#im not fucking prepared whatsoever

[sepherinaspoppies]

"Happy birthday, Haymitch!"

SUZANNE WHAT? HIS BIRTHDAY ON REAPING DAY?!?!

im so sick rn😭

suzanne you're paying for my future therapy sessions

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I am exhausted.

[nereidprinc3ss]

okay i know this is kind of a specific request but can you do something with professor Spence and uni reader where they get into a spat and argue bc she did something stupid and he gets mad and she’s like “noooo pls don’t be mad i hate when you’re mad at me I’m sorry🥺” bc she literally cannot function knowing she let him down (me with everybody) but he’s like super stubborn and goes all closed up and quiet so that he doesn’t like blow up on her until she finally says like “pls talk to me” and he’s all pissed and like “hell na bitch u crazy!🗣️‼️” but then later he’s like “it’s ok i love u but neva do that shit again ho” then they make up and it’s good again 🎀 ok i explained that so poorly (and comedically if i may) but i hope u get it and pls make it SO DRAMATIC bc I live for drama! like she steals test answers or something or does something that could like get her kicked out of school OR him lose his job 🤔 sigh … idk I’m leaving now. Also i LOOPOOOCE ORRKGOOVI love your fics. Luv em

hey girl (gender neutral) this made me laugh bc genuinely sometimes i write spencer so ooc that is what he sounds like. and i'm not sorry! anyway this is potentially a vyvanse fueled nightmare but i wrote it and i'm posting it MY BLOG MY RULES BITCHESSSS!!!! but genuinely read the content warning LMAO this one got a lil kick to it

warnings/tags: ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, fem!reader, spencer and r get into a for real argument like they're mean to each other, spencer is a lil toxic but its resolved, emotionally neglects reader just for a teeensy second but then he's really nice and sweet again, discussion of his past addic+ion, gets fluffy because i'm not EVIL, gets suggestive at the end bc i am secretly evil.......

a/n: i don't know whats happening. this confuses me just as much as it confuses you. its 3 am in the morning. im gonna post nice happy things soon. Gootbye

“I cannot believe you right now. I don’t even—I don’t even know what to say.” 

“Spencer, you don’t have to say anything. It has nothing to do with you, and I’m not looking for your approval.” 

He looks up from where he’d been rubbing his temples, like you’re a headache, eyebrows raised and lips parted in indignant disbelief. 

“Oh! You’re not looking for my approval? Well thank god for that, because if you were one of my students I would recommend expulsion to the board.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me? I just said I don’t care about your opinion on this, much less your hypothetical opinion from some alternate universe where you have any authority over my education whatsoever.” 

“You distributed an answer key to half of your class! Objectively this is the kind of thing that gets people expelled. I don’t understand how someone so smart could do something so fucking stupid.” 

The words bite more than you were prepared for—but what hurts even more is how much he seems to mean them. In arguments past you’d both said things you didn’t mean, and then would immediately melt into I’m so sorry’s and the fight would resolve itself. Spencer’s clenched jaw and inability to make eye contact with you do not lend themselves to tender apologies. They cannot be attributed to miscommunication. 

You take a step closer to where he’s bracing himself against the countertop, arms crossed defensively in front of your chest. 

“Spencer, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. People cheat in college all the time.” 

Still no reply. His head shakes so minutely you wonder if you’re imagining it. Panic wells in your chest. 

“Please talk to me. I really hate when you ice me out. I’m sorry, okay? Just... please say something.” 

Finally, his eyes slide to you. They lack the fiery anger of moments ago but there’s not much softness there either. His normally warm gaze now feels too abrasive, too cold and sharp on your bare skin. You're exposed, much too soft for that grating look, and it feels like he can see everything that’s wrong with you. 

“Believe me when I tell you this. I am doing us both a favor by not speaking to you right now.” 

And then he’s leaving the kitchen—nothing but a breeze against your cheek and the sound of a door slamming to prove he was ever there. 

The apartment is silent. You stand in the middle of the kitchen, unsure of what to do next. Spencer very, very rarely gets angry at you to the point of neglect, and you know he’s doing his best with what was modelled for him as a child and his tendency to feel things so deeply it’s nearly disabling; but that doesn’t make it hurt much less. It doesn’t make you feel less abandoned or alone.  

You’re sad, and you’re still pissed, and maybe you’re in just a bit of shock as you robotically move back to your nest of blankets on the couch and resume your schoolwork. What else is there to do? Unless Spencer is right—unless you really are about to get expelled after getting the answer key for an upcoming test from a friend, who then gave it to another friend, and so on. But is that really your fault?  

It’s a struggle to stay focused as your mind keeps drifting back to Spencer in the other room, those cruel words and that cold steely look in his eye that isn’t supposed to ever be aimed at you. It’s not a secret that side of him exists, but it doesn’t belong in this apartment. It’s not something he needs to use against you. He’s supposed to be on your side. But instead, he’d said you should be expelled and essentially called you stupid. And now you’re doing homework for a class at a school you may not even be a student of come Monday. 

---------------------------------------------------

The sound of the office door opening forty-five minutes later spikes your blood pressure and simultaneously makes your heart flutter, because no matter how mad at him you might be, Spencer is still Spencer.  

He comes to stand behind the couch quietly, but you don’t acknowledge him. Maybe your typing gets a bit more aggressive, but aside from that you flat out reject his presence. 

“Can we talk?” 

You let him sweat for a minute as you finish your paragraph. 

“I don’t know, Spencer. Can we? Or are you not done with your temper tantrum?” 

“That is... well deserved,” he sighs, rounding the couch and tapping the bottom of your foot, signaling that he wants you to move your legs. You despise how automatically you comply, pulling your knees to your chest to avoid touching him as he sits next to you. There’s a long moment of silence, in which you resume typing. Spencer scoffs, leaning in slightly to peer at your screen. “Are you doing homework right now? I’m a complete asshole to you and you just... do your homework?"

“What the fuck else was I supposed to do?” you almost-yell, slamming your laptop shut and blinking away potential tears. “The only person I wanted to talk to called me stupid and fucking left!” 

The tears realize their potential once you admit the blunt truth. 

Spencer carefully moves your laptop and pulls you into his arms—and you just let him. There’s not much fight left in you. There wasn’t a lot to begin with. 

“I am so sorry, angel. You’re right, I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have yelled, I shouldn’t have said what I said, I shouldn’t have walked away. I overreacted.” 

“Yeah, you really did,” you cry, allowing him to run his hand over your hair. “Why did you do that? Why were you so fucking mean?” 

His voice shakes slightly as he responds, betraying his own anxieties, and a new, unwelcome sense of trepidation slithers through your veins. 

“I was wondering that, too. Even as I was saying it, I knew—I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to be saying. And then I was in the other room and I wanted to be out here, and I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t. But I think I was just scared. Which—I know, doesn’t really make sense, but... I think about when Ethan dropped out of the academy, and ended up doing heroin in New Orleans for three years, and I think about when I almost left the BAU because I was so convinced I’d never get clean that I didn’t even want to anymore, and—and the idea of you losing your education and your direction like that terrified me, probably unreasonably, and I took it out on you. And I’m sorry.” 

“But I’m not like you or Ethan. You don’t have to worry about that. Even if I... even I do get in some sort of disciplinary trouble. That’s a road you don’t have to worry about me going down, ever.” 

He fixes some unseen wrinkle on your shirt.  

“Yeah, but, remember... I used to not be like me or Ethan either. Do you think twelve-year-old Spencer would have ever even considered that of the infinite realities and universes which exist, he was living in one where someday he’d be shooting up in the bathroom at work?” 

“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head and burying your face in Spencer’s shoulder. The sound is more of a plea for him to be less descriptive than an answer to his rhetorical question. It’s still much easier for him to talk about that part of his life than it is for you to have to actually imagine it. You didn’t know him then, but you’ve seen pictures, and you know Spencer now, and it’s... it’s just too much. Too sad. 

“Okay,” he agrees soothingly, still playing with your hair. “I digress. My point is that literally anything is possible, and while it’s not necessarily likely, I more than anyone know that anxiety even over the most improbable of things is never completely unfounded.”  

You sniffle in response, too emotionally and physically exhausted to contribute much to the conversation by this point. Thankfully, Spencer can talk for two. An idiosyncrasy which you love and comes in handy every once in a while. He can play his own devil’s advocate; in this case, you. 

“But that doesn’t mean I get to take it out on you. Ever. I truly, truly, sincerely apologize for that. I never want to hurt you.” 

You let the apology sink into your skin like a salve, soothing every abrasion those earlier words had left in their violent wake. 

After a few minutes, you find the energy to ask a question that might best remain unanswered. 

“Are you still mad at me?” 

He’s quiet for a beat, seemingly contemplative as his fingers trace abstract patterns in a language all his own on your arm. 

“I’m not thrilled. But you were right earlier. It’s not my place to be mad at you for something like that.” 

“Mm... it’s a little bit your place. You’re an actual professor.” 

He chuckles. 

“At an entirely different university.” 

“Thank god,” you laugh. “You and me at the same school would be such an HR clusterfuck.”

While it’s almost a serious matter, the smile in his voice is evident. 

“Yeah... I, uh... try not to think about it.” 

“Okay, but seriously. In your professional opinion. Am I fucked? Like, do I need to prepare an appeal and character witnesses or whatever?” 

Spencer sighs. 

“It was incredibly reckless and irresponsible. You should be ready for disciplinary pushback from the schoolboard if you get caught. That being said... because over sixty of you got a hold of the answer key, I doubt anyone is getting expelled, and even if they did, it would likely only be the TA and the student he gave the key to. It’s my tentative, professional opinion that you’ll probably be fine.” 

You relax slightly, allowing a tension you didn’t realize was there to shed like an old skin. 

“I’m not gonna cheat again,” you promise on an exhale. It’s simply too much risk for too little reward.

Spencer’s response is quiet, and comes much faster than you’d expected. 

“Oh, I know you aren’t. Because if you do, you’re going to have to worry about disciplinary action from me. And I’m not nearly as nice as the dean of your school, darling girl.” 

But something about the way he says it—a thinly veiled threat/promise contrasted by a sweet kiss to your forehead—doesn’t exactly make academic honesty look all that exciting.

[beomglocks]

☆.｡.:* pairing: asshole ceo!hyuka x assistant!reader

☆.｡.:* warnings & other : enemies to less hated enemies/lovers, kai is an asshole, very mean, reader is nonchalant, sub!reader, softdom!kai but like meandom aura idk how to explain it, reader lowkey likes kai but like hell no that's ur boss!, unless..., idk if i will ever expand on this concept but fhwuwe i just love the thought of mean CEO kai, im back just for this ig

☆.｡.:* wc : …

you hum to yourself quietly, picking up a white collared shirt that you believe best fits the vibe of the upcoming business meeting.

"what do you think of this one?" you ask calmly. you watch silently as your boss glances up briefly from his phone to look at the attire you've chosen. he cranes his neck back and forth before groaning dramatically.

"i hate it."

you stare at him with a neutral expression on your face as he goes back to gluing his eyes to his phone as if whatever he was doing on there was more important than the task at hand. "that's the fifth one today sir," you speak up.

there's not a hint of mockery in your tone whatsoever. you're just doing your job after all. was it easy? hell no. however, you weren't about to let this stuck up brat get you out of line.

you were used to kai's constant demands. as his secretary and right hand women it's only normal for you to be able to deal with whatever bullshit was thrown your way. you were tougher than he gave you credit for and he had never acknowledged it but you were the only one who had stuck around.

the thing was, kai was used to getting everything he wanted but that all halted once you became his assistant.

normally he could get anything and anyone no matter what. the latest car or prettiest girl to play around with, you name it. he had a habit of fucking around with his assistants until you showed up. the moment you stepped into his office for the interview you were already on his hit list. thankfully you had a friend who worked here already so you knew of his advances towards the woman he worked with.

"its a good thing you're pretty, we'll look good standing next to each other," he had quipped once you sat down. you had held a straight face and answered plainly, not giving in to his advances.

"with all due respect sir, im here to work, not be a trophy on a wall to you." you still remember the way scoffed at you. as if to say, "we'll see". you can tell he didn't like that one bit.

sure, he had hired you despite the rudeness you gave him on the first encounter, why wouldn't he? your resume was impressive. long list of amazing companies he rivaled with in the past and you were smart. sure, he cared about all that in the grand scheme of things but he mainly hired you because you were his type. however, he kept you on a tight leash. metaphorically but he wouldn't be opposed if it were literal. he knew you weren't the type to condone his flirtatious advances and he hated that so he made your life a living hell in return.

no longer was he the boss who occasionally flirted with you and held the door open whenever you were running late. no. he had turned into somewhat of a tyrant, throwing fits over you not liking him in that way and penalizing you for even being just a second late. everyone in the office knew it was never a good day for you if you had to physically be around him.

he sighs, throwing his phone haphazardly on his bed. he rubs his face with his hands as if he's trying to cool himself off from exploding at you. you put the shirt down on the chair closest to the walk in closet, preparing for whatever he has to say to you.

"y/n-" he pauses to look up at you. his blonde hair is strewn all over the place and he has a bored expression. his eyes are narrowed and the way he's looking at you should make you feel small but it doesn't work. at least not outwardly. you'd be lying if you said the way he looked at you didn't make you throb a bit. but you couldn't and wouldn't ever let him win. you didn't care if he was nice or mean to you.

right now though, he's clearly masking the irritation in his eyes with a neutral face.

"i give you the keys to my very expensive, very lavish house not so you can chastise me about my fashion choices and my likes and dislikes but so that you can do your goddamn job and choose the best option for me."

"if i knew what i wanted to fucking wear i wouldn't have hired you in the first place don't you think?" he finishes. you raise your eyes row when he curses at you but remain silent.

he must've really been in a bad mood to curse at you because you don't think he's ever done that. he was mean but never to the point of swearing at you. that's how you knew today he wasn't having it.

he walks up to your still figure at the front of the closet. you're significantly shorter than him which he uses as a way to assert his dominance. he holds your jaw and inspects your face. he hates that you have such an indifferent expression on your face, you swear you see his eye twitch a bit.

"i hate that stupid look on your face," he mutters. "i curse at you and you don't even flinch, i flirt with you and you turn me down.. what do i do to break you?" he asks more to himself than you.

he holds that position for a while, waiting for anything, any sign that will help him out in this situation. you purse your lips because you know exactly what he's waiting for.

an invitation.

"im just here to do my job kai. i don't want to fool around with you." you say. "no matter how you are," you say to yourself. you hope your voice isn't faltering because kai has always respected your personal space but now he's all in your face. "are you serious? you're telling me you haven't thought of me fucking the mess out of you not even once. i mean.." he glances at his king bed for a second. "we're in my room right now, don't be so crass, its offensive.." he smiles a bit at his own intentions.

you hold your stare to the best of your abilities although the wetness that's pooling in your underwear is telling you to just give in. sure, he's your boss, your hot boss who has mentioned time and time again how badly he craves you, so what harm is it?

before you almost let your pussy do the thinking, suddenly you remember the fact that he only wants you just to say he broke you. it was almost like a game to him and you were the prize. you definitely weren't gonna let him win.

you clear your throat, trying to pull away from his grasp. "your meeting will be soon can we please get you dressed?" you say it with so much monotonous that it causes kai to blow another short fuse.

with a light shove he removes his hands from your jaw and sighs heavily. "the day i fuck the indifference out of you will be the day this whole building hears my name," he says to himself as if already imagining how it'll go down. "but it's ok, i suppose i can keep playing this game."

he turns around to look at you still standing stupidly near the closet.

"although im not sure how much longer im willing to play."

[writingsonsaturn]

mirrorball

{ masterlist } { the 'taylor swift' series }

🪐: so this was made in between like two weeks, so if it's a bit choppy and seems horrible im so sorry please forgive me i love you

wc - 1.2k

content warning: angsty, peter being an oblivious unappreciative boyfriend

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Everything you did was brushed off.

No matter how extravagant, or otherworldly, Peter was always either too busy working on making his suit better, or he was out saving other people. 

Obviously, you weren’t cold-hearted. 

It wasn’t the fact Peter was saving other people. It was the fact he never looked up to give you an honest five minute conversation anymore, or that he never saw, maybe not even cared about all the things you were doing for him. Trying to take the load of being a young superhero off his shoulders, you had started doing the laundry, dishes, making all meals, patching up his suits, and many, many more, painfully tiring tasks all in the name of love.

The only, and biggest problem here was that he never once said a simple ‘thanks!’ or any acknowledgement whatsoever that what you were doing was helpful. Although it wasn’t your goal to earn points in a system you weren’t even aware of, you still would’ve accepted even a simple head nod and kiss, but nope, nothing.

It all blew up on one fateful evening when you had just spent over four and a half hours making one of Peter's favorite meals for his birthday. 

You were so excited to show him the birthday gift that you had worked extra hours at your job for, everything was all set up in your teeny tiny living room and now all you had to do was sit and wait for your boyfriend to arrive home.

The click of the door sounded out through the apartment, announcing to the quiet apartment your boyfriend's arrival. “Hey, babe” Peter said as he walked into the apartment, he didn’t even look up and properly acknowledge your existence, he just simply knew you were always home before him. As he walked in you noticed he had the newspaper in his hand, probably another hit piece on Spider-Man, claiming he’s a monster.

“Hi, my love” you greeted him enthusiastically, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He set the newspaper down and gave into your warmth, allowing his tense body to relax into your arms, then all of the sudden he pulled away.

“I'm sorry, baby, but I gotta get out in the city” his voice was fast-paced, almost giving you no time to process what he was doing. 

“Peter, are you joking?” you practically whispered, “It’s your birthday.”

Peter noticed the hurt expression on your face, and only then did he decide to look around and see everything you had set up for him. There were streamers hanging from the ceiling, a homemade sign that read “Happy Birthday, Spidey!” with little hand crafted webs around it up on the wall. Sat on the table was a homemade cake and a wonderfully prepared dinner. 

“Oh wow, Honey, this looks delicious! But i really have to go”

Your face dropped from the optimistic smile, to dead cold. You realised that you and your feelings will always be second best to his double life as a superhero.

“Peter, please for once can you just sit down, and have a goddamn conversation with me” you spoke lowly, nearly pleading for him to just sit down and give you the time of day. You think you might’ve actually, finally, be seeing how absolutely tired you looked. 

“For fucks sake, can you appreciate just this one fucking thing!” your voice gradually went louder for each syllable your sentence hit. The look of defeat portrayed in your eyes pierced through Peter’s soul, he felt his heart drop at how tired your face seemed, the way you seemed to have distanced yourself the moment he dismissed your thoughtful dinner. 

“It’s- It’s like you don’t even care anymore Peter” you weren’t yelling, which scared Peter more than if you were to be screaming five centimeters from his face and waving your hands, it was like you had given up. “I bought you a gift, open it before you leave” you whispered out before grabbing your bag and leaving. 

Peter’s eyes followed your sulking body out the door, before landing onto the gift sat nicely on the table with a red and blue ribbon tightly secured around the small square container. He walked toward the table with his head held low, gently picking up the present, as he opened it his eyes filled up with tears and he sat down on the edge of the couch, realizing how badly he had fucked this up.

Sitting in the box was the refurbished watch Uncle Ben wore, the glass protecting the arms of the watch had been shattered and links had been missing. Uncle Ben wanted to get it fixed but passed before he could get a chance. Peter remembered showing this exact watch to you when he took you to meet Aunt May, it was left on the dresser the two had shared, Aunt May never could put it away.

“Fuck” Peter exhaled, he set the watch down and ran out the door, he was desperate to find you and beg on his knees for your forgiveness. He was well aware he didn’t deserve that, but the thought of losing you had just crashed down over his head like a piano falling from the sky.

As soon as he got outside the air of the looming fall hit his face, as he frantically looked around he noticed your figure sitting on a bench right outside the apartment complex, watching the cars and people pass you by. Peter took a breath of relief before stepping closer, only to realize the tears glistening off your face.

“Baby, I am so, so, so incredibly sorry” he quickly tumbled out the words as if he couldn’t stop them, your eyes met his when you heard his pleas. He had no idea how badly you wanted to just say “it’s okay” and forget about this whole thing but you knew better. 

You knew doing that would only allow for that behavior to continue, and you just can’t go on like that anymore.

“I had to work extra hours to be able to pay for that to be refurbished, you know?” you said with a bittersweet undertone lacing your voice, “and it’s not even that, it’s the fact you just didn’t fucking care” the words came with your gasps for air as sobs tore through your throat, “you don’t care.”

Peter could only look at you in anguish, he fights villains, he stops your average bad guy on a daily basis, he can even tell when something dangerous is about to happen before it does, but he couldn’t tell his girlfriend was breaking before his very eyes with him being the root cause.

He was the hammer to your mirror.

Sitting down on the bench right next to you, he wrapped his arms around you and held you as you let out the most guttural sounds he’s ever heard come out of your body. He hates it. 

All Peter could do was rocking you back and forth, whispering apologies into your ear, promising to be better for you. 

You wanted to believe him, you really did, but all you could muster up was,

“Prove it.”

[yyokkki]

Asking to Sketch Them

POMEFIORE 

Vil Schoenheit 

You’re gonna have to schedule an appointment with Vil’s manager first darling, but, because you’re his friend he will accept the request free of charge

Literally started this entire hc series because of this man, the way I draw him does not match up to his standards whatsoever

The best model you could ask for, because it’s Vil so of course, but Pomefiore can prepare any set you ask for in the snap of a finger and they’re giving you a free spa treatment after this???

And that’s exactly why he’s the worst model you could get

Pressure cranked up to 100%

His face is so symmetrical and oh god rook is breathing over your shoulder, staring as you work and he hasn’t blinked in a w h I l e

Once you’re done Vil gives a balanced amount of positive feedback and helpful criticism

But rook

Dude is n it p ic k y, there’s no malice but the guy is intensely observing everything Vil does daily so he definitely has stuff to say no matter how good you do

If you don’t mind the bone crushing pressure, this is probably the most helpful session you could get with genuinely good advice and tips at least in the realm of drawing people as beautiful as Vil

Its either -100/10 or 100/10 depending on how much pressure you put on yourself im sorry but if I were asked to draw a portrait of fucking Beyonce while she sat right in front of me I would cry

Rook Hunt

Boy is grinning ear to ear

Contrary to… Above, Rook is very happy to model for you

Rook is very skilled at staying still for prolonged periods of time even in the most precarious positions so go crazy (revenge)

Usually he’s the observer so to be the one being observed is kind of nice to him in a way

Once you’re done he improvs a unique poem about your masterpiece and how much he loves it 

Whether it’s stickman or hyperrealism on ms paint, he’s framing your work and hanging it up in his room

Next thing you know there’s a scented letter full of flowery poems detailing his gratefulness and his awe at your skill, as well as a huge oil painting of you ready to be hung up somewhere in Ramshackle dorm

This stuff probably comes naturally to him

9/10 Actually quite pleasant for, well, Rook

Epel Felmier

Vil hasn’t gotten around to teaching him how to pose for portraits yet cuz he’s really trying to hammer in the basics first but he will do his best!!

After you actually manage to convince him to do it that is

Posing for a portrait sounds stiff and boring and he’s already forced to put up with that everyday at his dorm

Bribes? Pomefiore basically has everything he needs and more

Food? Vil is gonna kill him if he eats anything outside his meal plans

A place to hide from Vil? Ramshackle is falling apart, he breaks in visits every other day with the other first years already

Your hand in marriage? I don’t think you should be offering something like that for a portrait

A competition? Ya bet yer ass I’m winnin

And now you’re drawing Epel while Epel is drawing you, with the other first years acting as judges

Honestly pretty fun, the atmosphere is light hearted

The other first years are arguing at the side and both of you aren’t super cut throat about it, cracking jokes and laughing at the dumbass combo whenever they do or say something distracting

You exchange the portraits at the end and Epel actually had a good time so it’s a win win situation and yall get to have a sleepover later

He challenges you to an apple carving competition next 

8/10 Turned into more of a first year hangout but it was a good time so who’s complaining

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Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia  

[cloud-makers-make-pollution]

I mean I realise that I probably should’ve done an intro ages ago seeing as I’ve been active for months but hey Ho hERE WE GO

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hi!

so

I’m a minor

I’m queer

I’m pro Palestinian

and if you’ve got a problem with that, with all due respect, fuck off.

I HAVE AN INSTA NOW LOOK

I aim to type in all lowercase or some weird combination of lower and upper case but I rarely use capital letters at the start of words, I don’t know why, it just seems aesthetically pleasing.

uhm

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✨ interests✨

Musicals, especially Les Mis and Moulin Rouge, Hamilton and Six are awesome too

music? I suppose? it depends what’s happening with it

bothering the fuck out of my friends

being as gay as I possibly can

simping over people cause I can and cause they’re sO ATTRACTIVE LIKE WHAT WHO ALLOWED THEM TO BE LIKE THIS

les mis

enjolras, specifically.

more specifically, modern au enjoltaire fanfiction it’s beautiful and the epitome of perfection

marauders

cats. I love cats.

did I mention les mis

languages? I’m learning French and german in school, and according to my teachers I’m good at it, which I’m not so sure about, and I learn Swedish on duolingo

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

✨music✨

I mean my music taste moves around a lot but some of it is Madilyn Mei, EPIC the musical, musicals in general, Chappell Roan is cool, Leanna Firestone, but other than that it jumps around a bit

I do play instruments but I’m not too good at them I’ve managed to get to grade 7 on one of them and I think I died during the preparation for the exam and now I’m being slowly dragged up from hell it’s not fun

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

✨bOOKS✨

I love reading, and I used to read loads but something happened and I don’t read too much anymore which is quite sad but some of my favourite books/series are:

AGGGTM - Holly Jackson

The Hunger Games - Suzanne Collins

Harry Potter - that one blonde bitch who abuses her power constantly

Powerless - Lauren Roberts

Gwen and Art are not in love - Lex Croucher

Heartstopper - Alice Oseman

The Grishaverse books - Leigh Bardugo

(Alina should’ve married Nikolai you can’t change my mind)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

there more but I can’t remember, which probably isn’t great, and there were some gay books that I read for the gay but I can’t remember their titles or authors which is awesome but they were great

I mean just generally, I tend to be very opinionated and can go on about something for ages, maybe because I have a lot to say, or maybe because it takes me way too long to get to the point

If you’re a pedophile or a groomer or any of those other horrible things or discriminatory in any way whatsoever please stay away from me thank you kindly

I think that’s it I’m not sure

oh I really like making friends but I suck at doing it because according to my friend I have the “crippling inability to have a conversation” and I also have zero social skills and tend to not like people but making friends is great

most of my posts are either a lot of reblogs, having conversations with my mutuals, or les mis stuff that I thought was funny in the moment.

people who should be mentioned cause they’re great:

@noahher this is Noah Noah is great we have many conversations and he gave me a pet ferret that I have forgotten the name of I should go find that

(edit) i fOUND IT HIS NAME IS FREDDIE

@k-is-for-potassium I just met them but damn they’re awesome

@forever-bi-panic also just met but they’re so cool and really nice and goes hand in hand with @nu-get who’s also exceedingly awesome

@im-a-skeleton-in-your-closet is up here too, they’re great and they send asks that make me happy :D

@bleep-bloop-boo FELLOW MADILYN MEI ENTHUSIAST IS COMPLETELY AWESOME

@feernflower I tag them in every tag thing I get even though I’ve never interacted with them properly (I’m sorry you seem so cool) and they’re a marauders fan who posts cool stuff go look at it

@nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes HELLO this is my sister she’s great and her blog is cool (I’m in your walls)

@ladymoonstardust aux armies!!! vive les gays!!! the revolution must begin!!!!! exceedingly cool les mis person, and with whom one hath a number of enlightening conversation, more often than not to do with the wonderful beings in that one musical about the land of croissant

@sing-me-sweetly-to-my-doom 🫵🫢🫵😮🫢😮

tis my best friend irl <3

@genderfluid-goblin HELLO :D

thanks for being here!

and as always, free Palestine

<3

[leeharkerd]

took a while. im so sorry :( ive been working on school and other things a lot so ive been getting things out slower. tag me in sub/dom sidney fanfics anyone who sees this...

warnings: dom!sid, degradation kink, scream 3 sidney, nipple clamps, pain kink, reader!receiving, might be a bit too rough sorry, sidney is pent up, strap-on, no prep, standing up sex, reader calls sidney daddy, sidney calls her strap “her cock”, love this prompt so i wrote a longer one

your back was against the wall, legs around sidney’s waist as the tip of the silicon cock sat at your clothed entrance. she was fully dressed, except for her button up shirt that stayed unbuttoned, her tits out and staring at your own. you on the other hand, fully undressed, except for the black thong that just barely covered your pussy. the thong was drenched, and loose with your own slick. you couldn’t help it, she just made you so fucking hot.

sidney’s lips fused with your own, tongue leaving her mouth to enter your own. too powerless to do anything, you just let her, moaning into her mouth. your hands wrapped around her neck, the cold metal from the nipple clamps that sat around her neck, like a necklace. you shivered at the thought of her clamping them on your perky nipples, still wearing the chain like it was a choker. the pain overwhelming you as your nipples were pulled as she flexed her neck backwards, pulling the chain further, pulling your nipples just so painfully.

you snapped back to reality at her lips leaving yours, pushing herself to the crook of your neck. she kissed at your collarbone, saliva slipping down to your breasts, goosebumps creeping across. you whimpered at this, her mouth sucking against your neck. closing your eyes as she bit down, drawing slight blood. you could feel her leaving you, lowering down. your legs sat on her shoulders, her hot breath hit against your clothed cunt. you were so pent up and you could tell she was biting back the urge to just fuck you silly with her tongue right then and there. but you also knew she wouldn’t do that. getting something out of her that quickly would need some begging, or even her own release in turn of it.

her teeth grazed against the cloth, a small huff leaving your mouth. her hands grabbed onto your hips as she ripped the thong clean off with her teeth. you jumped, her hands holding onto you harder. you felt marks oncoming, and her standing back up. your legs hooked around her waist once more as she gave you a grin, the tip of the cock was rubbing against your clit, elicting a small whine from your throat.

“so good for me, yeah? fuck..” sidney groaned in your ear. she began more antsy, wanting to shove her cock so far up you that your begging for her to pull out, wanting to make you breathless, wanting more, even if it hurts you. she knew she didn’t want to hurt you, but she also knew deep down that even if she did you would enjoy it. and it made her feel even hotter.

her hands left your hips, to pull the nipple clamps forward, one clipped around your nipple, you screamed from the pain, she shushed you quietly, whispering in your ear. the other one came around to pinch you next. you felt tears welling in your eyes. “shh.. the pain will be over soon.” she whispered, the metal around her neck swaying when she backed away from you.

“such a beautiful necklace right? looks real good on me. maybe ill let you try it on one day.” she said, grinning through her teeth. you felt the tip entering you slowly as you pushed her back slightly, yelping at the pain from the clamps pulling at your nipples because of the push. “no way thats fitting inside of me! l get im wet but… i don’t think that would fit without atleast some lube, or even just getting me wetter..” at this she nodded her head no. you were in awe. did she expect this length to fit all inside of you, with just no preparation whatsoever? you thought she lost it, i mean you get she believed in you and you thought sweetly at that, but you didn’t even believe in yourself at this point. “do you trust me?” she asked you, husky breath filling your ears. you nodded your head yes, of course you did. if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have trusted her to know you had a pain kink, if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have trusted her to touch you the way she was now, if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t even be kissing her like you always do. if you hadn’t, the both of you wouldn’t be together like you are now. it was when the first inch of her cock pushed into you, without prep, that you knew she wasn’t bluffing. she really was gonna fit that whole thing into your cunt. and she really could. you were wet enough because of the thought of her hurting you with that length of a cock made you feel even more aroused.

“told you.” a grunt that you knew would be living in your head for the next year left her lips. that same “told you” that would be there forever. that same “told you” that would replay in your mind before you sleep, before you shower, before you slip your hands right inbetween your thighs to play with that sweet little clit of yours next.

you felt her push her cock deeper into you, your mouth stayed agape, you were losing your breath, unable to even talk to her or even protest if you wanted to. (not that it was necessary, you loved how the girth filled your cunt with itself.)

“yeah.. yeah.. keep taking my cock, just like that. only 6 inches left baby.” she chuckled quietly into your ear. she said it like taking 6 more was easy. and you scoffed at that, turning immediately into a choked whimper as she pushed deeper, flexing her neck backwards at the same time. your pinched nipples pulled once again, as your cunt swallowed her cock.

“takin’ me so well. you’ve got only a little left of it. good job.” you knew she was lying through her teeth about the little part. 5 inches left to be pushed into you would be a pain to take with how slow she was taking it. you knew she didn’t want to hurt you, but you also knew she would push it into you as fast as she fucking could if she just had your word.

“god.. its stretching me so far sid- i don’t know if i go at this pace anymore.” you hinted at her just pushing the full length into you, fucking you so fast you squirt. but she thought you meant slower. she thought you were hurting. you didn’t even know why she cared so much. you knew if she had the chance, she would slam it into you deeper than ever. but you also knew she didn’t want to hurt you in a way that you didn’t want, and she was worried of that.

“you want it slower, okay baby. im sorry if i hurt you at a-“ you interupted her sentence before she could finish her words. “fuck. no, sid. just go. i can’t take it any more slower, just please, fuck me until the only thing i can say is-“

“my name.” she groaned into your ear, her hips backed up, flying foward, and you swore you let the loudest moan you had ever made in your life. knew neighbors would yell at you, call the police even at how loud you were being, but you couldn’t even help it at this point. the both of you were so pent up and needed it, needed to feel her fuck you so quick and so good, needed for her to practically orgasm at the sight of you taking her cock so well all deep into your cunt.

her hips slapped against your thighs, you knew your body would have marks everywhere, but you didn’t fucking care. you were feeling so great.

the cock hit against your cervix for the 5th time, tears slipped down your face, your bottom lip seperating from the other once more to let out another loud moan. your breathing was ragged and pathetic. moaning and grunting for more of her. more of her cock. more of her voice. more of her pulling so hard on those clamps.

you huffed against her nose, she wanted to kiss you but your head threw back once more, whining at the pressure of her body on yours.

“f-fuck… i can’t, i c-can’t…” you were fucking vulnerable. your thighs grew redder and redder with every slam into your wet pussy. your legs were shaking, hands flying to her back to grab on something, only to find the leftover chain, pulling on it, forgetting what that led to. you yelped in pain, but that only quickly mixed with pleasure at the feeling of your orgasm coming closer to you. you couldn’t breathe, there was so much.

“god, daddy, i can’t go on longer it’s so much-“ your eyes widened, you hoped she hadn’t heard that, and you felt her hand on your ass. “what’d you call me baby?” she asked you, but you denied everything. “nothing, i-“

“no, i heard you. repeat it. come on, repeat it for me.” she begged in your ear, your mind began to become foggy as you found the words to respond.

“daddy, i called you daddy, can we please get- fuck, over this, im sorry baby, im sor-“ her hand grabbed your ass as she continued to fuck her cock into you. you tried to take a breath, only to immediately get it fucked out of your throat.

“yeah? be a good slut for daddy and take my cock okay?” she grinned into your ear, somehow pushing farther into you. you whined, creaming around her length. your hot breath slipped from your throat, you couldn’t breathe at all, everytime you felt like you could speak again, you just let out another moan. you felt your orgasm crashing into you faster than ever, her hand left your ass just to smack into you roughly. you whimpered loudly, noise complaints would be rolling in soon, but who gives a fuck right now? all you cared about was how good she was fucking you and how you squeezed against her cock so well.

“come on princess, be a good little whore for daddy and cum around my cock, need to cum right, baby?” her hips slammed into you as she panted into your ear.

“need it s’badly, need to cum around your cock.” you whimpered out, bucking into her cock.

“y’know how to ask right? or are y’too cock drunk to even speak.” she groaned against you, flexing backwards again, you yelped at this, finding words to speak.

“please, need it s’bad daddy, you always fuck me so good, please make me cum oh my god- please, sidney.” you managed to choke out, your breath shortening as her cock hit against your cervix. so much was happening and if she went any longer without letting you cum, you felt like you would go insane. you needed it so bad.

“perfect. just like that princess.” she huffed, slamming into you. your hands flew to her hair, pulling hard making her groan. you came around her cock as she fucked you through it slow, your nipples began to burn more as she moaned into the air from your hands ripping at her hair, but you didn’t care. she was letting you cum and thats all that even fucking mattered at this point. all you could manage to say in the heat of the moment was a stream of “oh gods” and “fuck me” and “sidneys”.

the two of you seperated as her hands unclipped both clamps from your nipples, that relief making you huff. she pulled out of you slowly, your back sliding against the wall as you fell to the floor. both of you were out of breath and so zoned out. your mind was full of “fuck me fuck me” while hers was full of “pound her pound her” still. obviously still in the mindset and mood to go again. but sidney hadn’t wanted to hurt you and fuck you til you pass out (atleast not right now) she knew what you needed and she was gonna give you some time to seperate your mind from what just happened.

“alright princess, now daddy’s gonna go run a bath for you. and maybe even after you can try that pretty little necklace on your daddy while you tonguefuck her so good.” she grinned, kissing your cheek, helping you to the couch as she walked off to go run your bath. you never knew someone could sound so sweet, yet say the most vulgar shit ever at the same time.

however, you knew that idea sounded damn good. and you just couldn’t wait. the both of you knew that once you were done, sidney would be wetter than you in the bath. the both of you knew that your fingers were gonna hit her gspot so well that all she can manage to say is “more” or even “stop its too much”. the both of you knew that you two were gonna be at it all night, unable to quit until you both pass out.

but, who gives a fuck?.. sidney does. she gives you a real good fuck. doesn’t she?

[da-shrimping-station]

Cooking for the House of Lamentation

Let me start this post by saying that over the years I've had plenty of experience cooking for a lot of people. I'm no expert cook whatsoever, just a helping hand in the kitchen during festivals and occasions (which happens multiple times in a year). If you have more experience and insights, please feel free to share!

Let’s start this off by having some sort of baseline so we’re all on the same page.

MC /OC/you/us/we (and what have you) can:

follow a recipe well enough

be in the kitchen and not have it burn down

cook an edible meal at the end of it all

A fairly average cook if you will.

Now, time for chaos.

Cooking for a lot of people is…a lot. A feast for upwards of 10 people can take the whole day. Not to mention buying ingredients beforehand. How many dishes are you gonna cook? Do they go well/compliment each other? What’s the serving size? Are you gonna have desserts too? Do you have the right equipment? Are the ingredients available/accessible? Is there anyone who has a food-specific condition to look out for and make alternatives for? Are there ingredients that need to be marinated/prepped in advanced? Is everything within budget? (These are some questions at the top of my head)

Now the main concern here is volume/quantity. Beelzebub. Need I say more?

Actually, YES. It’s a house full of men. Men eat a lot. Oh, and they’re also demons. So let’s assume they eat/consume significantly more than humans. (You can pitch in your HCs for each brother regarding how much they eat) But let’s say the food has to be for 10-15 people at the very least.

GROCERY RUN!

There’s a whole ass booklet for the groceries, with each brother having their own page/section. Let’s assume there’s no budget constraints (Lucifer can bitch about the cost and budgeting but his brothers need to be fed). Groceries are bought in bulk. Multiple times a week. Emergency trips in the middle of the night or else they starve for breakfast. 

At some point they get their groceries delivered every 3 days or so. The runs are now for necessity/emergency.

But if a brother requests a certain dish, then it’s time to go to the market. Prepare your haggling skills.

THE BATTLEFIELD

Based off of the game (and referencing the floor plan from Wanderer’s Whereabouts), the kitchen is actually pretty spacious. Good. We need all the space we can get for this. I’d like to think Barbatos personally made sure the kitchen is fully kitted out with all the equipment and utensils one needs. (Thanks, Barbs. You’re the best!) No worries on that end.

I headcanon that the kitchen is split into 2 parts: the side where the stoves and appliances are and the side where the dirty kitchen is. That way you have access to stoves/ovens and the fancy appliances as well as being able to cook with coal or in a spit. Increases the capacity for cooking multiple dishes at once. (Please share your HCs for the kitchen!)

PREP TIME

Prepare your hands and arms. Washing, peeling, chopping, dicing, slicing, marinating. Any and every sort of ingredient prep. How many ingredients does this dish have? Are you gonna prep one dish only? Are you gonna prep for two in advance? Mis en place (or whatever the term is im no culinary shrimp)

Also think about the sheer amount of ingredients.

Say, according to the cookbook, this dish serves 5 people and it needs 1 whole onion. Pretty straight forward right? But you’re cooking for 7 demon brothers and one being the Avatar of Gluttony. Let’s go back to the 10-15 people approximation. That means you have to increase the amount (in this case that’ll be 2 or 3 whole onions). That goes for every fucking dish. 3 onions for dish #1. What about dish #2 and #3 and so on? (Honestly, your hands must be well marinated by the time you’re done with all the prep)

Measuring the ingredients too. 1 cup of this, a tablespoon of that, a pinch of this. Please please please let there be enough soy sauce for tonight’s cooking.

Another thing: you’re probably dealing with local Devildom ingredients (which you did not even know existed until then)

Veggies? Sliced

Meats? Washed and cut.

Condiments and seasonings? All measured.

Are we ready to cook? NO.

Please clean up the peels, excesses, undesirables, and packaging.

GET THE FIRE GOING

Finally! The actual cooking part! Take a deep breath and put that pot on the stove. Good luck cuz you’re gonna be juggling between multiple dishes just to be able to get ready for dinnertime.

One dish is boiling so the meat softens? Time to fry. Oh and have you checked the one you were marinating? Please add that to the veggies in dish #2. Don’t overcook the pasta for dish #1! Please adjust the heat, that pot is boiling over. Taste test for dish #3. Hhm needs more salt. Is the meat soft enough? Good, let's season it. Please mind the fire! You’re gonna char the one you’re frying. This one has marinated long enough, we can add it to dish #2. Take dish #1 off the heat. I think it’s done. Do you think this is fried well enough?

It’s hectic. It’s a mess and a half. You make sure nothing is overcooked or undercooked. Taste test to make sure everything tastes fine. (are the dishes safe for human consumption tho)

ALL DONE!(?)

You wish! Now you have to deal with the clean up!

Wash everything you used for cooking. Pots, pans, knives, measuring cups and spoons, plates and bowls you put the ingredients in, the tasting spoons you used, the ladles and spatulas, etc

Please clean the stoves, sinks, countertops/tabletops too.

Oh yea, put away the excess ingredients and return the condiments and seasonings.

You still there? Still got energy to study and do homework later?

Personally, i clean as i go whenever i have the time in between tending to the dishes. I hate hate hate a messy/dirty kitchen while i cook it makes me wanna rage

DINNERTIME

These fuckers better sit down and eat what you cooked. No. Who the fuck cares if someone is being rowdy or moody or being dramatic. NO ONE wastes your efforts in preparing the food. Sit down and EAT.

I mean alright, maybe you can tag team dinner prep but it’s still a lot in terms of quantity and sheer volume. Will that brother be of actual help in the kitchen?

To sum it all up,

May the Universe have mercy on MC when they’re on cooking duty.

[blackdollette]

need facefucking coz that one write has been deep in my mind. i kinda wanna see it with like chris or euro tho. very sloppy and theres like spit bubbles around readers mouth, eyes half lidded and teary with mascara streaming down her cheeks and its so hot and erotic and euro/chris is like "throat hurt?" she nods and hes like "too bad. need to keep using my dumb girls mouth until im satisfied."

this might be more of a euro thing coz chris wouldnt be that mean me thinks....

(be prepared i got another euro request coming in btw lol)

facefucking is my passion.

"mascara running down her little bambi eyes." | euronymous

this is what makes us girls. - lana del rey

reader x euronymous (rory's portrayal)

word count: 610

contents: oral (m receiving), blowjob, throat fucking, cum eating, implied aftercare

you had been a bratty little bitch all day. whining and complaining about every single thing. you’d gone out with euronymous earlier in the day, and you went out of your way to piss him off even more than you already had. he tolerated your attitude all day, acting like if didn’t bother him at all. but as soon as you got back home, he unleashed his anger.

he dragged you into your room and pinned you to the door, his hand on your neck. he was staring daggers at you. “think you can just act up all day and get away with it, huh?” he growled in your ear. you werent don being a brat yet, so you rolled your eyes. that was the last straw.

he pulled you by your hair, you two almost touching noses. “fine. i guess i’ll just have to put that bratty little mouth to good use…” he let go of you. “on your knees. now.” you were excited to see where this was going, so you did as he said. he threw off his belt and pulled out his cock, which was red and seemed to be angry at you.

your mouth gaped open slightly as you looked at it, and he took that opportunity to force the whole thing into your mouth. the tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag. your eyes instantly filled with tears. he smirked as he finally got you to shut up. he grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head up and down at lightning speed.

saliva started bubbling from the sides of your mouth, dripping down your neck and his balls. gagging and gurgling noises could be heard coming from the back of your throat. tears streamed down your face as he shoved every inch of himself into your throat. he smirked as he saw how helpless you were.

“throat starting to hurt? good. talk shit now, bitch.” he chuckled as he rammed into your throat repeatedly. your brows knitted together as you felt his precum hitting the back of your throat. you could hear the sound of your throat being stretched out. your spit was streaming down your chin all the way down to your cleavage.

euronymous’ attention shifted from you to how good it felt to use you like this. he loved you to death, but he liked you even more when your mouth was filled up. you were still gagging at his size, but he felt no sympathy for you whatsoever. “yeah… take it, whore.” his words were cut off by a low groan,

black streams were running down your cheeks. you were a complete mess. he put a hand on your neck, feeling as your throat moved from his cock breaking into it. it started throbbing in your mouth, and before you knew it, your throat and mouth were completely flooded with his cum.

there was so much, it felt like you were going to overflow. it leaked out of your mouth, the hot liquid going down your throat quickly. he slapped your cheek with his cock. “swallow it.” you swallowed every last drop, sticking out your tongue to show him that you had obeyed his command.

he smiled a little, still panting. he sat on the bed and lit himself a cigarette, gesturing for you to join him. you sat on his lap and he started gently kissing your neck. “i’ll run to the pharmacist tomorrow to get you some lozenges.” he blew out a ribbon of smoke. it wasn’t much for aftercare, but considering how hostile he usually was, you knew that you’d done good enough.

author's note: i've got a few more requests left in my drafts. thank you all for being so patient with me!!

[onlyhoons]

pool sex with dom!taerae 😩

im inluv w this thanks anon!!! I got a lil carried away since its his bday tmrw 👉🏻👈🏻..

"babe..." you sigh softly as you wrap your arms around your shirtless boyfriend. he shows you that beautiful smile of his as he places his left hand on your waist and the right on your cheek.

"does my baby want something?" he teases, drawing circles around your sides.

you shudder as you feel yourself get wetter despite already being in the water. he looks at you with such alluring eyes. hinting that he wants you to use your words.

"I want you- no.. i need you." — "need me to what?" he teased even more. smiling proudly at your needy state.

"I need you to fuck me, right here, right now" you shriek as he pulls you closer to his chest and his growing boner.

"see, that wasnt so hard. was it baby?"

you nodded desperately, subconsciously placing your lips onto his.

soon enough he has you bouncing up and down his cock in the corner of the pool. your bikini long gone, somewhere around the pool floating away.

he sucks loudly on your tits while he grips your ass, just as needy as you are. quiet moans and breaths come out of your mouth until he lifts you up and out of the water to fuck you faster.

he lightly places you down on the floor facing him. with no warning whatsoever he aligns his dick to your entrance and just starts ramming into you like he hasnt felt pussy in months.

countless moans escape from your mouth, no longer caring if the neighbors hear you getting ruined by your boyfriend.

" 'm close baby so so so so close" you warned taerae, barely being able to form out words. "just wait a little longer baby, you can do that for me right?" you nodded as you felt your head getting fuzzy.

"im close now too baby, scream my name for me yeah?" — his thrusts got faster and sloppier as you chanted his name repeatedly. after a few more harsh thrusts he came inside your tight pussy.

he grunts loudly whilst he pulls out of you, watching his mess drip out of you. he smiles at your tired face. kissing his way up to your lips. after a few minutes he transforms back into his loving and caring boyfriend self and prepared a little bubble bath for you to wash up and relax.

© onlyhoons !

[spyroz]

i dont reblog those posts about how hard it is to have moralizing ocd in online spaces, even though i deeply resonate with them. ironically, i can only talk to 2 people about my ocd, because one of my obsessions is that other people will assume im using my mental health as a shield against criticism if i talk about it. therefore, if i talk about my ocd in any circumstance, my brain believes that i'm already doing something immoral

basically, most of my obsessions resolve around people assuming bad faith of me or that i'm somehow secretly an irredeemably bad person, no matter how hard i try to be good. i am a bad person if i dont reblog posts about serious topics, spend every waking moment thinking about extremely serious topics, or make any social mistakes whatsoever (which is scary because i'm also autistic). i believe that i am irredeemable if i make a small mistake, and i often think all my friends are waiting for me to make a mistake so that they can attack me, and that my life will be ruined if i fuck up. im constantly scanning all my interests (and people i know) for the tiniest imperfections (far beyond healthy amounts of criticism in your interests) out of fear that liking anything or anyone makes me a horrible person. if you dont take a side on this lgbt label discourse, then youre a bigot! im ALWAYS mentally preparing responses and apologies to totally theoretical situations of people being upset with me. i have intrusive thoughts about doing the immoral things that scare me most.

the problem is, *talking about* any of these thoughts invites people who will actually bad faith me. "if youre so worried about this stuff, then you must have something to hide! you just want to avoid accountability!" they make your obsession a reality by accusing you of the exact thing you fear most. none of these thoughts are reasonable or realistic, and i know that. i know that i'm mentally ill. i know logically that i'm as good a person as anyone else. when i actually do make a mistake, i stay level-headed and apologize, acknowledge what i did wrong, and change my behavior

but there is a large part of me that does not want to heal from my ocd, because i believe constant self-monitoring and self-critique is the only thing preventing me from becoming a horrible person

there is nothing i want more in this world than to be a good altruistic human being who is capable of growth, but spending weeks trapped in thought loops analyzing all my behaviors for the smallest signs of a mistake will not help me be a better person. it makes me a worse friend. it drains my energy so that i dont have the mental capacity to actually spend time being kind to others. i reread this post many times while writing it to make sure i didnt accidentally write 6 different slurs. but i can't figure out how to heal. what the fuck do i do about this

this is incredibly hard for me to write about. i'm fighting the urge to delete this post as you read it. i cant stress how debilitating this is for me, it is the biggest hurdle in my life and it sucks away days worth of my time and energy. i will become trapped in thought-loops THE SECOND im not kept sufficiently busy and stimulated by tv/music/my bf/being out of the house somewhere/etc. so much of my life is wasted wanting to be good, that i dont get a chance to actually live the life of a good person

i really hope this post resonates with someone. ive only met a few other people who have this particular kind of ocd, and its extremely isolating. but i want to try to heal from it, and i know the first step to healing is talking about it

[therewillbenoromance]

why can i quote blackboxwarrior near perfectly (minus the speech part) in the shower, at 1am, and with no visible lyrics whatsoever, but i cant get past the first few lines without stuttering when im well rested, awake, have lyrics, and am actually fucking prepared

riddle me that batman

[apocalypticringe]

hey party people, im about to start working on something (thati think is) really cool

and i wanted to give you guys a lore drop (which i thought of like a week or two ago)

before i forget about this fact entirely (just like what colour micheal’s eyes are)

prepare yourselves, this is a long one, and with that, bone apple teeth! (image unrelated)

So, in the beginning of micheal and bill’s “relationship” (like beginning few years) michael actually had a girlfriend, who had proposed to him, so the two were going to be married in a few weeks.

and bill didn’t like that. that was going to interfere with progress on the portal, which was already shitty because michael had no engineering capabilities whatsoever. (and/or bill was just jealous idk. haven’t decided how he acts in this universe)

so, while michael was sleeping, bill possessed him (because he didn’t know that he could do it while people were awake) and killed her in cold blood… and then prolly had a giggle session or something idk

and since michael was still in the mindscape due to becoming a soul whilst asleep, he had literally no concept of time whatsoever.

that’s relevant information because, bill proceeded to stay in his body for the next 12 days, letting the body rot in his bed, one; because he was too lazy to properly be rid of it, two; so he could actually get some work done on the portal, and three; he thought it would be funny to see michael’s face when he saw his rotting dead wife in his bed knowing it was far to late to save her

actually maybe thats a little too dark… idk…. maybe he wanted to teach him a lesson..?? idk guys.

anyway, you might be asking; how tf is mike so attached to bill after that??? how does he not despise him like ford??

the answer is: he never found out. he doesn’t know it was bill’s doing. and bill’s DEFINITELY not going to tell him now, due to the fact he’s the only one who gives two flying fucks about bill. and micheal just assumed it was due to natural causes and he was just dissociated the whole time, or was in a coma or something. (idk it was 40’s)

michael never had a funeral for her, because holy shit would that be suspicious?? but michael did bury her in his backyard/garden, surrounded by all the flowers she kept.

“Zoe A. Florance-Armstrong

beloved wife and daughter

may she rest in peace”

is probably what he put on her tombstone, which eventually became overgrown when bill’s shenanigans got worse, michael stopped leaving his house/going outside, all the flowers died, and her name was slowly obstructed by moss, vines, and greenery. symbolising the fact that michael was slowly forgetting about her. he was doing this both purposely and subconsciously.

purposely because he didn’t really know how to deal with grief, and he couldn’t really talk to anyone about it because, he didn’t have any friends that he was still in contact with. and obviously he couldn’t talk to bill because, well… its bill. so he just tried to push it down to the back of his mind to forget about it (which worked eventually, only certain trigger words will trigger cloudy memories of her existence, which brings him to tears, though he doesn’t remember/understand why)

subconsciously because by this point he was probably starting to develop Stockholm syndrome, and was getting more obsessed with bill overall, and just kinda… wasn’t thinking about her? (i swear i had more to say here, ill edit this if i think of anything else)

[fisherpiers]

PRANKING MY BEST FRIEND GONE WRONG (NOT CLICKBAIT)

a/n: ahskdhs them being in magic college now gives me so many ideas for shenanigans. so here’s one in the first bit of something i’ll eventually move to ao3. sneak peak

***

This prank was gonna be hilarious. Gus couldn’t wait to get to the dorm room he shared with Hunter. With near-silent magic doors, they could manage to sneak in without disturbing the grimwalker. Willow giggled behind him as they crept.

The whole thing had been Willow’s idea in the first place. It didn’t take much convincing to get Gus on board as well. The two of them had been pulling an all-nighter at Willow & Luz’s to prepare for their exams in the morning, and they needed a little fun and adrenaline to wake themselves up again before school started. Why not engage in a little tomfoolery?

It wasn’t too big a prank. They could go all out if they had Luz with them too, but she had been out of her and Willow’s dorm that night. Like she had been frequently.

Willow had assumed at first that Luz was just going home to her mother or Eda, but as she ran into both Eda and Camila in a bar one night and they had no clue what she was talking about, that had proved not to be the case.

She had no idea where Luz was going, and Luz was always able to successfully dodge the question when she brought it up. Whatever. Gave her an excuse to spend more time hanging with Gus, just the two of them. Which wasn’t something they got to do too often ever since the rest of the Hexsqaud came into their lives.

The target for their little prank had originally been Amity, however. Gus shot that down. Amity might actually kill them if they get in between her and the few hours she actually sleeps. Especially in the wee hours of a Friday morning. He did Not need to try and get abomination goo out of his hair only hours before school, ultimately fail, and have to go anyway, all gooped up. Matty wouldn’t be able to shut up about it and would tease him all day.

Willow was happy enough to change her victim to Hunter. She had been a bit frustrated with him lately. And in typical Willow fashion, had been bottling that frustration right up.

He’s a sweet guy, really, and he’d never do something to hurt her on purpose. It’s just that he wouldn’t man-up and ask her out already. It’s been years. She’s made it abundantly clear that she likes him and he keeps dragging his feet.

She’s tried asking him out herself, but every time he seems to just not get that it’s a date. Inviting people along, telling people he’s “just hanging out with Willow” when they ask him what he’s doing, introducing her as His Friend Willow. No awareness whatsoever. So fucking oblivious.

She’s used to think it was just his self-esteem issues, back when they were kids. Lately, however, he’s been just as confident in himself and his skills as he was (or at least pretended he was) back in his Golden Guard days.

There really wasn’t a good reason Willow could find for why he was refusing to own up to their relationship. Well. If she was going to lose sleep over him, he was going to lose sleep over her.

And Gus.

Speaking of, she pulled out her scroll to start filming as she followed him down the hall, soon arriving at Gus’s dorm. Gus unlocked the door with a spell, and they began to sneak in.

Hunter was asleep up on the top bunk, his hand dangling over the edge through the railing. Just a big lump of blankets sleeping peacefully. Perfect.

He was snoring just as loudly as ever. Usually, Gus liked the drone of Hunter’s snoring. It was comforting. But now’s the time.

Gus summoned an illusionary megaphone, and after nodding to Willow making sure she had the camera on and the livestream up, started his show in a flourish.

Their old Hexside buddies were going to crack up. Hunter would too, once he was fully awake.

“GOOD MORNING BONESBORO!~” Gus’s illusion megaphone blared in his iconic showman voice.

“GUS SHUT THE FUCK UP OR IM GOING TO FEED YOU TO HOOTY!” Luz raged as she bolted upright beside hunter.

Holy Titan.

[decepti-thots]

Im so intrigued by a world where brainstorm goes through with his original time travel plan ... do you have any specific headcanons about quark and brainstorm's relationship? or how he might react to being saved?

i spoke about this briefly about a year ago here!

since then my personal headcanon has firmed up a bit. i don't think they were close; i don't think they were even friends or anything. personally, i think the version that works best with the story Elegant Chaos tells is that quark and brainstorm were coworkers and nothing more, and brainstorm was horribly in love with quark from afar and it was not only unrequited but like. quark didn't have a clue. and brainstorm was fully aware of all this and that quark if anything didn't much like him, and was fully prepared to upend his entire life just to ensure the guy was alive anyway, with no expectation whatsoever that this would lead to quark loving him or anything of the sort. because that's two things: one, it's a phenomenally selfless thing to do. and two, it also speaks to a kind of casual disregard for himself as a person, not an intellect or a "genius" or a tool but a person with feelings and a life outside his ability to create weapons, that i think is very in line with brainstorm's combo of arrogance and disregard for his own wellbeing we get hints of in canon.

which like. okay. imagine you are about to die in the worst circumstances imaginable and suddenly you get saved out of nowhere by the little weirdo nobody who you used to work with. you didn't like him. frankly, you're a bit of a snob and that guy's an MTO; you possibly hold some casual, unexamined sense of superiority towards him, even. and you just found out that not only did he just save your life, he did it by inventing time travel. he doesn't save anyone else. just you. he came for you. he invented time travel for you. he spent however many thousands of years doing nothing but inventing time travel for you, and he is the only person who knows you are alive, and if anyone finds out he did this you are both So Fucked, and he's in love with you apparently, and you had to ask him his name because you didn't even remember if it was Brainstorm or Highbrow. you two are now stuck together. it is the most awkward circumstance imaginable. what do you DO. it drives me NUTS like what! was brainstorm gonna DO!!! lies down. who do i have to blackmail to write this 50k fic for me tbh i want it