#im sure ill be gross sobbing to hell and back

[gildinbainas]

Captain Fucking L/evi is the king of all my boss ass baes ( aside from the pharaoh ) and I can't blog a single gif of him because if I go in the tags I'll b spoiled. and I hate it. because this blog thirsts heavy for my beautiful killing machine but as someone who will die on the hill that A.oT dub is superior, I gotta wait god knows how long before i can see the conclusion.

[jelloopy]

Taz Grad Ep 25

I know I’m a day late and I Skipped last episode im sorry. I got caught up with some stuff. But here we go!

Ranier Jesus, please don’t break your chair.

Argo and Firby just like disappointed “alright let’s go get our idiot (That’s a sign of an honest friendship right there)

Fitz in the Crypt! (Band name called it!)

JUSTIN AND CLINT PLAYING THE SKELEBROS OMFG (That’s v good on Travis’ part so he doesn’t have to talk for so long and also J&C don’t have to sit in silence for large swaths of time either!)

Gurkin is in his idle animation (I don’t actually know how to spell it so we’re going with that.... But still…)

Tibia was a vampire and has gold teeth!

So polite Fitz. Fuckin waving at the skeletons

”We can go by coco rules here!” (Thank you for clearing that up because I see it both ways from time to time when the training skeletons come in to play)

Tibia hugs Fitz (Clint I love you… jfc adorable.)

”I am inside you for sure, for sure!” “Oh, I don’t care for the phraseology of that at all” “I don’t like the physiology of it at all but here we are” (Very gross but very nice convo here I like the quick wit boys I was cracking up laughing)

God I love that they are doing this digitally so they aren’t in the same room and also it’s a podcast so they have to narrate everything they do “thumbs up”

”I nod knowingly” “he throws both of his hands in the air like ‘weeee!’”

Fitzroy is really sacrificing it all for these skeletons. He’s taking the shittiest route possible to make sure Tibia and Gurkin are safe (Now that’s a man who is worthy of being King!)

”Ohhhh, Golly. Ohhh Gosh” (Fitz p l e a s e just say fuck.)

OH THANK GOD good job Fitz using your magic as you should I’m v v proud of you (I was so worried he forgot he had magic)

”magic never goes wrong for me!” (Says the man who turned into a plant last time but sure go ahead and believe that)

Firby summons Breeze through the Willows and asks for transportation help!

Woah Ranier’s chair can shrink! (Classic. Magnus Burnsides and Taako working together I love it)

YO THE FOREST GUARDIAN IS DELIVERING A MESSAGE FROM FIRBY TO FIRBY? WTF (what does this actually imply for future visits with the “forest guardian”?)

Oooo splitting up the party that’s pretty scary guys (I don’t think Travis will do you dirty but good lord you’re all apart)

”Choose. *and justify*”

Good god this is comical I want to animate this (The scene with Tibia and Gurkin pointing and being loveable fools)

Gurkin takes the Helmet key and wears it on his thumb out of the room. (This is a very good merch opportunity boys please take it I will buy it you have no idea)

”Stairs! *gasp* could be a mimic!” “yep could be a mimic!” “Nah I’m just playing I go up the stairs I’m not afraid of no mimic” (sir... yes you should be, please be careful)

”May I interest you in a scone?” (Travis... is this your reference to Klarg and how he didn’t have scones?)

HOW DARE YOU FUCKING CALL FIRBY A THIEF I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKER (Sorry got a little heated there but the threat still stands)

awe my fucking god Travis bringing baby Dot into the Ad read I’m s o f t (I live for any McElroy + their kid content like it’s so cute)

RANIER’S DAD IS DARK SKINNED WITH VITILIGO OMFG YESSS!!!!!!! HIS NAME IS Gordy? (So good I adore this. The name is so funny. Plus all the people who were dead set on Barry being Ranier’s dad are sad lmao)

”it’s a half-elf thing anyway” (Fitz please)

”Can I be a dad for a second?” (melted my heart)

”this seems very unfair to you!” (Felt that ok keep going)

”I’m up for the task but I need help and every time I ask for it there’s all these hoops I have to jump through” (OK FELT THAT KEEP GOING)

Travis, you are explaining the US/world today I hate you jfc stOPPPP (Please it’s too meta I can’t)

NOOOOOO FIRBY’S DAD IS DYING NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

”You do not look ill to me” (Pulling a fucking dad joke right off the bat huh Justin? I like your style)

”I am dying so what do I care” (Me in the situation of our world today)

AWE AWE AWEEEE FIRBY THINKS OF THE BOYS AS HIS NEW CLAN MY H E A R T

“I have been alone since I’ve left here. Be we are alone. Together.”

”Sleep well we will talk about this more in the morning” “and your father closes his eyes for the last time.” (JFC I’m CRYING OVER A NEW CHARACTER WHO doesn’t EVEN MAKE IT HALF AN EPISODE)

Firbolg SINGING IN HONOR OF HIS FATHER I’m SOBBING LEGIT RN (This isn’t a joke. Justin’s voice. Him singing in Firbolg’s voice too? OH my god. The talent, the emotion.)

ARGO AND RANIER TO THE RESCUE!!!!

Fitz is so worried about Firby right away (omfg my crops are watered, my acne is cleared)

Argo n Tibia  (Yes.)

”No magic except for mine can get in or out of here”

TRAVIS WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN THE FIRE IS FLICKERING IN SPOTS

NO OH FUCK. OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK. THAT’S NOT. JFC

GREY FUCKING GO AWAY.

”I told you that if you left without my permission that I would kill ten students a day until you come back.” (I didn’t even… consider… the implications…)

HOLY FUCK HELL HOUNDS? FITZ FUCKING SAVE THOSE BITCHES OH DEAR GOD GORDY YOU FUCKED THIS UP DIDN’T YOU?

Griffin, I need this music out ASAP, please. I swear to god.

In other news, I really am excited about next week’s episode. Bc, I think it’s going to be “Hello everyone! Welcome back! Roll for initiative” And those are my fave types of dnd sessions.

[hobiwonder]

imagine dealing with low libido jungkook bc he's been stressed about exams or smth. smut and very bad crack ahead skzjsksjsk

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"for the billionth time, i don't have erectile dysfuntion disorder y/n!" jungkook is pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh that sounds like he got done doing manual labour. He was so dramatic you almost wanted to twist his nipples. Hm, that might actually help.

"stop looking at me like that you weirdo." he really is looking at you like you're a weirdo when you're just trying to help your bf get a hard on for you. Esp now that you're sitting in his lap without a bra and only a sweater. though he cant tell you're braless. yet.

"are you in to nipple twisting? wait let me try." you're struggling with your cute but not hard at all bf who's fighting you like a baby, swatting his hands at you like you're a fly.

"oh my god. stop! im just tickl- y/n. fuck!" your eyes widen at his exclaimation but lips form a pout when he glares at you.

"that was not sexy. at all. that fucking hurt."

"hey im just trying to help get you a stiffy."

"you did not just say that. i think my dick shrank a few inches." you weren't mad about it if that was the case. his dick needed a bit of shrinking. it was way too big for your poor vagina.

"hey don't pretend to be all hot shit. you used to get hard whenever i said 'tits'. Remember?"

"i might if you show them to me." his greasy smirk should put you off but it only makes you wetter. god damn it. he was too hot even if his dick wasn't feeling it. you tried not to let it get to you especially when he reassured you that it's just stress. But surely your boobs ought to undo his tightly wounded nerves? right?

you didn't want to find out somehow. so you'd resorted to other means to unwound him.

"yeah but tell me," you push him back further against the headboard so he's resting comfortably and not like he's about to pounce on someone like a neandrathal with their fight or flight instincts hightened. he really needed to chill. "how do your balls feel?? heavy?? are you feeling hot all over or getting random hot flushes during the day when you're in class?"

"that makes it sound like i have some chronic illness babe. but no... no tight balls here." he's sighing again. probably just as frustrated. "i'm just stressed 's all." he's shrugging nonchalantly as he rubs your arms in an attempt to sooth your defeated face that looks like a puppy that's been kicked.

"baby," jungkook slips his hands underneath yoir sweat, swearinf under his breath when he finds your breasts bare and rolls the stiff peaks of your nipples gently, "i know you're trying to help and all by feeding me all those pistachio nuts. yeah i know what you're trying to do you little minx."

you would retort. you would. because how dare he be so smug for a guy who cant pop one out for their gf!! but you're too busy trying not to let your eyes roll to the back of your head - instead just moaning gently, breathlessly - as he keeps pinching and gropping your breasts.

"i-im just trying to-ohh," you lose your train of thought for a few seconds there before pushing your chest in his hands again as he watches it rapidly rise up and down. "t-trying to increase your libido you little twink!"

"by feeding me all those nuts?" his eyebrow raise makes it seem like he's scolding you. but it's all in good fun.

"d-duh. so you can feed me your nut. get it?"

your dazed smile is too proud for the dumb joke you've just made but god damn, jungkook wants to kiss the hell out of his goofy girlfriend that he loves more than a good fuck. hm. thats a close second especially if it's with you.

"yes. i get it you little nerd." he's smiling ear to ear and you're leaning forward to kiss his pretty mouth when he imterrupts with a whisper. "can i?"

you're nervous but trying not to show it. it's not like it's the first time he'll be seeing you but there is something nervewracking about being bare infront of him when there is a possibility that maybe it is you. That it's not the stress and just you and your body that just doesnt do it for him anymore. you're not dumb nor oblivious. your boyfriend is too gorgeous for him to not know that fact either and think about what's out there he's missing by being a one woman man.

"hey... you okay? what's the matter?" god bless his sweet, ardent face that's still concerned about you as his hands cup your face lovingly. eyes forcing yours to not stray from his. how were you supposed to not be honest to that face. ugh.

"i just... i don't want to be rejected by the jungcock. i don't think i can handle finding out you find me gross since i gained all this weight."

the worry is still there in his eyes but now a lot wattered down becausw of your word vomit and exceptional ability to make everything less serious with your obnoxious rambling.

"i cannot believe you've named my dick let alone named it 'jungcock'." his eyes are rolling again but his hands have slid down again to the hem of your sweater while his lips fall to your arching neck.

"you are not gross to me silly girl. In fact i think you're the only one who can get me hard by just being funny." his hands have slid furyher down to your hips and in your worry about jungkook finding you unattractive you forgotten what position you both were in. A position that should've made it so much easier for you to feel the hardening length beneath you, pushing up against your damp panties. holy fuck.

"you're hard again oh my god." your dumbass self actually pushes her body up to look down and inspect if his erection is actually real or not while jungkook just rests his back against the headboard to let you have at it. looking up like he's waiting for you to do your thing and not bothering with asking you what you're on about anymore.

"yes. who would've known your unfiltered rambling could get me going than any type of aphrodisiac or porn." jungkook has a shit eating grin on his face but it's his sarcastic tone that has yoir hand squeezing him. and not to make him feel good.

"i was trying to help your noodle, you noodle!" jungkook is muttering under his breath again about shrivelling up at your nickname for his cock.

"but seriously... admit it. it was the pistachios right?? they had you feeling tingling in your dingaling? right?" your face is almost mashed in to his own as you try to have him confess. his bitchass needs to confess that your little trick worked!!

"i am going to literally ignore all of that. so if you can lean back and let me have a look at your tits before my dick shrinks for real, that would be great thank you." he said it like he was ordering food. what the fuck. the nerve of this boy-

"you're so rude. im the one who's not even wet anymore bwcausw of this disrespect." he's hust humming along as he pulls your sweater off finally; tits jiggling slightly as the garment is lifted and so is jungkook's cock. The length just seems to grow ans grow and grow until it feels like he's pushing it in you on purpose. When he leans down to campture a nipple in his hot mouth you cant help but keen as his cock pushes in to a little more. nudging the button of your clit enough to have you arching your back and gushing in your panties.

"sure about that babe? i can feel your hot juices leaking on to my cock. naughty girl."

"it's-... i-its rude to talk with your mouth full." and full it was. with your nipples. he was lickinf and sucking the peaks gently enough to have you writhing on his stiff cock. each swipe of his tongue was laving your tits in his saliva making a mess of you. jungkook liked messy.

"you're going to teach me manners are you now? i might learn if you grind those hips nice and slow on me babe. It's been so long. i need you to show me how badly you've waited for this." he's groping his own genitals heavily as he says 'this' and then pushing your hips down hard on to him making you mewl. you could feel every ridge, every curve of his hot cock searing through ypur sodden panties and god oh god. fucking hell you were so thankful he was able to relax enough to do this. you missed him so much and right now you felt like you were going to die without an orgasm. sure you came plenty of times by yourself. but it was jungkook who you really craved.

"i l-love you jungkook. so much. i d-dont care if you never get hard again after this i j-just- of fuck. I just want you to know i l-love you. i'll buy a s-sex toy or something. o-or get a m-mold of your dick. Oh god." you're crying out like you're about to start sobbing. and jungkook is trying to muffle his laughter by pushing more of your boobs in his mouth.

"babe. i love you too. so much. dont worry about that right now. Just cum for me okay? cum on me. i want your scent all over me."

he's pulling he crotch of your panties aside so your naked cunt can drag all over the thick bulge in his jeans. Just a few more grinds of your clit over his fat erection and you're rubbing your sticky cum all over his jeans.

"that's it baby. let it go. You deserve everything from me and more. i'm going to fuck this pussy so good now. mhm. keep going." he's watchinf between the two of you where you're still dragging your twitching pussy, tears streaming down your face as his hands help you move over him. when you're wincing from the sensitivity; jungkook is flipping you over to lay you down beneath him. he looks like a fucking porn star - hotter even - undoing his belt as he watches you dazed and crazed from just grinding on him.

"ready for me to 'nut' in you?"

you're laughing uglily and know you fucking love jeon jungkook.

a/n: this got too sappy dixjissksjs thoughts??

[im-a-writer--im-in-distress]

Hot in Plaid

Writer: im-a-writer—im-in-distress.tumblr.com

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Insert with: Stiles Stilinski

Rating: #Illness, #102Fever

Words: 1150+

Warning(s): sick reader, high fever, annoyance, good person

A/N: 1) I got this idea from prompt #45 on this list, and I wanted to do something different with the concept. This is what came out.  2) I’m just gonna go ahead and make the call that this blog is more word-vomit than properly edited or beta-d works. I like it that way. 3) There’s not an OC-version of this fic as it is total word-vomit and completely unattached to any personal story. 4) Enjoy! Review!

Prompt: “You look pretty hot in plaid.”

102 fever. Your throat was made of razor blades now, every thick swallow bringing tears closer to your eyes. Red and puffy and dry as the desert from sobbing all last night, pins & needles on your skin making the touch of your softest blanket feel like the burn of an electric current. But you were too cold to sacrifice the warm wool. Even underneath your Christmas-plaid winter pjs and three pairs of fuzzy socks, plus your favorite blanket scratching with cactus-claws against your skin, you were still shivering. Which just made the whole situation worse.

You had to pee. You’d been ignoring it for the last hour, when it had roused you from your ignorant slumber. But now it was getting too much to bare, each squirm and wiggle you made to try to ease the need setting your skin aflame.

You considered just letting it go, right there in the bed. But then you thought about that warm spot quickly growing cold, and that was even less appealing than getting up in the first place.

A sound somewhere between a sob and a growl released, and you gathered your strength to crawl out from under your mountain of blankets and quilts, throwing them back and feeling the weight leave your weak frame. You pulled your wool blanket around you, but without the width of your bed to support it, it was too heavy on your shoulders. You weren’t sure you would make it to the bathroom at all, but there was no way with this woolly beast on top of you.

Besides, it was bulky and hard to maneuver. You could guarantee a corner would end up in the toilet bowl.

So, you dropped it on the bed and gathered your arms tight around you, barring the cold as you made your skimper to the bathroom.

You looked even worse than you thought you did. Dark circles dragged your dull eyes downward, a hint of a shadow on the bottom lid where you’d been too lazy to remove your mascara two nights ago.

You skin felt even more slimy and gross with the realization that all your makeup had now seeped into your skin.

A set of loud knocks on the front door carried up the stairs and startled you. You glared at your reflection in the mirror, debating whether to answer it or not. But it wasn’t stopping and you still had to pee and the thought of getting back into bed only to have to get back up and deal with the idiot at the door who was still knocking was too much to bare.

You were aware that your stomp out of the bathroom, into the hall, down the stairs looked much more like the waddle of a very angry penguin, which only served to feed your irritation and urgency to get this over with. Whoever son-of-a-bitch that was still pounding on the front door was getting closer and closer to being murdered by your own infected, clammy hands.

You ripped the door open, coming face-to-face with that stupid, cartoon smile of the one and only Stiles Stilinski. “Hey,” he said with a smirk, “you look pretty hot in plaid.”

With a scoff, you turned on your heel, leaving the door to drop closed in his face. You heard him catch it with his elbow, the soft umph disappointing you as you realized he was going to make you be social. 

He was clambering around behind you more than usual, and as you made it to the top of the stairs, you turned to look at what was making such a fuss. “What the hell is that?”

Stiles gave another sloppy grin as he re-positioned a box that was far too large for him to carry. How he’d managed to get it through the doorway at all, you’d never know. “You’ll see. Now, move. This is heavy.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he almost lost it over the bannister, but you were too exhausted to argue with him, so you just led the way back to your room. 

Stiles slammed the box on your bedroom floor as you crawled back onto the pile of warmth, the fabric returning to its scratching as soon as you were down. You pulled your favorite pillow onto your lap and glared at him. 

The idiot was shoulders-deep into the overflowing box, Mary Poppins-style, his head so far down inside, you were sure he’d come up without it.

When he finally did surface, he’d retrieved a new incense diffuser and a miniature lighter. He yanked it out of the box and placed it on your bedside table, a thin trail of smoke traveling towards your nose. 

You perked up at the scent of peppermint. It was no surprise that Stiles knew you loved peppermint--and anything else that reminded you of Christmas--but as you focused on the scent, perhaps it was your imagination, but you could’ve sworn your sinuses were beginning to clear.

By the time you returned from your incense-fueled dreamworld, Stiles had draped six more blankets over the base of the bed and was spreading out a stack of DVDs in front of you. It took a moment to focus, but they were all Christmas movies, and despite the daunting stack of them, your heart swelled at the notion.

You glanced at him, as he plugged in his laptop next to the bedside table. “No Star Wars?”

Stiles patted his laptop as he set it down. “Already up and ready for when you fall asleep.” He leaned over the bed and started pulling blankets back. “Now, into bed.”

You had to talk yourself into moving, but he held the quilt up patiently and you crawled up towards the pillows to slither underneath it. Stiles patted the quilt over you and then tested your fever with the back of his hand. You laughed at the face he made as he tried to calculate the number of blankets to use. 

“Just stack them on,” you said.

As Stiles cocoon-ed you into the bed, your eyes watched him and you couldn’t help but feel very spoiled. Stiles had always been there for you. You couldn’t help but feel like you hadn’t ever returned the favor. 

He padded over to the television set and popped in one of the DVDs, not bothering to ask you what you wanted to watch. It was a Christmas movie. He knew you would be happy with anything.

Then he crawled into bed next to you, on top of the mound of blankets that were making you feel like the pea tucked in between the princess’s mattresses. “You good?” he asked.

You nodded and curled up in your perfect-comfy bed, which was somehow--magically--not burning against your skin. The movie began to play and Stiles’ breathing made a calming rhythm, and everything was perfect. 

Then you felt it. And your heart dropped. 

You still had to pee.

[choisgirls]

I just want to say that yours headcanons and interactions with everyone here just crack me up so fcking much, honestly, you guys are a true blessing. And, if it's okay, could I request the RFA+V+ Saeran falling hard for MC but they just don't notice, like, at all, and, God help them, they are trying their very best, what the actual fuck MC (it's okay if you don't wanna do the request, I hope you guys have a great day!)

A/N: omg you’re such a cutie thank you

*YOOSUNG:

               - Ithought…losing his eye was like… enough to show how much he cares about you

               -He’salways making you food and snacks in cute little shapes (especially hearts)

               -Whenthe two of you play LOLOL he’s always giving you the best loot and diving infront of your character to make sure you don’t die

               -Alwaysjoining new clubs that either you’re in, or they cover a topic you’reinterested in

               -Thatway, he can spend more time with you and enjoy some of the same things!

               -Not tomention it he actually really enjoys it all and learns something new about youevery time

               -He’seven managed to hug you close for long periods of time without turning red orstuttering!

               -Butyou still! Don’t! See it!

               -Youalways think he’s just being really nice and a great friend! Sure you secretlylike him but you don’t want to ruin the friendship if he doesn’t like you back!

               -Saeyoung’smade it his personal mission to get the two of you together because Yoosungjust won’t take initiative and you’re just oblivious as hell

*ZEN:

               -He’salways hanging off of you, how are you not even suspicious?

               -Alwayshas an arm around you, hand on your shoulder, even on your knee when the two ofyou are sitting

               -Forfucks sake MC, he kisses your cheek and holds your hand when the two of youwalk anywhere are you DENSE??

               -Alwaysbringing you flowers, chocolates, you name it

               -HEEVEN MAKES UP SONGS TO SING TO YOU

               -He’sso dramatic about everything. Every time you don’t react to his romanticgesture, he’s practically throwing himself to the floor in a sobbing fit

               -He’seven held you by the shoulders, looked you in the eyes, and told you how muchhe really likes you

               -Youjust responded with a tilt of your head, innocently asking, “Like…. youlike-like me?”

               - hoWHAVE YOU NOT NOTICED BY NOW?????

               -EVENAFTER THAT, YOU’RE STILL OBLIVIOUS. MC, why. Just, why. He loves you but wOW

*JAEHEE:

               -She’snot exactly surprised that you don’trealize her feelings

               -Moresubtle with her emotions than the rest of them

               - evenjumin is more open about his feelings for you, who would have guessed

               -She’salways inviting you to attend new cafes, or to show you her favourite ones!

               -Alsomakes you a lot of coffee/tea and cakes!

               -Thetwo of you spend a lot of time discussing books the two of you have read, andtheorize about those that abruptly ended

               -Alwayslooking you straight in the eyes, smiling, and will constantly turn a lightshade of red

               -Butyou don’t get it?? Is she getting a fever? Is it even hot enough in here tomake her red like that? Is she alright?

               -You’realways putting your hands on her cheeks, trying to see if she’s ill and it justmakes her blush 10x more

               -DammitMC she’s gonna pass out at this rate, get your hands off of her, just noticethat she likes you so the two of you can cuddle and she can get over turning asred as she does!

*JUMIN:

               -You’dthink it’d be really obvious

               -I meanthe man has next to no emotions but when you come around he’s practically apuddle on the floor- how in the world don’t you notice?

               -Alwaysmaking sure you’re comfortable with anything the two of you do

               -If heinvites you to lunch and you don’t like the restaurant, he’ll cancel hisreservations and find a new place immediately

               -AND HEDOES EVERYTHING HIMSELF. Not once does he ask Jaehee or another employee of histo set up plans or grab something for you

               -Listensto your opinion more than anyone else’s. He’ll take it to heart and do whateveryou suggested (that is if it isn’t drastic)

               -HELETS YOU PICK UP ELIZABETH? CUDDLE WITH HER? GIVE HER KISSES? DOESN’T THAT TELLYOU HOW HE FEELS ABOUT YOU??

               -Thedude tried to move you into his house almost immediately, seriously MC how canyou not tell

               -Completelyshowers you in gifts all the time. If you aren’t there to physically receivethem, he’s telling you what he got you and sends you pictures

               -Hethinks it’s absolutely adorable that you have no idea, but at the same time itlowkey drives him crazy because he juST WANTS TO KISS YOU, MC. PLEASE. JUST, P L EA S E

 *SAEYOUNG:

               -Thislil brat tries to hide that he’s completely in love with you until he justcan’t take it anymore

               -Come onhe’s built you Robo-cat, gone over personally to protect you, and a lot more,what do you waNT FROM HIM

               -Sendsyou memes in the middle of the night because he thinks you’ll find them funny

               -Callsyou at night just to talk until he can hear you fall asleep on the other end ofthe phone

               -He’salso buying you a lot of little things because he thought of you when he sawit, and couldn’t bring himself to just leave it

               -You’rethe only one he’ll let drive his babies. HIS. BABIES. MC, COME ON

               -Alwayslooking at you like a love-sick puppy. Whenever you do something completelyadorable he gets as red as his hair

               -He’lllightly brush his hand against yours when the two of you are walking closetogether, and watch to see if he can actually grab your hand

               -Givesyou the Flynn Rider smoulder more times than you can count but all you do isgiggle because it’s your favourite movie. Your giggle is like heaven but MC whYCAN’T YOU SEE HE LIKES YOU

               -HEEVEN SINGS THE LITTLE MERMAID SONG “KISS THE GIRL”(or he changes thelyrics to boy, depending) TO GET THE POINT ACROSS BUT ALL YOU DO IS JUMP IN ONHIS MUSICAL NUMBER. One day MC, one day.

*V:

               -He’sgentle with everyone, but you??

               -Well,he’s gentle but he plays around a LOT more

               -Playfullypushes you, pinches your cheeks, he even does gross shit like lick your cheek okaybut i do the same

               -Leansclose to you all the time. When the two of you talk, he’s leaning into you,staring into your eyes

               -Y'alleven spend the night at each other’s houses watching movies or just talkingabout life

               -Howthe hell can you not tell that this giraffe loves you??

               -Alwaystaking beautiful photos of you! Well…almost always

               -Hisfavourite photo album is full of pictures of you being goofy, and packed whichterrible candid’s of you, but he lOVES THEM SO MUCH MC LOOK AT HOW AMAZING YOUARE

               -Heplans trips for just the two of you so he can take pictures and you can see thesights! Takes you to romantic dinners! Y'all even go to festivals and carnivalstogether.

               -He’salways holding your hand because he doesn’t want to lose you in a crowd. Orthat’s what you think. In reality he just wants to hold your hand; MC pleasehe’s so cute just kiss him already

*SAERAN:

               -Hejust plain sucks at sharing emotions

               -But hethought he was pretty obvious?

               -Likethere are times that you’re the only one he’ll even acknowledge? That’s prettyself-explanatory there MC

               -Hetakes you out for ice cream all the time, walks around town, whatever you want.He hates people, he doesn’t willingly go out for that. Unless you want to

               -Alwaysinvites you over to just hang out and play some games, watch some movies, orsometimes just to nap

               -Evenasks you to teach him how to cook/bake, so he can spend a lot more time withyou!

               -Sometimesyou give him this dazzling smile that just makes his heart flutter and he can’teven look at you

               -Youalso like to hug him and he practically passes out every time. It scares you alittle bit because you can’t figure out why?? Is he okay??? Are you dead??

               -But hesteps out of his comfort zone and hugs you back?? You’re so happy and youabsolutely love it! You think that maybe he’s finally becoming more social! Youhave no idea that he only hugs you because??? It’s you

               -Pleasejust admit you like this man so he can get comfortable MC, he’s too awkward toask you out himself

[hotarubi-e]

Weird is the wrong kind of feeling

Request: That’s it. If you throw up one more time we’re going to the hospital.” With klance sick Keith, college au bc Im a huge sucker!! And you're writing is amazing, I know I tell you this a lot but it is -Rae

Summary: Finals week is coming up fast, and more than anything, Keith just needs to study. So when a stomach bug hits him hard, there’s nothing he can do but try and ride it out. But there are only so many times Keith can puke before Lance is forced to take charge, and arrange a little day trip to the local ER.

(Look who finally got their shit together and wrote a request! I’m four weeks off graduation and ready to drop. Help me.)

Keith couldn’t focus. No matter how many times he blinked his eyes and shook his head, he just couldn’t force his brain to take in the words in front of him. He was staring, forlorn and exhausted, at the text book sitting on his desk, body drooping down in his seat. The words were swimming on the page, bouncing against the margins and jumping about between each other, and in the swirling vagueness of his mind, he was convinced that if he could just convey to them his desperation, they would stay still.

But, alas, they did not listen. How he wished he could persuade them to - finals began in a week, and he had so much left to do. He just simply did not have the time to be arguing with his study books.

Sighing, he ran a hand over his face, before letting it drift down to sit softly against his stomach, his fingers curling slightly in a weak attempt to curb the bubbling discomfort he had been fending off for hours. He had already thrown up three times that day - once as soon as he had woken up, and twice more after he had forced three red bulls down his throat in a desperate bid to coax his body into functioning normally. Or at least somewhere near normally. Keith didn’t think anyone’s body could work in the way it was meant to during the run up to finals week. Even Lance had been suffering, and he was the most on-top-of-it person Keith thought he had ever met.

A disturbing gurgle from his gut cut short his little reverie, and Keith groaned into the back of his hand, internally begging his stomach to just let him work in peace. Or at the very least refrain from returning his lunch to him. But with an alarming jolt, he realised that his prayers were futile, and scurried to his feet, not caring that he had knocked his chair over in his haste.

He couldn’t have timed his collapse next to the - mercifully open - toilet better if he had tried. As soon as his knees hit the floor, he was doubling up, throat constricting and spasming with effort as yet another wave of vomit forced its way up from his gut. The sounds of it splashing into the bowl were muted by his heaving gags and coughs, and tiny, barely there sobs interspersed the violent upheaval every time he took a breath.

Keith clung to the bowl as though for dear life, and for one terrifying moment, he thought he would puke out his own stomach with how vicious the gags had become. But with one last crackling cough, he spit off into the murky mixture below, and let his body slump against the porcelain, his chest heaving and shaking, while tiny traitorous tears leaked from his eyes.

‘F-fuck..’ he whimpered, dropping his head onto the back of his arm and scrubbing it this way and that to remove any trace of crying from his face. He didn’t cry, not ever. And he wasn't about to start admitting to it now. His stomach clenched again, drawing a pathetic mewl from his lips, and he lurched his head back over the bowl, barely making it in time for the next wave of vomit to spurt from his throat. It burned hot and rancid, and he felt his face scrunch up against the flow, his body protesting even as it purged itself.

It was another four waves before Keith could finally let his body sink down to the ground, utterly spent, his legs wrapped loosely around the toilet, his arms splayed weakly in front of his face. He didn’t even have the strength to aid himself as his body lurched with another heave. His only saving grace was that he had thought to fall onto his side, and so the measly dribble making its way from his lips dripped unobstructed to the floor rather than chocking him.

Panting for breath, Keith closed his eyes, willing his consciousness away. His entire being burned and swum with sweat. All he asked was the sweet oblivion of sleep, and when it finally arrived, he didn’t think he had ever been so grateful in his life.

‘- eith!’

Keith’s eyes fluttered, a tiny moan working its way from his lungs. He could feel something cold and hard beneath his head, but try as he might, he couldn’t place what it was.

‘..- eith-?! Can - …. hear me?!’

Groaning, Keith rolled his head to the side, fighting the familiar pull of fingers in his hair. He didn’t want them there. He wanted to throw up. Forcing himself to his elbows, he let his body fall against the toilet, only saved from cracking his skull against the bowl by the pair of strong arms that came from nowhere to support his chest.

‘Woah there, Keith. Take it easy, okay babe?’

Lance. When had Lance gotten home? He was supposed to be working until evening, and the last time Keith had checked, it was still closer to midday than anything.

‘It is evening, babe.. oh my god - how long have you been passed out here?!’

Huh. Apparently Keith had spoken out loud, rather than thought his concerns. In some far away part of his brain, he recognised that as worrying - at least until the more pressing issue of another wave of vomit leaving him redirected all of his attention to the fact that his head had somehow found its way over the toilet bowl once again.

He gagged mercilessly, chocking on the bile that burned his throat. He could feel it in his nose, and the thought of that alone made him want to scream. But he could feel himself fading again, the hands wrapped protectively around his body tightening as he slipped.

The next time Keith came to, he was lying in bed, a cool, damp weight pressed softly against his head. For a moment, panic overtook him and he thrashed, voice groaning as his pain-filled body protested the movement.

A pair of hands pushed him down, soothing at the crook of his neck, and Keith sank into them, his breath huffing.

‘Shh, it’s okay baby, you’re okay. You’re safe, I promise,’ Lance’s voice told him, floating down to him in his hazy state of nothingness.

‘L-Lance..’ he croaked, horrified by the sound of his own voice. ‘…the fuck.. happened..?’

‘You passed out, babe. In your own puke. It was.. kinda gross, not gonna lie. I came home and you were just curled around the toilet covered in sick, and like, shaking. I mean full blown Chihuahua shaking. You were a mess,’

Keith gulped, feeling the resistance in his throat from repeated burning. ‘Don’.. don’ remember,’

‘That’s probably a good thing, to be honest. I don’t think I’d wanna remember that. But I swear, Keith, if you throw up again -‘

Lance never got to finish his sentence. Apparently buoyed by the reminder of vomit, Keith’s body decided to rebel against him once again, and with a dramatic lurch, his chest shot up into the air and towards Lance, a thick spray of bile and water painting the sheets. Keith thought he might have heard Lance whisper ‘disgusting’ as he let gravity drag him back down again, but he couldn’t be sure. His ears felt as though they were stuffed full of rice, muffling the sounds of the world around him.

‘That’s it.’ Lance leaned down to grab Keith by the face, turning him until their eyes met. ‘If you throw up one more time we’re going to the hospital,’

‘Mghenffgh..’

‘I’m sorry, I don’t understand jibberish,’

‘I don’t need to go -‘

‘How do you feel?’

Keith blinked, not quite sure he was following the conversation correctly. Narrowing his eyes at Lance’s hovering face, he attempted to tilt his head, but found that it was particularly difficult with the way it was being sandwiched between his boyfriend’s palms. ‘Huh?’

‘How do you feel, Keith?’

He thought about it for a moment, assessing the state of his decidedly abused body. ‘I.. I feel.. weird..?’

Lance chuckled, lowering Keith’s head back down to the pillow. ‘Weird, he says. Can’t even admit to feeling ill. Seriously, cariño, what the hell am I gonna do with you, eh?’

Huffing, Keith tried to roll onto his side, but the movement seemed to dislodge the precarious equilibrium his stomach had reached, and with an unhappy whimper, he opened his mouth to yet another stream of bile dribbling out. Lance’s hands were back on his face, stroking his hair away from his eyes and rubbing small circles underneath his cheekbones.

‘Oh, baby..’ he crooned, tightening his grip as Keith keened low in pain and discomfort. ‘C’mon, honey, I’ll get your coat and then we’re going to the ER, okay?’

All of the fight had left Keith, and he could do nothing now but nod sadly into Lance’s hands. At least he wouldn’t be alone, he guessed, and the promise of Lance’s fingers carding through his hair for the next few hours was enough to lull him into a vague sense of comfort as Lance all but carried him out the door.

[annabellsr]

Just skip this. Im stoned and in A Mood™

Its 3 am and i cant sleep and im overthinking so im going to write it out to ride it out.

Here we go.

Ive introduced caffeine back into my diet and that was a horrible awful mistake. My bad @ myself. My sleep has been FUCKED since. And the worst part? I crave it. Lmaoo dumb.

I like this writing but its way too fucking big damn it.

Welp.

I fucking almost texted my ex today to tell her what a piece of shit she was and is and that i am mad that her last letter to me she LITERALLY said she learned how to love thanks to all the abuse she put me through. I try not to think about it. But fun fact about caffeine is it can make you agitated. And it can effect you negatively if you have certain mental illnesses. And for someone who is so outspoken about it sometimes i am just so. In. Denial. About. My. Own. Illnesses.

Im still learning better coping skills and how to love and accept myself while simultaneously trying to unlearn a LOT of unhealthy thought patterns and coping habits.

Like accepting the fact i have a caffeine sensitivity. Like I know i will trigger a panic attack if i get more than 80mg of it in me. But i always tell myself i can push through it. Or it wont happen this time. Or i need to just buck up and deal with it. Like when will i learn? Who fucking knows but it sure as hell wasnt this week.

I was also thinking about kevin today. I hate him so so so much. However. I also feel so so so bad for him because i kinda understand him a little bit and we have some of the same bad coping habits. Except where my emotions lean towards sad his lean toward anger. Like yeah theres a ton of sad underneath there, but it shows itself as anger. Which is super rude, dangerous, and annoying. Buuut anyway. I was thinking about the day i legit almost killed myself. Like i was fucking ready.

I was so ready infact, that it scared me. And i reached out for help that day. I called a (at the time) friend. I didnt tell her why i called. Or what i was feeling. See the funny thing about me is im an Overshare-er™ and tend to do so especially when im stressed or feeling anxious(thats actually a pretty common symptom of anxiety). However there have been some distinct moments in my life where i wanted something so so badly i was able to keep my mouth shut until after i did whatever it was. These also happen to be key turning points in my life (some more obvious than others). So when i was on the phone with her and realized i had no desire to talk about wanting to end it all, and lied when she asked what was up, REALLY scared me. I felt, for a moment, like my body had made the decision for me. Like it was a once in a lifetime (lmaooo no pun intended) chance to change the direction my life was going. I was so sure i was ready. I didnt care what happened after, i wasnt even going to write a note because i felt whatever sob story excuse i had would just be scoffed at or seen as dramatic. I always felt too dramatic, too much, too alone, too intensely, too too too too too.

I always thought the problem

Was me.

UNTIL

This year. This year I finally realized (and mostly accepted ((i still have bad days, still rewiring the ol brain)) ) that /I/ was never the problem. I was just a fucking kid. Doing fucking kid shit. That NORMAL KIDS NORMALLY DO.

KEVIN was AND IS just a bully asswipe WHO ABUSED A CHILD because he was stuck in some shitty cycle cause his daddy was mean to him too. I mean hes still a shit person, hes impulsive, rude, racist, surprisingly not so homophobic? (Prob was when younger i could totally see it. He would be the "lesbians are fine but a gay dude betyer not evem glance at me" douche. ) and honestly a deadbeat who wont take care of himself, mind body or soul.

So to know that my childhood was legit wrecked by this dillweed fucking ENRAGES me. Which is SO ironIC CONSIDERING I SPENTMY 12-21 YEARS OF LIFE REPRESSING ANY FORM OF ANGER BECAUSE I WAS AFRAID OF TURNING OUT LIKE MY ABUSER WHO ONLY EVER SHOWED ME ANGER. And disgust. Like legit im sure he is disgusted by me.

But as soon as it clicked in my tumbleweed of a head that the only reason my childhood sucked wasnt because there was something wrong with me, but because i was someones scapegoat?! All that anger fucking ripped a new one in me.

Its like going on a T break and then smoking again. Its intense, and you feel it in every inch of you and its new but familiar at the same time but sometimes it is just SO INTENSE. Sometimes its too intense.

Just to think. He fucking broke me down to the point i was convinced it was me. I was the problem. I was always wrong or not enough or gross or too-SOMETHING. He broke me down to the point

I

Was

Going

To

Kill

My

Self

All because he never got help for himself, but instead took it out on me.

Fucking disgusting.

And i fucking HATE that sometimes i really want to help him. Because im fucking soft and when i step back i can see he is just a human suffering and i dont think people deserve to suffer.

Even though i know he never thinks twice about the way he treated me. (Mainly because he gets the fucking blessing of not remembering any of it. Fucker.) and even if i told him he prob wouldnt even care.

Sometimes i do think about telling him.

Laying it all out there.

And then blocking his number so i never have to know what his reply would be.

Its 330am.

I have work in 12 hours.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck