#im refraining from saying anything else

[mueritos]

(different anon) u don’t see how it’s inappropriate be drawing western usa “cowboys and indians” genre romance art?? and with the fake polynesian tattoo on the white guy,,,,,

i understand being detribalized as so am i, but we still have to be careful about how we’re interacting w current native communities especially those to whom we are outsiders

thank you for clarifying you're a different anon and this one i'll respond to with care, and thank you for sending this because it is a genuine critique. I drew that header after finding a western/cowboy artist that I liked, and I wanted to draw something t4t centered. After finding the artist again (linked above), yes he is not indigenous, but in the article he describes his work with the Wampanoag community in MA. But you're right; there is a fine line between depicting western/cowboy culture that doesn't negate the colonization/manifest destiny of its time. I believed I made the image more "contemporary" (both have punk/lgbtq patches in the full image), but if that's not clear because the man on the left's patches are cut off from the header, then that's on me.

as for the white dude, I wasn't clear on either of their races, but both of the men in the photo are drawn from the indigenous people in my life. When i think of dark haired dark skins indigenous folks, I think of my long time best friend who is Nahuatl and detribalized, and for the "white man", I based him off myself and other detribalized/mixed folks who are paler and look "less native". Obviously none of this is clear because the image is just there, but these were the thoughts that went into that drawing. It was all based on the Mexican culture around me in terms of vaquero, because I associate the masculinity that I am comforted by with vaquero culture.

as for the tattoo, I made it up on the spot. but you're right, it does look similar to indigenous communities' like the maori or polynesian/samoa. I'll be more careful about that and I have not drawn any tribal like tattoos on anyone else since that drawing (the drawing is from 2019).

and you're right about your last point. I have been thinking of changing the header, but it has also been there for several years so I don't know what to change it to and I have had many folks in my inbox say they were comforted/affirmed by the header. at the same time, I don't want to drive off any folks who don't know im detribalized and may think i'm just randomly drawing indigenous people because I am like, fascinated with them.

i'll be more careful from now on, but thank you for sending this and feel free to lmk anything else, or if any indigenous folks want to add any other points feel free to do that in the notes!

[stevie-petey]

blurb idea? stug isn't having sex yet obviously but maybe dustin walks into bug's room while they're lying really close on her bed reading together and he flips his shit like OH MY EYES and they're like ...boy we're literally just sitting here. and steve's over for dinner and dustin refuses to look at him and claudia's like ok what's up and you're like literally nothing he's so dumb

i love dramatic dustin with stug so YES !!

enjoy <3

"so jo just rejects laurie? like, flat out, brutally rejects his marriage proposal after years of being best friends and basically already in love?"

"i mean, there are some nuances youre missing, but yeah. basically."

"what kind of sick book is this?" steve shoves the book away from him in disdain. his nose is scrunched up, offended, and you refrain from kissing it all better.

you fix a piece of hair thats fallen in his face as he lays next to you on your bed. "jo and laurie are tragic, i'll admit." your words are rough from reading for hours. steve always insists that you read the books for him, he claims youre better at it, but you know its because he loves the sound of your voice. "but its what makes the book so wonderful, dont you think?"

steve rolls his eyes at you. "your obsession with tragic romances concerns me. what, are you going to reject my proposal next? make me beg on my hands and knees for you?"

"technically you already did beg on your hands and knees for me-"

"wait, you didnt say youd accept my proposal."

with a sly laugh you clear your throat and bring the book back up to your face, continuing to read. steve stares at you as you read the heartbreaking words aloud, his eyes travel the length of your neck and the slope of your nose. the scene youre reading breaks his heart more than hed care to admit. youve been reading little women to steve for a few weeks now. he really thought itd be jo and laurie in the end.

lost in the way you voice lilts between jos soft rejection and lauries broken pleads, neither you nor steve hear dustin calling for you until its too late.

the boy barges into your room and nearly shrieks his head off when he realizes steve is in bed with you. "my eyes!" he cowers to close the door, covering his face with his grubby little hands.

"dustin!" you shout at him, throwing a pillow at him to shut up him. hes being dramatic, you and steve werent even doing anything. your boyfriend is lying next to you while you read him a long and horrendous breakup scene from a classic book. if anything, the two of you should be doing literally anything else.

steve rolls off your bed and lands on his feet in one fluid motion before running over to your brother. grabbing dustins shoulders, he shakes him to try and stop the screaming. "hey! alright, can you quit it?"

"no! you were-you-my eyes!" dustin scrubs at his face with utter turmoil. he hadnt even known that steve was in his house. normally the asshole makes his presence known, stops by dustins room to say hi. its why he barged in in the first place.

had dustin known hed walk into steve in your bed, he wouldve brought a goddamn flame thrower with him instead.

"we were reading, you moron!" youre next to steve now, desperately trying to quiet your brother before your mom asks whats going on. hes already bad enough, but if your mother finds out steve had been in your bed as well, thered be permanent hearing loss.

"read at your desk! thats what those damn things are built for!"

steve shoves his hand through his hair, agitated. "oh, and who are you? the desk police?"

"'desk police'?" you stare at the teen, disappointed. "thats the best you could come up with?"

"im under a lot of pressure right now. cut me some slack."

"i want you dead."

both you and steve turn to dustin, shocked and disturbed by his words.

"okay, thank you for sharing your feelings, dustin." awkwardly you pat his shoulder. at least hes being honest and open with you. "not necessarily what i wanted to hear, but im proud of you for sharing-"

"he wants me dead and youre commending him?"

"not now," jamming an elbow into steves side, you shut him up and focus on your brother again. "now, is there a reason you barged in or can we go back to reading?"

dustins grimace on his face seems permanent now. his nose is slightly upturned, his eyes distrusting. narrowing them at you, he takes slow, calculated steps back out of your room. "dinner is ready," he says tersely before leaving entirely.

"well, this will be fun." steve sighs, and you nod grimly.

dinner is not fun.

dustin doesnt look steve in the eye the entire time. he sits as far away as possible from the teen. when asked to pass the bread, dustin pointedly ignores steves request and throws a roll to you. the bread nearly knocks your mothers water over and shes finally had enough.

"goodness, dusty! what has gotten into you tonight?" she exclaims, settling the glass that threatens to spill.

mouth full of mashed potatoes, his eyes light up evilly. before he can even think about opening his obnoxious mouth, you kick him underneath the table. your foot connects with his shin and dustin wheezes mashed potatoes all over his meal.

"dusty!" your mother gasps, alarmed. she looks at you in concern while steve snorts into his glass of water. "what is going on with you three?"

"nothing, mom." grabbing the bread that was thrown at you, you pick it apart with your fingers and make a delighted sound. "dinner is lovely tonight, by the way."

"i love what youve done with the mashed potatoes, mrs. henderson." steve is quick to add, jumping in. he makes a whole show of scooping up the mashed food and shoving it into his mouth, moaning in pleasure. "is there garlic in this?"

your mother, always easily distracted, claps her hands with joy. "why, yes! i wanted to try something different. do you really like it?"

"i adore it."

later that night you find yurtle the turtles mealworms underneath your pillow.

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

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[whatifitis]

♡ pit in my gut, in the shape of you - CL 16

♡

Summary: After a disastrous breakup, you manage to pick yourself up again and reach goals you always thought were out of reach. But what do you do when you run into your ex who does everything in his power to tear you down? Could you ever love again? And do you see your friend the way he sees you?

Author's Note: Omg another one of my old fics 😍 This one is very reworked though. Also, this fic is very much focused on y/n HOWEVER if it is wanted, part 2 has a lot more Charles with a lovely connection :D

WC: 5999

CW: angst, breakup, mentions of depression and its symptoms, Calum Hood portrayed in a bad light (IM A 5SOS FAN PLS DONT HATE ME), a stupid man being mean as fuck, fluff if you squint

You two were best friends. Everyday, you were stuck to each other's side. Whether you were out on adventures, or just at home watching the worst rom-coms ever made. You never got sick of eachother. Forever stuck to each other by glue. 

You always feared that those who loved you would eventually grow to hate you and get annoyed by you. That even the little things you did would result in them leaving, because they have before. But he never left. He stayed by your side for 3 summers. 

But then something changed. He stopped asking you about things; your interests, your days, your work. He stopped kissing you goodnight. He stopped bringing you lilies, your favorite flower. And one day, he just seemed to stop loving you. He left without a word. All he left in your two bedroom apartment was a note saying “I can’t do this anymore”. 

You had noticed the change in his behavior, but you thought, hoped, it was just a rough patch that most couples go through. You thought everything would go back to normal. You thought that if you tried enough, he would stay. You stopped going on tangents about anything and everything. You took on less hours at work to try and cook for him everyday and be present. You tried to make plans with him. But he still wouldn’t give you the time of day. You began to wonder what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong?. Did youtalk too much? Did he start to think your obsession with things was weird or childish? Or did he simply just fall out of love with you? What could you do to change and bring him back? 

The day he left was the day your whole world fell apart. You quit your job, stopped taking care of yourself, and stopped seeing your friends and family. Those around you grew worried, but there was nothing they could do. They couldn’t get you to eat, bathe, or even open the door to your shared apartment. 

2 years have passed and you have managed to move on. Now you have a new amazing job that you love and some new friends that you care for and know that they care for you as well. You moved out of the two bedroom apartment you once shared with your past lover, and moved into a one bedroom apartment that you absolutely adore. You decorated it to be somewhat like your dream apartment. You’ve got bookshelves lining a whole wall, the bookshelves filled with all of your favorite books and some memorabilia you’ve gathered from traveling and from sharing memories with friends and family. The rest of your walls are filled with posters and pictures of things from your interests to friends and family. 

After all this time, you still fear that if you put yourself out there, that people will start leaving you again. You truly don't think you can go through the heart break again. You’ve closed yourself off in some ways. You stopped sharing your interests with people. When asked about your day, you keep it to a minimum. If you saw a rat on the subway on your way to work, you would say so. But you would refrain from talking about how it was the size of your arm and that it was carrying 2 slices of pizza on its back. Something else that you had started doing that you hadn’t noticed was that you started dressing in more bland colors. No more rainbows, sparkles, odd patterns, but more basics in black, white and beige. All the colors and patterns can come off too strongly to some people, better to keep the brightness to a minimum. But you’re happier now. Happier than you were 2 years ago at least.

You now work at the biggest music production company in the country, hoping that one day, you will be able to touch people's hearts with your music and inspire others to follow their dreams, just like you had. One day, as you were on the way to a coffee shop during your break, you saw him. You saw his brown curly hair and his favorite jacket, the one you used to wrap yourself in on cold nights spent with him, walking along the riverside and just talking. He was waiting in line to order his favorite, an iced latte and a slice of banana bread. 

As you stood and stared in the doorway, you saw someone walk up to him and wrap an arm around his waist. She’s blonde and absolutely gorgeous. Probably the most beautiful woman that you’ve ever seen. Whilst you examine the woman, you notice something on the woman's finger. A ring. An engagement ring. Simple, but elegant. 

You debated whether you should leave or stay and pretend you didn’t see anything, as if the scene before you isn’t killing you on the inside. Before you could make your decision, he turned and spotted you. He stared at you from across the room, almost as if he was trying to place where he knew you from. The woman whispers something into his ear and he looks down at his fiance and laughs. 

You stood there, motionless, wondering did he forget me? Is it that easy to forget me? What we had? Or did he just not want to acknowledge me? How could he move on so easily? So quickly?

It was now your turn to order, so you stepped up to the cashier and ordered your usual,  an iced coffee and a cheese danish for yourself, as well as an americano and blueberry muffin for a friend of yours. Once you’d paid, you stepped to the side and waited for them to call your name, indicating that your order was ready. As you waited, you tried your best to not acknowledge him. You didn’t look in his direction and didn’t stand near them. But he kept taking small glances at you. You didn’t understand why he was doing this. Was it to see if you were jealous? If you were still heartbroken? Maybe he was trying to get a rise out of you. 

After some time, your name was called by one of the barista’s so you made your way to the counter and picked up your order, walking out the door as fast as you could. As soon as you stepped out the door, it felt like you could finally take the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. Taking the first steps back to work, you looked back at him, but he wasn’t looking. Instead, he was pulling the woman, his fiance, close and kissing her, as if he knew you were watching, wanting to make you feel some way. 

As soon as you got back to work, you dropped off the muffin and coffee at your friend's desk. As you were making your way back to your desk, one of your company's clients and a close friend of yours, the one she had bought a muffin for, walked up to you and told you that her boss wished to speak to her. Charles gave her a shy smile as he walked away. You raced to your boss’ office where you were told that you had to write a song for one of your favorite artists. You were told to write a ballad about heartbreak, a song that would make people's hearts sink when they listen to the song. You told her boss that it was no problem, not wanting to be a disappointment. 

Immediately, you got to writing. You sat in one of the small studios in the building and began writing. You wrote down various lyrics as you played various chords on the piano. You worked for hours on end until the sun began to rise again. You hadn’t eaten or slept, but you believed you had written one of her favorite songs yet. It was something you held close to your heart and you prayed it was good enough. 

Once you had finished writing the song, you noticed it was 5 am. You decided to race home quickly to refresh and then come back to the studio to show your boss the song you had just written, to get their input. To say you were nervous was an understatement. As much as you loved your job, you hated having to share your work, for fear it would not be well received. You were afraid that the songs you worked on wouldn't be enough. But you pushed through your doubts, because at the end of the day, if you don't believe in yourself, then no one will. 

You played the song for your boss, and they loved it. They told you to immediately record a demo of it and send it to the client. With that, you got to work. Stepping into one of the studios, you found Charles, the blueberry muffin lover. You immediately raced to him with excitement, telling him about how your boss had loved the song you had written and wanted you to record a demo for it and send it to the client, who just so happened to be your favorite artist.

“That’s amazing, ma cherie! I’m not surprised honestly, you’re an amazing songwriter and musician. It was only a matter of time before your talent was recognized.” he smiled softly at you. 

With the help of a producer, you recorded the demo and had it sent to the client, who absolutely loved it and wanted it to be the first single off their new album. You were ecstatic because not only did you love it, but so did your boss and your favorite artist. Soon after, the client came to the recording studio in the building and started recording the song with your help  and a few producers' help. 

Once you had finished recording the song, the client stood there in silence. You felt like you were melting in that studio, full of people you respect and admire. What if it turned out that the client didn’t like the song anymore? That they didn’t want it anymore? What if they wanted someone else to write a song for them? What if you really weren’t good enough? 

Finally, the client spoke, looking right at you “You know,  I don’t think I’m doing this song justice. I think you should record it, properly, and release it under your name. You’ve got an amazing voice and incredible song writing skills. I don’t think it’s fair of me to take this song from you.” 

You thought you were being messed with but after a few moments, realized that the client was being serious. It took a bit of convincing, but you agreed to release this song under your own name, totally not due to peer pressure. Of course you were shitting bricks at the thought of putting yourself out there as a singer, but it was something you were excited for? For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were on the right path. 

Leading up to the release of your first single, there were countless meetings and dinners with important people. People who had power and influence in the music industry. People that she had only dreamed of working with, never thinking it could be real. So many contracts that had to be signed. You began to doubt whether it was something you were worthy of. All these people were taking a big risk in working with you. What if you turned out to be a waste of time, money, and effort. 

One specific day, while you worked with lawyers and managers on getting your new career started, you stepped out of your office building to take a breather and gather your thoughts. But, as you did, you saw him, Calum Hood. The man who broke with silence all those years ago. He’s standing there with his big brown eyes looking directly at you. The two of you stood there staring at each other, 8 feet apart, not saying a word. 

After what seemed like hours, he walked to you, not breaking eye contact. Your heart started racing, wondering why he’s here, why is he walking towards you. As soon as you were in arm's reach of each other, he handed you an envelope. You reluctantly took it from his hand and saw your name written on the front, in beautiful cursive. 

“It’s an invitation… to my wedding. It’s in a few months and I want you there. I know I kinda left abruptly and you’re probably pissed at me, but I hope between now and the wedding, we can reconnect and be happy for eachother. I mean I’m engaged now and you’re obviously seeing someone.”

You were taken back by this comment, why does he think I’m seeing someone? 

He sees the confusion on your face “At the coffee shop, you ordered two drinks and two pastries. I assumed that you were getting it for your partner.” 

When he said this, you thought shit but you also thought, since he’s moved on, you should pretend that you have too. 

You looked back up at him and said “Yeah, I’m seeing someone. I met him here at work a couple years ago.” 

“Great, I’m glad we could both move on and be happy for eachother. I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat or a coffee sometime. We can catch up and reconnect?” 

You agreed. You were curious as to why he left that day. It has been in the back of your mind for the past 2 years. Why not take this chance to find out? Setting a time and date to meet, you said your goodbyes to each other. 

For the next week, you worked and worked, trying to get your new life in order. PLacing everything where you wanted it to be or where it needed to be. All of this was so new to you and now your ex has been thrown back into the mix. You were actively trying not to drown, clawing at the waves to survive. 

You made your way to the coffee shop you and Calum had agreed to meet at. As soon as You walked in, you saw him sitting at a table in the corner. He smiled and waved you over. You walked over and sat down, noticing that he had already ordered for the both of you. In front of you, on the table, sat your favorite drink, but it was hot. You hated hot drinks. Even when it was freezing outside, you always ordered cold drinks. A pastry sat next to the drink, it was a pastry that you’d never tried. 

“I remember these were your favorites. I’m not sure if they still are but hopefully you still like them.” 

“Yeah, thanks” you said, plastering on a smile. You hated that you still loved him, after all this time. Even after he got your coffee order wrong and claimed it was your favorite. 

The two fo you sat there in silence wondering where to start. 

“So uh, how have you been since… you know” Calum says, giving you a toothy smile. 

“Since you left me out of the blue? Yeah I’m doing pretty good” you said with a laugh, almost masking the pain that still pierces your being. 

He lets out a chuckle

“I’ve got a new job, new apartment, new partner. I guess you could say I’m doing great. How about you?” you asked the man before you. 

“Yeah, I’ve been good. I got a big promotion, new house, and I’m getting married to an amazing woman.” 

When he said this, you felt your heart sink into your stomach. 

“Tell me about her.” you said

“Well, she is a nurse. During her free time, she volunteers at an animal shelter. She’s constantly bringing home stray animals as well, hoping she can find them new homes. One of the things I love about her. She uh, she also loves painting. She’s constantly painting something new. We have about 20 of her paintings around the house.” he says with a smile on his face. “She’s literally the perfect woman. I love everything about her. But enough about me. Tell me about your guy. What’s he like?” 

You panicked when he said this. You don’t have a guy. So you thought of someone you could describe, Charles. 

As you begin speaking, you unconsciously smile “Um, well, he’s a driver, like he drives in Formula 1. We met at work when he was looking for a company that could help him bring his compositions to life. We sort of hit it off from there. He plays the piano like it's no one's business. He can also play the guitar and he’s an amazing musician overall. He’s like a chess genius and one day he ran into the studio and told me about a great idea he had. He wanted to use the sounds of chess pieces hitting the board in a song. I mean it’s not a crazy idea. Billie Eilish used an Australian crosswalk sound for a song. Why can’t we use chess piece sounds?” You laugh when you say this, thinking about how absurd it is that Charles comes up with these ideas just out of the blue. 

You continued “He loves getting up early in the morning and going to watch the sunrise. And he loves cooking. He makes the best pesto dishes. Any dish with pesto, he can make into something you can only dream of eating. You should come over one day and try it.” 

“I’d love to. We should all get together one day and have dinner. My fiance and I and you and your mate.” 

“Yeah, just let me know when you two are free. Charles and I are usually only busy during the day.”

“I’ll check with my fiance but yeah, I’ll let you know. What else have you been up to? Any gossip going around that you can share? I’m sure there’s a ton with the amount of celebrities you work with.”

You hate that he’s asking this. You used to tell him everyday that you did not feel comfortable sharing anything you ever heard at work, as it was not any of your business and you wouldn’t want your business being aired out either. 

“Not so much gossip that I can share but, I am currently in the process of releasing a song.” “Really?” he asks in a doubtful tone. “That’s… amazing! I know how much you wanted to be a big song writer, and now you’re gonna be a big star.”

“I’m not so sure about being a big star.”

“Oh no, believe me, you are gonna go on to play in stadiums and sell out tours, and win awards. Trust me, I know you, and I know how talented and hard working you are. You’re gonna be the biggest star anyones ever seen." His tone makes him seem like he’s being sarcastic. 

You feel your cheeks turn red, not from flattery, but from anger? Embarrassment? He never once said he believed in you when the two of you were together. Never once stated that you were talented. Always changing conversation topics when you would bring up your work. 

“Thank you. I’m really excited for this next step in my life.”

“Yeah, no problem. I’m glad we saw each other that day, and that we can talk now. And again, I’m sorry for leaving abruptly all those years ago. I’m not sure what exactly happened but, I’m sorry. I really am” he says. But, you’re finding it hard to believe him. You don’t think he’s actually sorry for his actions. 

“It’s okay. Things happen. People change and there’s nothing we can do about it. Listen, it’s getting late and I should get going, but let me know when we can all sit down and have dinner.” 

“Yeah of course, take care.”

The two of you  stand up and hug before leaving. As soon as you touch, you remembered what it felt like to be with him. Unconsciously, you sank into his arms immediately, not wanting to let go. For a second, you hoped that time would freeze. That you could be his for even another minute. Maybe there’s a chance he could love you again, like you weren’t hopeless. Maybe you could be enough this time. But eventually, you did part. You two walked out of the shop together and then went different directions. 

As soon as you got home, she panicked thinking I gotta talk to “my guy”. You pick up your phone and text Charles, asking him to meet you in front of her apartment building in an hour. He fortunately agrees without questioning it. 

An hour later, you meet Charles at the front of your apartment building. “Hey, What’s up? Are you okay? Why’d you need to meet so soon?” he says while walking up to you, worry sketched into his face. 

“Well you see, I may or may not have bumped into my ex who is now engaged and then talked to him and now he thinks that I’m also seeing someone when I’m not because I need him to think that I have moved on because he moved on and he invited me to his wedding and he needs to think I’ve moved on and that I’m happy.” “I-. Seems like you’ve gotten yourself in quite the predicament.” he lets out a small laugh. “But why do you need me, specifically?”

“I need you to pretend that we’ve been dating for like a year and maybe, possibly, pretty please, be my date to their wedding.” “Oh.” he laughs “I mean, sure. I’m down to help you out. Let me know what our story is so that I can get into character” he jokes. 

“Really? Are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know this is a weird request and stuff.” you explain, beginning to regret your decisions and panicking a bit. 

“Yeah. I’m totally down. It actually sounds kind of fun, almost like I’m crashing a wedding but I'm not. I also sort of owe you for all the help at work. I wouldn’t have been able to get some of those projects done so quickly without you.” 

“Oh, yeah that was no problem. But are you really sure you’re okay with helping me with this?”

“Most definitely. Text me the details when you can. We can begin scheming.” he tells you as he begins to walk away.

Before he disappears from view, you shout back a reply “Alright. Thanks Charles, I really appreciate it.” 

As he turned around, you swore you saw his eyes twinkle. 

Once he’d turned a corner, you went back up to your apartment and took a breath and wondered what the hell did I get myself into. 

A month has passed and it’s time for all four of you to have dinner together. You all met at your apartment. Since you've been working every hour of every day, your “partner” arrived at your apartment ahead of time so that he could prepare dinner for everyone. 

Calum and his fiance, Kayla, arrive and you all gather around the table and begin to eat. You all make small talk with each other, starting with whatever is on the news. As time went on, you all began to feel comfortable enough around each other to talk about what’s happening in your lives and how everyone knows each other. As far as Kayla knows, you and Calum were friends a few years back til work got in the way and you just lost touch.

Throughout the whole dinner, Calum tries to steal glances at you, but you don't give in. He tries grazing your leg with his foot but you ignore it. You don't understand why he’s doing this. He’s happily engaged with a new job and new house. 

Charles soon notices how uncomfortable you are and tries his best to subtly comfort and reassure you. Charles pulls your chair a little closer to himself, not realizing that he’s just saved you from having that man touch your leg again. He asks you if you’re okay and you tell him that you’re fine, giving him a smile that he can see right through. 

You all talk and laugh all night until it’s time for Calum and Kayla to go home. The couple say their goodbyes and leave, thanking you and Charles for hosting and cooking. 

Charles stays back and helps you clean for a bit, even after you’d reassured him that you could do it yourself. 

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks you. 

“Yeah, I just- It was just weird, the whole dinner thing.” you try to brush him off. But he doesn’t let up. 

“Don’t lie to me. I could see how visibly uncomfortable you were. Was he doing something to make you uncomfortable?”

“No, he didn’t do anything. Please just drop it. It’s been a long night.” you say, feeling exhausted. 

“Fine. But this conversation isn’t over yet.” he says as he begins to walk out. 

“Thanks.” you call out to him before he can walk out the door. “For helping me and for cooking dinner tonight. I really appreciate it. The pesto was really good. And thanks for checking up on me, you didn’t need to.” you try to put on a smile for him. But he can’t help but see right through it, and knows right now isn’t the time to push you to talk yet. 

He simply nods and tells you “It was no problem. I’m always here if you need anything.” He smiles at you as he walks out the door. 

A few hours later, you're in your apartment, getting ready for bed when all of a sudden, there’s a knock at your door. You walked to the door to see who could possibly be knocking at your door so late at night. You look through the peephole of the door to see Calum. You weren't sure what to do. Not only did you feel exhausted, but you also wanted to know what was going through his head, why was he here? 

Opening the door, you tell him to come in and ask him why he’s back here at your apartment, especially so late at night. 

He looks at you and just says “I love you. I never stopped loving you. I’ve loved you since the first night I met you. I never stopped loving you.” You’re confused and angry. He left you, out of the blue, and immediately got into another relationship. He made you feel small and foolish. He made you feel unlovable. Unworthy. He made you question your worth for so long. You had to fight claws and chains to come back from the depths of darkness that he threw you in. 

You look him in the eyes and ask “Then why did you leave?”

He holds your stare and says “Because I was an idiot. I didn’t know what I wanted.”

“You didn’t know what you wanted? Really? That’s your answer?”

“Well it’s not like it’s entirely my fault that our relationship ended the way it did. I mean, you had as much of a role in our demise as I did.”

“Excuse me?” You can’t believe him and his audacity “Tell me, what the fuck did I do that made our relationship end? Please, tell me. Go on then.”

“Well I mean, for starters, you were always talking about yourself. You know what, no, you just were always talking. Nonstop. It’s like you couldn’t stand the fucking silence or letting someone else talk. Like who cares if you saw a rat on the subway. It’s New York City for fucks sake. That shit happens everyday.”

“What else?” you asked, trying to keep the tears from falling. 

“You are always so full of yourself. You really think you’re talented? You really think you can amount to something? You write songs. Woo fucking hoo, congratulations. Millions of people can do that, it doesn’t make you special. Just because you got given this new career, doesn’t mean shit. Talentless people make and release music all the time. It doesn’t mean shit. When are you gonna realize that you don’t matter. That people aren’t going to love you like I do.”

“Stop spewing that shit at me. You have no right to say that.”

“No, I have every right considering I wasted so many years on you.”

Eventually, you lost it. Tears were streaming down your face and you stopped holding back.

“I was a fool for loving you and thinking you loved me too. I did everything for you. Everything I did was all for you. But it didn’t mean shit to you. You kept me waiting for your love for years. And I acted like it was fine, like I was fine. I thought maybe someday you’d come around and that it would be something we laughed about when we were older. But I finally learned my lesson. I was naive and foolish to think you could ever love anyone but yourself.”

“Stop with the theatrics for god's sake. All you needed to do when we were together was give me space and be chill and hold your fucking tongue. I’m trying to give you a chance with me again. Just take me back and we can pretend this never happened. You can have a purpose in life again.”

You stare at him not knowing what to say or do, feeling trapped. You can’t believe this man, coming into your home and saying that shit. You can’t believe that at one point in time, you loved him. 

“Go.” you tell him. 

“What the fuck are you saying.”

“Go, get out. Get out of my fucking apartment, I never want to see you again.” You yelled as you pointed towards the door. He looked at you in disbelief “I walk out that door, then this is over for good.” He gestured between you two, “You won’t get another chance.”

“Leave. I don’t need you or your stupid ego.”

“Fine, just remember that you did this to yourself. Have fun spending the rest of your life alone and unsuccessful. No one in hell will be stupid enough to love you, at least not like I did.” 

He walked out of the apartment as you slammed the door shut. 

You had a lot of regrets in your life. But your biggest regret was him. You regretted putting him on such a pedestal. For treating him like he was the sun. For years, you watched him as he tolerated you. You were such a fool for him. You waited patiently, but you were never enough for him. You don’t think anyone will ever be enough for him. 

The whole time he spoke and bashed you, you thought that maybe he’ll never be satisfied. He could have the perfect life with a perfect house and perfect wife and perfect family. But at the end of the day, he will always want more. 

After years of doubting yourself, putting yourself down and believing every word he ever said to you about you, you’re finally at a place where you can confidently say that someday, you will be everything to somebody else. This person will think you’re so exciting. This person will never cease to amaze you. This person will always love hearing you talk, hearing you laugh, wanting to bottle up the sound so that he can listen to it whenever he wants. 

Your first single made it to the top 10 on the charts. YOur schedule was booked full with interviews from various magazines and entertainment channels. Everyone kept asking you “When’s the album coming out?” “Who's the song about?” “Is there a potential love interest in your life right now?” “This man claims the song was written about him, is it true?”. Millions of questions, some that you refused to answer. 

Your first few months of fame were chaotic to say the least. The only time you felt at peace and like you could be yourself was when you were in the studio where you first wrote the song. Oftentimes, you would sit in that studio and just sit in silence, savoring the calm. As you were about to close your eyes and take a little nap, you heard a knock on the door. You call out to the person behind the door stating that they could come in. The door opened and you saw that it was your “partner”. You smiled as Charles walked in, taking a seat next to you. 

“So, how’s fame treating you?”

“It’s pretty tiring if I’m honest.” you laughed.

“It looks tiring.” he laughs with you, “Why are you here alone? Shouldn’t you be mingling with the big names right now? You know, out partying and stuff.”

“Not my kind of thing. How are things with you? What have you been up to?”

“Just the same old stuff. The only difference is that my projects are getting out slower now that my writing partner is big and famous.” he says jokingly. 

“Writing partner? Really? Since when did I get promoted to your “writing partner”?”

“I’m only joking. But yeah, it’s not the same around here without you, cherie.” he smiles softly at you “I never got to check up on you after that dinner. Are you okay?”

“Well I mean, I’m as okay as I can be. No one really teaches you what to do when a “good man” hurts you, so.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that. He seems like an ass. ”

“You only met him once.” you stated, letting out a small laugh. You continue “Yeah, you know what’s crazy? He came back to my apartment a few hours after dinner.” “Why? What did he want?” 

“He just asked for me to take him back, and when I said no, he told me it wasn’t just his fault that we ended the way we did. He said it was also my fault. He also said some other fucked up shit but, it doesn’t matter. He was right.”

“Whatever he said, that night, don’t believe him. You guys ended because he’s a dick, not because of anything you did.”

“You don’t know what happened.”

“No, I don’t. But I do know you. I know you, ma belle. You are a talented songwriter. You are a hardworking person with so much fire and passion. You are someone who never gives up. Someone who will put others before herself. Someone who is unstoppable. Someone who loves unconditionally and is also unconditionally loved. Someone who remembers everyone's favorite order at the coffee shop so that no one feels left out. Someone that people look up to and admire. You are worthy of all the good in the world. I know who you are. ” You look at him, wondering if you really are worth it. 

But you simply replied “Thank you.”

When you’re left with your own thoughts, you start to wonder, would you be able to sail through the changing ocean tides? Maybe. Would she be able to handle the seasons of your life? Maybe. 

All you know is that you’ll always believe in yourself. Believe that there are people who love you. That supports you. That appreciate you. That see you, for who you truly are. For as long as you live, there will always be people in your corner, even when you don’t think they should be. So, maybe one day you’ll find your person. Maybe one day you’ll build a life with this person. Maybe one day, you will believe it when someone says they love you. 

Maybe one day.

[roseworth]

hi. here are my top 5 favorite comic moments ever (sort of in order, they can all be switched around sometimes depending on my mood)

"the son has not surpassed the father" (batman #645)

i cant even put into words what i like about this scene because everything about it makes me insane. its just so beautifully written and fits so well thematically and shows so much about how bruce is feeling without explicitly saying anything. so fucking good

2. "maybe he did. but my little girl is still dead." (batgirl #19)

fucking. fuck. again this moment just shows so much about how cass feels without saying it explicitly. theres a flashback to the man she murdered right after this because she sees herself in the murderer and doesnt believe she can be redeemed. itsfuck ignf. yeah. maybe he changed but she's still dead

3. "i owe you no explanations. i took the only compassionate option." (titans #12)

hoooooooly shit. i get chills every time i think about this im serious. adeline was suffering and about to die and kory killed her. kory saw herself in the suffering of someone else and KILLED HER. hard as fuck. i will refrain from going on a whole tangent about this but i feel like writers sometimes have the Good Guys kill someone and it doesnt really feel right, but this does it so well because it makes sense within the story AND for kory's character. she was right

4. "the last two bullets are for us" (green arrow #32)

this was so fucked up. can i call this a power couple moment. dinah has so much fucking kidnapping & torture trauma then she finds ollie after he was kidnapped & tortured and she goes dw babe we're gonna kill ourselves later. HELLO. i need to chew on them

5. "for all the times i will never forget. for all the things i can never forgive" (gotham city sirens #21)

everyone drop what youre doing and read gotham city sirens #20-21 right now. or read til the end of the book. gcs is mostly just an okay book but it fucking nails the ending. but this moment in particular makes me lose my mind because harley shows exactly how competent she is and gets into joker's cell in arkham with a gun when she thinks about how he hurt her. then the second she sees him she joins him again. its the ideal pre-breakup harley writing to me and this issue (this entire arc tbh) changed me

in conclusion i love my picture books 💞💞 i think more people should post their fav comic moments too because i wanna see everyone else's plsssss

also im putting honorable mentions under the cut:

"its not them" (blackest night: titans #3)

"i still dream of krypton" (supergirl woman of tomorrow #8)

"to the microscopic beings alive on his skin, this child is the entire universe" (poison ivy #6) (basically this entire issue is my favorite but i had to choose one page)

[literaila]

Ik you don't write smut BUT IM BEGGING TO ASK IF THERES EVEN A SMALL TINNNY CHANCE of you writing an (atleast almost) NSFW one shot of reader and gojo when the kids aren't home

satoru is… well, he’s a lot of things.

he’s annoying and loud, terrible at washing dishes, irritatingly pretty, and—he’s no stranger to physical affection.

you’ve thought about the inherent danger of his technique, the side effects of keeping people away just to protect yourself. you’ve thought about how openly closed he is, how fragile he seems for someone almost invincible.

(and you’ve thought about the way his hands feel when there’s nothing there. the way his fingertips trace skin that isn’t even meant to be touched. the intimacy that comes with letting you in, with letting him this close and feeling no fear).

but if satoru is touchy, then you’re a coward.

you’re used to his clinging, used to cuddling with him like space is a insult, used to his latent touches and teasing fingertips.

after a decade of him, you’re used to satoru.

but you’re not used to this.

satoru is pressed up against you—or you to him—and you can barely even feel any of it.

it was nothing, really. you’d gotten out of the shower and satoru had been watching you—like he always does, just without the blindfold—and he said something, then you said something back with a grin on your face and—

there is really no excuse for the way he’s backed you into the door.

you have no way to ration any of this.

no way to explain the feeling of his hands as they hold your jaw up, no possible explanation for your own hands—which have traveled under his stupid t-shirt.

hands that are currently writing poetry on the skin of his back.

and it really is unfair that he’s so soft everywhere.

he’s an antithesis for the evidence of hard work. his fingers are soft as satin and he moves them like he knows it.

he probably does.

and when he uses one of them to pull at your jaw, molding you into him so that you’ll open your mouth even wider and let him—

okay, so you moan a little. so there’s a breathless exhale. so you have to breathe, apparently.

who ever said that intimacy was dignifying anyway?

“hmm?” he’s whispering to you, lips wet, pupils dilated. and he knows you didn’t say anything because he’s smirking, because he would like to tease you about that sound.

and because he knows that you know it.

“shut up,” you murmur to him and use the bit of leverage you have against the wall to push back, to force yourself up so you can kiss him again.

satoru pulls away—just a centimeter or two, but enough to make you whine. “can you do that again?” he asks you. using his thumb to tease at your lip. “i want to make sure i heard properly.”

“then kiss me,” you murmur to him—but you’re far too dazed and breathless for it to sound threatening.

and it should be embarrassing, how badly you want him. how much you need him to do anything.

it might’ve been, the first time you slept together. it might’ve been mortifying to discover how easily your body responds to him, how eagerly you follow his whims and fall for his tricks.

but it’s not now. not even a little bit.

and maybe that’s the love talking—or the hormones.

there’s not a lot of time to dwell.

“i think you should take this off,” satoru tells you, voice a bit dark. his hands move from your face, from where they’re pushing you back, to the hem of your shirt.

and you have to refrain a shiver at the feel of his knuckles against your waist.

you exhale, then swallow, taking care to memorize the disheveled look of him. gojo satoru is always in control.

you’re the only person that gets this sight of him so you might as well make it worthwhile.

“i think you should ask for permission.”

satoru’s lip quirks and he ducks down again to distract you from anything that could matter.

(he’s never asked permission for anything).

he kisses you—harshly, desperately—and breaks for a moment just so he can throw your shirt somewhere else.

and you don’t even mind.

you might be sweating, or you might just still be wet from the shower, but either way you’re burning against him—there’s no time to miss the extra layer. no need to.

satoru begins his descent down to your neck, sucking enough to create bruises, and you try to find the neck of his shirt.

your hands might be shaking a little, your mind a bit unfocused and uncoordinated.

“why—“ you choke when he nips at your skin, a pleasant pain roaming from your spine to your head. “why couldn’t you have worn a button-up?”

“i thought you liked how tight these shirts were,” satoru whispers, trying to tease.

but you only scoff. “i need easier access.”

he laughs and shakes his head at you, throwing his shirt off in .6 seconds—probably somewhere you’ll never find it.

you pull him back to you just as fast. “at least your speed is useful for something.”

satoru messes with the strap of your bra with one hand, the other trailing down your side so he can dip a finger under your waistband. “let me show you how useful i can be.”

so, you let him.

because you may still be flustered at his willingness, his words and stupidly accurate ministrations—but you’re no fool.

he fiddles with the clasp of your bra while you unbutton your pants. he kicks off his sweats while you throw your underwear somewhere forgotten.

when you find your way back to each other, satoru’s heart his beating just as loud as yours. he looks at you for a moment, like he’s just realized how to use his eyes. and then his hands find you again, one pulling you closer by your arm, the other immediately holding your head back so you look at him just the same.

there’s no technique there. satoru has no concept of infinity whenever you’re around.

and you’re no stranger to him.

so you just let him do what he does best.

[c0llisiion]

Cr. _3aem on twitter/x for the pic!

★pairing : gojo satoru + fem!reader

★genre : smut

★: clan leader!gojo, mean dom!gojo, yandere type ig? , Mention of possessive gojo , cuckqueanery, voyeurism , degradation, fellacio , name calling , slapping, bondage — lmk if i missed any ^^

★W/C: 874

A/N : HIIIIII I DECIDED TO WRITE MY FIRST JJK SMUT CUS I BE GOING THROUGH THAT SATORU GOJO BRAINROT ( my gorgeous man is coming back frfrfr ) kinda gives me the ick everytime i proof read it 😭 but ANYWAYS HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Thinking about clan leader Gojo, who you were forcefully married to.

Your clan and the gojo clan had a lot of tension building up between each other, and the last option was to marry the gojo's gifted son and the youngest beauty of yours as a peace treaty.

He had met you before. To say the least, he was not very fond of you. He thought of you as just a daddy’s princess who had no talent, even though your cursed technique was one of the rarest.

Satoru was not pleased at first, but he had a change of heart.

Satoru was rude to you every waking second. He treated you like his cumrag. You were to obey him at all times.

You want to go out? He will join you too.

He would threaten to slice someone’s head off if they ever laid eyes on you or stared at you for too long. Cause you were his toy. His to look at. His to fuck every night till you were brain-dead.

He would dismiss his rudeness towards you as possession or love.

His cerulean eyes glowed as he rutted into you at an inhumane pace. His pale hand covered your mouth, stopping you from talking back to him. “You are damn right about me hating you. Cause you are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine. All mine.” He would say, landing a harsh slap on one of your tits.

You writhe in pain, kimono all over the place, and your legs split open as he pounded his length harder and harder. “My fucking whore. You like it, don't you? Getting treated like a useless whore? Yeah? That's right.. You can’t do anything about it cus you belong to me. Your perfect little body is all mine."

His servants are always on alert. After your little sessions he would order them to clean you up while he goes out into the gardens for a smoke.

He wouldn’t even take a chance in cleaning you up himself or embracing you. ‘You don’t deserve it.’ Is all he said to you when you asked him.

He liked seeing you suffer. Your tears and your cries were a pleasure for him. That's why he got you tied up. Hands tied behind you, and legs tied wide open as you watch your husband get his dick sucked by another woman.

This man was a sadist. He watched you cry and writhe as one of his hands was bobbing this other woman’s head on his dick. Legs splayed out. His hair tussled.

His haori hung loose around his body and he had an evil smirk on his face. “You like the sight, wife? You like seeing me fuck someone else’s mouth, don't you sweetheart?” He said.

“No! Satoru! Please! Please! I'm sorry! Please satoru stop it! I don't like it!” You cried out. Face stained with tears and voice hoarse from the constant begging and crying.

Even though he treated you like shit, you still loved him. That was your husband. Your husband.

Your legs twitched as your arousal dripped down from your wet cunt.

“Seems like you are enjoying it.”

You shook your head. He let out a dark chuckle and threw his head back as he made the other woman choke on his length. He let out a deep breathy moan as the woman kept bobbing up and down.

He hissed and moaned, to taunt you. “So.. fucking.. Good.” He bluffed.

“Satoru please! I can do so much better!! Please im sorry im so so sorry! I will only listen to you! I will worship you, Satoru! My eyes will only be for you! Please satoru!” You pleaded out in defeat. Crying uncontrollably.

Satoru raised his eyebrows in amusement. The woman in between his legs was giving him the worst head of his life. He just wanted to see you beg for him after your little drama earlier that day.

Satoru called in two of his trusted and loyal servants, commanding them to untie you. His servants had seen worse, so it wasn’t that awkward for them.

As they untied you and left, you immediately fell on the floor, crawling to gojo mindlessly, with hunger in your eyes.

You pushed the woman off his dick, sending her flying to the wall. satoru giggled at your eagerness.

You immediately wrapped your lips on his dick, taking him in fully. His hands grabbed your hair and started thrusting into your mouth. You gagged and moaned as his dick hit the back of your throat.

Gojo was in full pleasure. His head was thrown back, and his body arched off the couch as you give his underside and balls attention.

You choked around his length, your nose hitting the base as he pushed you further down his shaft. He tugged your hair before pulling you away.

You gasp and cough, a mixture of your spit and his precum all over your chin. A string of the mixture connected your lips and his tip. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes.

Satoru looked disheveled. He slapped your face softly before pulling you into a heated kiss, tasting yours and his mixture, smiling into the kiss.

“I fucking hate you.”

A/N: AHHH THANK YOU FOR READING <333 how was it? Should i be writing more jjk? Ilysmmm!

[mentally-gone002]

is it too early to love you? - part 3

(moodboard made by moi)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

summary: another case has reader flying to another city. she silently copes with not being in a relationship anymore but finds herself in spencer’s hotel room. 

a/n: i wrote all the parts so that’s why im releasing them so fast gang

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i woke up after my alarm. about an hour after. of course i woke up late the day after i was dumped. 

i quickly got dressed, made my hair look somewhat reasonable and then left, driving quickly through the morning traffic to get to work before i was late enough to make people worry.

but of course i was late, and it made people worry. 

as soon as i got into the roundtable room everyone’s heads snapped in my direction. 

“are you okay?” penelope was the first to ask, remote in hand as she was mid-brief with the rest of the team. her hand landed in my shoulder lightly.

i nodded at her and sat beside spencer like i always did. my lips pursed together in a smile as i looked at everyone apologetically. “sorry for being late. continue garcia.” 

she nodded, still worried, but she continued with the brief. 

“hey,” spencer followed on my heels after the brief. we had thirty minutes until we were expected on the jet. “are you okay? you look tired.”

i nodded at his observation. “i’m okay, spence.” i walked faster than him to stop at my desk to grab the go bag i have stashed there just in case i don’t bring my usual one. “back to back cases suck.” i sighed heavily to myself with a lean against my desk. 

spencer stood in front of me, just observing. his mouth opened like he was going to say something but he refrained, walking away to his own desk a few feet away. 

my fingers pinched the bridge of my nose, wishing i could look at him without being reminded that he was one reason my relationship ended last night. 

yesterday morning. 

i don’t remember what time. 

and those voicemails he’d left. they kept playing in my head.

the pocket of my jacket i still had on buzzed with an incoming call. i took it into my hand and read the caller name. 

james.

hesitantly i answered. 

“hey.”

“hi. i forgot something at your place so im coming by to get it.” 

i straightened up a bit. “i’m not home.”

“i don’t care, i can ask for a spare key or something.”

“it isn’t like a motel, the landlord isn’t always there.” i sighed in exhaustion. “i’ll leave the key on my desk here, you can come in and get it.”

“i don’t want to come into your work.” james sounded impatient.

my eyes traveled over to where spencer was staring at me. when he was caught he looked away. “i’m leaving for a case… again, so i won’t be in.” 

james is silent. “okay, fine. i’ll be there in five minutes.”

“okay, i’ll leave it under my mousepad. bring it back when you’re done.” 

“whatever you say.” 

and then the call ended. 

i groaned quietly in exhaustion and slammed my hand wrapped around my phone into the desk, sounding a loud thump through the bullpen. i got a few looks, which consisted of every set of eyes from the team on me, and i smiled awkwardly. my hand hurt from how hard i hit the table. 

“you alright over here?” morgan walked up to me in a slow stride. he had a look of concern over his whole face. 

i nodded. they were gonna pester me until they find out what happened and why i’m acting the way i am. “i’m good, morgan.” i assured him. 

he gave me that look of ‘i can see right through you’ but didn’t push me to say anything else. “we should start heading towards the jet.” 

i nodded and grabbed my bag, after taking my apartment key off of my keychain to leave it where i told james it would be. 

i followed close with morgan and the rest of the team behind me to the elevators. spencer silently walked to my side, so close i would bump arms if i moved at all.

the wait for the doors to open was making me antsy. i just wanted to be on the jet and get out of this city. 

the elevator opened after the usual signaled noise it made and james walked out of it. his eyes met mine and then went to spencer’s. i swallowed thickly. 

“key?” he asked. 

i gestured to the bullpen. “where i said it was.” 

he sighed, looked at spencer again and walked into the bullpen quickly. 

as i stepped into the elevator the team gave me a collectively strange look. 

“we had an argument last night.” i muttered, trying to ebb the tension they were making me feel. some of their faces softened at my explanation, but spencer kept on staring in concern. 

i avoided his gaze like the plague. 

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spencer noticed i was avoiding him more than usual. the team noticed too. trust me i didn’t love the idea of being away from him. he’s amazing and brilliant and everything about him is just… 

my knuckles wrapped against the door of spencer’s hotel room. it was midnight, or later than that. 

i knew spencer didn’t sleep most nights since i had to double with him on one case and he stayed up until two in the morning working on that case. 

when he opened the door i quickly went inside, not even taking in his appearance or saying a word. 

“i didn’t think you’d be awake.” spencer told me. “what’s going on?”

i sat on his bed, shaking my head. “i’m sorry i’ve been avoiding you.” i looked up at him through my eyelashes, observing his late night appearance that was just plaid pants, a t-shirt and an unbuttoned knitted sweater. 

he shook his head dismissively. “it’s okay. we all have our own reasons for things.” 

i shook my head. “james said that you like me… or he guessed you do.” my voice was shaking and i didn’t know why. “we got into an argument about it last week after rossi’s party… and then i left for that case and when i got home he had packed all of his things and left.” why did i tell him all of that?

spencer lowered himself onto the floor so that he could see my face instead of staring at the back of my head. “he broke up with you because of me?” 

i shrugged. “you were one of the reasons… but it was mostly my job… and me.” i shifted my eyes away from him as the teary feeling appeared behind them. 

“why didn’t you tell me?” 

“because i didn’t want to.” i focused on him. “i haven’t even told my mom yet.” i scoffed slightly at myself as i hid my face in my hands. 

spencer wanted to reach out a hand as an attempt to give me some comfort, but he resisted. 

“i’m sorry,” i sat up and looked at something behind spencer. “i don’t know why i came here and just ranted about something you probably don’t even give a shit about.” i stood up from his bed and started walking to the door. spencer caught my arm with his hand to stop me. “what’re you doing?” i quizzed. 

he shook his head slowly, just staring me in the eyes. i stared back because i didn’t know what to do. his hand loosened and slid down my arm to hold my hand. “i’m sorry.” he stepped closer until we were toe to toe. 

i had to crane my neck to look up at him. he’s taller than james by a few inches. “it’s fine.” i whispered, watching him stare at my lips for longer than he should. i got that strange feeling in my stomach as we just looked at each other. 

spencer moved after some time, leaning down, almost in slow motion, and he kissed me. he kissed me and i kissed him back. 

in the middle of his hotel room. 

in the middle of the night. 

and i liked it. it made my head go quiet and my body feel all fuzzy. like there was tv static under my skin. 

but i pulled away in a rush. “we shouldn’t have done that.” i murmured, lips grazing his as i spoke. spencer breathed heavily and searched my eyes for something, anything that would tell him that i liked it. he must have found it because i didn’t even try to hide the fact that i did. and he took that as a sign to kiss me again. 

i hummed, slotting my lips with his again. over and over again, letting the taste of him corrupt my mind until i realized my hands were in his hair and his hands were on my waist, pulling me closer than what i thought was possible. 

“spencer.” i pulled away, moving out of his grasp. “i can’t…” 

he looked at me like i was the only girl in the world. but he nodded, understanding why. his hands fell away from me hesitantly. “okay… okay, i’m sorry.” he whispered. 

i shook my head. “it’s okay. i… i liked it.” i smiled slightly at him and walked to the door, leaving quietly to my own room. 

i didn’t know what to make of the night because so much happened. but i felt happy, for the first time in two weeks, so it was worth it.

and as much as i hated to admit that james was right, he was. because spencer wouldn’t have kissed me if he didn’t like me like that… would he?

[acanth3]

The Sound Of The Stars English Translation

EPISODE 11/14

A Few Days Later Back at COSPRO

HiMERU: Now, please start.

Mika and Jun: …..

Rinne: Great job, just like that, Mi~tan…

Why is Jun-kun doing it together with him?

Niki: He realized how important it is to know english while working abroad so he was studying with Kage-kun recently

Jun is so serious~ 

Kohaku: I mean it is convenient to know english to work with fans

Niki: I think you should be able to tell what’s going around based on the mood. If you showed me a menu on a table, I can just order pointing with my finger.

Rinne: Well, I don’t think I’d be able to speak english studyin’ like Niki.

Instead , we should take a picture of their hardwork, right?

Kohaku: No need to worry, their picture was already taken

Rinne: There’s only 3 days left till the space exam, Mi-tans grade’s have been growing little by little but haven’t finished yesterdays work yet…

How far will Mi-tan go durin’ this rush period? It’s really somethin’ to see♪

HiMERU: Stop being noisy, Amagi. They are taking an exam, be quiet. 

Rinne: Oops, Merumeru don’t get angry, you’ve entered this room like a teacher. If you put on glasses you'll look like a beautiful heroine in a manga?

Kohaku: He said don’t be noisy. Shut up for a little while 

Rinne: Even if ya say that, we still have our roles in Crazy:B, yea?

This whole space travel project and Valkyrie becomin’ major celebrities linked to COSPRO

We’re close to them, we have to make a documentary it’s why i’m recording.

If it’s so quiet, and don’t say anything, our viewers will get bored, right?

HiMERU: Huh….this kind of thing. Just edit it later and add narration, problem solved. 

Anyways, an exam is being taken right now, please don’t make so much noise. 

Rinne: (Whispering) HeyHey, got it. I’ll be quiet. 

Kohaku: Well, regardless of how Rinne-han is acting about this, a documentary is a good idea for promotion

Niki: At first, the attention on this project was high

This documentary by Rinne-kun can be a hot topic worldwide and gain more attention

Kohaku: I understand the spirit of it, but just got wary in case he had something else prepared…

Rinne: I’m not doing anything strange, not in this project.

Rather, the more successful this project becomes the more attraction COSPRO will get, the better the economy for us will be

In that case, isnt it wiser for us to make this project to our fullest, right?

Niki: Uwaah…that’s alot of ideas. Do you want to go with Kage-kun?

Rinne: If I wanted to go, it’s not like I could. Im not really interested in universe or stars

Kohaku: Is that so~ I’m a little intrested in space travel

This planet is big enough for me, I can’t believe theres a world bigger than this. I genuinely admire him 

Niki: Nahaha, Kohaku-chan is such a little boy thinking of the large scale of the world~♪

Kohaku: Niki-han I don’t yearn to go to space

HiMERU: –It was just Amagi, but now Oukawa and Shiina are being noisy. How many times do I need to tell you for you to understand? 

Niki: Uwah! HiMERU-kun you look like an idol! 

Kohaku: Theres no use with HiMERU, this conversation should just be quiet… (Idk if this is right0 

Rinne: Well, even if we’re being so noisy. It wont disturb their concentration, look at them they should be praised

Mika and Jun: ……

Rinne: I can expect the results for this test, right?

HiMERU: —Well, what about it?

Time’s up. Put down your pen and papers, please give it to me. 

Jun: Haha, I dont know about this but having HiMERU teach me studying feels strange~

Are you really that smart? I dont remember if you are sorry

HiMERU: Please refrain from speaking, I will grade it now.

Jun: Yes, yes. Thank you for your hard work Kagehira-san. How did you go?

Mika: …..

Jun: Kagehira-san?

Mika: Nnnah, what is it Jun-kun? Did you need somethin’?

Jun: No, I asked you how you did on the test…..

Kohaku: Mika-kun doesn’t seem to be looking okay but he should be fine right?

Mika: Haha, …..M’okay

But, I’ve been studyin’ and trainin’ everyday so maybe i’m just tired…

Rinne: Oi,Oi! If that’s so, take a fall and rest before you get on that space trip Mi-tan

Oi, Niki. Prepare a refine dish for Mi-tan

Niki: Ok~ay, meal wise I’m trying to make something the Vice President told me to make, but if Kage-kun isn’t feeling well, I’ll talk to him to change it. 

Jun: You shouldn't overdo it, it’s an important time now. 

If you're not up to it, I'll lighten up tomorrow's training. It’s okay to take a break.

Mika: Don’t worry, sleep is enough fer’ me, I’ll be fine. Oshi-san is aslo doin’ his best for me behind the scenes

And everyone in COSPRO has helped out so much

So much people are expectin’ alot from me, Whatever I have to do, I can do it…..♪

Rinne: Ooo, what a nice thing to say. I'm gonna edit this documentary with enthusiasm

Jun: …..

HiMERU: —Please refrain from talking now. I will announce the results

Kohaku: Oh, already graded? So quick, huh?

HiMERU: All you need to do is check the wrong answer, it doesnt take that long. 

First of all, it’s the results of the test, however for the time being we have been patiently waiting for this

Jun: Oh, looks like I surprisingly got a good score~ I had a hunch I would

HiMERU: Now, time for the main event Kagehira-san…

—Unfortunately, you have failed. It’s a pity you did not pass

Mika: …..I see, I couldnt do it. 

Jun: It’s alright, there’s still 3 days left till the exam

You’re getting to the point of it being a pity, huh, HiMERU?

HiMERU: If you could have answered correctly 2 or 3 more times you would have passed.

Jun: See, listen to what HiMERU said, dont be so depressed

Mika: Ahaha, thank you for encouragin’ me, Jun-kun. It’s okay I’m not so depressed.

Jun: Is that so..?

Mika: Yeah, but I still feel a bit stuffy

Sorry but I'm gonna go get ready for tomorrow's trainin’ and study, I’ll go home and sleep.

Jun: Huh, oh yea, thank you for working hard. 

Mika: Well, excuse me.

Rinne: Welp, this is quite the development

Well, that’s the end of Mi-tan, all cornered up…Gyahaha♪

Niki: Rinne-kun doesnt even have the heart of a human! How could you say such a thing in this atmosphere?

Kohaku: …..Is Mikahan okay?

He said he wasnt feeling depressed, but hes obviously depressed, right? Jun: …..

lol i know this is so late and like a month after the event

[fawnbong]

"Bad trip" - Ramshackle

Pebble + Reader

Platonic

Headcanons

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Lwk more of a character study I just think he's neat

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I actually don't know if he's like exclusive to Stone as in nobody else can see him but i think (???) hes visible to others ppl but idc im writing this anyway i like pebble

Pebble is so neon and "in your face", he sticks out like a sore thumb. Ramshackle is full of muted greys, browns, and yellows, as if there's some permanent vintage film over everything you see. Pebble, on the other hand, flaunts his blinding bright colors and patterns with very little care- pride, even. You can go maybe ten seconds looking at him head-on before you have to look away.

Also, he's loud and obnoxious in general, not just visually. He just loves jumping from topic to topic, sometimes before even wrapping the previous one up. He'll start talking about saving the earth and volunteering at a kids camp to promote candy consumption before switching up the topic completely and yapping about his favorite novella or something stupid like that.

You probably didn't befriend Pebble willingly. He's kind of like a leech- he decides he kind of likes you and sticks to you like glue. Of course, he's only around for so long before he has to dip, so it allows you some time away from him. Still, he makes decent company, and his carefree nature makes him pretty fun to be around. It doesn't take long before he grows on you.

His annoying nature is something you likely just have to adjust to and get used to with time. He's capable of making a decent joke every now and then, and he's surprisingly easygoing despite being kind of annoying and "all over the place" most of the time. He's happy to boast about his skills on the guitar and his extensive knowledge about the Earth and the environment. He's also always happy to bug Stone and mindlessly follow him around, lazing about in the air and yapping about every topic under the sun.

Stone doesn't like that you're practically best friends with Pebble. It doesn't stem from jealousy or anything of the sort, but rather a general distaste towards the blue-haired troglodyte. He's far too annoying and pressing for his liking, and he talks his ear off almost every hour of his high. Still, he refrains from commenting on it. At least you give him a break from Pebble every now and then.

Since he can take on the form of whatever he desires, he's more than happy to turn into a chair for you to bash over someone's head. Says yes with little to no questioning, although he may ask for something in return and give you a hard time about repaying him for such a kind favor.

Flirty in a way that makes everyone in the room stare silently in collective disgust and gag. He thinks he's soo funny when he hits a stupid pose and a smolder after a "smooth" comment, but it's more embarrassing than anything. He's also flirty in the joking way that friends are flirty, and nonchalantly makes silly comments and quips that he 100% expects you to return. Please match his freak.

Brainrotted to his core despite being from times away before most modern technology. It's not like he says "skibidi toilet" or whatever, but rather he needs constant stimulation and repeats recently learned nonsensical phrases to annoy people, kind of like how some people gain new vocal stims after watching a show or movie. It annoys everyone, not just Stone. Skipp may laugh and find it silly, though.

Whips out an acoustic guitar and starts singing Kumbaya. Probably has crazy duets with Skipp.

Technically, he's not real. You can't touch him, and he can't touch you (probably idk). That doesn't mean he doesn't try. He pretends to grab strands of hair, twist and play with them before discarding them completely, or tries to grab your hands so that he can "dance" with you, or something stupid like that. Gets all bummed out when it doesn't work because he's a hallucination and you're real.

If Stone doesn't wanna put up with him, you have to. Pebble is an attention whore and if he can't get it from Stone, he'll go to the next best source. He kind of just lazes about and encourages you to have a good time (do drugs). He's there for a fun time, not a long time, for the effects of candy can only last so long. He likes to show off and is happy to take requests when playing his guitar. I think he'd play a lot of crunchy/granola millennial music that was super popular in like 2014-2016 or something idk I'm not a millennial thank god

He's surprisingly blunt and not very helpful. He's maybe capable of giving decent advice, but absolutely refuses to. He could tell you to go talk your feelings out, but he'd much rather tell you to just wait because they'll "come around eventually," and that, since actions speak louder than words, you should send them something nice, like uncooked pasta with cryptic messages written on the packaging. May also tell you to spit in their coffee at some point.

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A/N: idk this has actually been in the drafts for like ever i cant think of a title for this i might have to die

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

Severance s2e3 live reactions, because I guess I’m doing this now

- hello Ms. Cobel :)

- Mark buddy why the fuck are you timing how long it takes to get down the elevator

- Irving’s hesitation to go to O&D?? just stab me in the chest

- helly being so encouraging to Irving when I’m so suspicious that’s not helly?? Fuckkkkk

- “Once we’re out the door my outie will know what to do!” Mark please don’t let your innie down pls pls pls

- OH THE TENSION BETWEEN MARK AND HELLY. IT IS. SO VERY THERE. THEYRE MESSYYYYY

- I suspect the balloons are going to be a running theme

- IRVING YOU ABSOLUTE KING FOR RECREATING THE PAINTINGS

- is this him wanting to look for that hallway in the paintings or is this him hiding from O&D

- Dylan has bought in to the bullshit room plans, noooo the union busting is working

- I desperately want to know what Natalie’s deal is. Girl who are you. Why does the board like you and only talk through you. She doesn’t say anything except what the board has to say.

- OH THAT CONGRATULATIONS WAS HER. okay so there is a person in there somewhere

- something something the fucked up reward of getting to see god portrayed as you when you move up in the system and how that encourages you to play god with the people under your control-

- HELLO MS. COBEL.

- istfg if anything happened to those goats-

- helly is awfully hesitant when it comes to investigating with the goats. Very different from the girl who broke so many rules and tried to hang her outie… interesting…

- GOATS!!!!!!

- Goat?? Man??? Man dressed as goat??? Why

- “are you here to kill me” “hi I’m mark :)” this is a comedy actually

- this woman is living in an apocalypse zone and bitch rolls up in his nice suit like “hi I’m mark”

- Irving is looking at that painting,,, psychic damage

- HI FELICIA (meme voice)

- RAGHHHHH HIM AND FELICIA HAVE BOTH LOST SOMEONE THEY CARE ABOUT AND THEY BOTH GET EACH OTHER THEY FINALLY HAVE SOMEONE WHO GETS IT

- “wellness. we don’t abide such fripperies here.” Girl we can tell

- Also something about how the cowbell calls people but the goats don’t respond… something about how the innies were “locked up like animals” and she just summoned her department with something associated with animals…

- “is it rude to keep asking why you’re a kid” no because we’re all thinking it. But also yes, probably.

- holy fuck they’re really out there lovebombing Dylan so goddamn hard

- something something they saw what Dylan G would do for his innie family with overtime and then they said “we need him to care about something else right now, he’s too dangerous”

- “who’s Seth” “please refrain from sharing sensitive or privileged information” THEY DONT EVEN GET TO KNOW MILCHECK’S NAME

- they’re guilting him into company loyalty and I’m going to start biting. “life is better on the inside” ass behavior. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you

- do we think this is actually his wi- WHY THE FUCK IS THE PICTURE LIKE THAT

- BLACK AND WHITE AND OLD TIMEY CLOTHES???

- WHY??

- Irving and Felicia friendship is everything to me actually

- “I’ve only ever seen him scared of one thing. he spent two hours on his hair the first time he went to visit you” I am fucking unwell what the fuck

- the drawings are so-

- THE EXPORTS HALL???

- union organizer mark real

- POUCHLESS???

- Dylan’s wife has a pouch for her things that they made her carry in… hmmmmm…

- “no more cameras!” Mhm yeah so that camera angle had nothing at all to do with surveillance at all. We totally believe you

- Dylan’s visit with his wife is so awkward

- OUTIE DYLAN?!?!?!

- NATALIE HANGING WITH RIKEN?? What the fuck is up

- oh she’s mask off, interesting. Ain’t no way she gives a shit about the book

- they’re trying to make Riken into company propaganda Jesus fuck

- Devon my love my light my hope in the outie world she is so on to them

- THEYRE SO CLEVER. THEYRE SO FUCKING CLEVER

- CAN’T PASS A NOTE? SEAR THE NOTE INTO YOUR RETINAS I GUESS

- GOD THEYRE SO CLEVER, DEVON IM KISSING YOU ON THE LIPS

- I’m about to get jumpscared so bad by Harmony Cobel aren’t I

- oh that’s really not where I expected her to go. Maybe she is more obsessed with Kier than with Mark

- COLD HARBOR MENTIONED

- oh shit she really said me or Milcheck and LOST

- OH SHIT SHE JUST CALLED HELENA A NEPOBABY TO HER FACE

- “why don’t we reset. It doesn’t have to be this way��� I just got chills, is she severed? Is she about to be severed? What the fuck

- I need to study Cobel under a microscope. What just happened

- mark is doing conspiracy shit and is simultaneously so exasperated when conspiracy shit happens

- REINTEGRATION?? OH I WAS EXPECTING IT AFTER THE THEME SONG BUT I WAS NOT EXPECTING IT TO HAPPEN THAT FAST

- Mark pls tell Devon before doing this. PLEASE tell Devon before doing this

- I’m so scared of this going wrong

- HOLY SHIT WHAT A WAY TO END THAT EPISODE

[sadisticangelboo]

Fun fact: I made my bio after a creep was jerking off to my art and sending me NSFW all the while I'm a minor so keep that in mind

Anyways

Uh

I'm willing to be friends with anyone of any age, as long as it's not anything out of the friend zone.

I have a few aus

Like the Hera AU for Cookie Run Kingdom (You can expect me to post more about the game than this au because my ADHD won't let me stay focused majority of the time)

(Yes I ship ShadowSugar BUT IM ALSO... a multi shipper 😈)

My super sigma Gravity Falls au: The Cipher Legacy 🤯🤯🤯🤯

I'm only posting a goofy meme of it rn because I need to draw more on this (the green babe is Lilith Cipher)

And

My Dandy's World au called Gigi's Casino

(I swear if someone gets on my ass for being into Forsaken and Dandy's World one more time, I'm gonna blow up -)

Wait.

You thought that was all?

SIKE I HAVE AN MLP INFECTION AU CALLED THE ALICORN EXPERIMENT BEAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA

Anyways, I'm 15, I have ADHD, and I do have opinions that I will stick to.

I do not like toxic ships, I'm fine with anything else. Please refrain from forcing toxic ships on me because I will not hesitate to hit that precious block button 🙏

I AM OPEN TO ANY RAREPAIRS YOU HAVE PLEASE HIT ME WITH THE RAREST OF THE RARE PAIRS 💔💔💔

Anyways, the names Evelyn, I'm bisexual, I like to yap and I say fuck because I think it makes stuff funnier/j

[sudusong]

World of Twelve dashboard simulator #2

👁️ katarynadance follow

Freaks may say i want to fuck antonio sadisski from the bontarian boufbowl Love Arrow team. I'm freaks. I mean im freaks. I mean im freaks.

🌌 somethingquietplace

I wouldn't go that far, but NGL, I don't know how one might not develop an affinity for him... Very charming man! He might be the second greatest player after Khan.

Then again, my opinion on who the second greatest player is changes all the time, haha.

🌸 sadidaskickshoe follow

Ehh khan's been dead for centuries....! Let it go. I think he's cool, but thinking nobody will ever be better is crazy...

🌌 somethingquietplace

He developed most of the techniques still used to this day, just so you know. Visit a museum perhaps. It might be helpful?

🎃 sacriblo0ody follow

average khan fan showing how much criticism of his favourite misogynyst he can withstand.

🌌 somethingquietplace

And you're an average 16 year old child with Very Important Opinions trying to educate me nicely.

🧀 cheesefuckersupreme follow

Seeing somethingquietplace and sadidaskickshoe on the same post is kind of terrifying.

#worlds most toxic crossover? #20 callout posts gang real?

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🧀 cheesefuckersupreme follow

Guys they both blocked me ASFHFKDKGJSJ

Do i get a boufbowl fandom badge of honor now????? Did i make it in life?????

🦠 gorebludsac follow

I don't think it's a nice way to post, considering one of them is like neurodivergent and a minor, and the other is tumblr user somethingquietplace (diagnosis self explanatory)

🧀 cheesefuckersupreme follow

I'm sorry yeah i forgot that they're both diagnosed.

#ngl i feel bad kinda for both of them

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🌌 somethingquietplace

.

I hate adventuring with other people. Just being there and knowing I'll never be their friend. I want to say something, be in the conversation, but I never know what to say, and everyone already knows each other and

Well even when they don't yet know each other, obviously they'll prefer anyone else over me. They'll give up on trying to talk to me.

It's so weird... I hate everyone. Everyone has stupid interests and tastes. Just braindead things. Romance and fucking and fashion. And all of them have normal lives and normal families and once in a while they ask something about mine and I don't know what to say at all. And I want to be liked. Even if I have zero respect for anyone I want to like me. Is it weird?

I guess I'm just sad because I don't have that innate talent to pretend like I care about other people. Or maybe I wish someone actually liked me besides my family.

#delete later #...I really like this ''forbid others from reblogging a post'' function they added recently #When my dad dies I think I will finally kill myself I guess. #not osu #Honestly I can't tolerate anyone at my work. I hate them all and want them dead. #And I can't tolerate anyone close to my age. #They all insult me. Constantly. You know. #So the only people who like me are my family. #Its neverending. I can't take it anymore. #I think me only liking my family might be a self fulfilling prophecy but i don't care. #or so I think.

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🌸 sadidaskickshoe follow

people who post about their family issues on here are weird.... My brother isn't here but just the idea of him seeing anything on my phone makes me so scared to write anything!! 😵‍💫

#temp

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🌌 somethingquietplace

I wish people would refrain from obvious vagueblogging about my deleted posts.

#delete later #not osu

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🌸 sadidaskickshoe

people who stalk other peoples blogs are so weird!! I think it's easier to follow one another. Because this is getting embarrassing for us both XD

🌌 somethingquietplace

Ok.

#Mostly I am following you because you said you liked Khan Karkass. #Even if you don't have good opinions (ones I agree with) on him.

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🦠 gorebludsac follow

A second mad xelor explosive machine has hit the tumblr boufbowl fandom

#those.two.... are mutuals now. #i canrt stop laughing there are tears rolling down my face #remember when kickshoe told me in explicit detail how she wanted me to kill myself #or how quiet typed out whole 40 paragraphs of threats #and ended that post with ''youre wasting my time away from work'' as if hes not termianlly online too #this is historical for me and nobody else

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🪰 maldemal follow

She throw dice on my tabletop til i eacflipcity

🕳️ eviltreeman follow

Collect my Thirsty Branches

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🎭 syxxxxxaenika follow

Bruh someone tried to kill the prince again and missed. How the fuck does a fifth assassin in a row fail at killing the prince of brakmar!!!! I can't live in this stupid country anymore

🌸 sadidaskickshoe

Even if things suck i dont think killing royals is the answer..... 😰

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Was in a store recently. The prices were disgusting, and the worst of all, the Ministry of Moral Purity wants to propose a tax for being negative about the government... Are we in Brakmar now? Is this Brakmar we're in?

I have something very taxable to say but shall refrain.

🎭 syxxxxxaenika follow

Bontarians when something bontarian happens bontarianly in bonta: is this fucking brakmar

unlike you, I have the free speech to wish death on our royalty. I can say freely that I hope the prince of brakmar kills himself.

🌌 somethingquietplace

It's literally so easy to hate you even besides the holier than thou attitude... Your city has lava. Would a good place to live with good people have lava. Would a good place with good people have invented something called "the Brakmarian burial"?

🎭 syxxxxxaenika follow

You can't be saying that white-blue boy

#WHERE DID A RANDOM BONTARIAN LEARN A 500 YEAR OLD GANG TERM FOR BODY DISPOSAL?? #WHAT???

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🪄 pantypervert69 follow

CALLOUT POST:

@/xellymelly has been selling re-bought goods from The Mad Xelor. Do NOT buy from her. Not only are they dangerous, they are also wildly past their expiration date. DO NOT USE ANYTHING YOU BOUGHT FROM HER. IT WILL KILL YOU.

🌌 somethingquietplace

If you have items made by The Mad Xelor, Kerubim Crepin from Bonta's Aux Tresors de Kerubim shop has a recycling program for all victims of this scam. He even gives out rewards for all the items you bring in.

I implore you to consider taking the things you bought to him, and making the world a safer place. (And "★bring some magic to your life★")

#not osu #I can personally vouch for this store's quality. It's very well known among some circles around here.

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🚬 pigpigeazer follow

Everyone always jokes about the bad parts of classes but nobody ever talks about how generous the pandawa are, how honest iops are, how lively ecaflips are, and how empathetic sacriers are

🎃 sacriblo0ody follow

literally im always saying that!

🤖 athefogenesis follow

Except it always comes at the expense of mentioning that their religion makes them ignorant, addicts, or drives them to self harm?? We need to bully people who are hardcore about class tenets harder. You're destroying yourself for some all powerful reality-warping creature that doesnt give a shit about you

🤹 lancerclown420 follow

People like you give us atheist classes such a bad name. Everyone and everything in the world has a purpose, both those who follow a deity, and those who follow a primciple and

Actually they're a sufokian supremacist so nvmmmm

🧙 hupperschlongartor follow

THE NOTES ARE A FREE BLOCKLIST 💀

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🌌 somethingquietplace

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#not osu #delete later #the thing is that. I never stopped hating him for ruining my life. #But the amount of hatred i feel ebbs and flows. Does it make sense? #This is stupid. So stupid... Like #oh nooo papycha... you neglected me as a child to the point of incurable mental diseases... #They would be better off if I was dead honestly #i need me and my dad to die. #I need everyone to die actually

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🦞 foggerfish follow

Apparently there's a big thing going on in demigod history community because Goultard (you know, the 4847372882843 or whatever year old son of Iop) undied again and was spotted somewhere around Astrubian border.

👽 cvt3-r41nb0w follow

MY WEDDING IS BACK ON NOBODY WILL HOLD ME BACK. He already married witches i can be the fourth

🗣️ thedarkwitchfromthatbook-is-gay follow

Isn't he gay

😈 osawhip666 follow

isn't he a mass murderer

🌌 somethingquietplace

Finally a reason to kill myself?

#I have to work with demigods a lot so... #Wish me luck in avoiding him like plague? #I had horrible experiences with him in the past #but talking about it would definitely lead someone to finding out who I am so... #I hope he kills himself and it sticks for once.

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🪐 8lunarcoeur8 follow

Heyyy

I wish people would stop rb'ing quiet's boufbowl gifsets considering the fact hes racist, misogynist, a freak, a bonta apologist (goes with the racism), has a fucking Maid, and likes some really weird things.

At least kickshoe has the excuse of being like a teen but this fucking guy is just something else.

🧙 hupperschlongartor follow

whatd he do? 🥺

🪐 8lunarcoeur8 follow

Says weird things about brakmar (x, x, x, x, x, x, x, and mooooore), is a freak (x, x), and a misogynist (x, x, x) (STOP STANNING KHAN KARKASS) also he's weird about huppermages and self described his class as an antihuppermage and even though it was like 200 years ago hes a wholeass immortal man and also is Still a weirdo about ecaflips.

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🌌 somethingquietplace

RE: the newest cancellation

I don't care about your feelings and I have nothing to apologize for.

#not osu

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🦴 skellythievin follow

Not me honoring sram by stealing bones from the graveyard 😭

🦴 ougigou-woof-woof follow

LEGENDARY POST

#WHY DO I HAVE THE SAME PFP AS THE BONE STEALING SRAM

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🌸 sadidaskickshoe

Yaaa antonio sadisski won as always!! They should put sadidas like him in the hall of heroes for our country ᕙ⁠ ⁠(⁠°⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠°⁠ ⁠~⁠)

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He sucks

🌸 sadidaskickshoe

Hi kill yourself :) /gen

#i was banned from using my phone but ill risk it all again to say that nobody will miss you!

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[colosplash]

COLORFUL SPLASH! HOME PAGE 🌺

TABLE OF CONTENTS;

1. Basic Mod Info

2. Group Summary

3. Character Intros

4. Tags

5. Interacting/Inbox

6. Blog Guidelines and Rules

1. BASIC MOD INFO

HI!!! IM ASHI (@ashipiko) and this is my fansekai, Colorful Splash! <3 these guys twirl around in my brain and do little funny dances and I thought it’d be fun to let em have their own little blog to do silly lil things 🫶

THIS BLOG WILL BE FOCUSED ON MY FANSEKAI!!! OBVS!!!! but they’ll be interacting w the canon charas and stuffs!! <33 if you are wondering my proseka faves are mizuki and akito 🙏

also I KNOW me and ashi go by the same name BUT DW!!!!!! SHE’S LIKE TOTALLY AN OC TO ME and I’ll most likely get who you’re talking about when you say ashi 🫶 like 97%

2. GROUP SUMMARY

“A group of Kamiyama High freshmen who love to perform their favorite songs!”

Colorful Splash! is a dance cover k-pop focused group which resides at Kamiyama High, formed by Ashi, the leader. They are a bunch of spirited first years, and despite facing issues of being unable to face the truth, Colosplash gets through it together, all for one and one for all.

The group’s main themes are breaking free, friendship, and fun.

Their main story takes place in year one of Project Sekai!

3. CHARACTER INTROS

ASHI TAMADAI - The Charismatic Leader

VIA KASHIKI - The Airheaded Delight

NAOTO HATANO - The Secretly Caring Grump

IZUMI FUKUHARA - The Always Smiling Spirit

4. TAGS

(more tags may be added in the future!)

All members will be tagged by their full name!

ASHI RELATED POSTS - ashi tamadai

VIA RELATED POSTS - via kashiki

NAOTO RELATED POSTS - naoto hatano

IZUMI RELATED POSTS - izumi fukuhara

There are certain “endgame” ships for Colosplash, as found in these tags. May change/be additions!

AKITO & ASHI - akiashi, 🥞🌺

VIA & MINORI - minovia, ☘️📐

NAOTO & IZUMI - izunao, 🍡🍧

(note: feel free to propose any other ship ideas! these are simply the most intended pairings)

There will be different types of posts on this blog!

ART BY ASHI - ashiart

FANART - colofanart

ASKS - coloasks

ANALYSES - coloanalysis

LORE DUMPS - cololore (will be tagged with corresponding character too!)

CHARACTER INTERACTIONS - colotalks (will be tagged with corresponding character too!)

NON-COLOSPLASH - noncolosplash

5. INTERACTING/INBOX

I will not be answering simple conversation asks! This is due to organization wants, don’t take it personally 🫶.

Please keep all asks Colosplash related, whether it be about a character, other characters related to them, lore, dynamics with other characters (both canon and members), analyses on characters, predictions, etc, etc.

Interactions with characters are allowed as long as you don’t bring your own OCs in! Feel free to bring characters gifts or if you’d like to see their reactions to things.

6. BLOG RULES/GUIDELINES

WE’RE AT THE END!!! one last thing to talk about…… wwwww 😔

Mod is a MINOR. That means no NSFW asks of any kind or anything else weird.

Please refrain from adding headcanons to any Colorful Splash! members, whether it be visible or not. I would like to keep my characters as they are.

More may be added in future.

[wolfbitesdeep]

Karlach x Tav (Oc)

(This is for my good friend about her Tav and Karlach! I hope you like it !! anyone else reading I also hope you enjoy it)

(Tiefling reader! Female reader!)

(Requests are open)

Tav's eyes dart back and forth from the fire to the fiery woman sitting not far from her. Tav cant help the blush slowly forming on her face as the larger red woman cracks a sweet smile toward her. "You alright soldier?" Karlach's voice breaks Tav out of the mind game she was playing with herself. Karlach's fiery eyes never leave Tav's own. Finally the blushing Tiefling coughs and lets out a stuttered response. Almost as if she is a school girl Infront of the popular football player. "Of course! Im doing great. I love adventuring and spending time with everyone." She refrains from saying how much she wanted to spend time only with the devilish woman. She would never let her mouth utter how much she craves to spend time with Karlach or how she knows more about her than any of their travelling companions. Karlachs boisterous laugh rips her from her own mind again making her eyes lock onto the clearly happy woman. "Wha?" Tav asks clearly missing the joke, if there even was a joke. She goes in her head too often to admit almost always while staring at Karlach. "Your making that face again! You always look at me with that dopey smile." Tav's freckled face turns a deep red the fire illuminating the two of them makes it easy to tell just how embarrassed the smaller Tiefling is. "Oh Tav don't be embarrassed." She goes to place a hand on Tavs shoulder but holds back. Both of their eyes land on her hand the flames lapping at her strong fingers. "I. listen." For once the loud woman has lost her train of thought. Shes lost that mask for a second. Her walls that she has built up for so long the strength and humor that shows in every one of her words give way to a much softer and gentler Karlach. Tav's eyes dart around the taller woman waiting for anything something for her pounding heart to grasp onto. Shes waiting for more words to recite in her sleep more ideas to dream about. Its clear both of them are barren of all walls or shields to their truest being. In such a short amount of time the two Tieflings have found solstice in one another. The smaller woman constantly finding comfort and safety in the other. Karlach for once has felt protected by someone else. Something she never truly thought she needed or wanted. But now she craves it, she craves being around Tav and this makes her words escape her. Before Karlach can open her mouth a soft quick kiss was placed to her lips. It took all of Tav's bravery for that one quick peck and it was well worth it it would also be worth the healing potion to heal the small burn mark on her own lips. Everything was worth it. Every fight they have been through together all the fear of losing one another all of it was worth it for that one chaste kiss. It was also well worth it seeing the boisterous woman almost to a state of blushing, as if she could get anymore red.

[twotimesclitoris]

I’m making this a nightly thing idgaf

I’m so fucking pissed at everyone because I have to witness EVERYONE ELSE having problems on TOP of my own and I feel like shit because I don’t like seeing other people feel that way but since it’s mostly my FRIENDS I don’t ever have anybody to fucking turn to

Plus someone I thought was a real friend actually did some insane shit and is just making me feel like I don’t exist 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

I appreciate it when people try to help when they’re in a worse mood than me but CAN YOU FUCKING BLAME ME when I say no at their attempts to help me???? And then they get mad???? YOURE LITERALLY IN NO CONDITION TO SAY ANYTHING SO WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY TALKING TO ME LIKE IM TEN CANS OF SHIT???????? 💀 IM TRYING TO BE CONSIDERATE TOO AND LET YOU DEAL WITH YOUR OWN ISSUES WITHOUT BEING A BURDEN AT LEAST KEEP THAT IN MIND INSTEAD OF FLIPPING OUT ON ME 😭

At least I have therapy tomorrow so I can get advice from a professional

But still I’m so pissed at the thing with my friend like can someone refrain from even unintentionally pissing me off for a single day

Anyways I’m still hurt about the thing with the girl I can’t seem to pull bc she doesn’t really care about me but we persist

Anyway if you’re reading this goodnight unless you’re one of the people that made me mad today then you can eat watery ketchup

Bye <3

[thelastpelmen]

Yay, new TLT album "Rust" is here!

Listened it all in one sitting. Here are some first thoughts on each song. Didn't find official order list, so I'll place them as they're posted in soundcloud.

Longread warning, I guess

This will be our year

This song serves a role of an interlude, and does its job well. The whistle of an approaching bomb, which doesn't let the voice to finish his last sentence. The knowledge of an inevitable. The cruelty of the world.

Actually, not so unpopular cliche, of a character who says that everything will be okay right before they die. But here it takes an interesting twist. Usually, when the last word of a refrain is intentionally missing, listener is supposed to finish it, accompanied by a silent instrumental. But we don't have it here. We have plain silence. Not even noise. Pure silence. Our hopes have crumbled. This won't be our year. We will suffer. Suffer with little to no one to comfort us.

Somebody

Almost classical song about self-worth, lack of confidence and abysmal self-esteem. But I really like how it sounds.

Hysterical

"ARE YOU PROUD OF ME NOW?"

at the end really sells this song. Combined with calm

"Ready to kill and die ro protect a fairytale"

before... Yeah, it is good.

An interesting detail I noticed: the grown man sings about himself like a little boy. "Toys", "Boys", aforementioned "Are you proud of me now?" and...

"Tell me I have a father"

? This could hint that Rust was rejected by his father, but this is just a speculation. Or is it?

Goliath

The hero sings about how system poisoned everything and ruined nature. Even God is against him, as refrain "God doesn't love me" suggests. But song starts with

"sick and sadistic

crushed under boot heels, we pray"

, which suggests that he is imperfect himself. We also see that later, when he asks

"Where's the fucking gun? Make them pay"

in, well, quite sadistic manner. Apart from an obvious metaphor of regime beong a Goliath and opposition being David, this song shows how being oppressed makes people angry and thirsty for blood. At this point, he wants to defeat Goliath not only because he'll be free, but also to see Goliath's suffering.

Music video deserved its own analysis, Im sure there will be some good ones, I simply can't afford to invest in a detailed review of it rn. Im sure its also full of details amd easter eggs. I can only say that it reminds me of _boisvert by style. Might be not the first one who uses it, but the first one I learned about.

Kill us all

This song resonated with me personally. As a well, queer person, living in a not-so-good-for-queers country, sometimes I feel that anger too. The song is most likely written from an american to americans, but that's not the problem here.

"Living through nightmare, call it <...> Dream

Wake up to the sounds of guillotine"

...

"The grand experiment is done: it got cancer"

...

"We write songs whole they amke bombs"

...

"It's time to stop being a passenger"

These lines just GO HARD. Also literally, cuz of metal sounds in the background. That's pretty much the song. It goes hard, but it doesn't need anything else to be enough.

Also line

"If they wanna win, they gonna have to kill us all!!"

goes especially hard for me, because to "win" the war against lgbt+ community that they started themselves, they gonna do it but they just can't. And thats the point of the line. Its impossible, the resistance is always there. We will live through all of this.

And the line that goes throughout the whole album:

"is violence an answer?"

The only time it is asked, though.

Boulder

Unusual tact makes this one this one painfully uncomfortable to listen,

"It's maddening by design"

IMO, this song is about a person who tries to make a sincere self expression, but failing dramatically under the circumstances. It may go uphill, but once it's big enough, it is crushed by a system. Sorry, no personality for you kid. Work your 9/5 and dont complain.

"get/Out of cycle of brutal poverty"

Oh. Or just that, I guess. Still a capitalism dystopia, though.

"Just pretend that you're happy, or youll fall apart"

, because you still need something to hold onto. Depressing, nothin more, nothin less.

Rust

This one is also pretty straightforward with its message amd metaphors. Although tone and whole mood of song is very different and not so aggressive, there's not much to add here that I couldn't say about Kill us all.

But I will say. Dried blood looks quite similar to rust. Hold it in your head when you'll relisten this song the next time.

Orphans

Rust, but more... reminiscing? Though I don't really understand

"But for the chains that hold us down

We feel the pain you tried to drown"

part. I only can think of some vague ideas, nothing exact comes to mind.

Malibu pier

Finally something positive, yay!

"A little town committed suicide😀"

Oh. I see.

A classic

"When they came for , I was silent.

<...>

When they came for me, there was noone to save me. "

moment.

Also, the clip is lowkey hot, ngl

I walk ahead of you

Chorus really, really reminds me of I just can't wait to die from zero_one album. Maybe he wants to too.

The song itself is literally Boulder from the other side.

"You can try to climb the ladder

But they love to watch you fall"

Yep, literally Boulder. And if you're not falling literally, then it means that you fell morally. This one is also pretty straightforward.

Music video is made in corporate social advertising style, which really matches lyrics.

Also

"If everybody's doomed

You want the biggest house in hell"

is the line that goes hard in this one, heh.

Be alone

Imo, perfect fusion between Rust and Kill us all. It also contains themes from Boulder and I walk ahead of you. Criticism of capitalism at its purest. Personal culmination of the album. And the music video doubles down, being this brutal.

"I want to stay up all night

I don't wanna stay at all

I don't want to be alone"

strangely does and doesn't hit home simultaneously. Being a night owl, Im a person of the night. But capitalism doesn't think so. So I have to choose each night: do I wanna be myself today or do I want to be happy (hey, Boulder) tomorrow?

Conclusion

Album is about fighting the system. Capitalism, to be exact, but not necessarily. Funnily enough, 4 out of 10 videos on YouTube are not available in me country, being Be alone, I walk ahead of you, Malibu pier and Orphans. Self-telling story, I guess.

The album really resonated with me at some moments. I really like new takes on sound and music videos(even though they always were unique). Can't wait to see all detailed MVs analyses. Some of them seem to hold pieces of lore.

Comparing this one to zero_one, I don't think either is better or worse. Zero_one is like one person singing about many things, while Rust is more like many people singing about the same thing. Balanced for me.

All in all, I liked this album. It can be boiled down to 2 or 3 ideas, so it feels a bit stretched out, but uniqueness of each individual song works for me.

Future reblogs are possible.