#im coming in on my day off on tuesday to talk to them about this

[irl]

i fuckin hate my coworker so much i think i should be allowed just a little bit of maiming.. as a treat..

[patito-oward]

one of my favorite pieces of indycar lore is beadgate, also referred to as tubgate, and it is TRULY not talked about enough. in case any of you don’t know, here’s a deep dive into the lore.

to really get the full effect you have to rewind to may of 2021. for anyone who doesn’t know all of the drivers basically live in a lot together in motorhomes for the month of may. rossi returns to his bus one day to see that his golf cart had been put up on blocks, had the wheels taken off, and the wheels were now on top of his motorhome; see below:

so alex, because he’s the most predictable human alive, is furious. he’s determined to find out who did this and get revenge on them. eventually he breaks down sweet baby colton, who originally helped conor with the golf cart on blocks, and colton tells him it was conor.

alex had already narrowed it down to conor, but colton confirmed it. alex even overhears a call between conor and colton where conor is panicking thinking alex is onto them. then alex starts a deliberate plan to get him back and make his life hell. despite being very adamant that he had nothing to do with the golf cart conor is very careful because he knows revenge is coming.

throughout the next week and a half-ish alex tries everything to get conor back. conor is being very careful to lock his bus and car whenever he’s away, and he’s also stopped using his golf cart completely and hidden it somewhere at the speedway. alex is so dedicated to doing this that he finds out who conor was going on a date with that night (because conor was a bit of a whore before his girlfriend), dms the girl on instagram, and gets her in on this prank.

he basically asked her to keep an eye out for his motorhome keys in the car or on him, she says she doesn’t see him, but tells him where they went for dinner. rossi goes to this restaurant, convinces the valet to give him the keys to conor’s car and looks for the keys to his bus, they aren’t there. then, not willing to give up, he goes to conor’s house and breaks in, still can’t find the keys.

finally, he heads back to the speedway and decides he’ll fuck with his golf cart instead, but like i said, conor’s golf cart is MIA. rossi starts a search party for this golf cart, he has everyone he knows, including doug boles (president of ims and conor’s step dad), looking for this golf cart and they can not find it. he calls it off for 2021, but promises that he’s not done yet, and now has a whole year to plan his next prank.

a whole year goes by, it’s may 2022, and because conor is who he is he decides an inflatable hot tub is an absolute need for his motorhome.

he is so proud of himself for this thing and is showing it off to everyone, and the absolutely diabolical alex rossi sits back and laughs maniacally as everything falls into place.

alex does extensive research (as he does on most things) and finds out exactly how many orbeez it would take to fill the hot tub, and on tuesday morning of practice week he sneaks over to conor’s hot tub, and 4 hours later conor goes to show off his hot tub to someone and finds this:

conor is furious and on the hunt for who would’ve done this, he, wrongly, assumed that it was done monday night and therefore couldn’t be alex because alex was with him. the whole week goes by, and he still doesn’t know who it is, until the night of the victory banquet when alex drops this:

anyways this is my favorite thing ever hope you all enjoy as much as i do

[bbyquokka]

fizzy pop

– yn has a habit of bottling up their emotions, chan comforts them & explains the importance of communicating about feelings/emotions.

pairing | bang chan x gender neutral reader

genre | angst w comfort – 18+ is strongly advised!

cw | established relationship, mental health (low moods, low/no motivation, lose of interest in hobbies/things), pet names.

words | 2k ~ ( 2,042 )

notes | idk why but i've been putting off on posting this for months, maybe bc im nervous 🤔 don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

m.list — wips list — you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

it's just another day. another day of just being there. another day of feeling like you have no purpose in life except to please others. another day of wondering “what is the purpose of me being here?” you fake smiles, say you're "ok" because saying how you actually feel is exhausting.

aside from it feeling exhausting, you also don't want to draw attention to yourself and when you do speak, you feel stupid for doing so, so you keep it all in, bottle it up until it's too much for you to handle. some days you wonder why you even bother to get out off bed.

is it because of the birds you hear outside? the sun's heat that you want to feel on your skin? could it be the laughter and chitter chatter of others? or maybe you want to hear the rain on the leaves–who knows. all you know is that everyday is the same and it's tiring.

the days merge into one. what day is it even? monday? tuesday? oh wait, it's saturday morning. time doesn't exist anymore. in your mind you see no point in getting up out of bed because again, what's the point? 

so why is it that your boyfriend is gently shaking you, asking, no, begging you to get up.

“darlin'. please get up.” chan whispers as he gently shakes you by the shoulders. you sigh deeply, a tired sigh that causes chan to swallow and his suspicions to come to light.

you pull the duvet over your head, body curled in a small and fragile ball. the curtains are still drawn providing darkness despite the morning rays that wish to peak inside. 

chan has been up since the crack of dawn. he has showered, made breakfast and managed to get dressed. he gave you some extra time to sleep in because he knows you're not a morning person but when the number nine on his watch turned to twelve and you're still not up and out, does he grow concerned.

he's had his suspicions for a while. he's noticed how defeated you sound. how there is little to no energy in the words you speak. he's tried everything to cheer you up, thinking, hoping you were just having an off day. but that off day turned into an off week which slowly, but surely, turned into an off month.

you lost your passion for being creative, lost the will to make anything which you despise. being creative is one of the many pleasures you have in life, to be able to make something and share your creations with others is exhilarating but when you feel like this, your mood turns bitter and cold towards everything you do which results in you resenting everything you create.

you lost the energy to speak to people. to pick up the phone and just talk. you're not deliberately ignoring nor trying to be difficult but keeping conversations flowing is just too hard right now and when you think they're giving you the same energy back do you feel so guilty. 

what have i done to deserve this? why am i forced to feel like this. you find yourself questioning everything late at night. your head loud as soon as it hits the pillow and no amount of music you blast down your ears can silence those thoughts.

everything is so exhausting. everything is the same. you just want to disappear whether that be for a few days or forever, you're not quite sure, but certain people around you wont allow that to happen. they are keeping you afloat, head above water. you desperately and silently wish they never let you go, no matter how hard you fight and push them away.

“baby, please.” chan's words dripped with desperation. his knees on the bed behind you as he kneels causing the mattress to dip. his hands on your shoulders gently as his eyes bore into the duvet, burning holes into it until he is burning holes into you. tears threaten to spill down his soft cheeks as he becomes increasingly worried for you.

“chan..“ you whisper, your words shaking. “please.. leave me alone.” 

he swallows. those three last words he hates to hear. now he is left in a difficult position. should he do as you say and leave you? leave you to fester and rot in your own thoughts and feelings. watch you melt into the mattress and become nothing but a lifeless shell. or should he force himself, force you to acknowledge him. show you, tell you that's it's going to be ok–even if you don't believe him in the beginning.

but this is chan and you know more than anyone how stubborn chan can be.

“lets go take a shower yn, together! and maybe we can go out and get lunch at that café you love so much?”

silence. 

“or how about we go to that art shop! pick up those water colours you've been eyeing up for months?”

silence.

“ok well, what about some new cloth–”

“chan please!” you snap, causing him to jump. “what part of leave me alone don't you understand?!”

you don't mean to sound harsh and you hope chan doesn't take it to heart. the last thing you want is to hurt the one person you adore so much. luckily, chan knows you don't mean it but it doesn't hurt him any less.

“all of it.” he softly speaks. you feel the weight being lifted up off the mattress and footsteps against the wood flooring before the bedroom door squeaks open at the hinges.

your heart breaks. hot angry tears finally being set free and rolling down the bridge of your nose and cheeks, soaking into the material of your pillow. you sob, curling up into a ball even more as your heart aches in your chest. you grip onto the pillow as you silently cry out for chan, thinking he has completely left you alone.

but you did ask for it so why do you feel so guilty?

the duvet gets pulled back from you, the cold air hitting your hot and sweaty skin. the mattress dips once again as an arm snakes over your midriff. chest being pressed against your back as chan spoons you.

“don't cry, darlin'. i'm here, your channie is here.” his soft words provide you with a sense of comfort and an indescribable feeling of warmth as well as relief. his hand strokes your soft stomach, his lips kissing your neck so tenderly you worry that he isn't really there. 

“c-chan…” you sob through your words as a way of confirmation. you can't breathe, the pain of everything that's built up over the past months is making it impossible for you to breathe. your mind fogs over as your chest heaves up and down.

you struggle to take breaths as tears stream down your face. your pillow becomes soaked with your tears. chan strokes your unwashed hair gently, hushing you and singing softly to help ground you.

“sh sh sh. you're ok, you're safe.” he whispers.

“sorry! i'm sorry!” you repeat over and over again in your fits of tears. chan continues to hush you, noticing that it's not working so he gently rolls you over to face him and pulls you into his naked chest. 

the warmth and softness of his skin calms you down in an instant. his natural scent hugs your nostrils and sinks into your heart, soothing your heartbeat as well as your mind. you grip onto him, desperately trying to cling onto something before resulting in wrapping your arms around him tightly. 

he gives you a bear hug. arms around your shoulders gently, fingers raking and massaging your scalp. his chest wet with tears as he continues to hush you through your episode.

there isn't much he can do when you're crying like this except wait. wait for it to pass–and it does, fifteen minutes later.

“better?” he gently asks. you peer up at him to notice that his own cheeks are wet with a few tears slowly falling.

“you're crying..” you whisper as you reach up and wipe the tears away. chan laughs softly before leaning into your touch. “why?”

“because it pains me to see you like this, my love.” that guilt comes back, settling in your stomach and wrapping itself around your heart, like black fog. you look down, tears falling from your lower lash line.

“sorry..” you mumble.

“hey.” chan unwraps his arms from you to gently lift up your head. “it hurts because i can't do anything about it. it hurts because i love you! seeing you in so much pain is rough darling. and it's not physical pain either, it's not like i can put a band aid on your wound.”

“i'm sorry i'm like this, chan. sorry i'm so difficult and such a disappointment.”

“oi.” his tone of voice turns stern which causes you to look up at him. his brows furrowed together as he reaches and strokes your cheek. “you're not a disappointment or difficult baby. it's ok to feel like this, to have off days and feel like nothing is right, however, you have to come to me when you feel like this! or if you can't come to me, talk to a friend.”

“but i hate talking about my feelings, chan.. i feel like a burden and that it just bores people and when i do confined in people, it feels like i don't get the comfort i expect to get so i'm left thinking if it's worth it and if i just expect too much from people.”

“what have i told you about bottling things up, mhm?”

“that it's just going to keep building and building until i explode.” you mumble to which chan hums and nods too

“imagine you're a bottle of fizzy pop. your body is the bottle, your feelings are the fizzy liquid. what happens when you shake a bottle of fizzy pop?”

“it bubbles and explodes, creating a huge mess.”

“and what happens when you bottle your feelings up?”

“i get shaken up by the smallest of things, which causes me to bubble and explode..”

“mhm. you have to remember, my darling, that how you feel is valid. your feelings are valid. you might seem like it's something so small or stupid, but that something small could build and build and build.”

“so i should come to you whenever i feel negative?”

“yes.”

“even if i'm frustrated at a piece of work? even if i can't get a recipe right and it annoys me?”

“yes.”

“but that is so small and not as important..”

“yn, if it's bothering you then it's big. if it's bothering you, it's important to me. if you feel angry, upset, energy less, i beg that you come to me or to a friend! it's important that we voice these things, let it be known because you'll feel better.” he tucks your hair behind your ear gently before you nuzzle into his chest, thinking about what he's saying.

he is correct. he always is and that's the thing that sometimes bothers you, but in a good way! it just means that you can't hide anything from chan, whether it's good or bad and when you are feeling down, chan is always there to pick you back up and dust you off, providing you with love and comfort.

“shall we go shower together to start the day?”

“isnt it a bit late for that? besides, hasn't your day already started?” you mumble against his chest.

“it's never too late to start the day and besides, i don't mind ‘restarting’ my day if it means i get to do it with you.” he kisses the top of your head gently, stroking your back as you tangle your legs with his.

“soon.”

“soon?” he questions.

“i just want to spend some more minutes with you..”

“we can spend as many minutes together as you like, my darling. as long as you're happy and content.”

“i'm always happy and content with you, chan. you're my safe space.”

“and i hope i continue to be and provide you with that safe space, yn.”

[archangeldyke-all]

Ik tumblr keeps eating ur asks and im so sorrrryyyyyy😭

Sevika and reader just getting cockblocked? Whether it’s by little fucker or Silco being a pain in the ass and calling Sev to ask her if she could come to work at random ass times of the night. Idk I still need a nap.

HAHAHHA i love this sm

men and minors dni

monday

"she's finally asleep." sevika mumbles as she walks into your bedroom. you look up from you book dog-earring your page and closing it, before tossing it on the nightstand table and opening your arms for your wife to launch herself into.

she does without hesitation, jumping into bed on top of you, nuzzling against your neck as you giggle.

"had to read jack and the beanstalk ten times." she groans. "it's the only one she likes right now."

"thanks for tucking her in tonight." you chuckle, kissing your wife's head. "she was driving me crazy before you got home from work."

"she musta had sugar at daycare or somethin'." sevika mumbles. you chuckle.

"or cocaine." you consider. with the way your girl was jumping off the walls when she got home, you honestly wouldn't be surprised. sevika laughs, then picks her head up to smile down at you.

"hi." she greets. you reach up and cup her face. "feel like i haven't had a chance to talk to you all day."

"hi, love." you murmur, sweeping your thumb across her cheekbone. "how was work?"

she grunts, rolling her eyes. "fuckin' busy. silco's got his panties in a knot about the quarter deadline coming up, he's driving me crazy."

you pout up at her. "you're so patient, y'know?" you ask. she smiles softly. "workin' with him all day then comin' home and takin' care of the little shit for me."

"it's easier to keep my shit together when you're around." she says, shrugging. you sigh happily, and pull her down for a kiss.

"i love you." you mumble against her lips. she hums, her hands wandering up your sides and under your pajamas.

"i love you too." she says as she starts trailing kisses down your neck. her hands are squeezing your tits, her hips are shifting against you slowly. you melt into the mattress beneath you.

"sev." you whine.

"mmhmm?" she hums against your collarbone, where she's sucking a hickey.

"i want your mouth on me." you whisper. she groans.

"fuck, that sounds like a plan to me baby." she growls as she starts pulling at your pants. you let out a breathy laugh, helping sevika strip you and pushing the blankets out of the way.

she pushes your shirt under your armpits, starts kissing down your chest-- stopping at each tit to give them a few bites and kisses before continuing her path downward.

and just as she starts nuzzling her nose against your happy trail, little tiny footsteps start running toward your room.

you both jump apart-- sevika helps you pull your pants up as you push her to the other side of the mattress-- and your door slams open the moment your ass is covered up again.

you look over your shoulder at your daughter, grinning and wide awake as she stares at you two.

"can we play hide 'n seek?" she asks, smiling. you huff.

"you're supposed to be asleep, little miss."

she rolls her eyes in a way that's so similar to sevika your heart does a somersault. "ma, sleepin's boring. i wanna play!"

you groan, and sevika snorts.

"'m gonna give her some melatonin gummies." she mutters. then, "okay, kid, one quick round-- and winner gets fruit snacks!"

little fucker squeals.

tuesday

"fuck, honey, jus' like that." sevika growls. she's got you kneeling in front of her, your face buried in her cunt as she fucks your mouth. "perfect fuckin' mouth, baby." she whines.

you groan against her, relishing in the way she jolts at the vibrations.

you got work off for the afternoon for a doctors appointment, but got a call this morning that your doctor was sick. so, instead of just going home after lunch, you decided to visit sevika at work.

you planned on just bringing her some food, maybe eating with her for a bit until she needed to get back to work.

but when you'd gotten to her office, you found that the entire crew was gone except her-- all out for lunch that she decided to stay in from, still exhausted from staying up all night with the kid last night.

and what were you supposed to do? the office was empty, your wife was tired and in need of a pick-me-up, and she has a lock on her door.

so here you are.

"jesus fuck, 'm gonna cum all over this pretty face." she grunts.

you clench your thighs together, close without having been touched, getting off on your wife's pleasure.

her hands tangle in your hair, pushing you closer to her cunt. and just as her thigh starts to shake--

"sevika!" silco calls from outside her office door. the handle rattles.

"you gotta be fuckin' kidd--" she's cut off by more rattling.

"sevika i brought you lunch!" silco cries again.

"i got lunch!" she screams through the door.

"why the fuck is your door locked?"

sevika groans, and you chuckle. she looks down at you, pouts, then bends over and kisses your lips.

"sorry, baby." she whispers. you giggle.

"sorry for you." you say. "you're the one whose gonna be horny all day."

she pouts as she pulls you up to stand, and you chuckle, leaning forward to kiss her lower lip.

wednesday

wednesday's have become your married-with-child date-night. little fucker's babysitter is a sweet teenager down the street, too busy with basketball and debate team on the weekends to watch her on saturdays or fridays. so wednesday it is.

most days you have the kid come over to watch your girl, all her toys are in your house, it's just easier than lugging all her shit down the street.

but tonight, you and sevika have cancelled your dinner reservation downtown just to stay home and fuck. so little fucker's at molly's tonight.

the second the pair disappeared from view, little fucker chattering on and on about various species of beetles while her babysitter nodded along, sevika pushed you down onto the couch and straddled your lap.

now, she's riding your strap slowly, hypnotically circling her hips on top of you as she puts on a good show. her hair's loose, she's naked and moaning louder than usual-- unafraid of little ears overhearing-- on hand on your shoulder to steady herself as she fucks herself on your cock, the other on her tits to tease herself even more.

"fuck, sevika, you're the hottest woman in the fucking world." you whine, leaning forward to kiss against her tits. both of your hands on her ass, guiding her movements. you bring one hand between your bodies, circling her clit. she shudders, her head falling forward.

"your cock feels so fuckin' good." she whimpers.

her phone starts to ring. you let out a weak whine. "don't you dare." you growl. sevika laughs.

"fuck no. feels too fuckin' good, baby." she promises, pressing her lips against yours. you relax against her lips, nipping her lower lip gently. she shivers.

the ringing stops, and then thirty seconds later starts up again. you both groan.

"don't!" you whine when she looks over her shoulder at the coffee table where her phone's buzzing. she curses.

"it's the sitter." she grunts.

you whine, and when she stands off your cock, you both whimper.

"hullo?" she asks, still catching her breath as she pulls the phone to her ear. her face drops, and you know just from her expression that you're not gonna be fucking any more tonight. "fuck. how bad is it?" she asks. then she grunts. "i'll be over in ten. yeah, thanks molly." she hangs up, tosses her phone on the couch, then looks over at you with puppy eyes.

"our girl's sick?" you ask. she nods.

"vomiting everywhere."

you groan. "we're never gonna fuck again." you whine. sevika laughs.

"don't even joke like that. if i get cockblocked one more time i'm just gonna fuck you in front of whoever's bothering us." she grunts as she starts to dress herself. you chuckle.

thursday

neither of you even attempt to fuck on thursday. you take the day off to stay home with little fucker, who's got a nasty stomach bug. the poor kid.

you're cleaning vomit and diarrhea all day, and by the time sevika gets home, you're starting to feel a little sick too.

sevika just cuddles you, feeds you soup and medicine, and puts you to bed.

you wake up in the middle of the night to her curled tight around you, in the same position you fell asleep in hours ago. you kiss her arm, your heart warm at your wife's endless care and devotion, and fall back asleep.

friday

you finally manage to get a quickie in on friday.

you find sevika at the stove, sauteing some veggies for dinner, and quickly wrap your arms around her waist, shoving one of your hands down the front of her pants. she gasps.

"wha--"

"kid's playin' with the little twins down the street. think i can make you cum before they come beggin' for popsicles?" you ask, your fingers quickly finding her clit. she whimpers as you start to circle it.

"fuck, i hope so." she grunts. you laugh against her neck, grinding your crotch against her ass. "just don't lemme burn dinner." she whispers.

you giggle, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "i've missed you." you grunt. sevika shivers.

"i've missed you too, shit. had a dream about fuckin' you last night."

you whine behind her, rubbing her clit harder at her words. your grinds against her ass get a little more harsh. "yeah? how were you doin' it?" you ask.

"had you face down ass up on the bed, my face and fingers buried in your cunt." she admits. you gasp, biting her shoulder.

"fuck-- i love when you fuck me like that."

"i-i'm so close." sevika whimpers. "it's been so fuckin' long, baby."

"way too fucking long." you agree. "please cum baby, feel like i'll go crazy if i don't see you fall apart soon." you whine. sevika's breath hitches. you continue. "wanna feel you shake, wanna hear those sounds sev, ple--"

"oh shit!" sevika cries, reaching back to grab you as she cums in her pants. her thighs shake, and you broaden your stance so you can hold her before she collapses from her jelly-knees.

"there you go, baby-- fuck, just like that." you mumble. "oh, oh sev, you're so fuckin' good for me, fuck." you whimper as you cum against her ass.

you're both silent for a few minutes, catching your breath. at one point, sevika reaches out and turns the burner off on the stove. you chuckle against her.

"i know it's morally wrong to drug the little shit, but can we please knock her out just for tonight so i can fuck you in the mattress like you deserve?" sevika asks. you burst into giggles behind her, kissing her neck.

before you can answer, the sound of a gaggle of neighborhood kids approaching your house wanders in through the open window. you groan.

"here comes the popsicle brigade."

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tease tidbit tuesday

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thank ya darlins! yalls work is just !!!!!!!! so good!

here's a snip from my sort of secret project :) (and sorry it's long, im just excited)

Eddie offers Maddie his hand, palm up, no trace of a fist in sight, and her brown eyes flicker with something that could be relief, that smile fading away beneath the weight of grief clouded breath as she takes Eddie’s hand, clasping onto him like he’s the only support she has, like maybe if she holds his hand hard enough then Buck will feel it too.

“Do you need anything?” he winds up asking, unsure of what else he can do but needing to do something for someone other than himself.

Maddie shakes her head. Stops. Shrugs her shoulders. Laughs a little at herself. “I guess saying my brother would be a bit too pathetic, wouldn’t it?”

“No,” Eddie answers truthfully. “No. Not at all. I–” he sighs and lets the rest of that sentence fade away.

I need him too isn’t what she needs to hear right now and it’s not like saying that would do anything anyway.

It wouldn’t alleviate the sickly crush of his bones or the despair hardening his heart or the death that’s more alive in his veins than anything else.

Maddie squeezes his hand as if she understands and maybe she does.

It makes Eddie ache for his own sisters, for their energy and comfort. It makes him ache for a way to heal the hurt splintering across them both. It makes him ache for a time when he and her worked together to bandage up a wounded Buck while he smiled a bloody smile.

The two of them were always enough then. Not so much now.

“Remember the time Buck busted his nose while skateboarding?” Maddie asks and it sounds a bit like she’s talking more to herself than to Eddie but he listens as she continues, the image of a young Buck with curly hair a few shades lighter than it is now hanging in his eyes and coated in the blood smeared across his face so vivid in Eddie’s mind he could touch it.

“He was on the sidewalk trying to race alongside the cars that drove past, waving and smiling like an idiot to anyone that looked at him.” She huffs, laughter clearly not something she is fully capable of at the moment, amusement not strong enough to burst fully out of her.

“Idiot,” Eddie agrees, forcing himself to say it, the word falling out alongside a weak exhalation that was meant to be an answering smile or laugh.

What he really wants to do is beg her not to do this. It sounds too much like the things people kept saying to Eddie after Shannon’s funeral.

Remember when Shannon set firecrackers off during that one football game? Remember how she used to laugh so hard she’d snort? Remember the time she thought she could fix the car by herself even though she knew absolutely nothing about cars? Remember how beautiful she looked when y'all got married?

Everyone was desperate to hand off their memories of her, remind him of who she was as if he had forgotten. Perhaps he had at some point. But each memory felt like a knife slipping beneath his skin, slick and edged with a sharp sting.

It took everything he had not to shout back, Remember how she used to love me? Remember when she left me? When she left our son? Remember the way she used to always want to be around me and how quickly everything changed until she couldn’t stand being in my presence? She was leaving again, did you know? She knew I wasn’t enough, did you know?

Eddie doesn’t want to talk about Buck like he’s already gone. He doesn’t want another love to leave him behind again. He doesn’t want to even consider the possibility that these memories are one day all he will have left, that when he speaks of Buck it will always start with Remember and a story that couldn’t even come close to encapsulating everything Buck is.

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[bluegalaxygirl]

Night routine (Zosan x reader)

Im glad you all are liking my stories for this ship and i enjoy doing them. Zoro X Sanji x Reader, polly relationship headcannons. GN reader, established relationship. The other straw hat's are in it too.

Warning: bad Language, angst, Fluff, making out, suggestive content but no NSFW stuff.

You and your wild plans (inspired by 8 to 9 pm), First bath togeather (Inspired by 9 to 11 pm)

6 to 8 PM

^ Dinner has just ended, the dinning room table is always a mess but everyone enjoys the food. There is a schedule for who does the washing up on each day. Monday - Usopp and Franky , Tuesday - Reader and Chopper , Wednesday - Sanji and Zoro , Thursday - Franky and Robin , Friday - Luffy and Brook , Saturday - Nami and Robin , Sunday - Sanji and Reader. You along with Robin and Franky volunteered to do extra days so Sanji doesn't have too do the rest of the days alone. He cooked so you should clean.

^ Washing the dishes with Chopper is either silent or full of laughter. You wash while he dry's, you don't want his fur to get wet since it takes quite a while to dry and he has quite a few things to do before he goes to bed. If Chopper has learned something new that day he'll tell you about it, you many not understand what he's going on about some times but you still listen and nod your head from time to time.

^ When Zoro and Sanji do the dishes togeather its mostly silent both taking turns each week doing the washing or the drying, they both enjoy the silence since dinner was noisy as always and with the music coming from outside the kitchen, it creates a soothing environment for the two. Only after the dishes have been done and put away does the banter between the two start. It's playful, flirtatious and usually ends up with Zoro hoisting the cook up onto the counter and telling him off.

^ "Oi, behave before i make you" Zoro states one arm around the cooks waist keeping him still while the others poking at the cooks chest lightly. Sanji lets out a laugh pulling the swordsman closer by his belt "Or what three swords? you gonna punish me?" A sly smile forming on his face leaning closer to Zoro. "No, you'd enjoy that too much. i'll just have to ignore you" a cocky smile forms on the green haired mans face pulling away only to be tackled by Sanji "Oh no you don't." The cooks arms wrap around Zoro's neck whole his legs wrap around the swordsman's waist. "You cant ignore me if i stay like this" A laugh leaves Sanji's mouth feeling victorious "You little shit" Zoro growls with a grin holding Sanji up and kissing his neck making the cook laugh and pull away slightly, the opportunity was open and Zoro took it crashing his lips onto the chef's forcing his tongue into the mans mouth earning a moan. the two stayed like that for a while only pulling away for air, Sanji's face bright red "You got what you wanted?" Zoro asks continuing to tease the cook not letting him go from his strong grip. "Not quite" Sanji replays placing light kisses around Zoro's face.

^ When you and sanji do the dishes togeather its full of conversation, there's no particular topic you two talk about just what ever pops into your head. You both take turns washing and drying the dishes but you prefer to wash more since you know how important sanji's hands are to him. you never tell him that though, just saying you like doing it and of cause he lets you since he wont stop you doing something you like. after the dishes are done you two finish your conversation share a kiss and a hug before going to find your moss head.

^There was one day when Chopper let slip why you always wash the dishes and it made Sanji shocked, he didn't bring it up at the time but when you two did the dishes togeather again he deiced to bring it up again. You were just about to place you hands in the water when Sanji grabs them, holding them in his while pulling them away from the water "I'll do the dish's this time love" he says with a loving smile "No its ok i like doing it" you state like you always do only to be met by a response you weren't expecting "I know thats a lie, Chopper told me. I appreciate the thought my love but a little bit of water isn't going to hurt my hands" The shock soon wears off as you look at the cooks hand, you grab them and fold his hands out looking at the palms of his hands "Im not worried about you getting hurt, I know how much these mean to you" your thumbs running over the palms of his hands "I cant do much to help you with that but i can do the dishes" your gaze brakes away from Sanji's hands to his eyes, a slight shock look on his face before he pulls you in for a kiss, you thought it would be a quick one but you were wrong. As quick as a flash your picked up off the floor and placed on the counter, Sanji's hands running over your hips and up your back pulling you close into him before pulling out of the kiss. "Thank you" he lets out before kissing you again.

8 to 9 PM

^ Once the dishes are done and everyone has relaxed from their meals Luffy asks Brook to sing and play his violin or Piano. Of cause the Skeleton accepts playing what ever song is in his none existent heart. He will take requests of cause and they mainly come from either Robin, franky or Luffy. Around this time the three of you are togeather, while the rest of the crew dances and sings. Zoro pulls you two with him to sit in the grass watching the show away form the others. Its much more peaceful where you sit, it gives you three a chance to just relax, Zoro's always in the middle holding the both of you close to him, some times he'll pull one of you onto his lap just for the fun of it.

^ The show goes on as the sun sets over the water, sounds of the waves crashing lightly around the ship and the crew laughing, joking and dancing to the sound of Brook's music. You didn't even hear Zoro call you name at first, too lost in the beauty of the world in front of you. Hands grab your hips and lift you up like your a feather in the wind, this snaps you out of your trance, your body being placed on Zoro's lap and the sward mans arms moving from your hips to around your waist stopping you form going anywhere. "I was calling you" he states acting annoyed at you but you could tell he was slightly worried. "You ok my love?" sanji asks his head in Zoro's shoulder placing a hand in your thigh. "Yea sorry was just watching the sun set" you whispers leaning back into Zoro's broad chest, feeling comfortable that your not going to leave the swards man lets one hand leave your waits to wrap around sanji. "It is lovely" Sanji reply's looking out at the sea "You two are saps" Zoro comments earning a hit on the chest by Sanji "Its romantic." The cook scolds earning a huff from Zoro.

^ Some times you'll get Luffy coming over trying to get Zoro to join in, the man always refuses no matter how pushy Luffy can get. Luffy doesn't stop asking though, maybe he figures the next time he asks it will be a yes, until then he'll just keep asking. Sanji will try and encourage Zoro to join making the swards man blush and hide his head in either sanji's shoulder or yours. You on the other hand have had a plan brewing in your mind for a while now. you just need the right time to put it into action.

9 to 11 PM

^ Not everyone gets a shower or bath every day but you, Nami, Robin and Sanji do while the others get a bath two to three times a week. You like to shower alone, always have but Sanji and Zoro still try and get you to join them. They asks once and a while but don't push it, they know that No means No and respect you.

^ Sanji gets a bath every night once the girls have finished sometimes being joined by the other men. there are rare times with Zoro joins him, its mainly after a long day of training, the two boys just lay in there and relax, the hot water soothing their muscles. Zoro enjoys his baths placing a wet cloth on his head as he sinks into the water, a wave of relaxation and calmness washes over him. the only time it gets interrupted is if Luffy or Brook make a fuss about something, luckily it doesn't last too long tough but if it did Zoro would let them know.

^ You prefer the shower only once in a blue moon taking a bath, you would rather it be quick than sit there for a long time but you still take care of yourself. you use things with Honey or lavender in it for your hair leaving it silky soft and smelling nice. Sanji loves the smell of your hair and Zoro loves the feel, you'll never tell sanji your secret though even when he begs to know. as for your body you use simple stuff in the shower but coconut body butter for areas of your skin that have marks/tattoos/scars to keep them flexible.

^ Chopper is the first one to head to bed making sure he gets a full 8 hours of sleep. The others go off to do their own thing while you like to sit on the deck a bit longer reading a book to calm your mind before bed. Sanji usually checks the kitchen to make sure it hasn't been raised by Luffy and Usopp while Zoro gets ready for his watch.

^ Its not often Zoro goes to sleep early, he prefers to keep watch going to sleep only when some one else takes over his shift. in the mean time he likes to join you on the Deck and asking you to read to him. he doesn't follow along with what your reading he just likes hearing your voice.

^ Once Sanji is finished securing the kitchen he walks over to you two trying not to disturb you, finding it sweet how Zoro looks at you while your focused on the book. Its always Zoro that notices Sanji first giving the man a smile and patting his lap asking the cook to join them. Sanji gladly sits on the swards man's lap gaining your attention as he does so.

^ "All secure?" you asks feeling bad that he has to do this every night "yea, hopefully it stays that way" the cook leans back into Zoro pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Its his last smoke of the night and try's to make it last "Come to bed with us" Sanji faces Zoro after letting out a breath of smoke. Zoro sighs looking at the two of you "As much as i want to, i need to be on watch" he sates feeling you move to face him fully sitting on your knees "Your on watch every night" the sadness in your voice makes his heart almost brake "Come on, you one night" sanji pulls you with him into a hug with zoro hoping that will get the green haired man to change his mind. The conflicting feeling in Zoro's chest make it hard to decide but he soon give you an answer "I'll take tomorrow night off. its not fair to ask someone last minute to take over" His arms wrapping around the two of you hoping you will understand.

11 PM to 12 AM

^ By now Luffy, Usopp, Franky and Brook have headed to their rooms for the night. some of them dont sleep for a little while longer but the warmth of the rooms are better than the cold night sea air.

^ It's time you and Sanji went to bed so Sanji gets up and stamps out the last of his cigarette before turning to take your hand, helping you up form your seat. "Don't come to bed too late" Sanji smiles down at Zoro who couldn't be bothered to move "I won't. now get your asses to bed" he smiles up at you two. "Aren't you gonna kiss us good night" you ask with a frown, this always gets him moving even when he doesn't want to. Zoro gets up with a groan hating that he had to move. He places his hands on your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss, he pulls away to do the same to Sanji. "That better?" The swards man asks after pulling away.

^ For you tonight it isn't enough getting closer you grab his shirt and pull him closer to you "No" you whisper making sanji laugh a little "Come on Zo, you can't refuse Y/N" Sanji encourages running a hand up Zoro's size, he can't help but give in giving you another kiss pulling you in close by your hips and sliding his tongue into your mouth. you let out a groan as Zoro kisses harder "Go gentle" Sanji whispers in Zoro ear, the swards man doing as he's told for once and being more gentle before pulling away. your breathless but love it, you love him and Sanji, you couldn't ask for anything more. Sanji's hand still runs up and down zoro's side silently asking for a kiss as well. Of cause Zoro pulls him in for one deciding to go gentle since that's what the two of you seem to want. The swards man works his tongue into the cooks mouth exploring every inch, Sanji letting out a happy hum in response, Once Zoro feels like he's made the cook out of breath he pulls away with a smile leaving sanji with a small blush.

^ You and Sanji make your way to your shared bedroom leaving Zoro to head to the crows nest to start his watch. your bed is nice and warm when you get in, the light cotton duvet sheets are soft against your skin keeping the warm in and the cold night air out. As soon as you lay down and get comfy on your back Sanji cuddling up to you his head on your chest and an arm wrapped around your waist. Most people assume he's the one holding you but he likes being held, he can hear your heart beet and he like the feeling of your chest moving as you breath. You two just quietly talk to each other as you doze off, giving each other small kisses and words of love, Sanji kissing your jaw line and neck while you kiss his forehead and nose. Your always the first to fall asleep and he can tell when you are by year heart beat. he moves his head onto his pillow and falls asleep himself breathing in your smell. the lavender and honey always seem to clam him.

12 to 4 AM

^ Late into the night things are usually quirt, if anything happens Zoro can handle it just fine. Around 4 AM is when his watch is over and some one comes up to the crows nest to take over. He's tired by now just wanting to curl up in bed and sleep. Once in the room he tried to be quirt, taking off his shoes and placing his swards on a hook.

^ Crawling into bed he pulls the cover over him and wraps his arm around who ever is closest to him. He falls asleep very quickly but always say that he loves the two of you. in a way he's sacred to say it when your both awake, he doesn't know why but he hopes you both know that he does love you, even when he's being a cocky asshole.

[differentsublimephantom]

Hey y’all! I thought I should make a post explaining my AU and what’s happened to Ezra/Scribblecop in it, just because why not? So here is a messy timeline of events! This is a weird hodgepodge of info dumping, and fanfiction, so you have been warned.

PS!! This is heavily based on an amazing ((and sadly unfinished)) gcbc fanfic I’ve read, and I would’ve asked the og writer permission to use this storyline in my AU, but they have , since deleted their socials (other than discord), and when I looked them up on discord they had fully disappeared. Here is the fic in question, I encourage that you read it before you read this!

So full credit for the basic plot goes to them, and I’ve made a few tweaks and fleshed out the story more here and there, but I felt I had to give explicit credit to them for the ideas. (and Ezra as a name for scribble cop!)

So. Takos Tuesday has happened. Gc and bc are still recovering, and trying to make amends for the trouble they caused. They are no longer switching using the two faces, instead they now have clip-on sunglasses to switch between GC and bc. Emmet and the other masterbuilders crew have assembled a team of volunteers (including gc and bc) to help rebuild and repair the city!

Emmet has even gotten them out of trouble with the law a bit- giving them a deal that says they won’t have to go to jail, if they get mandated therapy, and 18 or so months of volunteering/service. They still have to go to court, but they both agree it’s better than being arrested. Gc and bc agree happily, and keep going to the volunteer meetings.

(Btw, president business has the same deal given to him. Emmet says it’s in the name of fairness. Baby boy has good intentions, but he is kinda naïve.)

Things are going great! Until they aren’t.

(Btw in my AU president business is an AWFUL person. I know that in canon he has a bit of a redemption arc, and in some rp blogs on here he is not the worst person, but in this universe he feels no real remorse for the things he did. *yet*.)

President business also attends the volunteer meetings, although he is always late by half an hour or more, and doesn’t seem to care. And one day he sits right next to GcBc.

(Okay, another side tangent! In the og fic I was inspired by, gcbc and ez have DID. I do not have DID. So I am very nervous to write a character with DID, because I’d hate to offend someone. That being said, I’m going to face my fears of hurting someone’s feelings, and try my best, so if I get anything horribly wrong IM SO SORRY, PLEASE CORRECT ME.)

At this point in time Ezra has not fully made himself know to gcbc. He didn’t really exist before takos Tuesday (because as I understand it, personalities/alters can sorta just appear after a traumatic enough experience? It’s just that DID can only start in people younger than 9ish?) so gcbc have no idea he’s now sharing a body with them.

Ezra was “created” (or whatever youd call it) by the traumatic event where Gc got his face erased, and essentially got put into a coma.

Because of this, president business is a trigger for Ezra, and when he sees him, he automatically comes to the front/is in control.

But GCBC DONT KNOW THAT YET. So, when business comes into a meeting (late as per usual) and sits down right next to gcbc, Ezra (who everyone thinks is GC btw!!) starts giving him a death glare. This prompts business to start teasing and messing with “GC”, and causes “GC” to lash out verbally back.

Lucy is having none of their sh*t, so she breaks them up, but when the actual GC comes into a meeting the next week, he gets pulled aside and asked by Metalbeard to either grow up and stop messing with business, or leave the meetings, and GC says that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Metalbeard doesn’t believe him, but let’s him off with a harsh warning.

(yeah, I know that sounds harsh, but the masterbuilders are kinda mean at the start, and get a redemption later.).

Time skip because after that nothing seems to happen, business isn’t sitting right next to the cops, so the problem seems to be solved! Gcbc visit their parents, who are recovering in the hospital (pa copp had his leg amputated btw) (inspo for that from this fic.)

Poor GC and bc seem to be disassociating more often, and things seem to be moving around their house that the both swear they didn’t move, but they just brush it off, because they’re both doing too well at the moment to worry about it.

Ezra is, of course, the one moving stuff, and the one who was fighting with business, but after the warning from Metalbeard, he quiets down. The next time he takes over, he finds a journal in their apartment. It’s an old one, before Vitruvius’ prophecy kinda old, and it just has some back-and-fourth messages from GC and bc when they were fronting alone, years before they worked for octan.

He decides to write something in it, and a day later GC and bc find it, and are UNDERSTANDABLY VERY CONFUSED. But they don’t know what else to do, so they just write back.

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“Hello. Is anyone reading this?”

“Yep! who is this??”

Two days later they get a reply:

“I don’t know.”

“Well who is writing this then?”

“I don’t know. Someone.”

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And that was that. They tried to get more of a response, but the mysterious writer stopped replying.

Ezra, I’m reality, was having an existential crisis, (You would to if you didn’t know who you were!), and was very worried when, two days to the court date he found out that they had to appear in court.

Why was he worried? 1. The poor guy doesn’t know why he has to go to court/what he did, 2. Business is going to be there, 3. He’s worried that the mandatory therapist will try to “cure him” by getting rid of him. Ezra is going through it in this fic.

Anyways, one more meeting happens before the court date, and as per usual, business is being an asshat. He decides to cause trouble. One more time he decides to mess with “GC” Ezra, and surprisingly, ez doesn’t react. Doesn’t respond. He’s too busy planning Business’ death.

Not kidding! Ezra tried to kill business. Just like the masterbuilders though, he has his redemption arc too. But for now… Ezra goes to business’ new, much smaller, office, the night before the court date. The old octan tower is mostly dismantled, and in ruins. Slowly being cleaned up, and taken away, piece by piece.

Ezra, pretending to be GC, gets business to come down to the front desk, where he explains to at he’s “tired of being a goody two shoes” and wants to run off with business. He doesn’t though, but business doesn’t know that. So he eagerly says yes.

Cut to the abandoned octan tower. “GC” says he wants to pick some stuff up before they flee the country, and business agrees, foolishly following him inside. Here’s where Ezra’s plan gets a bit.. not thought out on his part (ah yes, phantom, blame it on your characters not your writing!👍🏾)

Once business is inside, Ezra goes up to the buildings controls centre, it’s a very high tech place, so he can just press a button and lock all the doors in the building. No exit means no where to run. He finds an old blaster that still works, and sets fire to a few things with it: the emergency exit, the car they used to get there (through the emergency exits door, before he shoots that), and the controls centre itself.

Business may be a bad guy, but he’s certainly not stupid. He very quickly and correctly deduces what’s going on, and tries desperately to find a way out. (During all this, the masterbuilders have heard that business is apparently missing, and so is gcbc, so they visit the office building, and some other places to try and figure out what’s going on.)

This all culminates in Business disarming Ezra, and shooting him in the left leg. Ezra manages to outrun business long enough to make him temporarily loose his trail, and hides in the relic room. Business finds him, and Ezra admits defeat. Relics all around them, and Ezra backed into the desk at the back wall, sitting on the floor.

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“Just kill me.”

“What?”

“Just kill me! I know you want to, and you know there’s no way out of this anyways, so what’s the point?”

“…”

Business shrugs and picks up the sceptre.

“NO!- NO. Please. Not with that. Not with THAT! Use the blaster!!”

Ezra pleads. Business is in total shock. After all those years of working with GC and bc, business learned a little bit about how they work, and while pondering the situation, something clicks in his mind.

“…I’m… not.. talking to good cop, OR bad cop, right now… am I?”

“Took you long enough.” Ezra spits.

“Well who are you?”

“I’d rather you just kill me.”

“I’d rather know who I’m killing first.”

“….. I’m not fully sure who I am.” Ezra chokes on a stifled sob.

“Well what’s your name?”

“…I wanted it to be “Ezra” but now I’m not so sure about that..”

“Why not?..”

“It means protector.. and I dunno if you’ve noticed, but so far I’ve done a sh*t job o’ that.”

Business chuckles.

“Well, I think Ezra suits you.”

“Thanks.”

Silence. Then Business speaks again.

“This- All of this. It’s my fault isn’t it?”

“No kidding.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Okay? Why should I care? Am I supposed to forgive you?

“Well… isn’t that how it works?”

Ezra laughs tiredly. This psycho doesn’t even know how an apology works? Yeah, that tracks.

“No! No! That’s- of course that’s not how it works. You think that just because you say a few words, shake a few hands, and “pinkie swear you won’t do it ever again” that’s supposed to make things BETTER?!” Ezra screams. Business doesn’t reply, only snaps his head up to look at him, in response.

“You destroyed hundreds- no, THOUSANDS of lives, FORCED US to kill hundreds of innocent people, put my brother or whoever he is- IN A COMA. And after all that, you just say “sorry”? You are a sociopath. A crazy, irresponsible, cruel, evil, sociopath.”

Business simply stands there for a moment, Taking in Ezra’s words.

“….I’m not gonna kill you y’know.”

“Why not? It’d be better than jail for attempted murder.”

“Well…… you deserve better than this. I’m not killing you.”

“Fine! Let the fire and smoke kill us then.”

“Well we could try and get out of here?”

“Nope, I blocked the exits.”

“A window might work.”

“You shot my leg, I couldn’t land.”

“Well-“

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Masterbuilders to the rescue!!!!!! They finally figured out what was happening, and where they formerly evil pair (trio?) were. One spaceship building sequence later (thanks Benny) and they were off to the hospital for gcbc’s leg and to give business a check up.

On the very awkward ride over, business explained the very little info he had figured out, about Ezra and everything. The builders were confused, but nodded and smiled, thinking that business was talking crazy. Ezra had passed out due to the blood loss.

At the hospital, when gc and bc wake up, they are quite confused. Why was there a gunsh*t in their leg? And why were they here? And why were all the masterbuilders here? And why was Business here? A lot of understandable questions. Unfortunately for gcbc, Lucy didn’t think so.

Lucy is (like everyone except Business) going to get her redemption arc, but you can’t write a story without something driving the plot so..

Lucy thinks that gcbc were completely faking when they told Metalbeard they didn’t confront Business at the meeting, and that this is the same situation. As far as she knows, the only people in gcbcs body are GC and bc, and she’s not even sure if they are really two different people and not one who acts differently sometimes (go easy on her, she’s just very uneducated on personality disorders and stuff)

Lucy very loudly voices this, that she thinks they are faking and using the “we’re not the same person” thing as an excuse to do dumb stuff, just as Gcbc’s parents walk in.

Gc takes over, and (as calmly as he can) explains why Lucy is VERY WRONG and gives a 3ish minute crash course on DID to the builders. Then asks them to get the hell out of their hospital room. After a talk with their parents, they go home with them. (ma and pa live fairly close to gcbc, and are now both discharged from the hospital.).

The copp family happily goes home, and gcbc are sitting on their old bed, in their childhood room. After some conversation between GC and bc, they hear another voice in their head. Ezra says he’s sorry, and admits he definitely didn’t think that through, and GC and bc comfort him a bit.

Later in the morning (it’s morning now, because the incident that just happened, happened at night), Ma cop says she made some breakfast, and the boys leave their room. Pa is sitting at the dining table with a laminated piece of paper, a blank piece of paper, and an old mug filled with pens and pencils.

Ezra, Good Cop, and Bad Cop (who are all co-fronting at this point, aka their are all sharing control), sit down, and GC and bc instantly recognize the laminated paper.

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Gc: “Oh my goodness. Is that?-“

“Yes it is! Found it in my office.”

Bc: “Good lord, dad, you had that thing laminated?”

“For to the memories! Besides, it’s comin in handy now isn’t it?”

Ez: “Um…. What is that?”

“Oh- it’s just something the boys did when they were younger.”

At that moment, Ma (who had been listening to the conversation), walked in and answered the question Pa technically hadn’t.

“When the boys were younger, me an’ Pa were both very busy working all the time. And while Daniel was only ever alone for about 10 minutes before one of us came home from a shift- ten minutes was all my awful sister, their aunt, needed to call cps on me. They got put in a very awful foster home while me and Pa fought tooth-and-nail to get them back, and that’s when they got Dissociative Identity Disorder.. The poor dears were only seven at the time..” Ma paused to let him catch up, then continued.

“When they got back home to us, and after their diagnosis, they decided in order to get to know each other, they would both write down questions for one another, and us, on that piece of paper, and then we’d reply to them. Daniel uses the black pen, Danny blue, Pa green, and me red.“

Ezra nodded, taking in the information.

“So that’s when they split?”

“Yep. Went into the situation with one son, came out of it with two!” Pa joked.

“And although the ordeal was unfortunate, we are a bit thankful for it. I couldn’t imagine not having Danny here today!”

Ezra thought some more.

“So, Daniel came first then? Like- he was the host so to speak?”

“Yep!” The parents replied in unison.

“Er… and, who is Daniel again?”

Ezra got his answer in the form of four answers, all at the same time.

“Me. I’m Daniel.”

Gc: “You’ll have probably heard him be called Bad Cop. He’s very nice though buddy!”

Ma: “One of our sons. The “Bad One”.”

Pa: “That’s Bad Cop, lad. Danny is Good Cop.”

“Ah. Okay..” Everything was quiet for a moment, and then Ma spoke up.

“So, er, whom do we have the pleasure of speaking to?”

“…Ezra.”

“Well, welcome to the copp family Ezra.” Pa said.

“Thank you… uh, not to sound rude or anything but.. you guys don’t… hate me..Y’know, for the attempted murder thing..?” Ezra said cautiously. Both cops glanced at each other, and then back at Ezra. They looked like they had just seen a puppy get killed.

“Oh heavens no, dear!! We both know it’s hard to deal with. Poor Danny was very mixed up when he first “woke up”.” Ma looked very reassuring, and suddenly Ezra got the urge to hug her. But he didn’t.

“So…” pa starts.

“D’you want to do the questions thing?”

Ezra, Danny, and Daniel respond with an enthusiastic yes, with Ezra assigning himself an orange pen.

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As promised, this story has a happy ending. After Lucy’s mistake in the hospital, Benny (who has hyper fixated on different disorders including did, and knows a bunch about it) was very disappointed in the group, and gave them all a big infodump about it.

After the whole ordeal came out to the judge, the court date got pushed back. So, two weeks of recovering, and family bonding later, the cops entered the court room.

(I’ve written all of this in ONE DAY and am getting kinda tired of writing, so imma make the rest of the story pretty quick)

Good cop, bad cop, and Ezra thankfully don’t get in trouble for trying to kill business. The court figured that because Ezra didn’t actually SUCCEED in killing him, they’d just call it a lesson in karma for lord business and leave it at that.

(Yes I know that’s very inaccurate to what would happen irl, but this is a fanfiction based on a ten year old movie about LEGOS so I’m not exactly going for accuracy here.)

Lord/President Business is sent to jail instead of mandated therapy, partly because he agreed to run away with gcbc (the masterbuilders got video evidence from the office’s security camera) and partly because idk man I’m tired and because I said so.

After they get their sentences or whatever, the masterbuilders all come to apologize to gcbcsc, Lucy and Metalbeard especially. Benny invites the cops out for lunch with the masterbuilders (slight coppernaughts??) and they say yes. More apologies are said at lunch, for takos Tuesday, and for not being more supportive of the cops during the meetings and stuff like that, and all of them agree to start over as friends, and both parties agree to try and make amends for the past.

The end!

See? I told you this had a happy ending! Sorry this got rushed at the end, and I’m also sorry if this is hard to read/unclear? I tried. Also, if you made it this far: HOLY CRAP THANK YOU FOR READING ALL OF THIS. I DEFINITELY WROTE TOO MUCH. But who cares!!!

Anyways, I’m gonna take a nap now. Bye!

[brendughh]

Always appreciate your tags, @roomwithanopenfire @run-for-chamo-miles 🫶🫶🫶

Its a day late i know but finally i have something to share again

So, back in 2022, I made a we dont talk about the mage parody of the Encanto song, posted it here, and days after that, I started writing other parodies including Taylor Swift songs. The thing is after 2 full years, they are still WIPs. And i kinda need to finish one of them now because I promised @yoursecho one and they shall have it!!

So here are SIX SENTENCES (lines but whatever im proud its six) to pressure myself:

Im in the woods with your girlfriend she's upset

You know I really didn't get a things she said

'Cause she uses actual words unlike you...

You're in our room it's a typical Tuesday night

I'm eating my crisps and you glare as I take my bite

But I'd rather, lick your face and suck you...

Also, I've been so so invested recently in @philaet0s ' Social Media au that it literally spiked my interest again on tumblr, I thought maybe I'd try to give lyrics into one of Baz's songs.

And look, when i saw the part where baz and niall flirts on stage, i immediately thought of Troye Sivan's performance with Ross Lynch. (how could you not??) So the lyrics are based on the melody of his song, One Of Your Girls (the mv is good too, its soo raw)

Your hand, so rough so heavy

Yes god, both cheeks they're burning

Look at you

Have me drowning in your ocean blue

Taste the drip off our honey dew

Give me a blow if i ever defy you

Come and play, I'll be your toy

aaa! The vibes of these two parodies are so different. Whenever i do the ts one, it's like hacking Baz's hormonal mind, and it's easy in the sense that i know that teen! Baz could go full cringe. But the professional singer! Baz, well I'm saying sorry in advance if i can't hack it😆

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[josukebrainrot]

Please do more bucci gang headcannons i take anything!

a/n: I just got this and was going to save this for last, but I couldn’t sleep last couple of nights and started thinking all of the general hcs for bucci gang I have . So, here it is !!

WHY DID THIS TURN OUT SO LONG ???!

warnings: sfw and nsfw hcs (will be separated), giorno x mista shipping, light abba x burno and fugo x narancia, mentions of risotto team.

General Bucci Gang Headcanons

sfw

starting with my love for giomis. mista can’t sleep without having some weight on him, and somehow mista can convince giorno to sleep on top of him when they’re together. giorno won’t admit to mista he enjoys it just as much as he does

abbacchio can’t stand white wine. he only likes red and occasionally rose but only on special occasions

fugo’s way of calming down is to bake stuff, i think his favorite to make would be lemon squares for some reason

talking about lemons, despite his name meaning orange, narancia has a skin allergy to citrus fruits. he can eat them but if the juice gets on his skin it will get broken out and all

burno’s love language is remembering his loves one favorite things and giving them gifts related to those out of the blue like its just another tuesday, he will also do the same on special occasions

burno definitely helps abba put his crown thing on everyday

trish, fugo, and giorno definitely have to force mista to have proper hygiene

not saying its bad but it probably only showers once-twice a week and only brushes his teeth when they feel yucky

abbacchio loves soap operas not those crime drama ones he hates those but those dramatic cheesy ones with evil twins and shit

bruno on the other hand loves crime drama ones especially the lifetime movie ones

mista and narancia FYCKING HATE modern day mtv

narancia is somehow the only one of all the men who does in fact use 3 in 1 shampoo

mista used to use 2 in 1 until giorno came along and stopped him

burno has whole skin care routine

narancia hates the smell of axe body spray

it’s really most fragrances but axe is the one he hates the most

mista thought axe body spray was a replacement for showering for awhile

so did abba when he was a cop but thats a whole another can of worms

narancia looks like the type to collect coins and bills from different countries

bruno knows how to make excellent home made pasta, he def learned it from his father

trish makes fugo go shopping with her because she can’t mista and giorno to go in public for something like that

fugo collects different types of bugs specifically butterflies and moths

trish is pompompurin girlie tell me im wrong

mista is the my melody person of the group

btw abba is badtz-maru, narancia is kuromi, bruno is hello kitty, fugo is cinnamoroll, and giorno is keroppi

i know risotto’s group is supposed to hate brunos but i just know abba and prosciutto are friends who got together every couple of mouths to play poker/cards

fugo favorite animal crossing character is marshall

don’t get me started on the other members of the gang favorites

mista, narancia, ans trish definitely would force the others to see the barbie movie

abba sneaks out to see oppenheimer-

nsfw (hopefully this is short)

abba definitely has a dick piercing (idk which one but he does)

mista wants one

mista has collerbone piercings tho

fugo would have a tongue

(why aren’t this nsfw bc abba with a piercing got thinking about the others)

abba definitely uses his stand to replay his partners orgasms

fugos stand has definitely come out/started appearing when he was horny once

if you know of my one piece blog i once talked about how law would definitely use his devil power during sex (he can remove limbs, hearts, switch bodies, and switch places with things with it) same goes to bruno

he’s used his stand power on his partner, unzip their head off and-

fugo is the type to fuck in a library, on multiple occasions

feel like all of them would be into food play

especially fugo and bruno

i know for fact that giorno has asked mista “is that gun in your pants or you happy to see me” and its 50/50 chance of mista having his gun in the front of his pants or not

WHY DOES GIORNO DO THIS I DON’T KNOW ???

i think the whole mista needs to have a weight on him to sleep is also a sexual thing too. I feel like he likes to have his partners on top him when doing the deed 🤷🏻‍♀️

*cough* fugo’s into bondage *cough*

do you think giorno can use his stand powers on cum?

bruno and abba have strong cucking/voyeur vibes. one likes watching the other fuck someonex but its not like bruno is into abba fucking someone, its both of them. both are into seeing the other fuck

hands down, abba is consenting head pusher. he will only push a persons head during a bj if they consent to it

all these mfs are consent kings/queen btw

fugo might be into cnc tho

why am I making fugo the kinkiest

narancia doesn’t get shit, i feel like he would be very asexual in my mind like he makes sexual jokes and all but hes not really into it and all

someone here is into wax play but I don’t know who- well we know fugo probably is but abba maybe

WHY AM I MAKING FUGO THE KINKIEST HES TRAUMATIZED NOT HORNY AH

mistas into biting and face sitting

also collars-

mista biggest no no is car sex because you know-

WAIT- no I think fugo would still be into library sex despite what happened

melone invited abba and bruno to a sex club once

also maybe a strip club

prosciutto and abba kept making bets on who would get fucked up the most, etc

guess who got fucked up the most

[croucify]

✶ CLOSE2U — josh ovalle x reader

001 ✶ Some Girl

close2u masterlist – next

SUMMARY: you and josh's relationship over the years! (smau & irl)

DISCLAIMER: reader is a dark haired girl and for some pics that aren’t faceless, i’ll be using beabadoobee bcs she is Awe. Some. and also filipino LOL

A/N: i love and miss josh so much so i made this series!!! alsooo reader is a musician&youtuber

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joshua???? THE joshua ovalle? filmquaker?

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enya had called you earlier in the day to come hang out at their place as it has been a long time since you've seen each other.

5 minutes into their apartment, they started getting distracted and ended up using their electronics.

"guys what the fuck," you say, chuckling right after taking their photo. "this is actually insane."

"what? why?" enya looks up from her phone and scoots closer to you, trying to look at your phone.

you face the phone toward her and she laughs.

"drew looks fucking insane!" the two girls laugh and they hear the front door open. you're startled by it, thinking who it could possibly be as you knew only drew and enya lived here.

"i hear you bitches laughing at me and my apple vision, i just know y'all are jealous." the curly-haired man says, still focused on his gadget.

footsteps start being heard as the person gets closer to the living room.

you would've never expected it to be josh. "oh my god he's still on that?" he instantly says to enya while pointing to their roommate who was basically in his own little world.

then josh's gaze falls on you, he gives you a smile and you reciprocate it.

"he actually took it off when y/n got here then put it back on after 5 minutes..." he shakes his head, trying not to laugh as enya spoke.

"oh also! josh! this is y/n, i forgot this is your first time meeting each other!" enya introduces the two together and you both say hey at the same time.

josh sits on the other side of the sofa as enya continues to talk about what happened while he was out, his attention going from his two roommates and then to their visitor.

his friends have brought you up in the past, mostly enya as she was closer to you, talking about your music and your projects — even planning on inviting you over for the podcast.

"y/n over here told me earlier she was so obsessed with you during your vine era and said she actually found your family's social media and address before." enya jokes and laughs at herself.

you chuckle but feel your cheeks heat up as the first part is somewhat true.

"oh my god i didn't know you let in a psychopath in our apartment," josh replies and pretends to be scared.

all three of you laugh then drew takes the gadget off his eyes.

"damn now what are y'all talking about i want some attention too!" drew tells them and they all burst into laughter.

as the night went on, the four of you got to talk about everything and anything. then, enya remembered what she wanted to tell you.

"i almost forgot, are you free next week on tuesday?" her focus only on you while drew got up and went to their kitchen.

"yeah i think? why, what's up?" your head tilted a bit as you responded.

she smiles at you, looking at josh who looked up from his phone the moment you and enya started talking then she turns her head back to see where drew is.

"okay fuck it, i was gonna wait for drew but he's taking too long. we wanted to invite you to guest on the podcast!" she says excitedly as she sees your eyes widen.

"oh my god yeah of course!"

"drew! she said yes!" the curly-haired girl beside you exclaimed.

lmk if u wanna part of the taglist!!

[pup-pee]

VENT POST

i just started typing & i accidentally worte an essay

dont click read more if ur not ready 2 scroll or if u dont want 2 read some random persons thoughts

whenever my mother has a manic or depressive episode every1 looks 2 me 2 help her

bc 4 sone reason im ghe only 1 who understands??? but slso fucking like i dont want 2 i e been trying 2 help her w/various shit since i was born man like literally y do I have 2 help when shes drunk, or hallucinating, or angry, weeping, bored, delusional ect ect

like y me mannn

i wouldnt mind hanging around her if she wasnt a huge source of trauma 4 me god damn

like the problem is i dont mind bing around her its just she has the biggest victim complex & i cannot bare 2 b tricked in2 apologizing 2 her again & again & again & reliving moments that hurt me so i can explain y her actions were not just another tuesday & then she just brushes it off or resays the original statement so i try 2 resay what i said

or when i try 2 calm her down so i let her hold me & sob & i am so uncomfortable bc i dont like bing held by her & she grips my hand & squeezes me when hugging & its like man i dont want 2 deal w/this pls

but when any1 else tries 2 b around her they just make her worse?? make her more upset angry fucking they just trigger her off 4 some reason & she cant b around family or friends bc they just feed in2 her delusions & make them more real 4 her SO IG THATS Y IM THE 1 WHO HAS 2 DO EVERYTHING

4 SOME FUCKING REASON im the 1 ppl listen 2 but then on a dime they will just go “oh but ur the toungest ur not an adult u dont understand it doesnt work that way!” IVE LIVED W/THIS WOMEN MY ENTIRE LIFE I THINK I UNDERSTAND HER BETTER THAN WHEN U KNEW HER AS A CHILD. SHES A FUCKING ADULT TREAT HER LIKE 1

TREAT ME LIKE 1 I GUESS BC U WOULDNT HELP ME AS A KID

dude holy fucking balls im so annoyed bc i cant do anything im just thinking about what ive been doing this week & god damn i h8 the holidays

i want so badly 4 ppl 2 listen & understand me but the bias just DOESNT LET THEM IT DOESNT & IT SUCKS IT SUCKS SO MUCH

bc i can understand what my mother is going through. the mood swings the paranoid/intrusive thoughts the sudden depression BC REAL ME 2 GIRLIE

whcih sidenote my mother told me she was suppossed 2 get diagnosed when she was younger but didnt bc the walk 2 the therapists office each time was way 2 much & just like goddamn that sucks ass. bc imagine if she was able 2 cope better instead of alcohol & cigs & impulse buying all the useless shit

anyways mayb thats y my mother is able 2 stand me more than the others. bc i can relate. which also makes me more easy 2 manipulate but i think ive gotten better @ standing my ground? i hope. man.

mayb i shoukd like talk 2 a therapist bc i want 2 tak about these things but everytime i went 2 a therpist((multiple)) it was always “oh it seems u have it all figured out”

did i get cps called or alerted from me multiple times then got scared in2 talking further in2 it? maybe

but literally cps does jack shit

dude the cops came 2 my house bc my mothers dramatic & she wouldnt let me talk 2 them ((bc i was a minor @ the time)) & they jsut went “ah yes normal behavior.” she drunkenly told them wrong information about our family like that i had a sister? do not. she tried 2 she them the injuries that my dad gave her ((she had none)) & then just refused 2 let me b alone. & oh holy fucking shit. when the reaosn was “well its 2 hot!” i said “they can come inside” she said no

then it was bc i was a minor which doesnt matter bc law

like i had 2 shove her back inside dude it was awful

then when i opened the door she was like right there oacing around like i can not i cant

she did get held 4 that night bc they took it that she was the main disturbance & HOLY SHIT THAT WAS 1 OF THE MOST OEACEFUL NIGHTS IN A WHILE

but ohhh my god she has not let that shit go 2 this day

“they arrested me 4 no reason!” “do yk how AWDUL it is in jail? ofc u dont!” “they had 2 search me!! it was so violating”“ur father LIED 2 them 2 get me.” “those police were lazy & racist” ((i mean ur not weong but also ur not right in that moment)) “yk who had 2 pick me up bc ur father wouldnt? yeah so & so” LIKE YES I GET IT U HAD 2 SPEND 5 HRS IN WHERE EVER U WERE

ohhh my god listen i can understand how treatment can b traumatic but HOLY SHIT the thing that bugs me is how she doesnt realize SHE PUT HERSELF IN THERE

she called the cops of my father then got arrested like girl PLS

she dismisses everything based on those reasons then used them against us

OHH MY GOD I JUST REMEMBERED she tried 2 tell a friends parent who we ran in2 about all of this & i had 2 pull her away like do u know how embarrassing that is? i was trying on the fly 2 correct her BC I DIDNT NEED ANOTHER OUTSIDE INFLUENCE FEEDING IN2 MY MOTHERS VERSION OF EVENTS

im so fucking tired man. & then my father tries 2 defend her & its like my good sir u r the victim but also u neglectful asshole take care of urself the way u never took care of my brother or i

like hes fucked up but hes not a terrible person. outside of the transphobia, racism & other things that i think hea grown past? listen he used 2 b way more homophobic but like my mother helped him w/that shit

but oh my god dude i remneber coming out 2 my family in 8th grade & he went 2 his lesbian friend talking abiut me bing trans which. rude honestly. i wouldve rather him ask me questions not some girlie i never heard of. & holy shit she fed him the worst advice. “when i was younger i thought i shouldve been a boy when i was just gay” GIRL STFU IM SRRY I WENT THROUGH THAT BUT U R NOT ME

she made him so much more surr of himself then he shouldve been & im still struggling 2 explain shit 2 him

dude hes oit here talking about trans women in sports when i dont even play sports like hhhh

my mother has this friend who is like a professor 4 brain shit & shes a proud supporter of lgbtq+ everything

& like shes been wonderful. she supports me even if im 2 scarex 2 say stuff 2 her or cant text her bc i dont have her number angmkre & i dont want 2 intrude on her life

but its the way none of my parents believed her or took her advice on anything

shes my fairy godmother man like they will trust her w/my life if they got died gone but they cant take her advice w/something she literally has a degree in

& it SUCKS bc she believed in my mothers words about my father abusing her WHICH IM JUST SO FRUSTRATED ABOIT

i havent been able 2 talk 2 her bc of it man it sucks… also bc i dont have her number anymore haha lol lol ahaha hhh

& dude its like mutual abuse. my fathers a lot easier 2 b around than my mother most of the time but it flips so easily.

they both r just elly hard ppl 2 b around

i think i takw back that precious statement. theyre both rlly hard 2 b around

explainign the concept of racism 2 my dad is so difficult. bc he cant understand y asian like no-no words r hurtful bc he has an asian wife BUT THE MOMENT U BEING UP THE N WORD HE JSUT CANT WAIT 2 SAY IT 2 PROVE ME WRONG

LIKE DO U NOT UNDERSTAND THE SHIT UR SAYING

& HE JUST WANTS 2 TURN EVERYTHING IN2 A DEBATE ITS SOOO TIRING

like @ least my mother wants 2 hear me talk about my interests instead of telling me 2 shut up

like ik she guilt trips me but @ least she actually likes my company i think

idk man

i just want 2 have a relationship w/them but its so hard & i feel like giving up

my brother basically alr has but he has like, friends n shit dhjdksk

i dont rlly have other ppl like that((mainly my own fault im a pussy)) & it sucks bc i love ppl & man y do i have 2 have a brain that h8s me as much as my parents do

i just want 2 exist in my body & like laugh & smile & eat food a normal amount y is it so hard

y is it so hard 2 just talk 2 some1 when thats all i want 2 do it sucks

but 2mr is another day these feelings will pass & hopefully i will get better or some shit even if ive only been getting worse

this headache is making me reflect on my life man

got me cryinf & shit

god & i just keep thinking about laying in the hospital bed & the nurse telling me not 2 kill myself & her sharing a story about her brother & how he tried but lived & how hos attempt was much worse than mine & now i cant help but compare everything i do or think bc theres always some1 off worse than me stfu

like i will not attempt again ((until??)) @ least donald fucking trump is dead bc i will live off my spite 4 him

but oh my god i hope i can fix myself b4 then

mayb ill just keep setting goals of ppl i need 2 outlive bc @ least im better than them nomatter how much i suck

like jk rowling

is that how u spell her name i dont give a shit. but like i should just keep doing that? idrc how dark it is i just know ppl dont eant me 2 die even if i want 2 so ig ill do it 4 them

oh i just remmebered bing in the hospital bed & my mother yelling @ me then running out XDD im not ok dude that moment sucked that hurt so much & no1 even asked if i was ok mannn like ok let me dissociate on the bed while watching history channel whatever ancient aliens? ok let me just giggle @ this

YK WHAT SUCKED

Omg i couldnt sleep every in both the hospital & the pych ward bc i cant sleep if ppl r watching me

like if some1s looking @ me my body wakes up bc of just this fear instilled in me i suppose?

i think it happened bc of my parents

a mixture of bing forced 2 sleep in their bed & also my mother taken numerous pictures of my father ((& by consequence me)) 2 use as ammo agaisnt him

“oh he sleeps so much” “he snores os loud” “hes passed out drunk” like girl u have over a 1000 pictures of my dad just sleeping calm tf down

anyways i cant sleep if some1s looking loke the moment some1 opens my door i shoot up. which was useful when school tbh but i couldnt sleep @ ALLLL during the hospital bc theres a nurse there 24/7 & in the ward i got a roomm8 yk & the door checks

like ughhhhh i dont sleep well or long anyways unless i dont sleep 4 a while then my body knocks me out((which is what happens/ed)) but holy mollyyyy

i think existing in this world would b a lot better if i didnt confine myself 2 this house. if i like, got out yk? if i left it all bhind

which goddamn i tried like me running away was not a joke idk how ppl took it as that but whatever im so tired of just existing in here

like althoguh im in my safe cave((my room)) im always terrified of the next knock on my door or attempt of conversation

srsly if u want 2 talk or hang out w/me dont complain that i dont shut up u signed up 4 this shit U WANTED 2 HANG OIT W/ME

do u want me here or do u just want this idea of me 2 b here?? i cannot get over it. which fine if its a “i want 2 hear what were watching” situation but 1. subtitles. but fine fine i get it u dont like those so ill shut up or just leave

but dont complain when i leave

& WORSE

DONT B A HYPOCRITE & YAP MORE THAN I DO

watching fightclub was a NIGHTMARE bing told 2 b quite then hearing them talk 2 eqchother ot try 2 talk 2 me then when i would try 2 start a conversation it was like “oh mo we got 2 pause the show bc THIS is goinf 2 go on & on”

like ok goddamn ill shut up ig

i mean @ least when my brother watches stuff w/me ((which is not often)) he KNOWS ill talk. which is y he doesnt watch stuff w/me!! & thats fine!! WE HANG OUT IN DIFFERENT WAYS. like when he asked me 2 stick around during an oil change or when i talk 2 him when hes making food 4 himself like IS IT THAT HARD??

my brother is not a shining example of some1 who completely understand or is purely good. i mean in the car he will constantly say “jokes” calling ppl a slur then bing like “but yk i dont mean that in a bad way” like ok man whatever u grew up w/ny father i understand y u say this

i asked 1nce what the joke was & i think he like actually stuttered. like his brain had 2 load in a response bc it was just “what was the punchline?” “a joke doesnt have 2 have a punchline” “not rlly but most jokes r jokes 4 a reason. so what was the funny bit about that?” “it was just funny” like i dont think thats how it worksss

sigh but @ least their better than my fathers jokes. & my mother oh my god. her humor is literally “haha gangers wear their pants so low u can see their underwear”

& OHH MY GOD when my father tries 2 say we have the same humor

no sir we do fucking not shut the hell up. ive laughed @ 1 joke hes ever said in his entire life istg

he constantly turns 2 me & goes “how r u not laughing this is hilarious!” ITS BC WE DONT HAVE THE SAME SENSE OF HUMOR IVE BEEN TELLING U THIS

or mayb none of them r funny bc i can make them laugh but they cant make me laugh & its getting me rlly insecure

& oh my god if some1 makes 1 more fatphobic ass comment im going 2 send them 2 the time out corner I CANNOT

got in an argument about societies influence on whats “right or weong” & beauty standards came up. yk bc fatness doesnt equal beautiful or some shit like ok whatever i think theyre hot af but surr push ur views on2 me

like DUUDDEEEE trying 2 explain that sexiness is a person fucking opinion & not a fact just goes over EVERY1S HEAD

like hi. im trying 2 explain a concept & trying 2 b patient bc im basically destroying how uve lived ur entire life but pls listen 2 meee

4 some reason my family love 2 compare me & themselves 2 eachother & im so tired of that

i am not like u i dont want 2 b like u bc u make me so depressed i want 2 hurt myself 4 bing aeound u

when my brother compares me 2 our parents its in an effort 2 “change myself 4 the better” but i dont think this criticism actually helps me. it just makes me feel more like shit bc now i feel like im the person that hurt me so i hurt others & UGHHH its awful

my mother has compared me 2 my father in order 2 try 2 get me on her side. things like “thats what ur father would say.” “ur father thinks the same way” ect ect along those lines & its stupid & annoying & i h8 it

MY FATHER THO IS THE WORSSTTT 1 OF THEM ALL

he compared me 2 himself when its a positive trait & my mother when its a negative trait

“oh i 4got ur phone in the kitchen? haha u got that from me” “u 4got what day it is? u r ur mothers child”

“see ur smart & dont care about others opinions. u remind me of myself” “ur so sensitive like ur mother.”

“reading books & preferring physical materials? loving the library? u r my.. daug-child” “creativity? yeah thats ur mothers side of u”

“i like that we can talk about hard hitting questions during shows that dint distract us & let us dig deeper in2 whatever or smth.” “u talk so much. just like ur mother”

LIKE UGHHHH

ive only “rlly got 2 know him” in the oast 2 yrs bc b4 that he was rlly uhmm… absent? not gone but i just. idk he was much more of an alcoholic & seemed 2 care more about work then me

apparently thr thing that snapped him out of that mindset was when i told him i didnt have many memories of him

which

i dont

bc i just dont. unless its him bing drunk n shit & arguing/fighting like isk what 2 tell u

& OHHH my god im still confused about this memory i have bc 2 me ifs as fresh as daisies but my mother told me smth about thag night that i dont remmeber

in trying 2 incriminate my father she said smth WILDLY uncomfortable & now i have no idea if its true or not bc im sure its jot but what if it was & holy mother of jesus that scares me

bc i dont trust her but i want 2 & ik she cares about me but what if shes just trying 2 get me on her side BUT WHAT IF ITS TRUE.

that night was scary enough i dont need 2 think sbout it more mannn

ugh i h8 family vacations

like just any family outting. we got a flat tire bc father wouldnt listen when we daid “hey dont drive on sharp rocks” & then every1 got pissed @ eachothrr & then @ ME WHEN I TRIED 2 B OPTIMISTIC. then when waiting 4 a pick up 2 help us they got blasted drunk & my dad started hitting me in the fucking truck & when we got bsck 2 town my brother picked only ME up bc he doesnt care 4 my parents & he said i was the victim in that? sure whatever

but when my parents came home they started a fucking fight w/them while ienas in the shower so i got out & started 2 record the aufio bc i coudlnt rlly,,, like get out? my father threatening 2 fight my brother pushing him in2 corners forcing him out the soor my mother “trying” 2 make “them” stop but just making it worse bc again. victim complex she needs 2 b in the middle of eveything

& my brother just wanted 2 help me i feel so so so bad

the time when we were out of state bc my brother was moving away((has since been manipulated back yay go mother)) & my father fucking left my mother & i there. took the car & just drove back home. it wasnt the worst we had a hotel room & had a car but it still sucked.

we didnt have many vacations when i was younger bc my father was always working so my mother would take us places & honestly it was better bc she would always put on a persona like how she does when she works yk?

bit when my father would join 4 things like birthdays it always ended up in drunk fights & threats. even if we were bringing friends w/us on trips 2((not the birthday 1s))

there r times when my mother has gotten oanic attacks in the car from the way my father drives & i get like 2nd hand panic from that bc, ofc i do. & my father just gets pissed off @ her?? also my mother & i get vry motion sick so the way he drives also triggers that like crazy. but he gets upset when we mention it or constantly tell him 2 calm down bc if he doesnt stop switching lanes & taking sharp turn 1 or both of us will b throwing up.

& its usally me saying it bc im the only 1 who has the fucking balls apparently bc I DONT WANT 2 PUKE. & my mother cries so easily from him but she also abuses him & UGHHH ITS SO ANNOYINGLY COMPLICATIED

oh its also awful when my mother drives tho bc she drives drunk if were hanging out. like only if its me & her & omg i let her get away w/it way 2 much.

trying 2 convince her 2 pull over bc shes having a panic attack while shes drunk is not fun. on the interstate. its not fun.

like thats not all its just oh so tiring mann ughh woe is me i suppose

theres many times also when my father will just abandon 1 of us on the street. like ONLY if its only 1 of us in the car tho bc if theres another person they would prolly protest

ive been l8 2 school((& lost)) multiple times & man i got so many detentions bc i just couldnt wake him up which fair on that but god god god fucking damnit

just the power move of trying 2 get the other person 2 shut up bc ur having an argument by threatening 2 leave them on the side of the road or 2 not drive them somewhere or not pick them up is smth my dad consistently does 2 this day. not 2 me much anymore bc ive “learned my lesson” & i can usually talk my way out of it but he did do it 2 my mother like 2 weeks ago bc of such dumb reasons

it was so frustrating trying 2 express myself about trans shit & then getting like told he would force me out if i kept getting upset @ him so i just shut up about anything gender related until i was 18 bc that was the rule

& its useless bc i dont even have a say 4 myself still so who gives a shit i h8 everyhting it makes me so sad like y did i just let myself do that? y did i let myself intentionally get hrut?? bc i was scared?? i fucking guess. bc i wanted 2 prove myself? i had false hope. like its so frustrating

its apparently normal 4 families 2 fight but i dont like it. “ofc u would prefer ur friend u dont fight” like i think thats how its supposed 2 work?

then getting told “oh thats just how our family is. no1 would get us were unique were not like the other sheep families” like FUCK THAT i want 2 eat DINNER W/U

shout out 2 never eating dinner 2gether so when i did @ friends places i was scared & awkward

haha. fun. shout out 2 explaining im scared of helling but telling my friend im not when they do it then them telling me “thats not normal” i said yeah it is

i think about that a lot. bc i think thats when i rlly started 2 realize how not normal my family is. back in like elementary school.

my brother telling us his friends dont like them((our parents)) bc theyve been scared of them. like huh. when u dont grow up in a toxic environment ur able 2 tell when somethings toxic! go figure

& its rlly frustrating bc IK my parents r not inherently bad ppl. they care 4 us in their own fucked up way. they tried their best. they want the best 4 us & vowed 2 not let us grow up like them.

which, in a roundabout way actually did make is grow up like them but in like a different font.

my father has talked about not wanting us 2 b afraid of him bc he was afraid of his dad bc he would beat his ass. he didnt want us 2 worry about money.

but in a weird way that like, did make me incredibly afraid of him.

bc he worked all the time 2 get money, he was stressing himself out((& it wasnt just 4 my brother & i it was also bc my mother was pressuring tf iut of him & berating him about it)) but BC he was always working i never saw him. so when i did see him he was tired but he has insomnia & cant sleep 4 shit so he would drink 2 go 2 sleep

but he would drink a lot

but the drinking made him drunk of fucking course so he would argue w/mother & so eventually all i came 2 know him as was some1 who only yelled & fought

& that makes me scared of him.

hes forceful. hes self righteous. hes aggressive & if u dont think of him as right he will make u.

& he still is all of these things its just toned down bc hes stopped drinking as much. which has raised more probelms but i cannot b bothered 2 type them out hell no

but hes often told me that he fucked up more than his father. bc of the memory thing yk? when i told him i rlly dont have any good memories of him he broke down bc while he was scared of his dad, he still loved him & admired him. he had memories of his dad teaching him 2 fish & things like that

& i can tell hes improved as a dad i think. i mean im trying 2 b more supportive about it then my brother

giving him space when he finally gets sleep like,,, normal etiquette & also letting him vent 2 me or ask me uncomfortable questions. i try 2 answer them so he understands yk

i also try 2 push him 2 think himself tho bc he rlly just cant think outside of his bubble. like its extremely annoying. he will talk about how smart he is then say how the media is all liberal so he watches fox news 2 combat that like i get it i just want ppl 2 approve ur fucked up world view holy shit

but i can see him realizing like, what it is not 2 b such a hard person bc when i hugged him when he came back from a trip, he like, remembered

he was tired((3 days no sleep)) & just drove back but when he came home i gave him a hug bc idk, im a physical affection person & it kills me 2 b uncomfortable w/affection so ive been working on that. but also it just looked like he needed it

but he told me the next day about how much it meant 2 him so mayb hell understand?? sonething?? that i dont h8 him exactly,,, i think. but that i treat him the way i do bc of how hes treated me? & when hes less of a shit bag im less allergic 2 him?

idk that feels like how my mother treats him which puts a fowl taste in my mouth but i swear on my life its different. like i swear im not trying 2 manipulate him in2 doing what i want

which he seems 2 think i do try 2 do that? mostly in ways like of trying 2 make him think differently

which i will not deny. i would rather him not b transphobic & racist & whatever but hotdog its hard

this seems 2 b a common trait among all my family tho. when i try 2 explain a concept & then them telling me i got brainwashed by the media?? like mayb but also im not a h8ful person just bc of some1 existing so i think thats alright

its like the 1 point i can talk w/my mother tho. like its the only time she will listen. ALSO WHEN MY BROTHER SAID HE UNDERSTOOD THEY/THEM PRONLUNS?!?!? HOLY SHIT!!! i mean i dont use them BUT THE FACT HE ACKNOWLEDGES THEM MAKES ME SO HAPPY BC IT MEANS HE HAS BASIC HUMAN RESPECT

i mean did he out me 2 my fathers side of the family & now im scared 2 talk 2 them? yeah

but thats just bc i havent talked 2 them since i was in diapers & then when i did it was strange bc they were so normal ((minus the slight racism but they just,,, r white & live in utah. like seriously i like tea bc its good nor bc im asian & my hair is a natural color its not dyed. no u cant touch it???? no i dont speak asian wtf)) snyways but they did grow up mormon so hahah afriad

y r u as a man a mormon? u want more men? huh? is that it?

no but anyways yeah im scared of them. which is strange bc theyre rlly nice

but i think i just cant accept ppl in my family bing nice & accepting 2 me bc its rlly scary. like. i have cousins. i have fucking cousins & theyre younger than me & im scared of them

even on my mothers side im scared of my family

& its not just that but ive convicned myself that i feel alienated from them bc im also half asian so i just dont “fit in”

i dont. look like them. i dont have sinilar intrests im weird y am i crying

fuck y is it so hard 2 make human connection 4 me mannn like its rlly annoying i just want 2 b hapoy & talk 2 ppl but ive convinced myself every1 h8s me & my existence & that im annoying & irritating & have nothing if value 2 contribute 2 every so y would i bother them or any1 & i h8 myself 4 it so much

like no fucking wonder i like that fucked up fox boy sm r u shitting me. this shot stinksss mannn

& it also hurts bc my brother called me dumb 4 thinking like this bc hes never ever thought of it b4. which

fair enough ig

he doesnt care much 4 things like that.

but ig i just do

i think it all stemmed from my mother always pointing out im HALF asian like ALWAYS correcting me. & it just spiraled from there bc when i was younger i never even noticed i was asian yk what i mean? childhood innocence “i didnt see color” lol

but whenever i started 2 grow up & say smth like “its so strnage that ive noticed ppl dont eat rice 4 ever meal! bc as some1 whos asian-“ then she would cut me off & say “HALF asian”

& honestly it fucked me up 4 no goddamn reason.

like literally who cares. i say. as im crying tears. like i rlly dont understand y i care sm but it jsut hurts

like i dont feel whole. i dont belong in 1 or the other & its stupid ik but my brain still convinces me its true.

that bing said its always strange bc ppl consider me just asian. like i never had 2 clarify so it makes me wonder y my mother feels so vindictive 2 do so

like in 7th grade we were doing this gene thing. & guess what, the 2 asian kids were paired 2gether. so we basically just asked about facial features & based on the score we got we would b put in2 a certian number group

which makes sense ok its like basic understanding of how genetics works 4 beginners

but when calling the numbers, we both stood up 4 like number 13

& ONLY US

every1 turned 2 look @ us when a kid went “woah & its the inly asians” like ok lmao

but it just kinda makes me think about how no1 fucking cares that im wasian. im just asian & white. im both.

i am not a percentage of 1 that will tell me if im more white or asian it doesnt rlly work like that. u cant split me in half & say this is the white side & this is the asian side.

logically.

emptionally all that shit gets thrown out the middle bc of fuckign course ur half & half u twinkie bitch

i feel like ive lost the point of whatever im typing

it was noce 2 just kinda vent about it whicj i do way 2 often lol

will i post this? mayb mayb not. it is noce 2 post these tho bc 1, this is my blog its me. 2, it makes them feel lore real

like less imagination i suppose?

idk. wheneve i share these thoughts or recount these memories 2 my family it always gets pushed aside so i just kinda, want them here. ig

i mean ok i havent actually shared some of these thoguhts 2 them. like i mostly avoid talking about my od bc they dont want 2 hear about how they make me h8 myself way more than i alr do & when i even slightly hint @ that shit they press me more like “what did i dooo” like ok let me go down the list again

then jts the whole “prove it” like shit alright i have some recordinfd from thr last 2 hrs but thats it do u want those? no? u dont? bc they make u upset? ok

i got a christmas card from my grandma & grandpa & my grandma wrote about how she was interested in my like etsy store & wanted 2 hear morr about my adventures

which is crazy bc i havent talked 2 them since,,, shit like the last time i talked 2 them lol uhhh b4 they moved away. like way b4

but the fact that she remmebered is insane 2 me

its the same way i feel when my mother remmebers my favorite color is pink or when she knows i like tmnt

like when j started getting in2 comics & talk her about the last ronin & how i wanted 2 read it bc uhm guess who my fav turtle bro is. but i didnt expect he 2 remmeber snything or b interested @ all but she got me the whole fucking book

off of like amazing yk. but she saw that & got me it & thats insane 2 me

my mother often tries 2 buy back my affection which unfortunately works bc she actually lsitens 2 me

like 4 christmas she got me a new keyboard thats quieter bc ig she remembered whne i told her that my brither conplains that my keyboard is 2 loud @ night so i wanted a new 1 so i didnt wake him

& just

its things like that when ik she genuinely cares about me. like, how i remmeber her when i was younger, b4 she put on some sort of persona all the time

not that she buys me shit btw bc i rlly wished she stopped doing that but the fact she listens 2 me. like woah.

like she KNOWS i like flash & superman!! LIKE SHE KNOWS I LIKE THEM BETTER THAN BATMAN!! SHE KNOWS THIS!! i mean she cant rlly recall my favorite characters but i dont expect her 2 im honestly just super impressed he cared that much about my interests @ all

it makes me like glad. in a say like how my friends would remember my favorite characters. like when ie wtched toilet bound hanokokun i like tsukasa aka his brother fav character right there & MY BESTIE WAS ABLE 2 TELL THE DIFFERENCE BTWEEN THE BROTHERS BC THEY PAID ATTENTION 2 ME??

like they knew i love tohru from dragon maid & that i live snufkin so dearly they got me a silly gay ass moomins hoodie 4 my birthday

or that i called myself a dogboy as a silyl bht semi yk real bc haha cope cope cope & THEY GOT ME DOG EARS & I JUST

i regret so much bcoming scared of them

like i fear how bad of a friend that i am that i distanced myself from them bc im convinced they h8 me

but when i remmeber these things im like no obviously they cared enough 2 listen 2 u & also share interests w/u & hang out w/u on fucking skype & play ur games cause u played theirs & its so stupid im so stupid

im such an idiot i want 2 talk w/them again

theyve been my best friend since 4th grade ive known them since i was in 1st & they were the 1st person i came out 2 & when i thought i was about 2 b h8ed & casted aside they said no u idiot i care 4 u holy shit im an idiot

y am i so scared of them y do i not thijk im worthy of their time theyre my best friend i miss them

so much

i love them sk much & ive neve tild them bc ive been scared 2 say it 4 so long till this yr bc i genuinely love ppl & i want them 2 know i regret it so much

ive always been afraid of being close 2 them like sitting in the same bed or couch 2 watch a show bc ive always been sfraid o how bad i smell cause ive been told my entire life that i smell like shit bc i fucking do bc im 2 fucking broken 2 take shwoers ir properly take care of myself

but they wanted me 2 they wanted me 2 & i dont undertsnd & i feel so bad 4 not letting myself get closer bc when i ddi 2 another frind & they told me i dont smell like shit i dont know i dont knoww

i miss them so much ive hugged them like once & i want 2 do it again but i definitely dont deserve it after distancing myself like this

& it sucks bc this is exactly what my parents want man

they h8 their family & them bc they “changed me”

which rllt just means they made me more comfortable bing myself but whatever. they made me “loud” they made me “trans” ((even tho i came out 1st 2 them???” they r manipulating me & THEY STILL BRING THEM UP DISPITE ME NOT TALKING 2 THEM IN LIKE 7 MONTHS,, & that was just over text

i rlly miss them i miss all mybfriends but i dont think they should deal w/the baggage that is whatever the fuck i am mannn

i just rlly hope they dont think of me bc it will bring on bad feelings & i dont want 4 them

im sobbing way 2 much i started making sound

yk i was just quietly sobbing b4 but i started thinking about mt best friend & i just couldnt hold it back in this sucks

every since i considered them a friend my parents have been telling me how theyre awful & manipulate me

& how they dont like them or their family & i think its a pile of horse shit bc if anything were the manipulative bastards like tf & its partly my parents fuslt that i dont interact w/them bc i just cannot take my parents bing awful shit bags 2 them & their family 4 litterly just existing

i can take transphobia directed @ me whatever but the instant any of them being up them i lose it. i scream i yell i push away

like its so fucking aggravating.

i dont think theyre perfect. they dont think theyre perfect ik that. but the fact that my parents theink they & i do is SO ANNOYING

stop basing everything u belive in on fucking fiction, i dont live in ur imagination

i sm real. they r real. were ppl mot concepts u can play around w/& i cannot wrap my head around how that doesnt make sense

i miss my best friend

i miss bing a kid, but in the way i was hapoy bc i ddint understand or care 4 these things

now i can grasp them slightly better & my brain turns them agaisnt me & hurts me 4 no fucking reason so now i i want 2 just disappear & woopsie daisy fuck me blehhh

did yk i cant play muliplayer games bc they make me cry? i get so scared of playing w/other ppl that i start panicking & crying

but i played w/my friends bc they like multiplayers & they would accommodate 4 me & hype me up & i fucking miss positivity so much

bc like i would play like idv right? my im so insecure anout my skill & my friedn was higher rank so they used an alt account 2 pkay w/me even tho they said i was good enough 2 play w/their main

like its such a nice thing that i dont think theh noticed they said or did they were just. functioning as they normally did as a nice fucking considerate person & i crying iver it

im fucking crying

& i stopped talking 2 them bc im as asshole. & when i told them y i want them 2 stay away they said but ur not. but ur not ur just a dick sometimes & i want 2 cry bc wtf is the difference mann ejfjk what is the dofference

im so scared 2 reach out despite constantly crying out a call. ill work up 2 it i want 2 i need 2 i just rlly want 2. i just panic so fucking much i start crying like literally whats wrong w/me

whats the difference btween talking on tumblr & talkiing on discord/msgers?? what is it??? i dont know

my headaches gone down slightly now so im going 2 make food 4 myself

& prolly cry some more anyways

[alyx-the-witch]

Hello! my name is Alyx, and im a Hellenic Witch! i wanted to talk about my practice a little bit, and let other people know that its ok to be unconventional when it comes to your practice. you do what you think is best, and intuition is your best friend when it comes to designing your practice.

anyways, heres some things i do throughout the week to worship my Gods.

personally, i got very overwhelmed when i started worshipping, so i set up a schedule, giving each deity and myself a day of the week that coincided with their historical days of worship.

Sunday

This day is for Lord Apollon. for him, i wake up before the sun and have a glass of orange juice while i watch the sunrise. i also go for a walk, and feed the corvids (crows and ravens) in my neighborhood.

Monday

this day is for Lady Artemis. for her, i record the moon phase, go to a park near my house, and bring some food with me for any animals i might come across. this is also one of the days i cleanse my space and myself.

Tuesday

this day is for Lord Ares. for him, i go to the gym, spend any free time i have with my dogs, and take good care of my mental health.

Wednesday

this day is for Lady Hestia. this day is apart from her historical day, but i trusted my intuition and chose this day because she feels very centering and in the middle of everything, and wednesday’s give that energy for me. for her, i bake or cook something, veil, and make sure that im choosing kindness over everything else.

Thursday

this day is for Lord Thanatos. for him, i wear something dark, honor the dead by visiting the cemetery near my house and leaving offerings, and finding a butterfly in something. finding a butterfly is a bit unconventional, but butterflies remind me of the beauty and peacefulness of death. its actually funny because when i first started to worship him, he would send me monarchs. one of those times, i found one almost dead and drowned in a puddle, and i took care of it in its final moments.

Friday

this day is for me. i set aside time to take care of myself, i make sure i eat well and drink water, i go to the gym, and i try to get more sleep. because i am currently worshipping 6 Deities, i have one day left over, and so i treat myself on that day how i would treat a deity. obviously i never compare myself to them and never hold myself on the same level as them, but its important for me to set aside a day for myself.

Saturday

this day is for Lady Aphrodite. for her, i take an everything shower, do my makeup, and honor Water. to me, she is a Water Deity, because in her birth myth, the blood of Uranus and the sea mixed together, and she rose from the foam, so involving water in her worship is important to me.

Other Things i do for my Gods

i took a vow of chastity for Lady Hestia

i make my own offerings out of clay (im a ceramics student so thats easy for me)

i wrote my own prayers for them

i braid colors into my hair that reminds me of them (i do one color per day and on each of their days i braid it into my hair using string)

i use my hair as a tool for my practice, and take care of it well. i use it to express periods of my life, and periods of change. for example, i cut it all off when i decided to change myself, and morned my old self while it was short, and now that it grew back out, i am out of that period and into a different one.

i offer myself as a conduit for them to experience the human condition of the 2000’s. they can inhabit my body for a period of time and live my life, taste my food, experience working a modern job (🤢🤢🤢), stuff like that.

i have a playlist for each of them with songs they like/songs that remind me of them/ give off the same vibe. i listen to their playlist on their day

anyways, my posts will most likely be about my practice and anything i think might be helpful, please talk to me about any questions you have!

[noxxuniverse]

heyy! it’s 🌻anon! sorry i haven’t been on here in awhile, but i have two success stories!

so ive been busy with finals and shit but i decided to affirm that im gonna get 95% or higher on all of them, and we have like seven finals that we’ve had to take throughout the week. ive gotten the results for two. on my literature final i got full marks!! my teacher pulled me aside and told me since my close friend also got full marks, but that was reassuring. i also got a 98% on one religion final out of two (i go to a private school). we just finished them today but bro im excited to see my grades for them 😭😭

(( next one is a huge ass ramble to ill make a TL;DR at the end so you don’t have to read all of it if you don’t want to lmao ))

the second thing i manifested was my desired best friend! this was the one i was really excited for so it was kind of hard to keep my mind off it. so backstory i used to be friends with this guy when i was like reallyyy little im talking early elementary school days. obviously i mean usually you don’t stick with your friends from kindergarten but over the past year ive kind of had more of a liking to him since he’s one of the few people i actually went to elementary, middle, and now high school with. problem is he’s talked with my friend group before but every time he comes it’s like there’s an argument between two of my friends 😭😭

so he rotated at the beginning of the year between my friend group and his og one and i would get really happy once he talked with my friend group for a couple days but then he’d go back to his old one for two weeks. i eventually just developed the mindset that he just doesn’t want to be in our friend group and will only stay for a couple days, so huge mistake #1. this continued for like 2 months until he just completely stopped talking to us until the beginning of this week.

i found out about the manifestation community and i wanted to try to manifest him just to ‘test it out’ and literally the first few times i tried doubts just took over. i was relying on the “3D” but i stopped over consuming (hence why i haven’t been on this for two weeks) and read a few posts that kind of made it click. i tried again last Wednesday and kept affirming and shutting down doubts even on one day when it just felt impossible. on Tuesday, he started talking to us again and we went after school to study for finals together, but he’s still talking with his old group a lot. Wednesday, he talked with us again even though like on Tuesday he’s talking with his old group of friends (they’re really toxic btw, ive heard things from somebody in my friend group that used to be friends with the people he’s close friends with in the outer world rn). Yesterday, talked again and called after school. ik like i described earlier usually before he’d just talk to us for a few days then run off but it feels different now after finding the loa community, like it’s actually working and im so excited ❤️❤️

TLDR;

over the past week ive started manifesting my desired best friend after multiple attempts and the outer world is starting to conform! i want a little more, but i can tell that it’s starting to reflect and im really excited for what’s to come

thanks for listening to my rambling and you’ve helped me a lot through your blog, actually!! hope you have a good rest of your day and ill try and be more active lmaoo

WOO!! LETS GO!! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK FR <33

I'm glad to have been able to help you as well!!

[skeletonstarz]

Hey star people im gonna write/talk about an overwatch ship I've recently discovered. It's really cute and wholesome ^⁠_⁠^

Brigette & Venture. Ship name MedicRock created by @tortoiseshelf 💯🧙🦹

So hear me out, Brigette is working with torbjörn, her father, awww!! And they are having a chit chat as they work on their gears and gadget's suddenly torbjörn speaks up about a new person he had a conversation with a few months ago while exchanging tech. Also I'm gonna just write a sloppy little short story on how i could see them getting to know eachither and a possible hint of crushes between them . Mind you Im not a writer 😔‼️(⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

Short STORY!!! INCOMING !!!!

A nice breezy smell hit the two swedes on the face it felt nice as the sweat mixed with grease & oil made them feel clammy and gross on a humid afternoon. Torbjörn took noticed his daughter was unusually silent and he hated that, he might not be the best at keeping up with conversations but he knows how to keep up with his kids! He let out one of those old man noise that implies that he doesn't know how to start conversations but went on "Heerrrghg, I've met a certain chatty lad during the last few months, they seem to have a specialty with ancient relics!...as I've been told quite a bit a'bout MANY relics...to my dismay. Not that it was not interesting I'm just always being talked too...ya know, anyways they seem you're age..." Brigette looked at her father with concern because that's quite a mouthful for her father on a random Tuesday on his day off ....no less

So she sighed and turned her head away with a look of disinterest. "I already told you papa I'm not looking for a date anymore....it's..just hasn't worked out lately." Brigg didn't want to seem like a party pooper while her usually quiet father was starting the conversation first, so she just tried to keep it real for a moment. Torbjörn looked at his daughter with soft empathizing eyes as he came up with a response to his dismissive daughter. "Who said I wanted you to date this wacko! They have a death wish on both of them eyes!..I just want you to meet new people...ya'know how me and Reinhardt started. I hated him but...now he is your god father." He shrugged understanding how he might have come off but soon got back to work on his machine. Brigette took a moment to ponder who this person could be...she has met many of her father's consumers as she is soon on her way to creating her own machinery for medics on grounds. "How about this, if I ever meet this person...and we have a good conversation I will possibly keep up with them...sound good, papa?" She nudged her father with a shoulder and winked messing around with him, but being true to her word. He made a noise she knew to be one of his old man laughs and nod his head "That sounds quite alright. Don't feel pressured to see this as anything more than you want it to be brigette. You are a grown woman now! Just keep me in touch with...updates ya'know?" He said softly... Brigette smiled softly at her papa and nodded back to him and leaned in and gave him a side hug as she did the phone rang... 😦

"oh! Let me get that papa! But Seriously thank you for understanding.....Hello, Brigette Lindholm here!" She answered the phone with a polite voice (??k)

A voice on the other end spoke up with a raspy pitched voice, one that peaked her attention. "Oh Hi there!! I'm looking for mister Torbjörn Lindholm? Is he there at the moment?" The voice spoke on the other end with a certain jolly sunshine....soon turned into a bit of a panic flat tone in a sudden change. "Oh! Yes of course, I'll get him for you. Just a second!" Brigette said while motioning her father over. She then brought her hand over the phone and whispered "Sounds like this guy broke something by the tone of voice " she said with a half assed smile, not like it was the first time. "Of course, it always is.." he answered the phone and sighed loudly before answering. "Hello, What may I be of service today?.." a sudden loud "IT WASN'T MY FAULT THIS TIME." Was heard over the phone and Brigette looked over shocked but amused, then Torbjörn looked over with a deadpan look and he mouthed "This is the one." She then had her mouth had hit the floor and everyone exploded because I give up on this holy fuck Im never writing again

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Anyways yeah yeah, not much venture but I'll draw it because that's what I do best-er. Hey hey...I wanna be a rockstar...hey hey....rockstart

[kryceks]

kieren sideblog complaining essay

hi it’s me coming back to this blog bc i found the email and i need to write an essay on my feelings bc i feel crazy insane right now. i have been so crazy anxious recently and i know it’s definitely because of the impending new school but it’s making it hard to talk to people because im just so scared of everything which is the EXACT OPPOSITE of what i need right now if i want to be able to make friends at [college name]. so much has happened to me in the past week and everything is moving soooo quickly but it’s kind of my fault bc i waited so long to pay my tuition deposit. i feel so strange about every interaction i have lately and im back in “everyone wants to kill me” mode which is so unreal and i know it’s absurd and it’s just a crazy pattern i get into whenever im stressed and im trying my best to not let it take over but it’s getting crazy. in therapy on tuesday i was explaining my current scary issue and he was talking about how far ive come since my terrible winter and like yeah that’s true but here i am again getting back into these stupid ass patterns where i overthink things so much i can’t do them. i have had so much difficulty taking care of myself still & my apartment is still in shambles and im like trying to make a dent in it but it just goes back to awful again and i know i can ask one of my friends to come help me because she used to do that when i lived with nick but this is so bad im so embarrassed. i really really need to start making an even larger dent on my days off so if you guys see me blogging on monday and tuesday please kill me. i don’t think im depressed at the moment i think im just so not adjusted to the sisyphean tasks of life and thats something ive wanted and tried to work on but i just don’t try hard enough. i definitely have some health issue and its probably a vitamin deficiency going on but i forgot to tell my doctor during my appointment last week bc my hypersomnia seems worse like its so hard to get out of bed on my days off. when i can get out of bed i work on hobbies instead of cleaning which is a good thing that im able to do that again but also i need to be fixing my apartment. im just constantly going in circles about this and always complaining about it but never making significant progress in both executive function & being social irl and its like i know what i should do in these situations but i just cant and i feel like im making excuses for myself. so monday. i will try. also sorry if i go into hiding its because this all makes me so scared and then i get scared of how i interact with people when im stressed. i should put this under a readmore.

[kurtsascot]

thank you @rockitmans for the tag <3

this year was kind of a rollercoaster. im definitely in a transitionary period of my life right now, and its simultaneously exciting and terrifying, but, more than anything else, im so grateful that this year i decided to get back into writing again, and, im very glad that, in the spur of the moment, i decided to make a tumblr over the summer and join this fandom more actively. i have loved participating in the events and talking to people all over the world. i never want to leave !!

klainepolls has also been a such fun project with @carsonphillips … shes so funny and makes me laugh so hard. we talk to each other nearly every day at this point and its been so lovely to have an internet friend !!!!!

but anywayyyy heres an excerpt from klaine!clueless au, klueless, ugh as if!, whatever we want to call this sucker…… and im not going to lie, ive been having fun googling 90s terms and trying to weave them into this guy. (its not six sentences but i seriously doubt you guys will be mad about that)

and, theres still news about something unrelated coming tuesday :^)

“Hey Dad?”

“Mm?”

“Can we talk?”

Burt raises his head, his reading glasses hanging low on his nose. “Sure.” He sets his pile of envelopes to the side, on his mahogany end table and one of Elizabeth’s lace doilies. “What’s up, bud?”

Kurt worries his lip in between his teeth.

Burt’s eyes get a little wider. He takes off his glasses and sets them over top the pile of stationary. “What’s up?” He repeats as his eyes search Kurt’s face. “Is someone giving you trouble at school?”

“No.” Kurt turns to face him, shifts his one leg under himself, his other bent and hanging off the edge of the couch. “Did you ever have a problem that you couldn’t argue your way out of?”

Burt snakes his hand over the back of the couch. He looks down at his lap, and, calm yet firm, presses, “Tell me the problem, and we’ll figure out how to argue it.”

Wrong direction. That’s not- Kurt sighs. “No. It’s… It’s about a boy.”

tagging !!: @cryscendo @bitbybitwrites @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @fallevs @little-escapist @daisyishedwig (and….for a sketch maybe?? @esilher @warblercore )