#if the website would be easier lmk :)

[tunastime]

Wait, I just saw in the tags you have the soup recipe... May we see it? I low-key live off of soup, and this sounds very good 👀

-🍂

OF COURSE YOU CAN SEE IT

Ingredients:

1 medium onion (chopped)

1 can (4 oz/~113 g chopped) mushroom

2 tbsp (~30 g) butter

3 c (600 g) water

2 c (400 g) chicken broth

3/4 c (6 oz/~170 g) wild rice

2 c (400 g) cooked turkey

1 c (200 g) heavy cream

salt/pepper/parsley to taste

Directions:

In a saucepan, sauté onion and mushroom in butter until onion is clear. Add in water, broth, and rice with seasoning; bring to a boil. Reduce and simmer for 20-25 minutes until rice is tender. Stir in turkey and heavy cream until heated. Add your spices whenever (but I do it last!)

i've made it once before and i think it lends itself well to additions like potatoes, or chicken instead of turkey. my family does turkey during the holidays so it's perfect for anything leftover!

but you gotta get something to dip in the soup too (ty ghost for always telling me that). i suggest bread (as usual) <3

[ageofwagner]

Clone a Jake

pairing: Jake Kiszka x fem!reader

summary: Jake surprises Y/N with a special gift to keep her fulfilled while he's away on tour.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! oral m & f receiving, sir kink (kinda), explicit language, slight overstimulation, use of sex toys, slight degradation, bad grammar. (lmk if I missed anything!)

word count: 5.2k+

a/n: hey guys! I've had this idea for too long and I just had to write it for all my Jake girlies (gn) <3 since this is the first one I’ve done, any feedback is greatly appreciated! also, let's not talk about the research I had to do about cock molds <3

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The beginning of the Starcatcher World Tour was just a couple weeks away and while Jake was eager to get back on stage and do what he loves most, he was torn about having to leave his love behind once again. Though Y/n has been there by his side since the beginning, it never got easier having to part ways when he had to leave for months at a time while touring the world.

Y/n was always supportive of Jake and the rest of the band, who she considers to be just like her own family; she joins them on the road when she can, though it isn't nearly as often as they had hoped. While the two are together, they are inseparable in every sense of the word, it's as if their souls were designed from the same stardust; a perfect match.

The nature of their relationship came with its fair share of obstacles, between the differences in time zones and long days, it was difficult, yet the two of them always found time for each other. Communication, while long distance, was an obstacle that could be easily overcome, but the one thing that Jake felt he couldn't remedy was the physical aspect of their relationship.

It was no secret that Y/n and Jake were usually all over each other, often times Sam would make a point of loudly gagging at their PDA wherever they went. It's safe to say that, while apart, the lack of intimacy was something they both hated. There were always other ways for them to recreate some semblance of intimacy, and relieve each other despite the distance, but it never came close to the real thing. Suggestive texts and late-night facetime calls got the job done but the lack of physical touch was hard, and Jake hated leaving his girl alone and unfulfilled. The two of them were no strangers to experimenting with toys in the bedroom, but Y/n had always insisted that it could never match the feeling of him stretching her, no matter what she tried while he was away.

Jake kept mulling over the idea of how he could keep his girl satisfied while on the road, knowing how much she loves the feeling of him filling her up. Keeping what Y/n had said in mind, Jake thought of the possibility for him to create a personalized dildo for her to use while he was gone, that way she could still be full of him no matter where he is. He did some research, seeing how he could pull it off, and quickly discovered there are several kits available for you to customize your own sex toy. Selecting the first website, he laughs at the title 'Clone-a-Willy' He finds exactly what he was looking for, adding the item to his cart and selecting the fastest shipping option available, eager to give it to his girl.

~

Jake anxiously waited for the package to arrive and hoped that Y/n wouldn't accidentally open it thinking it was one of hers, or ask him what it was. Thankfully, the package arrived while Jake was home alone; he didn't have much time so he quickly opened the package, read the instructions, and began mixing the molding powder with water. He ignored the initial feeling of embarrassment before prompting himself to get hard, just thinking about Y/n using a replica of his cock had him rock hard within minutes. He filled up the cylinder with the molding mixture and carefully inserted his cock, holding it there for two minutes. After removing his member from the mold, and piecing the remnants of his dignity back together, Jake got to work mixing the silicone and skin color powder before pouring the mixture into the mold. Finally, he carefully inserted the vibrator which he had added as a little something extra to make his girl feel good. The dildo needed to sit for 24 hours so Jake decided to hide it in the back of the closet in his office until then.

The next day Jake was eager to check on the mold, he had less than two weeks left with his girlfriend before he had to hit the road again and he wanted to test it out on his girl before leaving. He carefully peeled the mold away and found that it turned out perfectly, much to his relief. While attempting to ignore how bizarre it was that he was holding a silicone replica of his cock, he hoped that his girl would love it almost as much as she loved the real thing. Jake couldn't keep the secret much longer, so with a crooked smile on his face he pulls out his phone and sends a quick text to Y/n, cluing her into the gift he got for while he's away on tour.

~

To say that Y/n was intrigued by this was an understatement. She knew that they had less than two weeks before he would be leaving for a few months, and though she always insisted that he didn't need to get her anything, Jake loved planning small moments together and would surprise her with things like these more than usual in the months leading up to a world tour. Y/n stared at the clock urging the minutes to go by faster, it seemed like hours before it finally hit 6:00 and she eagerly made her way to her car, shooting Jake a quick text letting him know she was on her way home.

Y/n walked through the front door to find that there were lit candles throughout their home, a vinyl quietly playing from the living room, and the smell of Jake's homemade pasta that she always said she loved so much. She smiled to herself while kicking off her shoes and padding through the house to find Jake with his back turned to her, quietly singing along to one of her favourite songs, this man really does not miss any detail she thought. She slowly crept behind him wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing his shoulder causing him to jump at the unexpected contact. She giggles at him "Hi honey" she says sweetly, he turns around and melts into her embrace, gently cupping her cheek before placing a kiss in her lips, "Hi" he smiles, turning back around to finish the dinner he made for them.

Y/n moves to stand beside him, studying him carefully "So..." she begins, he raises an eyebrow at her urging her to continue, "What's the occasion?" he smirks at her "Who said there had to be an occasion? I just wanted to spoil my girl" he says, winking. She feels her face heat up, despite being together for 7 years, Jake still made her blush like a school girl with a crush for the first time.

~

After finishing dinner and a bottle of wine, Jake popped open a second, topping up their glasses as they moved to the living room, lit up solely by candles, the soft hum of a new vinyl playing in the background. He moves to sit next to Y/n on the couch and she turns to face him, perching an arm on the back of the couch, resting her hand on her palm as she looks at Jake, noticing he seemed to be lost in thought.

Jake finds himself suddenly apprehensive about the whole idea, how was he supposed to bring up the surprise? Would she hate it or think it was stupid? What if she took it the wrong way? What if- "Hey, did you hear me?" he blinks a few times, not realizing he spaced out, "Sorry" he chuckles. She inches closer resting her hand on his knee, "Is everything okay love?" he meets her gaze, sighing "Yeah, it's just" he pauses trying to find the right words "I got you something, the surprise I mentioned earlier, and I'm worried you won't like it" he looks at her nervously. "This," she gestures to the dining room and candles "Wasn't the surprise?" he laughs "Of course there's more, I'd give you the world if I could. You know that" She leaned forward, tightly clasping his hand in her own, "First, you didn't have to get me anything" she gently scolds "and second, whatever it is, I'm sure I'll love it, especially since you put so much thought behind all of this" she assures him "It's a bit unconventional" he admits making her laugh softly "I've never been one for what's conventional" she smiles "C'mon Jake, you won't scare me away" he studies her for a minute before standing, collecting their wine glasses and placing them on the table, he extends his hand for her to take, "right this way then" he winks, all nerves temporarily dissipating her her reassurance as he leads her to their shared bedroom.

~

Y/n stands by the edge of the bed, waiting for Jake to make the first move. As if he could read her mind, he steps closer moving her hair from her neck and tucking it behind her ear as he leans in to trail kisses from her jaw down her neck, grazing his teeth and biting gently before kissing over it again. He pulls away to see her biting her lip, and he makes a noise of disapproval, "You know the rules" he scolds, leaning in, he takes her bottom lip between his own, biting softly. "I want to hear every noise that comes out of that pretty mouth of yours, understand?" he pulls away, waiting for her confirmation, "Yes sir" he smirks at her already seemingly fucked out state, the lust clear in her eyes "good girl"

Jake slowly moves them backward until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, she lays back as he slots himself between her legs, taking his time biting and kissing from her neck down to her navel at an agonizingly slow pace.

She whines at his teasing, squirming under his touch as he places a kiss on her clothed heat, making his way up her body and taking her lips in a searing kiss. He drags his tongue across her lips asking for entrance and quickly takes control as she wraps her legs around his waist, fumbling to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt. As she pops open the last button he pulls away, both breathing heavily, she looks up at him, a mixture of confusion and frustration painted across her face as he gets off the bed.

He turns to face her with a smug look on his face, "you ready for your surprise?" she huffs at him "I just want you." she moves off the bed, standing inches in front of him before whispering in his ear in a sultry voice, "can the surprise be your cock?" she takes his earlobe between her teeth, pulling slightly. "I've been a good girl, sir" his breath hitches as he leans in, their lips barely brushing before he orders "Go lay down, I'll be right back" leaving her with a light smack on the ass.

Jake makes his way to his office to retrieve the gift from its hiding place, feeling reassured by her desperation for him, maybe she would love the gift after all. He walks back into their bedroom to find his girl in nothing but one of his shirts, groaning at the sight of her with her legs spread just enough to see she had removed her underwear as well.

He sits on the edge of the bed gesturing for her to join him, she bites her lip in anticipation as Jake pulls out a black gift bag "Close your eyes" she does as he asks with a giddy smile on her face "now give me your hand" he takes her extended hand, directing it towards him so she can hold the bag, "use your other hand and slowly reach into the bag" she can feel her pulse quicken, hesitating slightly before carefully sticking her hand into the bag.

As she pushes past the tissue paper she feels something long and firm, wrapping her hands around it she feels ridges on it, wait it almost feels like-"What does it feel like?" she heard him whisper as she continued to examine the item; she trailed her fingers up to the top and instantly knew what it was. But why did he get us another one? They already had a collection of various toys to experiment with. "I don't-" she cut herself off, trying to organize her thoughts "Jake, you didn't have to get me another, we already have" he started fidgeting with his hands, worried that she didn't like the gift.

Trying to keep his nerves down he instructs, "Keep your eyes closed for a minute and focus on what it feels like" she obliges, furrowing her eyebrows in concentration as she examines the item with her hands. She pulled the dildo out of the bag, wrapping both hands around it, trailing her fingers underneath the length of it she gasped quietly. Jake held his breath in anticipation as she repeated the motion, feeling his cock twitch at the sight of his girl stroking a replica of him.

Y/n knew what it was as soon as she felt the underside of the dildo, it felt exactly like Jake's, it was unmistakable; she had always loved running her tongue along the underside of his cock, the prominent vein that would throb as she gave him head. Her mind was swirling with questions as she repeated the motion, Jake's eyes were glued to her every movement, only tearing them away when she began to speak again, "I don't underst- how did you...is this you?" she stutters out, unable to sort the thoughts racing through her mind.

"Open your eyes" She opened them, her gaze immediately falling to her hands, examining the personalized toy carefully, "how did you do this? It looks and feels so real" he shot her a smile, "I'll answer all your questions later, right now I'd like to test it out, just to make sure it works"

Y/n looks at him with a smirk on her face, "So you're telling me I now have two of my favourite cock, to use however I'd like?" hearing her say that made his cock twitch yet again "anything you want. Tonight is all about you."

She sat up straighter, thrumming her finger on her chin, feigning contemplation, "strip," she demanded, though it sounded like more of a question; Y/n was rarely in charge as they both loved when Jake was in control in the bedroom. He smirked at her as he stood, slowly slipping the already unbuttoned shirt from his body, letting it fall to the floor as he moved to undo his belt. She felt her wetness pooling between her thighs as she focused on his hands sliding his pants down and stepping out of them.

She quickly slid from the bed and perched on her knees, already working to remove his boxers when he grabs both her wrists, scolding, "Babe tonight is supposed to be all about you" She sat back on her heels as she looked up at him "so we'll do anything I want, right?" he nods in confirmation, she inches forward pulling his boxers the rest of the way down before looking up at him through her lashes.

"Good because I really want you to choke me with your cock" Jake's gaze darkened as he called out her name in a warning tone "It's what I want" she replies sweetly. Jake's demeanor shifted "Then you know what to do, ask nicely" She grinned up at him in victory, "Can I please suck your cock, sir?" he smirks "Such a good girl, go ahead."

Y/n wasted no time wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, she pumped him a few times before running her thumb over his reddened tip, collecting his precum. She looked up to find him staring intently at her as she put her thumb in her mouth, making a show of slowly licking it clean, "no teasing" Jake gritted out between clenched teeth. She pumped him a few more times while holding eye contact, challenging him.

Leaning closer, she licked a bold stripe on the underside of his cock from base to tip, coaxing a shuddered breath from him. Unable to wait any longer, she took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip as Jake moved her hair out of her face, holding it in a makeshift ponytail while Y/n worked to fit his length down her throat, inch by inch. He made sure not to hold back his moans, knowing how much it turned his girl on when he let her know how good she made him feel.

His head fell back, a deep moan coming from his throat as Y/n took him all the way down and swallowed around his length, trying not to gag. She took a second to adjust, focusing on breathing through her nose as she moved back, almost releasing him from her mouth before deepthroating him again. Jake tightened his grip on her hair, holding her against his base, groaning as he felt her swallow around him again, gagging.

He released his hold allowing her to breathe before she took his full length down her throat once again, a surprised moan falling from Jake's lips as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. He quickly understood what she wanted, adjusting his grip on her hair, he moved to thrust his hips into her, "Does my little slut like it when I fuck her throat, hm?" She let out a broken moan in response, the vibrations making Jake's cock twitch in her mouth, causing him to abruptly pull out.

Y/n took a few deep breaths as she glared at him "I wasn't done" he smiles at her as he extends a hand to help her up, "As much as I would love to cum in that pretty mouth of yours, I'd much rather cum in your pretty pussy" Y/n could feel her face heat at his comment, subtly trying to relieve some tension by rubbing her thighs together. Jake noticed her movements, a cocky smile on his face as he taunted, "I bet that pussy is weeping for me, isn't she?"

Pulling the shirt she stole from Jake over her head, she climbed on the bed, propping herself against the pillows and spreading her legs, "Wanna find out?" Jake stood there admiring her, his eyes exploring her body as he joined her on the bed, "that's my girl" he stated proudly, slotting himself between her spread legs.

Leaning in, he trailed kisses down her neck, biting harshly just above her collarbone and placing a kiss overtop the forming bruise. He continued until he reached her chest, taking time to pay extra attention to each of her nipples, sucking them into his mouth, biting slightly as she tangled her fingers in his hair, moaning his name. Jake continued kissing and caressing his way down her body at the same agonizing pace, he shifted lower down the bed so his face was hovering directly above where she needed him most.

Looking up at her with a teasing smile, he blew cool air on her soaked core, making her squirm. Her voice was dripping with desperation as she moaned his name, wiggling her hips toward him, begging him to relieve the building tension. Jake would normally punish her for using his real name instead of 'sir' but tonight he loved hearing her so desperate for his touch in the way she begs for him and how her body responds to his slightest touch.

Desperate to taste her, he licks a bold stripe from her entrance to her clit, swirling his tongue around the bud before sucking it into his mouth. Y/n let out a breathy moan, reaching her hand down to lace her fingers in his hair, pulling him deeper into her core. Jake moaned at the sting, the vibrations causing her to squeal and clamp her legs closed around his head. He pulled away, slapping her thigh, "Spread your legs and keep them open, I'm not done tasting you" She spread her legs wider giving him the opportunity to spit on her pussy, watching it run down to her entrance as he dove back in, collecting as much of her wetness as he could on his tongue, shaking his head side to side making Y/n scream out his name, tightening the hold on his hair.

Jake began rutting his hips into the bed, trying to find some relief for his aching cock. The taste of her combined with the noises she was making was almost too much for him, but he was determined to make his girl cum at least twice before he would allow himself to.

He could tell she was getting close as she began frantically grinding her hips into his face and tugging his hair harder while he devoured her. He flexed his tongue, teasing her entrance before sliding his tongue fully inside her. She arched her back repeating his name like a mantra as he continued to fuck her with his tongue, moving his hand to rub circles into her clit.

She whimpered "Fuck Jake, I'm so close" he hummed in response, speeding up his motions as she bucked her hips more frantically into his face until her orgasm finally came crashing through her. The force of the orgasm had her legs trembling as Jake continued to lap her up until she attempted to close her legs, signaling her overstimulation. He pulled away with a cheeky smile on his face, glistening with her release.

Eager to get him closer, she pulled him up crashing her lips into his, moaning at the taste of herself on his tongue, "I need you, Jake. Please" He kissed her again, reassuring her "I'll take care of you, don't worry" He reached for the toy that was temporarily forgotten about at the side of the bed, "do me a favour and get this all nice and lubed up for me, okay?"

Bringing the dildo to her mouth, he tapped it on her lips twice, she opened her mouth sticking out her tongue as Jake slid it in. They maintained eye contact as he slowly worked the toy in her mouth. The action of thrusting the dildo identical to his cock into her mouth made him feel like he could cum right then and there. After another minute he pulled the toy from her mouth seeing it sufficiently lubed up.

Jake ran the toy through her folds slowly, teasing, until finally pushing into her entrance. His jaw slacked as he propped himself on his knees between her thighs, watching the toy stretching her easily. His eye flick up to find his girl with her head thrown back, one hand massaging her breast, the other gripping the bed sheet and allowing her moans to flow freely.

Using his other hand, he rubbed soft circles around her clit, her hips jerking at the added stimulation. A combination of his name and curses spill from her as she nears the edge of her second orgasm.

"Jake-fuck I'm gonna cum" she whimpers breathlessly. He speeds up his movements, adding more pressure to her sensitive clit as he plunges the toy inside her, eager to see her fall apart by his hands once again.

She cried out his name as her orgasm washed over her for the second time, Jake slowed his movements, "that's it baby" he praised as her thighs began shaking.

Carefully removing the toy, Jake looked up and smiled at his girl's fucked out state, he shot her a wink before leaning in and capturing her lips in a kiss, "now that was a great investment" she breathed out making him laugh, "Oh baby we're not done with it yet" Y/n pouted at him, "Jake, I love the toy and don't get me wrong, it'll be my best friend while you're gone. But right now I need you" Jake feigned hurt as he responded, "You didn't think I was gonna neglect my girl, did you?"

Jake took his aching cock in his hand, stroking it a few times before lining up with her soaked entrance and sinking fully inside of her in one thrust. Both of them let out a loud moan; Y/n had missed the warmth of him as he stretched and filled her, and Jake had to fight hard not to cum too quickly as he had been edging himself for the past hour.

He kept a steady pace as he grabbed the toy again and put it in her hands, "I want to see you gag on my cock while I fuck you" She felt herself clench around him at his words, "If it gets too much you can stop okay?" she nodded at him before relaxing her jaw, taking as much of the dildo down her throat as she could.

Jake felt his cock pulse at the sight, groaning a string of curses as he tightened his grip on her hip with one hand, using the other to apply pressure to her oversensitive bud. The unexpected stimulation caused her to jolt, gagging on the dildo, she pulled it out, a string of saliva falling down her chin as she took in the sight of her boyfriend over her.

The toy had been long forgotten as she pulled him by his shoulders so their faces were just inches apart, "I'm gonna cum" he grunted as felt her walls clench around him, "Fuck baby, you want me to fill you up?" she whimpered in response, "Fuck, yes Jake!" determined to make her cum before himself, his thrusts became more erratic as he got lost in the feeling of his girl wrapped around him. "Let go baby" he encouraged as she came for the third time, he buried himself deep inside of her, feeling his release fill her up.

He remained seated inside her as he caught his breath, both of them basking in the silence, completely blissed out. After a couple minutes Jake slowly pulled out, making Y/n wince at the loss. He dipped his head down between her legs as she attempts to clamp them shut, "Babe no I'm too sensitive" he looks at her with pleading eyes, "Just a taste?" she lets out a laugh but obliges, letting her legs fall open.

Jake drags his tongue through her folds, collecting their shared release. His goal wasn't to get her off again, but instead to clean up the mess he had made. He loved the taste of them together, something that was completely unique to them. He repeated the action a few more times before moving to hover over Y/n once again, "I'll never get enough of tasting you and I together" he says before crashing his lips onto hers; she moans into his mouth at the taste of their shared release.

Pulling back, he stares at her with a loving look in his eyes, Y/n becomes very aware of how fucked out she must look, "I know, I'm probably a mess right now" She shied away from his gaze, he shook his head, "Beautiful," he corrected as he peppered her face with kisses making her giggle.

Jake stood up begrudgingly to grab a towel, soaking it in warm water and making his way back to clean up whatever mess was left. Before getting back into bed, he grabbed a new pair of boxers for himself and a fresh shirt for Y/n, both cleaning up before cuddling in bed once again. Jake put his arm around her as she rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he rubbed circles into her back, both exhausted from the day.

"I love you so much," Jake says, pressing a kiss on the top of her head, she craned her neck to look up at him, "I love you more" he shook his head, a smile on his face as he leaned down to press a kiss on her lips.

"Jake?"

"Yeah love?"

"What made you think of getting this for me?"

Jake thought for a moment before replying, "I know it gets hard when I'm away for so long. Obviously, it won't fill all aspects of our relationship that are affected by me being away but I figured at least this way you can feel me, even when I'm across the world" he winks at her before his expression turns more solemn, "It kills me that you can't be there experiencing it with me"

Y/n took a moment to process what he had said, "It was an incredibly thoughtful gift, I didn't even know you could do that" She laughed before continuing, "It is hard when you're gone but knowing that you're living your dream makes it worth it" she smiled at him, "plus, you already know that I will be coming to any show that I can" She moved to straddle his lap, lowering her voice, "After all, I have to show you what you're missing when I'm all alone with nothing but a silicone copy of you"

Jake groans, "I don't know how I'm going to manage, just think about you using that toy, feeling me, while I'm away" She giggles at his exasperation, "Seriously! I might have a permanent boner this tour! I could give Josh a run for his money!" they both burst out laughing.

"Did you really think I would use this gift without sending a little something for you? This was a gift for the both of us" he pulled her further against him, eliminating any remaining space between them, "I love the way you think, woman" he chuckles, placing a kiss on her temple"

"Okay one more question," she tries to conceal her laugh by clearing her throat, "so...how exactly did you make this toy?" she questioned with a knowing smirk.

Jake looks away, his face twinged pink with embarrassment as he clears his throat, "I'd rather not talk about that" she laughs, "it was worth a shot"

After a few more moments basking in each other's embrace, Y/n wiggles from his grasp, scooting to the edge of the bed, Jake questions "Hey where are you running off to?" She peeled the shirt from her body once again, "taking a shower, wanna come?" she asks in a suggestive voice "Hmm, round two?" he suggests hopefully, "I love the way you think...sir" she winks before running to the bathroom.

Jake quickly follows her lead, coming up behind her and circling his arms around her waist, "Oh, and one more thing I forgot to mention" She turned to look at him, a curious expression on her face, "it vibrates too" he smirks.

Y/n groans in response, "You, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, will be the death of me."

Thanks for reading <3

[dinsdjrn]

gone, from austin | j. miller | part two

brothers best friend!pre-outbreak!joel x f!reader

summary: Joel Miller: the one that got away; right person, wrong time. Now you’re back in Austin and it hurts just as bad, as if you’d never left five years ago. [w.c. 2.4k]

warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, no use of y/n, light angst, Sarah is alive and well, f!reader, smoking, depression, brief mentions of a mental breakdown, implied cheating (not joel), ex-lovers to lovers, eventual smut, slow burn, lmk if i missed anything &lt;3

💌 a/n: FINALLY a part two? who am i?? anyways not sure how i feel about this story... but i know how i want it to end so ill keep going for that. lmk your thoughts &lt;3

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Part two | May 2002

You were a work of art, that’s the hardest part.

It had been three weeks since you had gotten home. You had become more than a bit of a hermit, looking and applying for jobs. You made yourself sparse in the house, you understood everything your brother did was an open invitation to you, but it was easier to disappear. It also gave you time to process, when you left Toronto it was a whirlwind, but now it was a dulling ache. Friends had reached out, wondering where you went, if you were okay. You gave them enough information so they wouldn’t worry, but not enough to come looking for you.

It was Friday morning, just like any other morning, you were searching through medical journals and websites looking for job postings. Search, apply, wait, and wait some more. It wasn’t very thrilling, but it was something to do to keep your head above water.

The alarm on your phone had begun ringing, 10 am, you reached into your desk drawer and took your meds. They filled a hole in your head you hadn’t known was there until you had a small breakdown two years ago. It was something only a few people in your life knew about, it wasn’t something you ever really wanted out there. There was almost a shamefulness to it, no one in Austin knew, and then one person in Toronto who knew about it was no longer welcome in your life. So you move on, continue as you have and hope that your ticket out comes sooner rather than later. 

A soft knock came at your door. 

“Come in!” You said, closing the desk drawer quickly. 

“Hey! Someone is at the door for you,” Kelsey popped her head in and smiled. 

You looked down at your Dell Med School t-shirt and Roots sweatpants and laughed lightly. 

“Is it anyone important?” You asked embarrassed gesturing to your pajama centered clothing choices. 

“I am sure they won’t even notice.”

You sighed and stood up, you lightly stretched and made your way downstairs. Just as the entryway came into view there was Sarah and Joel, Sarah with her backpack on and Joel shifting uncomfortably looking at the floor. 

“Hey guys,” you said, smiling at them. 

“Hey!” Sarah smiled. 

“What’s up? Shouldn’t you be at school already?” You questioned. 

“I had a dentist appointment this morning. We just came back to the house to grab my bag, but I wanted to see if you were around tonight,” She swayed, clearly hoping you’d say yes.

“I’m uh-, not sure,” You looked at Joel for guidance but he wasn’t paying any attention to you his sole focus was on Sarah. 

“I just really wanted to have that sleepover you promised! My dad is going out tonight and suggested it would be a good time for us to hang out and -“

“But only if you are available and want to,” Joel interrupted.

“Oh, yeah! That sounds like it could be fun. Why don’t I come over around 5ish and we can order some pizza?” You smiled at her. 

It would be much more comfortable without Joel there, you had felt like you were walking on eggshells when he would pop over to have a beer with Jake or help Kelsey fix things around the house. 

Joel nodded. 

“Alright baby girl, time to get you to school,” he began shuffling Sarah out the door. 

“See you tonight!” Sarah called over her shoulder. 

You waved at her in response and when the door clicked closed you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“You know, she really did miss having you around,” Kels leaned against the doorway behind you. 

“I know,” You sighed, “I just don’t know what I’m getting myself into.”

“What do you mean? You’ve known her since she was just a little kid. You’re not getting yourself into anything except maybe forgiving yourself for hurting her.” Kelsey said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“You don’t fucking get it! This isn’t a permanent solution. I can’t stay, I don’t belong here anymore! I don’t want to get her hopes up that I might by hanging out with her and letting things go back to the way they were. That will just hurt her again.” You snapped, a pang of annoyance in your chest.

“You being here and ignoring her, it hurts them both. You can talk a big game about how you don’t belong here, but this is your home, your family. I don’t know what happened between you and Joel, but it is clear he still cares about you. Is staying really the worst thing? At least thinking about it?” 

“They are not my family, you and Jake absolutely are. And you’re right, maybe this was home once, but it’s not anymore. All that’s left is a permanent scar of what could have been. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” You turned to walk up the stairs. 

Kelsey came and put her hand over yours on the railing. 

“Look I’m sorry if I overstepped. I only want to see you happy,” Her voice was soft and apologetic. 

You just nodded in response and made your way back up the stairs, once in your room you made your way to the bed and cried into your pillow. You knew the love for Austin was there, it had always been there, but so was the hurt. The pain would always be there too, it painted your soul in blues and grays. That’s the hardest part, how beautifully life painted your anguish here. 

The day came and went quickly, and you felt unprepared for your sleepover with Sarah. You knew it would be nice to hang out, do face masks and watch a few movies, but your anxiety was palpable. You were worried it would feel like grasping at a life you could’ve had, but were strictly denied. 

You made your way next door around five and before you could even knock the door had swung open and Sarah was pulling you inside. 

“You’re here! Finally, I’ve been thinking about what we could do tonight all day. Dad said he would call a few pizzas in, we went to CVS after school too! I got nail polish, face masks, and some weird snacks,” Sarah spoke excitedly. 

It gave you a bit of whiplash, barely able to even get in a few “Alrights” or “Sounds Fun”’s in. 

“Woah, woah, Sarah slow down,” Joel said as you made your way into their living room. 

He was sitting on the couch in a black t-shirt and Levis, his hair was wet and the messy ways were pushed off his forehead. He was still so devilishly handsome, he never tried too hard with his looks, but that didn’t mean he didn’t look good; it arguably made him more attractive. 

“A’right, I’m going to get outta here,” He put his hands on his lap and made his way to stand, “Tommy is gonna be here any second.” 

“Dad, did you remember to order pizza?” Sarah asked with a hint of annoyance. 

“Oh shit,” he felt his pockets pulling out his phone, “I’ll call on the way over to the bar.”

“Don’t worry about it, Joel. I’ll get it,” You smiled softly at him, pulling out your own phone. 

“Y’sure?” He asked. 

“Yes, yes, she’s sure, now, go have fun. We have a very important girls night to get started on.” Sarah shooed her father toward the door.

Joel just laughed and rolled his eyes, you shrugged in response. 

As soon as you heard the door shut Sarah came rushing back to the living room. 

“Sorry, he’s a mess,” Sarah laughed.

“I can see that nothing has changed,” You laughed with her. 

You both fell into a comfortable conversation, it was nice to see Sarah so happy. She was completely different then when you had left, yet somehow exactly the same. 

The night was spent watching cheesy rom-coms, doing face masks and nails, and eventually Sarah had fallen asleep in her pajamas on the couch. It was nearly one in the morning, you placed a blanket over her small frame and began quietly tidying the living room. 

The night had warmed your heart in a way you weren’t sure you’d be able to feel again. Sarah was such a light in your life for so long, and now she was turning into this beautiful and kind teenager. You had talked all about her school, Joel and Tommy’s shenanigans, and what’s been happening around Austin. She didn’t push you though, you had talked about Toronto and being away from home without delving into any fresh wounds.

 It was nice, it felt good to know when you left it wasn’t your last memory of Sarah. You worried for years it had been and you’d have to watch her grow through the lens of your brother, but here she was in the flesh. 

You sighed, putting the leftover pizza in the fridge and pouring any extra soda from your glasses down the drain. You went and checked on Sarah after you had finished cleaning up to make sure she was still sleeping. She hadn’t even stirred, so you took this as the best opportunity to step outside and have a smoke. 

It wasn’t something you were proud of, but was something that you would normally only do after particularly stressful days. Today would classify as one, you didn’t like fighting with Kels. That, plus the anxiety of coming to the Miller’s and not knowing what to expect, warranted a need to de-stress. 

You made your way into the backyard, only closing the screen door in case Sarah woke up, and placed a cigarette between your lips. Just as you were searching through your bag for a light a voice startled you. 

“Hey, I didn’t know you smoked?” Joel. 

Fuck, you knew he probably wouldn’t have been much later, but it felt pathetic to be sneaking a cigarette on his back porch. 

“Not often, but you’d be surprised how common it is in healthcare.” You said finding the lighter and lighting the end. 

He looked at you for a moment, and you realized maybe he didn’t want you smoking on his back porch. 

“Oh, shit sorry, you okay if I-“ 

“Oh, yeah, I don’t really care,” he hurried before you could finish your question.

“Cool,” you said. 

The silence grew uncomfortable between you two. 

“I, uh, didn’t mean to startle y’a there,” Joel said. 

“Oh,” 

“I just saw the light on and wondered if you were out here.” 

“And here I was…”

“Here you were,” He shifted, “You always loved it back here. Sitting looking up at the stars after Sarah went to bed.”

“Yeah, I think I missed the stars the most while I was in Toronto,” you sighed. 

“I always thought they’d’ve had more stars up there,” he looked up at the sky. 

You had finished about half of the cigarette and put it out, it wasn’t doing anything for you at the moment except make you want to shower. 

“Not in the city, it was like a shitty, colder, New York,” You laughed. 

Joel chuckled at your comment. He came closer to you and leaned on the railing of the deck with you. It felt almost suffocating, he was so close to you and it felt so intimate. 

“Y’know, we’re really happy you’re here,” He said quietly. 

“Joel, don’t…” you warned. 

“I mean it, Sarah never stopped asking about you. She missed you, this girl's night made her whole year.” 

“Joel, please,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. You already carried so much guilt for leaving Sarah with nothing but a goodbye. You knew he was trying to comfort you but he was crushing your soul with guilt instead. 

“I’m sorry darlin’ I just�� always asked myself what if things were different. Where we would be, how would Sarah be different if you had stayed,” 

His words ignited a fire within you, one that burned in anger and resentment. Who was he to ask what if, when he gave no choice in whether or not you had a chance at finding out. 

“We could talk about maybes and what ifs until we’re blue in the face, it doesn’t turn back time. Doesn’t change anything between us. You made a choice, Joel, and so you don’t get the what if’s,” You snapped. 

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. 

“I’m allowed to wonder,” He retorted. “You weren’t the only one hurt, y’know?”

“Well guess what, I wasn’t the one that wanted out when things got a little bit complicated.”

“Wanted out? You think I wanted out?! Fucking Christ, I didn’t want to hold you back. I have no choice but to stay in Austin, letting you go meant that you wouldn’t be tied down here!” His voice was quiet, but he was clearly irritated.

“I didn’t need you to let me go, I’m very capable of making my own choices. And if I had chosen to stay I needed you to tell me everything would be okay.” 

You weren’t speaking in a hushed tone like he was. You were frustrated, angry, he had completely backtracked on your breakup. Tears stung your eyes, you were frustrated and confused. 

“I’m done talking about this, Joel,” You said, wiping the tears away from your eyes. “You said your piece five years ago, and nothing is going to change that.”

You turned to head back inside, now that he was here you’d be able to walk back over to Jake’s and go to sleep. Make an attempt at forgetting this conversation ever happened and pretend your night ended with you and Sarah asleep on the couch. 

Joel grabbed your wrist before you got too far. 

“Please, just let me explain.” He pleaded. 

You pulled your wrist from his grip and left as promptly as you came. 

Your chest was tight and it was as if you could feel your heart shattering all over again into a million little pieces. The ghost of his love haunted you for years. He was still the same man you fell in love with, that much was certain. In that, it also meant, he was still the same man who broke your heart. 

And that was a risk you were not willing to take. 

To spiral out, to try and float, to see a friend, to see a ghost.

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[dayseternal-blog]

Hey Days!!!

This might sound like a stupid ask, but is the AO3 app legit? I feel like it would be easier if we can view everything in an app 😄

Hello! Not a stupid question. This topic has brought up a ton of discussion across fandoms, and so I’ll summarize what I’ve seen (mostly from following ao3commentoftheday’s tumblr blog).

There will likely never be an official ao3 app because

1. Too much manpower is required to create, maintain, and then continually do app updates, like whenever phones update to a new version. And since Ao3 is completely volunteer-driven, they probably don't have the manpower to spare on an app. They'd rather use their manpower to keep the regular website running for all of their millions of users.

2. Apple has policies about adult content, and fanfiction is full of spicy, problematic, and disturbing content. Ao3 would never delete or censor people's stories just to have an app available on Apple. Apple would never allow Ao3 as it is currently.

3. Businesses push for people to download their apps because they can force advertisements on their viewers, and viewers can't block the ads if they're on the app. So they can make money. Ao3 doesn't even have ads in the first place because everything is run through donations. There would be 0 gain for Ao3 and only a waste of manpower.

4. Ao3 is already reader-friendly on the phone from the website. They already put a lot of effort into the current website, so an app wouldn't add anything.

From what I've seen, here's a summary of reasons to NOT use an unofficial Ao3 app:

You would be giving your login information to a third party.

You have to pay to download some of these unofficial apps to cover the labor costs for the people who created the app.

Because fanfic writers upload their stories for free online, some feel that it's unfair profit for the app creators. I don't personally feel that way, though I understand that viewpoint. It's something to take into consideration.

Alternatives that other tumblr users have suggested instead of using an app:

Add a different mobile browser dedicated to opening fanfiction.

Download fics from Ao3 you enjoy as e-readers and adding them to the Kindle app so you can read them whenever you want. All Ao3 writers automatically consent to having their fics downloadable when they post on Ao3.

On Apple devices, apparently you can bookmark a Safari page onto your phone's home screen.

On Chrome, apparently you can do the same thing. Go to the three dots from the page you want to save, choose the Add to Home screen option, and then you'll have an icon shortcut.

Bookmark your main Ao3 search tags on your browser.

If you just want things to be "easier" and you're wishing for certain features, you can try out the publicly available site skins, like Reversi (for dark mode) or this one for dyslexia. Here are the Ao3 Instructions on using skins. Others use site skins to block certain users or hide fic stats (like views and kudos counts). That blog I follow Ao3cotd made a bunch of cute ones, like I use their pink one, or there's this pretty firefly one, art deco one, dark galaxy theme, pink and green frog theme, and this peach theme they made. They deleted their code for the pink one 😥, but since I'm using it, I still have the code on my account, so lmk if you want it.

That was probably a longer answer than you needed, but I hope it helps!

[cristal-m-3-th]

I think there might be an option for those who don't want to pay for the watcher streaming service.(Like me)

LET'S COMMIT PIRACY

Reason 1: piracy is free.

Reason 2: the watcher streaming service is stupid.

Reason 3: those stupid mother fuckers aren't letting paying users share passwords with more than three devices.

Reason 4: it's fun being a pirate. (Yargh)

How do we commit piracy?

First method:

There are a lot of methods and forms of piracy. I mean, there's a whole reddit dedicated to piracy. Personally I use a third party browser, an ad block, and a VPN when I watch shows. There are websites that host "definitely paid content" I literally use three of them. (And yes I am gatekeeping these websites, I've seen what happens when they get distributed. Mainly through tiktok.)

So, first method (summarized)

Third party browser

Ad block

VPN

Readily available piracy websites.

Pros:

It's easy!

Cons:

Pesky pop up ads! (I'm not interested in boobs or hot women in my area! I just want to re-watch Bob's burgers!)

There's a heightened risk of obtaining a virus on your device.

Second method:

The second method is a little easier and has a reduced risk of downloading a virus on your device.

Google drive video downloads.

So I found out about this method back in 2022 when I was trying to find a way to watch season 3 of Lego monkie kid early. (I know it's cringe and embarrassing) Basically, on the monkie kid Reddit, there were users distributing a Google drive file with all the season 3 lmk episodes, I downloaded the file and watched all the episodes. I would consider this method pretty risk free since it involves downloading content (in this case the pay walled watcher content) and uploading it to a Google drive. The only con I can think about in regards to this method is the potential lack of constant updates.

So, the second method (summarized)

Google drive file

Download videos from streaming service.

Upload downloaded videos to the Google drive file.

Distribute the Google drive among interested users/viewers.

Pros:

Reduced risk of obtaining a virus on your device! :D (yippee!)

Reduced watcher streaming service profits! (This reason can apply to both methods)

Cons:

Potential lack of constant updates. (This can probably be avoided if the Google drive is treated as a community effort among users.)

Anyways, just in case the FBI or whatever monitors Tumblr sees this, this is just a satirical post, I have never committed piracy. I pay for all the content I watch. This post is quite literally a written yapping session.

[pickafandomanyfandom]

Hey, so this is a question for my neurodivergent folk who need help like me. I’ve been wanting to design an app that game-ifys chores and everyday tasks to make them easier to do. I’ve been struggling with simple tasks lately but I’m stubborn and refuse to pay for apps, and the free ones never work for me. The only issue is that surprise surprise, I don’t know how to cure or design apps and websites. Idk it’s just a thing I’ve been wanting to do for a while and was wondering if anyone Would care or want to help me with it. If anyone wants to help me with this, or wants to leave suggestions abt things to add, or just wants to tell me if I should do this or not pls reblog kr leave a comment bc… yeah.

Also lmk if you guys care, like if u want me to explain further my ideas and what I wanna add, or of nobody gives a shit and I should just stfu. lol

Anyways if you read this I hope have a great day, and always remember I Love you🩷🩷

[kernelpanic-404]

Playing Core War - The Programming Game

So I'm trying to start playing Core War, which is a programming game where two or more programs written in a special assembly language battle against each other to kill the other program in the memory of a virtual computer. I decided to document how to start playing, after I had trouble just installing the simulator.

I found this website, where I downloaded the source code for the simulator, a.k.a MARS (Memory Array Redcode Simulator). The one that I used in this tutorial is called pmars (portable MARS).

It seems like there are download links for windows users, so that you don't have to compile anything like I did, but there also seems to be different simulators that have more features and are (maybe?) easier to use.

The following instructions worked on my mac, but I'm not so sure if they would work on Linux or Windows. If you manage to get it working on either of those, lmk and I'll try to add it.

Instructions for mac (& maybe? linux):

(BTW, whenever things are in quotes, please ignore them)

I downloaded pmars version 0.9.4 from here.

On macOS, I had to download XQuartz, for the UI of the simulator to start.

I used GCC to compile the program, so install homebrew, and run "brew install gcc make" inside your terminal to install both GCC & Make.

Once unzipped, I read the README file (might be helpful)

Open the file called Makefile within the src directory, and edit the line that starts with "CFLAGS" so that it becomes "CFLAGS = -O -DEXT94 -DXWINGRAPHX -DPERMUTATE -DRWLIMIT -I/usr/X11/include/"

Also change the line at the top from "CC = gcc" to "CC = gcc-12" only if on macOS

First try to compile by running "make" within the "src" directory. If it works, great! If not, try the following after running "make clean".

edit the file "sim.c" and find the line that contains "sighandler"

Change "sighandler(0);" to "sigaction(0);"

Try to run "make" again within the "src" directory

For me, that was how I compiled the program. This may or may not work on M1 and M2 macs, as I don't have access to one. Once compiled, you can move the file called pmars to an easily accesible directory (Ex. Create a directory called "bin" in your home folder and put it there). Make sure to put the "warriors" directory somewhere you could find it easily (such as your "Documents" folder)

To run a game (for mac), first open the XQuartz application.

Change directory to the folder where the program is stored and run:

"./pmars PATH_TO_FIRST_WARRIOR PATH_TO_SECOND_WARRIOR"

An example would be: "./pmars ~/Documents/warriors/aeka.red ~/Documents/warriors/rave.red"

A window should pop up containing the memory contents of the Virtual Machine!

Voila! Your very own MARS simulator!

Some resources for creating your own programs to battle:

A Core War Website Strategy Guide Wikipedia Article Tutorial that I found that explains things really well

Hope this works, and Happy Programming! :D

[teddy-bear-queen]

HELLO PEOPLE

If you’re into things such as Lego Monkie Kid (LMK), like me, I’d HIGHLY recommend this series! They have their own website with several different places to listen to the series. The fact these people aren’t popular is mind boggling to me! If you’d like subtitles, they provide them on video-sharing platforms, but if you’re like me and would prefer to listen, they have it on Spotify too.

It can be difficult to get into such an old book series, but these people have made it easier for me to listen and appreciate the literature. If you’re not into LMK, monkey magic, dragon ball, (all things based on or inspired by this book) then I’d recommend giving it a listen anyway. JTTW is like… the birth of popular tropes seen today.

This is my favourite translation of the book so far, and I’m so excited to see where the rest of it goes! They’re very thorough in their translations and have a production note at the end of every chapter, which I will always recommend listening to because it’s always very well-said and explained. I’ve learnt a lot not only about JTTW, but about China while listening to this series and it’s production notes.

They’re a small but dedicated team and do amazing work! Please, please give them a listen, they deserve so much love and support! Genuinely my favourite translation to date.

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Journey to the West - an Audio Drama Series

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[wagner-fell]

I am still very new to this website and I don’t know how link a post but this fic is based on a post by @sandersgrey

(If someone reading this knows how to link a post please either explain it to me or link it in the comments because that post is *amazing*)

“Hmmm,” said Tessa, depositing Mina into Kit’s waiting arms and examining her buzzing phone critically. She shot a quizzical look in his direction.

Jem looked up from his novel. “What is ‘hmmm’, my love?”

Kit mimed vomiting but stopped dead in his tracks when she replied, “it’s Astrid’s mother. You remember her from parent teacher night, don’t you, my darling?” Kit swears they were being extra insufferable just to mess with him but he didn’t have the time to be annoyed when Astrid’s. Mom. Was. Calling. Tessa.

To understand why Kit was panicking as much as he was, you must know that Astrid’s mom was incredibly chill. She never got mad. The worst punishment she’d ever given her daughter was taking away her iPod for a week so she couldn’t listen to Mitski.

Was she calling about last night when Astrid, Mari and Kit threw eggs at the Shadowhunter’s that were giving Mari’s pack a hard time for no reason? No, that couldn’t be it. She’d given them the eggs.

Could the call be about the day before yesterday when Kit and Astrid got distracted doing homework and ended up snapping the coffee table clean in half while battling gladiator style with pool noodles? No, that wasn’t it. She’d just handed Astrid a twenty and told them to go to Kevin’s parents' shop and get a new one. Was she pissed because they ended up spending the money on ice cream instead? No, they ended up finding a table for free in the rubbing bin outside a fancy hotel.

Kit clutched his sister to his chest and prepared for the worst.

“Seo-yoon! What can I do for- Oh, hello Astrid!” Tessa paused briefly, presumably to listen to Astrid speak, and Kit sighed in relief.

“Kit is occupied at the moment but I can relay the message.” Another pause. “Oh don’t be frightened of me. I’m a tots rad mom. Your secret is safe with me.” Kit felt his face flush red as he heard his best friend’s laughter echo across the living room. “Okay! I’ll let him know. He has to get Mina to sleep before he can leave though. Lord knows he’s the only one who can these days.” Tessa chuckled at something Astrid said before wishing her good luck in her endeavour and ending the call.

She turned her attention back to Kit. “Astrid needs your help breaking into your teacher’s home to retrieve her cell phone.”

Kit blinked at her, dumbfounded. “You aren’t mad I’m going to go break the law?”

Because of course he was doing it. Astrid’s dad had bought it for her and he was extremely cautious about money. That was one of three things Kit knew about her dad. He was cheap, he lived in America and he loved the movie Fight Club.

Tessa ruffled Kit’s hair affectionately. “Please. I’ve raised two other Herondales. At least I know about this particular adventure beforehand.”

Mina began snoring softly and Kit handed her back to her mother. He grabbed his bag and started his journey to the door when Tessa added, “she also told me to say hi to a ‘daddy Kit’. Are you ‘daddy Kit?’”

‘Daddy Kit’ closed his eyes and wished for the sweet release of death.

“Why is Kit a daddy,” Jem asked, genuinely confused. “Aren’t I the daddy?”

Kit swung the door open so fast not even a speed rune could have aided him. But not before I heard Tessa reply, “Lily Chen certainly thinks so.”

Mrs. MacNamara clapped her hands together. “Why don’t we all go around and say a few things about ourselves?”

Kit buried his face into his hands. He’d been relieved when no other teacher had fulfilled the Disney channel stereotype of making every student introduce themselves to the new kid. But Mrs. MacNamara didn’t even seem to realize what she was doing.

All Kit’s fellow classmates groan. Expect one. Her hand shot up immediately. She was short, like smaller than Clary short. She wore a baggy pink shirt with the words ‘Queen Glimmer of Etheria’ sewed on with purple sequins and tight black jeans. Her colourful, choppy hair was in a low ponytail and she flew a few strands out of her eyes as her hand wiggled in the hair.

Mrs. MacNamara pointed at her. She stood up and smiled at Kit. “Hi. My name is Astrid. My hobbies include making my little cousin’s girl Barbies kiss, as it should be, and watching television shows where everyone is a terrible person so you can love all of them!”

“And what shows might that be?” asked Kit, already in the process of pulling out his phone and opening the Notes app.

“Grey’s Anatomy, Glee, Grey’s Anatomy again because it’s seventeen seasons as of right now. And to be fair it practically became a different show when they killed off Mark Sloan.”

“That’s enough, Miss Yang,” said Mrs. MacNamara. Astrid sat down and winked at Kit. Then she took out her phone and airdropped him a complete list of all her favorite shows, along with her number.

After Blessica’s pre-birthday birthday party, they went to Cirenworth and stayed up till four A.M. binging them.

They met outside a queer dry bar called Aries Not Welcome, the unspoken gathering place of the Merry Hoes. It was run by a poly lesbian couple in their mid-thirties. Quinn, Sydney and Aliyah may not have served alcohol but at least they were open 24/7.

“Did you bring the shit?”

Kit gave her a look. “The shit? How conclusive.”

“Shut up. You know, the shadowhunter thing.”

“The shadowhunter thing?”

“The, the, the glow stick that you draw with.”

“The glow stick that I draw wi-“ Kit closed his eyes briefly. “Do you mean a stele?”

Astrid snapped her fingers. “That’s it!” Kit shook his head in exasperation, smiling fondly. “I borrowed a torch from Quinn, let’s move.”

“Should I be worried that you know where Mr. Smith lives?” questioned Kit as he followed Astrid’s lead through the park.

“Should I be worried that your mom was fine with us breaking and entering?” she shot back playfully. Kit pushed Astrid and she fell off the path, laughing all the way.

“You called me ‘daddy’ to my mom’s face.”

She just laughed harder, slinging her arm around Kit’s shoulder. “It was over the phone, Christopher. And as I should.”

“Pffffttt. Why did you get your phone taken anyway?” She put her hands into her jumper pocket and looked at the ground. “Astrid.” She remained silent. “Astrid?”

She mumbled something under her breath. “What?” asked Kit.

“I WAS READING NINEJ FANFICTION!” she shouted.

Kit gasped. “I thought you were a die hard Kanej shipper,” he whispered.

“I’m a multishipper, okay?!” she replied, equally quiet.

“Does Blessica know?”

She shook her head. “And she will never find out.”

Kit saw the opportunity and he seized it. “She’ll never find out as long as you never call me daddy in front of either of my parents.”

She removed her arm from his shoulder and guided them out of the park, in the direction of the many apartments that lined this side of town. “I hate you.”

“Well, so does Mari. You're not special, Ast.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know Mari doesn’t actually hate you, right?! They’re just still in the enemy phase of your enemies-to-lovers romance. She only dislikes you because they feel something for you but they don’t know what so she interrupts it as loathing. In reality, her inner soul knows you’re hot and shmexie.”

Kit didn’t know how to process this so he just nodded and follow Astrid in silence to Mr. Smith’s house. (Plus, he was kinda glad that, according to his best friend, he had a little more time for Mari to ‘discover their true feelings’. If Kit screwed this up, he was out of countries to run off to.)

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What,” asked Kit, turning around to face Astrid and closing the drawer he was rifling through. “Did you find your phone?”

“Yeah. But I also found Blessica’s. She was Snapping Kevin. Platonic my ass. But he took the fucking trans flag out of her phone!”

Kit snatched Blessica’s phone out of her hand to examine it for herself. She was telling the truth. Where the glitter pride flag usually rested was just a clear purple case. Kit couldn’t believe his eyes.

“It’s one thing to misgender her every day.” Blessica had forced all four of the other Merry Hoes to sign a contract saying they wouldn’t do anything to harm him because of it. “But this is the last straw. You know what we have to do.” Oops.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any spray paint.”

Kit eyed Mr. Smith’s pink sofa, blue bar stool covers and white picture frames. “I think I have something better in mind.”

It would have been easier for both parties to just zip off the sofa cushions and tape them to the wall but by ripping them off in strips, they ensured he would have to buy new ones. And judging by the car he drove and the fiji water in his fridge, Mr. Smith could definitely afford it.

That reminded him, “I’ll finish up with this. Go put all his fiji water into my bag.” Astrid saluted him and ran off. “Wait.” She stopped and looked at him. “Steal all the remotes you can find.”

“How is he not awake?,” asked Astrid as they ripped the fabric of his seating from the stool.

He shrugged. “Don’t question it.” He shoved the bundle of cloth into her arms. “Glue this above the pink. I’ll handle the frames.”

“Say the magic word,” she sang.

“Please?”

“No. Lesbian. Come on, I thought you knew me better than that.”

Kit laughed quietly. “Can you lesbian glue this above the pink?”

She grinned at Kit. “It would be my pleasure.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello! Sorry I haven’t written anything in so long. School just restarted and it has been…a lot.

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You want more from your situation-ship with Grayson, but does he?

5.8k lol so buckle up if you have the time

inspired by this pool floatie I bought a while ago and last Saturday when I got drunk in the pool by myself.

warnings: tiny bit of angst, smut, too much fluff

also I’m sorry if this long ass post clogs you your feed; the website on my laptop never works anymore for some reason so I do everything through mobile and have no idea if/how to put the keep reading thing on here through the app. Pls lmk if you do!

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Few things in life are more mundane and yet more pleasurable than lying in the sun on a hot, balmy summer’s day. It’s by far one of your favorite pastimes — letting that omnipresent warmth seep into your pores until your skin glows and glistens, waving goodbye to your anxieties as they’re carried away with a cooling breeze, enjoying some time alone to think.

That alone thinking time was much-needed today as you lie back in your pool floatie, drifting gently atop the nearly-still surface of Grayson’s pool. You could have gone to the large communal pool at your apartment complex, or the beach, or even to a less…complicated friend’s house to have your day of thinking in the sun, but there were several factors that played into your choice to come here instead.

Not smart factors, admittedly; was it smart to come to the home of your best friend/fuck buddy to think about maybe telling him that you maybe want more? Fuck no. That’s the problem when you’ve got two voices dueling in your head, though, and one ends up decidedly louder than the other. You’ve got the Rational voice at the back of your mind telling you coming here wasn’t a good idea, that you’re somewhat-inexcusably pissed at him and it isn’t fair to dump that on him without figuring things out before you see him again.

But then you've got the Dumb Bitch voice in the forefront, reasoning that your ‘regular’ friends are simply too busy, your apartment pool is always way too crowded to avoid distractions, and the beach on the weekend has the same issue with the added downside that alcohol is strictly forbidden.

Despite the twins’ dislike of the substance, going without it wasn't an option for you today, and so as you walked out the door of your apartment you had shoved a few cans into your oversized tote bag. You take a satisfying sip of the sponsored drink of all Dumb Bitches everywhere, a lime Whiteclaw, and sigh, relaxing against the raised back of your floatie. You’re grateful for the cold, crisp bubbles tickling the back of your throat as little beads of sweat start to stipple at your temples, and you dip a foot into the water for added coolness. It’s the equivalent of sleeping with one leg under the covers and one out, ensuring your body’s temperature is perfectly balanced as you glide soothingly across the flat surface of the water, your mind wandering.

You like to think whatever you have with Grayson is complicated and dramatic, for the sake of your own rationale, but it’s really not. You started as good friends, which turned into the casual and inevitable flirting that happens when anyone becomes close with the opposite sex, which turned into an unexpected and amazing fuck on his couch one night a few months ago.

Which has turned into: two people who tiptoe around the obvious any time they're together to avoid the messiness that comes with relationships and, ultimately, ruined friendships. It’s obvious to everyone that the two of you care about each other deeply. It’s even obvious to you and Gray yourselves: you’ve had the ‘what are we’ talk; the ‘you’re the only one I hit up’ talk. But that was it — just sex. It’s what you both wanted, what you both agreed on after that first time was so good. You’re both terrible at relationships and staying emotionally invested and owning your feelings. So it seemed like a good idea at the time.

The irony of it all is that you’ve found yourself in the predicament that afflicts almost every fuck-buddy situation-ship — it’s gotten messy. You’re not ignorant enough to ignore that certain things have triggered the realization that you potentially have stronger feelings for him beyond those brought about by having amazing sex together. But you’re not sure you’re willing to lose him from your life completely if he doesn't feel the same. You can live with some emotionally one-sided boning if it meant you got to see him, be close to him, like you are right now.

You sigh and your eyes close as you zone out for a bit, trying to push your worries away and enjoy the simplicity of this moment in the sun, willing your mind to become as clear as the blue sky above you. Willing the universe to shine some guidance down on you.

“Can I join you?”

You startle with a little gasp and your eyes shoot open in surprise. Your head jolts up to find Grayson standing at the side of the pool in his too-short swim trunks that cling to his thick thighs appealingly, and nothing else. He and Ethan had been filming earlier (one of the reasons you justified coming over, he’d be out of sight and out of mind) but apparently he’s done now. He’s got a hand covering his face to shield his eyes in the bright light, and if you didn’t know their voices so well or have a familiarity with their tattoos, you would have had to do a double-take to discern him from Ethan; you’re still not used to his short hair.

You liked it better longer, but you won’t tell him that; it’s not your place. You’re not his girlfriend.

“It’s your pool, you can do whatever you want,” you answer with a shrug, ignoring his amused grin that you presume is from scaring you. You don’t mean for it to come out so short and clipped, but now that he’s here in front of you, he’s suddenly a proverbial thundercloud in that clear sky of your conscience you were so close to achieving

His presence reminds you of why you’re unjustifiably mad at him, and also what drove you to this crisis point at all: the mystery girl in his private Snap story from three days ago, when he and Ethan had gone to the skate park with some friends while you had to work. You think of how she had laughed too obviously when he bombed a trick; how she had clung to his veiny forearms much too long while he helped her balance on a board; how close she had snuggled up to him in the group picture.

And who even was she? You didn’t recognize her, and you thought you might have detected some kind of accent…British or Australian maybe?

He’s not your boyfriend, you remind yourself sternly, realizing you’re sliding down the same rabbit hole you've been avoiding ever since you viewed the story. You’re not his girlfriend.

You’ve been repeating that mantra for the past three days though, and it hasn’t changed a damn thing in your head. Especially when he comes out looking like this, all broad and sculpted and familiar, and the thought of another girl even coming near him makes you want to throw hands.

But he doesn’t know that — you barely recognize that. What you are able to recognize is that bratty attitude is uncalled for, but your mind is revving again, fueled by all of your conflicting wants and insecurities.

He seems to pay no mind to your moodiness, though, and shrugs too with a little hum as he dunks a large foot in the water curiously. He looks back up at you, and even though you still can’t quite see the look in his eyes, his voice is telling. “How’s the tan coming?”

You can feel his focus glued to your tits and fight the urge to roll your eyes because you know what he’s doing, and you know you shouldn’t be mad because you’ve been fine with it until… whenever. You don’t really know when things changed in your head. Certainly mystery girl was a catalyst for getting it through your thick skull that you like him. But as of now he’s going by what the two of you know: show up, flirt, fuck. And you don’t have the right to be pissed at him for doing just that. You showed up here by your own free will.

So yes, you’re well aware he’s initiating your usual routine with each other, and you make the quick decision to go along with it rather than face your feelings. It’s easier that way.

You raise an eyebrow at him knowingly and tuck the fingers of your free hand into the triangle top of your bikini to pull it completely aside, exposing your whole breast for him. Despite yourself, you hide your victorious smirk when you see him swallow hard by ducking your head to check the changes in your skin tone; boys are too easy.

“Pretty good, I guess,” you answer truthfully, actually satisfied with the notable difference. You gaze back at him, unable to wipe the smugness from your features as he conspicuously adjusts himself in his swimsuit. “What do you think?”

“Looks good to me,” he agrees with a smirk, giving your chest one last look as you readjust the material back in place before anyone else in the house might come out and see. He shakes his head as if to clear it and turns around to rummage through the little storage shed that houses all of the pool supplies. He retrieves a thick foam floatie and tosses it into the pool with a mischievous smile.

“Grayson!” you shout, half annoyed and half amused when he lunges onto it head-first into the water. His big body causes tidal waves to erupt all across the pool, jostling you roughly in your own floatie as you lift your drink in the air to avoid getting chlorine water in it.

He chuckles and shakes his head when he sees what you're doing, rolling his eyes as he settles on his stomach. His arms and back flex enticingly as he does an imitated breast-stroke to paddle over to you. “Really?” he deadpans, looking pointedly at your Whiteclaw.

“Yes, really,” you reply, kicking your foot so water splashes in his face as you take a deliberate gulp. You don’t elaborate, genuinely not in the mood to get into this debate with him.

Grayson wraps a big hand around the edge of your floatie and pulls until your heads are even with each other, even though your’s is sitting higher. He keeps a grip on the inflated plastic so you don’t drift away from him, leaning over and planting a strangely affectionate kiss to the top of your arm while looking up at you with those sweet hazel eyes. You’re a sucker for them, and he knows it; he must sense your attitude, after all.

“You’re cranky,” he confirms, his lips brushing against your skin when he speaks.

His tone isn’t accusatory, but you can’t help but take it as such, and you finally do roll your eyes when you raise the can to your lips once again. “Yeah, well, I had a long fuckin’ week.”

He hesitates. In your peripheral you can see his face working as he tries to remember what he might have done between letting you in his house a couple hours ago, and now to warrant your scorn. The two of you rarely argue, and he’s clearly unsure of how to proceed.

Finally, his hand shifts to caress your thigh, and you can’t stop the warmth that spreads all within you, especially to your pussy. You know he can feel the visceral twitch of your muscles beneath your skin when your thighs clench. It’s simultaneously comforting and maddening that he has this hold on you — there’s both security and fear there.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Do you? Absolutely not. Should you��?

“Not really,” you answer, but soften your words by scratching your fingers through his hair. You can’t help it; he’s trying, and it’s sweet, and reminds you of how you might have gotten to the point of wanting more from him after all.

Satisfied for the moment that you’re not too pissed at him, a little content smile graces his full lips and he lets out a small, appeased groan. You lose sight of his eyes as they droop closed and his head rests on his folded arm, the other still curled around your leg. It makes a little fuzzy ball of happiness grow in your chest as you indulge him for a few minutes, dragging your nails against his scalp, down the nape of his neck, across his broad shoulders. Mystery girl doesn’t get to do this.

You’re tracing his lion tattoo with lingering water and sweat droplets on his skin when he turns his head, eyes fluttering open to stare up at you. There’s a heat behind them that you’re more than familiar with, and it makes you flush more than the sun already does.

“Are you drunk?” he asks, his voice low, eyes glued to your face.

His fingertips start stroking a path from where they’re resting on your thigh, down to the equally sensitive patch of skin on the inside of your knee, and back up again. You can’t hold back the shiver down your spine or the throbbing in your clit even as anger flares within you.

“Are you serious?” you challenge, throwing your sunglasses to the top of your head so he can get the full effect of how mad that question makes you. This topic was probably you’re main point of contention with Grayson, and you were already a little testy with him. You shake the can in your hand to indicate it’s still about one-third full, and barely discern your floatie hitting the side of the pool. “No, I’m not Grays—”

Before you can process what’s happening, he's lunging from his own float to crawl over you and plant his hands on the pool ledge. He’s holding himself above you, trapping you in this weird cocoon of hot, sticky plastic and his wet, muscled torso as he dips his head to kiss you soundly.

He accepts your inadvertent moan with a little knowing smile against your lips, and his tongue wastes no time slipping between them to find yours. He licks into your mouth, around your cheeks, sliding against your tongue, tickling your hard palate. Always thorough, always perfect. You moan again because he just kisses you that fucking good, and can’t stop your hands from diving fully into his hair, your drink plunking into the water.

What were you so mad at him for? You don’t remember and you don’t care, and if he didn't have this amnesia effect on you, you’d realize that this is exactly where your problems are stemming from. Burying everything in both a proverbial hole and a literal pile of discarded clothes.

Grayson starts to slow down and sucks your lower lip into his mouth, releasing it with a little smack as he pulls away to look at you in the eye. You replace his teeth with your own, dragging the swollen pink between them as you trail one hand over his defined pec. He looks fantastic like this, all his muscles working easily to support himself while he lets you lean over and suck hot little kisses down the thick column of his neck.

His skin tastes clean and salty and it’s addictive on your tongue when you add it to the mix, sucking and nibbling at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He moans and you smile, your pussy clenching when you think about the mark that will definitely be imprinted into his tan skin, how it’s in the perfect position to be mostly hidden while still peeking out of the collar of his shirt tomorrow if he isn’t careful. The idea causes a surge of possessiveness to electrify your body, and you bite down harder into the same spot without even realizing.

Grayson gasps and pulls back, looking at you questioningly. You offer nothing in return, daring him with your eyes to keep going. It’s his move now.

He does nothing other than continue to search your face, until finally he speaks. “What’s wrong? Tell me.”

You’re a little surprised, but it’s not like he’s this douchebag with no emotional intelligence. He’s obviously able to tell somethings wrong and that it involves him. You just didn’t expect him to be so concerned still, when you’re both willing to carry about like normal.

“Nothing.”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t do that. Come on, talk to me.”

“I said it’s nothing, Gray. Can we keep going, please?”

“Not until you tell me what’s the matter,” he says. He dips his head, and you think he’s going to kiss you stupid again, but his lips just barely find the corner of your mouth in the tiniest of kisses. It feels good in a different way, sending tingles across your scalp and down your neck, and your eyes shut when he moves to the other corner. Then your nose, then your eyelids, until he’s nuzzling his nose in your cheek. “Please?”

Oof. You love that word coming from Grayson; it doesn’t happen too often.

“Dude, I’m fine,” you sigh, rubbing his bicep and gazing at his collarbone distractedly, completely unable to meet his eyes. You’ll crumble if you catch the concern there, and right now you just want an uncomplicated orgasm. “You have to be getting tired holding yourself up like that.”

“I’ve held myself above you for longer,” he retorts, half smug and half matter-of-fact. He’s not wrong, to be fair.

“Well, remind me for real. Inside, in bed,” you insist, finally looking up at him.

Grayson just stares back at you, his eyes searching your face intently. After what feels like an eternity, he pushes away from the pool ledge and sinks below the surface of the water. You think you’ve won, and a little thrill rushes through you like it often does when you know you’re about to fuck him. You start to roll off of your floatie, when you feel pressure at the end of it.

“What—?”

Grayson is suddenly popping his head up in the opening at the foot of your floatie, then squeezing his Dorito torso through the smallish hole as well. It’s clearly a tight fit, but it keeps his head and chest securely above the water.

He shakes his head out of habit, as if to fling the hair out of his face, and it does something to your heart and your vagina. You miss the strands that would hang in his eyes like he was straight out of a Giorgio Armani ad or something. Not that he’s not still model-like, but something about that hair just hit different.

“Scoot,” he says, reaching his arms out to grasp your ankles and tug, indicating for you to slide down the plastic.

You look at him suspiciously, curious as to why he seems to be giving up so easily, but oblige him anyways. Like you aren't going to pass up the chance of getting eaten out in the pool.

A sudden thought occurs to you when he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your high-cut bikini bottoms. “Wait…”

He cocks an arched brow. “Gonna talk to me?”

“Where is everyone?” you ask, ignoring his question.

“E and Sterling dropped me off then went to run errands. They’ll be gone for a while,” he says, pulling down on your swimsuit. He growls when your smooth pussy appears bare for him at last, and he flings the scrap of material behind him so it lands somewhere on the concrete.

He wraps his giant hands around your hips and pulls again, and this time you listen, wiggling down with some rather unattractive squeaks of your skin against the plastic, but you end up flat on your back with your pussy in his face. The heat of the sun bakes your skin in the best way, almost arousing in and of itself, but Grayson’s warm breath against your sensitive lower lips definitely does the trick. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, gasping when one of his fingers comes up to delicately trace the softness of your freshly waxed skin.

You can’t see him between the brightness of the sun above you and the precarious support of the floatie, which only makes the featherlight touches of his fingers and now his tongue that much more impactful. He barely holds you open with two of his fingertips while the softness of the pointed tip of his tongue licks the slickness from you with a barely-there pressure that leaves you so frustrated and turned on your eyes just roll back and your thighs quiver.

“God, Grayson, please,” you moan out when you finally can’t take it anymore, your hand sinking into his wet hair. You need more. You need all of him, in every way.

He hums, and the vibrations melt you, so sensitive that the simple noise makes your thighs clench around his head with a sharp gasp. His hands move to push your legs away, and he dots little kisses to the skin there instead.

“I like your manners,” he says, “but if you want to cum, I need you to tell me why you’re mad at me.”

You pout at the sky, your chest heaving with nerves and arousal and irritation. “I can’t.”

You expect him to argue back, but the next thing you feel are his fingers parting you again, and his lips planting a soft kiss to the swollen bud of your clit. It jolts you, the surprise and the pleasure of it a heady mix, especially when he tickles you with that featherlight brush of his tongue.

“Tell.” Lick. “Me.” Kiss.

He’s a persistent little bastard, you’ll give him that, but your stubbornness is a wonder, too. You let him tease you while you stay radio silent other than some uncontrollable whimpers of pleasure, until he breaks down and suckles your clit into his mouth, hot and wet and full of saliva from his glands watering at the taste of you. Your noises immediately get louder, desperate, pleading.

It’s when he suddenly backs off and just kisses your outer lips chastely, no real intent to please you but still there, that you finally give in, unable to stand the constantly building and waning pressure in your pussy anymore. Your grip in his hair tightens and you cry out in frustration. Feelings and worries be damned; you need to cum.

“Fucking…fine! Who is she?”

Grayson pauses, and leans away from your center. His voice is full of genuine confusion when he speaks up. “Who are you talking about?”

Anger and embarrassment flit through you. You didn't expect this conversation to happen at all, let alone when you’re bottom-less, needy, and having it sexually coerced out of you. But it’s out there now, and you can’t let yourself look even more ridiculous by backtracking. You try to sit up, and thankfully his weight on the end of the float balances out your efforts as you settle back into more of a sitting position with your legs folded to preserve some modesty.

You almost lose it when you gain sight of him again. His lips are shiny from your pussy juices, his thick eyebrows drawn in concern, his shoulders and biceps bulging from how they’re bent on the floatie. All of your biggest weaknesses in one image.

“That girl from the skatepark. Who is she?”

He thinks for a moment more, and his face suddenly lights up with understanding. “Millie? The blonde chick?”

You nod, and your blood boils at the thought of her with a name now. Somehow, ‘mystery girl’ made her less threatening. “She was all over you. I just want to know who she is to you.”

Grayson doesn’t laugh at you. You feel like he should, but of course he doesn’t. He just continues to stare at you with worried eyes.

“She’s a friend visiting from the U.K., and E and I wanted to show her around LA,” he says quietly. “She’s just a friend, I promise.”

The assuredness behind his tone makes you swallow. You duck your gaze to piddle with a leaf that had floated onto your leg when you changed positions, distracting yourself from his intense gaze. It’s now or never, you realize. “I’m just a friend.”

He’s silent again and it’s so fucking nerve-wracking. Grayson is usually so impulsive with his thoughts and his words, and the time he’s taking to soak in everything you’re saying is unnerving. You can only imagine that he’s trying his best to come up with the best way to let you down easy and never speak to you again.

“You… you want more?”

You nod again, biting your lip.

His hand covers yours on your leg, and interlaces your fingers so your palms touch. You finally allow yourself to look at his face again, shocked to see a wide smile on his lips.

“Is it not completely, embarrassingly obvious that I don't want you to be just a friend either? Or a fuckbuddy, or whatever we’ve been doing for this long?” he asks, squeezing your hand as he laughs incredulously. “I’ve been trying to ask you out for weeks. But I just…couldn’t do it outright; I was being selfish. I figured I had you all to myself, even if it was just sex, and didn’t want to scare you away by bringing up the idea of being more.”

You smile brightly and your heart soars, your head spinning at this newfound information. You want to articulate how you’ve had the exact desires and concerns he’s voicing, but your mind is racing too fast to form the words, and all that come’s out is, “Same.”

He bursts into that belly-laugh that makes you giggle too, and you hide your face in your hands with a groan as he ducks back into the water only to reappear at your side a moment later. “Come here,” he says, arms outstretched to help you down.

You clutch his biceps and sink into the cool water with him, immediately wrapping your legs around his waist and drawing him to you for a deep, meaningful kiss. He sighs into your mouth, and chases it with his when you pull back, making you laugh again. The fingers of one hand play with the short hairs at the nape of his neck, the others tugging on his chain. “Does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend now?”

He grins and nods. “Absolutely.”

You watch his face with a smirk when you grind down on his semi in his swim trunks. His eyes darken and he clutches tighter onto your bare ass. “Then I want my boyfriend to fuck me right here, in this pool. Right now.”

He doesn't need more convincing. Grayson groans and latches onto your neck as he starts to walk you both towards the steps of the pool, and you feel his dick grow harder as you squirm against him. When you reach them, he sits on the shallow sundeck above the very top step, keeping you firmly in his lap as your knees settle on the cement beneath the four or so inches of water.

He kisses you, and his fingers slip through your pussy, his touch direct and purposeful now, all thoughts of teasing you gone with the wind.

“Want you to cum first,” he whispers heatedly, two of his thick fingers slipping inside you as his thumb plants itself on your clit. A tried and true method he knows will get you off in no time. “Like I promised.”

His fingers pump steadily and curl into your g-spot, rubbing and thrusting at the perfect tempo to make you hunch into him as you cry out and cum hard on them. Your hips thrust down on his hand, your teeth sinking into the skin of his shoulder to keep yourself quiet, your little whimpers floating into his ear and making him shiver as you come down.

When your thighs stop shaking, he takes his fingers out of you and traces your lips with them, smearing your wetness on them like lipgloss until you open them with a tired, grateful smile and suck his digits into your mouth. You both moan, and once you’ve gotten all of your taste off of his skin, you release them with a pop and work your hands into the waistband of his trunks.

You lower them just enough to get his dick out, hot and hard and heavy in your hand as you give him a few steady strokes before sitting up enough to position him at your entrance. You slide the blunt tip across your slit, settling it at your hole and dipping down just enough to encapsulate the sensitive tip in your wetness, only to drag him up to your clit again with a gasp and a smile. Payback is fair game, you reason, thinking of how much he had teased you earlier.

He growls deep in his chest when you do it again. “Baby, please.”

Baby. That’s new. It makes your body heat with possessiveness and pride and the thought of ‘I’m your’s’ as you finally give in and position his cock where you can sink down on him slowly.

Your hips settle on his lap once again, and you note the concrete already scraping your knees when you start grinding against him. You plant your feet there instead, which makes his eyes light up with excitement.

“Fuck yes,” he breathes, tugging the material of your bikini top aside so both of your tits are out for his viewing pleasure before reclining back on his hands so you can support yourself on his shoulders. His jaw drops open and he moans with you as you start bouncing on his dick, the angle amazing and the depth he reaches even better. You pick up the pace, and his teeth grit together with a hiss. “God, your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

His eyes are glued to the way your tits jiggle and sway with your movements, and he leans forward to capture one of your nipples in his warm mouth. You clutch his head partly for leverage and partly to just keep the suction on your sensitive breast, and throw your head back to bask in the sun and the overwhelming pleasure oozing through your body.

Eventually, your legs start to tire, and you drop your knees back into the water with two little splashes so you can grind on him again. You tug his hair to pull him off your chest, looking deep in his eyes before dragging him into a fiery kiss, your tongues dueling and lips smacking sloppily.

“Gray,” you whimper against his mouth, begging for more. More, more, more. This man, in all his beauty, is yours, and you want all of him.

He understands, urging you off of him and standing as he turns you to lay back in the shallow water. He takes advantage of being stood up to tug his swimsuit off the rest of the way, reaching down to do the same to your top and tosses both scraps of fabric onto the ground.

You recline back on your elbows and admire the way his dick stands tall and proud and shining with your juices. The way he looks down at you makes you feel sensual and pretty in the bright light of day, long hair swirling in the water around you, your body glistening in both elements as well. One of your hands travels down to your swollen pussy as you bite your lip and stare up at him as he moves above you. The sundeck is a big circle, and he pushes you further away from the steps so he can crawl over you and have plenty of room to lay you back with an arm pillowed under your head to keep it above the water.

Grayson hooks an elbow under one of your knees and sinks back into you with an easy thrust, your back arching as a whimper of his name breaks past your lips. His mouth finds your neck, and he sucks and nibbles the delicate skin there as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. The coolness of the water encompasses your back, contrasting with the heat of his body and the afternoon sun, and you wrap one arm around his shoulders while the other wedges between your bodies so your fingers can find your clit again.

“You’re so big,” you mewl into his ear, circling faster as his hips thrust harder. He loves when you talk him up like this, and you’re happy to do it, especially because everything you say to him is true. Your nails drag across his golden skin, leaving bright red welts in their wake and eliciting a loud groan from him as he tugs on your earlobe with his teeth in return. “So fuckin’ big, filling me up so good, baby.”

The pet name slips easily from your lips now, too. He grunts and pulls his head back to look into your eyes, and you melt at the pure lust and affection you see in his darkened orbs. His thrusts are now impossibly deep, jolting your body with each one as he brings you rapidly to the peak of your orgasm with his steady pace.

“You’re mine, Gray,” you whisper brokenly, your breaths getting knocked out of you as he fucks you hard and perfect. The realization and just saying the words out loud pushes you over the edge, eyes rolling back, your fingers faltering on your clit as your pussy flutters and spasms around his thick cock. “Oh my god, I’m cumming!”

Grayson moans loudly, and fucks you hard and sloppy for a few more beats until he’s right there with you, shooting inside you with whimpers of your name and boyish whines that you want to listen to on repeat forever.

His head falls onto your heaving chest as he comes down, and you hug him to you with a happy, satisfied grin on your lips. You feel weightless in a physical sense from the water and the high you’re still riding, but also emotionally as you grasp the reality of the shift in your relationship with this man. He is yours. He has been yours, even if neither of you were able to put a finger on it until now.

He sits up with a groan, and meets your grin with his own crooked smile before dipping his head down to kiss you softly.

“You’re mine, too.”

“Good.” You hum and smile bigger. “Now that we’ve got that settled, can we talk about growing your hair out again?”

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I think we all have those days where we just want to feel wanted and appreciated-- so that’s where the comfort letters come in!

I don’t do these very often, so if it’s an emergency, you can def expect one. I’ll be doing more of these once I get another milestone?? d;

PLEASE INCLUDE (these are all 1000 percent necessary):

- code word is pineapple so i know you read the rules

- trigger warnings

- and the rest is easy! All you have to do is tell me how you’re feeling. You might be feeling really down, and that’s okay! You might be really happy, but whatever it is, explain your situation and I’ll elaborate on it. If you have an account, I can also answer it privately if that’s easier for you.

Here’s the fun part:

You can request for any character you’d like in BNHA or Haikyuu (for other fandoms, lmk, i’m open!)

Or, you can just tell me your situation, and say you want me to pick the character that would make most sense to reply to. Please send off anon!

I’m here for you if you ever need it!

*note: i make absolutely no exceptions for comfort letters if they are closed. if you send one in, no matter the circumstance, i will delete it. thank you so much!

[lxveshotaro]

Discovery - Qian Kun

Warnings: Sub! Kun, Dom! Reader, Masturbation, Handjob, Orgasm Denial, Fingering

Plot: Kun finds something new for him to get off on, its a bit weird at first but he grows a desire to learn more about it.

A/N: F/N means “friends name” I didn’t use it that many times but it does appear. Also this turned out like extremely different than I expected it too. To the person who requested this: if you want me to write like a part two of this where she actually doms him and doe all that other stuff then lmk and I will do that for you.

The internet is a huge place, it’s a place where you could easily find out about something you previously knew nothing about. That’s what’s been happening to Kun a lot recently. It’s currently 2:30 am and Kun was scrolling through a porn site that he’d visit a lot in an attempt to get off on something. Watching the regular porn with terrible acting never quite did it for Kun, the homemade videos didn’t quite do it either. He was frustrated by it, why did nothing excite him anymore? He would get turned on for a split second but as soon as he’d go to touch himself all of his previous feelings would disappear.

He continued scrolling through the videos when he came across a video with Japanese in the title, judging by the thumbnail, it was something really kinky. He clicked on it out of pure curiosity. The video started with a woman in a skin tight leather outfit paired with matching leather heels, she enticed the viewers with her body and facial expressions. Shortly after a man would appear in the video, he was heavily laced in all types of bondage. It was shocking, the way she manhandled the man like he was nothing, the way she spoke to him in a harsh tone. Kun stared at the video and had no words for it, that is until he realized what was happening to him.

The woman was edging the man to no end but it turned Kun on. He felt bad for the guy but he also wanted to be the guy. In no time Kun found himself sprawled out on his bed, pantsless and panting, wanting more. He had been edging and pacing himself to match with the video. The woman in the video stops her movements, Kun also stopped his. Kun’s thighs were shaking as he denied himself for the 3rd time. It was like he was in a trance, he was being so obedient to the woman in the video without her even telling him to do anything. He felt as if his body was moving on it’s own as he thrusted into his own fist rapidly. His hair stuck to his forehead as his panting turned into whimpering. He pressed his lips together tightly so he could quiet himself.

“FuckFuckFuck!” His voice was merely a whisper as he grew closer to his orgasm, “Please, oh fuck please!” Kun felt his body cringe as he realized what he was doing, that discomfort quickly left him as the woman’s hand paced faster than before. He became breathless after picking up his pace as well, he needed to cum badly. His hand felt weak as he held his phone in front of his face. He couldn’t take it anymore, he placed his phone onto the bed and got lost in the pleasure that he bestowed upon himself. With his lip caught between his teeth and his hips raised off the bed he continued to stroke himself to his climax. Unintentionally at the same time as the man in the video, his much needed orgasm came crashing down on him. A decent load spilled over his hand as he cried out a bit too loudly. His hand flew to cover his mouth as he thrusted into his fist again to ride out his orgasm.

“What did I just do?” Kun sat up in his bed and turned on the light on his bedside table. He looked at the mess he made on himself. He cleaned himself off with a confused expression and just decided to go to bed instead of thinking about what he just did.

The next few weeks were filled with Kun very suspiciously researching femdom topics. He was shy just thinking about how often he had to masturbate while thinking about the things he’s learned about. It was one of those late nights and Kun was laying in bed trying to sleep. After his unsuccessful attempts he went on his phone to do the thing that he spent most of his time doing. 

After about an hour of scrolling and searching he found an ad. It immediately caught his attention, it looked like one of those awkward “milf in your neighborhood” ads. Nonetheless, he clicked on it to check it out. The page was for finding an ideal sexual partner, you go on a date and then they decide if they like you or not. The first thing that popped up were some questions about, gender, age, height, things of that nature. After getting past them they asked about what he was looking for when it came to a sexual partner. “Ugh! What am I doing!?” Kun threw his phone down and scratched his head out of frustration. He’d become like a new person, constantly horny, wanting to use random objects in sexual ways, wanting to find someone to fuck him. He would have just gone for it if he wasn’t so embarrassed. Hearing his own moans was still incredibly embarrassing to him and it caused him to cringe every time.

A bunch of “what ifs” ran through his head over and over again, “What if I don’t really like it, what if I sound weird, what if I’m not good at it, what if-” There were many things running through his head. You had been an acquaintance of his, you guys hardly know anything about each other. When you guys see each other, which is pretty often you just greet each other and go your separate ways. You work with Kun quite often since your friend needs you for an extra hand during recording sessions and things of that nature. Kun always thought you were beautiful and sweet, someone he wouldn’t mind asking for sex. He started with the what ifs again, “What if she doesn’t even like me or the idea?” He again got frustrated and decided to try to sleep again.

Everytime your friend would record he would ask you to be there for reading over lyrics or giving a second opinion on things to make the process easier. You went into the studio and greeted your friend, “Hey, is Kun here yet?” They shook their head, “No but he sent in some lyrics the other day, I went over them but can you read over them again?” You nodded and sat down to read them. Shortly after, the sound of the door caught your attention, causing you to look behind you. Kun was walking in when you looked, “Hey Kun!” You stood up and pulled him into a hug, he was always so cute to you. He flashed you a dimple filled smile which melted your heart a bit hence you ruffling his hair around. Kun got shy about the jester and smiled and giggled to himself a little.

Ruining the moment your friend spoke, “Okay let me show you this.” He walked over to Kun and showed him the changes he made to the song and shortly after that they started recording. You had to admit, Kun is extremely talented and watching him get extremely into the zone made him all the more attractive. You watched his facial expressions as he sang the lyrics, hitting each and every note perfectly.

"Amazing! Let's only go over the last part and you'll be out of here!" Right before your friends started up the recording again his phone rang, "Oh sorry, it's my girlfriend, I gotta take this." You nodded and watched him walk out of the room. Kun shuffled out of the recording booth which caught your attention, "Are you okay?" You smiled widely at Kun, "Uh.. yeah I um.. have a question.." He immediately regretted saying anything. "What is it?" You furrowed your eyebrows at his weird behavior.

Without saying much more Kun reaches into his pocket and pulls out some money, "You don't have to if you don't want to but this money might make it easier to say yes to." His nerves were getting the best of him as he spoke at an extremely fast pace, unable to stand still. "Woah Kun, what is this for?" Your body perked up and filled with confusion. "Uh I.. shit." Kun took a deep breath and sat down where your friend was sitting previously. He put the money on the table and hid his face in his hands and sat like that for a while. 

Still extremely confused and now concerned, you reached for him and placed a hand on his back, "Kun.. ar-" The door swung open again and you and Kun looked in that direction, "My girlfriend needs me to help her with her car, I'm sorry, I have to go for a bit. I'll call when I'm headed back this way." He completely ignored the wad of cash on the table and the fact that it looked like you made Kun cry. You just sent your friend a smile and a nod and waited for him to leave again.

"Okay, what is going on? Are you okay?" He sighed heavily, "It's just.. I'm.. nevermind, you won’t say yes.” He started to stand up but you grabbed his hand, “No no, you don’t know what I’ll say, what is it?” Another sigh left his lips, “I’m not good enough for what I’m going to ask, I’ve never done it before. It’s weird anyways..” You laughed, “I know we don’t know much about each other but everything about me is weird, come on, I’m not gonna judge you.” It took him a moment to even move from the position he was in. Without looking at you he spoke, “Well.. I um.. found this.. thing..” The more he spoke, he started to realize how embarrassing the story was, but it was too late to stop talking, he cleared his throat, “So, this.. website, had some videos on it and the video topic was femdom..” You interrupted, “Wait. You were going to pay me for sex?” He nodded, “I’m sorry..”

You crossed your legs, “Hey, look at me.” He turned to you slowly and saw your unreadable expression, “On your knees in front of me.” Kun looked confused, “Wha-” You interrupted again, “I said, get on your knees in front of me.” He was quick to obey you. Having learned from the videos he saw he got on his knees and held his head down in case you didn't want him to look at you. “Why didn’t you just get closer with me so that we could have sex? Why did you decide to pay me?” His voice was a mumble, he was ashamed of himself, “I did it because..” You placed your hand under his chin and lifted his face so he was looking up at you, “Continue.” He hesitated for a moment but looked beside you instead of at you, “I assumed you wouldn’t even want to have regular sex with me.. so I just-” You pulled his face to the side so that he would look at you again, “You love to assume things don’t you?” He nodded slowly.

“Come here.” He stood up and you pulled down his sweats. His boner sprung free, Kun’s hands wandered aimlessly before landing on your shoulders. One of your hands went on his hip and pulled him forward, “Sit.” He lowered himself onto your lap and looked down at your hand that was wrapped around him. “Good boy.” You started stroking his full length slowly. Kun’s thighs were so nice, the way they tensed when something felt good, the way his skin was extremely soft, it made him even more attractive. “C- can I kiss you?” You nodded, Kun’s lips were soft and his kiss was shy.

The strokes continued to be slow as you focused on kissing him. He started unintentionally thrusting into your fist which made you stop your movements. He pulled away from the kiss slightly, “I’m sorry.” You shook your head, “It’s okay.” His lips were swollen and red from the deep and messy kiss that you shared. Kun bit his lip as you sped up your strokes. He looked so beautiful with his hair stuck to his forehead as he struggled to hold himself up. "You're so beautiful you know that?" He made a twisted and unsure expression, "It's true Kun." He shuddered at the reassurance.

Your strokes were fast and your phone suddenly rang. You stopped your movements and leaned forward, stabilizing Kun with your hand, it was your friend calling. A sudden idea popped into your head, "Answer it." You handed Kun the phone, he took it but he hesitated, "Tell him I'm in the bathroom." Kun answered it and brought it up to his ear, his focus was on your hand and not on the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, it's Kun, Y/N's in the bathroom, I saw it was you so I just picked uH- up the ph-phone." Kun's face turned red from embarrassment as you ran your finger over his slit a few times. "Oh okay, so my girlfriend called me because-" By this point Kun wasn't listening, the movement of your hand completely occupied his thoughts right now. He caught his lip in between his teeth as he tried not to moan while you stroked him quickly. "Hello? Kun?" His attention was drawn back to the phone momentarily, "Yeah- s-sorry I-I'm writing.. lyrics.."

The closer he got the harder it was for him to stay quiet. You could hear your friend talking on the phone since you were very close to Kun. "I'll be up in about 5 minutes." Kun nodded and hung up the phone quickly, he didn't even bother putting it down. He moaned as you stroked his length skillfully in your hand. 

Kun held his eyes shut as he once again focused on the pleasure he was feeling. You slowed your pace as if you were stroking out his orgasm but he hadn’t cum yet. He opened his eyes and stared at you with a bewildered expression. “He’ll be back soon, go on, put your pants back on.” Kun shook his head frantically, “Please! It won’t take long, I was almost there!” Now you shook your head, “No, you can’t get my clothes dirty right? Unless you want me to tell F/N about this?” Your hand went to grab his length again, “No!” He finally pulled himself off of your lap. He struggled to get his pants over his aching boner and sitting down was a whole other debacle. 

“Y-you’re not gonna leave me like this right?” You just grabbed your phone and scrolled through social media again. “Please Y/N..” He leaned over and grabbed onto your arm, he moaned quietly, probably because of movement on his crotch. Before you could say anything the door opened once again. F/N looked confused, first he was the money, then he looked at Kun’s grip on your hand, “Uh-” Kun frantically let go of your arm and then sloppily collected the money. He was clumsy, normally he didn’t even slip up on his words but sexual frustration really proves its existence. You smiled at F/N, “Come on, let’s finish recording that last part.”

Watching Kun struggle on the monitor was the best part of this whole thing. The way he fiddled around but tensed up when he moved his legs too much was satisfying to you. He sounded so breathless and he was extremely distracted the whole time. You on the other hand just had a smug grin on your face the entire time. Your friend felt the weird tension in the air but he couldn’t quite tell what it was but it was a bit weird.

“Kun, are you alright?” F/N looked in Kun’s direction as he walked out of the recording room. You were right behind him so he couldn’t see you. A smile was plastered on your face as Kun came up with some excuse for why he was acting weird. His hair was thrown everywhere since he kept running his fingers through it out of frustration. “Well, we’ve finished the recording, you should head home. You too Y/N.” You nodded, smiled and stood up to pack up your things. Kun again, frantically started to pack up his things too. 

You walked out of the room first and he came out shortly after. He ran fast enough to get in front of you, “Y/N, please..” Before you could even think of an answer Kun had dropped to his knees and grabbed your hand, “Y/N please~” You tried to lift him up, “Okay, do you want it that badly? You can come to my place, just stand up please.” Once you got him up you were able to get situated and into the car. The ride was filled with Kun’s desperate whimpers and pants as the car bounced and moved along.

It took a bit for you guys to get into the house since Kun was dragging around his little problem. "Does it hurt baby?" Kun nodded as he continued to fiddle by the front door. "Come here sweetie." You walked into your bedroom and Kun followed closely behind you. You crouched down and unbuttoned Kun’s pants, when you pulled them down you were extra careful not to cause too much friction for him. You pumped him in your hand one time, Kun let out a shaky strangled moan, “Aww poor baby..” You pulled him closer to you and just held his erection in your hand, “What is it that you want me to do sweetheart?” He held your shoulders again like he did in the studio, “Fuck me please..” You tilted your head, “Have you ever even put anything in there?” He sighed and shrugged, “Don’t get fussy, I need to know this in order to make sure you’re comfortable.” He nodded, “I’m sorry.. I’ve tried to do things down there but I always stop myself..” You nodded.

You patted the bed and stood up to grab some lube from your stash. You walked back over to the bed and pushed him down slightly, “Should I teach you how to do it?” He nodded slightly and moved himself further onto the bed. “First, spread your legs so you have enough access to yourself.” He was shy about it but he did it anyways, “Here.” You leaned forward to squeeze lube onto his hand but he pulled it away, “Can you do it? Please?”

You nodded and squeezed the lube onto two of your fingers. Kun held his legs open for you like the good boy he is. You climbed onto the bed and rubbed lube onto his anus, “Are you ready?” He nodded desperately. You were laying on your stomach so you had access to both of your hands. One of them pressed slightly on his anus while your other one grabbed onto his cock. 

You first started pumping his sensitive cock in your hand, he hissed at the feeling. Making sure to pace your hand so he wouldn't cum you moved slowly at some times and faster at another. You continued to press against his entrance until your finger slipped in. He inhaled sharply as he wasn't expecting that to happen. You slowly moved one finger in and out of him, slightly stretching him in the process. 

You noticed all the times that he'd hear himself moan and get uncomfortable by it, "Kun." He let out a strangled moan as a response, "You sound beautiful." He blushed at the compliment that was random to him, "You look beautiful too." He couldn't give you an answer but you knew he heard you. By now you had completely stopped all movements on his dick and was just focusing on fingering him. 

As soon as you slipped in a second finger Kun's body was shaking, he was able to hold off his orgasm since he wanted to feel this more. You sped up your strokes, the shaky moan that Kun tried to fight back showed you just how close he was. Kun's hips started to roll as he felt the knot in his stomach build up even more. He couldn't hold it anymore and his cum shot upwards and landed on his stomach. His back arched as you continued to finger and stroke him through his orgasm. You smiled at the needy boy as he cried out from the pleasure. 

"Thank you Y/N." His voice was weak but meaningful, "Why are you thanking me?" You got up to get some tissues, "Because you didn't think I was weird or anything." You laughed, "I do think you're weird, but so am I." He laughed along with you, "Maybe next time we can do something more." He looked at you with curious eyes, "But for now, let's go take a bath." Kun could feel his heart melt, he loved being taken care of like this.

[whisperoftheheart1995]

Hey awake person who thinks ur really cool here! I'm bad at asks but I'll try my best lol. U have any recommendations for how to get into some of the better / more diverse of the recent marvel stuff? It's seems like there's some really cool series out there but theres so much content it's intimidating as a newcomer

ohh i can definitely help with that!! i totally understand, i had no idea where to begin when i first started reading. it gets easier though, and newer characters are definitely easier to get into because their reading lists are shorter/less complex. anyway some of my current favs 

champions- my favorite team of teen superheroes! lineup includes kamala khan, miles morales, sam alexander, amadeus cho, viv vision, riri williams, nadia van dyne, etc. i would say this is a must read bc it introduces so many great characters 

champions (2016) #1-27 + annual #1

champions (2019) #1 ongoing

unstoppable wasp- this is easily one of my favorite ongoing series! the artwork is some of my absolute favorite and nadia is basically the most bright and positive person in the entire marvel universe. she also has a lot of really great friends

unstoppable wasp (2017) #1-8

unstoppable wasp (2018) #1-3 ongoing

moon girl- lunella lafayette is a nine year old black girl and currently the smartest person in 616! plus she has a dinosaur so it’s a win win

moon girl and devil dinosaur (2016) #1-38 ongoing

ms. marvel- kamala khan is one of my favorite of the newer characters. admittedly, i do think the quality of her comics has gone down a little but she’s still worth getting to know

ms. marvel (2014) #1-19

ms. marvel (2016) #1-36 ongoing

shuri- you probably know who this is lol. her run isn’t the strongest thing i’ve read, but the artwork is beautiful and it’s still a good read. plus, her run is new and ongoing so it’s a quick read

shuri (2018) #1-3 ongoing

iron heart- i’m still new to riri williams and i’m trying to figure out myself what to read for her, but she started a solo run recently that’s off to a promising start and i’ll be keeping up with it. tony stark who

iron heart (2018) #1 ongoing 

silk- not ongoing, but it’s a short read and it’s solid. cindy moon is one of my favorites of the ridiculous number of people with spider powers. her origin comes from peter’s comics but it’s pretty problematic and honestly not necessary to read (i didn’t, and i had no trouble following her solos)

silk (2015) #1-7

silk (2016) #1-19

hopefully a few of these sound interesting to you! i do recommend miles’ stuff too (he also just started a new run!) but his is far more complex so lmk if you’re interested in that bc that’s a whole different post

some other general advice

readcomicsonline. you can basically find anything you’re looking for there. pay attention to the publication year as i find that’s the easiest way to locate what you’re looking for in a search

reading lists! there’s lots available on tumblr or other websites and they make more complex character runs much easier to understand

if you have questions, ask! 

[galadrieljones]

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[gotham--fc]

True true, I was gonna point out another very Toronto thing the six have done but it’s a mean chirp and your fave team so I’ll let them live 😂😂. They need to up the jersey game. Ayo we love that for the 6 keep sweeping the rivs!

And yeah good point it’s not like you have to change what you play in the song or whatever lol.

I don’t watch a ton of footy so I’ll agree but isn’t Spain like really good? Like I know thier defence is stacked, is thier forwards and mids the same (and thier goalie but I suppose if your defence is amazing you don’t need as strong as a goalie cause they’ll keep shots down and easy )

That’s fair, just play both that would be pretty cool!

That’s fair lol, I say one of my mates full name but switch the first letter of her first name for the first of her last, she gets annoyed but it’s funny , i also call her by the mispronounciation my brother called her when he was little (not sure how she still puts up with me 😂😂)

Fair 😂 I couldn’t eat cherry tomatoes full stop (tomatoes are ew to me unless they’re a sauce or soup lol) but I know people who eat it straight up.

It sounds interesting and cool, I’ve played rounders which sounds very (very) loosely similar (in that you hit and run and there’s bases) but yeah! Sounds fun and cool and I’m defo down for reccomendations (bonus points if they’re afternoon games). We also Stan an endless overtime, I ended up watching the lightning jackets ot game last year when it started , I went to sleep and boom still on 😂😂(I woke up at a weird time tbf but it was something like 4/5/6 OT)

I know usa need to hire us to design them a jersey (whilst I’m not the biggest fan I’d still give them a banging jersey)

😂😂 that’s amazing! My dad isn’t into hockey so will only watch if I am( or if I’m playing home) but it’s a big mood he’s the same way with footy with my brother. (Also this is probs obvious thinking about like logistics but the game on TV isn’t exactly bang on live there’s a good 15/20 second delay, i work at a stadium and they had tvs on for us (this only did this for like one game 😢) and it took a while for the goal on the to show following the cheers we heard lol )sometimes watch on stream with my friends and I’m usually a little ahead as I’m the one streaming and I ruin it for them too 😂 but I swear on the bus I was trying not to react because legit my whole team was watching (or I thought they were I think they switched off by that point) and I was quiet but just did a little happy jump and my teammate saw 😂😐 but after that I reacted to saves pretty freely after that lol .

Booo Toronto sucks glad you don’t like them 😂 Gritty is the phillidelphia flyers mascot, he’s wild he got accused of punching a dude earlier this year😂😂 be a Habs fan they’re the best we have a very cool goalie and pou played for the womens team when it existed (we are not doing good this season so maybe just vibe this season and care next season ? 😂😂)

The actual tape is generally the same (except colours and sometimes how chonky it is) but it’s like the way you do it that I do weird it’s like from the toe to like between 1/3 to 1/2 along the blade and then two strips on the bottom (probs easier if you look up stutzle stick tape ). My teams pretty much do thier entire blade or leave a bit of toe apart from one who tapes like me without the weird strips 😂 (sorry for talking about tape lmao)

😂😂 that’s a big mood tape can be a pain sometimes, she’s probably left the end of the tape on the bottom or worn through too much. I hate it when it’s new and one bit gets scuffed up but you know u need to replace the lot or it’ll ruin the blade/ how the puck moves.

I also really wanna design a jersey for usa so if u know of any design websites lmk lmao😂🏒🏒

Also gonna put the Canada game on they better win :(

I will not be accepting criticism of the six at this time 😂 for real though I do think their jerseys are *chefs kiss* I’m a big fan of their red and black ones (and they haven’t lost in red or black this season sooo)

Spain is really good right now! They just haven’t had the same investment or support from the federation as other teams until recently, so they weren’t really considered a threat to the top teams a couple years ago, they had an unlucky draw at the 2019 World Cup, I don’t think anyone wanted to face the us in the round of 16, so they didn’t qualify for the Olympics because they got knocked out really early in the World Cup, but since then they’ve really done well, they’re dominating the euros/World Cup qualifiers that are happening right now and when they played in the she believes cup in 2020 they were definitely one of the harder teams to beat for sure, I think it’s tough for a team like Spain in a tournament year if they’re not in it because at least it used to be that when voting for the end of season awards most journalists who vote only pay attention to the international tournaments so players who do really well for club and country outside those tournaments tend to get overlooked and then a player who did well in a major tournament or is popular (*ahem* rapinoe in 2019) wins even if they don’t deserve it (rapinoe played 5 games for the reign in 2019 and 5 for the us that’s ten (10) games I mean wat)

Also moood all my friends get so annoyed at me because I call them stupid things 😂

I like tomatoes so I will just eat them, I like tomato sauce too I suppose but really only with pasta, I don’t like tomato soup very much, but I like straight up tomatoes when they’re uncooked I’m not a fan of a cooked tomato unless I’m eating it with something else

Oh I love baseball when it’s like I’m watching a game and it’s about to go into like the 14th inning and I’ll turn it off because it’s gotten boring or something and turn it back on an hour later and they’re still playing 😂 it gets funny the longer a game goes on because teams will either run out of pitchers or coaches want to save some arms for the next game and they end up putting in position players to pitch 😂 it’s funny because batters normally face pitchers throwing 90+mph and then it’s like now they gotta face the 3rd basemen lobbing the ball in at 40mph like no one gets a hit because the timing is off but they still swing because they all wanna hit a homer 😂

I’m going to recommend you a game, it’s from 2015 it’s lowkey 4 hours long but you can skip the boring parts, it’s the blue jays vs the Texas rangers in the 2015 alds (American League division series) game 5 (whoever wins goes on to the alcs (American League championship series)) basically the way playoffs works the top 2 teams from each division play each other (the two “leagues” (American or national) are divided into divisions based on area so the jays are in the American league east) whoever wins their division plays in the championship series against the other team who won in their division so the jays are the east, and then you have I think it’s either west or central, but they play each other and whoever wins plays in the World Series against the top team from the other “league”, just a quick crash course on mlb playoffs, this game is a game I think about daily, it’s only 4 hours long because the 7th inning takes an hour a lot happens, it is the origin of the blue jays and rangers rivalry/blue jays and rougned odor rivalry

https://youtu.be/IEMMHrkItyg

There’s the link, if you watch this and think wow I love the blue jays and baseball then you can go look for the 1992 and 93 World Series games I will only recommend games where the jays win I will convert you to a jays fan 😂

My dad loves hockey, he’s mostly a nhl guy but if I’m watching a women’s game he will in typical dad fashion watch into the room and just stand in the doorway and watch while saying he doesn’t want to watch or that he has to go to do something and then when something exciting happens he will finally commit to sitting 😂

I love when streams aren’t synced 😂 sometimes I’ll stream a game on my laptop but I’ll start streaming it on my phone first because I’m never prepared and it’s faster to put it on my phone than wait for my laptop to load, and then when I finally get it loaded on my laptop it’s like a minute ahead of my phone 😂 me and my friend have been watching Hawkeye but our tv broke in our apartment so we can’t put it on the tv anymore and both of our laptops are small so we’ll watch it on our own laptops but try to hit play at the same time but it never works one of us is always ahead and we have to refrain from reacting to anything 😂

Okay then I’m a flyers fan 😂 who are the penguins then? Are they even hockey or am I way off? 😂 I suppose I can like the habs I think I like Carey price, and I’m pretty close to Montreal (I’m closer to Ottawa though given that I live there but whatever we don’t like the sens anyway)

I don’t know anything about hockey tape so that is helpful, I honestly just thought it was a put tape on stick doesn’t matter how but clearly not 😂

I don’t know any good design websites but if you find one and design a jersey you gotta let me see it 😂

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opinions on moving my comic to its own website and keeping the one on tumblr as well? pros i could easily customize it and it would probably be easier to read, cons it would cost $$$ lmk