowling ball at them just to be a jerk, but to get all of the out of there as soon as possible without telling them what happened to Kaufmo? Inch resting

THE BOWLING JOKE HAS LANDED! I REPEAT, THE BOWLING JOKE HAS LANDED!

OH MY GLORB WHAT IS THAT THING? IT LOOKS LIKE THE SAND WORM FROM BEETLEJUICE!

I like that Pomni is doing her best to help Ragatha even though she’s super freaked out. It’s really sweet to me.

IT SPEAKS!

Are you TRYING to get the party eaten Jax? Because that is how you get the party eaten.

AKDNHWHWG THE LOSER OF THE ROCK PAPER SCISSORS BEING THE ONE WHO HAS TO STAY WITH JAX I CAN’T

Can we get an ‘F’ in the chat for Zooble?

Oh no now everything’s glitching out

THE MONKEYS!🙌

What IS the deal with this random door??

“Well, b-but, uh- yet you’re still watching it!” AKDNHSHSB the way the Gloink Queen doesn’t deny it.

OH SHIT! The cinematography of Kaufmo landing on the Gloink Queen is SUPER COOL!

“Oh thank god you’re okay! You didn’t experience a game show in there did you?” ALDKDK a reference to my favorite gag in Gooseworx’s animations!

So Pomni DID work here as a human! And I see the head set on her desk! That warning triangle was definitely there for a reason… I wonder why Pomni put it on at work? Was it her last day and she went “fuck it”? Did her company make/acquire the rights to the game and assigned testing it to her?

C&A REMEMBER C&A THAT’S DEFINITELY IMPORTANT

THE VOID

HAVE I COMPLIMENTED THE SOUND DESIGN AND SOUNDTRACK YET BECAUSE THE SOUNDTRACK AND SOUND DESIGN ARE REALLY REALLY GREAT

Woah where is this restaurant? This looks like a nice place to eat! Also I know this is late but what’s with all the mannequins? Are they the NPCs Jax mentioned earlier? I hope we get an episode of the characters in this restaurant because this setting is dope!

“Oh Bubble, you always know how to make me say this exact sentence.” Agnkjrea have I mentioned that this show is comedy gold? Because it is comedy gold.

THE WACKY WATCH AND THE AD HOUUUGH

I hope they make those as merch that

Pomni’s about to SNAP

Wait, Caine tried to make them an exit because he knew they wanted one even if he missed what they meant? That’s actually super wholesome I love him even more now!

I thought there was blood on Bubble’s knife at first but I now see that it’s just reflecting the colors around it

THE ORCHESTRAL RENDITION OF THE OPENING THEME THAT STARTS PIANO PIANO THAT SLOWLY CRESCENDOS YES

In conclusion: EVERYONE WATCH THIS SHOW AND CHECK OUT @gooseworx’s OTHER STUFF NOW IF YOU’LL EXCUSE ME I’LL BE SPAMMING MY FOLLOWERS WITH THIS SHOW AND RAIDING THE ONLINE STORE!!!

[apathetic-dry-rot]

Wilting Nerium- Chapter 4: Kill Bill

CW: Mental Breakdown/Panic Attack, Marijuana Usage, Gun Purchasing.

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the content in this fanfic or game in real life!

Lawrence Oleander belongs to Gatobob

NOW PLAYING: Kill Bill- SZA

It was a slow day at the reserve, our last three stags all accounted for, their does and fawns following behind them. Milo’s mate had passed on due to grief, the pair unable to have conceived any offspring before Milo’s death.

Most of our visitors were traveling families, or weathered retired folk who wanted the silence of nature. There was the occasional school field trip, too, but I never really stayed around for those unless absolutely necessary, I stuck to monitoring the animals.

It was 4:50 in the afternoon, and I was packing up the last of my things when the bell on the visitor’s center’s front desk chimed. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

I just wanna go the fuck home, come on, are you serious right now?

“One second!”

I took a deep breath before walking out to the desk, putting on my best customer service smile. This was usually Lola’s job, but she was sick, so I had to cover for her.

“Thank you for visiting the St. Lawrence River Nature Sanctuary, what can I help you with today?”

I took in the appearances of the two girls in front of me.

One had her hair in a braid, falling over her right shoulder, with a yellow tank top that brought out the yellow highlights in her baby blue eyes, while the other girl’s matching blonde hair was falling loose around her shoulder, rectangular glasses perched on her nose, and a loose short-sleeved blue flannel hung on her slim frame.

Probably twins.

The braided one smiled at me kindly, her eyes scrunching up.

“Hi! Um, my sister Laurel and I were wanting to enroll in the volunteer program? We tried to come in yesterday but you guys were already closed.”

“Uh, yeah sure, um…”

I began hunting for the applications, Lola’s organizational skills being questionable at best.

After a few moments, and ruffling through a multitude of drawers, I pulled out the applications and a sign-in sheet.

“In, uh, In addition to the applications, I’m gon- ‘scuse me, gonna need your names on this sign-in sheet so the actual front desk person knows you stopped in today, I’m covering her position.”

The one with glasses- Laurel, nodded, while the braided one spoke up again, reaching for the sign-in sheet.

“Oh, yeah no problem!”

She scribbled something down, passed it to her sister, who did more of a scrawl, before passing it back to me. I set the sheet down on the desk, wiping my hands together awkwardly.

“So, um, when you guys are done, just, uh, just ring the bell and I’ll come get the applications.”

I gave them my name, and told them to holler if they needed anything, not missing the way their eyes lit up with recognition, looking between themselves and back at me with a look of heavy sympathy.

No, not sympathy, it was pity. Fuck. Here comes the spiel.

“You’re the one from the news, right?”

I cleared my throat, nodding, having my response ready.

I don’t remember anything after leaving the Jackalope until I woke up in the woods.

“Um… yeah. Yeah, that’d be me.”

I let out a half-hearted awkward chuckle, shifting back and forth on my feet.

The pair looked at each other again, then back at me.

“And you really don’t remember anything?”

I cleared my throat, scratching at my scalp impulsively.

“I mean, I remember blacking out in an alley after some guy swung at me, and I remember pain… a lot of it. But other than that, no. Not a thing. Woke up in the woods tied to a tree and left for dead.”

They looked at me with varied degrees of horror on their faces, Laurel speaking up in a hushed tone.

“So, the cops literally can’t do anything?”

I shook my head no, watching as their expressions fell into shock and disbelief.

“That’s such bullshit! It’s incredibly unfair, shouldn’t they at least be trying to find anything?”

I shrugged noncommittally.

“All they were able to do was I-D the guy that swung on me, but they were never able to track him down, so they gave up.”

“Oh my god, that’s awful.”

I shrugged, indifferent.

“That’s the way the police system is. Nothing I can really do about it.”

Lie.

The girls exchanged sympathy with me before finishing their applications and leaving with enthusiastic goodbyes.

I went back to grab my bag, stopping at the front desk to organize Lily and Laurel’s papers before I locked up. The papers crinkled in my hands and I froze at the names on the papers, my breath catching in my throat.

Lily and Laurel Oleander.

The venture home was a haze, people blurring together and time feeling nonexistent as I meandered through the streets to my flat, locking the door behind me as the dust settled. I leaned back into the door with a heavy sigh, sinking to the floor and curling into a ball. The sun was setting as I sat there for what felt like ages, my eyes unfocused and hot tears slowly dripping down the apples of my cheeks and off my chin.

I didn’t move until it was almost completely dark, standing up on trembling legs and opening a small drawer in my desk where I kept a sparse collection of pre-rolled joints that I had made shortly after the party, reaching in and grabbing a random one and a green lighter, sinking onto my bed and lifting the joint to my lips and lighting the end.

I just want it all to stop. The thoughts, the fear, the anxiety, everything.

After a few minutes of smoking, time seemed to fuzz in a more positive way as my brain was enveloped in a dream-like haze.

After the joint was done I grabbed my keys and wallet, and once again left my apartment into the near empty streets.

Winter seemed like a blessing, the people clear out earlier, when the sun goes away.

I wandered for a bit, finding myself in a slightly more populated area of the town where some stores and antique shops were nestled in a sort of strip mall.

I’d kill for a burrito right about now.

Hungrily, my eyes scanned the area, a scarce amount of food trucks remaining. I zeroed in on my target- a random Mexican truck.

Fucking bingo.

A few short minutes, and $12.79 later, I found myself on a bench with the most mouth-watering, greasy, divine burrito I’d ever laid eyes on in my hand. I took a bite and nearly moaned, grease from the ground beef and sour cream falling onto my face.

This is the best burrito I’ve ever had in my entire fucking life.

It felt like nearly instantly that I had scarfed the tiny piece of heaven down and wiped my face clean, the weed haze dimming slightly, as I took another look at my surroundings. There was only one store that was left open that caught my eye.

Tom’s Gun and Pawn Shoppe.

I slammed the door to my apartment shut, hinges crying as I walked over to my desk, setting down my personal belongings and the brown paper bag onto the faux wooden surface. Plopping into the chair, I sighed, rubbing my face before holding my hand on my mouth, staring at the bag in front of me. Slowly, and as if on their own, my hands reached in and wrapped around the two items inside, the box in my right hand making a small jingle sort of clinking noise as I moved it around and held the two items in my hands. I paid no mind to the box and dropped it gently onto the desk before cradling the other, significantly more important item, in my hands as I contemplated if what I was doing was even considered to be in sound mind.

A Beretta 96.

Word Count: 1323

[incorrecttowerofgodquotes]

Gundam: The Witch From Mercury Season 2 Episode 2 Review

- There’s so much to talk about

- First, let’s start with the people I hate so I don’t have to think about them any more. Shaddiq and his loser harem. I fucking hate Shaddiq so much. This dickhead just got innocent kids killed and traumatized so many others for what? To be the new Grassley President? And all of his girls just follow his lead. Fucking brownnoses. The real question is why did he kidnap his father instead of just killing him? Is it because he’s scared if he does kill him, he won’t be the stated heir?

- Poor Nika. Her backstory was pretty sad. She just wants to live a happy life, and she wants others to have the same thing. However right when she was about to solidify her love for her friends, Shaddiq’s number one simp, Henoa, stopped her and probably kidnapped her. And now with Nika being branded a terrorist, and Earth House being arrested, she won’t be able to explain the situation and they’ll think the worst of her.

- The Jeturk curse hits once again with Lauda almost fucking dying. Dude literally just wants to avenge his brother and father and he’s getting fucked by the narrative. Meanwhile, Felsi seems to be feeling outcast since Petra has a crush on Lauda, and thus the two are leaving her behind. At the end of the day, the Jeturk house seems to be a family, all working to support each other.

- Chuchu was too powerful so life had to nerf her by giving her PTSD. She was about to go on a killing spree, but she snapped out of it when she realized that people needed to be saved. It shows just how kind she is under her big attitude. Even if she doesn’t like Spacians, she doesn’t want them to die, and she’ll prioritize their rescue over revenge. But now she’ll have to deal with the fact that her “big sister” was labeled a terrorist

- El5n once again being the ultimate babygirl. However we also get to see past his happy facade. He’s someone who desperately wants to live. He refuses to use his Permet because he sees no use in wasting his life. And his mention of El4n indicates that the two knew each other? Were they close? And how will El5n bond with Norea as the show is putting those two together. Finally, why did El5n become the body double when he knows the Permet will kill him? He says it’s because he wants to live, but wouldn’t becoming a Gundam pilot just kill him faster? I’m so interested in his story.

- Norea and Sophie. One wants revenge against the Spacians who destroyed her world, and one just wants what everyone else does. A nice home and warm meals and a happy family. But they’re Gundam pilots which means they’ll die before they’ll ever see their goals realized. They want so desperately to be happy but their circumstances means they can’t. And poor Sophie dies, and all Norea can do is mourn her and move on. But what will Norea do now? She seems set in her ways on destroying Spacians, but maybe El5n can break her from that curse. Maybe there can be a happy ending?

- Finally, the moment I’ve been waiting for. The reveal that Eri is the Aerial and Suletta is just a clone/second daughter. Eri’s conscience has been locked into the Aerial and when it goes Permet 6, she fully takes over. The side story implies Eri knows what’s going on and agreed with her mother, so will she be the true big bad? Or is she going to ultimately side with her little sister and protect her? How lonely she must be locked in a robot, never being able to love a normal life. And is there more? Cause once you get one kid in the suit, it’s not too hard to put more in there.

- Suletta almost broke out of her programming. She realized her mom put her in a suit of war and that she took a man’s life with its hands. She realized that her “siblings”, Sophie and Norea, were cursed. But then the brainwashing takes over. Aerial tells her that everything will be okay. Aerial doesn’t want her to feel guilt so it says that Suletta did no wrong. And Suletta, who wants to believe her mom is good, takes the bait and reconditions herself. Only Suletta can break herself free, but she needs support in Miorine and her friends.

- But where do we go from here? The school’s been attacked and people have died. What small basis GUND-ARM was gaining has been torn apart. Gundams are evil again. And maybe this pressure will make Miorine crack and finally take up Quiet Zero. And then no more wars and everyone will be happy! Yay!

[are-my-ocs-ta]

AITA for leaving my husband and mom behind for ten years to rescue my baby siblings?

I (29M, 19 at the time) am the eldest prince of the fairy kingdom, but I’m not the crown prince because my powers are really weird and I’ve almost killed myself or my loved ones multiple times. My little sister E (17F, 7 at the time) is the Crown Princess, and our littlest brother A (16M, 6 at the time) have stable powers. The theory as to why my powers are so messed up is that my mom (50F) was a commoner and that might have messed me up, but I don’t believe it. She does though, for some stupid reason, so she stepped down as Queen and allowed my dad to marry a new woman, M, who’s the mom of my younger siblings. I don’t want to reveal my powers because my mom had a lot of enemies and if they learned that I was this fucked up they could use that as leverage to destroy all the social programs and stuff my mom built.

I have a husband, S (29M, 19 at the time) who also has stable powers and is absolutely perfect and better at this shit than I am. There was a festival in the capital, and since I never make public appearances and by extension he never does, we can go out and have fun. We dressed up E and A in disguises and took them with us, but we got separated from them and when we found them again they were being kidnapped by vampires. I told S to take E and A and run, and I tried to hold them off, but they took down S and ended up taking all three of them. I managed to find S, he was struggling so much they thought he was more trouble than he was worth, but he was really weak and they had poisoned him aggressively with some iron poison and they’d completely torn his wings apart so he couldn’t fly. I took him home and left him there, because I knew they’d take care of him, and I went off to go find E and A.

Apparently while I was looking for them, E managed to escape and end up back home, but A had complete amnesia and ended up becoming a servant to the worst of the vampires so she’d let E go. Anyway I tried to rescue him a couple of times, but since he had amnesia he didn’t even recognize me and now he and all his new friends have been calling me the rat man.

Anyway eventually after they figured out that A was a fairy and not just a normal human the Vampire Prince took A into his service instead and secretly contacted E to let her know that he’d be willing to return him to them because apparently they genuinely didn’t know that vampires had kidnapped the Prince and Princess. I joined E after she showed up and even though I looked like a fucking mess she recognized me instantly and smacked me before explaining to everyone who I was and she took both of us home. But while we were in the carriage, A’s boss ended up trying to stage a coup and tried to kill everyone in the Vampire palace and A insisted on going back because he’s DATING A VAMPIRE NOW??? (I’m sorry I’ll never be over that) and we all went back and teamed up with his boyfriend’s sister to take people out and his boyfriend’s sister was presumed dead but she managed to get out and track us all the way to the palace.

Anyway, I came home with A and E and I really expected at least some kind of welcome back before everyone started screaming at me but my mom immediately started fussing over A (which is fair) but when I asked her if she missed me she just went like “don’t talk to me so I’m mad at you” and then my husband showed up and fucking backhanded me the moment he saw me and apparently the iron poison they used to try and subdue him poisoned his bone marrow to the point that they can’t heal and he’s literally only walking now thanks to the wood nymphs, who all hate me because one time I almost accidentally caused a forest fire, making him fancy prosthetics.

So anyway AITA for ditching them for ten years? I get they’re pissed, but it was my fault that A and E got taken in the first place and that S is in the situation he’s in, I needed to save them!

[sinisterexaggerator]

Little life update teehee

The school district in Austin, TX screwed me over. If I can’t find another job before August 1, fuck it — I’m going to try my luck in Seattle/PNW, job or not. I’m sure I’ll find something to pay the bills until I make it into the library there.

Long story short, dumb ass who hired me didn’t know what credentials I still needed when I investigated and thought all I needed was to take a test and hand them my transcripts. TX Education Agency says in order to be allowed to take the library media exam I need ANOTHER two years of course work in a school librarian prep program like I did for Region 13 for SPED and that right there cost 12,000 dollars when I’m barely finished with my MLIS. Somehow, my teaching experience, master’s, endorsements, and 2 years at the library in Florida isn’t good enough. Worst thing though, I relocated to Austin banking on this. I feel like I should be compensated for this fuckery. Who hires someone without knowing for sure if they are 💯 qualified and leaves it up to the employee in a case like that? I’m not a fucking school district. You tell ME what I have to do — and before I sign a prehire agreement, how about that!? I thought I had everything I needed, but they should have been there to tell me no, you are not qualified - please do this first instead of saying yeah, come to Austin, we’ll get you in somehow. No, obviously you can’t. UGH.

Got an air bnb until the end of the month. Not even gonna bother looking for an apartment at this point. I applied to places like UT, ACC, and APL but 🤷🏻‍♀️. Also if the last person I lived with would have let me take my damn time looking for a job like I asked, finish school first, and not stress out about this, well, I’d still have a job in Orlando atm but I was rushed out because “you were going to move eventually, anyway.” Yeah, maybe in six months or so. Maybe in a year. But noooo, I had to leave to have his “friend” move in by August, when guess what — they didn’t even wind up moving in because they lost their job.

I just hope I don’t fucking run lot of money before I get something else lined up. I refuse to teach again. I refuse to pay 12,000 for 9 more classes. Why the fuck do they make everything so HARD FOR TEACHERS AND NOW LIBRARIANS!! There is LITERALLY A SHORTAGE. Gee, I wonder why?!!? 😡🤬😡🤬🤬

Guess i'll keep applying to every job I see. Oh, and my period decided to come early - a week early - so that's fun, and before that I was SICK and had a FEVER while packing for the move! Not to mention before THAT I didn't even get to see the Hondo animatronic like I wanted to because Disney can't get their shit together and he was already broken for a week straight by the time we arrived.

Of course, can't get help from anyone either. My parents are dead, I have little family, and even though I have savings no one wants to rent an apartment ( even if you can pay for six months up front ) because you don't have proof of income?!?! How do people even move?! Ugh. And my bf's parents are dicks and won't even help us cosign. They are in the middle of selling/building a new house for the 10th time because his mother is bat shit crazy, so we don't even have a room to crash in worst case. We could sleep on a futon in his brother's living room, but fuck that.

I really just want to go to Portland, or Seattle, or Vancouver, Spain, California, fuck. Idk.

I wish I wasn't bleeding like a God damn wounded animal and the cramps don't help. I should be doing things - productive things - but all I want to do is watch reels on Instagram.

Oh— and one more thing. My boyfriend works from home normally and he can’t do his job because the air bnb failed to list that the internet is SPOTTY AF. It cuts out all the time and I am definitely leaving 3 stars.

[originemesis]

@micsmasmuses cont. from xxx

“Rebound? That doesn’t sound fun Adam that sounds really depressing” he makes a face as he explains it. Hit it and quit it? Doesn’t that get lonely? He’s not going to ask him that considering Adam would probably with make fun of him or something about his dick. He doesn’t want to hear about that again. Now he just keeps confusing him, how is that a normal thing? Shaking his head he can only sigh in response. “We’re not going to LA I can tell you that, but let me guess you’re sneaking down there with that girl you’re always with? She like your girlfriend or something?” He asks trying not to feel jealous. He really shouldn’t be he made these choices a long time ago despite not really wanting to. He had more fun with the other male during their time in the garden than with his ex wife. But with him now in front of him and that itchy trigger finger at his jaw he lets him go once Adam makes a move.

He watches him take it off, curiously tilting his head he wonders how much of him changed over the years but those thoughts stop the moment he sees why didn’t want to take off the mask. He frowns disappointed with himself, he thought he was just being an asshole as always about it. But noting the freckles he remembers those, he missed those. But then he can’t help himself as his hand gently caresses over his cheek, concern over his features as his thumb runs gently under his tired eyes, feeling the dampness. “I… Adam sweetheart…” he says softly, he hates he’s too much of a man to tell him about this stuff. Can’t humans be open with their feelings? But he gets it if he doesn’t want to talk about it. “I can leave, we don’t have to do this. I’m sorry I know I can be demanding I just didn’t know… if I’m the last person you want to see I can go.”

"Yeah, and? You're really depressing. Total mood murder. Doesn't stop me." Clearly. Depression was just a conspiracy theory anyway- yet another made up lie from the hell spawns. They certainly loved their made up words, so it wasn't any wonder that their overlord (or was it under5ftlord-) did too.

"Ohh? No LA? And just where the hell did you plan on going to find all the fun weirdos filming their little tik-toks in the streets, then? You want some nice little quiet dinner date at Subway then choke down a foot long in the parking lot? " Scoffing, he'd riled himself up fairly well before the removing of his mask. So it only made the bristled ends of his dour demeanor a little more sharp now that he was suddenly exposed.

"She's not-..." He started, a grumble in his chest like swallowed gravel. A shake of his head helped prop the bent angle of chestnut hair a little higher- hardly different than a rooster about to raise an alarm, though his tone seemed too weighed down to the task now that he didn't have his voice projector helping him with the effort needed to be an insufferable fuck. "-she's my lieutenant, dude. Y'know...angelic army branch? The exorcists?? Ring any bells?" The dimmed face of the mask hanging by his side had its signature shit eating smile on stand by, but he merely swung it lightly by the horn still, unable to manifest the manic mood quite literally programmed into the thing.

He'd reached up halfway through his monotone rambling, aiming to grind the ball of his palm at the corner of an eye- as if the pressure in doing so might liven up the forgotten nerves, but the first fallen beat him to it, though a thumb tracing the dark coloration of deep tear troughs was hardly stimulating enough to spark a flash of much else other than a glassy stare and eventually a slow blink.

"She's busy uh...fucking some mid dude tonight or something. Said she might-" A pause punctuated the recollection, and the next words to fall were what caused the flatline of his gaze to stir with something- a thin layer of something, and it was damp. "-not come back. So-" He shook his head to try and free his chin from the careful grasp, though the effort was about as strong as a fledgling facing a hurricane. "I kinda don't want to be here to see if... y'know- she doesn't." He'd already had to watch two of them do that already. And now dude here was about to head out too- he opened his mouth, teeth flashing white and surprisingly flat, but grazing sharper words that invited a quaver to his voice just to handle them properly.

"-the fuck's wrong with me anyway, dude?"

[restforthe-burdenedsoul]

Financial venting/ranting/complaining ahead

I’m so tired of this.

We re-did our budgets and the only thing we have left to cut out is date nights/friend hangs. Because I can’t cut out therapy totally. And we can’t cut out melodys training. It’s been too positive of a change.

In the meantime, I still can’t afford to see any doctors or schedule my adhd assessment. I don’t know where the money goes. The only thing I see when I break down our spending is going out to eat. Like, 100$ a month. And we can’t anymore.

All my friends live hours away, can’t go see them anymore either. It’s too much in gas and they won’t make the drive to me. So I guess I don’t have friends again haha.

Just never gonna leave my house again apparently. If we get to have a house. Because right now it’s looking like we can’t afford the rent increase. We can’t afford to save for a down payment even with the assistance programs.

And I just want to give up. What did i do wrong in life to end up here? Why does having a bachelor degree make me no money? Why can’t my job give us raises so we can fucking afford to have our own place and eat. Because even groceries are getting to be too expensive. We’ve cut back a lot on what we eat. I like to cook a little fancy/multiple ingredients.

Tonight is just chicken rice and beans. We did pasta with chicken the other night. I’m trying to use up the rest of the pasta we have right now but that’s really all we’ve been eating. Which I’m thankful for. I’m just aggravated. We’re in our mid 30s and have nothing to show for it.

We are inviting M’s friend/ex over on Saturday (her wife can’t join us until like, end of May and we need to let our apartment know about our least by mid May) to ask her if we can live with them for a few months.

I hate this. I hate that as two adults with full time jobs, we have to move in with another couple to afford to have something over our heads. The plus side is that it’ll allow us to save and hopefully I will find a higher paying job in Orlando.

I’m sick to my stomach with this move. I’m so scared I won’t find a job. And we’ll have moved away from my steady job. I can’t commute from her house. It’s two hours away from my schools.

I could potentially live with my parents during the week tho. They’re the same distance, possibly closer, to my schools. But that would leave M living with his ex without me during the week.

I think we are at a good place emotionally with all that but living with her and her wife is a whole different ball game and I’m not a fan. But the other option is to renew the lease- not be able to afford anything extra (therapy, dog training. And of course the stuff we can’t afford now) and never get ahead. Like literally just never get ahead. We can’t save anything right now. We could never save for a house down payment like that. And we can’t afford the rent out there. And I can’t get a job out there without having a place secured. My car is not reliable enough right now for that kind of commute.

I just wanna crawl into a hole and never come back out. We shouldn’t be pay check to paycheck. I shouldn’t have to cancel doctor appointments and therapy appointments becsyse we can’t afford it.

I just spent 250$ for my eye exam and lenses. I don’t think I can afford to buy contacts after that. Even tho I did the contact exam too. I haven’t had the extra funds for contacts in over two years. Granted, I do prioritize things over the contacts but it shouldn’t have to be contacts or date night, contacts or melodys training, contacts or Groceries. I’m sick of it.

[that-pissed-off-tolkien-blogger]

Okay so here’s the work update

So, I believe I posted that I got my appendix out earlier this year. That was a whole fiasco with me being in the hospital twice and missing a bit over a week of work. When I came back from work, no one had told me I needed to get doctor clearance to be back even though the person I would have sent it to WATCHED ME LEAVE WORK AT LUNCH FOR EMERGENCY SURGERY! This bitch would continue to be a fucking problem. Anyway, so work made me use all of my leave even though I was like “no don’t pay me I need my leave for something else.”

Fast forward to me putting in my leave for that something else, my study abroad in Scotland. It was roughly a two week study abroad, but I said fuck it I’m gonna stay in London a few extra days after, I deserve it - not that I told work that. I put my leave in and turns out someone is already off at the same time. In my request I put “for mandatory study abroad class”, implying I didn’t have a choice and this leave was happening no matter what. I get an email from that same dumb cunt as before saying “we can’t let you take this, someone is already out then and it’s too long.” I email back with “as per my initial time off request, this is for a mandatory study abroad for a Master’s Program and I have no control over the duration or the time” - corporate speak for “can you fucking read?” So a huff and a fuss later and they allow it because it’s a school thing, but in the meeting about it I am told to my face, in slightly round about words, that if I am off for anything other than illness or something unexpected like a death in the family, I will be fired.

Now, this would not be a problem except for the fact that prior to even being hired at this place my dad had booked and paid for most of the family to go on a cruise - literally everything was paid for including airfare and excursions and it came to around $40k which is basically my entire fucking salary after taxes. So, no way was I going to miss that - ironically I ended up sick and missing half the cruise anyway but that’s a story for later.

Anyway, now I basically have a death sentence over my head. But I keep chugging along with the plan to quit while I’m in Scotland. That’s when work starts getting worse. I was taking three classes at the time, which for a Master’s Program is pretty much full time. I am also working full time and I’m doing catch up work for school after being hospitalized and incapacitated for the second half of the first week of school and the first half of the second week, so two weeks for all intents and purposes. I’m also healing from surgery so I should be resting. Nope, I’m constantly running on 2-4hrs of sleep, which is not healthy normally and an absolutely terrible idea if you’re supposed to be healing.

I’d been doing a bit of homework at work at this time, but mostly saving it for lunch and then the odd small thing during large gaps between patients. Because of the lack of time and pressure I started working on homework all the time between patients. Note, another one of my coworkers was also in school for some kind of a nursing license (LPN, RN idk). So what happens, you ask? Well, I start getting scolded by the head nurse for doing homework. MEANWHILE she and the other nurse were FUCKING HELPING THE OTHER GIRL WITH HER CLASSWORK IN FRONT OF PATIENTS. Double standard much? I didn’t give a fuck so I kept doing homework but the “you better not be doing homework back there” and “are you doing homework” got old real fucking fast.

The end of my semester was in sight so I was under the gun in school and dealing with going in every day to a work environment where I was being treated poorly by the people I worked closest with - FYI the docs? Yeah they were all onboard with me doing homework at work and would say things like “you have to get it done whenever you can”. So finally, I said fuck it. There’s no way I can finish all of what I need to read and do before the end of the semester and go to work if at work during my fucking downtime I can’t do homework - and by downtime I do mean I had done everything in the office I could including restocking and cleaning like I made fucking sure that everything work related that could get done was done. And then one morning I got dressed for work, drove to my mother’s and then quit via email, shut my phone off, and went to sleep on her sofa.

Anyway that’s if. If anyone has questions or needs elaboration on something lmk. Anon is always on.

[orbitswritings]

This isn’t really an avatar x reader fic (yet) which is why i’m not tagging any characters. its more like a scenario/backstory for the reader, one that I may like to build other drabbles off of later. it probably feels really contrived but let me know what you think. -orbits

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On Pandora, a small human trial colony has been created.

During development of this project, quality and comfort for the future inhabitants wasn’t even on the list as a priority. The entire goal was to take a piece of Pandora’s land and quickly turn it into what was essentially a base without any features for the goals of research.

The population of this homely hub consists of people who don’t have a background in science or anything else comparable to the assets by other landings. It’s people whose lives were so poor on Earth, whether through a criminal record or a lack of money and assets, that this risk was seen as their only chance for anything better than the hell back home. They are guinea pigs for how a clump of regular civilians could function on Pandora.

It was shaped like a wheel, the housing complex within the middle and the spokes of the hallways radiating outward.

The protection for the inhabitants consists of a metal fence with inconsistent electricity as well as rickety crawler-robots about the size of a dog, hobbling around the perimeter. For as low quality as it sounds, it had kept the natives and whatever else out. Maybe their destitute look is what kept them safe, making Pandora unable to perceive even these sky demons as anything of a threat.

Its shoddy and already, wear and rust is starting to appear from barely a year of use.

Small cubbies with doors are meant to serve people as their households.

Your ‘cubby’ is decorated by a rug, some photos and prints back home that you managed to slip into the tiny amount of luggage you were allowed.

For the batteries you traded him fruit, a real delicacy on the base because practically everything else was just chalk in various forms.

The built in ceiling lights are like the electric fence in that they’re unreliable. Often only barely give off a dull glow, so you have to rely on a lantern that runs solely on batteries. Most of the stuff on the base was solar powered, but lucky you managed to score one of the few things that weren’t.

Even better, those specific batteries are held in bulk by a man down your hall, who was acted like the Godfather when it came to trading for those beloved batteries.

Unfortunately, to get the fruit required you to step outside the safety zone, which was literally just a toe outside the doors. Even the outside within the fence was considered dangerous, which everyone knew deeply about due to the paperwork that had to be signed prior to being slept, packaged, and shipped off.

It was why people never left the indoors, instead finding new and exciting ways to kill time off the rest of their duration here (which was forever until something eventually blew out leaving you all fucked).

Everyone, except you.

Slowly feeding a human low levels of Pandora’s air helped to gradually increase the immunity to it. Prior to what people lovingly referred to as ‘being tubed,’ your height, weight, and whatever other notable physical factors, would be taken down and fed into a program. The computers would then automatically calculate your exact dosages spanning over the five years in stasis.

Going outside was easy. A few clicks and a signature on the digital screen and the sealed doors opened.

Through intense research efforts and experimentation, scientists had figured out how to get humans to breathe naturally on Pandora; exposure therapy.

It was always nice to just enjoy something without having to suffer the agony and various other failings that the ‘testers’ most likely went through in order for something to exist.

Still, it wasn’t perfect. It was told to keep in mind that your tolerance to Pandora’s air is like stamina, and that an intense amount of cardio or just extremely prolonged exposure to the air outside the filtered base could lead to tiring out your lungs, causing struggle to breathe normally. It was recommended to keep a mask on hand just in case whenever you were outside.

So, that was simple enough to follow. It was the ‘not getting killed’ part that was tricky.

[gwydionmisha]

Personal: Well Fuck!  Disability Edition

Wednesday, I was so exhausted in was lungs and straight tro bed after, once I got the Millennial home.  Thursday, I realized iI had four errands, one of them being take an ILL back I'd been futzing around with after finishing that was now due.  I do NOT want to piss of ILL department.  It had been beautiful and sunny, but had gone a little dim while I was finishing up with it.  Somehow between me standing up to start gathering gear and suiting up to go then leaving, it went from cats watching birds in open windows with mild evening overcast to pissing down so hard I got soaked in the short hobble from overhang to car.  Very PNW, really, but it is usually not quite this abrupt at this time of year.  I hadn't grabbed a coat because it had been warm literally minutes ago.

The book got back.  I got my meds from poverty pharmacy.  I burned the rest of both OTCs before they flipped over, which required two stores, since the OTC chain pharmacy does not sell tomatoes or the kind of cheese i wanted in my dinner.  It was fine. I did the stuff I didn't do and got the TUMBLR programming up to date.  I went to bed at a decent time.  

3-4 hours later forage delivery woke me, and it was the sub, so instead of doing the easiest thing for everyone, which is drop them off on the patio (No contact.  No doors for them instead of two, plus no waiting around, samish distance.  I can pull the boxes in and sort them sitting down, but they'd have to know to check delivery instructions.  The people who normally do the route know where to park, etc.), so I can have time to dress and get my legs working properly, they were locked out of the front door and needing letting in, likely straining to hold the boxes, while I dressed and tried to make it out to let them in.  My legs weren't working, and I kept having to flop on the bed and grab furniture and door jams.  The pain was excruciating.  I was shaking from effort and pain by the time I hobbled out on my crutch to get them.

so know I'm standing in yet more pain, and bending over which is a thing difficult and painful and apt to fuck with my breathing in the kitchen instead of sitting down to pull out perishables.  They might as well have just handed me my breakfast cookie and the meat tube, nuts, and bag of cheese for Squirrel and saved the hauling.  

Everything in my box except the breakfast cookie and apples needs a minimum of an hour prep plus a lot of extra ingredients to turn into food, not counting peanut butter which I can't eat.  The protein is tofu which is about an hour of prep for marinade one day and 1-2 hours on the second day plus a ton of extra ingredients and the foreknowledge to know which if any two days in a row I can handle that much standing.  I used to be a whiz at tofu.  These days I just give it away and buy pre-seasoned because I physically can't manage it anymore.  Nothing except the cookie, apples, and the dried government figs (I can't digest figs either.  I love them, but can't eat them) could be eaten alone.

Squirrel's box wasn't much better, but at least he got three edible things that could be made quickly, though with extra ingredients.

They know these boxes are going to elderly and disabled people.  This set was only slightly above the level of the time when they sent us 45 radishes for Thanksgiving because surely that's what we needed instead of... almost anything else.

I know, I know, they haven't much money and everybody got their EBT cut dramatically while food prices are sky rocketing.  I just keep thinking about how in the second year of the pandemic they kept sending these exhausting, illogical boxes while giving the able bodied people healthy frozen homemade soup they made in the kitchen there that you could just thaw out and eat....  None for the elderly and disabled of course.  

They are changing the policy so it's forage or forage delivery, not you can come in and look if you are well enough to go, but you have usually something from the box if you can't.  There has been hardly anything at in person forage since the pandemic started, but you can usually get milk and about half the time there is bread.  Once in a while one lucks out, like we did Wednesday and I got six cans of coconut water and some lettuce.  forage box often has useful things like impossible meat or Indian ready meals and random useful things.  It's more reliable, but it too is a roulette wheel.  I need to stay on delivery even if I were up to once a week as that's where Squirrel gets his meat and nuts and things, and the boxes are still a better gamble than the in person.  Sigh.

so I made phone calls I needed to make before trying to go back to bed.  I fell through the cracks on a medical thing and will have to start from scratch with the new Doctor in April.  I tried to get through to the rheum's billing department to find out why they are billing me instead of medicare.  No live humans, so I left a message.  No answer, so I have to start again Monday and hope it can get solved fast because they want this money first week of April.

I was so angry about all of it that I couldn't get back to sleep for four hours.

Then a guy with children screaming in the background woke me up to try to get me to move out of my apartment.  I gave him the do not call list schpeel.  This shit is starting all over again.  Fuck!  At the height of it pre-pandemic, I'd get multiple mailers and calls trying to get me to move a week.  I am very much hoping to leave here feet first.  I wish there was some way to convey that which would end the harassment.  They upped my block numbers to 25 from 20.  Finally, but I need most of that for the police and fire scammers, plus the time shares and identity theft regulars.  Oh and that asshole from the fake cancer charity who likes to call on weekends or as early as 7AM.  The fake police charity down in Seattle got two more auto-dialers this year.  I do not have enough block slots for every realtor in town.

The call seven thirtyish in the evening from a friend was totally reasonable, but I was in crap shape and ended up going back to sleep after.  I ended yup watching an espionage show until the are you all right message from Netflix came up.  I did manage to eat and lung and take care of cats before the body spasms started and that ate most of the rest of the night.  Fun!  It's 7:41AM on Saturday and I achieved next to nothing.

[indestructibleheart]

Fic Origin Story

Tagged by @doublel27 and my most beloved @stereopticons ❤️

What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

Okay, you’re going to laugh... but I’m pretty sure it was Twilight? The fandom I got really, really deep into was Glee. I’m not proud of that, but here we are lol.

What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?

My first story EVER? Oh boy. I was probably around seven or eight. My elementary school had this program called ‘Pinky’s Press’ (our mascot was a flamingo named Pinky), where we could write and illustrate stories, and they’d bound them into these little books. I was literally in the second grade, so it was probably something like “This is Lollipop. He is a unicorn. He eats apples.” (That wasn’t my story - fuck if I remember what I wrote about, but that’s, like, the gist of where I was probably at developmentally. 😂) My mom probably has the stuff I wrote for Pinky’s Press in a box somewhere, tbh. I don’t know how many I did, but I know I participated a lot lmao. 

My first fic was definitely in the Twilight fandom. It was on FF.net, and I couldn’t tell you what it was about, but I do remember I had a whole series.

What’s a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?

It doesn't have to all be angst. It's FINE to let your characters be happy. Please get some therapy. Also, you're queer.

^ This was Julie’s answer and... Honestly? SAME.

What’s an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?

Honestly, I think the feedback that I got back in the day and the friends that I made through fandom back in high school (a few of whom I still have some contact with!) played a huge role in my continuing to write. Having people tell me they enjoyed my silly little works kept me going, especially back then. Hell, it may have something to do with why I pursued a career in writing.

tldr; Comments and kudos matter, folks. Leave them.

Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

I could not do that even if I wanted to. I have no idea what my FF.net username was. I am wracking my brain, but... I got nothin. However, here’s something that I’d really like to finish:

Whatever he’s saying dies in his mouth when the door to the café opens and a man he now recognizes slips through. By now, David has memorized the lines of his face; he knows the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and how his honey-brown eyes catch the light. He’s already traced his gaze over the slight curl to his hair in those pictures — thought about how it’d probably create full-on ringlets if he gave it the chance to grow. He knows how nice he looks in a suit… but he doesn’t know his name. Just the sight of him fills the empty crater in David’s chest, but he doesn’t know his name. 

“Ohmygod, David,” Alexis says, reaching across the table to slap his arm before looking back over her shoulder. “That’s him! That’s the button!”

He flaps his hands. “Shh!” David demands. “I fucking see him, Alexis.”

tagging: @lilythesilly, @blackandwhiteandrose​, @maxbegone​, @dinnfameron​, and anyone else who wants to share!